#woc headcanon

[praxcrown5]

Carsona: Praxy

I should be working on important stuff...but decided to draw up my carsona, instead. If I was in the WOC, I'd be a beige 2007 Saturn Ion with "earrings" on both rearviews (the one on the right changes daily, the one on the left is always a piston cup) and blue "lipstick." She and her husband, Tarlin (a 1999 Mercury Cougar), run a rock and outdoor adventure shop in Radiator Springs (where Mr. Feeler used to be). They were part of the first wave of new business to move into the town during it's LMQ era Renaissance.

Even tho I inked this, it's still very unpolished (no proportion adjustments or cleaned up lineart--you can sill see where I corrected the markers with a white gel pen). Been trying to sketch cars every day, challenging myself to get better with perspective and whatnot. She started out as one of my sketches.

Sketches from today. Trying to draw Ghost (an OC from my fanfic) from memory...

[lenaplush]

🚗My headcanon about relatives of cars.🚗

I think that cars are made in a factory. The factory is very complicated, I can't even figure out exactly how. But it is, of course, very important for them. Factories work non-stop. Cars are small at first, and then they grow up (magic, no matter how)) it may not be exactly as I drew it, but it's approximately.

Some initially do not have biological parents, they are looked after in an orphanage in the first days, they are taught all the most important things, and then they live their machine life, and can find a parental, brotherly, etc. figure (for example, how Doc became like a father or grandfather for McQueen) they are quite independent on their own. They learning how to car! 🥺

But some babies are ordered from the factory, or waited for, and taken by parents (like, for example, Francesco's mother did, most likely he was made to order because they look alike)

As far as I remember, Francesco is the only one whose biological parent we saw. But I could be wrong! Aww cute drawing)

My headcanon can easily be destroyed if the parents of other characters become known.

One of the confirmations of this headcanon is that the Mater's sister does not look like him. But most likely the creators of the cartoon did not care, because it is one of those cases when in cartoons relatives of characters we have never heard of suddenly appear. There are some slight similarities, well ok it's Mater)

[praxcrown5]

What it's like to be the parent of a child going through their first appetency phase in my World of Cars headcanon...except rather than a fish, it's their older sibling or a metal statue that they discovered at the local park.

[stargirlfics]

omgggg ur writing for the pitt!!!! if u can, can u do nsfw hcs for robby?

When I say I’d let him bend me over and [redacted] I mean it! I do indeed have some improper thoughts about one (1) Michael Robinavitch to share xx

1.1k - warnings: smut, pussy eating/fingering, use of “good girl”, dirty talk

Robby is as touch starved and emotionally devastated as they come he would be soo unavailable in a relationship but like just let me love you sir please but I think when you finally are able to get through some of those walls, he can’t ever get enough.

Listen he’s going to melt into your hands any time you reach for him, he’s weak for your touch. Absolutely helpless. Down bad and never recovering!

Whether it’s an innocent nudge, snuggling up to him on the couch after a long day at the hospital or when your touch turns seductive and needy, pulling at his clothes, looking into those big, expressive eyes of his, pleading for him to feel you up just a little. 

You make him act like a fool when you get him in that mood. 

Every. Single. Time.��

So he shouldn’t be surprised when you have him stiff and aching in his pants from just some heavy eye contact but he has to take a deep breath to regain composure anyway. 

He’s watching you too, that’s something not to be mistaken about Robby. He’s so observant, always reading your emotions, your body language, always taking note of what you might be needing because he can’t ever turn the physician in him off but it makes him attentive and in turn your body responds to him so eagerly. 

That's the real reward for him, watching and feeling the affect he has on you, how he can make you squirm on the spot when he looks at you over his glasses and tells you, "Need you over here. Right now.” and there's that edge to his tone that will tell you everything you need to know. 

Loves pressing his face against your tummy or your hips and wrapping his arms around you for a moment before he lays you back to eat you out slow and intense, intending to savor all parts of you.

“You know I’ve been waiting to come home to this? Couldn’t stop thinking about you my entire shift.”

“Bet you’ve been thinking of getting fucked all day too, huh. And don’t lie, I can feel your pulse.” 

And when he’s smoothing a hand over his beard and moving in to open you up, taste the pretty, glistening folds before him…you’re moaning and grinding your hips already, hands flying to his hair and he’s smiling like he’s drunk when you tug at it. 

You’re soaked for him and he can’t stop pressing his mouth deeper against your pussy, his tongue thorough with every inch of you, he’s the kind of man that doesn’t rush things like this! 

His nose bumping against your clit and you’re seeing stars, the hungry and deep growls escaping from the sides of his lips making you breathless, desperate for more, for his teasing even though it drove you crazy but he’s already replacing those thoughts with slicked up fingers and sweet reassurances. 

Mikey absolutely talks you through it all too and I’m dying thinking of how he speaks at work, the skill and competency and knowledge there and maybe he was never very good or confident at relationships but he knows how to speak to you in a way that puts fire in your eyes so he leans into it full force.

How personal and intimate and intense it would probably be with you at home, so fucking gentle too. 

He won’t spare any of his words, he needs you to know what you do to him, how special you are and how much you keep him grounded and give him such bliss, he’s obsessed with making you feel good when he’s turned on. 

“That’s right, sweetheart. You got it, breathe for me, you’re doing so fucking well. Ohh just listen to that pretty pussy talking to me.” 

It’s hard to hide how much you want him and how his voice makes every cell in your body vibrate. 

“Just focus on me, baby. I know you can take this. Don’t want anything in that gorgeous head other than my voice, understand me?” 

When I say he’d have you pleading for a moment to catch your breath. And no worries if you can’t hold your legs apart or hold yourself up anymore, he’ll keep you steady against his chest, free hand supporting your weight. 

Hushing you sweetly when you cry out for him and reach for his hand that’s slick with your pleasure now, two fingers curling against that sweet spot inside you so expertly. His forearms flex in an effort to keep you from squirming too much and you’re whining his name again and again, cheeks hot from realizing how much you liked being caged in his hold. 

The reward for letting yourself receive what he wanted to give so eagerly and what you ached for so ardently was well worth it. 

You feel so reassured entrusting him with your body,  knowing he’d take care of you, evident in how he never takes his eyes off you for a moment, save to gaze down at where you’re joined so he could admire the sight. 

Michael never neglects to give attention to the rest of your body all while he keeps an earth shattering pace with his fingers and you’re sure that is the exact reason he’s always having to swallow your climbing whimpers and moans with gentle kisses that ground you enough to keep you relaxed as your orgasm approaches. 

The huff of his breath against your neck that gives you chills, how he grunts and growls his amusement at your pretty sounds, encouraging you to let go for him. 

“Mhm, I can feel you squeezing me. C’mon, let me feel you cream around my fingers…fuck…you’re being such a good girl.”

The praise is what really does you in while you try to remember how your limbs work and he’s soothing you with more kisses and a satisfied tilt to his smile, struck by how much you can tell he means it and it’s so filthy and only makes you want more the minute your breathing evens out. 

“Mikey…baby, please.” 

He never stood a chance, even before you asked so nicely, the naughty look in your eye and that blissed out expression on your face too sweet of plea to ignore. Not when he’d only just gotten a taste, dreaming of stretching you out on his thick cock next.

In his eyes, you deserve to feel that good all the time and he loves that he knows exactly how to bring you there. He’ll never tire of chasing your pleasure. 

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Need him in the most feral way oh my god!! I just know he would give it to you so good! Hope you enjoyed this, please feel free to be feral in the reblogs 🥵

[isabelckl]

his to keep (smut)

carl gallagher x collateral!fem!reader

your brother was dumb enough to use you as collateral for his drug debt with Carl Gallagher. Now you’ve ended up in his house—waking up in a dimly lit room, completely alone, with no idea where you are or what he plans to do with you.

cw⚠︎: 18+ NSFW, age gap (no minors), dubcon elements, mild violence/threats, language, degradation, name callings

Your brother really outdid himself this time.

One night, he made the most reckless, heartless decision possible—he sold you to Carl Gallagher and his guys. Just handed you over like you were nothing more than a bag of groceries. Carl didn’t even blink. Took the deal immediately. Your brother had a habit of buying drugs he couldn’t afford, and this time, instead of coughing up the cash, he offered you as payment.

And Carl? He accepted.

You knew who Carl was. You’d seen him around before—heard his name whispered in your brother’s messier circles. You knew your brother had done business with him more than once. But you’d never interacted with Carl yourself. You stayed away from all that. You didn’t do drugs, didn’t hang out with people who did. You kept your head down.

But now, all that distance meant nothing.

Now, Carl Gallagher knew exactly who you were. And you weren’t going anywhere. Now, you’re waking up in a dimly lit room. Your body aches from the awkward position you must've been in. The air is heavy, thick with cigarette smoke and silence.

You slowly sit up, eyes scanning the space. It’s bare cold. Just shadows and silence. You get up and walk toward the door, heart pounding in your chest.

Before your hand even reaches the doorknob, it creaks open from the other side.

Carl Gallagher stands there. Leaning casually against the frame like he’s been waiting. Arms crossed. That smug look on his face that makes your stomach twist.

“Well hey there, sweetheart,” he says, voice smooth and infuriatingly calm. “Find what you’re lookin’ for?”

He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink. “This ain’t a hotel room, so don’t get any ideas about sneakin’ out.”

Then he steps inside, closing the door behind him. “You’re here ‘cause your brother owes me money. And since he’s too much of a screw-up to pay up, you’re the collateral now.”

He gestures to the couch like he owns everything in this room, including you. “Come on. Sit. Let’s talk about how this is gonna work.”

You stare at him, confused and stunned. Your voice barely comes out. “My brother what...?”

Carl chuckles, dark and humorless. “He sold you to me. Came up short again. No surprise there. So I gave him a choice, cash or something else of value. Guess which one he picked?”

He leans in, eyes locking with yours, cold and unwavering. “You.”

You shake your head slowly, disbelief sinking in. “I know he’s an asshole… but seriously? When can I go… home?”

Carl stops pacing and turns toward you, smirk fading into a sneer. “Home? You really think you’re goin’ anywhere?”

He steps closer, voice low and sharp. “Not until your brother pays me back. Every damn cent. And even then…” he pauses, eyes narrowing, “I might just keep you around. Never know when I’ll need another little guarantee.”

Before you can step back, Carl grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “So don’t waste your breath, sweetheart. You’re mine now. Whether you like it or not.”

You turn your head away from his grip, eyes drifting around the room. It’s a living room, technically but the guns on the wall, the locked cabinets, the tension in the air—it screams something else entirely.

You glance back at him. “Are you… a drug lord or something?”

Carl just gives you that crooked grin.

He doesn’t have to answer. Carl takes a step back, a trace of pride in his voice.

"Drug lord? No," he says with a shrug. "More like a businessman. I provide a service. People want it, they pay me. Simple as that."

He nods toward the wall lined with firearms, each one looking like it has a story of its own.

"Those? Tools of the trade. Helps keep things... orderly around here."

You watch him move to a nearby table where he casually pours himself a shot of whiskey. He drinks it in one quick motion, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and speaks again.

"This life isn't pretty. There's violence, betrayal, all kinds of nasty stuff.”

You stay quiet. You slowly nod, your eyes drifting to the details of the room just to avoid looking at him directly. There's tension in your shoulders, and you try to hide it by pretending to study the setup.

"Are you alone here?" you ask, your voice soft but curious.

Carl looks around the room like he's doing a quick check before answering.

"No. I have a few guys working for me. Keep an eye on things, handle business. They're not here right now. Probably out on runs or handling other stuff."

He leans against the table again, arms crossed. He watches you closely, and there's a slight smirk on his lips.

"But with you here, things might start shifting. Could use someone with your... particular set of talents, if you know what I mean."

You meet his eyes, your brows rising slightly. You shake your head quickly.

"I'm not interested."

Carl chuckles. It's a deep, gritty sound that fills the room.

"I figured you'd say that. But that’s alright. We’ll see how long that lasts."

He pushes off the table and starts walking toward you. His steps are slow, controlled, and deliberate.

"For now, let’s just get you settled."

He stops right in front of you. His presence feels heavy, like he takes up more space than he should.

"You’re gonna need clothes. Food. A real place to sleep. Can’t have you starving or freezing on my watch."

You glance up at him, your voice quiet. "Yeah... okay." There's something with this man that makes you terrified, leaving you not to question anything, now.

A small smile forms on his face, like he's satisfied with your answer.

"Good girl."

He pulls a set of keys from his pocket and lets them jangle for a second, but he doesn’t hand them over yet.

"Room’s upstairs. Second door on the left. There’s clothes in the dresser and toiletries in the bathroom."

He tucks the keys back into his pocket instead.

"Consider them a welcome gift. But don’t lose them. You’ll regret it."

Carl’s tone shifts again, firm but calm.

"If you need anything, you come to me. No one else. Understand?”

You nod slowly, feeling awkward. "Got it. Thank you.. You're kind for someone as..” You trailed off, not knowing whether to continue or not.

That earns another laugh from him. He shakes his head, clearly amused.

"Kind? Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart. I’m just taking care of what’s mine."

Then he steps in closer again. His voice lowers, quiet and tense.

"You’re under my protection now. That means you follow the rules. No smart remarks. No games. You step out of line, we’ve got a problem."

His hand rises, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The touch is soft, unexpected.

"But since you seem to get it, I’ll give you a pass. For now."

Carl turns away and heads for the stairs without looking back.

"You owe me," he says as he climbs. "And I always collect.”

After showing you to your room, Carl disappears into the kitchen, and the faint clatter of dinner being made fills the silence. When he calls you down with a cold “Dinner’s ready,” you find him already at the table, watching you with a dark, unreadable stare, like he’s already decided something you don’t know yet. The meal is quiet and tense. After finishing his drink, he tells you not to wander. “You wouldn’t make it to the gate.” Then he heads to the basement. Left alone, you clean up and eventually drift into a dim, dusty library. You barely have time to breathe in the scent of old pages before you feel Carl behind you. His presence is heavy and calculating.

“Find anything interesting?” he asks, his voice low and echoing slightly through the quiet space.

You glance over your shoulder as he leans casually against a shelf nearby, arms crossed and eyes sharp. He studies you like he’s trying to figure out what page you’re on before you’ve even opened the book.

“The library’s my favorite part of the place,” he says. “Always liked the smell of old pages, the quiet. Not often I’ve got someone to share it with.”

He starts pacing through the aisles, his fingers brushing along the book spines with familiarity.

“What brings you here, hmm?”

You shrug and pick up a book at random, not even looking at the title.

“I don’t know… just thought of doing something.”

Carl raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your vague answer.

“Something, huh? Could be worse. At least it’s not stirring up trouble.”

He steps closer, just enough to peek at the book you picked.

“Ah. Poe,” he murmurs. “Always had a soft spot for the twisted ones. ‘The Tell-Tale Heart,’ ‘The Pit and the Pendulum’... good stuff. Messed-up, but honest.”

He straightens and folds his arms again, eyes narrowing slightly.

“But let’s be real. You didn’t come down here to talk literature. What’s really on your mind?”

You look up at him, uncertainty tightening in your chest.

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I’m still… looking?”

He chuckles, deep and low.

“Still looking. For what, exactly?”

Before you can answer, he closes more of the distance between you. His voice drops to something softer — not gentle, but more private.

“This place can be stifling. But it’s not just hallways and locked doors. If you’re curious enough, there’s plenty worth discovering.”

He leans in, his breath grazing your ear.

“Want to explore some of the more… intimate corners of the estate? Find out what doesn’t make it into the house tour?”

His hand settles at the small of your back, warm and steady, nudging you gently between the shelves.

“Say the word, and I’ll show you a side of this mansion no one else has seen.”

You glance up at him, startled but unsure why your pulse quickens.

“Intimate corners?” you repeat, your voice shaky, trying to laugh it off with a nervous smile.

Carl smiles too — but it’s a different kind of smile. One that says he knows exactly what he’s doing.

You step back, shaking your head and avoiding his gaze as you turn to the books on the shelves once more. “I have a boyfriend,” you lie, feeling a pool of heat between your legs at the situation immediately.

Carl frowns, clearly displeased by your rejection. "Boyfriend, huh? I figured you'd cling to some naive notion of love and loyalty. It doesn't matter to me, though."

Carl steps closer again, his voice low and menacing. "You're under my roof now, and my rules apply. No more discussions about outsiders or commitments. You're mine to toy with, and that's final."

He grabs your wrist, pulling you back against his chest. "Now, let's try this again. Are you going to be a good girl and follow my lead, or do I need to remind you who's in charge here?"

You look up at him, gulping before stepping back, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

His grip on your wrist tightens as you attempt to pull away. "Too bad, sweetheart. You're already here, and you're not going anywhere until I say so."

Carl yanks you back against him forcefully, pinning you between his body and the bookshelf. "Now, I asked you a question. Are you going to behave, or do I need to demonstrate what happens when you disobey?"

His free hand snakes around to cover your mouth, silencing any protests. "Shh, none of that. You're not in control here; I am. And I always get what I want."

He presses his hips against yours, allowing you to feel the hardness growing beneath his jeans. "So, are you going to be a good little slut for me, or do we need to have a little fun first to teach you your place?"

You breathe heavily as you look up at him, the dim library lights casting shadows across your face. You shake your head, reluctantly.

He tightens his grip on her wrist, his thumb pressing into the sensitive skin. "No, Mia. You're not in a position to shake your head or refuse me. You're mine now, and you'll do as I say."

He slides his hand down from your mouth to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Breathe, baby. We're just getting started."

With his other hand, he hiked up your skirt, exposing your panties to the cool air of the library. "Looks like someone is already getting excited. Isn't that cute?"

He rubs his palm against your clothed pussy, feeling the heat building through the fabric. "You want this, don't you? You want me to make you feel good, even if it means submitting to me."

He leans in close, his warm breath tickling your ear. “You're so wet,” He whispered before setting your panties aside.

You keep your eyes shut tight, body trembling as Carl's fingers grazed your bare skin. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, making you gasp softly.

He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through his chest and into yours. "That's it, baby. Let me hear you."

His touch was electric, igniting a fire inside you that you couldn't control. You arch into him, craving more of his attention, more of this forbidden pleasure.

His fingers dipped between your folds, stroking your sensitive skin with expert precision. "Fuck, you're so tight," he murmurs, teeth grazing your earlobe. "I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock."

You moan, the sound muffled against his palm. Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking friction, chasing the intense sensations he was creating.

Carl didn't disappoint. He circled your clit with his thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your knees weak.

"You like that, don't you? Getting fingered in a library where anyone could walk in and see what a dirty slut you are for me."

His words should have horrified you, but they only turned you on more. The thought of being caught, of being seen as Carl's plaything, was strangely exhilarating.

He pushes a finger inside you, then another, stretching you open. His pace was relentless, driving into you with deep, purposeful strokes.

"Come on," he coaxes, voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you come on my fingers. Show me what a good girl you can be."

Your body tense, pleasure coiling tight in your core. You were so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. But you held back, not wanting this moment to end.

Carl seemed to sense your hesitation. He increased the pressure on your clit, rubbing fast circles around the sensitive nub.

"Let go, baby," he commanded, fingers pistoning in and out of your dripping cunt. "I know you're close. Just let it happen."

With a sharp cry, you did as he said. Your orgasm crashes over you, waves of blinding pleasure radiating from your core. You convuls around his fingers, juices flooding out of you and coating his hand.

He kept fingering you through it, drawing out your climax until you were shaking and spent.

Finally, he pulls his hand away, bringing his slick fingers to his mouth. He licks them clean, savoring your taste with a satisfied groan.

"Delicious," he said, eyes locked on yours.

After Carl left you there, you felt used. Used and disgusted with yourself for letting a stranger finger fuck you in the library. You hurry upstairs, showered, hoping the hot water would wash away the remnants of your body's response to his touch. But as you stand under the spray, hands roaming your curves, you couldn't escape the way your pussy clenched at the memory.

You slept it off, but in the middle of the night, you woke up to someone eating your pussy. The room was dark, but you knew it was Carl by the way he grunts against your clit. He spreads your legs wider, pushing them up towards your chest as he dove in, tongue swirling around your sensitive flesh.

"Fuck, your cunt tastes even better than I imagined," he growls before sealing his lips around your clit and sucking hard.

Your back arch off the bed, hands fisting in his hair as he devoured you. His tongue was relentless, thrusting inside you, stroking your walls, lapping up your juices. He moans against you, the vibrations adding to the intensity.

"Your little pussy is so greedy for me," he pants, coming up for air. "Bet you've been fingering yourself thinking about my cock all night."

"N-no," you stammer, cheeks burning with embarrassment and arousal.

He chuckles darkly, "Liar. Dirty little slut like you can't get enough of my touch. I just know you're a slut who'll let a stranger fuck her the moment I saw you."

Then he was back between your thighs, two fingers plunging into your wet heat. He curls them just right, hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl. His mouth returns to your clit, sucking and licking until you are a writhing mess beneath him.

"Come for me," he demands. "Let me feel this slutty cunt spasm on my fingers again."

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, back bowing off the bed as you screamed his name. He didn't let up, fingers pumping in and out as he rode out your climax.

As the last waves of pleasure subsided, Carl crawled up your body. His jeans were undone, cock springing free, hard and thick. "My turn now."

He grabs your legs, pushing them back towards your chest as he notches the head of his dick against your entrance. With one brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groans, hips already snapping against yours. "Gonna wreck this perfect little cunt."

He set a punishing pace, slamming into you over and over. The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust, the room filling with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin and your moans.

"Take it, slut," he growls, one hand gripping your throat. "This is what you were made for - being stuffed full of my cock."

He angles his hips, driving deeper, hitting that spot inside you with each thrust. Your pussy fluttered around him, greedy for more.

"That's it," he pants. "Milk my dick with this slutty cunt. Fucking hell..."

His rhythm grew erratic, chasing his own release. He leans down, biting and sucking at your neck hard enough to leave marks. "Fucking cum on my cock like a good girl," he commanded. "Now.”

Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your pussy clenching around Carl's cock like a vice. He groans, hips stuttering as he buries himself deep inside you. "Fuck yes, that's it. Squeeze my dick, slut."

He thrust through your climax, prolonging the intense pleasure. Your moans echo off the walls, mixing with his grunts.

With one final snap of his hips, he hilted himself and came with a low growl. His cock throbs, pumping hot seed into your spasming cunt. "Take it all, baby," he pants, grinding against you. "Every last fucking drop."

As the aftershocks subsided, he collapsed on top of you, still buried inside. You were both sweaty and panting, hearts racing. He nuzzles into your neck, lips brushing your skin.

"Goddamn," he murmurs, voice rough. "That was... something else."

He lifts his head to look at you, dark eyes smoldering. "I'm not letting you go now. You're mine."

He kisses you then, deep and filthy, tongue tangling with yours. You could taste yourself on him, musky and sweet. He rolled his hips lazily, his softening cock slipping out of you.

"Clean me up," he orders, bringing his fingers to your lips. "Taste how good we are together.”

....

[amethystheartsx]

LADS MEN WITH DESI GIRL HCs.

Alright ladies its my first time making any post on my own on Tumblr, its 3 in the morning and I am on my leuteal phase so, yeah, the grammar in this sucks cuz if you haven't guessed it already, English isn't my first language, also this isn't proof read either. I just had my phone and messy ADHD brain filled with ideas. Anyways, THIS IS FOR MY DESI GIRLS AROUND THE WORLD. Seriously tho I made this because every time I read any headcanon it was hard to relate with most of the things, so I took matter into my own hand with encouragement from @syluskiwifeyyy so enjoy my Desi babies.(under the cut)

Xavier:

This boy is enthralled by you, its not just the golden tan of your skin that gets him, its those deep dark eye and luscious thick hair too.

Xavier is a foodie I can totally see him loving the Desi meal you both cook together (well you cook and he stands their holding your utensils for you, maybe pass the spices, will pout after handing the wrong one)

I see him as being a gol Gappay fan boy

Xavier will sit quietly and hear you talk about your people.

Also about the shenanigans of your relatives.

If you show him any nakhre, he will be confused at first but do his best to make you happy and fulfill your demands (and you will melt in an instant because...look at him!)

He strikes me as the guy to deeply appreciate the culture, and will actively try to learn more about it.

He will also be the kind that your parents will approve off, sweet kind caring, with government job and oh so innocent looking (but only we know the real deal hehe)

Xavier is also respecting of religion so if it comes down to it he will wait till marriage (tho I bet all boys will since they are respectful, and understanding and oh so very patient, So i won't be adding this point in the rest).

Xavier will partake in all your traditional festivities, and since your parents love him he will be there following you while holding your anchal (catch him glaring at the relatives who did you wrong lol).

Huge fan of saree's, will get you beautiful waist chains to wear over them with his initial on them (because of course he will).

Will give you nothing less then queen treatment because a that is what you deserve.

Will wakeup early just to see the the morning sun make your skin glow.

Xavier will sweep you of your feet so fast your own parents will push you towards the marriage, not to let a gem like him slip

Xavier loves when you put henna on your hand. He finds it so alluring.

I can see him holding your hand and lovingly trace the pretty patterns on it and then kiss the palm. And when he sees his name artistically hidden in the design, he.will.melt.

All blushy and giggly like the love sick fool he is.

"So does that mean we are now together forever my little star"

Rafayel.

Now this man will love the way you will dress, the vibrant colors and intricate designs of your clothing that sets you apart from the others.

He love LOVES that you wear your culture with pride.

Will buy you the fanciest of Bengals and most expensive jhumkas.

Will paint you in them, especially in the golden hours.

Sharara is his favorite because it makes you look like a princess in his eyes.

May or may not use your duppata to wear as his own (he wants to match with you come on)

Like Xavier will also hear you ramble about your relatives, but will not be quiet about it nu huh.

He WILL have a thing or two to say to them if they meet him ( but one glare from you and he is sat)

You parents do like him, yes, but most of the time they are like ???? While interacting with him.

Oh and if you show him nakhre, he will show YOU nakhre. (But you will win the contest ofcourseeee)

Rafayel not only respect culture he cherishes it. I see him integrating few things into his daily lives.

Also he will draw the most beautiful henna design on your hand, not just on occasions but anytime he feel like it, or you ask for it. (might do it on your whole body you never know)

He will share some of his lemurian culture with you too

And you both will end creating a mix of the two and make personal family tradition that will be followed with ages to come.

I feel like once you get to the point of marriage, Rafayel will make it such a beautiful and soulful day. He will be pulling all stops to make the dreamiest wedding come true, after all you are his beloved bride *sigh*

Zayne.

Congratulations you are your parent's second favorite now.

And you will be marrying him.

If zayne is not every Desi parents dream son-in-law idk what he is. (Tall, handsome and DOCTOR)

Now for zayne he loves you, so much. Everything about you is enticing to him. But damn it girl why are you getting dizzy every time you stand up.

Best believe he is going to take Care of your anemic ass.

Will ask for kheer whenever you feel like spoiling him and ask him what he wants you to cook for him.

Zayne is a shalwar qameez enthusiast I don't make the rules.

Its elegant, its classy, its comfy, hell he wears the men one whenever he can.

Especially with floral print and/or embroidery.

Will handle your nakhre like a pro, the fire is extinguished before it could even burn.

And he does it like its an honor for him, his sweet gentle smile and those loving eyes.

Yep zayne loves that he is the one...maintaining you (ykwim)

Brings you gajray almost everyday after work. He loves to see you wear them.

Zayne is the kind of guy will encourage you to embrace your feminity.(is thats what you want of course)

Loves your long hair, no matter the type but he seems like wavy hair kinda guy.

Will put flowers in your braids, jasmine specifically.

Zayne will also be the kind to listen and only speaking when you specially ask him too, he is a rock. The most reliable guy to have with you.

During family events he will socialize to show he is willing to be the part of, not just the family but the whole damn village (cuz you know we Desi have bi as fuck families.)

Zayne will come home to see you doing your thing weather it be work or reading or cleaning he just comes behind you and hug. "It was long day with out you meri Jan" (siiwskjsoshs).

Also also also after you are married he is the type to call you "begum" (I am throwing myself off a cliff aisisisiwow)

Sylus

Someone posted something along the lines that you will make this guy go back to his dragon roots the moment he sees you in a shiny lehnga and gold jewelry

Don't be surprised if you find yourself in a cave being hoarded away by him lol.

But no seriously he loves that you like gold or wear gold because now he has a reason to spoil you with the most expensive accessories money could buy

Now sylus is also a Saree guy but will also appreciate a lehnga too, specially when you do the twirl in them.

"Its for the culture darling" he says "the girls in Desi culture wear gold ear rings straight out of the womb" you have no idea who told him that, he just knows.

Loves it when you show him nakhre, cuz now he has a reason to spoil you rotten.

Your snobby relatives just don't exist any more lmao (jk jk...or am I?)

Sylus is also a foodie so whenever you make something for him he would be over the moon delighted, and will compliment with every bite.

This happens every single time no matter how long you two have been together.

Sylus will go above and beyond for traditional festivals. Will be doing the most honestly.

No you do not need that many pathakay, this isn't some kind turf war damn it sy.

Oh yeah your parents love him too he is so charming, suave and successful fruit seller. (They don't care where the money is coming from their daughter is now rich!)

Also out of all the guys I can only see him being a fan of cricket honestly so if you like that then you two will be having a blast watching it together.

Will stop you from throwing the TV when your team looses lol.

Sylus will always be there for not just you but your entire family, your Lil sibling got in trouble with the wrong crowd, Luke and Kieran are there to kick their ass.

Everyone's favorite damad jee.

And boy oh boy when you get to the wedding stage, yeah, this man is putting ambani to shame, mhm mhm.

Sylus will indulge in everything you ever wanted to do, will do everything your parents never let you do. He will heal that inner child of tours without even knowing.

Caleb

Cooking dates, cooking dates COOKING DATES AAAAARGH.

doesn't matter if you hate cooking, you will be sitting their like the pretty girl you are as he works around the kitchen cooking up the most banging chicken Tika biryani and all you have to do is keep your pretty brown eyes on him.

Caleb is a pilot of course your parents Love him duh.

Caleb is very possessive man so yes you will be accompanied by him where ever you are going. He just might the your duppata with his watch on purpose.

Caleb is more on the side of indo-western. He Loves you in Kurti and jeans and outfits like that but damn it you look good in everything how is he suppose to choose.

"Now we are stuck together for good pips"

Teases you about your nakhre, but will be bending over backwards to keep you happy.

Oh and you are only allowed to show him those nakhre, do it in front of any other male specie and he will be huffing and puffing and all up and over you.

"Pips let me do it for you, tell me what is it that you want?"

You two are getting Desi street food all the time even if he complains his cooking is better he will do it for you.

Caleb will occasionally snitch on you to your parents behind your back tho, but not to get you in trouble but to make sure his parents will trust him more to take care of you (hey in this house we like our men a little crazy)

What can I say he is just looking out for you.

You and Caleb will always be fighting for your lives during ludo and you will flip the board cause why is winning again and again, its YOUR game for fucks sake.

But if you want to short circuit his brain just put those pretty tanned legs of your on display, even tiny bit. He is gone. Caleb exe has stopped working.

When he confesses to you he does it in the mist sharukh khan way possible (ifykyk)

Is pretty sappy and romantic. On your anniversary he will learn and okay the song "suraj huwa Madham" on his guitar (ajwhwusjs)

Every time you bicker he makes it up with gajray as well.

[praxcrown5]

God, I love this HC. :D

may i offer this thought for the feral racers hc

racecars are like loyal little guard dogs (not little at all. those are metal beasts) with the people they love. they just kinda like. imprint on people and its like an immediate switch to feral mode when they perceive threat and danger to loved one. and they do that thing where they try and make themselves bigger to intimidate enemies.

idk if its something similar like this has posted about or discussed before but uh yeah. the feral racers hc just kinda read to me as racecars being like dogs. wolves. instinctually wild animals. i like how strip and doc being particularly old veterans translates into them being Extra Dangerous or Extra Feral, something like that. though i dont even think racecars get normaller the newer/younger. i think the next gens are just a different flavor of freak (i.e. chewing, zoomies) like they're domesticated sort of in a way

YES YES exactly

ok many thoughts. lets see here

so ive been thinking about this and. the thing is. that part of what makes this headcanon so fun is that theres actually canon precedent, in a way.

Lightning for example. is crazy protective. like instantaneously. zero forethought, action only, putting himself between the Danger and the Friend.

some examples:

in cars TVG, Chick hires the DRH to rob Mack so Lightning will be without supplies for the upcoming race. when Lightning hears that Mack was very upset about it from Sheriff, he gets so pissed off he takes to the streets, tracks the DRH down, and proceeds to spend all night chasing and beating the shit out of them until they drop his stuff. not because he was Robbed, but because they Upset Mack.

i think its funny that Sheriff doesnt say Anything. he just nods in agreement. ...not that i think Sheriff could have stopped him though. Lightning is sort of Insane about Mack. Mack is the greatest. [two quality versions. one oldschool for nostalgia and one more HD]

in the comics (admittedly ive only read in sections), Mater was beefing with Bubba, Lightning also started to get pissed off at Bubba being rude + protective of Mater:

i dont know if Lightning would be good at fighting or get his ass beat terribly. either way, i want to watch.

next up is my favorite example: the thunder hollow crazy 8 race. Lightning LEAPS in to help Cruz several times. it is my fucking Favorite.

HERDS HER BACK OUT ONTO THE TRACK

and then he jumps in front of a speeding attack-bus and takes a metal sawblade to the drivewheel for her. NO thoughts, head empty, protect Cruz. love this man. apparently, type-c school busses can be between 10-20,000 pounds. crunch.

and my last example on this topic: the radiator springs 500 1/2:

these racers show up in town looking for trouble. its supposed to be a silly little western parody, but in terms of this headcanon it comes off as territorial as hell imo. wdym other racecars show up at his house to fight him. hello. and then they insult Stanley, which deeply upsets Lizzie:

cue getting their asses kicked by mcqueen. that is HIS freaky old woman.

[i love this short]

so yeah. my terrible guard-dog-horse-thing-car.

Doc is largely The Same:

14 billion KEEP OUT signs. shooing Lightning away from his friends family because he is A Perceived Danger. another racecar standing in his lawn barking. yeah. you territorial old wet rag.

I agree with what you said its very in line with the vibes of the headcanon yes. true and real. def like dogs/wolves, and i personally try to throw some cat/horse stuff in there too. again, i blame being an x-men/wolverine fan.

a few other tidbits from source material for funsies:

^that ones wallpaper, apparently. for like a Room. in a house. my cars wallpaper merch thats 2018 xrs drag racing diecast merchandise.

Doc was so amped to do racecar stuff again he wakes Lightning up in the middle of the fucking night to run around in circles with him the moment he shows back up in town.

they lost Guido in the fucking sand.

Cars Origins: Struck By Lightning quick aside: "everyone's going to think something is wrong with me" Lightning these are not mentally stable thoughts im so sorry.

second topic: generational/evolutionary differences.

first of all i would like to point out that my basis for strip especially being some sort of craazzy toothy freak is entirely the headcanon of @youhavehitawall that i adopted out of coolness. non has some lore about the weathers that explains it, but basically it boils down to a repeated expression of racecar genes getting more pronounced the more generations it travels down (so long as its an expressed gene).

now for the nextgens (funny calling them that in 2025. theyre all in their 30's lmfao. not saying thats 'old', but they arent rookies anymore, damn does time fly). [disclaimer: dont quote me on this, my knowledge is an approximation] in real life NASCAR, they used very old technologies right up until about 2012. carburetors, leaded gasoline, 4-gear h-box frontend transaxles, reticulating ball steering, etc. most of these things vanished from the dealership road cars between the 60's and the 90's. Meanwhile cars like Lightning and Cal are still running this stuff in the mid-aughts. so when the nextgens came along, they showed up with fuel injection, e85 15% ethanol fuel, 5-speed sequential rear-mounted transaxels, rack-and-pinion steering, bigger aluminum wheels, bigger calipers, and less ground clearance/more areo, there was a very sudden and massive shift in what sort of technology was being run in the piston cup. tech-wise, Lightning +co were very similar to cars like Chick and even Strip. the change in tech could be a good marker for other genetic shifts too. cars change much, muuuch faster generation-to-generation than mammals. its Moore's Law in a way: theyre machines. add that to the incredible 12-week turnaround in which every team booted their driver and replaced them with a 'nextgen', and ive had to spend some time wondering Why? why??? thats brutal! Doc certainly warned us, but goddamn. imagine if that happened mid-season in any real sport! holy shit! (i still want to know more about the fan's reactions to this...) in the context of this headcanon, i Also wonder about what you said, the nextgens being feral in a little bit of a 'different' way. maybe theyve got easier-to-handle temperaments; an added bonus to their overall higher speeds+better track times. uhm. Jackson being the temperament-outlier here, maybe.

to be fair, he did get fired after throwing too many fits.

Cars Origins: Storm Chasing

But yes... racecars!! they are a lottt to handle. the driver AND the incredibly powerful machine mashed into one?? hooo boy. honestly i am a bit fearful of racecars irl. very loud, very fast, smell bad, they breathe fire, etc. why not reconcile that by making the talking ones into Beasts. theyre already crazy, already quadruped, my brain just starts assigning horse/wolf to them. and some of it comes down to me loving logan-wolverine tropes. protective growly little guy with pointy teeth. yeah can i get 5 more of these little fanged bitches.

ok i have to stop yapping now this turned out quite long, but i still have Things to Say about this headcanon/worldbuilding. i didnt even get into the amazing bonds racecars seem to have with their teams/families (the 'imprinting' thing you mentioned!). very fun!!

thanks for the ask!!

[celestetumbledryer]

batfamily(´∀｀=)

TL;DR i have encountered a predominantly white area of this fandom. If possible, please humanise poc characters like you do or would love to the rest of the cast. please scroll to the bottom of this wall of text to see the inspiration for this post as well as some amazing batfamily blogs!!!!

hello!! i don’t usually make posts by myself, but i am not longer secretly passionate about this topic. this post is more about POC issues than batman. upon saying that, i will only really cover batfamily characters that the stereotypical fandom engages with.

it is ironic that i would usually just skim through a post this length so think of this as a brain…dump..? ehe. also, i have an small device so this post may seem longer to me than it is to you.

i know that i am fairly new to this part of the DC fandom, but i assure you, much unlike many other tumblr blogs, i actually do read comics!

i have been getting into batman family related comics and decided to see some fan content because i loved seeing people with shared interests!!!!

unfortunately, like any place on the internet, i have encountered prejudice and shallowness(i may contribute a little to the latter hehe….)

1.

The Kane(Batwoman) Family are non/practicing Jewish. They are also ethnically Jewish, though i am apologetic to say that i am not sure of the exact ethnicity.

2.

i am aware of Richard Grayson/Robin/Nightwing’s Romani heritage(I couldn’t find a reliable source regarding a specific group, sorry!😖 most likely Kalderash!). This character (sadly, among many others) has been heavily objectified in both the fandom and the canon. Romani characters still have often been reduced to racist jokes and stereotypes in fiction. I’ve seen head canons of Nightwing not being able to speak English growing up but rather just a Romani dialect and im just like ’???’ a foundation of his plot was that he was part of a performer(trapeze artist) in a travelling circus. This is usually influenced by racially motivated prejudice. Also, if a performer is verbal they would be very much so to entertain to entertain the audience. One thing I'd like to share is the cooking thing from my last post. I feel like cooking is a great skill to have when representing culture. It's okay to be clumsy or not the best at cooking. Not always achieving a good result when cooking is fine. However it is a life skill. Only ever ordering takeout is not the most healthy for anyone especially someone who needs alot of energy and nutrients. Take care of yourselves !

3.

Cassandra Cain/Batgirl/Orphan is usually characterised as reserved and non-verbal in the fandom space. I don’t hate this, but unfortunately leans towards a generally negative archetype in Asian women characters.

She is often depicted using very repetitive and simple words. Though her struggles with language have been portrayed through her comics, she is able to form grammatically correct sentences. Please do not infantilise this character. this is not just a problem with fiction; it happens too much with Asian people in reality. i have no ill intention against agere.

She does take things to the extreme if she so desires. You just couldn’t handle a strong traumatised woc/hj.

people really don’t like it when i say that i like this character. i have received threats. i wonder why..

Not really related, but I’d like to say that ASL is not objectively easier to learn than spoken languages regarding a popular headcanon.

4.

i've seen a lot of headcanons of a Latino Jason Todd/Red Hood(i don’t really have anything against this), so i looked more into it. I've seen people say they enjoy this headcanon simply "because he is poor" which i'm sure is not in all what it means to be Latino. i cannot speak for this group; i hope my message is received well.

5.

i’ve seen popular headcanons of a Black Steph Brown/Spoiler. i don’t really have anything to say about this. what are your thoughts?

6.

Black hair, bowl cut, intelligence and under 6ft are reasons I’ve seen people headcanon Tim Drake/(Red) Robin(which writers intended to be Jewish) as NEAsian. i think you can infer why. However, it is not a problem whether you fit into a specific group in within your identity or not.

7.

i’ve been told by multiple people that Duke Thomas/Signal is nothing more than a “token Black” character which is in itself a trope stemming from racism. Black characters are often reduced to a comic relief given little or no depth. i understand that he is a character only introduced in the last decade so there are not as many iterations compared to other bat family members, but it doesn’t make him any less interesting to be explored!

8.

I generally dislike the “demon spawn” super serious characterisation of a child Damian al Ghul Wayne/Robin. Yes, he is traumatised, but he is still a child. i know that in some iterations he is quite uptight or arrogant. this does not stop him from being a youngest child. i don’t think he would have the emotional spectrum of a rock. i believe that he is a quarter Arab(and/or Iranian??) and Han Chinese!

*this post has many flaws, please leave a message in replies or my dm if you are upset or would like to add and edit to this post!!!!

this post was inspired by @/zoomiie.net on tiktok. they explained it much better than i could ever.

“you could tell if a specific fandom in particular is explicitly majority white by the way they treat their POC character[s]”

link to video will be in notes

“let people have fun”

i do not intend to stop you.

i am speaking out about the casual racism present in fandom spaces.

here are some dc comics blogs that do not stop me from having fun.

@numberonedukethomasapologist Len creates a blog focused on the bat family character Duke Thomas(The Signal) that humanises the character in his unapologetically Black culture. it is actually the first batfamily blog i encountered !! please go support him PLEAS PLea p

@brucestalia is a Talia al Ghul centric blog that is very active(multiple posts a day), usually posting about BruTalia. the ship is usually presented with visual media, song lyrics and fan fiction.

@nightwingsgypsyrep the usertag speaks for itself! she doesn't have many posts, but there are some fun Romani Grayson(x Kory) moments !!

Holy racism, Batman!

Celeste Tumble Dryer ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

[evg-pacer]

HC FOR HUM!CHARACTERS FROM CARS 2

TOMBER

- Tomber likes to eat horse intestines, as Yakuts do.

- He has spare parts, things, and tools scattered everywhere in his garage. If you ask him where the screwdriver is, he will tell you its exact location.

- HE HATES COMBING HIS HAIR, BUT SOMEHOW IT ALWAYS LOOKS NORMAL. HOWW

- Tomber and Finn have something more than friendship, maybe even flirting. But because of work, they don't move on to something more.

- He loves autumn. Dry plants, empty streets and cool weather are what you need for happiness.

ALEXANDER HUGO & IVAN

- They beat each other up even if there's no reason to

- Alex likes to piss Ivan off and then run away from an angry man.

- Ivan takes care of Alex, but without him seeing it. For example, covering a guy with a blanket when he sleeps, or doing something nice unnoticed.

- They're gossiping.

VICTOR HUGO

- Victor loves gold and elegance

- He pretends that he doesn't care at all, but in fact he doesn't.

- Black tea... mmm....✨✨

- When he gets mugged, he tries to reach out to the other person to hit him, but he can't move because of his disability. Then Alexander comes, and together they run after the offender to beat him up

[barbiiecams]

rafe and his caribbean gf in the tropical 💘

[praxcrown5]

WOC Collective Nouns

Cars: "Lot" (because pun)

Trucks: "Jake"

Boats: "Mooring"

Submarines: "Pod"

Trains: "Trailing"

That is all. *Dashes back my room to be anti social*

[rycusfunnies]

hello! i'm a zündapp fan living on the other side of the world. i thought i was the only zündapp fan but i was excited that others liked it too. after i saw zündapp drawings on the internet (yours :) i downloaded tumblr and saw the text please talk to me. and here i am writing :) i have a lot of cars and planes drawings, animations, stories but none of them are on the internet. maybe i found a suitable person to share my zündapp drawings with. (yes i can't get the right tone when talking to people) so, do you want to see it?

Might as well post them here. These are kind of outdated but I think they still hold up well. BTW LOVE UR PROF ART TEEHEEE

On this doc we separated headcanons into "Human and Car"

I gotta say I was still cooking when I made this ages ago when I had just gotten back into the fandom. I still consider this my own canon for him. I forgot who made the recruiting families HC tho forgot to say I DO NOT TAKE CREDITS FOR THAT.

[faerieemetal]

「 ✦ VAMPIRE!CHRIS MOTIONLESS HEADCANONS ✦ 」

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎… ⋙

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‎‧₊˚✧ [ PAIRING ─ vampire!chris motionless x fem!human!reader ] ✧˚₊‧

‎‧₊˚✧ [ CONTENTS ─ 18+, MINORS DNI. fluff. vampirism. biting. a little bit of blood. mildly nsfw. ] ✧˚₊‧

‎‧₊˚✧ [ WORD COUNT ─ 200 ] ✧˚₊‧

‎‧₊˚✧ [ DISCLAIMER/CREDITS ─ images found on pinterest. glitter gif found on pinterest and cropped by me. ] ✧˚₊‧

MAIN MASTERLIST // CHRIS MOTIONLESS MASTERLIST

vampire!chris who sometimes comes to see you when you’re working the graveyard shift at your job that’s open 24 hours and just had to see you again

vampire!chris who always tells you how much he adores you and how you make the world a more bearable place

vampire!chris who sometimes has to remind himself you need a moment to breathe when he kisses you

vampire!chris who falls deeper in love with you whenever you cling to him for safety and comfort

vampire!chris who loves using his enhanced strength to pin you down but still careful not to hurt you

vampire!chris who gets possessive and leaves marks in visible places after someone else stares at you the wrong way

vampire!chris who likes to bite your thighs and lick the blood that starts to trickle down your skin

vampire!chris who wants to devour you when he sees you wearing one of his oversized sweaters that swallows you whole

vampire!chris who feels a sense of pride when he sees the healing marks and bruising on your hips and thighs when the fabric rides up knowing he marked you as his and you let him

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[stargirlfics]

sweet as silk, just like lavender

Alfred Pennyworth can’t keep his hands off you even if he tried

1.3k words - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: semi-public sexual acts, exhibitionism

from this ask prompt: alfred being obsessed with having his fingers inside you at all times

He always had you so eager for these moments, even if you were shy to admit it, Alfred could always tell by the way you melted into the flex and curl of his fingers buried between shaking legs, that you loved this just as much as he did.

Muffled moans and the hushed curses that leave your parted mouth are just encouragement, the loveliest kind of reward for a man so enraptured by the way his fingers filled you this perfectly. 

It’s like you were made for him and must be why he can’t ever get enough. 

Always left aching with need at the thought of watching you unravel before him, sweet and sticky folds parting for a thick middle finger because he was far from undisciplined in taking the time to stretch you out, he liked to be thorough with you.  

And judging by the way you were already grinding your hips into the pump of his forearm, the slick mess from your pussy leaking around his knuckles, Alfred thought maybe he could fit in a third after all. 

“Please! Feels so good, oh god…” You’re pleading, unable to keep your body from chasing after his touch, desperate for more but also painfully aware of where you were. 

You were supposed to be keeping quiet, had promised you’d behave and not draw attention to the creaking wood of the reading bench tucked in this quiet section of Wayne Manor’s library.

It was just impossible to do so when he leaned in like he was doing now to hush your cries with his free hand.

“Oh fuck…look at you. So gorgeous when you do that.” He groans when your tongue suctions to the two fingers keeping your mouth occupied, pleased by the frantic little whimpers he could still hear in your throat. 

It makes him throb when he glances down to watch where your pretty, greedy cunt is taking what he was giving, gripping him so tight he doesn’t think he can stop. 

He’d never want to either, not when you look up at him with glossy eyes that begged for the release so close to crashing down over you now. 

You were addictive in every sense. 

The first time Alfred remembers doing this together in precarious places it was his office at work, the memory making him smile. 

It was his fault for getting you so worked up throughout the day, he could say that, but then there was one too many heavy looks exchanged, your enticing voice in his ear asking him to touch you and suddenly he was doing exactly that, nevermind locking the door properly. 

He had you on your hands and knees that time, right there on the sofa across from his desk, being only slightly firm with his tone when he scolded you for driving him crazy but really he wasted little time before his silver beard was tickling your thighs as he tasted you and teased your clit at the same time. 

“You’re all I think about, you know that darling?”

Rumpled waistcoat’s and ties be damned when you were bared for him, the urge to devour and savor, to give and push you was too compelling. He knew right then and there that you could reach back and grab his hair and he wouldn’t mind if you tousled it.

How could he when he’d finally slid a finger inside and watched your lashes flutter, the quiver of your shoulders, that lovely little gasp and all the moans that followed. 

No, he didn’t mind one bit, it was perfect, he even had to retrieve your underwear from between the cushions afterwards. 

You’re a bit less concerned about getting caught than he is but he thinks that’s part of why he loves getting you off like this, the thrill is exciting.

It makes his heart swell and his cock harden that you trust and desire him so much to let him keep you teetering on the edge for however long he wanted to keep you there and then hearing you beg like that, he wanted to earn every praise and cry for more. 

You always listened so well too, determined to be rewarded with a ride on his fingers, reminiscent of that time in his car where he’d made such a mess of you. 

The windows were just beginning to fog when he pulled away from a heated kiss to reach over the console, curious hands roaming underneath clothes. 

Until he was touching the soft velvet that was you, moving back in for another embrace with a growl on his lips that you swallowed without hesitation. 

“What am I gonna do with you, hmm? Feels like you’re about to come all over my hand and I’ve barely started.” 

You answered with a whine then, needing to grab his shoulder to steady yourself the tighter the tension inside you swirled until he was withdrawing his touch to taste your very essence off his fingers, uninterested in keeping you waiting any longer. 

Even in the awkward confines of a car he could curl his fingers just right, nudging against that sweet, spongey spot that made you melt into pieces, the pleasure climbing with each slow and measured push of his wrist. 

Alfred could be so gentle but intense, nearly overwhelming you with bliss and leaving you happy and hazy for hours after and nothing short of that was acceptable for him. 

He’d spend hours like that if he could. 

It’s why he’s got your legs pushed back almost to your chest in this private corner of the library now, your t-shirt bunched around your waist and presently what he was using as leverage to rock you back into his thrusts. 

“Think you’re ready, love?” 

“Yes, fuck yes please. I want it…want you so bad, Alfred.” 

The way you say his name cracks something open in him and he’s fitting a third finger next to the two already filling you to the brim. 

Pulsing and warm, the added stretch has you covering your mouth to stifle the noise threatening to rip loose from your chest but the ache of pleasure just seemed to grow spreading from your center to the tips of your pointed toes. 

“That’s it, there you are such a sweet little thing. Mmm, I’m proud of you, darling.” Alfred coos against the inside of your knee.

He can’t help but swell with pride, his eyes trying to commit the sight of you to memory. 

Dew beading up on your pretty, bronze skin and the taut tremble of your muscles as he picks up pace just a little, striving to make your head fall back against the stained glass window above you. 

In his mind you deserve to be immortalized in the glass too, the vision that you are. 

His forearm braces when you jolt into his touch, fingers pushing a little deeper and keeping that relentless pressure against your walls while his thumb rubbed soothingly over your clit, again and again. 

“Ohh thank you, I’m-shit I think I’m-“ You’re trying to warn him, caught off guard by the sudden grip around your hips with his other hand, effectively keeping you in place. 

He doesn’t have to say a word, knows you’ll be dripping down his palm any second now as your head tips back and exposes your neck, pulse beating wildly.

You let yourself float away, leaning into everything you were feeling and letting go like he would want you to do, your lips meeting his again in a fiery heat, a passion so white hot you want to scream from how it makes your nerves tingle. 

But Alfred is right there to hold you together as you fall apart and he’s all you see when the pleasure begins to ebb and the warm comedown washes over you. Just like always. 

It’s delicious and delectably filthy and neither of you wanted it any other way. 

Forever thinking about being in compromising positions with that old man! This was fun to write and I hope you enjoyed! Also listened to DRIP by EVAN GIIA while writing this/brainstorming for this, the title comes from the lyrics and now I’m gonna go look at pics of Andy Serkis hands, do not disturb lmao

Thank you for reading 🫶🏾

<3 dividers by @/saradika-graphics <3

[silendastral]

I wanted to talk about it later, but I'm impatient.

In a nutshell, in my fanon, cars' insides calls "drivers" that have gone down the path of adaptation as humans.

Ancient drivers used rounded stones before the creation of vehicles, in which they hollowed out a space and a couple of holes for themselves: for the mouth and for a small limb, thanks to which they push off from surfaces, climb and grab.

Omnivores. Due to the fact that they were not adapted to hunting, they ate mainly fruits and carrion.

Since, in essence, they were initially considered as a brain, then gradually, like humans, they began to evolve (more intellectually than externally).

They go through an almost similar path of development as humanity.

With the creation of vehicles, life has become easier.

Driver's bodies became faster, comfortable, capable for self-heating to avoid cold spells and etc.

It seeps into the details of its body to control it using thin threads of itself, which both pulls and retracts if necessary (for example: repairing, tuning).

Their cycle looks like this:

They are born prematurely, otherwise their mother would have crushed them with her insides by accident.

+ Biology moment: layers ::::0

What would an average driver look like if we could get them out of the car (It's not a tail, it's a stomach...):

In practice, it is not possible to get it out of the body without damage.

+ Bonus:

As for the various unintelligent animals? - In essence, these organisms are mimics... So we have bigger sane beetles and smaller silly-willy beetles and etc.

They don't really control their size. They will copy what they find. Intelligent vehicles figured out how to tame this creatures, which gave rise to the tractors we are familiar with, the bodies of which eventually went out of production for intelligent ones.

And yes, mimics are completely organic, except that the outer cover is imitated as metal. And that's why there may be meat in the markets.

🥩Have a nice day and thank you for reading🥩

[y4-mama]

Heyyy!Can you write some angsty stuff with Randy Orton? And can it end with fluff please? <3

Something unexpected

Randy Orton x McMahon! Reader

Summary: Being the youngest McMahon, you've witnessed your family cause multiple problems, and to no surprise, none of the superstars they've caused problems with have let them get away with it. You tend to stay away from all of that, and the superstars respect it, everyone except for Randy. For some reason, he won't leave you alone.

Content: angst, fluff at the end, gender isn't specified, but he calls you sweetheart, despite being a McMahon, race isn't specified, nor does it impact the story, Stephanie and Triple H are mentioned (hate him for having Jey lose the title), he towers over you (he's 6'5 it's expected) but it isnt specified how much taller he is. A little corny but that's ok

A/N: I am so sorry for getting this out so late, and I'm not sure if this is considered angst, so I'm sorry if this didn't meet your expectations

WC: 1.7k

Being the youngest McMahon sibling, you have your fair share of challenges. One of which is Randy Orton. He’s been on a rampage, going after every family member, including your brother-in-law, Triple H.

You were alone backstage because you didn't have anything to do during that time, and Randy was a few feet away. Randy knew he could easily overpower you, no matter how strong or determined you were. He looked over at you with an amused look on his face and chuckled at you. “What’s the matter? You scared of me?”

He began slowly walking over to you, like a predator targeting its prey. He was trying to intimidate you, like he’s done plenty of times to other superstars throughout his career. “You should be scared… I could easily destroy you like I did your family members.” 

You rolled your eyes at him. This wasn’t the first time Randy had tried his intimidation tactics on you. “I’m not scared of you, Randy.” He smirked slightly as you rolled your eyes at him, seeing as it didn’t work as easily as it usually does. “Oh? You’re not scared of me?” He chuckled slightly and continued to make his way towards you, backing you up against the wall. “Are you sure you’re not just putting up a front?” Even though you were intimidated, especially with him being 6’5, you weren’t going to let him scare you that easily, not after all the trouble he’s caused your family.

“Why exactly would I do that? Especially when you’ve done nothing but hurt my family. For no reason at all, mind you.” He chuckled as he kept you backed against the wall, his body towering over you as he stood taller. He leaned in a bit as he spoke, still trying to intimidate you. “No reason, huh? You really think there’s no reason for what I’ve done? You’re smarter than that. I see right through you, y’know.” You laughed, not because anything was funny but because he sounded stupid. “It’s cute that you think you know me. What exactly do you see, Randy? I’d really like to know.” 

He rolled his eyes as you laughed, not liking that you were trying to brush him off and act as though you weren’t intimidated. He leaned in closer, his face just inches away from yours. “Oh, sweetheart. I know more about you than you think I do. And what I see is a stubborn, bratty little kid who won’t listen to reason.”

“See what you’re not going to do is call me a little kid.”

He raised an eyebrow as you told him he wasn’t allowed to call you a little kid, his smirk returning. “Oh, really? I’m not allowed, huh? Well, tough luck.” He pressed you a little more against the wall, his body now almost completely flush against yours. “I’ll call you whatever I want, sweetheart. You don’t get a say in it.” You looked down at your bodies and how close they were. “Y’know… You’re not as big and bad as you paint yourself to be. You’re trying to impress someone. The real question is who?”

He smirked again as he noticed your eyes quickly glance down at how close your bodies were, finding it amusing. He was enjoying this, seeing you trying to fight back. “Trying to impress someone? Please. I don’t need to impress anyone, sweetheart. I’m the best in the business, period.” He pushed you back completely against the wall, his body now completely pressed against yours as he leaned in closer to your face. “But if you really want to know… who I’d be trying to impress…” 

You nod. “Yes, I do want to know, you’re attacking the most powerful family in the business without reason. Actually, an even better question, why haven’t you attacked me? I mean, you even went after Stephanie with zero hesitation.” He smirked again at your question, thinking it was kind of cute that you were curious to know who he might be trying to impress, and especially curious about why he hadn't attacked you just yet. "Why haven't I attacked you...?" He paused for a moment, almost as if he was weighing his options. He studied your face for a moment, his eyes wandering over every part of you. "You really want to know?"

 “Obviously, I want to know, for all I know, you could be planning something that’s 10 times worse than what you did to the rest of my family.” He leaned in a bit closer to your face, his smirk remaining, but he was beginning to get annoyed at your stubbornness and insistence on knowing his reasons. But he decided to humor you anyway. "Alright, I'll tell you. The honest truth… the reason I haven't attacked you is because I'm intrigued by you. I want to… get to know you better, I suppose." He paused for a moment, his eyes wandering over your face once more before returning to your eyes. "Is that enough of an answer for you, or do you want more?" You squint your eyes, finding it hard to believe him. “Oh, so you target my family because you want to get to know me? That makes no sense. Tell the truth, Randy.”

He sighed, rolling his eyes at your skepticism, and continued to pin you against the wall, getting more frustrated at your persistence. "The truth...? You really want the truth?" He leaned in closer to your face, now being just inches from your lips. "The truth, sweetheart, is that I'm attracted to you. I can't get you out of my head, and I hate it. And I hate that you have this… effect on me, when no one else ever has." 

You inhale sharply, not expecting him to get that close to you. You speak softly, afraid that if you speak any louder, he’ll hear the nervousness in your voice. “So why would you attack my family? What does that have to do with any of this?” He noticed your sharp inhale as he leaned in closer, a smirk forming on his face as he realized he was making you just as flustered as you made him. "I attacked your family to get your attention, sweetheart... and I think you can see that it's working..." He pressed his body more flush against yours, his hands coming to rest on your hips, effectively trapping you between his body and the wall. 

You were left speechless when you heard his reason as to why, especially since there were many ways to get your attention. He chuckled slightly as you were left speechless due to his reveal, loving that he'd managed to make you speechless for once instead of the other way around. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" He smirked as he took advantage of your silence, bringing one of his hands up from your hip to cup the side of your face, his thumb brushing gently over your bottom lip. He was enjoying this. And to be honest, so were you.

You averted your eyes from him and tucked your bottom lip into your teeth. He smirked as you averted your eyes from him, still finding it cute how flustered he managed to make you. He continued brushing his thumb over your bottom lip, and he used the hand that was still on your hip to pull you closer towards him, closing whatever distance that was left between you. "You know... You look really cute when you have your lip tucked in between your teeth like that..."

His smirk turned into a small smile as he felt your body grow tense under his touch, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. He continued brushing his thumb over your lip, almost as if he was trying to make you release your lip from your teeth. "I can't get you out of my head. The thought of you... It's driving me crazy..." He leaned his head down, his lips now just above your ear, his hot breath against your neck. You figured he wouldn’t stop touching your bottom lip, so you released it from your teeth. “Randy…”

The moment you released your bottom lip from your teeth, he couldn't stop himself from closing the distance and claiming your lips with his own. The kiss started out slow and gentle, as he savored the feeling of your soft lips against his. After a few moments, he slowly began to deepen the kiss, his hand on your hip gripping it slightly as he pushed your body against the wall. He wanted you closer; he wanted to feel more of you against him.

You, to no surprise, kissed back. Randy was a handsome man, and he expressed his attraction towards you. Of course, you’d kiss back.

After a few more moments of him deepening the kiss and pressing his body against yours, he eventually broke the kiss and pulled away, reluctantly, of course. He still kept your body pressed between the wall and his body, not wanting to let you go just yet. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He brought his thumb up once more and gently traced over your now swollen lips, still feeling the aftereffects of the kiss.

You had smiled at not only his words but his actions as well, and he couldn't help but smile back, feeling a sense of relief that you didn’t seem upset with the kiss. He continued to trace your lips with his thumb for a moment before he spoke again, his voice now quieter and more genuine. “I mean it. You have no idea how crazy you drive me… I can’t get you out of my head, it’s like you’re constantly on my mind.” You had smiled yet again and gave him a gentle yet brief kiss.

He chuckled at your brief kiss, finding it incredibly cute and almost wanting more. “You’re gonna make me addicted to this, you know that?” He teased, bringing his hand up to push a piece of your hair out of your face before his hand settled on your hip, his thumb gently rubbing small circles in the spot where your shirt had ridden up, giving him access to the skin underneath.

Him rubbing your hip has tickled a little bit, resulting in you letting out a small noise and wrapping your arms around his neck, giving him another kiss before pulling away. 

“My family is gonna kill me when they find out about this… I don’t really care, though; they’re not that nice to me anyway.”