#yes i ate the peel.

[w3r1d0]

yummy ^_^

[lavenderspence]

i see all my mutuals reblogging you'd peel a mandarin and give me half? will you really, cause I hate peeling mandarins😓

[thatonceandfutureprat]

I think it's been a year since I've actually boiled potatoes.

[theoldaeroplane]

im in the middle of a two week stretch of mandatory overtime. i get one day off per week. i am dying. alas, once more I stare into the abyss and try to comprehend whether i am the soft coddled thing i was told I am growing up or encountering Legitimate Challenges

[bugunlikeanangel]

omg i know its lame to hop on bandwagons but i saw those peelable fruit gummies and i really wanted to try them but they were all sold out online then GET THIS

some family friends just came back from thailand and bought me JUST THAT! without me even mentioning anything. peelable mango gummies manifested in my house

fuck yeah

[s0dium]

Warning: Riding monster form! Sukuna on his throne, fingering, virginity loss, lots of cum

Sukuna honestly wonders if you can take him in his monster form. Like, really wonders.

He knew it would only be a matter of time before he was done with Yujis body and his true form would appear, monstrous and large. So he wondered, could a cute human like you, handle him? Or perhaps the better question is, could you handle being fucked by him? Yes, the question lingered in his mind ever since he laid eyes on you through Yuji's body.

So when the time came, and Sukuna ate the last finger, he knew he would have to put the question to the test. The transition was swift and unsettling—a violent surge of power that reshaped megumi's body into Sukuna's true, towering form. Needless to say, you were, well, shocked. The world around you warped, the reality bending as he whisked you away to his domain, a realm where shadows clung to ancient stones and the air thrummed with untamed power.

Despite the overwhelming force of his presence, fear didn't take hold of you as one might expect. Instead, a mix of awe and apprehension filled your chest as you were suddenly pulled into the heart of his shrine where a throne lay in the middle. Sukuna, now fully his ten-foot-tall self, seated you on his lap with an ease that belied his monstrous size. One of his four large hands cupped your chin, gently but firmly tilting your face up to meet his gaze. The sheer intensity of his four eyes could have frozen a lesser soul, but you, no, you only trembled slightly—not from fear, but curiosity?

The fact that you didn't flinch or cower seemed to both surprise and intrigue him. His grin widened, sharp and dangerous, as if your bravery added an unexpected flavor to a game he thought he had mastered.

"Interesting," he murmured, the word rumbling through his chest and into your ears. His movements were deliberate as his hands reached out, the air tense. Each gesture was measured, almost reverent, as he carefully began to peel away the layers of your clothing.

You don't even know what going on until you have been stripped completely, all the way down to your bra and underwear. You watch with wide eyes as he parts his robe and pulls out...

Holy shit.

Your heart drops and your brain goes blank. To call Sukuna's dick huge would be like calling the ocean a puddle; it's an understatement of epic proportions. An average 6 inches? try 11. There's no way that could possibly fit in you. Your hand couldn't even fit around it alone.

"I don't… what are you doing? What, I don't…" you babble, utterly overwhelmed and flustered by his sheer size. You thickly gulp when you see his fat angry red tip twitch and you move your hips away to retreat, but one of Sukunas strong hands keeps you secured on his leg. Sukuna chuckles, a deep, resonant sound that only adds to your confusion and embarrassment. His amusement at your reaction is evident, making you feel even smaller in his grasp.

"What, you scared?" He coos mockingly, hooking a thick finger under the hem of your panties and pulling the thin fabric down your legs. "But look, you are already so wet."

You hated how much he was right, but you couldn't deny the pool of arousal at the base of your underwear. Slowly, Sukuna slides one of his long finger inside your wet cunt, your pussy instantly squeezing at the foreign intrusion. Jesus, his singular finger is almost as big as an average dildo. You whine when he curls his middle finger to his palm; hitting places you could only dream of hitting yourself. Two trembling hands grab onto Sukunas robes to keep yourself steady as you grind your hips on his hand; desperately trying to get more out of the pleasure.

"Don't worry, I'll get you ready before the real thing."

Your about to say something when Sukuna pushes the back of your head forward until his lips capture yours. His tongue, unusually large and powerful, invades your mouth with aggressive fervor, leaving you breathless and unable to resist. You whine against his mouth and from the pleasure, his palm rubbing nicely against your clit. You can faintly hear the sloshing noises down your sex from Sukunas ceaseless fingering. It was warm, everything was warm; your face, your tummy, Sukuna’s hands, and wet mouth on you. Your legs were trembling and you couldn't think so much as breathe. But just when you are about to fall off the edge, Sukuna pulls away and stops all ministrations from your body.

Fat hot tears clouded your sight and started to spill down your flushed red face from the pleasure that had been snatched away from you. “No no no no please I-i-i’ll be good please dont s-stop.” You attempted to grab Sukunas hand and pull it back to you but he quickly swatted it away.

"Didnt I tell you? Im preparing you for the real thing."

Sukuna grasps either end of your hips with two of his four arms, lifting you just above his lap. You find yourself straddling him, but he keeps you hovering over him, so your entrance is aligned with his tip.

"Wait woah wait wait-"

It's too late. You let out a choked scream at the feeling of his thick hard member forcefully spreading your tight insides, and oh my god you have never felt so fucking full in your life right now. You squirm and writhe against his hold, desperately trying to get away from the massive length penetrating you. Fat hot tears stream down your face as he lowers you onto him. Sukuna grits his teeth, maybe he underestimated how small your hole would be, you are only halfway down his dick and he cant seem to lower you any farther. Furthermore, Sukuna gravely underestimated how tight, warm, and gummy your walls, like molten honey solidifying into a vice, trapping him in a relentless, clinging embrace.

“Shit your tight, loosen up a bit would ya?” He tries to push you down even more but his tip is already smooshed against your cervix. The pressure on your cervix and the stretch of your walls around his dick knocks the wind out of you, and Sukuna groans at the way your pussy tightens in an attempt to push out the foreign intrusion.

Sukuna’s about to pull you out to thrust into you again, when he notices a trickle of blood from your pussy drip down his balls, the realization of what it meant making him grin.

“Shit your actually a fucking virgin aren’t you.”

Your too lost in the pain and slight foreign pleasure to register the question, and he takes the silence as a yes.

“Good.”

You let out a scream when he pulls out and thrusts back into you. The sudden thrust makes your eyes roll back from the dull painful pleasure coursing through your veins. To be fair a part of Sukuna told him to go slow, to be kinder on you since you were just a small weak human. But from the way your hot sticky walls sucked him in, and how you looked at him, Jesus, how you looked at him, like he was your god, made him lose control.

Your drooling now, as his lifts you up and down his dick like a fucking sex toy. It was dizzying, the curvature of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, scraping against your vaginal walls every time he slams you down on his length. The friction is incredible and it made pain quickly turn into pleasure. Waves of overwhelming sensations surged through your body, filling you completely and sending waves of euphoria cascading through every nerve, making you shudder with an intense, almost blissful delight.

"Shit, feel better than I expected." Sukuna grunts. "Gonna have to do this every day, all the time."

And suddenly—you feel it. What you’ve heard about from friends or seen in porn.

Its like all your bodies energy centers are activating at once and your left utterly helpless to the feeling of tingling ecstasy wrapping your brain and stomach.

You dont know how to tell him that something is happening, not when the pleasure is too immense your barley breathing full breaths. But Sukuna understands the words you tried to desperately to communicate.

“Do it slut. Cum. I’ll fill you up, and if it spills ill fuck it back into you.”

As of on command, the knot in your stomach bursts, and you are thrown toward a euphoric grave.

“Sh-Shit, shit, fuuuuck~” He chuckles into your ear, choking over his words as his hips sputter inside of you, hot cum fills you as much as you can hold inside of your stuffed cunny. Theres so much of his cum that is rolls back down the base of his cock and on his balls.

"Fuck, you did good, so good."

[send-noodles-not-nudes]

wormlia: a preview

@lizardman18

im almost done writing the chapter and then ill post it but in the meantime heres a snippet of eunice being unhinged:

Eunice sat on the edge of her cousin's bed, casually reading from the Monster Book of Monsters while she waited for Laelia to re-humanize. Madam Pomfrey seemed rather impressed with the grace in which Eunice had handled the book, asking her how she'd avoided getting the same bites and scrapes as the majority of the other students in the class. "It's really quite simple, Poppy," she started, the nurse's nose flinching in annoyance. Eunice had a habit of calling the staff by their first names. If she liked them, that is. "I respect mine. He likes to be scratched on the 'of' and eat my leftover lemon peels." "Leftover?" Fred asked, sending her a strange look. She ignored him entirely. "Plus, they have names. They appreciate it when you address them properly. This one is named Harold." Almost as though she were demonstrating the truth of what she'd said, she closed the book, scratched it on the cover where the word 'of' was written, and took a lemon out of the pocket of her robes. She took a bite of it, unpeeled, ate it, then peeled some of the rest of it and fed the peel to the book. "Good night, Harold." The book was entirely calm while she shut and locked it.

[angel-of-the-moons]

I'd adore seeing something with Eddie and Venom being your big fuck off bodyguards at the Halloween party, bonus points if the costume is just venom!

Spooky Scary... Slime-Monsters?

Eddie x Venom x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: None!!

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

They met you in an alley, one night. The rich inheritor to some firm or another, cornered by a bunch of no-good (tasty) thugs.

Contrary to most people, you didn't run when Venom beat the shit out of, and promptly ate the heads off of your assailants. You were... Surprisingly open-minded? Eddie found that Venom liked you, and he'd be lying if your understanding of their situation wasn't refreshing. It was nice having someone other than his ex, or Ms. Chen to talk to about this sort of thing.

But when you hit them up to be a bodyguard to a freakin' Halloween party, of all places? He was hesitant, at first. But rent and groceries were kind of expensive... And you were offering quite a bit.

So, they took the offer. They met you, once again, in an alley.

The ground shook softly as Venom landed nearby. His maw stretched into an eerie grin as you gasped in shock before realizing just who it was.

"Oh! You're here!" You sighed with a relived smile, adjusting the little witch hat on your head, "I was starting to get worried."

"Yes, well... we wanted a snack so we grabbed some... fast-food on the way in." Venom replied with his deep, rumbly voice.

"Please tell me you cleaned up before you came here." You replied, scrunching your nose rather cutely.

"Of course, we aren't savages." Venom snorted, crossing his arms over his broad chest and staring down at you; almost offended you would suggest he wouldn't clean himself of the evidence.

"Oh... Well, good." You said in reply, "Did you guys pick out a costume?"

Venom frowned--pouted, really, before rocking his head from side to side. "Eddie said costumes are dumb."

The way he stretched out the last word reminded you of a petulant child mocking their parent, and it made you smile.

"So... I guess you're going as you?" You suggested.

Venom's opalescent eyes widened for a moment, like he hadn't thought of that. As he opened his mouth, a part of his face peeled back and Eddie's own face appeared; and he did not look thrilled.

"No--"

"Yes!"

You couldn't help the giggle that came from your lips as they argued back and forth. But eventually, the symbiote wins out in the end.

And so, that's how you walk into the club, arm-in-arm with Venom.

It shocked people, to say the least, but in some cases, when people got too close, Eddie and Venom were great at pretending he was some sort of expensive, animatronic suit. A few people even stopped for some photos!

The party was a droll thing at first, slow and boring, even for a rented nightclub. But a lot of these people were friend of your parents--very few really knew how to actually have fun. Even the younger people they paid to be with for the evening seemed bored out of their skulls.

That was, until Venom had hopped on stage. He had managed to load the DJ performing into playing something a little more lively--to "get the blood pumping". Apparently, nobody but you got the morbid joke.

His ploy worked, and people began to go down to the dance floor. Well... the ones young enough to avoid breaking a hip, anyways. The older ones complained about the music tastes, but your parents, the hosts of the party, clapped Venom on the shoulder and thanked him for saving the evening.

As you all sat down to enjoy cocktails, you explained that you'd hired him as your bodyguard. When asked what had happened to your primary one, you explained that after he left you alone long enough to get robbed the night you first met Venom, you decided it was a good change of pace and protection. Your parents wholeheartedly agreed.

However, neither of you were prepared for when your dad shook Venom's hand and asked the dreaded question:

"So... Are you interested in dating our daughter?"

You wanted to die on the spot.

[eddiesxangel]

Need ass worshipping older Eddie

Eddie is a freak. He is a dirty and nasty man when it comes to sex, and one of his favourite things is to play with your holes, especially your ass. He wants his face pressed against it at all times, so when you said yes- hesitantly- he pounced at the opportunity, literally.

“Turn around for me, baby. Yes, that’s it.” He’d knelt while you were still standing and cupped your cheeks in his rough-weathered hands.

“Eddie,” you moan. You were nervous about being so exposed to him, but Eddie was reeling from the fact that you hadn’t done this before.

He would get to pleasure you in a way you’d never thought possible.

“It’s okay, baby; I’m gonna take good care of you.” He slipped his hand between your legs, rubbing your pussy lips, gliding his hand back up from your clit to your tailbone.

“Okay,” you sigh, trusting the older man.

“Why don’t you get on your hands and knees for my doll?” He pats the bed.

You crawl up, still a bit nervous, but you’re already dripping at the thought of Eddie between your legs.

You hear Eddie groan in pleasure as you arch your back up from him, sticking your ass out as much as possible.

“Mmm, look at you.” he peels off your underwear to reveal his next meal.

Your tight little hole perked and begging to be licked. Eddie watches as your sweet nectar teases to let go of your panties as he slowly pulls them down.

Another needy moan leaves your throat, and Eddie can’t help but give you a little love slap to the plush of your cheeks.

“Patience, doll. I’m taking my time with you.”

Eddie runs his thick fingers up and down your slick folds, your body shuddering at his delicate touch. The feeling of his fingers travelling more and more back. Slowly inching his way back, you got wetter by the second.

“Relax for me, baby; rest your head.” He encouraged.

You listened and lay your head down, and your ass was as high up in the air as it could be.

“That’s it, good job, baby” his hands palmed your ass, spreading your wide, your pussy glistening for him.

“Already so wet, sweetheart”

“Eddie, please, I want you to touch me,” he was teasing so badly.

“Mmm, with pleasure,” he hummed and leaned in.

The feeling of his wet tongue running along the skin that hadn’t been before sent tingles through your body.

“Oh my god,” you gasped.

Eddie massaged your ass while his tongue explored you further. Flicking and tasting you, Eddie’s eyes rolled back in his head as he ate your ass. His chin rested up on your pussy, sending shivers down your spine as his stubble only aided your pleasure. His tongue flicked kitten licks that turned into extended lingering circles around your tight hole.

His cock was so painfully hard and neglected. The red tip bobbed against his stomach as he knelt into your body.

“Oh, Eddie!” You muffled cries of pleasure as his tongue breached your tightest hole. Never did you think having your ass eaten would be so pleasurable? You were nervous it would be painful if anything, but the way Eddie was playing with you made you want more.

“Mmm, you like my face in your ass, don’t you?” Eddie teases.

“Mmmmmmm”

“Such a little whore for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you would agree with anything he said. You were already fucked out.

“More,” you plead.

Eddie’s eyes snapped open in surprise. Reluctantly, he peeled his face from your body.

“You want me to finger your little ass hole, is that it?”

“Yes,” you can’t believe the words fell from your lips. But Eddie has your head spinning, as always.

“You spoil me, baby.”

Your clit throbs, and your pussy clenched around nothing as Eddie teases the perimeter of your tight hole with his index finger.

His lust-filled eyes do not dare to blink as he pushes slowly into you.

“Oh!” You gasp at the pressure, but you like it. You want the feeling of his finger spreading you open for him. You liked it so much you thought maybe one day you’ll be able to take his cock, but that’s for another day.

“Doing so well for me, baby, fuckin look at you.” Eddie could cum right now, and he hasn’t even been touched. The way you gripped around him and how submissive you were being had Eddie in a head spin.

Slowly Eddie began to pump his finger in and out of your hole, and you couldn’t help but to slid your hand up under you to touch your clit. Your body jerked when your fingers made contact with your pussy, and that only made you squeeze harder.

“Fuckin hell,” Eddie was throbbing. He couldn’t not touch himself any longer. With his free hand, he started to stroke his cock, feeling the relief he wanted. He needed to watch his cum drip from your hole down to your pussy.

Your body was shaking within a short few minutes as you rubbed your pussy, and Eddie switched from fingering your ass to leaving sweet licks.

“Eddie, please!” You didn’t even know what you were begging for; your brain was so fuzzy from the pleasure that you felt like you were floating.

“Fuck, you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum from your ass being played with? Filthy, baby.” He latched his tongue back into your ass and replaced your hand with his.

You couldn’t hold it any longer; the feeling of everything Eddie was doing to you took over, and you came across as the hardest you had in a long time.

As your body trembled under Eddie’s touch, he leaned back and watched as his cum fell into your tight hole. He loved how it dripped down to your pussy; he ran it back up again and watched his seed flow down to your soaked, blousy lips before licking it back up to fill your second hole.

“You gonna let this old man fill your ass one day, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” you sigh, coming down from your high.

“Fuck I’m about to get hard again.”

"Maybe you're not so old after all," you teased.

[cloudcountry]

OH MY GOD. THE MIX UP VALENTINE POST. YOU ATE!!!! could i rq a version with riddle, ace, deuce, octavinelle, and lillia? 🫶🫶

SUMMARY: you get a gift that was meant for the student you like, and the contents spur you to action.

COMMENTS: this is a spin off post of this post!! IM GLAD U LIKED IT ANON i was proud of that one myself ehehe

also the character limit is five so i picked azul from octavinelle

You stare blankly at the box of chocolate in your hands, the gift crammed into your desk haphazardly. At first, you thought it was for you—that’s what anyone would assume, right? Except...the note on top of it is not addressed to you, but rather, the guy you like. It makes you wonder if this is some joke, or if one of his friends wanted you to deliver it for him. You pick at the heart sticker sealing the note shut and peel it open, taking a peak of the contents.

Your eyes wide and your heart lurches in your chest, panic and annoyance roaring like red hot flames as you read what sounds like a genuine confession of love. Someone had their eyes on him? How did you never notice?

Was it weird to get jealous? I mean, he’s not even dating you yet...you don’t even know if he feels the same way. You can’t deny it doesn’t feel good that there’s another student trying to woo him, though. You’ve been so scared up until this point, so nervous about what he might think, but the clock is ticking. You’ve got to tell him before it’s too late.

Riddle sits up even straighter when he sees you approaching him with a heart shaped box and an envelope, his cheeks flushing pink. He clears his throat when you arrive, expression all twisted up as if you’re unhappy about something. Riddle turns to look at you, holding his chin high as he addresses you by name.

“Do you have something to tell me?” he asks, arms crossed over his chest.

“This is a pathetic gift for the Queen of Hearts.” you reply dryly, throwing the gifts on the ground and stomping on them, “Someone thought that would be enough for you, but I won’t stand for it.”

Riddle stares open mouthed at the torn envelope and crushed box of chocolates, but a giant bundle of roses blocks his line of sight.

“This.” you say, a bouquet of roses in one hand and an entire strawberry tart in the other, with the truffles from the box placed in a circle around it in your hands, “Is a far more fitting gift for courting the queen.”

Deuce freezes after he reads the note you gave him with a sour face, cheeks turning pink. He wonders why you look so upset when you just confessed how much you like him—even though the words seem a bit off...

“See, Deuce? I told you you were popular.” you scoff, wrinkling your nose in disgust.

You glare so intensely at the envelope that Deuce feels your anger and jealousy.

“Is this...not from you?” he asks softly, his heart plummeting out of his body. And here he was, getting all delighted and cheesy about it—

“Nah. It’s not.” you say flippantly, “I’m confessing my feelings in a much better way.”

Deuce gasps when you pull out a bouquet of dark blue roses, kneeling at his feet as you take his hand. He swears you see hearts in his eyes as he stares at the flowers and your face, which look up at him with determination he knows all too well.

“Deuce Spade, I want you to be mine.” you declare, and his legs turn to jelly as he babbles out an enthusiastic yes.

“I can’t believe someone who isn't me likes your dumbass.” you smack Ace’s arm as he snickers over the note, an immature gesture if there ever was one.

“Well, if you like this dumbass what does that make you, huh? A stupidass?” he quips, knocking his whole body against you.

You squeal and shove him back, sticking your tongue out at his shocked face as he falls off the bed.

“Really!? This is how you’re confessing your love to me?” Ace huffs, playful as always, “I want a divorce.”

“You idiot, I’m just speaking your language!” you snap back, throwing a pillow at his head, “All you do is tease and yap and jab so I’m giving you a taste of your own medicine!”

“Oh you’re on!” Ace jumps to his feet, pillow in hand.

It’s obvious he likes you back. It always has been. And even if that person hadn’t sent that note, you two still would have known just how much you care for each other, even if it remains (mostly) unsaid.

(You still trampled that note at least ten times during your pillow fight though.)

“Is this some kind of joke?” Azul says blandly, placing the letter down on his desk of his VIP Room, “This obviously isn’t your handwriting, nor is it your style of writing.”

“That’s because it’s not mine.” you say just as blandly, raising an eyebrow as Azul looks over his spectacles at you, “Were you hoping it was?”

“What is the purpose of this visit then? You bring me some random letter with a confession of love...don’t tell me you’re hoping to butter me up.” Azul chuckles, standing up as gracefully as ever, “You should know better than anyone that those tricks do not work on me.”

You stand up as well, arms crossed over your chest as you meet his stare with your own.

“Because, Azul, someone left that note in my desk. It was addressed to you, as you can see, so I bought it for you. What you just read is what encouraged me to take action.” you take a deep breath and summon all of your courage, there truly is no turning back now, “Azul, I am interested in pursuing a romantic relationship with you. I can assure you I’ve thought this over many times before coming to you with this proposal. If you’re willing, I would love to sit down and have a talk about the terms and conditions of this deal.”

You hold out your hand for a handshake.

Azul’s mouth forms an o shape, and for a second you’d say he looks shocked, but he composes himself quickly as is all too inclined to place his hand in yours.

“Well, well, well!” he beams, voice light and airy with what you can only assume is joy, “Let’s get negotiations underway, shall we?”

“Aww, you shouldn’t have.” Lilia coos, bringing a hand up to his mouth, “Why do you look so sour, sweets?”

“Because it’s not from me. It was stuffed in my desk and addressed to you.” you wrinkle your nose, the envelope clenched in your fist, “I don’t like the idea of someone confessing to you before I could.”

Lilia giggles, still hiding his mouth behind his hand. You stare blankly at him, tapping your foot so hard your ankle starts to cramp up.

“Oh, no need to look so anxious, dear. I’m sure you’re well aware of where my affections lie, yes?” Lilia approaches you, his fingers intertwining with yours as the envelope flutters to the floor, unnoticed and uncared for.

He doesn’t have much time left. He’s loved and he’s lost, he may as well go for what he wants while it’s still here, in front of him.

“That is such an indirect way of confessing.” you groan, squeezing his hand, “I even got you a whole bag of mystery flavored red lollipops...”

“Gifts are best shared, my dear!” Lilia laughs, pulling you over to his bed, “Now, hurry up! I want to see which flavor I get first!”

[night-night-stories-before-bed]

Calmer days

Warning; none, just domestic life with Mihawk.

Pairing; Mihawk/Gn!Reader.

Summary; a simple domestic day with Mihawk before everything goes crazy.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Living with Mihawk wasn't always simple. One day he was there and the next go without a word. In the beginning, you used to freak out, thinking something bad had happened. Now? You would roll your eyes and wait for his return or call. Usually, he would call once a day or every few days to let you know everything was fine and when he would be back.

And upon his return, he would bring you gifs, and wines. The cave had so much of bottles you never knew what to open and what to keep for a special occasion. Not that Mihawk truly cared. He loved good wine no matter the occasion.

And so did you.

The castle always felt cold and empty without Mihawk and you would walk it with a candlestick like a lost ghost. But you weren't. Even without your spouse, life goes on. You took care of your plants and trained every day, not caring if you were way weaker than Mihawj. He always kept you safe, like his most precious treasure, nit allowing anyone near you. It had taken a year for Mihawk to allow the kids to just see you.

Yeah, maybe he was a bit overprotective, but who could be angry at him for that? You weren't built like him and Mihawk didn't want to lose you. He had so many enemies after all.

But today, today was one of those when nothing particular was happening. The kids had left, going back to their captains months ago and leaving the castle emptier than ever and the newspaper was as boring as ever. Not a single mention of Zoro’s antics or any other big pirates.

Outside the sun was high with no clouds and you could feel its warmth on your skin as you sat outside by Mihawk’s side. You were reading a book while your husband the newspaper. The smell of dinner still lingered in the air and you smiled when a tangerine landed on your lap.

- “Who said I wanted one?” You asked jokingly, putting down your book before peeling the fruit.

- “You have been eyeing even before we ate.” Mihawk replied, short, but you saw the smile on the corner of his lips.

Yet, you could see there was something else, like a shadow clouding his golden eyes. You said nothing, savouring the tangerine, but keeping your eyes on him. You soon realized Mihawk kept reading the newspaper over and over again as if searching for something in particular.

It was strange.

It worried you.

But there was no reason for his antics. Why act like that? Mihawk had gone out a week and a half ago and came back within two days. Too soon for him to have been far, too quick for him to have been hunting down anyone or get into trouble with the government.

- “Stop starring.” Mihawk said, his eyes moving from the newspaper to stared at you.

- “There is something you ain't telling me, darling. What's bothering you?” You asked, tilting your head.

Mihawk didn't answer but did put down the newspaper and sighed. You got up and Mihawk opened his arms, letting you sit on his lap. Wrapping your arm around his neck, you took his chin between your index and thumb, staring into his eyes.

- “What happened?” You asked and Mihawk said nothing, just looked at you, his gaze softening as he rested his hands on your thighs.

- “Nothing to worry about, but we will have to leave soon I fear.” He said, voice dropping into a gentler tone.

You blinked, surprised, and let go of his face when Mihawk took your hand, kissing your fingers. Of course, he had realized he was worrying you. He never wanted you to leave the castle or the island, mentioning how untrustworthy the government was or how it would be an opportunity for his enemies to attack you.

So yes.

Something big had happened for him to want you to leave, even if it was with him.

You squeezed his hand, asking about it and Mihawk shrouded as if it wasn't important, yet mentioned how he felt like the government was about to turn against him. You didn't like the idea. Mihawk had been working with them for years now and they profited from that alliance way more than Mihawk did.

So why turn against him?

But then he dropped the bomb; not just him but all the Seven Warlords. It made even less sense to you. The Warlords had been around for so long, they were weapons, a source of fear so why… why turn against them?

- “But…” You began, but Mihawk interrupted you.

- “Don't forget Crocodile and Doflamingo gave us a bad reputation. They just proved the title meant nothing, that we are pirates and criminals just like the rest. We became a liability.” Mihawk said, taking a sip if his wine. “It is not too bad when we think about it. I will have more time for you now and no leash to hold me back.”

- “As if there ever was a leash on you.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes.

But it didn't make you feel better.

Not only did you now have Mihawk’s current foe after you but soon the Government would also take you for target. You felt a shiver running down your spine thinking about the Admirals. You still remembered what had happened to that boy, Ace.

Would such fate await you or your husband?

As if sensing your worries, Mihawk cupped your face in your hand and kissed you. His thumb brushed your chin and you relaxed against him, closing your eyes.

- “You have nothing to worry about, I’ll never let anything happen to you.” He promised and you smiled, nodding.

The rest of the day passed peacefully. Mihawk had all your precious belongings shipped somewhere safe, with his wine of course. It was strange and almost made the castle feel empty, more than usual.

Mihawk stayed by your side, arms around you, keeping you grounded. Maybe he felt guilty keeping his thoughts and knowledge from you, maybe he even felt like he had failed to protect you somehow. But you knew it was false. Never had Mihawk failed you and he never will.

That night, you stood by his side as Mihawk sat in his chair facing the window. The crescent moon was as red as blood and a shiver ran down your spine. You looked down when Mihawk took your hand, thumb brushing your knuckles as he put on his hat.

- “I feel a tremor of excitement... It's been a long time since we were the ones being chased.” Mihawk said with a smirk, looking up at you.

- “You are the only one.” You whispered, tightening your grip around your weapon while Mihawk chuckled and kissed your hand. “I would have preferred enjoying our night with a bottle of wine rather than battling the marines.”

- “So do I, dear, so do I. I promise you my best bottle once we have dealt with them.” Mihawk chuckled, lips brushing against your hand.

You smiled, knowing your husband was telling the truth, yet it didn't change your apprehension for the battle. You hadn't fought in so long and didn't want to be a weight for Mihawk. But staring into his golden eyes you knew you were where you needed to be, by his side as the Marines betrayed him and no matter what, he would make them pay and keep you safe.

[avaf00rd]

media day

Leah Williamson x Reader

For everyone that rages at it I’m gonna check it aight

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“whats today” asked Leah’s strong Milton Keynes accent behind a digital film camera. You looked up and smiled at her camera.

“It’s media day!” You softly said, voice still horse, still half asleep and leaning at the kitchen bench with your girlfriend, she was going to put a bunch of captured videos from every six months on a video for her instagram. It was a new goal of hers. The idea made your heart melt.

Some days she would just set it up as you two spent time together. If you were travelling and watching the sunset on the beach with Leah as an example, she would set the camera up behind the two of you cuddling and looking out.

Other times she would film you and your friends being silly in the gym, or videos of you and your dogs.

Later, Leah drove the two of you to the training grounds. Both with hair neat and light makeup on, ready to film some media.

Most of you girls didn’t mind these days, some hated, but you found it so much fun. Leah filmed you as you skipped through the entrance and down the hauls, the blonde chuckling behind you. You turned around and winked for the camera before you ran into Beth and Steph coming up the other way,

“Hello!” Beth said hugging you. You hugged her tightly before doing the same to Steph.

“You’re after Caitlin and Jen. You have to do another game for a video this one is more fun than the last one trust me” Beth said to you two, letting you know what the first media duty was, also reminding you at how bad you were at the last challenge you filmed was.

When you stepped into the area with many cameras and back drops for shoots set up, you girlfriend was immediately peeled away from you to go take some photos in the new training tracksuit set. Claiming they didn’t have enough content for the particular set.

You were sitting on one of the lounges scrolling through instagram as you noticed Jen come up to you with a microphone “y/n!” The tall brunette exclaimed. “Mind if I sit?” She asked pointing to the spot on the couch next to you.

“Of course Jenny” you smiled moving your legs that were laying there, before putting them back on top of Jen’s lap so they could lay there once again.

“Oh ok” Jen and you giggled as you relaxed back into the couch with you legs resting over her lap. “Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”

“Hit me” you said smiling at the camera

“I went over to grab a cookie from the snack table. And Caitlin foord had informed me that you had eaten the entire bowl of cookies? Can you confirm or deny?” She asked you

“What!” You laughed. “Caitlin not fair!” You yelled across the indoor area as the girl poked her tongue at you. “Deny. She ate most of them I had two!” You said looking into the camera, getting louder at the last part so the brunette across the room could hear.

“Rumour confirmed. Now who do you think looks the best in the new home kit?” Jen said smirking, motioning towards her chest as she was wearing the said kit.

“I think it really suits me im not gonna lie…..” you grinned “But best might have to be Jen Beattie” you shrugged, you high-fived her before you noticed a blonde with her arms folded glaring at both of you.

“I didn’t see you come through the door” you smiled at Leah, patting the spot next to you so she could sit.

“Jen best dressed in home kit?” She questioned towards the camera.

“Yes-“ Jen said proudly

“No! It’s a tie!” You grinned

“Mm sure” Leah said

“Ok one final question and Leah you can answer this too. Any pre game traditions you have together? Like as a couple?”

“Well Leah Can’t cook so I end up cooking pasta. I feel like when you ask a footballer their night-before meal they all say this. But it’s seriously you know, good carbs for the following game day” you said into your microphone to Jen and the Camera

“I can cook some things” Leah said

“Let’s be real here Leah, I don’t even live with you and I know this” Jen laughed, making Leah pout cutely at the camera

“You make great weetabix darling” you said rubbing her shoulder in sympathy causing her to upside-down smile at you.

“And there you have it let’s find our next guest” Jen’s voice trailed off, leaving the couch as the camera man followed her and the mic.

Leah pulled you into her embrace on the couch, you now completely collapsed on top of her. “I’m already tired” your girlfriend huffed below you.

“let’s get you a coffee I was about to get one” you said getting up to head towards the snack table containing a coffee machine just to your luck.

“Yuck no thanks” said the non-coffee drinker.

———————

“Hi im Y/n y/l/n”

“And I am Leah Williamson”

“This is Arsenal’s Name Three game, where we are going to be asked to name three of a category or something like that in under 5 seconds” you shrugged smiling wide

“Here we go” Leah said rubbing her palms together

“Name Three dog breeds. Go” you asked with cardboard game cards in your hand

“Ok um Husky, Border Collie and erm Labrador” she smiled proud of getting it right in 4 seconds.

“Nice work” you smiled, adjusting your position on your seat as Leah read her card.

“Name three Arsenal men’s players from the 2021/2022 season!”

“Um Martinelli, Tomiyaso, Saka!” You clapped after quickly finishing “did I have to say full names?” You asked the people behind the camera who shook their heads.

“Dang that was quick good job sweets. Okay my turn now I’m gonna beat your time” Leah said.

“Oh god good luck. Three countries that speak Spanish off you go” you read as her 5 seconds started

“Shit um Spain, El Salvador and”

“1..” you counted down

“Mexico” she smiled proudly finishing her answer in less than a second. “That was an easier question than you think”

“I’m shit at Geography” you shrugged to the camera

“Ok y/l/n your second is name three shades of red” she smiled reading, knowing you most likely wouldn’t get this.

“Is red one-“ you questioned

“Time starts go!”

“I don’t know any! Um plain red and… oh pink is one right” you exclaimed

“Bowbow! Times up. And I don’t think Plain red counts, nor pink” she laughed

“Surely” you mumbled crossing you arms. The camera started recording as you were given the next card. “For your final question Leah, three fake blondes on the Arsenal team” you giggled reading out your card.

“Oh my god that’s funny um shit Beth, Laura and also oh wait no she’s not…and Chloe!”

“Time! You didn’t get the last one in time!” You argued

“I so did!” She exclaimed

“Nope”

“I did but whatever then you just cannot handle losing” she said, receiving a glare from you. “Ok for the final question of today for lucky y/n here. Name three country songs starting with L”

“What! Not fair”

“Ready?”

“Absolutely not!

“Okay three two one start!” She exclaimed, studying your face as your face scrunched up in thought.

“Love you anyway Luke combs, lovin on you and like a wrecking ball by Eric Church” you yelled jumping up as you got them “yes! Got em!” You yelled excitedly you and Leah both laughed as you settled behind Leah’s back arms around her neck in a hug, with Leah bringing her hands up to your arms as you recorded the outro.

“I think we have a clear winner-“

“It was a tie missy” you said slightly whacking her head. “Anyways tune into our sold out game this weekend against Manchester United at Arsenal.com and Sky News sports. Check out our socials for further details” you smiled.

“See you next time” Leah giggled with her thumbs up, slightly cringing at it.

“Thanks ladies was brilliant” said one of the girls behind the camera, letting you now go back to where the rest of the girls were.

——————

Media days isn’t just snapping a few cute pics and playing a fun game. It was a little bit more effort and just loads of hours and hours of sitting and waiting to be called up to take pictures or film something for social media.

“What does selling out the emirates mean to me? Um it just feels surreal. As a child I remember coming to the emirates to watch Chelsea and Arsenal play, as a child when your in places like that with just tens of thousands of people it doesn’t feel real and it’s just so overwhelming. All of those people there to watch one game of silly football I would think” you laughed “but just wow 60,000 what a number I guess and it will never hit me that me and the girls have achieved this, if you told me this was happening 12 months ago I would have probably laughed. Especially telling little me sitting there at a sold out emirates in 2005, that I would be on that pitch with the same scenario just blows my mind” you smiled as you put down the phone you were asked to share your thoughts on the sold out game on.

“Sorry that was a bit of a ramble there” you said shyly, handing the phone back to the media manager.

“Absolutely not. That was so good thanks for doing that” she smiled at you before you went back to where you could see Lia, Leah and Kim all sitting down on the fake grass inside.

“Hello kimmy” you said resting your chin on her shoulder, before your eyes fell on a fast asleep Leah laying on Lia’s leg, phone in hand but dead asleep”

“Oh hello” Kim laughed hugging you back “this one was a bit tired” she pointed to your girlfriend

“Yeah she didn’t get the best sleep” you sighed going to sit next to Leah passed out on the floor.

Lia and Kim both scrunching up their faces in disgust at your response. “ no no not like that freaks. She was up playing piano again” you defended, groaning at the last part.

“Poor you. When you were away and she asked me to come over while she practised, she was up for hours” Lia laughed.

“Every night when I’ll tell her I’m going to bed, usually that implies she will too and she hops up and follows me. But lately she just says ‘night!’ and stays up playing for hours” you said, Kim smiling in amusement at the sleepy girl, before a strong Irish voice was heard.

“Here’s the sleepy girl!” Katie shoved the camera at Leah’s sleepy state passed out next to you. “And the wag!” she said now putting the camera in your face, you following your eyes at her continuous joke.

You were injured for one of your England games and were in the stands without being on the pitch with the English girls, an article released from the game called you ‘Leah’s Wag’, Katie found it hilarious and now called you ‘wag’ a lot.

“Is that Leah’s camera” you smiled up at the brunette, camera still in your face.

“You know it chick” Katie said “give me an update on what’s happening!” She said motioning for you to talk to her ‘vlog’

“Umm im ready to be told i can go home” you said sweetly, genuinely waiting to get told by the staff all was good and we could leave.

“Same here” Katie grinned wide panning the camera to her face. “Ooh!” Katie said skipping off with the camera after she found Jen making a TikTok with Beth.

Now you and Leah were left together laying on the ground, her still asleep, you thought, as her arms reached out in a stretch. “Hi baby” you said sweetly kissing her check, then her nose, then her lips.

“How long did I sleep for” she asked looking around slightly.

“No idea. Not too long I don’t think”

“Sorry about that” she said snuggling into your legs

“Don’t apologise. We should be able to leave soon. Actually I’m just gonna ask. I can’t wait any longer seriously” you said before getting up to find one of the media girls Ryhanna who was sitting down editing something on a computer. She said it was supposed to finish at 2, but we should be find to leave now.

“I’ll check hang on” she said getting up to ask someone

“Thank you” you said gratefully before walking over to the small drinking tap, filling up your water bottle which was next to it so you could give some to Leah.

“Yep you and Leah are all good to go!” She yelled from a bit away “see you guys tomorrow”

“Thank you so much. See you then!” You said, now happily skipping back. “We can go now!” You hummed, reaching your hands out to Leah so you can pull her up.

She smiled contently and happily letting you pull her up from the ground. You hugged some of the girls goodbye, who were now curious and jealous as to when they could leave.

“After you” Leah said holding the door open which led to the parking lot out the front. You gave her a sweet look and reached for her hand as you walked to the car together.

“Let’s get some sleep” she said leaning on your shoulder as you walked.

“It’s barely five” you laughed at your tired girlfriend. “It’s all that piano practise you stay up to do”

“Yeah yeah” she said walking to the drivers seat

“No missy your gonna fall asleep on the road let me drive. You took her hand in yours, pulling her away from the handle and also grabbing the keys from her hand.

“Off you go my passenger princess” you tapped her butt to shoo her away to the passenger seat

“No you’re my passenger princess” she said with warm cheeks when you both buckled your seat belts. Your reached for her hand once you made it onto the main road, interlocking fingers as you gently kissed hers.

“Smile your on camera” she exclaimed as you slowly turned your head to her and the camera, your girlfriend filming the entire sweet moment, lightly pulling your tongue out at it before facing back at the road in front of you, pecking all of her fingers again as she giggled like a small girl next to you.

[menagerofmischief]

Hi, I love that you're also doing this !!

for my dinner order Served by Carlos Sainz can I please get Charcuterie board as a starter with a hot appetizer

For main : Buffalo wings, Sushi and Cheese fries

For drinks: Iced tea (receiving), Mint tea and vodka Redbull With dessert of course, thank you

Ps. My favorite tracks are Monza and Singapore 😉

Dia's Diner Menu

charcuterie board dating hot appetizer sweet sex buffalo wings "Count them for me" sushi "Better quiet down you don't want them to hear us" cheese fries "I love making you squirt" ice tea oral mint tea body worship vodka redbull squirting dessert aftercare + pizza "My good girl"

TW: oral sex, fingering, semi-public sex (driver's room), squirting, PiV, unprotected sex

WC: 1.7k

“You did good today,” I said, my lips stretching into a smile as Carlos wrapped his arms around me. 

Today was Saturday, which meant quali and Carlos Sainz, my beloved boyfriend, got P2. With the car he was driving that’s the equivalent of pole position. 

“Thank you, carino.” Carlos said, resting his chin on the top of my head as he wrapped his arms around me just a bit tighter.

I giggled, trying to push away from him only to be met with failure. “Carlos,” I whined, attempting to put some space between us. “You’re all sweaty!”

He laughed, releasing me from his hold and taking a step back. “Better now?” He asked and I nodded. Carlos slipped his hand into mine and intertwined our fingers, and then with a gentle but still firm hold started leading me towards his driver’s room. “Come on,” was all he said.

The tone of his voice left no room for argument and I knew where this was heading and it was going to finish up. Every good race and quali ended the same way. First with my legs thrown over his shoulder while he ate me out like I was his last meal and then with him buried deep inside of me, fucking me desperately and passionately, like the world depended on it.

As soon as we’re inside of his driver’s room he lets go of my hands and closes the door. I hear a click, letting me know the door is locked and then Carlos turns back around to face me.

His pupils are blown wide, his eyes slightly narrowed and darkened with desire. He crosses his arms and looks me up and down. His eyes sliding from my legs up to my head and then back down to my legs, his gaze intense enough to make goosebumps rise on my skin.

“Strip,” Carlos commanded, his voice rough and the intensity of his gaze making me hot all over.

I hesitated only for a second before I began removing my clothes, peeling item after item away from my body, fumbling with buttons until I opened them all. I stood in my underwear, a red set Carlos had bought me the last time we went shopping, and looked at him.

Carlos only raised a brow in response, silently commanding me to keep going and take my underwear off as well. “I said strip, didn’t I?”

“Yes,” I confirmed, my voice barely above a whisper. First I took off my bra, reaching my hands and unclasping it before letting it fall down onto the floor where the rest of my clothes were. Then I hooked my fingers under the waistband of my pantied and pulled them off, my cheeks burning when I noticed the huge wet patch on them.

Carlos hummed, I didn’t even notice he approached me until his hand wrapped around my wrist when I went to drop my panties to the ground. His thumb rubbed over my skin before he grabbed the material, bunching up the panties tightly in his hand, he gave me a smirk before making one step towards his jacket, hanging on a chair and putting my panties inside of his pocket.

“I’ll be keeping those,” he said in a matter of fact voice. He took slow, determined steps towards me and with each of his I took one step backwards until my legs hit the couch.

Carlos towered over me, looking at me the way a predator looks at its prey before sinking its teeth into it, and smirked. He brought his hands up and placed them on my shoulders, giving me a moment of comfort before pe gently pushed me onto the couch. 

He climbed over me and placed a few kisses on my collarbones and between my breasts before moving down so was eye level with my pussy. His hand gripped my thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circled into my skin. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me, carino?” He purred, his voice like velvet of my skin, his breath warm.

“Yes, Carlos, I’ll be good.”

He hummed, dipping his head down and placing a kiss onto my clit, gone as soon as it started, making me whine and buck my hips trying to chase any kind of friction. “Yeah, you’re gonna be a good girl and let me do with you as I please. I think,” he stopped for a second, deciding the rest of his sentence. “I’ll make you cum for me three times. Think you can do that?”

I nodded in agreement instantly. “I can do that!”

He smiled, dipping his head down, tongue darting out and licking from my opening to my clit before his lips left my core, again. “Good,” he growled. “I want you to count how many times I make you cum. How many orgasms you are about to have - I want you to count them for me.”

I barely had time to nod before his lips wrapped around my clit, giving it a long suck before his tongue flicked it, making me moan. Carlos pulled himself away just a bit and looked up at me, “The walls are thin, you know? And the garage is full of employees. You better be quiet, you don’t want them to hear us, do you?”

“No,” I whisper but it comes out more like a broken whine. However it’s enough for Carlos before he returns his lips to my cunt.

He concentrates his lips on my clit, sucking and licking like a starved man and it’s not long until I feel my orgasm approaching. “Gonna cum, Carlos, fuck! So good!” I moan, my hands grabbing his head and fingers tangling in his hair as I attempt to push his face further into my cunt.

I felt his tongue flick my clit one more time before I was cuming with a moan, my legs squeezing around his head so hard I was afraid I was going to suffocate him. 

I was breathless, my chest raising and falling with each shallow breath I took, my body burning. “One,” I said, my voice cracking. “That was one.”

Carlos turned his head to the side and pressed a kiss to my thigh. “There we go,” he said, his lips brushing against my skin with every word he spoke. “That’s my good girl.”

I felt blood rush to my cheeks at his praise and Carlos chuckled when he saw me blushing. One of his hands gently stroked my waist, his eyes locked onto mine. “Good to keep going, carino?”

“Please,” I said, almost embarrassingly fast, nodding my head along.

Carlos smirked, moving his hands instantly. His lips wrapped around my clit again, making me whine from how sensitive I was from my last orgasm. A moment later I felt his fingers circling around my entrance, making me moan.

His fingers easily sink into me, all the way to the knuckles and he wastes no time to begin thrusting them inside me. I’d be embarrassed from the squelch my wetness makes while he fucks me with his fingers but with how good I am feeling, I can’t bring myself to care.

His fingers hit my G-spot every time and he sucked harder on my clit. I felt my orgasm fast approaching and before I could open my mouth to say something I felt myself tip over the edge.

This time felt different than the previous and I realized why when I heard Carlos groan and looked down to see myself squirting. The drops of my pleasure all over his face and soaking up his fireproofs.

“Fuck,” I whispered, feeling like my body was vibrating with pleasure. “Two.”

Carlos pulled away, locking his eyes with mine and brought his fingers up to his lips, licking them clean. “I love making you squirt, carino.” He said, his voice rough. “It’s my favorite thing actually.”

“Carlos, please!” I whined, reaching my hands towards him and grabbing his shoulder. “Need you to fuck me. Need to fill you in me.”

“Is that right?” He growled, already undressing himself from his racing suit. “My pretty girl needs me to fill her up?”

Carlos settled over me on the couch, leaning down to kiss me, pushing his tongue into my mouth and making me taste myself. In the meantime he ran his cock through my folds, covering himself with my wetness before sliding into me.

He filled me up in one thrust, burying himself to the hilt and making me moan into his mouth. His thrusts were slow, deep and passionate. This time he wasn’t fucking me, he was making love.

His hands ran all over my body, fingertips ghosting over my skin before one of his hands grabbed my tits. “You’re so pretty, carino.” He said, his lips brushing against mine. “The prettiest woman - and all mine.”

“Yes Carlos, yours! All yours.”

I could tell he was close from the way he twitched inside of me. He snuck his hand down, his fingers playing with my oversensitive clit and I was cumming around him. Just moments after Carlos stilled, releasing himself inside of me and filling me with his cum.

He waited a moment for me to catch my breath and then slowly pulled out his softening dick. He got up and went to the bathroom to grab a towel before coming back and cleaning me up. 

He kissed my forehead, moving a strand of hair from my face. “You did so well, carino.” He said, his voice holding a gentle tone. I felt his arms wrap around me and then next thing I knew he pulled me up into his arms and started carrying me to the bathroom.

“We’re gonna take a shower now,” he said, his thumb rubbing against my skin. “And then we’ll get dressed and go out for ice cream before going back to the hotel. How does that sound?”

Carlos put me on my feet in the shower and turned the water on. “Amazing,” I hummed in content, feeling his hands gliding over my body as he started soaping me up. “It sound amazing.”

[piggyinthesea]

Shoelace Theory

would they tie your shoelaces?

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ғᴏʀᴍᴜʟᴀ ᴏɴᴇ ɢʀɪᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ: ᴏsᴄᴀʀ ᴘɪᴀsᴛʀɪ, ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟ ʀɪᴄᴄɪᴀʀᴅᴏ, ᴄᴀʀʟᴏs sᴀɪɴᴢ, ᴍᴀx ᴠᴇʀsᴛᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ, ᴄʜᴀʀʟᴇs ʟᴇᴄʟᴇʀᴄ, ʟᴇᴡɪs ʜᴀᴍɪʟᴛᴏɴ, ʟᴀɴᴅᴏ ɴᴏʀɪss, ɢᴇᴏʀɢᴇ ʀᴜssᴇʟʟ, ᴘɪᴇʀʀᴇ ɢᴀsʟʏ, ʏᴜᴋɪ ᴛsᴜɴᴏᴅᴀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ᴊᴜsᴛ ғʟᴜғғ, sʟɪɢʜᴛ ʀᴜᴅᴇɴᴇss

inspired by orange peel theory

✿

Oscar Piastri:

What? No. You could tie your own shoes. He’s not gonna stop what he’s doing to kneel down and tie your shoes.

“But why?!” You groan, following him around the paddock with your shoes untied. Almost suddenly, you trip. If it wasn’t for Oscar swiftly catching you, you would’ve ate shit.

He begrudgingly kneels down, tying your shoes. “Next time, I won’t tie your shoelaces.”

It was a lie. He did tie your shoelaces the next time.

Daniel Ricciardo:

He’s in the middle of entering his racing car when you ask him does. He looks at you puzzled but then quickly kneels down and ties them. It didn’t surprise you though, his kids must ask him all the time.

You wished him good luck before being ushered out of the garage. After the race, he comes to you with his shoes untied.

“Can you tie them for me?”

Will be salty if you don’t tie them for him

Carlos Sainz:

You asked him in the post-interviews, shamelessly interrupting. He stammers, “Could you excuse me one moment?”. At first you thought he was asking you to excuse him, until he quickly kneels down and ties your shoelaces, giving a small smile as he looks up at you.

He gets back up, mindlessly running his hand through his hair.

“What’d you think of the race?”, Carlos asks you.

“Great results! Proud of you.” You quip, raising your hands and offering a high five in which he quickly reciprocates. He watches you walk away, until he’s knocked out of his trance by the interviewer he had forgotten was still standing in front of him.

Safe to say Carlos is not so great at hiding his little crush on you.

Max Verstappen:

You catch him lacking in the Red Bull garage, and his face falls as soon as he sees you. You were the grid’s prankster and your go-to victim was always Max.

“Leave me alone, please!” He feigns fear, holding his hands up while guarding his face. He flinches when you’re in front of him, leaving you with guilt for all those pranks you’ve played on max. You had the poor boy traumatized.

“Tie my shoestrings, pretty please!” Your words came out innocent. Max looked at you as if you had grown two heads.

Suddenly he stands up, raising a fist towards you, “Get out of here!”. Of course he wasn’t actually going to punch you, he was just pranking you back.

You clench a paper-ball in your back pocket. You slowly pull it out, and instantly throw it at him. You make a run for the door, and frantically start screaming “Help!” as you hear a pair of monster feet stomping behind you.

Charles Leclerc:

He had always been nice to you. Your conversations with him had always been friendly and extremely normal. So of course, when you asked he did it. No questions asked.

The two of you continue your conversation and end up splitting ways shortly after. A few days later, he came to you with a box of converse shoes, in your size.

“So you don’t have to ask people to constantly tie your shoes.” Charles stands by as he watches you open the box, a cute smile placed on his face. He had bought you strap on shoes. He genuinely thought you didn’t know how to tie your shoes.

You did develop a little crush on him because of this.

Lewis Hamilton:

No. He avoids you at all costs. Word had gotten around on the grid about you and your shoelaces. He refused to take part of this tomfoolery and when you asked him all he did was look straight in your eyes.

He stared at you silently. A few moments pass, and suddenly he books it and runs out of the Mercedes garage and leaves you there.

That man runs INCREDIBLY fast.

Lando Noriss:

He was waiting for you to ask him and nearly sheds a tear when you do. This boy feels incredibly honored tying your shoes.

“Why yes, Madam, I will tie your shoes.”

He definitely feels included and takes it as some sort of badge of honor being included in your pranks. He goes around telling everyone about how you asked him to tie your shoes but then he finds out how many people have already tied your shoes. He was under the impression it was only Max and Oscar who had tied your shoes already but when he found out Lewis, Carlos, Charles, and Daniel had already tied your shoes before him, he felt BETRAYED.

This man ignores you for three whole days because of how late he was included. You make it up for him by doing the one thing he loved, including him in pranks. He takes it extremely well when you surprise him by shoving a face in his cake randomly and sprinting away. He laughs and begins speaking terms with you again.

George Russell:

George Russell noticed your shoes. They weren’t regular ones, these were the strap on converse Charles had gotten you. It’s funny really, because somehow they still ended up unstrapped. How was that even possible? Wasn’t the strap made of Velcro or something?

Though there’s no possible way you could hurt yourself by having unstrapped shoes. He watches you for 10 minutes, engaging in conversations with Charles. He hyperfixates on that unstrapped shoe like it’s the end of the world. It irks him to no end.

Maybe it was an ocd thing, but he completely stops the conversation you and Charles had, to stick your strap onto the sticky part of the velcro.

“Your shoe wasn’t strapped.”

Pierre Gasly:

You CAN’T find him. It’s like he completely disappeared from the face of the world, and it sucks because this time you wore your regular laced shoes for the purpose of getting him to tie them.

I mean, he had to turn up at some point, for racing season. The day you finally saw him was during qualifying. Pierre was being interviewed and you took this as your opportunity to sneak up on him.

“Pierre, can you tie-”

“No. So anyways-”

Pierre completely shuts you down, and engages in the interviewers conversation. The interviewer gave you an awkward side-eye, luckily, Max overheard him and quickly runs to the rescue as your partner in crime.

He grabs a firm grip on Pierre’s neck from behind, “Mate, you’re gonna have to tie her shoes.” He adds slight pressure, enough for Pierre to oblige, but not enough to catch a case or a fine from the FIA.

Pierre kneels down with Max’s hand still on his neck and obediently ties your shoestrings. Max lets go of his hold on Pierre once he ties them, and gives you a high five ‘mission accomplished’ style.

Yuki Tsunoda:

Nope. Not unless you tie his shoes. He hears none of your complains and refuses to tie your shoes unless he gets something in return. Honestly, give him a piece of candy and he’ll do it. Unfortunately, you’re too stubborn.

Why won’t he just tie your shoes? Totally not cool. What if you trip, hit your head, and end up in a coma for ten years? It would be entirely his fault.

You fill his mind with all these over exaggerated ways on how you could die by not having him tie your shoelaces. It doesn’t work on him and so you leave him be & angrily huff out the room. He finds himself rethinking all the ways you’ve stated you could have possible died. It’s kind of realistic falling and hitting your head ultimately ending with you in a coma. He begins to spiral and before he knows it his anxiety has taken over his mind. He sets out to look for you, walking into various empty rooms and starts searching even more frantically.

What if you’re already on the floor unconscious??

He whips open the ferrari’s garage door and finds you talking to one of the mechanic’s you made friends with. He looks down at your shoelaces, still untied. He rushes over, double knotting your laces and letting out a sigh of relief before leaving you confused.

[onlyangel4]

life of pain. LL30. final part. smau + written.

liam lawson x chronically ill reader

reader has dealt with pain for as long as she can remember but what she did not respect was for her pain to be the reason she met her soulmate.

author's note: i shall be writing this from experience so reader suffers from elher's danlos syndrome, chronic pain syndrome and chronic fatigue syndrome. but if you have a different chronic illness please do imagine it as that

faceclaim: kristine froseth

part one

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sleeping most of the day helped you greatly, you were able to get all that rest that you truly desired and your joints ached a lot less when you woke up from your second nap of the day. you flicked your phone all and checked the time. shit, liam was going to be at your hotel within an hour.

you reluctantly peeled the bedsheets back and climbed out of the warm abyss and began digging through your suitcase but nothing seemed good enough. you were about to have a racing driver in your room, you needed to look good, but you had never been really good at this shit. so you quickly grabbed your phone a face timed your best friend.

to say that she was shocked to find out you were going to be hanging out with one of the drivers was a little bit of an understatement "holy fucking shit y/n, how do you always get yourself in these situations", you just laughed her off and you guys go to work on picking an outfit that screamed casual, i did not try too hard while also not looking lazy. and once you had finally done that and promised your best friend she was going to get the full run down on your time with liam you hung up and began cleaning the room ready for him to come over.

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written: today's fit

once your hotel room was finally to your liking you took a moment to breathe. it was difficult to wrap your head around what was about to happen. in mere moments a f1 driver was going to be in your hotel room to just hang.

growing up you watched f1 every race weekend with your father, it was one of the main things that you were able to bond on. you would set up the tv in your hospital room after surgeries just so you could watch it together but as you got older and moved out of your family home. you kind of just stopped watching. yes you kept up with the teams just so you could talk to your father about it on your weekly phone calls but you were no longer the little super fan that you had been.

being able to surprise your father with paddock tickets was a way for you to force yourself back into the world of formula one, you knew that after seeing a race in person you would be hooked for good, who knew that you were also going to get to spend some personal time with one of the drivers.

you had been so caught up in your thoughts that you had not heard the first knock at the door, but the second one pulled you from your whirlwind of thoughts, "coming", you called out taking one last look in the mirror before going to the door, a smile plastered on your lips.

as the door opened you were met with liam standing there, he had two bags in his arms and he returned your smile. "hey y/n", he spoke as he walked inside.

"so i brought you a burger and some fries, i hope you like it", he spoke and you smiled at his thoughtfulness

"you already know me too well mister lawson", you teased playfully as he handed you the bag of food.

liam explained that he was on his race weekend meal plan so he was unable to partake in the fast food and instead pulled out a carefully curated meal that had been made for him. you both took a seat on the floor of your hotel room and just ate and spoke. it was really nice, liam was refreshing. yes he talked about racing and his life but he was more interested in wanting to get to know about you and what your life was like. as you spoke about your family and friends, you caught liam looking at you like you were the only person in the world. it was enough to make your heart jump in your chest and cause you to stumble over a few of your words but you powered on.

it unsurprising that you and liam both caught up in each other's company it was only when liam's watch buzzed to alert him that he had a meeting in fifteen minutes that you realised you had been sat yapping for over an hour.

"you have no idea how much i want to skip this meeting right now, but i think i'll lose my seat", liam spoke making you laugh as you stood up to walk to the door.

"it was lovely talking to you y/n, i'm glad you are feeling a bit better. i for one am really looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.", he spoke softly, "and maybe carry on seeing you after the race", he spoke carefully as if he was testing the water between you.

your cheeks flushed softly at the thought of continuing seeing him after this whirlwind of a weekend, "I would like that liam", you spoke softly.

that was when liam reached down and took the unbranded baseball cap off your head putting it on the ground, he removed the rb hat from his head and gently placed it on your head, "much better", he whispered lowly before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. one that you quickly reciprocated. it was gentle and loving as if you had forever.

"goodnight liam", you whispered softly when he pulled away.

"goodnight darling", he spoke before making his way down the hall leaving you to shut the door behind him smiling like the cheshire cat.

y/ninsta posted a story tagging liamlawson

written: someone hustled us garage tickets

y/ninsta posted a story

written: all celebrations in the rb garage DOUBLE POINTS BABY!!

liamlawson

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liamlawson: finally relaxing after a whirlwind of a season

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user1: A SOFT LAUNCH

alexalbon: does the baby finally have a girlfriend

liamlawson: finally

user2: really was not expecting a soft launch from liam, he has not be pictured with any girls at all

oscarpiastri: idc about you, what is the dog called

liamlawson: glad you have your priorities straight mate that is marshmallow

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y/ninsta: life lately

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y/bff: a man???!!1

y/ninsta: babe you have met my man let's not act surprised

friend1: pretty girlll

liamlawson: the prettiest

user3: i was stalking to try and find liam's new girlfriend and i swear i saw him comment here

y/ninsta: who is liam, i don't know anyone called liam

liamlawson posted a story

written: as someone who loves somebody that has a chronic illness i wanted to highlight chronic illness visibility day. people living with these conditions are warriors and we as a society need to treat them as such, please just be empathetic to the strong people in your life that suffer every single day.

liamlawson

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liamlawson: obsessed with you

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y/ninsta: i am so in love with you

liamlawson: i love you more pretty girl

user4: not liam hard launching on a random wednesday

user5: i just stalked her and she has the same medical condition as me, i feel so seen

user6: she seems so down to earth and normal, i love her already

alexalbon: so does this mean i can meet marshmallow this season

liamlawson: yes, yes it does

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[girl-next-door-writes]

Defrosted

Characters: Mycroft Holmes x reader

Summary: After a grueling day, you return home, weary and stressed. But behind closed doors, the icy, calculating Mycroft Holmes melts for you alone, showing a rare tenderness.

Word Count: 1291 words

A/N: This is a mixture of requests from @anonymousmarvelfan, @howaboutlunch, @savvy-devine666, @but-hey-could-be-satan. It’s been sitting in my WIP file for a while, so I hope the final version is what you were hoping for.

The London air bit sharply through the autumn night as you pushed the door open, peeling off your damp coat with a sigh that held the weight of the day’s troubles. Exhaustion clung to you like a heavy cloak, your thoughts dulled by the long hours of tense meetings and endless paperwork. A familiar chill hung in the air, reminding you of the looming winter and the comfort of the warmth inside your home.

And then there was Mycroft.

You found him in the sitting room, seated in his usual armchair by the fire, a thick book in his hands and his brow knitted in concentration. The firelight danced over his angular features, casting shadows that softened the harsh lines of his face. He glanced up at the sound of your entrance, his expression still the practiced neutrality he wore like armor, yet there was a flicker of something warmer in his gaze.

"My dear," he greeted, voice smooth and unperturbed. “You’re home late.”

The corners of your lips lifted into a weary smile as you approached him, sinking into the sofa opposite his chair. “Yes, well, not everyone can be as fortunate as the British government’s top strategist. Some of us still have to suffer through rush-hour traffic and unreasonable supervisors.”

A small, wry smile tugged at his lips. "Indeed. I suppose not everyone can delegate quite so effectively." He closed his book with a quiet thud, setting it aside on the mahogany side table. “You look exhausted.”

You gave a noncommittal hum, your body sagging against the cushions. “That’s one way to put it. It’s just been… one of those days.”

He rose to his feet with the kind of languid grace that spoke of countless years perfecting even the smallest of movements, as if the very act of standing could be an art form. His gaze swept over you, and in the quiet moments that followed, the transformation began—the slow thawing of the ice around him.

"Wait here," he instructed softly, before disappearing down the hallway.

When he returned, he was carrying a pair of fluffy slippers, the ones you kept tucked away at the back of the closet. He knelt before you, an unexpected gesture that pulled you from your fatigue-induced haze, and with the same careful precision he applied to everything else in life, he slipped them onto your feet. His fingers brushed against your skin, and you could swear you felt the faintest spark of warmth where they touched.

"Come," he said, standing again and extending a hand towards you. "Dinner is nearly ready."

You allowed him to lead you into the dining room, where the rich aroma of a simmering meal filled the air, the scent of garlic, rosemary, and roasted vegetables weaving together in an enticing blend. On the table sat two place settings, a bottle of your favorite wine, and a dish covered to keep the heat trapped inside. It was a sight that instantly made the day’s stress seem like a distant memory.

"You cooked?" you asked, incredulous as you took in the scene.

"I’m fully capable of following basic culinary instructions," he replied dryly, though there was a trace of amusement in his eyes. "Now sit, and allow me the rare pleasure of serving you."

The meal was simple but delicious—a roasted chicken, golden potatoes, and seasoned vegetables, paired perfectly with the deep, velvety wine. Mycroft poured your glass first, as he always did, with the kind of etiquette that had become second nature to him.

As you ate, the tension slowly ebbed from your muscles, replaced by a gentle warmth that spread through you, not just from the meal or the fire, but from the quiet intimacy of sharing this moment. Mycroft, usually terse and preoccupied, allowed himself to relax, his features softening as he listened to your accounts of the day. He commented occasionally, offering wry observations that made you laugh and rolled his eyes at the absurdity of office politics.

When you had finished, he was already ahead of you, standing to clear the dishes before you could insist on doing it yourself. "None of that, now," he chided. "You are under strict orders to relax."

As he moved about the kitchen, he carried himself with the same air of precision, each step purposeful, each motion refined. You observed him as he worked, feeling the familiar flutter in your chest. It wasn’t often that you were graced with this side of Mycroft Holmes—the attentive partner who pampered and doted, albeit in his own way. It was a side that the rest of the world would never see. To them, he was the British government, a man of intellect and authority wrapped in a cold, imposing exterior. But to you, he was something more—someone who had learned to defrost in the presence of love.

When he returned, his sleeves rolled up and his usual sternness tempered by the gentleness in his gaze, he reached for your hand. "Come," he said, his voice softening. "There’s something else I’d like to show you."

He led you to the bathroom, where a bath had already been drawn, the surface of the water shimmering with fragrant oils and surrounded by the glow of a dozen flickering candles. The warmth of the room wrapped around you like a blanket, chasing away the last remnants of the chill that had clung to you all day.

Mycroft’s hands moved to remove your clothing with a practiced ease that spoke of the years you had shared together. “You’ve earned this,” he murmured against your ear, his breath warm on your skin. "Now, enjoy it."

Once you were immersed in the bath, the heat soaking into your tired muscles, he did not leave as you expected. Instead, he took a seat on the nearby stool, his long fingers deftly massaging your temples, trailing down the back of your neck, tracing a line of warmth along your spine. It was a kind of care you knew he would never show to anyone else, a private language spoken only in the sanctuary of your shared life.

For a man so famously detached, his touch held a surprising amount of tenderness. It was as though the very act of tending to you brought him some unspoken peace, a quiet satisfaction that no position or title could grant him.

"Mycroft," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "Thank you. For everything."

His hand stilled, and for a moment, you wondered if you had broken some unspoken rule by being so candid. But then he leaned forward, his lips pressing a chaste kiss to your damp forehead. "You’re welcome, my dear," he replied, his voice a low murmur. "Though, as you well know, I do not do these things out of some obligation. I do them because…" He trailed off, and there was a pause before he continued. "Because love, real love, is seeing all the flaws, the scars, the weariness—and choosing to stay. Something I know you do each and every day.”

You gazed up at him, and in his pale eyes, you saw the quiet promise of a man who had found his heart’s refuge in you. It wasn’t a grand declaration or an ostentatious display of affection—it was something far more enduring. It was the gentle unraveling of the formidable man before you, a defrosting that came not with time, but with trust.

As the water cooled and the candles burned low, you knew that no matter how many long days or bitter nights lay ahead, there would always be this—this shared sanctuary where the warmth of Mycroft’s quiet love would be enough to melt away the chill of the world outside.