#yes… i drew him shirtless. why

[mikatoonist]

‘merry christmas ya filthy animal,’

a christmas ted for a disventure camp season 4 collab on insta!

hope everyone has a great holiday 🎁🥳

[raetreaderarts]

So uh. I watched ManlyBadassHero play My Friendly Neighborhood and I wanted to draw my take on what I thought Gordon looked like while I was watching it. He may or may not be specifically designed to tailor to my taste in men but ANYWAYS-

and yes I know in the concept art he has a mustache but SHHHHHSHSHHSHSHSSHS it’s called taking creative liberties I think it’s been a minute since I’ve been in high school idk

[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Dancing in the Courthouse

♥ masterlist | request rules | part of my 1k event

♥ pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

♥ synopsis: In 2021 you and oscar decided to elope due to your unpredictable schedules. now that you have more stability in your life, you were able to throw a dream wedding with the man you loved most in the world.

♥ smau + written - as always none of the pictures are mine <3

♥ warnings: swearing !!!

♥ a/n: first fic apart of the 1k event!

-Paris, 2021-

The streets of Paris were bustling as you took a seat in your Uber. You could hear a Taylor Swift song playing faintly on the car's radio as you pulled out your phone.

You

hey osc I'm on my way back

Oscar checked the notification and panicked a little internally. He slipped the device back into his dress pants and shook his hands.

"Relax, tout ira bien," Estie assured Oscar. (translation: everything will be fine)

He sighed and turned towards the two French men, "Are you sure?"

All Pierre did was laugh.

"Call me when it's over," Pierre said with a smirk and guided Esteban out the door, into an elevator.

You were in France on a girls night out with your best friend Kika, whom you met through Formula 1. Little did the two of you know that Pierre and Esteban snuck over to your hotel room in order to help Oscar set up a surprise.

You tapped your keycard on your hotel door and called out your boyfriend's name. You set your purse down on a small marble table and kicked off your heels, making your way through the main room.

A small trail of pink rose petals guided you to the terrace causing your heartbeat to pick up.

Was this really happening?

You opened the glass doors to find more rose petals surrounding the floor and a very handsome Oscar. You strode over to him in complete shock until he grabbed your hands in his.

"Y/n you have been my best friend for as long as I can remember," he said as his thumb drew circles on one of your fingers. "You have stood by me since the beginning of my career and I could never imagine a life without you. I know we don't get to spend as much time together as we'd like to, but that is why I wanted to do this today."

He slowly got down on one knee in front of you and pulled out a black velvet box to reveal a silver ring.

"Will you marry me?"

You squatted down to his height and mumbled, "Is that even a question?"

You cupped his face in your hands and kissed him gently, "Yes of course I will."

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-July 4, 2024-

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ynln london girl

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user1 lmao the oscar picture creds

oscarpiastri I risked my life for that first pic

ynln @/oscarpiastri you were on another balcony?

user3 if anyone risked their life for that picture it's Alex

user2 speaking of alex she looks SO pretty there

carlossainz55 red nails for ferrari

ynln anything for you carlitos 😽

iamrebeccad so so true and real

user4 pretties

user9 lets all manifest an oscar win for this weekend

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ynpiastri oops I guess the cat is out of the bag huh! the rumors are in fact true, oscar and I are married. we have been trying to keep it a secret since our elope in 2021, but it seems as though I slipped up with a photo on my insta. at least it was the perfect timing for the reception we're throwing this summer 🥰

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nicolepiastri see you at the sequel wedding!!

ynpiastri <3

user1 ...sorry?

user8 PARDON

user12 THEY'RE ACTUALLY MARRIED

user2 POOKIE YOU CANT JUST POST A SHIRTLESS OSCAR LIKE THAT

user7 her username change I am so endeared

mclaren how many of you knew...

logansargeant I did

alexandrasaintmleux I did

charles_leclerc I did

landonorris I DIDNT?!?!

landonorris @/oscarpiastri how come charles knew before me

charles_leclerc @/landonorris he's my son???

iamrebeccad I'm so happy for you!

ynpiastri tysm becks 🥹🫶

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wagupdates the girlies pulling up to the belgian paddock

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user1 the color scheme 🛐

user2 PLS did they plan this for y/n’s wedding?

wagupdates @/user2 we think so!!

oscarpiastri I guess I need to step up my fashion game

charles_leclerc @/oscarpiastri I can help 😁

ynpiastri @/charles_leclerc no you cannot

user7 I love them

user4 they're GORGEOUS

francolapinto 😘

user8 ITS MR STEAL YOUR GIRL

user3 HAHAHA

user9 FRANCO Y/N IS MARRIED

charles_leclerc @/francocolapinto Te sugiero que elijas sabiamente tus próximas palabras (I suggest you choose your next words wisely)

francolapinto sorry sorry! its a joke its a joke 😅

user10 the threatening spanish 😭

carlossainz55 @/user10 I taught him that

fernandoalo_oficial @/carlossainz55 and I taught YOU that

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francisca.cgomes rich bitch energy

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user1 are you shopping for dresses

francisca.cgomes mayybbe

ynpiastri GORGEOUS

francisca.cgomes NO YOU 😚

aussiegrit @/nicolepiastri do i get to walk oscar down the aisle

nicolepiastri no 😐

charles_leclerc that’s right because i am

user2 the family seating is gonna go crazy lol

user5 so what’s the dog situation?

landonorris bark

ynpiastri @/landonorris NO 😭

user5 I MEANT LEO AND ROSCOE 💀

ynpiastri @/user5 leo we know is definitely going to be there! 🥰

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-Wedding Day-

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ynpiastri 💍

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danielricciardo 🥹

pierregasly vous êtes tous les deux magnifiques (you both look gorgeous)

user6 the fact that kika is her maid of honor

user7 IM NOT CRYING

user4 the venue is STUNNING

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There was a salty ocean breeze on a cliff-side of Monaco, the place you and Oscar picked for the wedding.

There were dozens of familiar faces along with beautiful greenery and pastel flowers decorating the space.

You were sat at your table with your husband Oscar as the toast’s began to start.

“Hi,” someone said into the mic with a smile. “I’m Kika.”

There were a few soft laughs from the crowd. She pulled a piece of paper out of her gold-colored dress.

“When I found out you eloped without me that day in Paris my first thought was ‘fuck you’.” she said causing some more chuckles to come from the guests.

“It was only because I wouldn’t get the chance to give you the speech I had planned—but here we are today and I’m so glad I finally get to say it. Over these past couple years you have been my best friend, in and outside the paddock. I have so much love for you and I couldn’t be happier for your relationship with Oscar.”

You got up from your seat and hugged her, eliciting a few ‘aws’ from the room.

Lando stood up next with the mic, “Oscar was the guy on the grid no one could shut the up about,” Lando spoke into the mic and everyone laughed. “I didn’t get it at first, but then I met him, and I got it. And I felt the same when I met Y/n. You two are lucky to have each other. Congrats, mate.”

He raised his glass of champagne causing everyone to clink their glasses and cheer.

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ynpiastri wifey

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user1 this is so cunty

wagupdates we heard that y/n’s heel broke and oscar had to carry her to the car (hence the last picture) 😭

user7 she is SO pretty

patriciooward great to see you again osc!

user6 I. LOVE. THEM.

user2 omg they’re so hot

user3 y/n’s outfits today >>>

lilymhe the reception was beautiful

ynpiastri <3

[jezebelblues]

I just started following you a while ago and I love your work so much, I was even considering restarting my blog to write!

I was wondering, can I request something about the reader being a college student? And maybe harry is taking a break from touring and writing music. He’d probably try to make jokes and distract her sometimes, but he’d also want her to teach him stuff and debrief after class. He might even get serious about her study sessions and be super quiet, but also bring her snacks here and there.

If you get to write this, thank you sm!! 😊

𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 | 𝐇.𝐒 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

summary: see request ^ basically that, but it’s a slight au because harry isn’t tooooo famous in this

| thank u anon <3 ur too sweet. i hope u got back into writing

cw: fem!reader, unedited. bf!harry, lhh

word count: approx 4.4k

| sorry this took so long to get to! i’ve been in a slump. i hope you don’t mind either that i made him more of an up-and-coming artist rather than the fame he has today :^) lhh just felt right for this too he’s so bf

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"you did what?" YN laughed, her fingers coated in the smooth, familiar feel of one of harry's leave-in conditioners as she worked it into his damp curls, gently coaxing through knots and tangles that told stories of long nights and late shows.

harry sat on on leg while the other hung lazily off her bed, shirtless, his skin glistening faintly under the dim dorm lights, still cool and damp from his shower. a well-worn towel hung low on his hips, clinging to him in soft folds, and he twisted the silver ring on his index finger, flashing that crooked, boyish grin that still managed to make her heart skip.

"yes—water," he said, a hint of pride in his voice as he looked up at her through dark lashes. "poured it right into the crowd. they went mental."

she chuckled, focusing on a particularly stubborn knot as his head tipped back, giving her a better angle. "do i even want to know why you did that?"

"beer," he replied simply, with a lazy shrug and a mischievous glint in his eye. he shifted, turning to face her fully, the mattress giving a soft creak under his weight as he adjusted. "they were flinging beer at me, so i figured it was fair game. bit of payback," he said with a smirk, his voice deepening in that low, conspiratorial way that she adored.

her lips tugged into a soft smile as she leaned in, her eyes tracing the ink on his skin, pausing over the small mermaid tail curling near his elbow. she felt the room go still for a beat, her fingers just barely grazing his tattooed arm. "tell me more?" she murmured, barely above a whisper.

but instead of answering, he caught her hand in his own, his thumb brushing over her knuckles as he brought her palm up, pressing it gently against the warm, bare skin just below his left breastbone. his expression softened, and his voice dipped, tender and a little unsteady. "was thinking–right here. your initial." his gaze searched hers, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes that made her heart skip, lingering between them in a way that left her breathless.

a small, breathy laugh escaped her as she drew her hand back, fingers trailing down his chest as she settled back on the bed, her heart fluttering with that same familiar warmth that only he could draw out of her. "about the show, styles," she chided, though her cheeks had warmed at the idea. it was all she could do to keep her voice steady, even as that look in his eyes held her captive, that glimmer of something deeper, something unspoken.

with a lazy grin, he slumped back on her bed, folding his arms behind his head as if he owned every inch of this tiny dorm room. he was still her harry—the one who'd lean against her door at ungodly hours after a gig, smelling faintly of stale smoke and beer, his voice barely a murmur as he recounted the night's little victories and mishaps. but there was something else in his eyes tonight, an edge softened by the dim light, his hand inching toward hers, fingers grazing against hers.

he gave her a dramatic sigh, pretending to be exasperated, but she could see the way his eyes lit up, the pride he tried to hide. "alright, picture this—tiny, cramped stage, lights barely working, and a crowd that's already three drinks too deep."

she chuckled, already seeing it. "sounds like your crowd."

"my exact type.” he hummed, eyes glimmering. "i was halfway through kiwi when this guy in the front row starts singing louder than me. like, absolutely shouting every word—more like repeating guess, i don’t think he knew the lyrics—didn't care if he was off-key or not."

"oh no," she gasped, theatrics, biting back a grin. "how did you handle that?"

"well, first i tried to ignore him. y'know, be professional and all." he raised his chin, like he was already picturing himself on a real stage. "but then he threw his beer in the air, and half of it hit me, so i thought, why not join him?"

she felt the words settle over her, a quiet intimacy that wrapped around them, thick and warm. she let herself lean into him, their knees brushing, her hand finding his and lacing their fingers together. here, in this cocoon of her dimly lit dorm room, the outside world faded. it was just him-her’s, with his rough edges, inked skin, and soulful eyes that held a thousand unspoken promises.

"so," she murmured, her thumb tracing slow circles over his knuckles, "it was a good show then?"

a soft laugh escaped his lips, his eyes dancing as he looked at her. "good? better than good, baby." he said, a certain fire in his voice as he recalled the night. "place was packed-should've seen it. they might've only been there for the drink deals, but by the time we hit the first chorus, they were in it." he paused, a flicker of excitement lighting up his face as he leaned closer. "even had this one bloke shouting for an encore, practically begged us not t’leave."

she could see the pride, the kind that was so uniquely his—modest, but bursting at the seams, a quiet confidence that only she got to witness in moments like this. her heart swelled, and she squeezed his hand. "sounds like a big deal," she teased, her voice softening as she held his gaze. "next thing i know, you'll be playing to actual crowds, not just randoms at pubs."

"don't tease me," he chuckled, nudging her gently with his shoulder. "could happen. could be my big break, y'know? today, it's a back alley pub with sticky floors—tomorrow, a real venue." he looked at her, his expression shifting from playful to something quieter, almost vulnerable. "maybe even a place you'd be proud to be seen at."

she shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "h, i'm already proud of you." and she meant it—down to the core of her. there was a strength in his persistence, his dreams kept alive by late nights and small crowds, his music spilling into the shadows of empty bars and dim lights. it was the kind of resilience most people never understood, but it was something she loved about him, something that made him feel like home.

his hand shifted, cupping her face gently, his thumb brushing over her cheek as he searched her eyes. "how'd i get so lucky, yeah?" he murmured, almost as if to himself. he looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time, the weight of the night lingering between them, the quiet promise of everything they'd built together.

she tilted her face into his touch, eyes fluttering closed as she breathed him in-the faint smell of his shampoo, mingling with the scent of rain from outside and something warm, something distinctly him. her hand found his chest, fingertips resting over the steady beat of his heart.

"can i stay tonight?" he asked softly, his voice a low murmur against the backdrop of their shared silence.

she nodded, her lips brushing over his knuckles as she squeezed his hand. "wouldn't want you anywhere else."

with that, he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a kiss that felt like a thousand words, soft and slow, as if they had all the time in the world. harry's hand slid from her cheek down to her neck, his fingertips tracing a delicate line along her collarbone, sending a soft shiver through her. the playful glint in his eye had shifted, replaced by something deeper, a heat she felt all the way down to her toes. he inched closer, the rough rasp of his stubble brushing her jaw as his lips found the soft skin just below her ear.

"you're staring," she murmured, voice low, a smile on her lips as her fingers traced along his shoulder, her touch grazing the edge of his tattoo.

"can't help it." he whispered, his voice low and rough, leaving no question about what he wanted. his fingers trailed down her back, pulling her just a little closer as his towel slipped dangerously low on his hips, clinging to him in a way that left little to the imagination. "s'not every day i get my girl all to myself, undistracted." his fingers slipped just beneath the hem of her shirt, his thumb stroking slow, lazy circles along her hipbone, sending a faint shiver up her spine.

she felt herself melting into him, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw before wandering down to rest on his chest. his skin was warm, firm beneath her touch, and she felt the steady beat of his heart thrumming under her fingertips. just for a moment, she let herself get lost in it-the way his hands roamed, slow and sure, his lips brushing her neck, her jaw, her shoulder, each kiss igniting a trail of warmth.

but as his hands started to wander lower, his towel barely hanging on, she bit back a smile and placed her hand flat on his abdomen, feeling the firm, taut muscles tense under her touch. she let her fingers linger for a moment before giving him a light flick, snapping him out of the haze that had taken over.

he kissed his teeth, head snapping up, a shocked, slightly betrayed expression crossing his face as he met her gaze. she smirked, letting her eyes trail up and down him with a playful glint before meeting his eyes, her voice light and teasing.

"don't get too excited, styles. i've got an essay to write, remember?"

he blinked, looking adorably lost for a second, then let out a groan, throwing himself back on the bed in dramatic defeat, one arm flung over his face. "an essay, bunny? now?" he peeked at her from under his arm, a playful pout tugging at his lips. "you're really gonna make me lie here in agony while you write about... what? politics? shakespeare?"

"modern lit," she corrected, grabbing her laptop from the bedside table with a grin. she settled beside him, nudging his leg with her knee as he sighed in exaggerated frustration. "i'll make it up to you," she added, her voice sweet but her expression mischievous.

"is that right?" he asked, raising a brow, his mood instantly lightening as he leaned up on one elbow to watch her type. "what kind of 'make it up' are we talking, then?"

she rolled her eyes, though her smile softened.

"you're ridiculous, you know that?"

“mm-hm, i know,” he chuckled, unbothered. he kept his eyes trained on her as she adjusted the computer in her lap, fingers flying across the keys as she tried to ignore his gaze.

but she could already feel his fingers tracing idle patterns along her thigh, his head resting on her shoulder as he sighed dramatically, determined to make her work for it. “fine,” he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to her shoulder, knowing she wasn’t going to let up. “but don’t say i didn’t warn you when i’m too tortured to focus on my next gig.”

she shook her head, grinning. “i think you’ll survive.” and despite his protests, she felt him settle beside her, his hand wrapped loosely around hers as he waited, patient and easy, for the essay to be done—and for the night to be theirs again.

after a few more minutes of him sighing and shifting beside her, nudging her leg with his knee, or letting his fingers brush distractingly over her shoulder, she finally gave him a pointed look. “lovey, come on. at least put some pants on,” she said, biting back a laugh as he gazed up at her with an exaggerated look of betrayal.

“y’sure baby?” he mumbled, the corners of his mouth tugging into a cheeky grin as he adjusted the towel around his waist, letting it dip low enough to reveal the line of his hip bones. he leaned in close, his face just inches from hers. “last chance to give up on that essay.”

she rolled her eyes, shoving him lightly as she tried to suppress a smile. “h. pants. now.”

he sighed dramatically, rolling off the bed and muttering under his breath as he crossed the room, as if she’d asked him to do something outrageous. “you’re cruel, you know that?” he grumbled, pulling on a pair of briefs, followed by his well-worn grey sweatpants. he shot her a mock glare as he snapped the waistband into place. “i hope that essay’s worth it,” he teased, flopping back down on the bed with another exaggerated groan.

but he couldn’t keep up the act for long. settling beside her, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her snug against him as he leaned over her, his gaze shifting to the screen of her laptop. she felt him press a quick kiss to the side of her head, and then he tilted his head curiously, reading the words on her screen. “alright, genius. what’re we working on?”

she grinned, knowing his curiosity was genuine—harry was the only person who ever asked about her classes, who remembered the details of her projects, who even stayed up late to help her brainstorm ideas when she got stuck. “it’s for my modern lit paper,” she said, turning the laptop slightly so he could see the opening lines. “i’m writing about identity in contemporary poetry.”

his brow furrowed, and he gave a thoughtful hum. “identity, huh?” his fingers started playing with a strand of her hair, twisting it absently as he thought. it still smelt like her lavender shampoo. “so, like–how people see themselves? or how they think they should be seen?”

she nodded, feeling a warm flutter in her chest at the way he genuinely tried to understand. “yeah, lovey, exactly. it’s about how people present different versions of themselves, depending on the world around them. how sometimes people feel like they have to hide who they really are, or adapt, to fit in.”

he was quiet for a moment, his eyes thoughtful as he took that in, a small crease forming between his brows. “guess i know a bit about that,” he murmured, almost to himself, then gave her a soft smile. “makes sense, though. we’re all trying t’figure it out, right?”

she looked at him, her heart swelling at the way he always found a way to connect with her world, to show up and care. he wasn’t just the guy who played guitar in pubs and poured water over the crowd—he was thoughtful and reflective, her safe place and her biggest support. she reached out, brushing a stray curl away from his forehead, her gaze softening.

he met her eyes, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watched her type a few lines, completely relaxed against her side. “y’really like this stuff, don’t you?”

she nodded, feeling her cheeks warm. “i do. and i like that you care enough to ask.”

he grinned, his hand resting over hers on the keyboard. “wouldn’t miss it, bunny. i want to know it all. even the boring bits,” he teased, pressing another kiss to her temple. “so… what’s next? how do y’wrap this thing up?”

as she dove into her explanation, she felt him settle in closer, his head resting on her shoulder, eyes flicking back and forth between her face and the screen. and even though he’d begun the night wrapped in little more than that towel and mischief, there was something about the way he lay beside her now—calm, engaged, just there for her.

after a while, she tried to concentrate on the closing argument of her essay, but harry’s hand found a lock of her hair again, twirling it lazily around his finger, his touch warm and gentle. every so often, he’d place a quick, messy kiss on her cheek, or the side of her head, each one more dramatic than the last, until she couldn’t help but huff out a laugh, nudging him back.

“alright, enough with the distractions,” she muttered, shooting him a mock-stern look as he grinned back, clearly pleased with himself.

but he was relentless. when she referenced another poet, he piped up, a mischievous look in his eyes. “ah, yes, that guy,” he said, tone teasing as he tapped his chin as though he were deep in thought. “big fan. wrote that one poem about… feeling feelings, right?”

she rolled her eyes, biting back a laugh. “harry, i’m serious.”

“hey, i am too!” he replied, the grin on his face only widening. “poetry’s got layers, YN. all about emotions and metaphors.” he lifted an eyebrow, giving her a wink that made her want to laugh and push him off the bed all at once.

she groaned, turning back to her screen, though the smile tugging at her lips gave her away. despite his teasing, she knew he respected her work and thought she was smart, even if he pretended to be clueless just to get a rise out of her.

a few minutes passed, and she found herself stuck, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she struggled to find the right words to tie everything together. she could feel harry’s gaze on her, his eyes flicking between her face and the screen, and right then, her stomach gave a loud, unmistakable growl.

harry’s eyebrows shot up, and a playful, knowing smirk crossed his face. “oh, is that how it is, then?” he said, nudging her gently. “i’m over here pouring my heart and soul into supporting you, and you’re starving yourself for art.”

she laughed, rolling her eyes as she tried to wave him off. “it’s fine, i just need to—”

but he was already halfway across the room, grabbing his phone with a sense of purpose, tapping away with single-minded determination. “nope, not happening. i’m ordering us food. you’re no good to me fainting on the job,” he teased, tossing her a grin as he started scrolling through options on doordash.

she watched him, warmth blooming in her chest at the sight of his focused expression as he debated between a few late-night favorites. his finger paused on the screen, and he shot her a look over his shoulder. “what are we feeling? i know goodfella’s is open late.”

she hummed, folding her arms and pretending to think. “their pizza sounds good.”

“perfect. what kind?” he asked, giving her that soft, endearing look that always managed to make her heart skip.

“surprise me,” she said, her eyes crinkling with a smile as he turned back to his phone, murmuring thoughtfully to himself as he made his selections.

once he’d ordered, he slid back beside her, his arm slipping around her shoulders, pulling her close as he planted a quick kiss on her forehead. “alright, aristotle. you’ve got about twenty minutes to wrap this up before the pizza gets here.”

she grinned, feeling a rush of renewed energy as she settled back into her laptop, his warmth beside her and the promise of food on the way. and as she typed out her final thoughts, she felt his hand come up to her hair again, his fingers working through her locks in a gentle rhythm as he leaned his chin on her shoulder, watching her with a soft smile.

“think you’re about to blow the rest of the class outta the water.” he muttered, his voice low and genuine, cutting through the playful teasing of earlier.

she paused, glancing over at him, her cheeks warming under his gaze. “you think so?”

he nodded, brushing his nose gently against her cheek. “definitely. i knew you were brilliant the first time i met you. just, you know, don’t forget me when you’re off being some lit professor with a fancy office and your own bookshelf in every bookstore.”

she laughed, shaking her head. “you’ll be playing stadiums by then, styles. i think you’ll be just fine.”

once harry met the driver outside of the dorm and made his way back up the stairwell to the second floor of her building, they sat cross-legged on the bed, the pizza box open between them, warm and smelling faintly of melted cheese and marinara. YN took a bite, savoring the comfort of it as they eased into the rhythm of their usual conversations. she told him stories about her classes—about the professor who insisted everyone call him by his first name and the girl who always argued with the readings in ways that both amused and baffled her. he listened intently, his eyes focused on her like she was the most fascinating person in the world, laughing at all the right moments, nodding as if every small detail mattered. and for harry, it did.

soon enough, the conversation shifted, and he told her stories from his recent gigs—how the second-to-last venue had practically been held together with duct tape, how he’d overheard some guy loudly claim he could “totally play guitar better than that dude.” she laughed at the way he imitated the voice, rolling his eyes in good-natured frustration. “seriously,” he groaned, grinning through a bite of pizza, “the heckling never stops, even when you’re playing to like, fifteen people.”

she nudged him with her knee, a smirk tugging at her lips. “just you wait, one day those fifteen people are going to turn into fifteen thousand, and that guy will still be standing there with his pint, going on about how he should be the one on stage.”

harry’s face softened, his gaze lingering on her. “you’re just saying that because you’re in love with me.”

“maybe,” she said with a wink, brushing a crumb off his cheek.

they fell into their easy banter, and soon enough, poetry came back up. she was telling him about one of the poets she was analyzing, the language they used and the intricate metaphors she was supposed to decipher, when harry raised a brow, an amused look crossing his face. “you’re talking like i don’t write poetry myself, you know.”

“oh, really?” she teased, leaning back with her arms folded, a skeptical look on her face. “let’s hear it, shakespeare.”

with a grin, he pulled out his phone, scrolling through his notes until he stopped on something, looking a bit sheepish but handing it over to her with a small smile. “here. latest masterpiece.” he joked with a shrug, though he seemed a bit nervous. “study it in your lit classes ‘n all that.”

she took his phone, her heart skipping a beat as she saw the title: adore you. her chest warmed as she started reading through the words. it wasn’t like the love poems she read for lectures, full of flowery language and convoluted metaphors. no, this was simple, but sincere—lines that felt raw, real, and vulnerable in a way that only he could make them. each line felt like a glimpse into him, into the parts of himself that he shared only with her, the quiet moments, the late nights, the laughter and gentle touches that only they knew.

when she finished, she looked up at him, unable to hide the wide smile spreading across her face. “harry, this is—you’re so cute.” she said, her voice soft with genuine awe. “forget those old poets i read about. they’ve got nothing on you.” she squeezed his hand, her thumb brushing over his knuckles as she looked back down at the lyrics, rereading her favorite lines.

a blush crept up his cheeks, and he gave a little shrug, pretending to brush off her praise, but she could see the way his eyes shone, how much her words really meant to him. he nudged her playfully, leaning in with a grin. “you know it’s about you, yeah?”

she felt her heart flutter, her smile growing even wider as she met his gaze. “is it now?”

“obviously,” he chuckled, shaking his head as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “i mean, who else am i going to write about? you’re the one i can’t stop thinking about. the one who makes every line worth writing.”

she felt warmth bloom in her chest, reaching out to lace her fingers with his. “well,” she said softly, “then i think i’m the luckiest girl alive.”

he squeezed her hand, his expression softening as he leaned in, his forehead resting gently against hers. for a moment, they stayed like that, their hands intertwined, the world outside her tiny dorm room slipping away. it was just him, his steady heartbeat under her palm, his soft gaze that held a world of promises, and the quiet knowledge that he’d put it all into words just for her.

“so, poetry and pizza,” he murmured, his lips curving into a contented smile as he leaned back, pulling her into his chest. “didn’t think my night could get any better.”

“oh, really?” she teased, settling against him, her head resting just under his chin. “not even if i let you watch me struggle through the rest of my essay?”

“thrilling stuff,” he joked, his hand trailing gentle patterns along her arm. “actually, it’s all kind of perfect, YN. you, me, pizza, some poetry… maybe the start of a terrible song i’ll write when i can’t sleep tonight.”

“a song about pizza and poetry?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“why not?” he grinned, his eyes sparkling. “everyone needs a little inspiration, hm?”

she laughed, and the sound seemed to brighten the whole room, making everything feel light and carefree. “i’d listen to it.”

“i’ll dedicate it to you,” he replied, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his voice softening. “after all, you’re my favorite muse.”

they sat like that for a while, the remnants of their pizza scattered around them, the warmth of his arms wrapped around her. she felt her eyes growing heavy, lulled by the steady rise and fall of his chest, the soothing hum of his voice as he mumbled quiet words of nonsense, half-asleep, just for her.

“hey,” she whispered after a while, her voice soft, almost a breath. “thank you for being here. for everything.”

“always,” he murmured, his voice a low, sleepy rumble. “wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

[maxillness]

A Good Use Of That Mouth || KR7 x teammate!reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, oral (M receiving), hair pulling, google translated Finnish, self inflicted orgasm denial, fingering

Wordcount: 0.9k

Request: If you want to could you do a like they are teammates and they hate each other and they crash into each other and they like hate-fuck in his drivers room later

“Y/N? Are you okay?” She sighed as she listened to the radio “Y/N? Can you hear me?”

“I’m fine. That bitch is gonna pay” Kimi had crashed into her doing a turn, making them both dnf. Yes, they hated each other, but this was over kill

He should keep it off the track, and just focus on the race instead of being childish and bring his emotions onto the track

She got into her driver’s room and quickly showered before putting on some comfortable clothes before walking over to Kimi’s room

“What the fuck is your problem?!” She bursted into his room without knocking

“Ever heard of knocking?” He sat shirtless on the couch. His hair was still damp from his own shower

“Why the fuck did you crash into me?! You dnf’ed us both!” She was furious. She shut the door a little to harsh

“If you had given me more space, then it wouldn’t have happened” He stood up, walking a few steps towards her

“More space?! I had given you enough space! You did it on fucking purpose!” She could kill him if she was allowed, but god did he look good like that

“Could you stop fucking yelling?” His voice was low as he walked closer to her, making her back up against the wall

She crossed her arms over her chest “Make me” She spat her words out confidently

His actions were quick. His hand wrapped in her hair, forcing her head to tilt up. His other hand pushing on her hip, pushing her harder into the wall. His lips on hers, pulling her breath out of her

His actions made her whine. She placed her hands softly on his waist. He visibly shivered at her touch against his skin

Kimi licked at her bottom lip. She opened her mouth, letting him shove his tongue into her

“Kimi…” She whine into his mouth. The vibrations sending him pleasure all through his body

“God, just shut the fuck up” He forced her to the ground, making her yelp in pain as her knees hit the floor

He drew his hands away from her body. He unbuckled his belt and zipped down his pants. He pulled his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free

She looked up at him with glassy eyes and puffy lips. She looks fucking hot

“Make a good use of that mouth of yours” She didn’t hesitate to start licking kitten licks on the head of his cock

“Stop teasing” He yanked on her hair, forcing her away. He made a make believe ponytail with her hair as she put her lips around him

She slowly sank down on him, having when he hit the back of her throat “Fuck” He had to lean his other hand against the wall

“You’re taking me so well, lutka” She didn’t understand the nickname, but it drew out a moan of her anyway

The vibrations of her mouth on his cock drew out a whimper from him. He started bucking his hips, hitting the back of her throat at every thrust

“Such a perfect mouth” He loved the way his praise drew out a reaction from her “Way better than yelling, yeah?” She barely managed to nod

He started fucking her mouth with such force and speed that made her grab the back of his thighs tightly, drawing out several moans from him

He pulled her away and up when he started feeling himself twitch in her mouth. He pushed her towards the little table, bending her over it

He pulled the waistband of her sweats down to her ankles, alongside her panties. Her drew a finger through her folds, making her whimper

“Kimi… Please” She moaned loud when he pushed one of his fingers into her. His hand went on her mouth

“Be quiet. The walls are thin, hassu” His fingers sped up. He wanted to hear her pretty loud moans, but god did he not want to get caught fucking his teammate

“Fuck, Kimi. Please, I need you in me” She mumbled into his hand. It was hard for him to hear, but he understood it perfectly

He sped up his fingers before he took them out of her, earning him a groan from her. She didn’t get to complain a lot before Kimi had pushed all of himself into her

She let out a high-pitched whine that was barely covered by Kimi’s hand “You gotta be fucking quiet, Rakas”

She grabs the edges of the table as Kimi started moving inside her. He groans as she clenches around him

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well. Fucking made for my cock” She had really tried to keep her sounds in, but his words did her dirty

“Your sounds are music to my ears” As he feels himself closing to his orgasm, he snakes his hand around her body and down to her clit

He moaned at feeling of her clenching down on him, the feeling of her clit being rubbed is too much for her

“Kimi… I’m gonna-“ She didn’t get to finish her sentence before she was coming hard around him

He groaned her name as he himself came after a few thrusts. He pulls out of her when both of their breaths got some what under control

They didn’t utter a word as they got dressed. She barely touched the door handle when she was pulled flushed against him

He kissed her soft, not like earlier “Go before I change my mind” She chuckled softly before turning around and walking out of his driversroom

[kooksvspogues]

Happy 1st Birthday Liliana!! 🥳

Part 5 -

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I wake up the second I heard Lilian crying. I look to see what time it is, 6:34 a.m.. I slide out of bed and open the door to see if anybody has gotten up, so far nothing, so I go ahead and make my way to Lilian’s room, opening the door seeing her sat up in the crib rubbing her eyes and crying.

“Happy birthday sweetie pie” I say walking over to her, picking her up, her crying automatically dying down as she looks up at me before laying her head on my shoulder. I go ahead and take her over to her changing table, laying her down, unzipping her onesie enough to be able to pull her diaper off. “Goodness girl” I said in a funny voice as she smiled at me. I smiled back, grabbing another diaper sliding it on, and zipping her onesie back up.

I pick her up and head out her door to come face to face with Mack. “I figured it would be you” she smiled at me as I smiled back

“Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself” I admit

“No, you’re fine, I’ll show you where her formula and everything is and good morning birthday girl” she said leaning over and kissing Lilian on the forehead before pointing me towards the stairs.

“If you want, you can go back to bed for a bit, I don’t mind watching her” I tell her

“I may take you up on that” she grinned sleepily as we made it into the kitchen, opening up a cabinet door to reveal the bottles and cans of formula. She pulled one of each out and sat it on the bar before getting it all started. While we waited for the bottle to warm up, we just stood in a comfortable silence waiting.

“Did you have a good time last night?” Mack smiles, crossing her arms

“Yeah, you were right, they were fun to be around” I tell her

“Oh yeah, they’re a hoot” she laughs, “thinking about giving Austin a shot?” She asks

“We’ll see” I say grabbing the bottle out of her hand

“That’s better than a no” she remarks “I’m gonna go try to get another hour or so of sleep if that’s okay?”

“Yeah, go, I got her” I smile walking over to the couch taking a seat, before turning on the tv, trying to find a decent cartoon, settling for Scooby Doo.

Once Lilian finished her bottle and a few snacks, we got down on the floor to play. Mainly just working on her walking. That’s when the guest bedroom door opens up, revealing a shirtless Drew that’s wiping his eyes.

“The tv didn’t wake you up did it?” I ask quickly, startling him

“What? Oh no, I didn’t even know it was on” he said putting his hand on his hip looking over at me, smiling when he realized I had Lilian.

“Okay good” I smile

“You want something coffee?” He asks me

“Yes please” I plead as he smiles heading to the kitchen.

After a few minutes he walks back in the living room handing me a mug, “you like a little milk, sugar, and carmel vanilla flavoring right?” He asks as I look up at him with wide eyes

“Uh.. yeah.. how’d —“ I started

“We talked about coffee that night too” he said taking a seat on the floor about a foot away from me, leaning back against the couch.

“Wow.. thanks, that’s sweet” I admit giving him a smile

“Sorry if that’s weird” he defended

“No no, just shocking a guy can actually remember something” I say and he smiles

“When you have good company, you tend to remember everything, even the bad” he says taking a sip as I turn my attention back to Lilian, taking a sip, watching Lilian crawl her way over to me, right into my lap.

“She really loves you” Drew smiles

“Are you kidding? She loves her uncle Drew, don’t ya kiddo?” I say holding her up to him making her smile real big, Drew smiling just as big in return.

“I hope when I have a kid, they’re as easy as she is, she’s the best baby I’ve been around” he says letting her take hold of his pointer finger leading her over to his lap

“Yeah, she seems to be really easy, I wonder how long it’ll last” I laugh making Drew nod

“Why do y’all look like a married couple and Lilian is y’all’s kid” Logan says making me and Drew both jump at his voice

“You scared me!” I said looking at him

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I just walked out, and there y’all were, talking and looking at each other like a married couple with a kid in your lap, it was kinda cute but you’re my future wife, so” Logan explains making me laugh

“You’re right” I say agreeing sarcastically

“What are y’all doing anyway?” He asked us

“Just watching scooby doo, talking, and hanging out with Lil’s, what are you doing?” Drew asks

“Wanting some of that coffee, is there any more?” Logan asks as Drew nods making him rush into the kitchen

“He scared the shit out of me” Drew said making me nod

“I was half way expecting him to be hungover” I admit

“He tends to be fine once he wakes up most of the time” Drew says and I smile

“Lucky us” I grin

“No kidding” Drew laughs as Logan walks back and joins us on the floor.

“You look good this morning” Logan says looking at me

“You too Logan” I tease back

“Oh I know, I always look good” he jokes making me smile

“Without a doubt” I sarcastically agree

Logan gives me a playful dirty look before turning his attention to Drew, “What time is mom getting here?” Logan asks

“I’m not sure, call her” Drew suggests

“Ehh, I’ll give her some time” he says brushing it off as me and Drew both shake our heads.

~~~~~~~~~~

Eventually, Mrs. Jodi finally arrived, immediately pushing her own boys out of the way to give me a hug before going to find Mack and Liliana.

“So even my mom likes you more than me” Logan rolls his eyes pushing me away playfully

“Don’t be jealous, I can’t help she loves me more” I joke, sticking my tongue out at both of them making Logan scoff while Drew just laughs.

We go back into the living room, Liliana sitting on the floor playing, now with Mrs. Jodi, while Mack is taking a break from decorating to talk to her mom for a bit. I go to take a seat on the couch which is quickly followed by Drew and Logan, Drew sitting in the middle.

“What do I need to do?” Mrs. Jodi asks Mack

“Nothing right now, got a few more things to put up, nothing major, and then it’ll be on to the food and getting all that set up, but that’ll be closer to time. Besides they have been a major help” she says motioning to us on the couch.

“Now Maddie, I believe, but your brothers, I’m not so sure” she teased

“For Liliana” Drew smiles as Logan agrees

“That makes more sense” she laughs looking at her two boys, “Maddie, how are you honey? Finally done with vet school?” She asks looking up at me

“Yes ma’am, one of the hardest things I’ve ever done but I believe it’s gonna be well worth it” I smile

“I know you’ll do great honey” she pats my knee before looking up at Drew with a look.. a look.. the look.. like she knows something… “boys, will you go get my bags out of the car and take them to my room” she asks then and they quickly get up and head towards the front door. “You have a little boyfriend yet?” Mrs. Jodi teases looking at me

“Oh no ma’am” I shrug

“Chase and Austin came over last night and Austin seemed to be VERY interested” Mack informs her

“Austin? Yea, he is a very sweet young man” Mrs. Jodi adds

“He’s okay” I somewhat agree with a slight smile

“Oh my gosh, just give him a chance, let the other guy go” Mack drags out

“Other guy?” Mrs. Jodi raises an eyebrow

“Maddie has been hung up on some random guy for years it feels like, and won’t give anybody else the time of day” she explains to her mom

“Well baby, you deserve the world, you’re an incredible young woman, and if you can’t allow yourself to be with somebody else, maybe finding this ‘random guy’ and trying to see what it could be, would be worth it for you” she says getting up to sit next to me on the couch.

“I can’t” I simply say

“What’s his name, I’ll do some stalking” Mack says, my eyes immediately going wide, shaking my head, “I’ll be right back, gonna get Lil’s some juice.” She says getting up and walking into the kitchen.

“Why do you feel like you can’t” Mrs. Jodi asks just as soon as Drew and Logan are walking through the house with her bags. Mine and Drew’s eyes meet for just a few seconds and when I look back over at Mrs. Jodi, I’m face to face with a knowing look.

“You know, don’t you?” I whisper, my face already getting red

“That you two snuck off, talked for hours, made out, and you ran off, yes ma’am I do” she smiles brushing a piece of hair behind my ear. “When you came back downstairs, you were freaking out, just trying to get to your uber, you told me ‘I kissed Drew, I’m sorry, Mack’s gonna be pissed, I got to go, I love you” really quickly and ran out like you were in shock, then when I found Drew, he told me everything”

“Mack doesn’t know right?” I ask quickly with begging eyes

“If she does, it’s not from me, so is it him that you’ve been so hung up on?” she asks me

“Cause she can’t know, we have that pact, ya know? And yes ma’am…” I answer and she nods

“I truly believe that Mack wants you to be happy, regardless of who it is” she smiles at me and I shrug just as everyone comes back into the living room, “I know I’m all for having you officially in this family” she whispers to me just as Drew and I make eye contact again, feeling my heart skip a few beats as he takes the chair a few feet away from me, slightly smiling at me.

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Closer we got to 4, the more kids we had running around the house and more of the cleaning we did, felt like a waste of time. Parents were standing around outside watching as some of their kids were in the pool while others were drawing on the concrete with chalk.

I was able to meet quite a few of Mack and Garrett’s friends that I haven’t got to meet, along with a few of the friends I met at their wedding. But, no matter what I was, Drew stayed within 3 feet of me at all times. His excuse was, “you may feel overwhelmed and if I can help, I want to” which was just another thing he was proving that he remembered about me saying that night; how I hated meeting lots of new people at one time and being the odd man out, but in this case, it’s all for Liliana.

Finally, after everyone has made their rounds on introducing each other, it feels a look like stressful. I was sitting on the side of the pool next to Logan, our feet in the water, just watching the kids, waiting for Drew to bring us a drink.

“You know when you move back, I get a key to your place” he says with full confidence making me laugh

“We’ll see buddy” I laugh

“It’d be for emergencies” he clarifies

“Anything is an emergency to you, especially if you can’t get your answer within 5 seconds” I point out

“Exactly, emergency” he says grinning making me shake my head.

“here’s your Dr. Peppers” Drew says handing us one before taking his seat back on the other side of me slipping his feet back in the pool.

“Drew, shouldn’t Maddie give me a key to her place for emergencies?” Logan asks making me throw my head back in light laughter

“You ain’t even got a key to my place, why do you need a key to hers?” Drew asks looking at him

“Incase something happens” he explains

“I can handle myself” I argue

“And if she needs anybody, she can call us, we’ll answer” Drew adds giving me a smile which I return

“If you’re just saying that cause you want to come see me at any time, just knock, I may or may not let you in” I giggle nudging his arm making Logan roll his eyes.

“See.. that’s just rude” he said making me and Drew laugh

After a while of just talking and laughing, Mack hollered for everyone to come sing happy birthday to our sweet Liliana. Mack brought out the cake for Lils while Garrett brought out the cake for everyone else. As soon as Mack sat the cake down on the high chair table, Liliana was already tearing it up making us all laugh, trying to get her to hold out for the song. But the moment she got her chance, she was back at it, getting startled when all the kids screamed happy birthday at the top of their lungs.

“Okay! Who wants cake!” Garrett yells and everyone comes flying up to him waiting for their slice.

Mack, Mrs. Jodi, and I were all just in awe of Liliana and trying to capture every moment of her with her first cake. I felt a hand placed lightly on my back, making me look back quickly, only to see Drew.

“I got you a slice” he smiles down at me

“Well thank you” I smile back, snapping a few more pictures before grabbing my plate from him, “she’s so cute” I tell him

“It’s the Starkey genes, I’m telling ya” he said making me smile

“I can’t even argue with that” I shrug

“Ohhh, so you think I’m cute?” He whispers

“Don’t get such a big head” I tease nudging my elbow into his side lightly making him laugh

“You said it, not me” he says

“Technically, you did” I point out making him think back of what he just said

“Shut up” he jokes, laughing, nudging me with his elbow, “you ready to go out tonight?” He asks me

“Yeah, I guess so, I ain’t been out to a bar in a while” I answer

“Mack said you were always the life of the party when y’all were in college together” He says

“Yeah, I was everywhere, always dancing, always finding a new adventure” I chuckle

“What kind of dancing to you do?” He asks

“Really any, but was always a sucker for some line dancing, went out when I first moved to Florida, found a great dancing partner, but then as classes got harder, I never went.” I explain and he nods

“Well maybe you’ll find a new dancing partner tonight” he smiles at me we lock eyes

“Yea, maybe so” I smile, putting my attention on the kids instead.

Once everyone got done eating, it was time for presents. By the time the last present was open, it felt like we were in a target aisle, there was so many toys. Some of the toys were opened and already being played with some most of them, were moved into the house for later.

“Can we fill these up please?” A little boy, that I’m pretty sure his name was Tyler, asked me holding a bag of water balloons. I glanced over at Drew and he nodded

“Cmon buddy, we’ll help you” Drew said taking his empty hand and leading the way to the faucet. I couldn’t help the feeling I got in my stomach watching him lead the happy little boy.

“Can you go find us a bucket please?” Tyler asked me

“Of course” I smile turning to go find something, that’s when my eyes land on the kiddie pool leaned up against the house in the corner. I go to grab it an drag it back over to the opposite corner of the yard, right where Drew and Tyler were waiting.

“Get her!” Drew yells before they both throw a water balloon at me, immediately busting the second they meet my body.

“Drew!” I yell

“It was his idea!” Tyler defended pointing at Drew making me laugh

“I know honey, but I’m gonna get bath of yall back” I tease

“I knew it was a bad idea” tyler said scratching his head nervously

“I’d love to see you try” Drew says winking at me as I put my hands on my hood

“Fill em up Starkey” I say pushing his head to face the faucet.

Once he gets majority of the bag done, I lean down and grab a ballon, looking at Tyler, putting my finger over my lips making him smile. I put the balloon right over Drew’s head and squeeze it tightly until it bust and soaks his hair and his shoulders.

“Maddie…” he says grabbing a few balloons as I start to walk backwards, taking off into a sprint as he stands up coming after me.

“WATER BALLOON FIGHT!” I hear Tyler yell as loud as he can, grabbing a few out of the pool and throwing it, making everyone laugh and cheer as they go to grab some.

“You threw one at me, what’s wrong with me doing it back” I yell back at Drew laughing as I feel another busted ballon by my feet, “ha ha, your ouuut” I say slowing down and turning towards him, “truce?” I ask as I feel somebody quickly slip a ballon in my hand that’s behind my back

��Truce” he says throwing his hands up coming closer slowly, “show me your hands”

I start to grin and quickly throw the water ballon towards him, landing on his chest. But just as fast as I turn to run away, I feel my body being picked up and immediately going into the pool. When we come back to the surface, we’re laughing, splashing water, and pushing each other away playfully.

“Truce?” He asks me holding out his hand

“For now, Yeah” I smile slapping my hand into his

“For now?” He teases

“Never know when I may need to throw another at you” I wink before pulling myself out of the pool, being thankful I did put on a swimsuit under my clothes.

~~~~~~~~~~

Once everything died down and everyone left, it was about 7:30. So, Mrs. Jodi told all of us to go get showers and get ready, that she had everything else handled.

I went to my room to got a quick shower. Blow drying and curling my hair afterwards. I decided on wearing my other pair of blue jean shorts, with a white cropped tank top, and a bluish green button up, with my cowboy boots.

“It’s me!” Mack yells knocking on my door before walking in, wearing some jeans and a strapless cropped tank top, “well you look cute” she says eyeballing me

“So do youuuu, do you think I should lose the boots or wear pants instead?” I ask her

“No, show Austin what them boots make you do, we’re going to the bar we used to always go to, so I know you’ll put those boots to work” she winked and I laughed, shaking my head, putting my other earring in.

“You ready?” She asks

“Yes ma’am” I say grabbing my phone, license, and some cash before following her downstairs where the boys are waiting. Drew was in black jeans, white tank top, and a short sleeve button up, the color very similar to the one I’m wearing.

“Y’all are almost twinning?” Mack laughs pointing it out as we just shrugged it off before piling up into Garrett’s truck. Leaving me in the middle between Drew and Logan.

“You look good” Drew whispers, smiling at me.

“Thanks, you too” I smile

“Chase and Austin are still meeting us there right?” Mack asks Drew

“Yeah, as far as I know” he answers

“Great, cause I can’t wait for all of y’all to see Maddie in this kind of environment. Especially Austin” she says as I look down, feeling Drew’s eyes on me.

Tonight is gonna be interesting..

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Tag list: @percysley @dilfs-4life

[eevylynn]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by the lovely @whimsicalmeerkat a while back (which is why I'm posting this on a Tuesday night, but hey, it's Wednesday somewhere in the world)

This is from my Booktoker Derek story. I needed a break from working on my Sterek Reverse Bang, so I figured I'd work on this for a bit

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It started unsurprisingly: Stiles was procrastinating doing his essay by doomscrolling on TikTok. He had probably wasted almost half an hour of countless videos of ADHD hacks, the latest dance trend, a few badass women wielding various medieval weaponry, and some weirdly satisfying carpet cleaning videos.

After liking a neat heart-healthy recipe that he’s thinking of trying sometime soon, Stiles scrolled on to the next video.

The first thing he registered was SKIN.

Then, to the beat of the latest trending thirst trap song, the shot zoomed out to show a shirtless man from his large, corded shoulders down past his rippling abs, reading some book that Stiles had seen mentioned by countless women on booktok before.

The camera panned up, revealing more until—

“Holy. Shit.”

It was Derek Hale.

Stiles froze, his thumb hovering above the screen as his brain struggled to catch up with what he was seeing. Derek, perfectly disheveled with stubble framing his jaw and brows furrowed in concentration, was reading the book. His kaleidoscope eyes swept across the page as if genuinely engrossed in the story.

Looking at the bottom of the screen, Stiles saw the username @howlinghemingway.

Well, shit.

Forget his essay, this discovery was much more important. It wasn’t like his essay was even due tomorrow. Stiles still had a week to work on it. Besides, the longer he puts it off, the harder the ADHD procrastination adrenaline will hit, and it’ll probably still be one of the best in class.

With that in mind, Stiles clicked the username to see what other videos Derek had posted as he stood up from his desk chair to make himself comfortable in his bed before he dived on in.

Each video drew him deeper into the rabbit hole. There were videos of Derek discussing plot twists, sharing his favorite steamy scenes, giving writing tips, all while showing Derek in various states of undress while recommending different books. Books Stiles didn’t even know Derek knew about much less owned. Stiles was mesmerized by the way Derek’s sharp cheekbones caught the light, the way his jaw clenched while talking about a particularly gripping part of a story.

One video in particular caught Stiles’ attention. Derek was casually lounging in what Stiles recognized as the library in pack house, the same location as most of Derek’s videos . He was dressed in grey sweatpants and a soft burgundy sweater. Stiles can’t remember ever seeing Derek look so damned soft. That sweater even had thumbholes! Thumbholes! Derek in thumbholes was a level of cozy Stiles wasn’t emotionally prepared for.

But that wasn’t the real kicker.

Derek held up a hardcover novel, his thumb grazing over the title: Crimson Moon by Samuel Blackwolf. Stiles squinted at the screen, confused for a second, until Derek’s smooth voice filled the air.

“Imagine ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ meets ‘Hamlet’, but way steamier. ‘Crimson Moon’ continues Cyrus and Rowan’s forbidden romance. An ancient curse threatens their bond, all while they uncover Cyrus’s dark family secrets. And yes, it’s as spicy as ever,” Derek said, grinning salaciously. “Think forbidden love, secret rendezvous, and intense passion. Unlock the secrets yourself.”

Stiles’ jaw dropped.

Derek Hale, brooding werewolf extraordinaire, was not only a BookToker, but also a secret smut author with multiple books published?!

WHAT?

*~*~*~*~*~*

No pressure tags: @renmackree @endwersed @thotpuppy

[jackdaw-draws]

Zaunite!Salo based off of what I could make out from @1v31182m5 ‘s sketch from this post. I thought it would be interesting to swap out the shot in his original design for black, which would be the only practical part of his outfit. He’s a vain bastard, so most of what he wears (or doesn’t wear) is purely for aesthetics. Super heavy eyeshadow, based off of the vibes I was getting. The claw things are based off of those metal ones (idk what they’re called) that go on your fingers and connect at the wrist. Does he use them often? Eh. Do they look cool? Yes. I also kept the shimmer patterns that Lest drew on him in canon bc it looked cool. (Lest doesn’t approve of the outfit, as she thinks it is wildly impractical. Unfortunately, she’s not really in a position to judge when it comes to the practicality of clothing). Why is he shirtless? Bc I couldn’t make out what the top was supposed to be, so he gets his weird vest thing and no shirt.

[sophaeros]

my chemical romance for inrock, august 2007 / vol. 284 - english translated interview

Ray and Frank talk passionately about their views on life

When I thought about playing at the Budokan, I got so nervous that I couldn't sleep a wink.

Ray Toro & Frank Iero / My Chemical Romance INTERVIEW: YUKO KATO

On the morning of the Budokan concert, Frank and Ray were a little hyper and excited. It was such an important concert. It was a milestone for the band.

── How are you? Ray Toro (g): Awesome. This is actually the first time I've had this much time off in Japan, so I finally have time to explore this beautiful country.

── Where did you go? Ray: Asakusa and stuff... This time, my girlfriend Christy came to Japan with me, so we went together. We had two days off, so the day before yesterday we went to see some sumo wrestling. It's just great to be able to experience so much Japanese culture. (Frank comes in, interrupting Ray, taking off his jacket and putting on a T-shirt.)

── Woah, you have a lot of tattoos. I didn't know that because no one takes their clothes off on stage. Frank Iero (guitar): Yeah, he's covered in tattoos. Ray: Then maybe I should start playing shirtless from today onwards (laughs). Frank: Haha, you want to show off your tattoos? Ray: Well, I think it's better to be a little mysterious, so maybe it's cooler to hide it (laughs). Oh yeah, going back to what I was saying earlier, apart from sightseeing, I've been having a great time this time, performing on "Music Station" and the VMAs (MTV Video Music Awards Japan).

── Frank, what did you do during your two days off? Frank: I was with Ray and the others almost the entire time.

── Oh, you brought your girlfriend too? Frank: Yeah, only Ray and I did. Ray: Because we're smart! Frank: Yes, because we're smart (laughs). But seriously, if I hadn't brought her along, I don't think we would have been able to do as much sightseeing as we did. She knows how to use the subway. (As the interviewer checks the recorder) Are you making sure it's recorded properly? My dad writes for a magazine called "Modern Drummer," so like you, he's always nervous about making sure the interviews are recorded properly.

── Oh, I thought he was a musician. And an instrument instructor too… Frank: Yeah, he's a drum teacher, a magazine writer, and a band drummer.

── Woah, is that so? Frank: That reminds me, my dad once interviewed Carmine Appice, the drummer of a band called Vanilla Fudge, but he didn't record it properly, and he was pretty panicked. When that happens, you have to rely on your memory or start over. That makes the artist angry... well, it's a story that doesn't really matter to me (laughs). Um, what were we talking about? Ah, that's right, sightseeing. As I said, we went to Asakusa, and we drew our fortunes, lit some incense sticks, and after purifying our hands and mouths with the smoke, we went inside a temple and prayed. My fortune was great, by the way. After that, we went to Shibuya and Ginza, and last night we went to Roppongi Hills to see "Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End".

── Did you like the movie? Frank: Oh, it was amazing! I can't believe a Disney movie could be so brutal. Especially… Ray: Come on, I haven't seen it yet! (covers his ears)

── By the way, I'm really relieved to see that you both look healthy. When I watched "Music Station," Gerard (Way, vocals) looked so skinny… Frank: Yeah, I guess you lose weight when you're on tour that much. He hasn't been feeling too great lately.

── Oh, is that so? Frank: We were all pretty sick, because we got food poisoning. Gerard didn't get food poisoning, but...

── Well, what happened to him? Ray: No, it's just that when you're on tour, you get tired. You have less time to sleep and eat. But don't worry, everyone's fine (laughs). But I hardly slept at all last night... I was so nervous (laughs).

── Oh, why? Because you're playing at Budokan? Frank: Yeah. I get to play at the historic Budokan with my favorite band (Bouncing Souls). It’s such a big, important thing for our career, and I couldn't sleep because I was thinking about it. I couldn't sleep at all.

── But compared to where you'll be performing at Wembley Stadium (June 16th in the UK, supporting Muse), the Budokan only holds 10,000 people. Frank: It's not a question of size. I have a lot of DVDs of Kiss playing at the Budokan, and it's a place where a lot of our heroes have played, including Cheap Trick.

── Are there any plans to release the footage from that time on DVD? Frank: We're going to film it, but we're not going to release it. We just want to keep it for ourselves as a keepsake. And with Mikey (Way, b.) gone now, it just feels wrong to release something without him.

── Speaking of Mikey, the host of "Music Station" also asked him, "Is it okay to take a honeymoon?" There aren't many musicians who take honeymoon holidays. Frank: Ah, well (laughs). We have a motto that the message is more important than the messenger. That is, our show and music are more important than the individuals in the band. That's why Mikey told us that he wanted us to continue doing that. On the other hand, being in this band, you get to have a lot of really great experiences, but in exchange, you don't get to experience the little things that normal people experience on a daily basis. For example, going on a honeymoon, traveling with the people you love, spending time with your family. So I wanted Mikey to experience those things, and I wanted to give him the opportunity to do so.

── Hmm... To be honest, I thought Mikey's hiatus was for a different reason. I read his interview with SPIN magazine earlier this year, and it seems like the situation in America is pretty crazy right now, right? So maybe it was a bit tough for him, since he’s a sensitive person… Frank: Yeah, yeah he's definitely sensitive, but this time it was a decision that we made to respect Mikey's desire to do the same thing as everyone else. Ray: It's because of this crazy schedule that we can't do normal things. We've been doing this for five years straight. Can you imagine having a job where you only get one or two weeks off a year? Frank: Plus, they got married on the road. They never had a chance to be alone together.

── But what about you? You didn't get a honeymoon holiday, did you? Frank: When I was really sick, I did take time off (laughs). Like at Big Day Out. I got a doctor's order. I've said this before, but when you do this kind of work, it's not so easy to take time off just because you're a little sick.

── That's right. There are a lot of things that you have to sacrifice. Frank: Exactly. But sometimes you just refuse to sacrifice your body or your mind. I think that's what happened with Mikey. He was overwhelmed physically and mentally and he needed to take a break. And he just got married, so now was the perfect time to take a break. And we're not just a band, we're like a family... so I miss him a lot and I'd love to be on the Budokan stage with him...

── When is he going to return to the band? Frank: I was actually just talking to him recently, and he said he wants to come back for the Projekt Revolution tour (with Linkin Park), so around August. But that's just a tentative date, and if he needs more time, it'll be a little later.

── It seems like someone is missing every time you come to Japan (laughs). Frank: Well, it's because other bands have time off and we don't have any, because we're always working.

── If that's the case, shouldn't you think about taking a proper rest? After the "Sweet Revenge" tour, everyone was in a bad mood and exhausted, and the atmosphere in the band wasn't very good, was it? Frank: Uh-huh. It's not like we hated each other or anything. But like you said, the tour was exhausting. That's why we took a month off after that. We didn't even talk about music for a month. And then we came back with renewed energy. But you know, we love music so much, and we love the art we do, so it's really hard to leave it. We feel like we can't be satisfied if we're not working or playing music. It's no exaggeration to say that this band saved our lives. We have to play music to survive. Sometimes we got sick. I have a particularly low immune system, so I get sick easily. Even when we played at Wembley, I was pretty sick on the second day.

── I wonder why. You look so healthy… Frank: I'm glad to hear that (laughs). But I do have some internal issues... I have problems with my digestive and immune systems, I get tired more easily than the average person, and I can't function without a lot of sleep.

── So you chose a profession that didn't suit your body. Frank: No, no, it's the job that's making me sick. I got really sick on the first tour and it just got worse and worse. I have a permanent immune system disorder. I have to take medicine every day for my stomach.

── Ray, are you okay? Ray: I feel amazing. I used to be sick all the time when we were touring in a van and stuff. I had an upset stomach… Frank: Maybe you gave it to me? (laughs)

── You two don't smoke, right? I think that's very important. Ray: Yeah, I smoked a little bit a year or two ago because I was feeling stressed, but I quit because I was worried it would turn into a habit. Frank: I've been smoke-free for about four years now.

── So the band has a smoking and a non-smoking tour bus? Gerard and Bob (Bryar, dr.) are the smokers… Frank: Yeah. But Gerard and Bob are both trying to quit this year. Quitting smoking was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life, so I think they'll have a hard time too. Ray: Every time Gerard smokes a cigarette I say, "That one will kill you." It's bad for your throat and it might even affect your voice, right? If he doesn't quit this year, I'll cut off one of my fingers every time he smokes. That's the only way to stop him (laughs)! Frank: Haha (laughs). That's how bad cigarettes are for your health.

── A lot of things happened within the band during this tour. Mikey got married backstage in Las Vegas, two of the band members got food poisoning… Ray: Yeah, me, Bob, (Matt) Cortez who plays bass for Mikey, and about half of the crew were affected. Frank: Luckily for me, I don't eat chicken or any meat at all. Ray: Because of that, everyone was in and out of the hospital for about a week. The members of Muse also got food poisoning.

── It seems that fans have even sent threats, including death threats, to the restaurants where you had meals? Frank: (with a serious look on his face) Yes, that's awful, right? I'd like to take this opportunity to say one thing about it: please don't do anything like that. We still don't know exactly what caused the food poisoning, and we're still investigating. Ray: Yeah, we don't want that either.

── By the way, in your interview with SPIN magazine you said something interesting: "We're not afraid to live." Is that a kind of mantra for the band? Frank: Uh-huh.

── But for us humans, just living is normal and we don't think about it, so why do we tell ourselves these things? Frank: This is just my opinion, but I think that in our culture these days, whether it's Japanese culture or American culture, but in all of our cultures, we're slowly forgetting the simple thing of love. I think we're exhausted by the violence that's happening in our daily lives, the wars that are happening in the world, and the hatred that we have for each other. Because of that, we tend to forget how wonderful life is and how connected we are as humans. We know the desire to interact with each other and the love that we should have for each other. Isn't it strange that all the smart scientists in the world can come together and invent these high-quality recording machines, but they can't feed the poor in other countries? I think it's strange. It's really sad that we have completely forgotten how wonderful it is to be alive and how important it is to help each other. We should never forget how beautiful life is, and that's why it's so important for us to spread that message. Also, everyone has a fear of death, but I think death is something that should be celebrated, to look back on the life that a person has lived. That's why it's important to think about what you do while you're alive and what kind of change you can bring to the world. Even one person can make a difference. We're just five ordinary guys, but our music has had a big impact on people all over the world, and I think that's a change. So wouldn't it be great if everyone could live with that kind of awareness? And I hope we can tell the next generation that it's okay to feel anxious or think that you're not okay. Anyway, I think it's important to have the desire to make some kind of change. Even if it's something small. If you have an extra dollar bill in your pocket, give it to someone who needs it. In addition to that, in a world that is so cruel and full of misery, I think it's important not to be afraid to live your life to the fullest for yourself and make yourself as happy as possible.

── Are you guys happy now? Ray: I'm happy. Frank: Me too. A healthy body and a happy mind is enough.

[rottin6]

@jegulus-microfic | locket, december 12. | 341 words.

“I want you to draw me, Reg.” A gentle breeze flickers through the curtains and James shivers. His hand clutches onto the locket around his neck. “Wearing this. Only this.”

Regulus pauses momentarily, his head lifting when James speaks and his eyes falling all over the older boy. A moment passes before Regulus reaches for a pillow on the opposite end of the couch to him and he throws it straight at James.

“We are not doing this, James, for crying out loud.”

“But why?” James wails, huffing as he picks up the pillow, using it to cover himself as he sits beside his boyfriend. “You’re a good artist, and I have a good body, so what’s the issue?”

Regulus smiles, turning his body to face James. His gaze flutters downwards every so often, but he can’t be blamed if James wants to sit shirtless, really. “The issue,” he begins. “is this is not 1912, and we are not on a ship.”

James groans, falling back into the couch, the pillow dropping as he does so. “Not good enough.”

Regulus shakes his head, letting the cat in his lap go before leaning back into James. The TV plays in front of them, and Regulus recalls watches Titanic a couple months back. Had he known that James would divulge into this obsession, he wouldn’t have chosen the film.

And now, James is stark naked next to him, and Regulus loves it just as much as he hates it.

“If I drew you, it wouldn’t be good enough.” Regulus runs a hand over James’ arm, feeling the cold on his skin. He gulps, “I-it wouldn’t do all of you justice, James. It just wouldn’t.”

James looks down at him, the brown in his eyes gleaming. “I don’t care.” He says. “I want you to.”

The low hum of the TV echoes in the back, and Regulus leans up. “Really?”

“I’m sat here freezing my balls off for Pete’s sake, so yes. Really.”

[cyandreamz]

Mimi and Dudley fanart

A bit ago I decided to draw the Landgraab siblings (Twins?) from Sims bustin' out. Unfortunately I don't really enjoy how I drew them (especially Dudley, for some reason he was really difficult for me to draw) but, I'm glad I finished up in the end and, look forward to drawing them both better in future :D

Now for context behind the sketches (yes I only just learnt how to add the keep reading thingy):

Decided that I wanted to push myself to draw a side profile, as I often default to drawing characters head on or 3/4 angle. Because this is Mimi, she's flipping someone (probably Dudley or Pat) off as well.

Then I immediately felt like drawing her face on XD, the lollipop is just there to give her hand something to hold so it's not just her head and shoulders (though I'm not the biggest fan of how it looks)

Was struggling to draw him in a way that wasn't boring, than I remembered how often he would be in the hot tub when I played bustin' out, so that's why his shirtless in a tub talking about burgers.

Tried drawing a full body pic, really don't like the result, I think the face just looks too off for me :(

[lexmista]

Roronoa Zoro, 181 cm, 21 y.o.

One Piece

N, R and SR cards design

one piece is very popular, and i'm not sure if zoro needs an introduction.

i really like melonteee video about him, if you have the time, you should totally watch it!

very strong, very determined, sometimes silly stupid, and very straightforward, nods nods best himbo ✨️

i've been watching one piece sincee... i wanna say 2014, i quickly catch up to releasing episodes, and was religiously watching every week. around wholecake island i got very inpatient with filler episodes, so i started reading manga.

i remember i had one piece oc that joined straw hat crew and was in love with zoro 🩷 ofcourse. hehe, her whole joke that she had no boobs in one piece world where every girl has big big bazongaz...

uh, but i need to talk about zoro and my designs!!

anyways, dunno why, really, but i really liked zoro, and i started brainstorming this whole nu isekai thing he was one of my top picks for the crew >:3c

really proud of Rare outfit i drew for him, it looks very cool, teehee! i like layered crop-tops for zoro. omg, points, he's basically shirtless all the time!

(gifs from one piece)

another human *does a lil dance*, i like how this list started with yokais and ends with humans ✨️

zoro has a green gem in his left ear. *points and jumps* yes-yes one of his iconic earrings contains his gem!

his conterpart is quincy, which i think is fitting, both buff and strong, both humans.

they found each other by accident in port, both wondering about longing for the sea. they bonded over their similar experiences and mutual love of boose.

like i mentioned in post about julian, zoro met with him in water territory.

zoro and julian traveled on ships to different adventures. some were uneventful, some more exciting. after roughly a year, both men returned to klein kingdom, settling in water territory.

renting a simple apartment. they formed a tight bond, sometimes they flirt with each other, and they can share bed a few times, but they don't consider themselfs lovers or a couple, friends with benefits if you will!

i imagine zoro would find some great swords in nu: cafnival world in his travels, drawn to them by their legendary power (or something like that). yeah, it's no kuina's wado or cursed sandai kitetsu, but it's not the same life or story, so it would be fitting for him to find new blades filled with new meanings and powers.

[sir-subpar]

Is Fachan trans?

and why did you draw him shirtless in that post?

Yes, he is

Fachnan is an old oc of mine who I've had a lot of ideas for but haven't fully explored as much as I would like.

I thought about reimagining him, and I might still do it, but right now I'm working on a big project with a friend of mine and it's taking up a lot of my time.

Anyway, Fachnan is an old bounty hunter/demon character idea I had. Basically he brings human Souls to the underworld in exchange for demonic payment. Whether that be the currency they have in the underworld or for favors, he'll do it.

Because it was meant to be Hell, he targets bad / sinful people. That's his job.

On his battle axe, his weapon of choice, I drew some small details on it. Those details being that he had tiny flags hanging from the edge of it.

The trans flag, asexual flag, and aromantic flag. People noticed.

So, when somebody pointed it out, and mentioned it in my ask box, I drew a picture of him without his shirt on showing his top sergery scars with him saying "Trans Rights"

I admit now that it's not my best drawn art. It's pretty old now, I think I drew it in 2019-2020(ish?) As you can see, not my most experienced or clean work.

I didn't really know how to draw scars back then. It was my first time drawing top surgery scars/marks.

It was pretty early on in my transition, and before I really came out to my family. So I guess he was kind of an experiment for myself? I was trying to find my footing of how I wanted to explore my journey as a trans man. How I wanted to incorporate that into some of my writing.

So I kept thinking of concepts.

I thought about making him a character with a story of change and redemption.

The beginning of his arc, before his character development, showed his lack of faith or empathy in humanity, seeing them as little more than targets, as the only humans he'd interact with normally were people bound for Hell to begin with.

But with time, and help from a guardian angel named Gabel (genderfluid/non-binary) He would become more of a protector of good, rather than a force that perpetuated bad.

Fachnan and Gabel, to me, were going to be a story about finding that middle ground. That complex and nuanced moral grey areas.

However, at the time, I wasn't really sure how to go about it.

So I kind of left that story on the Shelf. Playing around with the characters and designs before fully getting into this philosophical theme.

So, Fachnan became more comedic, as I still enjoyed drawing his character even if I hadn't really finished planning his story yet, and I guess he kind of became this funny symbol of... exaggerated rebellious spirit? This unapologetic trans/aroace man was fun to doodle.

So yeah, while as far as my work goes, he's kind of unpolished and incomplete, he's always going to have a special place in my heart.

...

You know what? I think I finally know what I'm going to do for this pride month!

Time for a redraw!

I've been thinking about reimagining him lately, and I think I have some ideas.

[writer1queenjaysblog]

I can't live without you baby! Modern human au

Yandere boyfriend Lo'ak x oc! Warning ⚠️: yandere behavior, crazy Lo'ak, stalking, obsessed, s*icide Romeo and Juliet style, near death , smut

When Sho'ree met Lo'ak she thought he was a your regular neighbor bad boy but that wasn't the case. He was different..very different not in a bad way but in a scary, dark, not normal way like he was off really off.

His parents Jake and Neytiri didn't know that he was crazy crazy he was deeply obsessed with her the moment he saw her she is the younger sister of Ao'nung the guy he had beef with since middle and high school but they're frienemies basically.

But when she met him she was intrigued by him by his vibe and aura everything about him was just amazing everything about her drew him to her and drew her to him like a moth to a flame.

They were like addictive drugs to each other one can't be without the other Sho'ree would be fine without her other half but Lo'ak was a different matter. He's panic if he doesn't see, hear, feel his darling baby next to him he's a whole train wreck without her so much that he smokes to calm himself.

He introduced her to drugs like weed they're get high together and things would go south or hit the fan like it he doesn't see or hear her when his high daze is over he'll go into a frenzy throwing things, breaking things, shouting only for her to rush out of the kitchen seeing the coffee table flipped over and things thrown across the room.

He of course would apologize but he also knows that he can't be without her at all if she doesn't tell him where she's going he's cry no cap he'd cry like sobbing while high after destroying their living room on the floor calling her with tears in his eyes and then bloodshot red not just from crying but he was high out of his mind.

He's sweet with her such the perfect gentleman but with a hot temper one guy tried to start something by cat calling her and pushing him only for Lo'ak to knock him unconscious.

She never saw Lo'ak that angry he told her that he did to protect her and she knew that but she also knew something wasn't right so she told him about anger management but it wasn't any help he was just too much for them to handle when they tried tests to see what provoke him and things would south real quick.

Her mother Ronal told her that this isn't healthy with her being a doctor and having friends in the mental health work background Lo'ak might be insane and that's exactly what he was she figured that out when she tried to break things off with him on their 4 year anniversary. He was excited to propose to her but she said no and said she wanted to break up.

He snapped. He was delusional and was saying she was joking laughing but she wasn't. "Lo'ak I'm serious I want to end this I'm not right for you."

She said oh how sweet she was her eyes, her beautiful body, her pretty face, her sweet voice and smile and cute face and giggles is what got him through the day. Once again she failed at breaking up with him. He kissed her in on her neck suckling and biting her shoulder "Lo'ak.. Lo'ak..ohh Lo- Lo stop it." She moaned as he smirked as he knew what he was doing he's done this before.

When she tried to break up he'd get her high with sex and his touch.

"Lo'ak..please stop this. I'm not your woman anymore!"

Lo'ak smirked "Yeah..you are. I got my mind on you..please baby saying yes to heaven is like saying yes to me..I'll make you feel as if you were in heaven."

6 months later

Lo'ak was stalking Jada he couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. Jada had a white satin dress with white heels. Lo'ak looked amazed by her body. "So..beautiful my angel."

Things got worse. Lo'ak was deeply obsessed with her, he wanted her.

Lo'ak kidnapped her "Why..why couldn't you be mine?! Why pookie!?" He said shirtless, he was drunk holding a knife "I..couldn't..I'm not for you-"

Lo'ak yelled "YOU WERE SUPPOSE TO BE WITH ME!!"

He said tears in his eyes, he was freaking out. Sho'ree got out of her binds she running to the stairs out of the basement.

Lo'ak turned "No!"

He grabbed her hair, but she slipped from his grasp he then pushed her only for her to hit her head. She was out like a light, a gash on her head.

Lo'ak felt his heart stop. "Sho'ree? Sho'ree..baby? Please wake up..please! I'm sorry, please wake up!" He felt panic. He tried to wake her but nothing "Baby, baby please baby say something!"

Lo'ak held her against his chest "Please, if you wake up I'll make you happy. I..I'll be the best man for you."

Lo'ak saw a knife and stabbed himself in the abdomen "I..can't live without you in my life.. let's say yes to heaven together."

He passed out. Jake and Neytiri later found them calling the ambulance 🚑.

In the hospital 🏥

Sho'ree woke up "Where am I?"

Her parents were there too

Tonowari spoke "Your in the hospital dear. Lo'ak kidnapped you and things went south."

Said her father

"But Jake and Neytiri are with him."

Said her mother Ronal.

8 months later

Sho'ree and Lo'ak were arguing

"YOU ALMOST KILLED ME! AND YOURSELF!!"

"I love you sho'ree..I do...please baby don't go. I was drunk, out if my mind, hurt, heart broken, I Was lost without you pookie."

Her heart melted, and she tried to resist, but of course, it happened again.

The next thing she knew her clothes were off and she was with Lo'ak

Sho'ree "Lo'ak! Ahh yes! Oh Lo'ak, Lo'ak yes harder!"

Lo'ak smirked biting his lip "Anything for you princess. Your my love, my everything. I love you."

Sho'ree "I love you too Lo'ak, oh fuck- yes I love you! My Lo'ak!"

In the end what else can be said or done? Maybe they were meant for each other? If so let it be.

That's all, folks! The end!

[drspiral666]

I decided to make a short fic of Dr. Eggman reminiscing about his first time living with Dr. Spiral before they got married. 😊

Story below. Enjoy my baddies 🦇 💜

Credits:

The shirtless Eggman model was ported to MMD by: SAB64 on Deviantart and belongs to SEGA.

I drew his pajamas. ^^

The stage was found on a Japanese website.

Effects used:

Fire particle x.

Shadow Overlay x.

Vintage x.

Living with a vampiress.

Written by Dr. Spiral.

It was a cloudy night in The Mirror Kingdom, Eggman was reminiscing about those few days before he got married. The fireplace was lit, and he had a cup of coffee next to him.

“It wasn't like anything I've dealt with before. I thought after that meeting with her father all my fears would be gone. Oh how I was wrong.”

Eggman put his feet up on a foot stool as he relaxed.

“Now how was I so afraid of this relationship? Spiral said to me personally she wouldn't hurt me or betray me, well dealing with a vampiress this powerful in hypnosis I couldn't be sure.”

Eggman took a sip of his coffee.

“So when I first slept with Spiral in her bed it felt good but I kept getting nervous. She of course felt that as she tapped my shoulder.”

It cuts to a memory of them in bed.

“Eggy, you're still nervous aren't you?”

Spiral asked Eggman.

“I keep forgetting you can read emotions.”

Eggman replied with a sigh.

“Yeah I am, I know you said you won't betray me or anything but this feeling won't go away.”

“Well I can make that awful feeling go away my dear, I am good at hypnosis you know~”

Spiral rubbed his shoulders.

Eggman smiled awkwardly as his body relaxed.

“Sure Spiral, I'd like that.”

Spiral smiled as she lays on top of him, she waves her finger in a circular motion in front of his eyes, imitating a spiral.

“Now just relax my dear Eggy, watch my finger go round and round. Notice how it's like a spiral, drawing you in~”

A faint spiral appears as she keeps going.

“Yes, relax..”

Eggman couldn't move as his body was relaxed as his mind was foggy. His eyes flutter as he sleeps. Deeply entranced as he smiles.

“Now my dear I want you to imagine your feelings of nervousness fading away, as if it's being drained from your subconscious. My voice guiding you deeper and deeper, now when I snap my fingers your constant nervousness will be gone as you'll sleep for the rest of the night. When you wake up you'll feel refreshed.”

Spiral snaps her fingers as she turns off the lights and snuggles up with him.

Eggman smiles a bit.

“She sure does know how to make me feel better.”

Eggman said to himself as he looked at the fireplace.

“But that was just one problem solved. The next came after our wedding ceremony.”

Rose the vampire bat flies towards you.

“Hi guys it's me Rose, this would get a little bit spicy so I'll just wrap it up for you. Basically Eggman cried and Spiral had to help him as he agreed to be hypnotized to continue. Fun fact about that one guys, that's why Eggman loves Spiral's hypnosis wee!”

Rose flies off.

“Damn it Rose! Ugh.”

Eggman shakes his head.

“Well I guess I'm done for now. I'm going to kick that bat's butt.”

Eggman gets up and angrily goes after Rose.

[maxillness]

Sir Lewis || LH44 x gf!Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, sir kink, humping, oral (m), fingering, sub!lewis

Wordcount: 1k

She woke up to an empty bed. It wasn’t abnormal, she just didn’t want to

Lewis was always on a walk with Roscoe before she woke up, but they were usually also always back before she woke up

Instead of laying around and waiting for her boyfriend to come back, she decided to make breakfast for him when he got back

“Mmh. Smells amazing out here” Lewis said, entering the kitchen “Good morning, baby” He captured her lips in his, holding her waist “You taste like bacon”

She chuckled before say good morning back “Good morning, Sir” She smirked lightly, seeing the blush that crept up on his cheeks

She knew he had a sir kink, and she used it her advantage “You’re no fair” He pouted, kissing her cheek

It was a quiet day, not much going on. She was hurtled up on the couch, laying across it before he entered the room

“There’s my good little Sir” She chuckled, pulling the blanket up, indicating for him to lay on her

“Little? I’m bigger than you” He said, hiding his heated cheeks in the crook of her neck

“Yeah, but as long as you get submissive under my touch, then you’re gonna be little” She chuckled, her nails grazing along his shirt covered back

“I’m not little” He said, his lips ghosting over her skin

“Little Sir Lewis Hamilton” She said, setting a teasing tone while saying ‘sir’

“Stop it” He whispered, almost a whimper

“Why? Afraid you’ll get a boner and I won’t do anything about it, hm?” She asked, and you could clearly hear the smirk in her voice

“Yes” This time, it was a whimper. She loved knowing she was the only who could hear his pretty sounds

His shirt had been lifted slightly up, giving her fingers access to graze his skin “Please…” He had subconsciously started grinding against her thigh

She put her hand on the back of his neck, making him raise his head, looking at her. She kissed him softly while hips were still moving

“Bedroom?” She mumbled against his lips. He nodded “Good. Up” She smacked his ass softly as he got off of her

He intertwined their fingers as she pulled him with her into the bedroom

They had barely entered before his hands was all over her as well as his lips

“Off. Please” His hands were tugging lightly at the band of her shirt

She took it off, revealing her braless tits. She went back to kiss her, but was stopped with her hands on his chest

“I’m not gonna be the only one shirtless” She said before pulling his shirt over his head

He grabbed her waist, pushing her towards the bed. He laid her down gently, kissing just above her breasts

His hands traveled down her body and landed on the waistband of her shorts. He hooked his fingers into them, pulling them down slowly

“Can you go any slower, Sir?” She asked with a teasing tone

He pulled her shorts down the rest of the way, and went up to pull her panties down, this time faster

He spread her legs slightly, kissing the insides of her thighs. He bit down softly at her skin, making her buck her hips

“Lewis” She whined low, tugging slightly at his braids “Get to it, Sir” Her tone was back to teasing

His cheeks heated up again, but he did nothing to hide it this time. He instead drew his tongue through her folds, drawing out a pleasured sigh from her

She started grinding down onto his tongue when he started flicking her clit “Fuck, just like that” She arched her back when two of his fingers slowly entered her

He started slowly moving his fingers, curling them along the way, making her thighs shake

“Doing so good for me” She said as he sped up, making her thighs shake rapidly “Fuck, yes. Keep going”

She was grinding down on this face and fingers, not really giving her extra pleasure, but it was feeling so good for her

She was starting to feel that all to familiar feeling in her gut. The heat radiating off of her skin

“Fuck, ‘m gonna come” It was the only warnings she gave him before coming around his fingers

“Tastes so good, baby” He hummed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand

“You tell me that every time” She chuckled “Get up here and let me fuck you” He got off of the bed quickly, pulling his sweats and boxers down in one go, stepping out of them

He was about to get onto of her, but she turned them around, hovering over him. Her lips traveled all the way from his abdomen and up to his lips

“Please” He was grabbing her hips, trying to push her down onto him “I need you, please” He bucked her hips up when she wouldn’t let him guide her down onto him

She spit in her palm, stroking him a few times before lining her entrance up with his cock. They both let out low moans as she sank down

“Taking me so well, baby” She said, a slight smirk on her lips as he screwed his eyes shut, already a moaning mess

“So submissive under my touch” She said, starting to move slowly “Little Sir Lewis Hamilton” Her tone was teasing

His hips bucked up, meeting her thrusts half-way “Filling me up so good” The sound of skin against skin was filling the room as well as their mixed sounds

She could feel his thrusts starting to get sloppy, his body starting to shake slightly

“You’re gonna come for me, Lewis?” He nodded, not able to get out words

She slid her hand down to her clit, starting to toy with it “Come for me, Sir~” That stirred something in him, pulling him over the edge

He held her down, coming deep inside her, pulling her over the edge as well, her thighs shaking

“Wanna take a shower?” She asked, slipping off of him, kissing his jaw

“No…” He sighed “Too tired” He whined once she got off of the bed

He flinched a little when the contact between his body and the damp towel, but he relaxed as she finished up

She settled down beside Lewis, pulling him into her arms as she pulled the sheets over them