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Congratulations, Feliks!
Based on the “There can only be blond” poll by @acemapleeh !
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hii can i request pierre gasly drabble where he gets jealous/upset after a race because it didn’t go well for him and max who won got congratulated by reader before checking on pierre. he feels like insecure bc max is a “better” driver etc can you make it like comforting where reader tells him he’s the only one she loves 💗
pairing: pierre gasly x reader
a/n: hi my lovely!! thank you for requesting, i hope you liked it :) also
general psa to everyone: ive still got a few requests lined up to work on, so please dont worry!! im definitely gonna post your request soon enough hehe ily thank you for understanding 💘
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Imola Grand Prix 2022. Pierre was disappointed with how the race turned out for him. He was sulking over the fact that he got P12 when it could’ve been better. The previous weekends after Bahrain scored him some points, why were the odds not in his favor for this one?
It was safe to say that he was upset. In all honesty, he was glad your schedule was free so you could come along for this race weekend. He just wanted to hold you in his arms, so he could feel a little bit better.
As Pierre got out of his car, Yuki jogged up to him as they walked back to the garage together.
“Hey, congratulations, Yuki,” Pierre smiled as he placed an arm around his younger teammate, “P7’s a fantastic comeback.”
“Thank you, Pierre,” Yuki smiled back at him, “You drove good though. You’ll get those points next weekend.”
“You better watch out then,” Pierre chuckled as he ruffled up Yuki’s hair, squinting his eyes at the sight before him, “Wanna catch dinner with me and Y/N tonight?”
Yuki shrugged as he chugged down his water, “I don’t want to intrude.”
Pierre rolled his eyes and patted Yuki’s shoulder, “You know we love your company. I’ll see you later, okay?”
Nodding in response, Yuki waved as he walked back to his driver’s room to change his clothes before going back to the hotel.
Pierre frowned upon approaching what was not pleasing to his ego after the race.
“Congratulations, Max!” You smiled as you stopped walking to greet your boyfriend’s fellow driver, “Great race.”
“Oh, thank you, Y/N,” Max smiled as he put his towel around his neck, “A fun race after all. It’s nice to see you around the paddock again.”
Nodding in response as you put your hands in your pockets, “Mhm, I got some time off work, so I wanted to support Pierre. Hard to miss the previous races so I’m making it up to him.”
Max noticed Pierre walking up behind you, so he smiled at you, “You two are lucky to have each other. I gotta go, hope to see you at the next race, Y/N.”
“See you, Max!” You smiled as you waved goodbye to the Dutch driver.
Turning around, you spotted your boyfriend a few steps away. You smiled softly as you walked up to meet him in the middle, hugging his waist, “Pierre, congratulations, my love.”
“Yeah, P12. Not a great result,” He mumbled nonchalantly as he patted your back softly, “Max did great though, hm?”
“Uh…yeah. It was a tough race,” You said as you held onto his hand, walking back to his driver’s room, “You fought hard, baby.”
“Not hard enough,” He scoffed as he pulled his hand away before entering the room and sitting on the bed, “Stupid weekend.”
“Hey…” You frowned as you stood in the doorway, not wanting to further invade his space, “What’s wrong?”
“Max is a better driver, isn’t he?”
“What are you talking about, Pierre?”
“I saw you talking to him earlier,” He mumbled as he sat down and patted the towel on his face before setting it beside him, “Like salt rubbing on the wound, Y/N.”
Looking at him in disbelief, you frowned as you crossed your arms, “What? Am I not allowed to talk to other people now? You know that I’m faithful to you!”
“It’s not that,” Pierre replied as he pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing, “Just feels like shit. I don’t do well in the race then I see you talking to the guy who took the win.”
“What am I supposed to do? Ignore him?” You replied as confusion was written all over your face, “Baby, I didn’t want to be rude. I couldn’t just walk past the guy without greeting him!”
“You’re supposed to be there for me!” He huffed as he leaned back against the wall, fumbling with his fingers, “I just- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.”
“Can you please calm down first?” You sighed as you stepped closer to him, taking both his hands in yours, “Deep breaths, baby.”
Pierre nodded, following what you asked him to do, before he sat up and pulled you closer as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
“I’m sorry,” He mumbled as his cheek was pressed against your stomach, “It’s frustrating when I don’t get points…I should’ve not been jealous or taken it out on you, mon ange.”
Running your fingers through his hair as you hummed, “It’s okay. I understand your frustrations, baby. I’m always going to be here for you, through ups and downs, remember?”
“Through ups and downs.”
“I love you. With all that I am, Pierre.”
“Je t'aime, mon ange.” I love you, my angel.
bonus scene!
“You invited Yuki to our dinner tonight?”
Pierre smiled as he got inside his side of the car and nodded, “I couldn’t help it. I don’t want him to be alone inside his hotel room in this beautiful country.”
You turned to him and raised an eyebrow, “I’m starting to wonder whether I’m your girlfriend or your beard.”
“What the hell is a beard?” Pierre asked, confusion lacing his tone, “Obviously, you’re my girlfriend.”
“For me to know and for you to find out,” You smiled teasingly at him as you pinched his cheek, “Now go drive, my best friend’s waiting for us.”
“Best friend?” He scoffed as he shook his head and drove to the restaurant, “I’m his best friend.”
Rolling your eyes, you shoved the phone to his hand, showing a text from Yuki that read: ‘Ok bestie! Have a safe drive :)’
“Pfsh, that’s just it.”
Laughing, you shook your head as you leaned your head back on the car seat, “Jealousy looks good on you, Pierre.”
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draft of chapter two for the fic! working title right now is “Hell and Other Things That Don’t Suit Us”. once again this chapter will probably be edited before i’m able to post it to ao3. for now i want to post to tumblr bc i need the motivation of knowing people are aware i’m doing something lol
Angel walked alone down the road, hands in his pockets, only looking around occasionally to see if anyone was nearby. It was late, somehow later than he was use to being kept at work. Valentino kept him back for more of the usual and Angel was tired, exhausted even. He wanted to just get back to the hotel and crash into his bed. Tomorrow he had nothing going on and so he was already formulating his plan for the day in his head. He had to admit to himself, it was exciting. Redemption was possible and that crazy princess proved it. He had a shot, small as it may be, to get away from it all. From Val. To Molly. It was possible. It felt new to him to have a sense of direction in his afterlife and it felt incredible, though if anyone asked him he’d certainly downplay it. Val had jabbed at him over it despite Angel not saying anything out loud. Called him and every other sinner who dared to hope a chump. Perhaps it could be more motivation that Val had zero interest in redemption, he’d never see Heaven and that meant Angel would never see him again if he succeeded. Tired as he was he still had a slight pep in his step as he made his way to the hotel through the dark city streets.
As he turned a corner he saw two other Hell residents making their way through the darkened streets, dimly lit enough that he make out only their shapes. A tall figure was being followed by a shorter one, the taller one having horns that added considerable height. Did Imps grow that big? With a shake of his head he decided he didn’t actually care. They were walking in his direction, though considerably slower than him, as if they weren’t sure of each step they took. As he was gradually approaching them, ready to cross paths and probably never think of them again, he caught parts of their conversation. Or, the taller figures conversation with the air maybe.
“But you know what I mean Lute, this place is a dump,” Angel listened as the tall one, a man by the sound of his voice, rambled on, “a real shitshow. What the fuck are we gonna do?” Oh? Wayward souls perhaps?
“Well, sir, I imagine it’s a free for all down here. We may have to figure it out as we go along.” The shorter of the two, a woman he now knew was named Lute, replied. The man either didn’t listen or didn’t care for her suggestion as he just continued on a new tangent as Angel passed them finally. Not much to go off of, but the two were definitely lost at least. Angel slowed his pace as his thoughts sped up. Helping people is a pretty redeeming quality… and all he’d have to do to get some good boy points is explain what the hotel was and offer to walk them to them there, then it was off his hands and into Charlie’s. He would be helpful while barely having to do anything! Score!
Angel turned on his heels and jogged back up to them, “Uh, hey you two,” He caught their attention. “I couldn’t help overhearing that you two are in some kind of situation.” He gave a winning smile to them, looking back and forth, before realising they were each giving him an unsettled look. Not one he’d have expected from two people who got pulled out of their conversation by a stranger but the kind from people who were downright shocked. The woman in particular looked like she could glare daggers right into him if he said the wrong thing. “Uh. I-I just, heard you talking as I was walkin’ past ya both, it sounded like you were maybe lost?” He was loosing steam. She was unnerving and it didn’t help that the man was ridiculously tall, taller than he had expected up close. It was odd to see someone so close to human but just adjacent enough that she left him unsettled. The only other people he’d met down here who came this close to human had been Charlie and Vaggie so far, and Charlie growing horns occasionally kind of took away from that perception. At least the man, large as he was, had the familiarity of a more inhuman face. “I might just keep walking, I’m sorry to bother ya both!”
“Wait.” Lute spoke finally breaking her stony gaze with a blink. “What help could you possibly offer?” It seemed less like an acceptance and more like a challenge.
“Yeah spindle-slut, what’s your game here?” The man joined, hands on his hips. Angel was beginning to wonder if this was actually going to be worth the effort. They didn’t truly know just yet what redeemed a sinner, he was taking a shot in the dark here because he had been under the assumption this would be easy, a quick invitation and then he was done. It seemed these two were more down for a challenge than anything.
“Okay big boy, keep the names to a minimum when we’re not in the bedroom, capeesh?” Angel saw the woman’s eyes narrow at that. Human as she appeared she still resembled a bird of prey, yellow eyes and feathered neck. “What I was going to say is that if yous are lost I know somewhere that takes people in for free. All you gotta do is play along with with some goody two shoes bullshit and you get a hotel room with no other strings attached. There’s been comerciales for it, the Hazbin Hotel?”
The woman stepped closer to Angel in an aggressive manner, sidestepping the man who looked like he been slapped in the face.
“We have zero interest in some crackpipe dream from a hellspawn like that princess, do you hear me?” The energy radiating from her sucked out the last bit of motivation Angel had for attempting his good deed for the day.
“Okay.” Angel stepped back. “Whatever toots, see ya never.” Angel turned on his heels and strode away. What a waste of time, if he stuck around a second longer he was sure he’d have had to pull out his guns from their hiding place. That conversation was a waste of time and effort, and now he was even more ready to crash in bed the second he got back to the hotel. At least he could say he gave it a shot. Maybe the fact that he tried would count towards whatever toll he was trying to fill.
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Felipe Drugovich - Is There Somewhere
Pairing: Felipe Drugovich x female!reader (+ Clément Novalak x bff!reader)
Warnings: none really, fluff, swearing
Words: 3.6k
Song rec: loosely based on Is there somewhere by Halsey
Author’s note: this took me so long bc I decided to play around with a different pov only to come to the conclusion that I hate it but at that point I’d already written most of it so decided to post it anyway 🤠 Gonna be writing more for Felipe so any other ideas are welcome!! Not proofread. Feedback very much appreciated!! Enjoy xx
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“Felipe”
It rolled off your tongue like you were made to say his name. Even with just that one word, Felipe knew what you wanted to say, your gaze switching between his eyes and his lips a few times. You were so close to him that Felipe was sure he’d remember every single freckle that adorned your beautiful face.
He let his hand wander up slowly, caressing your cheek before both of you started leaning in…
THUD
A loud knock pulled Felipe right out of the dream he was having, making him shoot up in a panic. He ran his hands over his face and sighed as he tried to shake the image of you from his mind.
Seven nights.
This was the seventh consecutive night where you’d ended up in his dreams one way or the other. No matter how hard he tried, Felipe just couldn’t shake you.
Whoever was at his hotel room door at this hour was growing impatient, the knocks increasing in frequency and intensity before he even had the chance to get out of bed.
Felipe had a feeling he knew exactly who would be on the other side of the door.
“Felipe, mate! Pretty please open the door for your teammate?”
The stark contrast between hearing his name from Clem’s mouth after hearing it whispered softly by you in his dream made Felipe pauze, letting his forehead drop against the door as he took a deep breath.
When he finally opened the door, Clement all but fell into the room, stumbling slightly before regaining his balance.
“Jeez, what took you so long??” he sighed dramatically, slurring his words.
“Mate, you're drunk, go to your own room” Felipe answered, but he could tell from the determined look on Clem’s face that getting him out of here would be near impossible.
“Actually, I’m not going anywhere until we…have a little talk” Clem said as he nonchalantly plopped down on the edge of the hotel bed, patting the space next to him. The mischievous look in his eyes made Felipe’s skin crawl.
He loved Clem like a brother, but nothing good had ever come from that look.
“You do know that we can talk during the day, like normal people do, right?”
“Oh but what would be the fun in that?” Clem replied mockingly.
Felipe considered his options for a few seconds, but quickly came to the conclusion that once Clem got something in that head of his, he wasn’t going to stop until got what he wanted. So he reluctantly shuffled over to the bed and sat down next to him.
“Marcus and I have decided that we need to stage an intervention” Clem crossed his arms in determination as the words left his mouth, “We can’t let this go on any longer”
“Mate, what are you talking about?”
“You’ve been skipping every night out with us for months now…and don’t give me the ol’ I need to focus on racing excuse, because you even stayed in after Barcelona. I mean, what kind of psycho wins the sprint and the feature race and then spends his night alone in his bloody hotel room?!” Clem was gesticulating dramatically, partly because of the alcohol, partly because it’s Clem.
Felipe sighed. He knew it would be about this. The boys had expressed their grievances about Barcelona for weeks on end. In the beginning of the year it was easy to come up with excuses, because it was his third year in f2 and it was now or never for him.
Then he started winning, and now his friends are wondering why he can’t have one night of fun in between all the work. Felipe didn’t have to wonder why, he already knew the answer. It was you.
From the exact moment Clem wandered into the MP garage with you by his side, Felipe was in awe of you.
Beautiful, soft-spoken, but you could make everyone in the room laugh with just a single comment.
At first, Felipe feared you might have been there with Clement as his girlfriend, but when Clem introduced you those worries were luckily tossed to the side. You were childhood best friends, more like a sister to Clem if anything. You’d decided to follow him around a bit during your gap year, wanting to see the world and acting as MP’s free social media person, camera always present around your neck.
Felipe initially thought his little crush would dissipate soon, until the Jeddah race when you’d come up to him while he was preparing to get in the car.
“Good luck out there today” you’d said with a soft smile, “I think it’s gonna go your way today”
“How do you know?” he had asked timidly. You just raised your shoulders nonchalantly, “just…feels like you deserve it” shooting him one last knowing look before turning on your heels and out of the garage.
Despite only having met you a few days ago, he felt a strange connection between the two of you, something he’d never felt before.
He won that race, and you had subsequently taken up residence in his brain. He thought about you in the car, during the debriefs, and now in his sleep too. He couldn’t escape you, even though he’d been trying hard enough.
Since Jeddah, Felipe had done everything in his power to keep himself in check. This was his year. His championship to lose. If he allowed himself to get distracted and fail, he would never forgive himself.
So he kept his distance from you, not allowing himself to get further than the friendly conversations in the paddock. When he knew you would go out with the boys, he stayed in, sure that the way he felt when you were around would only be intensified in a casual setting with some alcohol involved. He was doing the right thing, keeping both of you safe. You were none the wiser and he couldn’t get hurt.
“Hello?? Earth to Felipe” Clem was shaking him by the shoulder lightly, the look on his face a mix of disbelief and worry, “see, this is exactly what I mean, you keep disappearing, mate, and I don’t just mean physically”
“Clem, it’s just the championship getting to me, it’s..a lot of pressure” Felipe ran a hand through his curls, feeling just as disheveled as he probably looked after just being woken up at four in the morning, “I don’t want to mess it up. I can’t afford to.”
Clem nodded, looking defeated as he pushed himself off the bed with a sigh. He seemed to have somewhat sobered up as his own fatigue caught up with him, but Felipe could tell that this discussion was far from over.
Right before he got to the door, Clement stopped in his tracks, seemingly debating with himself before throwing one last comment Felipe’s way.
“She thinks you hate her, you know” he sounded uncharacteristically serious for once.
Felipe perked up at once, not needing a name to know exactly who Clem was talking about . What?
“I’m not an expert, but I do know you, and I’m pretty fucking sure that is not the case. So just…sort your shit out. Please.”
Felipe sat frozen in place on the bed as the door fell shut behind Clem.
You thought he hated you?
Even just the idea of it sounded so ridiculous, especially after he’d been dreaming about you less than ten minutes ago.
Sure, he wanted to keep you at a safe distance, far enough so that his judgment wouldn’t be clouded, but this was not how far he wanted to push it.
No, this wasn’t right, and he needed to fix it.
Felipe paced around the room for a moment, fighting the urge to somehow find your room and explain himself. Ultimately, he decided against an impromptu confession at this hour of the night and forced himself to get back in bed.
He made a silent promise to himself to handle the situation differently next race weekend. Maybe he could even be friends with you. Maybe.
When sleep finally found him again, he dreamt of you.
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The next race weekend came and went in the blink of an eye. For an outsider, it looked like Zandvoort was shaping up to be the best weekend of Felipe’s life. It was, to an extent.
P1 in the feature race made it so he was almost sure of the title next week in Monza.
Despite all this, Clem’s comment still lay heavy on Felipe’s shoulders. He was determined to make you realize he wanted to be friends, which was made exponentially more difficult by the fact that he didn’t want to be friends with you at all. Not just friends, that is.
As Felipe entered the MP driver room, drenched in champagne from the podium celebrations, Clem was already inside, scrolling away on his phone. He’d crashed out of the race at one of the restarts so he had already changed out of his suit.
“Congrats again, big man. That title is as good as yours”
Felipe thanked him, but despite Clem’s words he couldn’t shake the feeling that Clem had been distant ever since last sunday. There wasn’t a doubt in Felipe’s mind that Clem was sincerely happy for him, but clearly the discussion had affected him as well.
“So, where’s the party tonight?” Felipe asked as he unzipped his suit, tying it around his waist. If he wanted to make things right, tonight was the night to do it.
Clem looked like he’d just seen a ghost, but his signature smile followed suit. He all but jumped from his chair and slapped an arm around Felipe.
“Yes boy, that’s more like it! You’re buying the first round tonight”
After Clem’s initial excitement had somewhat dimmed, he suddenly sported the same serious look he’d had in the hotel room.
“Y/N’s coming too, just so you know” he said.
Felipe nodded, “yeah, I figured she would”, he stared down at his feet.
“You know she’s like a sister to me, so just…don’t hurt her” Clem spoke, a hand landing on Felipe's shoulder and giving it a squeeze.
“I don’t..that’s literally the opposite of what I want to do. I don’t know why I’m making it so difficult”
“I think you got it bad for her, mate. I get it, that can be scary. Just try not to muck it all up, yeah?”
If somebody had told Felipe at the beginning of the year that Clem would be giving him girl advice, he would have laughed in their face, but here he was. The prospect of getting to see you in a few hours made Felipe’s chest tighten. You had been in the paddock less and less over the last couple of months, and now Felipe could see he was the reason behind your absence.
He hoped that in a week's time, the title would be his, but more importantly, that he’d see your face when he looked down from the podium.
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The club that Marcus and Clem had chosen was about on par with Felipe’s expectations. A dim blue light illuminated the space, people already standing in line at the bar, credit cards in hand, because it was clear you needed a good amount of alcohol to dance to the so-called music blaring from the speakers.
Felipe was more nervous than he’d been before the race, more nervous than he’d been the entire season to be fair. His lack of partying experience made him feel out of place and fidgety as their friend group packed into the club and around one of the small tables near the bar.
Clem hadn’t forgotten about Felipe’s promise to buy the first round, and clearly he had taken it upon himself to spread the word. After a few whoops and hollers from the boys, Felipe conceded and shuffled through the crowd towards the bar.
He was just about to turn around and call one of the boys over to help him carry the drinks when he caught sight of you.
You were standing at the bar, sharing a friendly conversation with a girl he recognized as Liam’s girlfriend while the bartender handed you your drinks.
Felipe stood frozen, all plans of how he would approach you straight out the window as he took you in. You never failed to take his breath away. The excessive noise of the music and the people around him seemed to blur into the distance as he focused solely on you.
While sipping your drink, you suddenly broke out into laughter at something the girl with you had said, reaching out to touch her arm as you doubled over.
Felipe found himself strangely jealous of her, because he would give anything to be the one that made you laugh like that. He was sure that just the feeling of your hand on his arm would single-handedly ruin his ploy to be just friends with you. With you, he would always want more. He couldn’t trust himself.
He was torn out of his haze as he suddenly made eye contact with the girl in front of you. Before he could register what was happening, she leaned forward to whisper something in your ear, causing you to turn and face his direction.
Felipe immediately shifted his gaze down towards his feet, coughing awkwardly before turning his attention back to the drinks on the bar. He wanted to slap himself for chickening out at the first sight of you, but he didn’t feel ready to face you just yet.
Unluckily for him, you didn’t have the same idea.
“What is your problem?”
Felipe almost dropped one of the glasses he was trying desperately to fit into his arms as you appeared next to him. He spun around to face you, mind racing as he tried to remember a single word of the speech he’d rehearsed in his head all night. You didn’t look angry, just confused as your eyes bore into his, refusing to back down before he gave you an explanation for his less than normal behavior. Before he had a chance to respond, Clem appeared from between the crowd.
“Mate, if I’d known it was gonna take you so long I would have had more shots at the pre’s-” Clem stopped his rant directed at Felipe as he took in the scene in front of him. He quickly pieced together that he’d walked in on something he’s not supposed to be a part of, the tension palpable between his two best friends.
“Okay, uh, don’t mind me. I’ll just uh- carry the drinks for you, let you two get back to…”, he gestured between the two of you, “whatever this is” he flashed his signature cheeky smile before shuffling away, cleary ready to tell Marcus all about exactly why the drinks were taking so long.
Felipe took a deep breath, closing his eyes and attempting to collect his thoughts. The last thing he wanted to do was dig himself an even deeper hole just because he was nervous to talk to you. When he opened them, you were still staring at him, your expression softer, hopeful for an explanation.
“Do you want to go somewhere and talk?” he asked timidly.
You looked taken aback by his question, but answered quickly nonetheless.
“Yeah, I’d like that”
Felipe nodded, springing into action as he pushed his way through the crowd. You followed suit but struggled to keep up with him. When Felipe noticed, he extended his hand out to you. You looked at his outstretched hand for a second, but before Felipe had even registered the implications of his offer, your warm hand enveloped his as you shuffled closer to him, allowing him to guide you swiftly towards the exit of the club.
He had been right, earlier, when he thought that one touch of your hand would be enough for him to crumble underneath his feelings for you. The feeling of your intertwined hands made his stomach flutter, and Felipe couldn’t bring himself to let go even after he was greeted by the cool breeze as he stepped out of the club with you in tow.
The silence felt heavy as Felipe continued to guide you along the street, your hand in his indicating the many words left unsaid between you and him. It was only a few minutes before you reached the beach. Finally letting your hand drop from his, Felipe stood at the edge of the sand, contemplating his next move. You decided for him, leaning down to quickly rid yourself of your shoes before jumping into the sand and walking towards the water, Felipe following your example.
“Y/n, I..” Felipe wanted to say so much that he didn’t even know where to start.
“You are really confusing, you know?” you spoke up, facing him head on, hair blowing slightly in the wind, “I never know where I stand with you. Sometimes you act like I'm invisible, other times I catch you staring at me like…” you struggled to find the right words.
“Like what?”
“Like the way you’re staring right now!” you finally replied, “I don’t know what you want from me”
Felipe understood how strange his behavior must look from your point of view. He needed to come clean about everything if he wanted to keep you in his life.
“I’m just overwhelmed by you. When we met at the beginning of the season I thought I could just shake it off, but then in Jeddah..you were in my head after that”
Your expression softens as he speaks, clearly remembering the moment before the race when you’d gone to wish him luck. Perhaps you’d felt it too, the connection between you that had been occupying Felipe’s every thought since. He could only hope so.
“but at the same time I was finally winning, feeling like I had a real shot at the title this year. It was my last chance, my third year…my parents already are giving up so much to give me this opportunity” , Felipe hated how his accent became more prominent whenever he was nervous. It’s the reason he hates doing interviews, but this might be even worse.
“Truth is I was scared” he admitted, “scared of getting hurt, scared that I would mess something up with you or with the racing..so I took the easy way out and just did nothing”
You frowned slightly as you listened to him speak, and Felipe hated that he was the reason for your worried expression.
“but I dream of you. All I do is dream of you”
He instantly felt a weight being lifted off his shoulders at his confession.
“You deserve to know, and I’m sorry for treating you the way I did”
He stared at you expectantly, waiting for you to say something, but you didn’t. His words had clearly rattled you, and for once it was you who was at a loss for words, the only sound breaking the silence being the waves breaking a few meters away.
“Y/n..please say something” Felipe pleaded softly.
He’d expected you to be angry, to say you need time. Maybe, if he was really lucky, you might agree to try and be friends again. What he didn’t expect is for you to respond by kissing him.
You took him by surprise by leaning in and planting a gentle kiss on his lips. You lingered there as your eyes opened, whispering softly as you realized what you’d done “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t of jus-” Felipe cut you off by rejoining your lips, all gentleness now gone as his hands cradled your face while you kissed. Your arms found their way to his waist, knuckled whitening from grabbing onto his shirt.
He’d dreamt about this moment so many times, but even the best of dreams couldn’t compare to having you in real life.
You were lost in eachother as the kiss deepened, tongues working together like you’d kissed each other a thousand times before.
When your lips parted Felipe let his forehead rest against yours, not ready to give up having you so close to him just yet. He could stay in this moment forever if he could.
“One of us should probably say something” you whispered, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.
“So I take it this means you forgive me right?” he asks as he reluctantly lets you take a step back.
“Hmm, I don’t know, I’ll think about it” you replied sarcastically.
“Oh, very funny” Felipe reaches out to tousle your hair in response to your teasing.
You joked and chatted with each other as you made your way back towards the club. If Felipe had his way, he would be alone with you, talking and kissing all night to make up for lost time, but he realized it was best to take things slow.
Once back inside, Clem immediately spotted you together. He looked a mess, hair sticking to his forehead and shirt almost completely unbuttoned for some reason, the night's drinks having their desired effect. Felipe gave you a joking look as Clem made a beeline towards the pair of you.
“There you guys are; I swear I was this close to calling the fu-” he stopped his tirade as his eyes landed on your intertwined hands. A knowing smile appeared on his face as he stepped closer to pat Felipe on the back.
“Bloody knew you had it in you mate”, before turning away in an attempt to locate the boys.
“Oi, Marcus, you owe me fifty bucks, mate!!” he said, pointing towards his two friends.
Felipe rolled his eyes, giving your hand a little squeeze.
He was sure that when he went to sleep that night, he would dream of you again.
Only this time, waking up would be even better.
#felipe drugovich#felipe drugovich fanfic#felipe drugovisch imagine#xreader#masterlist#felipe drugovich fluff#felipe drugovich smut#f2#clement novalak#marcus armstrong#liam lawson
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In real time, who was the last person to make Loki laugh and was there context behind it ?
(Accepting EeL questions again come humor me!!)
🥺🥺 oh god oh no this is SUCH a cute question i……. wish I had an equally as cute and fluffy answer because I most certainly do NOT lmAO UH-
yknow I.,,,, lemme explain something in case i somehow haven’t made this crystal clear even though iiiiii feel like I’ve outlined the circumstances pretty clearly over the years but especially the last few months. Loki’s family is the Elysium palace wholeheartedly, he cares deeply about the people he lives with and is the happiest he’s ever been, especially now lately through this new exciting ongoing tryst with Maci and Tory and ESPECIALLY now lately that they’ve scooped him very possessively into their bed at this moment in time to give him the baby and this is all mushy gushy lovey dovey like living in a dream.
would Loki ever ever ever ever ever ever admit any of that ever EVER?????
absolutely not<3 all that up there and STILL Loki absolutely must keep up appearances in skulking coolly around and glowering scowling OR wryly smirking, all that up there wrt Maci and Tory and he’s STILL SOMEHOW PRETENDING that Ugh Please I don’t Cuddle 😒😒 (?!?!?!?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING THEN) lmfao even re: all these little games in the bedroom with them he’s SUCH a stubborn prideful brat that his safeword only exists bc he otherwise insists on eyerolling and whining and fighting and they can’t fuckin tell the difference (again this is A DREAM COME TRUE also he’s never once tapped out of. anything. brat brat brat. INSUFFERABLE just admit you LIKE them aaAHH)
So UGH I waantttt to be able to coo and say yeah Loki gigglefits while snuggled with his temporary play partners but ffs of cOURSE NOT cause that means they win😒that means admitting he likes all of these people 🙄 it actually was Tory ANYWAY though but not the way you’d think UGH
during that period of constant anxious interrogation between “you really want to have a baby with me???” and “…ok surprise I was already pregnant that whole time.” One of Loki and Tory’s many talks about it, I think I posted bits of it on the other blog, in which Loki kept coming up with “well what about — this? And what about— if this? And if that?” And Tory had an even calm reassuring response for every SINGLE thing Loki threw at him. Finally after Loki was like “okay well what if you and Maci change your minds and you both turn on me or turn on each other BECAUSE of me and this child single-handedly causes the entire downfall of your marriage what THEN checkMATE” and Tory finally was like …..I think you’re just gonna have to trust us on that one
…the god of Lies proceeded to laugh in his face (dragging his hands over his face and collapsing in a defeated heap. “Yeah, I know,” said Tory.)
Anxious laughter of disbelief SHOULDNT really count though so quick addendum. I did actual research into this!! Loki brand genuine laughter before that was *checks notes* oh. uhh. well that’s extremely nsfw. But it was also Tory. lmao lmao kind of. uhhhhhh.
…..hang on scooting over to the nsfwblog again….. right here <33
I’m going to be extremely vague dggdkgkgk, time period this was like, right before Baby Decisions. I’ve mentioned the specific trio dynamic is in which Tory doms Loki but Maci doms them both<333 since really at the end of the day Tory’s a sub leaning switch at heart lmao (did we know this? mwah) and so, well, if Maci’s not there supervising that DOES sometimes make Tory susceptible…… to well, Loki being able to bat his eyelashes and purrtalk his own way out of situations. for example perhaps that key that I keep vaguely mentioning is floating around on a necklace shared by Maci and Tory that I refuse to elaborate further about —
Anyway flipping Tory upside down metaphorically/very physically is ABSOLUTELY grounds for all smug giggles and fun and games!! until Maci comes back and laughs louder and brat-wrangles back to normal 🤦🏻♀️ (it is worth mentioning that horny idiot will continue doing this infinitely to obtain the same result. does the punishment fit the crime??? uh hello absolutely that’s the whole POINT,)
OKAY LEAVING THE NSFW SECTION How about the last person to make him really smile?????? ….help that was also Tory (and Maci). Just last night one half flicker of a real smile very quickly before anyone catches him CAN be obtained with the very easy formula of: snuggle tightly, purr, gib kiss.,, EASY. ohghhhgghh
Anywayyyyyy this answer is perhaps insane but it’s been typed with little to no proofreading at nearly 1 am so. yikes augh THANK U THO
one of my goals in all of this truly is to get One Genuine Gushy Lovey Moment on Loki’s end, let’s laugh and smile and snuggle and PLEASE?!!!?! cause Maci and Tory are soooooooo on top of that like even though they ARE NOT BECOMING A COUPLE (through gritted teeth and insistence!!) I just 🥺 can we get ONE I love you from Loki please eee eee we’ve already got them from Tory and Maci plEEEA A S EEEE—
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tagged by the lovely @licharlo. your support for act of god meant the world to me btw. posting that fic was so intimidating lol.
rules: share the first lines of your ten most recent fanfics and tag ten people. if you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyways.
since i’ve only got three published on ao3, i will be giving spoilers of the two fics (renaissance is now published) i’m currently working on. these are all sebchal btw bc they gave me serious brainrot.
have your words and eat them too
The weekend of Spa was quiet. Almost too quiet.
Aside from a quick reminder to comply with all safety rules and promise to keep the race as clean as possible, the group chat had been silent.
Life was calm.
There laid the problem.
act of god
It all started in Monaco.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true.
It started when Sebastian arrived way before than he should have, riding on a high. He’d taken pole here in 2015, then following a Mercedes nightmare two weeks ago, he nabbed a podium in Spain.
Cocky, but confident, he believed he could find success here again. Maybe even a win.
rouge et blanc
'Today should taste like champagne.
But it doesn’t.'
His phone blinded him, cocooning Charles from the realities of the weekend. There were only three things he knew for certain:
He was sitting on the edge of his bed.
His eyes hurt.
Today did not go like it was supposed to.
renaissance
If asked, people would say he had always been an angel. A bleeding heart. A goodie two-shoes with no personality.
No, Charles had always been a cherub, assigned to the role by the hand of his father, and maybe that was why he turned out the way he did. A success in the line of tragedy. The lighthouse across the lake with a dim beaker.
If asked, people would say it was no surprise why he got along so well with Kimi.
hedonism (current wip, unedited)
Ferrari had a shit 2020 (Charles had a marginally better 2021, though it could hardly be considered spectacular. Not a day passed since then where Charles didn’t wish Sebastian suffered with him instead doing whatever the hell he did that year).
i don’t really know many people on here, so i’m gonna tag a few writers i think are incredibly skilled and are among my favourites (sorry if you’ve been tagged before, i didn’t mention you, or you didn’t want to be tagged - you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to): @meova101 @spearmint-blue @tinyweltmeister @cars-on-the-moon @sunshinesebby @lemonsgovroom @saintlysebchal @effervescentdragon @leqclerc & whoever else feels like doing this :)
#wasn’t sure how much to add#but here you go#/fic crumbs#/my writing = mine#/a bit of fiction#sebchal#f1 rpf#f1 fanfic#i literally haven’t wrote for anyone else omg#i mean does it count if there are side ships?#tagged
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Would you do more imagines for seventeen on love island..? It’s so cute and I love the concept which lead me thinking about like svt/Y/n coming back to casa amore without anyone, or like they win, or the aftermath of love island 🤭💕
for the original svt as love island contestants post, click here!
I have a tiny bit of inspiration to make headcanons abt coming back from casa amor… but only hoshi bc I’m in deep hoshi rot
literally the moment you come into view, he’s beaming- he could not be happier. probably fighting the urge to run and hug you but doesn't wanna mess up the flow of the recoupling
when he realizes no one came with you, he could cry from relief
you’re just like hi !!! did you miss me!! and he’s like i’ve waited 40 days and 40 nights for your safe return…..
like you were only gone for like 4 days but it gave him time to think about how strong your connection is, the new girls were nice but it just wasn’t the same without you
when the boys got a text to pack suitcases for the girls, he finds himself putting waaaay too much effort into picking out clothes for you
you catch up with him about the past few days and he's pouting, he keeps insisting that he was absolutely miserable without you
you're like I believe you babe! it's fine! and he's just like I need you to know the kiss I did to win the house vs. house challenge was The Worst Kiss in existence
it just makes you laugh like he is so silly. expect to be pulled into bed that night, he wants to keep you up all night with banter
you both end up sneaking out of the bedroom and whispering to each other sitting on the stairs just spending time with each other
he's definitely gonna keep you in bed for as long as possible the next morning, to the point where the girls have to bargain with him to let you go get ready
his head is just full of you, I really do think he's just even more clingy now that he has you back again,,, he's just so cute STOP
hope this was good enough!
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NO CAUSE IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR WHEN THEY'RE MEAN
but imagine the aftermath, like you would not know how to fucking act after that and it throws you off your game and he wins the next race and !!!
you're so mad. you're so angry he got to your head that much. and he's so fucking smug about it. but of course, it can only go one way at this point, and at the end of the day you end up in his bed again bc what else are you even supposed to do?
AND HE'D BE SO MEAN ABT IT, all "can't believe you're here begging for my cock again. shouldn't you be out training? or are you just that much of a cockhungry slut?"
and it continues like that. it doesn't even matter who wins or who loses anymore, bc the outcome is the same anyways - you crying on his cock, you on your knees for him, you taking whatever he wants to give you. and you know that if this came out it could ruin your career, but you just can't stop.
(okay but spinning off of that earlier ask. what if you're in a crash, maybe it's one if the last races of the season, and he's THE FIRST ONE THERE bc holy shit he got so worried. like he always worries when someone crashes bc this shit is dangerous, but it's different now, and he doesn't quite want to think about what it means yet. (he's a little less mean the next time, not bc he's gotten soft or anything, he swears)) - ☁️
UR SUCH A FUCKING MENACE LIKE IM GONNA RIP MY HAIR OUT. it’s 1 am so that means this is going to be hot shit (the bad kind 😹) ok but seriously if i dont make sense or it reads bad, im so sorry, ive written like 4k words today and my brains fuzzy
wonwoo is so cruel. he’s so fucking cruel. he’s insulting you while fucking you stupid, rambling on and on about how you’re always crawling back into his bed like a shameless loser. about how you have no self-respect whatsoever. about how you should be out training even though you’re going to lose again. and again. and again.
and you’re just taking it because, fuck him, but he makes you feel so good. he bullies his cock into you and makes you cum countless times and it’s just too fucking good. you’re in this toxic… relationship? would you even call it that? you’re in this toxic situationship and you have no idea how to get out of it… or if you even want out of it.
and, cloudnon, you’re 100% right. it doesn’t matter who wins or loses.
if he wins, he’s fucking you as if he were some type of god with the cockiest smirk on his face. if you wanna cum, you have to beg and tell him how much of a loser you are. (woah humiliation kink popped out again my bad)
if you win, he’d be so fucking pissed. so so angry and he’s taking it out on you, immediately adjusting that cocky attitude of yours. makes you cum over and over till your just in tears babbling his name and incoherent pleas.
no matter what, he’s always going to have you begging for more bc you’re just his a pretty, cockhungry slut.
[oh my god i alrdy know that didnt make any fucking sense, BUT WAIT BC UR LIL SPIN OFF THING IS KINDA CUTE ☺️ ill start with a poorly written post-crash bed scene]
you’re fine. you’ve told him several times, but he keeps asking and it’s starting to get on your nerves. but, like, it’s also starting to freak you out a bit. he hasn’t said anything mean to you and the way he handles you is kind of… soft? something you’re not used to at all when you’re under him like this
he’s still a bit freaked out if he’s being honest. you could’ve been really hurt… and it’s morbid… but you could’ve fucking died and he doesnt think he’d be able to stand it if anything really bad happened to you.
he has no idea what he’s feeling right now. he doesn’t want to know. god forbid he have a crush on the his top competitor and god forbid you don’t feel the same way.
you grow impatient with his gentle touches bc you’re dying to have him manhandle you like he usually does, so you sigh out. “wonwoo, told you i’m fine. just a few cuts and bruises. stop worrying so much. you won’t break me.”
he looks at you nervously and your heart squeezes a bit… he’s kinda cute when he’s not being a complete dick. “you sure?”
“i’m sure.”
“i’ll be nicer today,” he mutters, “y’know, since you obviously don’t know how to ride.”
there he is.
you smirk, “oh? why don’t you show me how then?”
he smirks, voice low when he says, “it’d be my pleasure.”
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TUA 3x07 REACTION (SPOILERS)
TUA was on my dash and I remembered I haven’t posted my live reacts. So here they are! Many moons late.
oh so Dot and Herb ARE a thing
Huh emergency briefcase
Dang Lila had her Whiplash moment
SIR REGINALD HARGREEVES LISTENING TO NELLY
Jfc Reggie you asshat what is wrong with you (funny how we always end up here)
Wait something so charming about Lila saying to Grace “lovely to meet you” which suggests her and Diego have talked about her and how important she is and the fact the Brelly’s all called her mom
Luther not knowing where to sit
SO SHE DID KILL HIM. Damn Allison tf.
HAHAHAHA BEN SCOOCHING ONTO THE COUCH NEXT TO FIVE. MAKING A BET ON WHO WOULD WIN BETEEN ALLISON AND VIKTOR
Ben shushing Five
Damn Allison coming through without even needing the I heard a rumour
Weirdly kinda been waiting for this confrontation bc tbh Viktor does need to be held accountable for some of his actions. Some of them justifiable tho
Ok yeah nah Allison took it too far there and deserved the smack. But shit this was intense
Interesting tho. Same movement as when Viktor sliced open Allison’s neck but he didn’t use his powers
“Sweet you guys fight just like us” “nah man. We don’t fight like this” JUST THE INHERENT UNDERSTANDING SOMETHING IS WRONG. BC THEYVE BEEN DISTANT AND BITTER BUT NOT HATEFUL
Mmm not your room Vik?? That’s old Bens
BEN DOES ART?!? WHO IS JENNIFER?!?!?
Klaus laying into Reggie for just how messed up he was/is is everything I needed
“Do you trust me?” “…Yeah *nods vigorously* I trust you” *looks away eyes wide* (°▽°)
Oh god Klaus is gonna be even more messed up after this. Little Girl on a Bicycle is gonna be pissed
WHERE ARE ALL THESE CARS COMING FROM ON THIS OTHERWISE EMPTY COUNTRY ROAD AND WHY ARE THEY ALL JUST DRIVING BY LIKE ITS NOTHING
Dang Klaus really did have the greatest potential. Original Timeline!Reggie was correct. Literally dancing in the face of death
Why the weapons cabinet Grace????
Is Viktor just lying in Ben’s bed? Not his brother Ben but Sparrow Ben???
I really think Lila and her abilities is such a clever addition
OH GOD GRACE A FLAME THROWER
“The day of vengeance was in my heart and the year of my redemption hath come”
Holy moly the spirits
Damn Five good job. I mean he merc’d his mom but quick thinking.
Hmm now. Good speech Reggie. Will this thinking and helping Klaus develop his powers ultimately be more helpful or harmful bc supportive Reggie is sus.
HAHAHA ONLY CHAMPAGNE. They really celebrating this easy huh. Is Christopher gonna die??
Lila and Five is a fun dynamic
HAHAHAHA THE CONTRAST TO THEM CELEBRATING AND SEEING THE CITY STILL MESSED UP
HE REALLY PROPOSED THAT WAS SO CUTE BUT ABRUPT
Wow so Luther and Diego seem to have created the most positive relationships so far
“It means you’re dangerous Viktor Hargreeves. The decisions you make impact the entire world. So no matter how benevolent they may seem, you don’t get to make them alone” what a powerful fucking line. Props to Aiden.
A discussion about the inevitable moral grey zone that heroes have to face and how no matter how sympathetic a person is or justifiable their reasons may be, they have to be held accountable for the power they hold. Fucking fantastic. My favourite scene so far. Aiden goddamn killed it. Five acknowledging Viktor’s intentions and wanting to be there for his brother but knowing that what he did by acting alone was dangerous no dismissive of the danger. And also not having enough faith in his family that they could resolve the situation.
“No more going rogue. If you ever need anything, I’m always here for you. But lie to us again, Viktor, I’ll kill you myself”
Do I think Allison should’ve killed Harlan? No? Should she have said those things about leaving Viktor in the basement? No. Allison is also making many dangerous mistakes. But it’s like, Viktor doesn’t need to be coddled anymore or treated as if he can do no wrong just bc he got wronged in the past. The fact Viktor was waiting in Ben’s room for someone to come after him and acknowledge his feelings and let him once again be in the right was presenting a dangerous mindset.
And I think Five was the perfect person (unharried as he is by an impending doomsday) to say all this to him
Aw man poor Fei and Christopher. I figured trapping the kugel in Christopher would have consequences
Five going back for Sparrow!Ben!!
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ELLAAAAAAA okay i’m gear to talk love island with you because girl.
OKAY SO LOWKEY I STARTED WATCHING HALF WAY THROUGH THE SEASON SNDONEIENEIW. okay so basically my niece loves to watch it & i think (thought) love island is soooo dumb like i literally HATE british tv. but she was watching it one day and i was like, hold awn cause whys this season actually kinda interesting???? ANYWAYS.
THE DRAMA????? i LOOOVE ty & ella, and ella IS MY GIRL but she was so in the wrong for that???? like, yeah ty was wrong for everything he did — giving her trust issues and putting the thought in her head that he’s gonna be un loyal but…. if you guys AGREED to being closed off…. YK??? like she was so wrong for that😕😕
the whole little bathroom scene was smth out of a fic (that’s literally why i wrote it but wtv </3) AND IT MADE MY HEART HURT SO BAD FOR THEM??? like ty is a bad man, like you KNOOOOW he’s not stressin over no one like that but you can TELLL that his heart was hurt bruv OH MY DAYYYS.
i’m GLAD they made it through movie night successfully :( my babies <3. I HAVEN’T SEEN TODAYS EP <//3 bc my niece goes to bed at 9 (bc she’s… 11 i think???) so we’ll be watching it tmw BUT I HOPE THEY’RE GOOD I HOPE THEY WIN FRL‼️‼️‼️‼️
NO LITERALLY SAME i’ve watched from literally like the beginning of casa and then a few odd episodes because my friend alw comes over on fridays so w i watch w them BUT MAN TY AND ELLA . sorry i have to defend my namesake But iF U CLOSED IT OFF UR CLOSED OFF !!!! WHY WOULD U CHOOSE NOW TO GO AND EXPLORE yes ty sucked but like he was exploring pre closed off U R EXPLORING POST !!!!!! ugh they hurt me so bad 😕THE FRAMA IS DRAMAING THIS SEAOSN LITERALLY i was so happy rhey made it through movie night i was TERRIFIED but when ty said “nono i forgave her alr i’m not going to take it back now” PLS MY HEART AND THEY WERE SO CUTE TOTAU but oml fuck kady today she was being shady as hell in this challenge leave my girl ALONEEEEEE
#ella answers#i love amber#she’s had 3 seconds of screen time but she’s PRETTY !!!!!!!#mitch .#love hate relationship#he causes drama so i love him for that#Whitney my WIFE !!!!!! so fine so funny she’s my woman#molly and zach r so cute tbh#FUCK SAMMY U BASTARD#i thought he was so fine up until the cat whit situation that bastard#ALSO#CATHERINE_OUT!#scott lover here sorry that man is tew fine#MONTS AND LEAH :(((( MY BABIES sorry they’re the cutest ever and leah is SO pretty !!!!!#ok sorru just needed to get this off my chest
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Moon Signs Pt. 1
My take on moon signs based off people I know! Now personally, I tend to have more strong opinions on my favorite moon signs than favorite sun signs. I feel like moon signs really indicate more about a person’s personality than their sun sign, imo. It does rule emotions and behavior after all. With sun signs I struggle with picking favorites because I do genuinely have people I like of every zodiac sign. I just go by the number of people I like from each zodiac sign. Anyhoo, here’s my view on each moon sign!
Note: These are p long bc I have such strong thoughts on moon signs so I’m splitting it into two parts. :)
🍂 Aries Moon: Ahhh, my moon sign. I won’t be biased though, I promise. So Aries moons based off other people I know is that we low-key got anger issues LMAO. Every single Aries moon I’ve met besides myself has anger issues, with the exception of one person and she still gets irritated easily. Aries Moons are also extremely sensitive, and they tend to be overlooked for that since they’re fire signs. I’ve found that a lot of what they get angry about has to do with their feelings, if they feel they’ve been wronged this really can make them angry as they are super sensitive. They also get angry when they feel like people aren’t listening to them, as they take this very personally. I’ve also noticed that Aries moons are EXTREMELY honest, they will tell it how it is and they are extremely blunt. They don’t like to beat around the bush, and they are very direct with how they feel about something. Aries moons are also extremely passionate and spontaneous especially in relationships; they’re the ones who wanna kiss in the rain and ride horses into the sunset, that is if you can get them to settle down with you LMAO. Nah all jokes, they’re picky about who they want, but once they really fall for someone it’s very hard for them to let go. They’re also so competitive, they will play dirty. My grandpa used to let me win in checkers as a kid, my dad (who’s an Aries moon) NEVER let me win. He said me losing would help build character LMFAO. He just didn’t wanna lose.They also have strong personalities and can be SUPER impulsive. Also, if they wanna do something, they WILL do it. No one is gonna stop them. If they wanna go somewhere at 3am, they’re doing it. Sorry. You can’t stop them. LMAO. Aries moons also love to be in touch with their inner child, my dad is an Aries moon and bought himself an arcade machine out of nowhere LMAO. I also like to collect shells and watch Disney movies to remind me of my childhood. They also tend to change their views and opinions on things a lot, and mind you they have intense emotions about these things. So it can be hard to keep up w them.
🍂 Taurus Moon: Taurus moons are just so calm, it’s scary LMAO. I know a few of them, and even if they’re anxious about something you can never tell. They always have this calm demeanor and just seem so unbothered by everything. Taurus moons also LOVE money and the finer things in life. The male Taurus moons I know work a lot just so they can have a lot of money. One of them literally said to me “Money talks” after explaining to me why they work 7 days a week, 12 hours a day doing two jobs. The crazy thing is, despite doing all that extra work, he just seemed so unbothered about it LMAO. The female Taurus moons I know tend to love really expensive clothes and dressing up. This Taurus moon I work with has such nice clothes and always dresses like she’s on a Vogue cover. Like I said, Taurus moons LOVE money and the finer things in life like expensive clothes. If they aren’t the types to dress up or be workaholics, they desire comfort. They would rather lay in bed and take hot bathes than be bothered to do all that extra stuff. They also might like to eat out at expensive restaurants, and are “foodies”. They also might be big lovers of music and have lots of different music tastes. Also, Taurus moons? STUBBORN. Good luck trying to get them to change their mind on something. Also, despite them wanting all the luxuries and comfort of life, they are SUPER grounded. They do not live in a dream world, they see life for what it is, and prefer to be on the ground than have their heads in the clouds. Also, Taurus moons, I’m sorry, but y’all can be lazy. I work with three of them, and they can be lazy. They will not do more than the bare minimum. Also, their anger is low-key scary. Especially since it can come out of nowhere since they’re calm all the time, you never know when they’re angry and if you catch them at the wrong time... well, rip. They also tend to be introverted- even if they’re social, you will not know anything about them unless you’re besties with them or related to them. Doesn’t matter how well you know them, they don’t air their dirty laundry and keep their private life private. Also one last thing, omg these people sing all the time. They love singing to themselves, every single one I’ve met does that LMAO. Anyway, love my Taurus moons.
🍂 Gemini Moon: Gemini moons love to make people laugh LMAO and love to just sit down and have good talks with people. Their minds NEVER stop working. Good luck trying to get them to stop talking once they know you. They can and will talk about anything for hours. Now, I do admire that, but sometimes I just wanna relax and they won’t stop talking to me LMFAO. My dad’s girlfriend is a Gemini moon and at family gatherings she loves to dance around and try to get everyone else to dance. I find that Gemini moons are very active and love to move around, and try to get everyone to have fun. Definitely the life of the party. They’re super amusing and also love to tell jokes and funny stories. Now not all of them are extroverts especially if they have an earth sun sign. So that is something to consider. My cousin is a Gemini moon and tends to be more introverted, however, once she’s comfortable around someone and knows someone she’s super goofy and loves to make people laugh. Gemini moons also love to learn, they’re always teaching themselves about something. My cousin who’s a Gemini moon just randomly started teaching herself how to do sign language (she’s good at it also)! These people are also SUPER adaptable, they can get along with any kind of personality and can adapt to any situation. I’ve also noticed that they love to playfully roast people and annoy them LMAO. I have noticed that they struggle with reading the room, they tend to just continue to annoy someone and can take it too far, which can get kind of annoying. They’re also extremely curious and are always asking questions. They love to ask random questions without any context. It’s a quirk a lot of them have. Trying to tell a story to them can be frustrating because if you mention certain terms they’ll ask you what they mean LMFAO. My dad was telling a story about how he used surfing to explain physics concepts in class and his girlfriend asked what the concepts were and what they mean. Also, they’re really good at giving advice. These people would make great psychologists imo. This girl I used to talk to (who’s a Gemini moon) actually is becoming a psychologist, so there you go LMAO.
🍂Cancer Moon: Oh Cancer moons...you guys are so sensitive. They feel everything and anything. I haven’t met a Cancer moon that isn’t an empath. They are extremely good at reading other people and sensing their motives. My mother is a Cancer moon, and she’s always been able to tell who’s toxic in my life. She doesn’t even have to meet them either, just based off of stories I tell her, she can pick it up right away. Now, everyone always says Cancer moons are super close with their family and that’s definitely not always the case. The Cancer moons I’ve met have actually had a lot of problems with their family. Now the thing that I’ve noticed with these placements is that despite how toxic their family is, they always stick by them. Even if they’re not close. So I wouldn’t say they’re all super close with their families, but they always stick up for them, which can be an issue if their family is toxic. Also, Cancer moons, SUPER MOODY. I’m sorry but like I’m a Cancer sun and they’re ten times more moody than I am LMFAO. I’ve always said they act more like the stereotypical Cancer than Cancer suns. Also, this is a super underrated placement for humor. Every Cancer moon I’ve met has been super funny. Also, a super underrated placement for anger issues. Everyone says oh yeah Aries moons have anger issues, like yes, BUT HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN CANCER MOON ANGER?! Y’all Taylor Swift is a Cancer moon and wrote a whole album about how fed up she was about the media mistreating her and the whole Kimye thing (rightfully so) but y’all see my point. They can and will fight you. They also tend to be introverted, even if they’re social, (which I rarely see), they would much rather keep to themselves. I’ve also noticed that they’re very nostalgic a lot. My Cancer moon ex used to just randomly go through childhood photos and would show them to me. They’re also EXTREMELY protective over people they love, they will KILL for the people they love. They also love to talk about their dream homes and interior decorating a lot? My Cancer moon ex was OBSESSED with coming up with his dream house and would literally draw out diagrams for me to see. My mother too, she wants to redecorate her apartment and was showing me all the potential furniture that was gonna be put in. Oh Cancer moons, LMAO.
🍂 Leo Moon: Oh Leo moons. You guys can be so dramatic LMAO. Every Leo moon I’ve met is so dramatic; these are the types of people who get up and move around when telling a story and also do dramatic hand gestures. These are the types of people who post a black screen in middle school on Snapchat saying “Don’t hmu.” LMAO. My Leo moon friend gets so mad when I make that joke, but it’s so true. These people are also naturally super creative, the Leo moons I know love to decorate and draw. Even if they don’t do any outright creative hobbies, they have a creative streak to them. It’s weird though because despite them being very dramatic when it comes to them being angry, they struggle with expressing their personal problems to other people. (This however can be changed with other placements, but I’ve found this to be true in many cases). They don’t want people to think that they’re weak, so they put up a tough front to hide that they’re hurting. Also, Leo moons, are indeed the hype friends. My Leo moon friends gas up my Instagram posts so much. They’re also extremely loyal and don’t like to leave people out, they hate that kind of shit. They’re also extremely accepting of others, my Leo moon friend was the first person I came out to, and they accepted me right away. They also love to take pictures of EVERYTHING. Like when you go out with them, they will make you wait before eating your food so they can take video of your food together LMAO. They love to capture every moment, I personally find it very endearing. Also, a lot of people say Leo moons are super cocky. I don’t find this to be true. They can come off that way, but I’ve found they tend to actually be pretty insecure and they try to hide it by coming off as confident. I feel like Leo moons tend to put on a show a lot to hide how they truly feel, which makes it hard to get to know them. It makes me sad because they truly are such kind hearted people and all they want is to feel validation. I also found that they love to go above and beyond to make sure everyone else is happy and tend to put themselves last. I wish y’all didn’t do that, you deserve to be happy too. ;(
🍂 Virgo Moon: Workaholics. That’s how I’m starting this LMAO. My friend is a Virgo moon and works her ass off. She goes above and beyond in school for starters. For this anatomy course we had together, she sent me a whole diagram she made of the human brain on Notability and it was so intricately made. She also works her ass off at her job and takes care of her siblings. I feel like this falls into Virgo placements putting others before themselves. Virgo moons are definitely the types to be like this. They want to make everyone happy and they want to feel useful so they do all these extra things to feel that way. Virgo moons are also super smart, and have the best study methods. Low-key jealous. They have this incredible drive and are always on top of things and have a routine. Also Virgo moons LOVE animals. My friend who’s a Virgo moon, works at a dog sitting business and has 6 pets at home. They LOVE animals. They also like honesty and bluntness; they will provide you with that as well. They don’t like beating around the bush or lying to make other people feel better. You wanna know if you look bad in a dress? Ask a Virgo moon, LMFAO. I’ve also found that they struggle with wanting to be perfect all the time, and struggle with anxiety. As I said, they want to be the best at everything, and this can be a big source of anxiety for them. These people also find themselves attracting people who they want to “fix”. They also give amazing advice and are super reliable. Also, last minute plans? They HATE them. Want a Virgo moon to hate you? Try making spontaneous plans with them LMAO. Virgo moons also have great memories; they’ll remember every little detail about you. Also Virgo moons are the types to take charge in a group project and run the whole thing because they don’t trust anyone. Virgo moons also always appear to be calm and collected, even though many of them frequently deal with anxiety a lot. Also, they’re low-key underrated for humor. They have a very dry and self-deprecating sense of humor LMAO. They also go above and beyond in relationships because they enjoy seeing the people they love being happy.
Anyhoo, this wraps up part one! Also these are just my opinions, so don’t get offended I tried to praise and drag all of them equally <3
Part 2 here.
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64. “You’re not taking me to bed. ever.”
“Who said it had to be on the bed?”
79. “Fuck you.”
“I’m up for it if you are.”
notes; racer/street-racing!au, dom!mingyu, enemiestolovers!au, loads of banter fhhdsk, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling, ass slapping, restraints! WOOOO BABY combine these fics with the attacca teasers djfhskdh the brain goes BRRRRR very much and does not stop 🤤 and vocal team’s mermaid/merman-esque photos right before monster mash s2? Suspicious, pledis, very suspicious… 😒 I feel like they’ve h@cked my laptop and are just straight up reading my notes AND FOR FREE 😩😩KJHESKJFDH LMAO BC LIKE? HELLO, VERY RUDE 😭 LOL ANYWAY, as always, thank you soooo so much for requesting! Enjoy!💕
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Mingyu smiles - canines on full display as you grit your teeth and reluctantly hand over the thick wad of cash.
“We can settle this a different way, sweetheart. You know I like to give you options when you lose a race against me.”
“Fuck you.” You grit out - hands balled up into fists as your side.
After all, it was only by a hair that Mingyu managed to beat you in the last race and now you were out 800 dollars and your pride was shot.
“I’m up for it if you are. Like I said, options are open, sweetheart~”
“Shut up and get ready for another race. I’m gonna beat you and get my fuckin’ money back, loser. Hope you don’t cry when you’re handing me my $1600.”
Mingyu feigns hurt; hand clutching his chest over his heart as he pockets the cash with his free hand and starts walking towards his own car.
“And if I win again? What then, hmm? How about I keep the $800 and you just blow me at the finish line. Not gonna lie, you’re so fuckin’ hot when you’re all riled up.”
You plop down into the driver’s seat of your car - clicking the seatbelt into place before revving the engine as Mingyu watches you with amused eyes.
“Nah, ‘cause I’m gonna win and you’re going to give me $1600 and grovel at my fuckin’ feet at the finish line.”
Mingyu scoffs, eyes rolling as he gets into his car and slams the door shut.
“We’ll see about that, sweetheart. Hope your knees aren’t sensitive~”
And Mingyu loses.
By a wide gap.
“God-fucking-damn it…” He mutters; hand fishing for your money and his as he grumbles. “You fuckin’ cheated.”
“How the fuck would I do that? It’s only you and me out here, genius. You think I have people in the trees helping me? Grow up.” You swipe at the cash in his hand - tucking it into the pocket of your shorts as you smile smugly at the irritated male standing in front of you.
But you feel a shiver run down your spine at the way Mingyu stares at you - eyes full of carnal desire as he looks you up and down.
“How about one more race, hmm, sweetheart? Winner gets to fuck the other one however they want.” He shoots you a sleazy grin as you roll your eyes in return.
“So you admit you only asked me out here to race so you could fuck me at the end? I knew you were desperate for a fuck but c’mon, Mingyu~ This is so pathetic~ You could’ve just told me you missed my pussy getting your cock wet. I wouldn’t have judged you~” You giggle lightly; your own eyes filled with lust when Mingyu growls.
“I was gonna be nice, y’know? I was gonna suggest taking you home and fucking you nice and hard there and not out here… Maybe even eat out that cute ‘lil cunt of yours before I ruined you and fucked you so good you only knew my name. But look at that attitude of yours, sweetheart~ You don’t even deserve it~”
“First of all, you’re not taking me to bed. Ever. I let you fuck me out here a few times ‘cause I needed a quick lay, just like yourself. Don’t think I’d jump in your bed just like that ‘cause you have a big dick.”
Mingyu guffaws, head thrown back as he laughs loudly into the night.
“First of all, who said it had to be on the bed? Maybe I’d take you home and fuck you right at the door with your panties just shoved to the side, or on the sofa with your legs in the air, spread nice and wide for me while I pound that pussy… Hell, I’d fuck you right in front of the windows so everyone can see what a cockslut you are for me. Or maybe in front of the mirror? So you can see how slutty that face of yours gets when my cock slams right into that spot that makes your toes curl~”
You clench your jaw as a rush of wetness pools into your panties - curses under your breath as you contemplate your options.
“Get ready for another race, Mingyu. We’ll see who really comes out on top.”
“I won!”
“No, I fuckin’ did!”
“Of course you’d fuckin’ say that, you just lost $1600! You’re such a poor sport!”
The two of you butt heads - pupils blown wide as Mingyu smirks. “It’s okay to say you lost, sweetheart, I’m still gonna fuck you regardless. Isn’t that what you want? You wouldn’t have told me to get ready for another race if you didn’t want me to fuck you. Just admit you lost.”
Scoffing, you prop your hands on your hips as you tap your foot into the dirt.
“Yeah, well, my idea was actually more-so just you just making me cum and me leaving and you figuring it out for yourself after I left sooooo…”
He rolls his eyes at this - impatience written all over his face as he saunters up to you.
“Or we can just fuck right now since my cock is hard and your dumb ‘lil cunt is probably soaking those panties. Stop being such a brat already. It’s getting late and don’t you have somewhere to be later today? Why’re you dragging this out so much? Do you wanna be around me that bad, hmm?”
You narrow your eyes at him, arms crossed against your chest.
“Why do you know my business? How do you know I have plans later today?”
Mingyu runs a hand through his hair, grinning as he presses his chest against yours.
“‘Cause I like you, brat, and I pay attention when you open that mouth of yours. Now, drop the shorts and I wanna see those hands on the car while I fuck you.”
You momentarily lose your cool - sultry moans on your lips thinking about Mingyu’s ‘confession’ of sorts while he rocks his hips into your ass.
“Fuck, you’re soaking my cock, sweetheart. Like your pussy was fuckin’ made to take my cock~ Such a good fuckin’ cockslut taking all of me like this...” He raises a hand and brings it down onto the skin of your ass; your walls clenching around his cock with each slap.
“Fuh--fuck you, Mingyu… You’re just, mmnh, t-trying to butter me up so--so I let my guard d-down…” You mutter.
He chuckles from behind you as his hand comes down onto your skin five more times in succession - your pussy only soaking his cock even more with each harsh impact of his hand on your stinging skin.
“Aww, can’t it be a little bit of both? I do like you, sweetheart. You’re such a cute ‘lil spitfire. It makes fucking you that much more fun when I get you all riled up first~”
Your arms feel like jello as you try to hold your upper half up on the hood of his car but you eventually mutter a small ‘fuck it’ before you lower your torso onto the cold metal of Mingyu’s car.
“Fuuuuuck, that feels s-so good...”
“Oh? Tired already?” He responds teasingly; simultaneously angling his thrusts so that the head of his cock slams into your g-spot with each hard thrust of his hips. “Let me take the lead then~”
You feel his movements pause as you whine, but the next thing you feel is him tugging both your arms behind your back as you let out a shuddering breath.
“Since you’re already tired of using your arms, let me use them~” He sing-songs right as he uses his belt to keep your arms bound behind your back.
“Ready to cum, sweetheart? ‘Cause it’s about to be mandatory.”
You’re about to respond when the breath is knocked out of you by his hard thrusts; his hand wrapped around your bound ones as he uses it as leverage.
“Gonna cum inside this pretty ‘lil cunt of yours~ I wanna see it dripping out of you when I’m done~”
Mingyu doubles his pace as your body jerks atop his car - whines of his name on your lips at the way he fills you up to the brim and makes your entire body feel fuzzy.
“Fuck, y-yes, hurry and, ngh, gi--give me all your c-cum... Fill me u-up ‘til it’s spilling out of m-me and, mmnh, fuck it d-deeper into my pussy...”
Your walls clamp down onto his cock in a vice grip as his thrusts start to lose their rhythm - a tell-tale sign that Mingyu was close to his own orgasm much like yourself.
“Such a fuckin’ cumslut for me, huh? You know, we can make it official and I’ll let you have me whenever you want, sweetheart~”
“S-shut up and m-make me, a-ah, cum...”
Mingyu grins at your backside - hand tightening it’s grip around your bound ones as you feel his cock throbbing inside your pussy.
“We’ll talk about it later, I see? For now, cum for me, sweetheart~”
It takes a few more skillfully angled thrusts of his hips before the two of you are cumming together - muffled cries coming from you as you bite down onto your bottom lip to prevent yourself from saying anything incriminating in the midst of your pleasure.
“Ngh, fuck, sweetheart, your pussy is getting so fuckin’ tight... Feels so good inside of you...” Mingyu mutters - eyes rolling to the back of his head as he continues to fuck you through his and your orgasm.
The sound of his and your soft breaths mix in with the subtle sound of skin slapping; your inner thighs coated with your wetness and Mingyu’s cum as he starts to slow down his movements after a few tense minutes.
“Well?”
“Well, what, Mingyu?” You mutter tiredly - arms sore now that he’d been holding them up behind your back.
And Mingyu grins as he teasingly grips your bound wrists tighter again.
It’s quiet for a beat - neither of you knowing where to take the conversation next knowing that you each had a multitude of questions to ask the other now that Mingyu’s feelings were on the table.
Just as you open your mouth, Mingyu speaks first - chuckling as he leans his body over yours until his warm chest is pressed against your arms and back.
“Well now that we’ve both cum, how about you tell me how you really feel, huh, sweetheart? Then maybe we can go for a different kinda ride~”
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Zoom meetings with the kids w/ Kuroo, Akaashi and Sakusa
Request: I have been stuck inside the house with my three year old brother for the last three weeks and he keeps coming inside my room and entering the zoom call with me. So that had me thinking. How would our favorite Haikyuu dads Kuroo, Akaashi, maybe Kenma or Sakusa react to their toddlers coming into their room and joining their meeting. - anonymous.
Awww I love haikyuu dads!!!! I have begun making the smau and I’m already like 3 chapters in but I won’t start posting until I’ve finished it or I’m about to finish it. I wanna be sure that I’ll have a trustworthy upload schedule lmao bc my midterms are coming up next week and I’m dying. Love ya. 💖💖💖
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Kuroo Tetsuro
-He was in a meeting with the firm for the past three hours.
-He was absolutely exhausted and the only thing he wanted was to take a nap with his two year old daughter.
-You were still at the hospital, your shift finishing in about two hours so he was basically alone.
-Your daughter was playing with her toys in his office, being as quiet as she could but exhaustion started to win her over little by little.
-Yawn after yawn left her lips but since the sound was so small and barely above a whisper, Kuroo hadn’t realized that his little princess was tired.
-Standing up with wobbly legs she grabbed her cat blankie and rubbed her eyes as she slowly made her way to her father.
-With one arm hugging her blankie and the other wrapping around Kuroo’s leg, she rested her head on his leg and slowly sank down to the floor, not tugging at his pyjama leg as he expected.
-Looking down at her he didn’t think twice before bending over and bringing her into his lap.
-She let out a small sigh before she clutched his shirt in her small fists and was off to dreamland in record time.
- “Kuroo-san what do you think?”
- “Sorry my daughter distracted me.”
-And with that he went back to his meeting.
-Throughout the rest of the meeting Kuroo rested a hand on her back, cupping her little head lightly rubbing soothing circles on her skull, staring down at her every now and then a smile adorning his features every time he saw her nuzzling into his chest.
-She was a female version of him now that he thinks of it.
-She had his crazy raven hair and stunning amber eyes while her face structure reminded him of both you and him.
-Her personality though was all you.
-He knew she was very young but she reminded him of you when you two first met more and more each day.
-Right at that moment she let out a small yawn again, her eyes opening slightly as she repositioned herself on his lap and went back to sleep.
-He couldn’t love her more, at least that’s what he believed.
-Each day she proved him wrong.
-Saying goodbye to his coworkers he shut off his computer and went to the living room couch, laying down with his little girl in his arms.
-Giving her one last kiss he fell asleep, a smile still present on his features.
Akaashi Keiji
- “The author said that those new chapters need to be edited by the end of the month. He will send you the rest when you are done with these.”
-His eyes were bloodshot from the endless hours he had been staring at his screen.
-Rubbing his eyes he answered every single question that was thrown at him, wishing that this one would be the last one.
-But the universe wouldn’t have it that way for poor Akaashi making him stay up late again.
-Thunder rumbled from outside and he wondered whether or not you had taken your son to bed with you.
-The four year old boy was terrified of storms from a young age, always looking for comfort in either you or Akaashi.
-But ever since his sister was born he pulled away from you two, he didn’t ask for help anymore even when he needed it and he didn’t wake you up during the night when he had a nightmare.
-Akaashi was amazed to say the least.
-Neither of you had said anything to him about how your attention would mostly be on the baby and you guys had never dismissed his needs because of your little girl.
-It worried him how fast his son closed in on himself.
-He was already a shy and quiet kid but now you barely heard his voice and it broke both of your hearts.
-Akaashi was determined to help him get out of this phase and be by his side but this assignment took up more of his time than he would’ve liked.
-Light danced across the room as the door slightly opened but no one stepped in.
-Keiji was about to stand up when he heard little sniffles and the light pitter patter of feet on the carpet of his office.
-And soon enough his son rounded the corner of his desk, one arm wiping away tears as the other clutched the stuffed owl his uncle Bokuto had bought him.
-Without losing a beat Keiji pushed his chair back and brought him in his lap, giving a small apology to his boss before momentarily turning off both camera and mic.
- “I’m sowwy.”
- “Shh I’m here, nothing’s gonna hurt you.”
-Giving him a kiss on each cheek Akaashi let him snuggle in his chest, a strong arm supporting the toddler while simultaneously making him feel safe and protected.
- “Sir, I’m sorry to interrupt but could we end it here? My son had a nightmare and I want to calm him down.”
- “Of course Akaashi-san, give my regards to the little man. Goodnight.”
-And with that the meeting was over and Akaashi was left with a crying child in his arms.
- “Hey hey, I told you that nothing’s going to hurt you while I’m here. Why don’t we go sleep with mommy hm?”
- “I’m sowwy…”
-Akaashi kissed his head again bringing him into a tight hug as he got up from his seat.
- “There is nothing to be sorry for now come on, mommy would want cuddles.”
Sakusa Kiyoomi
- “If we use the new quick that Atsumu and Hinata have been practicing then we would have the upper hand momentarily.”
-Kiyoomi let out a sigh as the meeting he had with the team would not seem to end.
-They had been discussing tactics for the last hour and a half while the rest of the time they had been informed of the new managers they had been assigned.
-Kiyoomi never expected to be in a zoom call while being an athlete.
-He thought that it would be useless.
-What were they even gonna do while in the meeting? Practice?
-But he was proven wrong once the coach called the first meeting and now Sakusa was ready to pull his hair out.
-Thankfully he was just laying in bed so at least he was comfortable.
-You had gone out for some much needed grocery shopping leaving Kiyoomi with his son, not wanting to take your child outside with the virus contaminating people left and right.
-Sakusa loved spending time with his son.
-He was a low maintenance child, just like he was when he was young, adopting the same hygiene patterns as his father even at the early age of two.
-He had just started talking and you wouldn't stop having conversations with him, the baby only uttering a simply “dada” or “momma” or even maybe a “yes” or “no” if you were lucky.
-It made you happy though, seeing your son slowly becoming more independent.
-Sakusa was also happy but he was also reminded that he wouldn’t stay this young forever; before he knew it his son would be off to high school or college and he wouldn’t fit in his arms anymore.
-Lost in thought Kiyoomi hadn’t seen the toddler make his way into the room until he felt the covers being pulled as he attempted to get on the bed *and failed bc he’s just too short*
-Letting out a chuckle Sakusa pushed his laptop to the side and leaned down to grab his son, who was now pouting an expression that was a little too similar to yours.
- “Is that mini Sakusa I see?”
-Kiyoomi ignored Atsumu as he settled his son on his lap letting the baby wave at the camera as his “uncles” waved back.
- “Do you mind if he joins?”
- “Of course not, every Sakusa is welcome.”
-Giving his son one last kiss on his head, Kiyoomi went back to listening to the boring tactics letting his son play with his fingers in the process.
-Okay maybe it wasn’t that bad now
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james potter smut alphabet
james potter x fem!reader
a/n: that took from 9:45pm-12:pm then 7am-9:20am THAT TOOK SO LONG OMG
i’m sorry if it’s bad
warning: literally pure sex smut all that jazz
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
that man is the softest dom, literally the DEFINITION. he gives u so many kisses, he praises u, he will shower with you, wash your hair, gives u his clothes LITERALLY THE BEST.
“mhm jamie, too tired” you murmur. your body melting into the mattress as you speak, all worn down. “but, love.” he pushes your hair behind your ears, pulling you up. “gotta get you all nice and clean f’me.”
he pulls you up, his calloused hands gripping onto your thighs, bringing you into the bathroom. the shower already nice and warm ready for the both of you. he’s holding you under the warm water to the point where you might collapse if it wasn’t for his grip.
“you did good love, so so good all f’me.” he says sponging kisses on your forehead, both of his hands on your lower back holding you.
“i love you, my sweets.”
“you’re the only one f’me.”
you were so tired, so vulnerable just allowing james to take care of you because that’s all he wanted to do.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
his biceps, simple. he does A LOT of quidditch training to get to his strength. he also takes pride in being able to just fuck you against the lockers from his strength. it also inflates his ego when he catches you staring at his biceps. or when he’s taking you underneath him your gripping his biceps like your life depended on it.
“james- fuck.” you moaned into his neck, his lips sucking dark hues into your collar bones and his left forearm resting right beside your head and his other gripping around your waist.
he started going slower, but deeper. he hit a new angle inside of you almost hitting your cervix. you let out a strangled moan gripping his bicep almost digging your nails into the flesh.
his head dipping out from beneath your neck to slot your plush reddened lips with his.
that man and you’re THIGHS. he’s a thigh man don’t tell me other wise. whether ur in your school skirt, jeans, leggings, underwear ;) his legs AND HANDS always divert to the soft plush skin of your thigh.
your ankles insticntly went to lock around james’ head, he had been in between your thighs for hours on end without a stop.
“james- i’m gonna cum.” you breathed out in a moan. his hands squeezing at the flesh on your thigh, they were reddened and begging to lightly bruise from him doing those similar actions for the last hour and a half.
“cum darling, cum for me.”
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
so, esentially speaking theres wizard potions to block out pregnancy. so he would be CUMMING INSIDE OF U. not nessesarily a breeding kink but he likes when your full and stuffed with his cum. he also loves to cum on your chest or thighs because he likes the contrast to your skin and he think it makes you so utterly pretty.
the wave of euphoria and stars dancing across your vision had almost come to an end as your boyfriends thrust got sloppy and rigid.
“pretty girl where do you want it, where do you want my cum?” he panted to you, close to his release.
“i want you to cum inside me jamie, please. fill me up.” you let out a small moan at his constant friction when you felt ropes of seed shoot into you, he rode out his orgasam then pulled out. you clenched around nothing as he came face to you cunt.
he pushed his fingers into you, a small moan leaving your mouth as you made eye contact with him.
“gotta keep you all nice and full, yeah?”
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
there’s nothing he would want more than a lap dance. you in you your lingerie you had just bought giving him a little show after one of a quidditch wins. 
“mhm, sit f’me.” you whispered into his ear, placing him to hit at the end of his four poster bed.
“and what have you got going on darling? a suprise?” he said, leaning against his two hands watching you pry at your tie and slip it off.
slowly unbuttoning your school blouse, flinging it on the floor. he lets out a small groan at the sight of you almost naked in your skirt. you walk towards him shuffling onto his lap.
“you did win after all, and winners get rewards.” you said circling your hips onto his clothed cock .
“fuck... the things you do to me.” he groaned into your ear as you continued.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
i’m gonna be honest i don’t think that much when you first get together. i mean there’s been ladies he’s a marauder but he’s only ever wanted to you so i feel like he just gets to know your body really well and he sort of just has instincts. like during your first time there’s those little awkward moments but you both make it run all good and smoothly
“s’gonna hurt y/n.” he murmured to you, situating himself in between your legs as you lock your ankles behind his back.
“i know, but i want this. i want you. i need you inside me.” you whisper in desperation for him, needing to feel him.
“you ready?”
“mhm, please.”
he slowly started to slide into you, when you let out your first hiss of discomfort, he slotted his fingers between yours and slightly halted his movements.
“keep going jamie.” you encouraged
he slid his way into your cunt until he was fully in.
“move please, i need to feel you.” he did his first pulse, light movements when you let an involuntary moan escape the threshold of your lips.
“mhm- jamie, keep going.”
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
missionary bc he just wants to see your beautiful face, against the quidditch lockers so he can just hold you against them or doggy bc he likes to choke you or pull you up so he can see your back arch for him.
you heard the bang of metal as james took you against the quidditch lockers and you tried to muffle your moans against his lips.
“gotta- gotta be quiet love. wouldn’t want anyone to know what we’re doing in here.” he panted into you ear. he continued as he angled your leg higher, hitting you g-spot as he continued his pace.
“james fuck- so good. so fucking good.”
“you look so fucking beautiful like this y/n.”
“j-james i- i cant hold on much longer. s’too much.” you moaned and whimpered from the back of your throat.
“pretty girl cum for me.”
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
there’s 2 kinds of sex with james, giggly super soft lovie sex. not necessarily making jokes but just giggling because he just tickled your side my accident or accidentally bumping noses. or there’s big dom daddy james where it’s very PASSIONATE but he’s very dominate.
his hand ran down the depth of your curves, a little giggle bubbling through your throat. he looked at you with a cocked brow, repeating his action as his chin rested on your stomach a small smirk on his lips.
you giggled again, your hand running through his hair. you brought his face to your lips as your finger tips danced under his jaw.
he giggled at your actions as well, also seemingly ticklish under his neck.
“you’re so distracting james potter.” you groaned as he continued to pulse through you while giggling at you.
“i’m distractingly beautiful y/n y/l/n”
“quite insuffer- fuck!” you were caught off with a moan as his fingertips danced on your clit. stimulating you.
“hmmm darling, cat got your tongue?”
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
so james has that thick mangle of tresses on his head, so i feel like he’s quite cleanly shaven, maybe just a bit of a stubble? but i feel like he would shave not only to make it more comfortable for him but for you seemingly easier and more comfortable.
i don’t think he would care if you were shaved or not, as long as you were comfortable your natural body hair is not stopping him from going down on your or having sex with you.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
ROMANCE KING ILL SAY IT ONCE ILL SAY IT TWICE ILL SAY IT THREE TIMES IF HE COULD EVERYTIME HE WOULD SPREAD ROSE PETALS AND CANDLES AND LIGHT FIRE PLACES AND E V E R Y T H I N G. during the whole thing your hands would e interlocked with his, chests pressed against eachother, eye contact, soft touches, soft kisses and mumbles of praise like whew.
“jamie- what’s this?” you asked, your eyes scanning around the room with floating candles and rose petals on the floor.
“well i figured i’d make it special, i dunno.” he murmured shoving his hands in his pockets. you turned towards him with a grin your face.
you grasped his face between your palms lightly kissing his lips before speaking.
“a real sap you are potter, my sap.”
“correct, 10 points go y/h.”
“thanks professor potter.” you teased before leaning in to kiss his lips again.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
i feel like he would A LOT and you would catch him A LOT. somwtimes u aren’t always there but u know what is there, a picture of you and his hands and he makes due when he needs too. but normally he just goes to you because he would rather anyways but sometimes there are bigger priorities then his random hard ons.
“y/n- fuck me...” he moaned, his hand pumping his cock in one hand and the other gripping his bed post, knuckles turning a shade of white.
his only thought being the way you looked under him, on top of him, infront of him, you’re beautiful beautiful body. you were currently occupied helping mcgonagall with extra transfiguration while james was in need... of you.
you had finished early, waltzing into james’ room like normal except you were met with a familiar sight of james pumping his cock in his hand while his head was slightly leant back and his jaw was slack.
you cleared your throat, crossing your arms and a smirk on your lips with an eyebrow raise. “couldnt wait atleast an hour could you?” you teased, walking closer.
“well now that your here, could you lend a hand?”
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
james has a daddy kink😐 literally that’s one of his most prominent kinks. i mean your his angel, his darling girl he would do anything for you i mean he just wants to make you happy. and i mean you calling him daddy while withering under him just makes him 😁
“daddy... please.” you begged him.
“ive been a good girl. i promise!” you were almost yelling at him, wanting him to understand.
“sweetheart we’re you a good girl when flirting with sirius?” his face got seemingly close to yours, asking you the question while raising one of his eyebrows.
“no daddy.” you said, embarassed. you had been waiting for james attention all night long but instead he was stuck all up in detention for a prank against snape.
and then when he finally arrived to the common room he barely spared you a word, so you did what you had to do to grab his attention and... it worked.
“so tell me baby, whyd you break the rules?”
“i just wanted your attention daddy! i just wanted you!”
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
i think his fave would be the dorms in the bed. but the prefects bath is a very close second. and he surely doesn’t mind the common room or broom closets that are very open to public where you both could get caught in comprising positions.
you heard the slosh of the water beside you, as you moved your hips onto james’ submerged underneath the prefects bath water as u straddled him.
his hands came to steady your hips as your buried your head in his neck, and continuously grinding your cunt onto james’ dick.
“fuck angel... just like that.” he moaned while tightening his grip
“f-fuck jamie-“ you whimpered in his ear, clawing at his shoulders.
“you’re doing amazing pretty girl, keep doing- fuck- you feel so good around me.” he praised you while groaning.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
SO JAMES LOVES HAVING HIS HAIR PULLED IN BED; WHEN HES GOING DOWN ON YOU, IN MISSIONAIRY, WHEN YOUR RIDING HIM JUST ALL THE TIME SO WHEN U PLAY WITH THAT MANZ HAIR HE COULD THROW YOU OVER IN SECONDS AND GET U ON THAT BED.
“so fucking tired.” james muttered walking into the common room after a two hour detention with filch.
he saw your body displayed on the vermillion couch, very opening that his body could just rest on yours while you were in a conversation with remus and sirius.
he quietly sprawled his head on your lap, his arms arranging around your waist as he gor comfortable.
you mindlessly started caressing his hair, and pulling on the tuffs lovingly, that was until you felt a hard pressure pressing against your calf that you remembered james’ small dirty secret.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
i don’t feel like he would be into hurting you? like slapping, knife kinks, seeing you hurt i don’t think he would find that arousing he would more just be concerned because he doesn’t like to see your hurting. i think he would still like spankings but i don’t think he would slap you in the face or anything.
“so y/n, d’you think you’d try it?” sirius asked you, while your eyes paid more attention on the potions text book infront of you.
“try what?” you muttered, clearly disinterested in the conversation.
“knives in bed.”
you brought your head up to look at him, cocking an eyebrow confused at his question.
“um, probably not. i don’t know that’s an odd question pads.” you muttered turning your attention back to your potions book.
“but wouldnt that like... hurt her?” you heard james say in a concerned and confused tone to sirius.
“could if you wanted too, but it’s more of the thrill.” sirius replied to james.
“no, i don’t think i want the ‘thrill’ m’good, thanks.” he agitatedly replied to sirius and looked at his own book.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
i feel like he would like both equally but he’s more of a giver at heart. it’s kind of whatever happens in the moment because when your thighs are wrapped around his head it’s like heaven but your pretty lips wrapped around his cock? also heaven.

your hands braced his thighs as your plunged your mouth deeper onto his girth, trying to take him all in while breathing for your knows.
“you take my cock so well pretty girl.” he praises to you, his hand in a makeshift pony tail holding your hair away from your face.
you went back to his tip, kissing and swirling your tongue around trying to catch your breath before pushing your mouth onto him keeping a fast past.
“i’m gonna cum-“ he groaned and his own release shooting ropes of cum down youve throat cut him off.
he slowly rid out his high as you continue to suck and then swirled your tongue around the tip and opening your mouth to show that you had swallowed his release.
“good girl.”
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
i feel like he changes pace a lot? sometimes it’s really fast, and deep but sometimes very slow and passionate and deep and loving. he’s a man of many talents and whatever the mood is he can keep that pace.
his hand had one firm grasp on your waist as he pounded you from behind and the other gripped the root of your hair.
“you gonna be a messy little girl?” he taunted you through gritted teeth
“y-yes.” you muttered through moans.
he had just lost a quidditch match to slytherin and you offered a solution.
something nice and rough.
and that’s exactly what the both of you wanted.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
i feel like they would happen from time to time but i feel like he would be more into proper sex because you are literally his only priority like getting you off is all he cares about so maybe there’s a quick a few times but definitely not all the time.
“shh if you’re not quiet someone’s going to walk walk by and hear.” james taunted you, your legs wrapped around his waist and your head dug into his neck trying to hold back your moans.
“james- i- i cant s’too much, too much.” you said while biting your lip, unable to see much do you the darkness of the broom closet.
“well sweet girl that’s what happens when you get needy during school hm? is my pretty little slut gonna cum all over my cock while anyone could walk in?” he began to mock you.
“mhm- yes.” your lip becoming dry and chapped from all the incessant biting, “please can i cum?”
“go on, cum y/n.”
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
i feel as long as it wasn’t hurting you or it ended up with you or him like getting with other people he would try it?
“are you sure, m’scared i might hurt you.” james murmured while tying your hands up to the bed post.
“m’fine, promise.” you assured him, that night you were trying something new. both of you had previously talked about ties and bondage and you wanted to try it once to see if you’d both like it.
you pulled on the ropes a bit making sure they weren’t cutting off the circulation of your wrists.
“see? m’good jamie.”
“ok but if something happens tell me, i don’t want you to hold back because i might be enjoying it you’re not.”
“james i promise.”
“i love you, y/n.”
“i love you too.”
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
that man happens to be a QUIDDITCH PRODIGY. HE IS A SEEKER. WHICH MEANS HE CAN LAST AWHILE. i believe that he would stop when you wanted to stop, like he could fuck you all night if he wanted too.
“one more darling, one more f’me.” his voice hoarse from the previous three rounds.
he wanted to know if you could go any more, ready to stop at any time.
“one more?” you said breathily to him.
“just one.”
“yes daddy, i want you, please.” you plead to your bespectacled boyfriend, you began clenching around nothing feeling empty again.
“mhm please, please i want you.”
“alright darling, no need to fret. m’right here.” he assured.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
i think he’s more like “why would you need those when you have me.” type of guy. like i don’t feel like he would have them even for punishments he would rather do it himself, even because he would feel closer to you like he’d rather fuck and tease you then silicone (bruh 😭)
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
i feel like you would do more of the teasing because he would automatically become obdient to you. if he was teasing it wouldn’t be for long because he would fuck himself from watching you squirm and tease you.
his palm rested on the inside of your thigh, tracing little shapes as goosebumps rose onto your skin.
“nervous, darling?” he teased in your ear while you were trying to converse with peter about arithmancy homework during dinner at the great hall.
“james. stop. teasing.” you said through gritted teeth, your legs squirming at his fingers grazing your panties.
“but you’re so beautiful like this, about to make a mess during dinner? think that’s polite y/n?” he mocked you, he loved that he had that effect on you.
you turned towards his face that was almost touching the shell of your ear.
“if you keep doing this i won’t fuck you for a month.” you whispered, venom like words leaving your throat.
his sapphire eyes quickly widened as he moved his hand by the cap of your knee. you smirked as he was almost frantic by your words.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
he wants the whole hogwarts castle to know that you’re his so he is loud. he groans, he moans, he dirty talks, he moans your name like he is EXTRA with it. sometimes you almost have to shush him but he’s not having any of that.
“james, hush! you’re going to get all the prefrecfs scrambling around the room if you’re to loud!” you said covering his mouth, feeling him smirk against your palm.
“but darling, that’s the whole point. don’t you want everyone to know who you belong to?” you flushed and pulled your hand away from his face.
“that’s what i thought love.”
“you know sirius will never let us live this down, bet he can hear from the common room.”
“then let’s give him a show, shall we?”
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
cockwarming. if you’re being a brat that’s one of the ways he’s gonna punish you, while he’s working on a prank and his arm is just around your waist to make you stop squirming.
“if you’re going to be a brat angel, i’m gonna start treating you like one.” he murmured to your squirming figure as he tried to figure out a new prank on snape.
you were sat on top of his cock, clenching and squirming almost begging for him to touch you.
“jamie please i need you, please, please please.” you begged him, yet no avail. a determined look on his face as he was scribbling on the parchment.
he swatted your bum, you jolted a bit at the sudden friction of his hand and began to whine.
he looked at you, a dark look in his eyes which shut you up immediately because you knew what that look meant.
“hmm, so you can listen to the rules? good girl.”
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
that man is big and thick and he KNOWS HE IS. i’d say 8inches hard?
you rested your bum on to your calves before scooching up to this belt buckle as he was standing, holding a faux-ponytail of your hair between his calloused fingers.
“are you sure, y/n? you don’t have to if you don’t want too.” he looked down at you, puling your eyes to look in his sapphire ones.
“m’sure james.” you assured him, undoing the buckle and swiftly pulling down his boxers and uniform pants at the same time.
his shirt discarded on the floor earlier, his dick slapping his clenched stomach. he was already hard from your teasing and grinding earlier.
your eyes widened at his size, nervous how you would fit it all in your mouth.
“what’s wrong darling?” he started to get concerned at your frozen state.
“nothing.. y-your just, so big.” you said looking at his cock and hearing a chuckle in the backround.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
i feel like it’s pretty high but it’s always depending on you, he would rather die than force you to do anything if you weren’t feeling it or just didn’t want too. so if you’re up for anything than so is he.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
if it’s during the day i don’t think he would get that tired, but if it was during the night and he just finished aftercare i feel like you would lay on his chest if he hadn’t worked you hard enough and you guys would just talk about anthing. but if you guys did a lot of rounds and you were on the verge of slumber he would just kiss your hairline and praise you as you fell asleep.
“my good girl.” he said while kissing your forehead. “i love you so so much, you’re the only one for me.” his hand dragging against the arch of your back, the only thing seperating him from your skin was the shirt he put on you.
“my sweets, does everything for me. how could i have gotten so lucky.” he whispered on the shell of your ear.
“hmm, jamie been asking myself the same thing.” you murmured, sleep almost pulling you under but not enough for you to reply to him.
“goodnight james. i love you.”
“i love you more, my sweets.”
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hiiiiiii i have a disease,,,im gonna make a seperate post for 8 other characters i had in mind w/ this same prompt for the sake of me not dying <3
anyway here's a few random madcom characters + an animal s/o because im deranged <3333333
Hank
-this one is a LITTTLEE easy i will admit but,,,Cat,,,,,it just fits!!!!
-he's very good at just kind of. dealing with whatever it is that you kinda throw at him. if you randomly decide you wanna try and take up all the space on his bed (good luck, its fucking Big) that's ok, he'll just lay down next to you somehow. if you decide you wanna lay on him then whoops!! he's stuck there till you get up now lol. (the amount of times deimos and sanford come back from missions and just see him sitting on the couch with you laying on his lap is uncountable,,,each time he just makes a gesture for them to be quiet so they dont wake you)
-VERY gentle w/ you, especially after becoming a mag. he always pets you very carefully with his more normal hand because he's scared of hurting you (there was one time he'd accidentally nicked you a little with his claws and he felt SO bad, kept fussing and asking if you were alright afterwards)
-you both purr!! his is a little louder than yours naturally but he kind of. tries to force it to be quieter because he wants to hear you :[ you kind of. get him into the habit of not doing that so instead he just lays his head on your chest or stomach so he can hear / feel it
-he can pick you up so easily its really funny. exactly ONE time on a mission where you were about to get hit from behind while dealing with another grunt and he just like??? SWEPT you up off the ground and wrecked their shit. the entire time you're just kind of there like 🧍
Sanford
-I'm so serious about this one dont even TALK to me. bnnuy.
-HE JUST THINKS UR CUTE!!!!,,,,ur a lot smaller in comparison to him (dont even get him started on how you look standing next to hank or any mag agents) and it makes him go :] ,,, on that note 9/10 he's carrying you around, he just likes picking you up and holding you since it's real easy and its a way of keeping you close to him (also he likes showing off his strength to you a little bit but shhh)
-rip to you though because you've got more sensitive hearing and. if you've heard his voice lines. then you know. this man. isn't always the quietest. BUT as soon as he noticed how you kinda flinch whenever he's yelling something on a mission or to one of the others then he apologizes a bunch and does his best to keep it to a minimum around you,,
-deimos is a menace and he would try and get san to confess to you a bunch'a times and it would usually just end in him trying to like. cover your ears or something so he can tell deimos to stfu. it barely works but its funny as fuck to see your confused expression and sans flustred one to dei
-all in all he just thinks you're really cute and kind of funny...sometimes you just kind of. sit down next to him and kind of stare because you want him to pet you lmao. on that same note at some point you just kinda. got into the habit of coming to his room to lay down with / around him and he just <:']
Sheriff
-AS MUCH AS I LOVE CATPERSON + SHERIFF,,,fox,,,,,,,,
-You're incredibly sly and fast, directly complimenting his more flighty nature. he is a coward who avoids danger and you ARE said danger, u are fucking deranged <3. at first he kinda thought of you as an enemy because you kept swooping in and saving him but the entire time you kind of. dragged him around like a ragdoll SJFFDJWCDS,,,you're running off as you pull him by the hand to follow you and you like. looked over your shoulder and gave this fanged smile back at him and he just . his brain fucing exploded you killed him. he didn't stop thinking abt it for like 3 days.
-anyways. you run circles around him its crazy, you two playfight and roughouse a lot. however he did have to ban you from biting too hard because you accidentally drew blood one time,,,,,u were apologetic and you kept checking the wound to make sure it was ok and that he was doing alright,,he wont admit it but he thought it was funny to see you all worried abt him, teases you about it but you just bare your fangs (jokingly) and threaten to do it again. he just gets flustered and rolls his eyes with a little scoff.
-you make a lot of like. squeaks and yips when you're excited or otherwise kinda worked up and he thinks they're real funny. he tries to imitate them but he ends up failing and 10/10 you hear his voice crack BUT he still considers it a win when it makes you laugh so :)
-admittedly he does poke and prod a lot lmao. he likes to trace your paws and to kinda. brush against your claws a little because he thinks they're really cool. also again this mans fucking weird, he's stuck his hand in your mouth before because he wanted to fuck w/ ur sharp teeth again. you bit him. he does not do this anymore.
Hofnarr
-(looks at a very specific mutual) hey. yeah no hof cat s/o lol
-he just!!! thinsk you're neat :) he really likes how sweet you can be and also still be evil and fucked up if you so please. you cause problems on purpose and he has to get you out of trouble lmao, SO...most times you just kinda stick around him (unless u have ur own work to do) and watch what he does. sometimes he'll have you help him out with certain things, eventually you kind of just. start picking up knowledge abt this and the first time you say something before he almost messes up on something he's just kinda 'oh yeah ur right....HEY WAIT YOU REMEMBERED-' he doesn't know WHY but it just makes him happy
-it is. admittedly. a little nerve wracking. to be nonhuman. in a lab that sometimes experiments on people. and nonhuman people. for some kind of obvious reasons. so he gets a little nervous about that sometimes. he does his best to kind of keep you out of serious trouble bc of that, keeps you away from phobos or any of his higher ups like him as much as he possibly can because he's scared of what they might do to you :[
-ON A MORE LIGHT HEARTED NOTE,,,u two stay up pretty late at the lab a lot. you just kinda help him out and you both get carried away. it's not an uncommon sight to any night guards or janitors to see you both talking in the dark with only like. a kinda dim lamp on as you both work. its like 1/4 you actually getting things done and 3/4s you two just talking about whatever comes into mind, he shows his more casual and laid-back nature in these moments especially. also not uncommon for people to see you both passed out in his lab curled up against eachother lol
-pets you absentmindedly a lot,,he isn't sure why he does it he just!! does!! he just kinda subconsciously reaches for you (sometimes you have to kinda. put your head under his hand for him which he appreciates). also likes messing with ur paws and claws a little, he's a lot more careful though since he's nicked himself on your nails before
#whoooo boy these tags are gonna be fun#dr hoffnarr x reader#dr hofnarr x reader#the sheriff x reader#sheriff x reader#sanford x reader#hank x reader#hank j wimbleton x reader#madness combat imagines#madness combat x reader#madcom imagines#madcom x reader#rot writes
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certified freak - pierre-luc dubois
a/n: there’s some whores in this house (it’s me, I'm the whore for pld) this is pure smut just imagine that covid isn’t a thing ok sorry it’s also not proofread hope u enjoy! like always feel free to leave me comments and lmk ur thoughts! yes this is loosely based on wap (bc that song was written for him)
word count: 2.7k
warnings (18+): slight daddy kink, light bdsm/choking, pld spitting in your mouth (god I fucking wish)
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The deal was this: if Pierre got a hat trick, you allowed him to do whatever he wanted to you (not that this was much different from any other time.) In the rare event of a dick trick, he was allowed to do whatever he wanted for a week.
Tonight he’d had a hat trick. And during the qualifying round for playoffs. And for the game winning goal. To say he was excited to come home to you after the game was an understatement.
In fact, it was all he could think about as he changed out of his pads and got ready for the post-game interviews. It was also all you could think about as you watched him score in overtime.
Knowing he would be busy for a little while after the game considering he was the First Star of the night, Pierre sent you a text as he got dressed.
I want you in nothing but my jersey when I get home
Your pussy fluttered at the message, your cheeks heating instantly when you read it. A few other girls asked if you were going out with them afterwards, but they all knew what you really meant when you said you just planned on celebrating alone with Pierre.
You left the arena soon after the game ended, and it took you nearly forty-five minutes just to get out of the parking garages. When you got back to your apartment, you checked your phone for Blue Jackets updates and watched a few of Pierre’s videos.
A lot of the questions centered around him, being as performed so well, but you were shocked at his coy replies to reporters.
“You’re now one game away from clinching a spot in the playoffs. Are you going to celebrate tonight or wait until you win that final game?” One man asked.
“I’ll probably just have a quiet night in tonight,” he chuckled with a smirk, and you knew immediately what he was thinking, “I’ll save the celebrating for afterwards.”
Maybe you were being a little impatient, but you took off your jeans and panties about half an hour before he said he’d be home. You unhooked your bra and tore it off immediately after removing your bottoms.
You let your hands drift lower on your body, slipping your fingers underneath the hem of Pierre’s large jersey. You’d been wet since leaving the arena, and now you were practically dripping onto your fingers as you waited in anticipation. Pierre wasn’t supposed to be home for another fifteen minutes, you had plenty of time to have a little bit of fun.
You spread your fingers through your folds, eyes shutting as you began to focus on the pleasure building in your body.
“Starting without me?” You heard a voice say. Your eyes snapped open, and you retracted your hand from your core in an instant.
Pierre stood in the doorway as he dropped his duffel bag to the ground. He stalked across the room over to the bed, looming over you as he tugged you closer by your ankles. You leaned up on your elbows and met his heated gaze.
“I thought the deal was I get to do whatever I want?” He asked, “I don’t remember giving you permission to touch yourself.”
“Sorry, Luc,” you breathed out, “I didn’t think you’d be home this early.”
The look he gave you told you that was the wrong thing to say.
“So you thought you could get yourself off without me knowing?” He raised his brow. You shook your head vigorously, hoping to backtrack.
“No, I—,” you began to apologize, but Pierre lifted his hand to grip your chin. He cut off your sentence by pressing his thumb against your lips to silence you. Slipping his thumb into your mouth, you instinctively closed your lips around them.
“I think you’ve done enough talking,” he replied, “Suck.”
Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked against his tongue and pressed your tongue to the pad of his thumb. Pierre’s eyes darkened as he gazed down at you. He pulled his thumb from your mouth, which sounded with an audible ‘pop.’
“On your knees,” he commanded, stepping back from the bed so he could unbuckle his belt. Eagerly, you lowered yourself onto the floor in front of him and placed your hands behind your back just the way he liked. On nights like these, all he wanted to do was take. And you were more than willing to give.
Pierre pulled down his dress pants along with his boxers before kicking them off to the side. His shirt was quick to follow and soon he was bunching your hair into one hand and tapping your chin with the other. You understood the signal. You opened your mouth at his indication and let your tongue roll out as you awaited his next move.
“Remember what to do if it gets to be too much?” He asked finally. In times like these, it wasn’t possible for you to use your safe word. So, since you weren’t able to touch him anyway, all you had to do was dig your nails into the back of his calves if it became too much for you to take.
You nodded your head in agreement.
“I need your words, baby,” he said tenderly as his fingers brushed against your cheek, contrasting the way he was about to completely destroy you.
“Yes,” you replied.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, daddy.”
Pierre’s hand tightened its hold in your hair before he slid into your mouth. He brought his other hand to grip at the base of your neck to help push himself deeper. Your tongue met the underside of his dick, and you closed your lips around his throbbing length.
He began with a few slow, deep thrusts, getting you accustomed to his size. You sucked harshly around his tip when he pulled back, and you felt his abs tighten at your movement.
“You good?” He checked in, staring into your dilated pupils. You nodded the best you could and punctuated it with another long suck.
Taking your answer as a green light, he gave you a dark look before increasing his pace. Pierre’s hips thrusted faster now, his cock hitting the back of your throat with each snap of his hips before he retreated.
He fucked your face with force, and you felt yourself gag around him every time he thrusted back a little further than the last time. Tears welled your eyes as you made eye contact with Pierre, and he felt his balls tighten as he gazed down at the mascara running down your cheeks.
Pierre’s jaw dropped in a low groan as he watched his cock disappear into your mouth and down your throat.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunted as your doe-like eyes met his.
His thrusts became a bit more erratic, and you tightened your lips even further against him as you knew he was about to hit his high.
“Gonna swallow for me?” He asked, shoving his cock deeper. You didn’t even want to think about how badly your makeup had run by now, but you gave him a pleading look to keep going.
Reaching his high, Pierre paused his hips mid-thrust, stopping as you swallowed around him. He pulled back a couple inches before his head fell back in pleasure and you felt his cum hit your tongue.
You swallowed as much as you could but felt a little bit dribble out of the corner of your mouth. Pierre pulled out of your mouth completely, and you brought your finger up to wipe the remaining cum before sucking it off.
“God, you are so fucking hot,” he praised, affectionately wiping away your smeared mascara.
Helping you up onto your feet, Pierre pulled you into his arms and dipped his head down to kiss you roughly.
“Congrats on your hat trick,” you congratulated between breaths. Picking you up with his large hands, he lightly tossed you back onto the bed before crawling over you.
“If only I could’ve scored one more,” he said wistfully, his mind imagining all the things he could do to you in a week.
“Maybe try a little harder next time,” you teased, bringing him back down to meet your lips.
He chuckled at your joke as he dipped his head to your neck to place open mouthed kisses against the skin there.
Pierre’s hands trailed up underneath his jersey and squeezed around your breast. Your mouth opened in a small gasp, and he twisted one nipple between his fingers as he bit at your neck.
He pulled back for a moment to slide further down your body. He pushed up the bottom of the jersey to bunch around your waist to reveal your dripping pussy.
“Baby, you’re soaked,” he commented in awe, “This all for me?”
“Always for you,” you moaned as he ducked down to bite at the inside of your thigh.
“Is this pussy mine?” He asked, meeting your gaze from between your legs. His tongue licked up your thighs until he stopped just outside of your folds.
“Yes,” you let out a shaky breath, “Only yours.”
Content with your answer, he licked a strong stripe up from your entrance to your clit. Your hand immediately flew down to grip at his hair that was beginning to curl with its extra length. His beard rubbed against your cunt, and your back arched off the bed with the added friction.
One arm reached out to keep you pressed into the mattress and your attempts to grind into his face were halted.
His tongue circled around your clit before he closed his lips around it. Sucking at your sensitive nub, you gasped in pleasure. Pierre ate you out fervently, you hadn’t even noticed he’d brought his fingers to your cunt until he’d slipped two inside of you.
He fucked you gently with his fingers as his tongue worked wonders on your clit. With his beard scraping against your folds, you felt your climax hit you suddenly and intensely.
Your toes curled as the white-hot pleasure ripped through your body. Pierre eased you through it, keeping his tongue light on your pussy until the shockwaves were over.
Before you’d gotten a chance to catch your breath, Pierre moved back up your body and engulfed you in a hot kiss.
You felt your wetness in his beard as his tongue entered your mouth to tangle with yours. You could taste yourself on him and you moaned at the feeling.
One of your hands snaked down between your bodies to grasp at Pierre’s cock, which was already starting to stiffen again. You pumped him a couple times in your hand until his grabbed your wrist to stop your movements. He removed your hand from him and moved it above your head. He took hold of your free hand to join the one trapped in his grip to immobilize you completely.
“Keep them there,” he stated before removing his hands.
You followed his orders obediently, and he rewarded you with a quick kiss. Pulling back, Pierre lined himself up with your entrance before thrusting into you sharply.
Your hands clutched onto the sheets beneath them as he began fucking you at a relentless pace. One hand rested by your head to steady himself as his other pressed fingertip-shaped bruises into your hips.
Pierre busied himself by sucking hickies into your neck as you bit your lip in ecstasy.
Your eyes flittered open as he moved his hand to your jaw. Squishing your cheeks together slightly, your mouth opened in a small “O” at the force, and something went unspoken between you two.
You let your tongue fall and relax as you stared into Pierre’s eyes. His grip changed so your chin was held between his thumb and pointer finger, and he took a second to gather some spit before he let it drop into your open mouth and onto your tongue.
“Jesus, fuck,” Pierre cursed, admiring the way you looked under him. His lips were back on yours almost immediately after, moaning into you.
When he pulled back, he pulled out of you in a quick motion. Pierre flipped you over onto your stomach and was piledriving back into you before you could complain.
Your face smushed into the mattress and Pierre’s arm stretched out to use your back as leverage while he pounded into you.
“I love seeing my name across your back,” he grunted out, his hands briefly moving to trace over the number ‘18.’
“Please, Luc,” you moaned into the sheets, “I’m so close.”
“What was that, baby?” He questioned, moving your hair aside to nip at your ear. You knew he heard you the first time, but he loved to hear you beg for it.
“Please let me come, daddy,” you whimpered, about to bubble over from pleasure, “I need it so badly.”
Pierre pulled your back against his chest, and his hand wandered up to your neck. He closed it around your neck lightly, applying just the right amount of pressure to push you over the edge. The fingers on his other hand snaked down, and he rubbed tight circles onto your clit.
It didn’t take long before you fell over that familiar edge for the second time that night. Your head fell back onto his shoulder, and Pierre released unsteady breaths against your neck. His hand tightened around your throat for a few seconds as he thrusted up into your cunt, chasing his own high.
He let out a loud groan of relief as he released into you. You felt his warmth spread throughout your pussy.
Pierre went still beneath you and his hand loosened his grip on your throat. You both panted as you tried to catch your breaths.
Slowly, Pierre lifted you off of his dick, and you felt some of his cum drip out of you and onto his thighs. His eyes fell down to the sight of you dripping onto him, and he let out another low moan.
Before he decided to flip you back around and fuck you again, he removed himself from you altogether. Gently, he laid you down on the bed and retreated to the bathroom.
In your blissed out state, you hadn’t even noticed his absence until you felt Pierre spreading your legs again. You flinched at the feeling of the washcloth between your folds as he cleaned you up.
He tossed the washcloth somewhere on the ground, making a note to throw it in the laundry later. You still laid on the bed with your eyes closed as your breath finally began to even out.
Pierre joined you and rested on his forearm as he watched you regain your composure. His fingers darted out to trail over the skin on your stomach from where your jersey had ridden up.
“God, I wish I scored hat tricks more often,” he said after a few moments of silence.
“Oh please,” you chuckled, “You know you can do this almost any time you want.”
“Yeah, but it’s not the same,” he mumbled, leaning in to kiss your cheek.
You hummed in agreement as you rolled yourself onto your side to face him. Your hand reached up to rub at the beard covering his chin. Normally, he didn’t grow it out this much, so you were thankful playoffs were still ahead.
“You should keep this,” you said, letting the hair scratch at your fingers.
“Oh yeah?” He asked, a smirk tugging at his lips. You nodded your head before leaning in to kiss him. Different from before, his lips sensually caressed yours, conveying all the love he had for you.
“Night’s not over just yet,” he said when you pulled back. You furrowed your brows in confusion at his statement.
“I think I can fit in one more round in the shower,” he suggested cockily as his fingers brushed over your hips, the indentations of bruises already beginning to form.
“Well, you did score a hat trick,” you concurred, “Can you get it done in twenty minutes?”
Pierre’s eyes flew to the alarm clock on your nightstand, and it was indeed 11:40. It wasn’t a rule that his celebrations ended at midnight, but you’d just challenged Pierre and he was not about to back down now.
“I only need ten,” he teased, tugging you off the bed and into the bathroom.
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