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Tibbies 🥺
Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me
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Something something have some thirst traps.
Where's the anon with the dumplings?
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why is steven being angry so cute . why. i should not like it. but its. (old man gif tumbling over)
#INJUST SAW A BUNCH OF FANART WHERE HE LOOKS GRUMPY WHY DOES IT TICKLE MY BRAIN LIKE THAT HHHRHREHEEEEH#IS THIS HOW PPL FEEL WHEN THEY SAY “X LOOKS CUTER WHEN THEY'RE MAD”#im abouta rb some art hang on guys EEKDHDGSHEJSJ#THE THOUGHT OF JAIDE MAKIN HIM MAD AND SHES SO CHEEKY ABOUT IT EHRHSHSHSGSGSG#steven hates to be mad at his wife but huni please stop cleaning MY ROCKS 😠😠😠 you're makin them lose their ROCK QUALITY 😠😠😠#THE DUST IS PART OF THE BEAUTY JAIDE DARLING 😠😠😠😠😠#whats wrong huni am just cleaning the place it might be bad for the baby 😔😔😔😔 smh#JAIDE DARLING 😠😠😠😠 (he adds affectionate words to make him appear less mad) (no hes very mad but he doesnt like showing it)#~ rambling#help i have a new art idea now SKSJJAJAKSKSA#♥️ memoryshipping
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your unemployed friend at 1:40 on a tuesday ⤴️
#establishing visual contact#ok to rb#i forgot how deceptively huge coulees are. my god i am tired#doing a cheeky little hike
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Eddsworld self insert stuff
#the duality of mars…..#one day i haaiii :3 the other day i bruh#do i keep rbs on haha…..#feelign cheeky 😈 *leaves them on*#so so mischievous of me hohohoho (nobody rb or else i’ll cry /j I don’t mind)#preferably self ship blogs only tho nobody else rb plz T—T#desperatelover.txt#karma_scribbles.png#selfship#self insert
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Genuinely don’t understand why “like spamming“ bothers some people.
#not even being cheeky here#I just don’t get it#someone could like and rb my whole blog and I’d give em a big thumbs up for the effort
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i would pay my parents so much money to just use the word queer rather than somehow fumbling with the acronym lgbtq every time they say it
#saying 'lg-t- whatever the acronym is' at this point is more homophobic than the word queer#like my good dudes. you can just learn the acronym. you could even go for the cheeky four letter version#but instead you just make it more difficult for yourselves and for what#if this gets discoursey i'm just gonna turn off rbs lol#ola.txt
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i see a post about "eroticism of the machine" & im legally obligated to think about breezie
#tis the nature of such things#mostly finished ehee ehooing on satoshi so im gnna icon bree the rest of the night methinks :3c#might be a lil cheeky n rb a meme. mayhaps. who's to say.#ooc. it's a breeze.
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Tee 🥹 so RB Gojo always shows up to YNs house unexpectedly or wants her to come over. What if one day out of the blue, like 2 am she shows up at his house in tears due to stress. And for once he can be the caretaker and dependable one. And then she falls asleep in his arms arms and he gets to be the big spoon for once. I could see her whispering “you’re it for me too” while thinking he’s asleep.- dabitee anon
✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。BEFORE & AFTER — GOJO SATORU. (rich boy! au)
contents. college au, rich boy! gojo, stressed reader :(, comfort, cheesy banter lol i tried ok, slightly based off of this drabble
notes. dabitee anon. babie u are my biggest rb! gojo inspo u always think of the sweetest lil moments between them sobsss i adore you sm
sometimes, gojo forgets you're not always put together. sometimes, you struggle to get assignments finished, and sometimes you don't wake up for work on the first alarm, and sometimes studying is too much to handle no matter how determined you are for an A.
"thinking about me this late, sweetheart?" he grins as soon as he picks up your call, laying back on one arm as he stares at the ceiling. he doesn't expect to see you call at two am, but you do—and when he hears the short, wet sniffle through the phone, he doesn't waste a moment to sit up. "sweetheart? you good?"
"toru can you let me in?" you ask quietly. gojo feels every crack in your voice pierce into his chest—it's rare for you to need him like this. he thinks he's always needed you more than you've needed him, truthfully. you've always opened doors after he's stormed out on his father, you've always laced your fingers after arguments with suguru, and you've always rubbed his back when he's hunched over toilets after one too many drinks.
when was the last time you've let yourself need gojo? he doesn't have the time to even try and remember, his feet carrying him over to open his front door quietly. and it's you—you with teary eyes and puffy cheeks, you with tired dark circles and wobbly lips. it's you, but it's not the you he knows, the one he's used to.
the one good thing about gojo satoru is he always knows how to talk—he speaks enough for two, knows how to fill the silence when you can't bring yourself to speak. his arms tug you into his chest before you can open your mouth to explain.
"did you drive all the way here with those watery eyes?" he hums, "wanted to see me that bad? it's dangerous driving like that, baby."
"didn't wanna be alone," you mumble, sniffling into his chest. his hands are big—they're good for rubbing slow circles into your back, the warmth of his palm seeping in through your shirt and pressing against your skin.
"i'd have come if you texted me," he hums, "'m always up, anyway. you know i was beating suguru's ass in mortal combat? he owes me a burger."
"you can afford one yourself, idiot," you huff, making him chuckle. something about the low rumble of his chest against your cheek makes the tears flow a little faster—not because you feel worse, but because it's safe enough that you can.
sometimes, you forget gojo isn't that spoiled and whiny handful you love to call him. sometimes, you're reminded that he's used to being alone, that carrying emotions enough for two is his forte. your cheek presses harder against his chest, like you could bury yourself inside of him like that, like hiding away in his ribcage is where you're safest from the rest of the world. maybe it is—maybe all you need is him to make it safe.
"who's got my baby crying the night before an 8 am class?" he asks softly, “i’ll punch ‘em.”
“what if i say you, will you punch yourself?”
“for you, always,” he nods seriously.
he knows how to ask these things like that: like it's not heavy, like you can make a light-hearted joke or two so that you're not drowning in your own vulnerability. sometimes, you forget that gojo is no stranger to hiding his own vulnerability, that he knows how to hide it under a playful grin and a cheeky laugh.
"that group assignment's due soon and no one's done anything yet but me, and i had to pick up an extra shift to cover for someone, and that quiz coming up is apparently super hard, and my electricity bill was high this month and i don't know why, and....and—"
"okay," he hums, "the electricity might've been me," he says with a quiet chuckle, "i always forget to turn the lights off. I'll handle it, yeah?"
"but—"
"it's not paying for you," he cuts you off, "it's paying you back. there's a difference. now c'mon. i make good hot chocolate."
"it's out of a packet," you sniffle, lips curled into a pout as his thumb swipes away at your tears. he traces the swell of your cheek before pinching it lightly, making you huff.
"hey," he gasps, "it's special because i put extra chocolate in it! it's my secret ingredient."
"it's not a secret if it's the main ingredient, toru," you mumble, letting his fingers thread with yours as he tugs you along to follow him.
"do you just live to correct me?" he whines, "can't i have one thing?"
and when he hears that soft, breathy little giggle from you, he smiles to himself, the ache of his chest calming just a little. you think gojo could always do that if he tried—pull a small laugh or two out of you even if the world was crumbling around you, keep your lips curved up even as everything goes wrong.
he's enough to forget about that damn project, and that extra shift, and that absurd quiz, and that distressing bill. maybe it's in the way he makes the whipped cream look like a crooked heart in your mug, or the way he burns his tongue as he takes a sip too fast, or the way he swings your arm as he drags you to his room, or the way he wriggles his brows at you as he takes his shirt off before bed, or the way he presses that delicate, sweet, careful little kiss to your forehead as you lay on his chest.
because he has to be enough, he thinks as he holds you, he has to be good enough for you that he outweighs every bad thing you'll ever deal with. he wonders if you know you're it for him, if you know that no one else could fill the spot you've wormed your way into unknowingly. he realizes it that night you hold him, the same night you didn't scold him for ruining your sleep, the same night he finds his way to you when it feels like every road is blocked.
and when the roads are blocked you find your way to him too. so he lays quietly under your cheek, feeling your fingers trace those slow hearts into his skin as he hears you murmur, "i think you're it for me too, toru."
his brows furrow—and then he realizes you must have heard him that night, just like he's hearing you now. a small part of him wants to laugh at the odds, at the way you both can't bring yourselves to say it when you're sure you'll hear each other. the other part of him thinks maybe you were always supposed to find each other, that you were always meant to stay awake and hear hushed words that are supposed to be secrets.
but then you tilt your head up, meeting his eyes, like you know he's awake. oh, he realizes, you've always known, haven't you?
"oh yeah?" he asks, "what if someone cuter and funnier comes along?"
you giggle—not one trace of stress or fear or defeat on your features, not with him there. "i met suguru and still chose you," you tease, making his gasp in disbelief.
"that's so mean," he whines, "i made you hot chocolate with extra chocolate! you can't say my best friend is cuter. and for the record, i'm way funnier than him."
"i'm kidding," you grin, pinching his cheek. "i love you. thank you," you add quietly.
"love you too," he kisses your temple. sometimes, gojo forgets what it was like before you—and he doesn't really want to remember.
atp rich boy! gojo is just his own character to me sjfjsjfj i’ve just created a whole new dude in my head with the same irritating blue eyes
#teepods.writings#drabbles.#rich boy! au#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo fluff#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk fluff#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen fluff
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Lando’s champagne trick makes me feral
A/N: Heheheheheheheh
"Stand in the front for me, yeah?" Lando whispers in your ear as he pulls away from the hug.
Lando had just gotten P2, your brother winning yet again, but you're more thrilled for Lando than anything. He's a good friend of yours, and you've wanted nothing but the best for him.
"Why?" You ask, but he just sticks out his tongue letting a McLaren media person take his picture, he just turns and winks at you as he gets swiped away to talk to Nico.
Max runs over, hugging you, but you don't think of anything other than what Lando had whispered to you. "I won!" Shaken out of your thoughts you smile, jumping up and down with your brother. "I'm so proud, congrats!" You laugh getting swarmed by RB personnel.
Looking up, you mouth the words of the Dutch National Anthem something you could sing in your sleep. You try to pay attention to your brother, but a certain orange covered driver stares right at you.
Pulling your eyes from Max you smile at Lando, who winks and smiles at you. When handed his trophy he raises it, but points at you. No one knows it's you he's pointing at as your surrounded by McLaren people.
Watching Lando, you see why he wanted you in the front. He shakes the champagne bottle, and mouths "for you" and slams it down hard. Shaking Max's trophy everyone watches it fall and shatter.
Covering your mouth, you try hard not to laugh as Lando is stone for a moment, then shrugs and starts spraying everyone with the champagne.
Rushing from the crowd, Lando storms down the steps apologizing to Max, who waves him off and past you. Lando skids to a stop in front of you, a cheeky grin on his face.
"Hey." Both of you saying it at the same time. "Look, I'm tired of this cat and mouse game. If you are too," He moves close leaning down to whisper in your ear. "I can repeat what I did on the podium with you hm?" Pulling away he smiles, walking off to go do interviews.
Leaving you red in the face, and hot all over.
#f1#formula 1#f1 fandom#f1 x reader#f1 x y/n#f1 imagine#formula one#f1 scenario#lando norris#lando norris imagine#lando norris blurb#f1 blurb#f1 one shot#lando norris one shot#lando norris x reader
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would you be able to do hcs of ellie partying with her s/o? i saw your post about something like that and it got me thinking about it hehe
hope you’re doing well 💞
PARTYING WITH ELLIE HEADCANONS
WARNINGS: weed & alcohol mentions, mentions of sex too. not proofread so apologies if there’s a mistake :)
TAGGING: @hazelnutsforellie @icedcold @prrimordiais @elliesstar @anchoeritic @elliephobic @apricxtt
A/N: i want to go party with ellie. rb’s & support is appreciated!
*set in a modern!au*
it’s not a secret that ellie prefers to have a quiet, chill movie night with you instead of going outside. she loves to be at home with you, but let’s get this clear: she only likes to go outside and have a fun night just because she’s going with you.
i get the vibes that she’d love to go partying once in a while, simply just to have fun with her friends and get a little drunk and high with you.
let’s talk about one of the best moments of the night: the pre party. that moment where you and ellie put on your favorite playlist on your speakers, the loud music filling the room just to get in the mood while she dresses up and you try to find the best outfit for the occasion.
if you’re having problems, she’ll gladly help you choose the outfit.
“does this look good, els?” you ask for the 3rd time, your girlfriend on the edge of the bed watching you walk around the room.
“honestly,” she says, walking towards you, trying to hide that cheeky smile while she puts her hands on the zipper of the dress you’re trying on. “this looks fucking hot on you babe”
“ellie” you say, earning a “hm?” from her, “up. you have to zip it up, not down”
(she knew that)
even if you choose to dress up more comfy, she’ll ask you to match outfits. if she’s wearing all black, you better wear something black too. if her shirt is white, yor better have something white on. she loves to match outfits with you, please let her ;-;
she loves it when you help her do her hair. she lets you choose too. want a bun? she’s alright with that. you feel like she would look hot with her hair down? she approves it.
she’d smell amazing too. just saying.
ellie also likes to smoke a blunt before actually going out, just to “warm up” a little bit. she always does it while you’re still dressing up, and she finds it relaxing and arousing to watch you dance around the room while trying on your clothes, putting some make-up on if you’re feeling it, or even taking some pics.
talking about taking pics: going out with ellie means having to take pics with her. that is a MUST. and i’m talking pics in the mirror of your room, on the bathroom getting ready, walking to the party, AND on the party.
some of those pics (especially the “in the party” ones) actually make you laugh and feel kinda embarrassed the day after when you look at them.
you know that part on the hangover movie where they take the digital camera and look at the pics they took the night before? YEAH. I’M TALKING ABOUT THAT.
“BABE YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS” ellie shouts from the other side of the living room, making you run towards your girlfriend, who had her phone in her hand
“let me see!”
she lets you grab her phone and you see the photo she’s talking about. it’s a photo where you and ellie look WASTED on the dance floor, ellie with a cowboy hat grabbing your hips from behind smiling and you biting your lip with a smile too, and with two drinks in hand. you didn’t notice dina was behind you both pointing at jesse, who (for some reason you wish you remember) was laying on the floor wearing dina’s sunglasses.
“this will not be on the photo dump i was planning to post” you returned the phone to ellie, who was laughing out loud.
“if you don’t post it, i will” she kept laughing at more of the photos taken last night, “this is so funny”
for some reason, you and ellie are always late.
a quickie before going out never hurt nobody, right?
when you finally meet up with your group of friends, you start to drink a bit and let the alcohol flow through your system. by the time you arrive at the party, you’re already tipsy.
ellie has a moderate tolerance to alcohol. she won’t get drunk if you give her two drinks, but she will definetely be tipsy if you give her three or four. and it’s SO funny to see her stumbling over her own words, laughing at everything, and being extra affectionate in public.
we all know ellie is the coolest girl ever. so, what makes us think she wouldn’t be the life of the party? everyone knows ellie there. everyone wants to party with her at least once. everybody wants to say “i partied with ellie williams and it was awesome” but only a few people can say that. that includes you, jesse and dina.
ellie likes to dance with you. she likes to tease you a lot while she’s at it, too. grabbing your hips, pulling you closer to her, leaving a sneaky kiss on your cheek…all while she’s guiding your movements with hers.
alcohol gets her horny sometimes too. so, you know what that means: bathroom. immediatly.
SCARY!GF!PRIVILEGE!
if there’s someone who dares to look at your direction the wrong way, they’re in big trouble.
if looks could kill, ellie would have buried that person before they looked at you twice.
with ellie by your side, there’s hardly anyone who dares to go and ask for your number or try to flirt with you. but if that happens, she’ll grab your chin and she’ll give you the hottest kiss ever. after that, she’ll just wink at you and grab your hand while looking at the poor person who tried to get your number.
“sorry dude, she’s taken” she’ll simply say before guiding you to another place where they can’t find you anymore.
she pays for your drinks!
if you feel like you need a break, she’ll always be there to guide you outside and take some fresh air once in a while. that’s also a moment where you realize how drunk you are. and how hot your girlfriend is. and how your feet hurt from dancing.
by the end of the night, ellie always makes sure to search for your friends at the party to go home together.
if you feel too tired to walk, she’d give you a piggyback ride <3
and if the party was held way too far from your house, she’d call a friend of hers to drive you both there.
fun fact: she called joel one night to drive you both home. it’s safe to say that he never volunteered to do that again. though it was funny for him to see you and ellie drunk.
once you’re finally at home (and if she’s not too tired to do it) she’ll help you take your make-up off and put your pajamas on before hitting the bed.
post party sleep is the best sleep ever. but the headache from the day after is not.
but it’s definetely worth it, because partying with ellie is just amazing and the hangover doesn’t matter when you both try to remember what happened last night.
#ellie x reader#ellie williams x reader#ellie x y/n#ellie x you#ellie williams x y/n#ellie williams x you#tlou x you#tlou x reader#tlou x y/n#the last of us x reader#the last of us x you#tlou2 x reader#ellie tlou x reader#ellie williams hcs#ellie williams headcanons#tlou headcanons#the last of us headcanons
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could you write we are never ever getting back together w/ rb seb or another dilf 🫶🏿
★ . . . 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐒𝐕𝟓
pairing: rb!sebastian vettel x ex!reader
in which you swear, you're never ever get back together with your ex sebastian, your first love, but it's harder than you thought when taking a trip down memory lane.
you were dead sent on your promise, you drunkly made on yesterday's night out with your girl friends at that small shabby looking bar around your street's corner — you were never ever ever go back to your ex, your stupidly handsome, cheeky, talented, rich boyfriend who has made a living out of his hobby, racing around the world, and who's blue eyes were deeper in it's colour than the ocean after a rainy day and the dirty blonde hair, which fell stunningly against his forehead in lose curls. those, you loved to comb your finger through them when you found yourselves on a sofa or bed, his head, comfortably resting on your lap, looking up to you with a cute smile, you had fallen in love with summers ago — back when you were green behind the ears, knowing absolutely nothing about love but thought otherwise.
no, sebastian vettel and you were over, forever and some more because you were a better person now, smarter than before. it should've ended after the first breakup that was caused by sebs hands — he said, he needed space, even though you haven't seen each other for a while 'cause of his hectic work schedule and you studying and working back home, resulting in you not attending every race on the calendar or more specifically said, all but two.
so the first break up happened, and oh well, you didn't really get his reasoning behind his words, but in a short span, you got together again after calling nights in a row, him halfway across the globe.
"I miss you badly, hase (bunny)", the german man sheepishly mumbled under his breath, face mushed against the pillow of his hotel room bed as he awaited your answer.
a low moan escaped your lips. you knew it wasn't going to work but you loved him too much, your first love.
"oh basti", you said, voice laced with longing. "i do, too, so much. when are you coming back home? we could meet up. . ."
on the other side of the call, you heard his laugh. "but should we?"
you also giggled slightly, realizing that the pair of you already went over the translucent barrier of broken up exes, strangers, friends, whatever you should be. "we definitely should. you love me, don't you?", you sweetly asked him, fumbling with the teddy bear he got you in monaco last year when you visited him at work and spent days afterwards with him in the heart of monte carlo, relaxing on the beach, shopping at the local shops and markets, and went on hikes. "because i love you."
silence greeted you for a second, and then another few, letting you wait in anticipation, wondering if he loved you or just wanted to have fun, have someone so he wouldn't get bored or—. "hase, there's no one i love like i love you, you know that, right? we complete and compliment each other so well", he answered. "I'd give you the world just to hug und kiss you right now."
you sign, a stupid grin growing on your lips. "then come back, sooner than later, yeah?"
"I wouldn't want to leave a lady waiting, hase."
and as he had said over and over again on the phone, he did come back for you, going as far as picking you up after work with a fancy looking car, you didn't want to guess the price of, dressed up in a dark button up and fitting jeans, sunglasses resting on his nose, hiding one of his most striking features.
you had hugged him in the car, no worry clinging in your brains as you pushed the dark glasses out of his face, interlocking lips hotly and climbing in his lap on the driver's seat, grinding down on him, making out like horny teenagers — which wasn't far off as you were just two young individuals, high on the feeling of being in love.
afterwards he drove you home to let you doll up for a date night which ended with him pushing you roughly into the sheets, rolling and play fighting, kissing and groping, moaning and whining. you felt right back into the relationship like you never had broken up in the first place. the only difference was the closeness; you took more breaks to visit him, travel the world alongside him and he in turn showed more interest towards your work and study, returning faster home to you.
but maybe that was the problem, the cause of another break up, this one.
you grew too fast close, too close, leaving no space — whenever he was home, you did everything and anything together, even if it was a one (wo)man task; there was unsolved pressure with the actions, causing you to fight more than beforehand and leaving you to passionately more or less solve a disaster by having sex. there were no character growth nor deep talk, you both rather went to your friends to talk about how dumb the newest problem in your relationship was — and his friends shared his views with yours, and they let you know about the information, resulting in more fights.
alas, in the end you broke up again just yesterday night, drunkly blocking his number to avoid the silent plea of a voice in your heart to call him, to beg him to take you back.
you'd miss him picking fights, you thinking you were always in the right and him escaping the house to listen some rock album in his old bmw. in addition to that you'd miss his cheeky comments, the loudness of his laughters, the blue hues of his magnificent eyes and the love he wore on his sleeve, showing it openly towards the world. you'd miss his warm touch and lips on your neck, the gently squeezing of your hands whenever you were out.
you'd miss your first love but sometimes it was for the better and cutting contact to distance would let you heal.
or so you thought because he had called you this morning, your head pounding, to tell you on your voice box that he still loved you — it left you feel exhausted and you strongly believed that you were never ever getting back together.
the teddy bear would acts as a reminder of firsts with a lover, him sitting prettily on sebs side of the bed.
˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗ rina speaks : loved the request, pls send more !!
#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#formula one imagine#sebastian vettel x reader#sebastian vettel imagine#sebastian vettel fanfic
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recent gabriel rb is making think about tommy experiencing boypussy for the first time 🥴😵💫 miller brothers would be boypussy whores tell me i’m wrong 🥸😵💫
NUH UH IN FACT UR SO RIGHT (this gif is them after dropping you off at home the next morning and giving each other an attaboy hug 😌)
warning: spit, piss, rimming, oral, squirting, anal, dp, slurs, spanking, pussy slapping, daddy/uncle fauxcest, brothers having a threesome but not doing each other
anatomical terms: cunt/pussy, t-dick
half the fun is them trying to outdo each other. classic sibling rivalry behavior.
they like seeing who can get you to do the nastiest thing and they’ll laugh about how much of a slut you are
they’ll be spitroasting you w/ tommy in your throat and joel in your cunt. then out of nowhere tommy pulls you off him.
“hey.” he spits in your open mouth and spins around, “lick my ass, boy. c’mon, get your face in there. use that tongue- oh, damn, that’s perfect… mmm… nasty little queer, ain’t he, joel?”
joel scoffs, “tch, that’s nothin’. yesterday i had him on his knees begging to drink my piss”
“jesus, man, that’s… that’s sick…”
joel shrugs, “take it up with him. he’s the one who wanted it.”
they like to talk about you like you’re not even there. like you’re a doll. like a dumb little thing like you couldn’t possibly understand them. like you’re a dog and they’re spelling out W-A-L-K so you don’t wet yourself from the excitement.
tommy’s in your pussy, “god, he’s so fuckin’ wet… i can’t… can’t believe it… he’s so wet…”
“you try puttin’ it in his ass yet, tommy? he loves it.” joel leans over to spank you, triggering your throat to spasm around his cock, “li’l whore’ll take all the dick he can get.”
they LOVE dping you!!! having two fat cocks in each of your holes, rutting against each other through your walls, fighting for space inside your body and keeping you FULL!!! they know it’s a lot for you tho so they’ll be very attentive throughout (they’re the aftercare gods btw)
joel will have you sitting in his lap facing him with his cock buried in your pussy. tommy comes up behind you, lubes himself up, and slowly, ever so slowly, breaches your asshole. the initial stretch stings, so you cling to joel and whimper into his neck.
“shhh, shh, it’s okay, baby.” he tenderly ruffles your hair and rubs your shoulders, “just relax and let uncle tommy in. just gotta let him in, son, daddy’s got you. yeah, you got it.”
“‘m almost there… doin’ so good for us, sweetheart,” tommy kisses your neck, “such a good boy.”
sometimes joel just wants to watch, so he’ll have you rest your head in his lap and hold your hands while tommy takes care of you 🥺 he loves watching you squirm and talking you through it
“oh! f-fuck! fuck! oh, daddyyy…”
“i know, baby, i know,” he swipes a lock of your hair off your sweaty forehead, “uncle tommy’s doin’ good, ain’t he?”
“yes, daddy…”
“so tell him,” joel tilts your face up to tommy, who gives you a comforting—but still a bit cheeky—smile in return.
“well, kiddo? i feel good?”
“uh huh~! y-yes~!”
“am i bigger than he is?”
“in yer fuckin‘ dreams, tommy. now shut up and fuck him.”
and so he does. he does that very well. and you end up powerwashing his dick when you cum. happens.
joel smacks your overstimulated sopping pussy, “go on ‘n’ get a taste of this juicy little cunt he’s got here. li’l guy’s sweet like a peach.”
and once the first drop of you touches his taste buds, he’s addicted. sucking your lips and t-dick into his mouth, the straw from which to drink you.
“oh my GOD, he tastes good!”
“heh. told ya.”
joel likes to cum in you, and tommy likes to cum on you 😌🤍
#anon#ask#joel miller#joel miller headcanon#joel miller imagine#joel miller x reader#joel miller smut#tommy miller#tommy miller headcanon#tommy miller imagine#tommy miller smut#tommy miller x reader#tlou#tlou x reader#tlou smut#the last of us x reader#the last of us smut#the last of us
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I agree, if Charles went to RBR it would actually be the best, PR-wise, for RB and him.
If anyone starts talking about Charles betraying Ferrari? The absolute shade Christian would throw out into the media about how Ferrari didn't treat him right.
People hating on him once he starts winning? Red Bull would bask in the media attention for being the villain team and having two drivers destroy the competition. They would post videos of getting booed and see it as a sign of superiority. You're right, they would definitely eat that shit up and throw it in everyone's faces.
And Charles in Ferrari media always gives PR-media-trained-perfect-angel-boy, but we all know Charles is actually unhinged and insane and can be snarky as hell. RB would allow him to not be a robotic PR boy for once in his life.
Honestly, it would be best for everyone, and most importantly, entertaining for us.
you know, i actually am not sure how demonic charles would be on main about it all. on one hand, yes, ferrari absolutely has a hand in how buttoned up his media persona is — but, he's been with them for so long (is ferrari the team that sent him to media training with sky? or was that earlier?) that it's definitely influenced his natural approach, i think. careful and deliberate is ingrained in him.
don't get me wrong: he has his moments. he's not afraid to get a little sassy, he will toss shade, but significantly less than other drivers (and half the time he gets kidnapped by silvia and returns suddenly happy with ferrari again). i can see the sudden shift in pr management from transitioning from ferrari to rbr going two ways.
first, charles doesn't really shift much. his personal brand is very polished and serene. it may have originated with ferrari, but it's part of the image that he has also helped to craft for himself. he may just me more relaxed and freer with his cheeky commentary, less likely to get scolded behind closed doors (but everyone knows so it may as well be in the paddock), generally be a slightly spicier form of charles... but he'd still be gentle about it. playful about it. not abandon his main persona very much, because a) i think a lot of it is genuine but b) a switch up would make it look not genuine. so non-robotic but not the fullblown rbr villainy that would entertain me greatly.
or: rbr as a brand encourages it. they will tell him he can do it, likely (within reason/without it blowing back on the team, naturally). they may even craft scenarios where he can be "real" on main. red bull gives you wings, after all, and charles' have been clipped for years. and charles, if he moves to rbr, knows what he is signing up for. if he wants to cohesively integrate into the rbr image and marketing (which he would want/need to) he would need to embrace a shift in his pr approach. that's something he would need to be committed to in advance. he might full-send it, or at least send it harder than expected. it might be part of the new marketing angle he's taking.
a combination thereof may be closer to the how the brand book would be put together. a happy middle ground, maybe. if you think about it, charles' shift in messaging supports it, too: "i don't care for pole, i want to win" "max may have the best car but that doesnt excuse his talent. the driver winning is still extremely talented even with the best car, btw. (pls remember that when i have the best car and suddenly am winning again)". it's little but it's noticeable; he's repeated it a lot.
#paddock politics#not to say that i dont think he means it re: max btw#obviously he respects him and thinks hes talented as shit#but its interesting that hes pointing that out SO heavily#me pretending to have etiquette by adding a read more#how did this get so long#i need to work on conciseness#for shame#*oracles#lestappen gate 2023#rbr charles
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Hi RBS! I have been curious abt this for some time but can't seem to find any info on google about it - but may I know why is DD associated with Gremlin? I googled and it says Gremlin means someone who is mischievous and cheeky. Is that the reason why? Thanks SO much!
Hi Kaijumama!
Fans have just always referred to him as a gremlin because he's often very mischievous, he has a mind of his own and doesn't mind creating chaos every now and then. GG has even said as much (in not so many words) in the past.
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