#it would be SR of course but like.

[paradoxicalpaldeann]

i want to try writing more experimental stuff but I’m not sure if anyone would be interested, so if I wrote a fic that mainly consisted of transcripts of video logs, news articles and other stuff would y’all read it?

#it would be SR of course but like. #it would also be heavily inspired by analog horror and eas scenarios #dox rambles #salt raiders

[m1d-45]

More unrelated Bird Xiao blurbs because this idea has me in a chokehold.

Xiao always felt guilty about the scar he left on your hand when he but you. He nuzzles that scar with his little feathered head every chance he gets.

Zhongli noticing Xiao is in a much better mood these days. When the former archon asks the yaksha about it, he swears he saw Xiao give a small smile before he left to pray to the creator.

Xiao gets hurt in his bird form. He can't fight back in this little body and ends up with a broken wing. When the true creator finds him, he can only chirp sadly and apologetically. 'I'm so sorry,' he thinks, 'I just wanted to find you.' But instead of leaving him there like he expected, you oh-so-carefully pick him up and use what little powers you have to heal him. His heart aches for you when he hears you murmuring comforting words to him while you hold him close. He never wants you to let go of him.

-sibling anon, who is currently fixated on all the fluff+angst material of this idea

honestly i could probably post this stuff as like. a Genuine Post. but i wanna answer this now and also have a really sad post right after valentine’s day (which is already q’d) so… here’s 800 words of bird xiao :)

xiao’s fond of sitting in your palm, head resting on the small scar on your finger. he feels so bad for it, always, the glimpse of blue engrained in his memory, but he hopes by covering it you won’t hate him for it.

you don’t hold it against him (honestly, you probably forgot) and treat him as you always do: with kindness. you pet over his wings and give him your almonds, and in return he sings you a gentle song.

he’s seen at the inn less and less often, it’s so quiet on the balcony that verr ends up calling zhongli over. the consultant knew the yaksha, somehow, and she hoped he could find out what was wrong. zhongli wasn’t expecting anything serious, but when the balcony was empty even after he called for him…

(across liyue, xiao stiffened in your hands. you frowned, but he only flapped up, up, and away, leaving you as suddenly as he arrived)

xiao appears a moment before zhongli was going to call again, seeming… almost relaxed.

they talk, and though xiao swears he’s keeping up with his duties… zhongli knows he isn’t lying, but he can see how his debt has lessened. his shoulders are straighter, he isn’t as hunched over, and his hands aren’t balled at his side.

zhongli eventually shrugs it off. hes not surprised xiao hasn’t been hanging around as often when the traveller recently went to sumeru; love does strange things to people.

xiao’s only seen you in his mortal form once, and it was entirely by accident.

he’d been traveling from one hilichurl camp to the next, and your paths had crossed. he’d frozen, unused to seeing you when he want the size of your palm, but even from a distance he could see the terror in your eyes.

he hated it.

he couldn’t move for you if he wanted to—he did, he wanted to stop and hold you like you’d held him, wanted to brush his hands over your skin and assure you you had nothing to fear—as you turned and fled, leaving him alone on the trail. he couldn’t blame you, in truth, not when his spear was drawn and his face was taught with irritation. it made sense you’d be afraid of him, just… he wasn’t prepared for it to hurt this badly.

he’s been careful to only approach you in his smaller form ever since, no matter how far he had to fly. it wasn’t worth scaring you.. not after he’d already hurt you once.

he was distracted as he flew, not seeing the hawk that was diving for him until it was too late. the claws of the larger bird slammed him into the earth with a sharp crack, and he let out a cry. he couldn’t shift, not now, not when it was the time when you were usually walking about-

“hey!”

the bird didn’t pay attention to your call, only pressing xiao down further, but he did. he tried to wriggle from the hawk’s grip, to avoid the sharp beak that could spell his death in this smaller form. all he needed to do was get out, to slip free- but what if you saw him? would you still be afraid of him?

a large stick hit at the hawk, knocking its beak from xiao. you’d picked one up, one of the many splintering sticks scattered in liyue. you.. were protecting him.

the hawk cried and let him go, flapping backward, but you continued to jab at the dirt in front of it until it caved in and flew away.

xiao tried to flip to his feet, but one of his wings was hurt badly, pain shooting up his shoulder when he tried to move it. another weak chirp slipped out of him without his meaning to, and you turned, worry on your face.

you knelt—you shouldn’t be doing that, not to him, not when he was so dark and you were such a bright light—and carefully picked him up, cradling his small form in your palm. the warmth from your hands quickly covered his body, seeping into the definitely broken bone and easing some of the pain.

you carried him back to your messy camp, carefully hand-feeding him bits of almonds. if he weren’t covered in feathers, he’d surely have flushed a bright red, but he couldn’t deny that the food did help slightly.

for the rest of the day, he sat in your palm in a quiet half-sleep, weakly chirping whenever you checked on him. other birds came and went, but you kept him sheltered in your hand, wiping away any dust on his feathers.

by the time morning came, his wing was barely even sore.

#m1d : [chats] #m1d : [secrets] #sibling anon #bird!xiao shenanigans #i could genuinely make this into a post like /srs but like…. why do that…. too much work….. #n my fated diluc post is already set up n q’d….. #i didn’t fistfight tumblr to get that to work to delay it by two days yk? #would i like Internet Numbers of course but like… this is our littol secret…. #also the line abt the traveller is meant to be like. zhongli thinks xiao’s with the traveller. he’s not. but. #man idk i need to shut up #1k research paper = cringe but 800 words of xiao = i’d love to #bird xiao **cradles him gently**

[g36a2]

not the worst of lapham's crimes but tommy's short hair being a symbol of recovery was evil.

#this with tommy's ''saving the world'' line is so. #it should have been longer at the wedding. #g36a20p027 #like he doesn't get to keep any of the personality we saw him have prior to his recovery! #''a healthy happy man would not think badly of his brother's military service!'' all that really was the drugs + riley sr speaking #what about loving your brother despite believing the path your father's abuse has set him on is the wrong one... same as you? #what about reckoning with the fact that some of the things your abusive shithead father said were right? #tommy and riley sr shit on simon's service because they wanted to hurt simon. so it would have been the perfect plot twist #had tommy retained those views once recovered and in a better place. impactful even #but of course not. riley sr said those things BECAUSE he is an abusive shithead. and tommy because he was in a dark place #and it's so much more compelling to jumpcut to the most cartoonishly happy family of all time being fridged #like man simon changes the trajectory of tommy's life by loving him and staying with him through the worst of it #meanwhile tommy changes simon's life by fucking dying. and it's tragic but for me the emotional impact of this tragedy is tainted #because out of cowardice the writers kill tommy riley twice #first by discrediting what he stood for while an addict and only then by actually killing him off #you can even still kill him off. simon and tommy have a row about his being in the military and then boom dead family #keep everything about tommy as seen in the comics except have him be a counterweight to simon ''i kill killers not arabs'' riley #extra angst extra unfinished business AND tommy's character is not assassinated #FUCK! the comics could have been GOOD! #this is the exact same reluctance to depict anything even remotely anti-war that led mw3r's dogshittification #which is bizarre since my anti-war tommy conspiracy could still be vindicated through pro-boot eyes #since his role is to die his character coulda had a saving pvt. ryan-esque ''the naive are destroyed by the peace they advocate'' type deal #like them not having tommy believe the things he did post recovery reveal a genuine contempt for anti-war thinking #it's like the writers genuinely thought they wrote tommy overcoming multiple character flaws. nightmarish! #so i guess tommy's short hair is one of lapham's worst crimes as it reveals a disturbingly sincere veneration for the status quo during #twenty-fucking-ten of all times!!!

[froggyworlds]

"No, Mark, you're not listening to me! I laid it out for you, plain as day, and you're not listening! I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND. I am not Cesar Torres- I'm a fucking monster that killed him and took his skin- why can't you accept that?"

#you guys I'm in a silly goofy mood. putting every variation of alt!cesar that I have in the blender today<3 #cesar and adam be having slightly different flavors of identity crisis in this one aksjdk #mythic's aus #the mandela catalogue #mark heathcliff #cesar torres #the mandela catalogue au #static corruption au #there are similarities between sc and htb but they aren't the same I swear /srs #I came up with sc like. months ago. I have doodles of it dating back to january #but I do feel kinda bad since the premise is definitely similar to htb and of course I decided to start working on it again after getting #into that au. but like. just want to clarify #they aren't the same and sc isn't a cheap ripoff I SWEAR #I would never do that. anyways sorry for the rant. enjoy the snippet

[ne0nwithazero]

I feel like I'm super annoying talking about the neocities website stuff but like

As someone who has experimented with so many different hobbies all of their life, and has only ever managed to stick to drawing and keeping everything else like writing, sewing, 3D modelling, etc on the side

It's like So refreshing to find something new that I genuinely find this much joy in doing. The fact that I feel like I've given up on drawing as a career because I want to pursue web design instead... Maybe it's too early to make those decisions, but I've had a lot of thoughts lately

#Jay Talks #Neocities Tag #Technically I had already given up on art as a career a loooong time ago #But it's kind of that thing like #It's the one thing I'm good at #So if not art then what else? #So I was kind of clinging to the idea of that #But I don't think I could enjoy a job in art #I feel it would ruin drawing for me #idk did I mention I'm going to try and do a web design course this next year? #It's been a long time since I felt a semblance of hope for my future #I swear if this doesn't work out either I might just lose it lmao /lh but in srs please help me kind of way

[kissmefriendly]

Whale Weekly is my great white whale because when I pick up a book I finish that book. But Moby Dick? I picked it up at 11 and never finished what I started… I was young, unprepared. That reading experience took everything* from me. Time for some fucking revenge

#I can’t NOT finish a book and I’ve just never had the time to get back into it! #and I do find it kinda funny the book that escaped me was moby fucking dick #I just remember REALLLYYYYYY wanting to be a sea captain more than anything else #coz yeah the OCEAN man the OCEAN! on a SHIP! in the OCEAN! #anyways I fully intend on finishing what I goddamn started #/j but also /srs #whale weekly #moby dick #I fucking remember reading about Capt Ahab jfc #and being like ‘Okay he’s crazy but when I’M a sea captain I won’t be crazy and I won’t kill whales! loser’ #i was a KID spare me! of course I had a pretty romanticised idea of what life at sea would be like lol

[orangerosebush]

Do you think that Artemis and Butler ever explicitly told Angeline and Tim that they orchestrated Fowl Sr's rescue from the Mafiya, or did that just never like... come up

#artemis fowl #it would be very funny if Fowl Sr said something along the lines of 'ever since -- well of what I remember that is -- I was rescued from #captivity at Britva's hands I just... cannot do sea travel anymore.' and butler kind of... hums noncomittally and then says -- thinking #nothing of it due to the fact that it's years post-series and everyone who is a Butler or a Fowl knows about the People and their #adventures -- 'It was horrifying waiting to see if you'd survived the fall from the ship. Holly was looking for you for what felt like ages #to Artemis and I'. and Fowl Sr pauses because wait. why was *Holly* the *elf* from *Haven* fishing him out of the fjord in Murmansk?? #'well' Butler continues reluctantly - having not foreseen Fowl Sr being out of the loop on this - 'of course. it was part of why Artemis a #and I were involved in quashing the rebellion Opal was orchestrating in Haven at the time' #and Fowl Sr has this moment where his brain just... buffers. because he KNEW that there must've been *some* reason for why Artemis went #from being public enemy number one to the People to saving their civilization time and time again. but he had assumed that it was largely #an alliance engendered by Artemis and Butler feeling guilty? or something? CERTAINLY he did not think that he was being dangled as a #bargaining chip with sentience into affairs lol

[the-down-upside-finch]

Babe please tell me the random gay sub plot and werewolf character just popping up.

OH I see you saw my tags gksjgkskgksnjg--

The werewolf character literally popped into existence when I needed an excuse for one of the characters in the story to leave the house, and the excuse was that his friend needed to be picked up from a bar because

Drunk werewolf = problem for basically everyone involved (if it's getting late at night)

I'll leave that part somewhat vague because it does kind of feed into the plot of the first arc, but yeah. There's a werewolf character that's now actually relevant in the 25% Crisis series.

And, uh, as for the random gay subplot--

You know how sometimes characters just do what they want and how I (the author) am merely a messenger that relays the story of what they do? Yeah, so, it turns out one of the characters may or may not have a crush on the gay wizard.

Trust me when I say that this becomes possibly the most convoluted subplot that it possibly could be. It's like a love triangle but worse because it only involves two people and a really confused bystander. Everyone thinks they know what's going on and so they're trying to gently guide the other characters into making decisions.

Nobody has a clue what's actually going on and it's now a source of absolutely comedy for me to take full advantage of.

(These were the tags in question, by the way:)

#Zeta Rambles #About the OCs #25% Crisis Series #I'm being really vague because I'm probably going to drop the prologue and first story during this coming week #I'm really really excited to share this series but I feel like I definitely need to clarify that the target audience is young adults #There is. A lot of swearing and somewhat adult themes such as COLLEGE and also drinking and mention of sex #Of course there are no actual sex scenes because as an SR asexual I would rather swim across the ocean than write those scenes but #Some people are cool with being open about their hook-ups and this is a slice of life story. It's just how it goes haha #Zeta Replies #my-cursed-prince #Long Post

[ryan1014n2]

(12/29: Okay, I'm just going to quietly close these because I'm not having nearly as much fun doing this as I thought I would. I'll still respond to some I've already gotten though.)

Hello! I’m opening up ✨ character asks ✨ for the Skarloey Railway engines!

Characters available for asks:

Skarloey

Rheneas

Sir Handel

Peter Sam

Rusty

Duncan

Ivo Hugh

Duke

#okay let's see how this goes! #a fun way to spend my winter break I think 😊 #I feel silly making this post but I WOULD like to try this out #as if me not being an ''ask blog'' stopped people from sending asks addressed to the engines anyway #the normal kind of asks (the ones for the person actually running this blog lol) are of course still acceptable #ask the SR engines #<- organizational tag #my post

[vinkumakkara]

the issues with srr run so much deeper than you could ever imagine but it’s absolutely not “more of the exact same” like some game journos have worded it, and it’s really not for some mythical new audience of gen z twitter users either like the fandom at large perceived it (even though it definitely tries to clumsily and superficially court such people). at its core the game was genuinely made for the pre-existing fans, like when it comes to the series itself srr really does try to expand and innovate and sr2 specifically seemed to be the baseline they’d set for themselves when it came to major aspects of the game, but it all gets lost under the initial negative impressions where you mainly just notice how broken it is and how absolutely terribly it’s written. it’s like both too big and small for its own damn good and the apparently intentional lack of a coherent narrative to use as the backbone and focus of the experience has reduced it to a scattered pile of Stuff compared to the game they were seemingly trying to match if not outdo

#without the writing being the way it is. i would say this game is the best sr that has come out since sr2 #like it's faint praise honestly but holy shit this game is such a goddamn mess it really can't be overstated #i hope V can do something more with the assets they made for this game. i'm a hardcore supporter of map reuse in open worlds #if it's done like sr2 of course.

[ardentpoop]

hyperactivity phase meaning i cant not be completely insufferable

#i start thinking im so funny (terrible for everyone around me) #on a srs note i think ppl irl like me better when im like this which sucks balls bc it's physically exhausting and unsustainable lmao #i exert like 3 days' worth of energy in a single night. and of course i dont sleep #and it isnt focused energy either i would gladly take that #it's like spurting everywhere . uncontrollably. innuendo intentional

[mx-paint]

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#i learned today the prydwen has kids when you blow it up #its kind of funny in the way someone was callind me a monster for blowing it up. #and im just like. there are What #whenever i go on there i swear i never find any kids #ive played the game a hundred times now and i Still have never seen a kid on there #ive seen the chalk drawing and the toys of course #but like. an adult could have done that/srs #i would do that #or it could have done before game considering #either way the argument falls flat. the institute And commonwealth have kids too #and being completely and utterly neutral isnt a possibility here so

[whorekneecentral]

Traditions

Carlos Sainz Jr x Fem!Reader

Warnings: loose version of spanish new years traditions (might not be accurate, I googled lol), carlos has wandering hands, red underwear means good luck, dirty texts, carlos sr is over his son and his nonsense, you and carlos are on grape prep, kitchen sex, oral (f!receiving and m!receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), hair pulling, 'whore' used in a sexual context, cumplay sorta, ana is over you two as well, midnight kisses.

Word Count: 1,839

Author's Note: sorry for the late upload, it's been a hectic day!

merry smutmas series

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Coming back from Christmas with your family, the two of you return to Spain to celebrate new years with his family and all their traditions. 

The holidays were a big thing for the Sainz family, both Christmas and New Year's warranted a big party.

It's 8pm on New Year's Eve and you were getting ready for the party that would be starting in an hour. You're in your boyfriend, Carlos's bedroom, sitting at the vanity doing your makeup when he got out of the shower.

You can see Carlos's reflection in the mirror, the white, fluffy towel hanging off of his waist to the beads of water still dripping down his bare chest. "I can feel you staring." He says, walking over to you.

Rolling your eyes, you speak. "Admiring, not staring. I have manners, unlike someone." You teased, watching as his arms snake around you, hands pulling on the bow that kept your robe shut.

"Behave," you scolded him, swatting his hands away. Carlos ignored you. "You look beautiful, mi amor." He whispers in your ear, your cheeks now red and the same colour as your bra that was peeking out.

Seems Carlos noticed the same thing, undoing your robe to confirm what he saw.

"What's this?" He asks, admiring the red lace you were wrapped up in. He seemed a bit confused to see you in the red set, knowing that it was something that you kept solely for when he got good race results.

Your brows furrow, "do you not know? Your sisters say that red underwear brings good luck."

"You don't really believe that," he chuckled, walking off to get dressed. You roll your eyes, "as if you don't. Your mom told me about your Ferrari contract and the red boxers that you keep for special occasions."

Carlos peeks out from his closet, "she told you that ?"

"Of course, do you think we sit in silence when we have lunch?" You laughed, taking the curlers out of your hair.

At some point after that, you two ventured down to the party.

Things were well underway, Carlos's parents entertaining, his sisters with their husbands dancing around with a few friends.

Carlos had separated from you to talk about his racing season with a few of his cousins who had arrived to the party late while you were pulled into a conversation with his father and his colleagues. Your father in law liked to show you off, his arm over your shoulder as he tells all his friends that you were like another daughter to him.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, glancing at it to see who had texted you.

It was your boyfriend, the same man who had been making heart eyes at you all night long.

From Carlos: meet me in my room.

You rolled your eyes, knowing what he wanted but you shot him a quick reply anyways.

To Carlos: what for? can you not see that I'm busy ?

From Carlos: a quickie, what else? I can't take my eyes off of you.

You snorted a laugh, he was ridiculous; he acted like a horny teenager around you, despite the fact that he was 30.

Carlos Sr seemed to notice your little laugh, glancing over at you. "Que pasa cariño?" (what happened dear?)

You decided to give Carlos a mini heart attack, knowing he's looking at you right now. You show your phone to his father, his dad rolling his eyes at his son's behaviour, giving him a disapproving look from across the room.

Carlos Sr takes your phone from you, texting something you don't see until he passes the phone back to you.

To Carlos: ella está ocupada ahora mismo. (she's busy right now.)

Your lips pressed together, biting back a laugh as your father in law led you to the dance floor, his hand in yours as he spun you around. You indulged the man, dancing with him for a bit before passing him over to Blanca for the rest of the song.

Reyes finds you shortly after, her hand in yours as she drags you to Carlos, also grabbing her son by the wrist. The two of you exchanged a glance, a bit confused as to what was going on and unsure if you were in trouble for something. The woman takes you two into the kitchen, there are little bowls lined up on trays as well as 4 massive basins of grapes.

"I forgot to ask the catering staff to put these together, they've left for the evening. Can you two do it?"

Carlos nods, "of course, no problem."

They had a tradition, 12 grapes at midnight was a symbol of the upcoming 12 months and would bring you good luck.

You and Carlos were left to sort out the grapes, putting twelve of them into each bowl; you started lining up the bowls while Carlos was washing the grapes off in the sink.

The two of you split it up, as he dried them and put them back into the basin, you sorted and dropped the 12 grapes into the small bowls.

You were on the last set, Carlos was moving the ones that were done to the table by the door so it'd be easier for the guests to grab.

The man comes up behind you, arms around your waist, lips on your neck. His stubble poking at your skin, kissing it softly. You rolled your eyes.

"What do you want?"

"I can't give my girlfriend a kiss?"

"No," you scoffed, "a kiss is never a kiss with you."

Case in point; Carlos's hands wandered down from your waist to your hips.

"Carlos," you mumble, feeling his fingers meet your bare skin, the hem of your dress moving higher and higher with each passing second. "Don't," you warn him, the man ignoring you.

The grapes long forgotten, your hands gripping at the counter as you feel your boyfriend drop down onto his knees behind you, a trail of sloppy kisses on the back of your thighs.

“Carlos,” you call, “we shouldn't.”

“Don’t you want to?” He asks, fingers dancing along your skin. You let out a breath when you feel his lips on your thigh, soft kisses being peppered across the surface. “Of course I do.” You whispered.

“Then shut up,” he smiles, his head disappearing under the dress.

Your head falls forward against your arms when you feel his tongue on you, he’s yet to move your panties and you're already a mess.

He finally does, smiling to himself when he notices that it’s also red; matching the bra he saw peeking out the top of your robe earlier. “Fuck-” you breathe, fingers still gripping at the marble counters.

He looked up, fixed on you; your hair tossed in every direction and your head tipped back. He can see the necklace you have on, the 55 pendant hanging from it, the same pendant and necklace he gifted you all those years ago for your first Christmas together.

The man gets up, kissing you when he does. You can taste yourself on his lips, Carlos turns you to face him properly and pushes you back against the counter once again, your hand slipping between the two of you as you undo his pants. He pulls your leg to hitch on his hip, your panties already pulled to the side and your dress rolled up at your hips.

Please don’t let there be wrinkles you think, the thought being cut off when Carlos pushes into you. His lips find yours, muffling your moans as he fucks you. Your nails dig into his bicep, his shirt sleeve definitely wrinkled.

“Hold on,” he tells you, pulling out and you whimper at the loss of the fullness. Carlos turns you around and you get what he’s doing, letting you feel a bit more comfortable.

Soon enough, you’re bent over the counter, the last row of grapes discarded off to the side.

His hand is placed on your hip, holding you in place as he pushes into you, picking up the pace again. Your head drops down onto your arms and he didn’t like that. He pulls you up by your hair, your back arches and his arm wrapped around your middle, holding you up.

“You don’t want everyone to hear what a whore you are, do you?” He asks you, his lips against your ear.

You shook your head, knowing if you speak, you’d just be rambling incoherently. “Gonna cum for me, aren't you ? You’re my good girl.” He says.

He feels you clench around him and his hand reaches between the two of you, his fingers finding your clit once again. “Oh my god,” your hips bucked, Carlos' fingers matching the pace of his hips, your body rocking back and forth to get the most out of him.  

“C’mon amor, want you to cum for me.” He says, knowing it won't be long more. 

He watches as your eyes flutter shut and he reaches you with his other hand, holding your jaw and pulling you up a little, your elbows holding up the weight of your body. A few more sloppy thrusts and between that and his fingers, you’re over the edge. 

He kisses you, muffling the noise you were making. 

Without warning, Carlos pulls out of you and pulls you off the counter. You were confused as to what was happening, still in a post orgasm daze. 

The man has you on your knees, looking up at him. 

The dots connect the moment his cock’s pressed to your tongue and he watches as you circle your tongue around the tip. 

“Fuck,” he leans back against the counter, pushing your head down to take all of him in your mouth. His eyes are fixed on you, hand tangled in your hair as you take all of him in your mouth. 

The sight alone was enough to get him to cum and it did. 

You look up at him through your lashes as swallow. 

His hand finds your chin, leaning down to kiss you. “Good girl,” he mumbles against your lips. 

It takes you two a moment to re-situate yourselves, fixing your clothes and hair. You had Carlos wipe the counters down while you washed your hands rather thoroughly before finishing up on the grapes.

There's a knock on the wall, Ana peeking into the kitchen. "Mama wanted to know if you two got lost in here." She joked.

Carlos shook his head, "we were just talking."

Ana eyes your smudged lipstick and her brother's messy hair. "Hm, okay. Help me bring out the grapes?" She asks and you push past Carlos, ignoring his smirk as you helped her carry out the trays and pass out the grapes.

Shortly after, you find Carlos in a corner. You passed him a bowl of grapes and kept the other for yourself as you sat on his lap. One by one, you ate them until all 12 were gone.

The clock struck 12, the fireworks popping outside. "Happy new years, mi amor." Carlos whispered to you, kissing you softly.

Your thumb brushed over his cheek, "happy new years Carlos."

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[coeurify]

ellie the type of girl who has to say whatever she’s thinking the second she thinks it or else she forgets. ok, but imagine that during sex

a/n I FUCKIN CANTTT with this plz don’t take this srs its silly goofy

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“f-fuck, el— right there,” you’re whining, full on babbling by this point, pretty nails— that she picked the color of earlier that week of course— digging into ellie’s back, scratching over the chestnut colored freckles there. her lips are on your neck, wet and warm whilst she licks over your pulse point, rocking against you with her hand.

her hand? her hand that’s squeezed between the fat of your thighs, two fingers filling you up oh-so perfectly, curling to hit that spongy spot inside you that would have you keening.

and you’re almost there! you’re so close, eyes squeezed shut, mouth hung open and blubbering her name over and over and-

“shit— we need milk, we’re out of milk.”

it’s like a record screeching, the way her rosy face lifts up, tufts of auburn hair stuck to her sweaty forehead as she startles at the realization she made— while literally knuckles fucking deep.

“w-what?” you gasp, head falling back against the pillow as her fingers slow just slightly, the random thought coming to the forefront of her focus. “I forgot to get it yesterday.” she continues.

“you’re telling me that, ri-right now ellie?” you whine, rolling your hips against her hand, grinding yourself against the fingers in you.

“If i don’t say it right now, i’ll forget again,” ellie muttered, offering you a small apologetic smile as she dips her head to your neck again, nipping at the already sore skin.

“you’ll—” your words are cut off when she curls her fingers, fee thumb swiping against your throbbing clit. “f-forget any-ahh- anyway,” you chastise, sucking your bottom lip in your teeth.

“mm, y’gotta remind me after i make you cum, kay?”

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Hii!

Can I please ask for an angsty fic with Max, where the reader defends him from Jos after not finishing his race in Melbourne...idk if you remember when Max kept his helmet for four hours after a race because he was afraid of what Jos would have done to him after not winning...and the reader basically tells Jos to get lost even if she's like 5'4 and definitely not as intimidating as them both lol.

And then maybe after the win in Suzuka, they "reconcile" but she still reminds him to act right around her boyfriend, who's now a man and not a little boy he could pressure like he once did.

Sorry if it's too long!! Thanks for taking your time and reading my request!

Guard Dog

Pairing: Max x Reader

Summary: You are sick and tired of watching Max take Jos' shit

TW: verbal abuse

A/n: thank you soooo much for the rec, I love writing these out so much <3

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"Maxie... are you okay?" you wait patiently by the door to his driver's room, careful not to barge in like Jos would, as you have for the past year since you first witnessed Jos' beratement of his son. He is sitting on the couch with his helmet between his hands. The fire causing an unpleasant start to the race, and you are just glad you got here first.

"I'm okay," his voice cracks and you step into the room, closing the door behind you. "I know it wasn't my fault, but I can't help but feel like it was my fault," Max looks in your eyes, the fire brewing behind them. You were genuinely the sweetest girl he's ever met, and to get you mad took a lot. God help you if Jos shows up, you are tired of Max feeling bad even when he podiums.

"You're right, you didn't do anything wrong, the car failed you today," you stay calm, sitting beside him and cuddling into him. Max stays quiet, enjoying your warmth, and decompressing from the start. He can understand why the fans were so happy to see him lose, in fact, if he wasn't himself, he would join them. No, the fear of his father is what has him on edge. Rightfully so, because a few seconds later the door is slammed open again.

"Max, what the hell did you-" Jos starts and you launch yourself off the couch. Jos and Max were big guys, and you were average height for a woman, 5'6 or so, but you didn't seem like it in that moment.

"Shut the hell up and leave. You have nothing useful to say and you are going to shift blame to Max who had NO fault in the DNF," you snarl, setting yourself up as a barrier between the two, Jos still in the doorway and Max on the couch.

"Girl, I don't know who you think you are, but I am Max's father, and I can-," You cut Jos off before he can continue.

"No, you aren't his father. A father doesn't talk to his son like that, you are simply a man who shares the same last name as Max. A father is someone like Carlos Sainz Sr or Lawrence Stroll. No, you are a man- sorry a boy in a man's body- who can't cope with the fact that he doesn't race anymore and wants the man who shares the same last name with him to be impossibly perfect and win every single race, even when the car breaks down." You sneer at the man. "You need to leave, before I call security and make them remove you," you don't back down, instead you step closer. Max watches in both awe and fear.

"I-"

"Leave, Jos, now. Don't make me repeat myself," you say, practically slamming the door behind him. You turn around and look at Max, seemingly calm and normal. He looks at you bewildered.

"That was the sexiest thing ever. Thank you, Schatje, you didn't have to do that," Max hugs you, a large weight off of his shoulders.

"Of course I did, who else will be your guard dog?" You smile at him, squeezing him tighter. "Now, get changed and get back to the garage," you tell Max, stepping out to the room. You let out a deep breath, surprised with how you treated Jos and stood up for Max. A couple minutes later, Max rejoins you, quickly stopping inside hospitality for a snack.

The two of you avoid Jos, going extremely low contact, not that he was trying to. Jos would never admit it, but he was embarrassed at how you spoke to him, and his retreat allowed him to ignore it. Instead, you and Max enjoyed your time together in Japan. The both of you were aware Jos was there, but chose to ignore it. After Max won, Jos warily approached the two of you.

"I wanted to congratulate you on winning. You drove well," Jos says stiffly, silently calling for a truce. You let Max take the lead on the conversation.

"Thank you," he says, feeling like a little boy again, but accepting the temporary truce.

"It was good seeing you Jos, but we need to go," you interject, sensing the still tense atmosphere. The older man, still a little scared of you despite your sweet demeanor, lets you go, not quite willing to cross you again.

"Love you, Maxie"

"Love you too, Schatje,"

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like a moth to a flame - theodore nott

theodore nott x fem!reader | angst | in which theodore is everything he wishes he wasn't and wants the one thing he knows he cannot have

cold. subdued. emotionless. complex.

theodore was nothing if he was not written off as a loner, a nobody in a crowd of dazzling faces. he didn't amaze crowds with his beauty, or even particularly stand out among the people he'd been raised with.

theodore was nothing if he was not a disappointment to his father.

nott sr. was an impatient man, insolent and violent at times. he was fiercely loyal to his master, his lord above all else. when his master ordered his wife, a bride taken from another land to wed at an age far too apart from his to die, he did it. he did it without hesitation, without mercy, and without the thought of doing it away from his young son's eyes.

theodore was nothing after he watched his father brutally slaughter his mother in their drawing room. he was ten at the time.

it was that moment, he thinks, that he became who he was.

cold. subdued. emotionless. complex.

nott sr. ensured no emotion was shown from his boy. his heir, his only living relation, and his only chance at continuing the hate he'd been bred to feel.

it was in his bones, that hate. and it simmered and boiled over when he realized that hate did not grow in his young son's.

theodore was born to be sensitive. he was born to be an academic, with a wit like no other and a knack for knowing just what to do. he was born to be a good person, a person with solid morals and a fond eye for adventure.

but he never could be any of those things, could he? voldemort didn't like academics. he didn't like people who were smarter, witter, and brighter than him. he didn't like restless children who always wanted to know more.

and true to his nature, nott sr. began to hate everything that theodore truly was. he was determined to kill it and burn it to the ground, determined to shape him into a near mirror image of himself.

and once he was beaten down enough, mentally and physically, theodore began to relent. his father wanted cold, subdued, emotionless, and complex.

theodore became all he was meant to be in his father's eyes.

hogwarts became his only reprieve from the monstrous horrors that awaited him at nott manor. he felt comfort in the cold, stone walls of the slytherin dungeon. he would sit and watch the black lake on occasion, lounging lazily in an armchair moved to the precise position to catch the best view.

he felt a deep connection to the feelings of the giant squid that inhabited the lake. he too was trapped in a body of water, unable to move very far or do very much without being watched or being scrutinized. he felt that they were very alike.

sometimes his friends would join him to watch the window. draco took the most interest of all of them, much preferring theo's company to anyone else's. he'd known him since his birth, after all. they were as good as brothers, if you'd believe it.

theo was quiet while draco was loud. theo was meticulous and analytical while draco felt and felt and felt some more. they balanced and complimented each other nearly perfectly.

draco often wished he could save theo one day. save him from his father, from the life he'd been forced into. it was impossible of course, with nott sr. and lucius malfoy being brothers in a purely fraternal organization with the same goal in mind.

theo was grateful for draco's constant presence. he appreciated his thoughts and how he was comfortable just existing alongside theo.

draco began being interested in girls around fourth year. he could have any girl he fancied. he was an attractive boy, with sharp features and piercing grey eyes. theo wished many times he could understand what it was like to like someone, anyone, in a way more than just friendship.

it was hard for theo to even maintain his friendships most times. he was often afraid that his father would use them as leverage against him, or even worse, that the dark lord would make a point to have them killed in front of his eyes.

it was the yule ball that gave theodore even more reason to be terrified. even more reason to be a cold, subdued, emotionless, complex human.

he wore his finest, sent over from italy at the request of his father. he knew he was a handsome boy and knew why girls wanted him to be their date. he also knew why he couldn't and why he wouldn't let himself feel anything other than apathy towards them.

at least, he did. until he saw her.

she was dressed in the finest gown he'd ever seen, silk and shining under the enchanted lights in the great hall. her hair was styled perfectly, shaping her face in a way that had to be considered art. her makeup was complimentary to her face, not cakey and overdone like pansy's, or little to nothing like astoria's.

she was perfection personified, and he didn't even know her name.

"what are you looking at, mate?" draco asked with a slight laugh, trying to trace the line of sight theodore had locked onto.

"she's beautiful," theo breathed out timidly, his brain nothing but static as he stared at her. she gracefully spoke to her friends, a glass of punch in her hand as if she'd been raised to be the center of society.

draco eyed her meticulously, studying the human figure theodore was so entranced by. "y/n?"

theo looked at draco, shrugging, suddenly missing the sight that he'd been so focused on moments before.

"she's quite beautiful," draco agreed, sipping from the glass in his hand. he tipped it towards her direction, "a pureblood, too, i assume. she's too graceful to not have practiced this."

theo once again turned his attention to her figure. he was completely and utterly entranced by her, a feeling like none he'd ever felt before at the sight of a stranger. she turned around at that moment, her eyes sweeping the great hall before landing on his. she studied him for a moment, a small smile on her lips. she gave a polite and small wave of her fingers in his direction, her eyes never leaving his.

"oh god," theo breathed out, feeling as though all the air from his lungs had disappeared. she turned back around to her friends, seemingly laughing and joking around.

draco chuckled, putting a hand on theo's shoulder. "she didn't come with a date," he informed him, "so the option is there for you."

theo shook his head rapidly. "you know why i can't do that."

"i know," draco conceded, his expression falling as the weight of theodore's position settled in his heart.

theo spent the rest of the night sneaking subtle stares her way, eyeing her as she danced happily and laughed with her friends. he felt pangs of jealousy strike his chest when other boys asked her to dance. at the same time, he felt immensely relieved when she turned them all down.

it was the best night he'd ever had, in his mind.

it was fifth year before he saw her again. this time he spotted her in arithmancy sitting at the table beside his own. she sat with astoria and daphne, a slytherin green tie adorned around her neck. theodore wondered how he'd never seen her before the ball or after.

maybe it was better that way. if he didn't see anything he wanted, he could still be cold and subdued and emotionless and complex.

he was lost in thought during the lesson, his mind everywhere but in the classroom when he caught her looking at him. he locked eyes with her in an instant, almost out of instinct.

her eyes could draw him in and push him out like the tides, he thought. he'd never seen anything more beautiful.

she looked away as professor vector gazed upon the class once more. theodore felt the loss.

it went on like that for a few more weeks, with her catching his eyes during class, staring at each other with more intensity than theodore ever thought possible, and then turning away before they were caught. theodore didn't like it one bit.

he wanted more. he needed more.

he was like a moth to a flame just from her glances, wanting so badly to be close to her, to be close to something he could not have.

it was near all hallow's eve when he heard her speak for the first time.

she walked up to him in the library where he sat alone in a corner that was so unused that dust and cobwebs had taken over all flat surfaces and corners. he felt safe there, away from the rest of humanity. from the rest of his life.

"i like your eyes," she said to him, quietly but with a strength and fierceness that could not be more evident. she stood lengths away from him, her arms crossed lazily over her chest and her head cocked to the side. her hair fell around her face perfectly, enhancing the already ethereal beauty she contained in her body.

theo stared at her for a few moments, probably more than he should've. he considered going mute at that moment and saving him the trouble of what even speaking to her would start.

"i like yours, too," he finally told her, quiet and low as his tone usually was. he was a monotonous creature, something he was reminded of daily.

she smiled and theo felt his world crumble around him. he was falling down a pit he'd sworn never to fall down, the one that showed who he really was. the pit full of sensitivity, feeling, and everything he truly was made to be. the pit reminded him of his mother and all the ways she'd imprinted her very soul upon his.

she nodded and pushed her hair away from her eyes where it had fallen. she stood silent for a moment after that. when she did speak, theo knew it was full of quiet contemplation and consideration.

"i don't think you are who you try to be," she stated with finality. "and i would like to get to know the real you. not the cold and closed off bullshit persona you put on."

theodore nott was nothing if he wasn't acting. but in that moment, all of her words struck him in his proverbial achilles heel. in that moment, theo didn't feel like a failure. he didn't feel like a disgrace or a disappointment to his father. he didn't feel like the theodore nott he'd played for so long.

he felt seen.

theo took many deep breaths before he answered. he figured at that moment that y/n could be the most patient person he'd ever encountered. she held his eyes with a ferocity that would rival even the most courageous of lions and a determination that put all snakes to shame.

"you don't want that responsibility," he finally spoke, his words full of emotions he couldn't quite name, but ones he felt in the very depths of his soul. his hands had begun to shake.

y/n sat next to him in a dusty, ancient armchair. "i don't shy away from a challenge," she laughed timidly, "and i find that i'm drawn to you like a moth to a flame."

"moths will die if they touch the flame," he responded immediately, his face devoid of any named emotion.

y/n chuckled and touched theo's hand gently. "only if they're stupid enough to run into it."

theodore only bared his very soul to one person in his life. y/n was true to her word and refused to back down from his challenge. eventually, she was rewarded with theodore nott. he was sensitive and an academic, a witty, bright, intelligent boy who felt everything and loved fiercely and without a second thought. he was adventurous and fun and y/n loved him with a determination that was almost impossible.

theodore nott was once again cold, subdued, emotionless, and complex after the battle of hogwarts. his side had lost and the mark he'd taken on his left forearm to appease his father and protect the love he wanted and needed forever was fading.

he vowed to be everything his father wanted him to be after the battle. after he'd seen his only remaining family slaughtered at what he thought to be his safe haven. after he saw her, beautifully effervescent and ethereal, laid on the ground in a way that was so poetically tragic.

she'd died at the hands of his father and quickly thereafter, nott sr. was dead at the hands of his own son.

it wasn't long after the battle that theodore himself lost himself completely.

draco had found him, cold and lifeless in nott manor with only the bottles of firewhisky around him to blame.

draco knew in his heart that he could never have saved theodore from the end he was sure to meet. it didn't make it any easier.

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this is my first piece of writing on here and i hope you enjoy it! i swear i can write happier things, but this has been on my mind for a while so i decided to get it out!

reblogs and notes very much appreciated!!!

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