synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list.
pairing: various x gn!reader [ suna, aran, kita ]
warnings: mature content. MDI. cursing, suggestive language, mild objectification, atsumu slander/bulling (mostly from suna lol), mentions of soft dom/brat-taming, breeding-kink kita supremacy, not proofread so there may be some errors here and there, and I think that’s it :]
notes: NO ONE LOOK AT ME THIS TOOK SO FREAKING LONG THAT WE’RE IN A WHOLE NEW YEAR SINCE THE LAST ONE WAS POSTED LOL But, I wanted to make sure I portrayed the characters as accurately as possible, and I’ve once again been hit with the burnout stick :’))) so thank you so so so so much for your patience, hope you enjoy!
SUNA’s messy as hell, you bet your ass he knows about the list.
Most definitely clowned Atsumu when the whole mix-up between him and Osamu went down a couple weeks ago. He’d poke that dead horse out of pure boredom or just to document his reactions for a laugh later, resulting in some of the most unflattering, yet entertaining footage of your mutual friend that you were certain he’d keep for blackmail.
“You didn’t need the poor guy’s misery in every possible angle you could think of.” You shook your head at him, fighting the grin on your face. Sitting across from him at a booth in the canteen, you pass the time in between classes by letting him show you photo after photo, video after video of Atsumu’s latest performance.
How his storage managed to survive was beyond you.
Warnings: Sexual content, not explicit but absolutely not for minors, D Day Era long hair Yoongi, very delulu, but also kind of grounded?, everyone magically speaks the same language, includes a Namjoon sighting for my own amusement, not canon compliant but not not canon compliant?
Hi can i get a 🫖 + Sirius from kisses based on the prompt kisses that turns into love bites, and you slightly moan, "you like that, princess?" ? Maybe they hadnot seen each other for the whole day and they make out in the hallways?
ꕥ author note: first imagine :3 it’s been sitting in my drafts for months because I was too scared to post but reading it back, it low-key eats.
“COME ON DARLING…you’ve got to let me go…” lando’s voice muffled softly against the skin of my neck, a chuckle escaping his lips and the vibrations sent butterflies fluttering through my body.
the belgian grand prix had finished days ago, and lando was eager to get back to his flat in the uk for summer break. despite my adamant protests, we flew out the very next morning and was happily greeted by max fewtrell when we’d arrived.
days later, lando’s trainer insisted on getting some training done, he wouldn’t be gone for long, i knew it well
Summary: Ever since Feyre arrived at Velaris, they have only ever known Azriel a stoic and mostly serious. But once his wife comes home, she sees a different side to him.
Feyre watched as Azriel stood by the window. His shadows moved over his shoulders and around his ear as if whispering something to him. The expression on Azriel’s face was his same neutral one that only ever seemed to change the smallest amount. And only ever in the presence of the Inner Circle and even then there would only be a small hint of a smile.
It was late at night and everyone was enjoying a relaxing night with a few bottles of Rhys’s expensive alcohol. So far, Azriel hadn’t moved from his place at the window, his back was rigid as if he was expecting something, though that was the only indicator that he was. His face was his usual stoicism, giving nothing away.
y/n loved his curly hair. it was her favourite part of him. the curls that would fall on his forehead, and that would reach his nape where she’d always wrap her fingers around when they kissed. it brought her peace. it brought her comfort. it made her feel loved.
with the 2024 season over, and a few months before 2025, their entire group, or rather, lando’s friends had all planned a trip around the world, and she was his plus one.
it helped that everyone liked her.
almost everyone.
lando’s ex girlfriend, though they’d only hooked up now and then, and were never exactly dating, it was still easier to say “ex girlfriend”, was a mutual friend, and a part of the friend group. so, of course she was coming on the trip as well.
lando was civil and respectful with her. y/n had seen it. and, she trusted him too. she knew he wouldn’t do anything stupid, if not for the love he had for her, then the fear he had of her. it just made her love him more.
lando’s ex girlfriend noticed everything. she didn’t want to. she wanted to enjoy her own vacation. but she didn’t miss the way lando insisted on carrying his girlfriend’s bag, or buying her cute little stuff, or always holding her close. she didn’t miss the way lando demanded they click cheesy, couple pictures, and was kissing her every so often, and keeping her wrapped in his arms.
he spent time with the boys as well. of course, he did. yet somehow, he always gravitated back towards his girlfriend, like if she wasn’t around him, he was losing oxygen.
she had noticed how his girlfriend had a ring on her ring finger that lando always played around with, as if he’s dreaming of their future, how his girlfriend touches his face so often, how she comes up with fun ideas for the boys to do, and plays around with hats and glasses, dressing lando up and taking pictures. she noticed how lando always followed without hesitation if she ever wanted a picture.
she noticed how lando’s girlfriend played with his hair all the time.
lando’s ex girlfriend couldn’t understand why. lando hated having his hair touched. he hated it when someone ran their fingers through his hair or just held onto them and pulled a little during sex. his hair, somehow, was always off limits to touch, to feel, to experience.
it was when the entire group had had lunch in a park somewhere, sitting on blankets laid out over the grass, and food containers every where that she finally had the courage.
lando laughed with everyone, making jokes and teasing and laughing. the stayed laying against his girlfriend, his head against her chest, as she sat. no one said anything, no one teased him. it baffled his ex girlfriend on how that was possible.
what confused her even more was the fact that his girlfriend was picking out flowers from around them and setting them in his hair. just adding all the fallen flowers into his hair, running her fingers through his hair, wrapping her finger around his curls, touching his hair. why was she touching his hair?
it was when the boys had fallen asleep, and almost everyone had fallen asleep except a few that his ex girlfriend finally said. no one was paying attention to them, no one was listening to them, so it didn’t hurt to say.
“y’know he doesn’t like getting his hair played with,” she said.
y/n looked up in surprise, her hand freezing in his mass of curls. “really?”
“yeah. i was never allowed to touch his hair before.” she didn’t know why she said it. she wasn’t jealous of y/n. she was happy for lando, she truly was.
“oh. i don’t know, i’ve always played with his hair and he hasn’t said a thing to me about it.”
“always?”
“yeah,” y/n shrugged. “it was during one of our first few dates and we’d ended up lying on the couch, watching a movie. we’d both had tiring days, and we just wanted to be together at that time. i was playing with his hair, he didn’t say anything, and i continued,”
“that’s never happened with me before. he’d get so mad every time i tried to touch his hair,”
“i think it could have a lot to do with how his hair makes me feel? i don’t know. i never found it an issue,”
sometime during the conversation, y/n’s hand wasn’t touching his hair, wasn’t caressing it. lando stirred, muttering a soft, “baby, hair.”
it made y/n smile, that he needed her to keep her hand in his hair, and that it wasn’t something he allowed her do.
his ex girlfriend watched the whole interaction, though, small. she watched y/n’s face lighting up, and running her fingers through his hair again. she watched as lando’s face relaxed, even in sleep.
“he really loves you,” she whispered.
y/n smiled at her, “yeah, i think so. good thing i love him too, huh?”
she chuckled, “yeah, good thing, definitely. i’ve never seen him like this. i suppose that was the difference between the two of you and whatever happened between him and me.”
y/n didn’t respond. she stared at lando’s sleeping face in her lap, his arms wrapped around her hips, and her hand in his hair.
oh how loved she felt in that moment.
𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊
okay, i kinda hate this, but i wrote it so i decided to post it! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone’s interested! you can sent in your requests here :)
“Who’s the cutest driver on the grid, excluding Lando?” Lando huffed, “What kind of question is this? Who came up with this?” He looked around the room accusingly, card high in the air as if it disgusted him to be near it.
You opened your mouth before he cut you off with a glare, “Y/n I swear to god you better not answer that and just eat.”
You laughed out loud, trying to hug him as he squirmed further away from you, “I’m kidding baby of course I wasn’t going to answer it.”
“Do you want to spin the wheel for me?” You asked your still pouting boyfriend.
“Fine. If I must.” He relented, finally putting down the card.
