#and so was the rest of the stream ngl

[just-avocado]

*slowly pushes some stream highlights over*

A1, our adopted child, you were gone too soon (plz have one life left) I propose the name Chili why? Because Chili is a cute name and it’s fun to say, They looked so scared :( please Pac or Jaiden find them and protect them they deserve to know loooove (sobbing)

Our French assassin Pomme protecting her older bro from ElQ, yeah that’s right murder his ass girl don’t hold back (this is actually the first time I draw her digitally since the day france became real so yaaay fleshed out design)

AND BRO WTF IS THE 50% SUPPOSED TO MEAN DONT END STREAM EXPLAIN WHAT DO THESE 5 HAVE IN COMMON

[girlshambogames]

all planet needs to do is say "pleaseee ☺️" and bacon just does whatever, huh.

[ranvwoop]

i try to avoid my acc being Just vntposting . in this world. but man is it going

[zeawesomebirdie]

Okay folks, we're watching more of the Flash finally!! I'm not yet sure if I'll be liveblogging, but just in case the tag to blacklist is #liveblogging :)

[mickyschumacher]

hey could u give us something with the reader wearing body glitter and max and reader kinda are lowkey or uk fwb just fucking in secret and he is kinda in love but doesn't wanna ruin it

but then they go to a party and like she is wearing body glitter uk those glitter sprays and he finds her so irresistible and has to uk get a quickie and then when they come back he is covered in glitter and thats how ppl find out

u could also make it Charles's sister or something

[YOU'RE SO GOLDEN!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: max should stay away from you if he knows what's best for him. but he can't help it. you just... sparkle. or in which you forget to rub off the evidence of max's love.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minors dni), fluff, fwb/forbidden love themes, max is down bad for the reader, light praise kink, oral sex/eating out, p in v, unprotected sex (protect yourselves pls), cumming inside, mutual orgasms, orgasm denial kinda, poor humour imo, happy ending! // poorly proof-read ♡︎

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: max verstappen x leclerc!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.8k+

𝐀/𝐍: the ideas you lot have.... chef's kiss truly 💋 hope you like this one as much as i enjoyed writing it. also my first max fic... can you believe it? there's more coming dw! - ngl i kept thinking about edward cullen - "this is the skin of a killer, bella" 🫣

🏎️ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ⚽️ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Max knew it was a mistake coming here. He should've said no. His partying days had been over for a while now. He spent more time in his room streaming than he did outside. He especially knew it was a mistake because he knew you'd be there.

Charles never went anywhere without you. Wherever he was, you were.

Maybe that's why Max had gone to Lando's party. Because he knew Charles had said yes. Which meant you had said yes.

It was never supposed to happen. It was a one time thing. You were drunk. He was drunk. You didn't remember much of the night. Max had just won his fourth championship in Vegas. And that definitely warranted some partying in Monaco.

There were strobe lights. Martin Garrix was DJing. It was hot and humid. Somehow you had found your lips on Max's. The rest of the night was self-explanatory.

You had woke up the next morning, slightly distraught because Charles would only be first in the line of brothers that would kill you. And while Max peacefully slept in the morning, you took the walk of shame back to your apartment.

The problem was that neither of you could forget the time you spent together. Even though you had drunk one too many that night, you could remember every moment in his bed vividly. Max could still hear your laughs in the emptiness of his apartment. And when he closed his eyes every night before bed, he could see you on top of him.

Max was the one who had suggested the whole thing. Friends with benefits. He said it'd be good for some pleasure for the both of you. Because sex definitely isn't intimate or anything.

But Max was struggling to draw the line. He was feeling things he shouldn't. Concerned when you were sick. Excited for your texts. Small moments reminded him of you when he walked around. You were the first thing he thought about he got in the car and the last when he got out.

More. He craved more than the moments after where you talked for hours before you left. He wanted to wake up to you. He wanted you to pick outfits in front of him and let him pretend which one he liked until you were both back in bed, laughing and moaning.

Fuck. If he knew anything, he was falling in love with you with every passing day.

That's why he should've said no to this party. But, either to his greatest pleasure or his greatest misery, he could never say no to you

That's why Max had made some rules coming here:

No looking at you for more than thirty seconds (because Charles would know instantly).

No touching you. At all. This was non-negotiable.

One conversation. That's all he would allow himself. Because if he talked to you any longer, he wouldn't be able to stop himself.

But those rules seem to fly out the window the instant you had walked in next to Charles. Max could've sworn he was watching it in slow motion.

It was still light out, sun only beginning to set. By the way you and your entourage was dressed, you had clearly been swimming. Your sheer black dress did the bare minimum to cover up your bikini underneath. Even worse was the cut out near your chest, holding the two sides of the dress together with a small metal circle, teasing him.

But that wasn't the worse thing. Nor was it the way your hair fanned across your body, set up as if God had done it himself. Nor was it your signature perfume wafting in the air already.

It was the glitter.

That stupid fucking body glitter.

It sparkled and shimmered on your skin. Your bare legs could make the light dance around you. Your arms held all the command, moving the shine and twinkles with each stride as you walked. And your collarbone – God, your collarbone. Glittering in such a way that he was sure he just wanted to lick you clean.

You were positively glowing in the sunset

You had him hooked. Fixated. And almost on his knees.

Max had already broken rule number one. Fuck the rest.

He tried to wait patiently. Watching you converse with a few people for the first ten minutes. But as you glimmered more from afar, his patience wore thin and his restraint was beginning to break.

Max sent you a text. Plain and Simple. Bathroom. Now.

He didn't wait for you to read it and look at him. Max knew you'd come. Because a bit like him, you also had trouble saying no.

Five minutes. That's how long it took for you to come to the bathroom. He would've argued that was five minutes too long.

You raised a brow, folding your arms, keeping your amusement at bay as Max neared you with a few strides, locking the bathroom door.

"Took you long enough," Max mumbled, leaning back to get a better view of you. His eyes glazed over the specks of glitter rubbed into your skin as he spoke. "What were you doing? Talking their ears off?"

You tilted your head to the side, eyes narrowed playfully. "I was enjoying it. Too bad someone was giving 'fuck me' eyes from across the room. You're basically begging for Charles to find out," you huffed quietly.

"Begging?" Max queried, brows raised in slight surprise. He smirked slowly, hands reaching out to brush over your collarbone, fingers grazing your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps across your shimmering skin. "The only person who's going to be begging is you when I'm done with you. Driving me crazy looking like this," he sighed out.

You shivered at his touch, breath caught at his words. You blinked, cheeks flushing. "It's just body glitter," you murmured quietly, teeth sinking into your lips as you watched him bend down, on his knees while he looked up at you.

"Maybe," Max shrugged, hands creeping up your legs, preventing you from clenching your thighs like you had been the moment you walked in here. "But you look so pretty," he confessed.

Your lips parted. His words sounded far from the Max you knew a couple months ago. This was... soft. Like he couldn't control his brain.

He peered at you, lips and cheek grazing the side of your thigh, edging closer and closer to the heat – fabric of your dress brushing his skin. "Let me taste you," he pleaded. "I need you so bad."

He wasn't lying. The bulge in his jeans was so strained, you almost could've sworn it was painful. You wondered what he had been doing for past five minutes. What he had been thinking about to get this hard.

"Everyone's outside," you reminded quietly, not directly saying no. And by 'everyone' you mainly meant Charles.

"They won't know. The music is too loud. I promise," Max reassured, patiently waiting for your answer, small kisses pressed on the inside of your thigh. His touch was tantalising.

You swallowed thickly, nodding. You only just trust your voice. "Okay," you agreed. "But we have to be quick. Ten minutes tops."

You were in the bathroom for Christ's sake. But any minute longer, Charles might have a search party going. God forbid his little sister was getting a good dicking down. (Max's words, not yours.)

You could feel his grin on the side of your thigh and it made you shudder. Max hummed with satisfaction. "Let's prepare you then."

You held your breath as his hands moved, riding your dress up past your thighs, bunching up at your waist while your black bikini bottoms stared at Max at eye level. He sighed, "Fuck me." The fabric was stuck to your folds, darker where damp.

"So wet," he laughed softly, the sound teasing as he pulled down the fabric, letting it pool your legs. He breathed in, the smell of your arousal only fuelling his hunger. His hands grasped your thighs tighter, spreading them further to watch your slick shine the same way your skin did.

Max gave you no warning like he usually did. He was already so far gone with his desires. He leaned his head in, tongue darting out to take one long stripe of your wet folds, grinning when your body jerked to his touch. "Taste so sweet, schatz," he praised before delving into your pussy.

You could only whimper, your hand clamped over your mouth. His fingers clamped deeper into your thighs, pulling you closer while his tongue darted into every crevice and fold. Your other hand fell to his shoulder, bracing your self and grasping at the way his defined nose knocked at your clit.

Your head fell back to the bathroom door, hips grinding up into his tongue as if it was second nature. Your eyes fluttered shut, breathing stuttering while your chest rose and fell. Fuck, it felt so good

Max could see it faintly through his peripheral. Your arousal covering the sides of your thigh, mixing with your body glitter to create a whole new unique shine that solely comprised of you. He could only grunt against your cunt, the sound reverberating through your body.

The clench of your pussy told Max everything he needed to know.

He parted from your folds, silencing your quiet whines with his wet lips, shining with glitter and arousal as he kissed you. Your hand found the buckle of his pants, quickly prodding to take them off.

Max's body lurched upon the feel of your hand on his cock. "Fucking hell," he cussed into your neck, eyes rolling slightly.

"Five minutes," you rasped in his ear, fingers grazing his tip for leaving his cock hanging from his pants, aching and twitching for more of your touch.

Max swallowed, nodding furiously. His one hand travelled to your thigh, hooking it closer to his body while the other laid flat on the bathroom door, steadying himself. His hips aligned with yours, his pulsing cock teasing your entrance, covered in your arousal.

A reverent guttural moan spilled from his lips as he pushed his hips up into you, cock welcoming the warmth of your pussy, balls flushed against you once he fully bottomed out. "Holy fuck," you barely whispered, his hips beginning to rut against you.

Your glimmering skin stuck against one another while Max brought his lips to yours, consuming all the loud moans threatening to scape with his sloppy kisses. He pushed his cock further into you, feeling his balls slap against you, making the most obscene sounds known to man echo in the bathroom.

He looked down at you, feeling his cock pulse at the fucked out expression that teetered on your face. You could barely breathe with all the air escaping your lungs as the familiar white light edged near you. Max grinned against your lips. "You going to come for me? With all those people outside? You keep warning me about Charles but I think you secretly enjoy this, schatz. You just can't get enough of me."

Your fingers on his shoulder tightened, stomach churning while your jaw fell open. "Fuck!" you gasped, any sounds from your mouth turning silent as stars covered your vision, body convulsing as the waves of your orgasm rolled over you one after another.

"That's it," Max coaxed, hips snapping faster into you. "Did so well for me. Clenching so tightly," he grunted, eyes falling to the cream ring around his cock. Christ.

"Come for me, Max," you encouraged, holding his jaw so he looked back at you. "Fill me up," you breathed, body tightening when you felt his fingers rub your clit. The pleasure was beginning to build up fast.

Max swallowed, unable to look away as he felt your orgasm vibrate around his cock as you clenched around him. A high-pitched stuttered groan fell from his lips, hips stuttering against you.

The both of you moaned as his hot white cum spilled into your walls. Your folds clamped around him, milking every last drop. Your head fell against the bathroom door with an exhausted sigh, chest heaving as he pulled out gently after a few minutes had passed.

"Thank you." You breathed out slowly, giving a small smile as Max pulled your bikini bottoms back up, not missing the way his blown pupils were stuck on the way his cum spilled out of your and onto the wet fabric.

Max cleared his throat, nodding in acknowledgement.

You shuffled down your dress, patting down the material so you looked somewhat presentable. You looked over at the mirror before turning to Max. "I'll leave first," you murmured, barely giving him a glance over as you often did so you didn't overthink. You turned to unlock the door.

Max blinked, failing to ignore the clench of his heart. You were reminding him what you were. Friends with benefits. That's all you were.

The air felt cold on your heated skin. The thrum of chatter and music filled your ears as you weaved through the small crowds of people, finding Charles and Alexandra talking to Lando.

"What I'd miss?" You queried, looping your arm through Alexandra's.

Lando kindly grinned at you. "A trip to Ibiza. If you're down," he shrugged.

Charles nodded. "Lando hired a yacht. Although we should probably ask Max to deal with it since he owns so many," he huffed, head twisting to spot the Dutch driver. "Max!" He flagged down.

Max pressed his lips, avoiding your gaze as he greeted your brother and Lando.

"Where have you been? We were just talking about some– what's that?" Charles paused, brows furrowing as he peered at Max oddly.

"What's what?" Max retorted.

Charles dipped his head, blue eyes examining the last bits of sun on Max's skin. "Is that glitter?" He asked out of sheer curiosity.

Your face fell, growing instantly hot at your brother's words. You could feel Max's body still while Charles followed the way Alexandra and Lando's eyes travelled to you and your glittering skin.

Fuck.

Charles snapped his eyes to Max, brows raised in disbelief. "Max... for the love of God, tell me you're not having..." he breathed in slowly like he was afraid to say it. "...sex with my sister."

Max took a step closer to you, covering you with his body like he was going to protect you. Why on earth would he do that?

You gave Charles a pointed look. "W-We're adults, Charles," you reminded, seemingly confirming it yourself with a shaky breath.

"Merde," Charles cursed, shaking his head. You could see Alexandra squeeze his hand gently, trying to calm and comfort him. You gave her a grateful smile, still a bit terrified of your brother.

Charles kept looking at Max, keeping his position as older brother up before being his friend. "So you're dating then?" He queried as if it was the only obvious answer.

The question felt loud. The silence even louder.

Charles would kill the both of you if he found out were just friends with benefits. But the truth was... it wasn't really like that anymore. There was something more. But neither of you had been brave enough to admit it.

That is... yet.

Max turned to you, blue eyes softening slightly. He grabbed your hand with his. His voice was low and quiet, leaving only you to hear him. "I don't really want to just be 'friends,'" he admitted with a tight scared smile.

You blinked at his admission, taking time to register his words. Finally a soft smile graced your face. You felt impossibly warm and complete. You squeezed his hand. "Neither," you whispered back.

Max tried to tone down his grin as much as he could as he turned to Charles and sucked in a sharp breath. "We're dating," he confirmed.

Lando raised a brow. "You mean as of now. You're dating as of now. How long have you been fucking?"

"Lando!" You hissed, glaring at him, unable to even look at Charles or Max.

Charles breathed in slowly, a barely sane smile on his face. He rubbed his temples gently. "I'm going to ignore that," he mumbled, gesturing to Lando before turning to your now boyfriend. "Well, welcome to the family," he sighed out, grabbing Max's shoulder. He leaned in further, the threat quiet in his ear but visible for all of you to see. "Hurt her and I swear to God you'll crash on track."

Max swallowed thickly. He gave a firm nod. "Duly noted."

"Great!" Charles chirped, leaning back with a feigned smile that only told you that you were in for it when you got home.

Oh Jesus.

You tugged Max closer to you. "I think we should enjoy what freedom we both have left for the day."

Max nodded idly. "Sounds like a good idea."

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[lxvsiick]

YOU CAME TO ME, MY ANGEL | PARK SUNGHOON X READER

SECOND PART TO CALLING ON MY ANGEL (read part one first!)

PAIRING: troublemaker! park sunghoon x good girl! fem! reader

SUMMARY: When the attention on Sunghoon starts to shift because of his smile, Y/n develops a weird feeling in her stomach.

GENRE: imagine, good girl x bad boy, fluff, a little bit of angst if you squint

WORDCOUNT: 4.6k

WARNING: a kissing scene at the end! sunghoon calls y/n "angel"

A/N: ngl, when i was writing this and rereading it over, the want to sleep on a highway was so tempting :D i'm glad you all like CALLING ON MY ANGEL! i was actually surprised by how many people liked it ,, i hope you like the second part! enjoy!

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The afternoon sun streamed through the tall windows of the school hallways, casting soft, golden light on Y/n as she walked with a noticeable bounce in her step. A bright smile lit up her face, and in her hand was a small cone of ice cream, which she licked contentedly. She looked like a sweet angel, her joyful energy spreading around her like sunshine.

Beside her, Sunghoon walked with his hands stuffed in his pockets, his eyes fixed forward, face blank, like he couldn’t care less about anything happening around him. His usual cold, intimidating presence stood in sharp contrast to the warm light she brought with her. The other students in the hall were wary of him, their eyes lowering as they passed, whispers swirling in the air.

“Isn’t that Sunghoon?”

“He looks so scary...”

“What’s Y/n still doing with him?”

The whispers weren’t lost on Y/n. She could hear the murmurs, feel the stares. Her steps faltered slightly, but then she leaned closer to him, nudging him lightly with her shoulder. Her voice was soft, like a secret meant just for him.

"Just ignore them, Hoonie" she said, her smile unwavering despite the growing tension around them. "They don’t know anything about you."

He glanced at her, expression still unreadable, but there was a flicker of something softer in his eyes. A small sigh left his lips as his gaze flicked back to the students.

"I don’t care what they think," he said, his voice low and casual, as if none of it mattered. His eyes briefly caught hers, a quiet warmth under the tough exterior. "As long as you’re next to me, Angel."

At that moment, her heart skipped a beat, the corners of her lips lifting in a shy smile. She always melted a little when he called her that. Angel—his pet name for her—was something so sweet and personal, it never failed to make her feel special.

But the effect of that single word was much bigger than she realized. The students in the hallway, already whispering, suddenly let out audible gasps. Heads turned, and the once-muted whispers escalated.

"He called her Angel?"

"Did you hear that?"

"What is even happening right now?"

The tension in the air was thick, but Y/n wasn’t fazed. She kept her head high, finishing her ice cream with a bright smile, completely unfazed by the reactions of those around them. Beside her, Sunghoon maintained his calm, unfazed by the stir his simple term of endearment had caused.

In that moment, it didn’t matter to either of them what anyone else thought. It was just them, walking together, as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.

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The sun hung high over the quad as Y/n walked with a couple of her friends, laughter and light conversation filling the space between them. They were chatting about random things—weekend plans, a funny moment from class—when her attention shifted to the other side of the quad.

In the distance, she spotted Sunghoon, his familiar, tall figure walking with his group of friends. As usual, students around them kept their distance, their heads low as they moved out of the way. His group, known for their intimidating presence, had that effect on everyone. The air around them felt thicker, quieter—until she broke it.

Without hesitation, she raised her arm and called out, "Hoonie!" Her voice rang out across the open space, bright and cheerful. She waved at him with a big smile, completely oblivious to the attention she had just drawn.

Her shout cut through the noise of the quad. Heads turned, curious eyes following the direction of her gaze. Sunghoon, hearing her voice, paused mid-conversation. His eyes scanned the crowd before locking onto her. For a moment, his usual cool expression lingered, but then, unexpectedly, his lips curved into a small smile. He raised his hand, giving her a soft wave back.

That single smile—the rare, fleeting expression—seemed to shift the very atmosphere around him. The students, who were accustomed to seeing his stoic, unreadable face, were stunned.

"Did he just… smile?"

"I’ve never seen him smile before…"

"Wait, that’s what he looks like when he smiles?"

Whispers erupted among the crowd as they began to murmur in disbelief. The quad buzzed with low, shocked conversations as people exchanged glances. Some students stood frozen, processing what they'd just seen. For the first time, Sunghoon, the one they'd always viewed as cold and unapproachable, looked human.

"He’s… kind of handsome, isn’t he?" one girl whispered, nudging her friend.

"Yeah, I never noticed before, but with that smile…"

It wasn’t just the smile—it was the way he looked at Y/n, the way his expression softened, just for her. There was something so genuine in that moment, and for many of the students watching, it completely shattered the tough, distant image they had built of him.

The shift in perception was palpable. As Y/n continued walking, her friends giggling beside her, she had no idea that the simple wave and smile had sparked a quiet change. The students who had once feared or misunderstood him were now seeing a different side—a warmer, more human side—thanks to her.

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The next day, the atmosphere around Sunghoon had noticeably changed. Walking side by side, Y/n chattered away about random things as he escorted her to her class. Though her words bounced around with lively energy, his focus never wavered from her, watching her intently, soaking in every detail of her presence.

As they moved through the hallway, something was different. The students, who used to avoid eye contact or shy away when he passed, were behaving… differently. No longer did they lower their heads or shuffle nervously to the side. Instead, some even made brief eye contact and gave short, polite nods of acknowledgment.

"Hey, Sunghoon," a student greeted as they walked by.

He didn’t respond verbally but gave a subtle nod back, his attention still centered on Y/n.

What really caught him off guard was when a couple of girls from another class shyly waved at him as they passed. "Good morning, Sunghoon!" one of them chirped.

Again, he acknowledged them with a small nod but didn't waver from his focus. His priority was always her. The smile he had shared the day before had sparked a shift in how people saw him, but he barely noticed. All he cared about was the angel walking beside him.

Unbothered by the newfound attention, he listened as Y/n talked animatedly about her latest interest. To him, the hallways might as well have been empty, because the only thing that mattered was hearing her voice, seeing her smile.

When they finally reached her classroom, they came to a stop in front of the door. She turned to face him, her eyes bright as she smiled up at him. "Thanks for walking me to class," she said, her tone warm and filled with gratitude.

His lips curled into a rare, soft smile reserved just for her. He raised his hand, gently patting her head in a gesture that had become second nature by now. "No problem, Angel," he said in that low, calm voice of his. "I'll come get you after class so we can go to lunch together."

Her cheeks flushed slightly at the pet name, but she nodded happily. "Sounds good!" she replied with a grin before turning toward the classroom.

As she disappeared through the door, he lingered for a moment, watching her go with a fondness that was impossible to miss. Then, with his usual composed demeanor, he turned and made his way back down the hall, the whispers and greetings of his classmates now background noise to his thoughts of her.

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After Sunghoon left her at the door, Y/n walked to her desk and sat down, pulling out her notebook and pens, preparing for the class ahead. She hummed a little under her breath, replaying the moment he'd patted her head. It was always sweet, the way he had his reserved moments only for her.

The quiet of the classroom was soon interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching her desk. She looked up and saw a group of three girls standing in front of her. Their expressions were friendly, but there was a hint of curiosity glimmering in their eyes. One of them, a girl with short, dark hair, Hana, spoke first.

"Hey, Y/n, right?" she asked, her tone friendly but direct.

She nodded, smiling politely. "Yeah, that's me. What’s up?"

The three exchanged a quick glance before the girl continued, "We were wondering… about Sunghoon. He’s always walking with you. What’s he like?"

Caught off guard by the sudden interest, Y/n blinked, her pen hovering over her notebook. She wasn't used to people asking her about him—most students were too afraid to even mention him in passing. But after yesterday’s smile in the quad, she supposed it was natural for some curiosity to grow.

"Um, he’s…" She hesitated, thinking of how to describe him. "He’s actually really nice once you get to know him. He’s just... quiet around others."

The second girl, with blonde hair tied in a ponytail, Jihye, leaned in a bit closer. "You mean he's not as scary as he looks? I mean, without all the bruises and cuts, he's actually really handsome."

Y/n felt her heart do a little flip at the comment. Handsome? She supposed she’d always known that, but hearing it from someone else felt... strange. "Yeah," she answered, smiling softly. "He’s definitely different when you get to know him."

The third girl, the quietest of the group, Sola, suddenly asked, "So, is he talking to anyone? Or, like... dating someone?" Her eyes widened with curiosity as she leaned forward, clearly eager for the answer.

Y/n froze for a moment, unsure of what to say. She wasn’t dating him, not officially, but the two of them were undeniably close. She could feel the weird sensation bubbling in her chest—a feeling she couldn't quite name. Was it jealousy? But why would she be jealous?

Trying to stay composed, she gave a gentle shrug. "I’m not really sure. We don’t talk about that much."

Jihye sighed in relief. "That’s good. I was hoping he wasn’t seeing anyone because..." She paused and exchanged another glance with her friends. "Would you mind introducing me to him? I’ve been wanting to talk to him, but he’s, well... hard to approach. You seem to know him really well."

The strange feeling in Y/n's stomach tightened into something more distinct—an uneasy knot. She wasn't sure why, but the thought of introducing someone to him, especially a girl who clearly found him attractive, made her chest tighten. Still, she kept her smile soft, trying to hide her discomfort.

"I can try," she said, her voice gentle. "He’s... a bit reserved with new people, but I’ll see what I can do."

The three girls beamed, clearly thrilled by her answer. "Thanks, Y/n! You’re the best," Hana said, before the group finally walked back to their seats.

As they left, Y/n stared down at her notebook, her pen resting idly in her hand. That weird feeling wouldn’t go away, and she didn’t know why. Was she... jealous? She shook her head slightly, trying to push the thought away. It didn’t make sense. But as she sat there, thinking about introducing someone else to him, she couldn’t shake the unease that now lingered in her chest.

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The lunch bell rang, signaling a break in the day. Y/n was still sitting at her desk, lost in thought. The conversation from earlier with the three girls had left her feeling unsettled. She was mulling over their questions about Sunghoon, when a familiar voice broke through her reverie.

"Hey, Angel," Sunghoon called softly from the doorway of her classroom, hands casually in his pockets, his usual blank expression on his face. "You ready for lunch?"

Snapped out of her thoughts, she blinked and smiled up at him, gathering her things before walking over. "Yeah, let’s go."

They walked side by side through the hallways, a familiar rhythm to their steps. But Sunghoon quickly noticed something was off. Y/n wasn’t her usual bubbly self, and her expression was distant, as if she was caught up in her thoughts again.

He glanced down at her, frowning slightly. "What are you thinking about?"

His voice pulled her out of her thoughts, and she looked up at him, blinking. "Huh?"

"You’re quiet today. What’s on your mind?" he asked, his tone soft but curious.

She hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I was just wondering... what do you think about making new friends?"

Sunghoon let out a small, amused snort, his lips quirking into a brief smile. "Don’t care. I’ve got my boys and you. That’s all I need."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt her cheeks flush. She wasn’t sure why, but his simple words—so direct and clear—made her feel warm inside. "Oh," she murmured, feeling slightly flustered. "That’s... sweet."

They continued walking, but the knot in her stomach, the one that had been brewing since this morning, tightened as they approached the cafeteria.

After they grabbed their lunches, they made their way to their usual table, where Sunghoon's friends were already gathered. The atmosphere was comfortable, familiar, but the tension inside her didn’t ease.

As they sat down, though, a voice interrupted the peaceful moment.

"Y/n!" came a call, cheerful and bright.

Jihye, from this morning, the one who had asked her about Sunghoon, appeared beside the table with her lunch tray in hand. She smiled widely, as if they were old friends, and without waiting for an invitation, asked, "Mind if I sit with you guys?"

True to her sweet, angelic nature, Y/n couldn’t bring herself to refuse, even though she felt a surge of that strange emotion bubble up inside her. "Uh, sure," she said, offering a polite smile.

The girl didn’t hesitate and took the empty seat—right next to Sunghoon. His friends exchanged knowing glances, but no one said anything.

As they began to eat, Sunghoon's attention was solely on his lunch, but the girl seemed determined to pull him into conversation.

"So, Sunghoon, do you like any sports?" she asked, her eyes bright with interest.

He barely looked up, responding with a curt, "No."

Unfazed, she tried again. "Do you hang out with your friends often after school?"

"Sometimes," he said, his tone flat.

The girl wasn’t deterred by his short answers. She continued asking him question after question, her tone almost flirty, though Sunghoon didn’t seem the least bit interested. His answers grew shorter, and eventually, he stopped answering altogether, merely shrugging or nodding when necessary.

All the while, Y/n sat quietly in her seat, picking at her lunch. Her usual bright energy was dulled, replaced by that growing, unfamiliar feeling in her chest. She wasn’t sure what to call it—jealousy? Frustration? Whatever it was, it made her stomach twist uncomfortably as she listened to the girl chatter away at Sunghoon.

His friends exchanged amused looks, clearly sensing the awkwardness in the air. Jake nudged Jay with a smirk, and he raised an eyebrow.

Finally, the lunch period was almost over, and Y/n couldn’t help but feel a small sense of relief. As the bell rang, she quickly stood up, grabbing her tray. "We should head to class," she said softly.

Sunghoon stood as well, ignoring the girl’s lingering presence and focusing solely on Y/n. "Let’s go, Angel," he said, his voice low and calm.

The girl’s face fell slightly, but Y/n hardly noticed. Her mind was too focused on the odd, swirling emotion that had taken root inside her. She couldn’t help but feel like something had changed—and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it.

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The hum of the engine filled the comfortable silence inside Sunghoon's car. Normally, the drive home from school was filled with the sound of Y/n chatting away about her day, excitedly sharing the details of her classes, her small victories, or even her frustrations. But today was different.

She was quiet—too quiet.

Glancing over at her in the passenger seat, Sunghoon noticed the way she was staring out the window, her eyes distant and lost in thought. Her hands, usually expressive as she spoke, were still in her lap, fingers fidgeting slightly.

His brow furrowed in concern. Something was bothering her, and he could tell.

Instead of driving straight to her house, he took a detour, turning the wheel in the direction of the small park near her home. The moment he pulled into the parking lot and cut the engine, the sudden stillness seemed to snap her out of her thoughts. She blinked and looked around, realizing they weren’t at her house.

"Why are we here?" she asked, her voice soft, almost distant.

Sunghoon turned in his seat to face her, his gaze steady and gentle. "Angel," he began, his tone low and soothing, "what's wrong? You’ve been quiet all day. I know something’s bothering you."

Her lips parted as if to say something, but she hesitated, her eyes dropping to her hands. For a moment, she fidgeted in her seat, unsure of how to put her feelings into words. But Sunghoon waited patiently, his gaze never wavering.

Finally, she sighed and looked back up at him. "It’s... it’s nothing, really. It’s just..." She trailed off again, struggling.

"Angel, you can talk to me," he encouraged, his voice soft.

She bit her lip, then took a deep breath. "Okay. Yesterday, after you walked me to class, some girls came up to me and... they asked me about you."

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.

"They asked me about what you’re like," she explained, her fingers twisting together in her lap. "And then one of them—she asked me if I could... introduce her to you."

At that, Sunghoon frowned, his eyes narrowing slightly in confusion. "And?"

"I didn’t know what to say," she admitted. "I couldn’t refuse because, well, I didn’t want to be rude. But... I wanted to refuse. I wanted to say no. And ever since then, I’ve had this weird feeling in my stomach, like..." She trailed off, searching for the right words.

"Like what?" he asked gently, his voice calm and soothing.

She sighed, shaking her head. "I don’t know... like I don’t want anyone else to get close to you. It’s stupid, I know, but it just... bothered me."

For a moment, the car was quiet as her words hung in the air. Then, Sunghoon let out a small, playful chuckle. "Angel," he said, a teasing grin spreading across his face, "are you jealous?"

Y/n’s eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed a deep red. "What? No!" she protested, lightly smacking his arm in embarrassment. But her blush betrayed her.

He laughed softly, shaking his head. "You don’t have to lie. It’s okay if you’re jealous. It’s kind of cute, actually."

She groaned and covered her face with her hands, her blush growing deeper. "I don’t know what I’m feeling," she mumbled through her fingers. "Maybe I am jealous. I just... I don’t like the idea of other people wanting to get close to you like that."

His playful grin softened into a tender smile as he reached out and gently took her hand in his. The warmth of his touch calmed her slightly, and she peeked out from behind her hands.

"Angel," he said softly, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand, "no one could ever replace you. I don’t want anyone else but you. I’m yours. Okay?"

Her heart swelled at his words, and she finally dropped her hands from her face, meeting his gaze. His eyes were warm and sincere, full of affection. A small, shy smile tugged at her lips.

"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

For a moment, they simply sat there, hands intertwined, the weight of her worries slowly lifting. She felt silly for being jealous, but his reassurance made her feel better—like everything was going to be okay.

With a soft squeeze of her hand, Sunghoon smiled again. "Now, are you ready to go home? Or should we stay here a little longer so you can keep being jealous over me?"

She laughed softly, rolling her eyes. "Let’s go home, Hoonie."

With one last squeeze of her hand, he started the car and pulled out of the park, the tension between them melting away as they drove in comfortable silence.

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The hallways were bustling with students as Sunghoon walked alongside his six friends, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. They surrounded him, their voices a mix of laughter and banter as they discussed their morning classes and plans for later. Though he was in the center, Sunghoon wasn’t really engaging, just listening with a relaxed, blank expression.

Suddenly, Jihye stepped into their path, her bright smile directed solely at him. His friends quieted down, their attention shifting to her as she confidently strode up and stopped in front of him.

He came to a halt, the rest of his friends following suit, and looked down at her with an uninterested stare. His posture didn’t change, still nonchalant, but his eyes gave nothing away.

“Hi,” she greeted, her voice sweet and almost too eager. "You know, you’re not as scary as everyone says you are." She grinned wider. "Actually, I think you’re really handsome."

His friends exchanged amused glances, some of them snickering at the bold compliment. Jake elbowed Jay lightly, trying not to laugh out loud, but Sunghoon remained stone-faced, unmoved by her words.

“Thanks," he said flatly, the word carrying no emotion whatsoever.

Encouraged by what she perceived as an opening, the girl stepped a little closer, her confidence growing. "So, I was thinking... maybe we could hang out sometime? Go on a date?"

The air shifted. His friends went quiet, waiting for his response, some of them already stifling laughter, knowing exactly how this was going to go.

Without missing a beat, Sunghoon looked her dead in the eyes, his voice cold and blunt. "I’m not interested," he said simply, his words like a slap in the face. He didn’t even soften the blow. "And I never will be."

His rejection was firm and absolute, and her face fell slightly, the confident smile wavering.

Before she could even recover, he continued, his tone sharp now. "Stop bothering Y/n about me. Leave her alone."

Jihye's expression soured at the mention of Y/n, and her posture stiffened. Clearly offended, she crossed her arms and glared up at him. "Her?" she sneered. "You’d rather be with someone like her? She’s nothing special."

That was it.

The air around Sunghoon changed in an instant, his relaxed stance becoming tense. He took a step closer to her, his towering figure casting a shadow over her. His jaw clenched, and his gaze hardened into a menacing glare.

“Say that again,” he challenged, his voice low and threatening.

Her eyes widened, clearly taken aback by the sudden shift in his demeanor. She swallowed hard but held her ground. “I-I’m just saying—”

He cut her off, his voice ice-cold. "Don’t insult her. Not ever again."

The threat was clear, and she realized quickly that she’d crossed a line. His friends stood silently behind him, watching the scene unfold but not interfering, their faces reflecting the same unreadable expressions.

“You think you can just walk up to me and insult someone I care about? You’re not worth my time, and you’re definitely not worth hers." His eyes narrowed, and he leaned down slightly, his words sharp as a knife. "So, get lost."

Stunned and clearly humiliated, the girl stumbled back, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment. She glanced around at his friends, who were watching her with barely concealed amusement, and then back at him. She opened her mouth to say something but thought better of it and turned on her heel, storming away in a huff.

As she disappeared down the hallway, Heeseung broke the silence with a low whistle. "Man, she didn’t stand a chance, did she?"

Jay laughed, shaking his head. "I almost feel bad for her. Almost."

But Sunghoon wasn’t interested in the jokes. His expression was still hardened as he stared after her retreating figure, but after a moment, he let out a long breath, shoving his hands back into his pockets.

Jake nudged him playfully. "Guess she knows now not to mess with Y/n."

"She better," he muttered, his gaze softening only slightly as he turned away and resumed walking.

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The sun was starting to set as Sunghoon drove through the familiar streets, the hum of the engine a calming presence. Beside him, in the passenger seat, Y/n was happily chatting away, her voice light as she recounted the events of her day. Her words were full of the small details—her classes, something funny one of her friends said, and the little things she noticed on her walk to school.

She was radiant when she spoke, her face lighting up with every new story, and Sunghoon couldn’t help but watch her as he drove, a soft smile tugging at his lips. The world outside seemed to blur into the background; all that mattered was the sound of her voice and the way her eyes sparkled.

As they approached the park, he turned the steering wheel and pulled into the parking lot, the car coming to a gentle stop under the shade of a large tree. They’d been here before, a quiet place where they could steal a few moments together away from everything else.

“Let’s hang out here for a bit,” he said as he turned off the car.

She looked over at him with a smile, nodding as she continued talking, this time about something one of her classmates did during lunch. He leaned back in his seat, one arm resting on the wheel, the other draped casually across his lap as he listened intently to every word she said.

But after a while, Y/n noticed the way he was staring at her—his eyes warm, focused entirely on her, as if she was the only thing that mattered. Her words faltered for a second, a light blush creeping onto her cheeks as she realized he wasn’t just listening; he was captivated.

“What?” she asked, her voice soft and a little shy.

He didn’t say anything at first, just kept staring, the intensity of his gaze making her heart race. Then, slowly, he leaned in closer, his face mere inches from hers. The quiet rustle of the park’s leaves surrounded them, but in that moment, it felt like the world had stilled.

His voice was soft, almost a whisper. “Can I kiss you?”

Her breath hitched, her blush deepening as her eyes flicked from his lips to his eyes. She swallowed, feeling the warmth of his closeness, and after a second, she gave a small, shy nod.

That was all the confirmation Sunghoon needed.

In one smooth, gentle motion, he closed the remaining distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a soft, tender kiss. It was sweet, unhurried, like they had all the time in the world. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she felt her heart swell, her hands coming up to lightly rest on his arm as they shared the moment, lost in the quiet intimacy of the park.

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PART ONE | CALLING ON MY ANGEL

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[inkedinshadows]

Never Hold Back

Day 31: Squirting — Lucien x f!reader

Warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering, insecure reader

Word count: 1.099

A/N: we've finally got to the end of Kinktober! This was so much fun, but it was also exhausting ngl. I'm working on new fics and I'm so glad it's not smut bc I seriously need a break from it. I didn't think I'd be able to write a fic for each day when I decided to do this and I have to say I'm quite of myself for making it. Thank you so much to everyone who read/commented/reblogged my silly smutty blurbs and if you've stuck around to read them all, I love you pls let's get married.

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You didn’t have much experience with sex. Or rather, you did, but the people you had been with could be counted on one hand. And if there was one thing you learned after your first time, it was how to fake an orgasm just before the real one hit you. That way, your partner would relent, sparing you the embarrassment.

But Lucien wasn’t like your previous lovers. He was your mate.

When you arched off the bed and moaned louder than before, he pulled his mouth away from you and watched you with a furrowed brow.

“Why do you do that?”

At first, you didn’t understand what he was talking about, and your insecurities took over. What had you done? Did you have an actual orgasm? No, you would have felt that, and Lucien would have looked more grossed out than concerned.

“Do what?” you asked, trying to keep the tremor from your voice.

Lucien sat up straight and you immediately felt the absence of his head between your thighs. His eyes found yours and the uneasiness etched on his face made you brace yourself for what might be coming.

He was silent for a moment before he said quietly, “If you don’t enjoy what I’m doing, please just tell me.”

Eyes wide, you sat up too. “Why would you think that? Of course I enjoy it, Lu!”

“Then why did you just fake an orgasm?”

“I didn’t—”

“You did it last time too.”

Your breath caught, heat rising to your cheeks until you were sure you looked like a tomato. Unsure how to respond, you looked down at your fidgeting hands.

You always thought you were good at faking, that it looked real enough to not raise suspicions. None of the males you’d been with before had ever noticed. And now that your mate had realized it, you wished the ground would open and swallow you whole.

“Sunshine,” he called softly.

A slender finger hooked under your chin, and then you were looking into his eyes. He didn’t seem upset, which spurred you to finally say something.

“I’m sorry,” you stuttered, and words began pouring out in an incoherent stream. “It’s just… my body. When I come, it does— it’s really gross, so I just… I thought you—”

You stopped abruptly when his thumb moved to cover your lips. He searched your face, his brows still furrowed, before he asked, “What do you mean ‘gross’?”

You shook your head, resisting the urge to look away again, but his gaze was piercing, and his golden eye seemed to see right through you, so eventually you answered, voice just above a whisper.

“I… I tend to squirt.”

You expected disgust, judgment, maybe even rejection—the same reactions you had gotten the few times it happened, the reasons you had started faking.

Instead, Lucien smiled broadly. “You do?”

He sounded so excited that you frowned as you gave him a single nod. His hands traveled down your body, caressing your sides until they rested on your waist. You were still waiting for a rejection, and he probably read it on your face because he gently squeezed you.

“Y/N… did someone tell you it’s gross?” he questioned. “Is that why you say that?”

You blinked. “You don’t think it is?”

As soon as the words left your mouth, Lucien’s posture changed. His back went a bit rigid, and his jaw clenched as he let you go. “Lay back down,” he said, or rather ordered. No soft tone was left in his voice, in his expression.

“Lucien…” you tried, but he cut you off.

“Lay down. I’m going to make you come.”

You did as he asked, though with a touch of hesitation. Lucien was quick to settle between your legs again. When you opened your mouth to try and talk him out of it one last time, he beat you to it.

“I am going to make you come,” he repeated, even more firmly than the first time. And then he was licking a stripe up your folds, his hands holding you open for him to feast on.

You decided to just enjoy it, then. What else were you supposed to do when he flicked his tongue over your clit and gently rolled it between his lips? Your hand shot out to tangle in his fiery hair, and you sucked in a breath, feeling his low chuckle reverberate against your cunt.

He probed your entrance with a finger, and when you squirmed, he pushed it in and curled it, hitting that sweet spot that drew a groan from deep in your throat. And then you lost all sense of time and space as the fingers became two and his mouth latched onto your clit.

The pleasure was rising fast—faster than ever, now that you weren’t worrying about waiting for the perfect moment to fake your orgasm. Yet as you felt it approaching, the thought that maybe you should stop before it was too late lingered at the back of your mind.

“Lucien, I’m… I’m close,” you warned, your voice a breathless murmur.

“Then come for me, sunshine.” He looked up at you through his lashes, and his next words were a low, commanding growl. “Don’t you dare hold it back.”

When he thrust his fingers in deeper and curled them once more, you didn’t hold it back, and after so long without such an intense feeling, you were utterly overwhelmed by it. A loud cry broke free from you as your whole body shook while you squirted all over Lucien’s fingers and chin. He held you firm, still working you until you went limp, spent and panting. Only then did he pull back, and you blushed at the sight of his face covered in your release.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Lucien only smiled. “Don’t be. Don’t ever apologize for it.”

He climbed up your body, and you wrapped your arms around his neck out of instinct. As he kissed you, you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue. You weren’t sure how you felt about it.

“It was amazing, sunshine,” he murmured against your lips. “Hot, even.”

His words warmed your heart and a bit of the shame you had grown accustomed to began to melt away. If Lucien, your mate, found it hot… then maybe it wasn’t actually that bad after all.

“And to think that you've denied yourself so many orgasms because of it…” he went on. A smirk blossomed on his lips and a mischievous glint sparked in his russet eye. “Let me remedy that.”

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[mikkies]

「 EVEN IF I'M FARAWAY, I'LL HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS AND SING OUR SECRET SONG. 」

Guest 1337 x GN! Reader x Daisy

warnings: none!

notes: ngl, I was racking my brain on how Guest gets back, but when I took a break to play COD: Modern Warfare, I really liked the idea of Military Helicopters. Hopefully this lives up to your expectations🙇‍♀️

THE WARM GLOW of the afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting long shadows in the living room. Daisy and [Name] sat side by side on the couch, their phones resting between them as a breaking news alert flashed across the screen. The headline was surreal:

"MISSING ROBLOXIANS FOUND AFTER YEARS OF DISAPPEARANCE: LEGENDARY GUEST 1337 AMONG THE SURVIVORS."

The newscaster’s voice carried a blend of excitement and solemnity. "In an extraordinary turn of events, a group of individuals who had mysteriously vanished years ago has been found alive. Among them is the renowned Guest 1337, whose disappearance sparked widespread speculation and countless efforts to locate him. Though the details of their return remain classified, officials have confirmed that all survivors endured unimaginable circumstances during their time away."

The video cut to a live feed of an airfield, where a crowd had gathered to greet the returning survivors. Guest 1337’s distinctive silhouette emerged from the aircraft, his spiky blue hair unmistakable even from a distance. The camera zoomed in on his face, capturing the raw emotion as he stepped back onto familiar ground.

"It’s him," Daisy whispered, her fingers trembling as she paused the video. "He’s… really alive."

You placed a hand over hers, your own eyes glistening. "We’ll see him soon. The report said he’s being brought back to town today."

The hours that followed passed in a haze of anxious anticipation. Memories of Guest 1337—his laughter, his courage, his fierce loyalty—flooded back in vivid detail. Neither Daisy nor you could sit still, your emotions vacillating between hope and apprehension.

When the doorbell finally rang, it was as if the entire world held its breath. Daisy reached the door first, her heart hammering in her chest. She paused, her hand hovering over the handle, before finally pulling it open.

There he stood.

Guest 1337’s tall frame filled the doorway, his spiky blue hair slightly disheveled but unmistakable. His camouflage shirt and tan vest were faded and worn, a testament to the horrors he’d endured. His stark white skin seemed even paler than before, but his eyes—those piercing, determined eyes—still held the warmth of the man you both knew.

For a moment, no one moved. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken words. Then, Daisy surged forward, her arms wrapping tightly around him. Her face buried into his chest as the tears came, hot and unrelenting.

"You idiot!" she sobbed, her voice muffled against his vest. "Do you have any idea what you put us through?"

You were right behind her, your arms encircling both of them in a protective embrace. "How could you just disappear like that?" your voice cracked, the words a mix of relief and frustration. "Do you even know how much we’ve missed you?"

Guest 1337 didn’t say a word. His head dipped, his shoulders shaking as silent tears slid down his cheeks. He held you both tightly, his hands gripping Daisy’s sweatshirt and your sleeve like lifelines. He had faced unimaginable challenges during his disappearance, but nothing had prepared him for this—the overwhelming love and anguish of the people he cared about most.

"I’m sorry," he finally whispered, his voice hoarse and broken. "I’m so sorry."

Daisy pulled back just enough to look up at him, her tear-streaked face a mix of anger and relief. "You better be," she said, her voice wavering as she lightly punched his chest. "Don’t you ever do that to us again."

You followed suit, delivering a soft punch to his shoulder. "You had us thinking the worst. You have no idea how many nights we… we thought you were gone for good."

Guest 1337 gave a watery chuckle, his lips curving into a small, genuine smile for the first time in what felt like forever. "I missed you too. Both of you. More than you’ll ever know."

The three of you stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, your tears mingling as you shared the weight of your emotions. It was a reunion filled with pain, love, and the unspoken promise that you would never let go again.

Eventually, Daisy wiped her eyes and smiled up at him, her usual cheerfulness starting to shine through. "Welcome home, Guest. You’ve got a lot of explaining to do."

You nodded, a soft laugh escaping your lips. "Yeah. And don’t think for a second that we’re letting you out of our sight anytime soon."

Guest 1337 smiled, his heart full despite the lingering scars of his ordeal. For the first time in years, he felt truly alive.

"I’m not going anywhere," he promised, his voice steady. "Not ever again."

[jamminvroomvroom]

Now hear me out… Lando with a daddy kink. I rest my case (and send in my request).

heart to heart.

ln x fem!reader

in which you’re heartbroken and lando knows exactly what you’ve always wanted.

oh, anon. how i love you. ngl haven’t written this trope much before so this was a baby-steps attempt… but it’s intense smut lmao. keep sending in requests guys, i’m getting through them (slowly)!! anyways enjoy, love you, tell me what you think <3

songs to set the mood: heart to heart by mac demarco

warnings: 18+ minors DNI!! smut, language, daddy kink (help), breeding kink (lord forgive me), friends to lovers (implied), mentions of cheating (not reader or lando), dom!lando, sub!reader

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you’ve been friends for years.

sometimes it felt like the door was open for more, only to be quickly slammed shut when a cute barista handed you his number, or when lando slid into a bikini models dm’s. bottom line: it never ended up crossing that line and becoming more.

you’re crying on his couch when the line finally blurs.

“i just- i just thought…” you choke out a sob that cuts you off.

“what, honey?” lando coos, brushing some damp hairs away from your streaming eyes.

“i thought i’d marry him. how stupid is that?” you whimper. this is the worst breakup you’d gone through to date, and just like when anything goes wrong, lando is there with a spare shoulder for you to cry on. he always knew that your ex was a piece of shit but his warnings fell on deaf ears. “we talked about kids and houses. he asked me my fucking ring size.” you spat. all of this happened, of course, before you found out he’d been cheating on you with his boss’s assistant.

“you’re not stupid, honey.” lando pulls you in closer to his side.

you stay there for a while, letting the tears fall until there are no more left to cry and your face is drying up. your head rests on his shoulder, and when you turn it to look up at him, he’s already looking down at you.

pink lips are parted, slicked with a swipe of his tongue. two blue eyes turned to an icy grey dart between your own lustful pair and your lips, parted only to expel shallow, shaky breaths.

“kids and a nice big lawn, is that what you want?” he whispers. you shift against the couch, trying to hide the shiver the low gravelly tone of his voice shoots down your spine.

“mhm.” you nod slightly, sinking into his side and his eyes.

time speeds up for a moment; the hand he has wrapped around you finds your waist, and somehow he manoeuvres you onto his lap. it feels odd. odd, because it’s right. it’s new and yet it feels… familiar.

“why’d you waste all that time with those assholes, hm?” his voice is mocking, and your knees squeeze around his hips. “could’ve given you all that years ago. fucked a baby into you and put a nice, shiny ring on this finger.” lando pulls your ring finger between his lips, holding eye contact as he swirls his tongue around the digit. you tremble against him, his filthy words almost sending you slack against him.

“didn’t know you wanted me.” you pant.

“i’m gonna do things to you that will make sure that you never doubt me again.”

and he does.

you’re crying on his mattress, overstimulated, yet desperate for more. these are the only kind of tears he ever wants you to cry. he’s been between your legs for what feels like so long that hours could have passed and you wouldn’t question a thing. his tongue works over and over your throbbing clit and your hands rake through tangled curls.

“lando, please.” you chant, over and over again. you don’t know what you’re asking him for, but he seems to get it, because he doesn’t stop.

two fingers find your entrance, sodden with the remnants of more orgasms than you can count. in slides one, twisting deliciously before it’s joined by the second. you ascend, pretty much instantly, so overwhelmed by how good he’s managed to make you feel. your orgasm builds too quickly, and you’re dripping down his wrist before you can even tell him you’re close.

lando chuckles, tongue tracing the mess you’ve left as he shuffles on his knees between your legs. then, he’s hovering over you, balancing on one of his forearms whilst his other hand traces the curve of your body.

“having fun, honey?” he bumps his nose against yours, lips meeting yours a brief second later. it feels as good and as right the first time he kissed you earlier, and he licks into your mouth, deep and sensual. you moan into the kiss when you taste yourself on his tongue.

you can feel his cock brushing against your folds and you melt into the mattress, keening at his the feeling of him everywhere. your shaky hands skim his torso, feeling every dip and ridge under your fingertips. golden skin tenses, rippling flesh taut against your palms. your hips buck into his.

“tell me what you want, honey. need to hear you say it.”

“fuck me.” you mutter, rolling your hips once more. the angle you create means that his cock catches your folds and you can’t help but whine his name.

“how?” lando smirks, your chin trapped between his fingers. he makes you look at him, and you curse yourself for not doing this sooner.

“what you said earlier…” you choke out, trailing off.

“what did i say earlier?” he tease. you groan in frustration.

“please, lando.” you’re too hot, blush stains your cheeks and your neck.

“is my sweet girl getting shy?” he pecks your lips, kisses down your neck. when he reaches your ear, he tugs on the lobe. all you can feel is sharp teeth and warm breath. everything is slick.

“it’s okay, honey.” lando continues. “i remember. remember those wide eyes and pouty lips when i told you what i can give you. gonna make me a daddy, baby? finally gonna be mine?” he whispers, right into your ear. all you see is white.

finally.

“daddy.” you pant, when he finally slides into you, hard and deep.

“that’s it, baby.” lando grunts, hooking your thigh over his hip. you can feel the way his fingers dig in to your flesh, stopping him from falling apart instantly. his other hand takes your wrists, pushes them up the mattress until they’re pinned right above your head and he’s hovering over you, perfectly level. chest to chest, heart to heart.

shallow thrusts aid the deep grind of his hips, rolling slowly into yours. he’s everywhere, nothing separating your needy, flushed bodies. he never pulls all the way out, stays buried as deep as he can, and repeatedly hits that spot inside of you that allows you to see every star in the sky. you’re breathless, soundless, utterly helpless as you drown in him and everything he has to offer you.

you wonder if he’ll actually spill into you, mark you as his. it makes you dizzy, makes you shake, the idea of nothing stopping him from making such a mess between your spread legs. you want to beg for it but you can’t, the raging, wet pleasure in the pit of your belly rendering you speechless. all you manage is a dry plea of half of his name.

“lan-“ you begin, but he kisses the rest of the word out of his mouth.

“no, honey, that’s not my name.” he rasps, talks down to you in a way that pushes you even closer to sweet release.

“daddy. want you to be daddy.” you slur.

the reaction you get from him is worth every heartache you’ve ever suffered. his rhythm changes and now he’s slamming into you, and the sensation makes you cry some more, thick tears sliding down your neck which he tastes, licks away.

but then everything is soaking. you gush around him and his abs glisten. your throat burns from the scream, and then there’s silence, just for a moment.

“fucking hell.” he shudders, transfixed on the thin layer of you that seems to be everywhere.

he’s wrapped around you tight when he lets go, muttering unintelligible filth in your ear as he does. you stay intertwined for a moment, trying to piece together what you’d just done.

when lando eventually rolls off of you, he takes every inch of you in, a beautiful canvas covered in a memory. his eyes are warm again, soft. whatever had possessed him is long gone and he’s just lando again. your lando.

you attempt to wriggle across the mattress, seeking refuge in your forgotten pile of clothes on the floor. he stops you in your feeble attempts to peel your lifeless body off of his bed.

“hey, it’s okay, honey. let me look after you.” he coos, gentle sitting you up. “you okay?”

“thank you.” you whisper. your lips meet, fleetingly, delicate.

“‘m gonna take care of you, baby.” he promises. you believe him.

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[i-dared-myself]

You and I

Bang Chan x reader

In which Chan finds someone like him, and he believes you need his help, no matter how much you protest.

18+

Cw: Yandere Chan, murder, blood, torture, a bit of gore but not too much, smut, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome honestly, fucked up stuff, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (DO NOT DO), um… kinda nasty ngl. It’s inspired by Railway, so that should be enough warning.

Your body is broken, slowly mending- but broken nonetheless. You can feel your bones shifting as they fuse back together, and you gasp out at the pain. You have no idea how you got here, or why you’re in so much agony.

You’re on a metal table in a room with crooked IV poles and bars for windows. Sunlight streams in between the bars and it makes you wince, your pounding headache bothering you.

You slide off the table and limp to the door. It’s open by just a hair, and you push it the rest of the way. You gasp at the sight of bodies life reed on the ground, bodies slick with blood.

You shuffle over to someone, raising shaking hands to check for any signs of life. You move from person to person, but nothing. No one’s chest rises, and no one has a pulse.

What happened here?

You’re only faintly aware of a heavy weight at your shoulder blades, but ignore it. You don’t have time to examine your own injuries. 

But still, you collapse near the final body, letting out a cry of defeat. Everything hurts too much, and no one is else is alive. Something terrible occurred to them all- and to you.

Something splashes, and you glance behind you to see a man in a long, black, leather jacket that swirls around his ankles. Some of his black hair falls into his face as he tilts his head at you, mismatched eyes locking in on your face.

“You weren’t here earlier,” he muses to himself before running his tongue over pointed canines. His lips curl up into something resembling a smile, but it’s too menacing for that. “You’re like me, aren’t you?” 

You swallow, mouth suddenly dry. “I’m not.”

His shoulders shake as he laughs. It doesn’t sound humorous. It comes off as crazed.

He catches his breath, gaze flicking over you. “You have wings. You and I are alike. You have wings, and I’m… this.” His arms spread wide, revealing silver chains dangling from the inside of his coat and a set of handcuffs.

You frown, but do look. And damn, you do have wings. You flex them absently before returning your attention to the man.

“I’m Chan,” he tells you. Someone that you hadn’t checked for life stirs, and he kicks their abdomen. They groan weakly, and he crouches down next to them, holding eye contact with you as he snaps their neck.

You cover your mouth with your hands, horrified. He’s the one who murdered all these people. 

Chan’s gaze is hooded as he stands, studying you for a moment. “You and I… We’re different.”

You shudder, still staring at the person he just killed. Did they have a family? Did they deserve this?

Chan holds his hand out, smiling softly. “Ready to go?”

You take a wary step back. “Go? Go where?”

His easy expression falters before he pastes it back on. “With me. Outside of this place. To the world outside.”

Outside of the dim hallways and broken concrete. Away from the bodies crumpled across the floor, with gaping mouths and empty eyes.

“No,” you say, surprising even yourself. You bring your wings around yourself in a sort of protective shield. “I- I’m not going with you.”

Chan’s outstretched hand curls, fingers digging into the palm of his hand. His shining black shoes take another step closer to you. “Careful… I’m in a good mood.”

You sob, feathers fluttering anxiously. If this is his good mood, killing all of these people, then what is considered bad? What’s he like when he snaps?

“Don’t… Please,” you weakly say, shivering in fear when he continues to approach you. “No-“

His hand wraps around your jaw, tipping your head back. Chan pats your cheek before ripping into his wrist with his teeth, black goo oozing out. “Open wide…”

Tears stream from your eyes and you clamp your mouth shut. He doesn’t like that, and squeezes tighter. A thumb pokes at your lips and forces its way in, quickly followed by two digits.

Chan spreads your lips apart and drips the black goo into your mouth, grinning maniacally as you gasp and splutter on it. “Swallow it like a good girl. There you go.”

You have no choice but to swallow. You choke it down and slowly lower yourself to the ground, balancing on your hands and knees. The taste of it is still in your mouth, making you gag on the bitterness.

Chan’s foot lands on the space between your splayed out wings, applying a steady pressure. Your arms shake until they give out, and you fall to the ground. Chan presses harder, resting his forearm on his bent knee. 

“There you go,“ he croons. “Just give in. Relent.”

You struggle one last time, attempting to stand up. But you cannot with the strength he is using to keep you down.

You let out one last pathetic whimper before going completely limp. Chan removes his foot and crouches next to you, stroking your hair.

Then you’re unconscious, fading into a realm of darkness.

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You awaken, stretching out. There’s a lingering taste in your mouth, and you scrape your tongue over your teeth in an attempt to remove it. You sigh heavily, getting rid of the remnants of sleep.

You sit up as your memories come back. Of then metal table and extreme pain. Of the lifeless bodies, blood mixing with tears.

And of Chan.

You grip the sheets of the bed you’re in, pulling them around your form. There’s a set of clothes sitting on the edge of the bed, stacked neatly atop each other. You reach for them warily.

You don’t exactly want to use whatever it is Chan has provided you with, but you despise the ripped and torn fabric you wear. So you throw it on, looking around the bedroom you’re in.

It’s scarcely furnished, with a bed covered in pillows, and a desk off to the side. There are two doors, and when you push one open, it leads to a bathroom. You wander to the second, heart pounding as you turn the handle.

There’s another hallway, and you’re overcome by a sense of deja vu. Except this hallway is covered in polished marble that gleams. You pad softly down the corridor, wings dragging behind you.

Maybe there’s something around that you could use as a weapon. Something to defend yourself from Chan with.

You enter a living room, and find it empty. No Chan.

You feel a grumble in your stomach but push your hunger aside. Escape is your top priority, and you want to get as far away from this sick bastard as possible. Ignoring the kitchen, you head straight to the only other door.

But it opens before you have the chance to touch the handle, and you’re met with the sight of a blonde man with long hair. His freckles scrunch up in alarm when he sees you, and he darts back out the door. You lunge for the door, but now it’s locked.

You hammer your fists against it. “Let me out! Please! Before- Before he comes back!”

You’re met with silence. There’s no response, and you slump against the door.

“Please,” you beg one last time. “Just… Just let me out!” When there’s still no answer, you turn and head for the kitchen, intent on locating a knife.

You hiss out a breath as your wings hit the edge of a counter, drawing them closer to yourself. It’s like your body isn’t quite aware of itself. It’s a strange feeling.

“A little birdie told me that my guest is awake,” Chan sings as he enters, slamming the door shut behind him. His eyes land on you and his shoulder shake with laughter at his own joke. “So it’s true. Felix wasn’t lying.”

You haven’t yet found a knife, so you open drawers at a furious pace. Chan simply watches you, fingers laced together behind his back. When you do pull a knife out, he wraps his fingers around your wrist and squeezes, loosening your grip.

“None of that,” Chan chides, kicking the blade away with a clatter.  “I don’t want to have to send you to your room again, so behave.”

You fight back, flapping your wings out in an attempt to throw him off. But he holds on, grasping tightly to your wrist with a patient smile. You let out a yelp as his fingers encircled around your wrist clasp harder, causing something to audibly pop.

“Oh, no,” Chan says, releasing you. He bends at the waist to take a closer look at you as you huddle on the ground, clutching your wrist. “Did you get hurt?”

You whimper and try to crawl away further, but he hooks his ankle around your calf and yanks you closer. He tsks and peers down at your wrist. 

“I can fix that,” Chan murmurs, hovering over you. He smiles, flashing his fangs. “Would you let me touch you to fix it?”

You tremble, shaking your head. “N- No! Just g- go away!” 

“No?” Chan sharply demands. His tongue rolls against the inside of his cheek, forcing out a strained laugh. “No? Did you say no to me?”

You stand and lunge around him, but he grabs you by the back of your neck, squeezing firmly. You go limp when you remember the way he so easily snapped someone’s neck. Your wings slump and your body shakes in terror.

“Oh,” Chan softly says. He slowly lowers you and presses his knee to the small of your back, applying enough pressure that you can’t get up. “Are you scared?”

You hide your face with one of your hands since you can’t move the other, bottom lip wobbling. Was he not aware that he terrified you? Did he not know how much he scared you?

“Don’t be like that,” Chan coos, reaching to the side. He pulls a roll of bandages out from somewhere and wraps it around your injured wrist, humming to himself. “Why would I hurt you? You’re like me, and not like those motherfuckers that did this to us!”

You watch as he treats your injury, sniffling. “W- Who?”

Chan cocks his head, tonguing one of his long canines. “The ones behind the experiments. The pain and the torture so they could mutilate our bodies and turn us into these. But don’t worry, darling. I killed them all. Or, almost all.”

You let out a cry as his knee digs into you further. He’s too distracted by his ramblings to even notice the pain he’s causing you, lips twisting into a sneer. You scramble to tap his thigh, signalling that it’s too much, not that you think he’d care.

“Oh, did I hurt you?” Chan picks you up from beneath the armpits, arms looped under yours. He drags you to the couch, sitting down. He places you on his lap and wraps his arms around your waist.

You’re tired. Tired of all of your memories being of blood and death and fighting. So you give in, and slump against him.

“There you go,” Chan whispers, shifting you so you’re flush against him. He trails his fingers along the feathers of your wings, and it feels wrong and right at the same time.

Wrong in the sense that it’s Chan. The murderer, who’s touching what you’re now learning is such a sensitive part of your body.

Right in the sense that it’s Chan. In some inexplicable way, this feels perfect.

A door creaks open, and a muscular man steps inside. He ducks his head out of respect, avoiding eye contact. “Sir.”

Chan scowls, baring his teeth as his grip on you tightens. “What is it, Changbin”

“We, found him.“ Changbin’s eyes flick to you, a hint of pity showing. “We left him alone for now, but we followed your instructions.”

Chan relaxes, beginning to toy with your hair. He seems to consider everything for a minute before he glances up at Changbin again. “Bring me a hairbrush.”

“Sir?” Changbin questions. As soon as Chan’s eyes narrow, the man bolts out of the room. 

“Chan,” you unsurely say. “Who are these people? Felix and Changbin?”

“They work for me,” Chan says simply. “I’m better and more evolved than them, and they know it.”

So he’s threatening them. 

Changbin returns, handing Chan a brush. He stands there for a moment before he’s dismissed, locking the door again when he leaves.

“Darling,” Chan sings, his voice carrying a teasing lilt. “Stay still.”

He runs the brush through your hair, his free hand cupping the back of your head in a gentle caress. It’s… nice, being cared for this way. You could almost see yourself letting this be a common occurrence.

Almost.

“Do you remember it?” Chan asks as he works. You try to think of what he’s talking about, but there’s no need for it when he continues to talk. “I do. I remember every moment of it.”

You turn your head to look at his face, but he steers your gaze away so he can brush your hair out. You fidget with your hands in your lap, listening to his voice.

“It hurt,” Chan says, voice cracking at the end. “I don’t know what they did to me, but now… Now I’m this. You’re scared of me since I’m a monster, and it’s all their fault!”

You flinch when he raises his voice, and he notices.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Chan nuzzles at the back of your neck, nose digging into your skin. “But you don’t have to worry about that anymore. You’ve been through what I have, and now I’ll keep you safe.”

“Did they- You said you killed them all.” You stare down at the ground, mind reeling with everything. “Isn’t that enough? Isn’t your revenge complete?”

Chan huffs out a laugh, hands falling down to your waist. The hairbrush is placed off to the side as Chan just holds you. “No. It’s not enough. It won’t be enough until I find the one in charge and make him suffer like I did.”

You try so stand, but he prevents you from doing so by tugging you back down to him. You somehow aren’t alarmed by this, and settle down again. You straddle his lap, hands on his shoulders.

“There you go,” Chan praises, thumbing at your bottom lip. His fingers seem to shake before he drops his arm to his side again. “I’m not only doing this for me, but for you. You’ll be safe once he’s dead.”

You rest your head on his shoulder, oddly comforted by his words. Maybe it’s because he’s one of the only people you’ve known since you’ve woken. Maybe you’re as fucked up as he is.

“We’ll go tomorrow,” Chan tells you, letting his head loll back. His eyes flutter shut and he sighs heavily. “Go to your room, darling.”

You lick your lips nervously. “No.”

He peeks an eye open in confusion. “No?”

“I- I don’t want you to kill him.” You squirm, afraid of how he might react. There’s a fairly large chance he’ll remove whatever special treatment you get. 

“Why?” Chan asks, voice dangerously low. He tries to sit up properly, but your weight on his lap keeps him down. “After what that motherfucker did to me? Did to us?”

“Chan-“

“No.” He stands, throwing you off of him. His lips are curled downwards in displeasure and he wraps his hand around your injured wrist, using it to drag you down the hallways.

You yelp at the pain, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes. It hurts, but you know that’s the point. You’ve pissed him off, and there’s a possibility you won’t ever change that.

Chan tosses you into the room you woke up in, lingering in the doorway. “Sleep. I’m bringing you with me tomorrow, even if I have to tie you up and throw you over my shoulder.”

You stand and glare at him as strongly as you can, even though he doesn’t seem intimidated by you. “I don’t want this! I don’t want to see anymore death! Stop the bloodshed, Chan!”

“You’re lucky that you’ve forgotten!” Chan screams. His chest heaves with the exertion of his breakdown, and he slumps to the floor. He covers his face with his hands and his shoulders shake.

He’s… crying.

You swallow unsurely, crouching next to him. You bring your wings around him in a comforting bubble, but you don’t know why. 

“It’s okay,” you murmur before you catch yourself. You stroke his hair, and he wraps his arms around you.

“I- I remember it all,” he whispers, squeezing his eyes shut. When you ask if he wants to talk about it, he shakes his head.

He falls asleep in your arms, exhausted from whatever had been haunting him. You gently roll him to his stomach, lying next to him with your wings splayed out over him as you drift off to sleep.

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“Darling.” Chan’s voice breaks through your slumber, and you shift as you wake. His hand is stroking your face with a gentle touch. “It’s time to get up.”

You ache from sleeping on the floor all night, but Chan looks well-rested. His smile is soft as he gazes at you, kneeling next to you.

“What are we-“ You remember what’s in store for the day and sit up. “No! No, I won’t go!”

Chan’s expression hardens, a flicker of disappointment flashing across his features. He reaches for the handcuffs clipped to his wrist, shaking his head. “I didn’t want to do this. I thought you had finally understood why I’m doing all this.”

You scramble away, only for him to pin you. Your upper portion is bend over the bed, while his body presses against your lower half. You whimper as he secures the handcuffs to you, fighting the urge to cry.

“I’m doing this for us.” Chan runs his fingers over your feathers and you shiver at the sensation. “You’ll be safe with him gone.”

A man hovers in the corner, bottom lip a bright red from worrying it so much with his teeth. “Sir, the car is ready.”

“Leave us, Jisung.” Chan doesn’t bother to glance over as he tightens your restraints. He lets out a snarl of frustration when you fight back. “Stop that! I’m helping!”

“Chan!” you exclaim. “I need you to realize that this isn’t helping! You’re trying to keep me safe as therapy for yourself!”

Chan wrenches you to your feet. “You’ll understand. Just wait.”

You sit in the back of a car, Chan seated next to you as a driver takes you to the location of a man about to be killed. Chan’s hand rests on your thigh, more of a reassurance to himself than a move on you. You stare out the window at the rapidly changing landscape, mind racing.

Chan helps you out of the car, lifting you by the waist and setting you down carefully. You shoot a desperate look to Jisung, who turns away.

Chan’s fingers flex on the cane he’s holding, tipping his head to you. “Shall we?”

You gaze at the building with apprehension. It doesn’t seem like much, being filthy and nearly torn-down, but Changbin had assured Chan that the man was here. You are about to see the one behind Chan’s gruesome past, and the events that led to you being kidnapped by him.

Chan gives you a nudge, clicking his tongue. “Move.”

You enter first, closely followed by Chan. You can hear the ominous tapping of his cane through the pounding of your heart in your ears. You’re terrified, both for yourself and the man.

A dull thud echoes from somewhere, causing you to freeze. Chan chuckles lowly, stepping past you. “Ready, darling?”

“Please,” you beg one last time. “Don’t do this.”

Chan ignores you and presses further into the building. You reluctantly trail behind him, stomach tumbling with nerves.

A man in a lab coat spins around, gasping when he spots the pit of you. He blanches as he catches sight of Chan, horror swimming in his eyes.

“Hello,” Chan simply greets. He tilts his head, pupils dilating as he locks in on his prey. 

“You!” he gasps again, covering his mouth. “You- You weren’t supposed to get out!”

“Because you knew I would come for you?” Chan slithers closer, hands clasped behind his back. The cane dangles from his grip. “Why would you be scared? Do you have something to confess?”

“Chan,” you weakly say.

“I- I’m sorry!” The man in the lab coat sweats profusely, wringing his hands. “But it was for science! Surely- Surely you understand that?”

“Surely I understand what?” Chan arches an eyebrow. “That my suffering was interesting to you?”

The man lowers himself to his knees. “Please… But look at yourself! It’s- It’s magnificent!”

Chan falters, forehead creasing. “Magnificent? You- I cried myself to sleep every night that I was strapped to that table! You personally stood over me and laughed!”

You no longer feel pity for this man. Every ounce of sympathy in your heart for him has dried up, replaced for the same longing for vengeance that Chan craves.

“But- But-“ The man looks to you, scrambling closer on his knees. “You! You were always so perfect! You were the perfect specimen! So sweet and lovely!”

Chan kicks the man away from you, disgust etched into his features. “Get the fuck away from her. You don’t deserve to breathe the same air as her, you vile creature.”

The man sobs, clutching at his hair. He tugs at the strands, taking another attempt at getting closer to you. “Please! Don’t let him do this!” He grabs at you, fingers snagging at your shirt.

You flinch away from him, wings twitching. That seems to do it for Chan, causing him to snap.

Chan swings the cane, hitting the man in the chest. He bends over, blood spurting out of his mouth when he coughs. 

Chan smiles and laughs as he repeatedly beats the man, and you watch. You watch as he’s brought closer and closer to the brink of death, and until his teeth are stained red with blood. His breaths are ragged and his face is streaked with tears.

“That is nowhere near the fraction of the suffering I have gone through,” Chan hisses out. He pinches the man’s chin between his fingers, glowering at him in pure fury. “But I will end you now.”

“Chan,” you softly say, drawing his attention to you. “Chan, my love.”

Chan immediately drops the man, and he goes limp on the ground. He rushes to you, eyes filled with a mix of apprehension and hope. “Yes, darling?”

“Can I do it?” you rasp. You can’t tear your eyes from the man, his once perfectly clean lab coat now splattered with red. “I know you’ve waited for this moment, but-“

“Of course.” Chan pulls a knife out from somewhere, flipping the handle to you. He removes your handcuffs as well. “You’ve suffered as much as I, my darling.”

You kneel next to the man, whose pained expression contorts into one of desperation.  But that quickly changes when you sink the blade into him, over and over again.

You feel the warm wetness on your face and your hands, and you feel the weight of Chan’s gaze on you. You are the one to take this man’s pathetic life, and you are the one to drop the knife to a clatter.

But Chan is the one to initiate the kiss, clasping your face with his hands. It’s full of longing and built up desire. 

You return it with as much enthusiasm, opening your mouth for his tongue. His fangs knick your lip, but you’re covered in so much blood anyways.

“Here?” Chan pants out, groping at any inch of you that he can touch. “Do you want me to fuck you right here?”

You whine and bare your throat for him, eyes fluttering as he kisses up your neck. “I- No.”

“No?” Chan pulls away, tongue wetting his lips. “Darling-“

“Not here.” You yank him back to you. “I- I want a bed, because we’re doing this a bunch tonight.”

He moans at the prospect, kneading at your hips. “Can I- Can I bite you? Make you mine?”

“Sure,” you breathlessly agree. “Make me yours.”

You shriek as his fangs plunge into your neck, right where he had been kissing earlier. It’s a burning hot pain, but it slowly transforms into molten pleasure.

“You like that?” Chan licks a stripe over the wound, closing it up somehow. When you moan as an answer, he scoops you up into his arms and carries you out to the waiting car.

“Sir?” Jisung tenses in alarm.

“Drive,” Chan orders, laying you out across the backseats. You’re dripping now, and he can’t wait to ruin you. 

Jisung wordlessly obeys, and you’re back home before you know it. Chan dumps you onto your bed, wandering to the attached bathroom while you writhe, fuelled by an aching need.

“I know,” Chan soothes as he returns, bringing you with him to the bathroom, where the tub is filling with steaming water. “The bite is making you needy, isn’t it?”

“Y- Yeah.” You nod as he strips you of your clothes, quickly following suit. You both climb into the bathtub together and rinse away the blood and the grime. 

You keep attempting to slide onto Chan’s dick, but he stops you each and every time. He merely kisses you again, assuring you that it’s coming. You’re growing frustrated and as soon as he steps out of the bathtub, you launch yourself at him.

You straddle his chest, bending down to kiss him. You’re both slick with water and droplets of it roll down Chan’s abs as he stands, pushing you off.

“Darling,” Chan taunts, gaze hooded. “Careful, or I’ll have to restrain you again.”

You ignore the warning and shove him again. Chan lets himself fall onto the bed, arms spread out. You’re instantly atop him again, using your wings as balance so he can’t throw you off again.

“Gonna fuck me?” Chan croons. He flicks one of your nipples before circling it with his thumb. “Well, get to it already.”

“I’m trying!” you hiss, grabbing his hard and leaking cock. His head is thrown back when you drag your hands up it. 

You marvel in how much control you have over him in this moment. You had been so afraid of him and what he could do, but now here you are. You’re touching one of his most intimate places, about to have him fuck you.

You get distracted by your thoughts, which allows him to flip you. You fight in protest as the handcuffs return to your wrists, but he smirks down at you.

Chan rubs two fingers through your folds, pupils dilating again at what he finds. “Oh, you’re soaked.” 

You try to grind down on his hand, but he removes it. You struggle in the handcuffs, glaring down at the metal.

“Aw, poor thing.” Chan tilts your chin up with his fingers, shuffling on his knees to straddle you. “Do you need it? Do you need my thick cock to fill you?”

“Need it!” You nod eagerly, scrambling to grab his arm. It’s a tricky maneuver with your hands bound, but you make it work. “Please, Chan!”

Chan stares down at you, seemingly considering something. “You want to be mine? Forever?”

“Forever!” You wrap your legs around him and tug him closer. You want him as close as it gets, so much so that you can’t explain the need that has overcome you.

Chan’s fangs appear to lengthen as he moves them to his forearm. More of the black goo bubbles up and he tips it back into his mouth. You know what he wants and part your lips, sticking your tongue out.

He cups your face with two hands, drooling it out into your waiting mouth. This time you don’t gag, effortlessly swallowing it down.

“Good,” Chan says, lips still stained black. He sticks three fingers past your lips suddenly, making you choke. He checks that you’ve truly swallowed it all, smiling at you. “Ready for it?”

“Uh-huh.” You stare at his cock, and know it will stretch you out. But the bite he had given you has gotten rid of the need for prep. You’re wetter than he could have imagined, and you can feel your pussy throbbing.

Chan likes himself with your entrance, slowly pushing in. Your back arches at the sensation of him filling you, and he kisses you again. It’s messy and sloppy because you’re both panting, but you want more.

“There you go,” Chan softly says as he begins to rock into you. He turns you onto your stomach, with your hands behind your back. “Finally mine. All that fighting for nothing, huh? Don’t you feel stupid now?”

He thrusts into you harshly, and your entire body shifts with the movement. You moan and try once again to get out of the handcuffs.

“Enough,” Chan scolds, smacking your ass. You yelp, and he rubs the pain away by smoothing his hands over where he had just hit.

“Chan!” Your eyes roll back at a particularly well-aimed thrust. “Please! Please, please, please!”

“Please what?” Chan taunts. He presses your clit firmly and you squirm away from the pleasure. But he uses his other hand to grip the handcuffs and pull you back to him. “I’m already giving you my dick, you needy thing. Are you asking me to fill you further? To fill you with my cum until it’s dripping out of you, and then fuck it back in?”

You drool onto the sheets, aching and burning and full. You swear that he’s rearranging your guts for his own pleasure. You never want it to stop.

Then you’re clenching down around him with an orgasm, cunt spasming and body trembling. He works you through it by grinding into you, toying with your clit.

“Gonna give it to you,” Chan gasps out, mouth parting as he cums inside you. It’s your turn to help him through it, and you push back against him, rolling your hips.

“We’re the same,” Chan whispers as he slips out of you. He pulls you flush to his chest, arms around your torso. “You’re mine and I’m yours. You and I will be safe, now.”

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@velvetmoonlght @jinnie-ret @hansmic @imeverycliche @iwuberic @strawberryscentedd @lezleeferguson-120 @mbioooo0000

[hpiiker]

HASAN WITH FEM!PCOS!READER || HP²⁵ ❤️‍🩹 ʚ♡ɞ

:: HPIIKER’S PROFILE || my inbox is open! 📨

:: so, i’m officially diagnosed with pcos… and i’m on the cusp of having an infected uterus but luckily no signs of early menopause😀, so this is for comfort !! there’s obviously mentions of M/HRT (menopause/hormonal replacement therapy), depression, anxiety, basically the side effects of being a woman 😭

:: it’s happy but endearing. white ferrari by frank ocean !!

— he’s ofc an ALLYYYYYYY 🫡

— when you first found out by the doctors for getting the official diagnose for pcos, he’s sat beside you. rubbing your back up and down while giving you the look of comfort, mixed with a warm smile.

— obviously as a woman, you felt ashamed and out of control for not feeling like a woman with having to deal with this. hasan was so tapped in with you and your emotions. if you needed to talk with him, he’s 1000000000% there.

— he didn’t mind at all with helping you through your mental, hormonal, physical fluctuations. from depression to gain weight to peaks of testosterone causing, fertility issues, excessive hair, withdrawal periods :(

— he especially help you with your irregular periods and health. overall with starting to workout and to eat better or anything that could help.

— a few weeks passed and you been perscribed provare to induce withdrawal periods, and like every fucking reproductive medication, the side effects are like a blanket. hasan saw the disappointment seeping through your face, he reassures you with a bear like hug 🥹

— he saw the changes in you with you eventually leading up to a period. the breakouts of annoyance, depression and anxiety.

— this himbo has pads and tampons on DECK😭

— ngl, hasan is slightly intimidated by you. whenever you’re on your period😭😭

— whenever you’re in bed, cramping up. he sits on your side of the bed, next to you and rolls over to you while he’s giving you forehead kisses!

— or it’s late at night and the cravings are kicking in, he’s so excited and down to drive around late at night for hours and go to many shops and fast food restaurants!!!

— kaya sticking by you WAAAAAAY more, hasan is out of the family picture 😭😭😭

— with emotional days of pcos, i can imagine when you’re both laying in bed for the day, you’re just crying and choking up your words in his arms and he’s giving you the ultimate comfort.

— SO MAAAANNNNY kisses, hugs and quiet moments.

— you’re staying in bed and he’s doing everything for you but you insist you can do it 😭😭

— when you were first prescribed on provera, you were pretty scared about the outcome, but hasan did his research and could reassure you with any questions you had🙂‍↕️

— hasan had noticed lately that your energy was completely zapped out of you. there’s MANY moments of you falling asleep and he’s always getting the closest blanket near you, to make you sure you always have a blanket on you 😭😭🥹

— when hasan is streaming, he definitely quietens down if you’ve fallen asleep on the settee.

— you walked into hasan stream, being completely clueless that he’s currently streams he warns you that he’s streaming, but to be completely honest, that sentence just completely came through one ear and left through the other ear 😭😭

— as you’re standing next to hasan, he wraps him arms around your waist, resting his head in the curves of your torso. “just let me know if you need anything… or me” he chuckles at himself, causing you to break a smile. “thanks, but im just going to sleep again for like the 500th time again. pcos is no joke” you snarked at yourself. “love you”, “love you too” which you and hasan said in unison, causing you two to smile like you two are inlove for the first time again <333

— overall this man is HEAVEN SENT. you’re never letting this man go or not letting any woman getting in the way 🙂‍↕️

[fushiguruuzzzz]

Kilby Girl !

+ INTRO — YUTA + THE VOICES IN HIS HEAD

series mlist

Toge is a social sciences major, Yuta is an engineering major, Maki is a business major (again), panda is a psychology major

Toge streams if that wasn’t obvious, which is why his following is higher

Yuta choking got posted on youtube everyone from their college saw it

Yes… back with the panda diss…

That was NOT a moment of weakness you look like that constantly

Please hit the gym. The chick fil a workers all know you by name.

I liked making Toge’s account he’s so silly he’s such a loser I love him

I’m ngl this series will probably be over quicker than bttoh was, but it depends how many people read it (demand)

Ignore that panda’s contact photo is his gyatt

Posting this on the same day as the other one so that the intros are out and I can focus on the rest of the lineup until I start writing real chapters for this lmfao 😭

Rockstar murgurmur fic is written but idk whether to post that or the Satoru fic AGH

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@anotherwriternamedclara @ruruisru @adoresia @auroratumbles @sh0ot1ngst4r @princesa14 @soobin1437 @mystic-megumi @cinnamxnangel @lizbix @s3ns4ti0n4l @anonnieghost @s4toruz @azinniya @gumims @bubybubsters @k4ss11333 @rreveurdoll @kaged-kitty @rwura

[dykeadvocate]

— Two Little Lovebirds

ellie being a cutie little loser

Pairing; Streamer!Ellie x Streamer!Reader

a/n: this is how i imagined my streamer!ellie to ask my streamer!reader out

@stegosauruswilly sooo are you and y/n dating or what?

@ladydcansteponme yeah come on ellie. we've seen what you've been posting

@minecraftergod LMAO they're definitely dating look how red her face is going

Ellie's eyes scanned over the chat, reading every message. She and you weren't dating, not yet, at least. She wanted to ask you out but couldn't find the courage.

"Uhm." She mumbled, trying to keep up with her energetic mood. She had been playing Roblox horror games for the past hour, and everything had been okay until people started to mention you.

Don't get her wrong, she adored talking about you. But having to talk about her relationship with you made her feel embarrassed. She had been talking to you for two weeks and she hadn't asked you out. That is so not lesbian of her.

@m0mmym11kers oh shit. maybe theyre not dating.

"Okay, guys. I think I'm gonna wrap it short today. Have fun at, Y/n's stream!" Ellie clicked on the button to raid your stream, sending all her viewers to your channel.

She slumped down in her chair and ran her hand on her face. God, she needed to ask you out.

A large grin spread across your face when you saw that Ellie raided you.

"Thanks for the raid, Els. Oh, wait. Is she not here?" You frowned, not seeing Ellie's familiar username pop up in chat.

@minecraftergod uh yeah ellie ended stream really randomly and i guess she didn't join

@rubberducksex she seemed kinda upset ngl maybe check on her

You opened your messages with Ellie.

You: hey, are you ok? people said you looked upset and ended stream randomly.

Ellie: when are you free?

You: like in an hour

Ellie: can i come over in an hour then?

You: yeah ofc. u ok tho?

Ellie didn't reply to you. You bit your lip in concern.

You ended the stream 30 minutes later. You were concerned about Ellie and couldn't keep your mind off of her. There was a knock on your door and you looked over to check the time. Shit, has it been an hour already?

You opened the door and smiled at the sight of Ellie. You threw your arms around her. You pulled Ellie inside, closing the door behind her.

"You okay, Ellie?" You asked, "You're quiet."

Ellie shrugged, playing with her fingers.

You frowned, taking her face in your hands. You ran your thumb over her cheek. "What's wrong?"

"I wanna be your girlfriend," Ellie blurted out, immediately regretting her words. That was not how she wanted to ask.

When you didn't reply immediately, you felt Ellie started to pull away from you. But you wrapped your arms around her neck and pressed your lips against hers. Your actions shocked Ellie, but she quickly reciprocated. Her arms wrapped around your waist.

The kiss was messy but full of love. You pulled away when you started to run out of breath, and rested your forehead against hers.

"So, is that a yes?" Ellie asked.

You giggled, nodding your head. "Of course it is."

Ellie gave you a shy smile.

"Wanna tell me why you were upset now?" You questioned, playing with the baby hairs at the nape of her neck.

Ellie sighed, attempting to look away from you, but you tilted her head to look at you. "I just- Everyone kept asking me if we were dating and I wanted to ask you out so bad so I just felt like a loser for not having the courage."

You frowned. "Ellie, you aren't a loser for not having the courage. I didn't have the courage either, does that make me a loser?"

"No, but-"

"Exactly. You aren't a loser."

Ellie sighed. She knew you were right. You kissed the tip of her nose and smiled.

"Feel better now?"

She nodded.

"Wait, I gotta flex to Twitter that I'm dating you." Ellie pulled her phone out and swiped to her camera app. Ellie wrapped her arm around your neck and pulled your faces together. At the last second, you turned your face, kissing Ellie on the lips.

A light blush spread across Ellie's face when you pulled away, grabbing her phone to look at the picture.

"Awe, this looks cute. Post it,"

Ellie smiled and typed out a post.

@carpetmuncherwilliams FINALLY GOT THE COURAGE AND ASKED :p WHO WANTS TO COME TO THE WEDDING!!! *1 image attached*

@buffjesse replied gay as hell DOWN WITH THE GAYS

@dinaisbetter replied jesse stfu they are literally so cute why dont u post photos of me huh??

@buffjesse replied *4 images attached*

@dinaisbetter replied r u serious THOSE ARE PICS OF ME SLEEPING WITH MY MOUTH OPEN DELETE THOSE RN

Ellie laughed at Jesse and Dina’s conversation, passing the phone to you.

“If you ever post photos of me like that, I will kick you so hard.”

Ellie held her hands up in defensive.

“I absolutely will not.”

She definitely will at some point.

[transformers-spike]

Haven’t seen a lot of TFA starscream content around tumblr😢

So can I asked TFA starscream x femme human reader who’s like the COMPLETE opposite of him? Sweet, kind, not bratty like him ykyk.

He definitely hates it at first but in all honesty she calms him down🤷🏻‍♀️ oh and could you perchance make this NSFW? Tysm���

Love me this bitch - he's definitely out there in terms of fruitiness ngl

He loathes fleshies. Or so he claims. It doesn’t take a genius to realize he’s full of shit. Then again, you lack the self-preservation to avoid him like the plague.

You can’t help yourself, he’s so utterly pathetic yet charming, the prettiest rat in the sewer system. You’ve spent more time than you care to admit hanging around the likes of him. Yeah, he’s annoying and his voice sounds like nails against a chalkboard – but you’ve never had the best taste in men. Or extraterrestrials for that matter.

Through the months spent together, you’ve patiently listened to his frustrations and innumerable plans to depose Megatron and take his rightful place as the new leader of the Decepticons. He doesn’t want a second opinion (and frankly you know better than to offer yours) – and you’ve come to see him for what he truly is: a child desperate for attention. Usually, he’s the one lying next to you, resting his chin on his crossed arms, leaning into your touch as he goes on and on about whatever’s bothering him. He mellows out, eventually. Powering down for a minute or two, only to come back online and pick up where he last left off.

He’s flighty (pun not-intended on your part), always on the move, coming up with new schemes to infodump about for hours on end while stroking your head with his digit. A villain petting his cat while monologuing.

You don’t mind it. Any sane person would, but you don’t. He comes to you insulted Megatron won’t give him the time of day, and you happily give him the attention he craves; caressing his helm until his rambling slows and his voice softens. Things got weird after he admitted your species wasn’t so bad. Was it an attempt at flirtation? You didn’t know enough about Cybertronian courting to recognize the obvious signs. Wings held high – EM field wrapping itself around yours. Humans, as he told you, have a primitive version of it – which makes it all the more impressive he went out of his way to reach for yours. Light as a breeze, yes. But undisputedly there.

Either you’re the chosen one, meant to commute with aliens and establish peace on an intergalactic scale, or (most likely) he’s wasting energy trying to rizz you up the Cybertronian way instead of googling how humans flirt.

Actually – you’re glad he didn’t. Knowing him, he would have stumbled upon “fratboy tips and tricks to bagging gals” and become insufferable as a result.

You’re not sure how you got together – it just happened after days of watching him strut around like a preening peacock,

Your parts are – to put it lightly – completely incompatible. Talk about jamming a brick into a blueberry-sized hole. No human being can survive what he’s packing. But you make it work. There’s more to interface than spike to valve action – or so he told you. And frankly, you have to agree. Exploration is a given considering your anatomical differences. There is little you can cover at your size, which he finds hilarious. Instead, he’s the one running his digits over you, delighting in your softness. Sure, he may be self-absorbed and his favorite subjects involve he, himself and him, but he’s scarily good at analyzing your reactions. Or… maybe you’re just easy to read. Eh, either way, it doesn’t make a difference.

He learns fast, and he’s quick to rub where you’re most sensitive. But it would be nice if he stopped teasing you for once; he makes you beg for it, draws out your pleas until your voice cracks and frustrated tears stream down your face. You could be cruel, give him a taste of his own medicine so to speak. But you’re weak. It only takes a glimpse into his eyes and the faintest prickle of static in his vox to convince you. He knows you cannot satisfy him properly – not that he actually cares.

His spike is warm in your hands, biolights pulsating like stars in the night sky. It takes the slightest kiss for him to dig his claws into the ground and demand you continue. And who are you to refuse? You’ve learned when to pull back lest you swallow too much and get sick, wiping the transfluid from his tip. If he’s noticed this in his sea of pleasure, he’s never mentioned it – too focused on the mouth diligently working his spike.

When he’s feeling generous, he slips a digit inside of you – but if you hiss in discomfort, he switches to rubbing the dull end of his claw across your clit, making you moan against his spike until you’re wet enough to take his digit.

It’s his way of rewarding you, the best “thanks for the orgasm” he can give. He doesn’t last long, but he refuses to stop fingering until you cum and he feels your walls clamp around him.

Once everything is all over, he acts all proud of himself, back to preening like a peacock with you curled up in his lap. For all his faults, Starscream cares in his own unique way.

[moonlight-records]

slip (stream) into my heart | CL16 (sm au pt. 2)

pairing: charles leclerc x streamer!reader

summary: a certain ferrari driver has taken a liking to a certain streamer and sees his chance to finally start chatting with them (pt. 2)

warnings: fluff, swearing (positive)

fc: none!

a/n: the parts will be labeled as past and current streams!

past stream | current stream

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user5 THEY'RE THERE AOINFOLINDOING OMG OMG OMG

user30 FINALLY OUR WORLDS COLLIDE

user69 so this is the one who's been spotted in the ferrari garage!

yourusername that's me! 😇 user69 honestly you're representing all of us in your sweatshirt and leggings ngl 😮‍💨 also sweatshirt from where?! yourusername thank you! here to rep the rest of us fans 😤 also nembroideries!

landonorris not my favorite streamer being here 🫣 come to mclaren i think papaya would look better 😉

charles_leclerc lando! landonorris WHAT?

carlossainz55 @/landonorris muppet! stop trying to steal charles' guest landonorris GOD FORBID I FANBOY AND TRY TO CONVERT THEM

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[imaginesig]

“Could someone give a message to the smallest man who ever lived”

pt2: "Ditch the clowns, get the crown / baby I'm the one to beat"

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

SMAU

The reader is a singer-songwriter who just broke up with long term fiancé Lewis Hamilton. Of course she wrote a gut wrenching album to cope.

This is gonna be a lot of shitting on Lewis— absolutely no hate! I just love a good heartbreak and the Tortured Poets Department

Also dates aren’t accurate bc I don’t have time to worry abt all that and I totally stole all of this from real life- not an ounce of originality

Music themed masterlist

Complete masterlist pinned on my profile

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yn_ln: pinky promise to always by your side 🏎️

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lewishamilton pinky promise to always be by YOUR side

yn_ln ♥️

mercadesamgf1 always a pleasure to host our pop princess!

yn_ln always a pleasure to be hosted!!

user1 looks always kill in the paddock

user2 ugh to be in the F1 paddock watching my driver fiancee on weekends I'n not touring

user3 stunning!!

user4 the pinky promise makes me physically ill😭

user5 fr WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN

carmenmmundt gorgeous! Always a good time with you 🫶

yn_ln dinner soon?

carmenmmundt yes please!!

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lewishamilton: could’ve been better but back to work for next week

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user1 being a Hamilton fan used to be fun, I used to be happy

user2 the second photo is so fanfic coded I can't

user3 omg yes!!

user4 maybe Ferrari will be championship #8

user5 hottest couple in the paddock

mercadesamgf1 watch out Australia 👊💥

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yn_ln: Argentina I’m so glad we were able to dance my best dress with you! Until next time 🫶🎇

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user1 BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE

user2 babe wake up a dancing Taylor post just dropped

sabrinacarpender such an electric crowd!!

yn_ln thank you for your hype work

lewishamilton: wonderful show once again!!

user3 best night ever

user4 AHHH STUNNING

user5 manifesting tickets so hard rn

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ynupdates: Superstar Y/n L/n and boyfriend Lewis Hamilton after her show in Argentina!!

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user1 LMAO the update account rlly said she's everything and he's just Ken

user2 the wine was iconic!!

user3 omg that's my photo!!

user4 we thank you for your service

user5 you know she was jumping with joy bc of those boots

user6 omg irl! I can't imagine how her feet feel after heels all show

user7 they are so sweet

user8 get yourself a man who takes you out after work

user9 my fav couple fr fr

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ln_yn: Round of applause for Brazil for their incredible rain show!!

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user1 the first pic 😳

user2 chills, literal chills

user3 the entire vibes of the whole show was wow

user4 I agree and I was watching through a fuzzy live stream

user5 anybody else need illicit affairs (angry verson) on Spotify now

user6 me me me!!

user7 Y/n make it happen

user8 it kinda felt personal ngl

user9 best night ever!! I went as fearless in a gold dress and to say I danced in a storm in my “best dress” with Y/n was incredible!!

user10 omg that’s so lucky!!

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yn_ln: Thank you South America for welcoming me with open arms for this leg of the tour!! I will miss you all dearly over break but rest and relaxation is important for an awesome European leg!!

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user1 I’m gonna miss the fuzzy live streams 😭

user2 gets some rest Queen!!

user3 I can’t wait for the second leg!! Let’s go Europe🫶🫶

user4 it’s go time to get my Eras outfit

user8 I need ideas!!

user4 me and my boyfriend are going as Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince

user9 I’m dressing in a white dress with a small veil that says “fucked in the head” and messed up makeup bc champagne problems is one of my favs

user10 I love it!!

user5 anybody else sad Lewis wasn’t at these last few shows, nor was she at any races or seen near mercades home base

user6 they’ve been together for 6 years, I’m not worried abt them spending some time focused on their jobs without each other

user7 yea and they’re really private so I’m sure they’ll catch up plenty during her break

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lewishamilton: not the results we needed but that’s what growing is all about

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lewishamilton: that’s P2💪

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mercadesamgf1 that's our driver!!🏆

georgerussell congrats man! bloody good driving today

lewishamilton double point weekend

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yn_ln: All’s fair in love and poetry, April 4th

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yn_ln: surprise!! "The Tortured Poets Department: Eros" out now!! This edition includes two new songs, "So High School" and "The Alchemy"

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