#guess I’m not as sneaky as I thought ^^’

[fnaf-movie-countdown]

My honest confession is that I participated in the Happiest Day 2 zine, and No one knows I’m still in the server <3

[kingdom-of-sins]

Lando Norris x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Lando is an idiot, oh and he also lost the key to your house

Requested? No

The room is dark and silent as you sleep, snuggled under your favorite blanket, sleeping. It's past midnight when you faintly hear a noise. A clatter, followed by a muffled curse. Your eyes snap open.

Your heart pounds as you sit up in bed. Is that... someone in the house? Panic sets in.

Frantically, your eyes scan the room for a weapon. Anything will do. Finally, you grab your bedside lamp. It’s not exactly a baseball bat, but it’s heavy and wieldy enough to knock out a potential thief. Lamp in hand, you cautiously tiptoe toward the kitchen, every creak in the floorboards making you wince.

The noise is louder now. Someone is moving around, rummaging. You grip the lamp tighter, raise it over your head, and step into the kitchen.

“Stop right there!” you yell.

“AHHH!” the intruder screams, dropping something on the counter.

“AHHH!” you scream back, shocked that the "thief" is screaming too.

Both of you stand frozen, staring at each other in the dim light. You recognize the messy curls and wide-eyed look of terror before you.

“Lando?!” you gasp, lowering the lamp.

“Babe, don’t kill me!” Lando exclaims, hands in the air like he’s about to be arrested. “Put the lamp down!”

“What are you doing sneaking around my kitchen at night?!” you demand, lowering the lamp but still holding it firmly. “You scared me half to death!”

“I lost the key you gave me!” he blurts out, looking like a guilty puppy. “I didn’t want to wake you, so I thought I’d...you know...climb in through the window.”

“You climbed through my window?” you echo, incredulous. “Who even does that?!”

“I do, apparently,” he mutters, still eyeing the lamp nervously. “Can you, uh, put that down before you actually swing it at me?”

Realizing you’re still holding the lamp like a weapon, you set it on the counter with a huff. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I know,” he says, trying to muster a sheepish grin. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t just scare me—you terrified me!” you scold. “What if I had actually hit you with this thing?”

“Well,” he says, scratching the back of his neck, “I guess I’d be knocked out, and you’d be dating a guy with a concussion.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the small laugh that escapes. “This isn’t funny, Lando. You lost the key! What if someone else finds it?”

“I’ll fix it,” he says quickly. “I’ll change the locks tomorrow. First thing in the morning.”

“You’d better,” you say, crossing your arms. “And you’re paying for it!”

“Of course,” he says, nodding eagerly. “Anything you want. Just don’t attack me with lamps anymore.”

You shake your head, still annoyed but starting to soften. Then he grins and points at you.

“By the way,” he says, “you look really hot in my papaya hoodie.”

You glance down, realizing you’re wearing his oversized hoodie. “Don’t think compliments are going to get you out of this,” you say, trying to sound stern.

“Oh, come on,” he says, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around you. “I mean it. You look amazing.”

“Flattery will only get you so far,” you tease, but the corners of your mouth twitch upward.

“It’s working, though, isn’t it?” he asks, kissing your forehead.

You sigh, giving in. “Fine. You’re forgiven... but only because of the hoodie.”

“Noted,” he says, grinning. “And I’ll keep my promise about the locks. No more sneaky window missions, I swear.”

“Good,” you say, finally relaxing in his arms. “Next time, just call. I’d rather wake up to a phone than almost attack you with a lamp.”

“Deal,” Lando laughs, holding you tighter.

[ha-rinrin]

"Is there something wrong with my pants?"

Summary: Jinx's comes home after getting half of Zaun out of Stillwater with a doubt on her mind.

Pairing: Jinx x fem!reader

Wordcount: 1.4k

Authors note: I laughed so hard at this scene that I had to write something based on it. Also, guys, I'm absolutely refusing to accept the ending of episode 6 for my own mental health.

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The hideout is still, the quiet hum of the machinery and the flicker of a dim lamp your only company. You've been waiting for Jinx, trying not to imagine all the chaos she’s causing out there. You know she’s been working on something big, but you’re never quite sure exactly what until she shows up.

The door slams open, and in she bursts, her energy almost tangible as she steps into the room. Jinx is practically glowing, a grin stretched across her face that matches the wild sparkle in her eyes. Her clothes are messy, but she’s hardly bothered by it, her usual chaotic aura taking over.

“Guess who just pulled half of Zaun outta Stillwater?” she announces, her voice thick with excitement. She practically bounces in place, her fingers twitching like she’s about to explode with more energy.

You blink, surprised. “Wait—half of Zaun? You mean you—”

Jinx nods, cutting you off with a quick motion of her hands. “Yeah! I snuck in, all stealthy-like, dodged the enforcers, and got them out. No one even knew what hit ‘em! They’re gonna be talking about this for ages, trust me.” She leans in closer, her face lighting up with that grin that’s both wild and contagious. “I’m like their ghost, except, you know, way cooler.”

You can’t help but smile at her enthusiasm, though a small part of you wonders how she managed it without being caught. She’s reckless, but she’s also clever in her own strange way.

Her voice drops a little, a mix of excitement and something softer underneath it. “It felt good, y’know? Being the one who saves the day for once.” She rubs the back of her neck sheepishly, glancing at you like she’s half unsure if you’ll think it’s stupid.

You step forward, catching her eyes with a soft smile. “I’m proud of you, Jinx. You did something good today.”

Her eyes widen slightly, a little surprised at the words, before her usual grin returns, if a little softer now. "Well, I don’t always blow things up, y’know." She shrugs, still trying to play it off like it’s no big deal, but you can tell she’s pleased.

“Yeah, but you always make it exciting," you reply, stepping closer to her, your voice warm. "Only you could pull something like that off and get away with it."

Jinx laughs, her energy rising again, and she twirls around once more, feeling the high of her success. "Well, they won’t be calling me ‘crazy’ for much longer! They’ll be calling me a hero soon enough—just wait!"

You smile, watching her, knowing that her idea of ‘hero’ is always going to be a little different from the norm. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

After the rush of adrenaline begins to fade, Jinx’s usual wild energy starts to settle, leaving behind a quieter, more tired version of her. She lets out a long breath, her grin softening as she moves to the couch, her steps a little less bouncy now.

“You know,” she says, her voice much softer than before, “sometimes, all that sneaky, saving-the-day stuff takes more out of me than I thought.”

She drops onto the couch with a sigh, sprawling out, but then pats the empty space next to her, glancing up at you with a mischievous smile. “C’mere. You’re not gonna leave me hanging after all that, are you?”

You raise an eyebrow but walk over anyway, sitting next to her. As soon as you do, Jinx pulls you down beside her, her arms wrapping around you like a vice, dragging you closer as she snuggles into your side.

“Perfect,” she mutters, resting her head against your shoulder with a contented sigh. Her usual wild energy has faded, replaced by something softer, something that only ever seems to appear when she’s with you. She lets out a small, satisfied hum, clearly enjoying the comfort of just being close to you after everything.

“You know, you’re the only one who doesn’t think I’m a total freak," she says after a few moments of quiet, her voice more vulnerable than she usually lets on. "You’re the only one who gets it… and me." She nuzzles into your side, her arms tightening around you slightly.

You smile softly, resting a hand on her back, your fingers gently tracing the familiar lines of her jacket. "You’re not a freak, Jinx. You're just... you. And that’s all I need."

She glances up at you, her eyes bright, but there’s something softer there now, something deeper than the usual spark of mischief. "Good," she mutters with a quiet chuckle. "’Cause I’m never gonna change." Her grip on you tightens a little, and she settles further into your side, clearly at peace now. “So, I’m gonna stay here and cuddle until the world falls apart again. You cool with that?”

You chuckle, feeling the warmth of her body next to yours, the chaos of her day finally falling away as she rests against you. “I’m more than cool with that.”

Jinx lets out another satisfied sigh, her eyes fluttering closed as she relaxes even more, completely at ease in your arms. And for once, everything feels calm—just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, in a world that’s spinning too fast for anyone else to catch

Jinx stays nestled against you for a while, the chaos of the day melting away in the quiet comfort between you. Her breathing has slowed, and she feels more relaxed than she has in hours. The soft hum of the hideout is the only sound, but then, out of nowhere, she shifts slightly in your arms, her mood taking a subtle dip.

You feel her tense, just for a second, and her voice comes out a little softer than usual. “Hey… um… do you think there’s something wrong with my pants?”

You blink, not sure if you heard her correctly. And then, you glance down at her—her eyes wide, her lips pressed together like she’s genuinely worried. It’s such a stark contrast to the wild, unpredictable energy she usually exudes. The sudden vulnerability in her face, combined with the seriousness of her tone, is almost too much.

And before you can stop yourself, you burst out laughing. It’s not mean-spirited, just genuine, surprised amusement. The ridiculousness of the question, paired with the look on her face, catches you off guard.

Jinx blinks at you, her eyes narrowing slightly in confusion as she watches you laugh. “What?” she asks, her voice a little defensive, though the corners of her mouth twitch in response to your laughter. "Is it really that funny?"

You try to catch your breath, still chuckling. “Jinx… you—" You wipe your eyes with your sleeve, grinning. “You’re worried about your pants? Look at you! You’re the last person who should care about that!”

She pouts for a moment, her arms still around you as she pulls herself a little closer, almost like she’s trying to hide. “It’s not funny, okay?” she mutters, her voice quieter now, though there’s still a hint of that pout on her lips. "That enforcer made me feel stupid... and I didn’t like it."

You stop laughing, realizing just how much it’s bothering her. You gently tilt her chin up to look at you, the playful tone fading as you meet her eyes. “I’m sorry, Jinx,” you say, your voice soft but sincere. “It’s just… you’re telling me this, and then I look at you, and I’m like— … Who cares what she thinks?”

She stares at you for a moment, the pout fading as she lets out a small breath. “Yeah, but still...” she trails off, still fiddling with the fabric of her pants.

You grin, brushing a hand through her hair as you pull her back into you. “You’re perfect, Jinx. Those pants? Totally you. No one else could pull them off like you do.”

her head resting against your chest as she lets out a soft sigh, the weight of her earlier worries starting to ease away. “You’re the best,” she murmurs, her voice barely audible. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You smile, kissing the top of her head. “You’d probably blow something up, but I’d still be right here.”

And just like that, the tension fades. She’s back to her usual self—still a little quirky, but reassured and relaxed in your arms.

[wyniepooh]

Closer

you thought that you were already close with patrick and art; turns out, you could get even closer.

Boardingschool!patrick & boardingschool!art x boardingschool!reader.

it’s no secret that the three of you were close.

Everyone at school acknowledges it by joking that you’re practically their manager, because you’re on the bleachers at every practice, seated front row at every match, and the second the games finishes (usually in their favour), the first person they go running to is you.

in fact, you're all so close that you've developed a habit to follow them into the locker room after every practice. if anyone ever questioned your entry into the room, they’d both chime at the same time: “she’s ours.”

neither of them bat an eye when you sit down on the bench between the metal lockers and watch them get changed because it’s you, their little manager, and they didn’t ever hide anything from you.

You’d read them the daily school news, explain the daily school gossip, and update them on any homework they missed in the name of tennis practice. they’d thank you in their typical ways by ruffling your hair and throwing their sweaty shirts on you before sandwiching you in a suffocating hug.

You shriek and laugh and say, ‘stop it!’ but really, you’re too focused on the feel of their bare chests against you— slippery from sweat and hot from the heat— to care about anything else.

There’s always a brief moment after all the amusement when the laughter dissipates and you’re all just staring at each other. Your smile fades, and suddenly you’re painfully aware of their rapid breaths rising against you on either side, and the heat of it all fills the silent air with something else other than just audible breaths.

Today it’s patrick who looks over to art first, who returns his stare with pressed lips. you catch a flicker of something in their eyes, but they looked away before you could decipher it. However, it was clear that a silent agreement had been reached right in front of you. you suspect that for the first time since you transferred to the school, they were hiding something from you.

patrick breaks the silence first, turning slightly away from you to gently close his locker as he murmurs, “you know, there have been a lot of rumours on campus lately.”

You scoffed, stuffing your agenda into your bag before smoothing a hand over your hair. “Really? What kind of rumours?”

Patrick shrugged. He pulled a shirt over his shoulders, nodding his head towards art. “Rumours about us, mostly. Tell her, art.”

art purses his lips multiple rimes before speaking. “It’s just trash talk,” he pauses. patrick glances over to him one more time, flashing him a subtle glare before art finally continues, “there's talk about how the three of us are suspiciously close, or whatever.”

“I guess it’s not so much a rumour as it is true,” you responded. You tilted your head towards them both, eyes squinting with humour as you questioned, “you guys do consider us close, right? I mean, after all I do for you guys, I’m honestly glad that people are speculating and starting to appreciate my efforts.”

“It’s just,” Patrick turns back around, shuffling his feet to sit down across from you on the bench with legs on either side of the wooden plank. His hands are gathered in the middle, fingers attempting to itch closer and closer to your own without you seeing.

“We could be a lot closer, you know.”

You raised an eyebrow at Patrick’s sneaky hands, a slight smile still intact on your face as you asked, “How close can we get, pat? There’s a limit to everything. Even the sky.”

“he’s right.”

You almost jump at the sudden voice you hear in your ear. you cleared your throat as he slid closer towards your back. Art mirrored Patrick’s movements with legs on either side of the bench, but his hands fiddled with the edge of your hoodie as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“We could be a lot closer.”

You observed the way art pressed his lips together, snuggling his face into the side of your neck as Patrick’s thumb rubbed circles on your hand. you hadn’t even registered that patrick was now grinning, guilding your unsuspecting hand towards his dark curls.

You instinctively wrap your fingers around his wet hair, and you almost gasp when you hear patrick whimper. He pants heavily against your wrist, lips tickling the tender skin as he breathes, “why don’t you come over to our dorm after class?”

You shake your head, dropping your hand from his head. “I don’t think-“

“Please,” art whispers against your neck.

You close your eyes, sucking on the inside of your cheek as you sighed deeply. For a beat, you simply listen to the sound of their synced breathing, taking in the familiar smell of the locker room, and the familiar smell of them. When you open your eyes again, Patrick and art are both eagerly staring at you, pleading with silence.

You suddenly laugh, smiling uncontrollably as you lean back against art and pull patrick closer by the hand that is still wrapped around yours. patrick gladly scooches closer until his nose is practically rubbing against yours, and he returns your laughter with a chuckle of his own.

“Okay,” you mutter while glancing back at art, whose mouth was agape with something adjacent to shock.

“so let’s get closer.”

-

a/n: “why don’t u come over to our-“ bags r packed.

[kxsagi]

hii are u able to do one where u share wired earbuds with rin, isagi, bachira (any other characters you’d like to do too ^^ ) and try to be sneaky by playing a love song / their fav songs but they notice or wtv

thank u !!

“𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮”

a/n: i love this request because it means i can show off my music taste 😼

writing about music is so fun that i included so many of them (all of them are set during a train ride home after school, where you play their favorite song and they notice)

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, shidou ryusei, chigiri hyoma, kunigami rensuke, kaiser michael, bachira meguru, mikage reo, karasu tabito, otoya eita, yukimiya kenyu

isagi yoichi 𐙚 “and there was something ‘bout you that now i can’t remember” 

you pressed play on about you by the 1975, the soft rhythm filling the air between the two of you. as the first few notes hit, you glanced over at isagi, who suddenly straightened up in surprise, a wide smile appearing on his face.

“hold on... no way. this is my favorite song,” he said, his voice almost in disbelief. "i love this band, too."

you chuckled softly, glancing out the window. “really? i didn’t know you were into this kind of music.”

isagi shrugged, clearly trying to downplay it, though his grin didn’t fade. “i have my moments. guess we have more in common than i thought.”

the song played on, the relaxed beat weaving through the train car, and you could feel the growing connection between the two of you. isagi’s gaze lingered a bit longer than usual, his earlier surprise replaced by a more comfortable, almost fond look.

“you picked it perfectly,” he added quietly, the words lingering in the space between you.

you smiled, feeling a quiet warmth bloom in your chest. “i pay attention.”

itoshi rin 𐙚 “my heart, i never be, i never see, i never know” 

you hit play on genesis by grimes, and rin’s eyes narrowed, his focus immediately snapping to the music. 

“this is my song,” he said, more to himself than to you.

you glanced over at him, trying to keep your voice casual. “i had a feeling.”

rin met your gaze, a flicker of something almost soft in his usually guarded expression. “did you? i didn’t think you’d know this song.”

“well, i’m full of surprises,” you said, giving him a playful smile.

he looked at you for a long moment, his lips curling into a rare, small smile. “i see that.”

itoshi sae 𐙚 “i’ll mean something to you” 

when you played nikes by frank ocean, you noticed sae’s reaction instantly. his usually confident demeanor seemed to shift, a soft smile creeping onto his lips as he glanced at you.

“i didn’t think you’d play this,” he said, his voice laced with a mix of surprise and admiration.

you smirked, trying to hide the excitement bubbling inside. “figured i’d try something new.”

sae leaned back, crossing his arms, but his smile never faltered. “you’ve got good taste. guess i underestimated you.”

(any frank ocean song would’ve worked honestly, especially “thinkin bout you”)

nagi seishiro 𐙚 “i could be the one” 

you pressed play on CAN’T GET OVER YOU by joji ft. clams casino, and nagi’s lazy grin instantly turned into an excited one.

“no way, i love joji,” he said, his eyes lighting up.

you couldn’t help but laugh. “i guess we have similar taste.”

nagi shrugged nonchalantly, his grin only widening. “maybe you’re not that boring after all. i’ll give you that.”

the playful jab felt oddly sweet, and as the song played, the easygoing vibe between you two shifted into something more comfortable, like the music had just brought you closer in a way that was almost effortless.

(i see all of joji’s discography with him + “nuts” by lil peep) 

shidou ryusei 𐙚 “i’ll swim down with you”

you chose cherry waves by deftones, and shidou’s expression immediately shifted from his usual cocky grin to one of genuine surprise.

“you’re playing deftones?” he said, almost in disbelief.

you smirked, crossing your arms. “you don’t think i could handle this kind of music?”

shidou laughed, but there was a new glint in his eyes, something deeper than his usual arrogance. “you’ve got taste. i’m impressed.”

the way he said it, with just the slightest shift in his tone, made you realize that there was more to him than his usual brash persona, and something about that felt like a challenge.

(he’s a playboi carti glazer too, it’s canon bc i said so and i’m muneyuki kaneshiro’s daughter/j)

chigiri hyoma 𐙚 “got me tripping, falling with no safety net” 

as the first notes of safety net by ariana grande ft. ty dolla $ign played, you saw chigiri glance at you, his eyes lighting up in recognition.

“this song?” he said, his tone full of disbelief, but there was a spark of excitement there too.

you smiled, casually leaning back. “figured you’d like it.”

chigiri raised an eyebrow, the corners of his lips curling into a smile. “guess you know me better than i thought. didn’t expect you to get it.”

catch him falling without a safety net for you.

kunigami rensuke 𐙚 “breathe out, so i can breathe you in”

you pressed play on everlong by foo fighters, and kunigami’s face lit up in recognition.

“no way... i love this song,” he said, his voice full of surprise and appreciation. "even though it got memed like crazy."

you laughed softly, glancing at him. “i figured you’d be into it.”

kunigami leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, a grin forming. “you’ve got good instincts. i wasn’t expecting that from you.”

(mmm he gives me 80’s lover vibes)

kaiser michael 𐙚 “‘cause maybe, close just isn’t close enough”

you pressed play on TBH by partynextdoor, and kaiser’s eyes widened just a bit, his posture straightening as he recognized the song.

“TBH, this is my favorite track,” he said, his tone smooth and almost appreciative.

you glanced at him, a little surprised. “i didn’t know you were into this kind of music.”

kaiser let out a soft chuckle, his gaze lingering on you with an almost teasing intensity. “i have layers, you know? i don’t just listen to whatever everyone else is playing.”

the way he said it made you feel like you’d unlocked a piece of his personality that most people didn’t get to see. “guess i’ve been underestimating you, huh?”

kaiser smirked, his eyes never leaving yours. “or maybe you’ve been paying attention more than i realize.”

bachira meguru 𐙚 “but is there something more than that?” 

the smooth, psychedelic beats of nangs by tame impala flooded your headphones, and you could see bachira’s eyes flicker in recognition. his playful grin stretched wider, and he immediately leaned toward you, his voice full of energy.

“no way, this is my song! i love this track!” he laughed, his excitement contagious.

you couldn’t help but smile at how infectious his enthusiasm was. “didn’t know you were into tame impala.”

bachira shifted in his seat, his eyes sparkling with an almost mischievous glint. “i love tame impala. i thought you’d be all into pop stuff, but... this suits you more than i expected.”

you raised an eyebrow, leaning closer. “what, you’re saying i have good taste?”

“definitely,” he replied, nudging you lightly. “you’re not just the quiet type, huh? i’m starting to think you’re way more interesting than i gave you credit for.”

mikage reo 𐙚 “all that money, the money is the motive” 

when the morning by the weeknd started playing, you noticed reo’s usual calm expression shift, his eyes softening for just a moment before he turned toward you.

“this is my favorite song,” he said, his voice a little more sincere than usual, almost like a confession.

you met his gaze with genuine surprise. “i didn’t know you liked the weeknd.”

reo shrugged slightly, running a hand through his hair. “i’ve got a few sides to me, you know?” he said with a quiet smile. “i wasn’t expecting you to pick something like this, though. it’s... unexpected.”

you tilted your head, curious. “in a good way?”

“yeah,” he said, his smile deepening as he looked at you. “definitely in a good way. didn’t know you’d get me like that.”

karasu tabito 𐙚 “‘cause i don’t wanna be in love with another”

you chose heavy by the marias, and as the delicate notes drifted through the earbuds, karasu’s usual composed demeanor seemed to soften. he gave you a glance, his eyes narrowing just slightly in surprise.

“this song,” he murmured, “it’s one of my favorites.”

you turned toward him, surprised at how casually he had admitted it. “really? didn’t expect you to be into this kind of music.”

karasu shrugged, his voice softer now. “i guess there’s more to me than you think. i just don’t talk about it much.”

the way he spoke made you feel like you were seeing a side of him that few others did. it was a rare moment of vulnerability that felt oddly intimate, like the song had unlocked a part of him that was usually hidden.

“guess i’m lucky i got to hear it then,” you said, your voice quieter than usual.

karasu smiled, a rare warmth in his eyes. “you might be.”

(MARIAS LOVERS WHERE ARE YOU??? i always go back to heavy, but i also love carino, loverboy, ruthless, hush, and calling you back, but jupiter will always be my first song from them)

otoya eita 𐙚 “i don’t even wanna fuck, i just like you”

when you pressed play on lust by chase atlantic, you immediately noticed otoya's expression change. his usual teasing grin faltered for a second, replaced by a look of surprise.

“wait, you’re playing this?” he asked, his voice low, clearly impressed.

you raised an eyebrow, trying to hide your own amusement. “you don’t like it?”

otoya shook his head, a playful smile forming. “i love it... i just didn’t think you’d be into this kind of stuff. and now you’re playing it? well, i must say i’m intrigued.”

you leaned closer, feeling a little self-conscious under his gaze. “you think i’m too predictable?”

he chuckled softly, leaning back in his seat. “not anymore. guess you’ve got more to you.”

(i also see justin timberlake and bruno mars on his playlist. fetty wap or any JBL speaker music works too)

yukimiya kenyu 𐙚 “merci beaucoup, just like moulin rouge”

you pressed play on sandman by a$ap rocky, the deep bass vibrating through the headphones. when yukimiya’s eyes flickered toward you, you could see the surprise in his gaze.

“this song... no way,” he said, his tone slightly incredulous.

you smirked, looking up at him. “i thought you’d like it.”

yukimiya tilted his head, his usually carefree expression turning into something more serious. “you picked this for me? didn’t know you were so good at reading people.”

you shrugged nonchalantly. “guess i’ve been paying attention.”

his smile was almost teasing, but there was an edge to it, something that made you feel like you were on the same wavelength now.

“maybe you’ll have to share more of your picks with me sometime,” he said, his voice low with a challenge. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[gibberishfangirl]

Omg I love love loooovvee your wind breaker hcs! Could you do girlfriend reader leaving lipstick kisses on the boys? 😘💋

WIND BREAKER | love marks

Characters ✰ Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Hayato Suo, Akihiko Nirei, Kaji Ren, Toma Hiragi, Jo Togame

Contains ✰ indirectly getting caught, teasing, reader did it on purpose in some scenarios, content of the boys getting confronted by their friends

Haruka Sakura ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ unfortunately Sakura failed to realize the stain your nude pink-ish colored lipstick left on the corner of his lip before leaving to meet his friends

❤︎ “oh my Sakura~ i do wonder what you were doing before getting here” Suo immediately teased with a charming smile

❤︎ Sakura looked at Suo and his friends suspiciously as they were all grinning ear to ear at him. the man hated being put on the spot which is something they were painfully aware of

❤︎ Nirei was the first one to crack while letting out a nervous laugh and saying “Sakura you got a little something here.” while pointing at his lips

❤︎ Sakura bolted out of his seat to run into the restroom as his friends all laughed at his sudden movement

❤︎ his face had a furious blush scattered across his cheeks as he spotted the mark on his lips

❤︎ he roughly scrubbed off the make up for about five minutes with water and a paper towel. jeez— who knew removing make up can be so hard?

❤︎ he yanked his phone out of his pocket to send you a message only to find that you already texted him one of your own

❤︎ your message read: hope you enjoyed your little surprised Haru <3

❤︎ why you little—

Hajime Umemiya ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ Umemiya was a different case, this man was so shameless it was actually hard to make him be embarrassed of anything

❤︎ so when Hiragi finally told him about the pink kiss stain on his cheek he didn’t have much of a reaction and continued the meeting as if he didn’t receive such information

❤︎ it was only after the meeting that he decided to wipe off the stain with the palm of his hand

❤︎ update: it didn’t work, he simply just smeared it around with that motion instead of it actually working

❤︎ he didn’t bother to remove it after that, he simply just shrugged and chuckled with a “i guess that’s that.” while Hiragi facepalmed

❤︎ since he couldn’t get it off the first time he just walked around the whole day with the smeared kiss mark on his cheek

❤︎ no one else really dared to point it out so he nearly forgot about it until he had seen you again and you let out a gasp

❤︎ it was safe to say that you were more embarrassed than he was as you began to apologize profusely

❤︎ “i’m so sorry Ume!! i didn’t see that on you before i left!” “it’s okay, i barely even noticed it.” is the only thing he’d say in response before leaning in for another kiss

❤︎ he never really learns, does he?

Hayato Suo ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ Suo was so suave and calm most of the time that it was hard to even imagine that he’d miss something like this

❤︎ you thought about all the ways you could catch him off guard just to see him not be able to smoothly charm his way out of things

❤︎ that’s when the idea came to you; to plant a kiss mark without him noticing. you did it while you hugged him goodbye so the mark landed on his jawline

❤︎ surprisingly enough no one actually realized he had the mark or even caught onto it. not even Nirei saw it despite standing the closest to him the whole day

❤︎ Suo eventually saw it once he saw himself in the mirror at the end of the day. you had left the mark around 8am just for him to barely notice it at 10pm—

❤︎ he almost missed it but then once he tilted his chin higher the mark became more visible

❤︎ he simply shrugged and snapped a photo of it to send it to you as he assumed it was an accident

❤︎ “hey love, i think you accidentally marked me XD” “YOU JUST REALIZED THAT?” “what you mean ‘just’? O.O” “nvm”

❤︎ he took another look at the mark and reconsidered the possibility of it being an accident. the only words he mumbled out was “how sneaky” before a small smile caught his lips

❤︎ he’ll definitely remember this as he plans to get you back another day

Akihiko Nirei ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ Nirei spends a lot of the time looking at himself in the mirror so he notices it pretty fast in comparison to all the other boys

❤︎ it’s hard to catch the man lacking when he spends a lot of the time looking at his outfits for hours. of course he notices every small detail about himself

❤︎ he was glad he caught it in time he most likely would’ve became a stammering mess if any of his friends had been the one to point it out

❤︎ at least he was glad until he realized he couldn’t get the product off

❤︎ he scrubbed and scrubbed but the make up was super strong. it wasn’t coming off even to save his life

❤︎ he unrelectuntaty had to go meet Sakura and Suo with the mark smeared around his lips

❤︎ Sakura noticed it immediately and asked “did you bust your lip??? who did that to you?” already getting ready to find whoever hurt his friend

❤︎ Sakura was a dimwit when it came to these things so he didn’t realize what it was and automatically assumed it was a busted lip

❤︎ Suo let out a sigh and chuckle to Sakura’s reaction since unlike him, Suo was fully aware of what it actually was

❤︎ despite knowing what it was Suo didn’t expose Nirei in the moment and left Sakura in the dark. however, that didn’t mean Nirei was safe. Suo was definitely going to bring this up again some other time

Kaji Ren ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ Ren was always careful about how his appearance looked like. not that he actually cared but mainly because he didn’t need anyone else catching onto what activities he may have been participating in with you

❤︎ he typically made sure he didn’t look disheveled before heading out but today was different since he was in a rush to get to a meeting

❤︎ he had gotten so carried away in his heated make out session with you that he didn’t have enough time to pamper himself and needed to run out the door

❤︎ his hair was a slight mess which he was able to easily fix with his hands as he smoothed out the mess before seeing Hiragi

❤︎ Hiragi quirked an eyebrow up while letting out the smallest smirk. it was so fast Ren almost missed it. keyword: almost.

❤︎ “what’s that face for?” Ren immediately put up a defensive tone. “nothing, just seems like you been having a lot of fun.” Hiragi teased before yanking on Ren’s collar to expose the red mark on it

❤︎ Ren’s face slightly dropped before pulling himself back together. he shoved the collar of his shirt into his hoodie trying to hide it while mumbling the quickest lie he could think of.

❤︎ “i got into a fight before getting here… must be some old blood” “oh yeah, it must be in that case.” Hiragi sarcastically responded sparing his friend the embarrassment

Toma Hiragi ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ his whole group of underclassmen were on his ass as soon as they all spotted the mark on his neck

❤︎ he cursed the day he was born before taking some medication for all the headaches they were giving him that day

❤︎ “tsk. kids. you wouldn’t understand, none of you can even get a partner if you tried.” is the he only thing he would tell them if they continued to pry into getting him to say how he got the mark

❤︎ of course that response gathered an uproar from the kiddos as they took the insult to the heart. some hurt because they knew it was true with their lack of flirting skills

❤︎ the teasing got so bad even Umemiya had to tell them to back off after some time, knowing how stressed and overwhelmed Hiragi can get

❤︎ definitely not one of his most finest days but didn’t dread on it for long since things happen

❤︎ you were very apologetic once you heard about the day he had from others

❤︎ “i’m so sorry Toma!” you’d embrace him in a hug while nonstop apologizing

❤︎ unfortunately for you, your boyfriend could be quite a tease at times so a smirk made its way up to his lips before saying “it’s okay, maybe you can make it up to me by leaving me another?”

Jo Togame ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ it took Togame the longest to realize the kiss stain on his shirt out of all the boys

❤︎ due to his previous reputation, no one knew whether or not they should point it out. they weren’t too fond of the idea of getting beat up by the giant man so no one told him anything

❤︎ the only one who finally pointed it out was Choji as he asked why Jo had a chocolate stain on his shirt (you had been wearing a brown nude shade of lipstick which is why Choji mistakes it for chocolate)

❤︎ “huh? i didn’t eat chocolate today.” Togame would respond confusedly to his short friend while pulling on his shirt to find the stain

❤︎ “oh, then what is it?” Choji was genuinely intrigued by the conversation now as he wanted a response.

❤︎ Jo’s face turned a small shade of light pink remembering the prior events that occurred earlier that day

❤︎ “…nevermind. it’s chocolate. i just forgot i had some before coming here.” lies

❤︎ despite how bold Togame can be he most definitely did not want to have that talk with his longest friend

❤︎ Choji gave his friend a look that read ‘seriously?’ which Togame decided to ignore. he had bigger things to deal with… like finding you and getting more kisses

[shxykesqueer]

🚨SKELETOUR MANCHESTER SPOILERS🚨

Okay this is just random sort of points that I remember:

Rain had a wimple

Swiss had a wimple

The ghoul outfits looked AWESOME they did not look cheap or anything

Papas hair is so poofy

During Rats he did a little “no☝️no ☝️no ☝️no” and I loved it

Papa humped the stairs during Mummy Dust

SPIRIT

Papa got lifted up into the air on a little platform in his big ass papal robes and he looked like a pretty barbie princess it was magical

I did not see much of the new ghoulette because of where I was sitting - in that vein I like the name Haze because I’m going to pretend she’s a sneaky misty spirit

One of Papa’s outfits was a Cardi-esque cassock with a SPINE TAIL

HUGE grucifix on the ceiling

Mountain cam

THE BACKDROPS WERE SO AMAZING so animated and so beautiful

So much fire

You guys are NOT ready to see not just Papa smiling, but Papa smiling MID SONG when the crowd sang along

Idk if this is a Tobias thing or a singing technique thing, but he makes a little ‘o’ shape with his mouth in between lyrics

No bat wings BUT we got the evil knievel jumpsuit

Cowbell Swiss

I cried a whole bunch. During future is a foreign land, he is, and when cirrus did her Mummy Dust solo because I guess I am that whipped for her

I disagree with people saying V is very gremliny- I thought he was very sweet!

[princessbrunette]

sometimes, bunny!reader had very little self awareness. even less when she was with rafe.

you’re at the nail salon, waiting for the lady that worked there to fetch the card machine so rafe could pay for the mani pedi you just received. he’d been running errands all day, but had made that little window of time so he could pick you up and pay for you himself — he was thoughtful like that, for you anyway.

“taking her time, jesus.” rafe complains under his breath, hands stuffed in his pockets as he looks around the salon, straight faced. you tsk, gently smacking the arm of his that you clung to.

“they’re having a busy day, rafey! don’t be rude.” you inform through a glossy pout, adjusting your grip on him when he shrugs carelessly.

“yeah well, i got shit to do. what time is it, anyway?”

you lift your phone, tapping the screen with one taloned nail to awaken it. rafe looks over your shoulder too, like he subconsciously didn’t even trust you to tell him the right time. sometimes you did that, telling him it was earlier than it was when he’d ask so that he’d spend longer with you, thinking he had more time. whilst you were on the well behaved side, it was one of your more sneaky habits.

however, the kook boys attention is stolen from the clock at the top of your screen nearly immediately when you carelessly display his own dick on the lockscreen. the worst part is how you’re not even trying to hide it, practically waving it around for the salon to see. you turn the screen towards him, bracelets jangling as you shake the screen a little.

“see, m’not lying about the time toda—”

rafe snatches the phone from your hand, wide eyed as he glances around. “the hell is this, huh? why is my dick your lockscreen? don’t need people seein’ what i’m working with kid, jesus— change that shit. now.” he scolds and you pout.

“but, daddy i like seeing it.” you put on the innocent act— one you do all too well as you bat your eyelashes up at him, clasping your freshly manicured hands at your front, thinking the ‘daddy’ nickname will win you some points.

“do you like sitting down? ‘cos you’re not gonna be able to do that either if you start talkin’ back. change it.”

you stare him down for a second, resisting a foot thump before yielding, sulkily taking your phone back and opening up your camera roll to find a better picture to use as your lockscreen.

“good. play stupid games win stupid prizes alright i don’t need you parading my—” his lecture his cut short by the salon assistant returning, asking if he’d like to pay with cash or card.

you continue to sulk once you’re in the passenger seat to his car, choosing to inspect your nails over interacting with him. as he concentrates on pulling out of his spot, he glances at you quickly. “hey, cheer up.” it’s more of a command and your pout only deepens.

“i liked my lockscreen rafey. i changed it because i missed you.”

surprisingly, he huffs out a quiet laugh.

“and — and a picture of just me wouldn’t have sufficed? nah, you missed my dick.” he shakes his head, squinting out at the road ahead.

“missed both.” its quiet, but he hears anyway— glancing at you once more.

“yeah? well guess where we’re headed now?”

your interest is piqued and you peer over at him, eyeing the handsome cameron.

“home. so once again, you’re gettin’ what you want. so… so stop looking so heartbroken, alright? you’ll get your fix.”

like that, all is forgotten, leaning over the console to smear a glossy kiss to his cheek and grab him through his pants — usual behaviour back in tact.

[wonderjanga]

Sneaky

Despite the fact Marvel is huge, the big man is surprisingly quiet.

Batman: *working on at the Batcomputer in the Batcave*

Marvel: “Mr. Batman Sir?”

Batman: *nearly jumped out of his own skin before realizing it’s just Marvel* “Captain, why are you in the Batcave?” *sounds so tired*

Marvel: “Well, I needed your help with something, and I thought I might as well just go to you directly.”

Batman. “Mhm… and this couldn’t have just waited until I came to the Watchtower?” *silently cursing himself out for letting Marvel know the location of the cave*

Marvel: “Well no. It’s important.”

Batman: *sighs* “Well what is it?”

Marvel: “Uhm… If I wanted to beat a child, how would I go about doing that without actually beating the child?”

Batman: *slowly blinks at him* “What.”

After a lot of concern and confusion on Bruce’s side, he finally got that Marvel was just asking how to discipline a child. As for why he worded that the way he did? Bruce will never know.

Marvel: *bright ahh smile* “Thanks a lot, Mr. Batman Sir!”

Batman: *slightly blinded* “It’s not a problem. I’m glad you came to me with this. If you asked that to anyone else…” *doesn’t wanna think about the consequences of that happening* “By the way, how did you get into the Batcave without setting off any of its security systems?”

Marvel: *shrugs* “I just walked through the cave tunnels to get here.”

Batman. “And you somehow managed to do that without setting off a single alarm?”

Marvel: “What? Like it’s hard?”

Batman: “Hn.” *a little offended because he prides himself on his security*

or

Canary, Batman, GA: *all on a stealth mission*

Marvel: *also here for some reason*

Batman: *looks to GA and Black Canary* “You two, go around back.”

GA and Canary: *nod heads*

Batman: “I’ll go from above, and Marvel? You go from the front.”

Marvel: “Yes sir.” *just happy to be there*

GA: *sounds unsure* “Wait, B, are you sure about this? I mean no offense, but the big guy doesn’t exactly scream stealthy.”

Marvel: “I’m plenty stealthy.” *whisper yells*

GA: “Yeah sure, bud.”

Marvel: “But I totally am!”

Canary: “How about the both of you stop arguing so we can get this over with?”

Marvel and GA: “Yes, ma’am.”

Batman and Canary: *jump off to their positions*

GA: *looks over to Marvel* “I’ll bet you a cheeseburger that you’ll get us caught.”

Marvel: “Make it six cheeseburgers and you have a deal.”

GA: “Done.”

They shook hands on it.

Billy likes to think he’s stealthed pretty well on that mission. Green Arrow can say whatever he wants, but he still got his cheeseburgers. One for him and every single other Vazquez kid.

Also, at some point, Marvel sneaking up on people and scaring them shit out of them became so much of a problem that they actually tied a bell around his neck like he was a cat.

Marvel: *walks by, the bell jingling*

GL: *watches him and is extremely confused* “What is that about?”

Flash: “Huh? Oh well, you know how Marvel goes around accidentally scaring the shit out of people because somehow no one notices him?”

GL: “Yeah?”

Flash: “Yeah, well the bell’s so we can tell where he is and not get scared.”

GL: “Ooooh. Isn’t that a little embarrassing though?”

Flash: “I guess.” *shrugs* “But he doesn’t really seem to have much of a problem with it.”

Marvel: “You guys talking about me?”

GL and Flash: *both scream*

Flash: “Dude! How’d you do that?! You have the flipping bell around your neck??”

Marvel: “You didn’t hear me?”

GL: “No!???”

It was safe to say the bell didn’t really work that well.

[unabashegirl]

Love Island — part 3

AU. Based on the TV show.

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The couples began to drift off into quiet conversations around the villa, but Tom stayed rooted to his spot, his fists clenched as he watched Harry and Y/N exchange glances. Beside him, his friend Lucas, a tall, lean guy with sandy blond hair, noticed the tension and nudged him.

"Mate, you alright?" Lucas asked, voice low so the others wouldn’t overhear.

Tom exhaled sharply, his gaze still fixed in Harry’s direction. "Not really, no."

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Didn’t think it’d bother you this much. You two weren’t exactly, you know… Romeo and Juliet."

Tom scoffed, shaking his head. "It’s not like that. It’s just—I thought we were solid enough to stick it out a bit longer, you know? This is barely the second week and she’s already runnin' off with Harry."

Lucas gave him a sympathetic look. “Can’t blame her too much. You said yourself you weren’t feeling that spark with her.”

“Yeah, but…” Tom struggled to find the right words. “It’s just a kick in the teeth, that’s all. Feels like I’m bein’ made a mug of.”

Lucas patted him on the shoulder. "Look, you’ve still got options. The girls are already buzzing about you—Layla’s practically been eyeing you since the first day. And don’t forget Max and Callum, they’ve got your back too.”

Tom’s jaw tightened as he looked around, catching Max and Callum’s sympathetic glances from across the pit, while Jamie joined their little group, clapping Tom on the back. "Forget it, Tom," Jamie said. "This whole thing's a game, right? Y/N's just playing it. Tomorrow, find a way to play back."

Tom forced a smile, trying to brush it off. "Yeah, maybe. Guess we’ll see."

As the boys exchanged a few more quiet words, the rest of the villa settled into their new dynamics, unaware of the brewing tension that would no doubt play out with even more intensity in the days to come.

“Ah, the sweet sting of rejection,” the narrator's voice chimed in with a touch of mischief as the camera panned over Tom’s tense expression. “Looks like not everyone’s feeling quite as ‘coupled up’ as they were this morning. But hey, this is Love Island—where loyalties change as quickly as the cocktails get poured.”

“With Tom stewing by the fire pit and Harry sharing stolen glances with Y/N, it’s safe to say we’ve got ourselves a love triangle in the making. So, who’s playing the game? And who’s about to get played? Only time will tell… and maybe a few sneaky chats by the pool tomorrow.”

As the night settled in and the villa quieted down, Y/N and Chloe slipped away from the others and made their way into the dressing room, heels clicking softly on the tile floor. Chloe nudged her with a cheeky grin as they reached the mirrors, settling in front of them with makeup bags and brushes scattered around.

“Alright, spill it,” Chloe whispered, eyes sparkling. “What’s going on with you and Harry?”

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Chloe raised a brow, smirking. “Please, everyone saw the way he was looking at you during the recoupling. You’re both already causing a stir, you know.”

Y/N’s cheeks warmed, and she bit her lip, trying to play it cool. “Look, Harry’s… well, he’s a bit different, isn’t he? There’s this energy about him—it’s easy to talk to him. He makes you feel like the only person in the room.”

“Mm, dangerous.” Chloe teased, reapplying a bit of lip gloss. “So, does that mean you’re done with Tom?”

Y/N sighed, leaning on the counter. “I think I am. Tom’s sweet, but it just feels too… comfortable, you know? And then there’s Harry. I just don’t know where it’ll go. But it’s Love Island, right? I’ve got to see what happens.”

Chloe nodded thoughtfully, nudging Y/N with her shoulder. “Fair enough. Just don’t let Georgia or Lila get in your head—they’ll be on him like hawks.”

Y/N laughed, brushing it off, but there was a hint of nerves behind her smile. “I know”.

t’s the end of a long day in the villa, and with the recoupling finally done, couples are settling into bed—some with more excitement than others. Y/N and Harry, freshly paired up and very much the center of attention after Harry’s bold choice, head to the bedroom together, laughter and nervous smiles exchanged between them.

They climb into bed, adjusting the duvet and settling in. The tension is thick, a mix of nerves and excitement crackling between them as they lie shoulder to shoulder. Harry glances over at Y/N, a cheeky smile tugging at his lips.

“Quite a day, yeah?” he murmurs, turning to face her a bit more, his hand resting between them on the duvet.

Y/N grins, brushing a bit of hair behind her ear as she looks back at him. “Yeah, wasn’t expecting that.” She pauses, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Didn’t think you’d pick me.”

Harry chuckles, his eyes meeting hers in the low light. “You’re surprised? Really?” he asks, feigning shock. “Couldn’t you tell?”

“I mean…” she shrugs, but her smile widens. “Maybe a little. But you’ve got the whole villa talking now, you know. Even Georgia was making claims.”

“Oh, I’m aware,” he says, rolling his eyes with a grin. “But I’m here, aren’t I?” He leans a little closer, their faces only inches apart. “Thought it was obvious I wanted to get to know you. Really get to know you.”

They share a charged look, each of them feeling the spark in the small space between them. Y/N’s pulse quickens, but she keeps her cool, meeting his gaze with confidence.

“Alright,” she teases. “Let’s see if you’re as smooth as you think you are.”

Harry laughs, playfully nudging her shoulder before leaning back. “Careful, or I’ll start showing off,” he whispers. Then he lets the moment settle, his hand gently resting near hers under the duvet, their fingers almost brushing.

They lie in companionable silence for a moment, each of them acutely aware of the other’s presence, as the lights dim throughout the villa.

The narrator’s voice floats in, a knowing chuckle evident.

“It looks like our newly-minted couple are starting to find their rhythm… but this is Love Island, after all, and things never stay simple for long. With Y/N catching Harry’s attention, will sparks fly, or will rivalries start brewing? Get ready for some sleepless nights and see who’s getting closer... and who’s getting jealous.”

As the morning sun rises over the villa, Y/N is the first to stir, carefully slipping out from under Harry’s arm as he sleeps soundly beside her. She lets a small smile escape as she notices his relaxed expression, feeling a flutter of excitement as she heads to the kitchen to make herself a smoothie. The villa is peaceful, the calm before the inevitable storm of another day.

Taking her smoothie out to the sun deck, Y/N settles in with her book, enjoying the quiet moment alone. She relishes the warmth of the morning sun and the rare stillness in the villa, her mind drifting back to the night before, replaying the feeling of Harry’s arm around her as they fell asleep.

Half an hour later, the villa begins to come alive. She can hear voices and laughter drifting over from the bedrooms, and soon enough, footsteps approach her.

“Y/N,” Tom’s voice cuts through her quiet time. She looks up to see him standing beside her, his expression intense.

“Oh, morning, Tom,” she greets, setting her book down and bracing herself for what she knows is coming. His brows are furrowed, and it’s clear he’s got something on his mind.

“Do you mind if we have a chat?” he asks, hands on his hips as he stares down at her.

She gives a small nod, gesturing for him to sit. “Sure, let’s talk.”

Tom sits beside her, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, looking almost nervously at the floor before meeting her eyes. "Listen, Y/N, I’ve just got to ask… after last night, where’s your head at?” He exhales, clearly unsettled. “I mean, after Harry chose you like that, I just… I need to know where we stand.”

Y/N pauses, feeling the weight of his gaze on her. “Tom…” she starts carefully, gathering her thoughts. “I won’t lie, things are a bit… complicated now.” She sighs. “Last night didn’t exactly go as expected.”

Tom shifts, swallowing, but nodding, his jaw set. “So… are you still interested? Or are you moving on?”

She looks at him, appreciating his honesty but feeling the awkwardness of the situation. “I’m just figuring it out, you know? I think we owe it to ourselves to see how things feel with other people too. That’s kind of the point, isn’t it?”

Tom’s expression shifts, his eyes narrowing as he processes her words. His posture straightens, and he crosses his arms, clearly frustrated.

“Wait—so that’s it? You’re just… seeing how things feel with other people now?” he asks, his tone edging into anger. “After everything we’ve been building? Just because Harry waltzes in, you’re ready to throw it all away?”

Y/N lets out a small sigh, trying to keep her voice steady. “Tom, it’s not about throwing anything away. We both came here to meet people, right? I thought we were on the same page.”

Tom scoffs, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, but I didn’t expect you to just… drift off the second someone else showed interest.” His voice rises slightly, his frustration boiling over. “Feels like I’ve been wasting my time if you’re just going to move on that easily.”

“Tom, I’m not just moving on,” she says, trying to keep her tone calm despite his anger. “We’re meant to be exploring connections here. That doesn’t mean what we had wasn’t real. It just means… I have to be open to the process.”

Tom shakes his head, his jaw clenched. “Open to the process? Sounds like an excuse. You know what? I’m not buying it.” He stands up, his face flushed with anger as he glares down at her. “Maybe I should’ve seen this coming. Maybe you’re just like everyone else here, out for yourself.”

Y/N flinches at his words, feeling the sting, but before she can respond, Tom turns on his heel and storms off, leaving her alone on the sun deck, her peaceful morning now shattered.

“Looks like Y/N’s got her work cut out for her, and with Tom on edge, it’s only a matter of time before the villa feels the heat. Will Y/N be able to smooth things over, or has Tom’s fuse finally burnt out?”

Y/N’s gaze follows Tom as he strides toward the kitchen, his jaw tight, shoulders tense. Harry, blissfully unaware, is busy preparing two cups of tea, one for himself and other, for Y/N. He’s humming softly, a faint smile playing on his lips—clearly in a good mood.

Tom approaches him with an air of simmering frustration and barely contained irritation. Without missing a beat, he nods at the extra cup in Harry’s hand.

“That’s for her, isn’t it?” Tom says, his tone sharper than usual.

Harry glances up, his brow lifting in mild surprise at Tom’s confrontational tone. “Yeah, it is,” he replies, unfazed, as he continues stirring the tea. “Why?”

Tom huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “Just didn’t peg you as the type to swoop in the second someone’s available.”

Harry’s smile falters, and he sets the spoon down, giving Tom his full attention. “I don’t think I’m swooping in, mate,” he says, his tone calm but with a slight edge. “We’re here to see if there’s something there, yeah? Same as everyone else.”

“Right, of course,” Tom says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “But she and I were building something. And now, you’re what? Just gonna step in and see if you can do better?”

Harry’s jaw clenches for a second, but he keeps his voice steady. “Look, Tom, I didn’t come here to cause any issues. I’ve got to trust that Y/N knows what she wants. So if she’s interested… well, that’s her choice, isn’t it?”

Tom’s eyes narrow, the frustration boiling over. “Choice? Yeah, well, maybe I think it’s a bit easy to make that choice when you’ve got someone like you throwing yourself at her.”

Harry’s eyes flash, but he remains composed, taking a calming breath. “Listen, mate,” he says, his voice quiet but firm. “I’m not throwing myself at anyone. I respect Y/N, and if she wants to spend time with me, I’m not going to stop her. Simple as that.”

There’s a tense silence between them, each refusing to look away.

“Ooh, trouble in paradise! It seems Tom’s feeling a bit threatened by our new islander, and let’s just say Harry’s not exactly backing down. With two guys eyeing the same girl, it looks like sparks are set to fly—just not the romantic kind.”

As Tom’s frustration starts to draw even more attention, Lucas steps in, placing a firm hand on Tom’s shoulder. “Mate, c’mon,” he says, guiding him away from the kitchen. “Let’s get some air, yeah? Cool off a bit.”

Tom clenches his jaw, but after a beat, he allows himself to be led away, shooting one last glare in Harry’s direction. As the two disappear toward the sun deck, Harry lets out a quiet sigh and turns his attention back to the tea he was making. Just then, Y/N approaches, having seen most of what transpired from across the villa.

“Hey,” she says softly, offering him a small, apologetic smile as she glances in the direction Tom had gone.

Harry hands her the cup he prepared, his expression softening the moment he looks at her. “Morning,” he says, a little smile creeping back. “Here, thought you could use a good cup of tea after… all that.”

Y/N takes the cup gratefully, blowing on it before taking a sip. “Thanks. And… sorry about that,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “Tom’s just… well, he’s been feeling a bit blindsided, I think.”

Harry gives a little nod, leaning against the counter and watching her. “No need to apologize,” he says gently. “It’s not your fault if he’s upset. Besides, it’s not like you owe anyone anything here.”

Y/N gives a soft, contemplative nod, her fingers tracing the rim of her cup. “Yeah, I know. It’s just—Tom’s comfortable, you know? He’s a nice guy… but I’m not sure there’s anything beyond that.”

“Doesn’t sound like you’re too sure,” Harry says, a hint of a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Just a little comfortable, is he?”

She chuckles, shrugging lightly. “Maybe too comfortable. There’s no spark, no real excitement.” Her gaze lifts to meet his, and for a moment, they both linger in the silence. “With you, though,” she starts, feeling her cheeks warm a little, “I think I do feel something… different.”

Harry’s grin widens, his gaze locked on her with unmistakable interest. “Is that right?” he says, his voice soft and low. “Glad I’m not the only one, then.”

She bites her lip, glancing down for a second before looking back at him. “Guess we’ll have to see where it goes, won’t we?”

Harry takes a small step closer, his voice dropping even lower. “I’d like that.” His hand lingers by hers, almost touching but not quite, as if savoring the tension between them.

“Looks like the tea’s not the only thing heating up this morning! With Tom sidelined and sparks flying between Y/N and Harry, it seems our villa’s newest couple might just be on the verge of something big. Stay tuned, because in here, anything can happen…”

Y/N takes a slow sip of her tea, glancing up at Harry with a slightly nervous smile. "So," she begins, setting her cup down on the counter. "What made you come here? To Love Island, I mean."

Harry leans back, crossing his arms as he thinks about her question. “Guess I just thought it’d be a bit of a laugh, to be honest.” He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. “Never done anything like this before. My sister convinced me, actually—said I needed to do something that’d take me out of my comfort zone.”

Y/N smiles, intrigued. “So what is your comfort zone, then?”

He smirks, thinking. “You know, work, mates, a good pint at the local…” He pauses, his gaze softening. “I guess I don’t usually put myself out there, especially with relationships. I’m… guarded, I s’pose. I don’t let people in that easily.”

She nods, understanding. “I get that. It’s hard to open up, especially when you’ve been hurt before.”

Harry’s eyes meet hers, something vulnerable in his gaze. “Yeah, it is. That ever happen to you?”

She hesitates, looking down at her cup. “Yeah,” she says softly. “Had one or two of those, too. I’ve always felt that… if I’m gonna be with someone, I want it to be all-in, you know? Like, I don’t want to waste time on half-hearted feelings.”

“Exactly,” he replies, his voice steady. “That’s it for me, too. People are so casual these days, like everything’s disposable. But I want someone who actually wants to be there, through all of it.”

Y/N looks up at him, feeling the intensity of his words sink in. “I didn’t expect you to say that.”

“What? Thought I was just here for a holiday fling?” he teases, a grin breaking through the serious moment.

She laughs, shaking her head. “Not exactly. But it’s nice… to see you’re after something real.”

Harry tilts his head, studying her. “What about you? Is there anything you’re hoping to find here?”

She takes a deep breath, then nods slowly. “Yeah, I think there is.” She looks away for a second, gathering her thoughts. “I’ve spent so much time focused on what everyone else wants from me, you know? And I think… maybe it’s time to figure out what I actually want.”

Harry’s hand rests on the edge of the counter, close enough that she can feel his presence. “ It’s like, everyone has expectations. Sometimes, you just want a clean slate, a chance to be yourself.”

They hold each other’s gaze, the air thick with something unspoken. Harry leans in just slightly, his voice a soft murmur. “I reckon we’re both looking for that spark, then. Something that feels real… not just ‘comfortable.’”

Y/N swallows, her cheeks warm. “Seems like we’re on the same page.” Her smile turns playful as she raises her eyebrows. “Guess that means you’ll have to impress me, though.”

Harry laughs, eyes twinkling. “Oh, I’ve got my work cut out for me, have I? No pressure, then.”

They share a laugh, but beneath the humor, there’s a sense of understanding, a spark that neither of them can deny.

The girls gathered on the sun loungers, sipping their drinks and chatting about the day’s events. Georgia, with her sharp gaze fixed on Harry and Y/N across the yard, leaned in closer to Lila and Amber, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Look at them, all cozy and sweet over there,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Can you believe it? Y/N really thinks she’s won the jackpot, doesn’t she?”

Lila squinted towards the couple, where Harry and Y/N shared a laugh, the sunlight catching Y/N’s hair. “They do look a bit... comfortable, don’t they?”

Georgia scoffed. “Comfortable? More like she’s turned him into her little puppet. I mean, really—what does she even have?’

Amber leaned back on her lounger, a smirk forming on her lips. “You’re just jealous, Georgia. You’ve made it pretty clear you’re interested in Harry too.”

“Jealous? Please,” Georgia shot back, crossing her arms. “I wouldn’t waste my time on someone who’s already taken. It’s pathetic. She’s just playing the sympathy card”.

Lila shook her head, frowning slightly. “That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think? She is nice.”

Georgia raised an eyebrow, her tone dismissive. “Nice doesn’t get you anywhere in here, Lila. Nice girls finish last. Harry deserves someone who’s actually worth his time, not some sad little backstory.”

Amber leaned forward, intrigued. “What’s the real issue here, Georgia? Is it just about Harry, or do you feel threatened by Y/N?”

Georgia’s expression hardened. “I’m not threatened. I just don’t think she belongs here. She’s too soft. This is Love Island, not a charity case. And let’s be real, Tom was way better suited for her. But she just had to run off with Harry, didn’t she?”

Lila shook her head, glancing between Georgia and Amber. “But that’s how this whole thing works, right? If there’s a connection, you go for it. It’s not her fault Tom couldn’t keep her interested.”

Georgia huffed. “Whatever. I just think it’s weak. And I’m not going to sit here and pretend I’m happy for her when she’s clearly trying to stake her claim on Harry like it’s some kind of prize.”

Amber raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “So, what’s your plan? Just sit here and sulk while they flirt?”

Georgia smirked, the corners of her lips curling in mischief. “Oh, don’t worry. I have a few tricks up my sleeve. I’m not done just yet. I’ll make sure Harry knows exactly what he’s missing. And if that means shaking things up a bit, so be it.”

Ah, the sweet scent of jealousy in the morning! Someone get Georgia a mirror—she clearly needs a reality check!

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-> part 4

[gnaisanty]

GOING PUBLIC - JUNG HOSEOK / J-HOPE X Y/N

( IDOL AU ) HOSEOK X Y/N

The first person he told was Namjoon.

Which made sense, really. If BTS were a solar system, Namjoon was the sun—calm, constant, thoughtful. Hoseok said he wanted someone who would listen without freaking out or telling him he’d lost his mind.

He came back from their conversation with a quiet smile and his hand warm in mine.

“What did he say?” I asked.

Hoseok leaned against the wall beside my kitchen window. “He said, ‘It’s about time.’”

I blinked. “He knew?”

He laughed softly. “Apparently, I’m not as sneaky as I thought.”

The next day, he told the others.

Jin teased him mercilessly, of course. Taehyung said he’d guessed it too—because “you talk about her like she’s a lyric you haven’t written yet.” Yoongi just grunted and said, “Don’t mess it up.”

Jungkook looked at me when we met and said, “You make him calm. That’s good.”

It wasn’t an announcement or a dramatic moment—it was just… shared. Accepted.

Real.

But going public to the fans? That was another beast entirely.

The idea came from him.

“I want to do it in my words,” he said one night, head resting in my lap as we sat on my balcony. “Not some cold PR statement. Just me. Talking.”

I threaded my fingers through his hair. “Are you sure?”

“I’m not sure of anything these days,” he said. “Except you.”

And just like that, we had a plan.

He filmed a video late at night in his studio. No makeup, no script. Just him, sitting cross-legged on the couch, speaking directly to the camera.

"Hi, ARMY. It’s your sunshine. There’s something I want to tell you—not as J-Hope, but as Hoseok..."

He kept it short. Honest. Warm.

He didn’t mention my name, but he didn’t have to.

"I’ve met someone who makes me laugh when I’m tired, feel steady when I’m overwhelmed, and reminds me that being human is the best part of all of this. I’m grateful to have her in my life."

He paused then, smiling that soft, private smile that only I really knew.

"I hope you’ll support me like you always have. I love you. Thank you."

He posted it late at night and then turned off his phone.

I did the same.

We lay in bed, facing each other in the dark, hearts pounding.

“What if they hate me?” I whispered.

“They won’t.”

“How do you know?”

He touched my cheek. “Because they love me. And I love you.”

The next morning, we woke up to a miracle.

The internet had not imploded.

Sure, there were some trolls. There always are. But the hashtag #WeLoveYouHobi trended worldwide for twelve hours straight. Fans posted messages filled with love, respect, and—shockingly—joy.

Many wrote things like:

“He deserves to be happy.” “If she makes him feel safe, then she’s already family.” “Our sunshine finally has someone to light up for.”

I read until tears blurred my vision.

Hoseok held me, arms wrapped around me from behind as we scrolled together.

He kissed my temple. “See? They don’t hate you.”

I turned to him, a grin spreading across my face. “They kind of love me.”

He laughed. “Get in line. I loved you first.”

That night, we posted a photo on his account—just our hands intertwined on a table, a coffee cup beside them.

No caption. No tags.

It didn’t need any.

It was quiet.

It was brave.

It was ours.

[eml0tz]

Pretty kitty 🐾

a/n: okay.. so.. I haven’t posted in forever and now I’ve changed who I write for…. So now I’m obsessed with Logan thank you!! And now not a lot of people at writing for him, so I’ve decided to take a stand and write for him, my writing is probably very shit say what you want. AND PLEASE GIVE ME IDEAS AGHHH

I’m not reading it until I’m horny because I wrote this whole thing then it wouldnt let me save it then I had to restart the app AND IT GOT RID OF IT SO IM SORRY BUT I CANT

WARNINGS: belly bulge, breeding kink, reader didn’t consent verbally but she wants it! Humiliation? I guess not rlly lmk if I miss anything

SMUT UNDER CUT

When Wade invited Logan to live in a cramped apartment with the knowledge of Althea, Wade and now him and a dog living there it seemed to be too much and too small for him, but when Wade mentioned ‘pet sitting’ he thought I would be the ugly dog wade decided to bring back with him.

That was until he saw you curled up in a ball on the couch, Wade had told him about you, that you were a cat mutant and that you had instincts like him, Logan already knew wade didn’t need to tell him.

But what Logan didn’t know was the instincts just made you more cat-like, like Logan’s made him violent, confused or even feral, but no, you were playful, curious, sneaky, more of a night owl, and non verbal.

Today was a day where wade had ‘forced’ Logan to ‘pet-sit’ you.

He was sitting on the couch his arm over the back of it as he channel surfed, he started to wonder where you had scrambled off to, and since wade had told him that your instincts were at max today

He clicked his tongue as he let out a low whistle

“Pss, kitty” he called for you in his gravelly voice as he quirked an eyebrow looking around the apartment

He heard a few crashes as you ran around the apartment scaring the dog on the way he let out a low chuckled watching you darted around before jumping up onto the couch next to him.

He saw what wade was talking about how you could see what state you were in, your pupils were dilated basically pitch black except for the sliver of iris around the edge

“Hey kitty” he said as he chuckled lowly

You mewled sitting in his lap rubbing your head against his chest, he ran his hand down your back, you arched into his touch causing him to chuckle lowly

Just before he realised, a sweet smell hit him as-well as your dark eyes as your silky tail swaying in the air

Heat.

He wasn’t mad, hell no, he was glad, he was happy that he wasnt the only one with these urges and he was happy that he was the one who could help you, he might have a soft spot for you but he wouldn’t admit it

“Hey, kitty? Are you in.. heat?” He hesitantly asked, cautious of how you may act if he knew

You mewled rubbing your head against his as your tail swayed

He watched you as he thought

“Would you like me to help you bub?” He asked, he was already worked up by your sweet smell his boner rubbing against his jeans

You mewled loudly pawing at his chest as your tail swayed quicker

He chuckled as he removed his throbbing cock out of his jeans and boxers

You stared at him, his tip red and angry as his cock spat out pre cum from the slit, it was girthy and long

He smirked slightly as he helped remove your shirt and panties in one go you lifted your hips to help him

He held your hips moving you to hover over his cock, he stared at your glistening pussy as he lined himself up to your entrance.

Logan let out a sharp exhale as you sunk your tight pussy onto his cock, you moaned loudly squirming on his lap

He groaned lowly at her movements, he didn’t catch something in the corner of his eye as you moved, your lower stomach showed how big he was, his cock was basically bulging out of your lower abdomen, before you could do anything he pushed against the bulge as he set a brutal pace up into your pussy

You moaned loudly as you pushed your hips down onto his, he let out a low moan as you moved

It was rough, raw, intense, and passionate, two animals fucking like it was the end of the world

Although your loud moan interrupted you both of your from your pleasure, he understood why you were so loud when he felt your wet pussy flutter around him, he held onto your hips pulling you back down onto his cock your pussy spasming around him before she gushed around him

She collapsed onto him hearing her juices splash onto Logan, the couch and the wooden floor

You both moaned as you panted holding onto Logan as you trembled from your high, the sounds of your loud, quick breaths drowned out the noise of wade coming home

Logan moaned pulling your hips down onto his as he thrusted up filling your sweet pussy with his cum, his cock throbbing as he spurted his release into your hole

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Wade..

[landososcar]

lover ; LN4

pairing(s) ; lando norris x swiftie!reader

summary ; in which y/n just wants to post pictures of her boyfriend, not expecting people to get the wrong idea

warnings ; smau, lots of fluff

note ; its 3am and i didn’t want to sleep til i finished this so idk what mistakes there probably is lmao😭 also just pretend the twitter stuff says 2024 i cba changing it all

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yourusename yeah ok mr nando lorris

nando4lorris you’re supposed to be on my side wtf

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user3 i’m confused someone explain

user4 babe everyone’s confused

user5 wait so is this carlos’ gf or not

user6 idk who you are but you’re hot as fuck

user7 ok i swear i’ve seen carlos wear that top in the 4th pic before

user8 yeah i think i’ve seen lando wearing it too tho

user9 but lando isn’t in this girls likes and comments

nando4lorris yeah guys you’re right she’s gotta be carlos’ girlfriend

yourusername nando4lorris fuck off i hate you so much 😭😭😭😭😭

user10 ????????

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user1 crying because lando liked on his main AND his burner (confirmed)

yourusername p.s. the tag in these pics is for PHOTO CREDS 😁

user2 LMFAOOO HER COMMENT

user3 girl said my mans is NOT carlos sainz jr🙅‍♀️

user4 i have so much to say

user5 the taylor love lyrics, the orange heart emoji, the flowers, the ladybugs, THE CAT CARDIGAN

user6 i think i would die for her

nando4lorris 🧡🧡

yourusername 🥰

carlossainz55 i thought you guys were still trying to be sneaky

yourusername carlos you’re the one making it hard to be sneaky

user7 oh it’s so lando

carlossainz55 oh well it’s been 4 years everyone already knew

user8 ITS BEEN WHAT JEHFKSKKS ????????

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user2 FIVEEEEE SUMMERS????? EVEN MORE THAN CARLOS SAID !/?;&2!@:9(

carlossainz55 i’m sorry i just guessed how many years because i didn’t know exactly just that its been a long long time

yourusername it’s ok carlos you were close

user3 SHES BEEN TO RACES AND NO ONES EVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT HER OH MY GOD

maxverstappen1 finally mate

oscarpiastri wooo secrets out 🥳

user4 he used a taylor lyric for the caption im gonna be sick

user5 if you zoom in on the second pic you can actually see me drowning myself in the background

ciscanorris1 💓💓

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user6 wait i don’t have twitter can someone explain

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landonorris i love you more than you love taylor swift🥰

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landonorris no sorry you’re right

user8 when he understands that ones love for taylor is never beaten >>>>>

user9 i need them biblically

user10 i still don’t understand how they hid her for 5 years lmfaoooo

user11 yourusername ok y/n but did he take you to the eras tour

yourusername he got us tickets for a uk show later this year 🥰🥰

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Matchmaker

Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

Summary: After meeting Charles for the first time, Lando is hell bend on bringing the two of you together

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: None, maybe slighly suggestive (i think )

Part one Part three

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That evening as you laid in your bed in one of the guest rooms you couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened with Charles. What did it mean? Did it mean anything at all?

What was gonna happen next ? Would you want something to happen next?

This was all so confusing. Did Charles even want you in this way?

Of course he did or he wouldn’t have indulged in the kiss and everything else, right?

Oh man what were you going to do?

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Pierres Birthday was the following day.

You were extremely nervous on the way down for brunch. Were you going to sit next to Charles again? The thought made you giddy but you were also anxious. What if he didn't want anything to do with you after yesterday? After all, the two of you had never met before. If he wasn't going to speak to you again this would become very awkward very fast.

When you arrived you noticed that the other drivers showed up right on time for brunch.

Immediately your eyes fixed onto charles. His gaze already locked onto you and he was smiling. ‘Thank god, this was not going to be weird after all.’ you thought and smiled back at him.

Unfortunately the seat next to Charles was already taken and you were forced to sit next to a stranger.

“ Hi I’m Lando and you are?”, he introduced himself. His boyish grin was charming, but compared to how Charles' smile made you feel it did nothing for you. The two of you hit it off though, his humour and laugh contagious.

Lando and you were joking and laughing all throughout brunch and the whole time you could feel someone watching you. You didn’t need to look up to know who was looking at you, your body's reaction told you whose eyes were on you.

And if that wasn't affirmation enough Lando commented laughing “ Charles is staring at you. And he's not even sneaky about it. “

You blushed “ Uhhh, I feel like there is a story hereeee.” he said and you rolled your eyes at his antics. Still you motioned for him to come closer.

“He's killing me with his eyes right now, so I don't believe this was very wise....Now im intrigued!”

You giggled and told him how Charles and you kissed yesterday.

“Wow, and you two have never met before?”

“No, that's the problem. I’ve never done anything like this before so I feel super weird. But I saw him and I wanted him and I guess he wanted me too s-”

“You Guess??!” Lando exclaimed so loudly that multiple heads turned in your direction

“Why don't you just shout it from the rooftops, God? Shhh!"

He winced” Sorry. But girl be for real, he followed you into the bathroom, kissed you breathless and now he can't keep his eyes off you and he looks at me like he wants me to burst into flames. How are you not absolutely sure that he wants you? He's literally looking at you as if you're the only woman in the world.”

You roll your eyes again,” You’re exaggerating.”

“No I’m really not.”

“You know what?" I’m gonna prove to you that he is down bad in a I want her for myself and not let her out of bed for the near future type of way” Lando states with a sly smile.

“Oh god what are you going to do?” you ask dreadfully “Getting you your man sister” he giggles, GIGGLES.

Now you really need to be scared.

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After everyone was finished you and Lando headed to the pool.

Pierre and Kika were off doing god knows what and everyone else was also just lounging around having a good time.

Lando was already at the pool when you got there after changing into your swimwear.

And he wasn’t alone. As it seemed Carlos and Charles were joining you two for a swim.

You put down your towel and other stuff and started applying your sunscreen.

You were oblivious to the way Charles was tracing you form with his eyes wishing it to be his hands but Lando noticed.

His fool proof plan to get his new friend together with Charles was starting right now.

” Q1 starting now” he whispered to himself. Oh how he loved playing matchmaker and really you two just needed a little push.

Before you could ask Lando to put sunscreen on your back he grabbed Carlos and pushed him and himself into the pool.

“Hermano,what was that for !?” Carlos cried out. Lando just winked at him and titled his head into yours and Charles' direction.

A knowing look passed over Carloses face and he began to laugh lightly” Ah I see what is happening here. You are trying to get them to be parejas” he wiggled his brows. “ Yeah, whatever that means”

Meanwhile you muster up all your courage and ask Charles if he would be so kind and apply sunscreen to your back.

“Of course cherie” he smiled at you “ Lay down on your stomach for me “

You did. Your bare back facing him like an invitation. Butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the nickname he used again.

Charles squeezed a line of sunscreen onto his palm. His hands moved gently over your back, slow and careful, like he was memorizing every freckle. You shivered a little “ Cold?” he asked and you replied that “ yes the sunscreen is a little chilly” and it was but that's not the real reason you shivered. His touch was to blame for that. You inhaled softly when he moved lower following the dip of your back. He leaned in, close enough to breathe you in and close enough for you to feel his breath ghosting over your skin. His finger traced your form in a way that wasn’t about protection from the sun anymore. You leaned into his touch when his thumb grazed the side of your rips , a moan threatening to escape you. “You're being very thorough” you say, voice breathy. “ Charles smiles “Just being sure that everything is covered.”

His hands glide lower, circling your hips and pressing in firmer, the sunscreen was already rubbed into your skin, but Charles couldn't seem to stop touching you. He leaned in closer again, his lips hovering above your shoulder not quite touching your smooth skin” All done” he murmured, voice dripping with suggestiveness.

“Thank you”

You remain in your spot. Unable to move just yet while Charles gets up and joins the other in the pool. You use the time the sunscreen needs to absorb into your skin to collect yourself. The simple act of applying sunscreen shouldn't be this arousing but you could already feel wetness pooling in your underwear.

In the pool Lando and Carlos gave each other a meaningful look before Lando said to Charles teasingly” Well you certainly took your time with her.”

Charles glared at him” Shut up”.

Oh Lando was going to have so much fun bringing the both of you together.

—☽—☽—₁₆—☽—☽—

Landos plan was in full motion.

The First phase was a complete success. He saw how you reacted to Charles and vice versa. 

Q2 was about to begin and Lando felt like a little kid on Christmas morning.

You were helping Kika and Pierres mother prepare something to eat for a quick snack. A variety of fruits crackers and cheese was quickly assembled. Kika called for Pierre to help bring out the food and you took a seat next to Rebecca and Carlos who were sitting close to Pierre and Kika in the lounge and were joined by Charles and Lando.

Lando pushed Charles into your direction so he had to sit next to you.

He sat directly beside you barely a breath between the both of you. If the others noticed they didn't let it show.

The bowl of fruit stood in front of you and you reached for a strawberry the same time he did. Your fingers brushed his and neither of you pulled away.

He took one, plucked off the stem and popped into his mouth a smug smile playing on his lips. Your gaze flicked to his lips momentarily and when your gaze locked again he winked at you.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach and before you could say something embarrassing you reached for a strawberry and bit into it.

“You’ve got a little something there…” Charles said, pointing vaguely to the juice on your lips.

“Here.”, He leaned in, brushing your bottom lip with his thumb slowly. “Got it” he murmured,his face so close to yours you could feel his breath on your lips.

If you would lean in just a little you could brush against his lips in a soft kiss. 

Seeing the look in your eyes and the flush on your cheeks, he chuckled. “ You enjoy my suffering way too much,” you mumbled. 

“Yeah, especially when you're so bad at pretending you don't love this.”

That made you scoff. “ Fine lets see how much you enjoy this” you voice and pick the plumbest berry in the bowl. Holding his gaze you took a bite. Juice ran down your fingers and you sucked them clean while still looking at him.

His smirk faltered “ Still feeling superior?” you ask, your voice dripping in faux sweetness.

He groaned adjusting himself, “That is incredibly distracting. I need to find a new strategy”

“New Strategy for what ?” you ask, confusion evident on your face.

“Getting you to kiss me again of course.” 

"Again? You kissed me the first time” you huffed. “Did not” Charles said leaning in closer once more. “ Wanna bet?” he murmured.

“Bet on what?” you ask, your voice breathy “ On whose gonna cave first?”

“Exactly, pretty girl. If you give in first I'll allow you to drive my ferrari for 15 minutes and I allow no one to do that but if I win you let me take you out on a date.” 

�� Deal” 

Lando the little fucker was listening in on your conversation and smiling to himself. He will make you lose that bet even if it's the last thing he does. You will go on that date with Charles one way or the other. 

Time for Q3.

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[satoruhour]

Need sukuna in racer au 😩

REWARDS FROM A RACER

a/n: more of smut than him being a racer …. im not opposed to doing a ‘how they met’ ngl

wc: 2.1k

warnings: ooc sukuna, dom!sukuna, lewd declarations in public, he’s a little mean and calls you ‘whore’, ‘slut’, praise, degradation, pet names, car sex, semi-public sex, oral (m! receiving), light face-fucking, unprotected sex, riding, p → v penetration, clit stimulation, dash of daddy kink, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

“doll, c’mon, we don’t have much time till the race starts.” 

“i know, ’kuna! give me a minute, ’m just tightening the screws on the crankshaft.” you already hear the joke from miles away, a soft chuckle comes after he mumbles “heh, shaft” and you resist the urge to roll your eyes while stifling a smile. it seems like sukuna had enough of waiting for you in the driver’s seat, so he meets you at the front of the car where the hood is popped.

if anyone told you sukuna was someone who would’ve made time for anyone else but himself, you would laugh in their face because when had ryomen “king of curses” sukuna ever thought about anyone but himself? he had all that he could have: a ’66 Ford GT40 (that he named king of curses — a tad bit goofy, he knows), girls on his arm, first place for every race he took part in. he was untouchable.

but during a night in the midst of a drag race he saw you outside a club, barely catching a glimpse of you shoving off a man who couldn’t take no for an answer. he wasn’t surprised to see kenjaku — another racer from another region and someone who he had an infamous rival with — laugh when he had come to your rescue, cut off when the king of curses landed a clean hit to the other’s face. sukuna made sure you were okay after the whole debacle, but he also fucked you silly to show you how a man should really be treating you.

it was the only race he ever lost.

“sometimes i forget how much shit you put up with when you’re with me,” sukuna grins, a sneaky hand moving from your waist to your ass to squeeze it, “fixing my engine like an obedient little girl.”

you simply turn to him with a bored expression, but you can’t deny the throb between your legs when he talks to you like that, “glad you’re self aware, ’kuna.”

“smart mouth you have there, hm?” sukuna pulls you even closer against his front and you can already feel the half-hard bulge there. he’s always hard before a race, too. that you know, because it’s an emerging characteristic of his that you’re not opposed to because sukuna ends up pounding into you in his driver’s seat once the race is finished. he just can’t help the adrenaline, can’t he?

“guess i’ll just have to ruin you,” sukuna cuts off your next reply with a messy kiss, swallowing the soft moans that leave your mouth at the temporary relief you’re getting from grinding on him, “later.”

you scoff, feigning annoyance, “yeah, yeah, i know. you never miss a race.”

sukuna just smiles, smacking your ass slyly and makes his way to the driver’s seat before you have time to gasp, simply raising an eyebrow (“don’t tell me you didn’t like that?”) when you slap his chest later in the passenger seat.

“oh god, he’s going to do that thing again right?” beside you are the other more prominent racers of tokyo, the famous four excluding sukuna. gojo is the one who asked the question, nudging you with a grin that’s got you groaning into your hands. slowly, you nod.

across from you is sukuna in his Ford GT40, shouting with his windows rolled down, “i’m gonna fuck you so good after i win this race, princess!” and while you’re turned on at the prospect, you’re also wincing at how everyone whoops and cheers because he does this in every race. it never gets old, though, just as the laughter of the other four floods your ears.

“do you really have to scream it every time?” you lean down to the window once the two cars are at the starting line, running a hand through his mildly sweaty locks. his perspiration is a little pink from the dye he’s used to top up the colour of his hair and you jokingly wipe your wet hands on his top.

sukuna grabs your wrist, pulling you gently to give you a noisy, sloppy kiss, his words whispered against your lips, “they have to know how you scream every night.”

you tsk with a laugh, hand reaching down to palm his dick that makes him grunt, “give ’em hell, baby.”

and he definitely makes the other wish he never was born. sukuna likes to play dirty, bumping into the rear of the other when he’s behind, sending a middle finger to the racer when he passes him, it’s part of why your boyfriend tends to prefer solitude because he’s not on everyone’s good side.

with skidding tires, sukuna finishes with a dashing grin, but he’s so focused on you that he doesn’t realise the crowd around him, some reaching forward to congratulate him, others wanting to touch his car. the racer barks out before anyone can violate his ride.

“oi, you fuckin’ idiots dare touch my car and i swear i’ll fuck up yours.”

beside you, geto mutters out a yeesh while gojo just giggles, patting your shoulder before you bid goodbye to the famous four. the crowd makes way for you, naturally, when you walk towards his car, because what kind of mental person willingly dates sukuna? they follow your figure as you make your way to him, swaying your hips for everyone to see, but you hardly care when all you can fixate on is his promise to you before every race starts.

and all he does that night is fulfil his promise, whisking you away from the cramped parking lot and into the late tokyo roads, whizzing past street lamps and cop cars and howling at the top of his voice. he loves it, he loves you and you see it every time he drives you home after a late night race and every time he noisily drives up to you when someone’s bothering you.

sukuna loves your body, too, because all you know later on is his cock in your mouth on a quiet, remote mountain used for drifting. with the winter season approaching, it was desolate, except for the way your head bobs up and down on his length, which hardens even more inside your mouth.

“that’s it, fuckkk yes.” sukuna groans, a hand clutching onto the leather of his seat while the other finds purchase in your hair, pulling on your locks till it hurts. with his hips moving erratically paired with the soreness in your jaw, it’s really the only thing you can concentrate on in an awkward position while hovering over the stick shift. “suck like the dirty cockslut you are.”

“’kuna, mmfhh—!” your hands rush to find his thighs on a particularly deep thrust, tip hitting the back of your throat and you look up at sukuna through teary lashes and breathe through your nose before he lets you off briefly. but your mouth is too warm just like how your pussy feels and sukuna forces your head onto him again.

sukuna groans when he lets you do your own thing, mouth taking half of him while your hands help you with the other, alternating between taking sucking the bottom of his cock and lapping at his tip, continuing to flutter your lashes at him.

“stick out your tongue f’me, doll,” he manages to choke out a moan, grabbing his cock to slap it on your tongue (it’s so heavy that you moan), making lewd sounds before he starts thrusting again, feeling every inch of your mouth with no time to warn you of his impending orgasm until the car is filled with his incessant groans and grunts, hips faltering at how your mouth just keeps sucking. “fuck— i’m cumming.” sukuna spills unexpectedly, shooting his cum deep down your throat and you moan around his shaft. he’s not laughing now, focused solely on getting every last bit of cum into your system as he tilts his head back in utmost pleasure. 

“take all of it,” his movements slow down, admiring how you look like you worship him with a lax mouth and pleading eyes, and he knows you do, but before that he’s ensuring you know that his worship of you overtakes yours by miles, pulling you impatiently to his seat before dragging your panties to the side. the other likes it when you wear skirts, easy access he says, licking his lips in anticipation when he sees how the fabric sticks to your cunt from how wet you were, leaving a string of arousal that snaps once it’s far enough.

“well? what’re you waiting for?” sukuna raises an eyebrow, a small chuckle leaving him when you mumble out a i’m getting to it! as you gather the slick leaking from your needy pussy. the feel of his mushroom tip against your clit is gratifying and you line him up before sinking down slowly. even after taking him multiple times, his size always makes your eyes widen and jaw drop at the stretch, incoherent whimpers leaving as he watches you take all nine inches of him.

“s’kuna, f-fuck…” you wrap your arms around his neck, suddenly shy at being so spread open for him to see, “s’big, you’re so big!” he hums, pressing little kisses down the side of your face while kneading your ass, plush thighs nestled around his pelvis so cutely that he appreciates your brief pause before you start riding him — because he can’t resist cumming when he sees you crying on top of him, trying his best to prolong the way you feel around him.

“i know i’m big, but you’re taking me so well, aren’t you, baby?” sukuna coos, holding your eyes that struggle to stay open as you bounce on his thick cock, ass meeting his hips in noisy pap’s as you flood his car with whining pleas of him filling you to the brim. there’s a white ring of pre-cum at the base of his shaft where your juices mix, dripping down the hilt and onto his balls, definitely soaking his leather seats. “just a whore for me to fuck stupid, yea?”

you nod frantically, babbling to no one as you throw your head back, pussy clenching when his lips meet your tits and he sucks hard on your nipples, flicking his tongue around your buds before moving to the other. “got so t-tight from me doing that,” sukuna laughs, wrapping a hand ’round your chin to force you to look at him. lips pursed, eyes blown wide from his cock in your cunt, hair sticking to your forehead, he swear he could cum deep in you right there and then.

“you love how i stretch you out?” he then yanks your head down to make you watch how your pelvis meets his, juices spurting in all directions by how wet you were. it truly was a sight, how his cock disappears into you and reappears, thighs burning from how fast you were bouncing on him.

“love it s’much, daddy,” you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you grab his free hand, bringing it to your neglected clit that’s been throbbing all night, “but i n-need you here, s’kuna…” and when he starts to rub circles into your puffy clit, you jolt at the feeling, screaming out obscenities at the sensations that overwhelm your body. he knows you’re getting tired and close, too.

so he shocks you by thrusting up, your body immediately halting to receive the way he rails into you and while your muscles are still cramping, it’s infinitely better than riding him. with his thrusts and his hand on your clit, you can already feel the coil in your stomach turning as your body slumps against him, “daddy!”’s spilling from your lips with mixed wanton moans. “that’s it, a good little slut who’s taking daddy’s cock, fuck—”

“so warm, and tight,” within seconds, his thrusts are irregular when you start to clench around him again, high-pitched whines filling his ears before you reach your high with a slack jaw and trembling thighs, body lined with sweat. but it’s the way your cum leaks down his length that gets sukuna releasing after you, the familiar pleas of wanting his cum deep in your cunt. he does just that, grunting into your neck when his hips thrust deeply before he releases his hot, thick semen into your pussy, gushing out because there’s just so much.

“love it when i breed my girl,” he mutters with a laugh breathlessly while you’re moaning softly at how he’s still spilling into you, overflowing cum leaking from your cunt even when he’s still inside. sukuna grins when your hips never really stop, still continuing to grind aimlessly.

“love my sweet girl who can’t think of anything but getting fucked stupid.”

[rottenbologna]

Love don't cost a thing

Pairings ♤ Alexia Putellas x reader

Genre ♤ fluff

Warnings ♤ none

Alexia was trying to be sneaky. Writing down notes on her phone if you stared at something in the window of a store for longer than a minute. The both of you walking along the sheets of barcelona killing time as you waited to pick up an engagement ring as a favor to Ingrid.

Eventually you both settled into a cafè the walking and the heat of the sun getting to you. Alexia ordered for you both as you stood behind her and sneakily grabbed your card from your purse. When she finished the order you quickly tapped your card paying for everything before she could remove her own card from her wallet.

You smirk smugly watching as Alexia's brown furrowed in offense. “Amor why did you do that?”

“You pay for everything Bebé, can I not treat you to coffee and a warm pastry ?”

“No.” Alexia deadpans not even a bit amused by your actions, almost feeling betrayed.

“Too late now bebita” you smirk at your victory while following her lead to an empty table that was near the window of the cafe. Your girlfriend sat across from you arms folded with a pout on her lips.

“Is two time ballon d’or winner, captain of FC barcelona Alexia Putellas pouting cause she couldn’t buy my coffee.”

Alexia turns her head from looking out the window pout still firm on her lips when her hazel eyes meet yours. “Yes”

“Amor what's this really about?” You asked, sensing there was more than just the coffee that was bothering her but alexia just avoiding your gaze grumbling under her breath lightly.

Your gaze softens, grabbing her hands over the table and linking your fingers between hers. “Bebé, look at me. Por favor” Alexia hesitated for a bit but her eyes landed on yours again. You see conflict in her eyes and decided this wasn't the place for her to unpack.

“My next coffee order is on you, si?” That seems to set her at ease and you smiled lightly when she relaxed enough to enjoy the treat the kind waiter placed on the table.

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“Put it down.” You scold Alexia without looking away from the jeweler that was crafting the ring you were supposed to be picking up.

Behind you Alexia looks like a deer in headlights as she slowly places a bracelet she was sneakily trying to buy for you thinking you were too distracted.

“But Amor.”

“No” your voice is completely stern and it was starting to work on Alexia's nerves because you denied her twice that day. “Why does it bother you so much when I give you something?”

“It doesn’t bother me,” you replied, carefully. “I just don’t think I need another bracelet amor. You bought me a Cartier bracelet just last week. I don't need nice things every other week my love”

“What if I want to get you nice things?” Alexia's shot back tone sharper than she intended.

You look at her in surprise not expecting her to get so defensive over it. “Alexia, please tell me what's really bothering you.”

Your girlfriend begins to pace lightly, getting frustrated with the situation. “I just.. I'm so use to everyone I've been with expecting something from me eventually and with you it's different, you don't ask for anything and I guess I thought you just wanted me to fill in the blanks.”

“I’m not them. I’m not here for your money or your name.” you said softly stepping in her path to stop her pacing

“I know that” Alexia's voice breaks a little. “But I love you so much I'm scared that you might leave if I don't do enough to win you over”

You take her cheeks in your palms and rest your forehead against hers. “Bebè my love doesn't cost a thing and you don't need to win me over. You already won”

Her shoulders slumped in relief and she kisses you slowly and softly before pulling back pouting a little.

“So I can't buy you that bracelet ?”

You laugh a little, wrapping your arms around her neck. “No but maybe I'll let you buy me a cupra” you teased lightly.

“Really? Alexia lights out her phone quickly the cupra site loaded already.

“No”

“Damn it”