#[[ I think that he might in the next reply omg ]]

[dior-luxury]

How'd They React To You Skipping School

( ✧ ) ────── boyfriend stories . comedy/drama - she/her .

- [𝐜𝐡.] cater . leona. floyd . vil . rook . silver . sebek . malleus

- [𝐩:𝐬] none

Note: I had like no idea of what to post, so I just decided to post one of my drafts!

Cater Diamond

Cater is used to you doing your own thing, but when he realizes you're skipping school without telling him, it throws him off. He first notices your absence in class when he glances over at your usual seat and finds it empty.

"Huh? No way. Did she sleep in?" he mumbles, tilting his head.

He checks his Magicam feed just in case, and sure enough—there you are, chilling at a café, sipping on a fancy drink with a little dessert on the side.

"Omg. She’s out living her best life while I’m suffering in Trein’s lecture?? Rude."

At first, he considers letting it slide. After all, it’s not like he never ditches, but the more he thinks about it, the more a nagging feeling settles in his chest.

So, the second class ends, he shoots you a text.

Cay-kun 🧡: Baaaaabe, why am I seeing u on my Magicam instead of in class? U cheating on me with a strawberry shortcake? 😭🍰

You don’t reply right away. He sighs, leaning against a hallway wall. Then, an idea strikes him. If you’re going to skip school, why not have a real ditch day adventure?

Thirty minutes later, you’re peacefully enjoying your alone time when a very familiar voice chimes in from across the café.

"Omg, no way. What are the chances? I just happened to be in the area~", Cater says, sliding into the seat across from you with an easy grin.

You roll your eyes. "Cater, you totally left school to find me."

He laughs, taking a sip of your drink without asking. "Busted. But c’mon, how could I let my precious girlfriend have all the fun by herself? We could’ve planned a whole cute ditch day together!"

Though he’s joking, there’s a flicker of something else in his expression—concern, maybe? You don’t miss the way his fingers drum lightly against the table, the way his usual easygoing smile seems just a bit forced.

"Next time, at least tell me, okay? I wanna make sure you’re safe. Plus, if you’re gonna skip, might as well do it with style. Matching outfits, cute couple photos—the whole deal."

Even though he’s being playful, you know he’s serious. And honestly? You wouldn’t mind skipping with him next time.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona is no stranger to skipping school—hell, it’s practically his hobby. So when he hears from Ruggie that you didn’t show up to class, his first reaction is to scoff.

"Tch. So what? Not like it’s my problem."

But as the day drags on, something bugs him. He expected you to at least text him if you were gonna skip.

By the time lunch rolls around, his patience is gone.

Instead of going to class, he heads straight to his usual napping spot in the botanical gardens—where, conveniently, he finds you lounging on a bench, headphones in, eyes closed as you soak in the afternoon sun.

For a moment, he just watches. Then, with a sigh, he plops down beside you, one arm draped over the back of the bench as he tilts his head toward you.

"You got some nerve skippin’ without tellin’ me."

Your eyes snap open. "Leona? How’d you—"

"I am the king, y’know. I got eyes everywhere."

He leans in, his voice dropping to that low, lazy drawl that always sends a shiver down your spine. "So? You got a reason for dodging class, or you just felt like slacking?"

You mumble something about needing a break. Leona raises an eyebrow, letting out a deep sigh.

"Hmph. Well, can’t say I blame you. But if you’re gonna play hooky, at least do it right."

Before you can react, he shifts, lying down with his head in your lap, eyes already closing.

"Since you’re already here, you might as well stay. I ain’t letting you run off alone again—next time, you skip, you tell me first. Got it?"

His words are firm, but the way his hand lazily rests on your knee, fingers tracing absentminded patterns, tells you everything you need to know.

You weren’t just skipping school—you were skipping him. And Leona Kingscholar doesn’t like being left out.

Floyd Leech

When Floyd finds out you skipped school, the reaction is instant and dramatic.

It starts when he bursts into your dorm room, eyes glinting with mischief.

"Shrimpyyyyy~ Why weren’t you in class today?"

Before you can even answer, he flops down onto your bed, stretching like a lazy cat.

"I was soooo boooored. Sitting in class with no Shrimpy to tease? Ugh, it was awful!"

You roll your eyes. "Floyd, it’s just one day. I needed a break."

The air shifts.

Floyd props himself up on one elbow, his usual playful smile still in place, but there’s something more intense behind his eyes now.

"Hmm. A break from school? Or a break from me?"

You blink. "Wait, what? No, that’s not—"

Before you can finish, he’s suddenly on top of you, his long fingers gently but firmly pressing against your wrists. His grin widens, but his grip tightens just slightly.

"Y’know, if you wanted to play hooky, you could’ve just told me. We coulda done something fun together." His voice drops to a murmur, lips brushing against your ear. "But instead, you ran off all alone… That’s kinda mean, don’tcha think?"

Your heart skips a beat. "Floyd, I didn’t mean it like that—"

In an instant, his mood flips back.

"Hehe, just kidding~!" He suddenly rolls off you, laughing as he sprawls out on the bed again.

"Buuut next time you skip, I’m coming with you. No ifs, ands, or buts. Shrimpy doesn’t get to run away from me, got it?"

Despite the playfulness, you know he’s dead serious. And honestly? It’s safer to just agree. Because when Floyd wants something…

He gets it.

Here’s how Vil, Rook, and Silver would react to you skipping school, each in their own unique way!

Vil Schoenheit

Vil notices your absence immediately. He keeps a close eye on you—not in an overbearing way (or so he claims), but enough to know when something’s off.

It starts when he walks into class and sees your seat empty. He frowns.

"Where is she?" he murmurs, more to himself than anyone else.

Even Rook, who usually lets things play out naturally, raises an eyebrow at Vil’s reaction.

"Perhaps ma belle has decided to take an impromptu escape from the drudgery of academia?"

Vil clicks his tongue. "Hardly. She wouldn’t skip for no reason. Which means…"

His eyes narrow as he pulls out his phone and dials your number. It rings. And rings. No answer.

Vil is not amused.

By lunch, he has had enough. With a sigh, he closes his notebook, stands up, and says, "If the professors ask, tell them I’m handling a… personal matter."

A few students exchange glances, but no one questions him. When Vil Schoenheit is on a mission, he gets what he wants.

—

You’re lounging at a quiet spot near the outskirts of campus, enjoying the rare moment of solitude, when suddenly—

"There you are."

You nearly jump out of your skin at the sound of his voice.

Vil stands before you, arms crossed, his violet eyes burning with irritation.

"Would you like to explain to me why you’ve chosen to neglect your studies today?"

You stammer out something about needing a break. The pressure of school, the endless expectations—it was all just too much.

For a moment, Vil just stares at you. Then, with a sigh, he walks over and gracefully sits beside you.

"I understand," he says at last, his tone softer now. "But running away won’t solve anything, my dear. If you were overwhelmed, you should have come to me."

His fingers gently brush a strand of hair from your face, his expression unreadable.

"Your beauty, your mind, your potential—they are things that should be nurtured, not neglected. And if anyone dares to say otherwise, they’ll have to deal with me."

You swallow, feeling warmth bloom in your chest.

"But…" he continues, tilting your chin up slightly, "if you ever pull something like this again without informing me, I will drag you back to class myself. Understood?"

With Vil, skipping school is not just about missing lessons. It’s about maintaining excellence—and to him, you deserve nothing less.

Rook Hunt

Rook doesn’t need anyone to tell him you skipped school. He feels it.

The moment he steps into the classroom, a shiver runs down his spine. He scans the room, and sure enough—you’re missing.

"Ah… mon trésor, where could you have vanished to?"

Anyone else might have let it go. But Rook? Rook Hunt?

Oh, no, no, no.

This is a hunt.

—

You think you’ve found the perfect hiding spot—a secluded meadow just beyond campus. The breeze is gentle, the grass soft, and the world feels so blissfully quiet.

But then—

"Ah…! What a rare and exquisite sight! A most beautiful creature, escaping the confines of duty to embrace the wild!"

You jerk up, heart pounding. "Rook?! How—"

He smiles down at you, eyes glimmering with delight.

"My dear, you wound me! Did you truly believe you could evade me?"

You groan. "Can’t I have one day to myself?"

Rook simply chuckles, kneeling beside you. "But of course! And what a splendid setting you have chosen! Ah, the crisp air, the golden sunlight—it is a moment worthy of poetry!"

You sigh, leaning back. "So, you’re not going to drag me back?"

Rook tilts his head.

"Non, non, ma chérie. Who am I to interfere with the call of your spirit?" His voice lowers, eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "However… I must ask—were you running to something… or from something?"

You pause. You hadn’t thought about it that way.

Rook hums, plucking a flower and tucking it behind your ear.

"Whatever it is, you need not face it alone. If ever you wish to flee again… invite me along, oui? Let us embark on a grand adventure together."

His words are sweet, but the message is clear—next time, he will find you. And next time… you might not mind.

Silver

Silver is usually the one who accidentally skips class (thanks to his habit of falling asleep anywhere), so when he realizes you’re the one missing, it catches him off guard.

Lilia is the first to notice his concern.

"Looking for someone, Silver?" he asks, sipping his tea.

Silver hesitates. "She’s not here. She wasn’t in class this morning."

Lilia chuckles. "Ah, young love. Are you worried, or do you just miss her?"

Silver’s ears turn a little pink. "That’s not—"

But he is worried.

So, after finishing his morning duties, he sets off to find you. It doesn’t take long.

He finds you by a quiet stream, legs dangling over the edge, watching the water ripple. You don’t even hear him approach—until he’s sitting beside you.

"Skipping school, huh?" he says, voice calm but firm.

You sigh. "Are you here to lecture me?"

Silver shakes his head. "No. But I am here to make sure you’re okay."

You blink, surprised.

He gazes at the water for a long moment before speaking again.

"I get it. Sometimes, the world moves too fast. Sometimes, you just… need to stop." He exhales. "I’ve felt that way too."

His honesty takes you off guard.

"But," he continues, turning to look at you, "you don’t have to bear it alone. If you ever need to slow down… let me stay by your side."

Your heart clenches at the sincerity in his voice. Silver has always been gentle, always patient—but beneath it all is a quiet strength, one that makes you feel… safe.

He offers you his hand. "Let’s go back together. But if you really don’t want to, then I’ll stay here with you."

You stare at his outstretched hand. And for the first time today, you don’t feel like you have to run.

Because with Silver beside you, the world doesn’t seem so overwhelming anymore.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek prided himself on being alert, disciplined, and ever-diligent in all things—so when he noticed your absence from class, his first instinct was absolute outrage.

"Where is she?!" he bellowed the moment roll call finished, slamming his hands down on his desk.

The entire class turned to stare. Even Lilia, who was used to Sebek’s theatrics, raised an eyebrow.

"Calm yourself, Sebek. I’m sure she has her reasons," Lilia said, sipping his tea.

Sebek whirled around. "Reasons? What reasons could possibly justify this?! My human— I mean, my beloved has abandoned her education!"

His heart raced in his chest, not just from frustration, but from concern. What if something had happened to you? What if you were in danger? What if—gasp—you were avoiding him?!

No. Unacceptable.

Without hesitation, Sebek stormed out of class, determined to find you and drag you back to school himself.

—

You were relaxing in a quiet corner of the gardens, lying beneath the shade of a tree, finally enjoying some peace. That is, until—

"HUMAN!"

The roar of your name nearly sent you flying out of your seat. Before you could even react, Sebek loomed over you, arms crossed, golden eyes blazing with intensity.

"You dare to SKIP CLASS?! What kind of nonsense is this?! Have you no sense of duty?!"

You groaned, rubbing your temples. "Sebek, please. Not so loud."

"LOUD?!" he repeated, even louder. "How can I possibly remain quiet when you have committed such a heinous act?! Skipping school—DISGRACEFUL!"

You sighed. "I just needed a break. I wasn’t in the mood for class today."

Sebek scowled. He wanted to scold you further—to lecture you on the importance of education, of discipline, of honor—but then… he saw the tired look in your eyes.

His frustration wavered.

"You… were not in the mood?" he repeated, his voice softer now.

You nodded. "I’ve been feeling overwhelmed. I just wanted to breathe a little, that’s all."

Sebek stiffened. His grip on his arms tightened. His natural instinct was to demand you push through it—to insist that duty must always come first.

But then… he thought of Lord Malleus. How often had his master been told to put his responsibilities first? How often had he been isolated because of that very thinking?

Sebek hesitated. Then, very slowly, he sat down beside you.

"If you were feeling unwell… you should have informed me." His voice was still gruff, but gentler now. "It is my duty to stand by your side, no matter the circumstance."

You blinked, surprised by the change in his tone. Sebek? Being understanding? That was new.

He cleared his throat. "But! This does NOT mean I condone such behavior!" He huffed, turning away. "If you must rest, then rest properly! Not by… skipping school like some delinquent!"

You smiled. "So, you’re not mad?"

"OF COURSE I AM—!" He caught himself, exhaled sharply, then muttered, "…Just do not make a habit of it."

You giggled. Despite all his dramatic ranting, you could tell he was genuinely worried about you.

And maybe, just maybe… Sebek Zigvolt cared more about your well-being than he let on.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus immediately noticed your absence the moment he stepped into class.

At first, he thought you were simply running late. But as the minutes passed and your seat remained empty, his usual calm began to crack.

"She is not here," he murmured to himself, fingers tapping lightly against his desk.

Lilia, watching from the side, smiled knowingly. "Ah, young love. Worried already?"

Malleus said nothing, but his green eyes darkened.

The moment class ended, he vanished. Not even his retainers could stop him.

—

You were peacefully sitting beneath a willow tree, flipping through a book, when the sky suddenly dimmed.

A chill ran through the air. The once-bright afternoon grew darker, as if the sun itself was hiding.

And then—

"There you are."

Your head snapped up. Standing before you, tall and regal as ever, was Malleus. His emerald gaze bore into yours, unreadable and intense.

"You did not come to class today," he stated. Not a question. A fact.

You swallowed. "I just… needed a break."

Malleus was silent for a long moment. Then, he took slow, deliberate steps forward.

"A break," he repeated softly. "From school… or from me?"

Your eyes widened. "Wait, what? No, Malleus, I—"

Before you could finish, he had closed the distance. He stood so close, his presence towering, consuming.

"Do you understand how worried I was?" His voice was gentle, yet firm. "You disappeared without a word. Do you truly believe I would not seek you out?"

You fumbled for words, guilt creeping into your chest.

"I didn’t think it would be a big deal—"

"You are my beloved."

The way he said it—so matter-of-factly, so absolute—made your breath hitch.

"Everything about you is a 'big deal' to me."

Your heart pounded. You opened your mouth to respond, but Malleus was already sitting beside you, his usual regal demeanor softening.

"If you wished to escape," he murmured, "you need only call for me. I would take you anywhere you desire."

His fingers ghosted over yours.

"But next time, do not disappear on your own. My heart does not take well to such… uncertainty."

A lump formed in your throat. You hadn't meant to worry him—not like this.

You turned, meeting his gaze. "I promise. Next time… I’ll tell you."

His expression eased, and a rare, soft smile graced his lips.

"Good."

And just like that, the sky brightened once more.

Malleus Draconia was no stranger to solitude. But when it came to you…

He would not tolerate being left behind.

[kxsagi]

hear me out bllk characters with an “innocent” s/o who doesn’t understand pickup lines/takes them too literally 😭 with my freaky kings shidou, kaiser, aiku, karasu and otoya, pretty please

“𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐳? 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?”

a/n: omg nah this is peak 🙏

(ac: miiuu1103 on tik tok)

ft. shidou ryusei, kaiser michael, aiku oliver, karasu tabito, otoya eita

shidou ryusei

shidou, being the menace he is, cannot resist dropping the dirtiest, most unhinged pickup lines on you. 

he corners you one day, eyes gleaming, and purrs, “you wanna ride me like a skateboard, baby?” 

you blink up at him with those wide, innocent eyes and a soft gasp. 

“but ryu... i don't know how to skateboard.” 

and you sound so genuinely distressed about it too, like you just failed a pop quiz. 

he stares at you for a second. just stares. like a man witnessing the purest creature alive. 

his brain actually short-circuits. 

“nah, nah, princess, you don’t gotta know how to ride. i’ll teach ya, easy.” 

you perk up immediately. “really?! i've always wanted to learn!” 

shidou goes through it. 

next thing you know this man is out here dragging a skateboard out of the garage, fully committed to giving you lessons like he didn’t mean it in the filthiest way possible. 

he falls in love every time you wibble-wobble on the board and giggle when he catches you. 

thinks you're the best thing since violence and energy drinks. 

kaiser michael

kaiser is OBSESSED with you. 

he thinks your innocence is a gift from the gods, handcrafted to make his life more entertaining. 

one afternoon, he leans back lazily against the wall outside, smirking, and says, “are you a magician? because whenever i look at you, everyone else disappears.” 

your eyes go HUGE. like a cartoon character. you start whipping your head around, frantically looking around the room. 

“wait, where is everyone? what did you do?!” 

you’re actually worried. you start listing people: “wasn’t ness just here? and that man selling pretzels?” 

kaiser nearly slides down the wall laughing. 

he’s gripping his stomach like he's about to ascend. 

when he finally manages to breathe, he cups your cheeks and plants a kiss right on your forehead. 

“relax, schatz. it’s just me being stupidly in love with you.” 

you still make him check if ness is okay, though. (he texts ness “u alive?” ness replies “unfortunately.”) 

aiku oliver

oliver has no shame. 

if he sees you in cute shorts or a dress, he will immediately pull out the worst pickup lines he knows. 

lounging on the couch one day, he winks at you and says, “your body’s 70% water... and i’m thirsty.” 

you stare at him, so genuinely confused, like, “you can just drink from the kitchen? i refilled the brita.” 

realizing how sassy that might have sounded, you legitimately run to get him a bottle of water and come back looking so proud of yourself. 

“here, stay hydrated.” 

oliver’s just sitting there with a hand over his face, sobbing internally from how precious you are. 

he accepts the water, kisses your hand dramatically, and mutters, “god gave you to me because he knew i couldn’t handle anyone else.” 

karasu tabito

karasu thinks he’s the king of smooth. 

he leans over your shoulder while you're cooking, breath warm against your ear, and says, “are you from tennessee? ‘cause you’re the only ten i see.” 

you immediately turn around and frown very seriously. 

“tabi... i’ve never even been to tennessee.” 

you sound so sad about it too, like you’re worried you disappointed him somehow. 

karasu has to physically restrain himself from collapsing into giggles. 

he straightens up, clearing his throat dramatically. 

“nah, babe, it’s just a cheesy way of saying you’re insanely hot.” 

you light up like a christmas tree. “oh! thank you!!” 

and then you very earnestly offer, “i can go to tennessee if you want!” 

karasu almost proposes on the spot. 

from that day on he makes it his mission to hit you with a ridiculous pickup line at least once a day just to see your confused little face. 

otoya eita

otoya thinks he’s the smoothest operator in the universe. 

he slides up to you while you're minding your business and purrs, “do you have a map? ‘cause i just got lost in your eyes.” 

immediately, you gasp and start rummaging through your bag like your life depends on it. 

“i don’t have a paper map on me, but i have the maps app in my phone! wait, wait, don’t panic, i’ll find it!” 

otoya watches you absolutely spiral over helping him and he has to cover his mouth to hide the fact that he’s losing his mind. 

when you look up at him, wide-eyed and breathless, holding your phone out like a lifeline, he just melts. 

“no need, princess,” he croons, tucking your hair behind your ear. “i’m exactly where i wanna be.” 

you: "yay! so you’re not lost anymore?" 

otoya internally: somebody please call an ambulance, i’m in love. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[toxicanonymity]

omg the way every inch makes me drool idk what u did to me i haven’t been the same since 😃 ur so talented i owe u my kidney for that fic alone ! would ever consider part two?? no pressure !!!

EVERY INCH 2

2200 words, m!ghostface x f!reader

follows Every Inch. NEXT: Every inch 3

SERIES MASTERLIST

A/N: He's never unmasked. He is night walks coded. Thank you for all the love on my first Ghostface fic. This was a "one shot fail" because of your engagement & enthusiasm. WARNINGS: I8+ piv, noncon, he calls himself daddy, voyeurism, dirty talk, masturbation, knifeplay, hair pulling, manhandling, choking kinda, degradation, pet names. NO USE OF Y/N. 

SUMMARY: Last time you saw ghostface, he was unconscious from the car wreck and you had your way with him. Now, he's coming to take what's his.

You've put Ghostface behind you, at least in terms of fearing for your life. He's finally left you alone. He must be too humiliated to face you after you restrained him and had your way with him in the car while he was passed out. You still look at the picture you took every day.  You'd like to get it printed and stick it on your bathroom mirror.  He looks so pathetic with his own mess all over his robe. But it's not just the humiliation you love to see. It's his cock. . .

Yeah, his cock.  You've thought about it more than a few times. He would've given you every inch. All you had to do was ask. And the video of him whimpering? You save that for special occasions. Like when you need to cum in a hurry. 

It's Friday night and you're lying in bed after getting home from seeing a movie.  You make sure your vibrator is charged before you start reading, but soon enough you get distracted.  You're looking at your video of Ghostface coming all over himself when a call pops up on the screen. No ringtone.  Your phone is still on silent from the theater.  

The restricted number still makes your heart jump even after such an empowering victory. But you rip the bandaid off and answer it on the first ring. "Hello?"

"So... how'd you like the movie?" the voice changer asks you. 

You panic and hang up, but when he calls right back, you answer again. "This isn't funny, whoever you are."

"You know it's me, baby. You feel it in your. . . pants."

"What do you want?"

"I asked how you liked the movie." 

Friday night. Lucky guess. You know he’s not going to let it go, so you might as well answer. You’re not going to give him the satisfaction of acting aghast that he knows what you did tonight.  "Fine, I liked it. It was fun,” you say dismissively. 

"Picked a bad time to refill your drink. . .  Missed a great kill."

Your heart jumps. ". . .you were there?" The theater wasn't even that crowded. How could he go undetected? Surely you would have recognized something about a man you rode into oblivion. 

He's bemused. "What, you thought I was gone? Nowhere?”

"wishful thinking," you reply. 

Ghostface says, “Oh, we both know what you really wish for. . .”

You’re not even going to argue. 

“How was your date?" 

"How was yours with your hand?" You retort.

"You didn't look interested.” 

"What, are you gonna ask me out?" Your face heats up as you hear your own words.

"Not tonight. 'Cause you've got a date with that toy and my picture, don't ya?”

You freeze. 

He taunts, "Want a third wheel?"

You ask, "How long have you been watching me?"

"Never stopped, sugar." You feel like a fool for thinking he had. “I’ve just been a little. . . distracted.” 

You scoff. 

". . . Okay, did you call just to talk?"

"Wanted some audio with my visual this time."

"Pervert."

“oh I'm the pervert," he chides. Your face is burning up.

"You know, you’ve still got something of mine.”  His knife. You’ve hid it somewhere special.  “Keep comin’ for it. . .but don’t wanna interrupt you.”  

You look out your window, which faces the woods.  "Cause you put on a good show, baby." There’s never been a reason to close the curtains.  You preferred to see danger coming. Danger like him. A lot of good that’s done you. 

“You’re a creature of habit, aren’t you?” 

Are you that predictable?  

“Lucky for me,” he adds darkly.  His breathing becomes audible.  “Oh, you like this, don't you . . . knew ya would. . .  .  .Dripping already.” His voice is steady through the equalizer, but his speech pattern tells you his dick is hard. And god damn if he isn’t turning you on. 

“Dip a finger and show daddy how wet you are.” 

Before you know it, you're doing it. You don’t show him, but you curiously dip you fingers and pull apart the clear string of of your arousal

“Two fingers . . let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”  You lie there clenching your thighs together. 

“Ah, fuck it. Go ahead, turn it on,” he says but you don’t move. You clench your thighs together.  “Turn it on,” he repeats firmer, and something possesses you to turn your vibrator on. 

“Yeah, that’s it . . .”

You don’t even need the picture now, or the video, or your reading. But you don’t exactly want to let him make you come this fast. 

He sighs and says, “You’ve got a nice, juicy pussy." He spits, which the voice changer doesn’t process.

You close your eyes and recall what it felt like impaling yourself on his cock. 

"You don't have to say it," he reassures you menacingly. "I know I’ve got a nice cock.” 

He’s right about that.  You close your eyes as you touch yourself.  You’re too horny to think straight, but in the back of your mind, you try to tell yourself he killed your friends. He killed your friends. It doesn’t make you any less turned on. You sigh in shame at yourself. How does Ghostface have you wrapped around his finger?

“Oh, it’s only natural, baby. This cock’ll fuck you right up.” God, why does that turn you on? “In the guts and the head.” 

"Real shame I wasn’t awake.” He breathes heavily for a few seconds. "Coulda been even better for you.” 

You fail to suppress a moan as heat is bubbling in your core. 

“Yeah. . .Can’t stop thinkin' about this cock, can ya?” 

You turn up the intensity of your vibe. 

“Not everyday someone takes every inch of this.” He moans weakly then spits again. “Filthy girl.  Swallowed it right up.” 

“So tell me, sugar," his breathing is even heavier now. "How do you want it?”

“What if i don’t” you lie, then gasp at the tension in your core.

“Then why’d you take it,” he says with a bite and the heavy breathing stops. 

“Because,” you pant. “It was there.”

You’re getting close.  “How do you want me,” you self-loathingly ask. He doesn’t answer. You look at your phone and he’s gone. Shit. You open the video you took of him and as soon as you hear him whimper, your body jerks as the tension bursts inside you. As soon as you finish pulsing, the regret hits you like a tidal wave. So fucked up. Soooo disgusting.  You need a shower. 

—---

You take a long, hot shower, listening to music. You sigh, feeling a little better already. You turn off the water.

“Soaking wet. That’s how I want you.” You freeze and the only sound is the dripping water for a few seconds while the song changes.  

“Come on, you’re smarter than this.” The voice changer echoes through your bathroom and you almost fall over. “What’s next? Going down to the basement?”

You stand silently in the shower with your heartbeat echoing in your ears.  There’s nothing you can do.  You squat down, hugging your knees.  There’s no good option.   

The shower curtain slowly draws open and he looms above you.

“My turn, baby."  The glint of a knife–your own kitchen knife–catches your eye. He tilts his head slightly and observes you for a moment.  Then he pulls your hair and violently forces you to your feet. You begin to slip and he catches you, then manhandles you out of the tub and you whimper. You’re thrashing around wet and naked.  He drags you to the bathroom sink and puts you between him and the sink, both of you facing the mirror. He reaches out and wipes the mirror with his robe to make sure you can see. 

The sight is surreal. You’re completely nude with Ghostface up against you.  One gloved hand cups your breast while the other raises the knife.  He stays behind you and holds your own kitchen knife to your throat.  

He inhales audibly. “So clean and so filthy.”  

You elbow him in the gut. “Let go of me.” 

“Afraid not, baby. . .” The hand leaves your breast and slides lower.  He presses on your hip, bringing you tight against him. “Too late now.” His hips push forward and the massive shape of his hard cock makes you weak. 

He holds you still with just one of his big arms as you struggle.  “Coulda had it how ya wanted.” 

The unwelcome throb between your legs is spreading through your abdomen. 

“Now you’re gonna take it right here.”  He keeps you pinned to the counter, the arm with the knife holding you still while he lifts his robe and tugs his PJ pants down.  “You’ve put me behind you after all.”  He jerks you back against him, pulling you off the counter and holding you tight against his hard dick.  He lightly trails the tip of the knife down your cleavage and your stomach, dipping into your belly button on its way down to your mound. Then he holds it handle-up and teases your cunt with the flat of the knife as you watch in the mirror. The cold metal sends a shiver down your spine and you watch your nipples harden.

“Who are you?”

“Your favorite bad guy. Ask me a. . . harder one.” He grinds himself against you.

“What do you want?”

“To know what your insides feel like.” You suck in a deep breath and register the smell of weed as his cock twitches against your bare skin. “When I’m awake,” he adds. 

He pries your legs apart with his knee, then his glove brushes your inner thighs as he aligns his cock at your entrance. “Oh you’re ready ready,” he says. He notches himself with the thick head of his cock resting snug against your wet little hole, then he holds you tight and shoves himself into you with a sigh.  You have to try not to moan with the most welcome stretch. “Hell yeah,” the mask says into your ear. Thank God you’re so wet, because there is a lot of him. He pulls back, then slams into you, bottoming out with a grunt then another sigh. You watch your face in the mirror and try to wipe the enjoyment off it. 

The hand with the knife rests against your chest as he pounds you. “You’re lucky you’re so hot.” You want to memorize the feeling of his cock inside you so you can come to it later instead of giving him the satisfaction right now.  He pants as he thrusts into you harder.  “So. . .damn. . . hot.” You look down watching your breasts jiggle as he rails you. “I don’t think so. . . baby.” He grabs your chin and makes you look back up at the mirror. Your drooping eyelids give away how good you feel. 

“Take it like a bad girl.” He grunts and brutally fucks you in the way you’re afraid only he can. No, no, you shouldn’t be thinking thoughts like this. “A real bad girl.” A climax is gathering in your lower belly.  “Cock hungry little slut,” he bites and it makes you twitch. “This pussy’s mine now, you know.” 

He buries himself inside you for another minute and makes it rough. “Now or never baby," he pants. “Know you wanna come on this cock.” God, you do. “Do it now.”  He slams into you harder than ever and groans as he begins to pulse inside you.  You can’t stop it. The feeling of his climax trips you into your own.  Your needy cunt chokes his cock, milking him of an unfathomable load.  He fucks you through it and your body jerks into his imposing, robed form. His cum is in every crevice of your core.  You can’t help but moan and sigh.

“Good girl,” he says.

His cock slides out of you, leaving a void that slowly caves in on itself. He tucks it back into his pants. 

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Ghostface forcibly positions your chin to take one last look in the mirror. Then he picks up your phone from the counter and forces you to swipe the camera on.  He points it at the mirror and says, “say cheese.” He tosses your phone back on the counter, then slams you chest-first into the back of the door with an impact. He holds the knife to the side of your neck and says, “you’re welcome.” He really smells like weed.

“Now where’s my knife.”

“I don’t have it,” you claim. 

“I don’t believe you.” 

“What’s so special about it?”

“It’s mine.” 

“The cops have it.” 

“No they don’t. Why are you lying?”

You’re not really sure. He presses the flat of the knife so hard against your throat you start to choke. “Okay,” you manage hoarsely. He lets you breathe.  You look behind him toward the toilet. 

He drags you by the elbow to the toilet. He opens the back of it and the knife is wrapped up in a grocery bag. “You watch too many movies,” he says. He pushes you out of the way, opens the door, and leaves. The song turns to Call Me by Blondie.

NEXT: PART 3

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Please engage (reblog/comment)  if you want more of this <333 It might go a long way in motivation.

Yes this is my night walks coded ghostface but I think most people reading this don't know what night walks is lol.

Call Me:This Blog::Red Right Hand:Canon. But in this case it especially makes sense 🥹

@hearteyed-shawty had a song rec last time: I'm Yours by Isabel Derosa.

Slasher master list

@ghostslittlegf @sunflowerleii @igotmajordaddyissues @rileyquinn07

[tsunomenom]

short king | yt22 smau

♡ summary: yuki hard launched over winter break but no one realized how tall you were till you’re photographed together in the melbourne paddock (essentially making the internet explode over your height difference & how cute your relationship is)

♡ pairing: yuki tsunoda x gf!reader

♡ warnings: none just fluff

♡ faceclaim: minnie mills

♡ a/n: this is a little short but i might post more of this pairing in the future (if that’s something you guys would want 🫣

masterlist

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f1gossip

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f1gossip Yuki Tsunoda photographed with girlfriend, YN LN as they entered the VCARB motorhome today.

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user887 they’re adorable 🤧

user120 SHES TALL I REPEAT SHES TALL

user881 EVERYONES TALL TO YUKI 😭

user977 user881 that’s just cruel 😭

user98 THEIR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE STFU-

user904 TALL QUEEN??

user654 TALL QUEEN 🤩

user021 THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE 😭😭😩😩😩😩😩😩

user927 IVE DIED- THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE THE FITS THE BODY LANGUAGE— THEYRE ADORABLE 😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣

user565 paddock it couple??

user196 YESS

user225 obsessed with them 😭

user981 they’re like perfect for each other 😭😭🤧

—— twitter

replies —

user881 it’s f1’s tomdaya 😭

user002 as he should ‼️‼️

user765 tall gf x short bf is always a POWER COUPLE 😭

user923 HONESTLY

user454 IM OBSESSED WITH THEM 😭😭😭

user921 tall girl recognition is so special to me

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user981 OMG 😭

user102 THATS- 😭

user095 the fact she’s like short end of tall but still taller than him 💀

user410 i mean any taller would be crazyyyy 😭😭

user329 THATS LIKE A PERFECT HEIGHT DIFFERENCE 😭😭

user410 ITS LIKE GOALS FR

user923 quickly becoming my favorite couple 🫣🫣

user410 i fear im parasocial about them 🤧

user923 i’m actually their pet cat 🤧🤧

user991 IM OBSESSED 😭

—— instagram

yourusername

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yourusername aussie date night with my short king (i don’t think he’s that small guys 🤷‍♀️)

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user983 BYE NOT THE TINY YUKI 😭

yourusername no idea what you mean he looks reallyyy tall here 🤷‍♀️

user983 right you right my bad 😭

user107 MYY FAVORITE WAG 💀💀

avantika that’s CRUEL

yourusername 🫣😭

user990 THIS IS COUPLE GOALS GUYS ‼️‼️

user804 SHE SLAYYS

lola.tung LOOK AT YOUU 😍

yourusername ILY 🫶🏻

francisca.cgomes beautiful girl 😍

yourusername mwah mwah 🫶🏻🫶🏻

yukitsunoda0511 YOURE SO 😍😝

yourusername AW POOKIE 🤭🤭

yukitsunoda0511 YN 😭 WTF

yourusername whaaa what happened 🤷‍♀️

yukitsunoda0511 😭😭

user021 TINY YUKI 😭😭😭

user103 YUKI WAS EVEN SHOCKED 😭

user978 he got caught up in how hot his gf is 😭😭💀💀

lando can’t believe you’d do him like that 🙂‍↔️

yourusername whaaat he’s a short king ☹️☺️

user299 yourusername bye that’s iconic 😭😭😭

danielricciardo see i know you edited that photo yuki isn’t that tall ☝️

yourusername you got me 🫤😔

yukitsunoda0511 i’m being bullied.

user765 YN quickly becoming everyone’s favorite wag:

user067 wow yuki is way taller in that photo! great picture angles queen! ♥︎ by author

lilymhe you’re actually my favorite person ever 😭😭

yourusername i’m flattered omg 🤭

—— yourusername instagram story

caption 1 i’ve been told by an unnamed source (yuki) that i need to apologize for bullying him on the internet (consider the next slide my formal apology) caption 2: my SINCEREST apologies to my sweet sweet tiny little baby pookie

replies—

yukitsunoda0511 this doesn’t feel like an apology 🤨

➥ yourusername oh! that’s because it’s not hope this helps ☺️

➥ yukitsunoda0511 that’s just cruel treating your short king bf this way 🙂‍↔️

➥ yourusername the internet started it i’m just fueling the fans 🤭

➥ yukitsunoda0511 MENACE 😭

➥ yourusername i love you too 😚

➥ yukitsunoda0511 🥲 i love you (even though you’re a bully)

user992 NEVER CHANGE QUEEN 😭

user021 THE MEMES 😭😭😭

user192 this is so gen z i love it💀💀

lilymhe BYE 😭😭😭😭

avantika formula one fans don’t know how unhinged you are yet 😭

➥ yourusername they’re learning so very slowly 😭😭😭

user876 my favorite f1 couple BY FAR 😭😭😭😭😭

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yukitsunoda0511

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yukitsunoda0511 my tall girl dump 🩵

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user985 STOPPP 😣😭

user765 me thinking this was a cute dump until i got to the last slide: 🥲

pierregasly EVIL 😭😭

yukitsunoda0511 this is revenge‼️

user525 I CANT 😭 THEY HAVE THE SAME SENSE OF HUMOR

user945 we better continue getting embarrassing photos of them both cause this is iconic 😭😭😭

yourusername YUKI WTF 😭

yukitsunoda0511 whaaaa my finger must’ve slipped 🤷‍♂️

yourusername I CANT STAND YOU 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

lilymhe BABY YN 😭😭

yourusername i was the same height as yuki is now

yukitsunoda0511 yourusername WTF

isackhadjar despite the last photo this is actually a very cute post 😭

user917 the fact they can joke with each other like this is what makes them goals 😭😭

user876 the height difference also helps

user917 that it does.

user673 YN WAS ADORABLE AS A KID 😭😭

user826 couple goals 😭😭

user918 super parasocial rn 🥲🥲

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yourusername

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yourusername that’s a wrap on melbourne!! was gonna do a cute lil dump but realized i already posted like every photo i took so enjoy the only one no one posted 🤷‍♀️😚

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avantika too chronically online to save photos for a dump 💀

yourusername shhh don’t call me out im supposed to be cool and mysterious 👀👀

user914 CUTIES 😭😭

user376 tomdaya of f1 ‼️

user995 short king x tall queen 😝

lilymhe had so much fun!! can’t wait till next time😚

yourusername mwah you’re the best 🫶🏻🫶🏻

francisca.cgomes best person to wander around the paddock with!

yourusername love ya kiks 🫶🏻

user934 this is the cutest 😭😭

user109 her little grin theyre so in looooove 😭😭😭😭

user522 PADDOCK IT COUPLE ‼️

user876 POINTS FOR YUKI!!! YUKI DOMINATION ‼️‼️‼️

user995 YUKI DOMINATION ‼️

yukitsunoda0511 i love you sm 🩵 thank you for being my lucky charm this weekend and for always supporting me 🙃

yourusername i love you so much yuki and im always your biggest fan 🥹🥲🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[clerc16]

EVERYONE ADORES YOU (AT LEAST I DO)

3 times in which charles tried to win Y/N over, and the 1 time she caved in.

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: none.

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yourusername life recently 🌸

charles_leclerc cute

charles_leclerc hi Y/N

yourusername hey

charles_leclerc you look cutee

yourusername well aware you mentioned it before but thank you

yourbsf gorg!!!!

yourusername all youuu!!

user6 i bet charles is screaming crying throwing up because Y/N was not this enthusiastic whilst replying to him

pierregasly i can confirm

maxverstappen i can also confirm

oscarpiastri me too

charles_leclerc not cool guys. not cool.

user8 i love how honest the drivers are

user9 and how honest charles is too because she IS looking cute

francisca.cgomes miss you!!!

yourusername miss you more love! meet soon?

charles_leclerc meet at an f1 race! fun and exciting

user1 i find it hilarious how Y/N is ignoring all of charles’ attempts

user4 literally giggling i love her

user5 my mother

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yourusername day out with my love 💞��💖

francisca.cgomes the best time ever as always <3

yourusername mwah!

pierregasly please stop stealing my girlfriend from me

yourusername she is MY gf 🤫

francisca.cgomes honestly pierre don’t disturb us

pierregasly get yourself a real partner and STAY AWAY FROM HER

charles_leclerc i volunteer as tribute

maxverstappen charles, no

user9 Y/N i beg you give charles a chance

oscarpiastri Y/N i am begging you too

alexalbon me too. i am tired of this.

scuderiaferrari same.

charles_leclerc what a duo!!! f1 race next? ;)

yourusername No sorry

user6 Y/N LMFAOOOO

user3 oh poor charles

user0 i just heard charles scream loudly into his pillow

arthur_leclerc spoiler alert: he did

user1 mothers are mothering !!!!

user4 charles baby i think you need to start giving up now

charles_leclerc never back down never what

user4 he’s completely lost the plot

charles_leclerc wow 😍

yourbsf get a job stay away from her!!!

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yourusername spontaneous museum day out

charles_leclerc if you were a painting you would be a masterpiece

yourusername pipe down, leclerc

charles_leclerc :(

yourusername sad faces do NOT work on me 💪

scuderiaferrari just say yes. the whole team is begging you.

maxverstappen not part of the team, but i am begging you too.

pierregasly i cannot be seen in ferrari red, but i beg you too.

alexalbon not a spot of red in my team but i also am begging you to say yes.

oscarpiastri yeah what they all said

francisca.cgomes take me with you next timeeee

yourusername come to monaco!!!

yourbsf do not forget to invite me omg

user1 all the drivers have lost it i am LOVING this

user7 charles is always so down bad in her comments it is hilarious

charles_leclerc my pain is NOT funny.

yourusername it truly is, leclerc

charles_leclerc omg heyyy Y/N

charles_leclerc yk race weekend is coming up right?????? 😁😁😁

yourusername don’t count on me

lewishamilton i didn’t want to involve myself in this but Y/N please say yes before next season comes because i cannot handle him crying in the garage

yourusername omg lewlew whatever u say king!

charles_leclerc SO YOU’RE COMING TO THE NEXT RACE?

yourusername don’t tell lewis i said this, but no

pierregasly ENDED HIM

charles_leclerc shut up pierre

user6 CHARLES FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE IN THESE COMMENTS BRO

user3 Y/N eating as always!

user9 WHY ARE WE NOT DISCUSSING CHARLES’ DISGUSTING PICK UP LINE IM CRYING HES SO CORNY

yourusername i know right, flattering me tho

charles_leclerc am i seeing this correctly? flattering? you’re flattered?

yourusername don’t you have a job to attend to?

charles_leclerc YOURE FLATTERED

scuderiaferrari he’s squealing in the middle of a meeting, calm down please.

lilymhe i miss youuuu

yourusername soooon <3

user8 wait i might be reaching do you think Y/N caved in

user1 no she is NOT that easy to convince

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charles_leclerc pretty win in front of a pretty girl ❤️

yourusername how charming

charles_leclerc that’s all you really

yourusername why thank you charles

pierregasly WAR. IS. OVER.

francisca.cgomes my girlfriend

charles_leclerc ? stay back

pierregasly we’re in this one together mate

yourbsf you did not get a job and you did not stay away from her. ok.

yourusername it’s okay, kinda glad he didn’t

charles_leclerc ASDNDLSBLXJWOSJ

oscarpiastri FINALLY!!!!!!!!! my parents lowkey

yourusername HIGHKEY even

charles_leclerc you’re officially adopted!

maxverstappen two celebrations in one 🎉🎉🎉

lewishamilton thank you for listening to my advice, Y/N

user6 AAAHAHHAHAHAHKSLDLEKWKWKKDJSKWKJ

user2 MY ROMAN EMPIRE

user8 see guys joblessness WORKS

yourusername it does

scuderiaferrari this calls for a celebratory dinner. not because you won but because she caved in

charles_leclerc ? thanks ig?

yourusername SHHHH CHARLIE DONT SAY NO TO FREE FOOD thank you ferrari :))

user0 SHE WENT FROM LECLERC TO CHARLES TO CHARLIE AAAAAAAAA

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yourusername loser. my cute loser.

charles_leclerc YOURS

yourusername yes!!!!

pierregasly my job here is done

yourbsf so adorable actually

charles_leclerc is this the comment of approval?

yourbsf possibly

charles_leclerc VAMOS

francisca.cgomes you are still my girlfriend tho

yourusername absolutely

charles_leclerc No

pierregasly NO.

user3 HER 😭 CUTE 😭 LOSER 😭

user7 charles i am so sorry for bullying you

user2 the real question is how did he pull her with no flirting abilities

yourusername he’s hot so it gave him bonus points

charles_leclerc YOU THINK I’M HOT

user5 you know what. fair play charles. fair play

user1 next time i try to ask someone out i’ll use the charles leclerc technique

lilymhe MY BABIES

yourusername double date soon?

francisca.cgomes make that a triple date!

alexalbon WHAT LILY SAID

user0 officially my parents i love them a lot

── ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

[sanjisleggy]

welcome to cupid island (black leg sanji x reader) [pt1]

a/n: omg so i did not expect the post i made about this idea to pop off so hard ;0; thank you to everyone who commented their interest in this fic! hopefully i managed to tag everyone who asked to be tagged 

contents: jealous sanji, some fluff, a tiny bit of angst (a mere taste of what’s to come)

wc. 2.5k

PART 2

i. 

“doesn’t it bother you at all?” Nami asked, tilting her head in the direction of a familiar blond head of hair. “that he’s like that?” Sanji remains unaware of his crewmates’ attention being directed his way, too engaged in conversation with a group of ladies, soaking up all their kind words and light touches. Robin chuckles behind her hand whilst Zoro rolls his eyes, taking another sip of his fifth drink for the night. 

“no, not really,” you reply with a soft laugh yourself as you continue to watch your boyfriend wiggle in joy at all the attention he was receiving. “it’s pretty harmless and i know he knows not to take it too far.” Zoro rolls his eyes again.

“you have a lot of faith in the cook, don’t you?” Robin interjects with a warm smile. she’s always been intrigued by the dynamic between the Straw Hats’ chef and botanist. “most people would count what he’s doing as ‘taking it too far’, don’t you think?” she asks and to an onlooker it might sound like a challenge of some sort but you know Robin’s just curious.

“you’re right,” you reply, “both you and Nami.” you reach out to give the navigator sitting beside you a side hug. “i just think we have a special kind of understanding, if that makes sense.”

“whatever floats your boat.” Zoro speaks for the first time since you guys entered the bar. “knowing the shitty cook, i just have a feeling he won’t be so patient if the tables were turned.”

“i’d have to agree.” Nami hums thoughtfully before cracking a smile. “but you’re such a catch, it won’t be long until someone threatens to take his place, huh?” though you feel your face heat up at the compliment, you simply shake your head and laugh, glancing over once more at your beloved.

this time, his eyes catch yours and a wide, goofy grin spreads across his face. Sanji waves, body swaying slightly from the alcohol.

“HI MY SWEET (Y/N)!” he yells with a certain lack of restraint that only comes with being inebriated. before you can react, he wobbles over to your table, ignoring the curious glances and calls from the women he was chatting to before. walking up behind your chair, Sanji slumps over and wraps his arms around your chest, nuzzling his face into your neck. “‘m tired now. let’s go to bed?” he mumbles, continuing to rub his stubbly face against your skin.

after a whole thirty minutes of slowly guiding him back to the Merry and into your shared quarters, you finally manage to make it to bed. you tuck Sanji in before crawling to his side. still barely awake, he hums and pulls you close, tucking your head under his chin and tangling his long legs with yours under the blanket. his hands find their way under the back of your shirt, fingers lightly brushing gentle circles into your skin.

“did you have a fun night?” you ask as you press a soft kiss to his collarbone.

“mmhmm,” he hums. “all the pretty ladies asked me so many questions about our adventures,” Sanji’s words got more muffled by the syllable as he spoke while burying his face in your hair, “but all i could really tell them was about how awesome and sexy you are when you beat up assholes and whatever.”

“oh, really?” you can’t help but continue the conversation even though you can tell how close to falling asleep he is.

“mmhmm…” Sanji takes a comically big whiff of your hair. “time for sleep. goodnight, my love.”

“goodnight, sweet boy.” 

ii.

the next morning you dock at a new island that seems fairly peaceful enough for everyone to go about and explore on their own. Luffy, Usopp and Chopper run off to god knows where so the rest of you opt to stick together.

still slightly hungover, Sanji hugs your arm as you stroll down the bustling streets, trailing behind Robin, Nami and Zoro. before you can ask if he’d like to go rest in bed, he suddenly perks up and breaks off from the group to go greet a group of well-dressed women.

actually, now that you think of it–

“doesn’t it seem like everyone is super dressed up here?” you point out, eyes scanning the crowd. all the men and women look well-groomed and don very clean, stylish outfits.

“it’s not just the people,” Nami responds, “the whole town looks decorated for some kind of festival don’t you think?”

“whatever’s going on, there’s far too much pink,” Zoro scoffs halfheartedly.

“it’s Valentine’s Week!” an eavesdropping passerby shares. “we celebrate it here on Cupid’s Island every year. it’s when everyone’s encouraged to woo their romantic interests or propose to their significant others. this year’s special, though.”

“and why’s that?” Robin asks.

“on the last day is when our crown prince Aphr is going to ascend the throne and choose his queen. it’ll be the final thing we celebrate as a town before Valentine’s Week ends! you guys are tourists, right? you should stay until then.”

“when’s that?”

“three days from now!”

“thats roughly how long we have until the log pose sets so i don’t see why not.” Nami shrugs.

after thanking the stranger for their help, the four of you decide to settle lodging for the whole crew until it’s time to leave. as the others discuss further details, you opt to look for Sanji to reel him back to the group. you spot his back a few metres away but before you can call out for him, an old lady grabs your arm.

“hey!” you cry out instinctively, instantly capturing the attention of your crewmates as well as your lover whose eyes dart around frantically looking for you. meanwhile, Nami, Robin and Zoro ready themselves for a possible fight.

“it’s time for a love reading!” the old lady announces and everyone around you cheers. “come, take a seat.” she ushers you to a stool just beside her.

“what’s going on?” you ask, still apprehensive but less on-edge than you were a second ago.

“it’s a Valentine’s Week tradition, my dear, nothing to worry about.” she straightens your clothes and tidies  your hair as you take a seat, glancing over at your crewmates for reassurance. Zoro nods, hands at the ready. “i heard you were tourists so i’ll do this reading for free, dearie.”

before you can ask what the hell she’s talking about, she closes her eyes and waves her hands around in an odd manner. the surrounding crowd goes quiet, seemingly entranced by the display, looking almost eager for what’s to come. the only movement comes from Sanji who’s now pushing through the locals to get to you.

then, out of the blue, the old lady gasps as her eyes shoot open. she stares at you incredulously for a second before turning to the audience.

“her score is a hundred out of a hundred!”

just as Sanji reaches you to pull you into a protective embrace, the entire street roars with excitement at the elderly woman’s news.

“what the hell does that mean?” Sanji murmurs. you wonder to yourself the same thing, finding comfort in the chaos from the warmth of his body pressed against yours as well as the knowledge that, without fail, he came right to you when he thought you were in danger.

iii.

much to the entire crew’s relief, your perfect score was apparently nothing but good news. for the next two days, you and your companions are treated like VIPs, much to Nami’s pleasure because it resulted in free lodging at the swankiest hotel.

“all already fully paid for and it’s right beside the royal palace!” the random stranger who sponsored your rooms proudly proclaimed, his eyes scanned over your crewmates before landing and staying on you. “nothing but the best for this year’s prime candidate, of course.” 

“and who are we to say no to free things, right guys?” Nami instantly took him up on the offer before the man guided you to the elevators. as you streamed in, the last of the crew to enter the lift, the man took your hand and lifted it to his lips.

“and i hope you will consider me as your choice after this generous gift, milady,” he said after pressing a kiss to your skin. so shocked by the sudden turn of events, you could only stare at him in confusion as the rest of your companions’ jaws dropped.

“she’s taken,” Sanji growled as he grabbed your arm and tugged you to his chest. “thanks for the free rooms but kindly fuck off. now. or i’ll kick your ass so hard the whole hotel is gonna collapse.”

though it was the first, it was certainly not the last time people approached you to shower you with compliments and gifts. while their methods of wooing you vary widely from handmade snacks to reciting poems, one thing they all have in common was how unabashed their attempts are.

“i think our chef’s about to lose it,” Robin observes as the few of you stroll down the street booths to soak in all the festivities. “he’s flirting with the local women as usual but it’s like his eyes are glued onto you,” she laughs, gesturing in his direction.

turning around to see what she means, you bite back a laugh of your own when you spot your beloved partner a few booths away. although surrounded by women who are clearly interested in reciprocating his advances, Sanji’s eyes are blown wide open and staring right at you. his face turns red when you wave and shoot him a smile.

“excuse me, i have a gift for you–” the nth unfamiliar voice of the day tears your attention away from your boyfriend as you turn around to respond to your new pursuer. before you can reject their present, though, you feel a sudden overwhelming presence behind you as the stranger’s face turns pale.

looking up, you’re greeted by the scowling face of your favourite chef, cigarette between his teeth nearly cut in half from how hard he’s biting it. his sharp gaze pierces the man in front of you. if looks could kill, it would’ve been a massacre.

“hey sweet boy,” you greet, reaching out to cup his face in your hand, head still looking straight up at him as he towers behind you. the moment your skin makes contact with his, Sanji’s body relaxes and he turns his gaze to you, his eyes now round and shining. he holds your hand to his face, the size of his hand engulfing the entirety of yours.

“ya finally done flirting with women, shitty cook?” Zoro yells from a short distance away. Sanji shouts back his own retort as usual, all the while still pressing your hand to his cheek. when he’s done verbally abusing his friend, he returns his attention to the stranger still standing in front of you, now seemingly frozen in place, wrapped present still held in his shaking hands.

“and you.” Sanji mutters. “beat it.” 

iv. 

for the rest of the day, as the sun made its slow descent from the sky, the blond haired cook stayed glued to your side.

“it’s like he’s your stupid guard dog or something,” Zoro snorted; and though he’d meant it in a derogatory sense, you could kind of see where he was coming from. Sanji had never looked so threatening in the time you’ve known him, his gaze was sharp with his fist clenched at his side (his other hand was holding yours) and it looked like he was ready to pounce on whichever poor soul tried to steal you away from him next.

“oh my god, he’s actually like a dog,” Nami concurred with an amused look on her face when she observed how the chef only lost his tough guy act whenever you paid him any attention. the second you talked to him or looked his way, he would instantly snap back to his normal sweet self.

“it’s quite endearing in a weird way,” Robin added. neither Nami or Zoro agreed out loud but shared the same sentiment. 

after sunset, you find yourself reunited with the rest of your crew for dinner. with your free rooms came access to the hotel’s fanciest restaurant (much to Luffy’s delight) and (to Sanji’s horror) even richer men and women trying to make you fall in love with them.

“i wonder how much this is gonna cost,” Luffy says at one point, words muffled from how much food he’s stuffing into his mouth.

“it’s all free,” Robin answers, “everything here was sent by and paid for by the other patrons.” She turns to look at you, propping up her arm by her elbow to rest her chin on her hand. “our dear (Y/N) sure is popular here.” she says, smiling endearingly when she notices how Sanji shuffles his chair closer to yours in response.

without saying a word, he reaches out under the table to hold your hand. the relief he feels when you give him a light squeeze in return makes his heart sink the lowest it ever has the entire time your crew set foot on Cupid Island and he can’t really put his finger on the reason. 

shouldn’t i feel happy she’s still willing to hold my hand?

Sanji pulls your hand over to rest atop his lap before choosing to forgo the rest of his dinner to simply play with your fingers. for a good while, you’re content with watching him quietly caress and rub your digits as though they’re the most precious things in the world, heart fluttering at the gesture. you can tell he’s thinking about something but decide that it’ll be better to ask him about it later in the privacy of your hotel room.

“excuse me, miss (Y/N)?” a deep voice says as the young man who owns it walks through the restaurant and towards your crew’s table. gasps erupt from every other table as all eyes fall on him and subsequently your group as well. seeing as its nothing new, most of your companions simply ignore him to continue eating and drinking to their hearts’ content. the man stops by your side, standing in between your chair and Sanji’s, seemingly undeterred by the sight of your hand resting on your beloved’s thigh.

“yes?” you respond simply, looking up at him. you’d be a liar if you said he wasn’t an attractive person, with his shiny soft hair, defined cheekbones and the brightest eyes you’ve ever seen; but his looks alone do nothing to your heart.

the man drops to one knee before you and just a split second after, you feel Sanji tighten his grip on your hand. his palms turning cold and clammy as he glares at the intruder forcing himself in between you and him. the rest of your crew freeze in place, mouths agape at the sight playing out before them.

“my name is Prince Aphr of Cupid Island and i would like to officially court you for your eventual hand in marriage.”

to be continued

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Soft Hard Launch - CL16

Charles Leclec x Youtuber! Reader

Summary: After fans start speculating about the man in Y/N's vlogs Charles gives up on the soft launch entirely.

Yourinstagram

Liked by sabrinacarpenter, charlesleclerc, and 894,093 others

yourinstagram I finally posted on Youtube! Check out the vlog, link in bio <3

user1 I can't believe mother has finally posted!

user2 Not Y/N posting a man in a vlog and on IG thinking we wouldn't say something

-> user3 no fr! like we see him! who is he?

user4 He better treat you right!

tarayummy we need to vlog together again soon! liked by creator

user5 Ariana! What are you doing here? (Charles)

-> user6 No cause I was thinking the same thing! What is a vroom vroom boy doing in her likes?

--> user7 hi! I'm a newer fan but who is Charles?

---> user6 Charles Leclerc! He's a Ferrari driver in Formula 1!

oliviarodrigo So beautiful!

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Texts between Charles and Reader

Ferrari Instagram

Liked by charlesleclerc, yourinstagram, and 2,906,680 others

scuderiaferrari We have Youtuber and Fashion Influencer Y/N L/N joining us this weekend in Ferrari!

user14 I feel like the one fan who shipped her and Charles might actually be onto something!

user15 Mother! I'm so happy to see my worlds colliding.

user16 back at it again with letting random influencers who knows nothing about the sport into the paddock

charlesleclerc I would make an amazing tour guide!

-> landonorris of course you would lover boy

user17 WE SAW THAT LANDO

-> user18 what happened?

--> user19 Lando replied to Charles comment saying "of course you would love boy"

Instagram Stories

charlesleclerc: you posted me

-> youruser: And Lewis!

user20: What are you doing in the paddock?

user20: I see you're posting your man

sabrinacarpenter: I wanna see the fit!

-> youruser: I'll text them to you soon! I'm waiting for the professional ones from when I was walking in!

user21: So it's Charles?

Charles Instagram

Liked by landonorris, yourinstagram, maxverstappen1, and 3,980,784 others

charlesleclerc Oh how the past year has been amazing. ti amo fino alla luna e ritorno

user27 omg "I love you to the moon and back"

user28 Oh he was tired of not being the one she was shipped with

user29 so officially parents

oliviarodrigo better be treating mother well!

-> charlesleclerc yes maam

user30 I can't believe mother is really with a vroom vroom boy

aurthurleclerc maman wants to know when she will be coming to the next family dinner

-> youruser You tell her I will be there whenever she wants me to be! I love her cooking

user31 I love that his family already knows her

[lewisvinga]

battle of the nepo babies | lance stroll x fem! reader

summary; just two nepo babies living their nepo baby lives together

fc; bella hadid

warnings; hate comments

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minkyungseokie @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote

note; requested !

masterlist !

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liked by lance_stroll, yourbestfriend, and others !

yourusername: i’m gonna ask father to make me a stable like the stroll’s stable

tagged; lance_stroll

lance_stroll: my fave cowgirl

yourusername: ride a horse save a cowboy or however the saying goes

username: she’s just like me omg

username: isn’t she rich , can’t she have her own stable 😭

username: nepo baby to the maxxxxxx

yourbestfriend: babe ur father literally made stables for u when u we’re 5…..

yourusername: lemme take u to the stroll’s stable, it’s SICKKKK

username: oh to be a nepo baby and have my father build me stables at 5…..

username: she’s sooooo pretty 😍

username: i love them sm🙁☹️

username: the best model itwwww

username: she’s just a nepo baby let’s be fr 🙄

username: username have you SEEN her walk? that girl has one of the best walks of this generation let’s be so fr 🥱🥱🥱nepo baby or not she is one of the top models! liked by lance_stroll !

username: omg not lance liking a comment defending y/nnnnn, i love them sm🥺🥺🥺🥺

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lance_stroll uploaded to their story !

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yourusername uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; pretty boy] [caption 2; lance after he hid MY wallet because he says ‘i don’t need it’ 🙄🙄( don’t tell him i have my card on apple pay🤭 )]

lance_stroll replied to your story !

lance_stroll wait wdym it’s on ur apple pay

yourusername babe do u really think i rmbr to bring my wallet everywhere ?

lance_stroll well i’m not w u everywhere 🤔

yourusername lancey we both have $$$$ i can pay for myself😕

lance_stroll no i wanna spoil u next , ur father spoiled you ur whole life it’s my turn now😕😕

yourusername i can say the same abt u🙄

lance_stroll ok true

lance_stroll i saw someone on twitter say we’re the battle of the nepo babies😭😭

yourusername LMAOOOO

yourusername i’m making that my next caption 😁

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liked by lance_stroll, yourbestfriend, and others !

yourusername: battle of the nepo babies

tagged; lance_stroll

lance_stroll: you actually did it wow

yourusername: i’m hurt u doubted me lance

lance_stroll: love you ❤️

yourusername: love love love you

username: THE CAPTION LMAOO???

username: omg are lance and y/n my oomfs on twitter ??!2’dojs

username: U WERE THE BATTLE OF THE NEPO BABIES TWEET??

username: be careful who u call oomf, it MIGHT be lance & y/n‼️‼️‼️‼️

username: they’re so goals ugh i love🥺🥹

username: they saw ppl hating on them being nepo babies n they said we don’t gaf!!!

yourbestfriend: cute n all but can you both use your nepo baby powers so i can be offered a pink mini kelly instead of a tan constances???😁😁😁

yourusername: i got u🫡🫡

lance_stroll: going to the hermes in canada as we speak

username: y/b/f is so real for that 🫡🫡

username: ‘nepo baby powers’ does this signify the end of the battle of the nepo babies 🤔🤔

[onlyangel4]

team papaya. op81. smau.

norris!reader x oscar piastri

when lando's actress sister attends her first race weekend fans can't help but notice that she is close to a particular australian

faceclaim: ella purnell

y/nnorris

liked by landonorris, oscarpiastri, alexandrasaintmleux and 1,432,203 others

y/nnorris: filming just wrapped, what am i suppossed to do with my life now

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landonorris: you could always come watch your fav sibling race

y/nnorris: flo is doing a horse race?

user1: y/n is fucking brutal

oscarpiastri: monaco is next weekend....

y/nnorris: i am picking up what you are putting down mister piastri

alexandrasaintmleux: please please please come to monaco, you can meet leo

y/nnorris: now you have sold me

user2: y/n norris is ready to steal all the wags

user3: i really hope we get y/n race content

y/nnorris posted a story

written: am i one of the cute insta girlies yet

y/nnorris posted a story tagging landonorris

written: i surprise lando by showing up in monaco he comes over takes a picture with me like i'm some fan before realising "Oh shit that's my sister" fucksake

ln4updates

liked by user4, user5, user6 and 43,293 others

ln4updates: after confusing his sister for a fan lando norris has brought y/n norris to the monaco grand prix. this is y/n's first race due to her very busy acting schedule. i am so happy to finally see her in the paddock!

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user4: i am forever forgetting that they are related

user5: i hope we get y/n in the paddock more

user6: she is so cute omg

y/nnorris posted a story

written: i'm a proper mclaren girlie now

landonorris replied to your story: who took this picture, did you bully one of the interns

y/nnorris: oscar did

landonorris: hmmm...

y/nnorris: what does that mean?

landonorris: hmmm...

y/nnorris

liked by landonorris, oscarpiastri, alexandrasaintmleux and 1,823,293 others

tagged: oscarpiastri. landonorris

y/nnorris: maybe i should come to more races, that was rather fun

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landonorris: it took me years to convince you to come to races and now you won't leave

y/nnorris: what can i say, i changed my mind....

oscarpiastri: i will always be happy to see your face in the garage

y/nnorris: that's it i'm convinced

landonorris: i don't know what this is but i know i don't like it

user7: oscar and y/n flirting on main omg

user8: please come to every race, your bts content is the best

oscarpiastri posted a story

written: boy have i missed the water

y/nnorris posted a story

written: am i a real monaco girlie now

landonorris replied to this story: who's boat is that

y/nnorris: i think you know

landonorris: i hate you

ln4fan

liked by user9, user10, user11 and 23,283 others

ln4updates: lowkey considering changing this account into a y/n norris fanpage because this girl is the best, i might just be her biggest fan. she has been to monaco, canada and spain, she slays every single time and gives us the best f1 content ever.

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user9: as an oscar fan i am so grateful for all the oscar content she gives us

user10: fr she posts him more than her own brother

user11: you can't be y/n's biggest fan, that is oscar jack piastri

user12: finally someone who understands. y/n is the best norris

y/nnorris posted a story

written: the fit for hungary

mclarenupdates

liked by user13, user14, user15 and 56,930 others

mclarenupdates: oscar and y/n entered the paddock together today. lando later met up with them in the mclaren garage but it seems like these two are really close...

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user13: i have been convinced that they are together since monaco

user14: they would be such a hot couple

user15: i know they probably aren't together but they should be

user16: pookies

y/nnorris

liked by oscarpiastri, landonorris, mclaren and 2,384,928 others

tagged: oscarpiastri

y/nnorris: so incredibly proud of you

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oscarpiastri: couldn't have done it without your support

y/nnorris: yeah me crying in the pits deffo made you go faster

landonorris: i told you i supported your relationship but did you really need to kiss in front of me, ew

y/nnorris: grow up

mclaren: our papaya girl

user17: i would pay good money to have gotten to see lando's reaction to them

user18: i am so in love with them

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[f1amour]

˖ ࣪ 𖥔 DAYLIGHT — OSCAR PIASTRI

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pairing: oscar piastri x sainz!reader

face claim ★ paola_cossentino

authors note: this is all fiction not hating on any drivers purposely it is just for the story. thinking of making this a little series if anyone has any requests form this pairing send them my way <3

navigation | masterlist (coming soon)

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yourusername endless bubble baths with lover boy 🫧🤍

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user1 they say carlos is the good looking one of the siblings but…y/n is a goddess, she wins

user2 it’s almost been a year PLEASE TELL US WHO IT IS

carlossainz55 i would to know as well please. also please block me when you post photos like this.

landonorris same

charles_leclerc same

maxverstappen1 same (i already know)

alex_albon same

user3 she’s been in a relationship for a year and her brother and friends are yet to know is CRAZY

alexandrasaintmleux can’t wait to see you next week!! (and lover boy too i guess🙄)

charles_leclerc YOU KNOW?! TELL ME PLEASE MON AMOUR

carlossainz55 she knows but you haven’t told your family?😔

yourusername can’t wait to see you 🫶🏼

yourusername replied to carlossainz55 the family knows except you…sorry hermano. you might purposefully crash into him on the track.

lilymhe gorgeous girl ✨💗

iamrebeccad carlos is freaking out now. you basically told him lover boy is on the grid😭

user4 i love how none of the guys know but all the wags know about lover boy

user5 PAUSE. LOVER BOY IS A DRIVER OMG.

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After weeks of speculating who may be the mystery boyfriend of Y/n Sainz sister of Carlos Sainz Jr. it was revealed a few days ago that Oscar Piastri is the guy she has been going out with for almost a year now.

Y/n Sainz is known for her fashion icon status but most known for her songwriting skills collaborating with artists like Olivia Rodrigo, Harry Styles, Billie Eilish, Niall Horan, Sabrina Carpenter, Ariana Grande, and Taylor Swift. She has yet to release her own music but it has been teased that 2025 might be the year she finally shares her own musical talents.

Y/n Sainz, 25 and Oscar Piastri, 22 arrived to the Melbourne airport ahead of the Australian Grand Prix next week which is the McLaren’s driver home race.

It had become gossip around the paddock regarding who the mystery boyfriend of the youngest Sainz sibling could be as only a handful of drivers were single. Some had started speculating Lando Norris was her new beau seeing as he has a close relationship with her brother but that was shut down when Lando was asked about the rumor in an interview.

It then became a rumor that the mystery boyfriend was Williams driver Logan Sargeant as they had shared a few hugs in the paddock and were seen at the same restaurant at the start of this year. But he has then shut down that rumor confirming he is in a relationship already.

Others started speculating Y/n was seeing Lance Stroll after he left a few likes and comments on her most recent provocative posts. Y/n was the one to shut the rumor down with a simple “lol. no.” on a comment left by a fan asking if she was dating the Aston Martin driver.

Fans started speculating the fashionista & song writer was back with her ex boyfriend, NBA player Devin Booker. They were in a long term relationship for 5 years but were constantly off and on. Fans believed Y/n was making up a cover story so everyone could focus on the drivers of Formula One and who she may be dating out of all of them instead of the fact she got back with her ex.

Y/n’s team refused to comment on the last rumor. The pair did not finish on the worst terms but not in the best either and have tried their best to avoid each other at any events they attend.

Now to the one who was not expected on this rumor mill up until now: Oscar Piastri. The 22 year old had shared his crush on the girl since being a reserve driver for Alpine in 2022. He even follows a few fan pages of the girl and was always one of the first people to like her posts.

Everyone teased him about it and still did during the 2023 season which was when he started dating the youngest Sainz. Y/n has shared a few moments with the McLaren driver but nothing that would alarm anyone into thinking they were seeing each other.

MORE ARTICLES BELOW…

Y/N SAINZ SPOTTED WITH OSCAR PIASTRIS FAMILY ON A DAY OUT AT THE BEACH

CARLOS SAINZ SEEN CHASING OSCAR PIASTRI AROUND THE PADDOCK

Y/N SAINZ AND OSCAR PIASTRI MAKE PADDOCK DEBUT

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liked by yourusername, nicolepiastri, charles_leclerc, mclaren, landonorris, and 457,385 others

oscarpiastri thanks for all the birthday wishes 🎉 special thanks to the gorgeous girl supporting me throughout this race weekend and for the rest to come. i love you to the moon.

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user1 ITS OFFICIAL OMG

user2 “for the rest to come” they are endgame.

carmenmmundt my favorite couple. happy birthday, oscar!

yourusername my favorite person. forever thankful to you. we would not be here if you didnt set us up that night lol

oscarpiastri thank you, like my star said we’ll forever be thankful to you setting us up

user3 “my star” HES DOWN SO BAD. also carmen set them up?! i love this so much

landonorris happy birthday mate!

yourusername just realizing your poster comes out in the last picture 🤨

landonorris even in photos i will thirdwheel 😌

yourusername i tried adding 23 candles but they said it could create a fire hazard. loser mclaren 😡

oscarpiastri we can have a redo at home anything you want

mclaren we have to keep our papaya queen safe✨

landonorris thought that was me 🥲

yourusername you’ve been replaced 😙

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liked by oscarpiastri, carmenmmundt, carlossainz55, landonorris, nicolepiastri, alexandrasaintmleux, charles_leclerc, and 1,495,538 others

yourusername my lover boy. my sunshine. my daylight. my world. my home. my safe space. all in one. getting set up on a date that we thought was meant to be a group dinner only to arrive at the same time expecting to see our friends but ended up just being you and i all night. it will be my favorite date ever. to know you is to know what love is and to have found a best friend in a lover. you are mine, my sunshine. te amo, oscar🏹☁️🤍🧸

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user1 1m likes in 5 minutes is CRAZY. oscy/n nation has take over 😌

user2 she made him a playlist of songs that make her think of him AND RELEASED A SONG SHE WROTE AND SUNG. Y/N SINGING DEBUT!!!

user3 she wrote him a song?! what is it called?

user2 daylight! it’s the most romantic song she has ever written. give it a listen trust me you won’t regret it user3

alexandrasaintmleux my favorite couple 💗

liked by yourusername and oscarpiastri

charles_leclerc collab when?

yourusername when and where?😌

lilymhe so happy the guys will stop annoying us to tell them who the bf was

alexalbon yeah i won’t ever get over all the girlfriends and wives knowing about this but not us 🤨

georgerussell63 same

pierregasly same

maxverstappen1 same (again i already knew)

lewishamilton jokes on everyone i caught them making out behind the mclaren motorhome last year, they said i was the first one to know

nicolepiastri thank you for reciprocating his crush on you😂 the family loves you and how great you two are together 💕

yourusername had to make his dream come true🤷🏻‍♀️ thank you for raising an amazing son! i love you and the rest of the piastri family 🫶🏼

carlossainz55 he really makes you happy…

yourusername he really does. it’s all you ever wanted for me, right? i’m not a little girl anymore, carlos. you don’t have to protect me anymore

carlossainz55 i’ll always protect my hermanita but…i can see how much he cares about you. and how much he loves you. i’ll stop chasing him like a mad man around the paddock…for now.

landonorris good. poor lad was starting to almost pass out after he would escape you😂

oscarpiastri my greatest gift i have received is you (and deylight) my pretty girl, i’m forever going to love you until we are old and wrinkly and until our last day on this earth. i will love you in all other universes. thank you for loving me. the love of my life, you are my love and life

yourusername making me cry, osc☹️ hurry up and get to the hotel so i can kiss you

[zuzu-tries-to-write]

Bonjour!! I just had a thought beauty and the beast inspired story of any length and add your own twist if you can. That's it, thank you, Hagd!!

(With the icon himself ofc💯)

Buh bye!!😁

Hello lovelies omg I’m so sorry for disappearing on you for so long I had tests and finals but uh I’m back! And honestly I love this idea, you didn’t specify exactly so I made it modern tho I feel like it’s sorta cringe hope you like it love!!!!

“The beast can get the beauty.”

Bakugo Katsuki had everything—top combat scores, unmatched power, a seat at the top of Class 1-A. But no one ever called him a prince.

Not with that temper.

Not with that sharp tongue, the way he barked orders, snapped at kindness, or treated compliments like insults. His words were nitroglycerin. He was all teeth, fire, and fury. Everyone respected him—but from a distance. A beast dressed in black.

But you?

You weren’t afraid of him.

Maybe you should’ve been.

⸻

You were beautiful—not just “crush-of-half-the-school” beautiful, but the kind that made people pause. The kind that came with softness, sure, but also wit, steel, and stubbornness. You wore your heart on your sleeve, even when the world told you not to. That’s what made you different to him. That’s why he noticed.

You smiled at him the first time you met. Not a nervous smile. Not a flirty one. Just a genuine, curious, sweet smile.

It pissed him off.

“Quit lookin’ at me like that,” he muttered when he caught you watching him during lunch.

You just tilted your head. “Like what?”

“Like I’m some kinda… tragic story.”

You smiled again. “I wasn’t. I was just thinking your hair’s cool. Like an explosion midair.”

He blinked. He didn’t know how to handle compliments that weren’t fake. And especially not from you.

“Shut up.”

But you didn’t.

⸻

You had a way of showing up around him. You’d sit next to him during training cooldowns, ask about his gauntlets, offer him water when he was burning through sweat and pride. Sometimes, he’d blow you off. Sometimes, he’d bark something cruel.

You never flinched.

And that made something ache in him.

Because even when he was nasty, even when he snapped and snarled, you stayed.

You weren’t scared of the beast.

You saw the boy beneath the claws.

⸻

One day, after a rough mission, you found him alone on the rooftop. His knuckles were bruised, ash still lingering on his uniform.

“You okay?” you asked softly.

He didn’t answer. Just kept staring at the horizon like it might punch back.

“Y’know,” you added gently, “you don’t have to push everyone away to protect them.”

“I don’t care what people think.”

“I know,” you replied. “But maybe… you care what I think.”

That got him to turn.

And for the first time, Bakugo Katsuki looked afraid. Not angry. Not annoyed.

Just afraid.

Because yeah—he did care what you thought. Too much. And he didn’t know when that happened.

“You always show up,” he said, like it was an accusation.

“I do.”

“Even when I’m a bastard.”

You smiled again. “Especially then.”

He stared at you for a long time. His voice was low, rough like gravel. “You make me feel like I’m not broken.”

“You’re not.”

He looked away. “I don’t deserve you.”

You reached out, gently touching the back of his hand. “Maybe I get to decide that.”

And for once—

He didn’t pull away.

He didn’t say anything.

Didn’t flinch.

Didn’t explode.

Just stared at you like you were something he didn’t know how to hold—but wanted to anyway.

“I’m serious, Katsuki,” you whispered. “You’re more than just how angry you get.”

The way his name fell from your lips—soft, natural—he hated how much he loved it.

His eyes dropped to your mouth.

For a second, the world held its breath. The wind paused. The sun dipped. All that existed was the electricity between you, the tension buzzing like it could set the whole school on fire.

Then—

Slowly, like he was giving you time to stop him, Bakugo leaned in.

And when his lips brushed yours?

It wasn’t aggressive like you’d expected. Not rushed. Not demanding.

It was careful.

Like you were something fragile and he’d been reckless too long.

Your breath hitched—and you kissed him back. One hand found his shoulder, the other slid gently up the back of his neck, fingers tangling in wild blond hair. He made a low sound in his throat—surprised, maybe even grateful—and deepened the kiss just slightly, still holding back more than he ever had before.

When you finally pulled apart, he was pink-cheeked, eyes wide.

And then he ruined the softness like always.

“Tch. Don’t tell anyone I went soft, dumbass.”

You laughed, brushing your thumb over the corner of his mouth. “Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me… Beast.”

He groaned. “I hate you.”

You grinned. “Sure you do.”

And when he pulled you back in for another kiss?

Yeah. You knew the truth:

Even beasts crave beauty.

[starmaidengarden]

@meime13 request: OMG, I just read what i requested, it was super cute, tbh, I didn't expected u to reply to my request, thank u very much, i think at this rate i'll become a bit greedy and always sending requests, ofc, if u don't mind, thank u very much Can I request smth else? Of course if u don't mind, may I request headcanons second year students (+Ace, if it's too much u can ignore it) with an s/o who's really sensitive, like can get provoked really easily and can cry from anger as well, and takes things personally sometimes without realizing it and sometimes unconsciously victimize herself and really subjective altho she claims to be "logical", and she absolutely hate this side of her and wish she was stone hearted person or emotionless and use her brain instead of her heart Sorry for too much yapping, it's ok if u don't accept the request, tbh i think i got a lil too excited, Take care

— 2nd years : ace : x gn!reader. victimize, ace being ace. established relationship. dividers : uzmacchiato!

a/n: no worries! I love your headcanons! Feel free to send as many requests as you like. There was a problem with the request where I couldn't add pictures. Sorry to do it this way again. hope you enjoy!!

Riddle Rosehearts ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ At first, Riddle might have a tough time with how you react—he used to keep his feelings bottled up, thinking they were a weakness. But when he sees you cry or take things seriously, it hits him hard.

⭑.ᐟ He really tries to tread carefully around you and feels bad if he comes off too harsh. “Being pushed by your emotions isn’t a bad thing. It just needs a little guidance instead of pushing it away.” He’ll help you find ways to handle your feelings better—like journaling, or even venting sessions.

Ace Trappola ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ At first, he might be kind of clueless and joke around too much, unintentionally setting you off. When he realizes his teasing has hurt you, his behavior changes completely. “Wait, I didn’t mean it like that! Damn, I’m really sorry—I was just messing around.” He’d feel really bad seeing you cry out of frustration or anger, especially if it was triggered by something he said.

⭑.ᐟ He doesn’t like seeing you hate yourself over your feelings and often tries to reassure you. “If you were just some emotionless robot, I probably wouldn’t even like you,” he says with a half-smile, hoping to lighten the mood. When you're overwhelmed, he tries to help you work through your feelings logically, but he’s learned to listen more and push less. He understands that being present for you, especially in tough moments, is what truly matters.

Ruggie Bucchi ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ Ruggie is really good at brushing things off, so he’s surprised by how seriously you take everything. He often jokes about stuff that upsets you, not because he intends any harm, but because that’s just how he deals with things—and it usually backfires. When he sees you getting upset or spiraling into negative thoughts about yourself, he shifts into serious mode.

⭑.ᐟ He quietly brings you some food, sits next to you, and lets you vent until you calm down. Then, he teases you just enough to help you get out of your head. He reminds you that feeling emotions is part of getting through life; not everything has to be so logical all the time. “Even if you feel too much sometimes, I’d rather that than you not care at all.”

Azul Ashengrotto ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ Azul truly understands your deep-seated feelings, even if he presents a tough surface. He knows what it’s like to struggle with parts of yourself that you can’t change, particularly the lingering fear of being perceived as “weak.” Initially, he is taken aback by your emotional outbursts and tries to resolve everything with logic, which only deepens your distress.

⭑.ᐟ However, once he realizes this approach isn’t effective, he shifts. He begins offering you more compliments and the emotional support you’ve been missing. Also, he enjoys helping you work through your thoughts, gently guiding you past any negative thinking. “Even if you can’t see it right now, I promise—what I see is someone worth listening to.”

Jade Leech ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ Jade is really in tune with your feelings—he picks up on your emotional shifts even before you do. He never makes you feel dumb or irrational for crying or reacting strongly. His voice has this calm, soothing vibe, kind of like a lullaby. When you’re stuck in a loop of self-hate, he helps you flip your thoughts around. “Your feelings are part of what makes you, you. Why get rid of something so human?”

⭑.ᐟ He’s the kind of person who helps you figure out your reactions without judging. He’s never condescending but does push back a bit “Do you really want to be emotionless, or do you just want to avoid getting hurt so easily?”

Floyd Leech ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ Floyd really loves your passionate side because it’s all over the place and real. He never judges you for it, even if he doesn’t always get it. If you’re crying out of anger, he gets fired up too— “Who messed with you? Want me to take care of them?” He’s not the type to baby you, but he knows how to comfort you in his own way—with tight hugs and holding your face, telling you, “I like Shrimpy just like this. Don’t change and become boring.”

⭑.ᐟ He can be pretty blunt and might say stuff that ends up hurting your feelings without meaning to. Then he gets a bit mopey if you take it too hard, like, “I didn’t mean it that way, don’t be like that…” Floyd appreciates your honesty, even if it leads to tears because you’re never boring, and that’s what he loves the most.

Kalim Al-Asim ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ He doesn’t judge you for crying or getting upset—often. However, since he is such a cheerful person, he sometimes fails to notice when you're really struggling internally or blaming yourself.

⭑.ᐟ When he does pick up on it, he responds by showing even more affection: giving you hugs, showering you with compliments, and listing all the reasons he loves how expressive you are. He’s not interested in changing you; he simply reminds you that it’s completely okay to be emotional—it just shows how much you care. “Honestly, if you weren’t like this, I probably wouldn’t have fallen for you. You make everything feel so real.”

Jamil Viper ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ Jamil picks up on everything, even the little stuff, like small expressions and changes in your mood. He may not always say anything, but he knows exactly how easily you can get hurt. When you get upset and cry from anger, he helps you take deep breaths while giving you some space. Later on, he’ll sit next to you and ask if you want to talk or let it all out.

⭑.ᐟ He also tries to share some of his grounding tricks with you, like breathing techniques or mental checklists, to help you work through your feelings. “You don’t have to be emotionless to be strong. Honestly, it just means your heart is more open than mine ever was.”

Silver ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ Silver is incredibly patient with you, your sensitivity doesn’t bother him. When you feel overwhelmed, he speaks to you softly and doesn’t push you to "make sense" of things—he simply waits until you feel safe.

⭑.ᐟ He encourages you to take it easy, find your footing, and slow down. “You don’t have to figure everything out. Sometimes you just need to feel it.” If you express a desire to be emotionless, he frowns, “That would be a shame. Your feelings are what make you, you.”

[written-in-flowers]

I Need a Big Boy: 3racha x Male!Reader

Pairing: Chan/Han/Changbin x Male!Reader

Word Count: 7k

Genre: Smut (loads), fluff | AU: idolverse, ninth member au

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: What started as a simple shower between friends turns into body worship very quickly.

Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of Stray Kids in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you.

Tags: porn without plot (maybe? tiny bit?) polyamorous, foursome (MMMM), group sex, body worship, slight muscle worship, switching partners, shower sex, blowjobs, rough blowjobs, face fucking, throat fucking, light degradation, rim jobs, anal sex, anal fingering, dom/sub undertones/dynamic, creampie, cum swallowing, dom!changbin, dom!chan, sub!han, switch!reader,

Taglist: @james-is-here @onementally-unstabel-kid @omg-lexiloveyou @drinkingrumandcocacola @belladonna6-6-6 @channiesbum @oreoqueen @succubus-hansol

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You both truly did mean to leave for the studio. After the gym and lunch at a new cafe, you and Han planned on freshening up at his place and then leaving. With some more recordings and alterations, the album will be done and they'd move onto their comeback preparations. You’d been thinking about the newest song, singing it in your head when the shower door opened. 

“Hey,” Han stepped in behind you, “I was thinking about your song, and wanted to talk about an idea I had for it.”

“Here?” you asked incredulously. “We’re going to the studio. We could talk about it there.”

“I don’t want to lose the thought. Scoot over,” he slipped past you to be underneath the water. “You always get the perfect temperature,” he sighed once the water hit his face, “You need to tell me your secrets, water wizard.”

“It’s an art form,” you shrugged. You might as well let him, you thought, as you picked up the shower gel. It’ll certainly cut down on time. “What idea did you have for the song?”

You and Han stood underneath the steaming shower, your naked bodies dangerously close to each other. It started with washing yourselves while talking about the album and comeback. Casual and light hearted, you didn’t expect anything to really happen. Minho said Han could sleep with whichever member he wanted, but that didn’t mean you’d jump at the chance every time. Plus, the workout left your muscles feeling slightly worn. You didn’t know how you’d make it through recording, but you promised Chan you’d show up so you would. But, when Han asked you to get spots on his back, you’ll admit it was tempting. 

Soapy hands trailed down the arch of his back, massaging the tense muscles and cleaning off the smooth skin. The curvature of his spine caused his ass to stick out naturally. You knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose. He even hunched to avoid your dick, but as your hands rested above his pert ass, the thought came to you. 

“Pervert,” Han chuckled, sensing your hesitation right away. 

“I’m not the one with my ass sticking out like this,” you replied, transfixed by the round curves inches from your hands. 

All you had to do was sink lower, and they’d be fully in your hands. Instead, you went back up to his shoulders. Thumbs rolling in circles, Han gave a much more emphasized moan. You kept working on his back, always careful not to touch his ass even with temptation exciting you. When Han finally turned around, water hitting his shoulders and streaming down his front, you saw his fully formed body. He’d been working out more, hence his chest and shoulders being wider than before. You thought about him in the gym earlier, hard body lifting weights and stretching before you. The temptation had not hit you then, but it did now. Especially when his soft hands started working on your chest and stomach. When something hard touched your cock, you knew he’d gotten aroused just with a few touches. 

“You’ve gotten so buff, hyung,” Han said, that sweet voice dripping with seduction. He gave your biceps gentle squeezes, “I like it.”

“You too,” he pulled him close so your bodies came together. The urge to grind on his hardening cock came to you, but you withheld it. “You’re not the little twink I used to fuck before.”

He laughed, cheeks lifting in his smile, “I guess I’m not, huh?” He let his fingers drag across your collarbones to your chest again, “Does that bother you?”

“Not at all,” you assured him, hands finally grasping his ass. “It just takes a bit more to throw you around on my bed.”

You brought him in for a kiss, your tongue sliding across his bottom lip. Heat built up between you in the kiss, tongues touching every so often and pushing your arousal further. He released a soft moan when you squeezed both cheeks and pulled them apart. You could feel them jiggle slightly when you lifted them, the soap making  them slip from your hands. 

“Keep doing that, hyung,” he whispered, lightly kissing you. “I like it when you do it like that.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mm-hm.”

A hand sliding between them, you grazed briefly over the clenched hole. You made small trails from the middle to the space connecting balls and anus. Every brush over it made Han eager for more. You let out your own moan when his delicate hand grabbed the base of your cock. In languid strokes, Han worked both you and him together. His throbbing dick right up against yours, you did your best not to move up into it. You focused your efforts on his ass. Moans resounding in the shower stall, water pattering onto the tiled floor, the two of you stood there fondling each other. Nothing ever felt as good as the members, who were always so eager for you. Even months later, you still found it hard to believe. It sounded like something out of a erotic fanfiction or one of those smutty romance novels. As pathetic as it made you look, you could never resist when one of them suggested it to you. You really were a pervert. 

“May I suck it, hyung?” Han asked after a while, the both of you raging hard. “I love sucking yours.”

“Yes,” you breathed, eager for more of him. 

Your back hitting the cold shower wall, you ran a hand through Han’s damp hair as he crouched down. Hands on your thighs, he easily guided your tip into his mouth. Pure euphoria coursed through you like a drug. His soft lips tenderly sucking the head, Han swiped the tip of his tongue over the wrinkled side of your dick. Occasionally breaking it to suck up saliva and precum, he kept his eyes on you the entire time. You stared right back, stroking his hair to guide him further down. You groaned when his tongue caressed the pulsing vein pumping more blood into the long muscle. 

“No hands,” you said when one hand reached to grab your base, “Only your mouth and tongue.” 

Han didn’t protest at all. Keeping both hands on your thighs, he kept himself leveled as he filled his mouth. The slight pressure of his hands caressing your inner thighs added to the pleasure. Your fingers slide over slick tiles, for something to grab when it finally took hold of you. Every muscle in your legs tensed as he sucked. Nothing ever felt as good. When your dick finally hit the back of his throat, you bit down on your lip to keep yourself grounded. Each time with them felt brand new. You could stay like that forever, enjoying Han's mouth. Looking further down his body, you saw his cock standing straight up to his stomach. You smirked. 

“You really love blowing me, huh?” You asked, scooping long strands of hair from his face. He didn’t answer, only nodding and humming his response. “Answer me properly, baby,” you said. 

“Yes,” he panted, your dick on the tip of his tongue before he went back into it. “I love blowing you, hyung.”

“I can tell,” you started pushing slowly into his mouth. Immediately taking the hint, Han stayed in place as you slid in and out. “You get so hard when my dick is in your throat,” you pointedly pushed right to it, groaning as the younger gulped around you. “Does it feel that good, baby?” You asked when you withdrew to the last inch. 

Drool falling onto his chest, Han answered, “Yes, hyung.”

“Do you want me to fuck your throat?”

“Yes, hyung.”

Holding him by a fistful of hair, you started pushing your hips into his face. His full lips sucking you hard, cheeks hollowing to touch the sides, he did his best to pleasure you. 

“Eyes on me,” you huffed, stuffing yourself to the bottom. “Good boy, keep looking up at me while I fuck your pretty mouth.” 

You watched his shoulders shake, and felt his grip on your thighs tighten. You kept him there as he started gagging. His round brown eyes stared up at you so innocently, tears starting to build in the corners whenever you stayed deep for too long. Every so often, you slipped out to tap his tongue and lips, watching him struggle to catch it without his hands. The eagerness in his eyes amplified your teasing. He whined when you pulled yourself out of his reach, wagging his tongue to lick what he could. When he did manage to catch it, he sucked firmly and licked greedily. You thought you just might cum when he began moaning around you. 

“Let’s get to the bed,” you said, removing your cock to tap on his lips again. “Hyung wants to play with you before he cums.”

The two of you shared sloppy, passionate kisses while you dried each other. It was the anticipation that excited the both of you. Fully dried off, you guided Han to his own bedroom where you flung him onto the bed. Your eyes scanned over his naked body as he laid back on the pillows. He looked beautiful, sculpted as if an artist took their time on him. His chest broader than when you first met, he'd even started gaining a bit of a four-pack. You couldn't help dragging your fingers lightly over them, catching on the hard dark nipples. The muscles relaxed and less defined, you still felt them flex when touched and kissed. He was gorgeous. You could spend an eternity exploring his body. His eyes full of lust and need, body nearly shivering from arousal, you understood why Minho drew out their sessions. Since splitting the unit dorms into pairs, Han had moved in with his boyfriend. You saw evidence of this in the dashes of Minho around the room. You’d moved in with Chan naturally, and you couldn’t have asked for a better roommate. 

Or boyfriend. 

You kissed down expanses of smooth, hard muscles while your hands caressed his thighs. His dick twitched when you drew near it, though you only gave it a small swipe of your tongue. Your lips landed everywhere except there. You memorized the pleasure points of his body, skimming over his thighs and legs to find them. You wanted to commit each one to memory for later. His balls underneath entered your mouth in small suckles, your moans vibrating on the tender skin while your tongue rolled over them. The small tugs to the top had Han wriggling above you. It was when your tongue flicked the very bottom of his dick that he began grinding into your face. 

“Stay still for me, baby,” you said, kissing up his length. 

“It just feels so good,” he whined. 

“I know it does,” you cooed, giving the head a light flick, “But I want you to try for me. Okay?”

“O-kay.” 

The tip of Han's cock in your mouth, precum spilling onto your tongue, you hardly noticed the phone lighting up beside him. You were too distracted by his quivering body and soft whimpers to care. The sensation of his cock pulsating in your hand kept you distracted enough. Pretty, petite Han laid against his pillows, mewling and panting as your tongue gradually circled his head. You stroked him slowly, sucking softly until he whined and arched his back. It made for a beautiful sight. An arousing, erotic sight that pulled you from reality and into your personal lust driven world. Sliding a hand up his body, you teased a nipple with the pad of your thumb, earning more moans. It had only been when he spoke that you noticed the phone. 

“Hel-Hello?” the brunette stammered, full lips parted in silent moans of pleasure. “No, I'm n-not…Ye-Yes,” he wriggled when your tongue lashed at the underside of his head. Han watched with heavy lidded eyes as you licked up the slit of his cock. “He's…He's sucking my dick, and playing with my nipp-nipples…it feels so good, Hyung. Oh god, it feels so good,” he released a breathy moan as you took his tip in your mouth. “Just the tip…”

You wondered which member called as you started stroking his shaft. It could only be Chan, since you and Han were supposed to be at the studio by now. You imagined he’d been annoyed before calling, but once hearing Han’s breathy reponses, that likely disappeared. The image of an intrigued Chan leaning back in his chair, hand lightly brushing his thigh, came to you as you teased Han. 

“O-Okay…” 

Han, with shaky hands, fumbled with his phone. Sliding him further into your mouth, your cock pulsated knowing what was coming next. Was he alone? Was he about to facetime with the other members and producers there? No. Chan might get risky and kinky, but not like that. He wouldn't have stayed on the line if he was surrounded by people. Han pressed another button, and you heard two familiar voices groan in surprise.

“There's my boy,” said Chan, his voice recognizable by his Australian accent, which switched back to Korean as he said, “Looking so pretty with Hannie in his mouth.”

“How does he taste, Ynie?” Changbin asked you, his tone playful with a hint of naughtiness underneath it. 

“So good,” you murmured against Han's head before kissing it teasingly. “He’s so sweet. I can’t stop.” 

“Neither can I when I have him to myself,” he said, sounding mesmerized by the act. 

“Show us your tongue, show us your tongue,” Chan said lightly. When you dragged your tongue up Han's shaft, they both groaned. “Good boy,” he said, “Keep doing it just like that; nice and slow how he likes it.”

You couldn't see their faces, but you knew they were enthralled by you. You'll admit, you liked the attention. You kept licking straight lines along the throbbing shaft, starting at the base and stopping on the tip. Your hips habitually grinded into the mattress, your low whimpers vibrating on the hard muscle. Han's hand tightened around the corners of the phone, his whining loud and clear.  

Changbin then chuckled. “Hannie, you need to hold the phone straight so we can see him better. We can't see if you're shaking like that.”

“S-Sorry, hyung,” he whimpered. “It feels so good; I can’t help it.”

“I know it does, but we want you to try until we get there.” You heard a soft groan when you licked up Han’s hard length once more, making sure both of them saw streams of drool spill from the top. Giving him a few tugs, Changbin spoke, “Look how pretty Han’s cock is. I’m going to have such a good time playing with you two.”

“Please…” Han whimpered. 

“Please?” Chan asked in a teasing voice. “‘Please’ what? Use your words, baby.”

“Play with us,” he said, moaning when you sucked and licked around his tip. “Play with me.”

“Hm, I don't know, Binnie-yah,” Chan said, a taunt in his voice. “Minho-yah might not like it. I don't think Hannie got permission to let anyone touch his cock.” 

“Wait,” you suddenly stopped, smirking when Han whined, “Did you get permission, Hannie?”

“I did!” he cried out, wriggling his hips around. “He said I could.”

“Your master said you could get fucked?” You gave his tip a few teasing licks, “That doesn't sound like Minho-hyung. I heard someone got punished recently…”

“I swear he said I could,” he said, moving his hips up before you held them down. “Pl-please, hyung.”

“I wouldn't want you to get into trouble,” you lapped at the underside until he squirmed. He was so erect, his cock stood up on its own. Your occasional flicks made it move back and forth, and you kept doing this for amusement. 

“I do,” cackled Changbin. “Minho lets me watch sometimes. Hannie is so pretty when he’s all teary eyed and begging.”

“He does,” agreed Chan, entranced by the sight of you. “So, so pretty.”

You imagined both men already picking up their bags to leave. There must be nobody else there for the moment. You heard Changbin somewhere in the background, while you knew Chan put in an earbud to avoid anyone else listening. You went back to your teasing, flicking and pumping Han's length while the boy struggled under you. 

“Lick his balls, baby,” Chan said, his order gentle as always. “I like watching you do that-Oh, you're such a good boy for me.”

Han jerked when you wrapped your mouth around one side of his sack. You kept your eyes on the phone, innocence radiating off of you juxtaposed to your actions. Chan liked good boys, you knew. You liked pleasing him. Ever since your first time, you and Chan spent a lot of time in each other's bedrooms. You knew everything he liked, and he liked good boys. 

It was Changbin who brats. 

You heard nothing but Han's soft panting and whining. They must be on the move. You kept the hard balls in your mouth, sucking and licking them gently. Your cock ached for friction. The image of Chan stroking you from behind came to you and you kept pushing into the bed. Sliding Han back into your mouth, you bobbed your head up and down to his sharp intake. Han gripped the sheets, nails digging into the soft, white fabric as his hips bucked up and down. 

“Must be your throat, Ynie,” Changbin ordered, sounding inconspicuous to anyone else in the car. “I have some tea left from when I had a cold. Make some and relax.”

You knew an order when you heard it. Positioning yourself more comfortably, you held Han by the base as you took breaths through your nose. Gradually, you slipped him over your tongue to the back of your throat. Thankfully, Han wasn't as large as Changbin, whose girth ached your jaw and length penetrated your throat with ease. This made the youngest rapper quiver, a breath exhaled through his teeth and he struggled to keep his phone straight on his chest. You felt his head pushed past your uvula each time, causing a soft gagging sound you knew they all loved. Two low groans stifled by coughs sounded from the phone when you gazed up at them. You kept the pace slow, hands on Han's inner thighs as you kept your eyes on the phone. The shutting of car doors made you glad the company building was close to the apartment. 

“Spit on it,” Chan said breathlessly, groaning when you dribbled over it. They must be in the elevator if he spoke so boldly. “Why did I wear these shorts today? I feel like I'm barely hiding it.”

“I tucked mine into my waistband,” said Changbin. Why did their casual conversation during such a filthy moment turn both you and Han on more? “If they'd told me they'd do that, I would've come over. Pretend my cold hadn't gone away yet. Did you tell Seungmin not to come?”

“Yeah,” said Chan. “Then he was like ‘what? why?’ and I told him the microphone was broken,” he said with a stifled laugh. 

“What did he say?” laughed Changbin. 

“Nothing. He was like ‘oh okay, cool’. He and Felix are going out, so there's no worries, I guess.” When you spat on Han's cock again, he groaned. “He spat on it again.”

“What? Let me see.”

You did it just for him, spit trickling down before you took it back in your mouth. He huffed in frustration. “Why do we have to be in the world's slowest elevator?!” he said as Chan laughed. 

The ding of the elevator made him laugh a bit harder. “You should see how excited Binnie is for you two,” Chan said, his laughter dying down. “Get up on your knees for me, baby,” he told you, “I want that ass in the air when I show up.”

Both you and Han suddenly flinched when you heard the front door open. Everybody had keys to each other’s dorms, so they didn’t need to worry about answering the door. Changbin and Chan likely discarded their bags and shoes quickly, since you heard hurried footsteps reach the bedroom door. 

Changbin moaned at the sight of you both on the bed, and instantly removed his shirt. The broad muscles made you salivate around Han's girth. The abdomen he hid all the time appeared less defined than after a workout, but still traceable with fingers or a tongue. He quickly tugged off his pants and socks as he moved to the bed. His hastiness took you and Han out of your horny haze for a moment for a laugh. 

“Fuck, look at you two,” he groaned, pecking Han's lips, then kissed yours. “How did this happen, hm?”

“In the shower,” Han moaned, whining when you pulled away from him. 

Which you did to kiss Chan, who tilted your head to lock lips with you. For those few seconds, you forgot Han and Changbin. You let Chan's full lips lock with yours, brushing your tongues together before he pulled away. You shifted around, the covers grazing your dick again, as he slipped his tongue over yours. A moan escaped you when his hand slid down the curvature of your back to your ass. 

“Naughty,” he muttered, giving one cheek a light tap, “To stay away from work when you know we have a comeback soon.”

“It's not for a while,” you whined into his mouth. “It just happened, I swear.”

“Is that so?” He cooed when he reached down your crack to your balls. “Is that how the sheet got all wet?” He said, giving them a gentle tug that made you tremble, “From all this precum? You've been at this for a while, huh?”

“Yes,” you breathed, needy for more of his touch. 

Not getting the friction you’ve ached for, you whined at the middle finger dragging up your balls to your ass and back. Chan captured your lips with his, giving slow kisses as he rolled a finger around your entrance. Not pushing past it, he hummed when you began grinding into his hand. 

“Not yet,” he said. “We only just got here.” 

“But Leader-nim…I need it super bad,” you pouted. He chuckled at your eagerness, giving your neck soft kisses. 

“I know,” he returned the pout. “You’ll get plenty of dick soon, you know that.” He brought the fingers to your lips and you coated them in spit, “How about you put Han's pretty cock back in your mouth while I take care of you, hm?”

“Yes, Leader-nim.”

You went right back into the proper position. Unlike Changbin, Chan hadn't removed a stitch of clothing. He didn't do this out of shyness but for torture. He knew you loved his body, and he'd make you work to see it bare. You jumped at his warm hands sliding up the backs of your thighs to your ass, giving the fleshy parts soft squeezes as he did so. Han filling your mouth, you could only give a muffled cry at the thumbs grazing your center. The two digits massaged up and down your balls, moving over the insides of your cheeks and spreading them apart every so often. Simply having him so close to you, his hands groping and massaging your ass and balls, kept you eager to push into his face. But, you knew better. He’d only pull away if you did that. 

“Han made you so hard, baby,” Chan said, voice low and full of lust before he flicked your balls with his tongue. “Let’s see if I can make it harder.” 

Everything in you screamed for him to take you right then, yet you practiced patience. He planted soft kisses right over the middle before fully making out with your balls. You could feel his lips catch onto one and his tongue sliding up and down it. The sensation sent more blood pumping to your cock, which twitched underneath you. He sensed your trembling thighs, then wrapped his arms around them to push his face further in you. With Han deep in your mouth, your moans came out muffled pleas and whimpers. The obscene licking and sucking matched the sloppiness of your blowjob, and it turned you on more. 

When you looked up to Han, you saw him preoccupied with Changbin. Abdomen tensing and hips slowly thrusting, Changbin slid half his length into Han's mouth. Wide, round eyes stared only at him, soft moans stifled by his thickness. Han would whine pathetically when the older member pulled away, keeping his tongue out for Changbin to rub himself against. He enjoyed it too much to let Changbin go. You saw the eagerness he restrained in his firm sucks. The sight of Han, shaking and whimpering, taking Changbin's cock so easily made you hornier. 

As Chan delicately licked at your hole, you sucked Han more firmly and took him further into your mouth. Soon, a symphony of moans filled the room and you thanked God only the four of you were in the apartment. By the time Han started pushing his hips to your face, you knew he'd finish soon. 

“No, no, no, baby,” Changbin breathed, pulling your head off Han's lap. He pushed hair from Han’s forehead as he said, “You haven't been fucked yet. You know you can only cum when you've been fucked first.”

“Binnie-hyung,” Han whined. “Please, I want to so badly.”

“You know the rules,” he continued, tapping his tip on Han's lips before he stuck out his tongue. “You don't want to be a bad boy, now do you? I don't think your master would like to hear you're being naughty again.” 

“No,” Han said, words whining as he kept his tongue out. “No, I don't.”

“Alright, so be a good slut and do what you’re told,” he sighed in relief once he pushed back into the salivating mouth. “I'd hate to punish you when you're behaving so well.”

“Oh please,” said Chan from behind you, lapping at your leaking tip until you mewled. “You love punishing them.”

“I’m too tired for it today,” he admitted, pushing to himself until Han choked slightly. “I just want to use their holes until I'm drained dry.”

Both you and Han moaned at his words, earning chuckles from the other two. You nearly lost control when a slender digit pushed through the threshold into your ass. Chan made sure you felt each stroke in his slow pace. They curled against the rigid walls to the very center of you; they gently stretched you while his tongue rolled around your tip. Your eyes rolled back at the slim fingers, wanting them to go faster and deeper. He knew exactly how badly you needed him, 

“Both of you kneel up for us,” Chan ordered. 

The kneeling position put his fingers further inside you. Han copied your position, eyes heavy with desire as he knelt in front of you. 

“Kiss each other,” Changbin said softly, intently watching both of you. 

“Deeply,” added Chan. “Yeah, that's it. Just like that…soft and slow.”

“You two look so pretty like this,” Changbin said, kissing Han's neck. You saw him grab Han's free hand to wrap around his girthy shaft. “Don't they, hyung?”

“They do,” Chan agreed, doing the same to you. 

Finally having his cock in your hand, you made sure your lover felt every small squeeze you have. Your thumb started tracing the veins slowly rising through the velvety skin, rolling around the back of the sensitive head each time. Beads of precum fell onto your thumb, and his raspy breaths filled your ear. You couldn't help losing yourself in Han's kisses and Chan's fingers. They prodded deep inside you, pressing that special spot in intervals. Han's small squeal told you Changbin began stroking his hardon just as slowly as he fingered him. The youngest grinded into the hand needily, holding onto your shoulders as he pushed back. Your tongue keeps his mouth busy, so he could only whine into you. 

“Somebody is getting needy,” Changbin groaned, his hand smacking Han's cheeks as his palm picked up the pace a moment. This caused Han to break from you to cry into the air, staying still as he was fingered. “Look how much he's leaking,” he said, kissing Han's neck. “You're making such a mess, Hannie-yah.”

“Please,” he whined, “I need it.”

“Oh, you need it, huh?” 

“Yes!”

“Do you need it badly?”

“Yes!”

“Did you hear that, YNie?” Chan smirked, “Han needs it. Be a good boy and give it to him. We want to watch.”

You didn’t hesitate to get between Han's thighs. Hands sliding down the slender thighs, you pressed onto the flesh just enough for him to feel it. But then Changbin grabbed them for you, lifting them to Han's stomach. This left him fully exposed and vulnerable to the three of you. You let out a soft gasp when Chan grabbed you by the base to give a soft squeeze. He gave long, slow strokes that spread your precum all over it. Your arms behind your back, you couldn't do anything except let him tug on you. He traced the length of Han’s cock with yours, tapping the tip lightly on his balls before going further down. The light motions had you quaking in his embrace. 

“Patience, baby,” he cooed, swirling your tip around the tight ring. “You'll both get it soon. Binnie-yah and I just want to watch you stretch him slowly.”

“We need to get you a little wetter,” said Changbin, bending down to swipe his tongue over you. “You're too big to put in like this.”

Chan rolled your nipples between his fingers as Changbin's mouth moved up and down on you. His lips massaging the sides in every suck, his tongue worked the bottom. You watched his hand move in time on Han, who was shivering at each touch. You used every bit of strength to hold back the orgasm building within. 

“This is fucking heaven,” he moaned, lifting Han to his mouth for firm sucks. “I love having pretty boys to play with,” he put you both together to slide his tongue over the heads. “Pretty boys with tight holes and nice cocks.” His tongue flicking each one, he gave them short, quick sucks before switching. 

“I could die happy right now,” said Chan, lifting a hand to tweak your nipple. “I'd do this all day if I could,” he said while he kissed your neck. “Just stay in bed fucking your holes and tasting your cum,” he pushed his shaft between your cheeks, and you nearly came from it. “Can I taste your cum, baby? Will you shoot it in my mouth and down my throat for me?”

“Yes,” you said in a shaky breath. “Please…”

“I'd prefer to taste Hannie,” said Changbin, sliding his tongue up his cock, “Would you like that, Hannie-yah?”

“Yes, hyung,” Han cried. 

“Can we have as much as we want?”

“Yes, hyung.”

“Every little drop?”

“Yes.” 

“Then, let’s see how much we can get out of you two.” 

Changbin let Chan take over you again, and he pushed the first inch inside Han. A new flood of pleasure came as Han's body drew you inside naturally. Chan pushed you gently until you filled him, then he held you there for Han to adjust to your size. With whispered encouragement and slow guidance, Chan and Changbin watched your dick carefully slide in and out of Han. You swore his body pulled you inside on its own. Every pull outwards showed his hole clinging to you, while every push was inviting. Changbin lay beside him, he kept stroking and kissing him tenderly. You watched Han fall into a pit of lust, body remaining still as it was overcome with sensations. 

“Look how far you stretch him,” Chan whispered, kissing near your ear. “I love watching your big dick stretch our little bottoms out. They turn into such sluts when they’re with you.” 

“You can’t turn them into something they already are,” said Changbin, bending down to catch strings of Han’s leaking precum. “Isn’t that right, Han-ah? Aren’t you already a slut?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I’m a slut, hyung,” he sobbed. 

“Yeah, that’s right,” he suckled the tip, tasting the clear fluid coming out. He then kissed up your stomach to your nipple. “And you, Ynie?” he sucked on one of them softly, nibbling on it. “Are you a slut too?”

“Yes, hyung,” you moaned. 

“And that’s what we love about our cute little Pervert,” Chan said, putting his dick between your ass cheeks. The thick shaft gliding over your entrance caused you to shake. “Go faster, Pervert,” he said, pushing your hips for you, “Fuck him how you like being fucked.” 

And you did. Deep, quick thrusts coupled with Chan and Changbin’s teasing brought you both closer to the edge. You couldn’t hold back much longer. 

“Leader-nim,” you whined as Han’s ass clenched tightly around you, “I’m going to cum.”

“You are?”

“Yes! I can’t help it. His ass feels so good.”

“I don’t know if I should let you,” he said, putting his tip right to your ass hole. “I haven’t fucked you yet.” 

“Then fuck me, please.”

Changbin laughed, “It’s not rocket science, hyung. Your baby boy wants to cum and you want to fuck him.”

“So I should, huh?” Chan chuckled softly. “Where’s your lube, Hannie?”

“Drawer.”

Changbin grabbed it for him, and handed it to Chan. “Lube me up, baby,” Chan removed his shirt and shorts as he laid next to Han on the large bed. “Then you can ride me like a good Pervert.”

Han cried in frustration when you withdrew from him. However, these cries were silenced with Changbin’s soft deep kisses. After coating his length in a thick layer of lubricant, you mounted Chan’s hips and put his head to your hole. Fully sitting on his cock, you stayed there as pleasure pulsed throughout your body. The tip pushing on your g-spot, you could cum just like this, but you held onto your orgasm tightly. Chan’s hands rubbed over your thighs to your waist, where he started urging you to go up and down. You looked down to see him shirtless and breathless. One hand on his chest, you rubbed a nipple while picking up speed. He was so strong and big. Even if you bulked up, he was still stronger than you and you liked that. 

“You’re so big, Leader-nim,” you moaned, feeling up and down his chest. “I love it so much.”

“I know, baby,” he said, hand going up to your cock. “Why do you think I work out so much, hm? I want to look good for my sweet boy,” he pulled you down for a deep kiss. “I need to work out if I’m going to keep up with you.”

The both of you shared a laugh before kissing again. It was then you noticed Han also straddling and kissing Changbin. While you kept a steady pace, impatient and dazed Han bounced needily. Changbin did not stop him, instead jerking his bobbing dick in time with it. 

“Ride me like that,” Chan instructed, grabbing your ass. “Just let go and enjoy your leader’s dick.”

You sat up again and matched Han’s desperate pace. The two moved in near unison as they fully unleashed themselves. The men underneath them moaned and watched in awe as their respective partners moved. After all this time with Stray Kids, you couldn’t want anyone else. Nobody fucked you the way they did. You thanked God every day you joined their group; that you pushed down your hesitations and decided to give it a shot. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have them in your life. Sex aside, you’d grown so attached and so close, you couldn’t picture yourself in any other group. 

“I think YNie’s about to cum,” Chan asked, holding your cheeks open and pushing upwards. “Hm?”

“I think Hannie-yah is too,” said Changbin, still stroking Han. “He always gets louder when he’s close.” 

“I’m so close, hyung,” Han panted, eyes closed and mouth open. “I’m so fucking close. Please, let me cum. Please.”

“Me too!” you cried out next, changing your angle and pushing further down on him. “I’ve wanted to cum this whole time, please, Leader-nim. Let us cum. Please.”

“Oh, YNie, you know that’s not the right way to ask,” Chan breathed, mesmerized by your body. “Good boys get what they want when they ask politely.”

“May I please cum, Leader-nim?”

“May I please cum, Changbin-hyung?” 

“Only if you put it in my mouth.”

“And mine too.”

Neither of you wasted any time moving up to their chests. Chan and Changbin immediately opened their mouths for you two to fill. Two fingers in your ass, his throat humming around your dick, it didn’t take long for you to explode. It was like two bombs going off at the same time. You and Han gripped the headboard tightly as your orgasms burst in your partners’ mouths. Thick, creamy droplets fell down their throats as they greedily swallowed the loads. Their moans of approval only tickled more out of you. Shuddering as you slowly came down, Chan continued sucking until nothing else came out. 

“On your sides,” he said, swiping at your sensitive cock, “We’re cumming inside you two.”

Nothing pleased you more. Laying on your side facing Han, you lifted your leg to Chan’s shoulder to let him thrust deep inside. Your lips found Han’s, and his hand wrapped around your softened dick. Unable to help it, you started stroking him back as Chan pounded into you. The feeling alone made you want to get hard again. Looking down to see Changbin doing the same, you wished he’d be in you too. The need to keep being fucked came on too strongly. You soon felt something warm blossoming in your ass. Chan’s moans turned into breathy whines as he came. Changbin followed right after, causing him to move faster and harder. You and Han moaned in each other’s mouth as their cum spilled into you. It felt so good having a piece of Chan stay there even when he pulled out. Feeling full, you tried keeping whatever didn’t leak out of you. 

Then the two switched partners. You all laid in bed, touching and kissing to rebuild up that arousal. Changbin slid through inside, and you immediately noticed the difference in size. He giggled at your wide eyes, hips gently meeting yours in each thrust. Your hands gripped his shoulders, feeling his muscles flexing in each movement. You explored his taut, buff body while he kissed your neck and shoulders. Every time you watched him on the weight machines in the gym came back as his cock buried itself in you. You’d see his muscles grow more defined from being worked on so much, making him appear bigger than he normally did. You’d see it and think about how they looked tensed in his orgasms. 

“I love how big you are,” you moaned without thinking. You held onto his biceps, “So…big…”

“It must be nice to get fucked by someone as big as you,” he said, pushing a bit faster. Propped above you, he curled your body upwards and directly hit your prostate.

“N-Not big that way,” you said, eyes falling closed. “Your-Your muscles…”

“You like my muscles, huh?”

Arms and legs went around him when he lifted you off the bed. Out of everyone, Changbin carried you the easiest. He started pushing upwards while standing, balls hitting your ass in every fast thrust. The new position brought on bursts of pleasure each time. It pulled him deeper, and you felt so full. You held onto his shoulders this time, fingers locking in his dark hair as he kept going. 

“Like how strong I am, Pervert?” he asked, panting and groaning in your ear. “Hm? It turns you on to be thrown around like a ragdoll?”

“Yes, yes!” you whined, feeling your orgasm approaching in this position. “I love when you manhandle me.”

“Then I guess I’m doing it more.” 

Behind you, Han’s moans grew louder with his ass hitting Chan’s hips. You heard the sharp sounds of spanking, each hit pushing Han to his orgasm. Chan’s would be arriving soon; you knew by how low and breathy his moans became. You pictured them both fucking you in the gym together.

Changbin tossed you onto your stomach, arms hooking around yours to keep them in the air. In the tight lock, he stuffed himself back in and went even faster. Your cock, heavy with blood and arousal, suddenly twitched when you came. Strings shot onto the covers underneath you, making droplets that seeped into the cloth. You couldn’t do anything except take Changbin’s thickness in you. Your position couldn’t stop him from cumming inside you. You stayed in place as Changbin used you like a fleshlight, spilling his seed deep inside until he got every drop. Glancing at Chan and Han, you saw them on the corner of the bed. Han bent over, Chan charged into him from behind. Both of them tense, sweat starting gleaming on their skin, you thought of them in your workout fantasy. By the time you finished, you were wishing all three of them would converge on you, tossing you to one another like a game of catch before fucking you.

“Show me,” Chan whispered when he reached you.

You turned your back to him, ass in the air and showed him where a mix of him and Changbin leaked out of you. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he groaned, squeezing both cheeks. “Your ass always looks so good, full of cum.”

“Especially when yours is in there too.”

“Maybe I’ll add a little more later.”

The promise of more had you pulling him to you for a deep kiss. Officially spent, you laid in his arms as the tiredness settled. His strong arms kept you close to his chest while you spooned, making you feel safe in his embrace. The light sensation of his lips on your skin, dotting loving kisses, warmed your insides. Right beside you, Han snuggled into Changbin’s chest, eyes already falling closed as the other whispered in his ear. You heard snippets.

“…You did such a good job. Your owner will be so proud of you when I tell him…We can eat later, Hannie. You should sleep.”

“I adore you,” Chan’s voice filled your ear. “You know that, right?”

“Yes.” You never said a word with such confidence before.

“I’d never really be angry at you about anything, right?”

You grinned, knowing where he was going with it. “Yeah…”

“But, next time I ask you to be somewhere,” he gave your ass a small smack, “You get this tight little ass there, understand?”

“Yes, Leader-nim.”

“Good boy.”

He pecked your temple, then cuddled you to him. You felt his body relax the same time as yours, your bodies almost melting together on the bed.

You rarely ever slept so well. 

****

A/N: okay, this is purely a result of my ovulation season and Hannie working on his fitness more lately lmao I know it's kind of pwp so nothing really happens except Newbiew getting fucked. Hope you still liked it though <3

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hinata x streamer!reader | fluff | gn!reader | lowercase intentional

it's a pr day for msby - which means a day full of photoshoots and interviews and smiling at every camera in sight.

despite his teammate's brewing annoyance at having to deal with all of this, hinata honestly enjoys it! he gets to talk about the sport he loves, show off the physique he's worked so hard on, and make connections with all the different production team members (which he thinks is very important, especially since he's still a rookie).

he's now on his second to the last interview of the day, seated across his companion for the next half hour or so—the interviewer.

"all right, we'll do some fun quick-fire questions for the fans to get to know you a bit more. sound good?"

"absolutely," hinata flashes a smile.

he easily flies through the questions, throwing in a joke or two to the interviewer's delight. they go through a wide range of questions from his pre-game ritual to his favorite snack.

"celebrity crush?" the interviewer asks, expecting the name of a popular supermodel or actor but still hoping for something a little more interesting.

"Y/N." hinata replies, with absolutely zero hesitation.

"Y/N?"

"they're a streamer. you might see them in some of my friend kenma's streams, too! they're sweet, funny, gorgeous—"

"do i smell something more than just a celebrity crush on this streamer?" the interviewer teases.

"something like that," hinata winks. "i'm just saying, my dms are open."

"alright, alright," the interviewer laughs, before moving on to the other questions and wrapping up the interview.

what the interviewer—and the rest of the world—don't know is that he's been in your dm's for the past year. in fact, he's heading over to your apartment once this pr day is over (and he's actually been staying over for the past few weekends). neither of you have announced anything, and he just has so much fun being a tease about all of this.

as hinata intended, your chat goes absolutely wild after the interview goes live a week later. he would know—he's in the room with you as you deal with all the excitement from your fans. little do you know, he has a little plan for this stream.

"okay, before anyone else asks," you prompt as more viewers tune into your stream, "yes i saw the interview. yes i am very flattered. yes i think he's cute. no i did not slide into his dms—"

"actually, i slid into theirs." hinata pops his head in frame for your stream, for the first time ever, talking directly to your viewers.

the chat pretty much explodes while you panic and try to recover from this huge reveal.

OMG he's there with you?

pls be on a date

is this fr or are yall messing with us

OK SEEING YALL TOGETHER I GET ITTTTTTT

we defs need the whole story NOWWWWWW

"guys- hold on- wait- i wouldn't stream during a date- listen- the whole story- well-" you stutter out.

"aren't they cute when they're nervous?" hinata drapes his arm around your shoulders, leaning in to read all the messages coming through the chat.

"sho, not now," you gently whine, leaning into his touch anyway.

"yeah, yeah, i'll let you get to your game," he whispers as he kisses the top of your head. "just wanted 'em to know i'm yours."

he stands up straighter and, before moving back to his spot off-screen, he turns to the camera.

"you guys can't really be that shocked, right? she's had this orange sticker on her headset for months. and my jacket is right there." he laughs, pointing to the background.

"stop, now they're going to overanalyze every single thing in my room," you laugh, gently pushing him off camera.

he sends you a wink before moving back to his usual spot to watch you stream.

(you end up having to hold a special stream later to answer a bunch of questions about your relationship and how you two got together)

[churipu]

( OO1 ) ★ unwarranted assumptions , sukuna ryomen

featuring. sukuna ryomen x reader

warnings. cursing, college! au, sukuna and yuuji are twin brothers here lol, sukuna might be a lil ooc here (he's in love, he just doesn't know it pls spare him omg). // wc: 3.5k

ENTRY ( OO1 ) OF THE "INTO THE IPINVERSE" MILESTONE

"how do i know if i'm in love with someone?" "you want to kill everyone who gets near them." "oh, shit."

tag: @rrairey milov, ily for participating in this mwah mwah, @sad-darksoul, @sweeneyblue1 , @idkuluka, @colorful-happy-shit

sukuna and yuuji were quite the opposite. the only thing they share is their looks, and their love for basketball. that's about it. on one hand, we have itadori yuuji—the younger twin— who has a passion for basketball, is the campus' sunshine, and is always friendly to practically everyone.

on the other hand, we have sukuna ryomen—the older twin, just by twelve minutes— who also has a passion for basketball, is "considered" as one of the campus' scariest person, and is never friendly to everyone.

the two however, stuck to each other like glue. walking around campus with one another, like two peas in a pod, they did everything together. it's no longer an odd sight to see them both together — it is pretty weird if one is here, and the other is there.

despite their contrasts in personalities, the two were popular. being star athletes, constantly winning trophies for the campus, and climbing up in fame. hell, even people from different campus would drop by just to meet the two at times, it's funny.

"hey, great job on the match, yuuji."

then there was you. a friend of yuuji — the two of you met during the first semester, and have been good friends since then. however, you never really talked to sukuna. the only thing you both have exchanged were short greetings, and eye-contacts.

you had a cinch that the older twin doesn't particularly like you; but that was just your assumption. you didn't know the truth. this sole assumption was the only thing that made you cease contact with the male. in all honesty, you find him rather . . . well, intimidating. the aura he sets off was just, unsettling. so you just assumed that sukuna doesn't like you.

sukuna finds you rather, amusing. how you would only congratulate his younger brother, and not him as well despite him being next to his brother. how you would throw your gaze away the moment your eyes met his. how you would bow your head down a bit whenever you both exchanged greetings. he didn't understand why you were so intent on doing all that stuff, and so he assumed that you weren't fond of him.

the male wanted to question it, but really — it would be weird for him, and for you. so he never actually done it.

see? assumptions are such fucking party-poopers. i mean, if only the two of you had come to both of your senses and just talked instead of assuming things about one another, where you think sukuna hates you, and sukuna thinks you hated him.

"why do they do that?" sukuna finds himself asking his brother, yuuji. elbow nudging yuuji's arm lightly.

"i need names." yuuji replied back before averting his gaze to the side, watching his twin brother staring at something— or someone intently. yuuji looks over to what sukuna was so focused on, smirking lightly when he saw you in his own vision, "are y'talking about y/n?"

sukuna lightly grunted, leaning back onto the chair rest. his eyes finally ripping away from you, who was currently throwing laughs and giggles amongst your friend group.

"yeah, them. why'd they do that?" sukuna parrots.

"do what, exactly?" yuuji retorts back, leaning his cheek onto the palm of his hand, sighing out in triumph; trying to figure out where this conversation will go.

"avoid me, but not you." yuuji pops a small smile, lightly elbowing his brother's side, "what?"

"do y'like them?"

like? sukuna didn't like you. he just finds your attitude towards him amusing, and . . . maybe you confuse him a bit at the difference on how you treat yuuji and him. but sukuna would never say that to his brother, he'd never hear the end of it, he just knows it.

"like? psh, you've gotta be kidding me. i was just fucking curious about their behavior, you brat." he pushed yuuji away lightly before burying his face into his arms, heaving out a loud sigh.

yuuji chuckles, "brat? you're only twelve minutes older than i am," he sings out in a teasing manner.

sukuna swore he just finds you amusing. at first.

so why does it pisses him off that you ran to his brother's side after a match and handed him a bottle of energy drink, and not him. murmuring out strings of curses, he felt like an absolute buffoon, standing beside yuuji — drenched in sweat, using the hem of his jersey to wipe the dribbling sweat.

while yuuji had all the glory. getting a small cute, teddy bear motive handkerchief from you, an energy drink, and a congratu-fucking-lations.

"yeah — that buzzer beater was totally amazing, yuuji. congrats on winning again! not that i've ever doubt you or the rest," you complimented, and hearing 'the rest' coming out of your mouth, for some reason; pisses sukuna off even more.

the older twin swerved his shoes on the court's floor, letting his soles let out a screech as it rubbed against the shiny surface of the floor. earning both yours and yuuji's attention.

"y'alright?" yuuji asks, popping open the bottle cap of the energy drink from you. and the sight made sukuna ball his fists in annoyance — god, he didn't even know why he was feeling like such.

"yeah. 'm gonna head to change," sukuna mutters out, hesitantly turning away to leave.

and the moment he turns his body away, sukuna could hear the vivid voices of both you and yuuji exchanging goodbyes. and before he knew it, yuuji was walking alongside him, "are you really okay? you look like you need to let out a fuse."

sukuna answered with a soft hum, his eyes narrowing as he continued on walking to the locker room. still angry, frustrated, and annoyed all at once.

"y/n told me to tell you congrats, by the way."

sukuna peered over the locker's door and arched a brow, "why couldn't they tell me that themselves, hm?" yuuji chuckles, finding his brother's behavior funny; because when else was yuuji going to see sukuna act like this?

like a love struck puppy, who doesn't know they're in love.

"who knows?" yuuji shrugs, grabbing the hem of his jersey and ripping it off his body — breathing out loudly, using the handkerchief you gave him to dab the sweat on his face.

sukuna eyed his brother, squinting his eyes lightly before doing the same action, minus the handkerchief. while he was doing so, a thought passed his mind.

"how do i know if i'm in love with someone?" yuuji instantly knew who the person sukuna was talking about, but prompted to say nothing about it and just play along.

yuuji pretended to give the question a deep thought before eventually answering, "you want to kill everyone who gets near them."

sukuna stared at his brother for a short while, muttering out a subtle, "oh, shit."

the reaction was enough for yuuji to made his own conclusion, "you like y/n don't you? which explains why you're in such a shitty mood, since they only paid attention to me—"

"okay, shut the fuck up." sukuna blurted out, "so what if i fucking do, huh? it's not like they'd like me back anyways."

sukuna shuts the locker, the loud bang resounding in the almost empty locker room. yuuji broke out into a loud laugh, "there y'go, making assumptions here and there, it's not like you both have ever talked in a normal conversation before anyways. how do you know they don't like you?"

good point.

"what are you going to do without me?" yuuji sighs out exasperatedly, the younger twin approached his brother, sliding the partly (sweat) damp handkerchief into sukuna's grasp, "return this to them for me, and who knows — maybe you'll be able to make a more positive assumption or two after."

sukuna wondered why he was standing in front of you, his hand shoved out, in between his index finger and middle finger was the same handkerchief yuuji had told him to give back to you.

"the brat wants me to give this back to you." he grunted out, his voice deep and unfriendly.

you stood in front of him, blinking rapidly; not knowing of what to say, should you start off with a greeting? or just tell him thank you? or maybe congratulate him for the match?

and so you decided to do all three, in a random order.

"thank you for your win, congratulations, hi." oh, god. the moment he stared at you in plain confusion — or maybe despise, you just wanted to crawl under the ground and die right there and then.

". . . thanks." he slowly murmurs back, waiting for you to grab your small fabric from his fingers, but you never did, "are you gonna take this or what?"

sukuna wanted to punch himself on the face after you flinched at the tone of his voice, your fingers frantically ripping away the fabric from his touch, mumbling out apologies. he didn't mean for his voice to come out that harsh.

the male wasted no more time in turning his heels to walk away, noticing your tense form; instead of a more positive assumption, his assumption worsened from you hating him, to you hating and being scared of him.

". . . bye." he mutters out, walking away with long strides to go find yuuji.

and when he did, sukuna just wanted to use his younger brother as a punching bag. hell, he didn't know why he was so angry at yuuji, and himself. heavy on himself, though.

"woah, what's up with you?" yuuji pushes his brother away lightly, "how did it go? did you guys like . . . at least exchanged phone numbers or not?"

sukuna shook his head, "think they're scared of me." he mutters out, throwing his head back, stressed out.

"is that your assumption again?" sukuna didn't answer him, which confirmed the question. the younger one heaves out a loud sigh that attracted an odd look—more like a glare—from sukuna.

"i wan' to sock your face in so bad," he mutters out condescendingly, eyes boring into yuuji's face; which in a way intimidated the younger twin, of course.

with a nervous smile, yuuji raises both of his hands up in defense, "chill, 'm gonna give you their phone number, maybe y'should ask them out or something."

see, the thing is that sukuna hated texting— in a way, it's like leaving footprints everywhere. he hated all that stuff. call him old fashioned, but you know he has a pretty good point. so he refused blatantly, "no, jus' leave it to me, i'll think of something."

the gods are on his side.

"i guess, we're partners?" you asked him meekly, slipping into yuuji's empty seat since the younger one was away with his assigned partner on the other side of the lecture hall.

sukuna hums, not knowing what else to say. his eyes followed your figure as you dropped a binder on top of the table, though— one thing particularly caught his eyes. the strip of photo that was tucked beneath the binder's transparent cover, he recognized you, your two other friends, and yuuji.

why the hell was his brother there? the male had one of his eyes closed, and a toothy grin; showing off his pearly whites while his fingers are formed into a peace sign. his cheek leaning onto the side of your head.

indubitably silenced, you averted your gaze to his face slightly. seeing that his attention was on your binder, you awkwardly shifted the book away— and sukuna came into his senses, now looking onto the surface of the table.

"uh . . . should we get started then?" you proposed, and he gave out a subtle nod.

the passing half an hour was just plain awkward. awkward is an understatement, you wanted to just walk out on him— but that would be rude. plus, he's actually doing his share of work, and you did yours. only conversing when you both needed opinions on each other's results.

"so," sukuna started, breaking the silence that seemed like had been going on for like . . . forever.

"you like my brother?"

you slowly tilted your head to look at him, blinking your eyes feverishly, "what—? god, no. what? where did that even come from?" sukuna felt the knot in his stomach unknot, a little relieved to hear your answer.

"just askin', since you're both so close." he shrugs, not even sparing you a glance.

"you're assuming." you found yourself chuckling, "jus' because we're close, doesn't mean i like yuuji— i think of him more of a . . . brother figure," you informed sukuna.

"oh." he resounds, "since we're twins, y'think of me as a brother too or is that exclusive for my twin?" sukuna questions, his tone laced with mischief.

rolling your eyes, you answered him in the same joking manner, "exclusive for your twin, not like we ever talked before, y'know?" oh. right, that did shut sukuna up, his silence killing the conversation almost immediately.

his silence domineered over you. it was like he was planning to do something to you right this very moment, until your lecturer calls out that the session was finished (and how the project should be submitted next week during his session).

saved by the lecturer.

"uh . . . well, should we continue this next time then?" you asked him, packing your stationary.

"yeah, sure."

" . . . if you don't mind, can i have your number? for project purposes," jackpot. sukuna took the chance and nodded, using his pen to swiftly write his digits on your binder, "thanks, i'll text you later. bye, sukuna."

once you left his sight, yuuji pops in. grinning efficiently, "i saw that, this must be fate, i can just feel it."

"you believe in that shit? we're just gonna talk about the project." sukuna retorts back, packing his own belongings before swinging his bag strap over his shoulder.

"oh come on, you're smiling. at least your body's honest," yuuji teases, earning an up right smack to the back of his head, "if they ask where you should do the project — say our house."

absolutely not. sukuna thought.

yet here you were, sitting on the floor of his room, scribbling away on a piece of paper as he sat across from you — glancing up from his own paper from time to time, taking a swift look at your focused face before returning to his own.

sukuna couldn't focus at all. he wanted to, really. but he was alone with you in his room, this was a chance for him; to get to know you. he had so much to say, but he didn't know where to start.

yuuji, earlier in the day had even gone out to give him a list of questions to ask you so you both could have a better relationship. sukuna didn't think it was needed, since well, it is sukuna. why would he need a list for?

on the other side, you too, were dying to say something. but the permanent scowl on sukuna's face made you falter even before you could take a whiff of him.

a knock to sukuna's door was all it took for the both of you to stop scribbling, finally taking a good look of each other. and the door swung open, revealing yuuji with a white shirt and a yellow jacket on, he was holding a plate of what seemed to be chocolate chip cookies, "so— how's your project holding up?"

sukuna shrugs, "i guess, it's fine."

yuuji slid the plate on top of the wooden table, grinning lightly, "you guys getting along just fine?" he questions, squatting down.

you nodded, "we're okay."

okay? okay??? well, in a way you and sukuna are both fine. but sukuna didn't feel fine, "guess so."

the dopey smile you had on the moment yuuji entered his room made sukuna think that you didn't feel comfortable enough to be in the same room as he is, alone. and honestly, just the thought of it made his stomach churn in agony — because, why must it be his own brother that he's jealous of?

"well, i gotta go. dig in the cookies, g'luck on the project you guys," yuuji smacked sukuna's back harshly before trotting away to leave the room, mutely shutting the door.

you grabbed a piece of cookie, taking a crunchy bite out of it. marveling in delight.

"are you scared of me?"

sukuna needed to stop with the sudden questions that made your heart leap at least three miles away. widening your eyes a bit, you arched both of your brows, "wha . . . t?"

you stopped chewing altogether, eyeing the male across from you like he's crazy. i mean — if you were to be honest, you were partially intimidated by him and the aura he's giving out.

"i asked if you're scared of me," sukuna repeats, laying his pen down onto the table as he intertwined his fingers together, waiting for an answer.

you nodded, "truthfully, you're intimidating."

oh.

sukuna expected that answer, but why did it actually made his heart throb? as in — the person he likes is actually scared of him, and it broke a little part of him. however, he still has a scowl on his face and his expression unchanged.

"you have this big scowl every time i go around yuuji, and it intimidates me. so i just assumed that you hated me," sukuna blinked, brows furrowing slowly; the creases in between his brows deepening by the passing second.

"what? i assumed that you hated me." he replied, emphasizing on the 'me'. and this time you furrowed your brows, swallowing the bite of cookie you took before and wiping the crumbs off the corner of your lips in confusion.

"what? no, i don't. what? why would you even assume that?" you questioned him, now dropping your own pen onto the table, completely disregarding the project.

"why would i not? y'keep avoiding me like i'm a bad person, so i just assumed that you hated me." sukuna replies.

"i thought you hated me, because you look like you want to kill me every single time, so i just never talked to you, it was pretty scary." you retorted back, shaking your head, the cookie was now a decoration in between your fingers.

sukuna can't help but to chuckle, "so it was jus' our shitty assumptions?"

you hummed, "i guess so."

to say the least, sukuna felt like he was breathing again. yuuji was definitely right about all these assumption things — and he kept in mind that he'd praise the younger twin later (maybe). the sight of you eating a cookie in front of him made him feel a little overwhelmed, now that he got all the hard part done. he felt like he could talk with you now.

"then . . . can i get to know ya'?"

you narrowed your eyes at him, "really? no strings attached?" he raised both of his hands up in defense, shaking his head lightly, "why do you look like you want to kill me every single time then? are you plotting my murder? is this a trick?"

your questions made him pop out a light smirk, "so what if i am, huh?" he teased.

rolling your eyes, you shoved a hand out to him, "since we didn't start off in the right path, why don't we start over? i feel like this is the only appropriate way."

sukuna raised his hand up to engulf yours in his, feeling a light tingle in his chest as you squeezed his hand lightly, "i'm y/n l/n, just call me y/n. cool?"

the male scoffs, "cool. sukuna ryomen, it's only fair if you get to call me by my first name too, so . . . call me ryomen."

"ryo for short. that's your name now," sukuna arched a brow with an amused smile, nodding his head. internally doing a victory dance in his mind as he just got a nickname from you — and yuuji is just 'yuuji'.

a win for him today.

"you're a little smiley today, did something happen between y/n and you earlier?" yuuji asks, pressing the pause button on his controller to face his brother who was laying down on the couch, the corner of his lips tugged upwards.

"i'm ryo now."

"ryo as in ryomen? i mean — that's your name, so? what are you implying?" sukuna stared at yuuji with a lighthearted smile. yuuji is somehow smart to catch up with these kind of things that it sometimes baffles sukuna, "oh, i get it. so, now you both are on first name basis?"

not even first name basis. this is a nickname that they gave me. sukuna sings in his mind, breathing out in content.

"it's a nickname. they gave it to me," yuuji cooed loudly, tossing his controller aside, "y'know . . . i was assuming they didn't like me, and they assumed it was the other way. they assumed i hated them because apparently i looked like i wanted to kill them?"

yuuji pointed his finger accusingly, "see? i was right!"

sukuna rolled his eyes, "that's the first time y'have ever been right, don't get ahead of yourself."

"so — when are you planning to confess to them, hm?"

a light kick to yuuji's side was enough to send him toppling over the couch, whining out in pain, "we just became friends, and y'think i should confess? that can wait," sukuna mumbles out.

sukuna was just delighted that his assumptions were unwarranted.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

OMG IM A FAN OF YOUR WRITING IF DMC

i was wondering,if u wanted, could u do a Dante x user,cuddles? simple as that just cuddles with Dante :3

thanks in advance

it was a lazy day, at least according to Dante, no missions which meant he could do whatever suits his fancy; today's agenda? cuddling with you in your shared bed that was the least comfortable thing in existence, but that didn't matter much when all your vision allowed you to see was the white haired half demon with the -sometime- tenancies of an overgrown cat.

An overly affectionate cat with how he was hellbent in keeping you within the confinds of the bed, whining whenever you even made a slight shift beneath him, tightening his grip on you and burrying his face deeper into your neck as he made a noise of content; a noise that might as well have been a deep purr when you began to run your fingers through his hair.

'You ever thought about out growing your hair?' you asked softly as your fingers trap a couple of strands of his white locks, holding it there for a few seconds before letting them fall back to where they were.

'no,' came Dante's voice, muffled from your neck and sluggish from sleep, 'why? you like guys with long hair or?'

you laughed, kissing the side of his head. 'no, just you really, only if you were to ever do so though.' that was another thing you loved about Dante. He was more then willing to indulge in your most stupidist, most sleep deprived of thoughts and delve into conversation, as though they were the most insightful things to ever happen between the two of you.

Dante hums as though in thought, his mind half awake and just as lazy as he was in this moment and finding no reason to leave when everything he could possibly want was right where he wanted, within his arms making not so sutble mentions on how he should grow his hair out for whatever reason. 'i'll think about it if it means i keep being the apple of your eye sweetheart.' He kisses your shoulder, tightening his hold on your waist as his legs interlock with your, leeching off of your warmth as if he didn't have ten times your warmth as well as being a six foot something demon hunter.

'You'll always be the apple of my eye doffus.' you began as you moved from caressing his hair to rubbing his broad back, feeling him melting further into you, purring softly it made you smile. 'Tell me who else would indulge me in the debate of why orange is the name of both fruit and colour late at night when we should really be asleep instead.' you added as you press another kiss to the side of his head, wanting to get rid of the thoughts floating within his head, reminding him that you weren't going away so easily as his mind makes him think you will.

You were here for the long run alongside your beautiful and golden hearted Dante.

'That's true,' Dante groans as he lifts his head begrudingly to look at you with softened blue eyes acompanied with a tired but content smile, 'we still need to finish that debate by the way, you fell asleep halfway through your own argument.' He laughs at the memory of you suddenly stopping half way through your sentance, only to look down on his chest and see that you were fast asleep, inable to finish your statment; and while Dante was sitting on his own statement on the matter but you were adorable, so he let it slide and fell asleep afterwards.

You rest your forehead against his, nudging his nose with yours, never having felt happier then you had in the time you have been with Dante. 'i did didn't i.' you said softly.

'You did but don't expect me to allow such a thing to happen again when adressing something so serious.' Dante joked as he stole a kiss from your lips before burrowing his head back into your neck where he pressed a kiss there out of habbit, breathing you in deeply as though he was trying to keep you within his mind even as he fell asleep.

'i'll keep that in mind the next time we debate how did someone know left is left and right is right.' You replied, resting your head atop of his and closing your eyes as sleep began to lull you into drifting off, but you tightened your hold on Dante as though he would slip through your fingers. So you made sure you were gripping the back of his shirt as you fell asleep, knowing he'll be there when you awake, real and living and breathing.

'then i shall bring my best arguments sweetheart.' Dante murmurs, feeling your fingers grip his shirt and pulls you in closer to his chest in hopes to calm your mind, all the while calming his own by squeezing your waist and nose the side of your neck as reminders that not everything in life will go against him; somethings were meant for him without any catches or conditions that were nedded to be met. He could be himself -whether it's him cracking jokes or him confessing his worst fears- without fear of judgment or worry that you wouldn't accept him, but he was gladly proven wrong when you held his face while in his devil form and saying; 'you're the most beautiful being i have ever seen.'

'wrong,' Dante said to no one in particular as he got comfortable for sleep by somehow cudding further into you then he already was, 'you're the most beautiful being i have ever seen. thank you for blessing my life like my own personal angel sweetheart, you really did save me.'