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mysumeow · 6 months ago

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ᯓ★ KINKTOBER DAY 6: OVERSTIMULATION

ᓚᘏᗢ WARNINGS: Afab body reader, overstimulation (receiving), unprotected piv, handholding omg officer this fic right here /j

ᓚᘏᗢ SUMMARY: When you simp so hard...it actually gets you were you want?

ᓚᘏᗢ WORD COUNT: 2.4k

ᓚᘏᗢ A/N: doneeee with my pending kinktober posts omgggg i thought i could use the whole week to procrastinate my days only playing infinity nikki and but then some stuff came up and ive barely been at home T_T but i really wanted to check this off my list before i lost the inspiration ueueueueue

. . . KINKTOBER MASTERLIST | TWST MASTERLIST

“Ace—“

“Oh, boy. I know where this is going.”

“Did you see Malleus’s—”

“I did, and I don’t want to hear you gush about it.”

“His radiance is unfair, but I’m not even mad about it. And that ponytail? He should wear his hair like that more often, he looks so—”

Fed up with your yapping, Ace forced a spoonful of his lunch into your mouth. “Thank the great seven that the cafeteria's so noisy no one heard anything. I would’ve run away and pretended I didn’t know you.”

You didn’t even bother chewing before you swallowed the lump of food down your throat to continue. “Don’t even let me get started on what I would do if I got my hands in his ponytail.”

Ace groaned in annoyance and opened his mouth to cut you off before you got started, but his face paled when his eyes landed on someone behind you that heard you talk about his liege like that.

“Human! Such unbecoming thoughts…!” was none other than Sebek. Had he not gripped his lunch tray hard enough, it would’ve clattered to the floor. Curse the fae part of his blood that gave him better hearing.

If Sebek was around, then Malleus too…

Was this the end of the renowned Ramshackle prefect? Was this the way your journey into this unknown wonderland would finish? If you were lucky enough, dying was the way to return home…

“Sebek, it’s not polite to interrupt someone’s conversation,” Malleus reprimanded him. “Let’s continue in our way. We’re in the middle of the entrance.”

“Yes, my liege.” Sebek’s infuriated expression calmed down, and he followed him.

“I thought you were a goner!” Ace couldn’t help but laugh, his hands on his tummy.

“Do you think he heard? I don’t think I’ll be able to speak to him ever again.” meanwhile, you hid your face behind your palms.

“That’s what you get for subjecting me to your lovesick babble.” Ace poked your side. “If it serves to console you, he didn’t seem angry. Then again, who knows what a prince is thinking.”

“Maybe I should go apologize.”

“Errh, it’s best not to bring up the topic again, in case he didn’t hear you. Maybe he was thinking of something else and didn’t notice it.” He shrugged and went back to eating his lunch before it got cold. “Do whatever will allow you to sleep better tonight.”

After this, sleeping tonight wasn’t something you were going to be doing much, that’s for certain.

You found yourself at the door of his club before you could decide whether confronting it was a good idea or not. You were just going to say hi and probe his reactions to decipher if he was mad or not. If there was any crackling of lightning happening, you knew that was your cue to run away…

“Prefect.”

Your hand stopped just before you could knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Your hand sweated while you turned the knob and stepped in with caution. You expected a rapid flash of lightning to strike you down the moment you stepped into the empty classroom; instead, Malleus had his hands occupied with stone sculpting tools. His movements ceased when his eyes found yours.

“Come closer. You won’t be able to hear me at that distance.”

You made it inside without being turned into a pile of ash. That was a good start.

“I doubt I’ll have any more visitors other than you this afternoon,” he surveyed you for a second. “You appear to be uneasy. Did something happen?”

“No,” you were quick to deflect. “Uh, you said something about having visitors now?”

“Well, of course. I placed an announcement about a gargoyle tour for today, but, as usual, there’s a lack of invitees. Other than you, that is.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him you didn’t come here for that—besides, the tour could be interesting. You weren’t against the idea of dipping your toes into the history of gargoyles.

He must’ve noticed your contemplative expression, as he continued with a: “Or did you show up with other intentions?”

“I came here for the tour!” you blurted out. “I’ve always wondered what your club was like, and since you’re knowledgeable about gargoyles, I would like to listen more about them.”

“I appreciate your enthusiasm. Well then, let us begin.”

By the time the tour ended, your worries had gone to the back of your mind, as you were immersed in the eloquent manner Malleus carried his words and shared his vast knowledge in gargoyles.

“I didn’t know there was a difference between a gargoyle and a grotesque. Being honest, they looked pretty much the same to me.”

“Correct, don’t confound the two. Gargoyles are a lot more than mere decoration. Good to know the tour has served as a new acquisition of knowledge for you.”

“I don’t get why people don’t visit your club more often. You’re great at explaining stuff, and I didn’t know gargoyles had this much history behind them. If it were Trein trying to explain this to me in the slow voice he uses during lectures, I wouldn’t have retained half of what I just learned.”

“I agree. The world should appreciate gargoyles more. Now, I’ll hold a pop quiz for you.”

“Oh—”

“It’s in your interest to say the correct answer, or this will be the last time you see me in this hairstyle.”

“Huh?!”

As your thoughts reeled into the implications of his declaration, Malleus threw the first question.

“What does this particular gargoyle represent?”

“A-Ah, that one! The power of metamorphosis, right? The ability to transcend beyond mortal limitations to higher realms of consciousness...something like that.” You were 99% sure that was what Malleus said earlier.

“Why are gargoyle’s expressions, which are commonly regarded as terrifying, like that?”

That was an easier one. “To ward off evil spirits and protect the people.”

“Right answer, although too simple. It also serves as a reminder that actions have consequences,” the way his lips curved with a taunting smile made you think that he did hear you in the cafeteria after all. “Last question: Why do some gargoyles have wings while others don’t?”

This one took longer for you to come up with an answer. You had a faint memory of him explaining it, but it was brief.

“Was it because they’re located in higher to protect places like towers?”

“Interesting observation. They don’t always represent ubication, however. Wings could represent divinity. A lack of wings meant terrestrial creatures.”

“…Did I fail the pop quiz?”

“Even though you could’ve done better, your score is acceptable,” the corners of his mouth quirked up with a barely held back amused smile. “Anything else you’d like to add?”

“I’m sorry for what happened during lunch.”

“Humans are skillful when it comes to deflecting from the truth, even when one’s inquiries are direct. I must admit, I welcome your honest opinion about my hairstyle today. Even if delivered in such an immodest fashion.”

“Did Lilia suggest the change in hairstyle?”

“He did.”

“He’s got a keen eye for this, then,” you nodded. “I… think it suits you. It’s a fresh look on you, which doesn’t take away your princely charms.”

“Princely charms…?” he placed a hand on his chin, in thought.

“I—”

“You sure know how to get in someone’s good graces.” He chuckled. “You’re welcome to thread your fingers into my hair. Just do not dishevel it too much, or I can’t promise what could happen to you if you do.”

Despite his ominous threat, Malleus leaned down to allow you better access to his head. With how close he was, a rush of ardor made you giddy, but you remained calm. You stretched your arm to caress the lush locks, your fingers threading into them. Cautious. His hair was well taken care of, the brush of the strands like silk against your skin.

“Last time anyone dared to caress my head that way was Lilia when I was still a child,” Malleus reminisced in a hushed tone. “Back then, I thought it was patronizing, to an extent. I don’t feel it that way now, however. How peculiar.

Malleus could be rather elusive at times, and, depending on what he would say, you weren’t sure you had understood him right. Yet, on this occasion, he wasn’t against your touches. That’s what you understood.

While in your thoughts, your fingers wandered close to an uncharted zone: the base of his horns.

By the time you noticed, it was late. Malleus raised his head to look at you, the change in his eyes evident.

If not for the pinkish flush taking hold of his cheeks, you would’ve thought you did something you shouldn’t have.

“You may proceed. I don’t…dislike the feeling,” he said, not moving away. If anything, he tilted his head closer to your hand. His throat emitted a low vibration, which you soon discovered was similar to a purr. Dragon fae could do that?

Your hands pressed against his chest when you felt him inch you towards a nearby desk, tools for carving forgotten near its edge.

“It appears that you aren’t aware of it, but my kind doesn’t lower their head to allow just anyone to touch their horns. They’re personal,” His slit pupils stared into yours, unwavering. “Why did you stop your hand? Do you not accept my advancements?”

You felt your mouth go dry with his towering presence. How he caged you in with his bigger figure, looming over you. “I do accept them!” you blurted out.

After you spoke, Malleus’s thumb caressed your lower lip, and his attention shifted there. Mere seconds after, his eyes closed as he leaned in, the message of what was about to happen clear enough. With your quickened heart, you reciprocated the oncoming affection.

It was unfair. Silky hair and soft lips unlike anything you’ve touched before. Typical of a dragon, Malleus soon grew impatient and greedy. Regardless of inexperience, the fervor in his heart made up for it. His fangs were in the way, numerous times threatening to break through your skin despite his efforts to keep the kiss prudent. You were addicted to the feeling of them creating subtle punctures, however.

His hand slithered behind your back to keep you upright; the space between your bodies became none. There was an obvious hardness concealed behind his pants that pushed and grinded against your body. The friction ignited pleasure. You lacked the constraint to avoid grinding against it, the pleasure straight to your clit.

“Does that feel good?”

You nodded, out of breath.

Malleus grabbed your legs and placed them around his hips; the push of his body into yours was stronger now. He moved in tandem with your grinding, the surge in pleasure hooking you to a nonstop movement. Your arms shot to wrap around his shoulders, bringing him closer. His lips and teeth sought your neck to litter it with his own marks. The noise of the desk’s leg creaking against the floor faded to the background; you were close to coming.

His lips engulfed yours, your moan of his name swallowed by him.

In the meantime, you caught your breath and undid the purple belt around his body.

“Impatient, aren’t you?” He watched you struggle to undress him, the waves of your orgasm still fresh.

“I need you,” you admitted, finally pushing the coat off his shoulders.

“Glad to oblige.”

He finished the work and nudged your legs open to stand in between them. Thick and long—specially long—his dick was erect with a hefty amount of precum on its head. The size might be a little intimidating, but given how wet you were, it shouldn’t be a problem.

Malleus enclosed you, keeping his arms rigid to prop himself on top of your torso; his ponytail cascaded down his shoulder. You were tempted to reach out and brush your fingers in it. Maybe on another occasion.

A hand went to yours to hold it, which caused you to dart a glance at him, in question. His hand engulfed yours to near completion; if the difference in size wasn’t evident enough from height, this consolidated it. Meanwhile you marveled, Malleus jutted until it was inside of you, pushing your walls to accommodate him. It was no laughing matter—his cock prodded into the deepest part of your cunt, and yet, a couple of inches remained outside.

Malleus squeezed your hand with reassurance, taking note of your breathless state.

Backing down wasn’t an option for you. You needed him. Even if the stretch tiptoed close to pain, this—you wanted it. Even if the buzz from your previous orgasm still thrummed in your body and your clit was tender, you hugged his frame with your legs and offered the final push that remained to take him in until the base. At your encouragement, Malleus huffed from the surge in pleasure, eyes closed to embrace the feeling.

You canted your hips upwards to meet his thrusts; the creaking of the desk’s leg restarted its noise. Malleus gripped your hand with more fervor, lost in pleasure and forgetting about it. In turn, you gave his a firm squeeze. His chest heaved with deep breaths, a low groan making its way out every couple of seconds. He lowered until your chests were squeezed together, the hand that held your hip snaking to the back and grasping your shoulder to impel you harder. The rhythmic onslaught kindled your libido. One step away from the climax.

You came undone beneath him a second time; he didn’t stand a chance with how your pussy clamped down around him. His lips parted with a silent gasp as he came too, viscous cum pumped inside and coating your walls.

“Mal—” Your voice came at a higher pitch than you’re used to. He already came, but his thrusts haven’t stopped. They were slow and deliberate, not allowing a single drop to slip away from your cunt.

He dipped his head to kiss you, his lips encased yours. Albeit less frenetic, it wasn’t any less loving. Just now, you remember your intertwined hands.

“I’m sorry,” you had dug your nails quite fervently. “I didn’t notice.”

“How do you plan on making it up to me?”

“Ah…”

“Next time, when you harbor thoughts of such forward nature, I’d appreciate it more if you cofessed them to me only.”

#twisted wonderland smut #twst smut #malleus x reader

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shouyuus · 6 months ago

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─── Ⅵ CHAPTER FIVE: DON'T HATE THE PLAYERS

violet; 5,460 words; fluff, suggestive content, drama, hockey!vi, figure skater!reader, smau-intermissions, miscommunication, fake dating, lesbian situationships rly hit diff, toxic ex!cait, simp!vi, rival!sevika, inappropriate use of locker rooms, vi is down so horrifically bad its kind of sad tbh

summary: in which instagrams are posted, texts are sent, hockey games are played, and you try your best to make it back in time to gie vi her present.

a/n: a lot of things happen here. LOL but i promise they're not all bad! ALSO. the insta post picture IS NOT PERFECT but it was the best i could do. and i didn't have time to commission an artist to draw the exact image that i wanted :( but i hope it at least gives the vibe of the post. and... it starts getting frisky here so... yall have been warned!

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─── Ⅵ "OH SHIT, she said that?”

Vi grunts, rolling her eyes as she drops the deadlift bar with a loud thunk, flicking her belt off with her thumb.

“Yeah. I told her to fuck off.”

“Atta girl!” Jayce says, thumping her on the shoulder. Vi casts him a disgusted look.

“If you value your future offspring, Talis, never call me that again.”

Jayce laughs, reaching down to help Vi put the weights back onto the rack.

“I honestly thought it was gonna take much longer for you to, y’know —”

Vi pauses before straightening to pin him with a look.

“What? You thought I’d super hung up on her or something?”

Jayce shrugs, “Well, yeah. You seemed pretty deep in it when you two were together so…”

Vi sighs, carding a hand through her sweat-slicked hair.

“I mean, I was, but… I dunno… seeing her with that new girlfriend of hers… and just… her reaching out to try and — what… sabotage my…” Vi bites back the word ‘relationship’ so she just makes a vague sort of gesture and continues, “really kinda put things into perspective for me.”

Jayce hums thoughtfully, “Yeah, but that Nolen girl’s no joke either. Her whole family’s been in the military — her dad’s some sort of war hero, and her mom’s the daughter of a politician, I think.”

Vi casts him a sidelong glance before scoffing, “Wow. Mel really did her research, huh?”

At this, Jayce jerks up, sputtering, “Well — she just — you know — her family’s also — I —”

Vi laughs, waving him off, “Whatever dude… but I already knew all that — why d’you think Caitlyn even ditched me in the first place?”

Jayce frowns, “Wasn’t it… because her mom didn’t approve of you or something like that?”

“Yep. We had one dinner together, and her mother made it very clear that she didn’t think someone of ‘my elk’ was worthy of being with her daughter. Apparently, having an adoptive father who owns a local watering hole and coaches college hockey isn’t the exact pedigree she’s looking for.”

Jayce lets out a low whistle.

Vi grabs a dumbbell for bicep curls.

“And… it seems like Caitlyn really look her mother’s words to heart. Cause a few weeks later… well, you know the rest.”

Jayce sighs, “That’s… unfortunate. But hey, look on the bright side. Without Cait’s mom, you would’ve never had the chance to date an Olympic athlete, right?”

Vi’s mouth twists into a half-grimace as she puffs out a breath and flexes her arm up, her eyes focused on her form in the mirror.

“Yeah well — not sure what exactly we are right now so… who knows.”

Jayce folds his arms, “Give her time. I haven’t known her as long as Mel has but she’s still a really good friend and…” Jayce allows himself a tiny, slanted grin as Vi pushes through her reps, “Mel wasn’t lying when she told you that we’ve never seen her like this with anyone else before.”

Vi finishes her first set with a loud exhale, glancing up at him.

“Don’t go getting my hopes up like that, pretty boy,” but she’s smiling when Jayce bends down to hand her a bottle of Gatorade, “hasn’t anyone told you it’s not good manners to toy with a girl’s feelings?” she pitches her voice up at the end, wiggling her fingers through the air even as Jayce rolls his eyes.

A few minutes later, Jayce frowns as he turns back to Vi.

“You’ve blocked her number, right?”

Vi huffs, still counting beneath her breath, “— twenty-two, twenty-three — who? What? — Twenty-four —”

“Caitlyn’s.”

Vi grunts, straining through a few more reps before stopping to glance up at Jayce.

“No. Why? Should I?”

Jayce licks his lips, frowning slightly.

“Yeah. Might be a good idea.”

Vi shrugs, “Yeah. I’ll do it later.”

Jayce nods, “Good. Alright — abs, lets go.”

You’re antsy all the way to the airport, checking your phone every four seconds, your knee bouncing even as the cab driver pulls up into the terminal and opens the trunk to grab your bag with a smile.

You bolt through the doors, thanking the heavens that the TSA Pre line is nearly empty.

Just as soon as you get through security, Mel calls.

“Have you got it?” you ask, without even saying hello.

Mel sigh, “Yes, yes, but it won’t do much good if you’re not here to give it to her —”

“I know! I know — I’m at the airport, and just got through security. Are you and Jayce —”

“I’ll come pick you up at the airport — thank god it’s only 16 minutes away from campus.”

“And you’re sure we’ll still make it on time for the game?”

“So long as your flight doesn’t get delayed —”

“It won’t.”

Mel laughs, the sound soft as you speed-walk your way through the terminal, slumping down next to your designated one with a long breath.

“Alright then, darling. I’ll see you in a few hours,” Mel says.

You make a loud kissing noise into the speaker and hang up, your fingers automatically flicking through the open windows till you come to yours and Vi’s text history.

You grin down at it stupidly for a few more seconds before jolting out of your seat as one of the gate agents comes to shake your hand and help you board first. As you sink into the wide, business-class seat, you close your eyes, taking a few deep breaths. Your fingers fiddle with a thin gold chain around your neck and you bite back another grin.

You tug out the small teardrop locket dangling from the chain and flick open the clasp. Inside is nestled a single violet flower, pressed and perfect, preserved behind a thin pane of shimmering glass.

Vi makes a round of the rink, scanning the crowd with furrowed brows.

Nope. Nope. Nope…

She swears silently to herself, rolling her shoulders as the crowd roars.

You promised you’d be here tonight.

“And tonight, we’ve got our season’s top two favorites for the NCAA’s Frozen Four Championship — the Piltover Enforcers, and the Zaunite Barons!”

Vi grins as the stadium positively shakes with applause. It’s always nice playing on home-ice. Across the rink, she can see the huge, lumbering shapes of the Barons, and her jaw clenches as she catches Sevika’s eye.

They’d been something like childhood friends once upon a time. But after a falling out of meteoric proportions, they’d settled somewhere between grudging acquaintances and mortal enemies. Where they land on the scale on any particular day typically depends on the weather, the orbital tide height, and whether or not Mercury is currently in retrograde.

Though judging by the smirk that’s visible from beneath Sevika’s helmet, Vi thinks it’s nearing the mortal enemies end of the spectrum today.

All the players line up for the face off.

Vi bites down on her mouth guard and smacks her stick against the ice. Sevika skates up to her, bending down so close their helmets clack.

And for a brief, interminable second, Vi thinks Sevika’s going to stay quiet. But the moment passes and Sevika chuckles, the sound low and hoarse and utterly derisive. It sets Vi’s teeth on edge even before the first word leaves her mouth.

“Heard America’s snowflake-sweetheart’s got you wrapped around her little finger.”

“Tch. What’s it to you?” Vi’s eyes flash up.

Sevika’s smirk has morphed into a full blown grin, sharp as freshly turned blades.

She shrugs, keeping her voice low as the official says something or other to both the teams.

“Well… just a lotta people buzzin’ online about her perfect skate at her competition this past weekend and I’m just thinkin’… man… you must not be fuckin’ her right —”

“You —” Vi nearly jerks up, but Sevika presses in just a bit tighter and Vi grounds her teeth down over the mouth guard.

“Cause if you lemme **take her for a spin, you can bet your scrawny ass that she won’t even be able to stand up straight, let alone skate clean.”

The puck hits the ice as if in slow motion; Vi feels a white-hot anger mixed with something very much like hurt surging up the length of her spine as she watches Sevika’s stick make contact with the puck first. But she doesn’t care — she slams her body forward and feels her shoulder check into Sevika’s chest as they both go sprawling across the ice and the puck goes wide.

They scramble up and take off after the puck, now in Zaunite possession, Sevika’s shoulder ramming reflectively into Vi’s as they jostle down the length of the rink.

Vi cracks her shoulder back into Sevika and the momentary gap is all she needs to break away, circling wide behind the goal. Someone shouts Reverse! and Vi feels more than sees the tiny black puck make contact with her stick. Her body moves on instinct, and she’s halfway down the rink before the others catch up to her.

She allows herself a single, tight-lipped grin before someone slams into her back with the force of a speeding firetruck. The world spins, but a second later, Vi hears the unmistakable sounds of Sevika’s heaving breaths.

“Ha. Aren’t you glad your little girlfriend isn’t here to see you eat shit?”

Vi flips around and before she knows it, she’s swinging her left arm into Sevika’s helmet, knocking it askew.

“Vi!”

Vi’s whole body seizes at the sound of your voice, and she looks up wildly, but she pays for it a moment later as Sevika’s fist connects with her jaw and her head snaps back. She brings her elbow down against Sevika’s extended arm, her free hand grappling to keep Sevika’s head shoved against the ice.

A whistle blows and they shove apart, shaking their heads and spitting blood. Vi tastes iron on her tongue and winces as she rotates her jaw. There’ll be a nasty bruise, but it’s not dislocated, and Vi’s suffered much worse at Sevika’s hands.

Half a foot from her, Sevika is shaking out her arm, looking murderous as the official comes up to point them towards the penalty box.

Vi looks around, and halfway across the rink, she sees you, your eyes wide, your hands pressed over your mouth, Mel and Jayce sitting next to you, both looking worried. But you’ve got dark streaks painted on your cheeks, and it takes her a second to recognize the large “VI” written there — her number, her name.

The world melts around her as she meets your eyes, and you look so worried that she almost laughs. This is nothing, she wants to say, you ain’t seen nothing yet, princess.

But the second is short lived as the official skates over and jerks his head towards the penalty box. She sighs, begrudgingly skating over and settling herself as far away from Sevika as humanly possible as the clock starts on their five minutes.

When all’s said and done, the game is a good one — with the final score of 3-2 in Piltover’ s favor. Sevika gets another penalty, but Vi manages to keep her cool. And by the end, everyone’s sweaty and tired, but riding high, and Vi can’t help the way she once more scans the cheering crowd for your face.

But, you’re not there. The seat next to Jayce and Mel is empty, and Vi can’t help the clawing, hollowing sensation that burrows up her chest from the base of her stomach.

“Don’t look so disappointed,” Margot teases, bumping Vi as they all clamber off the ice.

Vi narrows her eyes, “What’dyou mean?”

Margot only grins, shooting Vi a wink before following the rest of the team towards the lockers.

Her phone buzzes and Vi glances down, only to see a single line of text from you:

come to the figure skating lockers. i’ve got a present for you.

Electricity zings up Vi’s limbs as she pivots hard left and makes her way down the heavily padded hallway towards the figure skating lockers, tugging off her gear as she goes. By the time she gets there, she’s managed to get most of her upper pads off, shucking them outside the door, leaving her in her loose jersey and pants.

She pushes through the thick metal door into the figure skating lockers. They’re smaller, brighter, and generally cleaner than the hockey team lockers. Vi’s never thought herself a stickler for things like nicer locker rooms but stepping in, she can’t help the way that her eyebrows shoot up.

“Whoa.”

“They’re not all this nice.”

Vi whips her head around so fast she almost gets a crick in her neck at the sound of your voice. And there — standing next to the far row of pure white lockers, with your hands behind your back and her number (her name still painted on your cheek), you.

“Yeah?” she asks, even as she drops her helmet on the thickly padded floor and shuffles forward in her skates. She takes her time looking you over — and objectively, she knows it’s only been a few days since she’d last seen you, but it feels like forever, the way time stretches endless when you’re a little kid on the playground and eternity is just another thing you can take for granted.

You purse your lips around a shy grin and Vi almost groans as she notices the bright pink ribbon tied around your neck like a choker. You’re wearing the little black dress that you’d worn to that sorority party, the one that’s been the subject of one too many of her dirty daydreams — her varsity jacket slung around your shoulders.

“Sweet god, princess… is this the present you have for me? Please tell me it is —”

You let out a soft puff of exasperated laughter.

“No! I mean —” your eyes cut away as you shift your weight from one foot to another, falling back half a step as Vi takes a few steps closer. “I-if you want it to be — this can be — uhm — an additional present —”

“Mm… I don’t think I want any other present if I’ve got this one —” Vi says, inwardly thanking the heavens that she’d kept her skates on as they give her a few more inches as she corners you against a row of snow-white lockers, so bright they’re almost blinding.

“I — well that’s —”

“Mm… cat got your tongue, princess?” Vi asks, reaching up to tug your chin back towards her as you try to glance away.

You suck in a short breath, your lashes fluttering as you meet her gaze with yours — dark to light, amber and ice.

There’s adrenaline coursing through her system, and Vi knows she’s still riding high off the win, off the knowledge that you’re here, and that you’re here for her. She looks you over with reverent eyes, her gaze lingering on the dark paint now slightly smeared across your cheeks in a large “VI”.

“I… I got this for you a while back…” you say, pressing something into her chest. Vi pauses, glancing down to see a small black box wrapped in a length of bright pink ribbon the exact same make and color as the one around your neck.

Vi falls back a step to take the box in her hands, turning it over.

“What is it?”

You shrug, a tiny, bird-like movement. Sweet and almost daring.

Vi grins as she traces a finger along a single ear of the perfectly tied bow.

“Can I?” she asks.

You nod, chewing on your bottom lip.

Vi tugs on the ribbon and it comes loose with a whisper. She opens the box to reveal a simple, teardrop locket set on a golden chain. She picks it up, letting the locket dangle from her fingers.

“Go on, open it,” you prompt, looking both bashful and eager. Vi gives you one more glance before fumbling open the locket to reveal a single snowflake, carved into the thick glass set into the middle of the locket.

“Oh.” Vi breathes, her voice nothing but a whisper. She stare at the locket, at the simplicity and delicacy of it. And then, she looks back up at you.

“It’s — Mel and Jayce helped me pick it — I didn’t know if you even wore stuff like this but —”

“I’ll wear it,” Vi says, letting the pendant drop into the palm of her opened hand. She offers it to you with a lopsided grin. “Can you help me put it on?”

You nod, a bit breathless, even as you take the locket from her and undo the clasp with trembling fingers. Vi grins as she leans in to let you fasten the chain around her neck, reveling in the tiny kiss of cold metal against her sweaty skin as she pulls back.

“So? How’s it look?” she asks.

You stare at the locket, and then up at her, and she swears she can see your eyes go molten.

“It looks… good.”

“Good,” Vi whispers, reaching up to finger at the tiny pink bow still tied around your neck. You suck in a breath, going still against her as she ghosts her breath along the long column of your neck. And she thinks she can almost hear the sound of your heart pounding against your ribcage by the way your pulse flutters in your neck — she sure as hell can feel her own traitorous heart thundering away in her chest as she glances from the bow around your neck up to you and back down again.

“Can I?” she asks again, though this time, her voice is gentle, imploring, something like a plea as opposed to question.

She revels in the way your pulse flutters beneath the bright pink of the satin.

“Y-yeah —” you say, your own voice a harsh scrape of sound over a burgeoning need that Vi can almost taste on her tongue. But, she wants to take her time with you, she thinks, so she trails her fingers up to your neck and teases at the rabbit ears of the butterfly bow before tugging one end loose. And just like before, the ribbon gives way much too easily, and something gold shimmers as it drops from beneath the pink satin.

She stares.

It’s a gold chain identical to the one around her neck, with a teardrop pendant strung from it that mirrors her own.

This time, when she glances up, her eyes are wide, almost disbelieving.

Your throat bobs as you clench your fingers at your sides, resisting the urge to lift your hands and help her.

“What…” her voice trails off, disbelieving.

You lick your lips. “Go on — open it.”

Vi nearly fumbles the locket twice before she gets it open, and her short intake of breath is the only sign you get that she’s seen what’s inside. You hold your own breath, watching her face as it flickers through a film-frame series of emotions.

“Is that —” her voice is hoarse; she clears her throat, running a thumb over the glass.

“Yeah,” you say, reaching up to take the open pendant from her, glancing down at it yourself, heat pricking into your cheeks as your eyes settle on the pressed violet.

She’s kissing you before either of you can say another word, and the force of it nearly slams your head back into the lockers but Vi’s hand is somehow there to cushion you, her fingers digging into your hair as you gasp open for her wanting mouth. It’s not a sweet kiss and there’s nothing gentle in the sting of her nails raking against your scalp as she presses you close, and then closer.

It’s a clash of teeth and tongue, skin and sound — your tiny, surprised squeak eclipsed by the low moan that reverberates from her chest to yours as she licks into the hot cavern of your mouth and feels you soften against her — sweet as sun-warmed honey.

“F-fuck princess —” Vi hisses, pulling back with a panting breath as you let your head fall back, gasping for air even as she yanks you towards her till both of you are toppling onto one of the long benches, your legs falling open to straddle her thighs, her hands poised over the round of your hips.

You look down at her, running your thumbs along her cheeks eyes flickering over her face — and the admiration caught behind the fractured glass of your eyes is so obvious that Vi almost turns away, embarrassed. Instead, she leans up to nose into the triangle of your threading pulse, delighting in the shiver that chases down the shape of you, in the involuntary way your thighs squeeze on either side of hers.

She grins, inching her fingers beneath the hem of your little black dress, groaning as she finds the winged hollows of your hipbones and realizes, half a breath later, that you’re not wearing any panties.

“Holy shit — w-were you like this the whole game?” she asks, her eyes going wide with awe.

You bite your lips, cocking your head to one side as you reach up to brush away a strand of hair from her forehead.

“No…” you say, but your voice trails off and you glance towards the side. She follows your gaze to the left, only to find your bookbag sagging against one of the far lockers. A smirk twists her lips as her eyes slingshot back to you.

“Oh wow… so…” she drawls, trailing her fingers ever so slowly up the bare skin of your hips, hitching the hem of your tight black dress further and further up till it’s barely covering what she now knows is your bare cunt.

“You came in here and took them off… just for me?” she bats her lashes at you, her skylight eyes going dark and liquid as she watches you fidget above her. Your tongue swipes across your bottom lip and Vi has to physically bite back a moan.

“Maybe I did — what of it?”

Vi’s smirk stretches as she reaches up to tug your face down towards hers, so close you can taste her breath dissolving on your tongue like sugar into tea.

“Princess…” she says, and her voice is so thick with desire it might’ve been spread there with a butter knife, “I thought… you wanted to take things slow.” Her fingers have successfully rucked your dress up high enough for it to gather at your waist, though she keeps her eyes on yours and makes no move to take advantage of the fact that you’re now entirely naked from the waist down.

You shrug up a single shoulder.

“Right… but I also remember telling you that I’m not the best with impulsivity…”

Vi laughs, the sound bright and honest. You giggle, pursing your lips, your cheeks tinted such a darling shade of crimson that Vi doubts rosy-fingered dawn would’ve had the power to eclipse it.

“Good,” she says, reaching up to cup your face with both her hands, bringing you down to tease her lips over yours, her words soft and indulgent, “cause honestly, I’ve never been the best with that either.”

She’s about to kiss you again, content to lose herself in the intoxicating drag of your lips on hers, but a text message alarm blips from her pants pocket and it jars the both of you from your desire-induced trance.

You blink, a slight frown creasing your forehead as she reaches into her hockey pants and digs out her phone. You sit back slightly as Vi clicks on her screen to see a slew of notifications dating back till god knows when, but the latest is sent from a few seconds ago and only reads:

New iMessage from cupcake 🧁

“What the —” Vi frowns.

But a second later, you’re pushing off her lap, and Vi catches a glint of the hurt in your eyes before you’re tugging down your dress and wrapping your arms around yourself.

“That’s Caitlyn, right?” you ask, your voice tenuous.

And for a second, Vi seriously considers lying to you, telling you that it’s someone else — that it’s Powder or even one of the girls from the hockey team, but she sees the fractured look in your eyes and knows that she can’t.

“Y-yeah — it is but —”

You suck in a deep breath, your fingers twisting in front of you even as Vi pushes up from the bench to try and reach for you. You jerk away, your back hitting the lockers with a loud clang that set’s Vi’s teeth on edge, even as she clenches her fist and drops her arm.

“No, it’s — it’s fine,” you say, making your swift way to your bag and snatching it up, digging around for your phone before shouldering the straps and rounding the benches again. And maybe it’s the sheer desperation curling up her chest, or the fact that the name had just come up on her screen but when she opens her mouth again, Vi says the worst possible combination of words —

“Wait, cupcake —”

You physically flinch at the pet name and Vi squeezes her eyes shut with sigh. Fuck.

When she opens her eyes again, you’re by the locker room door, your hand poised on the handle. You shoot her a single, broken backwards glance before pulling it open and slipping away.

Vi stands there, held still by the oppressive silence and the bleached-white metal all around her. She’s frozen for a single second longer before she swings her fist into the row of lockers next to her and pain ricochets up her arm from her knuckles, and her fingers pull away, already bruised.

“Fuck!”

Your fingers are shaking so badly it takes you three tries before you manage to punch the call button on Mel’s speed dial. She picks up after a single ring.

“Hey there, darling — well that was quick — we’re all heading to the after party if you —”

“Mel — c-can you come and p-pick me up?”

Mel goes quiet, and then —

“Darling? What’s wrong? What’s happened?”

“N-Nothing I just — can you come pick me up?” you hiccup halfway through your sentence, wiping at the fat, traitorous tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.

Distantly, you can hear Mel saying something and Jayce’s voice answering back. A moment later, she’s back on the line.

“I’ll come get you, but you have to tell me what’s wrong. Why’re you crying? Did Vi do something?”

“No — it’s — it’s nothing — I just d-don’t feel very good —”

Mel sighs, “Alright then, stay where you are and I’ll come get you. I’ll be right there, okay?”

“Yeah — t-thanks Mel.”

You hang up the phone and dart into the nearly abandoned parking lot, the crowds have long since dispersed, leaving you thankfully alone. You slump against the outer wall of the rink and suck in a deep, shuddering breath, reaching up to rub at your eyes with an angry palm. You cast your eyes up at the ruefully clear autumn night, the moon hanging fat and low, the stars twinkling with their cold, far-off light.

Approximately five minutes later, Mel pulls into the parking lot, mercifully alone, rolling down the windows as you rush forward and let yourself into the passenger’s side of the car, sinking into the seat with a bitten-off sob.

“Oh my darling… what happened?” Mel reaches over to give your hand a squeeze.

You bite your lips, blinking hard at the dark tarp roof of her convertible, clutching at your bag.

“Sh-she got a text from ‘cupcake’.”

Mel stares at you for a solid three seconds before slumping back into her seat and reaching up to pinch her nose bridge.

“I’m going to murder Jayce.”

“I fucked up — I fucked up —”

“Whoa, whoa — slow down — what the hell happened?”

Vi nearly chucks her skates into the already dented lockers just as Jayce makes an abortive move forward as if to stop her. She drops her skates and buries her face in her hands instead.

“Caitlyn texted me, and — and I never changed her contact from ‘cupcake’ —”

Jayce groans, running a hand through his hair.

“I thought I told you to block her?”

“I forgot, okay?” Vi says, tugging so hard on her own hair that Jayce has to reach out and smack her hands away.

Jayce sighs, leaning back against the lockers, looking over the shape of her. He can’t help the tiny grin that hitches his lips or the small puff of helpless laughter.

“Wow.”

Vi looks up, “What?”

Jayce just shrugs, “No, it’s just — been a while since I’ve seen you down this bad.”

Vi flips him off, “Fuck you, Talis. Yeah, laugh it up — look! It’s Vi! Piltover’s favorite train-crash lesbian, fumbling yet another —”

“Y’know, one of the things about being in a nice, committed, completely non-toxic long-term relationship —” Jayce says loudly, cutting her off despite the murderous look in Vi’s eyes, “is that you learn real quick that you’re always gonna be the one that’s wrong, and that your dear, darling, perfect girlfriend will always be the one that’s right.”

He grins, bitten-lipped and open-palmed. Like this, he looks almost like the politician that Vi knows Mel’s parents so desperately want him to be.

Vi frowns, “What’re you getting at, pretty boy? Spit it the fuck out — I don’t have the patience for your bullshit right —”

“And you know what people do when they’re wrong?” Jayce continues in that chipper, Sunday-morning commercial voice of his. He leans forward even as Vi leans back, the frown digging ever deeper between her brows.

“Uh… cry and punch things and shoot for a new PR at the gym?”

Jayce snorts, but at least Vi’s smiling.

“No, you fuckin’ fratbro son of a — you apologize.”

Vi’s gaze goes flat. “Ah. Right. Of course — why didn’t I think of —”

“And then — ” Jayce continues, raising his voice even higher, a finger pointed up in the air as if he were delivering the valedictorian speech at graduation, before he twists his hand and pokes it into Vi’s jersey-clad chest.

“You do better.”

Vi’s breath catches; she blinks up at Jayce before swallowing around the peach pit in her throat.

“R-right…”

Jayce hikes both of his eyebrows comically high. Vi glances up towards them before puffing out a breath.

“Think you can do that?” Jayce asks, his voice now finally back to normal.

Vi chews on the inside of her cheek before shrugging up a shoulder.

“Dunno, but… I really wanna try.”

Jayce thumps a fist into her chest.

“Good answer, Lanes. Now. Phone.” He opens his hand palm up.

She blinks at it for a second before sighing and digging her phone from her pocket and dropping it into his hand.

Jayce punches in the password without breaking eye contact, pulling up her text history and turning the phone around to face Vi as he clicks — Contact > Info > Block Caller — on Caitlyn’s number.

He hands it back just as the screen goes dark.

Vi stares at the long crack running through the center of her screen before the phone lights up again, this time, with a text from an unknown number.

Jayce barely glances at it before smiling.

“That’ll be Mel.”

Vi’s eyebrows knit as she flicks open the screen. There are two texts in quick succession:

i’ve gotten her to agree to come to the afterparty.

Do not. Fuck this up.

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iluvloganhowlett · 11 months ago

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Hi! First time requesting here! This is pretty short but wtv! I don’t know if you saw that clip of mads mikelssen(idk how to spell this man’s name to save my life😭) where an interviewer is like ‘hey mads!’ And he says ‘hi! I lost my wife!’ While he’s looking around for her. Could you do that with Hugh Jackman? I LOVE your writing btw! Byee❤️!!

I LOST MY WIFE ˚୨୧₊♱

in which hugh can’t find you when on set

warnings: none, just fluff!

once again my dumbass changed the plot slightly so.. this is also rly short

this is placed during x-men (2000)

as soon as hugh heard the director call cut, he ran off behind set to go looking for you.

one thing about you and hugh’s relationship was that you always waited behind the camera for hugh during scenes you weren’t in, so when you weren’t there, he was confused.

“oh hey hugh,” halle called from the food table, watching the boy run rather quickly past her.

he flashed her a quick smile, “hi! i lost my wife!”

halle’s brows furrowed, laughing under her breath at the concerned man, “hugh i just saw her in hair and makeup.”

“thanks!” he calls, still on the move, taking a sharp turn to where you were.

once he’d reached the hair and makeup section, he stopped and smiled.

you flashed the boy a quick smile back, trying not to move too much as one stylist put rollers in your fresh blowout and the other worked on your makeup. you looked beautiful, to say the least.

“hey baby,” you purred as hugh walked over to you. you placed a hand to his face, running your thumb up and down his cheek slowly.

he grabbed your wrist in comfort, “hi. i was looking for you, i just finished my scene.”

you smirked, “we’ll get excited, i’m in the next one with you. just me and you.”

his smile never faltered, looking at you with an expression full of nothing but love and admiration. “you’re definitely my favorite costar,” he joked.

“i better be!”

they’re cute idc

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that-student-that-has-homework · 1 year ago

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Portgas D. Ace Headcanons 01

Excuse me Oda-sensei, but that 40 year old Ace is simply criminal. Thank you so much for blessing us with him

Anyway! Have some Husband!Ace headcanons For more Ace content please head to my Tumblr MasterList

Ace is, respectfully, a huge simp for his wife

To the extent that the Whitebeard crew straight up jokingly awarded him with a “Biggest Wife Simp” Award

They made it look official and had Whitebeard sign it and everything. There's even a stamp.

Ace has it framed and hung proudly on the wall next to your bachelor’s degree / college diploma / degree in general.

I feel like despite his own personal insecurities, Ace still manages to be an amazing father

I imagine Ace originally setting out for like one or two kiddos at most (because y'know...what if he's not good enough) and ending up with 3 or 4 kids

Thing is, that’s both your faults.

Ace is tender and goofy with his kids, and he’s so friggin caring: to the extent that…well wouldn’t it be neat to see him with maybe another 2 or 3 kiddos of his own?

(Your husband is hot okay?)

In his case, he swears you have a unique glow about you when you’re pregnant. But more than that when he sees you with your first born, he suddenly wants a big family with you.

I imagine his kids are an eldest son, then his princess, then the youngest boy who takes after his uncle Luffy.

His kids aren’t parentified. He keeps his issues far, far, away from them. Besides, he’s got you by his side.

He was dedicated to making sure they got as much playtime as possible.

He heard about learning through play, and he is DEDICATED to doing that as much as possible

Ace’s kids are spoiled with affection, but not spoiled brats.

While it’s true he’d give them the world, he’d rather let them go get it themselves.

For example: when they asked for a tree house, he gave them the greenlight immediately.

But they had to build it themselves.

It was a super fun project lasting a little over two months with the whole family involved.

Oh and the Whitebeard crew helped too.

It took a while to get the design down initially, then the shopping logistics and whatnot (they used a lot of math here - see education via play)

Building the thing took maybe a weekend or two because the Whitebeard Crew and even the Strawhats came over to help

(It was mostly Franky and Usopp doing work, Sanji was cooking with Thatch)

Uncle Luffy was not allowed near the construction zone after an accident.

They almost destroyed the tree house with their partying once

Ace’s kids were not happy and no one was allowed in the backyard for the rest of the night

He makes sure they have proper manners and self-defense skills

You had to help out here, no lie.

He admitted he needed your help, especially after a dinner with Garp where Makino tagged along to see Ace again

He puts all of his kids into martial arts classes

especially his princess - he’s so proud of her when she beats up bullies

He’s not great at discipline though to be honest. He probably goes about it similarly to Garp.

Ace will not tolerate any of his kids being nasty to their mother. No matter the phase.

You will have to hold him back if you want to let them get their frustration off their chest.

He’ll let them talk, but you’ll have to keep a hand on him somewhere, his arm, his hand, his knee, his shoulder, his back and rub soothing circles

Let’s just say, “talk shit, get hit,” is Ace’s attitude towards anyone being demeaning towards you (more so with adults, not his kids, but that's why they get a scolding)

"Ace my love" (he melts every time you call him that) "the kids’ll start thinking you love me more than them if you do that"

"My kids won’t disrespect their mother though!"

"They’re just venting darling, and when they say or do something that violates my boundaries, I'll be sure to reinforce it. Lead by example right?"

If they ever feel like pissing Ace off for fun they can just say something kinda not nice about you and he'll get mad and they'll flee from him giggling like the little gremlins they are

Ace is veeeeeeeeerry physically affectionate and he isn’t shy about it at all.

At gatherings with the Whitebeard family, he will gladly seat you in his lap, he will happily hug you as you are seated.

His arm is on your waist most of the time.

They tease him to make him tone it down, he does not.

He, in fact, dials it up. Turns up the heat lol.

You have kids? Not in front of them? What do you mean, not in front of the kids? It’s important they know just how much he loves their mama!

So he will continue to be playful with his hugs and kisses and other displays of affection.

It’s nothing too over the top. Just hugs and quick pecks wherever.

Your entire head is fair game for his smooches, your arms (he loves kissing your pulse and then making eye contact, sneaky guy that he is), your shoulders.

Maybe lifting you and spinning you around. Cuddles. Little bites.

He will play-wrestle his kids to “fight” them over getting to cuddle you, and then he’ll just put all his weight on all of you in a group cuddle

Just to let you know, your kids also receive all the warmth and love of his affections.

When his sons are still tiny and adorable, he smooches them all over. The kisses grow less frequent as they grow older, but the hugs do not stop.

Oh no, hugs galore.

Ace still pecks his little princess on her forehead though

When they’re all under ten he’ll wrap them in a hug (after he chased them down and caught them so they’re laughing and screaming) and start smooching their cheeks while they laugh and try to get out of his grasp

Also yes she’s his princess, but that girl has no problem throwing a fully grown man twice her size around, he made sure of it.

I reiterate: Ace is not remotely shy about displays of affection

Like his eldest could have a friend over, and Ace would still launch a full scale hug attack using the rest of his troops (daughter/youngest)

It's complete with screeching, screaming, and a lot of laughter

His kids used to get teased for it, but it didn’t take more than a few conversations for them to instead jeer at the kids that teased them.

"You’re all jealous your parents don’t love you like ours do"

"How sad, your parents don't hug and kiss you"

Their dad, grandpa, uncle - uncles really, are all gremlins - it's in their DNA

The kids are really physically affectionate with each other as a result

Deadass they’ll be kicking the shit out of each other one second and the next they’ll be all cuddled and huddled up playing Mario Kart or something

Ace is his kids’ hero.

His sons aspire to have his level of fitness.

His daughter, when she’s older, uses him as a standard for dating

You're relieved

Ace is touched and a touch nervous, because he is aware of his shortcomings, though he works hard to keep improving

Of course when you look at him, a twinkle in your eyes, and tell him, “I’m so proud of her, I’m so proud of you!” He feels better

When you continue: “if she can find a guy like you, who cherishes her as much as you cherish me, I’d be so happy.”

Ace loves you so much he swears

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n0vazsq · 4 months ago

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Maneater | Pablo Gavi x Reader

pairing . . . gavi x secret!love!child!hamilton!reader

summary . . . When your biggest secret is exposed; being the secret love child of the one and only Lewis Hamilton, it seems like your life is over. But then when a boy by the name of Pablo Gavi starts liking your posts, it feels like life isn't so bad anymore

request . . . no!!

word count . . . N/A

warnings . . . none! reader is around 19-20! !! the way gavi speaks is probably not accurate but i'm too sick to fix it so !!

faceclaim . . . maria isabel!

alexavia yaps . . . whether reader is from a one night stand or from a established relationship isnt mentioned so its up to you!! DO WE WANT A PART TWO BTW?? i tried to include the lewis child lore as much as i could but like idk its more of a side plot! the last post it shitty asl but im too sick to fix it my pills are doing shit to me

f1gossip

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f1gossip 7 TIME WORLD CHAMPION LEWIS HAMILTON RUMORED TO HAVE A SECRET LOVE CHILD?! last weekend an anonymous source revealed to a popular british magazine that LEWIS HAMILTON had a 18-20 year old (age unknown) daughter! mother is still yet unknown but daughter is called y/n hamilton and has a private instagram Tagged: yourusername, lewishamilton

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username1 WHAT.

username2 excuse me???

username3 when i opened insta this was the LAST thing i expected

username4 oh jesus at first i thought she was his baby mama i got scared

username5 shes so gorgeous tho

username6 IUEYGTHSJIUHS??????

username7 WHT THE FUCKL

username8 LEWIS WHAT????? IM SO sHCOKED????

username9 MY SHAYLAAAAAAAA

username10 y/n is such a pretty name wtf? shes also so pretty sigh

username11 i mean with f1 this was bound to happen some time

username12 yeah but not NOW

username13 dawg lewis has had enough of this media shit first with the ferrari signing and now with this

username14 im giggling at the comments theyre so funny

username15 SHE USED TO GO TO MY SCHOLL??????????

username16 can lewis fight

username17 i'd think so yes

username18 TAGGING THEM IS DIABOLICAL

username19 MAMMA MIA??? MADRE MIA???

username20 i will NOT shut up about this until like 2498

username21 stop why is she so pretty

username22 THE lewis hamilton is her dad

username23 i-

username24 COME AGAIN?? WHAR???

username25 who is lewis hamilton? i got this on my feed i dont know who he is

username26 some random racer idk

username27 the comments being a mix of people freaking out and simping is so funny to me

username28 oh to have lewis hamilton's child

username29 WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF HES SO BEAUTIFUL

username30 Y/N?? YOU MEAN Y/N HAMILTON IS ACTUALLY RELATED TO LEWIS???

username31 I FOLLOW HER AND ALWAYS THOUGHT IT WAS LIKE A SIMILARITY OR SUM

username32 SHE LOOKS LIKE HIM TOO

username33 CRYING HOW HAVE I NEVER NOTICED THIS BEFORE

username34 shes living the dream

username35 i feel so bad for the girl and her mom theyre gonna get so much hate just for existing

username36 sigh i wish i was her

username37 uh whos that? IM lewis' wife

username38 babe.....

username39 this made me laugh ngl

username40 oh god i've met someone more delusional than me that's crazy

username41 FATHERRRRR (literally)

username42 IM SREAMING????

username43 I ALWAYS KNEW LEWIS WAS A DILF

username44 i'm so glad her account is private so yall creeps dont attack her

username45 someone people here are outright DISGUSTING

username46 FR like have some DECENCY this man has a family

username47 sigh i want to be as pretty as her

username48 STUNNING.

username49 can he be my step dad

username50 THE GOAT

username51 ONGGGG

username52 FRRR

username53 the next it girl i can feel it

username54 OMG what if she gets with a driver and we get y/n paddock appearances NOT ONLY as lewis' daughter but also as a wag!!!!

username55 oh!

username56 guys dont forget that they are also human beings!!!!!

username57 THE SECOND PIC IM SOBBING THATS SO CUTEEEE THOO LIKE HER MOM PROTECTING LITTLE Y/N FROM THE PAPARAZZI???

username58 id let him hit me with his car

username59 uh

username60 parents (literally)

NEW NOTIFICATION: pablogavi has started following you !

yourusername

liked by yourbsf, pablogavi, yourmother and 1.1K others

yourusername life updates since my secret got out: 1. i've blocked over 2000 gossip sites and removed over 10k people from my followers, 2. i get 50 death threats every minute, 3. my face is in the front of every magazine (in a bad way)

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username61 oh girl i feel so bad for you

username62 gavi in the likes????

username63 only y/n knows how to make a life crisis aesthetic

username64 and to look so pretty while doing so??

username65 queen behaviour

username66 the outfit is not a want its a NEED

username67 50 death threats every MINUTE is crazy

username68 2000??? girl i know your hands were aching

username69 did lewis say anything about this?

username70 hes gone MIA and hasnt said anything

yourbsf don't listen to them pooks, okay? theyre just jealous because youre so pretty and because your dad is THE lewis hamilton

yourusername this made me smile so wide

yourusername i love you so much its unbelievable 😔

yourbsf me too 😔

yourusername lets get married and run away forever

yourbsf yes we should

yourusername ill buy the rings

username72 im still confused on why PABLO GAVIRA is in the likes like sir this is a bad time to shoot your shot

username73 y/n x bsf/name

username74 the otp fr

username75 the lack of lewis is concerning me

username76 fr like WHERE IS HEEEEEE

yourmother you look stunning my love 🤍

yourusername thank you mama 🫶 all your genes

yourmother you flatter me so much

username77 im not crying you are

yourbsf also check my dms i sent you a little message on SOMEONE peeking in your likes

yourusername ill check out right now.....

username78 im like 109% sure its abt gavi

username79 bro who the fuck is gavi and why is he so important

username80 aww y/n looks so cute

yourfriend1 glowing 🤍

yourbsf damn right she is

yourusername oh...😊 you make me blush

yourbsf well its the truth

yourfriend1 sigh what have i done

yourbsf oi shut up let me admire my beautful girl

yourusername i love you your/bsf/name

yourbsf love you too y/n

yourfriend1 i love you so much friend/name of course we'll never leave you out you're such an amazing friend we can't appreicate it you enough 🤍

yourusername are you okay??

yourbsf girl why are you complimenting yourself

yourfriend1 wow yourfriend1 you're so loved around here <33 i'm jealous

username81 HELP IM SOBBING THEIR CONVOS ARE SO FUNNY

username82 how is she so calm wtf

username83 if she ever gets famous NEVER pr train yourbsf

username84 Y/N DONT LET THE HATE GET TO YOU WE ALL LOVE YOU!!!!!!

username85 legit royalty vibes

username86 imagine being this beautiful sigh

pablogavi ❤ Liked by creator

username87 EH???????

username88 i am JEALOUS, ENVIOUS, GREEN.

username89 GAVI????

username90 i cannot tell if they are together or if hes flirting

username91 MY man

username92 gorgeous gorgeous girl

username93 stop i feel so bad for her

username94 the hate is deserved Comment has been deleted by creator

username95 sooooo is everyone js gonna move on from gavi's comment or...?

username96 holy fuck imagine waking up one day and your biggest secret is out to the world

username97 where to buy that hair asking for a friend

username98 if i could just maul every journalist and reporter that bothers her

username99 im waiting for the fics on her nd gavi

username100 y/n how are you doing so far

yourusername could be better, feel like crying everytime i look out my window

username100 you doesnt deserve the hate babe, we all love you so much

yourusername STOP IM GOING TO CRY 🫶🥹 THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH

yourmother you really don't, gorgeous. we're all here for you

username101 every being so supportive is so sweet like yes y/n fans are the best

username102 100% agreed

username101 like we ARE the best fandom

username102 EXACTLY stan y/n fans for life

username103 dont know if i should be shocked or unsurpirsed

username104 both

username105 HER BESTFRIEND BEING THE SUPPORTIVE OLDER SISTER FIGURE MY HEARTTTTT

username106 i just know damn well lewis is on the verge of tears

username107 SHES SO GORGEOUS I CANT

username108 if lewis doesnt comment on this i will personally go over to him and force him to

username109 me and y/n are in a parasocial relationship btw

username110 y/n and gavi are my dream couple frrrr

NEW NOTIFICATION: pablogavi has liked 8 of your posts !

INSTAGRAM TEXTS BETWEEN YOU AND @yourbsf

yourusername: sooo???

yourbsf: so this footballer

yourbsf: his name is gavi

yourbsf: and he has liked 20 of your posts

yourusername: whats the problem with that tho i randomly see ppl doing that

yourbsf: he followed you after the article gossip page thing idk got out

yourbsf: THEN he commented a heart emoji which YOU liked

yourusername: what if hes an undercover journalist you never know

yourusername: besides

yourusername: i do NOT remember liking his comment 😭

yourbsf: girl what

yourbsf: he is a world wide known footballer who plays for one of the biggest clubs in the world and has more than 17 million followers

yourbsf: i dont think he'd be an undercover journalist

yourbsf: and you didn't exclude him from the 10k followers you removed after you made your acc private...

yourusername: he could still be a journalist in his secret time you never know

yourusername: running a blog then writing "xoxo gossip girl" at the end of it 😭😭😭😭

yourusername: but like in my defense

yourusername: maybe he followed while i was removing the followers and i didnt see him

yourbsf: your defense is shittier than my shit

yourbsf: y/n don't play games with me you know how i am

yourbsf: besides you have to admit you looked through his acc

yourusername: FINE ILL ADMIT IT

yourusername: hes kinda cute.....

yourusername: KINDA

yourusername: happy now??

yourbsf: yes i am happy now

yourbsf: also kinda my ass your in love with him

yourbsf: i can see your heart eyes through the screen

yourusername: yeah yeah

yourusername: if i post another post and he comments something like a heart or idk ill dm him

yourbsf: bet

yourbsf: send me screenshots

yourusername: i wont bc him commenting in one post is just a COINCEDENCE

yourbsf: say whatever you want y/n

yourbsf: we both know the truth

yourbsf: make sure to capture the whole convo

yourusername: fuck off ❤

yourbsf: see thats the same heart he commented

yourusername: throw yourself into incoming traffic i hate you

yourbsf: you dont <33

NEW NOTIFICATION: pablogavi has liked 29 of your posts !

yourusername has posted two new stories !

caption 1: 💙 // caption 2: in barca 🇪🇸

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yourbsf so youre in barca now? do i need to remind you who lives in barca too?

yourusername hush

yourbsf did he like it yet?

yourusername before you even

yourbsf and you say he doesnt like you

yourusername ITS JUST A COINCEDENCE

yourbsf keep repeating that to yourself until you believe it

yourusername die

username111 PRETYYYY

username112 in barcelona for someone specific? 👀

username113 barca boy and barca girl, couldnt have been better

username114 please be there for gavi

yourmother stunning 🫶 take care and be safe!

yourusername will do! i've given my location to bsf/name and i'll share it with you now

yourmother your father will met you there, yes?

yourusername yes! we've arranged a meeting in this fancy restaurant

yourmother don't forget to send me pictures

yourusername i won't

lewishamilton ❤ Message liked by creator

pablogavi hermosa 💙 ❤

yourusername muchas gracias 🫶

pablogavi you know spanish?

yourusername just a tiny bit

pablogavi we can meet up sometime then so i can teach you

pablogavi how long will you be here for?

yourusername around two weeks!

pablogavi better come to a match then and i'll teach you if we win

yourusername and if you lose?

pablogavi you teach me english

yourusername yours is already good though

pablogavi i could use some pratice

yourusername deal

pablogavi ill need to contact you so i can send the details

yourusername is this your way of asking for my number?

pablogavi maybe

yourusername smooth

yourusername my number is XXXXXXXX

pablogavi sent a message

yourusername "hola linda"? really?

pablogavi im just saying the truth

yourusername you amaze me

pablogavi i'm glad

username115 love is in the air eh?

username116 that fit is so adorable omgg

username117 gavi gavi gavi gavi gavi gavi

NEW NOTIFICATION: pablogavi has liked 11 of your posts and 39 highlights !

NEW NOTIFICATION: lewishamlton has started following you !

yourusername

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yourusername when in barcelona 💙 ❤ VISCA EL BARCA Tagged: fcbarcelona, lewishamilton

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username118 y/n tell us everything that happened please

yourusername this is gonna be a long one

yourusername so i went to barca to discuss some legal and press stuff with my father then i got invited to attend a barcelona match in a deal to exchange language knowledge and they won so now i am receiving help in learning spanish

username118 thats a lot to take in....? anyway what happened with lewis??

yourusername he and my mother will try to get back together but until then they both own custody over me and now i am officialy lewis hamilton's daughter for real and you might see me in the paddock

username119 Y/N PADDOCK APPEARANCES LETS FUCKING GOOOO

username120 YES YES YES YES i dont understand why in barcelona but yeah IM SO HAPPY

yourbsf i love you so much gorgeous i hope you had funn

yourusername i love you more my beloved princess 🫶 i had so much fun but it'd be so much better with you

yourbsf i'll be hopping on a plane soon trust me

yourusername until then someone else will keep me company

yourbsf oh?

yourmother i'm glad you had fun in barcelona darling! i love you so much and tell your father that i said hi!

lewishamilton ❤❤

yourusername 🫶

username121 STOPP MY HEART CANT TAKE THIS LIKE ANOTHER BOMB DROPPING ON US FROM Y/N??? STOP

username122 girl is not even tryna hide it

username123 bro is NOT slick

username124 IKR???

username125 atp i think she WANTS us to know

username126 omg i died watching the match bc VISCA BARCA RAHHH

barcapix she's a maneater make you buy cars make you cut cards make you fall real hard in love

username127 SHES A CULER?? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

username128 DID ANYONE SEE GAVI POINTING AT THE STANDS??

username129 YESSS OMG I LEGIT PASSED OUT

username130 THEYRE SUCH CUTIESSS AHHH

nicorosberg welcome to the family y/n, expect christmas gifts from me

yourusername thank you nico! will do!

username131 FUCK OFF

username132 NICO MOTHERFUCKING ROSBERG SAYING WELCOME TO THE FAMILY?????

username133 BROCEDES IS REAL HERES THE CONFORMATION

username134 this post might be the biggest headline of the 21st century

username135 ISYG BAJJHSSYHSUJKKIUHBHNJWMK

username136 I JUST CAME BACK FROM SUMMER CAMP WTF??? IS THIS HOW I FIND OUT LEWIS HAS A DAUGHTER AND SHE MIGHT BE DATIGNG GAVI???

username137 screaming crying throwing up

username138 killing myself because of this

username139 wait for me

username140 they should get a reality show

yourbsf take care of my baby sister, sir lewis hamilton. i trust you with her, dont disappoint me

lewishamilton dont worry, i wont. i love her more than anything

yourbsf good

username141 are we going to ignore this or what

username142 we have more important things to worry about (aka gavi)

username143 girl at least be subtle

username144 i wish i was rich

username145 HALA MADRID

username146 lets make this an actual book bc wtf

username147 so like when will it be my turn

username148 weirdest story of this centruy

username149 no lies said

username150 gavi liked and he didnt comment hmmmm

username151 oh jolly this is so beautiful

username152 THE AESTHETIC ATE UPPPPPP

username153 gavi on holiday with the hamilton family????

username154 who knows maybe we'll never know

username155 the whole family is so gorgeous wtff

username156 your honour i love them

pablogavi did you enjoy the match?

yourusername yes a lot! thanks for inviting me!!

pablogavi i'm glad you enjoyed it, see you next time maybe?

yourusername we'll see if my schedule is clear

pablogavi let me know then

username157 EXCUSE ME??????

username158 so he invited her so he can teach her spanish but then is asking her out again?????

username159 oh to be rich

username160 living vicarously through her wtf

username161 sigh i wish i was y/n or even just like a part of the hamilton family a servant even

username162 id LOVE to be her maid or sum

username163 Y/N GIVE US GAVI CONTENT !!!!!!!!!

username164 REAL

username165 im STARVING for lewis pics

username166 to be hot and have a hot boyfriend is the LIFE (idc that it isnt confirmed she basically hard launched with that pic)

yourbsf i guess those pictures you nearly killed yourself to take of the stadium were worth it after all

yourusername they always are and besides i just tripped over a loose concrete slab

yourbsf they dont leave them lying around like that stop lying

yourusername how about no ❤

yourbsf ill leak our dms

yourusername the dms in which you blackmailed and gaslighted me

yourmother what blackmail??

yourusername YOU DONT NEED TO KNOW

yourbsf it was basically when y/n was

yourusername STOPPPP youve had enough already

yourbsf ive gotten ZERO updates on the situation this entire trip y/n

yourusername BECAUSE THERE WERENT ANY

yourusername there were but i wont tell you until i come back because its vocal updates not text-ual updates

yourbsf i see i see

yourbsf WELL HURRY THE FUCK UP AND COME BACK

username167 this is the meaning of chaos

username168 PURE HAVOC

username169 now i understand why y/n's mother never lets them be together OR apart for more than 48 hours

username170 we NEED to know about the updates wtf

username171 gavi and y/n sitting in a tree

username172 id sell my left kidney to get them together

username173 THE AESHETIC. MOTHER Y/N ATEEE

username174 on my fucking knees for her

username176 id die and come back just to experience these photos

username177 our queen is gaining fame dni

username178 is it bad that im making heart eyes at her

username179 totally not, i too am making heart eyes at y/n hamilton

username180 my beloved girl and her barcelona boy sigh

lewishamilton

liked by yourusername, yourbsf, yourmother and 28.7M others

lewishamilton reunited 🤍 i would rather her boyfriend didn't come but anything for my princess Tagged: yourusername

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yourusername aww thank you 🤍

lewishamilton anything for you

yourmother i'm glad you're enjoying the trip! send me lots of pics of y/n and her boyfriend for my photo album

lewishamilton will do! when you finish it send me a copy!

yourmother of course ❤

pablogavi congrats! Liked by creator

yourbsf sooo uncle sir lewis hamilton will you be able to take me to the paddock?

lewishamilton sure?

yourbsf great time to convince some drivers to marry me

yourusername youre literally 20

yourbsf and? i don't mind an age difference

yourusername try f2

yourbsf good idea but only the ones that are 20 or above i don't want to be a predator

yourusername or maybe become a wag of a diff sport like football

yourbsf so i can take the same path as you? This reply has been deleted

yourbsf i'll see

yourusername great!

lewishamilton should i be concerned?

yourusername no!!

lewishamilton alright....

nicorosberg congratulations

yourusername soooo will he able to come to family gatherings one day??

yourmother sure!

lewishamilton no

lewishamilton i mean sure whatever your mother says is best

yourbsf should i say it

yourusername DONT you dare

yourbsf fine

yourmother but won't your boyfriend be long distance? since... well you know

yourusername i didn't think of that

lewishamilton i did

yourusername YOULL FLY HIM OUT>??

lewishamilton no

yourusername brb going to sob my ass off

yourbsf great tactic uncle sir lewis hamilton now she'll tell me everything about them

lewishamilton thank you?

yourbsf you're welcome!!

INSTAGRAM TEXTS BETWEEN YOU AND @pablogavi

pablogavi: i'll miss seeing you in the stands

yourusername: i'll miss being in them

pablogavi: i think you're my good luck charm

pablogavi: make sure to watch our matches

yourusername: who knew the pablo gavira could be so cheesy??

yourusername: but i will

yourusername: i think i'm starting to like football now

pablogavi: you should

pablogavi: since you'll be coming to more matches now

yourusername: oh?

yourusername: well i'll be waiting for my tickets

yourusername: and make sure they don't overlap with the f1 races

pablogavi: don't worry about that

pablogavi: i'll have everything sorted out for you

yourusername: such a gentleman

pablogavi: only for the best

yourusername: you flatter me

pablogavi: they say its not flattery if its true

yourusername: what did i get myself into

yourusername: you're so sappy it's cute atp

yourusername: but anyway

yourusername: my flight leaves in 30 minutes so i have to go now

pablogavi: cute? i'll take it

pablogavi: text me when you land

yourusername: i will !!

pablogavi: have a safe flight carino

pablogavi: i'll call you asap

yourusername: gracias hermoso

yourusername: can't wait for it

yourusername has posted two new stories !

caption 1: i think i love him 🤍// caption 2: goodbye barca, i'll miss you 🇪🇸

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to be continued....?

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaaa ,, @notm4d1 ,, @httpsdana ,, @paucubarsisimp ,, @bernalswifeyy ,, @nngkay ,, @justaf1girl ,, @iamred-iamyellow (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

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Harry Styles x High School Sweetheart!Reader (x Wife!Reader)

summary: Harry and YN were high school sweethearts and are celebrating their 15th anniversary.

faceclaim: Selena Gomez

warnings: none, pure fluff, not entirely proofread because it's late over here and I wanted to finish this before bed

author’s note: My first smau in a very long time. Please bear with me ;_; Disclaimer: The used manips are not mine, and I have not created them—the credits go to the creators (the creators’ names are on some of them). The reader is a classical music composer. Enjoy!

CelebrityStoryWatcher harrystyles just uploaded a new story of him and yourinstagram cooking at their family home in London, England, before deleting it again.

2,318,991 likes | 665,001 comments

ynfan1 How can she be so stunning???

ynandharold the way he made her laugh. "you sure you don't try to feed an entire army, love? who is supposed to eat all of that??" in that over-dramatic tone of his ;_; <3

hsfangirl Who still wants to be YN even after all these years?

Liked by 362 people.

yngirlboss Exfuckingcuse me while I try to process this. I'll be forever grateful for Harry because he makes her so bloody happy

hsfan2 i'm pretty sure this video was meant for his finster :x

↳ ynfan2 oh, definitely. It was gone so fucking fast, I barely could click on it lol

harryisdaddy He's such a simp for his wife. If he could, he would spam Instagram with her pretty face, can't tell me otherwise

ynismommy i love how cozy they both are at home. you can see how comfortable they are around each other ;_;

↳ hs_fineart that just comes naturally when you've been besties since 14, a couple since 16, and married since 26 <3

styles_spotter They have their anniversary tomorrow, don't they???????

annetwist Today, we celebrate your special day. Thank you for making my son the happiest boy ever since the day you two met. Happy anniversary, my loves ♡

978,351 likes | 35,227 comments

hsfan1 not anne making me cry in the early morning hours ;_; look at these two cuties going strong for 15 years! happy anniversary mom and dad!!!!

hs_ynfandom Happy anniversary!

ynfan1 Anne shipped them from the very first day, YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND

hsfan2 my single-heart cries in both happiness and envy. how does someone find their soulmate??? yn really need to write a guide for all those singles out here

harry_and_yn Power couple since day 1!

yourinstagram Thank you so much, Anne <3 It's easy when your son is a literal angel walking this earth

Liked by harrystyles, pillowpersonpp, and 12,886 others.

↳ annetwist You helped turn him into the man he is today ♡

yn_and_harry_haven The way they both started as cuties and grew into the most handsome/gorgeous people on this planet is INSANE. We, as a society, are not ready for their daughter to grow up.

gemmastyles MY FAVORITE SISTER IN LAW. I am forever thankful for having you as my sister—perhaps not by blood, but we are as close as they come. Happy anniversary, lovies! Make him treat you like a queen today

↳ harrystyles I obviously treat her like a queen every single day she walks on this earth.

↳ yourinstagram G ;_; ♡ I love you so much! And he really does <3 I love you too, H

Liked by annetwist, gemmastyles, and 5,209 others.

harrystyles_fangirl this family loves each other so much, i want what they have.

hanszimmer In our years working together, I not only had the pleasure of getting to know yourinstagram both creatively and personally, but harrystyles as well. In those years, I witnessed their love grow in the most beautiful of ways, and not just once have they been my inspiration for certain pieces. I wish you all the happiness for the next 15 years. Happy anniversary to our music power couple!

948,990 likes | 45,628 comments

ynfan1 Being besties with this century's mastermind of film music composition (because he taught you everything) is certainly a flex

yn_fandom imagine mr hans zimmer congratulates you on your anniversary because he grew so fond of you during all the years you were his protégé. AND he likes your husband. my life would be completed. happy anniversary, yn and harry!

hsfan1 Hans Zimmer likes Harry. Love that for our music king!

harrystyles Your words mean so much to me—to us. Thank you! I hope we can dive back into our discussions someday soon. I know YN would love to see you again. x H.

↳ yourinstagram I only can agree with my husband, Hans. Thank you for your wonderful and loving words—and for every moment you gave your all when it came to my training and education. Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today. You're always welcome in England!

↳ hanszimmer I'll never say No to a Styles invitation x

ynismommy for everyone who doesn't know: mr zimmer is the godfather of their daughter! that's how close they are. it's insane when you think about it. this girl (and any future children) will grow up with so much music and love and talent in their genes, they'll conquer the world.

↳ harry_and_yn And their children will probably the loveliest human beings because their parents are (I once met them on a stroll through London and they were THE NICEST, I still think about their kindness)

↳ ynismommy they definitely will! and truuuue, i only met yn, but she's such an angel. harry is probably the exact same because i can't see her being with someone unkind and uncaring

Liked by harry_and_yn, ynfan3, hsfan5, and 56 others.

ludovico_einaudi No one has ever spoken truer words, my friend. Happy anniversary, YN and Harry! May the next 15 years be as wonderful as the last.

↳ yourinstagram Why is everyone trying to make me cry today? ;_; Thank you so incredibly much, Ludovico

Liked by ludovico_einaudi, hanszimmer, and 4,815 others.

harrystyles My best friend. My wife. The mother of my sunshine. My darling love. You have collected so many titles in our time together, but either way, you will be, first and foremost, the love of my life. My soulmate. My muse. The essence of my happiness. You are the light of my life, the sun around which I orbit, the center of my universe, and the guiding star I look for in the sky in moments I am lost. I will forever be grateful for every second of your attention you grant me, for every tired I love you whispered in the darkness before drifting off into sleep, for making me a father and giving me something I have always wished and hoped for.

Thank you for the past 15 years, my love. Happy anniversary. x H.

4,686,998 likes | 1,329,750 comments

hsfan1 The way I am sitting on my couch now, contemplating this post, and knowing I will cry myself to sleep tonight.

yn_stylesforever no one has won in life as much as YN LN-Styles <3

ynfan1 Uhm... A NEVER BEFORE SEEN YN PHOTO?! She looks so happy T_T <3

↳ yn_and_harry my thoughts??????? Harry is feeding us

gemmastyles You, my beloved brother, are absolutely and entirely gone for this woman (and I don't want it any other way). Happy anniversary, baby brother. You deserve nothing less.

↳ harrystyles Don't make me cry, Gemma. YN will never stop teasing me about it. I can feel her watching. x

↳ yourinstagram Oh, you mean like I never forget to mention your tears at our wedding? <33

↳ harrystyles Exactly. xx

↳ gemmastyles To be quiet honest, you weren't any better that day, YNN. And why do I only get one kiss?!

↳ yourinstagram I don't know what you mean.

↳ styles_spotter these three are literally everything ;_;

mitchrowland Congratulations, H. And YNN, of course!! A life without your love can't be imagined ♡

jefezoff Congrats to my dream couple and one true shipping! To more beautiful children and wonderful years

↳ yourinstagram Not too many and not too soon, mind you. Or do you want to babysit Darcy? She loves to keep you awake for the majority of the night :3

↳ jefezoff ... I appreciate my sleep.

↳ hsfan2 poor babies ;_; but we need more beautiful styles babies!

ynfan2 Not me sobbing over those pictures and the fact how fast little Darcy is growing T_T

yourinstagram I love you more than life itself, H.

↳ ynfansite after all this time <33

pillowpersonpp Happy anniversary to my favorite singer and favorite composer!

yourinstagram Harry. Ever since the day Mrs. Merryweather put me on the seat next to you, I knew it was destiny. I knew you'd be my best friend; I knew you'd be my love if I had the courage to act on my feelings, and I knew I'd marry you someday. I just knew. And I was right. You gave me more than I could have ever hoped for; you loved me more than I could have ever hoped for. You, my love, are the best thing that could have ever happened to me, and I thank the universe every single day for allowing me to love you—and be loved by you. Thank you for making me a mother, being the incredible father you are, and raising our children together—with love and kindness.

Happy anniversary, H. To more love, more anniversaries, more happiness ♡

2,701,632 likes | 998,582 comments

annetwist I am so proud of you both for being such wonderful parents to Darcy and always supporting each other ♡

ynfan1 Gosh, today is an emotional day.

↳ gemmastyles My thoughts exactly

↳ hsfan1 Gemma is here D:

harry_and_yn i love how much they love each other

hsfan2 Both treat us with never before seen pictures of each other and I can't handle it. Mustache!Harry still is a sight to behold lol

harrystyles Oh, my love xx

↳ yourinstagram Come upstairs as soon as that call is over. I want to kiss my husband

↳ harryisdaddy YN decided to see the internet burn

ramindjawadi_official Happy anniversary to my favorite composer! Please bring little Darcy and your husband to our next meeting

↳ yourinstagram <3 Will do!

↳ ynfan2 Everyone loves Baby Styles so much

taylorswift I hope Harry is taking over some of those night shifts! Happy anniversary, you two, and let me play auntie as soon as you both need some time alone <3

ynfan3 Seeing them kiss still makes me blush because even on pictures, you always feel their burning chemistry ;_;

harry_and_yn_fandom On the anniversary of our favorite couple, we need to have a throwback to YN's Instagram story of their road trip to Italy a few years ago.

2,681 likes | 548 comments

hsfan1 I was so freaking anxious because I didn't know who was driving holy shit

↳ hsfan2 lol same. Until I realized they were stuck in a traffic jam at the Swiss border xD

Liked by hsfan1 and 21 others.

ynfandom The way her eyes always softened when looking at him <33

hsfan3 Harry felt the playlist on that day—and YN was just happy to be in his presence :3

yn_and_harry to be honest, her story made me realize they would be together forever and ever. Until death do us part and all that

↳ harry_is_fineart Definitely. And the way he took her hand after his solo of Another One Bites The Dust and how he asked her if everything was okay and if she was happy. He's the stuff women write about in romance novels.

ynfan1 Fun fact: I met Harry at a Subway right after the Italian border because YN got hungry and craved a sub and a cookie (and he was pretty tired and wanted a coffee). He stood in line while YN snuck to the driver's seat to drive their remaining route. It was so cute seeing him stand on the driver's side, sighing with a head shake, and submitting to his woman's decisions :D

↳ hsfan4 no way! That's so cute T_T

harrystylesfangirl "You know, I always get to hear you sing without paying for concert tickets." - "I'll always sing for you, my love. Doesn't matter where and when. You're my favorite audience." - "And you are mine, H." Heart eyes ensuing. This video and their conversation lives rent free in my head :D <3

↳ ynismommy I'm sure they are each other's first listeners, even before the crew and their labels.

↳ pillowpersonpp They are. Always.

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As always: Thank you so much for reading and enjoying my silly little writing. Please consider leaving a like, a comment, and a reblog! <3

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yoiisa · 9 days ago

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Can I request where windbreaker boys got jealous over s/o (us) simping over fictional characters and probably yapping about it all the time. I wanna see their reaction ٩( ᐛ )و (including umemiya n Suo if can)

I hope you have a great day and please also take care yourself!

I hope this request doesn't too much for you

i already did one kinda like this for ume, so imma just do suo in this one if that's all good!!

➜ suo hayato's very protective and can get jealous kinda easy ➜ he's already tried to get rid of the problem by just talking about it to you, but at the end of the day you always deflect and just write him off so that options thrown out the window

"My love," Suo says, his hands on your shoulders and his voice dead serious. He stares into your eyes like he's giving you a bad diagnosis at the doctors, as he groans, "He's. Fake. I'm. Real." "I know that," you say, booping the tip of his nose with your finger. "And I'm so happy that you're here." "I don't think you're getting it," Suo chuckles. "You're in love with pixels. I'm atoms. Why is he getting more affection from you?" "Hayato, it's like you said. He's fake," you giggle, "You don't need to be getting this worked up over it. Relax."

➜ but oh sweet girl, how can he relax? ➜ you're giggling with your friends over an a figment of your goddam imagination! ➜ so he does the next best (and very petty) thing. he just straight up hides your phone from you ➜ at first, it's funny, but it gets old real quick. especially after suo runs out of places to stash it so you find it in like two seconds

"Again with this?" you groan. You toss your gaze over your shoulders and glare. "Hayato, seriously?" You pull your phone out from behind spices in your kitchen and give him an unimpressed look. He stares at you, a blank look in his eyes and his smile perfectly neutral. He looks nothing like the thief he really is. "Oh my, how did that get over there?" "Hayato." "I'm trying to help you keep it safe from burglars," he says in mock defense. "What is our poor little volleyball boy gets stolen from you?" "You're the one I need to keep Akaashi safe from you weirdo!"

➜ eventually, his antics get so old that you just stop bringing it up in front of him ➜ after all, he's clearly upset about the fact that you like this stuff, so what's the point in indulging in it in front of him? ➜ this however, only makes suo more upset ➜ after all his love language is teasing, and he never meant to make you upset by his behavior ➜ it turns into a long and hard conversation about boundaries, but at the end of the day, you guys work it out

"Hey," he says as he's walking home with you one day from a date, "I saw that a Haikyuu movie is coming out soon. You don't want to watch?" You bristle and feign a smile while looking off to the side. "We'll see." The truth is yes- you did want to go see that movie. You'd actually already planned a movie date with your friends for it, but you had a feeling that bringing this up in front of him would only lead to even more problems than you already had. Suo stares at you silently for a moment before sighing "I'm sorry." "Hmm, for what?" "If I made you feel like you can't be yourself in front of me," he rubs a hand over his face and stops walking. He pulls you into a hug and nuzzles his face into your hair. "Hayato," you whisper. "I just . . . I know it's stupid, but I just . . . I don't like seeing you fangirl over another boy, even if he's fake." It's rare seeing Suo give you insight into his emotions and thoughts, but it makes it all the more treasured when he does. You cup his cheek and direct his attention to your face. "Then I won't do it." "But I also don't want you to hide your interests from me just cuz," he explains, leaning into your touch. "Well, I'm not gonna go watch the movie with you," you say, "I already made plans with a friend for that, but . . . but I'll open back up about it, if that's what you want?" Suo is quiet for another beat before nodding. "Yeah. That's what I want." You grin and pinch his cheek. "Well, that's settled then!"

a/n: i missed my lil' pirate ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

#wind breaker #wbk #wind breaker x reader #wbk x reader #suo hayato #hayato suo #suo x reader #suo x you #suo hayato x reader #suo hayato x you #hayato suo x reader #hayato suo x you #wind breaker fluff #wbk fluff

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ryebread0605 · 9 months ago

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I have a request! Because I just saw Jamils PJ card and PJ groovy…C-Can we get soft PJ Jamil smut as celebration…? Can he hold our hand and tell us how much he loves us while he’s doing it?👉👈

If you know anything about me from this account, it’s that I’m an absolute down bad simp for soft dom Jamil. Also his pj card is literally so amazing

The soft mattress beneath you shifted slightly back and forth from the movement atop it. The wooden bedframe squeaked slightly under the combination of movement and weight. The blankets were a mess, some shoved off to the side while others helped the pillows to prop up your hips.

Soft, delicate kisses were placed all along your spine, a kind of claiming that may not be visible to others but was perfect to the two of you. A declaration of ownership without having to answer those awkward questions from a certain nosey white haired heir.

Speaking of the heir, it was odd of him to give Jamil time off, but you assumed since it was his birthday that Kalim forced him to relax for the day. And so, all day today had been about you pampering him.

From taking him to the spa, making him breakfast and dinner (although you might’ve had to call Trey for help with the desserts, who knew how delicate they were to make!) and now you lay here under him, his hand gently placed over yours.

The feeling of him moving in and out of you at that exact pace and angle that hit every good spot imaginable had you seeing stars. You had told him he could go raw today if he’d like and oh boy did that open the floodgates. You’d been laying there for almost 2 hours by now, and yet his comforting words kept you from feeling overstimulated despite the amount of cum you’ve released.

“You’re being so good to me today, you’re so perfect my dear”, his voice held so much love and care for you, making you smile in a love drunk way. He peppered more kisses along your skin, smiling at the sight of you so vulnerable beneath him.

You felt his pace quicken a bit as he got close to orgasm again, the sound of both of your cum being almost sinful, but neither of you cared. He brought your hand to his mouth and gently kissed it as he stilled inside you, releasing hot ropes of cum into you again and panting softly.

Slowly, he pulled out and watched in awe as the combination of both of your pleasure pooled out of your hole that now clenched around air. He gently cleaned up any cum he could before helping you to the bathroom where the two of you sat in the tub and allowed the warm water to relax you.

To him, you being here was the best gift he could ever ask for and he was so grateful to call you his

#disney twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland smut #twisted wonderland x male reader #twst smut #twisted wonderland x fem reader #jamil viper

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yawnderu · 1 year ago

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SIMP — König x Reader

It's a game he's grown used to throughout the months, blaming it purely on muscle memory the moment his muscular frame moves with agility, pulling his debit card out of his wallet and putting it down next to your hand, not daring to touch you or talk to you yet— he doesn't deserve it.

Half-lidded blue eyes watch with a mix of anxiety and excitement as you pick up his card, not sparing him a single glance as the long acrylics he paid for tap against your phone screen, scrolling multiple online stores before you find something you like.

“Come here.” The way he scurries over to you is almost enough to make you feel sorry for him. Almost. König doesn't waste any time on joining you in bed, holding his strong body over yours, his gaze inevitably drifting down to your ass as you present it to him, teasing him in a pair of panties he bought you last time you met.

“That's a good boy.” Even if your tone is sarcastic, König takes in the mocking praise, pride filling his twisted soul. He allows himself to lay some of his weight on you, slowly rubbing his hardening, clothed cock against your ass, thrusting at a pace gentle enough to make you feel more of him, despite the way you choose to ignore his advances.

“Buy anything you want, Meine Königin. My entire paycheck is there...” He closes his eyes, choosing the ignore the pit of anxiety building up inside him at the idea of you leaving him with nothing, calming himself down by planting ghost kisses along your shoulders and bare back, taking in the scent of your expensive shampoo.

Did I buy that for you, or was it another client? Not even the soldiers who have betrayed König's team can compare to how much of an enemy his own brain is. Jealousy is quick to set in, his bare hand drifting down to your hip and squeezing— not hard enough to make you up and leave, but hard enough to remind himself that you're there with him, not with another man.

“Oh?” He climbs through the ranks with more excitement ever since he met you, knowing he'll have more money to win you over with.

“Good boys get rewarded, don't they?” König doesn't even realize when the big, brooding soldier used as a battering ram became so pathetic, vigorously nodding his head to your words.

“You can fuck my panties. Ruin them again and it's coming out of your paycheck.” Your little threat goes in one ear and right out the other. The only thing he focused on was your permission, pale cheeks growing slightly warm and he wastes no time on pulling his needy, thick cock out of his pants, his gaze fixated on the pair of panties hugging your curves.

With a low groan, he slides his throbbing dick between the fabric of your panties, the friction sending shivers down his spine. His rough, calloused fingers dig into your skin as he starts to thrust, his movements rough and possessive.

“Fuck. Keep... keep using my card, Engel.” He manages to mutter between gritted teeth, his voice laced with desire and need. König's needy groans ring around the room, mixing in with your nails tapping your phone screen as you browse a different store, catching his eye.

Lingerie. The fact that your faith in him is so little to the point you know he's going to ruin yet another pair of panties makes him smirk, his hips slamming against your ass with more force. Truth to be told, he doesn't have any faith in himself either.

“I wonder if I should spend it all on the same place.” You think out loud, knowing König well enough to fully realize what he's into. The knowledge that you'll drain his hard-earned money makes his cock throb, feeling his precum staining your panties and skin, the evidence of his desire mingling with the fabric.

“Anything you need— Scheiße. Use it however you want, take it all.” The raw need for approval in his tone and words makes you laugh softly, only fueling his desire for more, his tired eyes closing again as his forehead rests on your warm back, his dick sliding between your plump ass cheeks, letting the warmth wrap around him.

König adjusts his position, his cock throbbing in his hand as he aligns himself with your puckered hole. It's a reward he gets whenever he lets you use his entire paycheck— not deserving of fucking your pussy until he gets another promotion.

With a steady, controlled thrust, he slowly pushes himself into your hole, applying more pressure when he hears your small whimper. A low moan escapes his lips the moment your tight hole gives him, allowing him to feel the tightness and warmth surrounding him, waves of pleasure coursing through his body like lightning.

“Where did you learn how to fuck? It's awful.” König's breath hitches at your degradation, a mix of arousal and vulnerability washing over him. He continues to thrust into your ass, rolling his muscular hips as he tries to prove himself to you.

“I can do better.” He promises in a muffled whisper, biting his lip to stop himself from cumming too soon. With renewed determination, he adjusts his rhythm, finding a pace that has you gripping the sheets, even when you try to act all high and mighty with him. His hips slam against your ass with an increased, newfound intensity, his thrusts becoming more powerful and precise just to please you.

“Too big for your own good.” König lets out a quiet whimper at your words, feeling his cock throb inside your pulsating, tight ass, the familiar knot in his stomach tightening up when he sees you grabbing your phone again, biting your thumb to prevent yourself from moaning as you scroll on a different luxury shop.

$1750.

His eyes widen when he sees the lingerie set that caught your eye, anxiety and desire mixing together while he rams into you faster, making your entire body shake at the sensation of every single nerve being massaged by his veiny, pathetic cock.

König almost knocks the air out of you the moment more of his weight is placed over you, slamming himself into your ass as deep as possible, his balls tightening up as ropes of thick, hot cum shoot into your ass the moment he sees the purchase was completed.

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pazzi5351 · 1 month ago

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PART 2

Just Friends

Highschool AU

Fb p x cheerleader a

Bsf to lovers

WC: 2.8k

AN: ok I know this may be a bit of a rush but things get good then they get bad then good again so bare with me! It’s 2:16am as I’m finishing typing this and I started writing at 12…. I hope yall notice what I did there! I was inspired by Azzi’s hard launch… Oop I mean Tik tok!!! Feel free to offer suggestions or what you wanna see next! Happy reading🤠

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The fairground buzzed with neon lights and the sound of teenagers high off adrenaline and fried food. Paige moved through the crowd with Nika and a few of her football teammates, the post-win energy still buzzing under her skin.

“Bro,” Jalen said, sidling up next to her with a crooked smirk, “you seen Azzi’s story?”

Nika snorted, already pulling it up on her phone. “Matching outfits? Arms all around each other? That caption? ‘Pre-playoffs outing with my fav’? You got her out here acting like wifey.”

Paige groaned and rolled her eyes. “Here we go.”

“Nah deadass,” Jalen said, handing Nika his phone to get a better look. “That’s not best friend behavior. Be honest P—what’s really going on?”

Paige rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they stayed in her head. “We’re just friends. Y’all act like you’ve never seen two people match on accident.” (She knew it was a total lie she just told her friends because she definitely picked out Azzi’s outfit with all intentions of matching but her friends did not need to know that)

“That’s a bold accident,” Nika muttered.

“Chill. It’s not like that,” Paige insisted, stuffing her hands in her pockets and walking a little faster.

But then—she saw it.

A football toss booth. Definitely one without a giant Olaf plush in sight. Absolutely not. Definitely not the reason her eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas.

“Yeo!” she shouted to her teammates. “Y’all tryna get smoked at this football toss right now? Someone play me.”

They whooped and followed, stepping up to the booth as Paige handed over a few tickets and sized up the target.

A familiar voice from behind made her freeze mid-throw.

“Well well well,” Caroline sing-songed. “Look who’s showing out.”

Paige turned, brows lifting in surprise. There stood Azzi, Caroline, and Mackenzie, all practically glowing under the fair lights. Mackenzie and Caroline were already striking up a conversation with some of the boys, but Azzi?

Azzi was watching her.

More specifically, watching the way her arm cocked back before a throw. The way the veins in her hand popped just a little. The flex in her forearm. Azzi’s lips parted, and her head tilted slightly. She wasn’t doing a great job at pretending she wasn’t staring.

Paige had one ball left. One shot to win. Her teammates were gassing her up in the background.

“Let’s go, P! One more!”

“She got this easy.”

“Ain’t no way she misses!”

Feeling bold—too bold—Paige turned around to Azzi.

“Az,” she said, loud enough to cut through the noise. “You should totally gimme a kiss for good luck.”

Azzi’s eyes widened. “Oh my gosh. You don’t need luck during a real game, remember?”

The crowd around them chuckled, but Azzi rolled her eyes and stepped forward anyway, pressing a soft kiss to Paige’s cheek.

“Happy?” she murmured.

The noise around them exploded with “OOOHs!” and “OKAYYY!” and even a wolf whistle from Carson, one of the offensive linemen.

Paige grinned, turned, and nailed the shot. The ball hit dead center in the circle. Bullseye.

She immediately pointed to the giant Olaf plush hanging behind the booth.

“That one,” she said.

The worker handed it over, and without hesitation, Paige passed it straight to Azzi. Azzi clutched it to her chest, smiling so wide her nose scrunched up.

“Simp,” Jalen mumbled under his breath as he passed Paige.

She flipped him off with a laugh, then threw her arm around Azzi’s shoulders, letting it hang there casually—domestically—as they walked away from the game.

They broke off from the group, just the two of them weaving through the crowd in quiet ease, talking about nothing and everything.

“I want a funnel cake,” Azzi said.

“Aight, bet.”

They found a stand and shared one, sitting on the curb as powdered sugar lightly flew around in the air around them. Azzi took the first bite and immediately got sugar on the tip of her nose. Paige nearly choked on her own piece.

“Wait, wait—don’t move,” she said, pulling out her phone.

Azzi turned to her, smiling wide, powder-dusted and all. Paige took the picture and didn’t say anything after. She just stared at it for a moment, then closed her phone without posting it. Like the image was meant for her only.

She reached forward with a soft laugh and wiped the sugar off Azzi’s nose, fingers lingering. Azzi’s face tilted toward her hand. Their eyes met. Close. Too close.

Then—

“YO P!” Jalen called from behind them. “Nika says pull up to her crib! You two coming?”

They blinked, pulling apart fast. Paige cleared her throat. “Yeah, we’ll come. Just for a bit.”

Azzi nodded, standing up, wiping powdered sugar off her legs.

Later at Nika’s house, the vibe was chill. A movie played softly in the background. Uno cards were being smacked against a table. Caroline was off talking to one of the linemen. Azzi and Paige sat curled on the couch.

“Y’all tryna smoke?” one of Paige’s teammates offered, holding up a blunt he just rolled.

Paige shook her head. “Nah, I gotta drive.”

But beside her, Azzi perked up. “I’ll try.”

Paige turned quickly. “Azzi—you sure?”

Azzi shrugged. “Yeah. You told me no last time I wanted to try. This is your payback. Can’t even smoke with me now.”

“Shit, alright,” Paige said, laughing softly. “Fine.”

She lit it and held it out for Azzi, guiding her. “Inhale slow. Like this.”

Azzi did, surprisingly well.

“Damn, Az. We don’t know if you’re a lightweight yet, but we’re about to find out real quick.”

Azzi rolled her eyes and took another pull. A few minutes later, she started leaning into Paige’s side, her eyes glazed and red, giggling at nothing.

Nika called her over, and Azzi got up—barely—leaning close to Paige’s ear to whisper, “I’ll be right back.”

Paige nodded, trying so hard, and failing, not to notice the way Azzi’s chest hovered in front of her face. Or the way her hips swayed as she walked off.

But she was very aware.

Too aware.

“Yo,” Jalen said, sliding into Azzi’s empty spot. “You were not being slick just now.”

“What?”

“You were staring at her tits. And her ass. Crazy work from someone who claims that that’s ‘nothing’.”

Paige didn’t even blink. “Well, I never said I didn’t not find her attractive. Gosh— God forbid a girl thinks her friend is hot.”

They both cracked up.

Soon after, Paige stood. “Alright man, imma head out.”

She dapped up Jalen before finding Azzi and Nika, both high off their asses.

“Nika, what the fuck bro. Now I gotta deal with Azzi’s fried ass.”

Azzi giggled. “Paigey I’m not that high, relax.”

“Right,” Paige said, leading her out. “Come on.”

Azzi leaned on her the whole way. “You always give me princess treatment,” she murmured. “I’m so spoiled when I’m with you.”

Paige rolled her eyes, heart racing. “Yeah cause you’re a spoiled brat. Come on, let's go home.”

—

The car ride was calm, Azzi singing off-key, humming wrong lyrics. Paige didn’t even care. When they pulled into her driveway, Azzi looked at her, eyes half-lidded.

“Carry me?”

Paige groaned, pretending to protest. “You’re so lucky I kinda fuck with you.”

She grabbed the Olaf plush from the back, let Azzi hop on her back, tightening her grip on her thighs to hold her up. When Azzi made a small, involuntary sound—a moan?—Paige felt it in her bones.

She sped-walked inside.

Once in her room, she dropped Azzi onto the bed and tossed the Olaf at her.

“Hey!” Azzi giggled.

Paige went into the bathroom, splashed her face, and breathed. When she came back out, Azzi was in her sweatpants and a sports bra she’d left one time.

Paige froze. “You look good in my clothes.”

Azzi tilted her head, smirking. “Oh yeah?”

Paige climbed in beside her. “Mhm.”

They were both curled under Paige’s blankets now, the soft hum of music from her speaker melting into the silence between them. Azzi lay on her side, eyes half-lidded with one hand tucked under her cheek. Paige was sitting up against the headboard, hoodie still on, knees drawn up, twisting one of her rings as she glanced down at her.

“You good?” Paige asked, voice low.

Azzi blinked up at her, her eyes glossy and slow. “Mmhmm. You’re so warm,” she murmured, reaching out to grab the hem of Paige’s hoodie and tugging it lightly. “Like a space heater.”

Paige smirked, brushing her fingers against Azzi’s wrist. “Yeah, well… I got layers on. You’re barely even wearing anything.”

Azzi grinned. “You want me to take more off?”

Paige’s breath caught. She glanced away, shaking her head but smiling. “You’re such a menace when you’re high.”

“You’re just scared I’m gonna say something real.”

“Mhm? Like what?”

Azzi shifted, her head now resting on Paige’s thigh, eyes scanning her face lazily. “Like… you’re cute when you get flustered.”

Paige rolled her eyes, biting down a smile. “I’m not flustered.”

“You’re so flustered. You’re, like, blushing under your hoodie.”

Paige gave her a look. “That doesn’t even make any sense.”

Azzi grinned, that slow, teasing grin that made Paige’s stomach turn, in a good way. “You wanna kiss me.”

Paige exhaled a laugh, leaning her head back against the wall. “You’re literally high off your ass right now.”

“And you’re literally staring at my mouth.”

Paige looked back down, and yeah — maybe she was. Azzi’s lips were still slightly glossy from whatever lipgloss she was using, shiny and pink. Her lashes were fluttery, and she looked annoyingly good in Paige’s sweats that she stole from the older girl.

Azzi sat up slowly, pushing herself closer, her legs crossing as she leaned toward Paige. “I’m not wrong.”

“You’re not right either.”

Azzi tilted her head. “Then prove it.”

The room went still. Paige blinked. “What?”

“Kiss me,” Azzi said, lowly. “Or admit you want to and won’t.”

The air between them was electric.

Paige licked her lips. “You’re really playing with me tonight.”

Azzi leaned in a breath away from her mouth, voice just above a whisper. “Then do something about it, P.”

And that was Paige’s last straw.

Paige kissed her.

It started slow — a hesitant press of lips that tasted like funnel cake and weed — but the second Azzi kissed her back, it was over. Paige’s hand slid up her jaw, fingers slipping into Azzi’s curls as Azzi leaned in with a soft, needy sound. It was hungry and warm, their mouths moving like they’d been waiting for this forever.

Azzi tugged Paige’s hoodie, trying to pull her closer without breaking the kiss, her fingers bunching in the fabric at her waist. Azzi shifted so she was fully straddling Paige’s lap, knees sinking into the mattress as her other hand cradled the back of Paige’s head, both of them breathless already.

Azzi’s hands slid up under Paige’s hoodie — her warm palms resting on Paige’s bare waist —Paige shivered, letting out a soft gasp against her mouth.

“You’re cold,” Azzi mumbled into the kiss.

“You’re high,” Paige whispered back, and then kissed her again, deeper this time.

Azzi tilted her head and let her lips drift lower, kissing softly at Paige’s jaw. “Still think I’m wrong?”

Paige exhaled sharply, eyes fluttering shut as Azzi kissed beneath her ear. “Shut up.”

Azzi smiled against her skin and kissed down her neck — slow, open-mouthed, lingering — like she had all the time in the world. Paige tilted her head without thinking, giving her more access, and Azzi took full advantage, sucking gently just below her jawline.

“Az,” Paige whispered, breath catching.

Azzi paused, lips ghosting over the spot. “Yeah?”

“Do that again.”

Azzi did. And again. Her hands slid up Paige’s back beneath her hoodie, nails scratching lightly over skin. Paige rocked her hips upwards slightly, groaning as her own lips found Azzi’s neck in return, biting down gently just to see what it would do.

Azzi’s breath hitched. “Paige—”

“Mmhmm?” Paige hummed into her skin, trailing kisses down to her collarbone and the tops of her chest.

Azzi’s fingers gripped her hips tighter. “You’re literally evil.”

“You started it.”

They both laughed, then kissed again, messier this time, teeth hitting once before it melted back into a familiar rhythm. Paige let herself get lost in it — the way Azzi tasted, the heat of her hands, the way her body curved perfectly on top of hers.

And under the blankets, with the world shut out, there was no teasing left. Just the buzz of skin and want and whispered names in the dark.

“Good night Paige,” Azzi mumbled.

“Night Az,” Paige said, arm wrapped tight around the younger girls waist.

—

The room was quiet. Early morning light filtering in through Paige’s blinds, casting soft shadows over the two girls curled beneath her covers.

Paige woke up first.

Her eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the warmth of the light and the warmth of Azzi. One of Azzi’s legs was tangled between hers. Paige’s hoodie was hiked halfway up her stomach, and Azzi’s hand was resting under it, warm against her bare waist like it had been there all night.

Azzi’s face was nestled into Paige’s neck, lips slightly parted, her breath soft and even. She looked unfairly pretty like this — messy curls scattered around her face, her lips slightly swollen, a faint mark on her collarbone that made Paige’s stomach twist with dizzying pride.

And panic.

Because then she remembered—the hickeys.

Paige’s heart thudded, and she carefully peeled the blankets back, slowly sitting up as if sudden movement might wake her. She looked down at herself — neck, chest, collarbone — and yeah, it was bad.

Azzi had really gone in.

There were red, blooming marks trailing down her neck and one just above her chest, dark and obvious like Azzi had meant to leave them. Like she wanted people to know. Paige groaned quietly, flopping back against the pillow.

Azzi stirred.

Paige froze, heart racing. Azzi blinked groggily, her eyes soft and unfocused. She made a sleepy little noise in her throat before turning her face toward Paige, nose scrunching up.

“Morning,” she mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

Paige stared. “You’re possessive as shit Az. You marked me the fuck up.”

Azzi blinked, then slowly smiled. “…I did?”

Paige threw the covers off with a dramatic sigh and turned so Azzi could see the damage.

Azzi propped herself up on one elbow, biting her lip as she took in the sight. “Shit,” she said, not even trying to hide her grin. “Okay, but it’s kinda hot.”

Paige gave her a flat look. “Az.”

“What! It is!”

“I have school.”

Azzi giggled, pressing her face into Paige’s shoulder. “You could wear a turtleneck.”

“Are you deadass? I still have football, the guys are gonna give me so much shit.”

Azzi laughed harder now, her whole body shaking under the blankets. Paige groaned again, dragging a pillow over her face.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” Azzi whispered, kissing the side of her neck gently — just below one of the hickeys. “You loved it.”

Paige peeked out from under the pillow. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Azzi smiled. “You’re lucky I kinda like your annoying ass.”

That quieted Paige for a second. Her heart stumbled a little. Azzi didn’t take it back. She just stared at Paige with this sleepy affection that Paige had never seen directed at her quite like that before.

She felt her throat tighten. “Deadass? Like you meant that for real?”

Azzi nodded, brushing her fingers over Paige’s hip. “You know I do.”

Paige leaned in and kissed her — soft and slow. Azzi kissed her back like she had all the time in the world.

And then—

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

“Yo, P?” a voice rang from the hallway. “You up?”

Paige’s entire soul left her body. “Shit. That’s Drew.”

Azzi’s eyes went wide. “Paige.”

“Uh… just don’t move.”

Too late.

The door cracked open, and Drew’s voice followed instantly. “Yo, you left your—”

He stopped.

His eyes landed directly on the two of them— Azzi half-hidden, Paige in nothing but a hoodie and boxers, and hickeys dotting her neck like neon “bite me” signs.

The silence was loud.

Paige groaned. “Drew.”

He blinked. “…Damn.”

Paige grabbed the nearest throw pillow and launched it. “Get out!”

Drew laughed all the way down the hall, voice echoing, “Dad’s gonna love this.”

Azzi covered her face with both hands. “I’m never coming over again.”

Paige turned to her, cheeks red. “Yes you are.”

Azzi peeked through her fingers. “Even if I keep doing that to your neck as ‘besties’?”

Paige smirked, eyes drifting down to her mouth again. “Especially then.”

#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #paige x azzi #paige and azzi #pazzi #pazzi fic #pazzi fics #dallas wings #uconn wbb

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jyeoulzhu · 3 months ago

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skill issue

summary . y/n, a streamer, gets destroyed in overwatch by karina, a top player. what starts as playful rivalry turns into something more, ending with karina soft-launching their relationship on stream.

pairing . yu jimin (karina) x male reader

note . inspired by someone's work here on tumblr i forgot their user and i can't find it anymore. also a karina oneshot.. so if you know them please tag them 😓🙏

y/n had always been the type to chill at the local comshop with his boys, grinding ranked games and talking shit like it was their second home. it was their routine, their escape from the chaos of school and whatever else life threw at them. but tonight… tonight was different.

the atmosphere was tense as y/n, mingyu, intak, and juyeon locked in their heroes on overwatch. the four of them were known in the comshop—decent players, occasional streamers on twitch, and absolute menaces when it came to voice comms. but this match? this was pure hell.

the opposing widowmaker was untouchable. every peek was met with an instant headshot. every attempt to dive her ended in death. they couldn’t even step out of spawn without getting sniped.

headshot. headshot. headshot.

“who the hell is this guy?” y/n groaned as his character dropped dead for the tenth time.

“nah, bro, this ain’t normal,” mingyu said, visibly stressed.

“i can’t even step out of spawn,” juyeon added.

the chat in their stream was going wild.

—

chat: WHO TF IS KRNXP????

chat: they’re farming y’all like npcs 💀

chat: uninstall, bro

—

y/n leaned into his mic. “yo, if you’re watching this… dm me. i just wanna talk.”

seconds later, the enemy widowmaker hit another headshot.

[krnxp] (widowmaker): stay mad.

y/n stared at his screen, jaw dropped.

“bro. she replied. she fucking replied,” y/n whispered, eyes wide with panic.

mingyu screamed. “SHE??? KRNXP IS A GIRL???”

“wait… no… don’t tell me this is—”

“karina,” juyeon said, dead serious. “top player. undefeated. literal legend.”

y/n sat there in disbelief. he’d been simping for karina for months. and now? he just got farmed by her.

“holy shit… i just got violated by my comfort streamer,” y/n whispered.

mingyu immediately grabbed his phone. “NO WAY. SHE JUST COOKED YOU ON MAIN.”

“nah, you can’t let this slide,” intak said, hyping him up.

“1v1 her,” juyeon added, completely serious.

y/n blinked. “are you guys insane? i’d get smoked.”

“exactly,” juyeon smirked. “get humbled, then bag her.”

—

the 1v1 lobby loaded.

“you nervous?” karina’s voice echoed through the comms, cool and unbothered.

y/n muted his mic and screamed into his hoodie.

“bro, she’s flirting. i’m gonna pass out,” he whispered to his friends.

y/n’s hands were literally trembling on his mouse. this wasn’t just any 1v1. this was karina. the girl who single-handedly destroyed him and had been living rent-free in his head for months.

“you good over there?” karina’s voice echoed through the comms, smooth and low.

y/n choked on air.

“me? yeah. totally fine,” he lied, already spiraling.

the match started.

three seconds in, y/n peeked. instant headshot.

he stared blankly at the killcam.

karina giggled. “cute.”

y/n’s soul officially left his body.

—

chat: LMFAOOOO

chat: HE’S FOLDED ALREADY

chat: nah bro’s in love

—

“oh my god,” y/n muttered, fully spiraling.

karina giggled. “you’re cute when you panic.”

y/n’s brain: system error.

—

after getting absolutely obliterated 20-3, y/n was done.

“you let me get three kills out of pity, huh?” he asked in defeat.

karina smirked. “maybe.”

y/n wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out.

intak threw his headset. “NAH THIS IS INSANE.”

—

after that night, karina started showing up in y/n’s streams.

“yo, why is krnxp in our game again?” mingyu asked during one match.

“nah, bro… she’s stalking you,” intak teased.

y/n? he was already in love.

—

the slow burn was real.

karina would randomly hop into y/n’s ranked games, casually carrying while y/n tried (and failed) to impress her.

“dude, why do you keep playing genji if you can’t aim?” she teased.

“i’m trying to look cool…” y/n mumbled.

—

one night, y/n was streaming when the door behind him creaked open.

“yo, who just came in?”

everyone expected it to be one of the boys.

but no.

karina casually walked into frame… wearing his hoodie.

chat exploded.

—

chat: HELLO??????

chat: WE WON. WE SOFT LAUNCHED.

chat: Y/N, YOU’RE COOKING.

—

y/n ended stream in pure panic.

“bro, you just exposed us to 10k viewers,” y/n said.

karina smirked, stealing his drink. “should’ve locked your door.”

#daily women #karina x male reader #tbz #karina x reader #karina #yu jimin #aespa #aespa x male reader #aespa karina #yu jimin x reader #yu jimin x male reader #yu jimin x you #karina x you #seventeen #wonwoo #mingyu #intak

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rumisgf · 1 year ago

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Was wondering if u could write bakugo and todoroki reactions to their s/o doing the carnival trend on tiktok or something like that if u could.

“SHE RIDE D*** LIKE A CARNIVAL !!” (MHA EDITION)

summary: it’s the way writing this abt to be so fun omg. if you don’t know what trend they’re talking about here’s a reference

warnings: cursing, suggestive, college!au, social media!au, black reader as always

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

- now this man doesn’t even like tiktok to begin with

- he thinks it’s a dumb app and is glad it’s about to get banned

- that being said,

- if he uses the app it’s only to look at your tiktoks.

- so one day, he was doing his daily stalking of your account and he saw you just posted

- he saw the flash going off on your camera while you’re standing in front of your mirror

- and was ready to clown you for purposely making it dark in your room just to film a dumb tiktok

- but he was NOT ready for what he was about to see

- yk what they say, NEVER let them know your next move

- he almost had a heart attack.

- now admittedly, he did watch it about a few times

- maybe like 20 times

- then, he opens the comment section and already sees people simping over you

- now he’s a little (a lot) mad

- he instantly comments “delete this.”

- THEN he texts you

- “delete your tiktok”

- you start giggling knowing exactly what you just did, then all of a sudden he barges into your dorm.

- “DELETE IT!”

- this only makes you laugh harder, and now your boyfriend is only angrier

- you act all oblivious and he’s almost too mad to ignore the bulge growing in his pants since he viewed your tiktok

- notice how i said almost.

“nigga it’s just a trend calm down!”

“i don’t care. the only one you should be bending over for like that is me.”

“OH?”

SHOTO TODOROKI

- this poor boy. you must be trynna kill him

- he doesn’t really use tiktok either but izuku convinced him to get it

- he of course follows you, and is your biggest supporter

- he’ll comment things like “you look so pretty in this” or “i like this”

- he’s so sweet

- now, when he saw you do this trend he didn’t know what it was at first

- and at first he was too busy being confused on how you made the camera flash in the front of your phone even though you were using your back camera to record yourself in the mirror

- then, you did the trend.

- his eyes widen and he is truly stunned by your beauty and what you just did in the mirror

- he opens the comments and he’s a little butthurt about people simping like crazy

- they should know by his comments that you’re his >:(

- ^ and that’s literally the face he made

- he simply comments “pretty.”

- he is relieved when you reply with a dozen hearts

- you know better than to not always reply to the compliments he gives you under your posts and he knows damn well you know better regardless

- later, he does bring it up when you end up all cuddled up together is his dorm like y’all usually do

“so, why’d you do that video?”

“dunno, i saw my mutuals do it and i wanted to try. why, you don’t like it?”

“no, you should do it again. and tag me so i see it first.”

“….okay.”

@ rumisgf

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x black reader #bakugou headcanons #mha #bakugou katsuki x black reader #shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x black reader #todoroki x black reader #todoroki headcanons #shoto headcanons #mha headcanons #mha x black reader

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deconstructthesoup · 1 year ago

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I've been thinking a little bit about how the Cat King expresses his affection, and specifically, how the fandom interprets it.

There's some people who see how he interacts with Edwin and think "oh my god, he's such a simp, Edwin really has this sexy catboy wrapped around his little finger," and there's some people who see how he interacts with Edwin and think "yowza, learn to take a hint, he's not interested in you and your fuckboy fur coat," which, y'know, are both valid. I love the Cat King, but he's clearly not a fan of boundaries---outside of his own, of course.

Which... is the point, isn't it? Because here's the thing---we all like to analyze the Cat King as if he's human, but... he's not.

He's a cat. And that's how cats are.

Let's look back at his first interaction with Edwin. Our sassy Edwardian boy has used magic on one of his cats, and he's pissed, because cats are protective over what they consider "theirs---" and seeing as he's the Cat King, all of the cats in Port Townsend are his. He's bitchy and rude, cutting Edwin off when he tries to explain himself, and doesn't exactly seem like he's a merciful guy.

Then comes the moment where he whisks Edwin away, and he gets a closer look. The Cat King realizes that he's handsome, he's clearly queer, and that there is something fascinating about him. So he gets closer, he gets intimate, and it's working. Even in the throes of internalized homophobia, Edwin's getting into it, and... the Cat King self-sabotages, slapping a binding spell onto him.

A cat hisses at you when you attempt to reach out your hand and reason with it. It changes its mind, and it comes up to you, purring. And just when you're about to scratch it behind its ears, it freaks out, scratching you on the hand.

Sure, right after that, the Cat King lays out the terms---the binding spell (which, honestly, is actually a pretty fitting punishment given that Edwin used a binding spell on that cat) can be taken off, "and I'm sure we can work something out." That's a line that's probably worked before, and that's a line that probably could've worked, but the damage is done. So the Cat King gets irritated, sneering at Edwin's "old-fashioned sensibilities," and gives him your classic trickster seems-easy-but-is-a-lot-harder-than-it-looks deal. And we don't see him again for a couple episodes... at least, not until Edwin gets that little cat-scratch at the lighthouse.

When a cat scratches your hand, you give it a wide berth. Even if it immediately changes its mind and meows for attention, you don't trust it anymore. So it gets pissy, getting more and more annoyed the more you ignore it, until it gives up and bites you when you won't give it pets.

Now, the Cat King has realized that Edwin's getting close. He's counted almost all the cats, and it won't be long before he completes the task and books it out of town. So, the Cat King starts flirting even more, even going so far as to mimic Monty and Charles if that's what it'll take. When that fails, and when getting Edwin to open up fails, the Cat King lets out a nervous little laugh and tells Edwin that he's way off, when in fact he couldn't be closer.

Once a cat realizes that it likes you, it becomes incredibly needy. It trots along after you, it begs for attention and love, it sits on your laptop and jumps up on the kitchen counter and will attempt to insert itself into any and all activities you might be doing. And while that may be the cat's way of expressing love, there's no denying that it is ignoring all of your personal boundaries and generally getting in the way of you doing anything---other than, of course, paying attention to it.

And then comes the moment in the forest. The Cat King shows up with a fancy chandelier to blow Monty's cover---why now? Because Monty isn't just a romantic threat, he's trying to do something that'll take away Edwin for good. Once the cover's blown, and once Monty storms off, the Cat King uses this as an opportunity---I just saved his life, maybe he'll notice me now---and Edwin snaps, dropping one of the best lines in the whole series.

This is the first time, mind you, that Edwin has really pushed back. He's been resistant before, sure, but he's never said or done anything that indicates that he really wanted this dance to end. And I don't even think the Cat King realized that he was crossing a line, had been crossing a line since he slapped that bracelet on. But when Edwin says that he's not the Cat King's toy to yank around, that he's nothing more than an inconvenience, that's a big old wake-up call for our boy---and of course, he takes it horribly, snarling after Edwin that he'll be stuck in this town if he walks away, that he'll stop playing nice, just fucking NOTICE me already why don't you?

There always comes a time when you're fed up with how invasive your cat's being. Maybe you've just had a bad day, maybe it's genuinely messing up something important that you're doing, but you break out the spray bottle. And how does it respond? With a hiss, with a scamper away, and with a baleful glare over its shoulder. It knows it's done something wrong, but it doesn't fully understand, and it's mad at you.

Afterwards, Edwin gets dragged into hell, and that breaks the charm on the bracelet. And the Cat King's left to think.

There's some conflicting emotions there, of course. He's moodily playing with the bracelet when Esther shows up, showing that he probably does care, but there's still something to be said about how he immediately calls Edwin a "tease" and hates himself for being willing to wait for him if and when he ever returns from Hell (which is very noble of you, Thomas, totally way more of a meaningful gesture than actually going down there to get him back---which, as a self-described eternal being, would probably be easier for you to do than Charles. Just sayin'). But as much as I love to clown on that, the Cat King does die in that scene, and it's only after that that he spills to Esther.

This, I think, is where the Cat King stops acting like a cat, and starts acting human. Because he doesn't go and see Edwin when he gets back---he's realized that he kind of was in the wrong, and he's giving him space. And I'm sure it can't have been fun knowing that Edwin and Charles only got kidnapped by Esther because of information that he let slip.

But when the boys and Crystal (and maybe Jenny) are about to leave, the Cat King visits Edwin to pay his respects to Niko. He gives Edwin a lily, which several people have pointed out is fatal to cats. He's still flirty, sure, but he's more understated now. No more tricks, no more spells. Just him. And that's the version of him that gets that little cheek kiss goodbye.

Because even cats can learn that there's a better way to love.

#dead boy detectives #the cat king #thomas the cat king #edwin payne #catwin #y'know... catwin's only a casual/crack ship for me compared to the beauty that is payneland...#but i think i might've convinced myself?#wow #analysis

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