#Thanks Chloe! ❤️

[powerful-niya]

I know you're a busy person, but I saw this on Twitter and I'd love to know your answers 🙈 also no pressure, take all the time you need ❤

Hello, @chloelapomme!! So incredibly sorry for the late reply! I was meaning to answer your ask sooner but I family matters came up following up with my new college classes for spring so my hands has been full.

But nevertheless, I was so happy to see your ask and the questions you sent me! I enjoy answering these! So thank you for the wonder ask! 💜

It's taken me a couple of days to finish these questions but at last, I have!

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✎*ೃ˚ 1. Fics Completed This Year? ✎*ೃ˚

I've Completed two fics in 2022.

Heartaches and Heartbreaks - NHPrompts22

Mine (Naruhina Halloween Oneshot)

✎*ೃ˚ 2. Fics started this year? ✎*ೃ˚

I've started three fics in 2022.

Heartaches and Heartbreaks - NhPrompts22

Mine (Halloween Oneshot)

When Love Lasts - 2022 NH Month Event

✎*ೃ˚ 3. Drabbles written this year? ✎*ೃ˚

In 2022, I wrote a lot of drabbles. (I can't say an exact number, maybe 27 or 28, give or take)

Some of them are standalone drabbles, while others are the next parts of my ongoing stories The Unknown and Heated.

Some drabbles I've started I may not finish, I've decided.

Some drabbles are destined for upcoming stories. I won't talk too much about those though, hehe.

✎*ೃ˚ 4. Total Word Count for the Year? ✎*ೃ˚

Although I'm unsure of my exact word count, I'll just say it's wayyy more than 100,000. I've written a lot in 2022, and I'm sure it's more than 100k words—possibly even 200k or 300k, easily.

I just write so damn much. 🥴

✎*ೃ˚ 5. Longest Completed fic of the year? ✎*ೃ˚

Actually, I haven't finished any lengthy fanfics this year. Sadly. 😭😭

Hell, none of my main fics (Heated & The Unknown) are finished, and that's a bummer. However, I'm committed to completing The Unknown and Heated in 2023.

The only thing I completed in 2022 was the oneshot book - Heartaches and Heartbreaks which was a contribution to the NhPrompts22 event that was hosted by @tessdrawss back in March of 2022.

So for 2023, I'm really getting my butt in gear, haha. I want to finish a lot more stuff.

✎*ೃ˚ 6. Shortest completed fic of the year? ✎*ೃ˚

The shortest fic I finished in 2022 was a Naruhina Halloween special one-shot. The fanfic one-shot was named "Mine," and it was a horror fic that I had wanted to write for a long time.

I had the plot in my head all year in 2022 and really wanted to write it, so I decided to write it as a special during Halloween in 2022.

The one-shot was divided into three long portions, lol. In all honesty, I have no idea how to keep one-shots short. It’s a real struggle.

✎*ೃ˚ 7. Favorite fic to work on? ✎*ೃ˚

My favorite story to work on, eh? I suppose I should say "The Unknown." I've been working on that fanfiction for so long and it’s truly taken me on a wild writing journey. I have to be honest and say that I really love the horror, gore, and dark romance the fanfic possesses.

I really adore how I portrayed demon Naruto in the fic too. Idk, something is wrong with me, I know, lol. He's so freaking scary but hot at the same time. Idk, how I accomplished that.

I am definitely looking forward to writing the conclusion for what I have in mind. I am really awaiting the time I will be able to have time to sit down and really write this fic because I have so much planned for it, lol!

I've been just really busy. I am also easily distracted too!!

But in 2023, I'll be spending a lot of time working on this story and moving it to AO3. However, I had originally intended to alter this story greatly. I want to improve and tweak it.

The Unknown, though, has to be my current favorite of the several fan fictions I'm working on.

✎*ೃ˚ 8. Hardest fic to work on? ✎*ೃ˚

To be honest, the fanfic 'Heated' has been bothering me. I continually experience writer's block and I dread writing the fic. I'm also finding flaws in the fanfic.

Don't get me wrong, I adore the fan vs. idol trope that "Heated" creates, as well as the fact that Naruto is the leader of a popular band and Hinata’s the cutesy fangirl, but…I find myself continuously modifying stuff in the fic, and I dread writing it.

I'm not sure what my deal is.

But, despite my frequent setbacks, I expect to finish the fic in 2023, hopefully at the end of spring.

✎*ೃ˚ 9. Writing lessons you learned this year? ✎*ೃ˚

I've learned that forcing myself to write is never the solution. I discovered that the best moment to write is when I am inspired, as well as when I have planned exactly what I want to write ahead of time.

I believe that you should never force yourself to write or create any sort of piece.

A dear buddy once said that it takes time to create a masterpiece, so give it some time! Do not rush the process!

@sessakag I'm looking at you, haha! 💜👀💜

I also just have advice in general, advice that I have learned myself this year as well.

Never, ever allow someone to force you to do anything. Do it on your own terms, when you are no longer preoccupied with life's hassles. You'll have a lot more fun with the process.

Don’t force something to be, is what I am saying. Things will play out as they should.

In 2022, I had to remind myself several times that writing is a passion, not a job. Calm down, Niya, sheesh! Lol.

✎*ೃ˚ 10. Most Anticipated Wip for Next Year. ✎*ೃ˚

Without a doubt, it's The Good Old Days. I am really excited to bring the ACA characters and the plot back.

I am very excited to share the crazy narrative of (A Crazy Accident’s) Naruto's past with my readers. I've been dying to write this particular fanfic for such a long time, and I'm thrilled to announce that I'll be publishing this fanfiction in 2023!

It’s about time, right, lol!

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I hope you enjoyed reading my responses to the wonderful questions at the top. I have a lot planned for 2023, and I'm excited to see what I come up with as a result.

In 2022, I have accomplished a lot but I plan to accomplish even more in 2023. 💪🏽

Once again, thank you for the ask Chloe! I hope you've had a wonderful Christmas and equally wonderful start of the New Year! 💜🤍

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[fairycosmos]

i hope if tumblr ever gets shut down i never forget about how your love for humans

the way this is like more meaningful and kind than anything anyone in my actual real life has said to me for at least the last 5 years

[raveartts]

i forgot to post this but it's fanart for my favorite hazbin fic so far everyone go read it now pwease uwu

[romajuliettesupremacy]

I’m only like 3 chapters into Crooked Kingdom but I’m already adding Leigh Bardugo to my list of authors that need to give me financial compensation

[atticrissfinch]

I’ve Got My Red Dress on Tonight | (joel miller x fem!reader) (18+)

Part 5 of Meet Me in the Back

pairing: sleazy gas station clerk!joel miller x fem!reader summary: When your Valentine's Day date doesn't show, you decide there's one person who would be happy to see you. warnings/tags: [18+ MINORS DNI] age gap (no specifics), drug use (marijuana), daddy!kink, fingering (vaginal and....anal!!!), v brief foot fetish, squirting, praise!kink and degradation!kink (use of slut/whore), unprotected PIV, creampie, some ~touching in public, smoking, taking pictures mid-coitus, really nasty gross fluff i'm sorry about it. lemme know if i forgot something i gotta go fast i wanna post word count: ~7.8k jesus christ | ao3a/n: much thanks for the anon who suggested a V Day fic for these two <3 Thank you to my love Iris @papipascalispunk for making sure my commas and em-dashes are where they're supposed to be. ALSO. Chloe, resident sleazy!joel expert, wrote a little drabble inspired by Joel in this fic!! Please check it out after you've read this chapter! The Sighting by ChloeAngelic <3 Divider by @saradika-graphics ❤️ Taglist Update: I have decided to decommission my taglist in favor of an updates blog! Please follow @atticrissfinchupdates and opt in for notifications to get notified when I post a new fic! Series Masterlist | Masterlist | Kofi

The dress feels ungodly tight, but you had figured it would be worth it. 

It wasn’t. 

In fact, the dress hasn’t seen anything but the inside of your apartment. 

Your hair was done just the way you love it, you pulled out all the stops with your makeup, and you had squeezed yourself into this glittery, red mini dress that makes your tits look stunning, which you bought just for this night. 

You’d been out with Brent twice before, and even though you’d thought it was a little early in your “relationship” for a Valentine’s Day dinner, when he asked to “make it a special night” for you, you agreed. The last thing you wanted was to be alone on this godforsaken holiday. 

Well, at least he’d had the courtesy to give you twenty minutes' notice that he was bailing on you instead of just leaving you waiting on your couch wondering if he would come at all. 

Now you’re just waiting on your couch, wondering what the fuck to do. 

You open your messages on your phone and swipe away from your broken plans. The next thread under it is Joel’s. 

Joel: i swear 2 god i saw one tho

You: you did not see a UFO, Joel 

Joel: yes i did!!! it was way the hell up there flashin its lights!!! saw it clear as day!!!

You: that was most definitely just a normal plane, old man. Turn off Ancient Aliens once in a while. 

Joel: ur gonna be real sorry wen im FAMOUSS for findin the first REAL aliens 👽 🛸 

You: I’m sure I will be

Joel: u can make it up 2 me by flashin me them headlights of urs again 😈

Joel: honk honk 😈

You: Bye 🙄 😒

Joel: 👅

A smile tugs at your lips as you read through the conversation from earlier this evening. You hadn’t told him about the date. Or dates, rather. If this one had gone well, you might have. If things wound up back at your place and actually moved a step toward something. 

You deflate against the back of your couch. Because there’s nothing now. Just you, your suffocating dress, and your stupid heels. The vicious claws of insecurity start to scrape at the back of your neck. 

Brent didn’t want you. You weren’t good enough. You’re not good enough for anyone.

Tears prick at your eyes and you dab them with the side of your finger to keep your mascara intact, following it up with some deep breaths and your head tipping back between your shoulders, forcing the tears back into your skull.  

That’s not true, you recite to yourself. You know there’s always someone who’s happy to see you. 

Another deep breath. 

Someone who would be dead on his feet seeing you dressed like this. 

On your next breath you’re already shimmying out of your panties and checking the mirror to make sure no one is getting a free show who doesn’t deserve it. 

You scurry as quickly as you can to your car, shivering so fiercely it feels like your goddamn pussy has goosebumps from being exposed like this. You weather through it, chanting in your head some quote you heard about how hoes never get cold. 

When you get to the gas station, you scamper from your car into the store, shuddering when the heat hits you once you open the door. You tug your dress down and glance around, not immediately seeing Joel anywhere. He’s not at his usual spot, parked behind the counter. You venture further into the shop, peering down the aisle. 

“Evening,” someone says just behind you, and you jump, whirling around. 

It’s not Joel. It’s some other schmuck with a scraggly, graying ginger beard and a crooked, lumpy nose. His smile is friendly enough, but it lacks that trademark sleaziness that typically oozes from the person you’re accustomed to seeing man the store. His name tag reads Walter. 

“Evening,” you squeak out, cringing and clearing your throat when your voice spills out much higher pitched than you expected. You tug on your dress again. 

“Help you with anything?” he asks, and you’re relieved to find his gaze holding steady on yours, not drifting elsewhere despite the swathes of skin on display in your chosen outfit.

Joel wouldn’t even be able to begin to know where to fucking look, your mind provides, and you find yourself trying to come to terms with the apparent fact that… Joel isn’t here. 

He isn’t here – on Valentine’s Day. 

“I’m, um…I’m actually looking for Joel?”

Walter’s eyebrows shoot up, then fall into a furrow. “He been hiring on the clock again? Goddamn it, I told him not to fucking do that anymore,” he mutters, shaking his head down at the floor before looking back up at you. “Miss, I’m real sorry, I know you’re doing honest work and all, but I can’t have that shit here.”

It takes a moment for you to fully register what he’s saying, but when you do, your eyes go wide. “Oh, sir, I’m not— you’ve got— no, no. I’m just a friend of Joel’s.”

“I'm sure you are, Miss, but I—”

“I’m not a prostitute,” you insist under your breath, glancing around to ensure no one is in the vicinity. “I swear to god, I just had a date tonight, or I was going on a date, and then I wasn’t, and— I swear, I’m just dressed for a date. A normal date.”

You’re not sure your frantic insistence has Walter very reassured, but he just nods, a skeptical look in his eye. “Well, in any case, he’s not here. He’s got the night off.”

“Got it. Okay, thank you,” you say, wincing a little at the palpable awkwardness. You rush past him to leave, your heels clicking loudly, and apparently, whorishly, across the floor. 

“Stay safe out there, honey,” Walter calls after you. 

Your car is blessedly still harboring warmth as you clamor back inside and start the engine. You catch your breath and mull over what to do next. 

He wasn’t there. On Valentine’s Day. You feel like that can only mean one thing. Something squiggles and squirms in your belly at that thought. 

You have one more shot, and you take it, speeding off toward the outskirts, hoping you can go fast enough to drown out the weird feeling in your stomach. 

—

His truck is there. And it’s alone in the gravel next to his trailer. 

You see light through his weeping blinds, a warm yellow glow accompanied by periodically flickering colors that you assume is his television. A good sign, you think. 

The wind whips around your bare legs as you climb his steps carefully in your stilettos, staring up to admire the waxing gibbous moon shining absurdly bright against the speckled black sky. You lean against the dilapidated railing of his tiny porch in front of his door. The sky is never this bright where you live. It fills you with a sort of warmth. Comfort. You hear the distorted sound of voices on his television and the faint aroma of weed seeping out the frame of his door. 

You don’t hear anyone else. 

So you knock. 

You hear a nasty cough from the other side of the door and the volume of the TV ticking down. The door swings open and you’re hit in the face two-fold—with a wall of smoke and a wall of bare-chested man. 

Joel blinks and squints reddened eyes as he blocks the entire doorway, billows of haze attempting to escape around him to the fresh air. Then recognition glows in his eyes and his gaze drifts. Up and down. And his jaw goddamn drops. 

Your arms clasp at your back as you rock on your teetering heels. 

“Hi.”

Joel crams his eyes shut again, shaking his head like a dog like he’s trying to clear a fog over his vision. But he opens them again, and you’re still standing there, and he expels a long, narrow breath through his lips. 

“Jesus fucking Christ. This is heaven, right? Or— jesus— fuckin’…hell, in that devil of a dress,” he shakes his head again, slower, more like disbelief, and a smile pushes at your mouth. “You just showin’ up on my doorstep? Dressed like that? I must be fuckin’ dead.”

You temper your broadening grin, reining in your utter delight at receiving exactly the reaction you were craving. “So, you’re saying me, weed, and…” you crane your head to peek at his television, “And SVU is your idea of heaven?”

“Damn near fuckin’ close,” he says, a reverence about his tone as he drinks you in gratuitously. He pulls himself out of his stupor and hurriedly gestures inside. “Jesus, sweetheart, come in. Gotta be freezin’ your gorgeous tits off out there.”

His hand falls to the small of your back as he ushers you inside, the sweet tang of his evening stress relief burning stronger in your nostrils in his living room. 

Joel shuts the door behind you both and lets out a sharp whistle. “Sweet Mary Mother’a God. That fuckin’ ass,” he mutters under his breath. 

You peer your head around your shoulder to take in the sight of him, just as he does you. One hand frozen against the door, soft belly poking out over the hem of his sweatpants, dark hair sweeping over the curve of it and up his chest. And, of course, that fucking tent at his crotch, growing larger by the second. 

“Be still my fuckin’ heart – the hell are you doin’ here in that, darlin’ girl?”

Your cheeks begin to heat. 

He’s never said it like that. Darlin’ girl. It’s usually some iteration of one or the other, but never together. 

Darlin’ girl. 

You fill in a blank for yourself — unintentionally, but so fucking naturally. 

My darlin’ girl. 

Where your stomach was squirming, it now flutters. You swallow it down. Pull your mind back. You just want to feel wanted. That’s why you’re here. 

Then he’s at your back, pressing all of him against you. The softness of his torso, the scratch of his facial hair, the hardness of his cock. Planting feathery kisses along your neck with teasing bites. 

A giggle bubbles up your chest and you free up more of your neck for him to devour. “I’m here to see the stupid aliens, you dumbass.”

His lips pause on your neck. “Oh yeah?” he mumbles against your skin. 

“Yeah,” you laugh lightly, “Where’s your flying saucer? Your flashing lights?”

Joel’s hands sweep up your sides and cup your breasts through your dress, squeezing them tight in his grip. “Right fuckin’ here, baby,” he growls into the underside of your jaw, “Let me turn ‘em on for ya.”

You throw your head back with another easy laugh and you feel the shape of his smile against your cheek as he massages your covered tits. 

“Mmmm,” he hums, rocking his hips against your ass, his massive length nestling and sliding between your cheeks over your dress. “Come smoke a bowl with me. ‘N then tell me why you’re dressed like living sin in my living room.” 

“How about you just fuck me,” you sigh, tangling your fingers into Joel’s hair and holding his lips to your neck. 

“‘Cause I wanna stare at you in this dress a little while longer ‘fore I rip it to fuckin’ shreds,” he says, his words increasingly muffled by the exposed skin of your spaghetti-strapped shoulder. 

A shiver trembles down your spine and you take a steadying breath. “Okay. Then you better detach before all that shit goes out the window.”

Joel takes a deep breath and rolls his forehead over your shoulder with a moan. “Smart. You’re so goddamn smart. So goddamn pretty. Got my Peter pipin’ up a storm down there.”  

You roll your eyes and will yourself forward, toppling onto his sagging couch with him trailing along behind and groaning as he sinks into it. 

Your hands go to the straps on your heels and you begin to unfasten when you hear a definitive nuh-uh. You glance up and Joel’s eyes are fixated on your blood-red satin heels. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

“Really?”

“Really. Those naughty fuckers stay on,” he orders, and you have no choice but to let your hands fall away. 

“Okay, then.”

Joel’s tongue darts out to wet his lips briefly. “Shit. Alright. Where the fuck was I?”

Joel busies his hands – his focus – with topping off the contents in the bowl of his bong. He graciously offers it to you. 

“Light it for me?”

Joel smirks and flicks his lighter as he holds the glass contraption steady. 

Once you’ve taken a healthy puff, Joel sets the devices aside and crooks a finger under your chin, coaxing you forward. The burn curls in your throat as you hold the smoke. Joel’s nose traces a delicate line down your cheek before hovering his parted lips over your mouth and tracing his thumb over your painted red lip, smearing the color down your chin. 

“Let it out,” he mutters, his heavy, rosey stare shimmering into yours. 

The smoke cascades from between your lips into Joel’s waiting mouth where he inhales it with practiced ease, holding it for a moment before exhaling the remnants of it over your face with a lazy smile. 

“So fuckin’ sweet spillin’ outta that mouth, little Sugarplum,” he croons, continuing to futz with the color on your lips. 

You wrinkle your nose at him and laugh. “Dude, you’re so fucking high right now, my asshole would probably taste sweet.”

“It does,” Joel drawls, rolling your bottom lip down and watching it snap back up. “I got first-hand ‘xperience. Or…first…mouth…” Joel’s train of thought floats off from there as his eyes transfix on your lips. 

“Another hit, please.”

That refocuses his attention and he nods, a little sluggish. You take the reins this time, lighting the bowl yourself and savoring your pull. 

As you exhale again into the thick air of his trailer, Joel takes another, more modest puff to maintain his already achieved high. 

“Shit, I needed this,” you groan, feeling more and more boneless as you melt into his couch. “That’s good shit.”

“I don’t skimp on what’s important,” Joel mumbles, slumping over until his curly mop plops into your lap. 

You chuckle at him, stroking a hand through his hair and receiving a very pornographic moan in response when your nails scratch against his scalp. 

“Fuckin’ Christ. You’re my fuckin’ angel. Angel in devil’s clothes.”

Cleverness begins to fail you as the cozy tendrils of the weed start to lighten your brain into something a little more relaxed. So you just sink into the couch, playing with his soft locks and humming to his lethargic babble. 

When you’ve waded through the deepest of the haze, Joel sits back up, cradling his cheek in the crook of his arm as it balances on the back of his sofa. “So what are you doin’ here, Sugarplum? You get all dressed up for me? ‘Cause I somehow doubt that.”

You smirk at him in what you hope is playfully, but lands somewhere closer to dopey. “Why do you doubt that?”

He just fixes you with a telling look, and you concede. 

“Okay. No, I um– I had a date tonight.”

Joel nods, a little exaggeratedly in his current state. “Pretty little thing had a date. ‘Course she did.”

“Well, I did,” you say, pulling your legs up onto the couch and folding them to your side, maintaining what seems like a silly level of modesty given your present company. “Until he canceled on me about twenty minutes before he was supposed to pick me up.”

The divots between his brows seem to grow impossibly deep at that. “You gotta be goddamn jokin’ me. No fucker in his right mind would stand up a thing like you.”

You dip your head down, picking at the fraying threads of his couch cushion. “Not so sure about that.”

“I am. I’m damn sure.”

You shrug, “I just didn’t want the dress to go to waste.”

“Sure as hell didn’t.”

You hum in response. Picking. Tugging. Picking. Tugging. Until you feel fingers pinching your chin and guiding your attention up. And his eyes are still watery, still tinged with red, but are so unwavering as they burrow into your own, brimming with wetness for a wholly different reason. 

“Hey,” he utters, soft as anything, soft as his hair, soft as his belly, soft as his eyes. “It sure as hell didn’t,” he repeats, and waits for you to acknowledge it. 

And you do, with a small nod and sniffle. 

“Good girl.”

Your lip quivers at that, and the words tumble out. “Fuck me. Right now.”

Your back hits the seat cushions and his mouth is on yours, tasting sweet and a little bitter as his tongue strokes between your teeth. His noises pitch upward as you tug lightly at his hair, and his knee situates itself between your legs, providing you with delicious friction against your already dripping core. 

Joel’s breath wafts hot over your ear as he rasps, “You take your panties off for him or for me?”

“For you,” you reply breathily, moaning as he nips and licks at your ear, his increased breath reverberating in your head so loud it makes your pussy throb with the influx of intimacy. 

“All for me?” he asks, maneuvering a hand down to where you’re wet and begging for him, “Goin’ commando in this tight ‘n tiny little number, riskin’ givin’ anyone on the street a flash of your drippy little slit?”

Your moan bounces off the walls when he slips two fingers inside of you, pumping and curling them with a rehearsed accuracy that has pleasure fraying your edges as soon as he sets his pace. 

“And you brought it here to me? Brought me this sexy, heart-shaped box of yours all wrapped up in a pretty package?”

“Yes, daddy,” you breathe out, wrapping a heel-clad foot around his waist to spread yourself open for him, “Brought it for you. All for you. Please.”

“You gonna come for me, you naughty little angel? Come on daddy’s fingers.”

You whimper as he strokes at you with those fingers, his other hand descending on your clit to rub circles with his thumb. Your hips buck into his hand on your clit and down onto his fingers pistoning inside you, and you feel yourself coming apart all at once, your voice breaking as you call out for him. 

Joel showers you in praise as he fucks you through your release, resting his forehead on your temple. “Good fuckin’ girl. All that for daddy. Good girl. Squeeze daddy’s fingers, just like that, baby. Fuckin’ shit. So fuckin’ pretty.”

A whine kicks up in your throat as the overstimulation starts to throb in your clit, and you bump at his hand to stem the sensation. Joel’s fingers web through yours as he pins your hand above your head on the arm of the sofa, his two fingers slowing to a methodical crawl within your pussy. 

“Love how you feel around my fuckin’ fingers, sweetheart. Love seein’ how tight you clench around ‘em, knowin’ I’m about to stretch you wide open on my cock and feel you just as tight.”

“Fucking love your cock, daddy,” you keen as your hips undulate in time with his continued ministrations inside you. “Wanna be filled with it right now.”

“You want daddy’s cock now?” he teases, the tips of his two fingers dragging delightfully against the most enticing spot of your inner walls, drawing a tender gasp from your lips. 

“I really, really do,” you whimper, grinding onto his hand harder, “Need you to split me open, daddy.”

“Can I get a ‘please’ all pretty-like for me?”

You whine again and nod. “Please, daddy. Fill me with your cock.”

“You deserve it, don’t you, sexy girl?”

And the way he asks it, the way his eyes bore into yours when he does, you feel like he’s asking you to admit to more than you’d otherwise be willing to offer yourself. 

Tell yourself that you deserve good things. You deserve this pleasure. 

“I—” your breath hitches as his fingers crook inside you again, your nerve faltering at your lips. 

Joel’s lips part as he keeps drawing your pleasure tighter again, and you feel your core building that pressure again. “Tell me. Tell daddy you deserve his cock.”

“I— I deserve it,” you force out through the mounting pleasure in your brain, gasping when his fingers pick up momentum. “Oh, god, that…it feels…”

“Yeah, pretty girl? You’re doin’ so fuckin’ good for daddy, I can feel it too. You deserve this, baby,” he coos, releasing your trapped hand to press firmly above your pulsing cunt. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet for me. Show me how wet you are for daddy, make your little hole gush for me.”

“Daddy, I…oh,” you squeak out as a wave of pleasure washes over you, pulsing out your limbs. And more than that, you feel a steady stream of liquid flow out of you, you hear the wet slap of Joel’s fingers, his palm, as it floods his hand. 

“Oh fuck, that’s it, baby. That’s it, darlin’ girl. Soak my fuckin’ hand. Such a naughty little bitch. Squirtin’ out your filthy little snatch for daddy. That’s fuckin’ right,” he babbles as his palm smacks lewdly up against your cunt with a fresh wave of wetness. 

Your hips jolt with the heightened sensation, and you can’t muster anything more than barely audible moans as Joel fucks you until you have nothing left for him to coax out. 

“Fuckin’ shit, sweetheart. Messy fuckin’ girl,” he grunts as he wipes his dripping hand on his sweats before tucking both behind your knees and spreading your legs to admire your drenched, finger-fucked cunt. “So juicy for daddy, huh? Daddy’s gonna slide his big straw into that sloppy little juice box of yours. And when I’m done you can suck on his big straw like a good little girl. How’s that sound, sweetheart?”

“Can you please just fuck me?” you beg, slipping the straps of your dress off your shoulders to push your dress and strapless bra below your tits. Joel stares hungrily as you play with them for him. 

“Fuck me. Yeah, your little box is ready to get stuffed, ain’t it?” he moans, tilting his head to the side to kiss up your calf and up to your ankle, still encased in your shoe. His teeth bite at the strap and buckle, skimming his lips wetly down the curve of your foot to the arch of it and sucking at the side of it he’s able to reach. 

“Joel,” you whine helplessly, desperately as your pussy screams for that bulge in his pants to bury itself inside your body instead. “What the fuck are you doing.”

“Worshippin’ my slutty little goddess. You blessed me with this little dress, this tasty little puss, so I’m gonna show my appreciation,” he mutters into your foot. 

And it shouldn’t feel good, but you’ve never had anyone put their lips on your feet before, and you’re so fucking horny for this man, you let yourself feel it. Your other heel drapes over his shoulder as his mouth drags over the slope of your foot and back up your ankle. 

“Such a pretty outfit, so I’ve decided not to tear it apart. Nasty little whore, you made it easy to access whatever I want anyway,” he chuckles a bit, gliding his teeth up until he can bite at the skin under your knee. 

You groan and press your head into the couch cushion, “Not the first person to accuse me of being a hooker tonight.”

Joel pauses for a second with a suspicious look. “Who was the first? Better not’ve been that shitty fucker who stood you up, or I’ll deck his lights out,” he says with a gentle aggression that has a rolling heat burgeoning in your stomach for a reason you can’t quite place.

“No, it was that old guy at your work tonight.”

Joel cocks his head. “Walter? Walter said you were a hooker?”

“I said I was looking for you and he just…assumed, I think. You hire hookers on the clock? ‘Cause he seems to think so.”

“Only a handful of times,” he mutters, his eyes going shifty, uneasy, almost…embarrassed. “I don’t wanna talk about that. Not with your slutty little hole winkin’ at me like that.”

“Fair enough,” you dismiss, tapping your heel against Joel’s back to spark his attention. “Stop making me fucking wait for what I came for.”

“Already came twice,” Joel says under his breath, but he uses the hand not gripping the back of your knee to work his cock out of its confines, springing out angry and red and as intimidating as ever. He leaves it bobbing free as he takes up his hands behind both of your knees to spread you wider. “Guide it where you want it, pretty girl. He’s all yours.”

You bite your lip at those words. He’s all yours. Your hand wraps around his girth before you let your mind race too far. You stroke him softly and revel in the way his chin droops down to his chest and a groan rumbles in his throat at the first real stimulation of his cock. 

“Let me feel that red velvet pussy, baby.”

You finally notch the fat head of him at your entrance and wiggle your hips down the couch, gasping as it parts your opening with a dull sting. When you capture Joel’s gaze, you beg softly, “Fuck it, daddy. She’s all yours.”

His face caves into an expression so aroused it almost looks painful. And then he’s groaning to fill the hush of the room and spearing into your cunt with every inch of him at once. 

You’ll never get used to the sounds that he pushes out of you when he fucks you full, when he enters you for the first time and smacks you in the face with how gigantic he is in comparison to the tight ring of your pussy. Like a wounded animal, like prey falling to a predator, like you’re irreversibly changed once he’s claimed you for his own. 

His rhythm sets off harsh and frantic and consuming, keeping your legs spread to feast his eyes upon your ravaged flesh. 

“Fuck, so goddamn perfect. Feel so perfect around my cock. Milkin’ daddy just right with this tight little hole, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yeah,” you whimper, tweaking your hardened nipples between your fingers and massaging at your tits as his hips smack against yours, the drenched state of your pussy enhancing the sound. 

Joel secures your legs over his shoulders and leans in over you, bracketing your head with his hands and snapping his hips into you as you cry out with the change in angle, pulling him deeper inside you. 

“Yeah, daddy’s so fuckin’ deep, huh? You love this fuckin’ cock? You love daddy fuckin’ this dirty snatch so fuckin’ deep?��

“Yes,” you keen, flinging your hands back to dig your nails into the arm of his couch and using it as leverage to fuck yourself down onto his length as he shoves it in, falling into a blissful harmony. 

“Fuck daddy’s cock, slutty girl. God, I fuckin’ love that. Suckin’ it right up your cunt like a pro. Pussy’s so tight I got it molded to my cock now, don’t I? Ain’t gonna fit right with no other cock, is it?”

“No, daddy,” you whine, plunging yourself down onto him again and again just to feel the tip of it dragging along your cervix in that way you have come to fucking crave. Joel’s cock fucks you open and curves up into that perfect spot inside of you in the most flawless rhythm, and it has you spiraling into another orgasm with no discernible warning. You pussy clenches and spills around his cock, soaking the both of you with what Joel had already primed you for with his fingers. 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, baby,” Joel moans as he lets his cock slip out of you to watch you gush onto his thoroughly soiled couch. He fucks back into you in a single push and withdraws again, just to see more of it rush out. Joel fists his cock and slaps it down onto your spread folds in a series of heavy smacks, then rubs the head of it against your clit as the rivulets cascading from you subside. “Gushin’ like a fuckin’ jacuzzi. Where you been hidin’ this little party trick?”

“I don’t fucking know,” you pant out, trying to get a grip on your shaking thighs as Joel’s cock slides through your folds. “Fuck. I didn’t know…”

“Well if anyone was gonna teach you, it would be your big dick daddy, now wouldn’t it?” Joel brags, smacking the full length of him against your lips and lower belly. 

You twitch with residual aftershocks as the weight of him jostles you, and Joel chuckles. 

“You’re shaking like a leaf darlin’,” he says, tapping one of your quivering thighs. “Flip over for me. Daddy’s gonna dick you down real good.”

“Gonna?” you squeak out, staring at him incredulously, “What have you been doing so far?”

Joel presses his lips together to stifle a laugh and smacks at your thigh again. “Ego’s already big enough, darlin’. Don’t go pumpin’ it up for me now.”

“Can say that again,” you mutter with a small smile, but flip over until you’re flat on your stomach and resting your head in your arms. “Big dick, bigger ego.”

Joel grunts behind you as he settles on top of you, slipping his arm under and around your shoulder and nuzzling into your neck. He grinds his cock into the cleft of your ass before pulling back and aligning it at your entrance again with his hand. He hums in your ear and says with laughter in his voice, “Imagine if it was my ego I was shovin’ into this tiny cunt. You’d be fucked.”

Your reply is replaced with a gasping moan as he presses back into you at a different angle, this one rubbing intensely along the front wall of your pussy. The groan you release is embarrassing, abhorrent to your own ears, but Joel’s answering moan has all concern fluttering from your conscience. 

“How’re you still so fuckin’ tight after I’ve fucked you open so many times, huh, Sugarplum?” he asks, voice clearly forced out through his teeth, like he’s fighting for his life not to spill his load inside of you in the next few seconds. But he bottoms out and fucks you slow, staying balls deep and making a home for himself there in the deepest part of you. “Jesus, need to dust off the ol’ cock ring. Wanna fuck you for hours, baby. Fuck you raw and stupid on this dick. Fuck you ‘til you fall asleep on it, you’re so goddamn tired. Fuck you ‘til you forget what it feels like to not be stuffed full of me.”

“Daddy,” you whimper into your arms, already overwhelmed by the sheer heft of this man making room for himself inside your body, not even giving your pussy an ounce of space to relax that isn’t around him, isn’t on his terms. “Feels so fucking good inside. So fucking big.”

“I know it, sweetheart. So good at takin’ this cock. That first time I thought you was gonna pass out on it. And look at you now – shakin’ and beggin’ for it like a bitch. You daddy’s bitch, nasty girl?”

“Yes,” you whine as Joel starts to slam his hips harder, faster into you, “Yes, I’m your bitch, daddy!” And you’re suddenly screaming it for him as his fingers dig into the back of your shoulder, holding you steady as he uses you. 

“Fuck yeah,” he growls out, hoisting himself off you and hauling your hips into the air along with him. He fucks down deep into you as you moan into the couch, allowing him to take what he’s rightfully earned from you, simply by appreciating you, knowing how to make you scream, knowing how to make you come. 

And you’re fairly dizzy with the experience, but you aren’t far gone enough to not feel the slippery thumb massaging circles against the tight ring of muscle he’s only ever explored before with his tongue. 

A mewl escapes your lips as the tip of the digit teases your resolve. 

“You gonna be my little slut, baby? Let daddy put his thumb in your ass. It’s real good for ya. It’ll be real good,” he speaks in breathy pants as his cock maintains its devastating tempo. 

You let out a pitiful whimper, and you’re only partially surprised that the only answer in your head is yes, yes, yes. 

It’s apparently also on your lips, because without even registering that you’ve said it aloud, Joel is rumbling out a deep and resonant, “That’s my darlin’ girl.” You swear you feel your eyes roll back in your head as the possessive praise inextricably clings itself to the sensation of his thick, meaty thumb gliding into your asshole up to the knuckle. 

It shouldn’t feel this good. It shouldn’t feel this good having his cock filling you to the brim and then even more of him filling your ass. You’ve never liked anal, you’ve never even been interested in it, but this fucking tornado of a man has everything spinning in your head, disorienting your thoughts, screaming at you that what you thought was wrong is so, so right. 

“Lemme get a picture of this, sweetheart – of you all plugged up with me.”

“Okay,” you gasp, constricting your grip around his thumb as if needing to hammer into your head that there’s a finger in your ass. A thick finger. He can probably feel his own cock through the separating skin. 

Joel groans as you flex around his finger. “Spread yourself for the camera, baby.”

Your hands move to your cheeks and you can’t bring yourself to feel shame for this. Not for shit like this, with him. Not anymore. He makes you feel dirty and sexy and beautiful and worth his time. Why the hell wouldn’t you want to document this?

“Fuckin’ hell. Just like that.” You hear a series of shutters, and then his thumb slides out of you and he uses it to pull at the small established gape he’s made of your asshole. A few more shutters and Joel is muttering perfect, fuckin’ perfect, as he tosses his phone aside.

The words flow through you like hot honey tea, even if you weren’t meant to hear them. How does a man like him make you feel so treasured when you’re with him? You don’t belong to him, but he treats you like you do, in the most respectful of ways. He drags you down with him into the depths of his depravity, and yet once you’re there, you’re pleasured like… like a goddess. Like his goddess. 

Joel’s hips ramp up again, timing his thrusts with that of his thumb as he fucks you in both holes at once. “God, so fuckin’ beautiful like this. Wanna stretch this hole open until you can take this whole cock up your ass, baby. Spill my load in there, watch it drip down your cunt.”

And you had said unequivocally no. You had said, not tabling. Off the table. But, god, deep down you know he’d make it feel so good. Somehow, he’d make it worth it. And it’s fucking killing you. You can’t admit that to him, you can’t let him know that you’re convinced he could make anything feel good. That’s too close to something. And this isn’t something. This is I make you feel good, you make me feel good, and we go our separate ways. 

So you just moan for him in response. A verbal confirmation is too much. Giving him too much power over you. And Joel seems too lost in the clutch of your body to parse the difference. 

“Velvet fuckin’ pussy, darlin’,” he chants to the rhythm of his hips colliding with yours, and you’ve come to recognize the telltale signs of his impending orgasm. His sounds start to fluctuate in pitch, his hips more stuttered in their movement, his fingernails indent your skin as he frantically clings to the final moments of euphoric crescendo before the cymbal crash. 

And crash it does, announced with an unabashed groan of sheer pleasure as he spills himself inside of you again, so many times now you’ve lost count, lost sense of the level of responsibility in your actions. Too feral, too dependent on the soothing, post-fuck tranquility of his come dripping from the deepest part of you. A balm to your stretched, aching wound that he caused, because you asked him to — keep asking him to — again and again. A reminder of where he’s been, what he’s done to you, what he’s done with you in all these private moments. 

He slips himself free, and you feel the trickle of him, evidence of how much he’s pumped into you. Leaving you open and gaping, yet so fucking full of him, even after he’s gone. Pulled out and dripped free of your heat and hold. 

Lazy kisses paint up your back where your dress has ridden up your spine, and then back down to bite more reminders of him into the flesh of your ass, until he guides your hips flush to the couch and blankets you with his weight. 

Minutes of quiet breath-catching tick by, feeling the scratch of his hair where your bare skin meets along your bodies, until Joel breaks the silence to say, “Stupid bastard was out of his fuckin’ mind.”

And you’re not positive why, but you feel tears stinging your eyes again. You steel yourself, refuse to let them fall, force them to dry out before they betray you. 

You clear your throat of any traitorous frogs before you speak again. “Sorry about your couch.”

“Nothin’ to be sorry ‘bout,” he reassures, grunting quietly as he shifts himself off you and slips behind instead, pulling you into him, “Plus, Doreen’s got one of them special little steam cleaners she lets me borrow from time to time. Get it cleaned up real nice.”

“Doreen?”

“Little old lady ‘cross the way,” he says into your hair. 

You do your best to turn slightly and look at him. “You’re friends with the little old lady across the way?”

“You doubt my charm?”

Your eyes search his face — the wide, dopey smile, the drooping eyelids, the dwindling glassy rose in his eyes from the weed — and you smile back. 

“Maybe. Feel like you would be a kind old lady’s worst nightmare.”

“Nah, I’m a good boy. Just ask my mama,” he quips. 

“Sure,” you joke, positioning yourself back into a proper little spoon. 

You feel a kiss on the back of your head. “Gonna step out for some fresh air and a smoke. Keep me company?”

You grumble as Joel props himself upright on the couch and pulls his sweats back up. “‘S’cold outside,” you groan, watching him as he stands and slips on a shirt from where it was strewn onto the back of a chair. 

Joel studies you where you lie, your dress a flimsy accordion with the top and bottom convening at your torso, leaving Joel’s favorite bits on display. And as much as you assume it probably pains him to have your body hidden from his view, he says, “You can wear my coat.”

Your eyes light up. “Yeah?”

Joel masks a grin and grabs the coat off the peg by the door, throwing it to you. You know this coat. You’ve worn it before. And although you don’t want to give yourself away by inhaling its scent too gratuitously, you don’t capture any hints of your perfume on the fabric in your covert sniffs. It’s been too long. 

You push yourself onto only moderately shaky legs and work yourself back into your dress properly before slipping your arms through the coat and zipping it around you. You feel a bit like a giant marshmallow in the padded utility jacket, but when you look back up at Joel, there’s a shimmer of something in his eyes, on his face. And something like a twitch in his mouth, like he wants to say something, but thinks better of it. 

You’re not sure you’ve ever seen Joel hold his tongue over anything, so it’s likely just a trick of the light, the lingering effects of your high. 

Joel’s eyes only tear from you to swipe up his smokes and lighter from the coffee table and step into a pair of slides before he’s leading you out the door. 

The cold is bitter, but Joel’s coat is warm enough. Your legs prick with the chill breeze as Joel sticks two cigarettes into his mouth and lights them both, handing one off to you. You rest on the railing with him side by side, taking reasonably synchronous puffs as you stare up at the moon, the stars. 

A couple screams at each other a few lots down, their voices only muted by the distance and the persistent, humming buzz of Joel’s porch light. 

“Right on cue,” Joel mumbles around his cig as he scratches his beard. “Kev can’t keep it in his fuckin’ pants for the life of ‘im.”

“Mmm. Sounds like someone I know.”

Joel’s sidelong glance is sprinkled with a sort of childlike mischievousness as the corners of his mouth lilt. “Maybe so. But I wouldn’t step out on my girl, though.”

His lingering gaze has the back of your neck growing hot. You hum in agreement as you take another drag, tapping the ash with fingers half-obscured by the length of Joel’s sleeves and watching as it falls to the gravel below. 

Joel flicks the ash of his own smoke against the railing to plop down next to yours, and exhales a cloud as he stares off in the direction of the feuding couple’s trailer. “When I got a girl, that’s all I need. And it’s been a rare blue moon that my girl ever went and got it somewhere else.”

He takes in a steady, clean breath and shrugs with his head before continuing. “And whenever they did, they came crawlin’ right back. Always come to find that their daddy lays the best pipe. Ain’t never seen one of my girls spread ‘em open for no one else after they stepped out the first time. Not ‘til after it was over.” 

Your focus catches on his lips as they wrap around his cigarette again, the barest concave of his cheeks as he sucks, the pout of him as he expels into the night air. And you ache to say something. You feel heavy with it. 

The opening chords of a melodic ballad fall upon your ears, and you both swivel your heads in the opposite direction of the screaming pair. Instead, you’re graced with a couple coming together in an embrace, slowly rocking to the music floating from their porch. 

A soft laugh escapes you as you watch them wistfully. “Now that is how a Valentine’s Day is supposed to end.”

Joel glances at you. He takes one last drag from his smoke and tamps it out on the wood before dropping it into a chipped mug on the railing, housing a dozen cigarette butts. He holds a hand out to you and tilts his head toward the pavement. 

You stare at his outstretched hand, and your mind trips over itself to unravel the intent behind it. “What are—”

“Dance with me.”

Your eyes snap up to his, and you’re met with an easy smile on a disheveled, glassy-eyed, gorgeous man. Braving the cold in sweats, a wrinkly and hole-riddled Henley, and slides on tube-socked feet. Asking you to dance while clad in his coat and your stilettos. 

You chew on your lip as you watch his fingers wiggle impatiently as your cigarette butt kisses Joel’s in the mug when you discard it. And then as your hand slides into his. 

“Atta girl,” he praises you softly, tugging you down the steps with him and onto the pavement. 

Joel isn’t fancy with it. He just pulls you close into him, wrapping his arms around your waist as you drape your head on his shoulder.  He sways the two of you from side to side following the beat of the music. Your heels scrape the asphalt, your nails scratch the back of his neck, and his hands dip below the hem of his coat to tease at the round of your ass over your dress. 

“Sure I ain’t said it enough, but you’re a goddamn knockout tonight,” he rumbles quietly into your ear, his fingers groping at the bottom curve of your cheeks to emphasize his point. 

And after your date flaked on you, after you got dolled up for him, got your hopes up for a nice night, and had your plans disintegrate between your fingers, just for Joel to swoop in and illuminate your sky with stars, those words spear right through your heart. 

And you know you should say something traditionally sweet back. Something like thank you or you too. But as those softer words rattle around your brain, you feel wetness trickling down your inner thigh, and you opt to whisper something more personalized. Something you know Joel would find sweetest of all to fall from your lips. “I can feel you dripping out of me.”

A groan vibrates up his chest and one hand slips between your bodies until you feel the cool press of his fingers at your cunt. 

“Fuck me, darlin’,” he breathes, bringing up two thick fingers for you to see, glistening opalescent in the moonlight. 

He doesn’t ask, you just drop your jaw and stick your tongue out for him, sucking your shared juices off his skin as your eyes lock. He pulls them free and replaces them with his mouth, tasting the two of you off your tongue. Joel’s hand nestles under your dress once more to cup your pussy. Not to slide inside, not to get you off. Just to hold you as close as he knows how. To catch where the two of you fall. 

He nuzzles your nose with his and tucks your face into his neck with his other hand as he sways with you. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Sugarplum.” 

You sigh into his neck and lay your hand over his beneath your dress. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, daddy.”

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I WANNA BE YOURS | LIONESSES X READER | PT 12

pairings: lionesses x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: twelve

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THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

the REAL karate kid HOLD ON I FELL ASLEEP AND THIS IS WHAT I WAKE UP TO Y/N BAE WHAT IS THIS 😭

elton OMG LESSI MY MEMES SKILLZ ARE FINALLY RUBBING OFF ON YA

stairway still cannot believe this tho y/n 😔

neev neither 😔

willybum the betrayal 😔

the REAL karate kid y/n just so you know, we are not okay 😔

lotte 😔

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ so um ....

neev Y/NNN YOU'RE ALIVE HOW WAS THE DATE

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ he never showed up got stood up 😔

elton oh

stairway that is so sad

willybum that truly is terrible to hear

the REAL karate kid very sad

neev that really sucks

meado you idiots! atleast be nice and pretend to actually feel bad! ignore them y/n i'm really sorry to hear that he didn't deserve you at all

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ thank you beffy 🥺 it's fine gonna thrive in my single life forever i guess 😔✊

stairway well y/n i'm free tonight 👀

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ so am i 👀

willybum absolutely not we have our semis tomorrow you're not going anywhere

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ that is very unfortunate georgia 😔 maybe one day

stairway 😔

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ you know now that i'm getting better at my woso knowledge do a few of your teammates just not like messaging? bcuz there's a few not on this chat

neev hold on a sec you're right! chloe, esme, kirby, turner and zelem aren't even in the chat

staiway you forgot to add them ??

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ and you guys just realised 😭😭

elton shhhhh i'll add them now

elton added ona batlle

elton oh nuggets

the REAL karate kid HELP

elton i am walking and eating a donut and i accidentally clicked on the wrong person

willybum added katie

willybum do not trust ella to add people to this chat anymore

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ omg hey ona!

kie oh my days

ona batlle hello! :) i am not on the england team?

earpsy you qualify to be here anyway don't ya worry

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ ona, may i just say you are very peng

stairway Y/N.

neev peng 😭😭

ona batlle i am not sure what that means but i can only assume that it is good so thank you!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ do you think i'm peng?

ona batlle yes sure! of course!

stairway 😐😐

katie ur ugly

elton hey katie! nice to see you too

katie i was talking to you

elton that is not nice

katie neither is being friends with you

elton i am not sure where this attitude has come from

willybum i love this new zelem

katie i hope you fall in the shower

willybum i take that back

katie HAHAHA HELP

neev WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING

katie HAH WILLYBUM THESE NAMES 😭😭 and i'm not katie zelem

meado i cannot believe how you guys keep doing this you added katie mccabe not zelem

elton OMG IT WASN'T ME IT WAS LEAH I DIDNT DO IT THIS TIME

rusty metal you literally added ona earlier ...

willybum changed the name katie to mccard

mccard was that name really necessary? really?

willybum yes.

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ OMG THE KATIE MCCABE ILY

mccard hello y/n ❤️

willybum absolutely not stay away from our y/n mccabe

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ OMG CAN WE ADD STEPH CATLEY TOO I LOVE HER

the REAL karate kid HUH

stairway hey hey hey you're supposed to be the lionesses' biggest fan what is this betrayal

neev yeah 😔😔

mccard added steph

meado STEPHYY hey girl!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ OMG OMG NO ONE MOVE

steph katie did you add me here to get attacked bcuz i'm aussie? and heyy beffy!

mccard not this time :)

steph national diving time?! help 😭😭

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ omg hi!! ily you're amazing

steph aww thank you y/n!!

stairway look toone what have you done everyone's stealing y/n away from us now

elton how is any of this my fault?!!

the REAL karate kid it is

neev it is

lotte it is

willybum it is

earpsy it is

brightness it is

daily it is

stairway it is

rusty metal it is

meado it is

mccard it is

elton

i hate you all so much

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part thirteen here

[landograndprix]

Save your tears ❁ l.n 

summary: Daniel's girlfriend isn't exactly Daniel's girlfriend.

requested: yes! 

a/n: first ever social au so bear with me & let me know what you think! Requests are open ♡

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The best friend-DR3

Daniel Ricciardo x Stroll!reader

Faceclaim: Zoey Duetch

Reader is Chloe’s twin (28 years old)

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YnStroll: came knocking at my door at 12:30 in the morning to make me food.

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DanielRicciardo: 😁 your welcome

Reply: 😊😊

LancesStroll: ummmm… is that who I think it is??

LanceStroll: hello????

LanceStroll: Yn!! Answer you phone???

Ynbffusername: girllllll

Username: is that Daniel?!?

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DanielRicciardo: late night pasta and movies with a view.

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Username: excuse me Daniel Joseph Ricciardo who’s

ScottyJames: 👀👀 which one’s the view??

DanielRicciardo: 😁

LandoNorris: umm…

MaxVerstappen1: does her brother know:

Username: Max, are you telling me that that is who I think it is?!?

Username: are you thinking it’s a certain Aston Martin drivers sister becuase if so, same!

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DanielRicciardo: second best view

Replies:

YnStroll: what’s the first??

DanielRicciardo: you without the shirt 😁

ScottyJames: mate…

MaxVerstappen1: did she like the place Kelly recommended?

DanielRicciardo: yeah man, she loved it. Tell Kelly thanks.

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YnStroll: mornin’

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DanielRicciardo: mornin’ 😁

LanceStroll: I guess if he makes you happy.

Ynbffusername: get it babes!!!

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YnStroll: Cowboy, I love you to the moon and stars! You’ve changed by life in the short time we’ve been together. You’ve taught me things about myself that I didn’t know before. I’ve never laughed as much in my life as I have in the last couple months. I’ve never loved someone as much as I love you and never been loved as much as you love me.

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DanielRicciardo: I love you too baby! ❤️

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Ynbffusername: YAY!! My two favorite people!!

LanceStroll: I’ve never seen you this happy with someone.

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ChloeJames: 🥰🥰🥰

ninadobrev: cuties!!!

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DanielRicciardo: Baby, I’ve never been so in love with someone as I am with you! You’re the light in my life. You are my muse! I never belived that love could change your life but you’ve proven me wrong. You’ve changed my life in ways I’ve never thought could be possible. I love you darling!

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YnStroll: I love you too, now stop making me cry!

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LanceStroll: welcome to the family man.

[zoe-oneesama]

Okay I know this isn't going to happen, but what's stopping Tikki from outing Chloe as the miraculous thief to Plagg and Pollen? Yeah she can't say her holder's name, but why not "the mayor's daughter" to get around that, since Chloe wasn't supposed to have the Ladybug miraculous? Love your work~ ❤️

Hi, thank you! Plagg and Pollen both know that Scarlet Lady is Chloe.

Plagg since "Rogercop":

And Pollen since "Riposte":

Kwamis don't operate on normal logic. There's literally spells in place to prevent directly giving away someone's identity.

Tikki is duty bound and has it deeply instilled that ratting out your holder is a big no-no (though she's mentally at the point where if there were an alternate in the wings, she would nudge things in that direction.)

Plagg is an agent of chaos and willing to let things land where they may. If it ever went to far, he'd put a bit of effort into hinting at Scarlet Lady's identity, but that's "too far" by the Kwami of Destruction's standards.

Pollen has been given strict instruction from Tikki that telling on Scarlet Lady is a no-no and Against the Rules. And Pollen is a follower, loyal to a fault. Maybe if Marinette asked her directly, Pollen would make concessions for her...but Marinette doesn't know Pollen knows, so she doesn't know to even ask.

[fairycosmos]

If you were a worm i would be a worm too and we could crawl into an apple together btw

ur literally the only person on this earth who cares about me in a way i understand

[angelbaby-fics]

chloe! it’s bear! 🥹❤️

i have to go on anon since i can’t ask from my side blog! 🥺

i love your stucky stories and i was wondering if i can request stucky taking their little to the zoo and their little wanting to run off and look at all the animals!

thank you and i hope it’s not too much 🥺 -🐻

Zoo Adventure

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Hihi bear!!!! I'm so happy to see you!!! I combined this request with another in my inbox as well as an idea I've had for literally 2 years now about baby surprising daddies with pictures from a photobooth 😅 well better late than never hehe 💕 And I think this came out pretty adorable if I do say so myself so I hope you guys enjoy!! 💕

Your heart was practically pounding out of your chest as the car pulled into the zoo parking lot. You weren’t even sure if you could stand to wait the few moments it would take for Bucky to get out of his seat and unbuckle you from yours. You knew you had to be in one of your daddies’ arms as long as you were in the parking lot, but it took all of your energy not to bolt straight for the entrance gates. Steve and Bucky shared a proud grin as they each held one of your hands. 

You could hardly decide who you’d visit first. The entrance branched off into three different pathways, lions on the left, rhinos to the right, and monkeys down the middle.You stood in the center of the pathways, looking around with wide eyes until you were suddenly hoisted up into Steve’s arms. 

“Where do you wanna start, pumpkin?” He asked. 

“I dunno!” You answered. “I wanna see everything!”

“Well how about we start with the lions over here, and we make our way around?” Bucky suggested.

“You promise we’re gonna see them all?” You questioned. 

“Of course, angel,” Steve replied. 

“Don’t wanna leave anybody out.” You said softly. You were always looking out for others, whether it was your friends, your toys, or the animals at the zoo. Your daddies adored how considerate you were. 

To help you feel better, the three of you waved and blew kisses at the other animals you could see down the other paths, letting them know you’d be back to see them too as you made your way towards the lion cage. 

A big old lion with a giant mane and a grumpy face lumbered out into the grass of the habitat. He reminded you of Bucky in the mornings when he was growing out his hair. Past the lions was a hutch full of tortoises, and they reminded you of Bucky too. 

Steve and Bucky took turns carrying you in their arms, neither one of them ever getting tired of course. Sure, you could make your way on your own, but they loved to spoil you in every way. Plus, you could get the best views of all the animals this way, never having to stand on your tiptoes just to see over the fence. The only time you were ever on the ground was in the reptile house, where you had to crouch down to see some of the snakes and lizards in their little habitats. Steve prefered to stand outside for that exhibit.

You laughed as penguins raced each other across the pool, squealing every time one leapt out of the water. The elephants trumpeted just like in the movies, and the monkeys jumped around their cages, swinging from rope and vine like your best friend Peter. 

As the sun grew higher in the sky, there was no better time for a lunchtime picnic. The zoo had a plaza with a seating area, a little cafe, and a big shiny merry-go-round. Bucky chuckled to himself when he caught you staring longingly at the carousel. Steve was unpacking your lunches from the bag he’d brought, sandwiches for each of you and little baggies of vegetables and fruits. Finally he pulled out two big water bottles, and - uh oh -

“Oh, baby, I think we left your sippy cup at home!” He said, looking up at you apologetically. 

How were you supposed to eat your lunch without your milk or a juicebox? But Bucky came to the rescue with a perfect idea. 

“Why don’t you two take a turn on the carousel, I’ll go see what the cafe has for the little one. How about that?”

“Yes yes yes!” You answered, already dragging Steve towards the merry-go-round attendant before he could even reply. 

You circled the base of the carousel to find the perfect animal to ride on, ultimately deciding on a majestic zebra. Steve stood at your side, keeping his arm protectively around your waist throughout the ride to make sure you never lost your balance as your noble steed carried you up and down, around and around. When the adventure came to a stop, he picked you up off the zebra and carried you back to the table where Bucky was waiting with a carton of chocolate milk. 

You happily ate your lunch, telling your daddies between bites what your favorite animals were so far and which ones you were most excited to see next. After a while, however, Steve and Bucky started to talk about boring grown up stuff, and your mind began to wander as you finished up your lunch. 

That's when it caught your eye, something that tempted you even more than the carousel, or the animals, or even the gift shop. You grabbed your coin purse and headed off on your mission, Steve and Bucky too engrossed in their conversation to notice. 

At least for about 15 seconds, but by then it was too late. You were out of their sight, and the panic welled up in each of them like an erupting volcano. Wordlessly, they sprang into action, splitting up to look for you in the most efficient way. Steve circled the carousel, his heart dropping as he scanned each animal and found every one vacant. Bucky went back to the cafe, maybe you’d finished your chocolate milk and tried to go back for seconds, but no luck there either. You couldn’t have gone that far, and you definitely would never leave the zoo on your own, but being who they were, there was always the fear in the back of your daddies’ minds that someone would target you to get to them. 

They didn’t even want to give that notion a second thought. After clearing the cafe and the carousel, Steve and Bucky met back up at your table to make sure you hadn’t come back, before widening their search. They were about to find a zoo employee to help them when suddenly, a mechanical whirring caught their attention. Both their heads snapped over to the source of the noise, and they were just in time to see a strip of photos fall out of one of the photobooths in the zoo plaza - a strip of photos of you.

The breath they’d each been holding let out as you pulled back the curtain and stumbled back out into the daylight. You were surprised to see your daddies there waiting for you, expecting them to still be at your table

“Oh hi daddies!” You said cheerfully, reaching over to retrieve your pictures. “Looky! I got a present for you!”

You tore the photo strip in half, handing one section to Steve and the other to Bucky, but they just stood in stunned silence. 

“Baby…” Bucky whispered, crouching down to embrace you with all his strength. 

“You like your present, Baba?” You asked, your voice muffled in Bucky’s shirt. 

“We love them, angel,” Steve answered, “But please, don’t ever run off without telling us where you’re going, okay? You made Daddy and Baba very scared.”

“Oh… I’m sorry.” You said, disappointed in yourself. You hadn’t even realized you were misbehaving, too wrapped up in surprising your daddies with your special gift to realize you hadn’t thought through your plan all that well. 

Bucky let you go with a kiss on your cheek, and you kissed him back, and Steve as well. 

“Thank you for apologizing, baby,” Bucky said, “And thank you for the present. We love it, angel.”

Bucky put the photos of you smiling at the camera in the front pocket of his wallet where he could always look at your angelic face whenever he needed to. Steve put the photos in his shirt pocket, vowing to put it in his compass as soon as he got home. 

[masarrysversion]

daylight

summary: love story of sir lewis hamilton x singer-songwriter!reader

inspiration: madame taylor swift’s discography. her new songs “you’re losing me” // her old songs

author’s note: this is my very first social media au ♡ must admit that I’m not satisfied with it and the end was rushed :/ taylor swift released a new song “you’re losing me” and I’ve seen many parallels with her old songs so I wanted to make an AU but with a different timeline than TS’s real timeline

face claim: chloe bailey 

SEPTEMBER

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yourusername Surprise!!

Out NOW the new version of my album called Midnights (The Til Dawn Edition) 💙

This edition has a never before heard track called “You’re Losing Me” and it is the official third single from Midnights!!! (Link in bio)

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ynfan IM BAWLING THE SONG IS HEARTBREAKING

loveyn if you have ever been in a relationship that slowly died in front of you while you tried everything to save it but they acted like nothing was wrong, don’t listen to “you’re losing me” you’ll be agonising

midnightslover “I wouldn’t marry me either” anyone would be lucky to marry you, Y/N 😢

user1 you deserve someone who considers you and praises you for existing

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yourusername THANK YOU SO MUCH, @brits 💖 I can’t believe ‘You’re Losing Me’ won International Song. This song means SO much to me!! The brit is already safe and warm on a shelf at home. What a magical night and what an honour to have been presented this award by two people I highly respect and admire, @elliegoulding & @lewishamilton 🙏

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lewishamilton 💜😍

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lewis44ham well... it sure is a normal way to answer an artist you’ve just met... 👀

LHmercfan @lewis44ham Lewis has always been nice like that with everyone lol. It doesn’t mean anything!

ynlover u deserve it so much!!

user47 you transforming your heartbreak into art and getting recognition for it just makes me happy

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NOVEMBER

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enews DATING RUMORS ALERT 🚨 Sir Lewis Hamilton and Y/N were spotted entering a building in Manhattan's Greenwich Village.

It seems like Y/N has made Cornelia Street her temporary abode for a few weeks now as her Tribeca property is undergoing a renovation. 

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lavendrshaze NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY

lewissnation They’re not just rumors imo. They have been interacting so much on social media lately!

formulamilton true lmao. and no wonder lewis has posted so many thrist traps since september 🤔

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MARCH

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JULY

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yourusername Hi loves, my brand new album ‘wholeheartedly’ will be out this friday. Hope you’ll like it as much as I loved creating it ♡

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lewishamilton Y/N Hamilton, I would marry you endlessly.

You’re way better than a dream. 🤤

I always knew I was a lucky man but when I met you, I understood that I was the luckiest man ever. Fighting and hardwork have always be in my DNA and yet, fighting for your love and happiness everyday is like no other fights I experienced. It still is my best fight to this day. I will never stop working hard to be worthy of your love and consideration. I thought I had everything until you swept me off my feet at the Brits and finally made me complete that night. 

I love you. Thank you for making me and Roscoe your family, @username 😍❤️

Ps: I never thought I would have love songs written about me. In complete awe of your talent 😳

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yourusername You and Roscoe are the loves of my life. I’m the one who is thankful for you, for having found the perfect human being. I have so much love, respect and admiration for you that it is unimaginable. I love you with all of my heart 💜

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[folkloresthings]

i have just read through all your stuff while on a road trip and i will be reading it again to make sure i appreciate it properly!

can we get a lance stroll x barbie actress! reader where they’ve been in a relationship since like…16 but the world only found out when lance went to the barbie premier 🙏🙏 ly tyvm

writers note: i’m 🥲 this is such a sweet little message! thank you sweetheart!! i’m always down for writing baby boy lance stroll so ofc &lt;3

LIFE IN PLASTIC / LS18.

in which he’s succeeding massively in the racing world, and she’s one of the biggest actresses of this year. but no one knows, they’re desperately in love with each other.

( lance stroll x actress!au )

✩⡱ warnings: none

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yourusername this barbie is a mermaid!!! 💖🌊🧜‍♀️ barbie is out july 21, this movie is so close to my heart. i hope you enjoy.

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nicolacouglan my favourite mermaid 💓

⤷ yourusername my favourite diplomat 💕

user SHE’S A BARBIE GIRL

ncutigatwa she IS the moment

NOTIFICATION! lance_stroll shared this to their story!

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lance_stroll hello miami!! great qualifying race today, bring it on tomorrow! 💓🌸💕

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estebanocon can’t wait for tomorrow!! let’s race!

astonmartinf1 race engineers request you “stop singing barbie girl every time you overtake” thanks 👍

⤷ lance_stroll no can do, sorry

yourusername we should get you on the soundtrack 💘💘💘

⤷ lance_stroll omw to the studio now

⤷ user ariana what are you doing here

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lance_stroll my sister got married! lots of love to chloe and scotty, such a fun day & night ❤️

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chloestroll ❤️❤️❤️

user am i going mad or is that the dress from y/n’s story?

⤷ user i saw she was there too!! i didn’t know they knew each other

⤷ user they’re both from montreal!

yourusername the best night 🥺

user i am looking: suspiciously

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yourusername world premiere baby!!! this barbie loved the pink carpet (this ken got tired very quickly) 💗💖🌸💕🌷💞💓💘

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user LANCE????

⤷ user the crossover we didn’t know we needed

jvn STUNNING 🤩

lance_stroll 🧎🧎🧎

⤷ charles_leclerc simp

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lance_stroll my barbie girl 😍 i’ve been head over heels in love with you since high school and watching you on the big screen, doing what you’re made for, only makes me love you even more. i’m so proud of you, darling ❤️

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user talk about HARD LAUNCH

yourusername and he’s just ken 🫶

⤷ fernandoalo_official i like her more than you lancestroll

yourusername jk i love you more than this earth. thank you for being my rock and shoulder to cry on. i truly don’t deserve you 🫶

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user they’ve been dating since high school and we’re only finding out now😭😭😭

landonorris how did you manage that, man

⤷ lance_stroll i’ve been asking myself the same question for 8 years

[nouvellevqgue]

Hey, I loved the lance fic you did for me, and was wondering if you do another one but like a soc media au (pref fluff). If you have time

Have a good day/night

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INTERNET'S HEART! ✷ ﹙ LANCE STROLL ﹚

SUMMARY: a compilation of them being lovesick for each other on instagram.

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lancestroll lazy day routine

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username they're so cute like aw girl

username WHERE'S KIKO

⤷ lancestroll chloe stole him

⤷ chloestroll AM NOT!!

⤷ lancestroll nah you are

username we're seeing siblings fight over a dog. LIVE

⤷ username suddenly i am karen smith

username she win the candid challenge

⤷ yourusername 😎 lancestroll

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username i love this couple sm

username i never knew she has a tattoo

⤷ username me too💀

⤷ username guess she keep it a secret then

estebanocon my daughter has grown

⤷ yourusername thanks dad🥹😚

⤷ lancestroll y/n your dad is literally calling me rn

⤷ yourusername c'mon man

landonorris yourusername oh so this is where you ended up when you say you're sick to us

⤷ yourusername sorry🫣🫣

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caption: spent some time to fly with lance. especially when kiko's around. what a great save bed 🛩️🫢

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yourusername thank you chloestroll! he immediately becoming my favorite in an instant.

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username guys... you thinking what i think?

⤷ username yeah

username they look so mom and dad already

⤷ username i know they got fernando's approval

⤷ username oh sure like look at him liking their post everytime they together

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username LIKE LANCE WITH CHLOE'S SON MY GOD WHERE AM I

username look at them so fond of him is so cute

username GET YOURS IMMEDIATELY GUYS

⤷ yourusername lancestroll

⤷ lancestroll 👀👀

⤷ username guys be honest what are you planning?

⤷ username no one knows actually

yourusername i love him

⤷ fernandoalo_oficial i know

⤷ lancestroll fernandoalo_oficial i know you knew

username they're hinting something, i know...

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lancestroll happy 5 years anniversary to my best friend, lover, sleeping pillow, and a mom to kiko! more years to come to be with you forever, baby😚🥰❤️

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chloestroll aww happy fifth anniversary to you loversss

yourusername i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you endlessly foreverrr😚🥹😘

username they're literally my life

username wonder who took this one

⤷ fernandoalo_oficial i'll let this one slide

⤷ username OMG NO💀💀💀

astonmartinf1 happy anniversary to our beloved couple

pierregasly happy anniversary! please let us to have a double date

⤷ landonorris pls no

username so all these time fernando is just there taking their pictures????💀💀

⤷ username think so i mean poor him being a third wheel

username ok so baby stroll when

⤷ yourusername we haven't discuss about that one yet guys chill😭😭

⤷ lancestroll oh i have

⤷ yourusername how can you answer that so chill lancestroll???????

⤷ username so it's now confirmed or nah🤔

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yourusername lance's version i mean...

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username lord have mercy

username HE IS SO SWEET OMG

username boyfriend

username c'mon y'all commenting about her bf on her post??? (me too tbh)

username HOWS HE SO BOYFRIEND

username beautiful boooooyyyyy

⤷ username don't worry y/n you're beautiful too baby

lancestroll 😎

⤷ yourusername yeah yeah...

username it's confirmed that lance asked for this

⤷ yourusername yeah ik, not so surprising tbh like

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lancestroll y/n's version i mean...

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username they're right... HE bagged HER good

⤷ username RIIIGGHHTTT?????!?!?

username she's literally so beautiful

username THE MATCHING CAPT I'M DYING

username funny how fast we switched sides

⤷ username aren't we all??????

username favorite wag (beside lily) BUT I MEAN

username i've never thought she gonna be this pretty i'm collapsing

charles_leclerc pretty

⤷ lancestroll get off my girlfriend man

⤷ charles_leclerc SHE'S MY COUSIN

⤷ lancestroll still

⤷ pierregasly calm down he's not going to visit his sweet home alabama today

⤷ yourusername pierregasly wth man💀

username okay now i just know that y/n is charles's cousin

⤷ username me too

⤷ maxverstappen1 me three then

⤷ username even max had no idea with this

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yourusername happy anniversary to you too, lancey💚

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[queen-of-reptiles]

𝙰𝙲𝙴

description: in which Deyna Castellanos is spotted at readers first tennis match back from injury while Alex Greenwood is there to support her best friend, and there seems to be something more than friendship in mind

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deyna castellanos x female reader

this is fiction - i am not saying Deyna’s sexuality is part of the LGBTQ+ this is all fiction! x

COVID NEVER EXISTED IN THIS AU

warnings: flufffffff and mentions of previous injuries

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y/n just posted

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y/n see you soon? #USopen22 🎾

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username1: QUEEN OF THE COURT IS BACK ❤️❤️

cocogauff: babe wake up - y/n's just announced her return to tennis

^

y/n: xoxo

alexgreenwood5: SO PROUD of you ! 🩷

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y/n: couldn't have done it without ya chicky! 🩷

keirawalsh: so excited for you!! 🤍🤍

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y/n: Thank you Kei! 🤍🤍

username2: Why is the man city women's team here?

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username3: Alex and y/n have been best friends since childhood - so the team must see her a lot!

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username2: thank you!

alexgreenwood5: @deynacastellanos ...

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deynacastellanos: shhhhhh

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username4: omg ?? Does Deyna have a crush on her???

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username5: HAHAHAHAHAH Alex

anydmurray: knock em dead kiddo!

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y/n: 🥺😘

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username6: their relationship !

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username1: ALEX, DEYNA AND LAUREN ARE ALL AT THE US OPEN! AWWWWW

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username2: UPDATE CHLOE KELLY, KEIRA WALSH and LUCY BRONZE HAVE ALL ARRIVED TOO 🥹🥹

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username3: have they got time off or something????

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username4: yeah they have some time off before going back to clubs in September!

username5: IF ANYONE IS WATCHING THE US OPEN - they just showed a video of all the players warming up and y/n waved at Alex and her friends and DEYNA FUCKIN BLUSHED

username6: y/n is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT Deyna's celeb crush! 🤭🤭

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y/n breathed in deeply, her hand gripping her racket tightly as she watched Caroline Garcia move slightly, one more point. One more point was all that was needed to end this three and a half hour match.

y/n hadn't been playing to her full ability her mind still slightly on her recently healed Achilles. It had been spotted by the commentators, and when she inevitably re-watched her matched later, she would cringe at their pity of her recent injury.

She had never watched the video of her going down, she couldn't. At the peak of her career, 2020 Tokyo, one last hurdle for her Gold medal.

She'd won Wimbledon this year, she'd conquered the singles and doubles in the US and French opens and she and Andy had finally taken the doubles in Australia.

Then it happened, she stretched and she could feel the snap of her Achilles tendon, her body crashing to the floor as the crowd all shouted in fear.

The cry of pain she let out, caused her best friend Alex to jump from the crowd, still in her GB uniform from playing and bounce onto court, ignoring the shouts of the guards.

Belinda Bencic was with her too, having rushed to her competitor the second she went down, y/n's body shaking with pain-filled sobs as the medics tried to decipher the source of her pain, finally realising she was holding her ankle.

It took two months for her operation, the rupture being so bad, yet the back up in the hospitals caused a wait time.

It took another twelve months for her body to heal, and then another six to get her fitness back up, at every stretch, ever jump, y/n expected to feel it again, the pain, the snap.

But it never came, and now here she was, one final serve and she would be through, back to the final of the US Open like she deserved to be, needed to be.

y/n breathed in, looking left slightly, her eyes meeting the kind ones of Deyna Castellanos, Alex's teammate and friend, and she smiled, before throwing the ball in the air and bringing her racket down harshly.

"Ace."

She heard the call before she acknowledged it's meaning, standing their confused as to why Caroline wasn't moving, then the woman who she had battled many times now grinned.

She leapt over the net and wrapped the still paused girl in a tight hug, the crowd bursting into cheers and applause.

"Oh my god!" y/n let out, finally realising what the call meant, and Caroline laughed again as she clung to her.

"You deserve this, petit combattant. You deserve this." Caroline promised as they pulled away.

y/n let out a tearful thank you as Caroline walked toward her coach, the man hugging her in sympathy, y/n turned to Alex and the crowd which were screaming for her.

She let out a cry of joy, tears slipping down her red cheeks as she fell to her knees in relief, the photo becoming one that would be used for weeks to come, showing the joy and love of tennis.

A body collided with hers, long nails scratching at her shoulders as Alex pulled her best friend tighter.

"Ace!" Alex grinned into her.

"Ace indeed!" y/n laughed as she stood up, keeping a tight grip on the closest woman in her life. The press loving the inter-sport friendship began snapping pictures, as y/n's coach Mark wrapped an arm around both of them and guided them inside.

"y/n!" A voice called and soon enough a familiar strawberry blonde was wrapped around her, the player laughing as she hugged Keira back.

Keira, Lucy, Georgia and y/n had bonded best of the group Alex had introduced her to, and even though y/n was aware of Keira's impending move, it didn't dampen their close friendship.

Georgia was unable to join today, but the brunette had promised her friend she would be there for the final, stating she had no doubt she would make it.

"I'm so proud." Keira murmured into her friend's shoulder. y/n smiled as they pulled away, pressing a kiss to the hair of Keira's head.

"Thanks Kei." y/n smiled, Lucy moving over to hug the girl, the two having become like sisters very quickly.

"Well done, kiddo." Lucy hummed, a tight hug reassuring y/n that this was real, she really had done it.

"Thanks Luce." y/n chimed as they pulled away, Lauren and Chloe wrapping her in a double hug quickly. Alex was grinning madly as she pulled y/n over to the newcomer by her hand.

"This y/n/n, is Deyna, she's the only one you haven't met yet." Alex explains. "She's a big fan, ain't ya lovie?" Alex then asks Deyna whose cheeks flush.

"Alex." The girl whined, a thick Venezuelan accent ingrained in her voice which nearly made y/n's knees weak.

She turned to y/n, a small smile on her face as she tried to remain calm at the girl in front of her. y/n suddenly felt self conscious of her looks.

Her hair greasy with sweat, face sticky with it too, her eyes were probably slightly red from the tears and she had some many fly-aways she could guess she looked like a manic scientist.

"Hola un placer conocerte, eres una delantera, ¿sí?" y/n asks softly.

hello, lovely to meet you, you're a striker, yes?

"¿tú hablas español?" Deyna asks, eyebrows furrowed.

you speak Spanish?

Sí, pero sé que la versión venezolana también tiene un ligero dialecto, así que disculpas si todo esto es muy básico." y/n smiles.

yes, but I know the Venzuelan version has a slight dialect too it, so apologies if this is all very basic.

"No no eres fantástica!" Deyna exclaimed happily.

No, no, you are fantastic!

y/n smiled, her cheeks heating as Chloe gawked at her friend, confused that she didn't know the girl could speak Spanish.

"You speak Spanish?" Chloe asks confused.

"Chloe, I learnt to play tennis in Spain?" y/n questioned back confused.

"Yeah, but I just assumed they all spoke English." The blonde shrugged.

"Maybe that's why you didn't react when they called Ace, too used to it being in Spanish." Lucy teased and y/n laughs mockingly before shoving her.

This action causes the two to begin to fight playfully, acting like siblings as the rest just huff and roll their eyes, used to the twos childish ways.

"Alright, alright stop!" Keira chides, her voice stern as the two part and sheepishly look down.

"Sorry Keira." y/n chuckles as footsteps move to them.

"Well, well, well." A voice says and y/n turns and grins at the player.

"Andy!" She squeaks, running at the man she saw as a father, he'd done more for her than either of her parents had anyway.

"Told ya you would be fine." The man chuckles as he hugs the girl tightly. "21 and the best in the world." He adds kindly and y/n smiles as the pull away.

"Think that's cause I have a pretty awesome mentor." She denies and Andy chuckles, kissing her head before letting her continue with her friends.

"So, tomorrow?" Alex asks and y/n lets out a small breath.

"Tomorrow, one day to show them all I'm back." She nods. The girls all nods supportively as they begin their walk back toward the recording room, where y/n would have to sit through some classic interviews.

"Un día." Deyna hums.

one day

"Un día." y/n agrees.

one day

"Un día para demostrarte que has vuelto. Ellos ya saben que lo eres." Deyna tells her.

one day to show yourself that you're back. They already know you are.

y/n smiles softly at Deyna's words, realising that maybe she was right and she nudges her shoulder slightly in thanks.

"Ya estoy de vuelta." y/n nods. "Ya estoy de vuelta." She repeats stronger.

I'm back.

Deyna nods, believing her as Alex looks back, smiling sneakily at the pair she had hoped would get along well, Lucy sees her look and rolls her eyes, but as she hears y/n laugh at something Deyna had said she shares a knowing look with Keira.

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y/n Thank you Caroline, you are an amazing woman and were a fierce competition. Thank you for all the love. I will see you tomorrow.

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username1: the raw emotion from you made me SOB 😭

username2: The way she didn't even hear the 'ace' call! 😂

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username3: Looked like she got stuck buffering for a sec!!

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username4: 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ - 'Please reconnect battries.'

alexgreenwood5: Couldn't be prouder!! 😘

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y/n: i love you so much xxx ❤️

keirawalsh: The photo of your shout of joy will now be my phone background 🥹

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y/n: don't cause I'm still crying all the time...🥹

lucybronze: So proud little fighter!!

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y/n: ly!! 🩷

lauren_hemp: Do I understand tennis? No. Do I love watching you win? Yes.

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y/n: love you hempo!

stanwaygeorgia: Gowan girl!

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y/n: see you soon!!! xx

username5: I have never been so glued to my screen ! 😶😶

username6: Caroline's reaction was so kind, so beautiful! 🥺

username7: she deserves this so much omg

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This was the longest match of her life. Even during her Wimbledon win, y/n had never been on the court for over four hours, and now they were running over their fifth, nearly at their sixth.

Iga Świątek was younger, fitter, and was not recovering from an injury. She was clever, a fantastic player, but she was not the world number 1.

Neither was y/n, in fact, she had dropped. She was slower, older that Iga, and recovering still, even now, her mentality taking a bigger hit than her ankle.

But today, she needed this win, she had to have it. Iga was younger, fitter, but she wasn't one point from victory. y/n was.

Her chest moved slowly as y/n inhaled deeply, her head tilting up slightly as the crowd waited, holding their breath. y/n's eyes met the soft ones of Deyna once more and a small smile was sent at her.

That soft smile at the lips of the Venezuelan sent small waves of belief down y/n, and she threw the ball in the air. She brought her racket down, watching as the ball flew.

"Ace!"

y/n's hands flew to her head, she heard it this time, she recognised it this time and she sunk to her knees in tears as Iga sunk to her own in sadness.

y/n took a moment, breathing in as the crowd erupted in cheers, she had done something almost impossible. She had beaten an injury everyone thought would be the end of her.

Rising to her feet, y/n moved over to Iga, helping her to her feet as she cupped her face.

"Jesteś tak młoda. Tak utalentowany. Nie pozwól, żeby to miało na ciebie wpływ." y/n spoke softly.

You are so young. So talented. Don't let this affect you.

Iga seemed shocked that the English player spoke Polish, but she smiled thankfully as she wiped her eyes, and hugged the woman in thanks.

"dziękuję, mistrzu." Iga said kindly.

thank you, champion

y/n chuckled, shaking her hand as she walked away, fling her body against Andy who caught her, her body finally letting out the tears she was desperately trying to hold in.

"I did it." She breathed.

"You did it." Andy promises.

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y/n Two little girls, who knew they would be a European Champion and US open winner.

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We did it guys.

Thank you x

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username1: this is so cute 😭😭

username2: I NEED A FRIENDSHIP LIKE THIS

username3: her reaction made me cry so much 😭

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username4: HER RUNNING TO ANDY 😭😭

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username5: AND THEN IN THE POST INTERVIEW SAYING HE’S MORE OF A FATHER THAN HER PARENTS EVER WERE AND HIM WIPING HIS EYES IN TBE BACKGROUND 😭😭

alexgreenwood5: I cannot express how proud I am - you have been through so much, you deserve every second of this win ❤️❤️

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y/n: Cannot ever say how grateful I am to have you in my life Lex, I love you ❤️

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keirawalsh: SO PROUD 🩷🥺

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y/n: 🩷🩷🩷

lucybronze: Georgia was screaming so loud, and THEN WE JOINED IT YOU DID IT 🖤🖤

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stanwaygeorgia: I’D DO IT AGAIN 🖤

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y/n: 🥹🖤🖤🖤

username6: Her comforting Iga was so lovely and the fact Iga said she spoke Polish and when asked about it, y/n said she learnt a bunch of things the night before so she could communicate in her language 🥹🥹🥹🥹

lauren_hemp: GO ON!!!

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y/n: LOVE YOU!!!!

chloekelly: Go on babe !! So proud <3

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y/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR COMING <3

andymurray: Couldn’t be prouder, you are so fantastic!

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y/n: Thank you Andy, for all you’ve done xo

cocogauff: AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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y/n: AKDJCIAHWNFKCOSN

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username8: I am so sad Iga lost :(((((

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username9: then why are you here??

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y/n maybe stick to the day job lovie xo

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username1: OMG they are hanging out again AHHHHHH 🥹🥹

username2: this is so cute omg 🤭🤭

username3: do you think they're 'getting to know' each other???

chloekelly: ace! 🎾

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y/n: ace! 🎾

deyancastellanos: I blame my teacher for me not being very good...

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alexgreenwood5: well, if you spend all lesson staring at the teacher you probably won't learn anything 😘

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y/n smiled as the comments continued to flood in, her eyes watching the people call out Deyna for her now deleted comment, the said comment having been seen by the blushing y/n.

"They're going crazy." Deyna hums, a small smile on her face.

"Hmm, well they still think you're useless at flirting." y/n chuckles, leaning back to catch the last bit of sun on her face.

"Luckily you know better." Deyna says and y/n hums.

"Well..." She teases, but she begins to laugh as Deyna's hands begin to poke and squeeze at her sides, tickling her into a breathy apology.

In her squirming, neither have seemed to notice y/n has wriggled herself sideways across Deyna's lap and the tanned woman sighs softly, leaning down and pressing a light kiss to y/n's reddening cheek.

"I'm very glad you made that bet with Alex." Deyna hums as she pulls y/n into her chest, switching her to face forward so the tennis player's back was against Deyna's chest.

The football player sunk further into the trunk of the tree she was resting on as y/n's head fell back against her shoulder, enjoying the feeling of Deyna's arms around her.

"Same." y/n laughed, the bet being made on the day of the final in her head.

"you win a set by an ace today, tonight you kiss Deyna." Alex offered her hand outstretched.

"Alex I met her yesterday?" y/n answered confused.

"And? She's been your crush for years, and you're hers!" Alex fights back, a smirk on her face.

"Ace?" y/n asks, as her hand comes up to shake her best friend's.

"Ace." Alex confirms and the two shake hands.

"Yeah, I'm really glad I made that bet." y/n repeats and Deyna laughs as she cranes her head down, her lips pressing into y/n's.

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I really got into this one … is it obvious ?? 😂😂

apologies if the Spanish and Polish was off it was ALL google translate xoxoxoxox

requests are open and I am super grateful to all the love for these xo

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Queenie xx

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F1 x Hockey

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yourinsta: the brother and in-laws decided to take me to a Habs game. Let's do this hockey! tagged: scottyjames, chloejames and lancestroll

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canadiens: thanks for coming! it was awesome having you and the squad come cheer on the team.

user: was this your first hockey game?

yourinsta: no! I'm a huge fan of hockey. Though it was my first Habs game.

user: Ahhhh! It was such a good game

chloejames: Bestie you're more wild than Lance games

yourinsta: 🙈

user: Who is this?

user: She is the younger sister of Olympic Snowboarder, Scotty James. He is engaged to Chloe Stroll, sister of F1 Driver Lance Stroll. The Stroll family are rich rich. Scotty is also best friends with fellow Aussie, Daniel Riccardo who also a F1 Driver.

user: Dont forget she is also a stylist for her brother, the Stroll siblings and their mother, Riccardo and a couple of F1 drivers. On the odd occasion she will style other people but she liked to be close with the people she styles.

user: anyone else see Cole in the likes?

canadiens: 👀👀👀

user: The fact that she was a fan of

user: 🤔

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user: Cole got a new suit?

user: is it just me or have they got new suits?

user: they look so good

user: Cole 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

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astonmartin: Got some special guests today for the weekend. Another F1 x Hockey crossover?

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colecaufield: thanks for the invite!

astonmartin: don't thank us, thank you know who 🤫

user: um WhAT?!

user: These three are chaos waiting to happen!

user: Imagine if these three met Lando 🤣

user: admin won't leak who :(

scottyjames: I'm glad that it was shorty

chloejames: SCOTTY!

yourinsta: 🤦🏻‍♀️

user: Did anyone see the comments by Scotty before it was deleted?

user: Cole has to be dating baby James

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jackhughes: thanks for the hookup colecaufield

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yourinsta: Well... my idiot brother spoilt our 6 month hard launch plan. But here's the F1 X Hockey couple ❤️

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colecaufield: my little speed demon 🫶🏻

user: NOT WHO I EXPECTED!

user: they're steamy 🥵

jackhughes: fly us out to another race?

yourinsta: uhhhhh let me think... no.

jackhughes: boo you whore

user: Jack with a mean girls reference?

user: this is something I didn't know I need

chloejames: can't wait for a little brother

lancestroll: um what about me?

chloejames: 👩🏻‍🦯👩🏻‍🦯👩🏻‍🦯

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