#it was about time the other girls got a little love

[oikarma]

how you get the girl | pt.1

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: everyone knows you as the "girl timothee chalamet made out w at coachella" until he's with kylie. so you're picking up the pieces of your heart until a certain f1 driver steps in and puts it back together

a/n: got stuck on my franco fic so here's another lando smau for you cuties <3

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deuxmoi A little birdie told us that Timothée Chalamet's Coachella hook-up might have been a little more serious than we thought...

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user1 genuinely tweaking out

user2 no cause who is she

user3 timothee baby come home the kids miss you

user4 Like how serious are we talking deuxmoi

user5 are we sure that's him in the third pic

user6 i'd know those anal beads ANYWHERE user7 lmao she looks so fed up with him

user8 she looks so fake...

user9 she's def had work done user10 how much you wanna bet he's going to go after a kardashian next?

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deuxmoi After months of speculation, Kylie and Timothée seem to have hard-launched.

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user1 bop bop bop

user2 how long is this gonna last?

user3 is it just me or does she genuinely look happy with him

user4 ignore the haters they're just jealous

user5 what does clubchalamet have to say about this

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yourinstagram bet you can't tell my soul is black

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lilyzneimer what's cooking, good looking?

yourinstagram do you want my audition to be the next cassie lilyzneimer no getting a new man crush would destroy you

princejoeybreeze okay emo

yourinstagram okay ego

hattiepiastri you want to practice that spiderman upside down kiss

yourinstagram might get it wrong the first time...might need to do it a few times...you know? oscarpiastri can you stop flirting with my sister hattiepiastri i like it actually oscar will you stop ruining my chance at true love

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f1 Some fashion icons spotted in the paddock today!

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user1 alexxx 😍

user2 who's the girl with alex is it the same one in p2?

user3 i think its the same girl she just took her blazer off prob undid her hair too cause it was super hot user4 no idea

user5 lily mi amor!

user6 icons that's RIGHT the 2nd fit be eating so hard

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yourinstagram thanks piastris!! had so much fun being pampered

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hattiepiastri miss you x

yourinstagram get well soon baby

lilyzneimer you should come with me to osc's races more often

yourinstagram i wish...my broke ass could never

oscarpiastri You're welcome

yourinstagram !! hattiepiastri he's such a bot

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lando went out tonight x

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user1 looking cute, lando

user2 oh he's so huggable

yourinstagram it's all "manners" until you get the chicken tenders

lando hey they were yummy okay you weren't very demure either user3 WAIT GUYS ITS THE PADDOCK GIRL user4 the coachella girl?? user5 dang she sure gets around user6 what's she doing with lando

user7 why not on lando.jpg

user8 well it's a polaroid genius

oscarpiastri How come you never use utensils when you eat with me

lando i don't need to be classy around you osc oscarpiastri Hm. user9 oscar piastri are you jealous

user10 what is kylie doing in the likes??

user11 well she and lewis are friends maybe he introduced her to lando user12 liking your man's ex's new bf(?)'s post is wild

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a/n: hellooo here's a new lando fic for you guys <3 timothee may be appearing in the future and things may get a little dramatic so i hope you enjoyed reading pt1

[takes1]

i would LOVE to know which haikyuu boys would be brat tamers… and perhaps their favorite kind of punishments? (overstim, spanking, denial, paddling, etc) :333

basically just an s/o who sasses them all the time, loves to tease and talk back, and loves punishment hehe :3

haikyuu brat taming headcanons (nsfw)

loved this idea! just didn't have the format for when it got requested, then it got buried. tbh kuroo was the hardest to place out of all the names!!

warnings. heavy nsfw. minors DNI

characters. bokuto, nishinoya, oikawa, suga, kuroo, shohei, osamu, tendou, kentarou, daichi, atsumu, mattsun, iwa, tsukki, suna, sakusa, kenma, kageyama, aone, asahi, ushijima, lev, koganegawa, hinata, akaashi, yamaguchi details. lots of kink discussion. (implied mutual understanding, consent, and communication) aged up characters.

links. my masterlist. my ao3. more haikyuu. my imagines. requests open.

spoils you in and out of the bedroom. this guy has too much love in his heart to ever catch a stern tone with you, and especially doesn't like to use his strength against you. that being said-- he will hold you down after your fourth orgasm, as you squirm and tremble, cursing at him that it's too much- you can't take it- and the like. he still kisses you through it, call you his pretty girl, but it doesn't change the fact that you do need to learn some manners. you love that you can never make him upset, and learn to love his endurance, the way he grins and baby-talks you through your tears, because he finds it so cute that you always think you can get away with being such a brat. (BOKUTO, OIKAWA, kuroo, suga, nishinoya)

bondage, blindfolding, restriction. something about robbing you of a sense after you act up has no other match. you're so confident until your hands are tied, useless, behind your back or above your head. he can leave you like that for as long as it takes for you to apologize, or admit that you're wrong. it's usually paired with some type of slow, and cruel play that keeps you just stimulated enough to enjoy it, before he steals it back. it's the most absolute reminder of control and dominance; he's the type to kiss you through a long, and difficult type of tie, because you're too pretty not to taste while he's rendering your arms at your sides, or restricting how much you can breathe. probably the most patient, and twisted, form of punishment. (SHOHEI, osamu, TENDOU, kentarou, AKAASHI)

spanking, striking. loves seeing a clear print of his oversized hand across your skin. he knows you love it, too. that's why you keep pulling petty bullshit to get bent over his knee again, and again, and again. tears might be pricking your eyes, you might yelp- but you can't help but look back, a bitten back smile once the sharp pain becomes a lasting sting. you'll bite him just to get a little lovetap across your face, because you love watching his surprise shift rapidly into this possessive, corrective arousal. it gives you a sense of connection beyond what kissing, or even sex, can give. because, really, who else is going to look at you like that, all preoccupied, full of lust, but secretly attentive, after they hurt you? (DAICHI, ATSUMU, mattsun, IWA)

denial is his game. he takes his time already, keeping you on your toes, frustrated and needy-- he's ultra gentle despite his ability and disposition, never wanting to let you get a true taste of what he can give you if it isn't earned. time with him is filled with baited breath, muffled, almost-there whines, and shaky fingers that stay clenched, only to yourself. don't think he doesn't notice it, just because it isn't explicit. that's his purpose. to read you, analyze you, like a slowburn, steamy novel. he can fuck you so good, but he won't. he wants you to be desperate. be a good girl first, then he'll let you cum. (TSUKKI, suna, sakusa, KENMA, kageyama)

not much of a 'tamer.' while usually opting for a softer, guiding vibe in the bedroom, if provoked enough, he will not just roll over. when he understands what you're trying to do -get a rise out of him- he wears a stern squeeze in his brow. he's all focused on your smile, calculating, like you've just spoken another language. he wouldn't strike you, and doesn't enjoy giving verbal harassment, because when would he ever need to learn those skills? he's gigantic and intimidating. all he needs to do is remind you that you probably shouldn't be barking up the wrong tree. a big, strong hand squeezes around your throat, he finds just the right position to show you that you can't move under him, and a whisper, asking you, "what did you just say?" that's all you need to be subdued. (AONE, ASAHI, ushijima)

he would hardly know what to do with you. the idea of domination/submission, brats/brat tamers probably gets him hard, but there's not enough blood to share between his brain cells and his dick to play around with you the way that you're trying to instigate. he would need to be taught how to fill that role long before you could get what you wanted out of him. (LEV, KOGANEGAWA, hinata, yamaguchi)

notes. if the name is in caps, then i felt like their category is 100% in my brain. if the name just lowercase, then i felt like they could easily be in another one too. rlly liked writing this!

taglist. @integers @paradoxicalwritings @yuchacco @megapteraurelia

links. my masterlist. requests open.

[littlelamy]

can you make a story where rafe and reader broke up 3 years ago, but she comes back to Outer Banks only now she has a daughter(who looks just like Rafe) and a husband (Whom she doesn't really love) and rafe still loves her

lamy's notes: i feel like i should do a part 2—send a request if you want one!

you never thought you’d come back.

three years was a long time. long enough to build a new life, to convince yourself you were better off away from this place, from everything that once kept you tangled in its grip. long enough to pretend you had moved on.

but then your husband got a job offer in charleston, and suddenly, outer banks was just a short drive away.

and now you’re here. back where it all started.

“mommy, look!”

your daughter’s voice pulls you from your thoughts, and you glance over to see her pointing at a row of seashells scattered across the sand, eyes bright with excitement. your heart squeezes. she looks so much like him. blonde-ish hair, sharp blue eyes—features that don’t belong to your husband.

you force a smile, kneeling down beside her. “those are beautiful, baby.”

“can i take some home?” she asks, looking up at you expectantly.

before you can answer, a voice—deep, familiar, and entirely unexpected—cuts through the salty air.

“i think you’ll need a pretty big bag for all those.”

your breath catches. slowly, you rise to your feet, turning toward the voice you haven’t heard in three years.

rafe cameron.

he looks different. older. sharper in some ways, softer in others. but his eyes? they’re exactly the same. the same piercing blue, the same intensity that always made it hard to breathe when he looked at you.

“rafe,” you say, his name barely a whisper on your lips.

his gaze flickers to the little girl standing at your side, and you see it. the moment realization hits. the way his jaw tightens, his fingers clench.

“mommy, who’s that?” your daughter asks, tugging at your hand.

rafe swallows hard, tearing his eyes away from her to look at you instead. waiting. silently demanding an answer.

“he’s…” your voice trails off, the words catching in your throat. you glance at your daughter, then back at him. “he’s an old friend.”

his lips press into a thin line. he knows you’re lying. but he doesn’t push. not yet.

“what are you doing here?” you ask, trying to ignore the way your pulse is racing.

he huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “funny. i was about to ask you the same thing.”

you hesitate, glancing at your daughter before looking back at him. “we… moved back. my husband’s job—”

his expression darkens at the mention of your husband, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “your husband.”

there’s something bitter in his voice, something that makes your chest tighten. before you can respond, your daughter tugs at your hand again.

“mommy, can we go now?” she asks, oblivious to the tension crackling between you and rafe.

you nod quickly, eager to escape, but rafe steps forward, gaze locked onto yours. “we need to talk.”

there’s a part of you that wants to run. that wants to pretend this moment never happened. but deep down, you know you can’t.

because the past has finally caught up to you.

and rafe isn’t letting you go this time.

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[seasprincess]

season1 fratboy!Rafe head cannons

mix of nsfw and sfw

MDNI ♡ྀིwarnings: he’s pervy, lots of sexual stuff, degrading, praise, probably more

frat boy!Rafe who would take you out on dates to places even if he hates them. He’s never really been for relationship but with you he just wants to impress you.

frat boy!Rafe who will buy you anything you ask for. He’s a sucker for you and the way you look up at him as you hold that new handbag you so desperately need. And his way of showing you love is gifts.

frat boy!Rafe who takes you golfing and can’t help but stare at your ass in that little skirt. When you bend over to take a shot his eyes are unapologetically staring. If he catches any of his friends even glancing he will have a little chat. Which does involve being thrown against a wall.

frat boy!Rafe who is actually a massive perv. No matter how sweet he can be there’s always that side to him that’s a horny guy. He just can’t help it.

frat boy!Rafe who has a folder in his photos filled with photos of you. Photos of your tits, videos of him fucking you and his favourite, photos of his cum on various parts of your body.

frat boy!Rafe who has a pair of your panties that he uses to jerk off on days he really misses you. Or days you send him photos that he would die before letting you send to anyone else. He is very protective of you. He may show his friends a slightly revealing photo to show you off but this man is never showing them a nude. That’s for him only.

frat boy!Rafe who is okay with being vocal in bed. The words that leave his mouth are unholy to say the least. ‘Taking my cock like a good girl.’ or ‘fuck, you’re such a good slut’ are common themes. He loves degrading you but equally loves praising you. Luckily you enjoy it to.

frat boy!Rafe who is horny like 24/7. He can’t help it. But you’re willing to help him when he needs you. Which is a lot. Quick blowjobs in the bathroom are common in your relationship.

frat boy!Rafe who cares about you more than sometimes he shows. He knows he’s not the best boyfriend. But he does try. Buying you flowers and teddies when you’ve argued. Which is usually his fault, not that he’s admit it.

frat boy!Rafe who acts like a completely different person when you’re alone cuddling. Your hands rubbing the back of his head will make up for the lack of comfort he had as a kid. He could lay there for hours. Not talking or doing anything. He’s just there.

frat boy!Rafe who taught you how to give blow jobs and other stuff. You’d never done it before and Rafe loved that. However he wasn’t as sexually smart as he thought. Yes he’d been with other woman but he prioritised his orgasm over theirs. So you told him what fault good and he got in the habit of asking ‘does that feel good?’ every time he worried he was worried he wasn’t doing good. He always wants to do a good job. Which is most definitely linked to his childhood.

frat boy!Rafe who cares about you more than he’ll ever admit. Someone says a bad word about you? They’re being beaten up. Someone try’s flirting with you? They’re being beaten up. He protects your sweet naive self who doesn’t notice all the bad guys.

frat boy!Rafe whose arm or hand is always on you. Physical touch is important for him. Once again linked to the lack of it in his childhood. His arm will be around your waist or hand on your thigh even if you’re just sitting. He’s making sure everyone knows you’re his.

frat boy!Rafe who gets frustrated and angry most of the time. But you, you always seem to calm him down and make sure he’s okay. Make sure he calms down. The amount of fights you’ve stopped might win you a record at this point.

frat boy!Rafe who loves you more than he’s loved anyone else. Even if he can’t show you fully.

[wonysugar]

KARINA X READER W ORAL FIXATION

oral fixations are such a broad topic so i did some research and had fun with this, i think this is the type of oral fixation you meant lol? thank you for the idea :]

cw : usage of strap-on

you and jimin often hung out, being girlfriends at all. naturally, you progressively got to notice each other's little tics and habits as the relationship went on.

for example, you knew that she had a tendency to furrow her eyebrows at every little thing, whether she was focused, confused or simply just forming a thought. or or!! that she sticks out her tongue in every other situation; sometimes the joke she'd tell would call for it, other times she’d do it just cause. whatever it was she did, you found it endearing.

and she would say the same thing about you! except for… a particular habit of yours. she didn’t hate it or anything. it’s more like she… loved it a bit too much? for all the wrong reasons? to put it simply, she felt like a pervert for feeling the way she did toward it.

see, you had the tendency to put things in your mouth and chewing on them at all times. whether it was your nails, a pen you happened to be holding or even just a straw you had finished using a long while ago. whatever it was, you would spend hours chewing on it. and the context of the situation didn’t matter either, you needed to keep your mouth occupied at all times, and that was that.

jimin thought it was adorable when she first got to know you, a few years back, but once you two got closer, her thoughts got more and more… deranged about the whole thing.

the mere idea made her stomach turn; the two of you making out on her couch, feeling each other up as you usually do. she’d pleasantly surprise you by pulling away from the kiss and replace the feeling of her tongue with her fingers, watching you suck and lick on them whilst you looked up at her. how you would drool all over her digits the same way you’d drool on her strap, later into the dark night.

she’d always shrug it off, though. she never brought it up in bed since she was overthinking basically everythingcjfjckdn she didn’t want you to think she was weird, or anything!

that was until you asked her to let you suck her off during sex, which was something you’d never done before. she contained her excitement when she heard those words and proceeded to rationally ask you why it is that you wanted to do that, all of a sudden.

“i dunno,” you shrugged, “my mouth needs attention, i guess.”

KAAABEWWWMMMM!! jimin played it off, cool and collected, but inside? girl SHE CHEERED! the opportunity finally presented itself to her; she didn’t have to potentially risk passing as a creep yippe!! of course, that was all in her head, as you would’ve happily obliged if she had just asked you.

the actual sex later on? ohh you could tell she was having so much fun with your little oral fixation, she was smiling down at you the entire time. you had originally asked her to just let you blow her, but she went above and beyond your expectations.

you looked up at her, on your knees. she caressed your bottom lip with her thumb before sliding it into your mouth, a smirk plastered on her face as she looked down at you. “you want it, baby?” she’d say, ‘it’ being the black strap-on she was wearing. you’d nod in response, quickly getting what it is that you wanted.

by this point you were practically soaked, that much was obvious, but you didn’t know how much better it would get until she layed you down on your back to finger you; she told you to suck on her tits while she did so.😭😭😭😭ohh brother.

she pumped two of her digits in and out of you, fingers curled right against your g-spot as her thumb gently pressed on your clit, all in a repetitive motion. your attempt to hold your orgasm—after she ordered you to—was barely successful when you had your hand on one of her breasts, carefully fondling it. you tried to focus your attention on catching her nipple in between your fingertips and playing with it gently, but that just contributed to turning you on more.

on top of that, she had the other boob settled right onto your lips, her hand on the back of your head, pushing you closer to her. your mouth sucked and licked on the bud, your tongue working around it. you fed off of the pretty sounds that came out of her whenever you did.

after what felt like a painful eternity of her relentlessly pumping in and out of your dripping cunt with her fingers, she finally gave you permission to cum, much to your relief.

that eventual orgasm hit you like a truck and may or may not have knocked you the fuck out after a few minutes of heavy breathing.😭

she kissed your (very sweaty) forehead, satisfied and happy she could please you. the sight of her girlfriend sound asleep was enough for jimin to make a mental note for the times to come; to never neglect your mouth again.

[ari-ana-bel-la]

Could you please do Dad!Oscar introducing his little girl to the paddock

Baby Piastri

The buzz around the paddock had been electric ever since the news broke: Oscar and Lily were bringing their four-month-old daughter to the Australian Grand Prix. Despite being young parents, the couple had embraced their new life with warmth and excitement. Their little girl, Yn, had become the sweetheart of the paddock without even setting foot in it. The drivers had only seen pictures of her, a tiny bundle of joy with Oscar’s soft curls and Lily’s bright, curious eyes.

Now, on media day, the moment everyone had been waiting for finally arrived. The McLaren garage was filled with anticipation as Oscar walked in, his hand entwined with Lily’s. In his other hand, he gently steered a stroller, carefully covered with a blanket to shield his daughter from the sun and the ever-present cameras. The couple made their way to a shaded outdoor table, Oscar making sure to park the stroller where Yn would be most comfortable.

Lando was the first to greet them, practically bouncing on his feet with excitement.

“Finally! I’ve been waiting forever to meet the little princess!” he said, crouching beside the stroller.

Oscar chuckled, exchanging a knowing glance with Lily. “Alright, alright,” he said, reaching down to gently peel back the blanket.

As the fabric fell away, the small group was met with the sight of a peacefully sleeping baby, her tiny fingers curled into loose fists. Her soft, chubby cheeks were slightly flushed, her breathing steady and deep.

Lando melted instantly. “Oh my God,” he whispered, as if speaking too loudly might wake her. “She’s perfect.”

He reached out, hesitating just before his fingers brushed over her tiny hand. “Can I?” he asked, looking up at Lily.

“Of course,” she said with a smile.

The moment Lando’s finger made contact with Yn’s tiny palm, her fingers instinctively wrapped around it. Lando let out a breath of pure awe.

“I think she likes me,” he said proudly.

By now, the other drivers had started to gather, their curiosity drawing them in like a magnet. Max, Charles, George, and Carlos joined, standing around the table, their faces softening at the sight of the tiny girl. Even Fernando, who rarely got excited about much outside of racing, was watching with a rare, gentle smile.

“Wow,” Charles murmured, leaning in slightly. “She’s even cuter in person.”

George chuckled. “You say that like she’s a celebrity.”

“She kind of is,” Carlos pointed out. “I mean, the entire paddock has been waiting to meet her.”

“She looks like a mix of both of you,” Max said, glancing between Oscar and Lily. “But I think she’s got more of Lily’s features.”

Oscar grinned. “Yeah, I think so too. She’s definitely got Lily’s eyes.”

As they all spoke quietly, keeping their voices hushed in an effort not to wake the baby, a small noise caught their attention. Yn shifted slightly, her tiny face scrunching up as she started to fuss.

Lily immediately reached for her, carefully lifting her out of the stroller and settling the baby onto her lap. Yn blinked blearily, her sleepy eyes scanning her surroundings as if taking everything in for the first time.

Then, her gaze landed on Oscar.

For a second, there was just silence as she stared at him. And then, her entire face lit up in a heart-melting grin, her little feet kicking excitedly.

The collective reaction from the drivers was instant.

“Awwwwww!” Lando practically squealed. “Did you see that? She loves her daddy!”

Oscar, completely enchanted, couldn’t resist. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her soft, chubby cheek. Yn giggled in response, reaching up with tiny hands to pat at his face.

Fernando smirked. “She’s already got him wrapped around her finger.”

Oscar didn’t even try to deny it. “Of course she does,” he said, smiling down at his daughter. “She’s perfect.”

Charles, who had been silently watching, finally reached out a hand. “Can I hold her?”

Lily glanced at Oscar, who nodded before carefully handing Yn over to Charles. The Monegasque driver held her as if she were the most precious thing in the world, his usual composed demeanor completely replaced by adoration.

“Bonjour, petite princesse,” he murmured, rocking her gently. Yn gazed up at him with big, curious eyes before giving him a tiny, toothless grin.

Carlos nudged Max. “I think Charles might cry.”

Max smirked. “I wouldn’t blame him.”

The group spent the next half hour completely enchanted, passing Yn around as they cooed over her, each driver getting their turn to hold her. Even Max, who insisted he wasn’t good with babies, found himself holding her carefully, his expression unreadable before he finally muttered, “She’s pretty cute.”

Lando took endless pictures, sending them to the group chat with captions like “New McLaren team principal” and “Future world champion spotted.”

Yn, blissfully unaware of the chaos she had caused, simply soaked up the love, babbling happily as her tiny hands reached out for anyone close enough.

As the afternoon went on, Oscar and Lily watched their daughter surrounded by love, their hearts full. They had always known that the F1 paddock was like a family, but seeing how much everyone adored their little girl made it all the more real.

“Guess she’s got a whole team of uncles now,” Oscar mused, his arm draped around Lily.

Lily laughed. “Yeah. And they’re all completely smitten.”

Oscar looked at his daughter, now resting contently in Lando’s arms as he whispered nonsense to her with the biggest smile on his face. He felt a warmth spread through his chest.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “I think she’s going to love growing up here.”

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Authors Note: I hope you enjoyed this story. My requests are always open and I'm more than happy to write them.

-💙🦋

[stargrltara]

𝒞𝒜𝑅𝒩𝐼𝒱𝒜𝐿

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FIREWORKS CLASHED, FORMING A WARM HUE OF BEAMS TO ARISE IN THE NIGHT SKY. Echoes of laughter, music and screaming filled the carnival atmosphere as your fingers were interlocked with the tall figure beside you. Your gaze drifted up to his emerald eyes, and your lips formed into an amusing smirk as you pointed over to the one of the stools where there was teddies and other little prizes.

You and Jason were having the most perfect date night. You went on some rides, watched the fireworks from above and even shared some churros which left little crumbs along his lips that you had to wipe off. It was nice for him to take a break from patrol every night, it was nice to spend some quality time with his favourite girl.

You yelled through the cacophony of chatter, “—Jason, let’s go !! ” Jason scoffed as you dragged him through the crowd to get to the gun range game, your heart racing, eager to win a giant teddy bear.

“Seriously?” he crossed his arms over his chest, an unimpressed expression on his face. “What are ‘ya trying to win? ..A teddy?” he chuckled dryly but you nodded, a massive grin on your face.

“Yep !” you gave the worker a ticket before picking up the faux gun, glaring at the balloons had to shoot before taking a deep breath. “Are you forgetting how old you are?” he remarked sarcastically, brow raised though slight amusement rolled of his tongue. You groaned at his words and aligned your finger on the trigger, aiming so precisely before you were again interrupted.

“Your aim looks off.” Jason muttered under his breath smugly, earning a furrowed brow from you. “..my aim is just fine,” you asserted, though your fingers danced at the trigger as you thought twice about your shot.

Jason stood broadly, arms crossed over his shoulders as he watched your concentrated state; eyes narrowed with focus and arm arched. Though, you were taking your sweat time to make sure you got the perfect shot, and Jason was getting slightly fee up. “You know if you want any help—“

“Stop distracting me.” you cut him off and his arms came up in defence before you pulled the trigger.

Miss. you tried again. Miss. and again. Miss.

“Baby, you’re wasting all your tickets.” He chuckled at your loss, pinching the bridge of his nose. He watched you groan, handing the gun back to the worker who just looked at you bluntly.

“I swear this shits rigged,” you sighed, now locking with Jason’s gunmetal eyes. “—Nope. You just suck.” He snickered as you hit him in defeat.

He turned to the worker after glaring at the balloons, analysing the difficulty, angles he would have to shoot at and whatever. “Give it here.” voice laced with confidence and smug as he held the gun.

He stood straight though his shoulder was slightly leaned back, angling the gun and aiming it specifically and strictly. One eye squinted as his finger lingered above the trigger, before..

Hit.

“Easy.” Jason gave you a shit-eating grin as you grunted, arms crossing over your chest in jealousy. “Thats so unfair ! “

He shook his head, “ ‘m just built different, doll.” before grabbing the teddy you wanted from the workers hands and handing it to you with a smirk.

Your eyes lit up, a massive smile on your face as you giggled whilst holding the teddy. “Ohmygod—ohmygod !!” Jason’s chuckled at your excitement, and you leaned in to hug his warm frame, body casting heat over yours and caging you in as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Thank you, Jay.”

But abruptly, Jason took himself out of your embrace and handed the worker another ticket before he held the gun again. You giggled lowly at his precision and focused state as he aimed for the hardest balloon. The highest one.

Hit.

“This is light work.”

Hit. after Hit. after Hit.

Jason was showering you with gifts, your arms were full with teddies, plushies and all sorts. He loved fuelling your delight, loved watching your lips perk up into a sweet smile as you kissed him on the cheek, his face flustering.

The worker looked unmoved as he handed Jason another of the rewards stacked on the shelves, “Sorry, man,” he muttered, “Cant give you ‘n your lady anymore — gotta save some for the kids.”

Your eyes narrowed in irritant, though Jason nodded, complying. “All good.” he waved a hand before glaring down at you; arms full with things. “You happy now?” Jason looked unfazed, but you both knew, deep down that he was enjoying spoiling you. There was a flicker in his eye of satisfaction at your content form, holding tightly onto the teddies like someone was gonna steal them from you.

You hummed, leaning into Jason’s arm motioning eagerly for you two to go to the next stool, the darts. He grunted as you moved him along. “Baby, we’re gonna make the whole park bankrupt.”

You snorted, lips curved into a smirk as his nickname rolled off of your tongue. “Isn’t that your whole shtick.. outlaw?”

·.✧ ✦ ✧.·

a/n: this is so rushed i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorryyyy!!! xox. T

[kingkaizen]

𝓯𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓽𝓱𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 | 𝓳𝓳𝓴 𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

∘ desc: the jjk men and how they express their love language <3

∘ ft: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, + sukuna

∘ a/n: enjoy this (extra) v-day treat <3. click here for the bllk ver.

∘ includes: nsfw, praise, degradation, worship, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, choking

Gojo: words of affirmation

➳❥ teasing you is gojo’s favorite pastime

➳❥ his mouth is just as much of a weapon in bed than it is outside of it

➳❥ he thrives on telling you exactly how he’s making you feel, waiting eagerly for your response

Gojo had been teasing you all day, whispering filth in your ear while pretending to be completely innocent about it. His hands roam your body, touching, teasing, worshipping every part of you. Now, with your back arched beneath him, he’s got his mouth pressed right against your ear, purring out every single dirty thought he’s had about you.

"Look at you, baby. So pretty for me. You know you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, right?" His hips snap forward sharply, making you gasp, and he laughs, biting down on your earlobe.

"Aw, you love this, don’t you? Being stuffed full, hearing me tell you how pretty you are like this. Shit, taking me so well, gorgeous. Say it. Tell me how good I make you feel."

Your words stumble out between breathless moans, and his grin turns positively wicked. He leans down, lips brushing over your throat. "That’s my good girl, fuck, I could listen to you all night."

Geto: acts of service

➳❥ geto believes in taking care of what is his

➳❥ his version of love is delayed gratification, and making you earn it

➳❥ he loves seeing you fall apart under his control, and giving you exactly what you desire

You want to come, sweetheart?" Geto’s voice is deep, smooth, almost too gentle for the way he’s got you spread out before him, your wrists bound with silk, his fingers moving just slow enough to drive you insane.

You nod desperately, your back arching off the mattress, but he only hums in amusement, drawing lazy circles where you need him most. "Not yet. Be patient for me."

It’s agonizing, the way he touches you with careful precision, keeping you right at the edge but never letting you fall over it. He’s watching you with dark, amused eyes, loving the way you tremble beneath him.

"There it is, that sweet little whimper. One more, and I might let you have it." He leans down, pressing his lips to your stomach, before whispering, "Or maybe I’ll just keep you like this all night."

Nanami: quality time

➳❥ when it comes to you, nanami doesn’t like to rush things

➳❥ he values every second with you and wants to savor it all 

➳❥ he wants to make sure that you’re getting everything that you can out of each other

Nanami isn’t in a rush. He takes his time with you—his large hands roaming your body like he’s memorizing every inch, his mouth trailing slow, reverent kisses along your skin.

"We have all night," he murmurs, voice husky as he holds your chin, making sure you look him in the eye as he sinks into you. The stretch is slow, deliberate, and his breath shudders when you clench around him. 

You whimper, fingers clutching at his shoulders, and he rewards you with a deep kiss, one that makes your head spin. "I want you to feel everything, love. Every single second of it." His forehead rests against yours, his eyes locked onto you, watching every little expression, every flutter of your lashes, every quiver of your lips.

“You’re doing so well for me.” His praise is quiet, sincere, sending a shiver down your spine. “I could stay like this forever.”

His pace never falters—deep, unrelenting, forcing you to experience every sensation as he drags you higher and higher. And when you finally shatter, he’s right there, murmuring praises against your lips, making sure you know just how precious you are to him.

Toji: gift giving/receiving

➳❥ toji loves spoiling you in the filthiest way possible

➳❥ he loves buying you anything from expensive lace to silk restraints

➳❥ if you belong to him, you should look the part too 

"Go on, babygirl. Show me how much you like the gifts I got you."

You feel barely covered in the delicate lace Toji had thrown onto the bed earlier, the straps thin, the cups sheer, leaving nothing to the imagination. His dark green eyes devour you, and a wicked smirk curves his lips as he tugs lazily at the belt on his pants.

"Fuck, look at you," he murmurs, beckoning you closer with two fingers. You barely take a step before he’s grabbing your hips, his large hands roaming possessively.

"Too damn pretty for your own good," he mutters, snapping the delicate lace with one sharp tug. You gasp, but his grin only widens. "It’s cute that you thought I bought this just for you to wear it.” His smirk is dangerous, voice thick with amusement. “Take it off, sweetheart. Show me how much you appreciate my gifts.”

You strip down for him, standing there bare, vulnerable, and all his. His lips trail down your body, his mouth leaving heated kisses over every inch of exposed skin. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs as grabs your wrist, yanking you down onto his lap, making you feel just how hard he is beneath you. His calloused fingers tracing every curve, every dip, every inch of bare, exposed skin.

"So fucking beautiful," he mutters, his mouth hot against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. He leaves dark bruises along your throat, your chest, your thighs, marking you up like his own personal masterpiece.

His voice is filthy as he slides a hand between your legs, fingers teasing your already soaked folds. "Shit, you're dripping. You really do like when I spoil you, huh?"

His fingers sink inside, two thick digits curling just right, his other hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at him."Be a good girl and ride my fingers." His smirk is downright wicked, his eyes dark and teasing. "Show me how much you love me, baby."

Sukuna: physical touch

➳❥ sukuna wants to make sure that you can feel him everywhere for days 

➳❥ he loves touching all over your body, feeling every shake and tremor that he causes 

➳❥ since you’re his girl, you better take everything he gives you

When Sukuna wants your attention, he takes it.

Tonight, he has you completely bare, sprawled out beneath him as he drags his claws over your skin—slow, teasing, almost lazy. You shudder when he traces a path between your breasts, his rough fingertips barely grazing your sensitive nipples before trailing lower, over your stomach, down to your thigh.

"Tsk, look at you," he muses, voice thick with amusement. "Shaking already? I haven’t even done anything yet."

His hands are everywhere—gripping your waist, groping your thighs, sliding up to your throat just to feel your pulse race beneath his fingers. He’s drinking in every little reaction, every hitched breath, every whimper, every desperate roll of your hips.

When he finally gives you what you want, pushing his fingers inside you without warning, you cry out, back arching off the bed. His other hand snakes around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin.

"Fuck, you’re tight." His voice is dark, husky, completely intoxicated with the way you pulse around his fingers. His lips curl into a smirk as he watches you squirm beneath him. "Bet you’d cum just from this, wouldn’t you? So desperate for me you’d make a mess all over my hand?"

You cry out, nails scratching down his back, and he grins, enjoying every second of your struggle. "Tch, what’s the matter? Thought you could handle me, woman."

© kingkaizen | do not copy, steal, or duplicate!

[luvfy0dor]

“My Knuckles Were Bruised Like Violets ♡⁠˖” Boxer!Vi x F!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Description; headcannons and scenario- VI running straight to her girl after a win

Warnings; boxing, fighting, cuts/bruises, injury, not proofread smh, this is so self indulgent it hurts

A/n; my wife bro I love vi so much 😽 I've never written for her before so if it seems a little ooc let me know with POLITE constructive criticism so I can fix it!! I also know very minimal stuff about boxing but I wanted to write this anyways 😞 this isn't pit fighter vi but is adjacent to pit fighter vi

Headcannons!! ༊*·˚

→ On occasion, Vi asks you to spar with her. She'll help you put on those big gloves with the targets on the palms and just go at it for a couple minutes.

→ Sometimes when she's satisfied with your brief sessions, she'll ask you if you wanna switch places and try throwing the punches. She'd watch with a grin as you tried to focus on hitting her palms as hard as possible, hyping you up and correcting your form. "Come on, lift those shoulders up Cupcake."

→ Before her matches, she'd locate you in the crowd and give you a flashy, confident grin, her canines reminding you of a fierce mountain-lion.

→ Though she was great at what she did, she wasn't immune to losing. When she did lose, she'd be upset, but she'd turn that disgruntlement into motivation to do better and spend a little extra time working on sparring, probably with other boxers who could simulate an actual match.

→ But when she won, which was most of the time, she immediately celebrated with you, still high on adrenaline after a solid knockout or accumulation of points. She'd excitedly hop around the ring in triumph, smiling and watching you cheer along with her.

→ She shows off trophies, medals, and belts with one arm holding the prize in the air and the other arm around your waist..😝

→ She lets you inspect her cuts and bruises after matches, even after reassuring you that the people "patched her up fine". She's got a habit of picking at scabs and you often gotta pull her hands away and clean the blood off of her skin again. Depending on how bad the bleeding is you'll put a bandaid on it, but sometimes it stops with a little bit of pressure.

Scenario ༊*·˚

There was some blood smeared on both Vi and her opponents faces, sweat dripping down their skin as Vi threw the final punch, K.O.'ing the other person. Her heart was pounding loudly in her ears, but she didn't miss the victory bell, raising her fist up in the air and cheering. She took a handful of deep breaths, her vision stabilizing again as she searched the crowd for you. When your eyes met, she gave you her usual flashy smile, ready to drop her arm, but the referee just raises it right back up. The arena erupted in cheers for Vi, and her chest rose and fell at a decreasing pace. She pointed to you and blew you a kiss, heading to her corner to meet with her crew and get the sweat and blood patted off of her face. She spoke with a lady who asked a couple basic questions about how she felt after winning and was awarded a medal, the shiny gold reflecting all the lights that shone down onto the ring as she held it up proudly for everyone to see. She took in the sight of the crowd, though as usual her eyes reverted right back to their fixated position on you. As you started to move from your spot to come see her, she quickly went to see her opponent and thank them for a good match before exiting the ring to get to you.

"Cupcake! Good fight, right? The judges sure thought so." She says proudly, holding the medal out for you. You held it gently in your hands, feeling the weight of the award and raising your brows. "Geez, that thing is heavy duty." You say. "But you deserve every ounce of it- you fought amazing, babe- I couldn't be prouder." You say, a big grin on your face as you put your arms around her neck and lean in for a kiss. Her hands fall to your waist and she returns it, her cheeks red due to her physical activity and now blush from your affection. When you pull away, you cup her cheek and try to wipe some of the dried up blood off of her face, but it doesn't budge. "You'll have to scrub that off later. I was getting a little nervous when she got you straight in your nose." You say, a small smile on your face. Even though you knew Vi was resilient and could take a couple punches to the face, you couldn't help but get a little antsy seeing her bleed. "Does it hurt still?" You reached to brush your thumb acrossed her nose and she scrunched her face up.

"Nah, not real bad atleast. And you've gotten better with your worrying, the first time you came to one of these fights I coulda sworn you cried for me." She laughs, pushing some of your hair back and kissing your forehead. "But c'mon, lets get outta here asap, I'm ready to leave." She says, holding you close while she waves to the spectators and holds up her medal, walking out of the arena with her arm around something far more valuable than any award- you.

A/n; I'm actually kinda scared NGL cuz Ive never written for arcane, I've always stayed to BSD for the most part and it's always a little nerve wracking writing for a new demographic. Trust I'll be writing more bsd soon, but I also wanted to drop some arcane stuff.

[xoxoaugust]

the cut that always bleeds

what happens to him after you tell him you want to take a break? And does he convince you otherwise?

featuring: Isagi, Rin, Bachira, Kunigami (post wc), Chigiri, Nagi, Reo, Shidou

an: inspired by The Cut That Always Bleeds by Conan Gray. CHIGIRIS IS SO BAD IDK WHY, HES TOO PERFECT I CANT DO ANYTHING. (could you tell I got lazy at the end)

But even though you’re killing me !

Rin

Rin began playing soccer because of his elder brother, and he keeps playing soccer because of his older brother, but this time the motive is revenge. You guys probably broke up because his obsession with beating Sae and Isagi was so intense. The constant distance and miscommunication because of how long he would practice, you slowly fade into the background of his life. Day after day, it was like you were begging for him to even spare you any attention. You couldn’t take it anymore, so you called for a break. He cared, correction, cares. He still loves you, so much. And he hates himself for letting you go, even for a little bit.

I need you like the air I breathe !

Nagi, Isagi

Nagi

Nagi never thought he’d ever be with anyone, mainly because it was a hassle and that no one would really want to deal with the laziness. During the time of your relationship, you would be doing all of the work. Cleaning up, making sure he ate, making sure he bathed himself. It felt like a never ending chore. He tried for you, he really did. He’d try to do what he could, but he could never find the energy to do so. The relationship felt one sided to say the least, even though it wasn’t, he truly cared. The break was… rough for him. He mustered the energy to beg you to stay, but it wasn’t enough. You said that he didn’t love you, but to him, loving you came as easy as breathing.

Isagi

Isagi is a kind boy, he’d never hurt you on purpose, but alas here we are. You knew soccer would always be his top priority, his first love, you didn’t know it would be the cause for your demise. Though he’d spend time with you, it always felt like he was somewhere else, in his head. On the unfortunate day prior to when you brought up the concern, his practice didn’t go well. He didn’t mean to snap, he’d never do that to you. He stayed up all night waiting at your door. When you opened it the morning after, you were met with him sleeping on the floor. The guilt was overbearing but to prioritized yourself, he agreed to go on a break with him for a bit. In the end you did get back together, he treasured you like no other. He loved you like oxygen.

I need you more than me !

Reo, Bachira

Reo

Reo loves you more than anything. He treated you well, divided his time equally for his career and for you. So what’s the catch? His status, his family. You grew up a normal person, not too much not too little, you were humble and kind. That’s what he loved about you, unlike all the other rich girls his parents would set him up with. Going against his parent’s wishes came with consequences. Every event, every dinner, every meeting, they would disrespect you. The worst part? He couldn’t even do anything. He’d try to defend you, but it would get shot down instantly. You gave up, you were tired of it. Every little comment, his father telling him to marry a proper woman, his mother talking about some pretty rich girl who is top of her class and wants to meet him. As soon as you brought up the issue, he went to his parents and told them off. It didn’t work though, but he tried. You told him that the both of you needed a break. He flipped out. He was willing to cut off communication with his parents, or even give them an ultimatum. He needed you more than he needed himself, more than his connections and relationships. It’s safe to say that break never happened.

Bachira

Bachira is a playful soul, he was childish and sweet. Growing up being bullied takes a toll on one’s self esteem though, even though he’d never say it. He’d cling to you like a child, he’d go everywhere with you, following you around like a lost puppy. At first it was sweet, he loved you so much and it was obvious that he did. Over time, he’d become a bit possessive. It wasn’t on purpose, he’d prevent you from hanging out with certain friends, he’d want you to stay with him all the time. When you broke it off with him, he’d show up at your door with flowers, candy, a random Knick-knack that reminded him of you. He loved you more than he loved himself, and it broke your heart to see him this way, but you told him it wasn’t the end. You told him to focus on himself, protect his own peace and learn to love his own self before loving another.

I need you more than anything !

Kunigami, Chigiri, Shidou

Kunigami

Kunigami was your boyfriend before he went to blue lock. Your relationship was perfect, he was perfect. When he got selected for the Blue Lock project, you were so excited for him. Your boy was going to make his career that he deserved. Imagine your surprise when your kind and sweet boy with bright eyes comes back completely changed. He didn’t smile, didn’t laugh, the light in his eyes was gone. Everytime you tried to make him smile, it just didn’t work. His face would look stoic and unfazed. You were considering bringing up a break, but you knew that he needed support more than anything. He needed someone to rely on. One night while watching a movie, you finally asked him what had happened in that facility. You saw his face pale and his demeanor shift entirely but he gave you a dry answer and moved on. Moments later, you cuddled into his side while caressing the side of his head. Confused at the sudden affection, he asked what happened. You smiled while replying with “I figured you needed one.” There it was, the bread winning smile you wanted to see so badly. As soon as you thought things were going well, he call you over to tell you he wanted a break. He said that in his current state of mind, he couldn’t bring himself to love you like you deserved. He promised to come back to you, and to love you with all he had.

Chigiri

Though Chigiri wasn’t as sensitive towards his injury, there were moments that he’d get so jittery that he’d lash out horrifically. You were an understanding and supportive partner, and he’d never hurt you (EMOTIONALLY) on purpose. It had been a while now that you felt pushed aside when it came to his soccer career, but you cared for him and his dreams you stayed put. One day, during a game, he pulled a muscle in his leg. He went nearly insane, praying that it wasn’t going to render him injured. When he went home that day, he was cleared, it wasn’t a severe injury but the mental repercussions did immense damage. You congratulated him on the win, telling him how proud you were of him. He completely ignored you. When asked what was wrong, he lashed out. “Why are you always nagging me?!” Uh woah? You were so confused, you were just expressing concern for him. “I don’t need your pity or your concerns, just leave me alone.” So you did, and he didn’t like it. You didn’t bother him, didn’t speak to him and didn’t look at him for almost a week before he finally broke the silence. “Why are you ignoring me?” You gave him the nastiest look before replying with, “didn’t you want that?” He looked down in embarrassment, because he did say that not too long ago. That’s when you suggested a bit of time away from each other to focus on oneself. He didn’t like that idea but he understood, and he promised to wait for you. (He’d wait a thousand lifetimes if it meant he could be with you).

Shidou

I have this feeling Shidou had some internal complex with his own personality. He knows he is a lot, unapologetically so, but he just wants to be loved and appreciated for who he is. You gave him that, you matched his energy, you laughed at his stupid jokes. You were are perfect for him. Everything was perfect with you two until you noticed his… unique closeness with a specific someone. That someone being none other than, Sae Itoshi. It felt silly to feel uncomfortable about it, so you kept it to yourself. It wasn’t until he began spending more and more time with Sae, that you said something. He brushed it off, saying that they’re just good friends and it’s all in good fun. This was a constant in your relationship. No matter how much you expressed how uncomfortable it made you, he kept acting the same way with Sae. You decided to take a break, not permanently, but just long enough so you can have time to self soothe and he can spend all the time with Sae he wants. When you suggested it, to say he went crazy is an understatement. He asked maybe a million questions. “Did I do something wrong? Is this about Sae? Are you breaking up with me?” You urged him to relax, emphasizing that this was in fact temporary. You told him this was just a for-the-time-being matter and that you will come back for him. The defeated look on his face could fill you with enough guilt to fit into maybe a thousand barrels. You told him that your story together wasn’t over, there was still so much that the two of you have to do together, to just wait and see.

xoxo, august

[love-likenoother]

Stray Kids Fic Recs

• empty words by @4linos : you thought you’d tell him about the pregnancy with excitement, but his cold rejection shatters your hopes. Now, with everything crumbling, you must figure out how to move forward | angsty!! (i felt emotions i never thought i had with this one :') )

• home sweet home by @havenhyunjin : texts with your roommate, who apparently low key wants to be more. | cutest pining and fluff

• still trying by @jsabimi : cute painter hyune x pining after a closed hearted reader | a new series but writer is a fave of mine and has amazing humor so i'm looking forward to this series with sweetheart hyune, pining, fluff, suggestive and angst

• echoes of love by @astraystayyh : If given the choice would you love minho again? yes, you would've once said in a heartbeat. but now, you aren't sure of your response anymore. | amazing angst and tension, my heart was beating like crazy for a lot of this mini series got me sweating in my seat lmao

• insecurity w felix by @thewinter-eden : You and your best friend Felix love to bake together, and lately he has been ON FIRE with the pastries. Unfortunately, being secretly in love with Felix, you start to worry that his habit (love language) of sharing his treats with you is causing you to gain too much weight. | angst, as a bigger girlie this really touched my soul :')

• ot8 he ruins your birthday by @chlix | angst..again lol but its the best kind and really well written i promise

• attitude adjustment w seungmin by @baby-yongbok | smut

• i'm in love with you!! by @giddyfatherchris : bff to lovers w felix! | pure fluff

• wishful thinking by @withleeknow : cute lee know being soft and pining after reader | okay..this series!!!! it got me into reading series i used to be a short fic only person but this one is so good it made me want to find other good ones. fluff, smut, angst

• the best that is yet to come by @cbini | yknow that vampire chan pic........ yeah :) smut

• thoughts of him by @hwajin | it's a cute little museum of hyunjin mix of fluffy stuff and smut

• when you cancel plans bc you're feeling insecure by @hyunjins-orange-slice-too : hurt/comfort | okay this is also something i relate too wayyyy too well and the way this was written, like. felt like i was healing. (write also just writes amazing chan stuff in general and abt things i feel other writers dont write abt so is def a comfort blog)

• ot8 he calls you clingy series by @dazed-xx | one of my favorite origional clingy series she did a long time ago super angsty

• ot8 loving on chubby gf by @charmerchannie | so cute and again, makes me all warm, fuzzy and worthy as a bigger girl, lil angsty and fluffy

[w2soneshots]

Hiya could you do a w2s one shot where reader tends to get anxious in big crowds so like a sidemen party situation, and as a way to indicate that to harry, they either link their pinky with his or brush his hand so he can take them outside for some fresh air for a little while and prevent them getting overwhelmed??

I’ve got you -W2S

words: 1.3k+

warnings: angst, protective harry, talk of anxiety, alcohol consumption, the boys are cuties.

summary: you and Harry go on a night out with the sidemen and the side girls to celebrate you buying a house, though it doesn’t go exactly how you thought it would.

notes: hi! I combined this with another request that’s a little more of him being protective (🤭), hope you don’t mind🫶🏼. Who doesn’t love a bit of angsty comfort, hehe. Enjoy!!🥂✨ (this is also written in second person because I’ve decided -155 fics deep- that I like it more😅)

"Almost ready to go love?" Your long term boyfriend, Harry, asked after popping his head into one of your spare rooms, that you newly converted into your dressing room, the other being his office.

"Yup," You responded with a soft smile, "I'm just gonna pick out some shoes. I'll be two seconds." He nodded before replying, "Oki dokie!" Then he swiftly heading downstairs.

The sound of you coming down the steps filled the house just a few minutes later. "Gosh, we really need to get some more furniture, everything echoes," Harry noted as you joined him in the kitchen.

You'd made the step of moving into your own home together just two weeks ago. Though it felt like no time at all. After spending years living with the two Cals you collectively decided that you were ready and it made sense since you'd been together for so many years.

"Agreed, though we don't really need to rush. Let's make it really... us." You had the basic stuff but no real decoration, meaning it felt a little bit empty.

Tonight you're going out with the usual sidemen group. The girls organised a little 'congrats on buying a house' party -which was kinda just an excuse to meet up and have some fun- and since the sidemen's schedule was so busy you were all only just getting around to it.

You decided to be the designated driver for tonight since you couldn't really be arsed with the whole 'getting leathered' thing, even though the night out was technically for you and Harry. Which meant Harry could drink as much as he'd like, though he wouldn't, because he never did when he was with you... just in case.

"Everything okay?" Harry asked softly as you drove, a concerned expression covering his features as his hand made its way to your thigh. "Hm? Yeah. Just... just a little anxious- and don't ask me why because I don't know," you replied, eyes flickering from him and then back to the road.

"Okay," he replied calmly then turned on the playlist that he made you for your birthday last year. You giggled and any worries floated away, as the music distracted you completely. He always knew what you needed.

Just a few minutes later you arrived outside of the club. You parked the car around back and then walked hand in hand towards the entrance.

"Gosh, it's loud as fuck in here!" You had to push yourself onto your tiptoes and yell into Harry's ear for him to hear you over the booming music. He agreed with a look of annoyance and a firm nod.

"Hi!" Talia shrieked when she spotted you, instantly pulling you into a hug. "You smell incredible," you complemented as you parted. "Simon got me... god, what's it called! I don't know, anyway, a new perfume for my birthday. I love it," she replied before ushering you over to the table, leaving Harry with the boys.

As Faith was showing you the pictures she'd taken of Olive -her face covered in orange pasta sauce- just before she left, Harry came over. "You alright sweetheart?" He asked, already a few beers deep and clearly not bothered about the girls surprised looks over the nickname (that he only uses behind closed doors).

"Yeah, thanks babe," you replied reassuringly. "Okay, I'm just over there if you need me." He pointed to the bar where Simon and Ethan were sat, laughing so hard they were close to spilling the drinks in their hands. You nodded slowly and sat watching as he waited a moment before reluctantly leaving.

"That boy loves you y/n," Faith said into your ear. You couldn't help but smile. He really did, and you loved him just as much.

An hour or two later the groups had merged and were now all sat around the long table, one side a cushioned booth, the other chairs, though the boys sat laughing at one end while the girls listened to Freya's captivating gossip at the other.

"I'm just gonna go to the bathroom," you whispered to Talia, who sat next to you, you took a sip of your -nonalcoholic- drink before sliding out of the booth. Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend was carefully watching as you weaved through the crowd of sweaty, dancing individuals.

Just before you got to the toilets you felt a hand grab your arm from behind. You turned quickly and your stomach dropped. At first you assumed it was a fan. They'd sometimes get a little too close for comfort when they were drunk. Though you weren't sure this was the case.

A tall-ish man stood in front of you, he had a scraggly beard and smelt like cigarettes. "Hello dear, would you like to come home with me?" He babbled drunkenly, reaching his hand out to touch your waist. "Uh-" before you could form a response or move a loud "excuse me mate!" Was heard behind him before the guy was firmly pushed aside, making him groan as he stumbled into a table.

Your eyes widened in shock, then your heart began to race. The room started to spin and your vision- "hey," Harry's soft, soothing voice filled your ears. You scrambled to grab his pinky finger, something you'd started to subconsciously do whenever you were feeling overwhelmed and needed out of a situation.

He glanced down and then snapped into action "It's okay, I've got you. Let's go get some air." He put his arm around you and lead you outside. All the while the boys were stood around the creep, JJ shouting something inaudible -but definitely not kind- at him.

You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding in when the cool London air hit your skin. Harry waited patiently for you to say something, his hand still on your shoulder.

"Considering you hate confrontation, that was impressive," you finally said. He chuckled, feeling instantly relieved that you seemed alright. "I don't know where it came from. He was a weirdo and when he tried to touch you-" "I know," you interrupted him, voice hushed, "thank you."

Ethan had gotten security and the guy was escorted out. You didn't want some idiot to ruin your fun night out with your friends so you decided to rejoin the group.

"You good?" Tobi asked kindly as you and Harry re-approached the table. You nodded with a smile. Though you were still a little bit shaken up you knew you were fine and Harry's hand -that was gently rubbing circles on your hip- was reassuring you.

The rest of the night was spent laughing and drinking, meaning the prior events were soon forgotten. You and Harry were one of the first to call it a night. You thanked the girls for organising everything and said your goodbyes to the boys.

Harry had always been a heavyweight so he didn't really seem very drunk at all. You both hopped into the car and enjoyed the comfortable silence during the drive home. After being in a loud club, talking to your friends all night, your social batteries were drained.

Within half an hour of getting home you'd both gotten unready, taken quick showers and climbed into bed. You let out a tired sigh as Harry wrapped his arms around you, your head snuggled into his chest.

"I feel we can never just enjoy events. It's like I always ruin everything," you said quietly, opening your mind and telling him your thoughts. He shifted so that he could look at your face.

"You don't ruin anything," he replied surely, "I hate going places without you, I need you with me. It's so normal to be anxious love." His fingers rand up and down your side slowly.

You smiled up at him, tears lining your lash line. "I love you," you whispered -so quietly you weren't sure if he'd even heard- after digging your head into his neck. He placed a kiss to the top of your head. "I love you too."

[cuntdestroyer3000]

Lovin’ you

dividers by @mikeykuns

Arthur Morgan x f!reader

hella fluff, mentions of pregnancy, breastfeeding, no physical description of reader, no use of y/n. 750 words.

A/N: I’m having delulu fantasies of being Arthur’s much younger wife who was so scared to be married off to him but realizes he’s just a big teddy bear :3

Because I would fr have that man’s babies.

It was evening when he finally arrived, his hulking figure visible in the distance as neared on horseback.

You’d been waiting for Arthur to come back home. You’d just had your child and it was his first time being away from you since. You had anxiously anticipated his return.

You wanted to run to him but you didn't. You knew the son you had just given him, who fussed lightly in your arms, wouldn’t appreciate that.

So instead of running to greet your husband, you just stood outside waiting, barely able to contain your joy and excitement. You watched him ride, his hips moving fluidly.

He made his way straight to you after taking care of his horse.

“Hey sweetheart.” He gathered you into his arms, hugging you and your child all at once.

“Here uh, for you.” He mumbled and held out some pink and white flowers that he must have picked while he was out.

Arthur loved gathering flowers and you always had fresh ones in the little home you two shared. He was always so shy about it too, but you thought it was sweet.

“Oh Arthur, thank you!”

He blushed as you took the flowers from him eagerly, jostling your baby a bit.

“Here lemme take him.” He said gruffly and gently took your son from your arms.

Your baby boy looked even smaller in Arthur’s arms. The sight of him, so big and strong, such a powerhouse of a man; holding your beautiful child. Something so sweet and innocent, something brought to life by the love you two had for each other. It made your heart swell in your chest. You couldn't help but think about him taking you in your bed, the broken moans he would make as he spilled himself deep inside of you.

You knew you still needed to wait though, your body needed to recover from childbirth. You had given birth in Arthur's arms, crying out as he soothed you. It had been painful and you were still healing, but you couldn’t help your yearning for him.

“That’s my boy.” He murmured to his son, who reached out a little hand. The love in his eyes as he looked down at the little bundle in his arms made you melt.

“Are you hungry?” You asked softly, “Come on inside.”

Arthur followed you into the house, carrying his son with one burly arm. His other snaking around your waist when he caught up to you, pulling you close and kissing the top of your head.

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You cooked him up some of the fish he’d caught while he held and played with the baby. It was hard to keep your eyes off of them; you’d missed Arthur so much, and you had a feeling your son had too.

When the food was ready, you served it to him and sat across the table from him, nursing your baby.

His eyes roved over you as he ate, there was a gleam of affection in them while he smiled softly.

“What?” You asked, smiling and looking down demurely, heat rising to your face.

He shrugged, still smiling.

“Don’t know…just think it’s nice.”

You smiled for real and cupped the back of your baby’s head, looking down at him.

“What’s nice?” You asked softly.

Arthur got up and slowly walked over to you, his large form making you feel especially small since you were sitting down.

He leaned down and kissed the side of your head.

“Seein’ my woman, feedin’ my child like this…”

He reached around you and ran his large hand over his son’s little head.

You felt tears filling your eyes.

“Arthur…” you murmured and turned to face him.

He kissed you softly.

“C’mere” he grunted, gently guiding you up and moving you to the bed you shared.

You settled into his lap, much like how you had when you’d given birth; your back against his bare chest, his shirt recently discarded on the floor somewhere.

“There you go, girl.” He murmured as you sighed, snuggling your face against his neck and getting comfortable. He hummed as held the back of his boy’s head, guiding and helping you get him to latch onto your exposed breast again.

He kissed your temple as you relaxed fully against him, holding you gently and running his hand up and down your arm, your head tucked under his chin.

The baby fussed slightly and then settled, nursing some more before finally falling asleep. You dozed off soon after, and Arthur held the both of you; still wondering what he’d done to deserve something as beautiful and precious as this.

TEEHEEEHEEEE I just had to write something cute and fluffy about him. I haven't even played the game yet but he seems so sweet I love him already.

[hansoleil]

★ ˙ ̟ ─── . “rumor”.

— wonu × reader. — 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: smut (?) — 𝘄. 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1605. — 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: afab reader, heavily suggestive, dirty talk, dom(ish) wonwoo, alcohol, spanking (mention), reader is called a "slut" & inappropriate language. — 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: this one was complicated to translate

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. there was a rumor going around.

“You two act like virgins.”

Wonwoo pondered over the phrase for the umpteenth time since you got home. The funny thing is that he did it as if the subject was truly worthy of reflection, as if it was important.

"... act like a virgin.", is there such a thing as acting like a virgin? Whatever that was — Soonyoung had to be making this up. Wonwoo had never heard anything like it.

The TV remote seemed to be part of the contemplation, as it rested in his hand. The monitor was off, suggesting that he had forgotten to turn on the television — actually, it was better this way. Who the hell decides to watch TV at three in the morning?

"Aren't you going to bed?", you reappeared in the room, now wearing one of your boyfriend's shirts — had gotten rid of the dress you wore for the whole night. You sat on his lap without care, as if sitting there was a birthright. He shook his head slowly, the distant look behind his glasses making it clear he had barely heard you. "Something's wrong?"

Wonwoo hesitated for a few seconds, he was afraid of sounding stupid. And it was stupid. He knew that.

"Do we act like virgins?", he looked too cautious and serious for such a stupid question. You burst out laughing, there was no way to stop it.

"You gotta be joking... you really took that seriously?"

"I didn't... I'm just thinking about it," he tried to dodge the question, but his thoughts were see through.

"But does it matter?"

"I don't know.", the dramatic pause after the phrase took away all his credibility. "Maybe.", in other words, yes.

"Soonyoung was drunk, babe. And he's just not used to being around people who act decently.", you pecked his lips, bumping on his glasses along the way.

"He's not?"

"Of course not. He was literally sitting next to Mingyu, for God's sake.", you added. Mingyu had a reputation of always disappearing with his girlfriend whenever your friend group went out — and everyone knew the reason for their sudden disappearance. Wonwoo agreed, but still didn't seem to have changed his mind. He thought for a few seconds before speaking again.

"Still... do you think I act like a virgin?", you felt like laughing, but managed to stop yourself. Wonwoo had rare moments of being paranoid — usually about silly things. And you loved to play with his mind on these occasions.

"Hmm.", you humed, pretending to think. "Just a little bit.", you made a pinch gesture with your fingers, simulating quantity.

"A little bit?", he seemed in disbelief and somewhat offended.

"Yeah."

"What do you mean?"

"It's just that you're so quiet whenever there's people around us, babe. Sometimes it even seems like you're scared of me.", you shrugged, trying to make the explanation seem casual — you would never admit it, but part of it was kind of true. "Upset?", you tried to hide the teasing tone.

"No.", yes. And it would get even worse.

"They must think I'm the one who's wearing the pants in this relationship, Wonnie. Like I'm used to ordering you around.", now that was clearly a lie.

"Try it.", he replied immediately. You let out a "hm?" in confusion. "Order me around.", he clarified. "You know very well what happens.", his gaze heavy. It was complicated to mess with Wonwoo, but you knew what buttons you had to push.

"So you really got upset, Wonnie? I thought you didn't care about that.", you played with his hair, dismissing your previous comment.

"I don't care. I'm just curious about the way people see me.", he shrugged.

"I talked to the girls about you, by the way. They asked me what you're like in bed...", you didn't think you would share this information with your boyfriend any time soon, but it felt right.

"And what did you say?", he sounded skeptical, hands pressing against your thighs out of reflex.

"Nothing really. You said it yourself you'd rather be reserved about these things."

"They didn't question it?", according to Wonwoo's calculations, the presence of Soonyoung's girlfriend in the conversation might have contributed to the “virgin couple” rumors.

"Of course they did. But then I said we hadn't done much yet, and they just let it go.", it was an interesting memory. You still remember their faces looking a little too shocked, probably thinking you were too innocent to be taking part in that conversation. "It was funny, I came off as a saint."

"Yeah? Wait for them to find out how much you love to get your pussy slapped.", Wonwoo didn't seem very impressed, but your dumbfounded face was enough to get him out of that state — you didn't expect Wonwoo to attack you out of nowhere. "What? Am I lying? I've never seen you cum without getting spanked."

"Of course I can cum without getting spanked.", you retorted, still a little shaken by the sudden switch-up.

"Not with me.", he clarified, tidying the stray strands of your hair in a condescending way. "If I don't treat you like a slut, you won't stop bothering me.", he reminded you lovingly, a sinister smile appearing. "Oh, maybe I should tell Soonyoung that.", it was a bluff, you knew.

"You wouldn't have the courage."

"No? But it's the only way to get rid of this “virgin couple” reputation, love.", he squeezed your jaw with one of his hands, so carefully you barely noticed. "Just imagine: what will he think hearing me talk about how wet you get when I slap your face, hm?", he simulated two slaps on your cheek, as if proving his own point. "Or should I tell him about how I fucked your pretty mouth at his birthday party?", still acting out the speech, his fingers also followed, brushing their tips against your lips. Your body had already heated up completely, Wonwoo knew what he was doing.

"Are you really gonna tease me?"

"I'm just talking to you.", he replied in a corrective tone, as if all of this was really just a simple conversation. "We also need to fix things with your friends. You're not a saint at all...", he looked at you hungrily, knowing you would give in to any of his wishes. "Although I like that you know how to keep your mouth shut, love. My slut doesn't have to show off."

"Your slut?", you asked in disbelief.

"Mine.", he confirmed. "The only one I have."

"I'm not a slut.", even though you hated admitting it (or at least pretended to): you were— especially to Wonwoo.

"Oh no? But I bet you're already wet just by talking to me. That's what a slut would do, love.", you hated him so much in those moments, hated that he was right.

"Why don't you go fuck yourself?"

"Upset?", he repeated your words, almost laughing at your angry expression. "You've been thinking about fucking me since the beginning of this conversation, haven't you? Your act don't fool me.", he tilted his face, the smug smile only growing.

"Wonwoo-"

"No. Listen to me... what if I tell everyone that my little virgin opens her legs for me anywhere, hm?", he threatened to kiss you, rubbing his nose against yours. "That she's a fucking addict. And can only sleep after I fill her little pussy.", he whispered the last part, Wonwoo knew it was fucking filthy and liked to pretend he cared about that.

And you, who couldn't stand a chance at your boyfriend's mercy, already felt feverish. Shivering all over, your body seemed to ache with need for him, for the things that only he was able to do to you. Squeezing his rigid shoulders, you tried to move on his lap — aiming to sit on the tempting bulge that appeared in the loose pants he was wearing. But, for your displeasure, Wonwoo was an insufferable person who just couldn't let you get what you wanted. He squeezed your thighs firmly, keeping you still.

"Wonnie, don't be like this...", you whimpered. "Let me, please. Just a little bit..."

"Let you what?"

"Let me-", you tried to move again, convinced you could. Your boyfriend squeezed you tighter. "Damn it!"

"You're not being clear, love."

"I want you. Fuck me, just a little...", you whined, puppy eyes glistening.

"Oh really? Want me to put you on all fours here on the couch? Or is it better to let you sit on me, hm? Then I can slap this pretty face all you want, love. It's better this way, isn't it? Do you want it like this?", he said softly, your brain unable to process his calm manner. The ache between your legs being the only thing you could focus on, didn't even care about anything else.

Actually, there was something else on your mind. It was all you wanted.

"Yes, Wonnie. However you want, please..."

"However I want? Are you that desperate, my love?", he gasped in a theatrical state of surprise. All you could do was nod, hands running over his torso. "You know I could give you what you want... but I can't ruin the rumors, love.", staring at him in confusion, you didn't know what he meant by that. "You said it yourself. Since I'm oh-so-quiet and... what was it again? I'm also scared of you, right?", he justified.

There's no way, it had to be a joke.

"Then I can't give you what you want, my love."

"Won-"

"Try stepping over my words and it I'll get worse.", he interrupted. "I'll leave you without it for even longer.”

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[luiluvr]

all the stars || luigi mangione

first non-request fic :p …😓😓 this may be more than one part idk idk LMK IF U GUYS ARE INTERESTED!!! this is also highschool!luigi so it’s sfw :3

WARNINGS: none! just a fluff fic 🤍 female!reader, uses of y/n, alternates between luigi’s & reader pov.. proofread but if there’s mistakes lmk! :D

SUMMARY: on a field trip, you happen to bump into some prestigious, all-boys school. one of those boys has been admiring you since you stepped inside, and it’s probably love at first sight—for him.

Luigi’s efforts of staying single and focusing on graduation had been excellent. Sure, he pondered the wonderful world of love his buddies described- as they spoke on their loving, gorgeous girlfriends. He never got to that point, even when a girl did try and talk to him, he was too nervous—despite his occasional, cheesy pick up lines and natural charisma; deep down he didn’t think he was a good ‘other half.’ His friends encouraged him to meet someone, or go on a blind date with one of their girlfriend’s friends, but he refused. It wasn’t a waste of time rather it was his own nerves kicking his ass when he actually liked someone.

And oh boy, were those nerves kicking in now.

He was still in high school—specifically his senior year. It may not be much to other students; but he sees it as his final opportunity to excel and show his potential to the colleges he wanted to attend. No time for a relationship in that chaos, right?

Wrong.

He was staring down the prettiest girl he’d ever seen in his entire life. Right now. On this field trip. He wasn’t sure if it was the gray zip-up sweater, or if it was really warm inside. All he knew was he saw you.

You were so pretty with your knitted sweater and maroon-colored skirt. If he could he would’ve just dropped to his knees right there in front of you. He was in over his head, he didn’t know your name, but he already fell in love with you. Just by your smile you flashed to probable friends, the way you inspect the paintings in the museum, the way your eyes flutter as you listen intently to the tour guide.

Everything about you is perfect.

He exhaled shaky, he felt like a creep for staring so hard. He might’ve gazed a hole in the back of your head if he kept on. His buddy Grady noticed—he grins and elbows Luigi, “Staring’s considered rude, Luigi.” He laughs quietly as to not disturb the tour. “Oh shut up, Grady.” Luigi mumbles. Grady was an A-Class, nosey-ass; but Luigi liked him. He could be fun to have around sometimes. “She’s just really pretty.”

Grady pointed at you, with your little clutch in hand, “The one in the sweater?” Luigi nodded. “She looks like she fell right out of a painting.” He says.

Grady chuckles, bumping him again, “You’re whipped, dude.”

“So what? I can like a pretty girl if I want.” He says defensively.

“Never said you couldn’t. It’s just odd for you.” Well he wasn’t lying… Luigi sighed, “I know.” He continues walking forward, then Grady leans next to his ear as he’s inspecting some little archive. “You should go talk to her. The tour’s gonna end soon, she isn’t gonna notice if you don’t say something.”

Unfortunately, Grady was right. Very right. Luigi pushed forward, shoving his hands in his jean pockets—trying to reach where you were near the front. He did. You weren’t even a foot away, you looked so beautiful. His mouth went dry, he rubs his arm as you’re reading over the description of some rock or fossil, whatever. He clears his throat softly, moving a tad bit closer to you.

You take notice, assuming he wants to read as well. “Sorry.” You said quietly. He shakes his head, putting a hand up, “No, no worries, you’re not doing anything.” He flashed a gentle smile, you nod, glancing back at the text. Come on Luigi, get it together! He breathes out and reaches a hand out, nervously. “I’m Luigi.”

“Y/N,” you replied. He was pretty cute, he had a firm handshake that showed confidence and his hazel eyes glimmered. “I hope I’m not bothering you, I wanted to talk to you before we all leave. I think you’re—absolutely beautiful and I’m hoping.. maybe if you’re okay with it, I can have your number and we could hang out the rest of the tour?” He grins anxiously. It was so endearing to you. It was rare for a high school boy to be this nervous and giddy to ask for your number; and to be so respectful about it too?

“Sure, I don’t mind, That sounds nice actually.” You returned a kind smile and he handed you his phone discreetly for the tour guide’s sake and you punched in your contact info. Saving yourself as Y/N—what else would it be? “Awesome…” He murmured. “So, Y/N, how old are you?”

“Seventeen,” you state. “You?”

“Same—seventeen. I turn eighteen in May.” He says proudly, “Happy early birthday. Even though that’s… Four months away.” You chuckle, the two of you begin walking along with the groups, he had his hands in his pockets, while yours were folded behind your back.

The conversation continued, friendly banter and getting to know each other. He attended an all-boys school out in Maryland. Far from here. He was incredibly smart too, he spoke high of his achievements and he wanted to attend UPenn — a very impressive school. It made sense for him though. Looks and smarts aside, he was a realistic guy — for a teenager anyway. It was a relief talking to someone the same speed as you, who was just enjoying life and working to achieve what satisfies them.

He was also into robotics, he even complained a little about how his robot lost a recent competition and that he told the coach he should’ve been given the remote — but no one listened to him!

“That’s inspiring.” You say, and he just grins. He has such a sweet smile too. His cheeks have little dimples, the way his eyes squint and crease at the corners, he shrugs nonchalantly, “It’s nothin’ really, just trying to stay caught up.” He states, glancing around, he thinks before motioning you closer. “Wanna see something cool?”

“What do you mean?” You questioned, he tips his head to the side, gesturing to follow him. However, you don’t think it’s the smartest idea to wander off from the group in a building like this; but Luigi insisted. “I’ve been on this tour a bunch of times, trust me, we’ll be fine. Come on now.” He ushers you, grabbing your hand as the other kids walked on without second glances. You both share a bit of laughter as you moved briskly in the direction he lead you — subconsciously squeezing your hand every now and then. As he slowed down, he pushed open a door, you got distracted reading a flyer outside and he immediately tugged you inside, the door shutting behind your back.

He watches your expression intensely as you look around, it’s a planetarium. The ceiling was casted with a starry sky, although—most likely—not real time stars, it looked gorgeous anyway. It cast a soft light, the room mainly dim.

Luigi admired you as you admire the stars. “Even if it isn’t the sky right now, it’s fascinating to think that all the stars can look like this.” You murmur, finally looking at Luigi, who’s still watching you with a big, dorky smile. “What?” You laugh.

“Nothing. Just admiring the view.” He replies.

“The one up there’s nicer, you know”

“Yeah, but the one right in front of me is better.”

[angelluv16]

Rumor Has It

✩: Kaia Jenner, the youngest Kardashian-Jenner, is an up-and-coming actress. When F1 driver Charles Leclerc casually calls her his favorite actress, the internet goes crazy. What starts as rumors turns into a whirlwind of drama, chemistry, and public scrutiny.

Part 2

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warnings: Hate, fluff, Angst, Language,

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It was one of those perfect days where everything felt easy. The sun was out, but it wasn’t too hot, and the pool was the perfect temperature. I was just in a cute bikini and some oversized sunglasses, lounging by the pool with a drink in hand, trying to forget about the chaos of my usual routine.

Kendall was nearby, chatting with Kim while the kids ran around, yelling and splashing. The little ones were being loud as usual, but today, I didn’t mind. There’s something kind of calming about it. Stormi was jumping into Kylie’s arms over and over, laughing each time, while North was teaching Chicago how to swim. They were so cute together.

I didn’t really have much to do but soak in the moment. It felt nice not having to worry about anything—no cameras, no interviews, just family. It was rare we could all be together like this without any kind of press or work obligations getting in the way. It was just… us.

I decided to join in on the fun. I jumped up from my chair, slipped into the pool, and instantly felt the cool water on my skin. The kids screamed in excitement when they saw me, and before I knew it, I was caught in a pool game of tag with them.

Saint grabbed my arm, trying to pull me under, and I couldn't stop laughing when he managed to splash me in the face. "Got you!" he yelled, grinning. I splashed him back, and we kept going, the sound of the water mixing with all the giggles.

Kendall jumped in next, tossing me a pool floatie as she joined the chaos. We were all running around, making waves and having the time of our lives. It was like being a kid again—no responsibilities, just the pure joy of being together.

Eventually, I ended up on the floatie, lying back and staring at the sky as the kids continued to play. Stormi climbed up next to me, lying down with her little head resting on my arm. "You’re the best," she said softly, her tiny voice making me smile.

I looked down at her, brushing her hair out of her face. "You’re the best, Stormi."

It was one of those days that reminded me of why I loved my family so much. The laughter, the chaos, and the love—it was everything. And honestly, it was perfect just the way it was. No cameras, no expectations. Just us.

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{caption 1: Pool Day💕☀} {caption 2: My little stormi 💕💕}

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charles leclerc: The Prettiest

kaia.jenner: Thank you But have you seen yourself🤭

charlesleclerc: yeah But you beat everyone

kaia.jenner: You flatter me to much.

username11: Girl ur stunning

kyliejenner: My baby🥰🥰

username12: She's so big wtf

username13: such a cutie

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kaia.jenner: Pool day with my fav

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kyliejenner: Love youuuu 😘❤️

kendalljenner: Pool days are the best

username14: Couldn’t ask for a better fam. I’m loving these posts

username15: Do they do anything that isn’t on camera?

username16: The third photo omfg.

username17: right why is no one talking about that photo.

username18: Imagine the guy that gets to kiss her and hold her omfg He's so lucky. ♥︎ by charlesleclerc

charlesleclerc: Hope you didn’t lose any pool races

username18: ARIANA?!?!?!

username19: Oh this is crazy

kaia.jenner: Lost most of them

charlesleclerc: Then I need to give you some lessons huh?

kaia.jenner: tell me when and I'll be their I need to be North

username19: this shit is crazy like wtf

username20: DID HE JUST OMFG

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