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His hope and his legacy. Forever stamped in a hall of champions, his name shines the brightest.
YH, TCC.
#hanyu yuzuru#yuzuru hanyu#yuzuru misc#hanyu#yuzuru#羽生結弦#TCC#figure skating#he is iconic#two time olympic champion#things#forever#goat
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i want you to know i’m literally kicking my feet and giggling anytime you do anything yuuta related
teehee this ask is old but i’m gonna use it as an opportunity to talk more about tennis player yuuta in light of spending my entire day watching the olympics
let’s talk about yuuta girlfailure core <3 ik i wrote a drabble about you pretending to want tennis lessons to get in his pants, but allow me to offer you this: he legitimately cannot be around you, much less attempt to be your teacher if you decide you wanna dress up in a tennis skirt. the first time he sees you in one (or worse, on the little tennis dresses) he makes up some excuse about having to take a call or not feeling well, when really he’s just in the bathroom trying to get a grip (and it does not work).
the second time you get all dressed up for lessons from him, he pawns you off to megumi. he doesn’t want to disappoint you with completely cancelling your lessons and wasting your time, so he figures his very decorated doubles partner will make for a good stand in teacher while yuuta scurries back inside and takes a very cold shower.
and when he finally does get a hold of himself, it’s not even like he goes easy on you bye, he’s pummeling you but it’s only bc he’s so frustrated, and unfortunately for you, tennis happens to be his outlet 😭 when you finally march you way over to his side of the court and grab him by the ear and ask him what his problem is he’s literally trying to count sheep in his head to avoid saying something embarrassing or flat out moaning because wow you look kinda good when you’re mad and him and why does the pain of you pulling at him feel kind of good and he’s wondering if he just stands there long enough if you’ll slap him and, and—
“yuuta okkotsu are you whimpering?”
“no…. maybe,” he pouts, dipping his head down to rest it against your shoulder. he can feel the vibrations of your laughter as he shamefully confesses, “i didn’t know i’d have a thing for you doing this and… dressing like that but i do.”
“yeah, join the club, loser,” you giggle when he pulls back with a scrunched expression. you smile as you press your index finger between his furrowed brows, “the only reason i have any remote interest in learning to play is because you look crazy good while you’re playing.”
“oh, okay…. wait—really?”
you nod earnestly and it paints the sweetest blush across yuuta’s cheeks. instinctually you reach out to pinch them, bemused by how your boyfriend has the ability to go from hitting a ball several miles per hour to being reduced to a reddening mess at the touch of your fingers.
“yes, really,” you tell him, “but i do actually want to learn, so we’re going to have to figure out a way to do this that doesn’t involve you running away, or me getting clobbered by tennis balls.”
“yeah, okay,” he nods, breathless, and that intense look is back in his eyes when he places his hands on your hips, “but, not now. later. i don’t want to play anymore.”
#anonymous#my favorite girlfailure <3333 him and satoru.... theyre blood relatives for sure#yuuta okkotsu 24 yrs old grand slam champion multi national champion and now two olympic gold medals#and hes CRUMBLING at the sight of his girlfriend in a tennis skirt........... pathetic....... need that. BAD#jjk x reader#see also: the first time you get an actual lesson he has you in full leggings and long sleeves 😭... girl failure indeed#this is why he says he doesnt think about you While hes playing in all his interviews 😭#yuuta x reader#tennis au
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Petition for Janja to start with the men and humble them 🤞🏻
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Mark calling Morisi's jump wrong, think his toe is a sal is a sign that HE'S NOT DOING A FUCKING TOE LOOP!
#this is what a clean sambo 70 skater looks like#strip their titles#kaetlyn osmond two time world champion and olympic champion#kaori sakatomo olympic champion#thank you#konner talks skating
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#translation of the first image#2022 future#Brazil eight-time champion#there's no point in rushing in#and there's no point in complaining#it's one it's two it's three it's eight#with the ball we're unbeatable#translation of the second image#search:what happened in 2022#2022 was quite busy#We had war in Ukraine#climate tragedies in Rio de Janeiro#Winter Olympics in China#a slap at the Oscar#fires in Europe#death of Queen Elizabeth II#elections in Brazil and the World Cup
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Yuzu the best... Always 🙏🏻😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😍����❤️💖✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨
Yuzuru Hanyu (JPN): Seimei | 2018 Pyeongchang Olympics
happy olympic seimei day! six years ago, yuzuru hanyu won his second olympic title (and cemented his GOAT status) after a liberating performance of his free skate, seimei, to thunderous applause!
#yuzuru hanyu#pyeongchang 2018#seimei#miracle boy#double olympic champion#double gold medal#two times olympic champion
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Watching Rakhat Bralin skate to Nemesis and it's missing Nathan Chen hours
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── OLYMPICS MASTERLIST
[🌊] DISCIPLINE: SWIMMING
PAIRING: swimmer!mingyu x swimmer!fem reader GENRE: fluff, friends to lovers(ish), idiots that doesn't realise the other one is in love with them too, mingyu is a tease but also down bad WARNINGS: the reader gets hurt (hits her head, nothing too descriptive), mingyu is a hottie WORD COUNT: 3k
SYNOPSIS: what will it take for you and mingyu to finally understand that you're literally meant to be?
natalia's note: @wonijinjin the broad back and bulging biceps are for you
“i can’t do this anymore.”
mingyu's words hit you like a speeding train.
you quickly lifted your head from where you were looking at your fingers splashing the water, facing your best friend.
“w-what?” you asked, horrified. “what do you mean?”
his shoulders dropped, causing the water to ripple around your bodies, and you couldn’t shake off the feeling that you wouldn’t like what he was about to say next.
“i can’t do this anymore. i can’t watch you lose again and again,” he sighed, and dived under the red lane line, emerging a second later right next to you. “it’s,” he took a breath, “heartbreaking.”
with how close he was to you now you didn’t have a choice but to look up, which was stupid because come on - you were in the water. a wole ass swimming pool. like, he could literally submerge himself a little bit more and you’d be eye level, but no. kim mingyu had to flash everyone in the damn room with his godly sculptured chest and shoulders.
you mentally scolded yourself for losing the last ounces of your dignity over a man, because why was it so hard for you to peel your eyes off his pecs? and a quiet voice inside your head was telling you that mingyu didn’t do this by accident - he knew how it affected you. but it shouldn’t. you were best friends after all.
and best friends didn’t look at each other’s chests. and wide shoulders. and bulging biceps.
“then stop being such a bitch, kim mingyu,” you cleared your throat, suddenly very interested in the purple “paris 2024” banners over his head. “if it’s breaking your heart then that’s your problem, not mine.”
mingyu rolled his eyes, and quickly lifted his hand to splash water at you, making you shriek. what a shame god didn’t bless you with quicker reflexes, so you could cover your eyes at least. it was funny how people used to tell your coach that it would be for the best to split your training sessions because you didn’t get on well with each other, while in reality you got on well a bit too much.
“uh, excuse moi?” you cringed at his horrible attempt to speak french, “you’re calling the three time world champion and two time olympic gold medalist a bitch?” he put his hand over his heart.
“then why don’t you want to race with me anymore?” you practically whined. “are you afraid of getting beaten by a girl? would that do damage to your reputation in the olympic village?” you giggled at his unamused stare. “i’m sure the gymnasts would be very disappointed to find out you’re not as big and strong as they thought,” you pouted at him, mockingly.
“i told you baby, i don’t want to see you lose again, simple as that” mingyu put his hand on your shoulder. “can’t you race against ava or liv?”
you weren’t sure if it was better to go underwater or to call for the medics at this point. this infuriatingly hot man just called you baby for god’s sake and he had his hand placed so close to your neck it felt as if he was cradling it. luckly you could blame the cold water for your shivering. the worst part - you were 99% sure you saw him make out with alexa before going to paris, so all of the sweet words and gentle touches were platonic.
they meant nothing.
which… were you even surprised? the hottest guy making out with the hottest girl on the team. both multiple champions. both insanely talented.
still, you wouldn’t give up, and that definitely wasn’t because of your delusions that you could pull the hottest and the best swimmer on the continent, but because you didn’t want to lose your best friend.
“you’re not fooling me, kim mingyu. i think you’re just scared of me beating you.”
he scoffed, and finally lowered himself into the water. thank heavens. “okay then. what do you say about one last race to finish this training off?” mingyu said, and sent you a challenging look, which he knew would rile you up even more.
“deal,” you shook his extended hand. “but don’t come crying to me when you lose.”
“as you wish, my queen,” he bowed his head, and snickered. “but-,”
“no buts,” you cut him off.
“ah, ah,” he pointed a finger at you. “if you lose you have to take a bath in the seine.”
sometimes you wondered why exactly you had a crush on him because stuff like these reminded you he was only a man. more like a man-child, but that was if you wanted to be nitpicky.
“that’s illegal, you moron.”
you swore you’d drown him one of these days.
with the goggles over your eyes you swam under the lane line to have a whole lane for yourself, because there was no way you’d fit in one lane with mingyu.
“okay champ, let’s see-,” suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder.
“je suis désolé, mais tu dois sortir de l'eau. les préparatifs pour la course vont bientôt commencer,” one of the volunteers was crouching by the edge of the pool with his hand outstretched in your direction.
“uh,” you shot mingyu a quick look, “i’m sorry, je ne comprends pas.” i don’t understand. the only french you managed to learn before coming to paris, which you figured would come in handy, and as it turned out - it did. a point for you.
“the competition,” the guy scratched the back of his neck, clearly trying to find the right words. “begin soon.”
“do you want us to get out of the pool?” mingyu asked, pointing at him and you and then the outside of the pool.
“yes, yes,” the volunteer nodded quickly.
well, you could wave your race bye bye.
maybe the universe didn’t want you and mingyu together, maybe all you were destined to be was friends? besides, one silly race wouldn’t make a difference, if anything, it would probably lead to you pulling a muscle, which would mean a big disaster with your eliminations right around the corner.
your fate was to end up alone for the rest of your life, crying over a guy you could never have. typical.
“shit,” mingyu sighed, taking off his goggles. “i really wanted to race you.”
you sent him a quick smile, dismissing his teasing tone. the quicker you’d realise this wouldn’t work out the better for your poor heart.
“yeah, that’s a bummer,” you said, grabbing onto the edge of the pool to pull yourself up.
mingyu grinded his teeth and side eyed the volunteer. if it weren't for the dozens of people around you who were clearly starting to prepare for the race, he would have thrown the guy into the water with his own bare hands.
“thanks for being a cockblock, dude.”
well, not literally, but this had to be the first time mingyu managed to talk to you without stuttering every other word and not acting that embarrassing. but no. someone had to sweep in and take this away from him.
“be careful,” mingyu ran a hand over his face, and looked over to you, “the tiles might be slippery.”
“you don’t say,” you said, and shot him a glare. “im not that-.”
but before you could finish your sentence one of your hands slipped and you lost the grip, splashing back into the pool.
“hey, hey,” mingyu immediately swam up to you, closing the gap between your bodies in seconds. “are you okay?” he put his arm around your waist, turning you around in his grip so you’d face him.
shit.
“did you hit your head?” he asked quickly, taking off your cap. fuck, mingyu felt his lunch creeping back into his throat. if anything happened to you…
“mhm, i think so,” you answered, disoriented. your vision was clearly unsteady and you were shaking in his embrace, though he didn’t know if that was due to the cold water or the hit.
“fuck,” he muttered, running his hand gently over your head to look for any cuts or bruises. “we need to get you out of the water.”
you nodded your head slowly, but that was a bad call, because it only made you more nauseous and made your vision even worse.
“hey, don’t move. put your other arm around my neck and hold onto me,” mingyu said.
“but i’m heavy.”
“shut it or i’ll leave you here,” mingyu grumbled, and tightened his hold around you.
with ease, as if he was born in the water, mingyu managed to get you to the edge of the pool with ladders, and called for help.
“i’m such a loser,” you mumbled, resting your head against his shoulder. “almost passing out in the middle of an olympic swimming pool,” you let out a bitter laugh, before whimpering. maybe making bad jokes right after almost cracking your skull open wasn’t a good idea.
mingyu didn’t say anything but you could feel his body tense.
“she hit her head on the tiles,” he said once the medics made their way over to you.
they quickly helped him get you out of the water without causing you more pain and laid you on the stretcher. the medics whispered something between them, or maybe you were just so out of it that you couldn’t understand what they were saying, but you could clearly make out mingyu’s voice in between.
suddenly, you felt as if you were being lifted off the ground, but your blurry vision made it impossible for you to see what exactly was going on.
“min-mingyu?” you called out.
“i’m here baby, don’t worry,” mingyu said, and reached for your hand, grasping it tightly so you’d know he was really right there next to you.
“stop calling me that,” you said, your tone bossy as usual.
“stop calling you what?” mingyu couldn’t help but giggle when he heard you scoff. good, that meant you weren’t that badly hurt.
“baby.”
“what if i don’t want to?” he asked, and ran a thumb over the back of your hand, smiling to himself when he felt your fingers wrap tighter around his.
you shook your head, or at least you tried to. “then i’ll race you and if i win you’ll stop.”
“you know i won’t let that happen,” he said softly.
“stop messing with my heart, kim mingyu.”
a champion, an olympics medalist, a man made of steel, and still, mingyu felt like he was melting under your gaze. your big eyes looking up at him, your soft lips parted in a slight gasp, your gentle fingers holding onto him for dear life…
“i won’t,” he shook his head. “not until you stop messing with mine.”
as it turned out, luckily for you, the impact didn’t cause much damage. “it caused panic more than anything else,” the doctor said.
“so i’ll be able to race on monday, right?” you asked, twisting the rings around your fingers nervously. the olympics were something you sacrificed your whole life for - you couldn’t remember the last time you slept in, the last time you ate dinner with your family, the last time you had time for yourself, and if all of that would go to waste because of a stupid mistake… you didn’t know what you’d do.
“don’t worry, you’ll be just fine for the race. i think your boyfriend overreacted a bit out there,” the doctor laughed. “maybe more than a bit.”
you almost choked on the pills you were swallowing, your face burning with heat. the doctor feeding into your delusions was a big no no, and you definitely did not need that right now.
“you might want to text him though, he was sitting outside the whole time we were running tests. had to send him back to the village,” he sighed, “he looked like a kicked puppy.”
that was dangerous, and you needed to get out of there quickly.
mingyu, on the other hand, couldn’t stop worrying. after the doctor sent him off, he didn’t really know what to do with himself, and he definitely didn’t know how he ended up sitting in front of the door to your room.
god, he was being so pathetic. instead of telling you how and what he felt, he was acting like a lame highschooler trying to impress you with what? being a faster swimmer? mingyu was never good at flirting but this had to be his lowest low.
„gyu? what are you doing here?” his head shot up, and there you were - safe and sound. no bandages, nothing. for the first time since he got out of that damn swimming pool he took in a deep, proper breath.
“the doctor he, um…,”
“i know.”
“you know?”
“i know,” you nodded. why did he look so nervous all of a sudden? “shouldn’t you be at the gym? preparing for tomorrow?”
right. the race.
“i probably should,” more than “probably” to be honest. your trainer would most likely have killed him already if not for the fact that he was the best swimmer on the team. “but i needed to know that you were okay.”
“you could’ve just texted, you know,” you said. why was he being so… un-mingyu?
he shook his head, and stood up to his full 6 feet 2. “let me put it this way,” he took a step towards you, “i needed to see if you were okay.”
was he really about to risk your whole friendship? all this time spent on getting to know you, your likes and dislikes, what annoyed you and how he could push your buttons to see that bright smile on your face that always made his day a bit better. he didn’t want to lose all of that.
but… mingyu felt his hands reaching out for you on their own to make sure that you weren’t in pain anymore, to kiss any bump or scratch to make it better, to hold you close to his chest this evening and keep you safe from all the wet tiles.
“listen,” he scratched the back of his neck. he needed to do something with his hands. “i have to tell you one thing, and please just let me say it because i don’t think i’ll have enough courage to say it ever again.”
you nodded your head, your gaze slightly confused.
it was now or never.
“okay, so i know we’re technically only friends from work, but not really since we hang out otherwise, and we’ve known each other for how long now? three years? and that’s great, i love training with you, and going to competitions with you, and hanging out with you, but lately… or not lately, really. for a long time-,”
„mingyu,” you sighed, but the boy kept on rambling. „min,” you tried again, to no avail. „gyu!”
finally, the man in front of you fell silent, looking at you with eyes wide and mouth agape.
“i,” you took a deep breath. you knew exactly where this was going. „i can’t do this right now,” you said, and watched the spark in mingyu’s eyes die out. “with what happened today, and the eliminations tomorrow… i just can’t deal with this right now,” god, this broke your heart. “i need some rest, and i need some sleep,” you added. “besides, i also have the relay tomorrow, so i need to focus. this is not only about me, but about the girls. i can’t let them down.”
mingyu’s heart dropped. if he knew this would end like this, then why was he feeling so disappointed? but he couldn’t be mad at you, no. it wasn’t your fault you weren’t feeling the same, and it definitely wasn’t your fault for wanting some rest. the olympics meant so much to you, and he knew how excited you were for them - he wouldn’t take that happiness away from you.
„of-of course,” mingyu said, though his voice, his body language, his gaze - his everything, screamed anything but „of course”. he nodded his head and shrugged. „i’ll see you later then.”
you quickly grabbed his arm before he could turn around. „gyu,” you said. „i can’t deal with this now, but i never said i couldn’t deal with this ever.”
he was so cute, you couldn’t help but hide your smile behind your hand. with slightly dishevelled hair (probably from running his fingers through them too much), un-matching shirt and pants, which you were sure were from last season, and his mingyu smile that showed off his canines… you’d have to be stupid and blind not to have a massive crush on this man.
„r-really?”
you nodded your head.
“maybe we can talk about this tomorrow?” you said, and slid your hand down his arm to his hand. “after the eliminations?”
mingyu looked down wide-eyed at your hand holding his. was this really happening? maybe he was the one to hit his head? his poor heart and fuzzy brain couldn’t actually believe that the girl he had been pining after for god knows how long was actually saying that… that she liked him back? huh, if this was a dream he hoped he’d never wake up.
“yes,” he breathed. “we can do that.”
“great,” you smiled, and mingyu felt his heart skip a beat. “you’ll be watching me tomorrow, right?”
“you know i will,” mingyu said, squeezing your hand, and this - your hand in his - this felt right. this was right, and this was how it was always supposed to be. “i always do.”
and then he did something that almost knocked you off your feet.
he quickly closed the gap between you, pushing your body gently against the door behind you, and placed a soft peck on your cheek. you almost didn’t notice how his strong arm had snuck around you, holding your waist in a featherlight touch that didn’t quite match his strong hands and big biceps, or how the other one cradled the side of your face, and how his thumb stroked your cheek. almost.
and it was only a kiss on the cheek.
“good luck, baby.”
#[🏅] svt olympics#seventeen x you#svt reactions#seventeen x reader#seventeen carat#seventeen reactions#seventeen#seventeen imagines#seventeen fluff#svt fluff#seventeen kpop#seventeen headcanons#seventeen reaction#seventeen recs#mingyu#mingyu angst#mingyu x reader#kim mingyu#mingyu seventeen#mingyu x you#mingyu x y/n#mingyu svt#mingyu scenarios#svt scenarios#svt x reader#svt
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♡ I'M THE BIGGEST HATER | MV1
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Leclerc!Reader [Face Claim: None]
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Summary: Max Verstappen and Y/N hate each other's guts. or do they? enemies since the day Max defeated Y/N at their very first Karting race when will these two just stop bickering and (in the wise words of Danny Ric) just kiss already?!?!
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A/N: been reading so many of these that I decided to try writing one myself. first time writing a smau so feel free to leave suggestions on how to improve. also comment to join the taglist as this is going to be a multi part series.
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Part 1 of my wheel-to-wheel but still in denial series: Masterlist
y/n_leclerc posted a photo:
📸: Young Y/N glaring at a smug Max after losing a childhood karting race. Y/N is sulking, and Max is holding the trophy like it’s an Olympic gold medal.
Caption: A perfect example of when I learned the universe is unfair. #tbt to the time maxverstappen1 ruined my life by winning our first kart race. Peak trauma. 👎
Liked by pierregasly, danielricciardo, lando.jpg, and 200,298 others.
Comments:
maxverstappen1:
You’re still mad about one race? Get over it. 🙄
↪ y/n_leclerc:
It’s not just one race. It’s the principle. I was 9, and you were an evil little gremlin.You’re lucky my parents raised me to be nice, or I would’ve shoved you off that podium.
↪ charles_leclerc:
She has a point. You were insufferable, Max.
danielricciardo:
Max still brags about that karting win to this day. 😂
↪ maxverstappen1:
danielricciardo I absolutely do. Winner’s mentality, baby. 🏆
↪ y/n_leclerc:
maxverstappen1 “Winner’s mentality”? You mean “cheater’s mentality”? I see you, Verstappen.
user1:
"Peak trauma" 😂😂 Please, Y/N, it’s been like 15 years. MOVE ON.
carmenmmundt:
Y/N was already giving "future champion energy" even back then.
↪ y/n_leclerc:
carmenmmundt AND she's got excellent taste in fashion, unlike Agent George. See you later for coffee, babe? 💋
↪ georgerussell63:
y/n_leclerc EXCUSE ME. Flirting with my girlfriend now, Y/N? 😂
↪ carmenmmundt:
georgerussell63 Sorry, George, Y/N’s just irresistible. 😘
maxverstappen1 posted a photo:
📸: Max on the podium after a win, champagne spraying everywhere.
Caption: Another win, another day Y/N gets to hate me. Can’t say I’m sorry. #winning #dontcry
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Comments:
y/n_leclerc:
Bold of you to assume I’d cry. I save my tears for important things, like Ferrari strategy meetings. 💔
↪ charles_leclerc:
y/n_leclerc Yeah, same.
lando.jpg:
MAX, WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS? 😂
danielricciardo:
Max trying to make enemies of everyone in the paddock one post at a time. Bold strategy.
pierregasly:
maxverstappen1 If you make her cry, I’m on her side. Just saying. 😎
↪ y/n_leclerc:
pierregasly You’re my favorite Gasly. Let’s get coffee and laugh at Max together.
↪ maxverstappen1:
pierregasly TRAITOR. 😡
y/n_leclerc posted a meme:
📸: A meme of someone dramatically rolling their eyes with the text “Every time Max Verstappen opens his mouth to talk”
Caption: Literally me every time this bitch opens his mouth. Like stfu?? 🙄
Comments:
maxverstappen1:
Just admit it—you think about me all the time.
↪ y/n_leclerc:
I think about you the way I think about stubbing my toe—briefly, painfully, and with regret. 😘
↪ charles_leclerc:
Get a room, you two.
↪ pierregasly:
charles_leclerc They’re already halfway there, bro.
lando.jpg:
Guys, this is giving “enemies to lovers” and I’m so here for it.
danielricciardo:
This is the slowest of slow burns. It’s like watching paint dry but funnier.
danielricciardo posted a meme:
📸: A meme of two dogs barking at each other from across the street, then stopping to awkwardly sniff each other when they meet face-to-face.
Caption: Max and Y/N’s entire relationship summed up in one image.
Liked by y/n_leclerc, landonorris, georgerussell63, and 500,193 others.
Comments:
maxverstappen1:
That’s so not what’s happening here. I don’t sniff anything. 😤
↪ y/n_leclerc:
Max definitely barks more than he bites. 😂
↪ danielricciardo:
maxverstappen1 You bark loud, but Y/N’s the one doing the damage.
georgerussell63:
How long before you two just admit you’re into each other?
↪ y/n_leclerc:
georgerussell63 Into? I’m just into destroying him on the track. Anything else is wishful thinking, George. 😏
y/n_leclerc posted a Video:
🎥: Slow-motion video of Y/N overtaking Max in a karting rematch, with her laughing as she passes him.
Caption: I haven’t lost my touch, maxverstappen1 😎
Comments:
user1:
SHE JUST DUSTED MAX IN KARTING. THE RIVALRY CONTINUES. 😂😂
user2:
Max was so cocky, and now Y/N is out here reminding him she’s a Leclerc. 😏
maxverstappen1:
I let her win. Just being a gentleman. 😌
↪ y/n_leclerc:
maxverstappen1 I beat you so bad I thought you were parked. 😆
↪ user3:
THE SHADEEE OMG
y/n_leclerc posted a video:
🎥: A video of a car zooming past another car with the caption "Me speeding past Max Verstappen’s ego every time I beat him."
Caption: Nothing feels better. maxverstappen1, cry about it. 😘
Comments:
maxverstappen1:
I’m living rent-free in your head. Just admit it😏.
↪ y/n_leclerc:
Rent-free? Bro, you’re squatting in the garbage disposal of my brain. The plumbing is bad, and no one’s happy. 😤.
↪ charles_leclerc:
I’m going to need therapy just from reading this. Can we not?
lando.jpg:
charles_leclerc Your sister has the energy of someone who stays up late making Max Verstappen hate memes.
danielricciardo:
I’d watch a whole Netflix series of this beef.
danielricciardo tweeted:
Prediction: Y/N and Max will either end up dating or killing each other. Either way, I'm selling tickets.
Comments:
user5:
I’d pay for that front-row seat. 🤣
georgerussell63:
Why not both? Dating and fighting. Iconic and toxic just like these two bitches.
y/n_leclerc:
danielricciardo keep your fanfiction to yourself Daniel 🤢
lando.jpg:
danielricciardo I’ll start selling merch. #maxy/n
↪ maxverstappen1:
I'll sue you to oblivion muppet
y/n_leclerc posted a photo:
📸: Y/N having drinks with Carmen, Lily and Kika
Caption: wining and dining these beauties while their boyfriends lose at Mario Kart. Boys, you could learn a lot from me. 😘 carmenmmundt, lilymhe, francisca.cgomes
Liked by landonorris, alex_albon, pierregasly, and 280,284 others.
Comments:
georgerussell63:
Carmen’s too good for you, Y/N. Stop trying. 😤
pierregasly
stay away from Kika wench 🤺🤺🤺
alex_albon:
lilymhe Don’t get any ideas. 😬
↪ lilymhe:
Sorry, Alex, Y/N just brings out the best in me. 😏
y/n_leclerc:
georgerussell63, alex_albon, pierregasly Relax, boys. I’m not stealing your girls. Yet. 💅
user1:
The fact that George and Alex are actually worried about this is the funniest thing. 😂
maxverstappen1:
georgerussell63, alex_albon, pierregasly I’ve been telling you guys for years—Y/N causes chaos. Don’t let her near the WAGs!
↪ y/n_leclerc:
maxverstappen1 You're just mad because I can charm people and all you have is your fast car. 😘
alexandrasaintmleux posted a picture:
Caption: Had a lovely coffee date with y/n_leclerc today. Sorry, Charles, you’ve been replaced by the better Leclerc. 💋
Comments:
charles_leclerc:
I leave you alone for one hour, and this happens, where's your loyalty babe?🤦♂️
↪ y/n_leclerc:
charles_leclerc Charles, it’s not you, it’s me. I’m just irresistible.
↪ charles_leclerc:
I’m being out-flirted by my own sister. Unbelievable.
oscarpiastri:
charles_leclerc Now I’m nervous to leave Lily around Y/N too… 😬
↪ lilyzneimer:
oscarpiastri Honestly? Can’t blame her. 😘
danielricciardo posted a meme:
📸: Meme of two people bickering with the text "Max and Y/N" but underneath it says "Us: Just kiss already."
Comments:
georgerussell63:
Finally someone said it. 😂
user5:
This slow-burn rivals-to-lovers storyline is too good. Can Netflix turn this into a reality show?
y/n_leclerc:
I'd rather stab myself in the foot
↪ maxverstappen1:
I'd rather jump into a pit of lava
↪ charles_leclerc:
I’ve never seen two people who hate each other this much. It’s exhausting.
↪ landonorris:
What if this isn’t hate, though? What if this is like, love in disguise?
↪ danielricciardo:
I’m just waiting for the day Y/N proposes to Max through a meme.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
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max verstappen // mv1 fic recs
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one shots
fluorescent - @scuderiahoney
“motorsport is a dog eat dog world, and you know that better than most. it’s not often you meet someone who understands, who shines a light on all the darkness, but max might just be the perfect person for it”
first loser - @itsgodepi
“in the wake of a disastrous race, you're caught under the media's unforgiving glare. your every move and word being dissected for days on end as you simply try to navigate your rookie year in formula one. It is just your luck that your opponent in this fiasco is none other than the famously outspoken max verstappen, whose relentless jabs only add to your frustrations”
zandvoort, nl - @frogstappen
“you watch max's home race from the red bull garage”
a different light - @userlando
"you weren’t just friends. friends didn’t touch you the way he did (or the one where max has an epiphany and realizes he's in love with his best friend)"
coming of age - @keerysfreckles
“in which a silly bet between the two redbull drivers becomes a reality when y/n wins the first race of the 2024 season”
tying you to me - @pierregazly
“[4 times] in which something coincidentally led back to max, and the [1 time] it turned out nothing was just a coincidence (in which everything has always tied max to you)”
denial is a man’s best friend - @marlenesluv
“ y/n and max have been friends since karting years, and now? now, they’re teammates at redbull. they are one of the best teammate duos in the grid, but what happens when max catches feelings?…or when everyone but them notices they are in love but themselves”
baby steps - @forteafy
“you've always been mercedes golden girl; your life and career have been set out in stone. all it takes is for your ultimate rival to change that all”
pick you up - @scuderiahoney
“when Max has one too many gin & tonics, you’re the one who picks (him) up, every time he calls”
temptations - @no-144444
“you and max are on break and things get out of hand. nothing like tmz to mess things up, right?”
never an interruption- @fastandcarlos
“you’re all ready to celebrate max’s win with him, only when you find someone already there to celebrate, you begin to question the role you truly play in max’s life”
little big fan - @thef1diary
“your daughter runs off while you were in the middle of grocery shopping because she spotted max, her favourite driver. meeting you, max wants to know everything about you and your six year old. so of course he finds excuses to keep meeting you, starting with inviting you to the dutch grand prix”
series
rule breaker series - @coff33andb00ks
“max has it all...right? besides, he's too busy collecting trophies and completing side quests for anything else. until... you moved across a whole ass ocean to start over, uprooting you and your son's lives to become social media admin for cars that drive in circles”
smau
yuck! series - @maxlarens - smau
“your aesthetic interest in max verstappen is purely professional, you swear”
won gold - @maxverstappendefender - smau
“olympic snowboarder!gf x mv1 (max being a complete simp for someone that doesn’t even know him)”
miami baby - @norrisainz33 - smau
“actress and avid f1 fan visits the paddock for the first time and she is a certain world champion’s celebrity crush”
worlds biggest fan - @astonmartinii - smau
“y/n is the president of the official max verstappen fan club, but nothing can come of that, right?”
*these are part of my fic rec masterlist, please note none of these are written by me and the author of each story had been tagged! check out my f1 fic rec masterlist for other drivers!*
#max verstappen x y/n#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen fic#max verstappen smau#max verstappen fic rec#formula 1 fic rec#b's fic recs#mv1 x reader#mv1 x y/n#mv1 fic#mv1 fic rec
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I just wanna feel something, tell me where to go
About when she wants to win gold and you talk too much but don’t answer her questions
《 read part 2, 'cause everybody knows something I don't wanna know
》 Alexia Putellas x fencer!Reader
》 words count: + 1.7k
》 the mountain’s call [way of saying]: the irresistible pull or urge to pursue a challenging goal or adventure
“You look like someone who needs to see the best place in the entire Village”
Alexia looks up from the pass’ lanyard she’s fidgeting with, finding your open smile even before spotting your outstretched hand. Her eyebrow rises on its own accord, always sceptical around strangers.
The Olympic Village is big enough to welcome the egos of some of the best athletes in the world, but not big enough to avoid their clashing. It’s actually encouraged.
Within a certain limit, obviously.
The footballer sees you in passing almost every day, given that the Spanish Team rooms are basically neighbours with the Italian Team ones. Your outgoing attitude and friendly nature make you pretty popular around the village. The fact you’re easy on the eyes and quite the talk among the players isn’t lost on Alexia either – she likes good gossip like anybody else.
“Come on, Reina, don’t let me stand here like an idiot”, your teasing words take her back from her overthinking one more time.
“Shouldn’t you be somewhere celebrating that?”, she points to the medal hanging around your neck.
A genuine smile rises on both your faces as you mindlessly hold the piece of gold to look at it one more time, feeling like this is some kind of dream.
Your gaze falls on Alexia, still sitting in a corner of a communal break room when her teammates are cheering all around for one more victory in their Olympic journey.
“I’m gonna celebrate for the next four years, I can spare some time for you”
“Congratulations, by the way, I heard it’s not the first one”, she takes your hand as you burst out laughing, helping her on her feet.
You may have hosted the closest thing to a party you can do in the Village when, just earlier this week, you won your first gold medal.
It’s not your first Olympics, it’s not even your first Olympic medal. But finally being a gold medalist? An Olympic Champion? You sure could not let it pass over in silence.
The short walk is filled with small talks and giggles, you do most of the talking but Alexia’s grin stays firmly on her face the entire time. You notice her rosy cheeks and more relaxed stance, holding yourself high with pride to finally see the blonde so carefree around you.
“How did you even find this place?”
The night lights of Paris really turn the city into some sort of fantastic dream, the view is easily able to take the breath away from the little balcony you open for her. You’re on top of the biggest complex in the Village, the usual chaos that fills the French capital is somehow just background noise.
“Fencing is an ancient discipline”, you start, barely avoiding Alexia’s playful hit on your arm at your documentary-like approach.
“Jokes aside, the Italian school basically created fencing, but then the French school redefined the system to what it’s like today and they will not shut up about it. It’s a long lasting rivalry between two countries that, sportwise, hate each other”
“Everyone hates the French, sportwise”, the Spain captain agrees, mimicking your move as you sit on the floor of the balcony.
“Fencing into the Grand Palais in fucking Paris is like playing every single game as a World Cup final against the host country in a stadium filled with their fans and colours”
“Dramatic”
“Of course! You’re putting Italian and French people in the same place, asking them to fight with swords, literally. It’s gonna be dramatic”, you let your gaze wander around as the blonde’s one tries to find something inside you.
Alexia waits for you, understanding just now how your cheerful and playful behaviour hides something more complex.
She has turned on your Team Final on her way back from the stadium, curious about it – about you – after the little party you put on for the entire Village following your Individual Final victory.
She got nothing about what was happening, not understanding how some hits were good and others were given away or not counted. She prides herself on being able to recognise good athleticism and quick leg ability though. The way you move on the piste, quickly but precisely in every single gesture, is mesmerising. The way your mind acts even faster than your body is even more captivating.
What surprised her the most is the way you hold back.
While your opponents celebrate any conceded hits and your teammates celebrate loudly all the successful points, you stay stoic and firm the entire time.
It’s something she doesn’t expected from you, usually so excited about everything.
That’s probably one of the reasons that brings her here with you in the first place.
“You don’t look dramatic when you fence”
“Oh, you watched me?”
“It was the bare minimum after your detailed commentary after our last game”
“I’m Italian, I’m a football fan from birth”, you say, rolling your eyes humorously, not ready to reveal that the Spanish team is the only one you care about keeping up with during this Olympic tournament.
Alexia Putellas just admitted she turned on your Final to see you win a gold medal.
“Wait, let’s just go back to you watching me fence”
She smile at your weak attempt to avoid her question, genuinely amused about you but pretty sure you’re gonna tell her everything she asks – eventually.
A comfortable silence between the two of you fills the air for some minutes, somehow guiding your bodies closer.
“How did you find this place?”, the Catalan winks when you turn to look at her.
“I hate fencing with the French”, you start to explain after a bit with a serious note underneath your voice, “I lost my last Olympic Individual Final against a reckless fencer with the most annoying Parisian accent ever”
Another moment passes, Alexia doesn’t pressure you but can feel you relax when she places her hand on your knee.
“Last time I was in Paris, I injured myself. I was out for nine months and lost two major tournaments. This Olympics being hosted here as I was supposed to redeem myself and prove to be good enough at the same time? Really took a turn on me at first”, you avoid her gaze as you sum up one of your biggest fears to a stranger on a balcony viewing Paris’ landscape.
“I needed a place to escape without running away”
“And here we are, facing Paris from a hiding spot”
How the footballer manages to understand you so well in such a short amount of time, in such an unusual setting, is really something that surprises you. Your eyes meet and you can distinctly feel your heart skip a bit.
“I befriended a handyman, this floor is for staff only as some sort of control room”
“This explains the private balcony”
“I should have started with this and not the unasked story of my life”
You can still feel Alexia’s hand on you, mindlessly caressing your leg as you try not to implode and hide the redness of your face. She smirks.
“We’ll play France in the semifinal”, she says with a hint of disbelief and irony.
“Fuck the French”, you state solemnly, “It’s basically a wanna-be repeat of the Champions League’s final, you’re going to be fine”
“If you just jinxed it–”
“I did not, I know an Olympic Champion when I see one”
The burst of confidence and the firmness in your voice, despite the easy way you’re both talking about Spain’s next game, are enough to subside the noises inside Alexia’s head – your voice is a good distraction and your presence is a welcoming discovery.
“How is it?”
“What?”
The blonde’s finger points at the piece of gold still hanging on your neck, you’re just glad it’s her other hand as you look back and forth between her and the medal.
“You won enough to know how it is”
“It’s my first Olympics”
“In Italian there’s a word, I don’t know if you have the same difference in Spanish. It’s olimpionico and it’s not like olimpico – olympic”
“You never go for the straight answer, do you?”, she interrupts you with a teasing smile.
“No, never done anything the straight way my entire life, now let me go on with my wise and deep talk”, you graciously – and quite bravely on your part, if you must say so yourself – drop your arm around her shoulder, releasing a breath as she smoothly adjusts her body closer.
“Olimpionico is formed from the Greek ᾿Ολύμπια, which means ‘competitions of Olympia’ so our Olympic Games, and the root of νικάω, that I don’t know to explain how but can be translated with ‘victory’ or ‘winner’ and you have to trust me on this one”, you’ve never been happier with your strict education and the Italian questionable school system.
“I’m still waiting for the point”
“I mean to say we have a specific word for an Olympic athlete who doesn’t just compete in the Olympic Games but actually wins”
“You won enough Olympic medals to know how it is”
“The last time we won bronze as a team and I lost the gold against the obnoxious Frenchwoman, Alexia, keep up”, you’re perfectly aware of her hand on your thigh and her eyes burning on your face – she definitely noticed your red cheeks and the cracks on your walls.
“It’s my first Individual gold and this is my first Team gold, it’s– I don’t know how to explain, but it’s–”
“It’s olimpionico?”, she indulges you, her accent around the Italian word is way more charming than the French one.
“You get it”
“Olympic Champion sounds so uncool now”
As the night turns into a darker shade of black and the Paris lights really do the city’s name justice, you feel like there’s something profound linking you with the athlete curled on your side.
It’s a shared desire to prove yourself to everyone, while wanting to make just a few close people proud. It’s a shared hunger to be the best among some of the greatest, but to make sure the ones around you shine as much.
It’s a shared feeling, deep inside, telling you’re right where you’re supposed to be.
#woso x reader#alexia putellas x reader#woso fanfics#woso imagine#alexia putellas#fencer!reader#woso#olympics au#ap11#here we go again#hope you like it#even if you dont care about fencing#my wo(rd)so
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Lin Yu-ting wins gold!
Haven't gotten to speak about her much but she was the other women attacked by far right chuds and pretend women's sports fans this past week. The two time world champion cracks Olympic gold for Chinese Taipei (Taiwan).
Yu-ting went from taking up boxing to defend her mom from domestic abuse to being an Olympic champion. That's what boxing is all about.
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Still thinking about the picture I have of Janja and Shauna at one of Janjas first comps in Munich. She was so tiny and shy. My aunt send me the pic because I couldn’t be at the comp and she just asked them for a picture to send to me. One year later I took part in the medal ceremony in Munich. 🥰 And now she is a two times Olympic champion. I will never shut up about this. 👑🩵
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Second Time's The Charm VI
Alexia Putellas x Reader
*Smut: Dom!R, Sub Alexia, Top!Alexia, Bottom!R, Leash and Collar, Oral, Nipple Play, Strap-on, Strap-on Riding, Thigh Riding, Anal Fingering*
Summary: You take control
Having Alexia on her knees for you is not unusual.
It's actually quite common.
She looks up at you with this wide eyes, mouth hanging slightly open with no thoughts but how to please you.
Usually, that is.
Right now, you can tell she's not settled well.
You hadn't been expecting it in the slightest. You had taken a long shift at the hospital last night and come straight from there to your office at the Barcelona training grounds to go through some paperwork.
That's when Alexia came in like a whirlwind, locking the door behind her and getting on her knees for you behind your desk.
She's not looking up at you like usual. She's not even looking at you at all. Her forehead is pressed against your thigh as you stare down at her in shock.
"Ale?" You say softly," Ale, baby, what's wrong?"
It's not hard to get Alexia on her knees at home. She's more than happy to sit there all day if you want but this is the first time she's done it at work.
You hear a soft sniffle.
Ordinarily, you'd coax her out of hiding but she's crying and you know she hates letting you see her cry.
So, you let her hide her face away against your leg as she sits on her knees while you gently thread your fingers through her scalp.
"It's okay, baby," You say every so often," It's okay. I'm here. Can you tell me what's wrong?"
"My knee," She chokes out and you freeze.
You slip into doctor mode very quickly.
Alexia wouldn't be on her knees now if she was in pain. She knew better than that and you received no texts from the staff earlier that said she had any discomfort.
"Your knee? Ale, what's wrong with your knee?"
"I don't know!" She still hasn't looked at you but that's okay. "What if it never goes back to normal?!"
It's been a rocky road for Alexia's injury. You knew this but you also knew it had healed up well. You knew that this wasn't a physical thing. It was purely psychological.
"You scored in the Champion's League Final on that knee," You remind her gently, carding your fingers through her hair," You're all healed up, baby. What's really going on?"
Alexia was trusting her knee again, you knew that. For her to be overthinking it now just means that something else is going on.
She draws in a shuddering breath and finally looks up at you, eyes sparkling with tears.
"I...Amor, I..."
"What is it, baby? You can tell me."
Her hands bunch up into fists on her lap. "I'm so overwhelmed! Do that Alexia, do this Alexia. Captain Alexia. Player Alexia. Barcelona. Spain. Olympics."
The words tumble out of her now and you lightly tug on her hair.
She falls silent immediately, staring up at you again as you take a tissue to mop up her face.
"Do you need someone else to be in charge for a bit?"
She nods.
"In what way, Ale?" You ask.
You've settled Alexia like this before. You knew all the inner workings of her brain but, still, there's two ways you could go.
One was the domestic route. You could send her home with a list of mindless tasks to complete. Do the dishwasher. Fold the laundry. That kind of mindless repetition of tasks to take her mind away from football.
The other was the sexual route. You were wary about that though. Only Alexia knew if she was in the right headspace for that. If she wanted it like that, she'd have to tell you.
You had no problem giving it to her if that's what she wanted but she'd have to make it clear to you that that is what she craved.
"I..."
"Think about it," You say, bringing her head back to rest against your thigh," I've still got work to do so take all the time you need."
So, Alexia sits on her knees for you as you complete your paperwork.
You know her mind's made up there, just by the way her breathing has evened out and the way she leans more heavily against your leg.
"Can you let me fuck you, amor?" She asks," Please?"
"Go home, Alexia."
"Wha-"
"And I want you to go in the toy drawer and decide what you want us to use tonight." You give her clear orders, already working to settle her for what you know will be a long night. "I want you to think about what you want to get out of tonight so you can tell me when I get home. I've still got work to do."
She nods, shakily getting up. She lingers at your side for a moment before," Can I have a kiss first, please?"
"Of course, baby. You're so good for asking."
Already tension leaks out of her frame as you pull her in for a kiss.
You don't try to drag it out but you don't rush through your work either. It would be a disservice to the other players and to Alexia.
She needs this time to decompress on her own, to go through her feelings even as she works through the instructions you'd given her.
You stretch as you get out of your car, walking up the stairs to the house and unlocking the door.
"Alexia!" You call out," I'm home!"
You don't expect an answer.
You don't get one.
You hang up your coat and settle down on the sofa.
Alexia kneels at your feet and finally, she's looking at you like how she usually does.
Her pouty lips are parted in a dazed smile and her eyes glisten with desire rather than tears. Her hands lay resting on her legs though you see them twitch a little as you unbutton the top of your shirt.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Alexia? You're in the right space?"
She nods. "Yes."
"Do you remember your colour system?"
"Yes."
"Tell me."
"Green for continue. Yellow to slow down. Red to stop."
"And you know you can use them whenever? Even when it's not a check in?"
"Yes."
"What colour are you now?"
"Green."
You look over at the coffee table to see what she's picked out. The strap, obviously. It's her favourite thing to wear when she fucks you. She always gets the same starstruck face whenever you help her put it on.
There's a little bullet vibrator there that you know Alexia loves on her nipples.
Her leash and collar are there too. Usually, they both hang up on the inside of your closet door. They don't come out often but their position on the table now lets you know all you need to know about what Alexia's craving tonight.
You pick them both up and spread your legs, pointing between them.
Alexia fills the space instantly.
"You want your collar on?" You tease.
"Yes, please."
"Such good manners."
The collar had been an impulse buy years ago when you and Alexia had first started experimented. A simple black collar with a little tag.
'Ale'
Nothing else.
Not Alexia. Not Alexia Putellas. Not Captain.
Just a simple Ale, like she was to you now.
"You changed," You note as you clip it around her neck, eyes dragging down to appreciate the lace covering your wife's body.
"I did," Alexia says, dipping her head a little in embarrassment," Is that...okay?"
"You look beautiful, Ale," You say," So beautiful. I'm so lucky to have you."
Her cheeks flush red like every time that you praise her.
That's what she needs tonight.
To be praised.
"But I fear I'm a bit overdressed," You say, teasingly clicking your tongue," Help me out."
Her hands are instantly on your trousers. They're trembling a little in their haste to unbuckle your button. Her fingers keep missing in entirely and you force down your laughter.
You tug on the leash, winding it around your hand so there's little slack.
"Slow down, Ale," You say," Take your time. Breathe."
She sucks in a trembling breath before she finally catches your button. You lift your hips up to help her pull them down.
The desire in her eyes has tripled tenfold and it's almost like she's seeing you for the first time even though this is a dance you've taken together for years.
You lean forward and snatch the bullet vibrator up off the table as you unbutton your shirt and strip off your bra until you're sitting there only in your underwear.
She whines, something low and deep in her throat as you run the vibrator over your pebbled nipple.
A soft moan escapes you and Alexia shifts a little on her knees.
"Are you being impatient again, Ale?"
"No."
You tug firmly on her leash and she corrects herself.
"Yes...Sorry, you're just so pretty."
It's amazing that after so many years you can both still have the same effect on each other because you can feel heat rush to your face at her simple words.
"You're so pretty too," You say a bit breathless as you push the vibrator a bit firmer against you.
"Thank you."
You look at her through hooded eyes. Hers keep drifting from your face to your breasts and back down to your underwear like a ping pong ball.
She's doing a good job at not moving without permission though but it was time to put her out of her her misery.
You remove your underwear and point.
She face breaks into a smile but, still, she doesn't move.
"Go on, Ale," You tease," You've been a good girl. Come and get your reward."
That's the thing about Alexia.
She just adores making you cum.
You could tell that she wanted to just dive straight in but she didn't. Restraint was something that came with age, something she had learnt over years of worshipping your body.
She kisses up your thigh, occasionally stopping to lightly nibble and bite at the flesh there. She stops in front of where you wanted, where you needed her.
"You're wet," She says, reverence leaking into her tone.
You'd been wet the moment you'd sent her back home without you. You'd been wet as you drove home.
Right now though, you're pretty sure you're dripping.
"Because I need you, Ale," You say, breathless as you stare down at her, tugging slightly at her leash in impatience," Please, don't you want to make me feel good?"
She whimpers a little at your words.
Her tongue laps around your hole in brushing sweeps and you whine at each pass. She moans as well, at the taste of you, and finally dips her tongue into your hole.
You pull on the leash, forcing her even closer to you and you can feel her smile against you.
You ignore it, desperate for her as her tongue dips into you again. She explores you like this is the first time you've let her do this.
Like you're some kind of goddess whose altar you're letting her worship at.
Your eyes flutter closed and the sight that you see when you open them is beautiful.
Alexia laps at you with vigour, going from your hole to your clit and back again. She's always been good with her mouth, always known how to take you to pieces, brick by brick.
"Ale," You whine," Ale, so-so good."
With every bit of praise from you, Alexia tries harder, desperate to impress you and finally bring you to the peak.
"Do you want me to cum for you, Ale?" You ask, still trying to tease despite the way that she's steadily building you up and bringing you closer and closer. "Want me to cum in your mouth?"
She whimpers at that and redirects quickly to your swollen clit, focusing all of her energy as she tugs it into her mouth, tongue flicking it teasingly as you tug on her leash to somehow bring her closer than she already is.
You don't give her any more warning than that as your hips rut against her face.
She brings you down slowly before bringing her tongue down in broad strokes to clean up the mess she's made of you.
You loosen your grip on her leash, panting. Your chest rises and falls as you flutter on her tongue with aftershocks.
"Good girl," You say as you catch your breath," Up here now, Ale." You pat your lap and she scrambles on.
Her face is covered in your juices and she looks dazed. Happy but still a little dazed and you take her by the chin into a soft kiss, tasting yourself on her tongue.
"You did so well," You say against her lips," So good to me. So, so good."
She preens at the praise before breaking off into a whine as you unclip her bra and press the vibrator against her in quick succession.
She jolts a little at the shock of it, pressing closer to you and you laugh.
"Does that feel good, Ale?" You ask," Yeah?"
She nods.
"What colour are we now?"
"G-Green," She whimpers out as you switch to her other nipple," So green."
"Green, huh?" You lean forward and suck her now abandoned nipple into your mouth.
You flick your tongue against it teasingly and an even more broken whine escapes your wife.
You can feel her wetness through her underwear and you can't help but laugh, releasing her nipple with a wet pop.
"How are we feeling? Is your brain mush yet?"
She whimpers.
"Is that what you wanted? You wanted me to empty your head for a bit? Want to be my good girl?"
"Y-Yes. Am-Am I being a good girl?"
"So good, Ale. Perfect actually. Doing whatever I say. I think that deserves a reward, doesn't it?"
"Please, I've been good!"
"I know. Now, what do you want that reward to be?"
It takes her a while to get the words out, with the way you've got a vibrator pressed to one nipple and are twisting and pulling the other.
"What was that, Ale? I couldn't hear you."
"I...I wanna..." She's panting hard, each word punctuated with a soft moan of pleasure. "Wanna fuck you, please. With the strap."
"You want to fuck me with your cock?" You tease, kissing up her neck and leaving a trail of marks. "Are you sure? I could return the favour right here, right now."
"Want to fuck you with my cock," She parrots back to you," Please! I've-I've been so good."
"I suppose you have been following all my instructions," You muse," And you made me cum so well. Could you do it again with your cock?"
"I could!" She insists, rutting her hips against yours," Please, amor! Let me prove it!"
You nudge her slightly. "Go on then, Ale. I'll wait upstairs for you."
You take your time going to your bedroom, a smile on your face as you hear Alexia scramble to put on the strap and follow after you.
You've unclipped her leash, hanging it back up on the closet door but you let her keep her collar on as she stumbles into the room, almost tripping over her own feet.
She's a bit like a puppy, you think in the back of your mind as you kiss and back into the bed.
Overeager and excitable.
There's no need for lube, not with how wet you were so you lean against the pillows and spread your legs.
"Come on, Ale," You taunt," I want you to fuck me."
Her throat bobs as she stares in silence, that same awestruck look on her face, like she can't believe that she's the one that gets to fuck you into the mattress every night.
"Unless," You say," You don't want to be my good girl?"
"I want to be your good girl! Let me be your good girl."
"Then come and fuck me."
She pushes in slowly, collecting your wetness as she eases into you all the way to the hilt.
The strap brushes against her clit and she moans like you. Her fingers intertwine with your own as she slowly withdraws again.
It always takes a little bit for her to find her rhythm but she knows she's found it as your head tilts back into a throaty moan.
"So good, Ale," You say," You fuck me so well."
Alexia's attention wasn't on you though. Or, at least, not on your face.
She was hypnotised by the way that your pussy swallowed every inch of her cock, the way that her hands gripped your hips for leverage and the way you inhaled every time she went up to the hilt.
The strap brushes up against her clit and Alexia's broken moans mingle with yours.
"Slow, Ale," You remind her.
Alexia's always had a problem with her impatience, especially when it came to you.
You'd always preferred a slow fuck at first, trying to teach her patience.
Alexia didn't listen, as always. It was always like this when she had a strap.
She was submissive to you any other time, grateful and happy to let you take control but a cock on her hips and suddenly she thought she was in charge.
She thought that she could set the pace and make the decisions.
No.
You wouldn't let that happen.
You could see the moment she decided to disobey you, to try and take control again, undermining this whole thing. She'd wanted you to turn her brain off, to make all the decisions so she could decompress and forget about all the pressure that she usually thrived under.
You could see the moment she decided to stop thinking with her head and start thinking with her cock.
Her pace picks up and you whine in pleasure.
Ordinarily, you might allow Alexia this, you might allow her to have this small bit of control but not tonight.
"Last-Last chance, Ale," You warn through a deep moan when she hits that special spot inside you," Don't you want to be good for me?"
Her pace falters a little but doesn't slow down completely. You look into her eyes and she looks into yours.
She picks up again and you roll your eyes.
It's easy to roll her onto the bottom, your legs wrapping around her hips to flip her onto her back. It's even easier when you realise Alexia is craving to be put into her place.
You're on top now, a hand pressed down onto her chest.
You grab her collar.
"This," You say, lifting your hips up and slamming them down again," Means your mine. Being mine means I'm in charge. Not you."
A breathless whimper escapes her as you ride her cock.
"That means you just get to empty your head and let me decide how things go," You say," You know that, Ale."
"S-Sorry," She whines, head thrown back as you lift up again.
"That's okay. Even good girls need to be reminded of their place sometimes."
She whines into your mouth as you work yourself up and down on her cock.
There was no rush on it on your part.
Alexia was still your good girl but this was still a lesson about disobeying you.
You would have let her cum if she'd been good. She could have fucked you straight through to her own orgasm but now you wouldn't give her that curtsey, focused solely on climbing the peak yourself.
It comes maybe a bit too quickly and maybe you put on a bit of a theatrical moan as you tip over just to make sure Alexia knows that you don't need her fucking you to make you cum.
"Was that good, baby?" You ask as you lazily make out with her, still seated on her cock.
"Yes, amor."
"Do you feel better?"
"Yes..."
"But..."
Her throat bobs a little in nervousness and you wait her out.
"Can...Can...I want to..."
Voicing what she wants has always been difficult for Alexia so you gently kiss along your neck as you wait.
"Can I ride your thigh?"
You chuckle. "And I suppose you want something else with that too, do you, pretty girl?"
Alexia's face somehow gets redder. "Please."
"Come on, baby. Come be a good girl and get off on my thigh."
Alexia lazily takes off her strap as you reach into the bedside cabinet for lube.
"Colour?"
"Green."
She lowers herself onto your thigh and you tense the muscle.
You think this is Alexia's favourite way to get off. She didn't really enjoy taking the strap like you did and while she enjoyed you eating her out, nothing got her off quicker than riding your thigh with fingers in her arse.
"No," She says softly as you uncap the lube.
"You don't want my fingers, Ale?"
"No, I do...I...
She reaches for your hand, sucking in your first few fingers as she rode your thigh.
"Oh, Ale," You groan at the sight," You're spoiling me baby. You want my fingers in your arse that badly?"
She pushes further into your leg in answer.
"You're so good, baby. You doing so well."
You tease her rim gently with spit soaked fingers as she whines.
One finger first to ease her open, rocking it into her arse gently.
The angle is a little tricky, with your arm stretched all the way over her back as Alexia whines and whimpers into the crook of your neck but you've done this plenty of times.
You can make it work.
When the second finger joins the first, Alexia rocks herself more fiercely against your thigh.
"You're doing so well," You whisper to her," Taking my fingers so well. You're so good to me, Ale. Letting me look after you like this."
You don't need to do much, just hold your fingers there as Alexia rocks herself back and forth towards her peak.
"You're so good for me, Ale. You're so good."
You keep up your steady stream of praise even as she lets out a guttural moan.
You bring her down gently, easing your fingers out of her arse once she's fully relaxed and settled against you.
"Do you feel better, baby?" You ask," Was that okay?"
"So okay," Alexia mumbles, scattering kisses against your collarbone," Thank you, amor."
"You know I'm here to make you feel better, baby. I love you."
"Love you too."
You reach for her collar and she stops you.
"Want to keep it on for a bit longer," She says and you place your hand on her back.
"Okay, baby. Only for a little longer. We've got to get you into the bath."
#woso x reader#alexia putellas x reader#alexia putellas#woso community#woso imagine#woso fanfics#woso
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right person, right timing, right? | a charles leclerc social media au | pt. 1
pairing: charles leclerc x figureskater!reader (fc: jennie kim and some yuna kim)
after almost a decade, monaco's two-time olympic women's figure skating champion, y/n l/n, moves back home for her retirement.
notes: y/n's career is inspired by kim yuna's career! hopefully it’s not too confusing to read and follow 😭
disclaimer: typos. swearing. chatgpt french. i'm not the most educated in figure skating, so pls excuse any mistakes! photos aren't mine, nothing here is factual.
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nbcsports Y/N L/N announces retirement after 2024 World Championships
The Queen of Figure Skating has taken her last bow.
NBCSports writer Kyle Smith tweets word that Y/N L/N, whose bid to become a fourth-consecutive World champion was narrowly denied today by the United States's Carolyn Rivers, has confirmed that she will retire at the age of 25.
The Monegasque superstar will end her stellar career with the 2018 and 2022 Olympic gold, three world championships, and the distinction of never finishing off the podium in her senior-level international career.
Read the rest of the article now on our website.
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user no. fucking. way. please say sike rn
user God I don't blame her, figure skating is turning into math these days. She deserved that gold.
user ik monaco is depressed as hell rn LOL bc same
↳ user The way that's so accurate because imagine the #1 athlete representing your country is all of a sudden retiring. 😭😭 Monaco literally only has 2 Olympic medals EVER and they were both won by Y/N, if that doesn't say how significant she is to the country then idk.
↳ user i heard they even nicknamed her "Ice Queen Y/N" 😭😭
↳ user Yes, she is called "La Reine des Glaces" in Monaco!
user no hate to carolyn at all but she isn't rlly a complete skater. i'm extremely disappointed with the judging today
user wow i suddenly can't read
user Nooooo not my favorite skater ☹️
user i can't imagine watching a competition without y/n present :( such a major loss for the fs community, but i wish her the best in her retirement! 🥺🥺
user she just did one of the best performances i've ever seen, just to end up winning silver?? make it make sense fr
yourusername
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yourusername chez moi est là où est mon cœur, je t'aime monaco 🇲🇨 SEE TRANSLATION home is where my heart is, i love you monaco 🇲🇨
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graciegold95 Beautiful 💞
↳ yourusername 💞💞
user are you quiting skating forever? :(
↳ yourusername i’ll be taking a break for a while but i will always skate, just not competitively! ❤️
user Nous regretterons de vous voir compétitionner, mais nous espérons que vous passerez une retraite incroyable, notre reine des glaces. SEE TRANSLATION We will miss watching you compete, but we hope you have an amazing retirement, our ice queen.
↳ yourusername Merci beaucoup ❤️ SEE TRANSLATION Thank you so much ❤️
isabeau.levito 🥹❤️❤️
mae_meite Je te souhaite tout le meilleur, jolie 💞 SEE TRANSLATION Wishing the best for you, pretty 💞
user so beautiful
user Bienvenue chez toi ! SEE TRANSLATION Welcome back home !
user i can’t be the only one wishing for charles and y/n to reunite (and get back together) now that she moved back to Monaco 😅
↳ user STOP BC LITERALLY ME TOOO 😭😭😭
↳ user omg i thought i was the only one who remembered they dated
y/nupdates
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y/nupdates Y/N attending a fundraising event in Paris! This is her first appearance since announcing her retirement three weeks ago 🥹
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user I already miss seeing her on the ice 🥲
user omgg her wearing chanel is everything
user aww she looks so happy!!
user How did charles fumble her
↳ user i'm pretty sure that it was just the wrong time for them :(
↳ user Ik that they broke up bc she moved to Canada for skating but why couldn't they just do long distance 😩😩
user y/n will forever be my celebrity crush 😍😍
leclerc16
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leclerc16 Charles in Paris with fans today!
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user seeing everyone surrounding him overwhelms me and i’m not even there 😩
user am i delusional for thinking he’ll somehow see y/n in Paris 😭😭
↳ user I mean they also both have been in Monaco the past two months and so far no interactions between them 😐
↳ user well no interactions that we know of 😁🤔
user charles looks so bf here
yourusername
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yourusername merci @/chanelofficial de m'avoir invitée 💞 SEE TRANSLATION thank you for inviting me 💞
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chanelofficial 💞💞
user face card never declines
user so pretty 😍😍
user omg not arthur AND lorenzo liking this pic?? 👀
↳ user the logical side of me thinks it’s normal bc they all grew up together but at the same time it’s kind of sus since it’s usually just Arthur liking and not both🤔
↳ user 😭😭😭
user wait i’m confused why did she retire at such a young age?
↳ user It’s actually quite common for competitive figure skaters to retire “early.” Y/N hasn’t stated an official reason but I’m assuming the physical and mental exhaustion just got to her, especially because the sport has been favoring difficulty over artistry lately 🤷♀️
mlnmarta
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mlnmarta Les aventures avec sa tante Y/N sont ses préférées ❤️ SEE TRANSLATION Adventures with her Aunt Y/N are her favorite ❤️
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yourusername le temps avec Chiara est mon préféré 🥰 SEE TRANSLATION Time with Chiara is my favorite 🥰
user the cutest duo 🥹
user Why is this y/n girl suddenly everywhere
↳ user umm y/n and marta are childhood friends lmao they’ve always posted each other! i think the internet has just amplified everything recently
user so does y/n have no job now lmfao
↳ user I'm like 98% sure she's gonna end up being a figure skating coach or an influencer or both
↳ user guys she's literally still working with her sponsors and i don't think they're dropping her any time soon
↳ user Chilllll she deadass just retired
user NO WAY CHARLES LIKED
yourusername
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yourusername Je voulais juste remercier tous ceux qui sont venus me soutenir lors de ma dernière présentation à Monaco. Je suis infiniment reconnaissante. Ce n'est pas la fin, mais plutôt le début d'un nouveau chapitre. ❤️
I just wanted to thank everyone who came to support me at my final showcase in Monaco. I’m endlessly grateful. This is not the end, instead it’s the start of a new chapter. ❤️
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yourbestie À couper le souffle. Je t'aime ❤️ SEE TRANSLATION Breathtaking. I love you ❤️
user je n'ai pas pu m'empêcher de pleurer en regardant 😭😭 SEE TRANSLATION i couldn’t help the tears from falling while watching 😭😭
user you’re amazing 🫶🏼
chanelofficial 💞💞
adidas A true queen 👑
user WAITTTTT CHARLES LIKED
↳ user It’s aggravating to see Charles constantly being mentioned in Y/N’s comments. Other than that, this is a reach. I think everyone is forgetting that Y/N is highly respected in Monaco so it’s not unusual for Charles to like her photos. You can even check; all of Charles friends and other well known individuals from Monaco are also in her likes.
↳ user lmfaoooo it’s truly not that deep girl, it’s okay to smile
user her adding in her own translation is so real of her 😭
user There will never be another skater as graceful and talented as you 🥺🥺
f1gossip
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f1gossip Charles Leclerc seen with ex-girlfriend Camille Dubois driving around Monaco. Many fans were convinced he was back with a different ex, Y/N L/N, after Charles and his family were spotted at Y/N’s retirement showcase last week. Always Mr. Indecisive 👀👀
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user bruh 😐
user This is crazy wtf i’d be pissed if i were y/n
user CAMILLE AND NOT Y/N BYEE i’m sliding down the wall punching the air sobbing bc what the hell
user i’m going insane contemplating the possibility that y/n and charles were always just friends and never had any intentions to get back together
user not what i wanted to see first thing in the morning 👎
user guys was it all in our heads
#f1 instagram au#f1 social media au#f1 imagine#charles leclerc x reader#f1 x reader#charles leclerc fic#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc au#f1 smau#charles leclerc smau
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JJK OLYMPICS OHHH YOURE A GENIUS
head spinning w sooooooo many athlete aus rn…..
satoru honestly isn’t half as cocky as the media makes him out to be but he could be because you bring up world champion men’s freestyle swim times and it’s his name on the scoreboard ten times before someone else shows up. he’s faster than himself by fifteen seconds all around, he’s earned a bit of cockiness. mentioned in the last post that whenever he’s at a competition and he finishes a race, he looks at the camera and signs a little infinity sign and then blows a kiss to you. some bitter old coach always calls him out on it, and gets him fined for unsportsmanlike conduct, and he’s happy to pay the fees if it means getting a message home to you, but eventually you two come up with a new code; and at his next race, he places gold, turns to the camera, crosses his middle finger over his pointer finger and smiles. when he’s in his post-race interview, he makes sure to explain that he does it for you with the widest smile on his face.
megumi nepotism baby but not in the same sport. toji was a multi gold medalist back in his heyday for shooting, so it’s not really a surprise to anybody that megumi has scary good aim, but he takes to archery instead of shooting. actually the idea of megumi being an emo little kid and throwing rocks at a tree when his dad pissed him off his hilarious, and even funnier is toji watching him, slightly amused and a little scared because megumi is maybe six and hitting the exact same spot every single time. he grows to be very blase about it—it’s more of a release/hobby for him that he happens to be really good at, and well, now good enough to earn a few olympic medals. megumi is not a fan of having his dad ruffle his hair on international television after he’s won, but he supposes it can’t be helped.
i don’t know where to put yuuta…. tennis…. tempting….. him in his little white shorts…. little grunts after he serves…. cries….. a complete 180 in his personality when he’s playing vs doing anything else. so charming and sweet and kinda shy when he’s being interviewed, and the second he steps on the court his eyes are so cold it’s scary…. need him… extremely nerdy about his rackets, and shoes, and clothes, and rambles to you about aerodynamics and posture and torque whenever you ask him to teach you, and you always have to shutup him up with a kiss and remind him that yeah you sort of want to learn to play tennis for him, but mostly you came bc he looks hot doing it. once he got asked in an interview if he ever thinks about you while he’s playing and his response was very concise, “no, never. it would be a big distraction,” and did not realize the implications of his heavily televised words.
also…. not to make this post 40% yuuta but we could pull from canon a bit and make his sport fencing. he doesn’t excel because he’s the strongest, it’s because he’s learned to treat the sword as an extension of himself and a good strategist… also because i like the image of him pulling the helmet/mask off and shaking his hair out………..
don’t even know where to put yuuji…. volleyball? basketball? track and field??? the irony of him easily being the most athletic but canonically does not want to play sports 😭 but i can see him playing a sport because someone scouts him and it turns out to be a way to make steady money to support himself and his grandpa :( by the time he’s qualified and made it to the olympics, wasuke is doing much better (thanks to yuuji having landed some preemptive sponsorships and being able to afford better medical care), but not so well enough that he can travel across the world to watch yuuji play. wasuke tells you that you should travel and be with yuuji, but yuuji is so touched by the idea that you would stay with his grandpa and be by his side when he’s away :(( he wins gold, of course, and he doesn’t even wait until the closing ceremony—which, he’d mentioned in all of his interviews, so nobody can be too upset. he’s on record saying, “i’m excited to play, but i’m even happier to be going home. my girlfriend and my grandpa are watching me and i miss them!” several times— he’s on the first flight home with flowers, and tears in his eyes. puts his gold medal on his grandpa’s neck as a thank you, and spends probably thirty minutes straight hugging you and kissing you and honestly don’t put it past him to propose now that he’s got nike ambassador money
nanami started judo as a way to relieve the stress of his overbearing job, and someone at the gym/training center notices he seems to be a natural despite being a beginner. he starts to draw a crowd, which annoys him at first because the point of judo was discipline and release from having to deal with too many people at his office job, but nanami supposes he can’t be too mad when you introduce yourself as a talent scout and offer him professional training. there’s irony in him accepting your offer, because it was definitely not based in professionalism at all… quitting his job as a salaryman to become a professional athlete in his mid-twenties was not on his bingo chart, but if it means he will have met you, then so be it. you’re with him all the way, through his training, competitions, world championships, qualifiers, all the way until he’s on the podium. you’re the first to congratulate him, but he interjects by telling you he’s quitting. you ask him why—he just won at the olympics for crying out loud, but nanami just shakes his head, puts down his flowers and his medal so his hands are free to hold your face and tell you, “it would be unethical to kiss my manager, so i am quitting.” (later, when everything is said and done, and you two are cuddling, you mention to him that he could just hire a new manager, and not quit his new career, to which he blushes because yeah… that’s probably more rational, but rational was not in his train of thought at the time)
#anonymous#nanami kento.......................................... god#also yuuji :((((( just a kid who wanted to do something nice for his grandpa I will CRY#immediate proposal when he gets home to you who does he think he is? yuuta?#speaking of yuuta he's like the best player his age and he's always asked to attend events or parties or whatever#and he's always like ah no thank you I am going home to my girlfriend#every fucking interview it's like yeah I love tennis but I love my girlfriend more for supporting and encouraging me#my girlfriend my girlfriend my girlfriend#one day he actually seems Excited to be doing his press conference and a journalist picks up on it to which yuuta happily raises his hand#and lets everyone know that he's now engaged. and very very grateful for his wife#he does the same shit a few years later like randomly during a press conference he's like#'I am kinda nervous. my baby didn't sleep well last night so I was up with him pretty late' and everyone's like BABY?#and yuutas like yeah! he's almost 14 months now do u wanna see him!#let me stop bringing kids into this bc w/ satoru and kento I could go on for hours....#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo x reader#gojo smut#yuuta x reader#yuuji x reader#megumi x reader#nanami kento x reader#once u asked megumi what he thinks about when he's practicing and he's so deadpan as he reloads and arrow#and right before he lets it go he's like 'ur ex boyfriend' and then hits the target dead in the center LMFAO#olympics au
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