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When will we see the new 1dbandmate!yn album????

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Her ONO in London's 02 Arena: December 30, 2022

"Have fun out there, Mrs. Styles." Harry smiles when YN quickly hushes him with her gloved-covered hands.

After dropping her latest album last week (and getting married since then), the night has finally come for her One Night Only show at the O2 Arena in London. The couple now stands backstage just beyond the entrance of where she needs to go to head underneath the massive main stage.

She looks around to make sure no one is hearing them--only a couple of backstage crew members were around and talking amongst themselves as they prepare for the show--before she looks up at him with a giddy smile, "Thank you, hubby. Now go. I want you to be the first one I see when I got out on stage."

A giggle bubbles out of her throat as Harry takes her jaw in his hands and peppers kisses all around her scrunched-up face before planting one of her lips. As much as he wanted to, he knew that he couldn't wear his wedding ring for this special occasion given how much they love their privacy. It was for the best in the end.

Once him and her manager get escorted away (reluctantly so), he looks over his shoulder with a smile to see her scurry underneath the stage structure with her tour crew members flashing their flashlights to the floor in front of her.

...

Once her introduction video has come to its end, YN and her four tour dancers slowly get risen up to the stage to the beginning of her song Woman. The women are brought onto the stage in their fixed positions scattered around a few kitchen set pieces to replicate her album cover. Some are seated at the small table looking like they are doing a cheers with their glasses, another is by the refrigerator as she looks for something on the lower shelf and, of course, YN holding the glass jug of milk close to her lips like she's about to drink from it.

Fans can see she's also wearing her full blue gown that was used for the album cover. It doesn't take very long until she breaks from her frozen position and smiles in utter disbelief, hovering a satin glove-covered hand over her mouth as she looks around at the sold-out arena.

With the song's extended intro, her dancers seamlessly remove the fluffy bottom half of the gown to reveal YN's true outfit for the night. With the sound of an arena filled with screaming fans already chanting her name, her undying love for performing, and finding her husband standing in the relatively close section reserved for family and friends with a beaming smile--life couldn't get any better.

The five ladies on stage strut their way center stage and hit their first dance moves as YN sings, "Woman, let me be your woman..."

...

There's no way that the fans don’t miss the way that when YN sings Main Thing, she smiles giddily at Harry. As she dances and bounces around with her other tour dancers, she can't help herself from looking over her shoulder to match his lovesick smile.

Especially when YN hops down her catwalk and doesn't shy away from singing straight in her secret husband's direction, "Got me trippin', I adore you. I adore you."

...

"Hello, O2. M'name is YN, s'nice to meet you all," YN says from her spot at the end of the catwalk as the crowd roars. She raises her hand and waves to the audience on her right and then curtly spins to her left. She's then using both of her hands to wave to the people up in the nosebleed seats to the people down in the pit, to the people behind her, and all around her.

...

When YN riffs the last note of Bad Side, the audience screams and yells in a mixture of excitement, happiness, and craziness in seeing the pop star.

Once she hands her guitar off to one of the backstage crew members and begins to pull her satin gloves back on, she cheekily brings her chin to her shimmying shoulders.

In the midst of the screaming fans, she hears a girl at the barricade scream out, give it up for the dress!

"Oh, you mean this dress?" YN teases with a knowing smile while pointing to herself. She then takes a second to pose while the crowd yells in excitement: pinching the silk ends of her dress and jutting out her hip, turning around and cheekily looking over her shoulder, swaying her hips as she runs her hands over the front of her outfit.

"Oi enough, you guys flatter me too much," YN says as she messes with her earpieces. A bubbly giggle pushes past her lips when she hears the entire arena begin to bark and hoot. She looks up at her husband and other family members at their seats to see the way he's pumping his fist and hooting along with everyone else.

YN scrunches up her nose and playfully yet aggressively bites down her bottom lip as she copies his arm-pumping motion.

...

"Y'all already know this one," Is all YN says before the lights go out and the infamous guitar intro to her latest single Nonsense begins to play.

This song had its debut on her most recent tour a few weeks prior. Fans were in no way expecting her to just drop a new song off her upcoming album on a random show in Latin America but they gladly accepted the surprise with chaotic screaming, wide eyes, and making the song trend all over TikTok from her creative custom outros.

She moves down the catwalk with a bounce in her step, stopping to crouch down in front of some fans who are all desperately reaching their hands out in hopes to touch the pop star.

As YN sings, her reflexes come in clutch when someone throws a pair of retro cat-eye shaped sunnies and she's able to catch them before they fly by her head. The fans scream out in excitement when she slides them onto rest on the bridge of her nose as she continues the song with ease.

"I'll be honest," YN pinches the end on the sunglasses, tilting her head forward and sassily looks at the fans over them. "Looking at you got me thinking nonsense."

And when she gets to the outro of the song, the fans wait in anticipation for her freestyle ending:

"This crowd is giving me all the endorphins,

Y'all know H can rearrange my organs,

Donny was the city I was born in!"

...

"O2, you ready to slow it down with me?" YN asks as she settles herself to sit on her left thigh in a ladylike fashion. Before the audience knows it, she begins to sing the opening lines to Happier.

A lot of this album is dedicated to Harry, especially to the intense Rollercoaster they've been on in the past 12 years of knowing one another. When sifting through her old songs that never left her folder full of demos, she found this song dated back to 2018 when Harry was spotted with another girl.

She knew not to believe tabloids so easily, but when he didn't accept her nightly face time call, when he began to later to respond back to her text messages, and even canceled on coming to a show where she was going to secretly dedicate a cover song to him, she felt pathetic for feeling hurt.

They had only broken up a month prior in the midst of the on and off relationship, and she was quick to assume that he was quick to move on. Come to find that the tall blonde woman he was with was from his record label as he was working on pitching a chance to make a second album--with YN as one of the main producers no less.

Feeling embarrassed at her jumping head first into conclusions, she stuffed the song file away ready to be forgotten forever...that is until she played it for him for shits and giggles. She's didn't think much of it since they were already engaged to be married and her jealousy for the forgotten woman was way past her.

It became a bitter sweet moment since Harey kept insisting on her to fully produce the song and while she profusely rejected the idea, it's now one of her favorite tracks on the album.

...

"We were supposed to be just friends," YN lazily points to her right, a faux look of confusion washes over her face and she tries not to smile when the fans erupt in a fit of screams.

Glitch has been one of the most anticipated songs that fans have been wanting to hear after some leaked information on Twitter revealed that Taylor Swift was one of the writers on this track.

This song never fails to make the couple smile. There truly must have been a glitch in the system for ending up together--getting married after twelve years of being in love with one another. Through so many ups and a ridiculous amount of downs, it seems like this point in their lives would never come to fruition.

For YN, it's hard for her to wrap her head around how happy she is with him. This all seems so good to be true, like a dream that she's bound to wake up from any second. How can she still be in this in love with him? Wasn't she supposed to sweat out her feelings for him years ago when they were in the band together?

For Harry, there was no way that he would finally get his girl. There are times were he threw logical out the window and just contemplated for days on end how their old management team made them sign that contract all those years ago. With that silly stack of papers, the two teenagers agreed that they wouldn't date, be romantic with or do any type of other intimate acts within the band. While this should had dissipated their feelings for one another, it only somehow made their burning love that much stronger.

It's been almost a week since they made their promise to be with one another forever and both have been floating off in a cloud of bliss ever since.

"I thought we had no chance," YN shrugs up at her husband before giving him a reassuring smile and a lift of her pointer finger, "And that's romance, let's dance."

...

YN would be lying if she says that she wasn't nervous to sing her next song.

Low is by far one of her favorite songs on her new album. It has more of an R&B style of music that she loves and it expresses her true thoughts about being a private person--especially when it comes to her relationship with her new husband. It's definitely one of the more explicit songs she's ever made and bless Harry for being so patient with her on her indecisive, back and forth decision making before officially locking it into the tracklist.

Not to mention that her family and in-laws are in attendance for tonight's show.

Harry can see how timid she is when she begins to sing on the main stage. He sees the way she's keeping her eyes on the floor or glazing over the crowd, her movements are limited to slowing strutting her way across either side of the stage, and (similar to him whenever he performs a new song) her hands can be seen quivering as she fidgets with her earpieces.

However, it's safe to say that YN is pleasantly surprised when the crowd seems to be singing the loudest they have ever been since the start of the night.

By the second chorus, YN has a great surge of confidence zooming through her as she dances center stage with her back-up dancers behind her, "If you see me out in public, you don't know me, keep it silent, In the bedroom I be screaming, but outside I keep it quiet."

She's a performer and she feels so much love from the fans as they create a safe space for her to be who she wants to be on stage. There's no denying that even as shaky as she was at the beginning of this song, all her nerves are nowhere to be seen as she makes her way down the catwalk with a sultry sway of her hips.

"We fucking, we ain't making love no more," YN makes a talking motion with her hand. "You talk that talk, but it don't match with yo' strokes." The floor of the arena is practically shaking when they see YN extends her arm lowly out in front of her and moves her hips like she's sensually thrusting into someone to the choppy beat.

...

"Um," YN puts a hand above her eyes to block the blinding stage lights to look up at the section of the area reserved for family and friends. She can't help but let out a nervous laugh before waving up at her loved ones: her husband, her stepmum Penny, her mother and sister-in-law, Louis and the rest of the Tomlinsons as well as some of the other Styles family members who were recently at her wedding.

"Hi everyone. Sorry yeh guys had to see that," She snorts and the crowd laughs along.

After following Low with her song Need To Know and 34+35 from earlier in her set (both songs with an excessive amount of hip swaying, gloved hands running over her curvy body parts, and bum bouncing), she just needs some reassurance that she hasn't totally traumatized her family.

"Mum, Anne. Yeh lot alright?" YN gives them a thumbs up and she giggles when the two mums lift their hands up in the air as they holler out to let her know they were having a good time.

"Okay, good. I mean, this is a family show after all," She gives a very nonchalant shrug as the crowd erupts into a fit of screaming. After a minute of the crowd going crazy, she lazily brings her microphone back to her lips as she drags out, "Or is it? Right, babe?"

YN cheekily smiles up at her husband and if the crowd wasn't already losing their minds, they certainly are now. "Aw, look he's so embarrassed. It's 'cause our mums are here. Don't worry, it's not like m'singing about choking you with a sea view or anything. Or singing about a certain sugary fruit that's code for doing something nasty to you. Or about...nah I won't say that last one. Anyways..."

...

"...know it's for the better..." YN continues to sing over and over again.

As she sings, her eyes look up at the beautiful sight of a fan project before her. The area is split into three colorful, lit-up sections: pink for her first album, green in the middle for her second, and blue for her current album. And right in front of her, a giant red heart that expands from the nosebleeds to the pit.

Waiting Room was the first love song YN ever wrote. A song too emotional for 17-year-old YN to ever show anyone, a song too embarrassing to ever see the light of day, a song she pathetically wrote about her bandmate.

She'd never had a real crush on anybody before, let alone know what it feels like to be in love. So when these oogey gooey, butterfly-flapping feelings in her tummy emerged at the sight--no, at the mere thought of Harry--it terrified her. She certainly didn't have the courage to talk with anyone about it but she knew she had to get it out somehow; so she turned to music.

Her repeated line has a multitude of meanings and as the years go on, it only seems to increase: her unable to be with him during their time in the band, deciding to keep her feelings bottled away for the sake of friendship and professionalism, finally working out their hidden away feelings, taking things slow, and so much more.

Her emotions get the best of her and she takes a step back from her microphone stand, and while still strumming her guitar, her eyes get glossy and her nose turns pink.

The crowd finishes the song out, repeating the line over and over again, she gives the crowd a water smile and mouths the words thank you.

...

"So with this next song, I wanted to explain a little something before I sing it. Alright?" YN introduces at the end of the long catwalk.

"This song was inspired by a real-life situation, but not in the way that yeh guys may think. So I have a close friend who had some guy issues and after some talking, I suggested that she make a list of things that she doesn't like about this guy to help her see how bad he is for her. And so with her permission, I made it into a song." She huffs a laugh when she hears the crowd begin to scream in excitement from knowing what song she's going to sing next.

"So let me just get one thing clear," YN raises her finger by her hand, already having a hard time taming her smile. "This song is not, not about Harry."

The crowd lets out some ear-piercing screams at the mention of what they know to be her boyfriend. When YN dropped this song as her first single off of her new album about two months ago, both of their fandoms went ballistic in assuming that 10 Things I Hate About You was about the one and only mister Harry Styles. The fans went crazy trying to piece together all the information on this so-called list and couldn't wrap their heads around Harry being so toxic.

The couple knew this was far from the truth and as long as they knew that, it was all good. Plus, they both had a good laugh seeing all the conspiracy TikTok videos attempting to explain how this was related to Harry in some way and to hear how shocked people were that he was unable to...perform in bed. Some were even trying to connect this song all the way back to Kiwi.

This song is by far one of her favorite songs to perform live. The fans are screaming the lyrics back to her, the floor is shaking, and YN is bouncing around all parts of the stage.

Especially when YN sings:

And I don't know how I fell for your shit

You gross me out, now I got the ick

And I've got a list on why you don't get to-

YN throws her head back, arms splayed out beside her and with a beaming smile, mouths along as the crowd screams out, "Fuck me!"

...

"If you want-want what you want-want, then you want it," YN moves her arms similarly to her husband when he aggressively hits music beats on stage.

"You're better than the man I knew, we were in a band and you would flinch, you wouldn't make a move," YN dances freely around the stage and waves her hand dismissingly beside her. "Try to forget the rest as I watch you get undressed. I pray to God this won't be a mess."

This song is hands down YN and Harry’s favorite song they made on her album. Each line of this song encapsulates their relationship from bandmates to more. A fee years cannot erase their history, their love, and passion for one another. It's a wonder to both of them how much their burn for each other continues to blaze stronger after all these years.

"Everybody's always known," YN's lips tug up in a smirk as she hears the crowd scream out knowing precisely what she's referring to. "But I didn't want to admit."

Anyone can obviously point out how enamored Harry and YN have been with one another since 2010. With as much denial as the two of them have been to not only themselves, but to the public eye, they were no match for their fanbases.

It has taken YN years to finally come to terms with that fact that it's okay to love and care about someone as deeply as she does with Harry. She's finally and fully able to admit that she wants him, to have and to hold him, in sickness and in health and for the rest of their lives.

He is truly her soulmate, he's her endgame.

As YN effortlessly hits the last high notes at the end of the song, color confetti rains upon the crowd and they're graced with her golden smile.

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octaviasdread · 5 months ago

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Dead Poets Date Hc’s

Meeks x Charlie - Paint Twister

Initially, Charlie’s looking for subtle ways to get his boyfriend away from his work desk.

Meeks is obsessive - hunched over, glassy eyed, and forgetting to eat until Charlie (lovingly) shoves the straw from a protein shake between his lips.

It needs to end.

So Charlie turns to Youtube.

Sports aren’t Steven’s thing, but Charlie reckons stretching counts as exercise, and spirals into a rabbit hole of sappy couples yoga full of poses Meeks would never do.

But he needs to do something. Dinner is cold (again) by the time Steven leaves his desk.

He’s an hour late and squinting through a screen headache, but his eyes hold so much love that Charlie opens his arms wide as his boyfriend stumbles into their kitchen.

His phone, like the search, lays forgotten.

Three days pass with similar, fruitless efforts.

It’s an accident when he finds it. He’s scrolling mindlessly as his algorithm finds a game that’s dumb enough to be his idea, yet simple enough to entice his boyfriend’s too generous nature.

It’s perfect.

He hardly spends five minutes annoying pouting sweetly before Meeks abandons his work with a deep sigh.

It takes three successful poses and two spilled paint cans for that dazzling grin to displace the tense set of Steven’s shoulders.

The arrow whirls again and again in haze of tangled limbs, laughter and rainbow paints.

But there’s one thing Charlie hasn’t counted on - how much he appreciates the sight of his handprints stamped boldly across his boyfriend’s body.

His manager might not know it, but Meeks doesn’t return to his desk until breakfast.

In Charlie’s eyes that alone is worth the clean up.

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sxcret-garden · 2 months ago

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ღ Announcement ღ

Hey guys, it's been a while since I've really been active on here! A few things happened that kinda put me in a bad writer's block, but I'm hoping I can finally pick up writing again soon. That said, I have two things to announce!!

ღ I have decided to merge my boy group writing blogs. That means I will occasionally also post sfw works on here from now on, and my other blog @starry-nights-garden will be archived.

ღ I'm about to hit 2k on here, which is really exciting!!!! Once I manage to get back into writing I'd really like to do a little event for that, but I haven't thought about what exactly to do yet. I will make an announcement post once I've decided on that, but I'm also open to ideas from you guys^^

#don't come for my throat when you see the 05-liners appear on my masterlists aksdjfklsa #there will still mostly be mature content on here - but i'll also sometimes post sfw works from now on~#also the writer's block is BAD so please have patience... i'm probably too optimistic atm #so it'll most likely take another few weeks until I can go back to writing properly #(unless uni starting again fucks that up but yeeaaaahhhh we'll see skjdflksajfk)#notice

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suguella · 2 months ago

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can someone log into my account and finish my kinktober masterlist bc im tired 😔

#꒰͡ 𐙚 ͡꒱ bella parle #my password is ifucksukunaeveryday #and the email is mypussyneedssukunasdick #i got work and uni #i need to finish this masterlist asapp #i might change one of the ideas tho bc its on everyones masterlist #and i planned for this shit at the start of september HELP #idk it puts me off it..

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temporaryuniverse-writing · 2 years ago

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Masterlist

A list of all my fics. I write about Obi-Wan Kenobi, mostly one-shots and shorter multi-chapters. You can expect whump, hurt/comfort, and angst. Some of them even have a bit of fluff.

Will be updated when new fics are posted.

Ignite ~ Sequel to Incarnate. Obi-Wan can't die. Not permanently, anyway. This is a very useful ability in a war. And now that his secret is out, the Senate is eager to use it.

Cover Your Eyes ~ On a mission far away from Coruscant, Qui-Gon Jinn makes a decision that will have profound repercussions.

I Have Made Mistakes ~ Hello, My Old Heart series. Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and Boga take a vacation to a very special place and get a chance at some more healing. Plus a chance to play in the snow.

Border Line of Weightless ~ Obi-Wan isn't afraid of falling. Not when he has wings and the Force on his side. And then he learns what it's like to hit the ground.

Happily Ever After ~ A month ago, Quinlan and Obi-Wan defeated the Sith Lord and ended the war. Now, they get to enjoy their happily ever after.

Resilience ~ Twelve years after his defeat at the Battle of Naboo, Obi-Wan's greatest enemy has returned from the dead. Obi-Wan has faced Maul and lost. Now it is time to face himself.

Soldier, Poet, King ~ Hello, My Old Heart series. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan find their footing after Melida/Daan, with a little (maybe a lot of) help along the way. (Multi-chapter)

The Toll of the Bell ~ Lem Ninnudrar is back at the Jedi Temple for the first time since they were Knighted. They spend the day doing what they love most, and maybe contemplate taking a Padawan along the way. Tomorrow, they decide. They'll do it tomorrow. But something dark lurks around the corner of the night, and tomorrow may never come.

Speak No Word (Hear No Sound) ~ Ahsoka wasn't sure what she was getting into when she was assigned to Master Kenobi and sent to the front lines. She didn't even know he was deaf. Being captured together gives them the chance to get to know each other a little more. For better or worse.

The Best Nerfburgers in the Galaxy ~ Three generations of Jedi. One diner. Or how Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka all meet Dex and discover the best nerfburgers in the galaxy.

Wing and Blood ~ Sequel to Scale and Bone. Obi-Wan doesn't realize he's been injured on the battlefield. But neither does anyone else. This leads to some complications and some cuddle piles.

This Will End ~ Seven months since he left the Jedi Order. Four months since he came home. Four weeks since he met Boga. Already, Obi-Wan cannot imagine a life without her by his side. But something is wrong with her and he doesn't know what, and the thought of losing her terrifies him. Boga can't be dying, can she?

Heart of the Blade ~ The crystal is the heart of the blade. Every Jedi knows this, and every Jedi knows also, that the crystal is the soul of the Jedi. A Jedi is not whole without their kaiber. Or: The battle of Naboo, when the Jedi carry their hearts in their hands.

Scale and Bone ~ The Zygerrians know all the best ways to break a person. Between the electrowhips and the starvation and the Togruta being punished in his place, Obi-Wan is struggling to hold himself back. Tearing the slavers apart with his teeth and claws is becoming more and more appealing.

Painted Future ~ All his life, Obi-Wan has been having visions of the future, or at least, many possible futures. When he gets lost in the Temple, he stumbles across proof that he isn't the only one who has seen what is to come.

Wearing Thin ~ Sequel to Perennial. The longer the war goes on, the harder it is for Obi-Wan to keep going. The pain is never-ending, and it's only getting worse.

Vital ~ Obi-Wan and Cody get trapped in a lab filled with toxic gas. Cody is safe inside his helmet, but Obi-Wan is not so lucky. The consequences may be more than the 212th medics can handle.

Precarious ~ Obi-Wan has infiltrated Death Watch in order to keep Satine and Qui-Gon one step ahead of their adversaries. But now he is alone, in a camp full of people who wouldn't hesitate to kill him if they found out who he really was.

Incarnate ~ Amaranthine sequel. Before Obi-Wan died to General Grievous, he had foolishly hoped he could maintain his secret until the end of the war. He should have known his luck was never that good.

Perennial ~ Obi-Wan knows pain. He has been in pain since he was thirteen and fighting in a war for peace. Now he's thirty-five and fighting in another war, and the pain hasn't stopped. But pain isn't the only thing he has carried with him.

Bloodstained ~ Obi-Wan experiences a rite of passage many Jedi go through, one of the hardest and most distressing. The first time he takes the life of another sentient.

Quiet ~ See My Dreams All Die sequel. Sidious is dead and Obi-Wan is free. But after everything that's happened, healing from what has been done to him seems impossible. It's good then, that he isn't alone.

Sinister ~ Obi-Wan and a squad of 212th troopers enter a Sith Temple. They may get more than they bargained for.

Downward ~ The lower levels of Coruscant are a dangerous place, as newly-Knighted Obi-Wan Kenobi is about to discover.

Innocent ~ Obi-Wan is sentenced to death for a crime he did not commit. Qui-Gon races to find the true perpetrator before his punishment can be carried out.

Consolatory ~ After a bad battle, Ahsoka has trouble sleeping. Her Grandmaster helps.

Amaranthine ~ Obi-Wan dies. And then he lives. The only problem? He hasn't told any of the 212th about his immortality.

Reparable ~ After his time spent as Rako Hardeen, Obi-Wan is struggling to deal with his regret and his friends' anger, even when he knows he did the right thing. Luckily, Boga is there to help.

Lucrative ~ A pirate crew gets ahold of High General Obi-Wan Kenobi and decide they can profit from their prisoner. Obi-Wan can only hope his rescue arrives before they can ransom him off to the first interested party.

Snowy Situations ~ In a series of unfortunate events, Obi-Wan and Anakin crash their ship, fall into a frozen lake, and get caught in a snowstorm. Waiting for rescue, Obi-Wan tries to comfort his sick and injured friend and reflects on his relationship with his former Padawan.

Desolate ~ Qui-Gon's Padawan is kidnapped while on a mission. When he finds him, he learns that rescuing does not always equal saving. And - Obi-Wan is held captive as a bargaining chip. While in a cage, he learns that living does not always equal surviving. (Multi-chapter)

Need a Friend ~ Obi-Wan has just returned from confronting the Sith he thought he killed twelve years ago. He wishes he was coping better than he is, but his friends are there for him anyway. Padmé and Bail don't know what's wrong with their friend, they can only hope he will tell them.

Nothing Gold Can Stay ~ There is no glory in war. War is unforgiving. War doesn't care who lives or dies. Obi-Wan just never thought it would take Cody from him.

Run ~ Qui-Gon sent him into the forest to commune with the Living Force. Instead, he's running for his life and the forest is burning around him.

Call It Home ~ Obi-Wan has a headache. Qui-Gon takes care of him.

See My Dreams All Die ~ Anakin dies on Mustafar, and Obi-Wan is certain he will join him. But Sidious is in need of a new Apprentice, and Obi-Wan Kenobi, injured, alone, and grieving, makes the perfect candidate. First, he must be broken. The battle for Obi-Wan's soul has begun, and the Sith won't accept anything less than complete submission. Obi-Wan will Fall, or he will die. (Multi-chapter)

Duty ~ High Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi has been captured by the Separatists. His interrogator believes he knows a way to get him to talk. After all, if the Jedi value all life, shouldn't they do anything to prevent the deaths of innocents?

Pirates and Patience ~ Children are going missing from their homes. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are tasked with finding and stopping the gang of pirates responsible. Things don’t go according to plan. (Multi-chapter)

‘Til the Sun Goes Down ~ Mace Windu, not Obi-Wan Kenobi, goes to Utapau to face Grievous. Obi-Wan Kenobi, not Mace Windu, goes to confront Palpatine. The course of destiny changes forever.

Oathbreaking ~ A repudiation and a new beginning. (Multi-chapter)

Faultlines ~ After returning from Zigoola, Obi-Wan feels the Dark Side more strongly. And it centers around Chancellor Palpatine. (Multi-chapter)

To Live, To Die, To Fail ~ Maul wants revenge. Obi-Wan just wants to get out alive. AU of 4x22 "Revenge"

The Will of the Force ~ Obi-Wan Kenobi was born 32 years after he should have been. This changes everything and nothing. (Multi-chapter, In Progress)

Not Alone ~ Obi-Wan has never really been interested in sex. That's perfectly fine with him, but not everyone is so understanding. Luckily, Qui-Gon is there to reassure him.

The Cell ~ Captured by mercenaries seeking information on the Senator Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were sent to protect, the master learns what helplessness feels like as he is forced to watch the torture of his padawan. Can Obi-Wan hold out long enough for rescue?

Stars Hide Your Fires ~ Qui-Gon is dead, but the battle doesn't end there. Darth Maul has one more trick up his sleeve and Obi-Wan has a promise to keep. (Multi-chapter)

Who Remains ~ Obi-Wan receives tragic news. Anakin learns a grim truth. They both mourn a friend.

#masterlist #uni fics #star wars #obi-wan kenobi #whump #fanfiction

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kaitaiga · 2 years ago

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i promise I’ll have better stuff out soon I’m going through an art block rn 🧍🏻‍♀️

#less damien I promise I feel like I spam him bc I have many thoughts about him LOL #also cuz uni starts soon so i wanna do at least one nice piece before my brain gets fried 💀💀#but before that I need to make a masterlist bc I am losing my mind trying to navigate my own blog #kaitaiga’s thoughts

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peachesandmilktea · 2 years ago

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HI GUYS IT'S BEEN A WHILE I'LL BE POSTING A ONE SHOT TONIGHT

#thank geri for making me bring my ass back here as soon as uni finished #the OS is one i've posted on ao3 so i've you've read it there no you didn't #maybe I'll even update my masterlist!!!! how could would that be!!!!#Peaches talks #ramblings

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jinkoh · 2 years ago

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hiiii midnight rain anon here again and i think there's been a ̶g̶l̶i̶t̶c̶h̶ ̶l̶m̶a̶o̶ ̶i̶'̶l̶l̶ ̶s̶t̶o̶p̶ ̶🙆‍♀️ slight misunderstanding that may have been caused by how i worded my ask?? sooo when i mentioned midnight rain i kinda meant a fic based ONLY on the "he was sunshine, i was midnight rain" lyric and not the mismatch in their levels of ambition….idk if im making sens e dskldsalk

then again as a relatively newer universe (love it here so far btw if not for the dearth in fics dfssfljksj) and if hyunggu isn't sunshine (isn't he???? though???? im confused), im pretty curious as to who better fits the concept?? plus if you'd ever consider writing it for said member id still be v much invested despite being hopelessly and unabashedly whipped for hyunggu haha-

also don't apologize!!!!! i really appreciate ur time and insight, thanks again 💕🧎

hey again! 🥰 i'm sorry i totally misunderstood--i'm usually the type to pick apart the lyrics and take as much from it as i find fitting when i write songfics, so i just automatically interpreted it that way!! also omg!! welcome to the uni family!! ❤️ (ikr the amount of fics is a little depressing. i can think of like 3? 4? or so? writers aside from me that actively write for ptg--it's not much)

obvsly this is just my personal take but the first member that comes to my mind when i read the word "sunshine" is always Changgu. He's just. Pure sunshine. Radiates warmth and positivity. A sweet precious soul hfjdhfkjh though the story i had in mind was actually about shinwon (but now after thinking about it i feel like changgu would work so well too help)

Hyunggu is. I mean he is sunshine. He's sweet and kind and caring and has a very bright and happy smile. But he can also be a little cunning and very flirty and smug--a bit like a wolf in sheep's clothing? i don't know how to explain it better but maybe you know what i mean hdjfhs Either way, absolutely valid to be whipped for him. Let's be real, who isn't at least a little in love with kang hyunggu 🥲🥲🥲

thanks for stopping by again!! I hope you have a lovely day ❤️

#this is rlly just my personal impression though #if any other uni out there has anything to add or a differing opinion feel free to chime in❤️#also you probably already found them all but if you want a list of accs who (actively) write for ptg lmk #it's rlly not much though #i also have some fics reblogged in my ptg recs tag #most of the writers aren't active anymore but it's still worth it to check out their masterlists some of them rlly wrote a lot #midnight rain anon #ask.kebbi

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the-real-milo · 2 years ago

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blog overview

hey y’all! my name is milo and i’m a college student / writer :)

open to fanfic writing requests! all the fandoms i write for are mentioned in the masterlist

ao3 join the taglist!

also, i'm currently a student studying at uni, paying college student money. if you're able to spare anything, please consider donating to my ko-fi! I'm also working on settting up ko-fi commissions, so stay tuned for that and let me know if you have something in mind!

#writblr #writing #writer #student #college #uni #fanfic #self insert #milo #request #commission #taglist #masterlist #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #draco x harry #hp

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cocoluvs-2 · 16 days ago

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♡﹒ ( ‘ over , over thinking us , us , us ‘ )

⌗ welcome to cocos masterlist ! where you can find all the idols and groups i write for .

☆﹒ → unis

☆﹒ → le sserafim

☆﹒ → babymonster

☆﹒ → illit

☆﹒ → newjeans

☆﹒ → young posse

( ‘ thought about you way to much ’ )

#cocoluvs #young posse #babymonster #illit #newjeans #unis #masterlist #coco #luvs it #artists on tumblr

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silly4seojun · 2 months ago

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reminder: all works are tagged as either ‘fluff’, ‘angst’, ‘suggestive’ or ‘nsfw’ and contain appropriate content warnings at the top of each post.

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SILLY4SEOJUN — do not repost, copy, steal or modify any of my content.

#naruto masterlist #dividers by v6que & kgymz & s-unie

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graveyardmourningdove · 10 months ago

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I can't decide is deciding to make my own masterlist of tma information provided in each episode is the best or worst idea of my life. Its taking me so long (finished 1 ep lmao) but also, its so fun :3

#the magnus archives #tma #im gonna brainrot so hard in uni updating my masterlist in my free time #im going insane #RAHHHHHH

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slytherinslut0 · 2 months ago

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SLYTHERINSLUT0’S KINKTOBER

october 1st. theodore — size kink, big dick.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST | 2024.

summary: there’s a rumour going around that theodore nott has a big dick…..why not see it for yourself?

warnings: 18+, SMUT MDNI, hogwarts uni (obviously), big dick!theo, size difference, size kink ofc, fingering, PIV, dirty talk, slowish sex, put on your fantasy cap for this one bc it’s a little wild, also, anyone know any wheelchair providers?

How the hell did you end up here? How had a night meant for celebration, for laughter and drinks and the triumph of a Quidditch victory, lead to this—

Fevered kisses, teeth clashing—your breath catching in the dim, muted glow of Theodore Nott's dorm—spine pressed against his door as his lips attacked yours, moving to your neck with a hunger that had your knees weak. There was a party, still alive somewhere down the hall, warmth spilling into the corridors, the echo of cheers and laughter floating past—but it was all a distant memory now. All of it blurred, lost in the way Theo's hands roamed over your hips, tugging you closer like he was starved.

Oh, right—the rumours.

Rumours have always had a way of creeping into places they don't belong. A whisper here, a careless word there. Stupid little fires, barely a spark until someone fans the flames. You've seen it before—how a single rumour can grow, how it can warp a simple night into something bigger. Something chaotic.

And now, well, you're living it.

Curiosity was what pulled you into his orbit tonight, what sparked the embers that had been burning between you two for far too long. Because Pansy Parkinson—loud, exaggerative, and far-too-tipsy—couldn't resist spilling some gossip mid-party, something about Daphne, something about Theodore and nine goddamn inches.

You know, the usual Quidditch post-match talk.

And it should have been nothing. It should have got lost in all the other Slytherin boy ramblings but instead, it stuck. Gods, it fucking stuck. Pansy's little comment sparked the fire in you, a fire that led to a conversation over drinks, your hand grazing his, and before you knew it, you were leaning into Theodore Nott at the punch bowl, asking questions you had no blasted right asking, yet went ahead and did anyways.

Something about...well—

"You've heard, then," he'd replied, voice low as those blue eyes watched you over the rim of his glass.

It wasn't a question. It was a challenge. For all the audacity you had—Theodore had just as much.

"I have," you leaned closer, your voice almost teasing as you whispered against the curve of his ear. "Big rumours, Teddy...huge, even."

He tensed, just slightly, the kind of reaction you noticed only because you were watching him so closely. You're pretty sure he wasn't expecting something like that to come out of your mouth—and you couldn't blame him, because truthfully, you weren't expecting it either.

That was, what you'd like to call, the point of no return.

There was a response from him. Something cocky enough—something like; "and do you make a habit of believing everything you hear?"

"Not everything," you said with a shrug, though your heart was in your fucking throat. "But I'm open to proof."

There weren't very many words exchanged after that—maybe some slight teasing—maybe another brush of his hand—but Theo was never a man to waste time, and it was clear that whatever curiosity you held for him had bubbled up now—heady and bold—and created a mess between you that couldn’t be contained.

The party, the victory, the cheers—it all became static as his hand slipped around your waist, his lips at your ear in a whisper. "Then let's put these rumours to rest."

You barely had the chance to nod before Theodore moved—grabbing your wrist and moving you through the crowd like you were something to be expedited, the sea of students parting before him. Pansy spotted you leaving, her eyes gleaming as she threw you a wicked smile and a drunken thumbs-up. You rolled your eyes, smirking back, but everything else blurred into the background as Theodore led you out of the common room, and before you knew it, you were inside his dorm.

The door slammed shut behind you, the cold surface meeting your back before his lips found yours—urgent, consuming. His hands moved with purpose, sliding under your shirt, lifting it over your head before you even realized what was happening. His own shirt followed, discarded carelessly onto the floor as he pressed his body against yours.

The memory blurred as the urgency of the present took over. You gasped at the feel of him, his entirety—hard, aching, massive. The outline of him was impossible to ignore, the mere suggestion of what was to come already making your heart pound wildly in your chest.

The rumours had seemed absurd at first, but now...now, they felt terrifyingly real. He was huge.

"Tell me," he breathed, his voice a low rumble against your lips as his fingers worked deftly at removing your skirt. "About those rumours..."

Your head fell back against the door, exposing the line of your throat as his mouth moved lower, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Whimpering, you caressed his shoulders, up his neck, finding his hair, fingers teasing the warm, hidden shell of his ears. At this, his back crested, and he moaned, pitching forward, hips working to fuse you with the door.

"I—I heard..." you tried to speak, but his mouth was on your neck, and the words tangled in your throat. "Gods—something about...nine inches..."

Theo hummed against your skin, the sound vibrating through you, sending blood pooling low. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his lips hovering over yours, his breath hot and heavy as he wrapped his hands around your thighs and lifted you up—carrying you toward his bed.

"What else." He muttered against your mouth.

"Daphne..." you panted, barely able to think straight with the way he was touching you, the way he was looking at you. "She...she said she couldn't take it all..."

"And if I say that's true?" He rasped, laying you down onto his comforter. "What then?"

A shiver shook you from the base of your spine, and you curled your legs around him, core clenching hard—he sprawled over you, his body massive—engulfing yours, roving his hands up and down your bare thighs as his lips left wet, warm kisses across your breasts, teeth digging into the sheer fabric of your bra—you were gasping, whimpering under him, your chest rising and falling so rapidly you'd think you'd ran a marathon.

"Gods—that's...an odd question, Teddy..." your hips bucked, seeking his touch, and he grazed your pussy over your underwear, thumb ghosting your clit through the fabric. You squeaked, and he silenced you with his mouth, tugging at the fabric until he'd fit his thick fingers under the hem. "Are you...mm..asking if I can handle it?"

"Fucking soaked already," Theo peeled away, gasping, watching you as he slid a digit through your hot slit, his breath hitching. "Yes—I'm asking if you can handle it."

"Fuck—I don't—I don't know..." he dragged a slickened finger over your clit—you quivered, biting your lip until you found your words. "Only one way to find out."

"You're right," he breathed, swirling his finger, your body pulsing underneath him—every nerve within you roaring to life. "I'll be easy on you...I'll go slow..." his thumb took over, his middle and fourth finger teasing your entrance, lips hovering over your ear. "Let's stretch you out first."

"I—" you began, and he plunged into you. "—fuck."

Theo crooked his fingers in your cunt, eyes focused on your flushing face, the flow of your moans, his breath shallow as you clenched and pulsed around him. His thumb traced rapid little lines around your swollen clit, two long fingers filling you full. He wet his lips, pressing his mouth to yours in a brief kiss as he snapped his wrist, curling and scissoring inside of you. His hips rocked with his rhythm, and you caught sight of his erection straining against his jeans—

"Tight little thing," he growled, head dipping low as he watched his fingers disappear inside your dripping cunt. "I might fucking break you."

He jutted his erection against your thigh and you moaned, clenching around him. "Mm—Theo—"

His eyes followed yours toward his crotch—you couldn't help yourself, your fingers burned to feel him—to stroke him—to feel the weight of him in your hand. He nodded, and amidst your gasps and moans you reached for him, grasping at his zipper and undoing the button, tugging his jeans and boxers down his thighs—

Theo groaned and your mouth watered. Those rumours—Gods, those fucking rumours—

"Fucking hell—" you breathed, wrapping your fingers around his thick, heavy cock—he choked, digits pumping you deep—your thighs shook, your pulse in your throat. You tightened your fist and stroked him, watching him from half-lidded eyes. "Theo—holy fuck.."

His lungs sputtered. "That enough proof for you, Bella?"

You nodded and he throbbed—twitched under your grip, blood biting his cheeks when you coated his head with the bead of his pre-cum, his breath uneven, tattered from the weight of lust—but so was yours.

You moaned. "Oh—Gods—I'm—"

Theo circled your stiff nub, pumping his fingers into your pussy, and pleasure wracked you, pouring into your pulse, your orgasm charging toward you at light speed—his lips found yours, softly, muffling your moans.

"You're close, I can feel it..." he muttered against your mouth, fingers dragging at your walls, groaning as you clenched—as your free hand gripped his hair harder. "Cum on my fingers, Bella, go on..."

You shuddered and snapped—pleasure pulsating from your core and through your limbs, your orgasm lighting up your spine. In its intensity, you bit at his bottom lip while your cunt clamped down around his fingers, a feral energy coursing—the need for more—the need for every goddamn thing he was willing to give you eating away at your sanity—all coherent thought gone, only dissipating further as Theo pulled his fingers from your soaked cunt and sucked them clean with a growl.

"As fucking delicious as I'd imagined," he cooed, drifting his other hand up your thigh, fingers kneading the trembling flesh. You swallowed, lungs still working to find their rhythm. "I don't think you have any idea how long l've wanted this...any idea what you do to me..."

Gods—you almost wanted to laugh—this felt like a fever dream. You'd been friends for years, the fact it took this to get you both here was astonishing. His blue eyes peered down at you—wide and waiting.

"Look at you," you muttered, eyes dipping down to his throbbing dick, still twitching insistently in your hand. "I think I know exactly what I do to you."

Theo snuffed a groan in his throat, but his cock twitched again, despite himself—there was no preventing that.

"Cocky as ever," he whispered, lips curling in a teasing grin. "But now's not the time, principessa..."

"I can handle you," you breathed out, though a tremor in your voice hinted at the uncertainty you felt.

"We'll see." He said. "Lay on your side."

With a flush creeping up your neck, you complied, turning to face the window. The moonlight filtered through the glass, casting a silver sheen over the rippling surface of the Black Lake. Theo moved behind you, his body flush against yours, the slickness of sweat making your skin cling together—one arm slipped beneath your head, cradling it, while the other slid under your thigh, lifting it with a deliberate, practiced motion.

His dick slid against you, the girth daunting enough if not for the sheer fucking length of it—his body was massive behind yours, dwarfing you, a solid wall of heat at your back. You'd never felt so small, so fragile in a way that screamed breakable.

Theo teased your slit, covering himself in your juices—

"Just the tip, yeah?" He whispered, and fuck—you almost moaned. His voice was ruined. "For now."

"Theo—I—I think I can handle it..." you were trying to convince yourself as much as him. You wanted him to enjoy himself, too. "Just…fuck me, please.."

"Merlin help you..." Theo groaned and it almost sounded pitying—dragging the swollen head of his cock against your clit before dipping lower, pressing against the folds of your greedy cunt— "you don't know what you're saying..."

His arm under your head curled inward, wrapping around your neck and holding you in place against him—his other hand guiding his length to your entrance and pressing in—shushing you softly as the first inch breached you and you cried out—as your mind blanked.

"Theo—" you gasped through the chokehold he had you in, his free hand holding your thigh up as it trembled. "That's—you're—fuck—"

He pulled out and rocked along you again, testing you, offering you centimeters of his length at time. Gooseflesh flooded you.

His lips pressed against your ear. "Shhh, you said you could handle me, yeah?"

His hand on your thigh shifted lower, resting on the crease. He rutted against you a few more times, dragging this out for everything it was worth until he brought the tip back to your entrance and pushed in—slowly, inexorably—spearing you open, splitting your cunt and prying you wide in a way that rid your breath.

You whimpered, hand scrambling for purchase on his hip behind you. "Ohhh—h-holy fuck.."

"Fucking hell...you're tight..." his arm around your neck tightened, holding you against him and he pressed in deeper. "That's barely half..."

You fought for air and found absolutely none, every muscle in your body tensing, your limbs trembling, your mind fizzing with staticky pleasure. You felt as though you could break in two.

"Fuck," he drew out again, and pressed back in. "You can barely take it."

He was right. You could barely fucking take it. A revelation that you weren’t surprised by—but that made all the blood in your body pool low, walls fluttering around him in protest.

"Gods, Theo—T-theo—" you grasped his wrist, nails digging into his skin, eyes squeezed shut. "Wait—"

"Little more...you're doing so good, Bella..." he was cooing now, pressing kisses to your cheek. "I'll make it fit...we'll make it fit, won't we?"

You couldn't find a fucking modicum of sense to articulate a response. All you could do was feel—take and feel—the way he slid out, only to drive into you again, slowly, with a hiss of air through his teeth—drawing out loud, shameless groans from your chest.

"Mmm—breathe, Bella..." it was soft, soothing, like he was trying to coax you open with words. "Relax for me, yeah? Let me in...let me in..."

You obeyed without even thinking, pulling in shaky breaths, forcing your body to comply, even as your muscles screamed to stay tense—to fight the overwhelming fullness of him. You felt as though he couldn't possibly get deeper, but then he did, and he continued to until he bottomed out—his cockhead kissing your cervix, forcing a sound out of your chest that was more a sob than a moan.

Your eyes were shut so tight. "That's—"

"All of me," he interrupted, satisfaction dripping from every syllable. He rolled his hips, grinding against you, barely pulling out before pushing back in, and your whole body clenched in response. "Does it hurt?"

Every movement proved indefinitely that he was as long as he was thick—your core stretching to accommodate him. You felt him in places you'd never felt before—moulding and carving you out just for him, digging out new space inside you that only he could occupy.

"A little—“ the words were a whimper, and your walls tightened around him instinctively, fighting to adjust, to accommodate the impossible size of him. “Gods—“

"Then why are you making it worse?" He hissed through his teeth, strain bleeding into his tone. You could hear the shift—wrecked, ruined, like he was barely holding onto himself. "Fuck, you're squeezing me...too tight...relax.."

He pulled out and thrust back in, harder this time, sucking in air through his teeth as he worked you wider with each plunge into your soaked cunt. Your body rebelled, clenching down around him again, and he groaned, the sound vibrating through you, his hips snapping against yours in response.

"That's not going to make it easier, you know." His voice was a tight growl, but there was a grin in it, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you. "Keep that up and I'm going to leave you sore all day."

The thought made you clench again, your body betraying you as a broken apology fell from your lips—pain giving way to pleasure. "I'm—ohh—sorry-"

"Oh, you're going to be sorry." His pace quickened and you were seeing stars—bright and flashing and blurring your vision. "When you're spending all day in bed tomorrow...recovering..."

It only took seconds before he was grunting behind you—lost in your tight heat as he held you against him, hooking your thigh up toward your chest as his arm tightened around your neck, cock ramming your cunt—colliding with your cervix, pushing screams from your lungs. You couldn't think—couldn't catch your breath as he drove into you over and over.

"Fuck—so good…so fucking wet..." Theo moaned, the sound of his cock slippery and lewd, broadcasting evidence of your arousal. Face on fire, you tossed your head back against his shoulder and closed your eyes, chewing your lip, rocking with the force of his strokes. “You like that—being filled like this...greedy little thing..."

You whinged; he was boring into your stomach, delight gushing through your veins. You had never been with a man this endowed, and this fucking ruthless. It made you throb, set you aflame, whirled your brain with desire. Words eluded you.

"Ohh—yes,” you choked out between moans. "Gods—you're huge—"

"I am," he groaned in your ear, the hand on your thigh shifting to your belly, palm pressing against your pelvis—he eased his pace, offering you deep, slow strokes, letting you spasm around every goddamn inch. "That's how deep I'm in you."

At that, you moaned, shamelessly. Cocky bastard he was. You knew now that he was more than entitled to it.

"Can...fuck—can I cum in you?" His fingers slipped to your clit, slowly swirling over it—you didn't even have a second to process that question before the pleasure wracked you so hard you cried out, and he growled. "Fuck—let me cum in you...in this pretty little cunt.."

Somewhere in the blur, you registered his words—low, rough, pulling at the frayed edges of your sanity. Contraceptives. You were on them. It was the last rational thought you had left, buried deep under layers of heat and want. You knew you were fine, but the way he asked, in that voice—Gods—

His fingers increased their pace and you wailed. "Theo—holy f-fuck—yes—yes please!"

Lightning euphoria ripped up your spine with a shameless shriek, your climax shattering you. Your cunt throbbed and milked his dick, your thighs twitching, and your back reached for the wall but his arm around you kept you in place, pleasure possessing your nerves. It seemed an eternity—he was still fucking you through it, breaking you deep, and then he shattered too—breath washing over the back of your neck, chest heaving and lungs sputtering as he spilled his release into you, deep and sticky and hot.

You were still floating between realms of sensation and reality—your mind struggling to tether itself back to consciousness when Theo finally pulled out, releasing you. Both of you were heaving, chests rising and falling in tandem, your bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction.

A moment passed, your breaths slowly steadying, when you felt his arm snake around your waist, pulling you effortlessly against his chest. You shot him a weak, lopsided smile over your shoulder, still catching your breath.

"You okay?" He murmured, his voice a quiet hum in the afterglow.

"More than," you nodded, though your body still hummed with the remnants of pleasure. A hollow ache replaced where he'd been, leaving you startlingly aware of how empty you felt without him. "That was...you are...

"I know," he purred, lips grazing the sensitive spot behind your ear, the smirk practically carved into his breath. You could feel his smugness radiating off him, a tangible thing. "Hope your curiosity was sated."

You let out a breathy laugh, the warmth of his body seeping into your skin. "That, among other things."

"Good," he whispered, "I went easy on you."

You huffed, a slow smile creeping across your face. "Is that so?"

"Extremely so," he murmured, fingers tracing lazy circles over your hip. "Took all the willpower I had."

"Sure," you teased. "You're just saying that because I took you so well."

He chuckled, low and sinful, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your spine.

"Oh, she's cocky," he drawled, lips brushing your shoulder. "We'll see about that after I put you in ten different positions."

Your heart stuttered, your muscles tensing at the sheer boldness of the statement. Heat pooled in your belly once more, that insatiable curiosity sparking again. You knew this night was far from over.

Perhaps a little more proof wouldn’t hurt...

You turned your head just slightly, voice breathy but wanting. "Please do."

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imaginaryf1shots · 2 months ago

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Married? | Oscar Piastri

WC: 2.1K

Oscar x Wife!Reader

Summery: He never met to hide it, it's just the way he is.

Warning: none

Masterlist

Oscar Masterlist

It was always a known thing, there was never any doubt in anyone that knew him, Oscar has always been destined to be an F1 driver. It was written. Anyone that knows him knows this. And you've known him almost all your life. Before he went to Europe and before he started travelling around for Karting and racing in the Formula series. It seems like there was never a point in your life where Oscar wasn't in it. What started as playground friendship turned to crushing on each other, turned to liking each other and then turned into a relationship. Not high school sweethearts, more like six grade sweethearts. No one expected your relationship to last due to you being so young, and still growing up and developing. Yet, the distance only made you grow fonder of each other. Your relationship survived him moving to the UK for school and racing, it survived the time difference and all the growing up you had to do. Video calls are your thing, you're the kind of people to have it on for hours doing mundane things not necessarily talking but just having the feeling that the other was there.

Now when you became 18, the next step wasn't surprising to those around you. You and Oscar talked about it for so long, you finished school already, so what was stopping you? Nothing. With the help of your parents you both got married, and so you relocated to the UK with Oscar.

You went to Uni and he was off racing. Coming home to you was always the highlight of the day for Oscar, he'd leave his bags by the door and search for you in the apartment before he'd just all but throw himself at you just wanting some love and attention.

You'd be sitting on the sofa folding some laundry, the TV playing, the door would open and close and you would be none the wiser. Oscar would follow the sound of the TV finding you engrossed in the show that's playing, your hands moving on their own as you fold his shirt. Oscar would move to the sofa and you'd gasp in surprise, finally noticing him before he threw himself on the sofa, his head in your lap, his face hiding in your stomach.

"God, Osc, you scared me." You'd say but smile nonetheless, Oscar would mumble a 'sorry' and you'd barely understand it. Your hands go to his hair and you run your fingers through his locks, scratching ever so slightly. Oscar would groan and you lean down to kiss his head. "How was the flight?"

"Long." You hum and just let him have his time getting what he needs. Now it's not often that he'd fall asleep like that, but the flight was long and he didn't get any sleep, he doesn't remember when it happened, but he falls asleep. You'd stay like that for an hour or two, the TV still playing but the sound is lower until he'd wake up. Once he starts waking up, he starts moving around, he moves to his back and slowly opens his eyes, blinking up at you.

"Hey sleepyhead."

"Hey, I didn't realise I slept."

"Yeah, didn't even give me a hello kiss or anything." You teased him, Oscar sleepily sits up and places a hand on your cheek before he presses his lips to yours, once, twice, three times before deepens it. You sigh in content. Happy to have him in your arms after almost a week.

Oscar didn't mean to hide it, he just didn't wear his ring, he lost it twice at races and since then he only wore it when he's not on a racing week. He's also not very talkative, he doesn't find himself sharing things about himself willingly, but if you ask he'll answer, you just have to prompt him. Maybe it was because he was a rookie, or because there was many things happening, but no one realised he was seeing someone in 2023, you've been to races, you didn't really like the limelight, not while you're still studying at least, so you'd go into the paddock alone, but you'd still be a guest of McLaren. Some people just assumed you're a family member (which is correct, but not how they thought) or just a close friend.

All of that came to an end when you finally finished Uni, and were free to travel more, and coming into the paddock with Oscar wasn't such a scary thing anymore. It all came with the fact that you got a new ring for Oscar and kind of 'proposed' to him with it in your living room, Oscar decided to try wearing his ring, he wouldn't have to take it off anyways. It's his wedding ring, and according to the rules he could keep it on.

It was a Grand Prix weekend, Oscar's family flew out for the race. You walked in with them, Nicole was by your side, a couple photographers took photos, manly because they're Oscar's family, not that they know about you. Getting into McLaren, someone tells Oscar that you're all here, you were back in Australia for 2 weeks, while he was at the factory working, it's more than you both had gotten used to in recent years. Oscar comes in and he ignores his family heading straight to you, you smile up at him and he leans in, giving you a hug and a quick kiss.

"Glad to know, you missed us." Nicole teased Oscar, and he went to hug her. She's always happy seeing how still in love you both are, it warms her heart. Her son is in a happy marriage while achieving his dream away from her. Oscar stands with you all as much as he could before he had to go back to work. You all made it to the hospitality.

"I heard Oscar's family is here." Lando walks in at one point, with a smile on his face, he greets everyone, stopping at you, seeing no similarities between you and Oscar. "I know I saw you before, but I don't know who you are."

"It's alright, I'm Oscar's w-."

"Girlfriend?" Lando cuts you off with a smile. "I knew he's in a relationship but he hasn't introduced you."

"No, I'm not-"

"Oh, are you not his girlfriend? I'm sorry."

"It's not tha-"

"I just want to meet his girlfriend, he never talks about anything unless you ask him and-"

"Lando, I'm his-"

"He seems like he's in a relationship, at least that's what I understood from him."

"I'm his wife."

"But I could be wrong and this is all a- wait... what?" Lando stops once he realises what you said, his eyes are wide while you just smile at him.

"I'm his wife." You say again, and his sisters all just giggle to themselves, finding it all very amusing. Lando looks at Nicole and Chris, as if he's waiting for them to say something, to say it's a joke, to deny it, anything.

"I told Oscar to just come out and say he's married." Nicole said shaking her head slightly, this is about to come out, and she knows Oscar will once again turn the internet on it's head.

"he's-you're-and." Lando looks to have malfunctioned. "I need a moment to come to terms with this."

Lando walks away in a daze, it leaves you all amused. You text Oscar telling him what happened with Lando.

Oscar didn't read your message, Lando walked in on him and his engineer while they were in a meeting.

"You-you- you have a wife?" Lando asked, and Oscar's gaze turned from confused to amused really quickly.

"Yeah." Oscar answered simply.

"What?" It was Tom's turn to be surprised.

"I'm married." Oscar held out his left hand showing his ring.

"I thought that was a family heirloom or something." Lando was exasperated.

"No, I lost one or two rings, so y/n, bought me a new one recently." Oscar explained.

"y/n? the girl you bring with you to races from time to time?" Tom asked remembering you, he saw you a few times, but there was never a sign that you're dating Oscar, never mind married to him.

"Yes."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"It just never came up." Oscar shrugged, leaving both men flabbergasted, astonished by the realisation.

"You're one of a kind, Oscar, seriously." Tom shook his head and sighed. "We have to get back to our meeting, this will have to wait."

It didn't take long for the news to travel, those that were in the hospitality and saw the whole thing go down with Lando went on and spread the news around. And Lando asked a few people if they knew, apparently only Zac knew, he thought Oscar wanted to keep it a secret so he said nothing.

The news took a while before it reached Williams.

"Mate, did you know Oscar is married?" Alex asked Logan, Logan frowned and looked up.

"Yeah." Logan answered as if it was a stupid question.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I thought it was a known thing, I don't know." Logan shrugged. "He's been married since he was 18."

"18!" This was an even bigger shock to the Williams driver.

"Yeah, the moment y/n turned 18, they got married."

"Wow."

And thus the news once again spread, this time the other way around, all the way back to McLaren.

By the time of the driver's parade almost everyone knew that the youngest member on track was married. Oscar was the last on the back of the truck/car thing. All eyes on the Aussie.

"What's... going on?" He asked as he moved down to an empty spot.

"Are you really married?" Charles asked.

"Yeah." It seemed like this was Oscar's favourite answer.

"So I have a daughter in law?" Charles asked and Oscar laughed before nodding. "Wow, they grow up so fast nowadays."

"And you've been married since you were 18?" Max was the one to ask, he's as curious as everyone.

"Yes, the month she turned 18, we got married, and she moved to the UK." Oscar informed them. "And before you ask, I knew her since we were like 5, and have been together since we were 10-11."

"That's crazy." George said to Alex next to him.

By the time the race was underway, a few cameras made it to the McLaren garage for a sight of you. As Oscar was leading the race, the camera flashed to you, with your name and Oscar Piastri's partner under it. The ones watching from home were left confused, but not for long. Oscar won his second race of his Formula 1 career in his 2nd season.

You made it to Parc Ferme, with his parents, his sisters opting to stay in the garage and not get squished. Oscar was the last of the top to make it back, he went to his team before he went straight to you, as always leaving his parents to be hugged after you.

"Congratulations, my love." You tell him, and he squeezes you tighter, the helmet is in the way, but you still kiss the side of it. Oscar then moves to his parents before he goes to get weighed and interviewed by Nico Rosburg.

"-and before we let you go, and not to take away from your win, I have to ask." Nico said and Oscar smiled, he knew what was about to be asked. "Set the records straight, are you married?"

"Yes, have been since I was 18." Oscar said and looked your way, and the camera panned to you, as you stood between his parents smiling with love and adoration for your husband.

"Well, it might be late, but congratulations." Nico said and patted his back, before Oscar made it to the cool-down room.

Cameras snapped a lot of pictures of you, as they waited for the podiums to start. It was obvious how familiar you are with Oscar's parents, and how they treated you like one of their daughters. The interaction was just filled with love and care. This has been going on for years, there's no denying it.

"I didn't know it would be such big news." You said that night, as you and Oscar cuddled on the Sofa, having a quiet moment in the hotel with his family.

"I knew." Nicole said.

"I did too." Chris said.

"Me too." Hattie said.

"Of course it would."

"Obviously."

"Noted." You said and Oscar smiled, kissing the side of your head. "Now everyone knows you have a wife."

"And everyone from your university knows you have a husband."

"You two are still as awful as ever." Hattie said and rolled her eyes teasingly.

"You should've been used to it by now." Nicole said and smiled at her family.

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