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[hsunrry]

christmas lights // one shot

harry styles x fem!reader

summary: some fun christmas time with your husband.

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words: ~1,5k

warnings: smut18+, praise, tying up, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: merry christmas everyone!

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“i’m home!” he called when he walked into the house. he grinned when he saw you in the living room, quickly approaching you, picking you up and spinning you around. “hey beautiful.” he pressed a soft kiss onto your lips, putting you down and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “what were you doing when i was gone?”

“i grabbed everything necessary from basement to decorate the christmas tree.” you smiled, looking up at him. his eyes lit up with excitement.

“no way, really? that’s brilliant.” he squeezed you gently. he glanced towards living room, already imagining colourful tree.

“mhm, but i was hoping you could help me with it.” you said. he chuckled and ruffled your hair playfully.

“of course i will. i’m the muscle in this operation after all.” he flexed his muscles jokingly.

“okay, you go grab it from basement and i’ll make a space for it in the living room.” you pecked his lips quickly, rushing further into the room. he watched you making space for it for a few seconds, before heading to the basement. he carried the tree up effortlessly, placing it in the stand you prepared. you started opening boxes with ornaments and christmas lights. he smiled to himself, watching you looking like a kid on christmas morning.

“this is perfect.” he smiled, kneeling beside you to help sort through the ornaments.

“oh, those are the old ones.” you mumbled, grabbing a string of the lights. “i’m not even sure if they’re working.” you chuckled softly. he picked it up from you with a small frown, moving to plug them in. he smiled when the lights flickered to life. you laid down on the fluffy rug, stretching a little. he unraveled the string, checking each plastic bulb to make sure they all worked. as he did, he glanced at you sprawled out on the rug, looking cozy and content. idea popped inside his head when he looked at you. “what are you doing?” you chuckled, looking at him hovering over you, his knees on the both sides of your hips. he smirked, lowering himself down, his lips inches from yours.

“i thought you might need help testing the comfort of this rug.” his voice was low and teasing as he nudged your nose with his playfully.

“oh really?” you smiled. his fingers slowly lifted your t-shirt, revealing your stomach. he tossed it aside, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled mischievously.

“you know, for accuracy in our rug comfort test, we should really be in our most comfortable state.”

“mhm.” you hummed, taking off his t-shirt as well. his bare chest pressing against yours now. his hands slid up your sides slowly.

“see? much more comfortable now, don’t you think?” he looked at the christmas lights shining above your head, grabbing them. you raised your eyebrow, not sure what his idea was. “what?” he chuckled. “i’m just adding a little… ambiance to our test.” he grabbed your hands, placing them above your head.

“babe, you’re aware that that’s for the tree and not to tie me, right?” you chuckled. he smirked, wrapping the lights around your wrists and securing them gently.

“nah, these lights are much more useful for this purpose, don’t you think?” he asked. you tilted your head back to watch him tying you up. he grinned, looking at you all tied up with the lights. he leaned down, pressing soft kiss to your neck, before draping the lights over your arms and torso, creating a festive glow around you. “there, now you’re the most adorable christmas decoration i’ve ever seen.” you rolled your eyes playfully at his words, feeling him taking off your sweatpants along with your panties. he admired the sight of you lying there completely naked underneath him. he ran his fingers through your hair. “you know, i think this rug test is going to take a lot longer than i initially thought.”

“really? couldn’t tell.” you bite back a smile. he chuckled, his fingers tracing patterns on your stomach as he looked at you.

“let’s see… the rug is soft. check. you’re warm. check. you’re tied up with christmas lights and naked. double check.” he grinned, wrapping his lips around your nipple, making you gasp. he sucked gently, his free hand fondling the other one, playing with it and rolling it between his fingers. he looked up at you, his eyes shining with desire as he continued to tease your peaks, the christmas lights casting a warm glow over your body. he took off his sweatpants and boxers in meantime. he positioned himself more comfortably on top of you, spreading your legs wider. “you know…” he started, his fingers stroking along your wet folds and checking if you’re ready. his breath teased your ear as he whispered. “all this testing has gotten me in quite the festive spirit. might have to make this a yearly tradition, don’t you think?”

“definitely.” you smiled, gasping right after when his two fingers entered you. he began to move them slowly, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside you. his thumb circled your clit in teasing motions as he kept his eyes locked with yours. you moaned when he added third finger, stretching you out as he continued to pump them in and out of your tight heat. his mouth covered yours in a passionate kiss, swallowing down your moans as he fingered you faster now.

“you’re so fucking tight, love.” he murmured against your lips. after few thrusts he withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them up to his lips to suck them clean. he positioned himself between your thighs, rubbing his length against you teasingly.

“babe, come on.” you looked at him. he smirked at your impatience, lining himself up at your entrance. he pushed in just the tip.

“what’s the magic word, sweetheart?” he teased softly, holding himself back as he looked down at you, perfectly tied up.

“please.” you whined. he chuckled, pushing in deeper with each thrust, taking his time to fill you completely.

“that’s my good girl.” he praised as he bottomed out, giving you a moment to adjust before he started to move slowly, his hips rolling against yours with each thrust. you moaned softly, your body arching. his hands gripped your thighs possessively as he lifted them higher, wrapping your legs around his waist. he began to move faster, hitting deeper spots inside you that made you whimper. he loved the way you looked tied up and helpless beneath him. his movements became more intense, driven by primal urge to claim and please. “fuck, you have no idea how sexy you look right now.”

“you feel so good.” you gasped. he leaned down to capture your lips again as he continued to thrust rhythmically. his movements became more deliberate, targeting that sweet spot deep inside you that made you tremble and moan. when he finally found the perfect angle your head snapped back with loud cry. “fuck! right there!” a smug smile played across his lips as he maintained exactly what you needed, staring down at your pleasure-wracked face.

“that’s my girl. like that spot?” he reached one hand between your bodies, adding some pressure on your clit with gentle circles. you nodded breathlessly. “use your words, love. i want to hear you say it.” his thrust became faster, more demanding. “tell me you love how i’m fucking you like this.” his voice was husky with desire, his control slipping.

“i love that, i fucking love that.” you moaned. his eyes rolled back at your words, deep groan escaping his throat as he pounded into you harder.

“fuck yes! you love it when i tie you up and fuck you raw?” he pressed his fingers to your clit harder.

“yes.” you gasped.

“louder. i want to hear you say it!” he growled, his hips slapping against yours as he chased his release and yours simultaneously. “say ‘i love being tied up and fucked raw by my husband!’”

“i love being tied up and fucked raw -fucking god- by my husband.” you whined. overcome with lust hearing you proudly proclaim such dirty desires, he increased his intensity. his rock-hard dick plunging deep. “i’m gonna come.” you gasped.

“come for me then, love. i want to feel your pussy squeeze the fucking life out of my dick.” he snarled, his own release just on the cusp.

“yes, yes, oh fuck!” you cried out, clenching around his dick. your tied up body arching off the rug. the sensations sent him over the edge. with a loud, guttural groan, he buried himself deep, releasing inside you. his hot seed pulsing and filling you up as he continued to grind through his own intense orgasm.

“fuck, i love you so much.” he panted.

“i love you too.” you gasped breathlessly. he leaned down and captured your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth. when he pulled out, he smiled lazily at you.

[kaybug88]

Katsuki Bakugo x Wife!Reader

December 23rd:

Katsuki Bakugo x Wife!Reader

Note: Use of (Y/N) + Newly weds

“What if we made our actual house!?”   “Hell no, that's stupid.”

TW: Swearing

WC: 1.2k

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“(Y/N)! Time to go, we're gonna be late!”

Katsuki calls From downstairs. For some context, you're going to Mina and Ejiro's house to hangout before everyone starts going out on missions again. Tonight was, and will be the only night your whole friend group can take off for a while. You're planning to make Gingerbread houses, watch movies, drink hot cocoa, and exchange presents.

“Coming!”

You call from your bedroom before stepping out and closing the door. By the time you're at the front door, he's in his black Ford F150 Raptor with the engine Running and his playlist Blasting out the open windows.

You roll your eyes with a grin before walking over and getting into the passenger seat with a small huff.

“Need a hand, princess?”

Katsuki says with a shit-eating grin while you send him a half-assed glare.

“No, I'm just fine On my own.”

You counter while buckling in and he begins to back out of the driveway, his arm slung over your seat.

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Upon arrival, you notice you're not the only couple in matching pajamas. Kyoka and Denki are in pajama pants with polar bears and white hoodies. Eijiro and Mina are in Batman Hello-Kitty pants with pink long sleeve shirts. You and Katsuki are in red and black plaid pants with black shirts. 

“Hey y'all!”

You excitedly say while walking towards your bestfriends while Enjiro and Denki start up a conversation with Katsuki.

“So, how're you, Mrs.Bakugo?”

Mina chirps while dragging out your new last name.

“Yeah, how's it feel to finally take the Bakugo name? Feel angry 24/7 yet?”

Jiro chuckles while giving you a hug, Which you happily accept. Mina joins in the hug, which makes you smile.

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“No, you absolutely cannot make our house a pile of rubble. It's a Gingerbread house, not Gingerbread house rubble.”

You say, smacking his hand lightly, earning a small scowl. You playfully roll your eyes as you reach for white frosting, in order to decorate the house before putting it together. . . As one would, right? Apparently that's wrong.

“Nope, I'm doing that. Can't trust you to make it not look like shit. Pick out the candy or somethin’.”

Katsuki said, sliding all the Gingerbread house pieces toward him, and away from you; turns out Kirishima’s ‘genius’ idea to make this a competition wasn't so ‘genius’ after all.

“Denks-!”

Jiro panics as Denki’s elbow misses their house by mere inches. Kirishima and Mina are so concentrated they don't even notice what has happened, causing you to snicker to yourself before going back to the candy selection.

“Kats! What if we made our actual house!?”   

You suggest excitedly as you show him green gumdrops that could work perfectly as the bushes in your front yard.

“Hell no, that's stupid.”

He protests while carefully putting the Gingerbread walls together with white frosting that looks upsettingly neat.

“Whatever. . .”

You groan, picking out some pretzel sticks to use as a path up to the front door. You stick one in your mouth, leaving the salt treat hanging from between your lips. You set down little piles of candy you could use for decorations, and can't help but notice the way Katsuki Eyes your lips.

You raise a brow at him before he grabs your chin and leans in to take his own bite of the pretzel, his lips brushing against your own for a split second. You sit there wide-eyed as he smirks at you with hidden intent. Nobody else noticed what he had done, but you sure as hell don't regret him doing it.

Hoping that blush isn't too visible on your face, you pass him a small bowl with little red ball sprinkles before glancing at his face. His brows are furrowed in concentration while his tongue is peeking out from between his lips.

Noticing how concentrated he is on the larger details, you secretly grab a few green gumdrops, lining the yard with them. Every few seconds, you glance over at him, trying to hold in the goofy smile hiding behind your lips. 

“The hell are you doing? If you want shit lining the house, use those.”

He says while pointing to a bowl of green and red candies that probably taste like diabetes. You bite back a frown at your failed attempt to add secret little details from your own house and try to think of more subtle details. You could casually suggest. Your mailbox would be a good idea, but you would probably need Katsuki to help you, so that’s a no. 

Instead, you think of the arches by your doorstep. Katsuki is absolutely loaded with money and refused to, in his words, get some small, shitty house that doesn't have room for future plans.

You reach for a small unopened box of candy canes striped with vibrant greens and reds, pulling out a few and dumping the rest out into an empty bowl. You hold back a giggle as Eijiro sneakily takes one, unwrapping it and sticking it in his mouth. Rolling your eyes at the action, you place two of the candy canes next to Katsuki, clearly suggesting that he use them. 

He nods lightly and begins to form icicles along the edge of the roof, which you have to admit is quite a smart idea. Noticing black licorice, you can't help but imagine it as a chimney. You show it to Katsuki with a grin.

“Hey! What If we use this as a chimney?”

You suggest with a cheery tone, holding a few of said licorice and he gives you a smirk.

“Hey, so you do have good ideas in there.”

He teases, flicking your forehead. You know he's teasing you, and completely unaware of the glare he's receiving from Mina.

“What!? She's got great ideas in there!”

Mina says with a bit of sass and lightly hits him on the head, her yellow eyes narrowed into the glare only a mother could muster. Scary.

“Get the hell off me, Raccoon eyes! It was a joke, she knows she's smart and I wouldn't have married some damn idiot!”

You bite back a chuckle at the look Katsuki has on his face. He's clearly not mad, and there's hints of adoration and love sparkled into his dangerous red eyes.You smile when he looks over to you without a hint of Annoyance or anger, and  a pinch of wonder of how he landed someone so wonderful.

“Aww, Kats.” 

You say, leaning your head on his shoulder. His face flushes as he hunches back over to continue building the house. So adorable. You grab the licorice, arranging it to make a cute little chimney on top of the house. 

“Ta-da!” 

You nudge Katsuki, gesturing to your little chimney, which sits at an awkward angle. He laughs, a genuine, sweet one, and adjusts it carefully. Now all you two need to add is a door. Easy. 

You grab a piece of gingerbread, carefully outlining a door and breaking it out. Handing it to Katsuki, you grab a bunch of mini candies. He carefully frosts the top of it, and sticks it to the front of the house. You lean in, rimming the little door with the candies. 

“Alright, we’re finished!” 

You say, leaning back and stretching. Katsuki does the same, wrapping one arm around you and pulling you closer. 

“Ya’ know what? We rocked this.”

He said with a small chuckle as he presses A kiss to your head. He pulls out his phone and snaps a photo of your house made from pure hard work.

[slytherin-princess-x]

Slytherinmas day 24

Warming Up | Theodore Nott x Reader

"Cold hands, warm heart."

Summary: not so innocent reader get a little cold. Wanna cuddle,Teddy?

The Slytherin common room has always been freezing in winter. The lake water pressing against the windows doesn't help, casting an ethereal green glow across the leather couches and stone floors. Usually I love watching the Giant Squid drift past, tentacles creating mesmerizing patterns in the murky depths, but today I'm too cold to appreciate the view. I'm curled up in one of the plush armchairs near the fireplace, my Potions textbook forgotten in my lap. Even with the flames crackling merrily, the December chill seems to seep straight through my bones. The dungeons were clearly not designed with student comfort in mind.

"Merlin's beard, why is it so cold in here?" I complain, rubbing my hands together. My fingers feel like icicles.

Theo looks up from his spot on the couch across from me, his dark hair falling into his eyes in that effortlessly messy way that makes half the girls in our House swoon. He's wearing a thin t-shirt despite the cold, because of course he is. Show-off.

"Maybe you wouldn’t be if you weren't such a delicate flower, Bambola," (doll) he teases, a familiar smirk playing at his lips. His eyes gleam with mischief as he watches me suffer.

I roll my eyes at him “we can’t all be human furnaces like you, nott”

"I'll warm you up," he says with a wink, patting his lap invitingly.For a moment, I hesitate. Sweet, innocent y/n, sitting in Theodore Nott's lap? The gossip would spread through the castle faster than a Firebolt. But the cold is making me bold, and honestly? I'm tired of playing it safe.

"Promise?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.Something flashes in his eyes – surprise, maybe, that I'm actually taking him up on his offer. But Theo recovers quickly, his smirk widening into something almost predatory.

"Come find out."

I don't need to be told twice. Rising from my chair, I cross the short distance between us. His hands find my waist as I settle into his lap, and even through my sweater, his touch burns.

"Still cold?" he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear.

"Freezing," I whisper back. Then, feeling particularly daring, I slip my ice-cold hands under the hem of his t-shirt. Theo's sharp intake of breath and groan is extremely satisfying.

"Merlin's pants, y/l/n!" he hisses, but he doesn't push me away. Instead, his grip on my waist tightens.

"Your hands are like bloody ice cubes."

I trail my fingers across his stomach, savoring both the warmth of his skin and the way his muscles tense under my touch.

"You did offer to warm me up."

His laugh is low and rough. "I did, didn't I?" One of his hands slides up my back, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "But you know what they say about playing with fire, love..."

I turn my head to meet his gaze, our faces inches apart. "Maybe I want to get burned." The common room suddenly feels a lot warmer.

@yootvi @redeemingvillains @littlemadamred @smut-anarchy

[drghostwrite]

What Love Left Behind

Well I did it again… or at least I had some help from a special someone who knows who she is…

We found a quote that I want to use to write for everyone favorite obsession, Agatha Harkness…

“I asked her if she believed in love, and she told me it’s her most elaborate method of self-harm.”

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x reader

Warnings: smut… Minors DNI!!!!

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The words came out so easily, it surprised even you.

“I love you.”

You and Agatha had decided on having a night in to yourselves, an intimate evening between two girlfriends. You found yourself cooking at the stove while Agatha filled you in on her latest witchy adventures.

You poured her another glass of wine and kissed her lips as she slid up onto the counter and you slid between her legs, your hands massaging into her thighs.

“Mm I could get used to this view…” she said in a sultry tone before bending to kiss you.

“Oh yeah?… me cooking for you or me trapped between these gorgeous legs?”

“Both… you belong with me darling, every part of  you.”

“I love you.” and there it was the atomic bomb that you just let slip.

Agatha froze, her sharp features momentarily softening into something unreadable. Then, just as quickly, her smirk returned, guarded and playful.

“Well, aren’t you sweet,” she teased, her voice light but distant.

She didn’t say it back. Instead, she slid off the counter and padded into the couch, taking her wine glass. You tried to ignore the sting, but the silence between you grew heavier with every passing second.

Later that night, as you lay together in bed, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Agatha had been quieter than usual, her touch softer, almost hesitant. Normally, her hands would roam your body with the confidence of someone who knew exactly how to unravel you. Tonight, they rested idly, her fingers barely grazing your arm.

“Agatha,” you murmured, turning to face her. Her eyes met yours, her face unreadable in the dim light of the room.

“Yes, darling?” she replied, her voice smooth but distant.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she said, forcing a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Just tired.”

You studied her carefully, noticing the tension in her shoulders, the way her jaw tightened ever so slightly. Agatha was a master at hiding her feelings, but you’d learned to see through the cracks in her armor.

“Agatha, don’t you dare try to spare me.”

Her jaw tightened, and she looked away. “It’s not about you.”

You sat up, studying her closely. “Is it because I said I love you?”

Her breath hitched, and the mask slipped. She turned her head toward you, her expression startled, almost vulnerable. For a moment, you thought she might deny it, but then the weight of her silence answered for her.

“Why would you think that?”

“Because you’ve been distant ever since,” you said softly. “Please, talk to me.”

Her hand came up to rub her forehead as she tried to look away, and when she spoke, her voice was low and guarded. “It’s not that, it’s just…” she began, but you shook your head.

“Just what?… Don’t do that,” you said gently. “Don’t dismiss it. Talk to me.”

She hesitated, her eyes searching yours before she exhaled shakily. “You really want to know?”

“Yes.” You nodded giving her the room to breathe.

Agatha sat up, her hands twisting in the sheets. “There was a woman once. Rio.” Her voice wavered, and you reached for her hand, intertwining your fingers. “I loved her. Trusted her. She was the first person who made me think… maybe I wasn’t as unlovable as my mother claimed I was... maybe I could be good… But she betrayed me. She took everything I gave her and left me hollow.”

Your heart ached as you listened, but you didn’t interrupt.

“And my mother…” Her voice cracked, and she took a moment to collect herself. “She believed I was born evil... That I would destroy everything I touched... She convinced the coven to believe it too. They tried to kill me.”

Her eyes glistened, but she didn’t stop. “Then there was Nicholas. My son.” She swallowed hard, her grip on your hand tightening. “I brought him into this world alone. Hid him, protected him,  even killed for him… I did everything I could to keep him safe. And still, I lost him. I’ve lost everyone I’ve ever…”

The words broke off, her voice choked with emotion sobs wracked her frame as she shook, her hand grasping yours, afraid to let go.

Silence hung between you as you absorbed her pain, her grief. She finally looked at you, her expression fragile, tears cascading down her cheeks. 

“Do you see now? Love destroys me.”

You reached for her face, brushing away her tears with your thumb. 

“Do you believe me?”

“What?” she whispered.

“Do you believe that I love you?”

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

You bent up so that your lips could kiss away the salty tears falling down her cheeks, your lips meeting her quickly but soft and gentle.

You shifted, straddling her lap, your hands cradling her face. “I love you, Agatha Harkness,” you said, your voice firm. “Every part of you. Your past, your pain, your scars. I see it all, and I love you.”

“Y/N…” she said breathlessly.

“Do you believe in love?… our love?” You asked against her lips.

Her hands gripped your waist tightly, her breathing uneven. “It’s my most elaborate method of self-harm,” she admitted, her voice trembling.

You leaned in, pressing your forehead to hers. “Not anymore… You don’t have to hurt anymore. Not with me…. I’ll love you, protect you, cherish you. Always.”

Her nails dug into the sensitive skin of your hips, pulling you closer as her lips found yours. The kiss was deep, raw, and filled with a need that made your heart ache.

Slowly you pushed her back, her hair falling in a halo around her, your hand pressing into the pillow beside her head, your other hand running down her side as you moved down her body.

You began to worship her body with slow, reverent kisses, murmuring against her skin. “I love this,” you said, tracing the line of her jaw.

“And this,” you whispered, kissing the hollow of her throat, then trailing to her collarbone, then you followed down her chest, kissing the valley between her breasts.

You allowed your lips to briefly meet an erect nipple, your tongue flicking over it. A small whimper pulling from her lips as her hand ran through your hair.

“I love the way when I run my hands up your side you melt…” you said kissing over her ribs, your hands gripping into the soft skin of her sides.

“I love that you once carried a beautiful baby boy…” you kissed over her bare stomach, taking her hand in yours and intertwining your fingers, “I love that one day you could carry our baby…”

You heard her breath hitch and her hand twitched against yours.

“I love your thighs and how I can mark them…” you said bending down, slowly spreading her legs and laying in between them… you nipped at them with your teeth before running your tongue over the spot and then sucking making sure to leave a few marks to be found later.

“I love the gorgeous sounds that you make for me when I do things like this…” you bent down pulling her underwear aside and placing a soft kiss to her clit, hearing a small moan slip past her lips.

“Y/N, love…” she trailed.

“Tell me what you need Agatha…”

“I need you…” she whispered almost as a final plea.

“Mm, I’m right here pretty girl…” you moaned against her, slowly puling her panties off and tossing them behind you.

you looked down to see her glistening folds, already so wet for you, but you didn’t want to tease, you wanted to let her know how much you worshipped her.

“So wet for me… god you’re fucking beautiful…” you said running your tongue flat against her, tasting her. Watching her head fall back against the pillow, but her hand stayed intertwined with yours, her fingers squeezing yours as if your hand was a lifeline.

You swirled your tongue around her sensitive clit before dipping back down to collect more of her on your tongue. You could hear her breaths getting shorter and more on even.

“such a goddess…” you moaned against her. Her hips bucking up into you for more, you could tell she was getting close.

“darling, I-I…” she started, usually you would make her wait… make her hold out for as long as possible, but not this time, no you wanted her to take everything she needed. You didn’t care that her hips rocked unsteadily against your mouth, or how she ground hard against your tongue, but you loved the way she sat up her face contorted in pleasure only to let her piercing blue eyes meet yours.

“Y/N…” she panted breathlessly, trying to keep eye contact.

“Cum for me Agatha…” with that she finally reached her high, her back arching slightly as her orgasm took over, her thighs snapping closed around you aside from your arm stopping her as you still held her hand.

you stayed like that for awhile, waiting for her body to relax before you crawled back up to lay next to her. She leaned in her forehead finding the crook of your neck as your fingers lazily traced patterns on her back and arms.

“Agatha Harkness…” you whispered her full name, pulling her attention as she leaned to look into your eyes, you reached brushing a stray piece hair out of her face.

“Hmm?” She hummed studying your eyes.

“I love you.”

She moved to face you more but this time her piercing blue eyes were hopeful.

“I love you too.”

“All of you, Agatha. Every single piece… your heart is mine to protect and that what I’m going to do… Loving you has never been easier… you deserve to be loved like this, and I intend to prove that to you.”

Tears slid down her cheeks, but this time, they weren’t just from pain. They were from the hope she thought she’d lost, the love she never believed she deserved.

And as you held her that night, as you loved her with every fiber of your being, she let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, love didn’t have to destroy her after all.

After all maybe she was good, and she found the one person that saw that good no matter what.

[pipsqueaks89934]

December 15th: Sleigh ride

Warnings: mentions of past kidnapping, possessive behavior, yandere stuff

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You had been in the car for what felt like years with the guy that took you from your home.

“Where are we going?” you asked for the one-hundredth time that hour.

“It's a surprise,” he said while putting a hand on your thigh as he kept his eyes on the road. “The answer hasn't changed all day so why do you keep asking?”

“Because I'm hoping you get annoyed enough to tell me!”

“That's not going to happen,” he said with a smirk on his face. “We're here anyway.”

You looked outside the window and all you saw was a giant hill with snow covering it.

“What am I looking at?” you asked as he turned off the car and grabbed jackets from the backseat.

“What we're doing here,” he said while handing you one of the large puffy jackets. “Put that on so you won't be cold.”

You did as he instructed while he put on a bigger version of your jacket. Once you both had your jackets on he got out of the car and walked over to your side.

“I know this is nothing fancy,” he said as he helped you out of the car. “But at least you are getting out of the house right?”

“Right!” you said with a smile as you took his hand and let him help you out of the car.

Once you were out of the car he walked to the back towards the trunk so he could get something out. You didn’t get to see what he was getting out until he was walking back over to you only then did you see what he had. He was holding a sled that could fit you and him.

“We're going to go sledding?” you excitedly asked him while jumping up and down.

“Yeah,” he said shyly as he scratched the back of his neck with his free hand. “That was the plan that I had in mind.”

He took your hand with his free hand and started guiding you up the hill. You excitedly followed him as he led the way. Once the two of you were at the top of the hill you picked out a good spot before he put the sled down on the soft snow.

“Do you want to be in front?” he asked as he gestured to the sled.

“YES!” you yelled happily as you went to sit in the front of the sled.

He sat down behind you before pushing off the hill to get the both of you started going down the hill. You two did that for a while until you started getting tired.

“Come on,” he said as he picked you and the sled up before going to the car. “I think it's time for us to go home.”

“Noooooo…” you whined as you had a hard time keeping your eyes open.

“Yes,” he cooed while he put the sled in the trunk of his car. “Did you have fun today, darling?”

“Yes,” you said as you let him put you in the car on the passenger's side. “Thank you for letting me out!”

“You're welcome dear!” he said as he kissed your head before closing the door and walking to his side.

Maybe he isn't all bad?

[beeshoesometimesdraws]

A gift for you @deirunn

Merry Chrysler<3

[smutszn]

Christmas Eve y/n x Luigi

It's Christmas Eve, and Luigi has planned a surprise for you. He takes you to his favorite bookstore in Honolulu, and you spend the afternoon browsing through the shelves together.

Luigi: "I know how much you love books, Y/N. I wanted to get you something special."

You love how Luigi gets so excited about books. He's always recommending new titles and authors, and you're always happy to try something new.

Afterward, you head back to the Airbnb he got for your visit, and you enjoy a quiet evening together, with Luigi working on his laptop and you journaling by the window.

Luigi: "I'm so glad we could spend the day together, Y/N. I feel like I've been missing out on so much. I'm sorry I've been so on-and-off with the pain. It's gotten worse..."

🔗 Continue the one-shot however you want 🎄

[sunrotdropbrain]

Behold

[lilbrainbigheartz]

Xmas headcanons of Stu Macher as your boyfriend 🎄

m.list

Stu is that guy who’s way too much into Christmas.

-He has no shame in being obnoxiously romantic during the holiday season. Expect him to hang mistletoe above your locker so he can swoop in for kisses between classes.

-Stu brings mistletoe to every group hangout and always finds a way to dangle it over your heads. He’s relentless, and the group teases you both endlessly for it, but he doesn’t care. “I’m just following tradition, babe!”

-he will also fill your or Billy‘s locker with tinsel as a prank. Billy and you: "really?" Stu:"this place‘s like christmas!" (Yes I just quoted him from the movie. Yes I did.)

-On a snowy day, Stu drags you outside for a snowball fight. He’s relentless but also ridiculous—throwing himself into snowdrifts, pretending to “die” dramatically when you hit him. When you both collapse from laughter, he brushes the snow off your cheeks and kisses you until your nose turns pink.

-just expect to have snowballs thrown into your face all the time (that lil shit)

-The group does a Secret Santa, and Stu goes all out for yours. Even though he’s terrible at keeping secrets, he gets you something surprisingly thoughtful—a gift that perfectly reflects an inside joke or a memory you share. He will do anything to get you for secret santa cuz why the hell not? If someone else has you, he will beg them to switch with him (or else they‘re dead)

-At group hangouts, he always pulls you into his lap, even if there’s an empty seat. He spends the entire movie or game night whispering jokes in your ear and kissing the side of your face until Tatum throws popcorn at him to get him to stop disturbing the others during the movie.

-During a Christmas baking night with the group, Stu “helps” you decorate cookies but ends up eating half the frosting or making inappropriate designs. He sneaks frosting onto your nose just to have an excuse to kiss it off (honestly I‘d forgive him)

-he‘d buy two plushies that are either two couple-ish snowmans or penguins and then say "Look guys! That‘s me and Y/N!😍" and then hang it as christmas decoration on the tree!

-he will totally burst into christmas songs like Mariah Carey. Either trying to hit the high note "IT‘S TIMEEE" Or singing to you "ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU!"

-After a day of chaos with the group, Stu pulls you aside for some alone time. He takes you outside where the snow is falling softly and wraps his arms around you. “I know I’m a handful, but you make this whole Christmas thing way better, babe,” he says, leaning in for a kiss.

Christmas is the time we spent with our loved ones and you are definetly his beloved one!<3

[sp7-mr]

[sunvylovebug]

A bath together

↬Warnings: There are mentions of nudity but this is NOT NSFW, Y/N is a killer, mentions of murdering …⁠ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ

↬ Gender Neutral!Reader, they/them pronouns and third person narration (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

↬Author Note: He's such a green flag, such a sweet boy, I want to give Me. Crawling a big hug. Btw finally posting something that has warnings lmao.

↬Summary: Y/N teaching Mr. Crawling about something basic in the daily routine; a warm bath.

↬ Word Count: 1,435 Words

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"Mr. Crawling please. I promise you it'll be fun! Fun? You like fun?"

Y/N's question was answered with a vigorous shake of the head. "No... Me no like. No like there. Not going."

"Please? Would you do it for me?" Of course they were gonna try to convince him that way, Mr. Crawling couldn't say no to that look after all.

It's been some days since they left that mysterious world. They went back to their usual activities like going to school and killing people, just the usual stuff for a human their age, right? They have been teaching Mr. Crawling about the human world and the routines that generally develop over time, a very important part of the daily routine is cleaning the body but Mr. Crawling was so hesitant to enter the tub, it was filled with warm water and soap, of course it looked comfy but then why was he acting that way?

Mr. Crawling stood firm in his decision. "Not going."

They sighed. "Would you enter if we did it together? Would you agree that way? You, me, together?"

He smiled and nodded, so he was throwing that whole tantrum so he could be with them. They weren't surprised really, he was a clingy being.

They took off their clothes with some hesitation, how would Mr. Crawling react? Would it be a good reaction? Now they were the one hesitating. And he noticed. "You okay?"

"I'm okay, it's just..." They shook their head. "Nothing."

Once the two were without clothes they shivered a little. "I already took a shower today, taking a bath is not necessary for me..." Y/N said to themselves as they stepped into the tub. "Your turn. Come here"

This time Mr. Crawling stepped into the tub without protest, a happy smile on his face. After feeling the temperature, he giggled, he looked happy. "Fun fun." He said, splashing a little of water.

"See? Told you it was fun... But you usually take a shower first, then get in the tub to relax, you know? The problem is that my shower is too small for someone so tall like you... I mean, this tub is also pretty small but I guess it works, not that bad hopefully. I hope you'll enjoy it." Indeed, it wasn't that big of a bathtub so they were pretty close, his cold back pressing against their chest.

He was happily listening to their yapping, not understanding a lot of course, but Mr. Crawling just liked the way they voice sounds when they're speaking to him, it was a sound that made him feel nice and warm inside.

"I'm gonna wash your hair, okay?" Y/N grabbed the bottle of shampoo, Mr. Crawling didn't understand what they meant with that but he was happy to let them take care of him. It made him feel special.

They started to gently massage his scalp, Mr. Crawling tried to eat the foam and bubbles that the shampoo produced but after they told him it wasn't food he felt somewhat disappointed, it smelled so good, how is it not something he cannot eat? "No food?"

"No, it's not food. It doesn't taste as good as it smells."

Mr. Crawling didn't get what Y/N said but he understood that he can't eat that and he was a well behaved boy so he didn't try to eat it again.

They spent a lot of time just washing his hair, making sure the tips and roots were clean, his hair got dirty when he crawled around and they wanted to take care of it for him. "Your hair is so pretty." They whisper softly.

He giggles. "Me pretty?"

"Your hair. Your hair pretty. But you're right Mr. Crawling, you pretty too."

He smiled and giggled, wanting to hug and headpat them but not being able cause of their position, Instead, he just rubbed his head happily against her neck. They took care of cleaning his body as much as possible while teaching him the basics of how to do it himself as well. He was very cheerful, as usual, always giggling and smiling, enjoying the experience, the attention he received and the gentle touches, the nice words and all the spoiling and pampering they gave him. They made him happy.

They started talking after starting to scrub his legs. "Next time I'll try to kill someone with money... Maybe we could put soft carpet on the floors or something... Your knees get bruised cause of your crawling and... I'm sure you don't feel it that much and you heal pretty fast... but I don't like seeing you like that." They gently kisses his temple, Mr. Crawling smiled and giggled happily.

Mr. Crawling He was having the best day of his life, the warmth of the water, Y/N's body heat, the pleasant aromas of the soaps and shampoo, listening to them humming while they took care of him... It was perfect.

But eventually the water turned cold and soon they got out of the tub, they wrapped a towel around their body to help Mr. Crawling dry himself with another towel. He liked that, it was soft and it smelled good. Everything in that room smelled good, it was different from what he was used to in his world.

"So? Did you liked it?" Y/N asked.

"Yes. Me like this." He nodded his head, smiled happily. "Me like you."

"Thank you. I like you too"

It was time for a new lesson; getting dressed. Mr. Crawling wasn't used to clothes and how humans dress, so they got him a new robe and some underwear. He protested a little at first, something so restrictive felt weird at first but once he got used to it he even liked it. His new robe looked a lot like the old one he had, that made him happy cause he really liked that robe.

"Me pretty, me pretty." He repeated over and over again when he saw himself in the mirror.

"Yes, you're pretty. Very very pretty."

He loved their praises, now that they were dressed and out of the tub he could hug them and give them the headpats he wanted. That made them happy too. He was so clingy. It was new to have someone so in awe of even the smallest detail about them, Mr. Crawling was a faithful devotee and Y/N a deity that he would worship for life.

"Let's dry your hair okay? We're done here."

They went back to the room, having Mr. Crawling sitting down on the edge of the bed, they were behind him, dryer in hand ready to take care of that beautiful and silky hair that Mr. Crawling had.

"This is a little loud but it's okay. It won't hurt." They wanted to make sure Mr. Crawling wouldn't freak out cause of the noise the air dryer made. He nodded and Y/N started doing their thing. The hot air felt nice, it took a good amount of time to dry all of his hair but they did it happily, Mr. Crawling felt excited and that was enough of a reason to do it.

"I'm done, what do you think?"

Mr. Crawling grabbed the air dryer and held it in front of his face, the air was moving his hair back, making him giggle. "Fun fun! Me like fun!"

"I know you like fun." They looked at him tenderly, Mr. Crawling was easy to impress, even the smallest detail could make him very excited, it was refreshing to have him by their side. "You know, I wanna braid your hair... Want me to show you something? You'll look pretty, I promise."

He tilted his head to the side but nodded gently, giving them the hair dryer back. They braided his hair gently, once it was done they made him look at the mirror.

They smiled, he was so excited. "You look pretty."

"Me pretty!" He looks at them with a big smile. "Me pretty... Thank you..."

They looked at the clock, it was almost midnight. "I should sleep now, it's getting late."

Mr. Crawling nodded, understanding their need of rest. They lay down together in bed after turning off the lights. He was hugging Y/N as if they were a delicate piece of art made of glass, something he had to protect. "You pretty... Thank you." He said against their neck.

"This could be a part of our routine... I like it, I wanna do it again."

"Again?" He asks happily.

"Yes. Not now! But tomorrow... Again"

He giggles. "Again! Again! Tomorrow again!"

They kiss his forehead. "It's time to sleep for now, okay? Goodnight Mr. Crawling."

"Night night... Pretty."

[hazelira]

not on the menu

The baby’s babbling took a sudden turn as her curious eyes locked onto Heeseung’s shirt. Her tiny hands grabbed the fabric, pulling it toward her as she leaned forward.

“What are you doing, squishy?” Heeseung chuckled, his tone light with amusement.

Before he could react further, she opened her little mouth wide and attempted to gnaw on his shirt, her gums working determinedly against the fabric. Her face scrunched up in concentration as if this was the most serious task she’d ever undertaken.

“Ah, so my shirt’s food now?” Heeseung said, raising an eyebrow as he gently pried the fabric from her grasp. “Sorry, sweetheart, but this isn’t on the menu.”

You burst out laughing, covering your mouth to muffle the sound as she frowned, clearly displeased with her dad’s interference. She let out a series of loud, disgruntled babbles, her tiny fists clinging stubbornly to his shirt.

“Looks like she’s not taking no for an answer,” you teased, watching as she tried again to bring the shirt to her mouth.

“She’s relentless,” Heeseung said, shaking his head with a soft laugh. “She gets that from you, too.”

“Oh, please,” you retorted, leaning closer. “That determination? That’s all you.”

Heeseung smirked, though his focus remained on the baby. “Alright, baby. Let’s negotiate.”

He reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the bottle you’d prepped last night. “How about this instead?”

The moment she saw the bottle, her face lit up like a Christmas tree. Her little hands released his shirt immediately, reaching for the bottle as she squealed with delight.

“Thought so,” Heeseung said, his voice filled with mock triumph as he handed her the bottle and helped guide it to her mouth.

You watched her tiny body relax, her hands gripping the bottle tightly while she drank with contented little gulps. Heeseung’s gaze softened as he adjusted her in his arms, his fingers lightly brushing over her chubby cheeks.

“Saved your shirt this time,” you joked, leaning against his shoulder.

He smiled, tilting his head to press a kiss to your temple. “She can have the shirt if she wants it. She’s already got my heart, anyway.”

The tender moment stretched between you as she drank her fill, her little legs kicking lazily in her dada’s lap. The world outside remained a distant blur, replaced by the pure, uncomplicated joy of family.

[caffeineaddictwriter]

I think that if you were to be dating Eddie that venom would be like your child. I can just see venom switching from Eddie’s body to yours whenever he feels like it. If he’s had an argument with Eddie he’s just like “I WANT TO GO TO MUM”

Sometimes yous don’t even notice when venoms jumped between yous. Just a quick simple goodbye kiss and venoms jumped. So you’ll be half way to work and he’ll make himself known.

Feel like he also refuses to shower with Eddie but Eddie doesn’t like when venoms within you when you go for a bath. Like why does venom get to see you naked.

Also venom is well aware you’ll spoil him. If he wants chocolate you’ll go get some.

Your the fav parent 🫶

[bykshre]

We Found Love

charles leclerc x female reader (smau) 1/2

summary: you and charles were meant to be together even if the media, society and his girlfriend criticized you.

trope: childhood friends to lovers, ferrari driver x head strategist , mean gf (no hate to any of charles' gf's, ex or current.)

a/n: i know i know im the worst updater and writer ever (I'm sorry okay 😭 I'm busy and I lose motivation lol)but im back slowly but surely, and this is so new! My first F1 fic aahh :D This is very small, I just needed to get this out (monza took my heart away!) hope y'all like it hehe xx.

Months before MONZA

ursernames

life lately - enjoying the break before it's Monza ❤️‍🔥🌷🌺🌠🪽🥨🍽️🪡⌨️👠💎

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lewishamilton looks like someone had fun!

⤷ ursernames obviously mate 🧉!!

charles_leclerc wannabe artistic ass 😘😻🤡

⤷ ursernames shut up donkey 🐴🫏😊

kikagomez 💫💗

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@Ynniequeenn

I'm surprised Charles isn't spending the vacay with her. Sounds fishy but they still act close 😕. I don't know man.

⤷ @chrshls: people like you suck! get a life.

charles_leclerc

everything is good 🩵

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joristrouche amazing!

ursernames leooo awwww

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pierregasly simba and leo meetup soon? 😂

⤷ charles_leclerc soon!

alexandrasaintmleux amores <3

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ursernames

thank you for the wishes everyone, just took another lap around the earth 🌍 🌷🌺🩵

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formula_1 happy birthday to the best-ever strategist!

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scuderiaferrari buon compleanno stargirl!

⤷ ursernames grazie mille!

charles_leclerc joyeux anniversaire ma meilleure fille

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mlnmarta joyeux anniversaire ma soeur

⤷ usernames 💞💞

oscarpiastri have a great day old lady 🥳

⤷ ursername when i catch you oscar when i bloody catch you! 😵😵

f1wags&insiders

BREAKING 🚨 Charles Leclerc and Alexandra Saint Mluex were fighting at a party! Apparently, it was the same birthday party held for Y/N's 27th birthday. What are your thoughts 💭?

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alexfp i just can't stand this anymore! It's clear that something's up with charles 😐

leclecice bro, alex is straight up toxic just admit it she is NOT a paddock queen neither the IT wag ughh 🥱🥱

lestappenfpp time for charles WDC lesgoo

ynstan will charles and yn ever date? they have that CHEMISTRY yk

malenalexx it's definitely something to do with charles

⤷ unknownchaaa smartest alex fan..

ynstrategyss literally how crazy can Alex even get until they fuck up yns birthday party?! seriously i lost my respect for her.

alexandrasaintmluex

🌺🌺 floral vibes 🌺🌺

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alexfp omg our queen 👑!!

foralexa hi alexx i hope you're doing well ❤️‍🩹 you look gorgeous btw 🤩

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kikagomez 💫😵⭐

rebeccadonaldson literally so pretty 🌺🌺

⤷ alexandrasaintmluex says the prettiest!

charlesfanpage charles not in the likes? sus.

leclecicecreammm someone's tryna churn content asap b4 the breakup LOLL

⤷ alexandrasaintmluex you're hilarious. 🥱

ynstrategyss hope y'all okay...

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2 weeks before Monza, at the Ferrari HQ

"Hey, can we talk, please?" Charles asked Yn as the meeting begun to wrap up.

"What do you want, Charles? Does making me look like a fool on my birthday not enough?!" You said very honestly.

"No,no, mon cher, listen to me."

"I'm sorry for whatever Alex caused during your birthday party. I wanted the party to be nice and surrounded by your close friend's and family. I'm regretful I chose to bring Alex as a tag along. She wanted to go and I can't say no anyways."

"What's your point, Charles? I'm tired of this drama. I am." You said,

"Yn, we've been friends since so young, we spent almost every day with eachother, basically inseparable. Maman practically consideres you her the daughter she never had and you're really close to my family and brothers. Even with my exes you had a close bond with them."

"Mhm, that's right I loved your exes." You said slightly smiling,

"Ever since I dated Alex, she.... she liked fame and attention. Even if she didn't show it much. And when she saw us being close and basically just friends, she got mad and jealous. I didn't realise much until you told me when she confronted you."

"She reads a lot of the news, tweets and those tiktok edits of us that is all over social media. She is influenced by them. And I honestly don't get how they consider our bond romantic but not platonic."

"Alex has been fighting a lot with me past few months. We are not close, anymore. Not liked we used to be. She's constantly screaming and I can't stand her anymore."

"Mon ange, whatever happens with you and her, please... just tell me. I saw the texts she sent you and it wasn't pleasant. Why have you been keeping this a secret. Please ange, don't do it anymore."

"I don't know how longer I can sustain this relationship if it continues to be as toxic as this." Charles said earning a pout from you.

" Charlie, I wanted to see you happy with Alex. I'm sorry about what's been happening at home. I'm sorry too.." you said,

" Are we good?"

"Yeah we are, Charlie" you said, earning a tight hug from you best friend.

It's undeniable that you've always liked Charles. He was handsome, he was everything a women could've dreamt of. And obviously you're one of them. You'd never had the chance to confess and you think you'd never will. It's better to blossom a good, sustainable friendship rather than risking it all for a relationship. Your a simple person, you're critical and realistic.

When Alex confronted you about your relationship with Charles, it hit you till the pit of your heart. You begun thinking if you were too clingy or romantic with Charles. You begun distancing yourself from him thinking you were at fault. You did not want to be a homewrecker,ever.

Although Charles confrontation settled a little of your thoughts, you cannot deny the growing feelings for Charles in that heart of yours.

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charles_leclerc

P4. Deluso ma abbiamo dato tutto. Grazie a tutti voi per esserci sempre. E domani, andiamoooooo 😍

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ursername let's get it ✨✨

speedingcharles we counting on u buddy

anthoinetrouchet let's get it ittttttttt aaa

alexandrasaintmluex 💕

ursername

story, 1hr ago

feels great to back in monza! hoping to make tifosi's proud this weekend 🇮🇹 Let's see what we can do with a P4 and P5.

RACE DAY IN MONZA.

⭐⭐⭐

@F1LiveUpdates:

"Lights out at Monza! Charles Leclerc is in the fight for P1, but all eyes are on Ferrari’s strategy today. Y/N calling the shots 👀 #Monza #CharlesLeclerc #Ferrari"

@LeclercFans:

"Y/N on the pit wall, looking like a boss. Monza is hers to win 🔥 #YN #FerrariFam"

Your heart raced as you watched the battle unfold in front of your eyes. Charles was in second, fighting tooth and nail to close the gap on the leader. Your freshly manicured nails hovered over the radio button, ready to call the next move.

The crowd roared in the background, but your focus was razor-sharp. Charles trusted your instincts, and you wasn’t about to let him down.

Y/N (over radio):

"Box, box. Let’s go for the undercut."

Charles

"Copy. Trusting you on this."

The team jumped into action as Charles pitted. Y/N watched with bated breath, hoping the strategy would pay off.

As Charles emerged from the pits, your hands clenched into a fist. The timing was perfect. They had nailed it. It will take time to pass through lando but it'll be worth it. And you knew it.

Y/N (over radio):

"P1. 35 laps ahead. Now hold it. You’ve got this."

The crowd was deafening as the final lap approached. You stood with her arms crossed, staring at the screens, barely blinking. Charles had a three-second lead, but the pressure was immense. Your heart pounded in time with the roar of the engines.

Y/N (over radio):

"Last lap, Charles. Bring it home."

You held her breath as the checkered flag waved and the roar from the grandstands signaled what you'd hoped for.

Charles (over radio):

"We did it! P1! We won, Y/N!"

Bryan (over radio)

"AND P1!"

@F1Live:

"Leclerc takes P1 at Monza! What a race! Ferrari fans are going wild! #CharlesLeclerc #Monza"

@FerrariFans:

"Y/N’s strategy today was perfection. Absolute genius. 🔥 #TeamYN #Ferrari"

@LeclercNation:

"Y/N hugging Charles after that win? Yeah, there’s something there. No one can convince me otherwise. #CharlesAndYN"

charles_leclerc

Siete i numeri 1, Forza Ferrari ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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ursername congrats charliee <3

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⤷ charles_leclerc couldn't done it without you, yn 😘

formula_1 tifosi's pride and joy

lewishamilton enjoy the win mate! great job

oscarpiastri congrats charles!

pascale_leclerc my boy

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⤷charles_leclerc i didnt leave you at the gransdstands this time 😂

ursername

story, 2h ago

FEVER DREAM!! GRAZIE GRAZIE TUTTI MILLE!

@LeclercNation:

"Alexandra needs to chill. Y/N is just doing her job. She’s a strategist, not a homewrecker! #TeamYN"

formula_1

leo meets his papa who just won the italian grand prix! lovely family at sight 🐕🐶🐾

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alexfp ahh the cutiess, though she wasn't here but mah queen is always here to shine

alexandrasaintmluex 😍

lecleccreamss since when did F1 turn into a wag thing. Seriously F1? This content is unnecessary!

alexandramyqueen omg our couple is back yayyy

mimosahater @F1Dramaa post. look at this post.

@F1Drama:

"Rumors are flying that Y/N and Alexandra had a heated argument in the Ferrari garage. How much longer can this triangle last? #CharlesLeclerc #YN"

@FerrariInsider:

"It’s getting messy. Y/N is too professional to get involved, but Alexandra seems to be on edge. #F1Gossip #FerrariDrama"

@LeclercNation:

"Y/N is just trying to do her job, but Alex is clearly feeling threatened. Charles needs to step up. #TeamYN"

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You were packing up in the garage, getting reading to back to the hotel, when Alexandra appeared at the doorway. She looked calm, but there was a fire in her eyes.

"We need to talk." Alex said

You set down your notes, bracing yourself. You replied, "About what?"

"About Charles. About you."

"I’m just doing my job, Alexandra. If you think I’m trying to come between you two, you’re wrong."

Alexandra crossed her arms, stepping closer. "I don’t know if I believe that. I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. I’m not stupid!"

Your jaw clenched. "You’re right. You’re not stupid. But you’re also insecure. And that’s not my problem. I’m here because I’m good at what I do, and Charles knows that."

"Insecure?" Alexandra’s voice was laced with venom. "Do you have any idea what it’s like watching him put you before me over and over again?"

"He doesn’t put me before you, Alexandra. He’s just focused on his career. If you can’t handle that, maybe the problem isn’t me. Maybe it’s your relationship."

Alexandra stared at you, her expression hardening. "You think you’re so untouchable, don’t you? That because you’re the team strategist, you’re safe. But I see the way you want him."

You took a deep breath, stepping forward. "If you’re so sure about that, then maybe you should talk to Charles instead of blaming me."

"Look here, Charles just won the Italian grandprix. It's a big celebration for team. Let's be happy for the win, instead of bringing this up, now."

"Have a great day, Alexandra" you said and left the paddock without any hesitation.

ursername

thank you bryan, charles, carlos, fred and the team for making this strategy happen! to our biggest supporters, the tifosi ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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lewishamilton absolutely fantastic strategy yn, you made it happen 👑👑

⤷ ursername i absolutely cannot wait for you to get on this team any longer!! tysm lewis, really appreciate it 💕💕💫

charles_leclerc tu as réalisé mon plus grand rêve, merci ma belle stratège, ma meilleure amie bien-aimée 🥇🥇🥳🥳❤️❤️❤️

⤷ ursername you were behind the wheel, you make us all dream mon rêveur, mon soleil 🩷🩷

mlnmarta such a shame i wasn't able to witness this but again, ma petite sœur, tu nous fais tous rêver 🥹

⤷ ursername tu aimes me faire pleurer 🥹❤️

After the Azerbaijan Grand Prix

charles_leclerc

story, 2m ago

Part 2 when?

[asumi2020202]

Only if you're the mother ey?

Pairing: Kinich x Reader

Summary: You and your lover were on a walk. Upon returning home, a little someone follows.

A/n: Natlan is out people. I suddenly got the idea to write this. Thank you for reading!

Note: Kinich - • , Ajaw - •

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"Well she's lucky the injury wasn't grave. Otherwise her sister would've swallowed her whole."

"Chasca can sometimes be pretty reckless."

"Hmm. What did you and Ajaw do today?"

"Nothing much for me. Just helped around the village. He bothered as usual."

You and Kinich walked around some more, Ajaw complaining about Kinich ignoring him.

The three of you didn't know when it has gotten so late. Upon realisation, the three of you made your way back to your shared home.

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Kinich was finding the key to open the door of your and Kinich's house, when you felt a little paw on your shin muscles and heard a soft mewl.

You turned around to see a little baby yumkasaur. It had a sad expression on its face, probably because it went unnoticed by you both all the way here.

You crouched down and the little one went between your legs and snuggled to you, his expression changing in an instant.

By this time Kinich had opened the door and turned around, only to find your back facing him and you crouching down.

When he came to you, thinking you were hurt or sick, he saw you look up at him with a baby yumkasaur coddled up on your chest.

"I think he followed us all the way here." You spoke, turning your gaze back at the yumkasaur and gently soothing its back.

"That is unusual for a yumkasaur. Unless..." Kinich spoke the last word with suspense.

"Unless what?" You asked, looking at his face.

"Unless he thinks of you as his mother, which in this case, fits perfectly." Kinich spoke, letting out a small laugh at your surprised expression.

Your turned you gaze back at the yumkasaur and stood up with him, still in your hands, coddled up.

"Well.. I guess you're the father then?" You spoke and smirked at him.

"Only if you're the mother." Kinich replied and kissed your cheek while getting you all inside the house.

You settled on the couch with the little one, a blanket draped over you both.

You fell asleep soon enough. The little yumkasaur was staring at Kinich, who was sitting on the same couch, and occasionally let out some noises to him.

"You've got some rizz! Haha!" Ajaw spoke as Kinich asked him to quite down. But the Almighty Dragonlord went on and on.

"Only if you're the mother ey?"

-Lillian