#shut up you're blue!!!!! 💙💙💙💙

[wimbledon2008]

rose blue and red mwah 💐💙🍁

#shut up you're blue!!!!! 💙💙💙💙 #answered #captainshakespear

[leclercloml]

Amore sulla neve | CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x gf!reader

Summary: everyone's favourite couple spending their winter break together and everyone just loving it.

Genre: SMAU

Warnings: google translated italian & french.

Author's note: winter break is driving me insane, I just wanna see car go vroom vroom again

fc: Sofia Korablina

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charles_leclerc

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charles_lelcerc skiing day 1 w/ my love ❤️

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yourinstagram finally saw the sun and my sunshine as well<3

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charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc last day, we had a lot of fun during this break, after few days we go racing, i love you @/yourinstagram ❤️

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#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc x you #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 #f1 driver

[tojivu]

Hey love, can i request the jjk men (or just Gojo tbh) taking care of their SO after giving birth? That would be suuuper sweet and thank you💙💙

father and husband ⋆ gojo satoru

gojo takes care of you after giving birth + other hcs

an. i'm not done with the long ass gojo fic so i'm finishing this draft first. sorry i do not know much about birth i am a teenager writing fanfiction after all...... my google search history might make my parents think i'm pregnant

cw. sfw, f!reader, not proofread, mentions of female anatomy, suggestive jokes at the end

playing. 17 by pink sweat$, ft. joshua and dk of seventeen.

"this is so unfair, 'toru."

the thick sheets the private hospital provided you with restrained you from sitting up. sunlight pours into the room through the spaces in the blinds — the ward is awfully quiet, much unlike your expectations.

"huh?"

you turn your head towards the leather chair situated next to your bed. it's a pale beige, clashing with the various blues this hospital decorates itself with — and with the white hair of the man you call your husband.

his hair falls messily onto the material. you furrow your eyebrows and wonder what has gotten into him; he's been much quieter than usual. this was not typical satoru behaviour.

your newborn baby was getting examined and you were told it would take a bit. your family wouldn't be coming down till tomorrow morning — something you didn't mind because you were so sure satoru, your loving husband, was just as prepared as you are for the birth.

"he's got your eyes," you mutter. the anxiety was really starting to kick in now; satoru was never this quiet. ever. your attempts at making conversation echo, and it's eerie how you could forget satoru was even here if you just closed your eyes. "satoru?"

you swear you see a thick bead of sweat roll down his temple. he sits cautiously, as if he is ready to spring up into action any moment now.

"i'm so scared, [name]." gojo's voice trembles and it bounces off the walls; you feel your heart skip a beat, only to pound harder the next.

SATORU starts bawling when he gets to hold his baby after the discharge. tears run down his face like two waterfalls, staining his sweatshirt. your baby looks at him with the most curious eyes, before shutting them and returning to a deep sleep.

he holds your son as if he's fragile glass, grip firm and careful not to slip — your fingers wipe the tears pooling at his waterline and gojo can't help but look at you with absolute adoration.

"please stop crying, 'toru," you smile up at the crybaby you call your husband. "you can't drive with tears in your eyes."

he tries to speak but nothing comes out. gojo's voice cracks before saying anything and he only manages to nod, handing the baby back to you.

SATORU who makes sure to help you with whatever you need, you just need to order him around. he's just as new to this parenting thing as you are, given you are the only woman he's ever loved — patience is needed with him as much as it's needed with you.

for example: satoru would never complain about waking up early in the morning to feed your son. he'd spring out of bed, nervous yet oddly confident. he was afraid of not being fatherly enough — so, this was a wonderful start. he was extremely elated when you asked him to do such a duty the night prior.

he slips out of the sheets and sees your peaceful face, lips parted and letting out small snores; gojo knew you needed the rest after all the sleepless nights.

"good morning," satoru's softly cooing at your son, careful arms scooping him up into his chest and out of the baby blue crib (that coincidentally matches both their eyes). your son only cries in response, much to satoru's displeasure.

your husband can't help but smile down at his child, before glancing over at you a few feet away; comfortably wrapped in your shared blanket.

"mama's asleep, so you're stuck with me." he mimics a pout, but words could not describe how happy he was. your son could only stare blankly at him, giggling when he presses a gentle kiss on his forehead. "sorry, not sorry."

although the baby doesn't bond with your husband that well (yet), his determination is unwavering. he makes sure to be nearby the bedroom — but not too far away, in case something goes wrong — so his cries don't wake you.

all goes well until gojo changes your son's diaper an hour later and gets pee all over his hands, that he rushes into your bedroom for help.

"[name], baby," he bites his lip out of worry, opening the door with his dry hand and calling for you. "he peed on me—"

you give him a thank you kiss for trying anyway.

SATORU who rubs your shoulders for you, or really any other body part ever — he's a weirdly good masseuse. you often find yourself falling asleep on the couch as he kneads your pains away.

"baby," he whispers.

you three were on the couch, watching a movie in the late evening. your groans don't go unnoticed, and he knows you've been holding your baby for quite some time in hopes of calming him down.

"psst, baby." satoru repeats, the arm around your shoulder tapping the flesh of yours. "aren't you tired?"

"a little," you sigh. "he might wake up if i put him down."

"nah," satoru caresses your shoulder gently. "put him down for a minute. i'll help."

"help?"

"did you know i give really good massages?" satoru smirks, "your husband's crazy talented, i know."

you raise an eyebrow. you've never heard of gojo satoru massaging people — you're a little skeptical, but put down your son in the bassinet next to the couch nonetheless.

the ache in your shoulder and back were a little too intense to bear, now. satoru could tell with the way you were shifting around in your position every 5 minutes.

well, all your doubt washes away almost as fast as it came — you find yourself knocked out on the couch for the next hour, your head against satoru's shoulder.

SATORU who makes sure to give you extra kisses and extra hugs during this period of change.

he understands how difficult it must be for you — although maybe not to the full extent, considering he doesn't have a uterus — but he wants to try, and try he does.

whenever you have baby blues, he's always there. he kisses the tears off your cheeks, wiping them away with his thumb and whispering soft praises in your ears.

satoru couldn't express how grateful he is to you for giving him a son to love, to raise with you. he can only attempt to say it in words and through kisses, although he feels that may never be enough.

"i-i'm sorry for waking you, 'toru," you sniffle, even if your body language screams the opposite — your head is buried in satoru's chest and he has his hands running through your hair.

"shh, it's okay baby — don't be sorry," he holds your body close to him with his other hand, tracing circles onto the thin fabric of your clothes. "i'm here."

other times, you break down while trying to take care of your son — sometimes the cries get too loud and overwhelming, and everything you do just seems to make it worse.

satoru hears your crying and he immediately rushes over (if he wasn't already in the room with you), taking your son from your hands and trying to calm him down himself. he'll press a kiss onto your forehead, using his free hand to wipe your tears away — and he'll tell you to let him take over.

"shit," he swears under his breath, rushing into the room and seeing your tear-stained face; satoru instinctively reaches for the baby and you hand him over. "let me do it, okay?"

you nod, desperately wiping your face with the sleeves of your hoodie — before satoru uses his right hand to wipe them for you, his lips planted on your forehead.

"i'm s-sorry," you mutter, feeling a little better when you feel the skin of your husband on yours. "i don't know what to do—"

"it's okay, baby," he smiles, tucking stray hairs behind your ears as you continue to calm yourself down; your baby is still crying, and satoru looks oddly calm as opposed to you. "let me take over for a bit."

sure, he gets overwhelmed sometimes; but he needs to be your glue in case you can't pull yourself together. even if he's clueless too, he has to be strong for you — he can imagine the chaos that would ensue if he wasn't.

when he puts the baby to sleep half an hour later, he returns to the bedroom to find you in bed: wrapped in a blanket with tissues in your hands.

satoru feels his heart break at the sight.

he climbs into bed with you and his arms find purchase on your waist, pulling you closer to him; his warmth feels like the medicine you've been needing this entire time, and it's almost as if all your anxiety dissipates.

"you did good today," his cold breath tickles the back of your neck, and you feel his nose bump at your nape. "i'm proud of you."

"it was all you this time," you reply in a hushed voice, throat hurting at the tears you were trying to keep in. "i don't know what i'd do—"

"no," satoru interrupts you. "i couldn't feed the baby this morning, and you did it instead — remember?"

"i remember. you knocked over the formula."

"mhm," satoru hums, his fingers intertwining with yours. "and you did it in only 2 minutes. you're too good at this baby thing, [name]."

"you don't seem so scared anymore, satoru."

you hear a laugh escape from your husband's lips. "thanks to you," and he's pressing kisses along the outline of your shoulder and neck. "i'm the strongest, after all — what can i not do?"

"you're the cockiest, too," you snicker, and you only earn a dramatic gasp from the man behind you.

"don't talk about cock with me right now."

your jaw drops slightly, before you flip your body over to face satoru's direction: he has an annoying smirk painted on his face. "you are so disgusting, satoru."

"you know you love me—" and just as satoru's leaning in for a kiss on the lips, cries from the nursery room erupt.

"man."

writers block is real i think

#tojivu ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #gojo satoru

[partycatty]

johnny cage the hollywood mega star? no no, johnny cage the PANTY STEALER. he’d think you wouldn’t catch him, he’d think you wouldn’t know, but you do!! you DO catch him, but instead of calling him out like the little perv he isss you FUCK him.

love you 💙💙

my god.

johnny cage > curiosity

warnings: massive creep johnny alert, you're getting stalked...

notes: for the lovely @iliketangerines - combined your idea with blue's ;)

[ masterlist ]

• johnny wouldn't consider himself a bad man, just an endlessly curious one. he couldn't help himself, especially not when you were dressed up so cutely, the apron cinching your waist and squishing into the flesh of your middle. your arms flexing as you carried the large tray made him shift in his seat, losing the conversation he was deep into with kung lao, raiden and kenshi.

• visits to madam bo's were common with his newfound friends, a common meeting place considering lao and raiden were in the area and johnny and kenshi had more than enough funds to spare a flight most times. none of them could turn down a sunset meal, it was hard to when the food was always so damn good.

• johnny's not thinking about the food, though. his eyes are transfixed on you as you work, jaw tightening when you lean down to wipe at a used table, ass facing him with a slight jiggle each time you wiped in a circle.

• he was a playboy at heart, a man who wouldn't hesitate to buy a woman the world if they batted their lashes nicely enough. he was all about worshipping whoever he wanted, but this was a need he was experiencing. he needed you, badly, and he didn't even know your name.

• it started off innocently enough, his eyes following you as you pulled your apron from your body and waving goodbye to the regulars and madam bo before ending your shift. once you were through the doorway, johnny would gasp out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. above all, he didn't want you to catch him in the act of ogling.

• this fear developed fast as his curiosity expanded beyond the walls of the restaurant. he wanted to know where you lived, what you did when you're not running food to tables. johnny would keep his head low as he quietly followed behind you, careful to lighten his footsteps on the dirt path as you made your turns home. • his fists were forced into his coat's pockets, afraid he might lunge at you in an attempt to get your attention. you had never looked his way before, never assigned to his section, and he didn't want your first contact to be that of horror.

• johnny didn't know when to stop, when to turn back and return to dinner when he was standing at your bedroom window having followed you all the way back to your place of residence. his face is darkened, hidden in the shadows of night as he peered into your bedroom window.

• it was cute, the decorations adding personality he didn't know about you. trinkets, paintings, and the patterns of your comforter made his heart flutter as he tried to commit it all to memory, not wanting to lose a single second of his admiration.

• he leans in further, noticing your mid-height dresser just below the window. the furniture was within arm's reach, and johnny wonders to himself if he can snag something of yours as a keepsake when he's away directing. almost like you're his little treasure back home.

• his stomach twists when he hears your padding footsteps, ducking down just as you swing the door open with a frustrated huff. you flop onto your bed, eyes staring up at the ceiling before fluttering shut.

• johnny wonders if you're going to bed atop your blanket like this, exhausted from your shift. he debates leaving, glancing down the alley to ensure nobody catches him in the act.

• when he pulls his eyes back to silently deliver you a goodbye, your thigh twitches and you let out a low whine, seemingly irritated from something invisible. you raise your head, craning your neck to look down at your body. your hand moves slowly, fingers dancing on the waistband of your pants. johnny's breath hitches, a throbbing pulse in his cock as he figures out where you're going.

• you dip your hand under your pants, swiping your fingers along the length of your slit, shivering at the contact. you tease your clit, letting your hips twitch and buck with with need as you toy with your neglected pussy. it had been some time, you figured, so you may as well take advantage of your downtime before bed.

• johnny's mouth goes dry as he watches this unfold, palming himself through his slacks. he knows better than to truly relieve himself, as he doesn't want to put himself in danger of... you know, being arrested. his knees buckle, a long, labored sigh slipping from his lips.

• your panties stick to your cunt, soaked with unexpected desire at your middle finger finds your clit, rubbing in medium paced circles. your back arches off of the bed, mewling at the feeling of your tired hands.

• as you speed up, your head is thrown back, eyes clenched shut as your lips part to moan in need. if you had opened your eyes, you'd surely spot the figure in your window, the figure that was touching himself to the sight.

• johnny's entire body was hot and shaking, the intense rush of his secrecy prickling his skin as he shivers in delight. he studies your movements, understanding your pace and what makes you writhe and twitch. his own fingers involuntarily follow your movements, entranced as he envisions fucking his digits into you until you cry.

• your orgasm is fast approaching as it was your only goal, to feel the throbbing white-hot way your cunt flutters and leaks from your touch. your moans turn to whimpers as your legs kick, overtaken by the pleasure as you cum.

• johnny wonders if he might be in love with you already, having witnessed what he equated to an angel's song. you sounded so perfect while masturbating, johnny wonders if you sounded that pretty if you were stuffed with his cock.

• after a long, heavy breath, you stand from the bed and face the dresser, and johnny bites his lips and tries not to make a sound, ducking low and out of sight.

• he hears shuffling, noises moving about and drawers opening and closing before your footsteps fade and a door shuts. you left the room, and this is confirmed when he hears the shower begin to run.

• johnny pokes his head back up, inspecting your room once more. his eyes flick down to the dresser, and realizes the clothes you had just been wearing were tossed atop the surface, presumably to be added to a laundry pile.

• you were nowhere to be found, out of sight completely. johnny sticks his arm into the window, feeling around in the pile until he grabs a smaller article, the thin fabric dancing between his fingers as his dick bounces against his slacks in delight.

• he retracts his hand, your panties dangling from his index finger as his eyes glitter at the damp spot. not here, not now, he thinks, and so he stuffs the panties into his coat pocket. he carries them with him, fighting the carnal urge to inspect them again through the days. he had to save them or they'd be destroyed before he made it back to malibu.

• when his trip comes to an end, he says his usual goodbyes to his friends but his mind is elsewhere, notably at the underwear bunched in his fist stuffed in his pocket. the flight back was agonizingly long, his luggage barely even making it past his front door before he's nearly collapsing onto his couch. he couldn't even make it to his own bed as he shrugged his coat off and removed the panties from its hiding place.

• he holds them at arm's length, tugging at the stretchy fabric and inspecting every loose thread and lace pattern, until his eyes wander to the stain at the very front, dried from your endeavor days ago.

• he swallows thickly, glancing to his windows and listening with a trained ear to ensure he was entirely alone to fulfill his creepy fantasies. johnny slowly, hesitantly brings your panties to his face, pressing them against his upper lip as he inhales deeply.

• it smells like you, and a faint hint of your arousal. his tongue darts out to lick at the spot. his other hand finds his belt, unbuckling with a fumbling grip as he frees his aching cock from its constraints.

• he pumps at himself a couple of times, groaning at the feeling combined with your scent. it was so good, too good to stop. he needed more, to be closer.

• johnny tugs his shirt upward, biting down at the fabric as he exposes his abdomen to get more access to his cock as it bounces up and smacks against his stomach. as it falls forward, a thin trail of precum connects.

• your panties come down to his dick, wrapping around it with ease. as he starts to stroke himself, the materials drags at a burning pace on his shaft, quickly dampening with his slick precum and making the glide easier.

• there's a wet noise filling the air and overwhelming his senses as he jerks himself off with your panties in his fist. he whimpers, biting down on his lips as he hides his own embarrassment. this proves to become a difficult task when he focuses on his tip, bullying the sensitive end with rough strokes. his teeth clench harder, gripping his shirt. he might just tear it if he bites any harder.

• johnny pictures many things, unable to decide on one single fantasy. what makes him groan is the thought of his hand being replaced with your needy cunt as it bounces against his cock, hopelessly grinding your clit into his pelvis to relieve the coil building in your stomach as johnny sits with his arms crossed behind his head, letting you use his body to your orgasm all on your own. he knows you could do it, you're strong and capable.

• johnny wonders if you beg or demand, asking to cum or taking what you want. the possibilities run wild, his cock pulsing at the ideas swirling in his mind.

• he pictures his hand grabbing your hair, pulling your head up with a pop from your lips. you're drooling and your eyes are hazy as you suck him off, wanting nothing but to serve him and milk him for all he's worth.

• cumming abruptly in his hand, johnny lets out a muffled cry as his cum shoots in spurts, coating his palm, stomach, and your panties. he whines to himself, upset about dirtying something he intends to keep for some time. and no, washing it is out of the picture.

• he strokes himself until his body physically rejects the idea of arousal and instead overstimulating himself. when his pace slows, he frowns at the sight.

• johnny feels... disgusting. he feels dirty, creepy, and hot. no amount of showers or prayers will undo what he's done. he carried your underwear across a continent to jerk himself off into it, when he probably could have had you instead if he just built up the courage to introduce himself.

• even still, his heart races with adrenaline, proud of himself for stealing what he did without getting caught. he pulls your panties away which are now sticky from his fluids.

• johnny develops a shameful addiction to stealing from you each time he visits fengjian village, anything from a pen you left at a table to your toothbrush. you're starting to wonder if you're awful at misplacing things.

• if he can't use you, this little hobby of his will suffice for now.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #mk1 #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage smut #mortal kombat smut

[elliesmainhoe]

PLAYER TWO

Streamer!Ellie X fem!Reader

Summary: Ellie's introduces you to her stream

(Set early in their relationship and when Ellie's channel was still small 💙)

Contents: fluff, swearing/cursing, body shaming a cat lmao, sitting on Ellie's lap, kisses, references to social anxiety.

Part 2 - Part3

My Masterlist

It had been 6 hours since Ellie had disappeared into the abyss you called your guest bedroom and now Ellie's newly turned office. Her rooms grey walls were plastered in posters of a various games and bands she liked. LED lights ran around the ceiling, usually on the blue setting, sending the hue beaming out through the crack underneath the white paneled door.

Your small ginger cat was scratching irritably at her offices door. "Garfield stop it," you hissed at him, giggling at the ridiculous name Ellie chosen out for your chunky British shorthair.

"Garfield, I'm serious" you hushed at the creature, picking up the skittish chonk from Ellie's door. Garfield let out a loud, dramatic 'Yowww' throwing his head back. you sighed "You really want Ellie cuddles right now huh"

"meow"

"yeah, me too..." You looked at the beautifully majestic ginger chunk of a cat and sighed in pity for yourself. "Fine go in then..." You whispered at him, grabbing the brass handle and slowly nudging the wooden door ajar, letting Garfield scutter in enthusiastically, before shutting the door again.

Ellie was caught off guard as a fuzzy orange thing flung itself onto her lap, making her hands stop button smashing her keyboard angrily.

"Oh hey Garf"

User: Omg he's so cute 😭🥲

User1: Give me the baby. Now.

User2: Bro how did he get in here, didn't Ellie shut her door?

User3: Garf? As in garfield?

Ellie's hands grasped the cat turning him in a Simba like fashion towards the camera.

"This is Garfield, if you couldn't tell he has a super power to walk through walls" she joked, obviously realising that her chat was curious about how he got into the enclosed office.

User 4: He's fat

"Do not talk to my child that way." She snapped sarcastically, covering his ears with her palms "he's plump." She corrected before letting out a breathy laugh.

The cat began purring incredibly loudly, now laying across her keyboard vibrating the desk with every exhale of breath.

She picked up her phone discreetly, texting you a quick.

Ells: Gonna have to gaslight my chat into thinking our cat can phase through walls now.

Ells: Oh the things I do for you

You: He was being so annoying thoughhh

Ells: Garf is never annoying, he is perfect in everyway. You're just in denial.

You :🙄

User5: nah but how did it get in

User6: Ghostcat?!?!?

"Yes this is my ghost cat, it seems like he's going to chill with us for a bit.... Aren't you baby~?" she cooes at the purring creature scratching underneath his chin.

Just outside the closed office door, you were pacing back and forth. Shit... Why the fuck did you let the cat in her room, that was the stupidest shit you've ever done. Now everyone was going to know Ellie lived with someone. Then maybe they'll investigate, because some of her fans might be nutjobs. What if they dig something embarrassing up of you?!?

"shit, shit ,shit, shit, idiot, idiot, fucking idiot." Damn you and you're soft heart when it comes to cats.

"Y/N. Just forget it happened, go to bed sleep it off, yeah let's just... Sleep it off..." You mutter to yourself, sulking off to bed in defeat.

•••••

"Hey... Hey baby... Wake upppppp~~" she whines squishing your cheeks with her hand, stirring from your slumber. "Hmm hi Ells..."

At the confirmation you were awake she started peppering your face with kisses. "I made you coffee, I tried to make pancakes but I uh burnt them, so ughh toast?!" She smiles suspiciously giddy.

"oh thank you baby," you murmur back, slowly sitting up, back against the bed's backboard and begining to sip your coffee.

"I don't know how you can stomach that liquid, it tastes like shit."

"It is gross, but I can't physically function without it" you looked over at her, she was showing you puppy eyes. Suspicious.

"What did you do ells...?" You sighed

"Last night I may or may not have accidentally let it slip that uhh, I had a uh girlfriend." She stammered, smiling sheepishly at you " And I was wondering and you can obviously say no!! Like no pressure at all, but I was wondering if you feel ready yet to be introduced by my stream" she rushed out words practically incoherent, and if you didn't know her so we'll you wouldn't have been able to understand.

"you can even bring Garfield with you for emotional support!" She chirped happily.

"I don't know baby... I don't know if they'll like me, all my friends know me for being awkward on camera."

"Listen to me right now. You are the most amazing, beautiful, funny, charismatic and smartest girlfriend, person and mother to our fur baby to ever exist. If they don't absolutely love you then they're blind and have no taste. But they will absolutely love you! Because I love you!" She says enthusiastically, a stupid smile spread on her face as she wraps her arms around you, placing sloppy kisses onto your cheek.

"Pfft" you say, her enthusiasm and happiness seeping from her into yours "okay, I can do that...I think" "You will!!! You'll do amazing!" She squeals "I'm so excited!"

"Gosh, your like a puppy Ells" you chuckle, petting and playing with her hair. She let out a quiet 'hmph' as she nuzzled into your neck happily.

•••••

It was 6:55pm, Ellie had started her stream, the words 'STARTING SOON' sprawled across the monitor, blocking out the view of the viewers, It was unnerving, siting Infront of a camera, and one push of a button hundreds of people would see you. Ellie was sat next to you, swiveling on the dark blue gaming chair absentmindedly.

"y'know baby, you don't have to be so rigid, or quiet, they can't see or hear you yet."

"I can't do it Ells..." You mumbled out. "Hey babe, you absolutely can." she reassured you grabbing your hand, and squeezing it slightly. "How about this. You sit on the couch, out of view with Garfield, and once I've done the intro you can come say hi. Hows that sound?" She asked softly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

Nodding in conformation you shuffled out of view for the camera sitting next to your curled up cat, petting him as he purred loudly, pushing up against your palm. You tapped your phone screen, it lit up revealing the photo of you and Ellie in a photo booth on your first date to an arcade.

Infront of your smiling faces, the time was shown.

06:59:55

06:59:56

06:59:57

06:59:58

06:59:59

07:00:00

"Hey guysssss!"

It took ten minutes for Ellie to finish the introduction, answering questions, thanking donators and talking to moderators.

"Right so, before we start I have a suprise for you guys" she spoke happily, eyes flicking towards you expectantly. You picked up Garfield, your heart immediately slowed and cradled him like a baby in your arms as you entered the frame.

Ellie had moved the extra chair from the frame, trying to keep the suprise as unexpected as she could for her chat. You stood somewhat awkwardly for a second or two saying a quick "hi" to the camera, you looked at Ellie eyes slightly wide with nerves.

She pats her thigh, gesturing you to sit down. "This chat, is my girlfriend"

User7: I ❤️ lesbians

User8: Ugh I'm jealous.

User9: Is Ur gf single?

User10: forget Ellie I want her gf 🤤

Your eyes everted the chat, trying to focus solely on your cat and to not read the comments, when a robotic voice, you recognized as a donators announcement, caught you off guard.

User11 donated $25 'Bro she's so pretty.'

"Oh um thanks *user11*" you hummed. "Told you they would like you" Ellie said, smirking in content.

"shut up."

"never."

---------

Here you go!!! I finally finished it. It's not great but it's done!

Part Two

Streamer!Ellie Headcanons

NOT PROOFREAD

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[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box Series— Quinn Hughes Edition (nine)

ft. Wyatt Johnston

23-24 Season Masterlist

previous: eight

next: ten

NOVEMBER 4, 2023

if you're not a stars fan, it's best to convert quickly

yourusername

liked by _quinnhughes, t.harley48, and 17,436 others

yourusername welcome back to my postgame penalty box update show: i finally saw a mason marchment fight live and quinn was also there edition!

after quinn's personal record of three trips to the penalty box night, he decided to be good! this was probably due to the fact that i will fight him over any penalty against the stars (hey, remember when you committed interference against robo on february 27th last season? because i sure do), but we'll pretend it was because he's trying to redeem himself since my baby daddy trevy-z is at zero. the war is strong with these two!

you know who did get a penalty? one of my new besties wyatt "johnny" johnston! his penalty was for holding mikheyev in the second period! (holding penalties aren't ones i hold grudges against, so you're in the clear! but also you do nothing wrong ever, so i wouldn't hold it against you anyways) (p.s. i wouldn't have been mad if you fought garly... i was kinda rooting for it)

other penalties include: (in time order) digi for holding against another new bestie harls, mr. captain jamie benn for hooking soucy which created 39 seconds of 4 on 4, craig smith for hooking friedman, and laffy taffy for hooking wyatt's dad joe pavelski all in the first, esa lindell for cross checking garly, hronek for high sticking my blonde prince roope hintz (he got reprimanded for this), and our two fighting majors between the blue eyed menace mason marchment and ian! (mason got an extra minor for unsportsmanlike behavior) (ian was reprimanded for his hit against matt "dutchy" duchene that started the fight)

my best friend, quintin, pulled a jacky boy and fell over nothing! the conversation between the stars broadcasters went like this:

razor: "he was having a moment back there!"

bogo: "he was playing billiards off the bottom of the net to himself!"

razor: "well, he wiped out first!"

needless to say, i was laughing my ass off when i rewatched this game!

special shoutout to demmer for continuing his perfect win streak against the stars and getting his second shut out of the season! i’m so proud of you @/tdemko35 ! (for those who don't know, he has a 7-0-0 record and just gave otter his first regulation loss of the season :))

quinny, i’m going to publicly say i’m sorry that otter caught every one of your shots on goal <3 and i’m proud of your 25 minutes and 23 seconds of hard work tonight! i love you way past infinity💙 keep it up, buttercup!

p.s. dear wy, harls, and delly, thanks for the great time before the game tonight! i hope you loved your postgame goodie bags! i’ll see you boys december 21st! peace and love, new besties <3 @/t.harley48 @/wyattjohnston_ @/tydellandrea53

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_quinnhughes i have so many grievances about this post... but i still love you way past beyond

yourusername i didn't say one bad thing about you!! just one little tease that i teased jack at the same!!

_quinnhughes i'm sharing my post!

yourusername neither broadcast gave me much to work with, quintin! just be glad you're in it

_quinnhughes get out of my house

yourusername fine! i’ll go to petey's!

_eliaspettersson @/yourusername let yourself in and i’ll be back soon

_quinnhughes @_eliaspettersson i was teasing! she's good! she's staying with me!

colecaufield @_quinnhughes quinn, your possessiveness is showing

_quinnhughes @/colecaufield i don't know what you're talking about

yourusername @_quinnhughes awww, you miss me! sap

_quinnhughes i can't win

user14 god DAMN that fifth pic of quinn has me acting up🥵🧎‍♀️

trevorzegras your stars obsession is so cute when you aren't rooting against me❤️ i love you, forever, my precious weirdo (what are you private thoughts on quinn not scoring on otter?) (come home, i miss you)

yourusername i love you, always, my lovingly crazy boy❤️ (i plead the fifth) (i’ll be there before the game!)

_quinnhughes (we all know she's secretly happy i didn't score against her actual favorite team)

yourusername @_quinnhughes (you can't prove shit)

t.harley48 @/yourusername (what is up with the parentheses?)

yourusername @/t.harley48 (it's for private conversations!)

t.harley48 @/yourusername (everyone can read them?)

trevorzegras @/t.harley48 (she's quirky and we love her)

t.harley48 @/trevorzegras (i’m a big fan of quirky)

yourusername @/t.harley48 (then you're welcome that i exist!)

trevorzegras @/t.harley48 (i repeat: she's quirky and we love her)

t.harley48 @/yourusername (thank you)

_quinnhughes @/t.harley48 (you caught on quick, good job)

tdemko35 thank you, y/n/n! my two shutout trophies will be displayed in my living room. i love you, too!

yourusername you are every so welcome, king! keep gobbling up those pucks like they're fruit snacks🫶

tdemko35 yes, ma'am🫡

_quinnhughes @/yourusername why

yourusername @_quinnhughes "why don't you just be yourself?... no one can help but admire your spirit" (collins 121).

_quinnhughes @/yourusername YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE THE HUNGER GAMES BOOK ON YOU

yourusername @_quinnhughes i had to phone a friend

trevorzegras @/yourusername i think i’m more than just a friend

yourusername @_quinnhughes i had to phone a friend with benefits

trevorzegras @/yourusername WE ARE ENGAGED

yourusername @_quinnhughes i had to phone a friend with a future tax deduction

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras looks like you can't win either

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes i blame the stars

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras me too

yourusername @/trevorzegras @_quinnhughes LEAVE THEM ALONE! THEY DIDN'T DO SHIT!

_quinnhughes @/yourusername you're right, they couldn't even score a goal

yourusername @_quinnhughes too soon, quintin. too. fucking. soon.

user21 wyatt's kinda...👀

user16 "and quinn was also there" sissy's keeping it real as always

wyattjohnston_ i’m honored to be a part of this, your majesty

yourusername i’m always happy to support my people! you deserve it!

wyattjohnston_ you're too kind!

tydellandrea53 @/yourusername and you're such a giver, princess! the guys all loved your postgame goodie bags

t.harley48 all hail the princess!

wyattjohnston_ all hail!

tydellandrea53 all hail!

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes what the fuck happened when these four met up before the game????

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras i don't know i wasn't invited and i’m really glad about that right now

trevorzegras @/wyattjohnston_ @/t.harley48 @.tydellandrea53 send a disco ball emoji you need help

wyattjohnston_ @/trevorzegras we're good😂

tydellandrea53 @/trevorzegras we formed a gang

t.harley48 @/trevorzegras y/n's the princess, johnny is the duke, i'm the viscount, and delly asked to be a jester for some reason

tydellandrea53 damn right

trevorzegras @/yourusername you leave me for two days and decided to start a gang?! without me?!

yourusername @/trevorzegras no! delly started the gang! and just be happy you knew where i was this time!

wyattjohnston_ @/trevorzegras @/yourusername this time?

trevorzegras @/wyattjohnston_ she has a tendency to hop on a plane and not tell anyone where she's going

_quinnhughes @/wyattjohnston_ @/t.harley48 @.tydellandrea if she ever randomly shows up, do us a favor and tell one of us because there'll be a strong chance we didn't know she left

t.harley48 @_quinnhughes got it🫡

wyattjohnston_ @_quinnhughes will do

tydellandrea53 @_quinnhughes no promises

user27 sissy: ceo of "never let them know your next move"

_alexturcotte one fight wasn't enough for you? do you know how to be content?

yourusername nope

_alexturcotte at least you're honest

yourusername liars get their pants set on fire! the babies could get hurt!

_alexturcotte you make a great point, girly hughes!

jackhughes @_alexturcotte does she though?

_alexturcotte @/jackhughes she's carrying my future god child and their sibling. she could tell me that there's a new state and i’d tell her she's right

jackhughes @_alexturcotte sissy and z haven't officially named you as a god parent!

_alexturcotte @/jackhughes that's why i'm kissing ass!

yourusername @_alexturcotte the ass kissing is duly noted🤍

user91 i have been waiting for this post since the nhl dropped the game schedules

jackhughes @_quinnhughes do you want to ship sissy back to trevor yet?

_quinnhughes no i’m trying to keep her for the roadie

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes not happening

jamie.drysdale @_quinnhughes i'm already having withdrawal symptoms

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale you two get her every day! i miss my sister

jackhughes @/trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale @_quinnhughes lukey and i never get to see her! we want a turn!

lhughes_06 yeah! our turn!

colecaufield @/trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale @_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 I DESERVE A TURN

_alexturcotte @/trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale @_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 @.colecaufield ME FIRST! i’m pulling the ahl card! i get to see girly hughes less than any of you!

yourusername you're all a bunch of SAPS

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[zablife]

I used this gif the other day for one of my fics, but I also wondered what you could do with it...thanks, Lee! 💙

Now You Know the Truth

"I think it's a conversation at least," you pleaded, desperate to be heard.

"We're late for dinner," Tommy stated, brushing past you and walking into the drawing room to pour himself a tumbler of whisky.

The family was already assembled, sipping cocktails before dinner and you eyed them nervously as Tommy stood smoking and drinking without so much as a glance in your direction. He hadn't looked you in the eye since he declared his intention to align himself with Oswald Mosley's new party and it gutted you to be shut out so harshly.

"We need to talk, Tom," you urged once more, placing a hand on his forearm gently.

He withdrew his hand stiffly to rummage for his cigarette case. "If you have something to say, fucking say it, Y/n," he mumbled, rubbing a cigarette across his bottom lip. The last thing you wanted was a fight in front of everyone, but Tommy left you no other choice.

You were sick of pretending to support every bad decision he made in the wake of his grief, addiction and insanity. In that moment you snapped. "Fine, I will, because it's the truth," you said looking about the room before unleashing your tirade. "You're spent in the head, Tommy. You would never even have considered this before Pol died," you said, voice cracking with emotion. If Polly were here she would tell him it was a mistake to get involved with such a dangerous man. He would listen to her, you thought bitterly. "She would tell you this business with Mosley is going to get you killed!" you shouted.

The room was silent as everyone in the family looked down into their drinks or at their shoes suddenly. They knew it was best to let you argue without interference. They only wished you'd done it privately as this was becoming increasingly embarrassing for all of you. However, it was about to get worse.

Swirling the amber liquid in his glass, Tommy looked up at you slowly with icy blue eyes glaring a warning before he'd even spoken. "You know Pol didn't always know best," he countered in an even, measured voice devoid of all emotion. "She wanted me to make an honest woman of ya because she said it would be good for me. But you don't know a fucking thing about my business and some nights I wish I'd just gone on paying you for it," he spat cruelly. "So now you know the truth as well," he said, turning to leave without looking back.

Part 2

#zablife ask box #Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #Tommy Shelby #Tommy Shelby fanfic #Tommy Shelby imagine #Tommy Shelby x you #Tommy Shelby x y/n #Tommy Shelby x reader #dark!Tommy

[ronearoundblindly]

Feel free to ignore this… but any further (descriptive) thots on what the first time Ari calling reader Mrs Levinson would be like?!

I just can’t get the thot of tender love making out of my brain after reading the 3+1!

Please no pressure at all! Just wanted to let you know how much this Ari lives rent free in my brain 😵‍💫💙

Ari Levinson x bestfriend!Reader (now wife) from Bedrock and Blueprints series

woah. so. good lawd, i got all up in my own feels for a while and shrank my world down to just reader and this guy:

An expansion of the the last part of this. Warning for sexy times in the most loving way. MINORS DNI. WC 1.3k

A/N: holy sh*t. don't @ me if you hate this and hate terrible puns because 🙈 idk what happened...

Your relationship keeps evolving.

You started as distant acquaintances, sharing a friend but not much else. Soon, though, you and Ari found common ground and mutual respect. Slowly, the two of you learned more about each other and grew comfortable, playfully jabbing at each other's bad habits and blind spots.

You only ever wanted the best for one another.

It took a long time--many people would say too long--to WANT one another, and old habits die hard.

The strangest part of your wedding day is how easy it is to fall into the 'friend' pattern again. You're executing a planned day, hosting guests in your home, coordinating care of your baby. Ari's helping. He always does.

The ceremony is short and sweet, the party after a simple barbecue. It hardly feels...special.

On the other side of the lawn, Ari shows a few of your coworkers Rachel's favorite face he makes, and your daughter howls in joy, grabbing at Daddy from her perch your cubicle-mate's arms.

They're too far away to hear, but you can read Ari's body language pretty well after a decade.

What's wrong, honey? You love looking out at a crowd.

See? See all these people? They're here for you. For us. For...

Ari's eyes meet yours, his bottle of beer becoming an anchor in his outstretched hand. He beams.

...mommy.

You give a tiny little wave just as he gets ambushed by a few more guests cooing over Rachel. Ari is tall enough that you can see his gaze never leaves you, even when he's surrounded, even when he mutters an answer to a question, even as he pats shoulders and backs until he's out of the throng.

His radiant smile washes over you like the warm breeze on this perfect day. His feet land in time with thuds of Boyd and Dimitri battling it out on the cornhole boards, and the women flanking you twitter appreciative giggles as if putting voice to your heart's fluttering.

Ari is, well, damn fine to look at.

"Hey," he breathes heavily once making his way to you. "You wanna--" he gestures behind you to the house "--for a sec?"

"Oh, sure." You scramble to think what more could be missing from outside. Are the drinks running low? Is the grill ready for the next round of food? Does Rachel need a toy or maybe a hat?

He leads the way to open the door for you, and that's when you notice Ari's starting to sweat through the t-shirt he changed into after the ceremony. He's never been a fan of the penguin suits. As he puts it, "they rent them for a reason. Nobody wants to own one of these."

Whether for the entertainment or just to cool himself off, you assume Ari's heading for the kitchen and turn accordingly before an arm snaking around your waist hauls you backward.

"Not so fast, gorgeous," he snips in your ear, a familiar playfulness in the words warming down your spine.

"What are you doing, Ari?" you laugh, letting him man-handle you down the hall to the bedroom.

He touches you down gently beside the door and shuts it behind him quietly. Those pearly white teeth and bright blue eyes keep shining.

"Just taking a minute," he whispers, stepping closer, dragging his finger around your ear to move a bit of stray hair, "just for us."

His focus holds yours for a long time. The rough pad of his thumb traces the height of your cheekbone. A sheen of perspiration glistens on his temple. His flush glows pink even on the skin between beard hairs. Ari's tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip.

Mixed with the muffled sound of your party outside, it's hard to tell his breathing has changed, but when your own eyes stop roaming the rest of his face, you see welling tears.

"Sorry, I don't know why..." Ari's cracking voice trails off. He sniffs and plants his hands against your hips to steady himself.

It makes your head spin.

"Sorry I took so lo--" but you don't let him get the words out.

Friends don't let friends cry over wasted time, no, because none of it was wasted. Learning about each other is necessary. Respecting one another is crucial. Laughing at the little things and the stupid things is essential. Everything happened just as it should.

You pour your approval into the kiss, tossing your arms around his neck and climbing him like the steadfast, rooted tree he's become, the centerpiece he is in the forest of your life, and Ari weathers the assault with gusto.

He sways with that changing wind of desire to lay you on the bed, shading you with his broad body and dangling hair, cocooning you both in your own little world, hot and heavy and light as a feather.

"I love you," he says as his wide palm explores up your skirt. "I love you," he says as two fingers move your panties out of the way. "I love you," he says as he discovers just how long you've been waiting for this touch.

"I love you," you repeat, undoing the fastening of his shorts. "I love you," you repeat, pushing them to the ground. "I love you," you repeat, taking his length in your hand.

"Please, Ari."

He hisses in tortured excitement. "Yeah?" In a flurry of fabrics, he's yanking your skirt around, tucking your leg up high over his waist as he climbs on the bed, too. "You want me, gorgeous?"

You like how much he leans into your new nickname; he's tried to ween himself off calling you 'kid' now that Rachel exists.

"Need you." Your words sound whiny and desperate because they are. "Need my husband."

The groan Ari lets out would wake the neighbors. Thank g-d there's a party outside...

He's so careful entering you, giving you time to stretch for him, giving him time to listen to every sated breath you both take. He pulls down the zipper at your side and peels your dress back, further exposing you. He loves how sensitive your nipples are since having a baby, but he also knows how much you hate these bras. He takes a moment to unhook you and fling that shit across the room, relishing your happy sigh of freedom.

"There's my wife," he chokes out, propped on his hands above you, surveying the bare beauty before him. His shirt is loose and wrinkled from where you've been gripping it for dear life. The shimmer of tears is back in his eyes--just for a second--until you bring him down to kiss again.

Once fully sheathed inside you, Ari sets a rhythm to mirror your whole relationship: slow and playful. He works to make you laugh, to make you fight him just a little bit because he's being silly. He flicks at your nipples and mouths at your shoulder. He only has one care in the whole world and for all time until--

Ari growls into your neck when there's a knock at the door.

"Just took the last bottle out of the fridge for Rachel, dearie. Thought you should know," Momma Joe's sweet old voice vibrates through, but you hear her footsteps fade quickly.

"'Spose that means I need to pump..." You toss your arms out in defeated frustration.

"Nah-uh," Ari shoots back, gathering you into a firm hold, pressing himself that much deeper inside you. He drapes that bubble of attention over you again, intent and adoring. "Right now? Right now you're mine, Misses Levinson."

He rolls his hips back, cock inching out of you, covered in your slippery arousal.

"And I need to pump--" he thrusts forward, the heft of him making your head loll back on the sheets "--again...and again...and again..."

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[yuujispinkhair]

Slacker

Pairing: Kaeya x Reader (female) Genre: fluff Word Count: 700 Warnings: None. This is just fluff with some kisses and suggestive comments. All characters are of age. Minors don't interact.

My dear friend @moraxsthrone was in need of some Kaeya fluff, and I thought this was the perfect opportunity to try writing for Kaeya for the first time! I hope this little drabble can make you smile, Kel!! I am sending you lots of love and lots of kisses from Kaeya!! I love youuu 💙

"Didn't know you were such a slacker! Hurry up, princess, or I will leave you behind!"

You roll your eyes at the comment, about to flip Kaeya off good-naturedly when your feet decide at that moment to finally give up on you, and you tumble gracelessly to the ground, landing in the mud with a surprised screech.

You blink in confusion, looking up at the stunned expression on your travel companion's, friend's, lover's... or whatever he is, face. It's almost comical to see Kaeya's expression go from playfully annoyed to surprised to worried.

He is in front of you in a split second, the hectic look in his uncovered blue eye telling you how freaked out he is. "Shit! Are you ok, princess??"

A chuckle finds its way out of your mouth. You must look so ridiculous, sitting with your ass in the mud, grinning like a lunatic, but you can't help it. The whole situation is so hilarious to you. You are at your physical and emotional limit. Have been for days.

The travel has been much more challenging than you expected, and by now, every muscle in your body aches from walking so long and getting into so many fights. It was only a matter of time before you snapped. But you didn't really expect it like that. Usually, you end up ugly-crying and not laughing your ass off.

It must be Kaeya's influence. His presence is what has kept you going for weeks. The playful banter, the teasing, the flirting. Time passes so much faster when he is with you. And the inconveniences of traveling become less draining when Kaeya is there to kiss it better every night.

And now you are sitting in a puddle of mud, laughing as you cock your head and ask Kaeya in the same teasing tone he always uses,

"What happened to leaving me behind? I thought you had somewhere urgent to be?"

You know you are being a little shit right now, but it's only fair, isn't it? And you just feel too pleased with seeing that worried expression on Kaeya's usually so aloof face. It makes you feel so warm somehow. Seeing how much he cares. Seeing how important you are to him.

Kaeya shakes his head,

"Are you kidding me? Do you really think I will just let my girl lie in the dirt?"

He huffs dramatically, rolling his pretty blue eye as he reaches down to grab your hand firmly and pull you to your feet.

"Come on, get up!"

The worry is gone from his face and voice, hidden behind another lazy grin and an amused twinkle in that pretty blue eye. But the way Kaeya pulls you against his tall, firm body and wraps his arms around you, tells you all you need to know.

You chuckle again, feeling a bit delirious as you press your face against Kaeya's chest when you feel his strong arms tightening around you, hugging you to him, helping you stand, making sure you are ok.

The warm feeling in your chest grows even more intense, filling you with a comfort you haven't felt around anyone else in a long time. The comforting feeling of knowing that Kaeya would never leave you behind.

Your cheeks hurt from grinning so broadly as you lift your head to say,

"So, I'm your girl, huh?"

"Oh, shut up!"

"Why don't you make me?"

You can see the moment when Kaeya loses his little personal battle of trying to hold back his laughter, lips trembling before he bursts out laughing loudly.

"Can't believe you're using my lines against me now."

It's said in an amused whisper but laced with a certain seductive edge you know all too well.

And before you can retort anything, one of Kaeya's hands cups your chin, his thumb stroking lightly over your bottom lip as he tilts your face further up. The warmth in your chest is a hot throbbing by now. Your eyelids flutter closed just as Kaeya's soft lips land on yours in the first of many kisses he will give you tonight.

Thank you so much for reading! This was my first time writing for Kaeya, and I had so much FUN!! I hope the characterization was ok! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet!

@moraxsthrone my sweet Kel, I hope this is what you had in mind!! I am hugging you!!

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[gabigabigabby]

miss madeira and the american jesus | c. pulisic

part two

part one / three

christian pulisic x ronaldo!reader

a/n: yes more of y/n and christian bc i am obsessed 🫡

synopsis: miss madeira and the american jesus was jet-set for monaco after the season closing

face claim: cindy kimberly

ynronaldo

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ynronaldo you know you're my weakness, american jesus

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cmpulisic Yeah i knew that

ynronaldo okay cocky 'murican guy

cmpulisic Idk why you keep calling me that. Do you like that I'm American?

ynronaldo why don't you figure it out yourself smart ass

masonmount Cute. Now can you please open the door I'm outside

cmpulisic What are you doing here masonmount

masonmount I came to play fifa with you

cmpulisic ...how did you know I was playing? And who invited you?!

ynronaldo

Stamford Bridge

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ynronaldo so proud of you partner 💙 see you next season, blues!

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cmpulisic Greatest partner in the world

ynronaldo i know 🥹

benchilwell There is nobody like Cap 💙

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kaihavertz29 Love you guys 💙

ynronaldo love you kaiser 💙🥹

chelseafc Onto the next season!

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chelseafan tell chris to stay pls 😭

ynfan best gf award goes to u

masonmount We love you Y/N 💙

ynronaldo love you more Mase 😘

cmpulisic

Montecarlo, Monaco

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cmpulisic Sneaker shopping and then some... 💋

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ynronaldo yeah u love that emoji don't u ?

cmpulisic Shut up it fits the aesthetic

masonmount Since when do you care about aesthetics mate? cmpulisic

kaihavertz29 Love is in the air

cmpulisic Real.

ynronaldo yeaaaaa... the food 🤌🏽

cmpulisic ynronaldo what

cristiano Miss you guys!!

cmpulisic We miss you!

georginagio AMOOORRR 😍

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chelseafan you guys are sooo cute 😍😭

sophiaaemelia love you guys 🥰

cmpulisic Love you!

ynronaldo double date soon or what cmpulisic kaihavertz29 sophiaaemelia

ynronaldo

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ynronaldo there are golf courses in monaco ????? should've told me sooner so i can ditch handsome guy in the 2nd slide in england

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cmpulisic I have Spider-Sense when it comes to golf courses

ynronaldo u mean ur christian-tingle ?

cmpulisic ... ew

masonmount Bet I'm 10x better than Chris at golf

ynronaldo u dont even have to prove me wrong and i'd say yes. ur a star dahling

cmpulisic ... what now

sophiaaemelia prettiest girl 🤍

ynronaldo i'd argue otherwise 😘

ynfan golf fit is so chic 💋

ynronaldo is it giving !!! i'm so glad i literally dk how to dress for the golf course ????

kaihavertz29 I don't think that's what you wear to a golf course

ynronaldo ok dad tell me what i should wear then 🙄

cmpulisic Next time don't even come along. Let the man have his own man time ynronaldo

ynronaldo cmpulisic ur man time started and ended in the shower. u can't get rid of me that easy now mister

kaihavertz29 I feel like I'm invading now. Never should've commented

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[levmada]

gee, my friend!! congratulations on 2k, that’s a big number fr 💙

levi and 8. shielding the other one with their body (can we… shield levi? 👀)

thank youuuuu suki <3 plot is sponsored by a fic i read a while lol. idk what’s up with my writing style in this one but djfjsjdjgj also nanaba is nb because.

//gn!reader, canon-typical violence, injury | ~1.8k

To think that an abandoned town like this—surrounded by a moat, watchtowers and all—is a safe haven during the night, but by daybreak, the formation is just as vulnerable as if they'd camped in a meadow.

The bright day gave eyes (in addition to Miche's supernatural sense of smell) crystal-clear visibility, and so the presence of approaching Titans was caught well in advance. They wandered in threes, but in exchange for the advantage of no abnormals to contend with, there were plenty of numbers all attracted to the scent of human flesh.

But there was time. That's the reason elite soldiers like you and Levi were chosen to evacuate the field hospital—what once was a stone watchtower. Erwin commanded that the objective was to outrun, not fight.

His speed and your level head, besides your close relationship that made you act in-sync was perfect for a mission that made it imperative to work together.

You both started at the exposed top floor and worked your way down, ushering the rest of the injured that hadn’t yet, or couldn’t, escape all on their own. One medic joined you.

Good progress has been made so far. You and Levi, and three others counting the quick medic, descended the stone steps now to the first floor. Louder than your heart in your ears was the cocophony of shouts, snapping reins, thunderous steps and the gnashing of jaws just outside this structure. Your lungs burned. Almost out.

Fingers the size of your own body slam through the wall into the narrow stairwell, causing a roaring crash you feel down to your bones.

Levi acts fast and in one enormous slice, frees your way. Fingers to be replaced by a hoard of steam, and a monstrous roar. "Hurry up!”

He leaps down the steps with effortless agility, not pausing for whom he trusts will stick to his heels—and of course you do, tailed by two moaning, injured men, and the grim medic. She has done well to keep her head.

The first floor has been the most spared from the chaos—so much so every cubicle curtain is still upright, even. No sound of howling for help or terror, except a woman with expressive blue eyes and a cast. You mistake her frightened yowling for a cat at first.

"Get them out!" Levi orders you. "I got this one."

You don't think, you act, and throw your body against the thick oak door. The medic is a small woman, of course not cut out for combat, but she joins you. The wood is stuck stiff, probably from the damage done to the tower's integrity.

"Shit."

"We can do this," you insist. "Keep going."

Both men volunteer to shove alongside you, as best they can. Every crunch of stone, sometimes cascading feels like a taste of death. There's no way in hell the third floor is still intact. It too is most likely exposed to the air, where humans can be picked up and treated as a snack. You're running out of time.

But you're close to freedom, so insignificant to mean getting out of this tower, you think bitterly. The door protests and groans, but you're close. The lighter whining of the bed as Levi ushers her up is like a warning siren.

Just a little—

The sound like a mountain snapping in half behind you seems to come long before the ceiling physically collapses.

Levi.

Again, again, you don't think, you act, rocketing back from the door with a shove and into, onto—doesn't matter—Levi mid-run, before the weight of the world comes crashing down on top of you.

It sounds, when you can hear, like distant thunder for some reason. You're within, now, a very, very small coffin. Then you hear no more.

Levi is the first to blink rapidly from unconsciousness and coughs, then squeezes his eyes shut. Dust. Can't breathe. A grueling headache. He remembers it found him first in sleep.

After taking account of his own state, he surveys his surroundings, or lack thereof.

Not rock, or not just rock, but dead weight lays upon his curled-up form like a massive blanket. Fortunate, he thinks at first, that it's dark and his vision keeps warbling in and out of clarity, because he can't tell which name this corpse belongs to.

One second later, the bliss of ignorance shatters. He barks your name, blinking wildly in the cramped, heavy darkness. He commands himself to get calm.

His hand, the one not pinned underneath himself, finds purchase in your neck. He thumbs your pulse and turns his head. Where are your breaths? At first he thinks his nose finds your cheek, but it's your bleeding forehead. He smells blood. Your blood.

Fuck—disgusting.

He feels a solid pulse, and, awkwardly nuzzling the side of your mouth, slow, warm breaths wash over his cheek. A weird noise leaves him, hitched like fear and a low moan in pain and ultimate relief.

Blood is fresh, he thinks in a flurry. It can't have been long since the tower collapsed. Everyone else is surely dead—or he'll treat them that way until he can guarantee he and you are making it out of this.

He forces his incessant panting silent, groping over your back inch by inch so he can to shield your head from further harm. It's all so far away, worlds away, but he hears Titans.

Keep breathing. Keep breathing.

He squirms his head, half-laying on his back now, and his lips touch your ear.

"Wake up," he grunts, very aware then that he's wasting his air. You and the others have been buried alive under rubble. He can't waste both your supplies of air saying your name or begging you not to die, or you'll most likely die anyway.

He could risk crawling out on his own, but that'd mean risking the rubble he displaces crashing right on top of you. It's bad enough that you shielded his body with your own. You could've died on impact. You could die.

Can't climb up either. He's strong, the strongest he’s aware, but not even he can lift a ton of rock.

"Stay alive," he settles on, bullying his other arm up past your shoulderblades. Small bits of gravel and rock shift. With the most coverage he can, he shields the length of your spine. If something happens to your head or spine, that means death for sure, one way or another. It's all he can do—he can't get on top of you.

His heart throbs. Dammit, why couldn't he have been faster? If he'd went for the door before you, he could've gotten it open and most everyone out. Why did he try to save everyone? Now it's just him and you.

Every time this kind of situation has happened before, he’s always the only one left.

"Stay alive..." he mumbles in your ear, then your name. "Don't die on me."

His splitting headache makes it hard to deliberate or even think any more. Whenever he catches himself nodding off, he bites his tongue until it feels like it’s splitting in half, using the pain to stay awake, and devoting constant concentration to tracking your thready, but steady breathing.

When, under the clashing of shovels and shouts, you're both uncovered and your bodies are lifted from the rubble, Levi is found bloody, the only one conscious but delirious, and clutching your body as if you were lovers in bed—not soldiers pinned under tons of stone, dust, and rubble.

You're the only two out of five living.

You wander to wakefulness finally, on a bedroll, parallel with a half-dozen of your comrades who were injured during the attack. You distantly think that five is a good number all things considered, before you turn your head, and wince.

I’m injured…?

Blinking the haze and blur from your vision, the first thing you notice with any meaningful clarity isn’t the clean blue sky through the forest canopy, but in your far-back peripheral: Levi. He sits up against a towering oak, hunched with his knees tucked to his chest. One sword lays balanced across his knees. His fist clutches the grip tight despite his angry knuckles and bloody fingertips. His dull eyes stare vacantly forward, expression hard like a stone.

Which doesn’t even twitch when you say his name. It’s like he’s keeping a statue’s vigil. The only thing living or waking about him upon squinting is the rigid pattern he taps his leather boot in. Tap… tap, taptaptap… tap… tap, taptaptap…

Movement around you is slow—the formation has evidently traveled since… since the tower came crashing down on top of you, you now remember with a start. Tents are up, tendrils of soft smoke billowing up around the area. Lunch.

“Levi?” you ask again, in a weak voice. You tilt your head back to peer at him upside down, because it hurts too much to raise it. “Is… Did we…”

“Hey, Lieutenant. You’re awake,” Nanaba greets with a relieved sigh. You didn’t notice them approach.

They stand over you now with their hands on their hips. The tapping doesn’t stop—or rather it hardens at the approach of someone new.

“What happened?”

They crouch down. “Well… Shit. This is gonna be hard to hear, but only you and Levi survived. I think…” They cast a quick glance in his direction. “I think the Captain’s in worse shape than you. He hasn’t really moved since we got here. Refused any medical, but that’s nothing new.”

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It must’ve been torture for him, riding with no placement near the injured wagons. Duty calls.

He doesn’t appear to hear you and Nanaba talking about him right in front of him, but you know better. His dull eyes narrow despite the hundred-yard stare in them. He keeps tapping.

“I have him taken care of,” you volunteer without thinking. “Um. Well, you know.”

Nanaba looks pained, then scoffs without any humor in it. “I do. When our squad found you…” They trail off.

He protected me, didn’t he? you think with painful fondness. Even when you protect him—and it’s exceedingly rare Levi needs protection at all—he finds a way.

“How… How long were we?”

“A couple of hours. Chances are, he was awake the whole time. So. Try to get him to take it easy,” they say.

You huff in astonishment, eyes wide. Hours. Buried alive for hours. “I’ll try.”

They nod. “Rest up.”

Nanaba leaves you both, or rather leaves you. You lay in silence for a little while longer until you find resolve to slowly push up into a sit. The tapping persists, but your eyes meet for the first time. Despite the state he’s in, his gaze is so intense you want to look away.

“Thank you for protecting me… Hey. Even you couldn’t get out of all that rubble, so, you stayed awake and made sure I was okay. Thank you, Lev’… Now that we’re here, and I’m awake, you don’t have to guard me anymore,” you chuckle lamely.

It’s a plain reassurance, but your head is pounding. You’re still weak.

The tapping doesn’t change. You recognize the technique he’s using to ground himself for what it is, besides his blade being cocked for all to see despite the peaceful area. It’s impossible to tell what he’s thinking, but maybe he isn’t, and that’s just it. That’s what’s wrong.

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” you say again. “Can I sit with you?”

His severe gaze drops. A crack in his armor appears when his shoulders deflate. The tapping slows.

Carefully, you shuffle back, giving his blade wide berth, and sit so your sides are touching.

You rest your head on his shoulder. At first he goes rigid, and then seems to slump completely.

“Everything’s okay, Levi.”

Tap… tap, taptaptap… tap… tap, taptaptap…

“…How’s your head,” he asks, or rather says in a soft rasp.

“It hurts. But that means I’m alive. Thanks to you.”

“Don’t be a fucking fool,” he seethes.

Your lips part.

“I was useless. And I’m the reason we were crushed. Staying awake all that time counts for shit.”

Each sentence, blandly spoken, comes seemingly punctuated by an invisible blow.

You stare. You kind of want to slap him. “I had three others trying that door with me. It wasn’t enough then, either… but we’ll never know if it was inevitable or not.

“Waiting was everything you could do. Ha… You gave your whole heart, as always. If you really wanted to be useless, you would’ve had to die.”

His chest wracks, and a sound that’s both a weak gasp and a surrendering, yet silent sob. His head bows and the tapping fails. You reach over and touch his gnarled knuckles.

“It’s okay.” You kiss his greasy hair and embrace him best you can in this position.

It’s okay. You can’t ask for solace, but your continued hearts’ beating, that you can, and that he gave you.

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[gadriezmannsgirl]

May i request,where in reader and grizi are laying in bed just talking about your day and just adoring each other! Idk I just had a really soft spot for him rn ! Anywho thank you so much for your writing! I hope you have a wonderful day💙

Grizi fic because it's his birthday! Can you believe that gorgeous man is 33 now? I can't, he's just a baby

Lovers -A.G7

Summary: You're each other's safe space

You rolled into your bedroom, laying yourself into the door sighing and kicking off your shoes.

"Bonjour, princesse" (Hello, princess) You heard his voice and inmediately smiled before lifting your gaze, his deep blue eyes made you feel safe and his smile took off the weight of the day away.

"Hola" You said softly with a tired smile on "How's your day?"

"Pretty boring" He smiled "What about yours?"

"Long" You said inmediately "Very, very long" You sighed closing your eyes "I'm so tired all I want to do is sleep" You let yourself go face down on your bed "and not move from the bed at all for at least three days straight" You heard his sweet laugh

"You gotta go and shower, amor"

"Are you telling me that I stink?" You looked up to him and saw how his lips were pushed upwards and looked to another side "I'm not!"

"You're" He said

"You're lying, Antoine Griezmann" His facade fell quickly as laughter came over him

"I can shower with you if you want"

"Your hair is wet"

"I can still take another shower" You hum with a smile on, you pushed yourself up and crawled on the bed to be face to face with him

"Only shower?"

"Well... I can think about something else too"

"Save that for later, campeón. I'm tired right now"

"You pervert, I was talking about a massage!" You laugh kissing his lips and going straight to the bathroom "You dirty minded"

You took off your shirt and throwed it at him "Shut up and come to take a shower with me"

Antoine got up really fast and ran towards the bathroom making you laugh "You're a 33 year old man but you still act as if you were 16"

"That's the spirit!"

Once you were inside the bathroom, he truly saw how tired you were and took care of you without thinking twice, he washed your hair, your body, he talked to you trying to get your head off from work and after that he helped you with your after shower routine, the creams on your body, doing your hair for you in a nice braid, dressing you in your pijama's which consisted in one of his shirts and panties.

"Thank you, Anto" You kiss his cheek

"No need to thank me, princesse" He smiled "I'm glad I can help you whenever you're having a bad day" You smile softly

"It wasn't a bad day" You confess "It was just a really tiring and long day, I had to run around everywhere, the guys were making simple mistakes, the documents I was waiting for to sign weren't even done, two meetings got pushed back because one of them is sick... It was crazy" You whispered shaking your head "What about you? How was training?"

"Koke keeps calling me Toni Pepperoni"

"You let him"

"He heard you" You laugh softly "But overall was good, tiring and hard like always but there were always laughter"

"Sometimes I wish I can switch offices with you" He laughed

"You wouldn't want that"

"No, I wouldn't" You agree "I run five minutes and I'm already passing out, imagine having to run from one side of a field to the other for +90 minutes. I'll be dead" You both laugh "And the work sessions you do, shut your mouth don't get me started on that" You shake your head "It's truly amazing what you do, love"

"Your work is amazing too. Without you the company wouldn't know how to work"

"That's called being a bossy bitch" He laughs

"You're bossy, yes. But not a bitch"

"I can be sometimes"

"0 out 11 times"

"But I still am" You winked as he laughs once again. You enjoy that sound and the smile that covers his handsome face.

"Definitely, Morata's afraid of you"

"He should be. I didn't let my shoe go out after kicking that ball for no reason"

"That day was so amazing" His giggles made you giggle as well, you keep on talking about your days and about random things that went to your mind at that moment, when he suddenly asked "Baby, how does a date night sound?"

"Do we have to go out?"

"You know we don't"

"Then it's perfect"

"You set up the movie and I'll bring something to eat"

"Can I cuddle you?"

"Do you even have to ask? Of course you will" He scoffs "Do you want Chip Ahoy's and Pringles's?" You opened your mouth but he beat you to it "Of course you will"

"Mira tu-!" (Look, you little-!) You grabbed his pillow and went to throw it at him but he passed through the door "You're lucky I'm in love with you!"

"You're the lucky one, señora!" (Old lady)

"You're definitely not coming out alive out of this one, Griezmann!" You ran out after him, you heard his laugh already on the kitchen as you made your way downstairs. He was going to get it.

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[seeingstarks]

no one better than you baby

summary : you're in a moral dilemma on whether or not you should help adam turn on maxwell or the other way around. pairing : mjf x adam cole x afab!reader (use of wrestler names) cw : walked in on while getting dressed, angst if you squint, mention of anxiety, sexual suggestions, french-kissing, arm/ab touching, nicknames like babe/babygirl, basically wrestling fluff with a dash of smut! a/n : reblogs are very much appreciated! had this in the drafts for a week or so and finally had the inspo to finish it! enjoy! 💙 word count : 1,425 words tag list: @adamjf @josiewrites

"adam, no, we can't." you pleaded while looking over into his icy blue eyes contemplating on whether or not tonight was the night to help adam turn on maxwell.

you'd been his valet ever since undisputed era and glued to his hip however found yourself wandering after making the move to all elite. maxwell was an asshole and nothing but, he seemed like a changed man when better than you bay bay became a thing.

adam kept the good guy act up for the cameras but he'd secretly been pitching ideas to you for weeks. little did he know that the devil himself caught your eye more than once and you'd been sneaking off to tell him of adam's plans. the devil was always one step ahead but with your help he'd be two steps further.

everything went according to plan except when stepping foot into your private locker room away from the two men you trusted most in your life, one as a brother and the other as a sort of school-girl crush. surely everyone in their right mind had to be head over heels for the maxwell jacob friedman.

with a soft sigh, you took a seat infront of your cheap vanity. it was nothing much just a re-furnished shelf painted your favorite color, a few lights adorning the top and a mirror propped up against it with makeup scattered about.

however one thing was out of place.. or rather wasn't there to begin with. you picked up the small black box and gave it a slight shake, wondering what it contained inside. you should've known the gift was from maxwell when pulling at the burberry ribbon and revealing the contents inside to be a ring in just your size.

taking the shiny object out of the box, your eyes sparkled from the reflection off the lights and pure wonder of how much it cost, had to be a fortune. it looked exactly like his dynamite diamond ring only perfect for your finger.

you slid the ring on and smiled seeing your reflection in the mirror, of course it suited you well. once getting up from the seat, you had noticed a neatly folded piece of paper on the ground that must've fallen from the box.

inside read, "thought of you when i found this. the only person prettier and better than any diamond is you, baby. maybe you could use it against adam tonight?"

a slight warmth grew on your cheeks when reading the words, maxwell never called you pretty to your face. only things like baby, toots, or beautiful.. but you only took it as a joke in passing. there was this one time he called you babygirl and you will never let him hear the end of it.

you nearly jumped from your seat when you heard someone knocking at the door, luckily it was just a seamstress dropping off your outfit for the night. ever since maxwell and adam teamed up you had matching gear with them.

throwing off your shorts, you swiftly put on your wrestling bottoms and while whipping your shirt toward whatever corner of the room another knock was heard on the door, "c'mon, i'm just trynna' get dressed here!" you half-yelled with a huff and opened the door realizing you were only wearing a bra once you came face to face with adam.

"oh, uh i'll just wait a few minutes- promise i didn't see anything." you chuckled at adam's response and watched as he shut his eyes.

you went toward a private part of the room and threw your double clothesline shirt on with the matching jacket, "i'm dressed now, mr. undisputed your eyes won't be burned." you gave him a smile.

"so, have you given anymore consideration to helping me turn on maxwell tonight?" adam questioned but you were deep in thought thinking about the devil himself.

adam snapped his fingers infront of you, a sort of way to try and bring you back to reality, "uh, y/n you still there?"

"oh, yeah.. mhm. i've given it some consideration. maybe tonight isn't the right night to turn on him. he's just starting to act like a face.. and well we're trying to get the crowd on his side."

"exactly, y/n. tonight would be the perfect night for it.. but i understand if you're not ready. it's all in your hands." adam looked at you sincerely, you had a lot to consider since both men wanted you to turn on the other one and you hadn't even seen max in person tonight except in passing. whichever choice you made you hoped it wouldn't ruin any friendships.

"i'll make my choice when we go out there, see you in five." you assured as adam soon exited, you took it upon yourself to do the finishing touches on your outfit and makeup.

you dragged your feet against the backstage floor, scrunching your nose up at the sound it made. squeaky.. must've been cleaned recently. a familiar feeling arose in your stomach, that being of anxiety.

you were fast approaching both men and had a very important decision to make, not only for the two you loved most but for a future feud in the company.

with a heavy sigh, you glanced down at your ring finger which was usually not adorned with such a shiny jewel but maxwell had grown on you the past month or so.. and adam he'd been there for all your ups and downs. this moment was more than your personal relationships.. it was about wrestling itself and what the fans wanted but you couldn't bare the thought of hurting maxwell.

or could you? only time would tell.

lights flashed bright, pyro went off, the crowd had been cheering and booing all night and it was finally time for the main event.

mawell's music hit first and then it mashed up with a mix of adam's. then it was your time to shine, you posed with the men as maxwell instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist, adam shooting him a knowing glare. a few rude members of the crowd were cat-calling you so maxwell took it upon himself to flip them off.

you were used to adam being cheered and mawwell always receiving a mix of boos and cheers however since the team up it was the best of both worlds.

you stood at ringside as the match went smoothly, cheering a little more for maxwell over adam and he seemed to take notice when taken advantage of in a shatter machine finisher. whoops.

in the end ftr still won over better than you bay bay despite your efforts of attempting to distract the referee but being careful enough not to get kicked out.

you made your way up the ring steps and hugged it out with both men, adam turning around and telling maxwell to hit him but instead it was you doing the dirty work.

one swift punch to the jaw, ring including left the crowd in gasps. even maxwell looked surprised for a moment or so while resting against the ropes in the corner or the ring.

he smirked deviously before standing up, "knew you'd make the right choice," he lowered his voice so only you could hear, "i see you took my advice now how about let's get outta' here and i take ya' on a proper date, babygirl?"

your eyes met with his chocolate ones, giving a nod. "yes. of course, maxwell. but first-"

before maxwell even had the chance to speak, you wrapped your arms and hand up around his muscly shoulders, dragging the other along his abs.

"don't forget we're in public baby- not that i mind but i don't wanna share you for our first time."

after listening you shushed him with a kissed which he deepened by wrapping his own strong arms around your finger, opening your mouth in response as he shoved his tongue down your throat, causing you to gasp for air.

you snaked your tongue around his, doing the same as a small moan escaped from the man's throat, "mm, babe."

you chuckled as the two of you eventually broke the kiss to catch a breath of air, still holding each other close. the crowd was off the rails already yelling about giving you and maxwell a ship name as you hid your blushing face into his shoulder.

"we're going to make a perfect wrestling couple."

"why just a wrestling couple?" you asked with a smirk.

"touché"

#better than you bay bay <33 #mjf #adam cole #maxwell jacob friedman #mjf x reader #adam cole x reader #wrestling fluff #aew fluff #mjf x female reader #adam cole x female reader

[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box Series— Quinn Hughes Edition (Six)

23-24 Season Masterlist

previous: five

next: seven

OCTOBER 27, 2023

i’m behind so remember that these stats mentioned are accurate for the day of the game!

shorty is john, the play by play guy for the canucks if y'all forgot/didn't know his nickname!

yourusername

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yourusername WELCOME BACK TO MY POST GAME PENALTY BOX UPDATE SHOW: MY BEST FRIEND IS HOCKEY GOD EDITION!

he was rightfully first star of the game again tonight with his two goal game! as shorty said, "hughes loves playing the blues!" the blues are now the only team that quinny has more goals scored on than assists!

and for those who are quinn's biggest supporters, a nation run by me, you'd know that one of quinn's goals is to work on his +/-! you'll be happy to know that quinn LEADS THE LEAGUE WITH A +10! that's just another piece of evidence as to why he's a hockey god, laideez!

to quinn, my favorite big brother, and my least favorite hughes, i’m so unbelievably proud of you! you've been working on shooting the puck more and you're doing so with flying colors. congrats on your third career multi-goal game! i love you way past infinity💙

p.s. shoutout to demmer for getting his fourth career shut out in this 5-0 win tonight ! i’m so proud of you! @/tdemko30

p.s.s. QUINN GOT HIS FIRST PENALTY AND I ALMOST FORGOT TO MENTION IT! RIP HIS 6 GAME STREAK!!

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_quinnhughes sissy? being mostly sweet? who are you? (i love you way past beyond)

yourusername you gave me two goals and a penalty, you could have my future CHILDREN if you wanted right now

trevorzegras @/yourusername don't... don't do that

_quinnhughes i’m okay, thanks for the offer though!

yourusername you sure? i’m feeling very generous towards you right now! i’ll give you anything!

_quinnhughes can i have a normal sister?

yourusername i cannot give you that, sorry!

user41 QUINN HUGHES NATION RISE

jackhughes i'm not your favorite big brother?!

yourusername we're twins that met at 5? do you not know how twins work?

jackhughes i’m older than you by 4 hours and 36 minutes!

yourusername you're my least favorite big brother🫶

jackhughes am i your favorite hughes????

yourusername no? i’m my favorite hughes?

colecaufield we love the self confidence

_alexturcotte queen shit!

jackhughes 🙄

tdemko35 you're too sweet, y/n! thank you!

yourusername i’ll always hype up my boys!!! i love you!!! stay golden, ponyboy

tdemko35 i love you, too😂

user57 sissy really made the "who's sissy's least favorite hughes?" game easy on us this time

user99 HIS FUCKING SMILE OH MY GOD

trevorzegras how can you be the biggest supporter of both me AND quinn?

yourusername i’m made of pure love, baby! i got lots of it to go around! and it does!

jackhughes wh*re

yourusername @/jackhughes bite me.

trevorzegras you're such a sweet girl🧡 i'm so ready to marry you, let's elope

colecaufield @/trevorzegras i'm her man of honor! don't you dare take that away from me, zegras

yourusername @/colecaufield i would never let him do that

yourusername i don't care how much i’m freaking out over a dress! we're having a wedding, zegras!

trevorzegras i feel attacked

yourusername with love <3

user78 THIS IS SISSY'S LEAST FAVORITE HUGHES'S YEAR!

yourusername and that is his preferred title!

_quinnhughes @/yourusername that's not even close to my preferred title

yourusername @_quinnhughes it literally is

user6 the blues got the blues over hughes

_alexturcotte @_quinnhughes have you gotten hit with a puck yet?

_quinnhughes nope

_alexturcotte who are you? does the c put a protective shield around you? what's happening with the balance of the universe?

yourusername somewhere, somebody is getting hit with a puck a lot more than ever before

_alexturcotte i can't believe quinn would do that to someone

yourusername some captain he is... smh

_quinnhughes @_alexturcotte @.yourusername you two are some real comedic geniuses

yourusername @_quinnhughes thanks, we know!

_alexturcotte @_quinnhughes we're here all your life!

user39 quinn hughes nation needs t-shirts, someone should get on this

lhughes_06 @_quinnhughes toques for the win!

yourusername toques for the LOSE

_quinnhughes @/yourusername win*

jackhughes @/yourusername win*

yourusername @_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @.lhughes_06 i’m burning them all. i have keys to your homes. they'll be burning in a pit by wednesday. @/trevorzegras so help me, if you ever put one on that fine head of hair of yours, i’ll burn you, too

trevorzegras @/yourusername roger that

jackhughes @/trevorzegras if we burn, you burn with us!

trevorzegras @/jackhughes hard pass

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sorry it's short while i'm trying to play catch up! tell me what you think! <3

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[sunnylands-world]

OK LAST ONE FOR THE EVENT

i've been obsessed with the way you write vamp draco so like- i need 🧍‍♀️🫂

My Favorite

Pairing: vampire draco x fem reader

Summary: Draco is obsessed with your thighs so he finds a new way to enjoy them…

Word count: 770

Warning: biting, slapping, thigh fucking?[Is that a thing Idk but I made it one] dirty talk, degrading kink, [whore is said], Draco cums on the reader, reader has thick thighs. Let me know if I missed anything

Universe: vampire

A/n: sooo…idk what this is I just thought of it...hope you like it!! 🥺

And as always leave a comment! even just something random 💙 and reblog!!

Draco had this obsession with your thighs. He'd consistently have one of his hands resting on you. And if you were fucking, he'd have to touch them; rather that be kissing, sucking, licking, holding, he'd do one or all. It was his favorite place to rest his head. You can't forget how much he loved being between them. He'd whisper against your skin while he tasted you, leaving the words on your thighs.

Thinking about it was enough to cause your panties to soak. He was resting there now, hand positioned by him kneading the area, his fingers nearly slipping between them as he watched the film.

"Can I do something?" he announced, looking away from the screen. His hair was a mess when you looked; the cause was him lying on you. His soft blonde hair was untamed.

"something?" You raised a brow in confusion.

"well I- can I just show you" he uttered. Not once in your time with him had you seen your vampire boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, stumble over his words. You knew something was up, but you nodded anyway. Next thing you know, you're pulled forward, back against the pillows, legs spread wide, and shorts are gone. You have to say this was rather strange.

"Look Draco, I love you, but if you're about to try and put something up my–" "what the fuck no just- hold on" he shook his head, eyes shutting, baffled.

"Hey, I was just saying, it was in a sex article as a way to try something new in the bedroom," you explained. He huffed.

"I told you not to read that bullshit." He was focused on your thighs like an artwork. You rolled your eyes. You look up at the ceiling, suddenly interested in the details. The teeth against your inner thigh pull you from your thoughts. He was biting into extra fat that acted as a barrier to you–

"ow, what are you doing?" you shouted, looking at him fixed between your legs.

"Just marking you" he groaned, sucking the dough of your skin into his mouth, his tongue flickering against the sting. He continued his assault on your thighs, making you hiss at the burn till his hips were grinding against the mattress. He pulled back, cock hard and showing through his checkered green and black pants. He didn't say anything, tugging your underwear down, his fingers leaving goosebumps behind.

He moves on his knees, humming in approval before he grabs your legs, holding them together, pushing them towards your chest.

"Hold them," he ordered. grabbing your legs still a bit confused, then you feel the glide of Draco's cock up your slit, into the crevasses of your closed legs. The swallow tip shows as he pushes forward. He moves slowly, testing the waters till his hips are moving swiftly, his cock brushing your clit.

"fuck" he groaned, with his head falling back. your legs become sore but lessen from the warm, tense feeling that swirls deep in your belly. Draco was in his own world; his lip between his teeth, his cock sliding through your slippery, wet folds. He's thrusting forward, eyes shut, muscles tense chasing his release. quiet moans escape you; the intense bliss tempting you to pull away and run from it at the same time.

"your so dirty letting me fuck myself between your thighs" he teased, his fangs skimming over your ankle.

"bet you'd let me do anything to you huh?" he enquired, eyes twinkling red to blue. you nodded. He shook his head, slapping your thigh to take you from your drunken state.

"I'd let you do anything to me Draco'' you sigh, pussy coating his thick length in your arousal.

"good girl" he breathes, hips snapping frenetically as he nears his end.

"Want me to cum on you, my little whore?" he asked, pace beginning to stutter.

"yes, yes, please" you beg, trying to buck into him. Your nails digging in your skin, pussy dripping down your ass.

"God, fuck, pull your shirt up." he moans. You pull up your top, letting him hold your legs. He curses, shooting the ropes of cum onto you.

The burning sensation finally eases, sheets wet with your arousal, an explosion going off inside you.

"oh Draco, fuck" he comes to a stop after a few lazy thrusts, pulling from your closed legs, and dropping them gently. He moves from the bed to get a warm towel before coming back and whipping you clean, kissing your forehead with an I love you.

He lies beside you, hand on your thigh like always when he sleeps.

Request open 👐

Draco's lovers and requests:

@alexxavicry, @sarahthehuffpuff, @supercoffeeblogs, @thatwattpadobsessed, @ameliaclare04, @kyracanwrite , @animeloverfreak310, @imafangirl22, @phildunphyisadilf, @jac1ndaa

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[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Non-angsty prompt coming up!!

Ineffable Husbands reacting to Trick or Treaters in honor of Halloween! (I feel like maybe trick or treating is bigger in America than England, but just pretend that they get trick or treaters!)

🎃

(I hope you feel better and things get easier! 💙)

That sounds cute!

This is Halloween in the South Downs.

On with the fic!

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Crowley looked away from the television, where a cheesy vampire movie was playing, when they heard the sound of knocking at the front door. A grin came to them and they extended their fangs in excitement.

Halloween was one of Crowley's favorite times of the year, a night of tricks and pranks, of treats and frights, and a night where a demon could let their hair down in public without judgement! Also, Aziraphale made these really tasty pumpkin scones since the mid-2000s every year and Crowley really liked those.

As they jumped off the couch and made their way to the door, more of their appearance changed. Shoulder-length hair became longer, darker, thicker, almost snake-like in a sense, while scales of black and red peppered their skin like freckles.

Their eyes became fully yellow, the pupils long, thin slits, and their nails became long, sharp claws as they grabbed for something sitting on the side table at the door.

Crowley threw open the door and looked at the children standing there, all dressed up as things Crowley either knew or had no clue because it was something kids liked looking at online. Either way, there was a group, and they were all wanting something.

"Trick or treat!" They shouted, holding out their bags and pails for candies.

"Trick or treat, eh?" Crowley smirked, claws drumming on the large, plastic dish that was black and covered in little images of spiders in oranges and purples. "Which will it be?"

The kids looked a bit confused, before a little girl in a blue dog costume spoke up with glee. "A trick! A trick!"

"Oh? A trick? Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Cried a chorus of excited children.

"Weellll... I suppose one little trick..." They chuckled before opening their mouth wide, fire shooting out from it over their heads for just a moment. Crowley let out a soft cough, then licked their lips.

The kids looked at him in awe, then cheered, though Crowley swore he heard a snap among the shouts of 'do it again'.

"Ah, I said one little trick. That's all you get. Now, do you want some candy or not? Cause we've got full bars!" Crowley said holding out the bowl to the group, who happily snatched up a few bars, then scurried off, thanking 'Ms or Mr Fell-Crowley' as they ran down the dirt path, happily talking about how cool that was and how the Fell-Crowley's always have the best treats.

"Really dear, I know you love entertaining the children, but fire? Nearly burnt my wind chimes!"

Crowley snickered and turned to see Aziraphale, standing at the entrance to the kitchen, his face having a few smears of flour on it.

"The kids love when I do that kinda stuff!" Crowley said as they sat down the bowl, shutting the door with a flick of their wrist. They licked their thumb and used it to quickly wipe off Aziraphale's face when they approached. "How are the baked treats coming along?"

"Almost done, the retirement home is going to love them!" Aziraphale did a wiggle.

"Did you make those one things that Mavis was goin' on about? You did them for a book club a few months ago, right? She was ravin' about them at the knittin' club this week, said you promised."

"I made them, don't worry." There was a knock at the door. Aziraphale chuckled and gently gave Crowley a push towards it. "Go on, I'll finish up here."

"Alright, but when we head out, you need to look a bit more... spooky." Crowley said, heading for the door.

Aziraphale's exposed skin split in places, revealing dozens of eyes, that all rolled at once. "Does this work?"

"Perfect! Should make you hand out the candy if you're gonna do that!" Crowley cackled as they picked up the bowl once more, ready for the next batch of trick or treaters.

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I'd like to think that Crowley and Aziraphale made friends with a bunch of the old people in the South Down area, just as Crowley would be friends with the kids.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #crowley #john's drabbles