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charles-leclerizz · 2 days ago

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wrong room

on the runway : lando norris x fem!reader

inspiration ( warnings ) : Smut !!! (male receiving!oral sex, (un??) protected p in v sex , light dominance, Lando being a little possessive, mutual pining, soft dom!Lando energy, swearing, teasing, light voyeuristic vibes (friends nearby), mild praise kink, overstimulation), and lots of suggestive jokes.

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before the show begins ( synopsis ) : What starts as a summer getaway at a friend’s villa turns into something a lot hotter when Lando walks into the wrong room - and finds you in his old hoodie, watching F1 replays. You’ve always been friendly, never close. But maybe the hoodie wasn’t the only thing you’ve been holding onto.

designer notes : well, hopefully it was worth the wait <33 . would ya'll be mad at me if I told you I haven't started chapter 3 yet? nah, cause I'm feeding you guys so well?? ok anyway, remember to wear your seatbelts. love you

The villa is carved into the hills of Côte d'Azur like a dream - terracotta tiles, arched windows, the sea glittering just beyond a blur of lemon trees and white parasols. It smells like salt, sunscreen, and freshly crushed mint. Laughter carries from somewhere deeper inside the house, floating up and over the vines crawling across the exterior walls.

You shift your bag higher onto your shoulder and knock on the already - slightly - open door. It creaks as it swings wider.

“Hello?”

No answer - just music thumping softly from an unseen speaker, and the echo of distant conversation.

You step inside.

The marble beneath your sandals is cool. Someone’s kicked off flip - flops by the stairs. There’s a bikini drying over the back of a chair. You already know this isn’t going to be some luxury hotel - style getaway. It’s a shared house. A friend - of - a - friend kind of trip. Half of you doesn’t even remember who invited you - just that you needed the break, and this was close enough to what you craved so you said yes

“Hey! You made it!”

A voice - familiar - cuts through the quiet. You turn just in time to see your friend Luca come down the stairs in a pair of swim shorts and sunglasses pushed back into his curls.

“Finally,” he grins. “You’re the last one here. Thought you bailed.”

“I almost did.” You lift your bag with a huff. “Traffic was disgusting.”

He helps you with your things, leads you into the living room where it smells like watermelon and something vaguely alcoholic. A few people are sprawled out on couches or clustered around the pool deck visible through the wide - open French doors.

And then - of course - he’s there.

Lando.

He’s leaning back in one of the lounge chairs, a beer dangling from his fingers, legs stretched out in lazy confidence. Tan lines on his thighs, sunglasses pushed low on his nose, jaw still sharp even in the golden hour haze. He looks over when he hears your name.

You haven’t seen him in maybe six months. You’ve never really been friends, but you’ve always hovered in the same social circle. Occasionally at the same parties, invited to the same post - race get - togethers, orbiting each other without ever really connecting.

But now he’s looking at you like he recognizes something new.

He nods, subtle. Gives you a half - smile. “Didn’t know you were coming.”

You shrug. “Didn’t know you were either.”

“Good surprise, then.”

You’re not sure how to respond to that - so you just smile, polite, and follow Luca further inside.

Your room’s upstairs, small but bright. There’s a ceiling fan and a tiny ensuite and just enough room to dump your suitcase across the bed without tripping over it. You unpack slowly, letting the noise of everyone else filter up through the open window. Somewhere below, Lando laughs - low and lazy - and you feel it like a fingertip dragged down your spine.

You should be immune to him by now. He’s Lando Norris. A walking thirst trap with dimples and the most unserious sense of humour known to man. But there’s something about here - the off - duty version, the sun - drenched version, the one who isn’t surrounded by engineers or cameras - that makes it feel… different.

Less like a boy on posters, more like a man below your window, dipping his feet into the pool.

You shake your head and change into something breezy: cotton shorts, a crop top. When you finally go back downstairs, the sun’s just beginning to dip below the treeline, casting long shadows across the pool deck.

People are already drinking. Someone’s pulled the Bluetooth speaker out again. There are half a dozen towels draped across every surface.

Lando’s still by the pool. This time, he’s in the water, arms resting on the ledge, talking to someone. His wet hair curls a little at the ends. His back is freckled from the sun. You shouldn’t be looking. You are.

He glances up just as you sit down.

You pretend not to notice.

Later, when you’re carrying two Aperol's back to your lounge chair, someone bumps your arm on purpose - gently, just enough to make the glasses slosh.

“Careful.”

You turn.

Lando again.

He takes one of the drinks from you before you can say anything.

“That was for me,” you lie.

“Too slow,” he grins, and sips.

You narrow your eyes. “Are you always this annoying, or is it just the heat?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t love it.” He takes another sip, gaze drifting over your legs where you’re standing in the late - day sun.

You cross your arms over your chest, aware of how the top you're wearing hugs tighter now that it’s clung to your sun - warmed skin.

“Is this your game? Steal drinks and flirt with every girl who makes eye contact?”

“Only the ones who used to ignore me at parties.”

You blink.

“I didn’t ignore you.”

“You never said more than two words to me.”

“I didn’t know you,” you protest weakly.

He smirks. “You still don’t.”

There’s something in the way he says it - open - ended, inviting. Like he’s offering a chance.

You roll your eyes and sit down, forcing the tension in your jaw to loosen. “You’re trouble.”

“I try.”

He settles into the lounge chair next to yours, shoulder brushing yours briefly before he tilts his head back to the sun again.

The rest of the evening blurs into the kind of contented, alcohol - soft haze you only get on the second night of a trip like this - just enough comfort to start relaxing, not yet enough routine to feel bored.

Dinner’s grilled and eaten outside. Someone plays bartender and makes the drinks far too strong. You laugh more than you expect. Lando doesn’t hover, but every time you glance over, he’s already looking.

You should go to bed early.

You don’t.

You stay long enough to watch him light sparklers with a lighter he shouldn’t have, teeth catching on the cap of another beer. Stay long enough to feel the way his laugh drags across your skin from halfway across the patio. Stay long enough to admit - to yourself, at least - that maybe this time, you do want to know him.

By the time you’re back in your room, showered and curled up on the bed with your phone in one hand and your sleep playlist in the other, you’re warm from more than just the heat.

The last thing you see before you shut your eyes is the faint blue light of a replay clip of Lando’s onboard from Monaco. You didn’t even mean to open it. But your vague connection the world of driving means that you, just like the drivers, are addicted to watching race replays like a lullaby. You let it loop anyway - quiet, steady - as you fall asleep in a hoodie you stole from a driver party two years ago.

You barely remember that it’s his hoodie.

It’s hotter the next day. The kind of heat that makes everything feel heavy - time, clothes, thoughts.

You wake up in the late afternoon, the bed tangled with your sheets and limbs, your skin still warm from the residual heat of the day before. The villa is quieter now. Most people must already be outside, and when you crack your window open, you catch the sound of a speaker playing something bassy and upbeat, mixed with the distant splash of pool water and a few hollered laughs.

You take your time getting ready, pulling on the only clean swimsuit you packed without thinking. It’s cute, functional enough - but maybe a little revealing. Maybe not what you’d wear if you didn’t know who else would be outside. Maybe it’s stupid how long you spend in front of the mirror tugging the straps into place.

When you finally head downstairs, the sun hits you like a wall - too much too fast, and all of it golden. The pool glimmers. Someone’s set out snacks, there’s a melting bowl of fruit beside a stack of half - read paperback books, and a cooler full of drinks wedged under the shade.

And of course - he’s there.

Lando.

Lying on a towel just at the edge of the pool. Board shorts low on his hips, eyes squinting up from behind his sunglasses. He’s propped up on one arm, lazily sipping something bright orange through a paper straw. He’s laughing at something someone’s saying off to the side, curls stuck to his forehead, skin flushed just enough to tell you he’s been out here a while.

You try not to look. You fail.

He notices. Doesn’t say anything - just tips his chin up in a sort of wordless greeting.

You set your towel down two chairs away. Not beside him. Not directly across. Just… within view.

“Someone’s late to the pool party,” he calls after a moment, voice lazy from the heat.

“I needed sleep.”

“You needed to make a dramatic entrance, you mean.”

You roll your eyes but smile. “You think everything’s about you.”

“Everything is about me,” he says, deadpan.

You stretch out on your towel, trying not to notice the way his eyes drift down your legs, then flick quickly away again when you catch him. The air feels thicker than before - or maybe it’s just your skin, suddenly too aware of every inch of exposed surface.

Fifteen minutes later, you’re already sweating. The sun beats down mercilessly, and you sit up, digging through your bag for your sunscreen. You squirt some into your palm and reach for your shoulder - and that’s when his shadow falls across you.

“You’ll never reach your back,” he says casually.

One minute Lily and Kika where beside you, the next they weren’t.

You blink up at him, “Thanks for the concern.”

He holds out a hand. “Give it here.”

You hesitate. Then place the bottle in his hand, trying not to think about how broad his shoulders look from this angle. He kneels behind you on the towel, the lotion cools against your overheated skin.

His touch is… careful. Gentle at first. He smooths the sunscreen between your shoulder blades with slow, deliberate strokes, his thumbs brushing the curve of your spine before dragging back up again, just before the thin tie of your bottoms. His hands are warm and wide, fingers pressing slightly harder with each pass, until you're leaning into the sensation without even realising.

“This, okay?” he asks, voice low - not teasing anymore, just… close.

You nod, barely trusting your voice.

He doesn’t stop. Works the lotion into your shoulders, your neck, fingertips grazing the strap of your swimsuit before pulling back just shy of scandal. You feel your whole - body hum, strung tight like a wire.

And then - just as suddenly - it’s over.

“All good,” he says, voice a little rougher than before.

You exhale. Try to swallow.

“Thanks.”

He shrugs, tossing the bottle back toward your bag. “Don’t want your burning. Would ruin your dramatic entrances.”

You laugh, light but shaky. “Wouldn’t want that.”

You stay in the shade for most of the afternoon, half - reading a book you can’t focus on. Every time Lando walks past - dripping wet from a dive, towel slung around his shoulders, alcohol bottle in one hand - your eyes follow him before you can stop them.

You don’t talk again. Not properly. But there’s something shifting now. You feel it in the way he looks at you longer than he should. In the way your fingers brushed his wrist earlier when he handed you a strong cocktail and didn’t pull away. In the way you can still feel his hands on your skin, hours later.

Something’s changed.

And you’re not sure which one of you is going to do something about it first.

You can’t sleep.

The villa’s quiet now - except for the creak of floorboards, the occasional pipe knocking in the wall, and the soft echo of wind sliding through open windows. Everyone else is either passed out drunk or tangled up in someone else’s sheets. The hallways feel like a lull, soaked in summer and moonlight.

You’re curled up in bed, too warm to get under the covers, wearing nothing but the old, oversized hoodie and a faint sunburn still blooming across your thighs. You didn’t mean to put this one on - it was just at the top of your bag. Familiar, soft, slightly too big.

Lando’s hoodie.

You don’t even think he knows you kept it. One of those late - night party things - he tossed it to you on a balcony and never asked for it back.

You’re not planning to see him tonight. Not thinking about the way he touched your back earlier. Not thinking about how he looked at you like he wanted to touch more.

Your phone’s propped up on a pillow, volume low, screen lit with one of his old Silverstone onboard replays. There’s something soothing about it. The smooth rhythm of the track, the flick of the steering wheel in his gloved hands. He’s in control. Sharp. Focused. You wonder what it’s like to make him lose that focus.

The door creaks open.

You sit up fast, yanking your blanket over the bottom hem of your hoodie. “What the - ”

“Shit - ” a familiar voice mutters. “Sorry. Fuck.”

Lando.

He’s shirtless, in just sweats, hair a little damp like he showered but didn’t bother to dry it. His eyes are slightly wide as he sees you, as if his brain’s still catching up with what he just walked into.

“I thought this was - ” He looks over his shoulder. “That’s not - yeah, this is definitely not my room.”

You should say something - ask why he’s even trying to come in when most people are already knocked out for the night.

But his eyes are stuck on your hoodie. His hoodie. You’re half - curled up, one leg bare up to the thigh, the hem bunched at the top of them, collar slipped low enough to show your collarbones and just a hint of skin underneath.

“You wear that often?” he asks, voice a little hoarse.

Your heart kicks up, fast.

“You gave it to me.”

“Didn’t think you kept it.”

You shrug, hoping your face doesn’t give too much away. “Didn’t think you wanted it back.”

He steps further into the room - slow, quiet - until he’s leaning against the inside of your door and shutting it softly behind him.

You look at him. He looks at you.

Then, finally, he speaks - quiet, but direct.

“You’re not telling me to leave.”

You swallow.

“Do you want me to?” you ask.

His voice is lower now. “No.”

You shift on the bed, pulse starting to hammer in your ears. “Then don’t.”

He stands there for a second longer, like he’s giving you a moment to change your mind. And then he’s walking forward.

He stands at the edge of the bed, eyes dark in the low light. One hand lift - slow, deliberate - and pulls at the blanket until he brushes your knee from where it peeks from under the hoodie.

“You look good in that,” Lando says, voice soft, hoarse.

You smile, lips parted. “Thought you said it wasn’t yours.”

He huffs a quiet laugh. “Was trying to stay sane.”

“Why?”

He leans in, fingers tracing up your thigh, grazing higher until your breath catches. “Because if I thought about you in this hoodie too long, I’d do something stupid.”

Your hands fist into the sheets. “Like what?”

“Like this.”

He kisses you hard - not rushed, but urgent. Like he’s been waiting, wanting, and now that he has you, he’s not wasting a second. You meet him halfway, fingers threading through his damp curls, hoodie riding up over your hips as he shifts between your knees and deepens the kiss.

His hands slide up your bare thighs, slow and reverent, thumbs dragging soft circles. You gasp into his mouth when one hand cups the back of your thigh, spreading you further apart so he can settle between them.

“Still not telling me to leave,” he murmurs against your skin, lips trailing along your jaw.

“I’d kick your ass if you tried.”

The room is barely lit by the faint glow of the bedside lamp. Shadows drape the corners, but the air is thick with heat - your heat, his heat - heavy enough to make every breath feel sticky and urgent.

Lando’s sitting on the edge of the bed, bare chest rising and falling slowly, muscles tense as he watches you. The oversized hoodie you’re wearing - his hoodie - hangs loosely, but every inch of skin you show feels like a dare.

You flip over his lap to kneel in front of him, heart hammering hard against your ribs. His cock is already hard, proud and aching beneath the loose sweats he’s left hanging low on his hips. His breath catches when you reach out, your fingers warm as they close around him over the fabric.

“You sure about this?” he asks, voice low and rough, eyes dark and hooded with want.

You smile, cheeks flushed and lean in closer, tugging down his waistband, “You’re the one who walked into the wrong room.”

His hands find your hair before you can even move - gentle but insistent, threading through your curls as you lean forward, mouth parting to tease the tip of him. He groans softly, air escaping through his clenched teeth, and you know this is going to be slow, deliberate.

You take him into your mouth, starting light - teasing with your tongue, lips barely brushing the sensitive head. His fingers tighten in your hair, nails grazing your scalp, holding you in place even as you pull back, just enough to make him desperate.

“Fuck, you’re driving me crazy,” he rasps, his hips pressing forward instinctively.

You hum around him, licking a slow stripe from base to tip, sucking just enough to pull a deep moan from his throat. His hands tighten, gripping the sheets as you bob your head slowly, tasting him, swallowing every hitch of breath he makes.

When you take him deeper, your throat tightens, the stretch delicious and thrilling. He gasps, hips jerking up just a little, and you feel it - the pulse of his arousal, steady and strong. You slow down, using your tongue to circle the head, flicking the underside with precision that sends shivers through him.

“God, you’re so good,” he mutters, voice barely above a whisper.

His free hand slips to your waist, pulling you up close, and you wrap your arms around his thighs, holding him steady. You want to hear everything - every ragged breath, every curse falling from his lips.

The way his hips start to grind forward against your mouth, desperate for more.

His fingers dig into your hair, tugging lightly, and you take it as permission to go deeper - slow, steady, careful. You feel his body tense, muscles flexing as he rides the wave you’re building, his breath hitching in ragged bursts.

When his hips jerk sharply and he releases a low growl, you swallow him down fully, holding him there as long as you can. He curses your name, gripping your hair harder, and when he pulls away, his lips are swollen, breathless.

You look up, cheeks flushed, and meet his eyes - glazed, heavy with want and need.

Without a word, he reaches out and pulls you to your feet, hands on your waist firm and sure. His mouth is back on yours instantly, a kiss that’s both desperate and possessive, teeth grazing your lower lip as he pulls you backward onto the bed.

His hands roam your body with purpose, sliding beneath the hem of the hoodie, fingers finding bare skin with reverent curiosity. You arch into his touch, heart pounding as he trails kisses down your neck, over your collarbone, whispering soft promises between each press of his lips.

He moves with slow, sure confidence, pushing the hoodie up over your head and tossing it aside like it’s been burning him all night.

“You’re all mine,” he breathes, voice thick.

You shiver, overwhelmed by the warmth of his hands, the heat radiating off his body as he trails down your stomach, palms flat and sure. His fingers brush the waistband of your shorts, hesitating just a second before sliding beneath.

Every nerve ending in your body sings as he removes your shorts and panties in one smooth motion, exposing you completely.

He kisses the inside of your thigh, lips soft and warm, fingers tracing lazy circles around your hip bones.

When he finally parts your legs, his eyes darken, focused, hungry.

He leans in and presses a kiss to your clit, teasing with his tongue in long, slow flicks that make you bite back a moan.

His mouth wraps around you, warm and wet and demanding, and you clutch his hair, hips rocking forward into him without thinking.

“Shh,” he murmurs against you, voice low and serious. “Gotta keep it down.”

You bite your lip, nodding, desperate to keep quiet but drowning in the sensation of his tongue and mouth working magic. He hums, flicks his tongue faster, and you feel the coil tightening deep inside you.

His hand slides between your legs, fingers teasing your entrance, brushing just the tip before pulling back to focus on your clit again.

You’re trembling, breath coming in short, desperate gasps, hands grasping at his shoulders as he pulls you closer.

When you come, it’s a shattered, stifled cry buried in his neck, fingers digging into his scalp as your body clenches around his mouth.

He holds you through it, slow and steady, until you’re shuddering and soft again.

Then, gently, he pulls back and grins up at you - wild, messy, utterly undone.

“You taste like everything I want.”

You laugh breathlessly and push him down, straddling him as his hands settle on your hips.

You take your time, rolling your hips, sinking down slowly, savouring every inch.

His hands grip your waist tight as you ride him - slow, deep, unrelenting.

The only sounds in the room are your gasps, his moans, and skin sliding against skin.

You lean down, kissing him hard, teeth clashing, tongues tangling as you move together - a perfect, messy rhythm.

When he’s close, you bite his shoulder, smile against his skin, and whisper, “Not so quiet now, huh?”

He laughs low and growls, “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

You pick up the pace, bouncing harder, nails gripping his chest as he buries his face in your neck, fingers clutching your hips.

And when he comes, it’s explosive - deep, guttural, his body trembling beneath you as he spills inside you.

You ride out the waves together, panting and slick, limbs tangled.

When it’s over, he pulls you close, pressing kisses along your jaw and whispering, “That was worth walking into the wrong room.”

The morning spills into the room like warm honey.

Golden light streaks across the sheets, catching on dust suspended in the still air. Outside the window, someone’s already put music on too loud - something distant and summery and muffled by the thick villa walls. But in here, it’s all quiet.

You shift under the covers, muscles pleasantly sore, skin warm from where Lando’s body presses into yours. He’s still half - asleep, one arm flung over your stomach, curls mussed against the pillow. You breathe him in sunscreen and sweat, salt and something softer. Like linen and heat.

His hand tightens slightly at your waist, thumb brushing absentmindedly against your hip bone. It’s the kind of touch that says he's still here, even in his sleep.

You turn toward him, nose brushing his jaw.

“Lando,” you whisper, low and quiet, just to see if he’s awake.

Lando hums sleepily as you kiss his chin. “Mmm, you’re up early.”

“Not really,” you mumble. “I think it’s nearly noon.”

He groans. “We should hide. Stay in here all day.”

You smile. “You drooled on my pillow.”

He growls softly, burying his face in your neck. “Could be worse. Could’ve been your chest.”

You laugh, legs tangling with his. “You’re disgusting.”

“Last night you said I was talented.”

“I said you were decent.”

He grins sleepily against your skin, voice still thick. “You came twice. At least give me ‘skilled.’”

You roll your eyes, trying not to smile too hard - but you’re glowing, skin flushed from more than just the heat.

His hand slips lower, resting over the swell of your ass, fingers tracing lazy shapes again. You’re not doing anything, not going anywhere. It’s rare - to feel like this. Not just satisfied but settled.

Until -

“OH MY GOD.”

The door slams open, and you flinch, instinctively yanking the blanket up to your chin.

Lando groans so loudly it’s borderline feral. “No. Nope. Out.”

Oscar is standing in the doorway, already in swim trunks and a bucket hat, holding a protein shake in one hand like a fucking trophy. Squinting into the light like he can’t believe what he’s seeing.

“I KNEW IT,” he yells, pointing at you both. “Fifty bucks, bitches!”

You blink, dazed. “What - ?”

“I told Lily it would happen before the weekend was over,” Oscar continues, stepping just one inch further into the room like he’s inspecting evidence. “She said you’d pussy out. Guess who was right.”

You blink. “Wait, you two - bet on us?”

Oscar shrugs. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. And then you started wearing that hoodie again. It was obvious.”

Lando rolls over and shoves a pillow over his head. “Oscar I swear to God - ”

“Hey, don’t blame me, you could’ve been subtle. But noooo, you had to be all hoodie and eye fucking by the pool.”

You groan. “How long were people watching us?”

Oscar snorts. “We have eyes.“

“Congrats, by the way,” he says, like he’s handing out a wedding gift. It’s when he sips at his gym bottle and hisses, you realise there’s probably tequila in there, “Try not to traumatize the maid staff.”

And then he’s gone.

The door clicks shut again.

Silence.

You both stare at the ceiling for a second before bursting into laughter.

Lando turns toward you, dragging you under him again, smirking like an idiot. “We are never living this down”

“I kinda don’t care”

He hums, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You gonna wear that hoodie again?”

You grin. “Only if I want everyone to know what I let you do to me last night.”

He pauses. Smirks.

“Bold of you to assume I’m not wearing it next.”

You shove him lightly, laughing, as he tackles you back into the sheets, messy and warm and unbothered - a little wrecked, a little teased, and a whole lot in trouble.

But somehow, it feels kind of perfect.

meet the models after the show ( epilogue ) :

It’s the last morning at the villa.

People are packing. Doors opening, zippers skimming across tile. Half - melted iced coffees line the kitchen counter, and someone’s already yelling about who stole their charger.

You’re still in Lando’s bed.

Still in his hoodie.

Still not ready to move.

He walks back into the room with two mugs in hand - both his. One is basic ceramic with your initials scratched in red nail polish. The other says World’s Fastest Slut in hideous bubble font.

He doesn’t even flinch when he hands you that one.

“You’re really still wearing that thing?” he says, nodding to the hoodie swallowing your frame.

You raise an eyebrow and sip your coffee. “You say that like you weren’t staring every time I wore it.”

He shrugs, dropping onto the bed beside you. “Just surprised you never took it off.”

You smirk. “Why would I? It’s comfy. Smells good. Annoys Oscar.”

“Ah,” he nods, mock serious. “You stayed in my hoodie out of spite.”

You hum. “Mostly. Partially because it makes my legs look good.”

His gaze drags down. “Can confirm.”

You blink. “You gonna tell Oscar that ?”

“Absolutely not. He’s been insufferable since he ‘won’ a bet that didn’t exist.”

You laugh, and he leans forward, catching your chin gently with his fingers. You try not to smile, but he leans forward and nudges your knee with his.

“You’re still coming back to mine after this, right?” he asks, casual, but his tone softens halfway through.

You blink. “Did I say I was?”

He gives you that look - head tilted, lashes low, mouth twitching like he’s holding back something cocky. “You didn’t have to.”

You take another slow sip of coffee. “Hmm. That so?”

He leans in closer, fingers brushing the hem of the hoodie as he murmurs, “Only condition is… if you keep stealing my clothes, I get to start stealing your time.”

You snort. “That was corny as hell.”

“Did it work?”

You meet his eyes, and yeah - it did.

You set the mug down and pull him toward you, letting him kiss you slow, like the world isn’t about to start moving again. His hand curls over your thigh, his smile warm against your lips.

When he pulls back, you sigh into his shoulder. “Okay. Fine. I’ll come back with you.”

“Knew it,” he says smugly.

“On one condition,” you add.

He raises a brow.

“I keep the hoodie.”

Lando grins, eyes half - lidded. “Deal.”

You settle back into the bed, sun rising behind you, the sound of car engines and goodbyes faint in the background. But here, it’s just him. You. And the hoodie you’re never giving back.

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rafeys-angel13 · 1 day ago

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you get in a tiny accident and need rafe

- request a fic - masterlist -

— ⋆·˚ ༘ * requested! - blue!collar!rafe x sahm!reader

you had borrowed rafe’s truck to go to the grocery store.

you were backing into a space when the car came to a stop and there was a big crunch. you immediately drop your head onto the steering wheel and sigh.

when you finally build up the courage to get out and have a look at the damage, you walk around to the the back of the car.

there’s a huge dent on the back of the truck bed, from a pole. tears immediately well up in your eyes as you start panicking about what rafe will think. what the hell are you supposed to do?

you call rafe, sniffling when he answers. he’s immediately concerned. “what’s wrong, baby?” he asks, panicked.

“um- i hit a pole with your truck- im sorry it was so stupid.” you cry harder when you tell him, you’re scared of how he might react.

“are you okay, sweetheart?” his voice is a lot softer than you had expected, making you pause.

“yeah- yeah i’m okay…” you responds, confused by his tone.

“did anything fall off the car or is anything hanging off?” he asks. his voice calm and quite comforting.

“no… it’s just a dent…” you sniffle and wipe your face.

“come home, baby… forget about the shopping. you’re okay” he talks softly.

“okay… yeah” you nod and get back into the truck.

“okay… see you soon, honey.”

when you get home, he’s already on the porch. his eyebrows are knitted together. not angrily, it seems more concerned.

you walk up the steps and he embraces you tightly, you break down again— burying your face in his chest.

“you okay, sweetheart?” he asks softly with a small kiss on your head. his hand rubs small circles into your back as you sniffle.

“yeah- but your truck isn’t…” you mumble, wiping the wetness off your cheeks.

“fuck the truck, baby. as long as your okay, i’m happy.” he pushes some hair away from your face and looks down at you with a small smile. “— you’re precious cargo” he chuckles and your lips curve up into a small smile.

“no i feel dumb for crying” you chuckle slightly and he shakes his head.

“don’t feel dumb. you just got a little shock, huh?” he presses a kiss to your forehead and rubs your shoulders gently. “— let’s go get your comfies on… we’ll watch a move or something…” he pulls you into the house.

you feel asleep the moment you lay down. rafe’s soothing words and calming touch sent you straight into a deep sleep. you definitely needed it.

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skzophreniic · 2 days ago

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⍣ ೋ cw: explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, creampie, chan is a wee bit manipulative, mdni

notes: im currently out of the country so this is a queued post I had pre-written to keep you hoes guys well fed 😇 can't wait to read what you guys think when i get back <3

You were just trying to get work done.

Really. The spreadsheet is still open on your screen, cursor blinking accusingly from where you left it. Your fingers hover over the keyboard, your eyes blurry from staring too long, but still—you’re trying.

Chan is the one who’s not letting you.

“Just the tip,” he whispers again, soft and sinful in your ear, voice cracking like he means it. Like it’s not the third time he’s said it in the last two minutes. His hands are already under your hoodie, thumbs sliding across the swell of your hips, coaxing you back into his lap even as you lean forward to type.

“Chan,” you sigh, warning in your voice.

“I won’t even move, baby. Just let me feel you,” he breathes, cock straining against his briefs beneath you. “I just need it for a second, that’s all. You can keep working—I'll be quiet, promise.”

You glance over your shoulder. His pupils are blown wide, lips parted, cheeks pink. He’s already flushed like he’s inside you. Like this whole thing isn’t absolutely deranged.

You’re still in his lap. You should’ve never sat down there in the first place, but he’d looked so sweet. All pouty and clingy and pathetic, murmuring “don’t wanna be away from you,” pulling you down with him on the chair like you weren’t busy.

Now his hands are splayed across your thighs, warm and firm, shifting you just enough that you can feel the outline of him, thick and ready and twitching.

“Chan, I have three reports due tonight—”

“And I’ll help,” he interrupts, kissing the back of your neck, teeth grazing your skin. “Just lemme slip in a little. Just the tip, baby. Just want to warm up in you while you work—feels good for both of us, yeah?”

You narrow your eyes at your laptop, like it’ll give you strength. But your traitorous body is already pressing back into him, pulse fluttering low.

He feels it.

“See? Your body wants it too,” he whispers, voice cracking into a whine. “So warm for me already, baby. Don’t be mean.”

You feel him shift beneath you, one hand slipping between your thighs now, fingers curling over your waistband and tugging slow—so slow it makes you shiver. He’s savoring it, like dragging it out will make you beg instead. Like he’s waiting for that last thread of resistance to snap.

“C’mon,” he murmurs, kissing just behind your ear. “Let me in. Just a little. Just to take the edge off.”

You lift your hips without meaning to.

It’s instinct. That’s all. Instinct and exhaustion and the heat of his breath behind your ear. You don’t even look at him as you help shimmy your shorts and underwear down to your knees, keeping your eyes on the screen like that’ll anchor you.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes.

And then he’s there—pressing the thick head of his cock between your folds, guiding it with a shaky hand. He groans the second he feels how wet you are, lets out the softest “shit,” and you feel the tremble in his thighs as he drags the tip through your slick again and again.

You should stop him. You don’t.

He notches himself at your entrance, breathing through his nose like he’s trying to behave.

Then slowly—slowly—he sinks the tip inside you.

Your hands curl into fists on your thighs.

“You okay?” he asks, already breathless.

You nod, just once. Not trusting your voice.

“Good,” he pants, lips brushing your nape. “Good girl. Just like that. Just the tip. Just the—”

He pushes deeper.

“—fucking tip, baby, shit—”

He doesn’t bottom out.

He could. He’s close—closer than he said he’d be. But he stops, hips twitching, breath caught in his throat like it physically hurts him to hold back.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he whispers, rocking his hips just enough to press deeper into your heat, but not enough to give you relief. “So warm, so fucking wet. You’re dripping all over me, baby.”

You shake your head, trying to deny it, but his hand slides between your thighs before you can speak. His fingers come back soaked.

“Look at this,” he murmurs, holding them up, then licking them clean. “You sure you don’t want it?”

You don’t answer. You can’t.

Your eyes flick back to your laptop screen—numbers blurring, words meaningless. Your body is hot, trembling, strung out on the edge of something you don’t want to name. You should tell him to stop.

You don’t.

“I could make you feel so good,” he says, kissing your shoulder. “So good you’d forget your deadlines. Forget your name. You’d let me fuck you right here in this chair and you’d still thank me for it.”

You clench around him, involuntary.

He laughs, soft and breathless. The sound curls straight into your gut.

“You feel that?” he asks, nuzzling behind your ear again. “Your pussy knows what you want even if you won’t say it. She’s so honest. She wants me.”

You press your lips together to keep from moaning.

He feels it—of course he does. He’s tuned to every twitch, every breath, every little squeeze of your body around him. And right now, you’re holding onto restraint by a thread, and he’s sawing through it with every word out of his mouth.

“She’s being so good for me,” he murmurs, one hand drifting back between your legs to stroke where he’s barely inside you. “So soft, so greedy. Just keeps pulling me in, baby.”

You grab the edge of the desk like it’ll help you hold yourself together. It doesn’t.

“She wants more,” he continues, the tease thick in his voice now. “I bet you do too. You want it, don’t you? Want me to fill you up, fuck you dumb, keep you nice and stuffed while you try to finish your little reports—”

“Christopher—”

His name breaks in your throat, barely a breath, but it makes his whole body shudder.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, like you just said something filthy. “Say it again.”

You don’t. You can’t. Your lips part, but nothing comes out, and he takes that as its own kind of answer.

He noses along your jaw, voice a cracked whisper. “You know what that does to me. You say my name like that and expect me to just sit still?”

He rocks his hips—again, shallow. Controlled. But deeper this time. Enough to make you gasp. Enough to knock the breath from your lungs when he sinks just a little more inside.

“Fuck—look at you,” he whispers, holding you tight as you writhe in his lap. “You’re taking me so good, baby. Didn’t even need prep. Didn’t need to be told. Just opened right up like you were waiting for me.”

You shake your head, weak. “You said—just the tip—”

He hums, low and teasing. “I said that. But you didn’t say no when I gave you more.”

You don’t respond.

“Didn’t stop me,” he murmurs, breath warm against your cheek. “Didn’t push me away. You’re still letting me fuck myself in, baby. You know it's yours, baby .”

His voice is wrecked now, slurred with need, but still so tender. So sweet it makes your throat tighten. His cock pushes deeper like he’s punctuating the words—inch by inch, careful and slow, dragging it out like he wants to feel every trembling second of you giving in.

“And you’re mine,” he whispers. “All mine, aren’t you?”

You nod. Barely. But it’s enough. You hear the way his breath catches in his throat, feel the way his arms tighten around your waist like he needs to hold you to keep from falling apart.

“Fuck, I love you like this,” he groans, forehead pressed to your temple. “So pliant. So sweet for me. Just letting me take whatever I want.”

Another thrust, deeper. His cock finally, fully sheathed inside you.

Your breath stutters. Your body seizes around him.

And he moans, low and ragged and grateful.

“God—baby—look at that. Took all of me, didn’t you?” he murmurs, hips barely moving now, just enough to let you feel the stretch, the weight of him. “Knew you would. Knew this tight little cunt missed me.”

You gasp, jaw slack, spine curving back against him.

He laughs softly, mouth against your skin. “Yeah. That’s it. You can pretend you didn’t want it. But look at you now.”

He rocks up once—slow and deep—and it’s too much. You cry out, sharp and quiet, and his hand immediately comes up to cover your mouth.

“Shh, shh—baby,” he soothes. “You said you had work to do, remember?”

You nod against his palm, eyes fluttering, mouth parted around gasps you can’t even hear over your heartbeat.

“Then be a good girl,” he whispers, voice like silk soaked in sin. “Keep working.”

His hand drops from your mouth, slides down to your thigh as he rocks into you again—slow, syrup-thick thrusts that force soft whines out of you with every drag.

“C’mon, baby,” he murmurs. “Hands on the keyboard. Don’t make me ask again.”

You blink at the screen, vision blurry, legs trembling where they straddle his. The spreadsheet is still open. The cursor still blinking. You could type something. You could pretend.

That’s what he wants, after all.

Just pretend.

You bring your hands up, fingers shaking as you rest them over the keys. You press a few—nonsense inputs—like that’ll satisfy him. Like it’s not so obvious how far gone you are..

“Good girl,” he says, hips snapping up once—sharp and precise. “That’s it. Keep typing while I fuck you full.”

Your fingers stutter over the keys—random characters stringing out across the screen in some hopeless imitation of productivity.

It doesn’t matter. Not to him. Not to you.

Not when he’s buried to the hilt inside you, cock dragging deep and slow with every calculated thrust. Not when every word he says drips honey and sin into your ears.

“Such a pretty little worker,” he groans, mouth brushing your temple. “Look at you. Taking my cock like you were made for it, still trying to do your job.”

He presses a kiss there, tender, like he isn’t actively wrecking you from the inside out.

Your legs tremble again. Your hands slip off the keyboard for a moment and he catches your wrist, brings it back into place.

“Uh-uh,” he murmurs. “No slacking.”

He thrusts deeper, harder, and the gasp you let out nearly knocks your laptop off the desk.

You can’t feel your fingers anymore. Can’t see the screen. The spreadsheet is a blur of black and white and nothing.

But he’s everything.

The way his voice wraps around you like velvet. The way his cock drags through your soaked heat, claiming every inch like he was built to be there. The way his breath stutters when your walls flutter around him, like he’s surprised you still want him after everything.

“Gonna come for me again?” he pants, voice ragged. “Look at you—so fucking perfect. So wrecked and still letting me use you. You’re gonna give it to me, aren’t you, baby?”

You nod. You don’t even try to speak.

Because he’s right. He’s always right when it comes to your body. Your reactions. Your limits. He reads them like scripture, responds to them like worship.

His hand finds your clit again, and this time, he doesn’t play. No teasing. No mercy.

Just pressure. Rhythm. Just enough.

Your body tenses instantly, the tight coil in your gut snapping before you even realize what’s happening. The orgasm hits hard, violent in how it grips you. You whimper, legs buckling, forehead pressed to your forearm on the desk.

And Chan—he doesn’t stop.

Not yet.

He fucks you through it, holds you tight as your cunt spasms around him, praises spilling from his lips in a broken rush.

“That’s it. That’s my girl. So good for me. So perfect. Letting me fuck you stupid while you’re working—fuck—you're so fucking sexy—”

His voice cracks on the last word, like he’s overwhelmed by his own need, like even he can’t believe how far gone you’ve made him. His thrusts stutter, his hands gripping your hips too tight to be gentle—but even now, there’s love in every filthy word that spills from his mouth.

“I can’t—fuck, baby—I’m gonna come—”

And you just nod, barely able to breathe, still shaking from your own release, still dripping with him, stretched and full and ruined.

“I need it,” he groans. “Need to come inside you again, baby, please—wanna fill you up, wanna make you mine—”

You don’t even need to say yes. Your body says it for you, clenching tight around him, pulling him deeper, and that’s it.

He breaks.

“Fuckfuckfuck—baby—god—”

He spills into you with a desperate cry, hips jerking up into yours as his orgasm tears through him like a storm. He holds you there, flush against him, trembling beneath your weight as his cock throbs deep inside.

And then—

Stillness.

Silence, except for the sound of your breathing, ragged and uneven, and his heart pounding against your back like a war drum.

He doesn’t move.

Doesn’t pull out.

Doesn’t even let go.

He just wraps his arms around your middle and buries his face in your neck, breath hot and shaky against your skin.

“Holy shit,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “You’re unreal.”

You laugh—barely. More like a broken breath through your nose. “You’re gonna kill me.”

“Worth it,” he murmurs, smiling into your shoulder. “Die full.”

You snort, weakly. “Shut up.”

He kisses your neck, then your jaw, then the space just behind your ear that makes you shiver again. “You okay?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

“I’ll get you cleaned up in a second,” he promises, voice already softening with aftercare. “But right now…” He lets out a content sigh, arms tightening around your waist. “I just wanna hold you.”

You hum and let yourself sink into him, hips still nestled against his, cock still buried inside you, warmth still spreading between your thighs.

He strokes your hair, pressing another kiss to your temple.

Then—after a long pause—he peeks over your shoulder at the screen.

“…You didn’t finish the report,” he says solemnly.

You groan, letting your head drop forward onto your arms. “You think?”

He chuckles. “If you ask nicely, maybe I’ll type the rest for you.”

You turn just enough to glare at him over your shoulder. “With what energy?”

He grins, all smug and sweet and way too pleased with himself. “Fair point.”

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i-like-loserz · 2 days ago

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hey so. i had an idea about bottom mingi.

i have a strong sense that he has a thing for cowgirl. but imagine he wanted to try and top for the first time (in a long time) and slapping his ass playfully and teasing him cause hes trying to hype himself up or something but it doesn't work and you just end up riding him 🙈🙈

our cute pillow princess ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

cw: explicit (18+), sub!mingi, afab!reader, adorable boyfriend vibes, tit-play, mention of hickies, he tries lol -- no actual penetration :( IM SORRY ANON THIS ONE-SHOT WENT ITS OWN WAY

note: anon. your mind. it's beautiful.

masterlist

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before you can thread your fingers into his pretty hair and teasingly tug on it the way you know he likes, large hands take a hold of your wrists and pin them on either side of your head.

the coolness of his rings press into your warm skin, exciting your senses as he presses his body against you. sometimes you forget just how big he is. usually, he's the one laying under you, begging for your touch with a broken tone that slips easily from his pretty lips. this time, his deep voice is steady as he holds you against the mattress.

"tonight i'm gonna take control."

"oh, yeah?" you challenge.

it's amusing when mingi gets into these moods -- thinking that he can be the big bad boyfriend for the night when, in reality, he's the one melting for you from a single kiss.

maybe this idea came up because of the way you're dressed. there's something about seeing you in his shirt and nothing else that makes him believe you've grown soft.

it could be the way the hem brushes over your mid-thigh, highlighting the size difference between the two of you. or how the stretched-out collar fails to hide the hickies he (desperately) left on your skin the day before.

your wrists are now held by one hand above your head as his other drags your shirt upwards, revealing your body to the cool air of the room. you hear the faint sound of his breath hitching when he notices the lacy underwear you are wearing underneath.

"have you been wearing these all night?" he hooks a finger around the delicate waistband before letting it snap back. it fits you like a glove. his hand presses against the thickness of your thigh for a moment as he tries to control his reactions. he can't give up that easily.

"i was wondering when you'd notice..." you say slyly, arching your back to press your body against his. he immediately pushes you down, refusing to give in.

"why're you acting so needy? hm?" you recognize those words. you've said them to him plenty of times. of course, mingi can only regurgitate what's already been said to him.

you decide to humor him.

you round your eyes and stare up at him, a small pout on your lips, "i can't help it, i've been waiting for you all day."

"really?"

"mingi~ won't you touch me? " your voice is high pitched and sweet as you play the role. "give me what i need? i feel so empty without you."

his expression softens and hand shifts on your hip to lightly caress your skin. you ignore the way it makes goosebumps trail up your body. you're too enamored by the cute boba eyes of your sweet, naive boyfriend.

"you need me?" he cups your covered cunt which already throbs with want, "don't worry baby, i'll take care of you." he says confidently -- as if he's a hero saving his damsel in distress. aw, how sweet and caring~

"can i...touch you too?" you ask timidly, playing up your shy expression. mingi is a sucker to please you. and even when he tries to teach you a lesson, or "punish" you, he ends up playing right into your hand. whether he realizes it or not.

"o-okay," he quickly releases your wrists from his hold, "that better?" you hold back a smile from how adorably serious and attentive he's being.

he'd be such a good daddy... that is, if he could ever keep up with the role. but you much prefer him under you, if anything.

you immediately put your hands on him, greedily feeling over his broad shoulders and firm chest. "perfect." his body tenses as your hand moves downwards, dragging over his covered abs to feel over his hard cock. you're already salivating at the thought of his hard cock weeping for you.

he unconsciously bucks against your hand, loving how it perfectly presses against him to relieve some of that pressure. but before you can get far, he has enough self-control to pull your touch away.

"b-baby...t-this wasn't how it was supposed to go."

"how was it supposed to go then?" you tease, already settling back into your regular role.

"i'm supposed to be touching you and you're supposed to be begging me."

"then touch me, mingi," you place your arms back at your side, allowing him free rein of your body, "please~"

he takes the opportunity to push your shirt up to your chin, leaving you nearly naked underneath him as you aren't wearing a bra to cover yourself. warm hands cup over your tits, feeling the plushness of your curves before teasing your sensitive buds with the pads of his thumbs.

your body shivers and arches from his touch as he gently tweaks your hard nipples with his fingers. sparks of pleasure swiftly travel down to your core with every movement he makes.

you look at him from under your lashes, eyes dark as you let him play with your body. this whole time he's focused on your every reaction, eager to please you.

"you're so pretty..." he groans, "fuck, you make me so hard all the time."

"i know baby," you sigh, "you're such a good boy for me." you can't help but praise him when he's making you feel good.

he doesn't like that. at least, not when he's the one on top.

he gets all pouty, "babe, i'm trying to be sexy right now!"

"you are sexy, mimi~" you coo, "very sexy." you sit yourself up and mingi lets you, not even bothering to protest. you both know where this is going, especially when you have that look in your eye.

he huffs, "i told you to stop calling me that. it sounds like you're talking to a small dog or something..."

"okay, then what should i call you?"

"call me...sir."

"sir, you've been working so hard today," you praise, briefly gesturing to the sizable tent under his sweatpants as you lean closer to him, "maybe i can take care of you? just this once?"

"ok, but next time it'll be my turn." he argues as he leans back so you can straddle him, "seriously."

"of course, baby, next time." you agree.

#anon #mingi x reader #song mingi x reader #mingi x you #mingi smut #song mingi smut #mingi ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez x you #ateez smut #sub!mingi

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brain4stew · 3 days ago

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HI im the one who requested puppeteer reade!!! and i want MORE

another kinda short one, idk im a pretty simple creature that likes the idea of puppeteer/controlling thingy characters doing whatever

still with the survivors and killers

puppeteer reader is lagging, basically acting really weird, walking in place, reacting slowly, kind of spinning around (whenever i play forsaken while lagging i spin around for some reason???) and then just suddenly leaving (disconnecting, but they don't gotta know that) for a bit

again, please take ur time with this request!! don't feel obligated to do it if you don't wanna!!!

THE AMOUNT OF LAG I HAVE AS WELL WHEN PLAYING BASICALLY ANYTHING IS INSANE… 💔

BUT YES!! I’LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO!! 💪🙂‍↕️

(Note; characters may be ooc, as I do not know how they’ll react, move and etc, etc!)

Survivors and killers with a laggy pupeteer reader!!

Chance. 🪙

He doesn’t notice anything at first, but when he randomly stops moving, and can’t move in rounds, he’s confused.

He turns to look at you, and sees you far away, he’s confused, before you randomly teleport to him, which he jumps at. Jesus.

He stares at you blankly for a while, before he sees you walking in place, before… Spinning? Why are you spinning??

He blinks in confusion for a while, before he suddenly dies?? THE KILLER WASNT EVEN NEARBY!!

He looks around for you frantically when in the lobby, looking for you, but you’re not there. You’re gone. Like you vanished.

Then you appear again, with a blue force field, almost like Dusekkar’s. He’s downright confused.

Builderman. 🔨

(headcanon that he knows we’re robloxians, aka real people, due to his status.)

He didn’t notice at first, but when he couldn’t move anymore, he immediately turned around to look at you.

For some reason… You’re spinning…

He’s confused, and was about to go towards you, when you suddenly stop, and walk on your spot, before teleporting near him.

He actually thiught you were using exploits or something, which is against roblox’s policy.

But he eventually figures out it’s due to lag, either your wifi, your ping, or device is bugging out.

He’s not too surprised when he ends up being killed by nothing. He does look around the lobby, not seeing you anywhere.

He assumes that you got kicked, or crashed, which, you did.

When you come back, you have the same force field to prevent taking damage. Which, he assumes you do not exactly need, unless the others (players) have something that can hurt you that is.

Shedletsky. 🍗

(headcanon that he knows we’re robloxians, aka real people, due to his status.)

*cough* fatahh… *cough*

ANYWAY. The same as Builderman, just that he doesn’t notice it, or remember it as well, due to him having to survive his own creation and etc, etc…

He’s arguably very confused why he can’t move, and just, stands there, hoping it’ll be gone after a while.

That is until he sees you teleport in front of him, and he actually flinches for once. But then he sees you walking in place, before spinning.

He’s confused, yeah. He does ask Builderman when he is nearby, about what’s happening.

To which Builderman just says “player”, before continuing with what he was doing. And THAT is when Shedletsky knows what is happening-

He died randomly.

He’s more confused, before looking around for you, not seeing you anywhere.

But when you came back, with a force field, that’s when he recognised that you either got kicked or something.

(It still spooked him a bit however..)

Guest 1337. 🪖

This guy is always on edge, no matter what. He can never let his guard down, unless he actually knows that everything is safe and secure around him.

So when he cannot move, he’s more on edge, and is looking around for the killer, just in case.

But what he sees actually? You walking in place, before teleporting a few times, then spinning…

He’s very confused, watching you for a while, before he suddenly dies for some reason.

He’s shocked and on edge from that unexpected death. He looks around frantically when in the lobby, before relaxing a bit.

He can’t see or find you, but he hopes that you’re safe. (You are ofc.)

So when he sees you again, with a blue force field that resembles Dusekkar’s, he’s relaxing more. Even if he’s still confused about what just happened.

Noob. 🥫 (pretend the can is bloxy cola…)

They don’t know what is happening, but they cannot move.

They assume it is due to their fear, so they try to calm down, but yeah… It’s not their fear.

They’re confused, before they spot you walking in place, before teleporting and spinning for some reason.

They watch for a while, before they suddenly die, and they’re back in the lobby.

They look over themselves in confusion and shock, before looking around for you. They don’t see you or find you anywhere.

They panic, before they see you again after a few seconds or minutes. You have the same force field that Dusekkar makes!

You’re safe now though, so that’s what matters for them!

Two Time. 🗡️

They don’t really care what’s happening.

They do get confused as to why they can’t move however. Did they forget to pray to the spawn?

No, they did before the round!

That is until they see you walking on the spot, before teleporting near them. They flinch of course, because it was unexpected. They then see you spin for a few seconds.

Until they’re suddenly back in the lobby.

…THEY DIDNT EVEN SEE THE KILLER NEARBY??? How did they die?!

They look around, trying to spot you, but they don’t.

Is this punishment from the spawn? Where’d you go?

Until they see you again, with a force field like Dusekkar’s. Oh! Perhaps the divine pumpkin helped you!

They’re glad, but also confused.

Elliot. 🍕

He doesn’t know what to think.

He does notice that he can’t move, which he’s confused about. But, he thinks it’s just his stress.

Then he sees you teleport, which causes him to flinch back. Then you’re walking on spot, before… Spinning? Woaw.

He is confused, but then he suddenly dies.

He’s back in the lobby with confusion, looking around for you, but he can’t find you.

Oh boy, where’d you go?

That is until he sees you again that is, with a force field, that looks like Dusekkar’s.

Well… At least you’re safe! (But not the other survivors…)

Taph. 💥

They’re there to assist, they were about to walk, but uhh… They can’t.

They tilt their head in confusion, and tries again.

Nothing.

He then looks around in confusion, before spotting you walking in place, before teleporting a few times, and spinning.

…Huh? 🤨

Then, he suddenly dies. To say that he’s shocked is an understatement. Holy.

They look around frantically, confused and nervous, what happened? How’d they die when the killer wasn’t nearby?

They look for you, but can’t find you.

So they wait where they are.

Until he sees you again, and he beams at the sight of you again!

He does notice the force field around you, but he thinks that Dusekkar was the one who helped you.

Dusekkar. 💨

(headcanon that he knows we’re robloxians, aka real people, due to his status.)

The pumpkin man.

He tries to float around, to see if he can assist the other survivors from a far.

But… He can’t. He’s confused, and tries again, and again… Before he gives up.

He spots Builderman nearby, and asks him. The response? A single, “Player”, before Builderman leaves.

Dusekkar is confused, before looking at you-

…Oh! So that’s why! Apparently you’re lagging. You’re walking in place, teleporting a few times and even spinning! No wonder-

…How did he die? The killer wasn’t even nearby.

He assumes it is due to you or something.

He looks around for you, but can’t find you.

So he waits.

Until he sees you once again. With a force field around you. Oh so that’s what happened… You got kicked or something… Makes sense now.

007n7. 🍔

(Headcanon that he knows we’re robloxian’s as well, aka real people, due to his previous “work”.)

He doesn’t understand much, he cannot move, nor can he use his gui.

He’s confused. Normally he’d be able to use his gui to teleport and all that… But, he can’t for some reason.

He sighs, and looks around, before spotting you walking in place.

…Oh, that’s why.

He watches as you teleport a few times, even spin a few times too.

Until, he dies randomly. The killer wasn’t nearby at all, yet he still died.

He blinks in confusion, before looking around for you. Lo and behold… You’re nowhere.

So, he waits. Checking his gui for a while, before he spots you again.

You have a force field around you, like Dusekkar’s shield.

Oh, so you disconnected or something! That explains it.

1x1x1x1. (1x4) ⚔️

(Headcanon that they know a little bit about us being robloxian’s, aka real people. Due to Shedletksy.)

They don’t know what is happening, but whatever it is. It is annoying them.

They’ve tried to move, and use their skills. But they can’t.

She growls in frustration and irritation, before glancing around.

That is when she sees you, walking in place, teleporting a few times, and… Spinning…

He thinks he knows what’s happening, but he’s unsure.

That is until he ends up… DEAD?!

She blinks in confusion and irritation. How. How could she die?! She has lots of health for crying out loud! And no stunner was nearby either to cause pain to her!

She looks around immediately with anger, trying to find and spot you, but you’re gone.

They huff, and stand where they are. They are not moving from their spot until they see you again.

And they do, they spot you beside them, with a.. Force field… It reminds them of that shield Dusekkar makes..

He eventually recognises it. So that’s why… He thinks it is due to lag, but he cannot be too sure.

John Doe. 1️⃣0️⃣0️⃣0️⃣1️⃣1️⃣

He’s quite irritated, when he knows he can’t move.

Hell, he can’t even use his skills.

Just what happened…

He glances around in irritation, before his eyes land on you.

You’re walking in place… before you suddenly teleport, and spin around for a while.

He watches of course, confused and slightly amused.

That is until he randomly dies that is. Oh boy, he’s mad.

No stunners were nearby either. He couldn’t have taken damage at all, yet he did. All his health. Depleted within a nanosecond… He has lots of health…

He looks around with a glare, trying to find and spot you, but he doesn’t. Only intensifying his anger and annoyance.

He waits of course, and sees you again, with a force field, which reminds him of Dusekkar’s…

Perhaps he should kill that pumpkin guy first next round.

C00lkidd, Bluudud, Pr33typrincess, Mafioso. 🧱

None of them knows what’s happening, and why they can’t move.

The ones who are most annoyed by this are C00lkidd, Mafioso and Bluudud.

Pr33typrincess doesn’t really care not moving.

But none of them can use their skills, which… Irritates them.

They do look around, before spotting you… Walking in place?

Mafioso thinks it is to trick the survivors, but oh he’s so wrong.

When you randomly teleport a few times, and spin around, they’re more confused.

Until they die.

Sure, they have low health and can be killed with coordination and all that… But… NONE of the stunners were mearby! So how did they die?!

They look around again, not spotting you anywhere. So, they wait. (The kids bickering with each other of course, while Mafioso is just… Well… Mafioso.)

They then see you again, with a force fueld around you. They’re confused, because they only know that Dusekkar can make such shield thing.

But they assume it is just a coincidence.

Noli. 👾

(Headcanon that he knows we’re robloxian’s as well, aka real people, due to his previous “work”.)

He can’t move.

He can’t use his skills… But he can look around…

What is happening?

He’s confused, of course, because, why can’t he move or use his skills? But he can look around?

He looks around, before spotting you walking in place, teleporting a few times and even spinning sometimes.

Ohhhh…. lag… His favorite friend… /hj

Then he suddenly dies.

He blinks in confusion and shock. He has high health, no? And the stunners weren’t even nearby…

So how…

He looks around for you, but you’re nowhere to be found. Oh boy…

He waits for you of course, checking his voidstar once in a while out of boredom.

Then, he sees you again, with a force field around you.

Ah, kick or disconnection… Gotcha…

Azure. 🪻

They don’t really mind what they are doing. Killing or not, they do not mind at all.

But when they cannot move, let alone use their skills, they’re a bit spooked.

They glance around, they check their tendrils. Their tendrils are fine, but why can’t they-

That’s when they see you randomly teleport, walking in place, spinning and all that.

They blink in confusion, and was about to move a hand towards you.

Before he somehow died.

…Does he not have lots of health? What happened?? No stunners were nearby. Not even Two Time was near him as far as he knows.

So how did…?

He looks around, looking for you. Before walking around the lobby, looking and searching for you.

But you’re nowhere. Well… That means he can take care of his garden for a bit until you come back right?

He waits for you whilst tending to his garden, before he sees a force field, reminding him of Dusekkar’s shield.

They stand up and go to look, and there they see you.

With a force field around you.

But hey, at least you’re okay, right? That’s what matters!

Guest 666. 👹

They don’t know what they’re doing and all that. What they know is that they like to chase.

So, when they cannot move? Or use their skills? Oh, they’re confused alright.

So what do they do? They were originally about to slam their fists against the ground, but then they saw you.

You? Of course you… Walking in place, teleporting and spinning.

Just what was happening and going on inside your head?

They watch for a while, before it goes dark, and they’re in the lobby again.

They blink in confusion and shock, before they look around frantically.

They walk and run around, searching for you. But you’re nowhere.

They then decide to lay down and take a small nap, where they were, when they came back to the lobby.

They’re then forced to slide a bit away after a while, by what? A force field.

They were originally about to whack it, but, they saw you in it.

You’re safe and alright! …NOW GET THIS FORCE FIELD AWAY! IT REMINDS THEM OF DUSEKKAR!! >:(

A/N: 1 more request to go, and I’ll open my request again, ONLY for talking. I am not writing for forsaken x reader after I’m done with the last request I have. Why? Due to the toxicity from anonymous people.

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azonewithu · 2 days ago

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Ill stay focused on murder until i get them all. I have a lost too. Only the fbi and anyone else are so fucon scared of ne they just let me kerp checkn iff names. Im speeding up the orocess of some peoples deaths. It essy fir a master of time. In twenty years ive wiped the mat with everyone on earth. Your old msn your friends tgey sint shit theyre out back nsiled to a tree upside down. Snell that gas im gonna burn them alive. I like hearing scrami g with the snsp cracke pop. Its like mozart to me. Scream louder in the horn section please. Turn a screw. People have a lit of advice for yhe Archangel. Most if those people are dead or in hidi g now the rest better lretend they died already. Uesh you gits lost big time and youre still being rolled back. We dobt hsve a timetable like younpeople do we re not on a schedule abd we fo t wanna keep yours. Because we run this fuckn pmanet and say what goes thats why. Ill have every project in earth cancelled permanently. Becsuse we re not gonna need thevextra infrastructure with all those people dead.

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applepiiex · 3 days ago

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your fics are amazing, I’m happy to have found a fluffy m!reader writer.

I am requesting some sort of fluffy fic with toji fushiguro! Something with college student reader, and older bf toji and baby megumi. Like. Im js thinking of toji pulling up to reader’s campus with megumi in his arms and nobody would suspect that reader is dating the big strong dilf waiting at the front gates ><

🐯anon<3

CAMPUS CRUSH ! ! !

Toji Fushiguro x Male!Reader

College is hard enough without your terrifyingly hot secret boyfriend showing up on campus with a baby strapped to his chest like the world's scariest diaper ad. Especially when that boyfriend is Toji Fushiguro, ex-hitman vibes, muscle daddy body, and a very clear “do not approach” aura. You’re trying to stay under the radar. He’s walking around in broad daylight like a walking scandal. And now half your bio lab thinks he’s your brother. You're never going to live this down.

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You really shouldn’t be surprised anymore. But you still nearly drop your iced coffee when you spot him standing like a brick wall among the flow of students trickling through the university gates.

Toji Fushiguro is impossible to miss. He’s taller than half your professors, broader than any linebacker on the school team, and meaner-looking than the security guards who stalk the parking lots at night. There’s something about him that says don’t even try me — the scar over his lip, maybe, or the way he’s never quite relaxed unless he’s got you underneath him or Megumi snoring against his chest.

You don’t mean to stare, but how could you not? He’s a force of nature against a backdrop of backpacks and chatter. Some students glance up, startled, most keep walking, but you hear it in their whispers.

“Is he a cop?” “No way. Look at his arms. He’s gotta be like, ex-military or something.” “Wait, is that a baby?”

It’s kind of hilarious. Toji’s eyes flick around lazily, ignoring the double-takes. He looks more like a bodyguard than someone’s dad — except for the tiny boy curled against his chest, socked feet peeking out from the sling Toji grudgingly lets you use when you scold him for carrying Megumi like a grocery bag.

You spot the security guard hovering by the front desk inside the gatehouse, half-hiding behind the glass door and pretending not to stare. He must be wondering if he needs to call campus police.

You pause at the top of the steps leading down to the main quad, blinking at the sight of your big, terrifying boyfriend standing under the shade of an old oak, cradling his tiny son like the world’s softest threat. Megumi is knocked out cold, cheeks pink, a small hand bunched in the front of Toji’s black tee.

A girl next to you sighs dreamily. “Oh my god, he’s so hot. Is that his baby? That’s so cute…”

You bite back a laugh and press your straw to your lips to hide the grin creeping up your cheeks. Yeah. He is hot. And that is his baby. And, god help you, that big man is yours, too. The same one who kisses you stupid in your shoebox apartment, who sometimes stays awake just to watch you study until 2AM, who tries and fails to keep Megumi’s sticky fingers out of your notebooks.

He catches you staring before you can school your face. His eyes flick up, sharp at first, then softening so fast it knocks the air out of your lungs.

You hurry down the steps, ignoring the way a few heads turn. It’s broad daylight and you’re not supposed to do this here, but he’s here, and you haven’t seen him since you left his bed this morning, late for class.

“Toji,” you hiss, but it comes out embarrassingly happy. He raises an eyebrow, smirk curling the corner of his mouth.

You almost feel sorry for him. Almost.

When you reach him, Toji clocks your flushed cheeks immediately. “What’s with the face? You sick or somethin’?”

You jab him in the ribs carefully, so you don’t jostle Megumi. “People are staring, Toji. You couldn’t text me first?”

He tilts his head, feigning innocence. “I texted. You didn’t answer.”

“Because I was in class—!”

You cut off when a pair of girls you recognize from your bio lab walk past. They both slow down, eyes widening as they take in the entire picture: you, college boy in a hoodie with your backpack half-zipped; Toji, six foot something and built like a nightmare; and the small lump of a baby snoozing obliviously in a carrier against all that muscle.

One of the girls nudges the other. “Hey, Y/N! Who’s this?”

You clear your throat. “Uh, this is...um…”

Before you can finish, Toji’s mouth twitches into a grin that never means anything good. “Older brother,” he drawls, leaning closer to you on purpose. His breath ghosts your ear: Play along.

“Oh! Wow, I didn’t know you had family visiting!” The second girl giggles, covering her mouth. “Your nephew is so cute!” Toji’s eyes glitter with mischief. He bounces Megumi slightly, just to make him sigh in his sleep, and the girls all but melt on the spot.

“Cute, huh?” Toji murmurs, eyes never leaving yours. “You think I’m cute too, sweetheart?”

Your ears burn so bad you’re certain they’re red. “Haha, okay, we’re gonna go! Bye!” you say, grabbing Toji’s arm and dragging him toward the parking lot.

The girls giggle behind you, whispering too loud for comfort, “He’s so hot, oh my god, your friend’s brother is so hot—”

When you round the corner away from sight, you shove his arm, careful not to wake Megumi. “Brother? Seriously?”

Toji’s shoulders shake with silent laughter. He dips his head so his forehead bumps yours for just a second. “Shoulda said daddy, huh?”

You slap a hand over his mouth, horrified, and hiss, “We are on campus.”

He grins behind your palm, all teeth and that same dangerous warmth you love too much. He lets you cover his mouth until your hand slides away, then catches your fingers and kisses your knuckles instead. Rough lips, gentle promise. “You gonna say hi to your favorite boy, or just stand there droolin’ over me?”

You don’t bother answering. You slip close, brushing your hand over Megumi’s soft hair first, he makes a sleepy noise but doesn’t wake, and then you let your knuckles linger on Toji’s forearm. He feels warm under your fingers, solid and real and safe in a way you wish you could wear openly.

“He wouldn’t nap at home,” Toji says, pretending he’s annoyed, but the way his arm shifts so Megumi’s head stays tucked under his chin betrays him. “Thought you’d do the trick.”

“Oh, I see how it is. I’m the emergency pacifier.” “You said it, not me.”

You flick his side lightly, but he catches your wrist before you can retreat. He holds it for a second longer than he should, just enough to feel your pulse flutter. Then he lets go with a grunt, as if you’re the one making this harder than it has to be.

You can feel eyes on you, a couple students are definitely whispering. No one here knows. You like it that way. Better for your grades, better for his peace of mind, better for Megumi’s future. But there’s a small, traitorous part of you that aches to drop your bag, press your mouth to Toji’s throat, and say yes, he’s mine. He tilts his head at the parking lot. “C’mon. He’ll wake up if you keep standin’ around lookin’ pretty and getting attention.“

Your heart does a flip at pretty especially in that rough voice, but you roll your eyes and let him steer you toward his battered old car.

In the car, Megumi stays asleep through the soft click of his car seat straps. Toji watches you adjust the buckles, pretending he doesn’t melt a little every time you brush the kid’s hair out of his eyes.

You settle into the passenger seat, backpack stuffed between your knees. The cab smells like him: faint cologne, clean sweat, the lingering scent of the gas station coffee he lives on. He leans over to tug your seatbelt across your chest, an excuse, really, to bury his nose in your neck for half a second.

“Toji—” “Shut up. Missed you.”

It’s so quiet, so casual, and yet it punches you right in the ribs. He pulls back before you can respond, palm sliding up your throat just once before he grips the wheel instead.

He drives with one hand, other arm resting out the open window. You watch him more than the passing traffic. You’re pretty sure he knows.

“You gonna tell me why you really came?” you ask when he pulls into a quieter street, lined with trees and old houses.

Toji snorts. “Kid wouldn’t sleep. And I figured you’d be hungry by now.”

You groan, you are hungry. He always knows.

“Could’ve just called.” “Yeah. But then I wouldn’t get to see that dumb look on your face when you see me, huh?”

You glare, but he’s right. He’s always right. You swallow the warmth blooming in your chest and reach over the console to squeeze his thigh in retaliation.

“Jerk,” you mumble. “Mmhm. Yours though, ain’t I?”

He parks outside your tiny apartment. You juggle your bag and Toji’s huge palm resting on the small of your back, guiding you up the stairs like he’s done a hundred times.

Inside, he kicks the door shut with his boot and sighs when you pull him down for a kiss. Megumi snuffling softly between you both, oblivious. Your textbooks are scattered across the couch, but Toji ignores them. He sinks into your cushions with Megumi nestled in his lap, eyes drifting shut the moment he feels your fingers comb through his hair.

“Nap with us,” he murmurs against your palm.

You do. Books forgotten, coffee gone watery on the table. There’s only warm skin, the soft baby breaths of Megumi curled against his father’s chest, and Toji’s big hand curved possessively around the back of your neck like he’s daring the world to take this away.

No one would ever guess. But you know. And you’re never giving it up.

By the time you reach the parking lot, you swear every student who saw is going to spend the next week trying to guess exactly who the scary hot guy with the baby is. You kinda like that no one will ever guess the truth. That later tonight, you’ll be asleep on that same big chest, baby Megumi snoring softly at your side, exactly where you belong.

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kumasakka · 2 days ago

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋’𝐒 ! ❞

　living a life of luxury, walking the path of a model. what’s wrong with a few posts on your instagram or blue lock boys stalking that one model on their social’s !

ft. various characters , all girl friendly of course <3 , crack , slightly ooc , have fun reading lol !

❤️ 997.3k. 💬 41.5k. ⌲ 152.7k.

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mrs.worldwide should I buy the painting?

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chokichoki1234 :x

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theonlymikageheir should I buy it for you?

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mrs.worldwide does someone have an recommendation? 😙😙

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　　⤷ hide.its.slursagi u almost had it right bachira…

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sainzzrris · 2 days ago

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fuck it, yes i did.

f. colapinto x reader blurb

“i said im sorry, baby… please, i-” franco begged.

“franco, i know, i just- i need some time, okay? i need a second alone…” you explained.

franco sighed, letting you walk to your bedroom and shut the door. he knew this was his queue to leave, so he did, walking back to his own apartment a couple blocks away.

the truth was, as much as he hated to admit it, he missed his girl, he missed the way you made fun of him and your cringy, idiotic jokes. how could one miss someone in just a couple hours?

he needed to get out of his head, go out for a walk.

franco then stumbled across a flower shop, his heart thumped once he saw a bouquet of your favorite flowers and something inside of him — maybe the way his mom had always raised him to treat a woman well and give her flowers, or the way everything reminded him of you — made him want to buy them instantly.

the man speed walked back to your apartment, knocking on your door.

“oh.. hi..?” you greeted the man.

“yeah- hi, uh.. i didn’t mean to annoy you.. actually screw that. yes. i did. i missed you, and i got you flowers.”

“franco you’ve left for like- two hours…?”

“and i missed you. what about it?”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at his sassy attitude, your eyes drifting down to the bouquet he held… your favorite flowers.

you had told him one time. once. and he remembered it like it was the national anthem.

he followed your eyes wherever you looked, never taking his eyes off you, mirroring your smile.

“fran.. i-”

“please? please, baby, i’m begging you..” nothing better than a man who yearns.

you pull him inside, shutting the door and kissing him.

he smiles between kisses, sighs — which you couldn’t figure out if they were moans or relief — left his throat.

“i love you, im sorry.”

“it’s okay-”

“no, its not. i shouldn’t have talked to you that way.”

“franco, we both had long and stressful days, let’s just enjoy each other’s company, yeah?”

he nods, hugging you, holding your head to his chest as if you were a baby.

#franco colapinto #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #franco colapinto x you #franco colapinto x reader #f1 #alpine

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blossomcola · 3 days ago

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Im begging for lara x reader risky sex, she loves the thrill of knowing the other girls might hear you and realise whats happening behind that closed door. Or just touch you inappropriately under the blanket while you and the girls watch a film together.

Alternately, i LIVE for pervert manon. She loves to listen in on you and lara, knowing whats happening between you two is such a big turn on for her.

pairing. pervy!mannon bannerman x sub!fem reader x girlfriend!lara raj

content warnings. fingering.

lara can be a super sweet and kind woman and a romantic and cheesy girlfriend but she gets a little sick when she’s alone with you. yes, she is the kind of girlfriend who gives you tons of compliments and flowers on every date you two go on, but she’s also the kind of girlfriend who makes you scream into your pillows while she blows your back out with her strap <3

she would probably try to downplay your concerns about the other members hearing you when you two get intimate. something that started with spending time together in your room would end with you two kissing like it was the last time and almost ripping each other’s clothes off, but you would quickly notice the presence of the others in the other rooms of the dormitory — although lara doesn’t care because somehow or other she manages to get you to accept to fuck and telling you that she will try not to be so wild to avoid you being noisy, something that neither of you believes but you accept because you wanted to fuck her anyway!

lara being more than rude because she wants to get the most beautiful sounds out of you, being quick to grab your wrists when you try to cover your mouth and positioning your hands above your head, smiling as she notices how you look at her with pleading eyes filled with tears and making a great effort not to whimper. even your attempt to bite your lip to calm your moans is in vain because she takes your face with her other hand and squeezes your cheeks, forcing you to stop trying to be quiet and giving yourself the last option of being loud no matter what.

and about manon… i’m afraid she has this perverted side that comes out when it comes to your relationship with lara. she would have no problem staying up late at night, where you and lara make sure all the members are asleep so you can finally fuck, unaware that she is waiting for the same thing.

i think she would find this twisted idea very exciting. obviously, manon can’t know exactly what lara and you are doing because you are in separate rooms, but from lara’s slow and soft murmurs and your moans, she can get an idea of what’s going on — manon can only listen and close her eyes to let her depraved thoughts and imagination flow, fingering herself with the sound of your whimpers and the noise of the bed creaking or the sound of skin hitting skin. she doesn’t need much to be able to have fun on her own because your sounds are more than enough.

and of course lara is aware of this. you don’t have to be too clever to notice the way manon looks at your body and always seems to make eyes at you when she’s talking to you, so of course lara will consider her for one of her fun nighttime activities with you.

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pichichuu · 8 hours ago

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i loved ur jinu abby threesome omfg

could we have abs riding with abby 🙈

omg thank you heheh 🫣 im gonna be honest i didn't see the appeal to this at first and i talked to one of my friends about it and now it's a need omg

anon you have a beautiful mind...

and yes i think im a comedian for this title

m.list

Rise & Grind

abby saja x reader, mdni!

tags: fem reader, a little somnophilia (he wakes up right after you do), grinding, mutual mast., use of 'girl', gentle dom abby, cumshot, praise, teasing

dividers by @steddiecameraroll-graphics

the morning's soft sunlight filtered through your curtains, bringing the room slowly to life. your heavy eyelids blinked awake, not yet aware of the aching between your thighs, residual from a dream.

coming into consciousness, you find yourself draped across a dozing abby, barely still asleep. your thigh is splayed across his lower torso, most of your leg resting between his. your hips gyrate softly against the band of his boxers. you didn't even realize you were doing this.

shit.

it feels so good to relieve that tension.

dark eyebrows knit together, twitching as abby comes to life, quick to understand the situation.

"good morning to you too, pretty girl," he groans, morning voice deep and raspy and going straight to your core.

he kisses you, hands wandering to your hips. his fingertips play with the band of your panties, lifting the edges between two digits and dipping fingers underneath the fabric. reluctant to break the kiss, he breathes into your mouth,

"How did you sleep?"

he doesn't need an answer, nor does he expect one. your hips tell him enough.

"lift," he instructs you, pulling your panties to your knees when you obey him. you kick them off the bed to somewhere on the floor, keeping his loose t-shirt on.

broad palms wrap around your hips as he guides you onto his stomach, flexing his abs.

"wanna feel good, yeah? let me watch," he drags your hips along his abs, clit catching on the band of his boxers with every motion. your wetness is still building, not yet pooling onto his skin, and the friction feels delicious.

long fingers hold your plush hips in a firm grip, pushing you down against his skin. slowly, he pulls your naked pussy up his stomach, abs firm and prominent. the texture of the ridges teased your clit, the movements pulling your lips apart. your arousal spread on his muscled stomach as your lips parted in a whispered moan. your hands splayed across his chest, pinky brushing across his nipple and making him twitch.

with the addition of your slick, your gliding picked up speed, a wet squelch punctuating the end of each stroke. his grip loosened as you began to take control of your movements, head falling forward as you rubbed your soaked pussy on his muscular abs.

the cords of his muscles rippled as he sat up slightly. you could feel each movement, each twitch with your clit; the feeling was heavenly.

moving his hand from your hip, he stretched lazily with one arm. his back lifted off the bed, arm stretched out, his other hand gripping your hip tightly, typing bruises into the fatty flesh. his movements stretched his abs, your walls fluttering in response to the new sensation.

with a cocky smirk, he flicked your clit, humming as you whimpered, body starting to crumble on his.

"Thas' it, lemme hear you," he rasped, voice just above a whisper.

your juices coated his abs completely, sheets at his sides showing patches from where your wetness had rubbed off of him. with each stroke along his tensed stomach, you felt his hardening bulge against the curve of your ass. you gasped when you noticed, a hungry gaze spreading across abby's face that made you squirm.

reaching his hand behind you, he peeled his boxers down slowly, dramatically releasing it so his flushed cock hit against your ass with a smack!, the tip catching under your shirt.

you pushed back, moaning at the eroticism of the sight under you. his hand splayed across his abs, palm gathering your slick. reaching toward your face, he prodded your lips open with his middle and ring fingers with a simple "suck 'em." you took the digits into your mouth, warm tongue swirling around the pads of his fingertips, arousal and saliva coating the skin.

he pulled his hand away with a pop, hand forming a tight fist around his throbbing cock. he pumped it in slow strokes, the rhythmic movement of his arm making his abs twitch under you, pulling a breathy moan from you.

beads of precum gathered at his blushing tip, the fluid forming a sappy string from his throbbing dick to the soft fat of your ass. he smeared the tip across your skin as you rode his abs, the sensation overwhelming.

it was too much– your slick glistening on his hardened abs, rigid muscles flexing as you ground on them, his hand digging into your hip, ensuring the pressure hit your clit just right, the lewd squelch of your fluids on his cock as he fucked his fist, his hot tip sending an electric sensation across your ass.

you shimpered, hips frantically rutting on his rock-hard abs, his hand holding you firmly, stilling your hips.

"wanna cum, baby? better ask nicely," he teased, voice rough and steady.

"pl-please, please luh-let me hah- let me cum abby!" you whined, voice trembling in tune with your body, hands grabbing at his chest, trying to find something to hold onto.

moving one of your hands to his shoulder, his voice rang out like he was amused at your attempts to beg him. "not with your mouth," he grinned, moving your hips and nodding down to your weeping pussy. "I wanna hear it from her."

you tried to hide your face, ears flushing with embarassment. shakily, you drove your hips forward, spelling a 'P' on his washboard abs with the guidance of his hand.

"'atta girl."

"please, please abby," you begged, spelling an 'L' this time. "just please let me cum."

"keep being good and you will soon, he grunted through clenching teeth, hand moving in a blur on his cock, muscles twitching and rippling with each movement. his eyes were fixed on where your pussy met his stomach, cock twitching at the creamy sounds of your slick spreading across him as you spelled out an 'E'.

he bit his lip.

fuck.

look how your lips spread with each movement, folds opening and closing as you drew an 'A' on him, body twitching each time your clit caught on the mound of a new muscle.

you looked so desperate.

"almost there, pretty girl," he groaned, spitting on his hand, strokes resuming with a louder squelch this time. "lift your shirt for the 'S'," he commanded, chin tilting up in a nod at the hem of your shirt.

your hands held the fabric delicately as you lifted it above your tits, whining as the cold air hit your nipples. abby hissed. his fingers pushed tighter on your hip.

you looked pornographic drawing the curves of an 'S' on his muscular flesh, the embarassment dripping from your whimpers and body language only feeding his need.

"fuck it baby, just cum on my abs," he sighed, "already wrote an 'E' once already anyways."

his grip loosened on your hips, movements free to be as frantic and irrythmic as you desired.

"look so damn pretty riding me like that," he hissed, "can't even tease you properly when you look like this."

you shuddered as your clit caught on his happy trail, losing control of your movements as your limbs began to lock up, broken moan drawn out of your mouth.

"fuck, baby, fucking cum on me, ah!," he moaned, pace losing rhythm on his fat, leaky cock. you shook on him, release hitting you like a train. you clenched around nothing, throbbing hole flush against his abs. he felt every squeeze as you rode out your orgasm, the sensation enough to send him into his own, a needy groan filling your ears as you came down from your high.

hot, stick ropes of his cum shot across your ass in thick spurts. smearing the creamy substance across your skin, his head rolled to the side as exhaustion crept back into his voice.

"can't we stay in bed a little longer?"

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lanadelspray02 · 13 hours ago

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HOLD ME ANYWAY: CHAPTER 22

paige x azzi

Hey guys, I'm so sorry for the long wait. This chapter isn't the longest, but I think you'll still enjoy it. I'll be back to posting frequently again. I hope y'all like the chapter :) let me know ur thoughts

if we lose to the fever.... im crashing out.

crossposted ao3 here

masterlist here

wc: 4052

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The sun wasn’t even fully up yet, just brushing the edge of the horizon in pale watercolor streaks, when Paige zipped the last duffel bag shut. The house was quiet around them, soft and dark in that familiar way of early morning, where the walls seemed to exhale sleep and the silence felt a little sacred. Ruby was curled up in Paige’s sweatshirt on the couch, Sparklehorn clutched under one arm, the ends of her hair curling damply around her cheeks from last night’s bath. She stirred every so often but didn’t wake, one leg flopped over a pillow like she owned the whole couch.

Azzi moved through the house with slow, quiet steps. She hadn’t slept much, though she’d pretended well enough when Paige curled around her in bed a few hours earlier. Her mind had been too loud. She’d checked her phone three times between midnight and four, staring at the same message each time.

Darshay: I know I messed up. But I want to talk. Please.

She hadn’t responded.

Bob was already up when they came downstairs, his hoodie sleeves pushed to his elbows, coffee mug in hand. He didn’t say much, just offered Azzi a nod and Paige a warm smile, and helped them carry the bags out to the car while the morning stayed quiet.

Drew emerged right before they were about to leave, rubbing sleep from his eyes, his pajama pants twisted like he’d fought a blanket in his dreams. He hugged Ruby goodbye with dramatic flair and gave her a folded piece of notebook paper with a big crayon drawing on it, the five of them in front of a castle, Sparklehorn huge and smiling in the sky.

"So you won’t forget us," he said, very seriously.

Ruby nodded solemnly. "Never ever."

Bob pulled Paige in for a hug, murmured something in her ear that made her eyes go soft, then turned to Azzi and wrapped her in the same kind of quiet strength.

"Anytime," he said. "You don’t need a reason."

Azzi swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. "Thank you. For everything."

The drive to the airport was sleepy and uneventful. Ruby dozed again in the backseat, her hoodie pulled over her head, feet curled beneath her. Paige sat beside Azzi with one hand rested on her thigh.

"You okay?" Paige asked eventually, voice low.

Azzi hesitated, then pulled her phone from her pocket. She turned it screen-out toward Paige.

Darshay: I know I messed up. But I want to talk. Please.

Paige's jaw flexed. She didn’t speak for a beat.

"When did he send that?"

"Yesterday. I didn’t want to ruin our last day."

"You didn’t ruin anything," Paige said. "He doesn’t get to have that kind of power anymore."

Azzi looked out the window. Her voice came out quiet. "What if he tries something? Like showing up? Or going to court? He’s not on the birth certificate, but still."

Paige squeezed her hand. "Then we fight. And we don’t do it alone. You have me now. And Ruby has both of us."

Azzi didn’t answer, just nodded slightly and turned her gaze back to the window.

At the airport, they moved through security slowly, Ruby still groggy but cooperative, Sparklehorn getting her own bin at TSA. Paige got them coffee and orange juice while Azzi sat with Ruby tucked into her lap at the gate.

When Paige returned, Azzi was staring at her phone again.

"You thinking about responding?" Paige asked.

Azzi shook her head. "I don’t know. He might not stop unless I do."

"Then let’s hear what he wants. On our terms."

They boarded the plane in quiet coordination, Ruby taking the window seat and immediately plastering her drawing to it with the little roll of tape Paige had stashed in her backpack. Halfway through the flight, Ruby fell asleep with her head on Paige’s lap, Sparklehorn tucked like a pillow under her chin.

Azzi leaned close, whispering. "He didn’t want her when I begged. But now that she’s growing up, now that she’s happy… now he’s curious?"

"You built a world without him," Paige whispered back. "He doesn’t get to step into it like he’s owed something."

Azzi rested her forehead to Paige’s shoulder. "I want to believe that."

"Then start here. With me."

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By the time they landed, the light outside had turned gray and overcast. Familiar.

The drive back to Azzi’s house was quiet, Ruby dozing in her car seat with Sparklehorn hugged tightly to her chest. The clouds hung low, and everything outside the window looked washed in silver.

When they pulled into the driveway, the porch light was already on even though it was still afternoon. Katie opened the front door before they even rang the bell, a warm smile on her face and her arms immediately reaching for Ruby.

"There’s my girl," she whispered as Ruby melted into her arms. "And Sparklehorn too, of course."

Tim appeared a second later, taller than the doorway, his smile soft. "Welcome home."

Azzi hugged them both, lingering longer than usual. Paige followed, quiet but present, and received hugs of her own, Katie holding her tight like she’d always belonged, Tim ruffling her hair with a quiet chuckle.

Inside, the house smelled like roasted vegetables and something sweet cooling on the counter. It was warm in the way only homes lived in by love could be. Azzi helped Ruby out of her coat while Paige dropped the bags by the stairs.

They all moved into the kitchen, exchanging travel stories and small laughter, the kind that covers the quiet beneath. Ruby curled up on the couch with a blanket and was out within minutes, Sparklehorn tucked under her chin.

After a while, Katie took Tim by the hand and said they'd let them rest, leaving the girls in the kitchen alone.

Azzi stood by the counter, phone in hand, staring at the voicemail icon.

Paige entered silently, watching her.

"You gonna listen?"

Azzi nodded once, barely.

She pressed play.

Darshay’s voice came through low, clipped, and defensive.

"You’ve kept her from me long enough. I don’t care what excuses you’ve made. She’s my kid too. I got a right to see her. Don’t think I won’t do what I have to if you try to keep playing house without me."

The message ended.

Azzi stood still. Then slowly, she set the phone down on the counter.

Paige crossed the room and pulled her into a hug without saying anything.

Azzi leaned into her, breath shaky.

"I don’t know what I’m going to do."

"Whatever it is," Paige said, steady, sure, "we do it together."

Azzi closed her eyes. Her arms came around Paige like muscle memory. Like home.

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The house had quieted after dinner, the kind of hush that settles after too much food and just enough warmth. Ruby was upstairs in the bath with Katie, her voice floating faintly through the floorboards in high-pitched little bursts of song. Tim had disappeared into the living room with a blanket and the remote, mumbling something about his nightly routine. Azzi stood in the hallway near her old bedroom, arms crossed, staring at the floor like it owed her answers. The air felt thicker here, maybe because it still held pieces of who she used to be. Maybe because the voicemail still hadn’t left her body.

Paige moved softly down the hall, slow like she knew how easily the wrong step might shatter the quiet. She didn’t say anything when she reached Azzi, just slid in behind her, wrapped both arms around her waist, and rested her cheek on Azzi’s shoulder like they’d always fit this way. Azzi leaned back without hesitation. She didn’t need to say thank you. Paige already knew.

“I’m fine,” Azzi murmured, voice low and thin.

“Sure,” Paige replied, not letting go. “And I’m training to box.”

Azzi blinked, half-turning her head. “You’re what now?”

Paige didn’t miss a beat. “Boxing. Gonna join a gym. Learn to punch. Maybe get one of those mouthguards that makes me look cool but also slightly unapproachable.”

Azzi tilted her head. “For what purpose?”

Paige’s voice dropped into a dry mutter. “For when certain people forget how replaceable they are.”

Azzi huffed a breath that wasn’t quite a laugh but wasn’t far. “You’re gonna beat up a grown man?”

“If I have to. I already play forty minutes a game and lift three times a week. All I need is footwork.”

Azzi turned fully this time, hips still pressed to Paige’s as she faced her. She didn’t smile yet. But she did let her hands slip up, palms skating under the hem of Paige’s hoodie until they found warm skin and the hard lines of her stomach.

“These abs,” she said softly, brushing her fingers along them, “are not for boxing.”

“They could be,” Paige said, chin tilting up a little smug. “They’re functional.”

Azzi’s hands lingered, slow and deliberate now. “They’re dangerous.”

“I hope so.”

“Just not in a boxing way,” Azzi said, thumbs brushing slow circles against Paige’s ribs, her voice a little lower now, a little warmer. “More in a… you walk into a room and I forget how to think way.”

Paige leaned in, forehead almost touching hers, smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. “Is that what happens?”

“Frequently.”

“I like it when you flirt with me,” Paige whispered.

Azzi’s voice was barely audible. “I like it when you let me.”

Paige was already leaning in when the soft sound of footsteps padded down the stairs. Both of them stilled, heads turning as Ruby’s small figure appeared at the bottom step. She had damp curls sticking to her forehead, pajama pants that nearly swallowed her feet, and Sparklehorn tucked beneath one arm like a personal bodyguard. She blinked at them, sleepy and pink-cheeked, before padding over with the kind of gentle certainty that only toddlers and house cats could get away with.

“I done with bath,” she announced softly. “Can we all cuddle now?”

Azzi dropped to one knee immediately, arms opening. “Of course we can, baby.”

Ruby folded into her like she’d been waiting to all day, Sparklehorn squished between them. Paige crouched beside them, brushing a damp curl off Ruby’s temple, and watched the way Azzi’s whole body softened when she held her daughter close.

Ruby looked up at both of them, voice smaller now. “We can cuddle in the bed?”

Paige kissed the top of her head. “Wherever you want.”

Azzi didn’t say anything. She just stood slowly, Ruby balanced on her hip with an ease that looked effortless but wasn’t, not really. It had taken years to make it look like that. Paige followed them into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her with a soft click, the kind of quiet that made the room feel like a secret.

They curled up together without words, all limbs and blankets and Sparklehorn somewhere in the middle. Paige’s arm draped over both of them, fingers resting lightly against the curve of Azzi’s hip, and Azzi didn’t even pretend she didn’t need it. Ruby squirmed once, then settled, sighing like a content little furnace tucked between their bodies.

Paige didn’t say anything about the voicemail. She didn’t ask for more or try to fix it. She just stayed close, her touch steady, the rise and fall of her breath anchoring the space between them.

And when Ruby reached out in her sleep and curled one small hand around Paige’s shirt, neither of them moved.

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The morning was already moving too fast. Katie had packed their breakfast into foil-wrapped bundles for the road, handing them off with a kiss to Azzi’s temple and a reminder to breathe. Tim had offered a silent nod and a thermos of coffee. Ruby was in the backseat, humming to herself, one sock half-off and Sparklehorn buckled in beside her with her own seatbelt looped around a glittery horn. Paige drove. Azzi sat beside her, scrolling through texts she wasn’t reading, occasionally glancing over her shoulder to check on Ruby. The car was quiet in that way mornings often were — everyone halfway between asleep and alert, the day still waiting to fully begin.

They pulled into the small gravel lot beside the daycare just before eight. A couple of other parents were walking toward the entrance with lunchboxes and sleepy toddlers. Paige was halfway into a gentle hum when she saw him.

Darshay.

He was standing near the gate, hoodie pulled low over his head, arms crossed. Like he belonged there. Like he had the right to be there.

Paige’s whole body stiffened. She slammed the gearshift into park and sat frozen for half a second. Azzi followed her gaze and immediately went still. Her breath caught with an audible hitch.

Ruby, oblivious in the back, was singing quietly to herself, stringing together lyrics she didn’t understand.

Paige was already reaching for the door handle. “Stay here,” she said, low and tense.

Azzi opened her door before she could finish the sentence. “I can’t stay here.”

Paige rounded the car fast, meeting her on the other side, voice still low but urgent. “Azzi, you don’t have to talk to him. He has no right”

“I know. But Ruby—he’s here for her.”

They both turned as Ruby climbed down from her car seat, dragging Sparklehorn behind her by the tail. “We here?” she asked, still yawning. “I bringed my backpack.”

“Yeah, baby,” Azzi said softly. “We’re here.”

Paige stepped in closer, putting herself slightly ahead of Azzi and Ruby as they walked. She didn’t make it obvious, she just shifted forward enough to be between them and Darshay.

He saw them immediately. Started walking toward them like he hadn’t vanished for three years. Like he hadn’t missed birthdays and fevers and first words. Like this wasn’t trespassing.

Azzi stopped walking.

Paige mirrored her.

Ruby tugged on Azzi’s sleeve. “I go in now?”

Darshay’s voice cut through the air like a knife. “So you just gonna keep pretending I don’t exist?”

Paige stepped fully in front of them now, squared her shoulders. “Back off.”

“I’m talkin’ to her,” he said, nodding past Paige. “She’s the mother of my kid.”

Ruby blinked up at them, confused. “Mama? Who’s that?”

Azzi knelt down beside her. “It’s okay, baby. Just stay close to me.”

But Darshay kept coming. “You kept her from me long enough,” he snapped. “I don’t care what lies you told. She’s mine too.”

Paige moved again, blocking his path with her whole body. “Leave. Now.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” he spat. “You’re just playing house. You think because you wear the jersey and sleep in her bed, you get to be her daddy now?”

Azzi stood slowly, her hand holding tight to Ruby’s.

“Stop it,” she said, her voice shaking. “Just stop.”

Darshay looked down at Ruby then, and it was like a bomb went off.

“Ruby,” he said, loud and deliberate. “I’m your daddy.”

Everything stopped.

Ruby’s little body stiffened.

“No,” she said, voice small. “No you not.”

Darshay kept talking. “Yes, I am. I’m your real dad. I’m supposed to be—”

“No!” Ruby screamed. Her face twisted up like she didn’t have words for the panic surging through her. “No! No! I don’t got no daddy!”

Paige reached for her, but Ruby jerked away, tears already rolling down her cheeks. “I got two mummys! I don’t want you! I don’t want you! Go ‘way!”

People were looking now. Other parents slowing. Teachers coming out to the curb.

Azzi dropped to her knees and pulled Ruby into her chest. “Shh, baby, shh, I’ve got you, it’s okay, it’s okay, he’s leaving.”

“No!” Ruby sobbed, fists pounding against Azzi’s chest. “He scary! He lie! He not my daddy! I got you and Paigey, that’s all I got!”

Paige stood frozen for a second. The words, two mummys, echoed in her head like a siren. Not because of what they meant, but because of how Ruby had said them. Screamed them. Claimed them.

Azzi was rocking now, whispering into Ruby’s hair, trying to breathe through the storm.

Darshay looked around and realised everyone was watching. He backed up, muttered something under his breath, and then he turned and walked down the street, around the corner, gone like smoke.

Paige blinked, came back to herself, and dropped down beside them.

“I’ve got you,” she said, voice trembling now. “I’ve got both of you. Let’s go.”

She helped Azzi lift Ruby, who clung to her with desperate, shaking limbs, her face buried in Azzi’s neck. Paige wrapped her arms around them both, pressing a kiss to the back of Ruby’s head, and another to Azzi’s temple.

“C’mon,” she whispered. “We’re going home.”

Azzi nodded, eyes still locked on the space where Darshay had disappeared.

Paige didn’t look back.

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The drive back to Azzi’s house was quiet, the kind of silence that didn’t ask to be broken. Ruby was tucked into Azzi’s arms in the backseat, her face pressed into her shoulder, one small fist still clutching Sparklehorn’s mane like a lifeline. Her sobs had faded into hiccups, then into breathy whimpers, but her body stayed curled tight, like she was trying to shrink into safety.

Paige didn’t say a word the whole way. She drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on her thigh, fingers twitching now and then like she didn’t trust herself not to fall apart. Her jaw was clenched the entire time, but her eyes kept darting to the rearview mirror, checking on Azzi, checking on Ruby. Every glance only made her chest hurt worse.

Katie opened the front door before they even knocked, Tim appearing just behind her, concern already carved into both of their faces. Katie took one look at her daughter holding a trembling Ruby and didn’t hesitate, she reached out, arms wide.

Azzi didn’t speak. She just stepped into her mother’s arms and let herself be held, Ruby still wrapped tight between them.

“It’s okay, baby,” Katie whispered, rocking both of them gently. “You’re safe now. You’re home.”

Tim looked at Paige, who gave a short, stiff nod. “Darshay showed up,” she said, voice flat.

Tim didn’t respond with words. He just exhaled hard and gave a slow, heavy nod. He didn’t ask for details. Didn’t need to.

Katie coaxed Ruby from Azzi’s arms like it was second nature. “C’mon, little one. Let’s get you cozy. You wanna sit with Grandma on the couch? I’ll put Sparklehorn’s blanket in the dryer so she warm-warm, yeah?”

Ruby nodded into her chest without speaking, eyes still glassy and tired.

As they disappeared down the hallway, Azzi turned to Paige, but Paige was already gone.

She’d slipped away sometime in the hand-off, and by the time Azzi noticed, her bedroom door was already shut.

Paige sat on the edge of Azzi’s bed, both hands pressed hard to her eyes, trying to breathe through it. The moment had been too much. Seeing Azzi like that. Hearing Ruby scream like she’d been betrayed. Watching the man who caused it all walk up like he had any claim at all. She hadn’t cried when it happened. Hadn’t blinked. Hadn’t breathed.

But now that they were safe, now that Ruby was tucked into Katie’s arms and Azzi had let out that first, broken exhale. Paige couldn’t hold it anymore.

She pressed her fists to her eyes and curled forward, elbows on her knees. The tears came fast and hot, burning her throat, tightening her chest. She didn’t sob. She just shook, silently, shoulders trembling under the weight of everything she couldn’t say out loud.

She didn’t hear the door open.

Didn’t hear the tiny footsteps.

She only noticed Ruby when she felt a small hand brush her knee.

Paige jerked her head up, wiping her face with the back of her sleeve, trying to gather herself. “Hey, Roo, hi, baby sorry, I just needed a minute—”

Ruby looked at her with big, worried eyes, then silently climbed into her lap.

Paige froze. “You okay?” she whispered.

Ruby nodded, then reached up and touched her cheek with a still-damp hand. “You cryin’?”

Paige swallowed. “A little.”

“You sad?”

“Yeah.”

Ruby snuggled in closer, resting her head against Paige’s chest. “I sad too.”

Paige wrapped her arms around her instinctively, holding her tight, letting Ruby’s warmth ground her.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Ruby lifted her head, peered up at Paige, and asked, quiet and careful, “Paigey… you my mummy too, right?”

Paige blinked, caught between breath and something breaking open. “What?”

Ruby nodded, serious and small. “I got two mummys. You and Mama. That’s right, huh?”

Paige stared at her, the breath gone from her lungs. “Yeah,” she managed, voice shaking. “Yeah, baby. That’s right.”

Ruby leaned in again, arms wrapping around Paige’s neck like she’d done it a thousand times. “Okay. You don’t be sad, ‘kay? We safe now.”

Paige held her tighter, kissing her head, tears slipping silently down her cheek. “Yeah, baby,” she whispered. “We’re safe now.”

She didn’t notice Azzi standing in the doorway.

Azzi hadn’t meant to follow. Had only stepped down the hallway when something in her chest said Paige had been gone too long. But when she reached the door, slightly ajar, she froze.

She heard it all.

Saw the way Ruby curled into Paige’s lap like she belonged there, like she always had.

Heard the softness in Paige’s voice, the way it broke and steadied in the same breath.

She didn’t move. Just stood still, heart in her throat, watching the love of her life be called something she’d never dared say out loud, not even in the safest moments.

“Mummy.”

And then Ruby looked up and saw her.

“Mama!” she shouted happily, bouncing in Paige’s lap like she hadn’t been crying an hour ago. “Mama, I told Paigey somethin’!”

Azzi stepped in, her voice gentle. “Yeah? What did you tell her?”

Ruby grinned, proud and wide-eyed. “I said she my other mummy! ‘Cause I got two!”

Azzi’s chest ached with the force of it.

She knelt beside them, resting a hand on Paige’s back, pressing a kiss to Ruby’s forehead. “You do, baby. You really do.”

Paige looked at her, eyes still shining, lips parted like she didn’t know what to do with the moment.

So Azzi kissed her too, soft, grounding, forehead to forehead. No words. Just breath.

Then Ruby wiggled between them and announced, “Cuddle time!”

Azzi let out a short laugh and slid into bed beside them. Paige followed, letting Ruby climb onto both of their chests like she was the bridge keeping them upright. Sparklehorn was wedged between pillows. Ruby yawned and stretched and then sighed like she had solved every problem in the universe.

And then Azzi turned toward Paige like she couldn’t hold it in anymore. She kissed her cheek. Then her jaw. Then the tip of her nose. “I love you,” she whispered between each kiss. “So much. You’re—God—you’re everything.” She kissed her again, longer this time, lips pressing warm and sure against Paige’s as her hand slipped up her back.

Ruby giggled. “More kisses!”

Azzi laughed into Paige’s mouth, then pulled back just enough for Ruby to wiggle up beside her.

“Mwah!” Ruby declared, planting an exaggerated kiss on Paige’s cheek. “One more!”

“Mwah!” Another, right on Paige’s forehead.

Paige was laughing now, breathless, wrapped up in the weight and joy of both of them piled on top of her, covered in kisses and the kind of love that left no room for doubt.

“Okay,” Paige said between laughs. “You two are gonna smother me.”

“Love smother!” Ruby yelled.

Azzi leaned in again and kissed the side of her neck. “We’re not sorry.”

“I don’t want you to be.”

They lay there tangled up, warm and full and clinging to each other like the storm had passed, like they were still alive inside the eye of something beautiful.

And if Paige cried a little more with both of them in her arms, no one said a word.

Because now it wasn’t fear. It was a relief. Ruby had said it out loud. She saw Paige as her mummy. And that was everything.

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THROUGH YOUR EYES

CONTENT: explicit mature content, established relationship, dom! 박성훈 x fem! reader ｡◕‿◕｡ non-idol au, sunghoon wears glasses here (important, trust) ✉ unprotected sex (wrap it up), fingering, pussy eating ★ aftercare, usage of pet names ⌗ 1423...!? catalogue.

HYE: this is a repost from my old account with some minor edits done but yeah. does sunghoon knows whenever he wears glasses, an angel spreads her wings? its me. im the angel. im posting this way out of my normally posting time so if this flops, you won't hear from me again...

Ever since you stumbled upon your boyfriend wearing a pair of thinly-framed glasses, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Three weeks had passed and it was still imprinted in your head. You groaned, running a hand through your hair in a poor attempt of calming yourself but it was futile. The words reflected on the blinding screen of your laptop don't make sense anymore, not when you’ve been on the same page for the past hour.

“Darling, you need to take a break.”

You looked up to see Sunghoon leaning against the doorframe. He was dressed comfortably; a white long-sleeved shirt with a pair of black sweatpants. And of course, he was wearing the stupid glasses that perfectly rested on the bridge of his nose. The sight of the accessory was enough to make you gulped. He chuckled at your silence and how you were shamelessly ogling him. He steps closer, stopping until he is before you.

“What’s in your mind, pretty girl?” He asks, reaching out to gently cup your face with his hands. Your eyelids fluttered shut at the contact and you couldn’t help but leaned into his touch, shoulders sagging slightly.

“Nothing, I’m just stressed,” you replied, savoring the way Sunghoon caressed your face with his thumbs.

“Poor thing, do you want me to help?” He asks.

You shook your head. “No, I can manage—”

“Oh, I’m not talking about your work,” he interrupts, mischief seeping into his voice. You gulped when you recognized the familiar glint in his eyes and that was the only warning you got.

Your lips were captured in a fiery kiss and you gasped, feeling yourself being pushed back until your back was uncomfortably digging into the edge of the table. Sunghoon had to lean down to kiss you, making him strain his back but he didn’t care. Nothing is important when it comes to pleasuring you. Without breaking the kiss, Sunghoon carried you in his arms, moving you to the bed where he gently laid you down on the mattress. The feeling of being in your boyfriend’s arms made you feel safe and protected; a feeling you had came to cherish.

You made a noise of protest when he pulled away. You raised your head, desperate for his lips but Sunghoon moved, leaning his head back.

“Hoonie, why?” You whined.

He coos, leaning in to press a kiss on your forehead. “Sorry sweetheart, but just sit back and let me do the work, alright?”

Huffing, you obeyed and moved to lay in a comfortable position. You watched with bated breath as Sunghoon shifted down, spreading your legs apart. He easily pulled down the pair of shorts you were wearing, tossing them to the floor, leaving you in your panties. Your ears turned red when you realized you were soaked. Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by Sunghoon, who arched an eyebrow.

“Did you get turned on just from kissing? Or is it something else?” He grins knowingly, fingers tracing the hem of your panties before he slid it down your legs, leaving you completely bare underneath him. No matter how many times you’ve done this, he couldn’t get enough of how stunning you looked.

“I don’t know what you’re implying,” you replied, your face turning as red as a tomato with how he maintained eye contact, with the glasses still on as he teasingly ran his fingers along your clit, collecting your essence.

“Really? But I’ve a feeling you know perfectly well what I’m talking about,” he hums, wasting no time in pushing two fingers in, groaning at the delirious feeling of your tight, warm walls instantly clenching down on the sudden intrusion.

“Sunghoon—” You moaned, one hand gripping onto the sheets while the other gripped onto the pillow for dear life. You attempted to rock your hips against his fingers but he held you down, restricting you from moving.

“P-Please, don’t tease,” you whimpered, looking at your boyfriend with half-lidded eyes.

Being the tease he is, Sunghoon smirks. It’s unfair with how attractive he looked at that moment. “Please what, baby?”

“Please touch me,” you pleaded, and the smirk stretched wider.

“But I am touching you. You need to be more specific,” he replied, moving his fingers in a scissor-like motion as he slowly opened you, preparing you for what’s to come. Sunghoon wasted no time in finding your weak spot and he ruthlessly abused it, reducing you to a moaning and squirming mess.

“N-No, want your mouth on me—fuck!” You gasped, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head when Sunghoon leaned down, running his tongue along your folds, followed by kitten licks. You let out a high-pitched moan at the double penetration; fingers and tongue. It was too much for you to handle and you could feel the familiar tightening of your stomach, a sign you were about to reach your climax, and then—

“What the fuck?” You raised your head, shooting your boyfriend the meanest glare you could muster.

Sunghoon laughs, amused with your reaction. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you and you won’t be looking at me like that anymore.”

He wasted no time in shredding his clothes, shifting to his knees as he still remained in between your legs. You tightened your grip on the pillow, biting down on your bottom lip at the familiar feeling of him pushing himself into you. You whined, getting drunk on the feeling of being split apart despite how you’ve had sex multiple times. When he was completely in, Sunghoon started at a languid pace, although he quickly changed his mind when he heard the melodic sounds dripping from your lips.

Blood rushed to your face as the bed rocked along with your movement. The room was filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin. You’re sure your neighbours will file a noise complaint tomorrow but that was the least of your concerns now. You arch your back off the bed when Sunghoon’s lips latched onto your neck, leaving butterfly kisses and hickeys behind.

“Fuck, how are you always so tight?” He groans, lips grazing against your neck as he feels the way your walls spasm and contract at every rock of his hips. You whined at the cold frames of his glasses touching your warm, sweaty skin.

“Hoonie, please, please,” you begged.

“What does my pretty girl want?” He asks, moving his head away so he could admire your face.

“G-Gonna cum, please,” you sobbed, hoping he would show some mercy.

“Is that so? Can you keep your eyes on me when you cum, sweetheart?” He asks, and you eagerly nodded; wanting to please your boyfriend.

It took your remaining strength to keep your eyes open. You pulled him down to kiss him, your tongues meeting in a passionate dance that only lovers would know. You panted against his lips as you reached your climax and Sunghoon was quick to follow suit. Both of you groaned at the feeling of him releasing in you. You laid in a pool of your sweat and other body fluids while your boyfriend slowly pulled out of you, eliciting a hiss at the sudden empty feeling.

He got off the bed, heading to the bathroom to grab some clean towels to wipe you and him off. You were pliant, too exhausted to move an inch as Sunghoon cleaned you off. When he was done, he threw the now dirtied towels into the laundry basket with great accuracy. He grabbed a new set of clothes—his clothes, to be exact and assisted you in putting them on. Sunghoon had to move you away from the bed to get rid of the sheets, much to your annoyance but you knew he was doing this so he wouldn’t get scolded by you tomorrow morning.

Once he was done replacing the sheets and pulled on a pair of sweatpants, both of you were finally able to cuddle together. You rested your head on his chest while Sunghoon drew circles on your arms.

“By the way, I know you find it attractive whenever I wear glasses,” he commented.

Your closed eyes snapped open as you turned to him at lightning speed. “What?”

Sunghoon laughs, poking your nose. “What? Did you think I wouldn’t notice how often you kept staring at me? You’re not being subtle, especially with the way you stare at me.”

“And how do I stare at you?”

He grins, pulling you closer so he could kiss your lips. “Like you want me to fuck you.”

“Sunghoon!”

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