#Just him being kind of threatening 😵‍💫.?

[delugyu]

hueningkai humping your pillow

this idea was HAUNTING me 😵‍💫😵‍💫

(wc: 1.2k / warnings: roommate!kai, kai is a huge perv and lowkey a creep, masturbation, pillow fucking, humiliation kink kinda)

kai loves having you as a roommate. you’re clean, you never complain, and you always take care of your responsibilities on time. plus, you treat kai so nicely, and you smile at him all the time, and you smell really good, and you pretty much hung the moon in the sky. his only complaint, though he’ll never say it out loud, is he thinks you’re teasing him on purpose.

you pat his head and compliment him when he cooks something. you hold onto him when you laugh at his jokes, letting your hand clutch onto his arm as you lean into him. and every now and then, you’ll walk around in these teeny tiny shorts. on those days, kai can barely stand looking at you. he has to turn his head in the opposite direction to keep himself from staring.

he hides away in his room after you touch him the slightest bit, unable to bear staying in your presence after getting so hard. at first he’s ashamed. at first he ignores it and waits for his cock to go down, telling himself he must be going through some kind of second puberty. but days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months, and he’s still popping erections every time you praise him and dote on him, no matter how joking or teasing you are.

so, though kai loves it when you’re around, sometimes he can’t wait for you to leave. he’s found himself forming a really bad habit: he can’t stop snooping through your room when you’re gone.

you’re out with your friends, getting together for brunch or something—kai’s not really sure—and he jumps at the opportunity to creep through your stuff. he waits a few minutes to make sure you’re really gone, too scared to get caught in his perversions. he practically runs to your bedroom as soon as he’s sure you left.

his heart is racing, hands shaking as he walks to your dresser and picks up your perfume. he doesn’t spray it, too nervous that the scent might stick to him and you’d catch on, but he holds the bottle to his nose and inhales deeply. the fragrance is sweet and warm and soft and just so you.

he opens the top drawer of your dresser, where he knows you keep your underwear. there’s a certain thrill he gets just from looking at it; he doesn’t even touch it, doesn’t unfold it, just admires the cute selection you have. some are lacy and tiny, some are hot pink, some are black, some are white with little bows. they all get him hard as a rock just the same, but he likes to imagine you taking off your shorts to reveal one of your skimpier pairs.

he palms himself through his pants and brings the perfume bottle to his nose again. he chokes out a moan, shutting his eyes to envision you changing into whatever clothes you went out in today. he imagines you peeling your shirt off your body, pretty skin bared as you stand in nothing but your bra and panties contemplating what dress to wear.

he closes your drawer and places the perfume bottle back in its exact spot, making sure it sits in the same position you left it in. he’s trembling as he moves to your bed, sitting down and bending to bury his face in your pillows. he whines and grips the sheets until his knuckles are white, pathetically grinding his hips against your mattress.

you lay here every night, and some nights you’re bound to be a little pent up. some nights you lay here, where kai is now, with your hand down your pants, finger rubbing down your wet slit as you relieve yourself. maybe you’re afraid of being too loud, maybe you throw a hand over your mouth when little noises threaten to spill past your lips.

some nights, you need a little more pressure between your legs, and maybe you slot one of these pillows there to soothe the ache. kai’s stomach clenches as he imagines it, and he brings a pillow down to his hips. he folds it just right, so that when he slides himself against it, he gets all jittery and buzzed.

he pants out as he fucks himself on your pillow, cock throbbing in his pants. he so badly wants it to be you that he’s thrusting against, to watch you smile prettily at him while he loses his mind above you. you’d be so good to him, hands gliding across his body, encouraging him to be a little rougher. he obliges with a grunt, hands keeping your pillow in place as he fucks it harder.

you’re always so teasing, always getting his dick so hard. he deserves to have this, at the very least, if he can’t have you. he deserves to moan into your mattress and grind against your belongings. it’s only fair. you should learn to play a little nicer and let him have these things more often.

his mind reels at the idea of getting caught by you right now. he’d be humiliated, probably unable to ever look at you again. you would be disgusted by him, think of him like some nasty vermin that nestled its way into your life. you’d have to put him in his place and make him learn his lesson.

don’t you know he’d let you do whatever you want to him? he’d love to become a vessel for your pleasure, a tool for you to use sexually. how good could you possibly be at making yourself cum? isn’t it better if someone else does that for you? you wouldn’t have to move a muscle if you didn’t want to. kai would give his body up to you in a heartbeat, do all the work and be content just watching you get off.

the idea that maybe you’d toy with his cock and give him some relief too is much more exciting, though. he wants your hand wrapped around his dick, pumping him like you’re greedy for his cum. he’d spill load after load into your hungry hands, laying back happily even if you overstimulate him for hours.

he whines as his high creeps over him. his hips start stuttering in their pace, fucking against your pillow more wildly. his ears are ringing, eyes clamped shut as he chases his orgasm. he thinks about you walking in and gasping at the sight, thinks of you pulling him by the hair until he tumbles off your bed. he imagines the disgust in your face, the tears in your eyes as you yell at him while he kneels at your feet. somehow, that’s the image that makes his hips stall, dick twitching as he releases his seed in his pants.

his chest heaves dramatically as he catches his breath. sweat makes his hair cling to his forehead, and a part of him feels gratified at the idea that his sweat will dry onto your bed, that you’ll be laying here tonight where he committed this heinous act.

what’s even more gratifying is when he fixes your pillow back on your bed, adjusting it nicely so nothing looks out of place. he sits there, staring at nothing in particular with a proud smile on his face. really, kai loves having you as his roommate.

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Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: In the dazzling chaos of the Monaco Grand Prix weekend, a surprise appearance from the past threatens to shake Amelie’s confidence and peace.

Wordcount: 5.6 k

Warnings: none

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May 24th, 2025 - Monte Carlo, Monaco

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f1wagsgossip: Amelie Dayman arriving at the Monaco GP paddock today 💐✨

Miss Dayman herself back in her natural habitat — in heels, glam, and giving Monaco MAIN CHARACTER energy. The hair, the walk, the look?? She’s not here to play, she’s here to slay (and maybe distract a certain someone before quali 👀)

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chaoticwags: lando locking in p1 just bc he saw her walk in like that 😭 → norisimp: @chaoticwags he saw the brunette bombshell and remembered his purpose 💅 → gridgirlies: @chaoticwags he’s not racing, he’s fighting for his life rn 😭

ameliesno1fan: if i was lando i’d be kissing her feet rn no bc that entrance was OSCAR worthy → chaoticwags: @ameliesno1fan he probs already did that last night 😵‍💫 → wifeylan: @chaoticwags canon.

lanxmeliecore: Lando is not making eye contact with anyone but her and it shows 💀 → helmettales: @lanxmeliecore man’s locked in on his real trophy 😭

lanmelieupdates: amelie touching down in the paddock like a runway model??? lando stay focused pls 😭 → paddockclownery: @lanmelieupdates he’s using every brain cell not to trip in front of her rn

f1hotmess: magui showing up to the paddock the same day is WILDLY unserious → helmetbby: @f1hotmess girl the timing is insane i smell drama and hairspray

softlanmelie: imagine being magui seeing THAT walk in… i’d simply leave → paddocktea: @softlanmelie no bc Amelie’s heels alone ended that whole storyline

wifeyworn: Lando saw her and forgot what gear he was in 😭 → lanmelifan69: @wifeyworn he’s been stuck in “in love” since miami

gridglamour: Amelie owning the paddock like she built it herself 💅

gridtensionnn: magui in the paddock while amelie’s out here looking like monaco royalty?? someone call hbo → dramaonthegrid: @gridtensionnn this season of Drive to Survive writing itself i fear 😭

ameliewifed: THE STRUT. THE SUNGLASSES. THE HAIR. she didn’t walk she glided → paddockpower: @ameliewifed magui could never sorry not sorry

teawiththelads: not Lando ignoring the engineers cause she showed up mid-briefing 😭

yachtseason: she’s not just attending the GP, she IS the GP → lanlovr4ever: @yachtseason everyone else is just racing around HER

lanmeliedaily: Lando gonna post her later with a caption like “lucky me” just wait → paddockheartthrob: @lanmeliedaily and we’re gonna scream like it’s the first time 😭💘

brunettebarbie: brunette Amelie in Monaco… it’s giving ✨final boss energy✨ → lanlovr: @brunettebarbie lando’s ACTUALLY fighting for his life and the championship now

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The Monaco sun was as unforgiving as the press that clung to every corner of the paddock, and Amelie’s sunglasses weren’t doing much to protect her from either. She adjusted them anyway, fingers grazing the delicate chain hanging from her neck—the one Lando had given her in Japan when she told him his new hoodie design was “kind of ugly, but he looked hot in it.” He’d kissed her so hard for that one.

She smiled to herself, walking between the team garages, the buzz of activity—power tools, shouting engineers, the low hum of engines—thrumming in the air like a second heartbeat. On either side of her, Cisca and Adam Norris flanked her like proud but casual escorts, dressed effortlessly chic, both beaming as if she were already family. Well. She basically was.

Amelie wore a hot pink flower dress, her hair loosely falling against her back. She looked like Monaco royalty without even trying. Cameras had definitely noticed. But all she cared about was seeing her boyfriend—her stupid, ridiculous, annoyingly hot boyfriend.

—You nervous for quali?— Adam asked, breaking through her thoughts.

—Not for him. For the Ferrari strategists, yes. For Lan? Never.— She grinned.

Cisca laughed softly, placing a gentle hand on Amelie’s back as they reached the narrow stairs leading to the McLaren Hospitality. Amelie stepped toward the first step—then suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist.

Hard.

Before she could react, she was yanked sideways, into a narrow alley between two stacks of hospitality containers. She barely had time to register what was happening before her instincts kicked in and her fist almost flew...

—Ames, bloody hell!— Lando yelped, catching her wrist mid-air, his eyes wide.

—What the fuck, Lan?!— she hissed, her heart thundering. —You nearly got punched in the dick. Are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack?—

He was breathless, grinning, all boyish charm and ruffled curls. His race suit was peeled halfway down, the fireproof top sticking to his torso. God help her.

—You were forgetting something,— he said, voice low and teasing, eyes sparkling as he jutted his lips toward her. —A proper send-off kiss. For luck.—

She raised a brow, folding her arms.

—You don’t deserve a kiss after dragging me like that, idiot.—

Lando pouted. Actually pouted.

—C’mon, Ames. I’ve been so good. I even let Benny steal my toast this morning.—

Amelie rolled her eyes, suppressing the smile threatening to burst through.

—That’s between you and Benny.—

—He growled at me.—

She giggled. Of course he did.

—Fine. One. But only ‘cause I like you a little.—

She leaned up and kissed him, quick and soft—just a peck. But Lando was faster, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, deepening it until her fingers were in his hair and her knees felt a little weak. His mouth moved over hers like he knew her in every lifetime. When they finally pulled back, flushed and breathless, Lando pressed his forehead against hers.

—You always kiss me like you’re saying goodbye,— he murmured.

—Maybe I just miss you a little too much, even when I’m with you,— she whispered back.

They stayed like that for a beat. Then Lando sighed dramatically.

—Okay, okay. Back to the real world. I’ve got to pretend I’m not obsessed with you for the next hour.—

—Good luck with that, simp.—

He smacked her ass lightly and she yelped, glaring at him.

—Rude!—

Lando was already grinning and jogging toward the garage.

—Worth it!—

Amelie huffed, cheeks pink, and smoothed her outfit before stepping back out. As she climbed the stairs to McLaren Hospitality, she felt her heart settle, still warm from him. The doors swung open and instantly—she knew.

All eyes were on her. Not in the sweet, friendly way she was used to. No. This was colder. Quieter. Calculating.

She blinked. Kept walking. Cisca and Adam were near the balcony, talking with someone blonde in a sharp suit. She made her way toward them, but just as she reached the hallway leading out to the terrace, a hand slipped around her arm.

—Come with me. Now.— Lily, Oscar’s girlfriend, whispered through a too-sweet smile, tugging Amelie toward the bar.

—What the fuck is happening?— Amelie muttered under her breath, confused.

Lily didn’t answer. She just smiled at the barista and ordered two iced lattes.

—Lily. Seriously. What the fuck?—

—Just… don’t turn around yet,— Lily said softly.

So of course, Amelie turned.

And froze.

Magui.

What the actual fuck.

Standing by the McLaren hospitality windows like she belonged there. Like she hadn’t fucked Lando over.

Magui looked right at her. Smiled.

Smiled.

Amelie’s stomach twisted. Her nails dug into the coffee cup in her hand.

No. Not today.

Not when everything had been so calm, so easy with Lando. Not when she’d finally let herself breathe a little again. Not when he had looked at her earlier like she was the only girl on this damn planet.

She took a slow breath.

Then turned to Lily.

—Tell Cisca and Adam I’m sorry. Tell them I’ll see them after quali. I’m watching from Ferrari.—

—Amelie—

—Please, Lils. I can’t. Not today.—

Lily nodded softly, eyes sympathetic. Amelie set her coffee down untouched and turned, walking out of McLaren with her head high and her jaw clenched.

She could feel Magui’s gaze on her back.

Let her look.

Let her wonder what it’s like to lose Lando Norris.

Because Amelie? She wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of falling apart. Not today.

Not ever again.

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f1gossipgrid: things are getting spicy in monaco 👀👀 Amelie was spotted watching quali from the Ferrari hospitality today — just hours after fans clocked Magui Corceiro hanging around McLaren 😬 the girlies are playing chess not checkers this weekend 🫣🍿

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chaoticwags: not amelie sitting in ferrari hospitality looking like she bouta drop the most savage verse of 2025 😭 → pitlaneprincess: @chaoticwags drop the album girl we’re READY 💅

lanmeliesupremacy: lando better be sprinting across the paddock w flowers rn bc she looked 2 secs away from burning monaco down

soft4lanmelie: her face said “try me one more time” and i believe her → maxchaosmode: @soft4lanmelie magui breathing the same air as her? yeah i’d be pissed too

amspaddockdiary: no smile. no peace. just vengeance. → notmclarenadmin: @amspaddockdiary someone get my girl a spritz and lando on a leash

speedyspicetea: not amelie choosing violence by sitting in ferrari with a straight face 💅 → lanmelifever: @speedyspicetea she said "i could smile, but i won’t"

gridgossipgirlie: why do i feel like she made eye contact with magui and didn’t blink 😭 → chaoticwags: @gridgossipgirlie girl she was channeling her inner villain era i fear

dramainthepaddock: someone check if lando’s sweating yet → lanmelieupdates: @dramainthepaddock he’s probably watching from the garage like 👁️👄👁️

lanmelieupdates: i just know lando saw that and texted her “where tf are you” in .02 seconds 💀

gridtea: she’s so real for switching teams when his ex pulled up → chaoticwags: @gridtea the power move of it all

amelieupdates: the way she’s visibly not having fun… where is lando. FIX IT KING → lanlover24: @amelieupdates bro probably stuck in media duties while his gf is beefing in silence 😭

paddockbabes: why is this giving “you told me she wouldn’t be here” energy 😭😭 → gridratbaby: @paddockbabes not the passive aggressive hospitality switch 💀

fanf1edits: all i’m saying is… if looks could kill magui would’ve dnf’d already

lanmelie4ever: you know it’s real when she chooses ferrari over mclaren out of spite → pitlaneprince: @lanmelie4ever lando crying in orange rn 🧡💔

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—So… are we gonna pretend you didn’t purposely exile yourself to Ferrari today or do you wanna spill?— Alex asked casually, sipping a lemonade with her sunglasses still on, legs crossed like she wasn’t waiting for the answer—but Amelie knew better.

They were sitting in a quiet corner of the Ferrari hospitality, overlooking the paddock as Monaco’s golden light started melting into late afternoon. Pascale had just gone to grab something sweet from the dessert table. It was peaceful, deceptively so. And Amelie’s silence was too loud for Alex to ignore.

Amelie shifted in her chair, fingers fiddling with the ring Lando gave her a few months ago — a tiny gold band with a small sapphire. She sighed.

—Fuck. Fine. You wanna know the truth? I saw her. Magui. In McLaren.—

Alex’s head whipped toward her, sunglasses coming down just enough to reveal the sharp raise of her eyebrow.

—Wait, what?—

—Yeah, I walked in with Lan’s parents and then suddenly Lily’s dragging me to the bar like it’s some covert op, and there she is. Blonde. Tanned. Perfect. Like she walked out of a goddamn Vogue cover to haunt my Saturday.—

Alex blinked in disbelief, processing the name, then scoffed.

—What the fuck is she doing here?—

—That’s what I asked Lily. She didn’t say a thing. Just... gave me coffee like that was gonna fix anything.—

Amelie dropped her head back against the chair, arms crossed. The pressure in her chest hadn’t let up since she walked out of there. Not even with the sea breeze and Alex’s presence. It still felt like her throat was tight, like her lungs couldn’t expand all the way.

Alex narrowed her eyes.

—You shouldn’t have left.—

—I didn’t wanna make a scene.—

—And what? Let her think she still has power? No, bitch. No. Tomorrow you're gonna walk your hot little ass into that hospitality, hold Lando’s hand, kiss his stupid mouth in front of everyone, and remind every blonde bitch who’s boss here.—

Amelie let out a watery laugh.

—You really think I can pull that off?—

—You dated a guy who simps for you so hard he flew from China to Milan on a whim. You can absolutely pull it off.—

Before Amelie could respond, the door swung open, and Charles stepped in, still in his white suit, unzipped halfway. His expression was unreadable—serious, a little broody. P2 looked good on paper, but it clearly wasn’t what he wanted today.

His gaze flicked around the room, landed on Alex and Pascale, and then...

—Amelie?—

Amelie froze.

Charles hadn’t seen her in Ferrari hospitality in months. Not since everything with Lando went public. Since she swapped red for papaya. The last thing she wanted was to explain herself, but Charles’s frown deepened immediately.

Alex gave him a subtle look. One he understood instantly.

Something was off.

He kissed his mum on the cheek, gave Alex a brief hug, and turned to Amelie.

—Come with me, chérie.—

—Charles, I...—

—Now.—

She sighed, knowing there was no point in fighting it. Charles Leclerc was sweet, charming, and most of the time chill—but when he got protective, there was no arguing.

They walked through the hallway in silence until they reached his driver’s room. He closed the door gently behind them. The quiet was suffocating.

Amelie bit her lip, looking at the floor. Her arms wrapped around herself like armor.

—You gonna tell me what happened, or do I have to call someone?—

That broke her. Not in a funny way. In the way that cracked something wide open inside her chest.

She didn’t even realize the tears were coming until her voice cracked and her shoulders trembled.

—I don’t know, Charles, I just… I walked in and she was there and it felt like… like I don’t know. And everything just got tight. And I...I haven’t felt that in a while. I was doing so well. With the food. With everything. And then she looked at me and I felt like I couldn’t fucking breathe.—

Her voice broke completely, and Charles was already there, pulling her into his arms.

—Hey. No. None of that. You’re okay. You’re safe. It’s just a bad moment, not a bad life, okay?—

She gripped his suit with shaking fingers.

—It’s stupid. I don’t even care about her. Not like that. But I feel so fucking uncomfortable in my own skin right now and I hate it, Charlie. I hate it.—

Charles rubbed her back in slow circles, grounding her.

—It’s not stupid. You were blindsided. And you’ve come so far, Amelie. You’re allowed to feel like shit sometimes. That doesn’t undo all the progress.—

She sniffled, wiping under her eyes.

—I didn’t wanna cry.—

— You always cry with me, don’t lie.—

That made her huff a breath that was almost a laugh.

—Shut up.—

He grinned.

—There’s the attitude.—

She stepped back, eyes still glassy but steadier.

—Thanks, Charlie.—

—Anytime, chérie. But tomorrow… don’t run. You belong there more than anyone.—

Amelie nodded, biting her lip. She didn’t say anything, but the look in her eyes said enough.

Tomorrow, she’d walk back into that hospitality and remind every single person exactly who the hell she was. Especially Magui.

But for now, she let herself breathe. Just a little.

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f1gossipgrid: Amelie via IG stories serving yachtcore Barbie realness in her pink dress after the Monaco GP 💖💅 girl said qualy day but make it fashion. the prettiest wag in the paddock and on the water 🛥️✨

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lanmeliesupremacy: she’s not on a yacht. she’s on a throne 😭

f1gfdiaries: pink dress + monaco + yacht = WAG OF THE YEAR 🔥 → paddockbabes: @f1gfdiaries let’s be honest she’s been wag of the century since miami last year

lanmelieupdates: lando locking in P1 just to flex for yacht girl gf 😭 → gridgirlz: @lanmelieupdates he said “she watched from ferrari, now watch me go faster” 💀 → ameliesbrows: @lanmelieupdates i would’ve flown off the track trying to impress her in that dress ngl

f1wagscentral: amelie in that pink dress?? lando didn’t even need DRS, he had motivation → softforlando: @f1wagscentral fastest lap powered by love and delusion 💕

norilover88: lando seeing magui in mclaren and amelie in ferrari like 😐 → chaoticwags: @norilover88 he’s on the radio like “can someone swap the wags?” → wags4life: @norilover88 pls he’s fighting for his LIFE

ameliecore: she looked mad earlier but now she’s sipping rosé on a yacht like a queen → lanmelieslut: @ameliecore the mood swings are sponsored by monaco ✨

f1gossipgirl: not her outshining the entire grid just by standing there 😭 → amsfan420: @f1gossipgirl she’s not even trying bro she’s just built like that

ameliesarmy: pink dress slaps harder than lando’s overtakes 😍 → lanbabe101: @ameliesarmy outfit got me wanting to see her on the podium too

gridgossip: magui at mclaren but amelie at ferrari?? dramaaaa → lanmelieforever: @gridgossip lando holding it down like “she’s mine, chill”

pitstoppatrol: yacht vibes, pink dress, and lando’s girl?? Monaco just peaked

lanmeliefansunite: no way anyone steals her from him now, he’s literally got a hand on her everywhere → chaoticwags: @lanmeliefansunite “hands on the prize” is their new motto 😭

f1queenbee: pink dress slaps harder than lando’s last lap omg → gridchic: @f1queenbee pink power move, watch out monaco

paddockdrama: magui at mclaren, amelie at ferrari, lando stuck in between like ??? → lanmielover: @paddockdrama lando probably wishes he had DRS for this mess

no1trollzone: can’t believe ppl forgetting lando has p1 potential AND a stunning girlfriend in pink? → chaoticwags: @no1trollzone they’re both winning, just different podiums

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The radio crackled faintly through the McLaren motorhome’s glass door as Lando stepped inside, his bag of takeout in hand, the weight of qualifying P1 still buzzing in his chest. He was fresh from the showers and dressed comfortably, ready for one thing: to go home. To see Amelie. The only person he wanted after a long day locked in the whirlwind of the track and flashing cameras.

But the place was quiet. Too quiet.

He dropped the bag on the counter and scanned the common area, eyes darting through the dim, expecting to see her. But she was nowhere.

Then, from the hallway, he spotted his parents, their faces bright but tense. Relief flooded him—familiarity. He made his way toward them, heart lifting.

And then, like a shadow he wished to ignore, there was Magui.

Lando’s stomach clenched. His parents moved to hug him, warm and grounding, but Magui stepped forward with that too-bright smile and arms open wide. Lando awkwardly returned the hug, stiff and uneasy.

—Where’s Amelie?— he asked, voice low.

His mother’s smile flickered, but his father answered gently.

—She wasn’t feeling well before qualifying. Said she was going to the Ferrari motorhome.—

Magui’s voice dripped with saccharine sarcasm, clearly not meant to soothe.

—Oh, poor her. Must be so hard to miss all this excitement from over there.—

Lando’s jaw tightened. He knew exactly what she was doing. Planting seeds, trying to get under his skin.

—Right, well… thanks.— He didn’t wait for a response. Instead, he turned and pushed open the motorhome door, stepping back out into the paddock.

The paddock buzzed in the golden hour—soft chatter, camera flashes, the distant whirr of generators—but Lando barely heard it. His strides were sharp, purposeful, the takeout bag still swinging at his side as he cut through the crowd like a current against the tide.

His mind was already halfway to her.

He shouldn’t have let her go alone. Should’ve noticed. Should’ve felt it when something was off. But he’d been too wrapped up in post-qualy adrenaline and media bullshit and...

He spotted the familiar red jackets up ahead and didn’t stop until he reached the Ferrari hospitality. The staff at the door blinked in surprise as he approached, eyes darting to the papaya logo on his jacket.

—Sorry, mate,— he said quickly, hands up in surrender, —I know I can’t come in. I’m just looking for Amelie.—

A beat. Then...

—Lando.—

He turned. Charles stood a few feet behind him, his hair still damp from the shower, polo slightly rumpled. He looked like he hadn’t taken a full breath since qualifying ended.

Lando’s heart kicked.

—Have you seen her?— he asked, tone already frayed with worry.

Charles’s expression softened. And that alone made Lando’s pulse stutter.

—She’s not here anymore. She left a little while ago with Alex and my mum. They went to the yacht. She hadn’t eaten all day. Wasn’t really talking much.—

Lando exhaled, but it wasn’t relief. It was something heavier.

Charles motioned for Lando to follow.

—Come on. I’ll take you there.—

They walked in silence, footsteps echoing over pavement as they left the paddock behind. The Monaco sunset bathed the harbor in gold, yachts glinting like jewels. Lando kept one hand gripped around the takeout bag, knuckles tight. The other itched to reach for his phone, to call her, to just hear her voice—but he didn’t. Something told him she needed presence, not texts. And he needed to see her. To see with his own eyes that she was okay.

Because right now, nothing felt okay.

They reached the dock and removed their shoes, Charles dropping his with a practiced ease before nodding toward the familiar white yacht bobbing just ahead.

—She’s with my mum and the rest. They're having dinner. Or trying to.—

Lando followed him onto the gangway, barefoot and silent, heart hammering like he was approaching the starting grid again. But nothing could’ve prepared him for the way his chest cracked the moment he saw her.

Amelie.

She sat near Pascale, a plate in front of her mostly untouched. Her fingers toyed with a piece of bread, movements slow, absent. She smiled at something Pascale said, but her eyes...

Her eyes were red.

His throat tightened.

She had cried.

And still, even like this, she was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Their eyes met instantly across the deck.

Lando barely blinked as their gaze locked. Her body stiffened for a second like she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t—like feeling. But the second he stepped forward, something in her relaxed, even if just slightly.

He crossed the deck in a few long strides, past Pascale and Arthur, past Alex who gave him the smallest nod of encouragement. The takeout bag was still in his hand, swaying gently by his side.

When he reached her, he didn’t say anything at first. Just leaned down, brushed a kiss to the top of her head like a promise, and murmured softly, —Hey baby.—

Her eyes closed at the sound of his voice.

—Can you come with me for a minute?—

He offered his hand.

No hesitation. Her fingers slid into his like they always did—like muscle memory, like home. She gave a quiet excuse to the table, Pascale nodding warmly and squeezing her hand before letting her go.

Lando led Amelie carefully across the deck, their joined hands grounding them both. The yacht rocked gently beneath them, the sound of silverware and soft conversation behind them fading as they slipped toward the private cabin at the rear.

Once the door clicked shut, Amelie leaned back against it, her fingers still entwined with his.

He didn’t let go.

She gave him a soft smile—small, tired, real.

—P1. I should be throwing confetti at you or something.—

Lando let out a quiet huff, shaking his head. He cupped her face, thumbs brushing the hollows beneath her eyes where the skin was still a little pink.

—Right now, I couldn’t give less of a shit about that.—

Her breath caught.

—Lan…—

—Don’t— he said, voice low but firm —Don’t downplay what happened. I saw your eyes. I know you cried. And I know exactly why. And I’m so fucking sorry you had to deal with that on your own.—

She blinked fast, her throat bobbing.

—I didn’t want to ruin your day.—

—You could never ruin my day. You are my day.—

That undid her a little. Her fingers clutched his shirt, pressing her forehead into his chest. He held her like he always did—tight, safe, like the world outside the door could go to hell and he wouldn’t care as long as she was here.

—She’s not gonna be there anymore,— he whispered against her hair. —I’m going to talk to Zak and the team. After this weekend, she’s done. No more McLaren invites, no more media passes, no more fucking surprises.—

Amelie pulled back just enough to look up at him.

—You’d do that?—

—In a heartbeat.— His eyes burned with something fierce and protective. —You think I’m gonna let someone waltz into your space and make you feel small? Not a chance. You didn’t deserve that. You never deserve that.—

Her lips parted—words forming and dissolving too fast to catch. She didn’t need to say them. He already knew.

And maybe that’s why the kiss that followed wasn’t soft.

It was desperate.

Their mouths collided like it was the only way they knew how to breathe. Her hands slid into his hair, pulling him closer, and his arms wrapped around her waist like he couldn’t bear the thought of letting go again. The takeout bag hit the floor with a dull thump. The door was locked, the world forgotten.

His hands slid beneath the hem of her shirt, her fingers already finding the buttons of his, and for a moment, they both gave in to the ache, the tension, the overwhelming need to feel something that wasn’t confusion or insecurity.

But reality caught up.

Lando pulled back with a breathless groan, pressing his forehead against hers.

—Fuck. We shouldn’t. Not here. Not in Charles’s mum’s yacht.—

She laughed softly, breath mingling with his.

—I know. I know. God, I just…—

—I know.—

They stood there for a beat, hearts pounding, still tangled in each other. Then, slowly, Lando knelt down, picked up the bag from the floor, and opened it.

—Truffle fries, veggie dumplings, those stupid little bao buns you love. And a chocolate tart I had to bribe someone for.—

Her eyes went wide, and a little shine returned to them.

—You really did all that?—

—I was planning to feed you like a queen at home, yeah. Still am, if you’re up for it.—

She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper.

—I’m more than ready to go home. Just us.—

Lando grinned.

—Good. ‘Cause I’m kidnapping you the second we step off this boat.—

She rolled her eyes but smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.

—Let’s go home, Lan.—

And with fingers laced tight and takeout in hand, they slipped out of the cabin, back into the golden Monaco night—not looking back once.

Their apartment was dim when they stepped inside, the last streaks of sunset filtering through the curtains and bathing the living room in warm amber hues. Lando toed his shoes off by the door while Amelie, still in one of her oversized crewnecks, padded toward the kitchen with the bag of takeout swinging from her arm.

Benny meowed lazily from the windowsill, tail flicking, while Björn launched himself off the couch and tore across the hallway like a gremlin possessed.

—We’re keeping them out here,— Amelie called over her shoulder, eyes narrowing at the blur of fur. —They’re absolutely feral tonight.—

—Agreed,— Lando replied, chuckling as he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it on the armchair. —I love them, but I don’t trust Björn not to start chewing on my toe at 3am again.—

They shared an easy smile as Amelie brought out the food, setting it all on the coffee table. The TV clicked on, some random romcom she didn’t even register playing as she curled into the corner of the couch with her legs tucked under her. Lando sat close, thigh pressed against hers, head falling back with a soft sigh as he reached for a bao bun.

She watched him quietly for a moment, chin rested on her knuckles.

—You okay?—

Lando nodded, chewing slowly. But the way his eyes lingered on the screen without focus, the occasional twitch of his jaw—Amelie knew better.

Tomorrow was everything. Monaco. Pole. Pressure.

And Magui hadn’t helped.

So she took it upon herself to fix it. To give him the kind of peace only she could.

She leaned in and nuzzled his shoulder lightly, lips brushing the fabric of his shirt.

—Wanna talk about it? Or want me to talk about literally anything else to distract you? I can give a full TED Talk on why Björn is definitely plotting our deaths.—

Lando huffed a soft laugh, eyes finally flicking toward her.

—I’m okay. Just… my brain won’t shut off.—

—Then let me hijack it,— she murmured with a grin, tossing a dumpling into her mouth and dramatically chewing like it was the greatest thing she'd ever eaten. —Mmm. Sensational. You sure you don’t wanna become a chef after F1? I could be your sous-chef. Burn toast. Break blenders. Seduce the head chef. All the classics.—

He grinned, finally. A real one.

—You’d be the worst sous-chef of all time.—

—And you’d love every second of it.—

—Can’t deny that.—

They finished dinner slowly, her mission clear: keep his brain as far away from tomorrow as possible. He stretched out across the couch while she sprawled half on top of him, feet tangled and fingers brushing. The movie faded into background noise, just warmth and closeness taking over.

Eventually, she sat up with a sleepy sigh, yawning as she glanced toward the hallway.

—I’m gonna shower. You gonna go over your data stuff?—

He nodded, already reaching for his iPad.

—Yeah. Just for a bit.—

She kissed his forehead and disappeared down the hall, the sound of running water soon echoing faintly. Lando settled into the cushions, scrolling through his telemetry, noting sector times and tire degradation. But his mind drifted—again and again—to the girl humming off-key in the bathroom.

He was still scrolling when the door opened.

And there she was.

Hair damp, face fresh, wearing nothing but one of his old McLaren shirts that barely skimmed the tops of her thighs. His breath caught for the briefest second as she padded barefoot into the room and slid under the covers beside him.

—You’re still reading numbers. Babe,— she whispered, curling into him. —It’s bedtime. Monaco pole-sitters need sleep.—

—Can’t shut it off yet,— he murmured, brushing her knee with his thumb.

She frowned at the tension in his voice. The way his body was here but not really here.

And she couldn’t sleep if he couldn’t.

So she shifted, turning to face him, fingers threading gently through his curls. He hummed softly, eyes fluttering shut as she toyed with his hair, her nails scratching lightly at his scalp.

—I’m not gonna sleep if you’re still wired,— she whispered. —So now it’s my problem too.—

—Sorry, love,— he said, voice hoarse, lips grazing her forehead.

But it wasn’t enough. She could feel it in him—the pressure building like a storm behind his ribs. And something inside her itched to draw it out. To replace it.

So she kissed his jaw. Slowly. Then his cheek. Then his temple.

—Still thinking about tomorrow?— she whispered.

He nodded.

Amelie didn’t say another word.

Instead, she shifted, slow and purposeful, straddling his hips until she was sitting on top of him, her thighs bracketing his waist beneath the sheets. Lando’s eyes opened instantly, pupils dilating at the sight of her above him, moonlight casting soft shadows across her cheekbones.

Her hands cupped his face, thumbs brushing over the stubble along his jaw.

—I need you to focus on me now,— she murmured.

And then she kissed him.

Deep. Intentional. Like every brush of her lips was a command to pull him out of his own head.

He groaned into her mouth, hands instinctively finding her hips beneath the blanket, grounding himself in the feel of her, the taste of her. She shifted slightly, just enough to make him hiss between his teeth.

But she wasn’t done.

Amelie pulled back just enough to meet his eyes.

And then her lips dipped to his neck.

Lando's breath caught.

—Ames…—

She shushed him, kissing beneath his ear, then lower—just where his pulse beat strongest.

And she bit.

—Jesus Christ—

—She wants to play dirty, I’ll play dirtier,— Amelie muttered against his throat, kissing the red bloom already forming before moving to the other side.

He groaned, his grip on her hips tightening.

—You know I’ve got media duties in the morning.—

—I know.—

Another kiss. Another bite.

—And a race. Sponsors. FIA photos.—

—Mhm. You’ll look hot covered in proof you’re mine. Let her see.—

Lando’s head fell back against the pillow with a sharp breath, and Amelie just kept going, leaving a constellation of hickeys from his jaw to his collarbone. She didn’t care if the team stylist had to panic tomorrow. Or if Magui’s eyes went wide when the cameras zoomed in.

Let her see.

Let them all see.

He was hers.

And maybe, just maybe, she’d sleep better knowing that was unmistakably clear.

By the time she finally pulled back, Lando was breathless, wrecked, his eyes half-lidded and hands roaming her thighs like he’d forgotten how to do anything else.

—You’re evil,— he whispered.

She grinned, tracing the marks she'd left.

—You love it.—

—God help me, I really do.—

They didn’t say much after that.

Eventually, she rolled off him and nestled into his side, her head resting against the chest now littered with bruises, her hand stroking his arm gently. Lando held her close, calmer now, his brain finally quiet. The glow of the city flickered beyond the windows, and the occasional distant meow from the hallway signaled their cats still hadn’t surrendered to sleep.

But inside their room, it was quiet. Warm.

Real.

—Goodnight, pole-sitter,— she whispered, already drifting.

And this time, Lando fell asleep first.

[luffyvace]

I need.....I NEED MORE SAIKI K X READER SHEWAS SCSKSB

I have been feed well by your small serie of saiki kusos x write reader 🤤

But may I request as saiki kusos w f!s/o who suddenly have makoto as a stalker?

(sorry if you don't understand this my first time requesting 😭😭)

AHHH IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED THE SERIES!!

that’s actually a great idea!! I’m super pumped to do this request! :)

Don’t worry I know just what ya mean!

⚠️stalking warning,⚠️ before I start, if I may 😵‍💫

💛

Saiki will know right away when he starts stalking you-

And ngl this is the perfect chance to get rid of him 😈🙏

just kidding! But seriously, he let go of all the times makoto’s annoyed him in the past, but now that’s he’s an issue with you? His girlfriend? The one girl he can actually tolerate, scratch that, loves??

yeah no buddy this one’s not gonna slide

unfortunately he cant punch him bc 1) Saiki’s too strong and 2) that’d draw a lot of attention to himself since Makoto is a celebrity

but what he can do?? Well, Plan A) pinch his cheeks till they hurt and threaten him, Upgraded Plan A) disguise himself then pinch his cheeks, Plan B) keep scaring the crap out of him every time he tries to follow you, Plan C) calmly talk it out with him that you two are an item, Plan D) tell Teruhashi and use her love for Saiki to his advantage, getting her to tell her parents and stop her brother, Plan E) Publicly expose that freak or Plan F) tell you you have a stalker if you haven’t noticed, and if you have, go to the police

wow! what well thought out plans! :) most of them won’t work

heres why!

upgraded plan A is better than just plan A but it will ultimately still draw attention

plan c is unlikely to work seeing as though how creepy that guy is, plus he doesn’t like Saiki

As of plan d Teruhashi can hardly stop him from being a creep to HER (😭⁉️) and i don’t know how well the parents will care, especially if he’s making them money..😟

plan e….seems like it would be successful..buuut i feel he would just use his celebrity status to will the evidence away, like speaking out about how he would “never” do that and doing charity 🙄 plus the fan girls probably won’t believe some rando who uploads that on the internet over they’re fav 😒

ngl plan F is really reasonable and has one of the highest chance of working, but yet again, the celebrity card will strike and he could pay off the police so they don’t do crap abt it 🤦‍♀️😑

therefore! Plan B it is! Seems the most likely to work + Saiki can get his revenge in a practically harmless way! :3

Thanks to his powers (for once 😭) no one is likely to believe even the Makoto when he says a flying guy dropped a pile of dog crap on him 😏🤷‍♀️

and even if they did when he tries to explain the full story he’ll have to keep lying to keep the lie of him not stalking you alive 👎

but he still will tell you if your unaware tho!

he’s likely gonna be hesitant if he knows you’ll freak about abt it but you deserve to know. And ofc he can always keep you safe (thanks magic powers, for being useful for once!) but he also would want your parents to know so if Makoto tries something they can have a lead.

so yes ultimately he tells you, likely at his house, in his room, and he tries to break it to you as gently as possible but…there’s no easy way to take that kind of info 😬😟

if you get scared or cry he’ll tell you his plan to make him leave you alone, and he tells you to tell your parents too. Essentially trying to console you

if you choose to trust him and react a bit calmer, maybe still worried, he’d ask if you still wanna go out in public knowing this, and if yes he’ll accompany whenever and wherever he can, especially since Makoto won’t wanna come up to you while he’s there, thinking Saiki’s your boyfriend

he is

Also If Makoto does anything perverted as far as taking sus pictures of you or imagining weird things with those photos he’ll rip them up and make the paper and random things fly around in his room, every time

He probably breaks his phones/cameras too, even if he buys knew ones, as punishment

onto the final battle!

let’s say your walking home from school and Makoto is following you, your boyfriend is close behind you both, monitoring the situation for a good chance to strike. First, you cross the railroad to get home, but Makoto has to fall back so you don’t see him, but when it’s his turn to go? Oh no! The trains coming! Where’d that even come from? there was no train?! CRAP!- huh? Wait..the trains gone..thank goodness?! 😭

oh wait! He needs to catch up to you! Well at least he knows where you live and what route you take through research! He needs to catch up! HOLY CRAP! What’s a mob doing here?! Did a fan see him?? How’d they find him..no way, don’t tell me they’re gonna find out what he’s doing..NO DONT COME ANY CLOSer…? They’re running past him? Well I guess he is in disguise..wait, they were running to this arch nemesis and top competition?! 😠 seriously?! That guy over him??

he proceeds to head over there to show the ladies who they should really be drooling over 😏 WAIT- HE CANT REVEAL HIMSELF RIGHT NOW?!- what?…where’d his wig go? THE WIND BLEW IT OFF?! HOLY- HE’S ABOUT TO GET FOUND OUT🫨 RUN 😭 🏃

aw man he’s outta breath, what are the odds the wind would blow his wig off near a mob of fans?! Now he’s gotta be extra careful following you! And it’s already late! Actually..it’s pretty darn dark….dang it! You’re probably in your house by now! Oh well…maybe you still have your window open and he can get some pictures that way! 👍

uh..is he starting to hear a second pair of footsteps..? But..no one’s around..why’s it getting louder..?! UH, it’s getting more aggressive now 😥….okay that’s it! he’s running..!

dang it! It’s chasing him! No way he can lead this creep to your house! (Ironic huh) he’s gotta take a wrong turn!

man! What time is it?! Midnight?! Has he really been running that long??? Why’s this freak still chasing him? And who is it?!?

alright! He’ll take a turn into that alley and lose ‘em! Then he’ll make a ‘U’ back to your house! Although there’s no way to be sure if your still up or not :/

hey! The footsteps are gone! Maybe think he lost him! Alright! He’ll take another turn and go back to your place!

🏃🏃

right as he turns the corner?

Saiki:👹

Jump scare!

he immediately calls his manager while running away, thinking he’s either a mass muderer, a demon or a stalker! 😱

and the best part is? Nobody will believe him 😊

ngl Saiki probably won’t let this slide even a couple days after he finds out Makoto’s stalking you, he’s quick to act and stop him bc no.

Super Saiki to your rescue! 🦸🤩😎

Ngl you’re beautiful so I see what Makoto sees in you but…..dude. Don’t stalk your crush.

🌸💐🌺

hope you enjoyed your hcs! -Brook

[thef1diary]

HEAR ME OUT: mafia danny 😵‍💫 just thinking about him working for some important mafia family as either a personal bodyguard or a hired gun, and you being the daughter of a rival family…. maybe he’s sent to gather information on your family…….. and if he happens to snap a few pictures of you suntanning, then that’s his business and his alone 🫣

— a new idea?? I’m very intrigued nonnie. I like the idea of Daniel’s role as a hired gunman of the mafia (the most reputable gunnman thankyouverymuch) 18+ content below

Daniel wasn’t supposed to linger. His orders were clear: get in, gather intel, and leave without a trace. But the moment he scaled the fence of your family’s estate and found a vantage point overlooking the sun-drenched backyard, his mission took an unexpected—and utterly depraved—turn.

You were sprawled on a chaise lounge by the pool, the golden rays of the late afternoon sun kissing every inch of exposed skin. And God, there was a lot of it. The slinky bikini you wore could barely be called clothing, the triangular top stretched over your tits, leaving little to his imagination. Every slight movement threatened to spill your tits free, but you didn’t seem to care, casually adjusting the thin straps every now and then without urgency, as though the privacy of your family’s fortress made you untouchable.

Daniel’s camera roll started innocently enough—if snapping photos of the rival mafia’s princess in the most sinful swimwear imaginable could ever be called innocent. His pulse quickened as he captured the arch of your back, the curve of your hips, the sheen of sweat glistening on your abdomen. Each image made his mouth go dry, his focus narrowing on the screen of his phone.

He told himself it was for the job—something to distract or blackmail you with later, but the truth was far filthier.

Then, you moved, trailing your hand lazily down your stomach, and Daniel’s pulse skyrocketed. His finger hovered over the shutter as he watched your fingertips graze your pussy, lightly circling your clit, over the fabric of your bikini bottoms. His phone almost slipped from his grip. Fuck. He hadn’t planned for this.

He watched, frozen, as your hand disappeared under the thin fabric. A sharp intake of breath left your lips, and his own breath hitched in response. He should’ve turned away. He should’ve stopped. But instead, his thumb hit record.

The faint sound of your slick movements reached him even from his hidden spot, and his cock throbbed painfully against his pants. He adjusted the angle, zooming in to capture the way your hips rolled, your legs spreading slightly wider as you worked yourself. He could hear your muffled moans, breathy and soft, the kind of sound that made his chest tighten and his cock strain harder.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered under his breath, the words barely audible as he shifted uncomfortably, trying to relieve the growing ache in his pants.

You bit your lip, your brows furrowing in concentration as your fingers worked faster beneath the fabric. The sight of you unraveling in your backyard—so blissfully unaware that you were being watched—was the most obscene, most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Daniel’s free hand drifted to the bulge in his pants, pressing down against it as his breath grew uneven. His phone was still recording, capturing every gasp, every shiver of your body. His mind whispered weak excuses: This is just leverage. Something to use against you. But he knew, deep down, that he wouldn’t share this with anyone. These photos and videos weren’t for the mafia. They were for him.

Your moans grew louder, your head falling back against the lounge as your hips bucked upward, chasing your release. Daniel zoomed in further, his focus sharpening on the way your thighs trembled and your chest rose and fell with each gasping breath.

When you finally came, your whole body arched, a broken cry escaping your lips. The sound hit him like a punch to the gut, his own body responding in kind. He bit down hard on the inside of his cheek, his free hand gripping the base of his cock through his pants to stave off the inevitable.

He couldn’t stop himself from recording every second of your afterglow, the way your chest heaved and your fingers lazily trailed over your stomach, smearing the remnants of your cum. You looked utterly wrecked, completely oblivious to the fact that Daniel had captured it all.

The moment you stood and stretched, disappearing back into the house, Daniel let out a shaky breath, slipping his phone into his pocket. His fingers brushed against his hard cock, and he groaned quietly, already imagining the night ahead—when he’d be alone with his phone, reliving every sinful second, his hand sliding beneath his waistband to finish what you’d unintentionally started.

want more mafia!daniel? send me an ask with your filthiest thoughts and it’ll get answered during one of my dirty drabble days

[celestialgallaghers]

White Mustang: Thursday [18+]

hiiiii sorry this took me so long I've been super busy (also struggling with how to end this a bit tbh). This is the longest thing i've ever written 😵‍💫 i hope you guys like <3

Prelude | Saturday | Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday

Summary: You were younger then, and it was only a crush. Something harmless born in the long hours of a studio summer. But now Noel’s here, newly divorced and quieter then you remember, sharing a house on your family’s holiday. He’s more distant, harder to read, and somehow even more gorgeous with age. Suddenly the feelings you thought had faded are back in full force. But he’s still off limits… isn’t he?

Word count: 10k

Thursday 

You woke later than usual. The moment you shifted upright, a deep, dull ache pulsed between your legs. 

A Noel shaped ache.

It wasn’t painful. If anything, it was the kind of sore that lingered as a reminder. That you’d actually slept with him. That it hadn’t been some fever dream.

You padded into the kitchen, skin still humming from the night before. Noel stood at the stove with his back to you, pouring hot water over his tea. His T-shirt hung loose over his frame, hair still a bit mussed from sleep. 

Your heart kicked hard in your chest. 

And it wasn’t just because of how he looked. It was the sudden, searing memory of how he’d felt.

The muffled sounds he made when he came undone. The press of his weight as he pinned you to the mattress. The throb deep inside you still calling his name, demanding more.

He must’ve sensed you behind him. He glanced over his shoulder and caught your eyes with a soft smile.

“Morning,” he said, voice warm.

You stepped farther into the room. “Morning.”

He didn’t look away. And neither did you. There was something suspended in the silence between you, thick with memory. Like you were both daring the other to break it. To acknowledge what happened last night.

You crossed the room toward the cupboard near where he stood and gestured at it. 

He didn’t move aside.

So you stepped closer, reaching up past him for a bowl. Your hip just barely brushed against his. Almost accidental, but not really.

When you turned back, he was watching you. Close enough now that his scent curled around you. Something clean and faintly sweet. Something that clung to your sheets. Soaked into your skin.

You felt strangely vulnerable. Like prey who’d wandered back into the lion’s den.

Being close to him again, feeling his body heat, only served as a reminder of what it felt like to be totally enclosed in it, inside and out. It sent a shiver up your spine.

His eyes dropped to your mouth, lingered, then flicked up again.

He took a long sip of tea. “Need something?” he asked, voice low and knowing.

You swallowed thickly and had to look away. But not for long. Your eyes were drawn back to him immediately.

Silence stretched between you, weighted with last night and something fresh. Something threatening to stir again. 

His gaze was steady and unyielding, trailing over you like he was remembering every place his hands had touched. Every place his mouth had been.

It was like standing in the aftermath of a spark and wondering which of you would strike the next match.

You flushed hot under the intensity of it. Your gaze shifted to his mouth, biting your lower lip. Your head tilted up towards him. Just a fraction. Not nearly enough to initiate anything, but enough to show him you were willing. 

And that was when you saw them.

Faint marks near his collarbone, just below the edge of his shirt. Right where your mouth had been. You didn’t even remember leaving them. Hadn’t meant to. They must’ve just been a product of tension too big to hold in your body with nowhere else to put it but into his skin. 

They weren’t obvious, but you knew they were yours.

You reached up gently and tugged his collar aside, brushing your fingers over them.

He didn’t flinch. If anything, he leaned in. Just slightly. A soft breath escaped him, almost a sigh, as his eyes stayed locked on yours.

The moment felt so intimate it made your throat tighten.

You let your fingers fall away, smoothing his shirt back into place. You needed to get away from him before you did something colossally stupid.

You turned to the counter and poured cereal with hands that weren’t quite steady, trying to act like everything was normal. Like last night hadn’t changed anything.

But it had.

You sat at the table, not risking another look. Moments later, Emily shuffled into the kitchen. 

“Morning,” she mumbled through a yawn.

“Morning,” you and Noel said in unison, too evenly.

If Emily noticed, she didn’t say anything. She wandered toward the table, rounding behind you to sit. But then she stopped short.

“Woah—hold still a sec.”

Your stomach dropped.

Before you could react, she leaned closer, squinting at your shoulder. You stiffened as her fingers brushed aside the strap of your tank top. Just enough to reveal a faint, mottled mark. 

The bite Noel had given you.

“What is that?” she asked, her voice bright with curiosity and a spark of mischief.

Panic crept up your throat. Your eyes darted instinctively to Noel.

He didn’t look up. He didn’t move. Just stood frozen at the counter, tea in hand, like he wasn’t even there.

You swallowed hard, forcing a casual shrug as you turned away from Emily’s hand, scrambling to find an excuse. 

“Oh—um—it’s from one of the guys from the yacht,” you stammered.

Emily raised her eyebrows. “Seriously?”

You nodded a little too fast, shoveling cereal into your mouth as a distraction, hoping she’d let it go.

She didn’t.

“Looks like it got pretty rough,” she teased, grinning now.

You coughed out a dry laugh. “Yeah. I guess.”

She let out a low whistle and finally dropped into the chair beside you, resting her chin in her palm with a smug little smile.

“Well, good for you,” she said. “Not that I’m encouraging strange men to gnaw on you, but honestly? Thank god. I was starting to think you’d taken some sort of vow of celibacy.”

You shot her a look, cheeks flaming. Sure it had been a while, but she didn’t need to broadcast it. Especially not in his presence.

“Em,” you hissed, annoyance heavy in your tone.

She just grinned wider, unfazed. “Oh come on. I’m proud of you. Let loose a little more, would you?”

Then she turned, all mock-serious, and pointed a finger straight at Noel.

“And you. Since we’re on the topic, you’re next. You need to find someone too.”

Noel raised a single brow. His mouth twitched like he was fighting a smirk.

“I’m fine, thanks,” he said smoothly, voice dry. 

He brought his tea to his lips and took a long sip. His throat bobbed, jaw tense, but you could tell he was tuned in. Listening to every word.

Even as your skin burned from the attention, a small, strange warmth bloomed in your chest. Because he wasn’t looking for someone else. You knew it. You felt it.

Emily rolled her eyes and leaned back. ��You two are no fun.”

You risked a glance in Noel’s direction.

He was already watching you, his eyes lit with a private flicker of humor.

You smiled before you could stop yourself, heart kicking hard again.

Your dad joined the table not long after.

“Thought we’d do that trail up the mountain today,” he said, sliding his sunglasses onto his head as he reached for his coffee. “Supposed to be some great views.”

Emily perked up immediately. “Sounds good to me.”

You gave a small nod. “Sure.”

All eyes turned to Noel.

“I might sit this one out,” he said casually. “Could use a quiet day.”

Your heart sank. You knew it was silly. He hadn’t come here for you. He was here to rest, to get away. You understood that. But still…you were beginning to feel greedy with the time you had with him. Every second felt too good to give up.

Later, as you drifted toward your room, a strange feeling bloomed in your chest. When you returned a little while after, Emily and your dad were already outside, heading toward the car.

You lingered in the doorway, feet dragging. Just stalling. Hoping. You wanted a moment alone with Noel without having to ask for it.

“Not gonna make 'em wait all day, are you?”

His voice came soft from behind you.

You turned and found him leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching you.

“I just…” You trailed off with a shrug, your lips twitching into a faint pout before you could stop it. “I wish you were coming.”

He huffed a short laugh. “Not really my thing, love. Can you picture me hiking up a mountain?”

You smiled despite yourself, glancing away. “S’pose not.”

He pushed off the wall and stepped toward you. His hand slid low around your waist, settling at the small of your back as he gently guided you out of sight behind the doorway.

“C’mere,” he murmured, voice lower now.

Before you could speak, his mouth was on yours.

It was slow. Deep. Like he had all the time in the world. His hand spread firm across your back, drawing you closer as his tongue brushed into your mouth. A kiss meant to last. One that told you he wasn’t done.

By the time he pulled back, your knees were a bit weak.

His eyes lingered on your mouth, a satisfied curve tugging at his lips as his thumb brushed softly across your cheek.

“Don’t pout,” he said, his voice curling into a tease. “You’ll see me later. Promise.”

You just nodded, swallowing hard.

His thumb drifted lower, catching your bottom lip and tugging gently before letting go. Then he was gone. Slipping away like nothing had happened, maddeningly calm as always.

Part of you considered ditching your family, claiming the day to stay behind with him. But he’d said he wanted quiet. And you didn’t want to come off as clingy.

Finally, with effort, you turned and stepped outside.

Emily was already honking from the front seat, arm flung dramatically out the window like she’d been waiting hours.

The trail wound steadily upward, pine needles crunching beneath your boots. Morning sun filtered warm through the trees and Emily’s voice drifted ahead of you as she pointed something out to your dad near a break in the trees. 

You smiled faintly, half listening, but your mind was elsewhere.

You could still feel the echo of Noel on your lips. The weight of his hand at your back. The low heat that hadn’t dissipated. It was only getting worse. You tried to focus on the beauty around you, the rhythm of your footsteps. But staying present was getting harder by the minute.

There’d been something in the look he gave you when he’d promised later. Something that had settled deep in your bones. It was spawning a plethora of filthy thoughts. 

You shook your head as if it would clear them away. You really needed to focus before you tripped over a rock or veered off the trail entirely.

By midday, the trees thinned as you climbed higher, revealing scattered views through the valley below. At one of the lookouts, you all paused to catch your breath and snack. A soft breeze stirred the hair at the nape of your neck as you reached up to tighten your ponytail.

Your fingers brushed your shoulder. Right over the mark he’d left.

Your skin sparked under the touch.

Suddenly you were back in the moment he’d given it to you. His breath hot behind your ear, the curl of his fingers inside you, his hand over your mouth holding you still while your knees nearly gave out. The memory was so immediate, so physical, your whole body tensed in response.

You dropped your hand, glancing around quickly to make sure Emily hadn’t noticed.

She hadn’t.

But the memory clung to you. You found yourself aching to touch the mark again. To press into it, just to feel something that tethered you to that moment. Something to keep it fresh in your mind so you’d never forget it.

By the time you trudged back through the front door it was late afternoon. The house felt blissfully cool after the long hike. Your shirt clung to your back, skin damp and sticky. Your legs ached from the climb, but more than anything, you craved a shower.

You headed straight to the bathroom, peeling off your sweat damp clothes with a sigh of relief before stepping under the cool water. It ran over your heated skin, rinsing the trail dust from your limbs and unknotting the tight pull of your muscles. But it did nothing for the heat still faintly pulsing deep inside you.

You padded quietly back toward your room, towel wrapped around your frame. But the moment you pushed open your door, you stopped short.

Noel was there. Lounging on your bed. Casual as ever.

You clutched the towel higher over your chest, heart leaping into your throat. “Noel,” you hissed under your breath, glancing quickly over your shoulder toward the hallway. “What are you doing? You can’t just—”

“We’re fine,” he cut in smoothly. “They went down to the beach. I watched ’em head off. We’ve got time.”

He pushed off the bed and crossed the room in a few slow strides.

“You’re sure?” you asked, voice quieter now, pulse starting to pound fast and deep.

His mouth curled slightly, soft but unmistakably cocky. There was a glint in his eye. Like he knew exactly what had been running through your head all afternoon. 

“Positive,” he murmured.

He stopped in front of you. His hand lifted, fingers brushing along your collarbone, tracing the water still clinging to your skin. Then up, grazing the side of your neck, his thumb sweeping beneath your jaw.

“I told you I’d find you later, didn’t I?” he said, voice hushed and edged with something a bit rougher now. Something that made your breath catch.

Your stomach dipped, heat pooling fast. You knew he wanted you, but to be on the receiving end of his attention was something you still weren’t used to. The way his voice shifted, how his confidence bled so seamlessly into something so physical. 

You were powerless.

His head dipped, lips brushing against the damp skin of your neck, and your entire body shivered. Even the slightest graze of his mouth felt electric, like your skin was too sensitive to handle him. Reflexively, you tilted your head, giving him silent permission.

He kissed you there, slow and soft, his tongue flicking briefly against your skin. Then he dipped lower, dragging his teeth over the mark he’d left. The sting was sharp and sudden. You flinched with a small gasp, but he was already softening it with a kiss.

“Didn’t mean to get you that hard,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

You swallowed thickly. “I don’t mind,” you whispered. “Just wish it wasn’t somewhere so visible.”

He smiled against your throat, like he was remembering something. “So was all that Emily was saying earlier true?” he said, smug now. “Been a while, has it?”

You stiffened. His body was still pressed close, but a small knot of vulnerability slipped through the heat. His words weren’t cruel, but they hit a nerve. 

You didn’t respond at first. You felt exposed. Stupid for letting it get to you. Like not getting any in a while meant something about you. Like it was a mark of inexperience instead of circumstance. 

You looked away for a moment, pulse still racing. But you didn’t want to shrink under his touch. Not when he was the only thing that had made you feel alive in so long. So you swallowed the hesitation, lifted your eyes to his.

“That why you’re so reactive to me?” he continued. “You just needed to be touched, didn’t you?”

It landed harder than he probably meant it to.

“Dunno,” you said quietly. “Think it might just be you.”

You let the silence hang. Watched the way his eyes lingered on your mouth, then tilted your head, a slow smile creeping in.

“Something about you just gets to me.”

You leaned in slightly, your voice lower now, more intimate. “And don’t get me wrong, you’ve always been fit. But now?” Your eyes flicked slowly down to his mouth, then back up. “I mean fuck sexy doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

You saw the way his breath shifted. How his eyes traced your face, like he could already feel where this was heading.

“I can’t even look at you too long or I’ll find a new part to fantasize about,” you murmured. “Like your hands. God, your hands. Sometimes I don’t even notice I’m staring until it’s too late.”

His eyes darkened, lips parting slightly.

You bit your lip, grinning. “You’ve got no idea the things I think when you’re near me,” you added. “Filthy stuff. Doesn’t help the situation.”

Noel leaned back slightly, amused and clearly caught off guard by the boldness of your confession. His smile spread slow and sly.

“Oh really?” he said, voice low. “You think you’re the only one fighting off dirty thoughts do you?”

The image hit you like a blow. Noel, just as distracted, just as on edge. Your thighs clenched instinctively. You felt it in your stomach, low and pulsing.

You needed to know more. Needed to pull it out of him. “Yeah? Bet mine are dirtier.”

He arched a brow, intrigued. “Think you could outdo me in that department, do you?”

“Oh, I’ve got a very vivid imagination,” you whispered, like a secret you’d only just decided to share. “And you know it’s been a while for me. Anything’ll do it right now. Like I’ll catch the veins in your neck and just get hot all over. I mean, fuck…” you exhaled, a little breathless. “Feels like I’ve been wet constantly this entire week.”

That did something to him.

His gaze swept over your body again, lingering on all the spots not covered by your towel. His jaw tightened slightly, and his nostrils flared like he was trying not to react too much but failing.

“Oh, I have no doubt about that,” he said, voice rougher now. Deeper. “But I still doubt you could top me.”

“I dunno,” you said softly, eyes fixed on his. “Have to hear ‘em to believe it.”

“Ladies first,” he said, almost too calmly. You could hear the strain behind it.

He made a move to pull away, like he was handing the reins to you. But you didn’t back down. Your fingers reached out, brushing his belt buckle. You hooked your fingers in it and tugged him back in.

“Wanted to touch myself so bad those first few days,” you began softly, your words measured but purposeful. “But I held back. If I was gonna get off, I wanted you to be the one to make it happen.”

His breath hitched, almost imperceptibly.

“You have no idea how hard it was,” you went on. “Lying there at night, trying to sleep. I’d wake up aching. Couldn’t stop thinking about the way you looked at me. The way you talked to me. And I’d just... lie there. Dripping.”

You let that settle, let it weigh on him.

“Unbearable,” you added, almost to yourself.

Noel exhaled hard through his nose, his lips parting slightly. His eyes didn’t leave yours, but they were darker now. Hungrier.

“Not sure that beats mine,” he said, voice rasping low in his throat.

You raised your brows, waiting. Daring him.

“Hmm…” he mused, eyes flickering over your mouth. “Where to start.”

He was toying with you. Drawing it out. Like he knew exactly how badly you wanted to hear him say it.

“Nah,” he said, tone turning smug. “Might be too much for you.”

“C’mon,” you said, tugging lightly at his belt. “I showed you mine.”

The smirk faded. His eyes locked on yours with a new edge of seriousness as he leaned in, mouth grazing your ear, breath hot on your skin.

“I’ve thought about a lot of things,” he murmured. “But one thing I can’t stop thinking about…”

His voice dipped, hushed and rough.

“…is eating you out until you fall apart above me.”

A tremor tore through you, your breath catching in your throat. Your whole body went taut.

“That all?” you whispered, barely able to speak.

He chuckled, a deep, rough sound that vibrated against your skin. His mouth found your neck again, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses there, each one stoking the fire inside you.

“Not quite,” he murmured. “Thought of having you on every surface of this house. The kitchen. The pool. Bent over the table…”

His hands gripped your hips tightly, anchoring you in place as his mouth kept moving. 

“Anywhere,” he went on, “anything I could do to you to get you to scream my name. Over and over again…”

The words pulsed through you. Your thoughts scrambled. It was too much. You couldn’t take it anymore.

You grabbed his face and kissed him. Hard.

Your mouth crashed into his, and he groaned deep in his throat, kissing you back with equal force. He backed you against the wall without hesitation. The contact was hot and wild and messy, your bodies flush, only your towel separating you.

“I’ve thought about sneaking out to the couch,” you gasped between kisses, your hands fisting in his shirt. “Climbing into your lap and riding you so hard you can’t even speak.”

Noel’s grip tightened on your hips. “Thought about your mouth on me,” he rasped, breath coming hot against your mouth. “Thought about pushing you to the edge and stopping. Making you beg for it.”

His hands were everywhere now, roaming your body like he couldn’t get enough. And then your towel slipped. 

His hands had loosened it without even trying. It fell to the floor, pooling at your feet.

You stood before him, bare. Exposed. But the way he looked at you made you forget to be shy.

He took you in and made a sound low in his throat. Then he surged forward, kissing you again, this time with no pretense of control. Just pure need.

He was rougher now. His tongue swept into your mouth, claiming you. His hands gripped you as his body pressed you tighter to the wall, leaving no space between you.

You moaned into his mouth, fingers clawing at his back. And just when it felt like you couldn’t take another second of it, he broke away. 

Only to trail his lips lower. 

Down your neck. Your collarbone. Your chest.

His hands splayed possessively across your waist as his mouth kept pressing hot, open kisses against your skin.

Then he was on his knees.

He kissed your stomach. Then your hips. The sharp angle of your pelvis.

And then lower still.

He didn’t hesitate. Just shifted in closer, made space for himself, then hooked your leg over his shoulder. 

And then his mouth was on you.

Your head slammed back against the wall with a broken moan. Your hands flew to his shoulders for balance, but he had you. His grip on your thigh was keeping you firmly in place. Holding you open and steady as his tongue moved relentlessly.

Pleasure was sparking deep and fast, radiating up your spine. His mouth was hot against you dragging tremors from your core until you were twitching under the weight of it. You could hear your pulse pounding in your ears, could feel your breath catching on every rise of your chest. You were already losing it, and he hadn’t even really started.

You managed to glance down and the sight nearly destroyed you. Noel, on his knees, brows furrowed in deep concentration, his mouth buried between your legs. Like his one and only goal was to absolutely ruin you.

Your hand dropped to his hair, fingers fisting tight at the nape of his neck, needing something to hold onto as he drove you higher and higher. He looked up at you at that exact moment and smirked, his lips still wet and pressed against you. It made your stomach flip.

Then he slipped a finger inside you and began curling until he found a spot that made you gasp. He pulled back just long enough to add another, slipping it in alongside the first, working up a rhythm that made your knees weak. 

Then, eyes still locked on yours, he wrapped his mouth around your clit and sucked.

Hard.

Your whole body jolted.

“Fuck, Noel—” you choked out, voice cracking open.

He didn’t let up. His fingers kept moving in tandem with his mouth, wrecking you slowly. Thoroughly.

He was good. Astonishingly good. Like he knew every nerve, every spot, every single way to make you fall apart. The precise amount of pressure. The exact place to kiss. The rhythm that would leave you shaking. The angle that made your vision go white.

Your thighs trembled against him. Your breaths came in short, broken bursts, chest rising and falling too fast to keep pace. You couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. Could only buck against his mouth, chasing the wave already building, heat rolling wild and deep in your belly.

You were falling apart for him. Just like he wanted. Just like he’d pictured.

Your grip in his hair tightened. You pressed him closer, hips rolling shamelessly.

And he let you. Welcomed it. Wanted you to lose control. 

And then, god, he went deeper. Somehow. Tongue flicking just right, mouth locking over you with exquisite precision. And the tension inside you, tight and coiled, finally snapped.

You cried out, head hitting the wall behind you as you came hard against his mouth. Your whole body shook with the force of it. Legs trembling, thighs clamping down around his head, breath ripped from your lungs in waves.

He didn’t move. Just held you steady, fingers still deep, mouth gentle now.

And when your body finally started to come down, when the shaking slowed and your breathing found some weak, trembling rhythm again, you looked down at him.

The way he was looking at you made you shiver all over again. His lips were slick with you, his eyes dark and intense. It was the most devastating thing you’d ever seen.

He gently lifted your leg from his shoulder. But the moment he let go, your legs gave out completely. Your body started to slide down the wall.

He caught you halfway, his hands finding your waist as he rose. You ended up somewhere in between upright and collapsed, clinging to him, boneless and reeling. And as you breathed him in, your face came level with the thick outline pressing against the front of his shorts.

You stilled, swallowing hard. 

The sight of him still fully clothed while you were stripped bare, undone and dizzy with pleasure, sent another pulse of heat right through you.

You sank lower, instinct taking over. Your hands drifted down the length of his thighs, teasing. Your mouth brushed against him through his shorts, and he twitched under your lips, hot and hard. The fabric did nothing to hide the full weight of his arousal.

Noel hissed through his teeth, hips jerking away instinctively. But you followed. You mouthed over the thick shape of him, letting him feel your intent.

“Stop it,” he breathed out, but there was no conviction behind it.

“Why,” you hummed against him, your hands sliding up his thighs to guide him back against the wall as you moved.

“Because I said so,” he breathed, trying for authority, but it wavered. 

You looked up at him with a wicked glint. “You sure about that?”

One hand crept up between you, fingers dragging a light stroke up the length of him, teasing as you reached for his belt. 

He groaned, hips betraying him, pushing forward helplessly. “I…” He couldn’t seem to get words out as he watched you. 

You let the belt slide open, the metallic clink loud in the space between you. Then your fingers toyed with his zipper, dragging it down with maddening slowness.

“W-want to save myself,” he managed “For later. Tonight. When I can have you properly.”

You smiled, amused by the effort it took for him to string the words together. 

“Then don’t come,” you said simply. “I just want a taste.”

His mouth opened and closed like he wanted to argue, but was quickly losing his resolve. You were already easing his waistband down. 

His shorts fell to his thighs, and you freed him. Your breath caught for a second.

Face to face with him again and still you were awed.

You stared, unashamed. Dicks weren’t usually…pretty. But this one god. His was something else. Smooth, thick, perfectly pink at the tip, a prominent vein running up the length. A sight worth worshipping.

Your hand wrapped around the base, steadying him, and leaned in to lick a slow stripe up the length. The skin was hot beneath your tongue, and you felt him twitch at the contact.

He groaned, loud and desperate.

You licked again, slower, tracing the vein as it throbbed against your mouth. When you reached the head, you kissed it softly, looking up at him through your lashes.

He looked wrecked. 

Chest heaving. Pupils blown wide. You had him at your mercy. It was heady. Addictive. Made you feel powerful. Made you ache.

You leaned in again, lips parting to suck gently at the tip. You mouthed at it, slow and deep, feeling the slick heat of him on your tongue. It was soft and hot and tasted of him. You needed to remember this. Needed to commit every vein to memory.

“St-stop, m’gonna come,” he gasped, the words barely holding together.

You tightened your grip on the base and gave it a firm squeeze as he hissed. “No you won’t.”

The moan that ripped out of him turned to a broken whimper. His head thunked back against the wall, and he was panting, already shaking.

You dragged your tongue along him again, lapping at the bead of pre-come at the tip. You moaned at the taste, the sound vibrating through him.

Then he jerked violently. His hand pressed against your shoulder, shoving you away desperately.

“M’serious, I can’t—”

Your gaze snapped up. He was staring down at you, dazed, chest rising too fast, sweat beading along his brow. He looked like he was trying to hold onto something.

“Yes you can,” you whispered, your grip tightening again reflexively, “Just—”

But that was a mistake.

Because suddenly his eyes went wide and then he was coming with a wrecked moan. Hot, thick ropes spilled across your cheek and mouth, down your chin, his whole body shaking as he lost it.

You froze. 

That wasn’t supposed to happen.

You sat there for a moment, stunned, your mind slow to catch up. Then you looked up at him.

He stared back like he couldn’t believe what had just happened either. His expression was twisted with something between awe and horror. His mouth opened like he wanted to say something, but all that came out was a soft, broken sound.

It took him a moment to find his voice. “Fuck,” he panted. “I—I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” He turned his face like he wanted to look away, but he didn’t. Couldn’t.

His gaze kept drifting back to your face. To the mess he’d made of you. You saw the way his stomach clenched, as if the guilt and arousal were warring inside him. 

You blinked, dazed, and reached up to swipe a finger along your cheek. The mess was warm, sticky, and clung to your skin. You furrowed your brows as you looked at him again.

He was still shaking. Still trying to catch his breath.

“You just—you…” he exhaled, dragging a hand down his face. “It was too much.”

You blinked again, your mind still not fully back in your body. Your pulse thundered in your ears. The thought of him being so overwhelmed that he couldn’t help himself hit you hard. 

Something low and hot curled inside you. It stirred deep in your belly, the hunger dark and consuming. Arousal flared back to life, sharper now. More dangerous.

Before you could stop yourself, your mouth was on him again. Drawn back to the heat, the power of it, the taste still lingering on your tongue.

A sharp sound escaped him. A half moan, half gasp that blurred into something bordering on pain. His body jerked, and this time he really did push you away, more urgently than before. 

You paused, your hand still hovering in the space between you. You reached again, instinctively, but he stepped back fast, nearly stumbling over his own feet.

“Stop it,” he said, half laughing now, half scolding. “Jesus, you’re like a fuckin’ succubus.”

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling hard. “I’m not as young as you, y’know,” he added, shaking his head with a grin that was part affection, part disbelief. “Can’t just…go again and again.”

You blinked a few times, trying to clear whatever it was that’d just taken you over. 

“Right,” you said distantly. 

The mess cooling against your cheek broke you out of it, the sensation of it hitting all at once. 

You reached for your towel blindly, wiping at your face with shaky hands as your stomach fluttered with a strange mix of embarrassment and pride.

“Definitely need another shower now,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him.

He shot you a look, already catching on. “Don’t even say it,” he warned, smirking. “I can see where your head’s going.”

You made one last playful lunge toward him, hand reaching, both of you laughing now.

But before either of you could say another word, voices floated in from the open window. 

Familiar ones.

Emily. And your Dad. 

Your eyes snapped wide. They were back. Now.

The reality of the situation hit you. You were still completely naked. Still covered in his come.

You shot a panicked glance at Noel, then frantically yanked your door open, dashed across the hall to the bathroom, and slammed the door behind you.

You leaned back against the wall, heart pounding. All you could do now was hope that Noel, dazed and half dressed, had the wherewithal to get the hell out of your room before anyone saw.

Later that evening, everyone was worn out from the day's activities. No one had the energy left to cook or go out, so you all agreed on pizza delivery and cold drinks on the deck.

You grabbed a can of seltzer from the fridge on your way outside. As you sat down beside Emily and popped the tab, it hissed and sputtered violently, sending a sharp stream of fizz spraying across the table.

Right onto Noel.

He flinched as it splattered across the front of his shirt, blinking in surprise.

You froze, then let out a strangled little laugh. “Shit sorry. Didn’t think it was gonna burst like that.”

Noel looked down at the droplets on his chest, then up at you with a bemused smile, already dabbing at the fabric with a napkin. 

“Watch it,” he said with a playful edge in his voice.

You tried your best to suppress a laugh, the resemblance to before almost comical.

He caught the glint in your eyes and raised an eyebrow. “That was an accident, yeah?”

“Course,” you said innocently. 

Noel shook his head, laughing under his breath as he took a sip of his drink. A moment later, you felt the soft bump of his knee nudging yours under the table, a quiet retaliation. You nudged him back, careful not to let the others see. 

He gave you a look. One meant for you and you only.

It was starting to feel dangerously easy.

As the sun dipped lower, someone suggested heading to the beach for stargazing. You grabbed a hoodie on your way out. The night was already cool with ocean breeze.

On the sand, everyone settled onto a collection of blankets and towels. Emily and your dad took the middle, which left you and Noel on opposite ends. Close, but not close enough to touch. Maybe that was for the best.

The sky was clear tonight, stars on full display. The moon hung low and full, casting silver light over the ocean. It made everything feel quiet and impossibly vast.

You risked a glance over at Noel.

He was leaned back on one arm, face tilted toward the stars. The soft glow of moonlight caught the edge of his jaw. His expression was pensive, but peaceful. Soft. Beautiful.

Something in your chest caught.

He turned, catching your gaze. His lips lifted in a faint, knowing smile. You smiled back before quickly looking away, cheeks warm despite the breeze.

Emily was pointing out constellations now, her voice animated, and you listened half-heartedly, letting her chatter fill the quiet. Your mind drifted.

You were so happy. Ridiculously, almost childishly happy. This trip had unfolded like some impossible dream. If only you could go back and tell the girl who sat in that studio with too many feelings and nowhere to put them that one day he'd look at her like this.

You sat back, watching as Noel laughed softly at something your dad said. You felt suspended in time, like if you held your breath long enough, the moment wouldn’t end.

But the thought turned in your chest. Because now, reality was creeping in.

Tomorrow was your last full day. After that, the spell would break. You’d go back to your life. He’d go back to his.

The thought sent a pang through your chest, twisting something in your stomach. And worst of all you’d promised him no expectations. No messy endings. No strings.

That had been your idea. Your words. And you’d meant them. Or at least you thought you had.

But now, under a sky full of stars, the weight of that promise felt heavier than you’d expected.

You weren’t supposed to get attached. But you had.

You pushed the thought down. This wasn’t the time. You still had one more day. And you weren’t going to waste it grieving something that hadn’t ended yet.

There was still time. And for now, that had to be enough.

Eventually, everyone began drifting back up to the house. One by one, people peeled off. Emily stretched and announced she was exhausted, disappearing inside with a yawn. You lingered on the patio for a minute longer before standing.

Through the open door, you could see Noel and your dad in the kitchen, refilling their glasses and talking in low voices. You stepped inside, then hesitated. Part of you wanted to stay. The other part knew you shouldn’t.

“Night,” you said, your voice quiet but casual. 

Noel glanced up, meeting your eyes with a small smile.

“Night, love,” your dad called over his shoulder.

You walked down the hallway and slipped into your room, closing the door softly behind you.

You climbed into bed and tried to sleep, but your thoughts kept drifting. Your ears were tuned to the house. Listening for voices, for footsteps, for the sound of your dad heading up to bed. For the quiet shift that meant Noel was alone.

At some point you must’ve dozed off, because when you blinked awake again, the house was completely silent.

It was late. You lay there staring at the ceiling. A strange energy thrummed just under your skin.

You should’ve turned over and tried again for sleep. That would’ve been the sensible thing. But you didn’t. 

Quietly, you crept back into the hallway. You moved slowly, almost unsure of what you were doing until you reached the living room.

Noel was on the pull out couch, curled on his side. The blanket had twisted low on his hips. His face was slack and soft, lashes dark against his cheek. You hesitated, biting your lip. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he needed the rest.

But you knelt beside him anyway, drawn by something you couldn’t quite name. “Noel,” you whispered, barely audible.

He stirred, brows twitching, a low sound in his throat. “Hmm?”

You smiled, unable to help it. He looked so disoriented. All soft and sleepy looking. You wanted to crawl into his lap and kiss him senseless.

“Hey,” you whispered.

He blinked blearily at you. “What’re you doin’ up?”

“What do you think?” you said softly. A teasing edge, but your tone stayed gentle.

He shifted a little, propping himself up slightly. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“I did, actually,” you said. “But then I woke up. Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

That drew a soft laugh from him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Was thinking about earlier,” you murmured.

His eyes flicked to yours, more awake now. “Oh?”

He shifted upright slowly, sitting up against the back cushions.

“Mhm. You remember what I told you, right? About me sneaking out here?”

His lips twitched. “I do.”

You tilted your head. “Any objections?”

When he didn’t answer, you moved slowly, giving him every chance to stop you. Your knees pressed into the cushion as you slid gently into his lap, straddling him.

He let out a sharp, involuntary breath when you settled against him. His whole body tensed beneath you and yours immediately stilled, hands coming to rest on his shoulders.

“What?” you asked softly, brushing his jaw.

He exhaled, a quiet chuckle trembling through his chest. “Still a bit sensitive from earlier,” he murmured, voice low and raw. “Dunno if I’ve got another one in me, love.”

You paused, then shifted as if to move. “D’you want me to get off then?”

But before you could go far, his hands found your waist, firm and steady. He tugged you back down with a hoarse whisper.

“Didn’t say that.”

That quiet want in his voice lit something inside you. You leaned in, rolling your hips with the subtlest motion. “You sure?”

His breath hitched in his throat, but he didn’t speak.

So you leaned in close, lips grazing the shell of his ear. “Tell me to stop,” you whispered.

He didn’t. 

Instead, his grip on you tightened. His head tilted back slightly, exposing the long line of his throat. An invitation.

You dipped down to his neck, kissing softly, letting your lips skim the skin just below his jaw. Your fingers threaded into his hair, nails scraping lightly across his scalp. He let out a low sound deep in his chest and it vibrated against your lips, straight through your chest and down your spine. Your whole body clenched in response, the ache between your legs going sharp and insistent.

You’d gone to bed in nothing but an oversized shirt and underwear, and now that thin layer felt criminal. You could feel the heat of him beneath you, slowly stirring back to life under your touch. You were soaked through, the cotton of your underwear sticking to you, rubbing in all the right ways with every slow grind. You knew his sweats were probably damp from where you pressed together, but you didn’t care. If anything, the mess of it only made you needier.

Your clit throbbed at one perfect roll of your hips, and you sucked in a sharp breath. His hands shifted, pressing you down harder. You grinned into the crook of his neck when you felt him twitch beneath you, just the beginning of him hardening again. Slow, reluctant arousal building despite everything. 

He might have still been a bit raw, but your body against his, your presence, your need…it pulled him back in.

“There we are,” you murmured against his throat, a smirk curling at the edge of your voice. “See? You’re not that old.”

He let out a choked laugh, somewhere between a moan and a warning. “Watch it,” he said, voice rough. “This could still take a turn.”

“Noted,” you whispered, lips finding his finally. You let yourself sink into him, pressing him deeper into the cushions. One hand slipped under his shirt, trailing up the curve of his back, savoring the heat of his skin. You kissed him deeper, tongue slipping smoothly into his mouth to explore the now familiar taste of him.

His hands slid to your ass, squeezing firmly, guiding your hips as you rocked against him. The pressure was maddening. Every pass dragged the wet cotton against your clit, every twitch of his body beneath yours was a new ignition point.

“I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day,” you murmured against his mouth, slowing your kisses so he’d have to chase them, breathing hot and uneven between words. “It’s like you’ve got me hypnotized or something.”

He smiled against your mouth. “You’re insatiable.”

You nipped his lip gently, teasing. “What can I say? I’m a virile young woman.”

He gave a warning squeeze to your hips. “Don’t mock me.”

“Me? Never,” you said, tone dripping with sarcasm.

He pulled you down harder against him, grinding his hips up into yours.

You gasped into his mouth, and he didn’t miss it. You could hear the smirk in his voice, felt it against your lips. “That’s what I thought.”

The dominance in his tone made your stomach flip. As much as it turned you on, you wanted to keep true to your promise and render him speechless. But right now, it felt like he had the upper hand.

Your hand slipped between your bodies, fingers skimming beneath the waistband of his sweats. You tugged the elastic down, just enough, and leaned back slightly so you could see him.

His cock sprang free, half-hard and already thickening. He sucked in a sharp breath the moment your fingers wrapped around him, the barest touch enough to make him twitch.

You kept your strokes featherlight, watching his face, careful not to overwhelm. His head dropped back, a shiver wracking through him. For a moment his hips lifted into your touch. But then he caught himself, jaw clenched like he was trying to talk himself down.

“We can’t,” he murmured, voice strained.“Not here.” But even as the words left his mouth, they sounded weak. 

You knew he was right. But neither of you moved.

Your eyes met his. His pupils were blown wide, lips parted, his throat working as he swallowed hard.

“I’ll be quiet if you are,” you whispered, lips barely brushing his.

He let out a laugh, but it came out strained. “You say that now.”

Part of you knew the smart thing to do was get up. Slide off his lap and drag him to your room like someone sane and clear headed. But the other part, drunk on heat and want, pulled him closer instead, chasing the contact you craved.

You dragged him slowly along the soaked cotton between your legs, grinding his length against where you ached the most. Even with the fabric still in place, the contact sent a violent shiver down your spine. You bit down on your lip, trying hard to keep quiet.

His eyes fluttered shut. You watched the way his chest rose with a deep breath, like he was weighing the risk against the ache inside him. His jaw clenched, and when he finally spoke, his voice was rough. 

“I might not be able to come again.”

Sure, biologically speaking, he had a point. Men his age had longer refractory periods. But some part of you wanted to challenge that. Shock another orgasm out of him. Just to see if you could.

A smile tugged at your lips as you leaned in close, brushing your nose against his. “That’s okay,” you whispered.

Then, nearer to his ear, your voice dropped. “But I can… right?”

You felt it ripple through him. The surrender. He shuddered beneath you, eyes squeezing shut as he nodded. “Go on then.”

You didn’t waste time. 

Your hand slid down, fingers trembling as you reached between your bodies. You pushed your panties aside and guided him to your entrance. You paused just a second, breath held, then began to sink down. There was still a faint burn as your body adjusted to the sheer size of him, but now you welcomed it because you knew what was coming. You knew how ecstatic it felt. How incredibly deep inside you he could reach.

Noel inhaled sharply, his hands flying to your hips. You felt every muscle in his body tense beneath you, his spine bowing slightly as you took him in, inch by slow inch.

“Jesus…” he whispered.

You pressed your forehead to his, breathing through your nose. Every nerve was alight, stretched thin with sensation. You eased down until he was fully inside you, leaving you dizzy. Both of you stilled, trembling against each other.

“Fuck,” you breathed, lips brushing his. You kissed him again, then carefully rolled your hips in a gentle, experimental motion.

The sound that escaped him was low and raw, groaned straight into your mouth. His lips faltered, no longer moving with yours, just resting open as if the feeling had knocked everything else out of him.

“Still think you won’t be able to come again?” you teased softly, a smirk behind the whisper.

He huffed out a breath that might’ve been a laugh, but it was wrecked. “Well, you can certainly give it your best shot.”

You smiled, then began to move. Slow and searching, chasing that perfect angle. A subtle shift and—oh. Pleasure radiated through you with a force that made you shiver. He was nestled against something deep, somewhere you’d never quite felt before. Your breath shuddered out of you, eyes squeezing shut as the sensation bloomed.

He could feel it too. In the way your entire body had jolted against him.

Your arms looped around his neck and your forehead dropped to his shoulder as you struggled to steady your breathing. Noel shifted his grip, one hand pressed against the small of your back and the other firm on your waist. 

You lifted your hips and sank down again, the movement punching a soft, gasping sound out of you. Your head spun. Eyes shut tight. Mouth slack as you tried to grind against him in the same rhythm, again and again.

It was almost unbearable. The way he filled you. The deep drag of him inside you. Every inch stroked that same hidden spot, until it felt like your body couldn’t take it—couldn’t comprehend it. The sensation was too good, almost too much.

The fact that he was the reason for this, this new, overwhelming feeling, was so insanely hot. No one else had ever made you feel like this. Only him.

“What was that you said about me being the speechless one?” he murmured, voice low and thick with satisfaction, spoken so close to your ear you could feel the vibration of it against your skin.

A ripple of irritation ran through you. Not at him, but at yourself. 

You’d been so lost in the way he felt, the intoxicating stretch and heat and fullness, that you’d forgotten the whole point of this. You were supposed to be in control. Supposed to be teasing him, dragging him under, reducing him to gasps and groans. But you’d been chasing your own pleasure, moving with reckless abandon, fucking yourself on him like you had no plan at all.

You considered giving up on it altogether. But then a vivid image flashed through your mind—Noel, completely undone, flushed and desperate beneath you—and something clicked.

You could still have it. You just needed to pull yourself together.

Your breaths came fast as you reeled yourself in, forcing your body to cooperate. But when you rolled your hips a little harder, he let out a strained, unexpected sound—a stifled whine that made you freeze.

Panic flared. You sat still, breathing hard.

“Fuck—Noel, am I hurting you? I can stop—”

“No,” he said quickly, almost too quickly, but his voice was tight. His hands gripped your waist tightly, holding you in place. He was shaking slightly, breaths coming in short, gasping bursts.

You hovered, unsure. Worry twisted sharply in your gut. You wanted to ruin him, yes, but not like this. Not in a way that left him gasping from something other than pleasure.

Your voice softened. “Tell me if it’s too much,” you said, searching his face.

He nodded tightly, eyes squeezed shut. “I’m fine,” he whispered, his voice frayed. “Just...slow.”

You leaned in and kissed him gently, your nose brushing his. You could do slow. 

You started again. Small movements. Carefully drawn out. Every roll of your hips was measured. Not just for his sake, but your own. The restraint made it feel more intense. Like every brush of friction was sharpened by how much you were holding back.

Gradually, his grip on you relaxed. He was still trembling, but able to breathe through it. You rocked over him, pleasure blooming steadily inside you. It spread from your core outward, sparking under your skin.

The soft sounds escaping you were muffled against his lips, breath hitching as the slow, inevitable build of release began to coil inside you. Every movement sent pleasure unfurling deep inside your gut, spreading like heat under your skin. You buried your face in his neck, moaning softly against him, breath hitching with every motion. 

Then, just when you were really starting to feel it, he opened his mouth.

“Christ,” he muttered roughly, “I said slow, not snaillike.”

You huffed out a broken laugh against his skin, but before you could snap back, his hands gripped your hips tighter, more sure now. His hips rose to meet yours with purpose—a hard upward thrust that made your breath catch in your throat. The shift in rhythm jolted through you like a shockwave.

Your hips stuttered against his. “Noel,” you breathed, barely coherent. Suddenly, you were acutely aware of how close you were. Right on the edge, trembling with it.

He made a sound low in his throat and thrust up into you again, finding that perfect spot inside you over and over again. Your whole body clenched in response, a cry catching in your throat. 

You tried to hold on for another second, to prolong it just a little longer, but your body didn’t give you the choice.

Your orgasm ripped through you, flooding your whole body. You gasped against his mouth, clinging to him, muscles locking down around him as you pulsed through it. 

“Fuck, fuck—” he gasped, voice high and breathless. 

Still shuddering through your release, you forced your eyes open. You needed to see him. And god, he was beautiful.

His face was screwed up in pleasure, head thrown back slightly. You felt another shiver just from the sight of him, causing you to clench tighter around him, and he choked on a breath.

“Oh—” 

And then he was coming, eyes squeezed tightly shut. You felt the exact second he gave in, every muscle seizing, hips stuttering as he spilled inside you. He gripped your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you down against him.

You held him as he shook through it. Part of you still buzzed with your own release, but another was roaring in satisfaction that he’d been able to get there again. Because of you. Your heart ached with the weight of that.

Carefully, you lifted yourself off of him, muscles sluggish and trembling. He flinched slightly as you passed over his oversensitive head, a sharp twitch of overstimulation, then collapsed back into the couch with a ragged sigh.

His eyes stayed shut, chest heaving. His skin was flushed, damp with sweat, brows still drawn faintly with the echoes of intensity. You watched him silently, still breathless and entirely undone yourself.

You felt it in your chest. That deep, strong urge to take care of him now. Like wrecking him wasn’t enough. You wanted to be the one to piece him back together too.

Your legs were shaky as you stood, thighs aching. You walked to the kitchen on unsteady feet and filled a glass of water with both hands, holding it like your body had forgotten how to do anything normally.

When you returned, he hadn’t moved an inch. He lay sprawled where you left him, head tilted toward the back of the couch, lips parted, completely boneless. You eased down beside him and brought the glass to his lips. 

He cracked one eye open, lids heavy, then let them fall again as he parted his mouth. You tipped the glass gently, careful not to spill. He drank a few small sips and gave you a weak, grateful smile.

“Thanks,” he rasped, voice hoarse.

You reached out to sweep damp hair away from his forehead, fingers combing through gently. “For the water or the sex?”

That drew a quiet laugh, though he winced mid-breath. “Both,” he murmured, his voice a little steadier now but still slurred with pleasure.

“You okay?” you asked softly.

He nodded slowly, eyes still closed. “Yeah. Just…not as young as I used to be,” he muttered, still trying to be cheeky through the haze.

You smiled, gaze flicking down before you could stop yourself. He still hadn’t tucked himself back in, his softening cock resting against his thigh, flushed and slick from you. Without thinking, your hand moved toward him, wanting to help, to fuss—

But he caught your wrist, fast despite the fact that he looked half-dead.

“No,” he said, mock-stern. “You’re not allowed to touch it again for at least 24 hours.”

You gave a small, exaggerated pout. “Guess I’ll have to go easy on you tomorrow then.”

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “You better. You’ve done me in,” he said, resting his hand on your thigh and giving it an affectionate squeeze.

“Oh, I’ll be at your beck and call,” you said, voice all sugar and warmth now, almost affectionate.

He raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth curling into something sly. “Yeah? Better be good and do everything I ask,” he said, fingers tightening on your leg.

You leaned in and kissed his temple, lips lingering against damp skin. “You know I will.”

He hummed, low and content, and tugged you into him. You curled instinctively against his side, cheek to his shoulder, hand settling over his heart. Strangely, after all that, this was the part that felt too intimate. Something lovers would do. But you hadn’t even thought about it. And now, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your palm, it just felt right.

Neither of you spoke. There wasn’t anything left to say. You just breathed together, letting your bodies loosen and your breath find its rhythm again.

Minutes passed. Eventually, when you tilted your head up, you found him out cold. Eyes closed, mouth parted just slightly.

You smiled to yourself, easing his arm off your waist and helping guide his body flat against the cushions. He didn’t even stir. His body gave in without resistance. 

You bent to kiss the top of his head, breathing him in—sex and shampoo—and let your lips linger there a moment longer than necessary. You didn’t want to leave the warmth of him.

At the doorway, you turned and looked back.

He hadn’t moved. Still draped across the couch, chest rising slow and even. One arm stretched lazily across the space where your body had just been, fingers curled slightly like he hadn’t registered you were gone. The usual tension in his face was nowhere to be found. He looked soft now. Younger.

Your heart clenched at the sight. But something else stirred too. Something heavier. The kind of feeling you didn’t dare name. Not right now.

You stood there for a moment longer, not moving, afraid that if you did, it might catch up with you. Maybe it was nothing. Just the haze of afterglow. The warmth of someone who’d made you feel good.

Or maybe it was something else. Something you weren’t ready to admit. The thought lodged in your chest like a warning.

You turned down the hallway, the silence of the house wrapping around you too tightly. You still felt him everywhere. On your skin, in the ache of your thighs. And deeper still, in a place you hadn’t meant to let him touch. The place you couldn’t name. You didn’t know what it was, only that it felt like more. 

And that scared the shit out of you.

[vanyatas]

omg hii !! can you write a clapton smut where the reader (a girl) turns him into a pathetic whiny mess ? like overstim or violently riding him im begging you 😭 ik he seems to talk a lot when hes around ppl but i think he would be sooo obedient during intimate moments 😵‍💫

no ur so true say it with UR CHEST !!!! FUCK !!!!!!!

EDGING.

Clapton davis x Fem.Reader

tags: Whiny Clapton (😋), Blowjob/Handjob, Dom Reader (MUAHAHAHAH), Edging, Overstimulation, Begging, Cum eating.

Always let me know if i forgot anything!!

Clapton Davis was probably the most popular guy in school, Already naturally gorgeous, Laid back hipster with no fucks to give, Kind and charismatic, it’s hard not to be when it comes to him naturally, Bold and optimistic, usually just confident all around.

He knew all of this about himself but. Here he is out of breath, tears threatening to leak out of his eyes, gripping onto your forearm as you’re repeatedly swiping your thumb across his already pleading cock head. Whines and whimpers, Pleads and cries for you to just let him cum as he’s doing everything in his will not to twitch and thrash around.

He remembers how he got here, he remembers hearing the teacher praise you about how you have the highest test scores of everyone in the class. How his ears rang when Mr.Kendall said Clapton should start taking after You.

At the time he was too busy trying to make Ione laugh and trying to impress her. Lighting the beaker in front of him, just for the fire alarm to go off and soaking the entire class in water.

At first he just laughed. It was a bit silly even if he knew something stupid, Then a bright smile etched his features as their teacher placed the graded test on his soaking wet desk. A blocky A was shining directly in his eyes. “Woah an A, Thank you!!” However as soon as he spoke those words the teacher leaned down to erase it into an F.

A defeated look replaced his features. His eyes lingered over to you as you try to wring out your jacket and save your homework and papers.

Another smile fell onto his face, The bell rang and he skipped his way over to you, a slightly startled expression he was met with.

Conversing with you, his mind was stuck on one thing. This was going to be too easy.

Yet here he is, Notes and practice tests scattered across the bed and floor as he’s staring directly at you. His mouth was completely soaked from his own drool, No matter how bad he wanted to cum it felt so fucking good being edged.

You’re cooing in his ear about how good he was doing and how gorgeous he looked being this slutty mess for you, your free hand wiped his drool away placing a kiss on his mouth and on his face.

Immediately he had reciprocated but stuffed his face in your neck, gripping onto your waist and your arm. “Mmmfmf Fuck Please. I wanna cum. I wanna cum so baddddd! Please please p-please let.” interrupted by his own loud whimper hiding his face deeper into your shoulder. “Y/N. Please ffuck. Please let me cum.”

His voice was strained, his neon teal shirt was soaked in his sweat. You’ve been at this for hours. He genuinely can’t believe he’s losing his mind over someone who he initially wanted to convince to cheat off of. You were pretty, You had the nicest voice ever, You were sweeter to him than any other girl he’s met. Easily he was slipped into this sort of submission after he kissed you. Felt your hands gently pawing at his chest and arms. Which lead you to your current situation.

“Clapton you’re doing so well for me.” You purred into his ear. Another swipe at his tip and he gasped grabbing at you tighter, if he even could. “You’ve held out for so long I think I can spare a bit of mercy.” you teased which made him feel even more light headed if he even could.

He felt you remove your hand off of his dick and he whined softly at the loss of contact. You gave him a small kiss on his nose and whispered. “Lay on your back.” he was at the start but he has found himself on his side trying to buck his hips into your hand.

Doing as he was told he felt his face get hot. He was still hard. It didn’t help to see you moving between his thighs which made him whine at just the sight. His body shivered as you started to place kisses against his length. One of his hand moved to hold your head very softly, just petting your hair and moving it out of your face. You were very pretty and he couldn’t help but bend to anything and everything you did.

Your hot mouth had encased itself around him and he let out a loud yelp. Your tongue softly flicked and moved around his weeping tip. “PleasePleasePlease Fuck.” he cried covering his eyes with his arm as his grip on your hair tightened. Tears spilled from his eyes, This feeling was too much but he didn’t want it to stop.

Your head bobbed lower taking in a majority of him in, with every move of your own he let out loud moans and pants, he doesn’t know how much more he could take.

You could tell, the way his hips bucked into your mouth out of instinct and his dick twitching and leaking unholy amounts of precum against your taste buds wasn’t unnoticed. You pulled your mouth off of him for just a second, soft kitten licks against him. “You can cum anytime you want gorgeous.” you whispered loud enough for him to hear, your mouth instantly wrapped back around him.

Clapton wasted no time, Gripping your head with both of his hands his eyes shakily stared at you as his bottom lip quivered, “Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Oh my god!” he basically shouted out as he finally was able to finish. he threw his head back and let out a soft whimper almost filling your mouth too much.

Wiping away your drool you swallowed before pushing yourself up to lay right next to him. He was still breathless. you wrapped your arms around him which he, without a second of doubt shoved his face between your chest and curled into you.

This made you giggle softly, stroking the back of his hair you kissed him all over his head which he leaned back to let you kiss his face, placing a million everywhere he just smiled at you lazily obviously exhausted from the relentless teasing you gave him.

“Can we study tomorrow? I’m so tired dude.”

Another giggle.

“Of course Clapton.”

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i need him so fucking bad chat i want him to skate across my mouth with HIS.

[hanasnx]

i desperately need more thoughts and ideas about baby daddy!anakin bcos why has that never crossed my mind??? that sounds so 😵‍💫

baby daddy!anakin.

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: isnt it so 🫠 WARNINGS: f!reader | baby daddy!anakin | toxic behavior | sexual content: smut but not too in depth | kinks: breeding, degradation | jealousy | you and anakin have a son together | no y/n

! ── You aren't married to ANAKIN SKYWALKER, even if he asked you— begged you to. It's not the right move, it's not what you want, and you won't let him bully you into doing "the smart thing" as he calls it. It's partly his fault you got knocked up, and he's acting as if marriage will magically solve it. He's not the kind of person you can share a life with, and you're not comfortable seeing him as often as you have to when you trade off your son to him. He's learned some boundaries, keeping his distance. Unfortunately, you fell for him and all his crazy tendencies. So it was more than difficult for him to sweep them under the rug when you two split. He noted how you responded negatively to when he came over unannounced, saying it was because he missed his son, when that was guise to see you. You responded even worse when he'd barged in after he threatened to break down the door. So he learned that he won't get what he wants when he does them. Even though, at one point, you liked those things about him. You liked that he took what he wanted, and now he has to repress those urges in order to be allowed visitation to his son at all.

! ── Of course, there are things you miss about him. You don't like the idea of teaching anyone how to please you, so the easiest thing is to ask him for his assistance since he's already an expert in the field. After heavy debate, you decide to call him after a bad date. “Hello? Is everything alright?” he demands into the receiver. This untimely hour could only be explained by an emergency, and his first thought is something happened to his son. “Hey.” your response on the other line is a sigh. “Everything’s fine. Can you come over?”

! ── Once the floodgates open, it takes no time at all to unravel each other. He knew he missed you, but he didn’t realize how much until you’re a quivering mess underneath him. Your dress having been hastily ridden up around your waist so he can twist your body to meet his needs, folding your legs up as he leans on you. That fat cock you adore being driven into the deepest parts of you, kissing that spongy spot inside you exactly how you like it. No one can do it like him. As frustrating at it is. You're partly to blame for his infatuation, you can't stay away from him either. Letting him do this to you, fuck you like this, planting those seeds of need within you.

! ── When you and him first split, he couldn't know about the dates. You would avoid tipping him off about them at all costs, anything to evade his potent jealous rage. "You've walked with my child growing inside you. And some stranger thinks he lays claim over you? What about me? Does my hard work mean nothing? Must I do it again?" As if you'd make the same mistake twice, let him breed you for a second time so you're reliant on him again. Or worse, you'd make the same mistake with someone different. Does he think that little of you? You and him were just stupid kids when your son came into the picture. Neither of you knew what you were doing. You're smarter now... aren't you?

! ── Now you use your dates as leverage. Make him angry, make him fuck you harder, make him fuck you like he's never fucked you before. Talk shit about whatever guy you let hit before you called him to "clean up that fucker's mess." and how after this, you'll "kick him out like you always do. but you can't stay away from him long." He'll even degrade himself, "And I'll keep coming back too. You'll do the same damn thing next week, act like you want nothing to do with me. Treat me like a stray. Only to get soft and horny and call me to come give you a fix 'cause you can't do a thing for yourself. You're a fucking addict, you know? I'm tired of it. But I'll keep doing it, because I'm the only one who fucking will. Only one who can handle you, isn't that right?"

! ── When the entrance sounds familiarly, he opens the door to the bedroom. Shirtless, and black pants hanging low on his hips, he leaves you spent in your bed as your son gets inside and realizes who's over. Your son breaks from the babysitter's hand, sprinting towards him. "Dad!" he exclaims. He stoops, catching his son in his arms to scoop him up. "My love," he responds tenderly, cradling the back of his son's head as their cheeks press together. "You're here!" his son notes with awe. You can hear them through the walls, smacking your hand against your forehead. He wasn't supposed to let your son know he was here, the babysitter's early. Fuck, now your son is gonna insist he stay for dinner or something. That's exactly his plan, isn't it? Use your son to get closer to you.

[minheelovelee]

ayden has been bulking up lately and it's driving me crazy...............imagine the ego boost he'd get from u pointing out that he's bigger and broader and stronger and it turns u on 😵‍💫

(hot take i think he'd have a bit of a strength kink 🤭 he'd find it so cute if he could overpower u easily 🤭🤭🤭)

- 🍮

flanon i used to be the sub yejun lover, but ive come around to him being a bit more neutral and switch-y. he really is so naughty and funny, his ego can’t handle continuously being underneath you. yeahhh thank you anon!!

warnings: nsfw. dom!yejun. frnds2lvrs. oral (fem r).

word count: 1.6k

he's bigger. he's broader. he's even teetering on the line of being cockier. yejun's time at the gym has not gone to waste. his wardrobe struggles to keep up with the subtle chances of his figure. sleeves fit tighter, waistlines ride lower, and the busts seem to be stretching a bit thinner.

while he may be physically stronger, his shadow larger, and he's just so much hotter - you swear he's gotten stupider in the past year.

conversations that used to distract you from the worries of the world, pose a whole new threat. he's become such a tease - constantly poking fun at you, making your cheeks heat up, and stretching your patience thin.

it's not like you're completely innocent, you gladly return the favor and drive him crazy. your dynamic has changed, the friendship that was once easy is now laborious and tense.

despite all of his bad behavior, you can't deny the fact that he looks so good.

hanging out with yejun one on one was rare. you'll typically stick to seeing him in group meet ups. tonight - a saturday night - you hosted a handful of friends at your apartment. yejun drove alone, like usual. he'll typically bounce once he gets you too pissy to bring back down. it's not as fun when you're actually mad at him.

despite his antics, you put up with him all night. maybe it was a full moon tonight. or maybe it was the alcohol you'd consumed. either way, he ended up staying later than any of your other friends.

the others had left at least twenty minutes ago. take-out containers tossed, jackets claimed, and goodbyes shared. you'd just assumed yejun lead them out, not bothering to check in before leaving. turning around, you saw him sitting on the couch drinking whatever he had in his water bottle that moment.

you said nothing. you didn't need to. he was draped across the couch like he had nowhere better to be, enjoying the lack of people in the room.

that's how it's been for the past twenty minutes. you finished the last of your cleaning five minutes ago - pretending to busy yourself with clean dishes in the meantime.

every time you glance over at him, your pulse quickens. he looks unreal. the white shirt tight around his biceps and the black jeans adorning his muscular legs do him wonders. all that time he's joked about spending at the gym clearly wasn't a joke. you can see that now. it's been messing with you all night.

he finally speaks after watching you do a whole lot of nothing for too long. "you're quiet." he says lowly. "thinking too hard?"

you keep your back turned toward him. "no. just tired." a lie.

he hums quietly. had anyone else been there, you might not have heard it. "you've been staring at me all night."

your body freezes, not trusting where this is going.

you turn your head back toward him, slowly. "i have not." another lie.

he's already sporting a smirk. the kind that you always see when he gets under your skin. the kind you see him wearing more often than not these days.

"quit lying to me. i know you better than you think." you watch as he stands up and makes his way over to you in the kitchen. the way his body takes up so much space as he steps toward you in long strides makes your knees threaten to quake.

he stops behind you at the kitchen sink. not touching, yet. he leans down, letting his chest brush your shoulder lightly. "y'know. you said something earlier. that i've gotten bigger."

the heat of his breath makes you swallow dryly. "i- i was just saying."

"mhm." he nodded. "but you meant it."

your breath hitches. he's so close now. his large hand rests near yours on the counter. he isn't doing this to trap you- he's doing it to test you. looking for your reaction, just to see if you'll act on the obvious tension between you.

he continues. "y'know what i've been thinking about tonight?" his hand rests on your hip, gradually breaking the space between you.

you don't answer. you can't. any words might just become pathetic whimpers.

"how easy it would be, to lift you." his hand rests atop of yours on the counter. "to press you against the wall. to hear you whine for me because you love what i do to you."

his chest touches your back. the heat is almost unbearable. it's hard not to pull away. you grip the edge of the counter to keep yourself grounded.

finally, you speak. "yejun..."

"and you'd let me, wouldn't you?" he whispers. the solidity of his body on yours is maddening. you let out a sharp breath, turning to meet his eyes.

something breaks when he sees your face. your wide eyes and parted lips. he tilts your face up, slowly. then he kisses you.

it's not gentle or loving. it's burning hot and overdue. months of banter are forgotten with much-needed contact. you let out a breathless gasp, earning a groan from him in response.

your hands fist up, grabbing is shirt as you do. the minimal contact your fingers made with his chest send a wave of electricity through your body.

he pulls away briefly when your body presses firmly onto his. "fuck-" he mutters. "you don't know what you do to me."

he grabs at the back of your thighs, and lifts you. just like he said he would. your hands grab at his shoulders instinctively. "yejun!"

"I told you." he pants out, backing up and making his way to your bedroom. "been thinking about this for months. every time you look at me like that, you don't even realize how hot it is." he lays one last hot kiss on your ear before laying you down on your bed. gently, like you're breakable. the look in his eyes is a stark contrast, he looks at you like you're his.

you're squirming and breathless, never expecting this from him. having you desperate for him on your mattress.

his hands roam, up and down. trailing your legs, hips, and torso lightly. he finally pauses above your waist band, before looking up to you again. "you've been thinking about this. about me" it's not a question.

you nod, covering your hands with your face.

"tell me." he dips lower, letting his lips brush over your stomach. "what exactly have you been thinking about?"

you open your mouth, maybe to tease him back, but he acts before you can answer. he's pulling your shorts down your legs, then your panties. something in his eyes changes when he sees what's hiding underneath.

"oh, fuck." he groans. "you're already wet."

you blush, but don't look away. you're eager to see what he'll do next.

his smirk returns. smug and gorgeous. he kisses the inside of your thigh. then higher, trailing his way up. his hands are firm on your hips, holding you down in a way that makes your pussy flutter.

"you look at me while i do this." he says, firmly. he's not asking.

you hesitate to follow his orders, the embarrassment of giving in to him settling in. you bite your lip and look to the side.

he flattens his tongue against your core. slow and deliberate. you gasp, arching into his touch. he locks his arms around your thighs, anchoring you in place.

"look at me." he warns, breath warm against you.

you turn your head, feigning reluctance. he smiles and lowers his mouth. his tongue falls past his lips as he drops saliva onto your pussy. he collects it and swirls his tongue around your clit.

"you- fuck, yejun!" you react instantly. he groans into you after hearing your whiny voice.

"yeah? does that feel nice?" he asks, lips wet with slick.

you can't respond when he's doing that to you. licking slow and deep, then switching to firm sucks on your clit. your hips twitch in his hold. looking at his face, you can tell he loves the way you respond. how you haven't stopped moaning or trying to close your thighs around his head, unable to because of his strong grip.

you tug at his hair when he starts consistently sucking on your clit. he ruts his hips into the mattress like he's the one falling apart. you're embarrassingly close, core fluttering on his tongue.

"shit. gonna cum, baby?" he mutters, lips swollen and glossy. "gonna fall apart on my tongue?"

you nod wildly. "yes! 'm so close, don't stop!"

he doesnt. he picks up the pace with his tongue, the flat licks pushing you right to the edge. your thighs shake under his arms, orgasm crashing over you in waves.

you cry out, blinded with pleasure. yejun doesn't stop, easing you through it like he's not ready to stop watching you fall apart.

you finally let yourself collapse against the bed, and he pulls away.

he kisses up your stomach up to your lips. "i've thought about that. a lot." he whispers with a smirk. "having you shaking under me like that."

you scoff, but tuck your head in to his chest. "you're the worst." you laugh.

"yeah?" he chuckles back, kissing your cheek. "well, you taste like heaven and i'm definitely not done with you yet."

[tired-biscuit]

BISCUIT OMFGGGSGHH

brothersbestfriend!kiba dicking you out when your brother is sleeping in the next room😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

he’s got his hand clamped over your mouth to keep you quiet, but when he feels your pussy squeeze around him, it feels so good that you also have to shut him up… so you’re both just holding onto each other, trying not to moan into each other’s palms, trying to be as silent as possible even though he’s balls deep and the headboard of the bed is threatening to slam against the wall.

the morning after is so weird too because your bed sheets still smell like him, as do your clothes and skin, but when you come trudging down the stairs eventually, he’s pretending like you aren’t even there while he plays video games with your brother in the living room. you would have thought you’d dreamt the entire thing if it weren’t for the pain between your legs. he’s completely stone-faced and when you try being sweet by saying hi, all he gives you is some lame ass nod or something like that instead of the usual tease. even your brother thinks he’s acting weird.

like, where did all that personality go all of a sudden? the ego? the arrogance?

but there’s a reason for that. he might be an asshole, but he values friendship greatly, i think; especially the boyish, ‘bros 4ever’ kind. and the fact that he’s been prohibited from sliding into your DMs by your sibling, and had instead chosen to take a step towards the extreme and slip right into your cunt, irks him greatly as much as it delights him. he doesn’t like letting his best friend down, but you’re just so appealing and he wants you so bad and what was he supposed to do? you invited him into your room to watch a movie at one in the morning, dressed in nothing else but a freaking t-shirt... how could he say no to that?

you definitely argue about this in the future.

[lustheavens]

For Both Our Sakes part 3 - Vincenzo Ricci x reader

Summary: After everything that happened with your now deceased boyfriend and the fight with your brother Vincenzo the day is finally here to escape the threatening grasp of the Salieri family. Having taken your brother’s advice very seriously to get the hell out of Lost Heaven, you are now minutes away from your goal. However, the mafia always seem to be one step ahead and in this case…it’s your own flesh and blood.

Warnings: Angst.

A/N: Hello! So I finally got around to finish the last part of a previous fic that I made where Vincenzo’s sister was dating Sergio Morello. I really wanted to do my best but at the same time it’s been sitting in my drafts for so long so I kind of just wanted to finally post it. So sorry if it’s a bit rushed 😵‍💫 Anyway, hope you enjoy!

You throw one last look over your shoulder to reassure yourself that nobody has been following you before jumping into the taxi that will take you to Lost Heaven Airport. As you’ve put your seatbelt on you lean closer to the front seat row to make sure the driver hears your properly. “Lost Heaven Airport, please.” You say, the words coming out a bit more rushed than you had hoped. So many things are currently running through your mind making it ten times harder to focus on one thing at a time. “It’s urgent.” You add. The driver nods his head and before you know it you’re being escorted out of the city. You try to get comfortable in your seat hoping to find some kind of consolation in the scenery passing by outside the window. You let out a deep sigh while unconsciously biting on your nails nervously. This will be it. You promised your brother to leave Lost Heaven for good and never come back - that is if you want to stay alive. A part of you can’t help but worry about your brother. What will they do to him? There’s no chance they’d be as ruthless towards him as they would be to you if you got caught, right?

Before your thoughts can wander off any further you are interrupted by the car coming to a stop. “This is your stop, miss.” The cab driver says before exiting the car and opening your door for you. You give him a slight smile before getting out of the car yourself while trying to keep your head low in case someone would recognise you somehow. The cab driver opens the trunk of the car and gets your bags out for you before putting them down on the ground. He looks at you with a polite smile. “The ride has already been paid for. Have a safe flight.” He says before getting back in the cab and driving off. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion for a quick moment before shaking the thoughts of who could possibly have paid for your fare off. You hastily pick up your belongings from the sidewalk and throw another quick glance over your shoulder before making your way into the airport, picking up speed the closer you get. Once inside it almost feels like a relief - almost. It seems like the whole city has decided to travel today which makes the perfect cover for you as you quickly try to navigate to the help desk without coming off as too suspicious.You hastily make your way over to the lady standing behind the help desk, dropping your bag with a thud on the floor. You grab onto the edge of the desk while trying to catch your breath for a moment. The lady looks at you with slight concern. “Can I help you, miss?” She asks, leaning forward slightly. You nod and pull out your plane ticket from your coat before handing it to her. “I’m flying to England. Do you happen to know where I should go?” The stress of someone connected to your brother’s gang possibly having spotted you starts to catch up to you and it takes every ounce of your strength not to throw glances over your shoulder every ten seconds. The lady behind the help desk nods before trying to guide you through gestures. “If you follow this corridor straight and then take a left you should see the exit doors which leads you to the hangars. Big glass doors, you can’t miss it.” You give her a quick nod and a smile before making your way in the direction she showed you.

“Flight 306, destination London, England, now boarding!” You quickly act upon the announcement and get in line to board the plane. You know it’s too early to let out a breath of relief but you can’t help but feel as if maybe there’s a chance of a new start, a completely new life. Considering everything that has been happening lately, and the bare fact that the Salieri family wants you dead, there is absolutely no chance for you to stay in Lost Heaven. And the painful memory of the disappointment in your beloved brothers eyes when you got caught having a romantic relationship with Sergio Morello...

You’re pulled back into reality when the flight attendant asks you for your plane ticket. You quickly pull it out of your coat once again and hand it to him. He clips the edge off before handing it back to you, motioning for you to enter the plane and take your seat. However, the moment you sit down you feel a light tap on your shoulder. You look up and see the flight attendant standing there, motioning over his shoulder with his thumb. “Miss, someone requests your attention.” You try to catch a glimpse of who wants to speak to you but to no use. “Who?” You ask, an unsettling tingle spreading throughout your body. What if Salieri’s men finally caught up with you? The flight attendant shrugs his shoulder. “They wouldn’t say. They only requested to speak to you urgently, in the main building.” You swallow hard and nod before standing up, your legs slowly turning into jelly. “You have 20 minutes before take-off.” You take a quick look around before making your way to the back of the plane where the exit is. With heavy steps you walk down the ladder and make your way back into the airport waiting area, the place still bustling with people. You scan the room carefully as the panic starts to rise. Your breathing gradually becomes heavier and shorter and within seconds your feet start moving on their own, back in the direction of where the plane is waiting for you. You have to get out of here. You promised your brother that you would disappear. Going back now would not only imply a broken promise to Vinny but also to yourself. The only way to get out of this alive is to leave. Now.

You quickly pick up the pace as you hurry along the waiting hall not caring anymore to look if anyone’s following you. Suddenly you feel someone gripping onto your upper arm tightly, pulling you into a secluded room and away from the loud noises and curious eyes. Your breath gets caught in the back of your throat and instantly you start flailing your arms around in a fight-or-flight response. A hand is brought up to cover your mouth as you scream in panic. You can’t figure out who it is since the whole room is pitch black, but you’re certain it’s a man. Despite your protests he starts dragging you along the floor until your back is pushed up against a wall. “Shh, shh, shh...” the man softly hushes you, the slight shakiness in his voice quite prominent. “It’s going to be okay.” You don’t say anything but in a strange way you feel a little bit comforted by the man’s words. Suddenly you hear clicks and clanks when suddenly an ice cold surface presses against your temple sending shivers down your spine. “It’ll all be okay.” The man’s voice cracks and you instantly realise who it is - Vincenzo. Your eyes widen and the panic once again strikes you. “Vinny?!” He hushes you again, this time with a much sharper tone. “Please,” he begs, his voice softening up a little. “Don’t make this more difficult than it already is.” His voice is low och faint, his words coming out as more of a whisper than anything else. He lets go of you before standing up, leaving you a hopeless mess on the ground. Your legs are weak but even so you try to stand up as well, leaning against the wall. You watch as your brother walks across the room in silence, a tear starting to roll down your cheek. “Vinny...” you say more gently this time, his name rolling off your tongue slowly. “What is going on?” you ask, the silence killing you inside. His head hangs low as he squats down, his back still facing you, with his hands covering his face. You hear him take a deep breath before he stands up once again. “I’m so sorry...”

Click, click, bang.

You suddenly feel yourself slide down the brick wall, your breath completely caught at the back of your throat. An incredibly warm sensation spreads throughout your chest but before you can look down to see what’s causing that feeling the world around you becomes blurry, very blurry. You hear rushed footsteps getting closer but even the noises around you starts drowning out slowly but surely. The bullet hit you right in the center of your chest but the adrenaline already running rampage in your system causes the injury to feel less serious than it is. You’re shaken out of your blurry thoughts once you feel Vincenzo grab onto you, his strong embrace holding you as close to him as physically possible. Your eyes meet his gaze which is full of regret. “It’s all my fault.” You mumble in between moments of your consciousness fading in and out. He shakes his head as you catch a tear stream down his cheek. “This would have never happened if I took my responsibility as your big brother.” He says, his voice strained as he fights back the tears that are threatening to fall. “My choices and decisions caused all of this.” You reach one hand up to stroke his cheek with your thumb. You manage to let a slight smile appear on your lips. “And it’s been one hell of a ride.” He looks at you in disbelief, probably thinking you’re crazy for finding humour in anything right now. “You could say that.” His grip tightens around you as he noticed your presence slowly decreasing with each passing second.

“Vinny?” He instantly looks at you, brushing a couple of hair strands off your face. “Do you think I’m a bad person for…you know?” His eyes widen slightly and you can literally sense a piece of him breaking at your question. He keeps brushing his fingers through your hair, faint sniffles escaping every now and then. “I could never. You’re my baby sister and if anyone’s a bad person it’s me for letting all of this happen to you.” More tears roll down his face as he moves one hand over to stroke your cheek instead. You use the last strength in your body to reach up to grab his wrist. “I forgive you.” The words come out as a whisper as the world around you gradually turns white, your eyes closing in the process. “I’m so tired.” You whisper faintly. Vincenzo lets go of the tear stream he’s been trying to hold back all this time once he realises that he’s losing you. He plants a long kiss on your forehead, squeezing his eyes shut as he hears you take your last breath.

“I’ll see you on the other side. I promise.”

[teddybeartoji]

mickey i am kissing ur brain so gently i literally just woke up but i saw the bi!toji post ……… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 REAL & CANON BTW but for some reason the first thought that popped into my head was. uni au….. janitor!toji/professor!reader…………….. hear me out.

toji who just stopped working as an assassin and is trying to get his life together, who just happened to land a job as a janitor at a prestigious university that he takes fairly seriously…. (i just knowww he hates littering students with every fibre of his being. catches them in the act and reaches for his gun out of old habit LMAO) and there’s this nerdy little professor who always arrives at the uni first thing in the morning, without fail, and always gives toji a cheery little greeting when he does. wearing his cozy sweaters and vests and scarves and smiling all bright and sleepy. and for some reason he almost always takes his coffee breaks conveniently close to wherever toji is cleaning… so they can chat a bit….. even though toji usually just listens and grunts every now and then.

and at first toji feels kinda Threatened by this pretty boy bc ???? whyyyy is he interrupting my precious cleaning time. is he trying to supervise me? show off his fancy degrees??? …. reader has the fattest crush on him but toji genuinely doesn’t realize bc he’s wired to always mistrust others :// meanwhile reader is watching him clean internally going what the fuck what the fuckkk why is he wearing a compression shirt it’s literally fucking freezing??? is he teasing me???? does he know?????? they’re both losers actually. big romcom vibes

BUT YEAH i just picture professor!reader being a sleepy but cheery little guy….. who loves loves loves teaching and talking about his subject of choice and toji starts to really enjoy their talks bc reader’s eyes shine soooo brightly when he’s chattering away… all excited and gleaming….. and toji kinda hates teachers but he decides to make an exception this once. maybe starts to initiate conversations of his own every now and then… who knows…………….

OK THAT’S ALL PDHJDDHJF 😭😭 this came to me in a vision and ofc i had to share…. imagine me at a board meeting pointing at my little graphs and powerpoints while u sit in a big ceo chair overlooking the city… pondering janitor!toji and the future of this company…... mickey ur posts genuinely make me fully insane i hope u know that. bi!toji is real and loves you specifically btw <333333 I HOPE U HAVE A LOVELY DAY MWAH :3

ARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I NEED TO KISS U RN!!!

LIKE THIS ISN'T OKAY BY ANY MEANS HOW DID YOU COOK THIS UP AND WHY IS IT LITERALLY PERFECT AND ALSO HOW IS IT SO IN LINE WITH WHAT I HAD IN MY HEAD?????????????? HOW???????

OKAY FIRST OF ALL WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT PROFESSOR!READER KIND OF BEING LIKE TAKEDA FROM HAIKYUUUU??????????????? LIKE THAT'S IMMEDIATELY HOW HE POPPED INTO MY HEAD AND NOW I CAN'T STOP IMAGINING HIM LIKE THAT I ALS OCAN'T TAKE OFF THE CAPS LOCK BC I'M GENUINELY SO INVESTED IN THIS FUCKING AU IT'S INSANE

but yeah he's always wearing the comfiest fits just like u said - sweaters, vests, a button-up shirt and a colorful tie sometimes (he was super nervous about wearing the tie at first bc he thought he'd look stupid but he got over it and now he has a rule of wearing a tie at least once a week)(canon). when it's cold he's wearing an oversized coat and an equally big scarf and toji thinks it's very cute i mean what who said that.

another thing just popped into my head when u called him a sleepy guy..... what if it's already like afternoon and all of the students are gone and the professor was supposed to be grading their papers or smth but when toji happens to walk by his class he's just sleeping on the table............... PLSSSS I THINK IT'S SO CUTEE i can see it so clearly in my head the professor's glasses are really weirdly on his face and his mouth is open with a bit of drool spilling out lmao and at first toji just shakes his head like damn this guy is stupid but then he realizes that he's smiling? that his own lips just curved into a small smile all on their own and he's kinda freaked out about it and leaves really fast hasgahsaghshgagsha HE'S A LITTLE AWKWARD SOMETIMES OKAY even big scary teddy bears have their little love moments yk

my immediate thought was that toji would actually be the one to develop the crush first btw................ and he'd be a little like ???? maybe this is his first real male crush? and the reader is just kind of oblivious to it like he thinks that yk toji seems like the straighest guy on the first glance lmao and he thinks that he doesn't have a chance but hehehehehe he's very wrong IDK WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT i wanna know

DON'T GET ME WRONG THOUGH I DO REALLYREALLY LIKE the reader kind of thirsting over him hihihihihi he's so real for that AND I LOVE THE IDEA OF TOJI EVENTUALLY STARTING MORE CONVOS!!!!!! FUCK OFFF HE'S SOO SWEET AAAAAAAAA i love him so much have i said that already

who do you think would take the step to go further though? IN YOUR SCENARIO I MEAN it would obviously take time. a lot of it. bc toji is well... like he is and the professor is nervous and he's kind of afraid to overstep even though he likes him sooooo much... okay i kinda feel like toji would....... and it almost makes the poor professor have a heart attack bc WHAT? hihihihiihi stoppppppppppppp i can see them both in my head soooo clearly and i'm so fucking in love with them they're so cute aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

also got this idea of the professor breaking smth in his class idk like he sits on the chair and one of the legs breaks or smth lmao and he goes on a lookout for smth to fix it with (??????) and he finds toji!!!! and he comes to his rescue, teasing the professor a little bc how the hell did he break the chair you know. and maybe he professor blushes a little..................... IT'S TOJI C'MON EVERYBODY WOULD BLUSH A LITTTLE and then maybe the professor brings him a pastry or something the next day as a thank you and now it's toji who's..... cheeks are looking a little pink?????? and he's grumbling that it's my job. no need to thank me. but the professor just dismissed that immediately and just presses the pastry into his hands and waves him goodbye with a smile. AAAAAAAAAAAH I CAN'TTTT I'M SMILING SO BIG RN MY CHEEKS HURT WHAT IN THE FUCK THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

ARI. MY SWEETEST LITTLE ANGEL. CAN I USE THIS IN THE DRABBLE I STARTED? LIKE I'M GONNA LINK THIS IN THERE TOO. i just started the drabble based on one of the asks i got - toji just smiling while he's listening to his little bf ramble about his day but i'd love to sprinkle this in there. like maybe he taught a class on smth he really likes so he's just so excited about it. excited that the students were loving the topic or whatever. BUT I DO NEED YOUR PERMISSIONN!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME YOU ALWAYS DO I'M SOOOO GRATEFUL FOR YOUUUUUUUUUU<33333 i can't believe you just cooked it up are you actually gordon ramsay btw? i know you are don't lie to me ari. BI!TOJI LOVES US BOTH THAT'S WHY HIS TITS ARE SO BIG HE'S STORING HIS LOVE FOR US IN THERE!!!!!!!!!!! I HOPE YOU HAD A REALLY REALLLY GOOD DAY MY LOVE MWAH MWAH MWAH<333333333

[matrixwhore]

mmm…

i wanna talk about paul. i dont think i lingered too much there. bc it’s a sensitive spot i guess? it’s a sensitive thing to be openly unwell. my focus with this post if i really even have that is his relation with louis. i wanna talk about paul in relation to how louis treats him and that being a reason why i love louis so much too. i love both characters. i think paul doesnt really ever get mentioned in fandom much. which is the psychosis experience tbh. so it tracks.

it’s a public spectacle every one wants so desperately to ignore and to be over. in my personal experience (and i don’t think i’m alone in this) the person going through it wants it to be over too. wants that people don't see them that way. but paul’s whole character is generally ignored other than in conversations about whether or not lestat caused his suicide, which was a compelling conversation. whether or not he did is a incredibly prickly thing in the gut of the story. and to be followed up with Louis staying with Armand after having killed claudia who has a thread with paul too. she has a manic/psychotic moment. she’s a collector. she’s a lot of things that society doesn’t want to see exist. (nor does the fandom but i digress) and the way she lives in this undead world is as if she doesnt exist at all so manny ways (like paul in life too in ways) we’ve spoken of if you are someone who dares to acknowledge the fullness of her character. i said this was about paul but im working through a connection in real time. i think that’s why i wanna talk about paul. bc he carries so much of the story in the little time he was alive. and his death is the catalyst for louis’ initial death. not the one lestat gave him, but the one that made it possible for lestat to convince him in the first place. ( the spiritual one maybe? idk. im just thinking thoughts)

what i never question in regards to paul and louis’ relationship, is that louis loves him. that’s what actually makes that: “did lestat kill him really? and whether or not he did kill him….louis thought he did and stayed?” conversation so insane in the membrane to me. because the way he treated paul shows me he does love him so much. one: something in him died with paul. another thing is that louis genuinely wanted him around. he advocated for him to stay out of the hospital. he took him out as soon as he was given the power to as head of household when his father died. (i have so many questions about his own feelings and opinions on his father.) he openly spent time with him. paul was his favorite person. he let paul crawl into bed with him. which is kind of big deal from what i know in the openly unwell population. not a lot of people want to comfort that. and louis allowing his male brother into bed with him for that tender moment is kind of a key moment for him to me bc of how the pressures of homophobia can affect how men are made to feel they can treat their male family members too. Louis sees him and his need and is willing to give it to him. louis wants to be there for his brother. he decides he’ll be the one to take care of him. tells grace not to worry about paul. he would take care of him. he assures paul he wont see lestat anymore. louis’ love for paul was in the way of lestat’s wants and desires. maybe paul did have suicidal ideation already. maybe many things can be true.

(i meant to post this during disability month, but i went through it and so now i’ll just continue where i left off)

louis struggling with killing a man with a daughter and wanting to go home to his brother…😵‍💫. paul isnt a child, but louis was his caretaker. in paul you see louis shine in that role (barring the bit where he pulls a knife out, and threatens to gut him, bc that was a performance. it’s not great but he didn't even want to do that). louis recognizing that locking away a man for having delusions just because he has them at all made paul worse was such a powerfully impactful thing to me. i say this fully well knowing sometimes going to the hospital can be beneficial these days, but even still being locked up there?? drugged and treated horribly given he was black and in a time when mentally ill people were treated heinously? louis saying he belongs at home and seeing to it that paul gets to be home with his family. spending time with him like he’s a person beyond his disability. beyond his delusions. that shit makes me like quiver and cry tbh. that’s mostly what people going through that need most of all and don’t receive. he loved paul. and when paul dies louis dies. idc. (so if lestat’s did take paul away from louis….he killed him twice….also while i’m here i have stirring thoughts about lestat knowing he could tell paul his truthful intentions in town and that out of paul’s mouth no one would believe him. maybe that’s the whole thought. or maybe i’ll come back to it. idk)

(i think in some ways claudia was also theyre to fill the casm paul created too. sorry none of this is like linear or anything im just thinking i guess. maybe i’ll make get into how i see they’re related later.)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

dilfguru is EVERYTHING <333 he came across so dominant to me but like. in the most gentle way?? like it’s not forceful or combative. it’s just that calm, loving, genuine dominance. the kind that’s comforting (lowkey relaxing?? why do i feel like dilfguru gives asmr-ist vibes? 👀 teehee). soft dominance, to me, sorta feels like a really warm embrace. you captured that essence so beautifully in this fic. nothing about his dominance felt… threatening? idk if i’m making sense let me shush 😩 it was very natural and seamless, like all of your creations <3

it’s so rare to see suguru characterized so well and so accurately. the way you write him (and all characters tbh) is so gorjus. exquisite. a delicacy, if you will!!! i’m so so happy i’ve found you. the way you write is absolutely breathtaking, i can’t get enough. YOU ARE A GEM. i hope you have an amazing day and i hope you sleep so so good and have the best dreams. <3

ANONNNNNNNNN

this ask is so sweet i can’t handle it AND THAT’S SOOOOO REASSURING TO HEAR??????? that’s EXACTLY how i wanted him to come across lmao. he’s so dominant!!!! but in such a gentle & soothing way!!!!!!! not threatening at all… he just has this Presence to him that i think melts you completely :’) he’s so sweet. and confident. and comforting!!!

just being next to him is like free asmr tbh bc can you even imagine living your life with that honeyed voice in your ear……. imagine it anon………. him leaning in close to whisper in your ear while guiding you through a crowd with his hand on your lower back… orrrrr he’s cradling you close in the morning and rasping out a deep, sleepy greeting…. 😵‍💫😵‍💫 yeah.

tysm for your sweet words 🥹 it always means so much to hear people like my characterization, especially when it comes to someone as complex as suguru….. it’s a delicate balance between his gentle nature and more dominant traits <3 and i’m so happy you enjoy it!!!! YOU are an absolute gem and i’m so happy you found your way to me 🥹🥹 ily.

[antoncore]

sorry i hope i’m not annoying but i’m bored too🤭🤭🤧

i’ve never rly paid that much attention in that way to sohee but like i imagine if u got partnered up for a project at uni and he came over to help u work on it and he was being annoying and u got mad at him for it but then he popped a boner because of u being stern with him and raising ur voice😳🤭🤭 so ofc you have to help him out and suck him off while he tangles his fingers in ur hair and whimpers so desperately it’s so cute how pathetic and whiney he gets when you fondle his balls and suck on his length!!! when he cums you’d swallow for him cuz he was so good for u<333333

but then idk i could also see sohee who u don’t really spare a second glance but then ur at a frat party together and end up in some kind of seven minutes in heaven scenario and he kinda goes a little crazy with u now that he finally has a chance to show u how bad he’s wanted u<33 like maybe he’d just give you the best head you’ve ever gotten, eating you out in someone else’s closet while you pull on his hair and muffle your moans with the back of ur hand cuz you’d never live it down if someone caught you letting him slut you out :( he’d definitely mess with u though and use his fingers, sucking harshly on ur clit and whispering nasty things to u about how ur giving it up so easy for him, he expected better from u :( and u whine about how that’s the whole point of the game is to mess around with the person ur paired with but he’s like “is cumming on my face part of it?” and ur so close u can feel the tension inside of you threatening to snap and you almost want to try to deny urself so he doesn’t get the satisfaction but he starts using his fingers again and you can’t help urself :((( after u cum, if u had any time left he’d use his tongue to clean you up and maybe even kiss u, even though you’d recoil a little, he’d hold ur jaw in place and stick his tongue in ur mouth to force you to taste urself ! and then you’d go back to the party only to find a room half an hour later so u can take his cock this time :)

not me being like.. i don’t think about him.. and then saying all this😓😓

- 🧸 anon

I AM SO DEAD😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

can imagine sohee’s little whimpers, would be so pretty!! feel like he wouldn’t even be able to speak bc he just loves the way you suck his cock. would wanna coo at him that he’s so cute like this, making him blush and squirm under you. and when he cums down your throat, he’s too shy to ask to take a picture so he keeps the mental image in his head. every time after he saw you on campus (which was multiple times a day), he’d go back to his dorm and jerk off, wishing it was your mouth wrapped around his cock again :( he wanted you so bad but was scared you’d never give him the time of day again, watching as you talked to other guys.

on the flip side, i rlly think he could be cocky too (idk why but i find the thought of him being cocky quite hot???) like he would just LOVE having you moan his name, it’s what he’s been wanting to hear for so long. he would slut you out completely, loving the way you reacted to him (you were so adorable, how could he not love it) and would love having you in front of the mirror so you could watch yourself fall apart for him. you didn’t know whether to love or hate the way he made you feel, like putty in his hands - his touch making you so weak :( you’d be cumming all over his cock and he’d want pictures to remember in his words ‘the neediest girl he’s ever fucked’. this definitely wouldn’t be the last time he had you like this, possibly leading to a situationship (bc he doesn’t want to behave like a simp - yet)

screaming, creaming over this tbh

[stargirlfics]

let’s get soft and kinda smutty 🥹

I feel like Dad! Chris would be so over the moon about your pregnancy that he literally means he doesn’t want you doing any kind of lifting, bending, or working yourself in your condition.

He’s honestly ecstatic about doing any kind of work that’s necessary. Cooking, cleaning, moving stuff, the laundry, catering to Dodger, any and everything. He didn’t want to compromise this miracle in any kind of way. He welcomed everything.

And he’s told you this plenty of times and you’ve always thought he was joking because he loved you that much.

So when he sees you working hard in the kitchen? Cleaning and loading the dishwasher when he had to run some errands, he is a little upset. And he means well, you can’t fault him. But he’s annoyed with you, he can’t even lie.

He contemplates a way to make sure you know and learn but it continues to frustrate him because what weren’t you getting? He wanted every load of responsibility during your pregnancy. He wanted you safe and well rested. No arguments.

It also sucks because those pregnancy hormones were raging once the sky started getting dark. You both were freshly showered and just ate dinner. You’d be lying in bed next to him, steadily trying to get his attention that you wanted him.

“Chris, baby, c’mon, what’s the matter?”

“You know what’s wrong, no need to ask”

“Are you still upset over me doing a couple dishes and trying to clean this house? Baby, you can’t be serious—“

He turned to you, “No but I am, you don’t understand how blessed I am to be doing this with you and I want this first go around to be the best experience for you. When I told you I wanted you to sit down and relax, I meant that, how’d you think you got pregnant in the first place?”

You fell silent, not wanting to talk about it further but Chris wasn’t having it. He ran a hand from your 6 month protruding stomach, through the valley of your growing breasts, and up to softly cup your throat.

“You know when daddy asks you a question you answer it. You’ve been real disobedient today and I think it’s time to teach you a lesson”

And now he’s got you stuck in bed, edging you and overstimulating you like you’ve never known before 😵‍💫 he’s barely letting you cum while also threatening if you should cum at all 😮‍💨

And when he fucks you??? He’s got your voice going weak and fucking out every orgasm he knows your sensitive little cunt can give him. He’s got you damn near seeing stars. All to teach you a lesson.

And to top it all off, he gives you heartwarming aftercare. Kissing you all over, caressing you, and loving you as if he didn’t just blow your back out 😀 you gotta love him tho 🥰

CRYING OMG NO I LOVE THIS!!!

I could definitely see Chris being the kind to get upset that you’re not resting especially because like you said he wants to enjoy your first pregnancy, you’re precious to him and he wants you to be doted on and as relaxed as possible

He’s annoyed but it’s because he really cares and GIRL OMFG yes teaching you a lesson….sweatinggg ahhh, it’s so passionate and steamy and he’s definitely out to have seeing stars, all fucked out and sleepy and happy by the end of it all and he hopes you’ll realize that he’s got you, always will, you and the little one forever

Full dad mode but also the daddy™️ in him also goes into overdrive!

[missbunnybunny]

Why was Widow even allowed to do this? Lil miss, " Watch ya self she bite." Widow Threatening author-san. Crack, that's all I can say. This is pure crack. And no Widow, you can't tie Graves to a missile and blow him up, just cuz you hate him.

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✨️Training time with the squad ✨️

*Ghost and soap training: Aka, wrestmenia. Wait, did soap just go flying, screaming bloody murder. Umm nah.*

*Gaz and König Umm, we not gonna talk about that....*

*And Widow, wait, where is Widow?!? Oh, there she is. Widow how the fuck did you get up there. Why are you up on the tire stack?*

__Widow time__

Widow v. Graves

Graves: So what ya wanna do hun?

Widow: Oh, nothing. Just self-defense.

Ghost: All, right, Ya ready.

*Widow and graves nod.*

Graves: Lady's first 😉.

Widow: Well, thank you. * bitch slaps him*

Graves: That's a good hit. * hits her in the side*

Ghost: Widow when ya done. U got food on the table, in the break room.

Widow: food,BET! Better scramble like an egg before you get folded like an omelet!

Graves: Huh?

*Widow WWE graves into the floor mat*

* commentator playing in the background: AND HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA 🎺🎺*

Ghost: Widow what the fuck?!?

Widow: Food. That's what happened.

*Everyone still processing how a small human slammed a bigger human at the speed of light cus she heard food*

Gaz: Well, that's widow for ya.

*Graves knocked out on the mat*😵‍💫💀

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*König exercising with a tight shirt*

*Widow looking at könig with stars in her eyes*

König: Maus, are you alright? Your spacing out.

Widow: mmm.. yeah, am good. Hey, can you come here?

König: alright, but am still sweaty. * König stans before Widow.*

*Widow stans up and holds his right arm and bites him*

König: Maus! That's dirty! Why did you do that?

Widow: eh, you look like a snack to me ☺️.

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✨️It's time O F F for squad 141✨️

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Widow: Hey, guys? Can ya go with me to the mall. I wanna buy some new clothes and shoes.

Ghost: Sure, I could go for some new clothes.

Soap & Gaz : Sure.

Widow: it's okay if you don't wanna come with us, könig.

König: it's alright, Maus.

__ At the Mall __

Widow: Aww, look at those shoes. * points out the shoes*

Widow: is it alright if I go buy them?

*everyone nods in agreement.*

Widow: All right, I'll call ya when am done. Bye-bye.

__ in the store __

Widow: Hi, hello. I would like to buy those shoes right there.

Cashier: Oh, am sorry. But someone just bought the last pair.

Widow: That's alright, I'll just look around.

Cashier: If you need anything else, just call me, and I will be right over.

* Widow goes to the shoe section*

Widow: I really like those shoes. And I have been good.

Author-san: .....

Widow: I know you can hear me, Miss Author.

Author-san: Widow you can't break the 4th wall, just cuz ya want some shoes.

Widow: Yes, I can, and I will. Shoes or we have a problem.

Author-san: que niña más malagradesida 😒(what an ungrateful child)

Widow: shoes, please😊

*Author-san gives Widow whatever she wants in fear of being threatened again*

Widow: Aww, author-san is so kind to me. I knew you loved me.

__ 10 mins later__

Soap: Ye, look happy, lass.

Widow: Yup, I got the last pair just for✨️ M E.✨️

Author-san: I was threatened and harassed.

Ghost: What was that?

Widow: Oh, nothing. * hiding her gun away again*

König: Maus I got you this I hope you like it.

Widow: she's so cute! I love her, thank you. * gives him a kiss on the cheek*

Ghost: Get a room already.😒😒

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Like I said, this is pure crack. So yeah, enjoy this madness.

Bonus:

Widow: feeling that golden experience ✨️ jojo pose:

Pose - soap and gaz - :

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Bye yall...this is the craziest thing I have made so far. Bro should I just stop writing this?