#alex can't keep his hands to himself i'm sorry

[4lexnilsen]

lengthy fingers massaging the foaming shampoo into her scalp with nothing but tenderness and affection,  trying to help her relax.   chase away all of her worries and fears.   living with a death sentence is such a strange form of torture,  and the only way to survive without much damage to one’s sanity up until the execution day is to take life as it comes at you.   one moment at a time.   he wants to focus on what’s happening here and now,  on making this sweet girl feel loved…   “keep your eyes closed,  okay?   i’m afraid i’m doing too good of a job,”   he laughs because the suds are everywhere now —   running down his forearms,  dripping from his elbows,  piling at their feet,  racing down abi’s back and legs.   he gently touches her temples and silently asks her to tilt her head back some more,  trying to keep her eyes safe as his fingertips continue to rub the shampoo into her dark roots.   

the funny thing is alex has never been a fan of silence,  but this kind is strangely comforting and doesn’t bother him one bit.   he enjoys it,  getting to rinse her hair and apply a generous amount of sweet-smelling conditioner onto the very ends,  doing something so normal for once,  basking in her presence.   the sound of the water running reminds him of a heavy downpour,  the world outside so unimportant right now…   “something special,  hm?”   he echoes with a soft smile,  fingers carding through her long locks,  hesitantly touching her back.   his skin so pale compared to hers.   his palms move over her sides,  tracing each rib,  circling the dimples at the bottom of her spine,  massaging her skin for a moment before settling on her hips.   he drinks up her every word,  nodding his head as his heart does a little backflip.   “that’s so sweet,  abi.   you sure did make me feel very special with that hug.   have i ever told you that it was the first genuinely kind gesture since…   well,  before i got reaped,  basically.”   and it meant the world to him,  made him feel less monstrous.

“i mean,  of course,  david gave me a hug and a kiss,  but he was just a little boy who didn’t even understand what had just happened,  right?   i thought no one who actually watched the games would ever see me as…   a human being,  not a cold-blooded killer with other children’s blood on my hands.”   when she hugged him,  a certain kind of peacefulness washed over him.   he almost broke down there and then,  but by some miracle or perhaps shock,  managed to keep his emotions under control.   “yeah,”   he answers without a second of hesitation,  not caring how it makes him look.   just like a love-struck schoolboy.   “i could barely introduce myself because my heart felt all weird,  pounding so fast,  stealing my breath away.   but i thought you were out of my league.”   he still doesn’t fully understand what she sees in him.   she could do so much better.

“mm,  good.   i love being a fool with you,”   he hums,  pressing his lips to her forehead as she turns around,  his eyes meeting hers.   he finds himself fighting the urge to kiss her again.   properly.   on the lips.   keep kissing her until they’re both out of breath,  sore and swollen and unable to think straight.   “are you sure you should be doing this,  baby?”   he offers instead,  worrying the shampoo might sting her injured palms.   but she doesn’t seem to listen and so to make it easier for her,  he lowers his head,  his neck straining.   “i could crouch down or kneel or something?”   he offers,  deciding to be somewhat annoying or maybe just trying to hear her laugh and tickling her sides.   “oh,  right…   i mean,  i’ve only confessed my love for you about ten thousand times just today,”   he laughs,  playing along,  finding her sense of humor endearing.

Alex’s fingers scrubbed the shampoo into her hair, suds colored pink by the floral scent added to them rolling down her body as they were washed away by the water. She didn’t care much for roses. They were pretty, but too delicate, too finicky, and they reminded her of the Capitol. Still, she’d happily smell roses the rest of her life if it meant she could spend it with Alex, and she supposed in a way she would.

Abilene shut her eyes, basking in the warmth of the water and his body so close to her like a lizard on a rock beneath the sun. Alex’s hands combed through her dark locks with conditioner next, which smelled much the same as the shampoo. She thought back to that first meeting when Alex asked.

Up until last year it was common for new victors on their victory tours to meet the other victors. They were friends, after all, or at least most of them were. Perhaps acquaintances was a better term to describe it - Abilene was known to stretch the title of friend a bit more than others. She remembered him standing there - tall and shy. He wore something blue, because certain shades of blue made his eyes pop and Abilene could see his eyes that day in her mind as though it was happening just then.

She hugged him. She remembered that. The tributes from ten were both young that year, and while Alex had every opportunity to kill them he didn’t. He took care of them. He protected them… until he couldn’t. Abilene would never forget that kindness. Her embrace hadn’t just been from her, but from everyone in Ten. After the children had died a handful of people stormed the peacekeepers and production stopped from an entire day.

Alex’s arms were hesitant and nervous and still thin from recovering from his games, but they wound around her waist that day all the same. She remembered feeling her heart swell, feeling content and safe for just a moment as he stammered out his thanks and blushed. Something had happened during that embrace, something that planted a seed in her chest that flourished with each time she saw him. Was it love at first sight?

“In a way.” She answered honestly. “I didn’t know then that I loved you, or that I would love you… but there was something special about you.” Abilene swallowed and her cheeks flushed. It seemed to be a night for mushy-gushy confessions, wasn’t it? “Was it for you?” She teased back.

Abilene let him wash the conditioner from her hair before she turned back around to face him. “We’re both fools.” She laughed. Her skin was pink from the heat of the water, and from her own blush. She gathered some shampoo in her palm and stretched onto the tips of her toes to reach all of his hair, thin fingers running through each flattened curl before the water would wash it off again.

“Be careful,” she warned, a mischievous smile on her lips. “You keep saying all of these sweet things about me and I might start to think that you love me.” She was teasing him of course, as she knew the depth of her feelings for him and assumed that his heart felt much of the same.

[sakurocha]

your sweet boyfriend does your makeup !

featuring sam, sebastian, alex ♡

⊹₊⟡ sam

he’s so FOCUSED

#TryingHisBest

his tongue peeks through his lips, eyes squinted as he does his best to draw your lip liner the way you like

the way your gorgeous eyes gaze into his threatens to distract him from the VERY IMPORTANT task at hand

but he (just barely) maintains his laser focus

up until he thinks about kissing your perfect lips as he gently cups your face for just a little too long

and the pencil slips from his hand and he PANICS

you turn to look at yourself in the mirror and burst out into laughter, the smudges of pink straying from the shape of your lips resembling a clown

"sammy, you can't let me out of the house looking like this!" you cry teasingly.

"i'm sorry, i'm so so sorry, let me just fix it..." he gently grabs your chin, turning you to face him as his thumb reaches out to clean up his mistake

his eyes are so focused, so intense, so doting, it almost makes your heart melt

he smiles confidently once he's satisfied with his fix, spinning you around again to admire his work

"better?" he asks as you tilt your head in the mirror this way and that, admiring your finished look and extra kissable-looking lips

"it's perfect, sammy, thank you so much!" you say, planting a kiss on his soft cheek

he startles in surprise before grabbing your face and pulling you in for another, deeper kiss

... his hard work was completely dissolved after the two of you enter an impromptu makeout sesh, but you can always redo it later, and he's certainly not complaining ;)

⊹₊⟡ sebastian

he’s secretly always wanted to try doing your eyeliner

(he’s definitely snuck one of your eyeliner pencils and tried it on himself. HOO boy he needs to do that again cause 🤭)

takes it very, very seriously

curses under his breath whenever he doesn’t get it exactly how he wants it

you have to keep reassuring him that it’s not that serious, he’s doing great

but he just mutters under his breath…

“my girl trusts me to do her makeup, ‘m not gonna fuck it up…”

he furrows his brow in concentration, but his touch is surprisingly gentle in contrast to his stern features

you blink a little and he startles

“did i hurt you, babe?” he asks, dropping the pencil immediately

“no,” you giggle, ushering his hand back over. “i just blinked. keep going. you’re surprisingly good at this.”

“surprisingly?” he raises an eyebrow with a tiny teasing smirk before returning his attention to your face, adding a few finishing touches before releasing you to appraise his masterpiece

you happily praise his work, wrapping your arms around him. your hands decided that it was not eyeliner day, so you appreciated his hard work taking over for you

he laughs softly, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “i like the way you do it better.”

⊹₊⟡ alex

so. many. QUESTIONS

this man is using 1000% of his brainpower committing each and every product to memory (so he knows how to spoil you hehehhe)

“what’s that spiky stick?” he asks, eyes slightly fearful. “why the hell are you putting it in your eye??”

you have to bite your cheek to keep from laughing as you brush the wand through your lashes. “it’s called mascara, and it makes your eyelashes pop. wanna try some?”

“nah, don’t get that anywhere near me.” he admires your eyes in the mirror, watching you work your magic. “damn, i love how it makes you look, though.”

you flutter your eyelashes teasingly, making eye contact through the mirror before rooting through your makeup bag once more

“hmm, wanna pick my next step?” you ask, allowing him to peer into the abyss of assorted tubes and bottles

“jeez, no pressure, huh? let’s see, we already used this thingy… that thing looks WAY too red… is this supposed to go… on your face?…” he says under his breath, picking up various products with wonder

you simply watch with amusement before he finally settles on a pot of pink blush. “this looks like it suits you.”

sighing, you hand him an oversized brush with a smile. “do your worst.”

he raises his eyebrows, opening the blush with a cockiness like he’s done this a million times. “you really think i’d do that to my lady?”

you simply shrug as he wields the brush uncharacteristically carefully, cupping your face

you can see the cogs in his head turning as he decides where to brush it on

after a few moments, he leans back to look at his work, brightening when he does. “heey, check it out!” he spins you around to face the mirror, hand resting affectionately on your waist. his work is a littttle splotchy, but it’s placed perfectly naturally on your face, almost like—

“how did you make it look like i’m actually blushing?” you ask, turning to him with wonder

he gives you a knowing smirk, gently tilting your head upwards so that he has your full attention. “first, i know my girl’s face like the back of my hand. if i could get it tattooed, i would.”

he then brushes his thumb over your cheek, which suddenly feels very, very hot.

“second? i think you actually are.”

thank you so much for reading! requests are always open~ ♡

[thebluester2020]

[SDV] SDV Bachelors x Thicc Thighs

Give your thanks to anon!

Summary: Basically what the anon describes above!

Warning(s): A mix of fluff and smut, Outdoors Sex (No one's around though), Orgasm Denial, Rreader is a virgin in Alex's part, A bit of degradation in Elliot's/Shane's parts, All around horny energy, Shane doesn't let the reader cum.

Side Note(s): Now to wait for someone to write the second fourth part of this mini-series(?). The bachelors being obsessed over the farmer's lips 😔

FUCK THIS TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE (Sorry anon T0T)

Elliot

Okay first—Im standing ten toes down when I say that Elliot wouldn't be the biggest into thigh-fucking.

Although he appreciates every single part of your body—grinding himself against your ass or fucking your tits would definitely be more of a turn-on for him, however, I think he'd see playing with your thighs or fucking them as an appetizer/teaser to something bigger.

So hear this idea out—

Elliot deciding to punish you after you spend the entire day teasing him and distracting him from writing. What's worse? You wouldn't let him come within an inch of letting him touch you! From sly touches against his crotch, wearing skimpier clothing than usual, and even bending over in front of him, clearly showing that you weren't wearing any underwear underneath.

If you got to tease him then surely he was allowed to do it back?

So, to get his payback for enduring an entire day of your teasing as well as not being able to get any work done—

He'll simply relieve himself by fucking your thighs.

♡ - “Certainly you didn’t think that your actions wouldn’t have consequences, my darling…”

Elliot currently had you pressed into a mean mating press, your knees threatening to touch your chest as your boyfriend used enough of his weight to keep you pinned and unmoving. Had it been an ordinary day…his cock drilling in and out of your cunt as he whispered words of praise into your ear while his hands ran all over your body, you would’ve adored this position per the usual! Especially with the bonus of being able to see all of Elliot’s expressions, hear every delicious moan and groan he had to offer you. But, after teasing Elliot all day and effectively keeping him from getting any sort of writing done, you were tiring yourself out trying to squirm your way out from underneath Elliot as his cock fucked your thighs, the underside of his dick rubbing against your soaked cunt and lightly grazing over your clit.

It was maddening.

You weren't offered a single speck of pleasure, and every plea to have something fell on deaf ears. "Pleasepleaseplease...E-Elliot—" You tried to sweetly whine to your boyfriend, hoping to garner the tiniest bit of sympathy from him. Yet, Elliot dared to cock his head to the side with a faux confused expression.

"Begging already, my love? For what?" He purred. "I'm right here—" He leaned his head down to press a kiss to your forehead and then to the sides of your lips, purposefully missing your puckered mouth and even going so far as to laugh in your face when you tried to chase after his lips. "—isn't what I'm giving you enough?"

You pouted, your mind torn between attempting to appear grateful and simply telling him that you needed more. "It's...it's fine b-but, can't you at least rub me more...there?"

"Rub you...there?" His thrusts slowed as one of his hands began to tease your nipples, the tips of his fingers barely grazing over your nipples. "You'll have to be more clear, my love...especially when your body is acting as slutty as it is right now." Your cunt clenched at his harsh words, given to you sweetly as if he had said the most heart-warming compliment.

"M-My pussy...rub me more, there..." You gasped when Elliot suddenly picked up the pace, angling his cock to hit your clit even more. And Elliot couldn't help but clench his teeth at the sight, he almost wanted to berate himself for suddenly feeling the urge to be so cruel to his beloved but...scenes from earlier played through his mind like someone was constantly replaying a scene from a movie. The way you'd teasingly press your chest to his body while he was working, and when he was reading one of his novels for inspiration, all of a sudden...there you were! Sitting on his lap and kissing up his neck and face.

Surely you must've felt how his cock throbbed underneath you, begging for your attention.

"You're enjoying this so much Y/N...who knew my spouse was so shameless?" He continued to scold you with a light smirk as he began to lean over you even more, his cock beginning to leak even more pre-cum from his cock as he continued to push and poke at your hard clit. And you were loving it, after being teased for so long, having to endure the bare minimum, the moans that escaped your lips were borderline whorish as Elliot's name combined with pleas for him to give you more left your mouth in droves.

"Ah—!" You cried out. "E-Elliot...! More!"

"More?" He tsked. "Attempt to be a little more grateful, my love. Here I am...touching your needy clit a little bit more like you asked and you dare to ask for more? Especially after the moves you pulled today?"

Through blurry eyes, you looked up at him as a confused 'Huh?' sound left your lips. And he could hardly help the way that the noise pissed him off.

Elliot suddenly grabbed your chin, pinching your cheeks together to force you to look at him a little more clearly. "You seriously don't remember?" Elliot huffed.

"R-Remember wha—oooohhh...!" Your words were drowned out when Elliot suddenly sped up the pace of his thrusts even more, the lewd sound of your slickness in combination with Elliot just barely slipping into your hole threatening to make your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"The way you teased me all day, my love!" Your boyfriend moaned, his words borderline a plea for you to see just how much he was in agony for you to give him something more allllll day. Yet, it seemed like he wasn't getting through to you in the slightest as your body made it no secret that it was thoroughly getting off to his cockhead prodding at your needy clit, as well as teasing the act of slipping into your clenching hole. And as the telltale signs of your orgasm started to appear, an idea popped into Elliot's head.

Why should you be allowed to cum if he hadn't been given the chance? After all, it seemed like that'd be the only way for you to learn.

"Are you close, darling?" Elliot whispered in your ear as his hands helped to part your thighs just enough for his hand to slip past to begin rubbing at your clit. The squeal that released from you made him smirk, your wanton begging for him to make you cum ringing out through your shared bedroom as he rubbed your throbbing clit just the way you liked while he felt his own release begin to steadily build up inside of him at the sight of your face becoming more and more lewd in the face of your impending orgasm.

Your moans started to become higher and higher, your hands rushing to grip the bedsheets for stability as your thighs began to shake and tremble.

And just before you could release—he tore your pleasure right from underneath your nose. Elliot laughed quietly at the confusion that steadily built up on your features, your eyes weakly opening and looking around for a moment before landing on your boyfriend who took himself away form you and released you from your mating press. "E-Elliot...?" You whined. "Why did you—"

"Come now, surely you didn't think it would be that easy for you to cum when this is a punishment for you?"

Sebastian

*Dog girl outfit with thigh-high stockings*

After watching this one hentai featuring a girl dressing up for her boyfriend in a sexy dog-girl outfit (before you two started dating of course!). He's been hooked on the idea, and it's only a bonus that it fits your personality as well!

You're always so bouncy around him, happy to spend even a second of your time in his presence. Anytime he hears your voice, it warms his heart but, when you do it wearing those shorts that hug your thighs juuusssttt right or a skirt that exposes just enough of your thighs. It drives him absolutely nuts.

He felt like a pervert imagining you in the dog girl outfit that he saw in that one hentai.

And when you two began dating, he wanted to ask you so badly if you'd dress up for him! But, him being the sweet boyfriend that he is, one that was absolutely terrified of the idea of your sweet expression being switched for something riddled with disgust if he were to suggest such an idea to you—

He kept it to himself and had planned to until the day he kicked the bucket.

So imagine how shocked (and elated) he was when you surprised him one night with a dog girl outfit. It was as if you were taken straight from the hentai, with fake dog ears atop your head, thigh-high stockings, and cute paws on the bottom of the stockings to boot!

With such a cute display, however...he couldn't resist fucking your thighs.

♡ - Each thrust into your plush thighs made him feel as if he had died and gone to heaven.

When Sebastian arrived home late one night to see you lying on the bed wearing a sexy dog outfit with thigh-high stockings. He had to blink his eyes rapidly to make sure that he wasn't dreaming! The second he had reached the bed and pressed his lips to yours, the rest was history as he felt up every inch of your body. Appreciating every piece of skin available for him to see and feel directly underneath his hands before he reached the main prize and slipped your underwear down to reveal a soaked mess underneath the tiny article of clothing.

After then...it was a no-brainer that he had to fuck your thighs like a man starved!

With each thrust into your soaked thighs, his arms wrapped your legs tightly as if he was the one who needed a lifeline in the face of the sheer amount of pleasure that your thighs were delivering to him, made his head spin as moans utter gratitude and praise left his kiss-swollen lips. "Y-Y/N..." Sebastian groaned deeply, the sounds of plapping echoing throughout your room alongside the barely audible sounds of Sebastian thanking you.

You would've had a mind to ask him what in Yoba's name was he thanking you for if his cock wasn't teasing your cunt jussstttt right. Each thrust of your boyfriend's hips, it was a delicious dice roll between him either hammering his cockhead against your aching clit or him slipping enough of himself inside your hole that made you want to beg for more. However, tonight wasn't supposed to be about you in the slightest.

Your sweet Sebastian thought he was soooo sneaky about his hentai.

And when you had stumbled upon it, peaking through the crack of the door just enough to spot how he moaned out your name to some girl on screen that looked vaguely familiar to yourself. You noted how she wore a sexy dog outfit with stockings that gripped the thighs so tightly that the fat of the skin started to pudge out a little.

It was the perfect gift to give your boyfriend to end the week!

You just hadn't expected him to like the gift this much.

"Sebby..." You quietly moaned to Sebastian, not expecting him to truly respond to you with how lost he was from thrusting his dick out and between your thighs. The way he mumbled incoherently as his face was a deep beet red made you nearly want to beg him to stick his cock in you, the throbbing deep inside your cunt so obvious that, while him practically battering your clit was nice...you wanted more. And what better way to entice him to give you more than to help him along to his orgasm?

"Y/N..." Sebastian tearfully moaned, his mouth threatening to hang open like a panting dog as his tear-filled eyes slowly dragged over to you. "I feel sososososo good—you feel so good—shit!"

You clenched your thighs tighter together, causing your boyfriend to hiss out in pleasure as his pace began to stutter a little in the wake of his orgasm. "So cute Sebastian~" You giggled as you trailed a hand down to your clit to begin rubbing yourself to the sight of your teary-eyed boyfriend, lost in the pleasure of fucking your thighs. And as Sebastian looked over your flushed form, showing a particular interest in how you used your fingers to rub your bundle of nerves gently, his mouth suddenly began to water with the sudden need to taste your cunt.

As much as he loved fucking your thighs...nothing would ever compare to the taste and feeling of your cunt on his lips. The memory helping him manage a few more thrusts before he suddenly stilled with a pitched moan and a few cries of your name as his ropey cum splattered against your stomach.

You steadily took your fingers from your clit as you watched Sebastian come down from his high, only for him to look at you through hooded eyes as he licked his lips. "You didn't get to cum..." His eyes were glued to your soaked pussy, the poor man nearly having a mind to lick his mouth like a hungry dog would its chops in the face of a slab of meat.

"May I?" You couldn't nod your head fast enough.

Sam

If I'm being completely honest, I believe that he has a preference for your pussy. It's so tight and warm that how could he ever have a preference for anything else? It was like it was personally made for him, he practically has an addition at this point!

Therefore, I'd like to think that fucking your thighs wouldn't be his first choice ever.

But if you were both in a hurry to get somewhere but his boner just wouldn't calm down?

He's definitely going for your thighs, and although he thinks the plushness of your thighs is better for resting his head against. The perverted side of him does get off to the imagination that he's doing something dirty when he's fucking you behind your shared farmhouse.

Let's say— something, something forbidden relationship with the farmer's daughter.

♡ - It was hard for him to distinguish between reality and fantasy at the moment.

Of course, he knew that the moment he currently shared with you, fucking you right behind your shared farmhouse was absolutely real. But the imagination of him doing something even dirtier...a forbidden quickie at the risk of being caught by your father was making his cock throb. A perverted part of him wanted this fantasy that was bumping around inside of his head to be real as he pictured you being the cute farmer's daughter while he was the no-good troublemaker out to have you allll to himself.

It seems that he had won.

Like a dog drooling over a bitch in heat, he was currently pressing his front against your back while you braced your hands against the wall of the house, the loud calls of the cicadas hardly doing a single thing to drown out the noises of you and Sam's lovemaking. "F-Fuck baby..." Sam moaned in your ear as he roughly fucked your arms, his arms tightly wrapped around your torso all as he nuzzled his face into the side of your neck.

Despite the blazing heat that came with summertime, your warmth in particular was something he would never shy away from. Your breathless moans and whines for him to 'Go slower' or 'Be more quiet, Sam!' falling on deaf ears as Sam panted roughly into your ear as the back of his abdomen and thighs slapped roughly against your thighs.

"S-Sam...!" You tried to speak through your heavy moans, attempting to sound firm as best as you could to try and get your stupid blonde boyfriend to listen to you. "It's hot out here!" You continued to complain. "Do we really have to—Ooohhh...." Sam would've laughed had he not been imagining himself being balls-deep inside of your pussy. You complained about the heat but Sam thought he was being good in this moment!

"I-Imagine how much hotter it'd be if your pussy was wrapped around my dick, Y/N~" He purred into your ear.

Your pussy clenched at his lewd voice, panting and practically begging for you to let him continue defiling your thighs with his hard cock. His pre-cum coated the middle of your thighs and only continued to spread as Sam thrust out and in from your plush thighs. Yet, you tried to bite the inside of your cheek and remain as firm as you could, you'd let your boyfriend get away with this just this once.

But it really was hot outside!

And there were so many chores to do as well— "Heyyy..." Sam suddenly whined. "Don't space out on me—" You gasped as you felt one of Sam's hands begin to trail up towards one of your tits, the feeling of him beginning to flick and tug at your perked nub making your pussy ooze out even more of its slick onto your boyfriend's cock. And you could almost hear the smirk that steadily came onto Sam's face when he realized how turned on you were getting. "—If you need me to pleasure you more, just say it Y/N~" A sharp moan tore from your throat when Sam changed the angle of his thrusts, directing them more 'upwards' to begin sliding himself more against your pussy and effectively hitting your clit.

Each pleasurable stab stole your breath and sent electric shocks up and down your spine. The combination of the heat alongside Sam's needy whines and pants, as well as the touches of his eager hands making your mind begin to spin. "S-Sammmm—!" You drawled out as a trail of drool began to dribble out the side of your mouth, your eyes threatening to roll to the back of your head as you felt your orgasm begin to sneak up on you.

Although Sam, he knew your body like the back of his own hand.

The way your attempts to scold him began to slow before stopping completely in the wake of your moans, how you tried to press your body closer to him despite originally complaining about the heat...and especially how your moans started to increase in pitch. "My pretty Y/N..." Sam breathed against your neck, almost chuckling before a moan interrupted him as he felt a knot start to wind up in his stomach at his approaching orgasm, his balls tightening at his impending release. "Sosososo pretty—" He stopped when you looked over your shoulder to weakly shoot a glare at him, one that almost made him pause in his thrusts as he suddenly thought he had done something wrong if it weren't for the way you still had that needy look in your eyes.

"S-Stop...talking—" Weakly, you grabbed the front of his shirt before you pulled his lips to you to keep any more words from leaving his lips, causing the blonde's eyes to widen for but a single moment until he quickly relaxed and simply closed his eyes, sinking further into the feeling of you and your lips. And, silently, his imagination once more as, in the back of his mind, he imagined a far cooler setting and you being just as loud, if not louder than he was!

Begging for him to continue dicking down behind your father's farmhouse while he was inside none-the-wiser to the fact that his daughter was being taken by the very same boy that he constantly said was "No good". "Y/N—" He breathed against your lips, his eyes cracking open to admire your beauty even more. "Y/N...Y/N...Y/N—!" He chanted over and over and over again like a man possessed, a willing servant at the whim of his goddess as he hugged your body tighter to his own, his cock throbbing at the sound of your moans getting even higher in pitch before he suddenly felt a gushing sensation against his cock.

Your thighs shuddered against him as he continued to fuck your thighs, only managing a few more thrusts until he suddenly stilled with a deep moan. For a few minutes, both of your minds were foggy with lust and the blissful feeling of post-orgasmic bliss, that is...until you weakly smacked your hand against Sam's arm with a huff.

Sam huffed as he recognized that he was going to get scolded by you about how you missed your chores for the morning or that you weren't able to go fishing as you had originally intended, he hated when you scolded him, the way you looked at him while you were being all lovey towards him was soooo much preferable.

And, if Sam had to fuck you senseless (in the house this time, of course) to avoid being scolded for a little bit longer...he was going to do just that!

Alex

Similar to Sam, he has a preference for your pussy. If Alex is fucking your thighs, it's because he's in a bind and he doesn't have enough time to enjoy your pussy to the fullest.

However—

When the two of you were dating and were still fresh to the scene of being intimate with one another. When the two of you were making out one night and you felt Alex's girthy cock pitching a tent in his pants, you became nervous as hell.

No matter how much reassurance Alex tried to give you, you made it clear that you weren't ready for something as big as him being inside of you just yet.

And he respected that! (+ With you deciding to sleep over at his place, he couldn't imagine the horror of his grandparents overhearing the two of you)

Thus, he turned to your lovely thighs. After a few more kisses and gently sliding your pants off of you, he was all too eager to give you a taste of what he could give you via fucking your thighs as if he were actually fucking your pussy.

♡ - "You're like this just from making out a little?"

You were so wet that it was embarrassing, as Alex hooked a finger to gently pull your panties aside, gently toying and playing with the slick that your virgin sex oozed out. Your already present blush only increased when you began to hear the quiet squelching of your cunt. "You realllyyy sure that you don't want me to fuck you with my cock, tonight?" Alex asked again. You could feel him smirk against the shell of your ear, even going so far as to lightly nip it to elicit a soft gasp from your kiss-swollen lips.

Your mind was foggy from lust, your brain practically tearing itself apart with the thought of what it would be like to have something so big inside of you while you were also afraid of something so big being inside of you!

Your fear won out in the end as you nodded your head. "I-I'm sure..." You whispered, almost ashamed of your answer. Alex quickly reassured you that he wasn't bothered in the slightest by turning your head towards him and pressing a kiss on the side of your mouth. If you were so scared, he'd simply give you a preview of the pleasure he could give you all without even sticking a single finger inside of you. "So cute, farmer." Alex kissed the side of your lips a second time before he started to trail kisses down the side of your neck, his fingers becoming more and more adventurous as he started to play with your throbbing clit while his other hand busied itself freeing his hard cock.

Every single part of you was absolutely mouth-watering to him.

From your tits to your ass, and especially your cunt. One day, he'd like to fuck all of them, make you cry out his name, and beg for him to dick you down like he hated you. But, as he finally freed his cock from his boxers, his dick struggling to stand upright from its own weight, he smirked against your neck at the quiet sound of your nervousness. "No need to be nervous, farmer." He laughed. "Let me fuck your thighs and I'll tend to this needy clit of yours," Your thighs threatened to slam closed when he pressed a single finger against your bud. The pleasure that shot throughout your veins almost blinding as you quickly threw a hand over your mouth to keep a moan from accidentally slipping out.

Cute.

"C'mon..." Alex urged once more. "Close your thighs around my cock." He whispered hotly against your ear.

Slowly, you did as he asked of you and closed your thighs. The feeling of his cock throbbing against your bare sex made your cunt ooze out even more of its lubricant while your bud throbbed so much that it was almost painful. "What—what do I do now...?" You asked the question hesitantly, not wanting to seem that much of a virgin that you didn't even know what to do with a cock even when it was presented to you.

Your boyfriend smirked. "Nothing," He said. "I'll take the reigns from here." Your hand immediately shot to his forearm when his fingers started to rub circles over your clit in tune with him steadily beginning to thrust his hips upwards. Alex leaned back a little, bracing himself with his free hand as he trusted you to hold onto him tightly while he pleasured both you and himself, the sight of your slick started to coat his dick making his mouth water as he started to wish that he was down there, tasting your cunt and committing every reaction you gave him to memory.

For now, he'd gladly settle with this and your current reactions as you squirmed and struggled to keep quiet, all as you grasped onto his forearm as if it were your only lifeline. "A-Alex...!" You breathlessly whispered. "Feels so good..."

"Yeah?" He kissed your neck, slowly speeding up his fingers much to your delight. You bucked further into his touch as your cunt clenched and twitched against the fervent rubbing of his cock. Soon, breathless gasps and whines mixed with deep yet quiet groans started to fill the room, threatening to bounce off the walls as your boyfriend began to fuck your thighs even faster, even harder. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin began to reach your ears as you could feel Alex's balls hit the back of your thighs while the deep sounds of him groaning your name and raving about how good you felt began to make a strange feeling start to appear in the pit of your stomach.

"Fuckfuckfuck...!" Alex moaned. "You feel so fucking good pretty..." If your thighs felt this good, how would your cunt feel? He wondered.

The imagination of his cock thrusting in and out of your warmth...you could hardly control much less recognize the sounds that left your lips as you wrapped your arms around the back of Alex's neck, nearly biting your bottom lip to the point it bled as you forced each loud moan that wished to escape into the back of your throat. "A-Alex—!" You cried out, small beads of tears dotting your eyeline as the odd feeling of something coming closer made you feel weird. "—s-something...something's coming!" You tried to warn him, the warning seeming to do nothing but make his fingers move against your clit even faster.

"You close?" He groaned against your ear. "Go ahead and cum pretty, I'm—" His hips began to stutter a little at his oncoming release, threatening to nearly bounce you off his lap with how hard he was fucking up into your plush thighs. "—I-I'm close to...r-right behind you..." It was hard for him to keep quiet with how good you felt, and the same went for you as Alex's fierce movements against your clit made you clench and throb around nothing as more and more of your moans slipped out. It was hard to worry about who would hear you when you felt so good, the strange feeling in the pit of your stomach getting tighter and tighter until you threw your head back onto Alex's shoulder with a loud moan of pleasure. "Fuck—!" You just about nearly screamed until Alex slapped a hand around your mouth to try and help control your moans.

Just in time for him to suddenly curl over you, managing a few more thrusts before he stilled, a scorching warmth coating your thighs. The two of you basked in your shared orgasm for a few minutes, panting like dogs in heat.

If things felt that good without being truly fucked with his cock...

You'd have to get over your nervousness sooner rather than later.

Harvey

He loves your thighs. He really does think they're the prettiest part of your body!

Essentially, he's a textbook example of being a master-class level thigh-man. Boobs and ass are fine but the idea of your thighs being around him in some shape or form? That's what gets him off.

Here me out on this though, out of everyone on this list, however? His tastes in fucking your thighs would be pretty basic and obvious.

Not too much kinkiness to it or any alternative motives needed to get him going/finding a reason behind wanting to fuck your thighs. He's the type to simply ask if he can fuck your plush thighs and going at it once you've given him the okay! But—there's one scenario that does get him going.

Fucking your thighs in his office.

So, one night, when Maru had gone home and he was finishing up some paperwork, stressed as all hell per the life of a doctor—

Being the caring spouse that you were, you decided to give him a little encouragement. And the man was secretly over the moon when you lovingly gave him the encouragement.

♡ - "Cmon Harvey…you gotta finish this paperwork so we can go home~”

The pen in his hand was trembling like a lone tree would in the face of a hurricane. When he had said that he needed to stay in his office later than usual to finish up some paperwork, he was warmed at the fact that you wanted to stay with him to keep him company! The light conversation you provided as well as your soothing presence had made for the perfect encouragement to keep his pen moving across his paperwork, anything to help him alongside faster so he could reach his favorite part of the day, resting in you and his shared bed with your fingers running through his hair.

Yet...when you had begun to start touching him, your words taking on more of a seductive purr compared to earlier. He knew you were beginning to grow bored of watching him do paperwork for the past hour and a half.

He tried to hurry, you were always suddenly in the mood to distract him when he was busy with something or you found yourself sitting down for too long. And, trying to tell you that he was 'almost done' or 'give me a few more minutes' rarely worked in the face of your newfound eagerness to play with him, even when he attempted to use a firm tone! It always fell short as even he couldn't resist your temptations in the face of him being absolutely weak for you.

A few kisses against his lips and light touches against the tent that was beginning to pitch in his pants...he was a goner soon after.

"H-Honey..." Harvey hissed, almost as if he were in pain although you knew it was quite the opposite. The feeling of you moving your warm thighs up and down his throbbing cock at such a slow pace was maddening, almost making him want to attempt to take control but his hands were far too shakey to attempt it only to wind up embarrassing himself. "Please..." He begged.

You looked over your shoulder with a giggle. "Please what?" You questioned with a sickeningly sweet mockery.

"Let me—" He gulped. "—let me cum...it's d-distracting me."

You hummed, your facial features shifting in question as if you were genuinely considering his request as you moved your thighs up and down even quicker on your boyfriend's cock. "Hm...I don't know Harvey—" You stopped briefly in your sentence as Harvey's hand shot to your arm, gripping it tightly as his head began to fall, groans and pleas for you to continue at the pace you were going slipping from his lips. The sight was absolutely arousing, all you wanted to do all of a sudden was kiss your boyfriend stupid while you slipped his cock into your pussy and rode him until the next day!

However, if Harvey couldn't focus on finishing his paperwork.

You had to be the rational part of his brain and encourage him to do!

Thus, you slowed your pace down much to the disappointment of your boyfriend, his head suddenly rising a little to look at you with an adorable confused expression, as if he were a pup who was confused as to why something was taken from it all of a sudden. "W-Why—"

"Finish your paperwork." You said with an even firmer voice than he could manage. "If I let you cum now then all you'll do is have to stay here even later tomorrow!" You pouted.

"Just focus Harvey!"

'Easier said than done.' Is what the doctor said in his head as he struggled to raise himself to a position where he could finish his work, desperately trying to ignore the slow movement of your thighs much less the way you quietly moaned in his ear and spoke filthy things in his ear.

Things like how you deserved a reward of your own after he was finished with his paperwork, a reward that went along the lines of him fucking you stupid with his cock or you fucking him stupid. "You're slowing down Harvey~" You purred in his ear when you spotted his writing beginning to slow down once more. "C'mon, it's like you don't want to go home after this!" You dared to laugh at Harvey when he gasped at the feeling of your hand beginning to massage the head of his cock every time it appeared when you had lowered yourself back down.

"Think how much you'll be able to cum once we're home honey~"

This was torture.

The only warning you got that he had reached his breaking point was when he sighed and he placed his pen down on the table, causing you to make a noise of confusion before he wrapped his arms around your torso and fucked his hips up into your thighs. The sounds of plapping echoing throughout the room in tune with Harvey's moans and deep-bellied groans making you soak through your panties and suddenly wish you were the one being fucked and not your thighs!

"H-Harvey?!" You tried to speak over the sound of your thighs getting destroyed. "What's gotten into you?" You laughed. "Suddenly not up to finishing your paperwork—" Harvey suddenly placed a hand over your mouth, the sudden show of dominance making your face suddenly heat up as your imagination suddenly ran wild with the thoughts of your boyfriend fucking you exactly as he was with your thighs now.

You almost thought you would've came in his lap completely untouched but—

"S-Shit..." Harvey whispered against your ear. "Y/N..." He moaned. His clothed thighs slapped up into your own only a few more times before he stilled with a sharp outcry. Yet...when you looked down to see if you could see the evidence of his release...you were met with— "Nothing?" You said curiously.

You looked to Harvey for but a moment before you gasped and then smirked. He had a dry orgasm.

"Oh, Harvey...we definitely need to see if you'll be able to have other types of orgasms now~"

Shane

The second on this list who would use the concept of fucking your thighs as a way of punishment. However, unlike Elliot, he's doing it purely for fun.

Fucking your thighs while telling you the exact same things he would say if he were fucking your cunt as normal, it nearly makes him cum within seconds. Bonus points if you're tearily trying to convince him to fuck your pussy.

But, unbeknownst to you, that only makes him want to fuck your thighs even more as—why would he end his fun so early?

And you best believe he's doing a little bit of playful gaslighting/manipulation to further play into the fact that you're trying to end him having a little fun with you too early!

Lines like 'Eh? Why are you tryin' to end my fun so early?'

'Aww, is my cock rubbing over your pussy not enough for you? Learn to be less selfish hun'.'

Y'know, the usual Mean!Shane agenda in a way.

♡ - You'd long since lost count of how many times Shane used your thighs to cum.

His weight pressed down on your back to keep you pinned underneath him as he moved his hips up before roughly slamming them back down, eliciting the filthy noises of skin on skin slapping together. as if the two of you were truly fucking one another. And what's worse? Had it not been for you not feeling the sensation of your cunt before stuffed to the absolute brim, Shane would've had you believe it all too easily!

He spoke to you and treated you as if his cock was balls-deep inside your cunt. He spoke the dirtiest words to you, praising your cunt and how warm and wet it was as if he weren't using your thighs as a fleshlight right now. "Fuuuckkk..." Shane groaned deeply in your ear as he used the slick of his previous orgasms to move his hips even faster while you had no choice but to take it.

Yet...personally for you, your cunt ached so much that it was borderline painful.

You wanted to cum as well! But, all Shane did in return was try to trick you into believing that he really was fucking you properly!

"Shane..." You moaned out deliriously as you wiggled your thighs, trying to encourage your boyfriend to at least fuck your thighs closer to where your unclothed cunt was. "Fuck me...please!" You cried out, desperately trying to keep your tears of desperate at bay as you looked over your shoulder to see him barely paying any heed to you.

Thus, you grew even noisier.

"S-Shane—!" Your outcry was quickly snuffed out when Shane wrapped a hand over your mouth with an annoyed fit of grumbles before you felt his breath on your ear.

"What? Gonna complain some more that I'm not fucking your needy pussy even though I am?" You could hear the playfulness in his voice as his thrusts into your thighs became slower and slower until all you felt as a sudden harsh thrust every now and again.

Briefly, Shane released your mouth. "Y-You're not!" You whined. "Stop tricking me! I-I know—Ah!" You suddenly shouted when Shane suddenly grabbed your hair and tugged, not enough to jerk your head back all of a sudden but to grab your attention with a brief stint of pain.

Shane quietly moaned as he resumed his original pace. "Who're you yellin' at?" He questioned. "Since when did you become such a brat? Beggin' for dick even though you already have it?" Your mouth opened to complain once more until you felt your boobs being played with, Shane lifting himself just enough to be able to do so comfortably. "Happy now?" He sneered as he flicked your nipples.

You were on the bridge of kicking your feet and shouting out your frustrations and desires to cum.

But...the small bit of pleasure that he was giving your nipples, it felt more electrified than it usually would in the wake of your sensitive, orgasm-deprived body.

You were going to take what you were able to get. "Not so mouthy now, huh?" As he released your hair, he pressed a hot trail of kisses down your back as you basked in the little bit of pleasure you were able to finally receive. "If you wanted your nipples played with, you coulda just told me~" He continued to tease you before you looked back to your boyfriend once more. And the sight of your teary eyes looking at him with such an adorable yet desperate expression...it made him pause for but a brief moment to smirk but truly hear you out.

"M-My pussy, fuck my pussy...please—!" You cried out. "I can't take it anymore, it...it hurts—"

"Alright, alrighttttt." Shane quieted you down. "Since you begged me so nicely, I have no choice...don't I?"

[hotchnersangel]

YOUR LOVE IS MY OXYGEN

Aaron Hotchner

You and Aaron had been in a relationship for a few months and it was getting to the point where conversations of your relationship were becoming serious and really authentic and genuine. After a case, Aaron is sat in your living room, watching the tv, some silly reality tv show he claimed to despise- yet, he always kept watching them with you, even opting to put them on without prompts from you. Simply because he knew you loved watching them.

It was a routine, you watch, he finds something to complain about and you give him a kiss and suddenly he can stand it again.

Today was no different, Aaron was on the sofa when you went to sit besides him, now in comfier clothes. You sit on the edge of the sofa, Aaron side eying you to catch your attention but you don't look at him. He sighs, again another move to try and encourage your attention. Though, you refuse to give into his antics and you watch the show kick off into drama.

Another sigh escapes Aaron's lips, slightly louder now but you ignore him again, which he evidently did not like as you feel the couch dip and hands slide under your thighs and your back as he pulls you softly across the sofa and into his lap.

"Is that what you wanted?" You smirk at him amused as he gives you a faux cold glare. "Seriously? All that fuss for me to sit on your lap?"

"Yes, maybe if you had just done it there would not be so much 'fuss'." He muttered into your hair, pressing a kiss to your crown.

You move back, looking over his face directly and smiling at him. You love every detail about this man. The way his hair eventually loses its gel throughout the day and returns to become fluffier and more enticing to you hands to run through it. The way his eyes crinkle when he smiles and his eyes always dart to catch yours when he makes a joke or sees something funny, making sure you saw or heard it too. The way his eyes softened when he stared at you, whether it was during more intimate times or just in general, he made sure you were always taken care of before even himself. Every small detail about him, his heart, his body, his personality.

You even loved how he fake hated reality tv to encourage you to kiss him, he could just ask but it became an unspoken tradition by now.

You continue watching the show until one of the stars cause a fuss and create drama and Aaron sighs. "Seriously, I don't understand how you can enjoy this."

You stay silent knowing he will keep talking.

"This is crazy, it's the same thing over and over. Jenny kisses Alex and Maura gets upset. It's the same situation as Olivia and Jaques getting together when she was still with Liam."

You smirk at him, noticing that he does pay attention to the goings-on.

"For gods sake, look at George and Lana's body language, clearly they don't even like each other- I bet they just want the money. You know what, we could go on this and just try win the money because I'm sure as hell we would win considering we are in an actual relationship and these absolute degenerates are all faking their relationships so they get lots of money." He huffs after he lets out a rant, you staring at him as he can't depart his eye line from the tv.

"I'm actually angry just watching this." He scowls at the tv before turning to see you smiling delicately, you eyes roaming his face. Immediately upon seeing your smile, he grins at you. "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing just my boyfriend." You shrug, continuing to look at him.

"I like it when you call me that." He replies, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Both your heads turn as you continue to watch the show once again and you look at Aaron once more, just wanting to stare at him for the rest of your life.

"I love you." You blurt before you could even process what you said. You widen your eyes as you see him do a double take with a wide smile on his face.

"Sorry what?" He asks amused and you bite your lip, laughing in shock.

"I didn't mean to say that." You admit but shake your head, "Not that I don't mean it, I just-" You ramble but his hand lifts to your cheek.

"Say it again."

"I love you." You repeat.

"Again."

"I love you." You say again, giggling this time.

"Again."

"I'm in love with you." You grin softly, looking at him nervously as you see a twinge of pink caress his cheeks.

"I hate that you've just ruined my plans." He says with a grin but you look confused so he carries on. "I scheduled you to receive some flowers this weekend, I planned a whole thing out to tell you that."

You blush and look to your hands then back into his eyes. "Really?"

"Yeah, but somehow I think it's very endearing that you couldn't hold it in." He grins kissing just below your eye now, then moving to your cheek, then forehead.

"Loving you is like breathing to me honey, I don't even have to think about it to know it keeps me alive."

[fairytsuk1]

love thy neighbor | (s)

synopsis: can you write one where Alex is your new neighbor and you have a crush on him bc he's always very kind but it's all because he secretly just wants to fuck you?

pairing: alex quackity x reader

words: 5.4k

warnings: voyeurism, exhibitionism, vaginal sex, alcohol

You'd never seen him before. If you had, you'd know. Everything had started like usual. The morning coffee you desperately needed was brewed and drank, your hair was tamed into an unruly ponytail and shoes were adorned to fetch the bills. It was like any other day. Yet, it all came crashing down when you saw a stranger trying to get into your mailbox. Your feet quicken down the steps from your apartment, your arm waving to the side as you jog over to the unaware offender.

"Umm, hello! Excuse me?!"

The broad-shouldered man turns, and you feel horribly exposed in your faded sweatpants as he gives you a once-over. He's quick to grin at you, eyes scanning you before offering a small wave.

"Hey there."

He's devastatingly attractive, and that's an absolute fact. The way his hair falls, the freckled marks dotting his face. His build was something else entirely, and your mouth started to salivate when you noticed his forearm flex the tiniest bit. A beat of silence passes by as you try to remember what you were freaking out about–the mailbox could wait, did you even have mail? The keys jingle in his hand, and you stutter out. "Uh–that's my mailbox. Sorry, thought you were trying to steal from me!"

"Oh," his laugh is jovial, if a bit shy. "I had no idea. I swear they said this was for apartment 347…"

"347? That's right next to me! We're neighbors, then," and you can't help the excited gleam in your eyes.

How often did an attractive neighbor move in right beside you?

The man offers a firm hand. "I'm Alex, it's nice to meet you."

You introduce yourself. He tries out your name a few times, letting the syllables roll off his tongue like syrup before he tilts his head cutely. "Like that?"

"Yeah, like that," your stomach swirls with butterflies. The wave of an impending crush washes over you; you're left dazed as you nod and look around. He was flustering you in your faded sweatpants! Your knuckles rap against his mailbox as you try on a nonchalant attitude.

"This one's yours. For future reference," and Alex's eyes are soft and understanding as you point him towards the right inbox.

"Thanks so much. Oh, and I love your sweatpants. Sorry if that's weird to say, they look comfy!"

"What? It's not weird at all! They're just an old piece of—" You cut yourself off, looking down before glancing up at him with a smile. "You know what? Thank you!"

Alex laughs, as if he already knew what you wanted to say. He watches as you get your mail and follows suit. Your shoulders brush together, and you're zapped by an electric current. The two of you didn't need to tell each other about it. You'd both felt it.

Your neighbor bids you a kind goodbye, and his black hair shines in the morning sunlight. It's a morning like any other with bills, coffee and Alex. You try not to think about it too much.

On the other hand, Alex doesn't stop thinking about it. He keeps his smile and blush to himself while leaning against his kitchen counters. Millions of questions are blasting through his mind as he carelessly flips through his junk mail. Do you always wear those sweatpants? What does your hair look like when it's down? Would you like to ride or instead be pounded into the mattress?

A wandering hand scratches at his soft tummy, his t-shirt revealing a happy trail as he turns to wander to his office. He had work to do, and it wouldn't get done if he thought of you any longer. Though, you never really left his mind, if he was being honest.

Neither of your paths cross for a bit. You'd heard whispers and yells through your mutually shared wall, your interest increasing tenfold when you deduced online that he was a streamer. The smirk on your lips grew as you crawled into your bed that evening; now you know it's not a girlfriend causing those strange noises.

While your evening had ended peacefully, your morning had struck with a vengeance as you stood before your car. As you assessed the damage, what had begun as a slight inconvenience had turned into a pure catastrophe. A flat tire. No doubt some punk across the street, but it didn't make you any less angry at the fact you were now going to be late and driving on a spare. This was not just the worst, but nearly the end of all. You stomped back and forth like a child, still holding your briefcase and donning a cute suit.

"Oh, goddammit! Are you serious!"

Alex peers at you curiously as he exits his building. From his third-floor view, he could see how your tiny self flitted and squealed at the flat tire. He watches you for a moment more with a smile on his lips. A giggle escapes him when you stomp all around your vehicle before collapsing in a heap beside it. You were cute. 

You pin him with a dismayed look from all the way down, and he feels a call to action. A true damsel in distress, he could take care of this for you within a few minutes. He mulls it over–though is it mulling if you've already settled on yes?–before making his way out of the complex towards the parking lot. You're joined by your neighbor, and you both stand crossed-armed, heads tilted and curiosity on your faces.

"I just can't believe this! And I bet it's because it looks dirt cheap, but even if it is, that doesn't warrant this! Right? Who would give me a flat tire!"

You speak first to lament the lack of help available within the city. In the early morning, most shops were closed, and you felt that anxious twist of desperation and distress.

Part of him wants to scoop you up and press you against the hood of the car to make you cum endlessly on his tongue, fingers, cock, but rationality wins over. He nods in agreement at your venting. "It's really fucked up! Do you have a spare?"

A guilty nod as you shyly shrug. His eyebrow quirks.

"Do you–uh, know how to change it?"

An awkward silence permeates as you shuffle on two feet.

"Well, no. But I have all the things for it! It shouldn't be too hard. Let me google it, actually," and you're typing at never-before-seen speed. "Okay, so you jack it up… and then, what the hell is that?"

You were this little, pitiful thing. Alex wanted to care for you the way no man ever had. He needed to take care of you, to be the only man in your life that you could look at and feel secure and loved. If you let him, he could be that guy for you. 

"Want me to take care of this for you?"

Your head snaps to him quickly. Considering it at first, it was the best option. You were late, he was here, and you didn't know how to change a tire. By all accounts, this was a perfect solution. Would you have to pay him back, though? Did a blowjob count, or was he not that kind of guy?

"Sure! If it's no problem for you."

Alex grins coolly and nods. "It's not a problem at all. Let me see what tools you have, yeah?"

He's quick with it, and you're only sitting on the curb for a few minutes as he easily jacks up the car and replaces the tire. You wonder if he's done this for other girls before. Alex is comfortable yanking the tire off and securing the spare, your eyes lecherously watching him work.

Alex feels your eyes burning a hole into him as he lugs the tire out, breath escaping in a soft pant that leaves your mind running wild. You can't help but latch onto any show of skin you can. The rise of his shirt revealed the soft skin of his tummy. His shirt tightened around his bicep as he flexed to lock the tire into the place. Even the way his hair flew in front of his face as he turned towards you left you shaky.

"You should probably get it checked out just in case, but it's all done!"

"You don't think you did a good enough job?"

"I did what I could! But still. You're going to be late, princesa."

That nickname comes so naturally to him. Princesa? He provides an inkling of shade while looming over you, hands tucked into his pockets with a boxy smile. You're still sitting on the curb and have a terrible case of ultimate attraction as you look at that sweet stretch of a smile and gleam in his dark brown eyes.

"You should get going."

Alex urges, and you're standing on command with hot cheeks. You're stuttering out a 'thanks' and trying to keep the smile from taking over your face. Alex hands you your bag, and a sharp zap runs through you when your fingers touch.

"I really should. I, uhm, really, thank you!"

"Didn't I say it was no problem?"

He laughs, and you're laughing, too. As you settle into your car and offer a shy wave from the privacy of your Toyota, he waits patiently. You see him as you back up and drive away, black wisps of hair swaying with the breeze like he's a gift from nature himself. The drive is filled with music, and you wonder whether he'd like to go for coffee sometime.

File papers, get a coffee, sit in on a meeting and organize your files. It's all the same boring, dull work day by day. Nothing soothes the ache in your eyes or the budding carpal tunnel in your wrist. Nothing but daydreams of a new coworker named Alex, who is also your neighbor and seemingly can't help but corner you in the copy room to ask if you want to "get out of here."

It was quite a slow day. The reprieve of responsibilities your apartment gives you is more than enough comfort as you kick your shoes off. Time for a shower, and maybe you'll go to bed early. The mental checklist in your mind is carefully sorted through as you wash the day's grime off you. Comfy pajamas are set, vibrator in hand, and you feel happy as you snuggle into Sherpa blankets.

It's only then that you hear it. It's soft, enough for you to pass over it till it grows louder. It's undeniable, unmistakable–the soft moans of Alex barely passing through your thin walls. You're shooting up and pressing your ear against the drywall, hearing a groan. "Ah, fuck… feels so good."

Oh my god. It's definitely him, voice ragged and whiny as his hand twists around the tip of his dick, pre-cum leaking past his knuckles as he moans. You shouldn't be listening. You know this; it's wrong, and it's perverted. You twitch with the urge to move your hand higher up your thigh, but you force yourself to stay still as you plot your next move.

You tug your blankets up higher to cover your face shyly, eyes fluttering when the bed creaks softly from the room over and he whines. Alex fucked his hand eagerly, and your thighs pressed together at the strangled moan that beat past his lips.

"Fuckk, like that–yeah…"

And then you hear it. Your name. It leaves your hand shooting past your pajama pants to circle your clit, fingers slipping as you bite the palm of your hand. Was he imagining you? Indeed, he knew you could hear him. You have to press your free hand to your mouth as you work your fingers over your clit, your hole clenches around nothing, and a bumbling cry is whispered past your tongue.

He mumbles about taking it all, and you're uncaring as you eagerly rub yourself in tune with how Alex fucks his cock in his fist. You sink in a finger, then two, and groan at the delicious stretch. Your fingers fuck in and out of you, driving deep as you imagine Alex pressing your legs to your ears and fucking himself inside you before drawing back with a heavy thrust.

Alex tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, pushing his black shirt up as he tips his head back. "God, 'm so fucking close, baby."

His eyelashes kiss his cheeks as he imagines your bobbing head as you take him into your throat. Socked feet curl, and Alex whimpers when he feels it, balls aching while his hips pop up into his hand.

"'M gonna cum, ohmygo–fuck!"

You can't help the moan that escapes you as you soak your own fingers, riding out your high as you listen to Alex's groaning release. His voice is so deep and ragged that you're still pulsing; if only there was some way to will him over to your apartment to fuck the shit out of you. Burying your face into the pillows, you pant listlessly while gingerly removing your hand from your pants. Alex has gone quiet, and you can imagine his slumped form, all relaxed and seated in his gaming chair.

Sticky strings stretch between your fingers when you look at your hand. A wanting sigh escapes you as the apartments fall into a mutual silent quiet. Your fingers would have to do for now, despite how much you kept thinking about that stretch of his fat head as he plunged into your pussy.

You don't stop thinking about it. Not when you wake up and start the coffee. Not on the drive to work. Not even when you watched porn to try to get it out of your head, you couldn't stop thinking about listening to him cum.

He sounded so angelic, voice-pitched, and so needy for you. Of all girls, he imagined you, wanted you! That had to be some sick and twisted sign of fate. On a late night of too much wine and faith in your plans, you order a brand-new coffee table fit with way too many screws and bolts. You'd give up before you even tried to assemble that thing.

Thankfully, you knew exactly who would.

Ushering the package inside was easy. You would not act like you got this and were waiting for him to ask if you needed help building it. No. You had to be the perfect victim. Your fingers tear the box open like a madman as you make a half-hearted attempt to construct the table yourself. The instructions went on for pages, your brows furrowing at "attach A1 to B1." Only then do you drag yourself up from your soft rug, apply a bit of gloss, and march next door to Alex's apartment.

Three soft knocks and an extra for good measure; Alex is curious as he tilts his head in welcome.

"Hey you," he starts, bulging arms crossing. "What's up?"

"Hey! So, I bought this new coffee table with really confusing instructions and…"

His eyebrows raise as he looks you over, a look in his eyes that you can't identify. You hope your gloss is enough to tempt him, but you use your arms to push your boobs up just a tad higher. "What do you think? Will you help me out? I promise to pay you back!"

"Oh, yeah? Why'd you need a new coffee table?"

"The other just—umm, broke. All over the place."

"All over the place," he hums thoughtfully, and his hand rubs at his jaw; you wonder if he's into choking. "I can take care of that for you, then."

"Great! Just come over when you're ready," you clap your hands together and smile widely.

"I'll just come with you now, if that's okay. Don't want to leave you without your precious coffee table."

Alex moves closer towards you, and you’re keenly aware of the height difference between you two. Not just height, but size difference. A light laugh filters from your lips and you nod your head towards next door.

"Even better," you croon and take the lead back to your apartment. "So, what were you up to?"

"Nothing, really," Alex replies casually with his hands in his pockets. "This actually gives me something to do, which is awesome! So thank you…"

The way he says your name is intoxicating. You want it whispered down the column of your throat as pink lips catch on your exposed jugular. You'd never been the one to chase, but hearing your name fall from those pretty lips was more than enough bait. Thankfully, Alex had no idea crossing the threshold of your front door would lead to him getting stuck right in your spider's web.

He fits right into your quaint apartment. You and Alex engaged in small talk, but it was nothing serious. He sits at your counter, and you pour him some water like this is something you do every day. It feels like you've been waiting for him to occupy your space. You'd already let him occupy your mind.

You lead him over to the wreck of a table with a hand.  He doesn’t address it, letting your palm slip into his and leech off the warmth. "You think you can handle it? It had me so fucking confused."

Alex chuckles and nods, glancing at you and still not letting go of your hand.

"This doesn't look too bad! I'm not an expert, but it should get done in an hour or two."

"Oh, really? Well, then, perfect! I guess we can start," you chirp and sit on the couch. "I'll be the tool handler."

Alex squeezes your hand before releasing, sitting before you on your soft patterned rug. He shakes his head and smirks at you from over his shoulder. "Alright. Let's get this done!"

He's quick and efficient as he pieces your coffee table together. At first, you're unsure of what to do as Alex silently begins to work. You blanch at your poor hosting skills, whisking yourself off to collect treats and talk him through his work. Snacks and lemonade are brought, and you can chat happily. 

"So, how do you like the complex?"

Alex takes a cookie and nibbles on it. 

"Good! People are nice, but I still don't understand trash day."

You laugh and nod in agreement, your eyes observing as Alex's biceps flex to combine two pieces of wood. God, he was driving you wild with every little movement and look.

"No one understands trash day, believe me. I'm glad you're enjoying it!"

"Yeah, I've met some really nice people."

The two of you hold eye contact for a beat. It's enough to leave your heart sputtering as you force yourself to look away. His gaze was dark, intense, and sexy. You couldn't face that alone. With a little more time, Alex dusted his hands off and planted them on his hips. He steps back and you’re taking in the wonderfully strong coffee table that sat in the middle of your living room.

"What do you think?"

"It looks amazing! I could sit on it, and it wouldn't break."

"Okay, but don't," Alex teases and sets the screwdriver beside him. "It's good? You like it?"

You turn with the happiest grin on your face as you nod. "I love it! Really, thank you so much."

He shrugs and exclaims, "it wasn't that hard," but you were grateful for his presence anyway. You plop yourself next to him and tug your knees to your chest, "I really need to pay you back, somehow. That makes two things you've fixed for me."

You could pay him back right now with plush lips wrapped around his cock, letting him groan as he bucked up into your throat. It would be the picture-perfect way to settle this. You'd get down on your knees for him in an instant.

"Ehh, I mean," he shrugs humbly. "It's really not a big deal, but if you wanna pay me back, why don't you come to my place? We can just hang out or whatever."

'Or whatever.' You want to be shocked, but your chemistry was way too electric to pass up. Your face instantly breaks out in a grin, and you're nodding–not too fiercely–to his request, "I'm down for that! When were you thinking?"

Alex hums momentarily to seemingly rack his brain for a possible opening. Then, his soft eyes land on you as he offers up the following Wednesday at around five. You readily agree, and the two of you are sitting and looking in a trance that neither of you wants to break.

"Well," he's first to break contact, head turning away as he stands and dusts off his knees, "I should probably get going."

"Oh, right! Let me walk you out."

Is it just you, or are the two of you walking slow on purpose? You open the door for him and leer from behind at his broad shoulders and fit form. Alex turns back and grins, lips quirking and eyes crinkling. "See you on Wednesday!"

"I'll see you! Bye," and the door is closed and locked with a 'click.'

You can't help the squeal that escapes you as you rush to the living room to admire Alex's handiwork. Fingers brush against the smooth edges, the glass and wood hitting in contrasting materials. He really built this for you. You could hardly believe it, and now you had a date in a few days. Only a few!

Most of your time is spent wondering what you'll wear, which lingerie, and whether you should prepare a gift; the list is never-ending. You decide just an hour before five: a lovely, simple dress with lacy lingerie. Then, you'd topped it off with a silky red wine. It was the perfect presentation of you, and you were ready as you knocked on his door.

Alex is adorned in a black button-up that leaves your eyes greedily sucking up every visible inch of skin. Your eyes snap to his deep brown ones, and you greet him with a shy smile. He certainly looked good. Alex grins and opens the door wider, his eyes roaming over your figure as he whistles. "Wine? Wow, you went all out! I actually got some tequila for us, as well, so…"

"Prepare to get drunk?"

"Maybe a little," he admits casually while locking the door behind him.

His apartment is clean, just as you had figured. With grand counters and charming floors, you noticed that the living room was perfectly set with flickering vanilla candles. You set the wine on the counter and round it to peer at the meat cooking on the stove.

"I wasn't sure what you liked, so I made some homemade tacos. Is that okay?"

You quickly nod and clap your hands together, an excited squeal escaping you. "Yeah! That's totally fine, I love a good dinner."

It's fun, it's sweet, it's full of alcohol and perfectly cooked carne asada. It was thoughtful and one of the best dates you had ever been on. Alex and you sit side by side, munching on overstuffed tacos and drinking expensive wine. It's only when the plates are finished that the two of you are really able to bask in each other's presence.

You're tipsy off a glass of red, and Alex looks so inviting as he sits confidently next to you, one leg crossed over the other with his hand spread out on the back of the couch. "So… are you tipsy?"

Alex laughs in a sweet, melodic tone.

"Oh, absolutely," and then his eyes rake over your form before he's swallowing and uttering. "You look really beautiful tonight."

"Thank you."

Neither of you is aware of the magnetic pull; you both only know that you're getting closer by the second. Alex boldly places his hand gently on your knee, and you know you're done for when your lips meet in a saucy kiss. You're instantly moaning, a soft exhalation escaping you as you press forward to deepen the kiss; Alex's hand slides further up to your thigh, and you scoot closer in the dim candlelight for more.

It starts slow, a gentle kiss between two souls eager for connection, and then it grows. His fingers dig into the meat of your thigh as your tongue swipes against his lips. A soft groan escapes him as he massages your plush skin. Alex is first to pull away, freckled cheeks flushed and warm as he gazes at you with fondness.

"I've been wanting to do that for who knows how long," he whispers, and your heart hammers in your chest.

"Me too," you reply and glance at his inviting lap.

He catches your gaze, and the pull of his hand leaves you breathless as he practically manhandles you into his lap. You fit perfectly against him, body molding to his as you dive back down for more kisses and more touches.

Alex shifts and pulls under you, a wave crashing against you as his greedy hands grip your hips to slot them against his amid your make-out session. Then, you're yelping as his large hands curl around the meat of your thighs to lift you effortlessly against his chest and haul you upwards toward his room.

"God, you're strong! You must work out a ton," your compliment flies loosely from your lips, slack with wine and desire.

"Thank you, I do. Wanna see what else I can do?"

You laugh into the junction of his neck and shoulder, face flustered and shy as he takes you further into his apartment towards his room. Your eyes take in the white walls, the way he smells like warm, spicy cinnamon. He’s intoxicating and your lips drag against the column of his throat to lave over a mole near his jaw.

He's simple as he lays you back, simple in how he crawls over top of you to kiss and grind you into his full-bodied mattress. His tongue licks into your mouth, and you're caught on how the two of you are still tangled in shirts made of cotton. The clothing can't come off fast enough, and Alex's fingers card up your rib cage, leaving light scratches and soft huffs of air escaping past your swollen lips.

Your arms wind around his back and pull him closer, fingers dipping into the caramel skin as you roll around till you sit prettily on top of him. He's so hard against your thigh, grinding up against your hot pussy from beneath you.

"Fuck, you feel so good on top of me," Alex whisks off his shirt, and his hands fumble with your bra before revealing the swell of your perky tits. "And you look good, too, mmf."

He groans into your neck, sitting up to catch your rolling hips and arching back within his arms. Your tits press against his bare chest as you both sway in a tumble of heat. You kiss up his jaw as you grind down against his dick, rumbles coming past both your lips before reconnecting in a searing kiss. Alex's hands scramble to his belt buckle, and you aid him in undoing the sharp leather; your hands work together to free him from his jeans and let his cock stir exposed in the cool air.

"I fuckin' need you, need you inside me."

“Yeah? Ah, fuckfuck, lemme get a condom…”

"I'm on the pill," you whisper hotly into his ear before nipping at the dangling lobe.

Alex shudders and nods meekly, dashing forward to kiss you and pull you further against his hips. His cock leaves a smear of pre on your inner thigh, and you're gasping at the blunt head slipping and bumping right against your sticky clit. You both pant and rock just like that, your lips wrapped around his dick as you ground yourself up, up, up and down, down, down his length. The man before you whines into your neck, sloppy and needy, as his tongue and teeth battle to mark your smooth skin.

"Don't tease me, fuckin' please? God, I need to fuck you. I need to feel your pussy, baby, please?"

His begging drives you wild, and your hand wraps around his glistening base to angle and slip the mushroom head past your tight hole. A fierce cry escapes you at the stretch, your body slowly sinking down till you're full to the hilt, and Alex is carving a path in your insides.

You're a mess in his lap as you shift and grind against his hips, his thick cock arching deep inside you and rubbing that spongy spot that leaves you seeing stars. Alex mouths at your neck and plants a sloppy kiss on your pulse point. His voice is haggard and breathless. "God, you feel like fucking heaven around me, oohfuck."

"Yeah? Ohmy–god. You're so deep inside, ah, ah!"

Your pussy flutters and gushes around Alex as you hump him eagerly. The two of you are sweaty, hot messes as you bounce tirelessly in his lap, and Alex motorboats your chest with satisfied groans. Your clit presses stickily against the hair at his base, the puffy nub oversensitive and twitching as your hips tilt to fill you up once more. A keening whine escapes you, and your hands tangle into Alex's dark locks.

"Ah fuck, god, you always fuck your neighbors like this? Ride them like the pretty girl you are?"

His words leave your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you slam down onto him harder and faster till you're a shaking bunny that’s writhing, bouncing in his lap. "N-No! Only you, ohgod, only you can fuck me like this."

Alex's feet planted on the ground, and his hips piston up into you with a sharp thrust. A fierce warble escapes past your lips as you cling to his muscled shoulders; Alex fucks up into you and jerks you up with every punch of his hips against your creamy hole. "That's right, baby. Just–fuck–just take it. Yeah, yeah, just take me!"

Everything feels like it's spinning, and you hardly have the wherewithal to bury your face in Alex's neck as you moan and moan. As you clap down against him, a tight ball of heat coils in your tummy; your hand ducks down to rub pathetic circles against your puffy clit as Alex bounces you again and again.

"Oh, oh! Alex–holyshit, 'm gonna cum!!"

"Cum on my dick, princesa. Fuck, let me feel you milk me dry, ah–fuckfuckfuck!"

His balls pulse with need, and soon you're cumming all over his thick cock. Your hips struggle against his grip as you're entirely fucked out. Your orgasm takes over completely, and you're hardly coherent when Alex plants his feet and slides in balls deep inside you to fill you up with his load. It's hot white spurts that spill out of your sloppy hole, and you're clinging to Alex fiercely as you struggle to roll your eyes back to the center and calm your erratic breathing.

Alex holds you firmly, and a soft whimper echoes as his softening cock slips out of you. You've made such a mess of his bed, of dark gray and black sheets now stained with your arousal, you'd solidly marked him and his room. He pulls you closer by your waist and gently kisses the smooth curve of your shoulder and arm. "That was fucking amazing; you did so good for me."

The blush on your cheeks is inescapable. "Thank you, that was really nice. You felt good."

Your hand rubs his peck, and Alex smiles warmly at you, his hand stroking the small of your back as the two of you gaze at each other in fondness. Then, a magnetic pull draws you together into a searing kiss. You both snuggle further into the sheets, lost in the realm of kisses and touches.

Neither of you talk about how you’ve definitely crossed the line from neighbor to lover, but Alex pulls you close in the morning sunlight to kiss at the curve of your shoulder. “Good morning.”

His voice is deep and scratchy, you can’t help but press your ass against his morning wood with a smirk. “Good morning to you, too.”

“You tease,” and Alex is tackling you to the bed and burying you in a flurry of kisses and soft moans. You taste so good, he can’t get enough of you. He has to devour you whole, after all, he’s been waiting for you.

[formydiscordbesties]

Max.V Drunk and high

"Darling!" echoed through the speaker as you answered the call from Alex.

"Hey, sweetheart," you greeted, noting the slight slur in your partner's voice.

"I need your help. Max keeps asking for you and complaining he's been without your kisses for too long," Alex sighed, likely fending off Max's advances.

"Tell him I'm on my way," you chuckled, hearing Max's whining in the background.

Arriving at the bustling club entrance, you spotted Alex supporting a clearly tipsy Max, who was chatting animatedly with a friend.

Max perked up at the sight of your car, eagerly pointing it out as Alex guided him to the passenger side.

"Hello, darling," Max blushed as he settled into the seat beside you.

"Hi, love," you giggled at his dazed expression, his eyes tired but filled with adoration as they met yours.

"Here are his phone and wallet," Alex said, passing Max's belongings before bidding you both farewell and closing the door.

"Are we heading home?" Max asked after a moment of silence.

"Yes."

You received a contented hum in response before feeling Max's ringed hand land gently on your thigh.

Thinking he had dozed off, you glanced at him at a red light, only to find him already gazing at you.

Before you could speak, his lips met yours, his hand now gripping your jaw as he kissed you passionately.

Tasting the remnants of alcohol, you savored the moment until a honk from behind broke the spell as the light turned green.

"No, don't stop," Max whined as you pulled away.

"The light's green, Max. We'll have plenty of time for kisses at home," you reassured him, smiling softly at his pouting expression.

He behaved for the rest of the journey, but the moment the elevator doors closed, Max pressed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a fervent kiss.

It was messy, with a few missed connections, but you didn't mind.

He protested when you pulled away at the sound of the elevator reaching your floor.

"Come on, let's get you inside," you chuckled, guiding him to the bathroom.

Turning him to face you, you gently held his cheeks, meeting his eyes. "We need to brush your teeth, baby."

"Nooo, can't we do it later? I just want to sleep," he protested.

"We have to do it now," you insisted, coaxing him to open his mouth for the toothbrush.

Afterward, you led him to your bedroom, urging him to undress.

"You seem to enjoy getting me naked," he teased, struggling with his shirt.

"Just get undressed, Max," you laughed, amused by his antics.

As he tripped and fell onto the floor, you stifled a laugh.

"It's not funny," he pouted, finally freeing himself from his pants.

"You're right, I'm sorry. Come on, let's get into bed, and I'll make it up to you with kisses," you promised.

"Okay," he agreed, climbing into bed.

A smile spread across your face as you watched him settle in, but it quickly faded as he pulled you down beside him.

"Max!" you scolded, turning to face him.

"What?" he giggled, mischief twinkling in his eyes.

"What was that about?"

"I wanted you close to me," he shrugged. "Now, where are my kisses?"

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[wanderingblindly]

HELLO LIQUID!! So much congrats on your milestone!! 💕💕 could I please ask for a curse of obedience fic with pairing of your choosing? ☺️

HELLOOOOO LOVELY!!!!! And thank you so sosoossoosososo much!! I couldn't decide who i wanted to pair together for this, so i just made everyone cursed and let the grid decide :))) enjoy a little bit of grid chaos + norapinto <3333 Celebratory prompt list here!

Truth or Dare

"Well, I'm not playing," Lando rolls his eyes, settling into a spot against the wall, arms crossed. "Oscar, tell me I can't play."

"You can't play," Oscar repeats immediately, groaning once he's done. "Mate, you can't –"

"He's playing," Alex claps a hand on Oscar's shoulder, that irritating mischievous smile on his lips. "Tell him he's playing."

"You're playing." Oscar parrots, trying to shrug off Alex's hand. "Can you both stop –"

The emptied out steward's room is buzzing with chatter, the entire grid shoved inside and locked in unceremoniously.

Charles and Carlos accidentally made each other unable to speak by shouting commands at the same time, argument devolving to close-lipped yelling and flailing hands; Lewis and Valtteri have hidden themselves in the corner, content to watch the younger grid members chase each other about like terrors. Franco has latched himself onto Checo, speaking a mile a minute in Spanish – seemingly not spurred on my any order.

And George, watching from the center of it all, claps his hands loudly.

"Right then, everyone quiet down!"

The room falls dead silent, everyone turning to look at him with murder in their eyes.

He winces. "Didn't mean to order everyone, sorry." He doesn't, notably, revoke his command. "Alex had a great idea –" Lando smacks Alex in the chest, harder than necessary but softer than he wanted. "That we play a game of truth or dare."

Lewis flashes George a middle finger as Fernando simultaneously gives a thumbs up from the opposite side of the room; their eyes catch, Lewis rolling his and Fernando smiling with a few too many teeth.

"I'll command you all of the rules, then Alex will do the same to me. Does that sound fair?"

Pierre's tapping away on his phone, holding it up for the room to read: opened to a blacked-out Instagram story, the words "WHO MADE YOU KING?" in bold white font.

Esteban holds his phone up in turn: "PRESIDENT**"

Pierre types furiously: "HE'S BRITISH THEY HAVE A KING"

Esteban rolls his eyes before responding: "OF THE UNION BOUFFON"

George sighs exasperatedly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Everyone, put your phones by the door. Face down. Alex, tell me to do the same."

"Put your phone by the door." Alex says, already moving mechanically towards the door with the rest of the drivers, phone ready in hand.

----

"Ground rules," George says, standing int he middle of the circle he instructed – forced – them to sit in, neatly paired by teammates. "We're all going to play truth or dare, all of us." He flashes a look towards Lando, glowering next to Oscar and his constant state of mild disinterest. "Each person will get to ask one other driver one thing. No double questions. All topics are fair game, but nothing we say he can leave this room. That is all an order. Alex, repeat it back to me."

Alex does as he's told, the rest of the grid in various states of disarray. Yuki looks giddy – probably ready to torment Pierre in whatever ways he's cooked up; Liam seems two seconds away from throwing up – intimately aware that he's the newest of the bunch with the fewest cards in hand; Max keeps looking at Charles like they can communicate telepathically, maybe plotting a way to overthrow George, possibly trying to threaten each other with the worst dares imaginable.

And through that is Franco, looking at Lando like there's something he really wants to tell him.

Which isn't terribly surprising; Franco always looks like he wants to tell someone something – it's sort of his entire thing.

George claps again – the irritating git – before opening the floodgates. "Let's play!"

----

They're all sitting in silence again, willingly.

Pierre told Yuki to admit who his favorite teammate had been; he said that he found them all equally annoying.

Esteban told Pierre to show off his hairline; Lewis laughed a little too hard, resulting in Valtteri forcing him to confess to a Turkish vacation some time in the 2010s.

Charles smugly demanded Max name the driver he felt was the biggest threat – to which he immediately replied "no one".

The entire circle had exploded into uproar; Charles insisting that Max was lying, that he clearly found a loophole because George "had been foolish and not demanded honesty"; Carlos saying that Red Bull was going to blow the constructors as is, so maybe Checo was the real threat; Checo told him to go fuck himself, chucking his hat and completely missing; and Lando, looking with fire in his eyes, bit his tongue.

"Big of you," Oscar whispers under his breath, resisting a smile.

"Fuck off," He hisses, not willing to admit that he was keeping anything back. He knows that he can beat Max; he's beaten him already this season. If Max wants to keep his head in the sand and not admit that, if he thinks he's above all of them, that's not his –

"Lando, Lando, Lando," Carlos smiles at him, eyes glimmering like the devil.

Fuck, Max might not be his problem.

"The most handsome driver on the grid, you are going to give him a kiss."

Carlos is.

"No." Lando says, already rising up to his feet with his consent. "Carlos, that's not – that's not what we're meant to do, right George?" He drags his feet, weak to stop them.

"It's his choice," George is grinning, just shy of rubbing his hands together like a fucking fly. "Who're you gonna snog, mate?"

"I'm not –" He looks over his shoulder at Oscar – trying to tell him to command he stop. But his tongue freezes, unable to go against the ground rules George had set. He's drawing nearer to Alex, sat just on the other side of the circle, who looks like he's about to burst into laughter.

His voice has gone pitched with hysterics, "Lando, mate, what're you –"

"Shut the fuck up," Lando grits, face running so hot he can feel his pulse in his cheeks. "It's not you, bastard. Fuck you, actually, this was all your fucking –"

Lando's traitorous feet stop, shins bumping into Franco's knees – sat with his feet tucked like an excited child. His head whips up, eyes wide. "Wh–"

"I dunno, mate," Lando sighs, trying to hide his embarrassment behind a facade of… something better. Before he can say anything else, his body lurches forward, hands reaching for Franco's jawline and forcing him to sit up a little straighter, to tilt his head as Lando presses their lips together.

The room bursts into chaos, the command melts away – but Franco slides his tongue into Lando's mouth before he loses the chance.

[disneyprincemuke]

love like this * aa23

alex may be the reason your parents are separating, but he proves to you that soulmates still exist

pairings: alex albon x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of divorce

notes: the alex albon tag is waYYYY too dry and i can't keep waiting!!! so i aM TAKING MATTERS INTO MY OWN HANDS!!! also, inspired by that one scene in the office

(f1 masterlist)

alex was having a great day. he'd woken up with the sun shining brightly on the right side of the bed. to make it even better, he's on his way to spend the day with you.

he had everything planned out: he has a list of activities you could do, movies you could watch, and places to walk at in case the day dragged on too long to stay in. he has a bouquet of flowers pressed against his chest and takeout from your favourite restaurant. he's very excited to finally just lay back with you after a stressful couple of weeks.

that was until you opened the door for him. you were glaring at him like you've never before with your phone pressed up against your ear..

he's in shock when you ignore his lean for a welcoming kiss. you don't even acknowledge the flowers in his hands. you just leave the door open and turn around, walking further into your apartment.

alex walks in hesitantly, slipping off his shoes. typically, he'd leave it by the door under the shoe rack. judging by your mood, however, he neatly places it on the rack.

he loses you in the apartment so he just invites himself in to place his presents on the table.

"love?" alex calls out softly, dragging his feet against the cold tiles of your apartment. "i brought us food."

he finds you in your bedroom, just having ended your phone call. "i got your favourites from your favourite downtown. care to have a meal with me, love?"

you whirl around, now tears in your eyes. "what did you say to my dad?"

alex raises an eyebrow, lips parted in shock at your accusation. he's only met your dad once - 3 days ago after flying in. he knows they clicked because he's found himself a new texting buddy. he's even secured your father tickets to the final race this year, supposedly.

"what do you mean?" alex is careful with his tone. the last thing he wants to do is end up in a fight with you.

"that was my dad on the phone," you point to the device that's on the other side of the bed with your other hand on your hip, "he called me to say that he's filing for a divorce."

alex tilts his head. he's very empathetic, truly, but it's difficult to know what to say to you when he doesn't know what's going on. as far as he knew, he didn't have anything to do with this. "i say this in the lease oblivious way possible... but, why is it me?"

you huff, looking away as tears start to fall out of your eyes. you're very close with your parents and alex knows that. "he said he knew after our dinner that night." you wipe the tears away roughly and look back at him. "what did you say?"

"i," alex trails off at a loss for words. he's trying his best to recall the evening word per word, but nothing comes up. nothing that would warrant your father wanting a divorce from you mother. "my love... i don't know. i didn't say anything to him, i swear!"

"there has to be something." you sound defeated as you drop yourself back into your bed, arms spread out as you stare at the ceiling. "they've been together longer than i've been alive. there's no way this came out of nowhere."

but he really doesn't know what it is. "do you want me to talk to him?"

"no!" you shriek, sitting up quickly at his proposition. "you've done enough, alex! don't talk to my dad!"

he stands at your door, shoulders slumped and mouth gaping wordlessly at you. you do feel bad that you're taking it out on him. but your dad didn't elaborate further when he told you. he said he'll do it in person when he arrives at your apartment.

"i'm sorry," alex finally says. "i don't know what i could have said for this to happen... but i'm so sorry."

the doorbell echoes throughout your apartment, followed by a loud knock that's softened by your distance from the door. you sigh, shaking your head slightly as you get to your feet. "that's my dad."

"okay," alex nods, walking towards your bed. "i will stay here until you've talked. okay?"

you nod, muttering back a soft "okay".

you don't say another word as you pass him. but there's a warmth that explodes within your arm when his hand wraps itself around your elbow.

"i love you," alex says, tilting his head as he anticipates your response.

you nod weakly. "i love you."

the next 10 minutes pass by very slowly. from the comfort of your bed, alex heard nothing but silence for the first few minutes. suddenly, the apartment drowned in your sobs while you dad tries to calm you down.

it took everything in him not to come out to get you in his arms. he hates it when you're upset.

he tried not to eavesdrop on your conversation. not that you'd even spoken loud enough for him to make out words from either of you. so he settled for instagram, but even that wasn't entertaining enough to keep him occupied.

so then he moved on to tiktok, but that was too overstimulating for his head. he just wanted it all to be over and have you explain everything to him.

what kept everything moving quickly was when a notification from george came through, prompting a quick game of 8ball on message. it was entertaining: the insults from george as he slowly won.

but his eagerness to shove the win in his friend's face is quickly forgotten when he hears the front door close. the phone is thrown into your duvet and he pads towards the door.

he creaks it open, popping his head through the door. "my love."

"alex," you sigh from your door, hand still clutching onto the handle. you choke back on a sob at his name, falling to your knees.

"hey!" he runs to your aid, arms instinctively wrapping around you. he brushes his fingers through your hair as he sits back and pulls you into his lap.

your face is buried in his shirt as you continue to cry.

"i'm sorry about everything, my love," he hums, cheeks resting on the crown of your head. you clutch onto his shirt with everything you've got, still in disbelief at how everything crumbled down so quick.

your parents had always been your role model. their relationship was the clear benchmark to what you looked for your whole life. never did you think that the love of your life would be the downfall of that.

"it's," you take a deep breath and exhale shakily, "it's okay."

"is it," alex isn't sure he's ready for the answer, "really because of me?"

you nod, the tip of your nails tracing the design on his shirt. "my dad..."

"i'm really sorry. did he tell you what i said that caused all this?" alex has had his fair share of separated parents. he's been through this before, but he was fairly young when it happened.

perhaps it never gets any easier despite age.

you nod again. you lift your head and scramble slowly to untangle yourself from you. "he did tell me what happened," you whisper. you crawl to the empty spot in front of alex, mimicking his position - legs crossed and back pressed against the wall.

you reach forward to take his hands into yours. "when we went to dinner and i left for the bathroom... he told me that you told him how much you loved me... and how you feel when i walk into the room.

"the way that i make everything better, especially on days where everything just doesn't seem right. and how... i make you want to be a better version of yourself," you swallow the lump in your throat, your grip tightening around his hand that you could barely feel yours. "about how sure you are that i'm your soulmate. i guess he had never felt that way about my mum even after all these years."

alex is slightly appalled. all of those were said to your dad in confidence. none of those were supposed to get back to you, because he truly believed that it could lose meaning if you find all of that out.

but you've never been loved like this before. and truly, it felt exhilarating to know that love like this exists. and you've found it in the one person that made your heart flutter when you're together.

"are you okay?"

"i'm okay," you nod. you give his hand a final squeeze before getting to your knees. you throw your arms around him, bumping your head very lightly into the wall behind him. "thank you."

"what for?"

"for loving me the way that you do."

he tightens his arms around your waist, his face buried into your shoulder. "and thank you for showing me what love really is."

[star-lights-up]

cherik but they go to therapy and they learn how to love in a way that is not harmful to the other

ooooh I love this!!

Assuming it's a writing prompt (if it's not i'm sorry it is now)....

Neither Charles nor Erik really WANT to go to therapy. Erik is very much a "keep it inside, I am fine, I am fine fine fine" guy and Charles is a DIY guy. He'll fix everything and anything himself. Talking to someone about problems and emotions? "we've got that at home! It's called an inner monologue, or a friend, or a journal."

At some point (aka after about six months of big, blowout fights where things get SERIOUSLY broken. Dishes and stuff like that. Also Erik leaving occasionally after them and Charles falling back into deep depression) Raven convinces Hank to team up with her and blackmail Charles and Erik into going to therapy.

("Couples therapy, marriage counseling, individual therapy, I don't fucking care what they do but something needs to happen. Or I will murder both of them myself. C'mon, Hank, I know you've got at LEAST one thing we can get Charles with...." "Raven, that's blackmail...." "So?")

Charles is skeptical, but manages to stay friendly when they first meet their counselor. Erik is being a grump and barely opens his mouth.

Then, at their first appointment, shit just... goes south. They start arguing, Erik storms out, Charles starts having a whole big mental breakdown, the counselor is sitting there like O___O

"Why can't I fix this?" Charles sobs, feeling like the biggest idiot in the world. It's what he's been thinking ever since he met Erik, really, ever since they started fighting and kissing and running to and from each other.

And the counselor is just like, "This isn't... It's about you and him, growing together and leaving space for each other's opinions. There's not anything you can do to "fix" it, because it's just a process. Learning to respect each other. And you certainly can't do it all on your own."

Charles nods and sniffles and manages to regain his composure. He apologizes, and leaves.

Erik's sitting in the car outside, still fuming. And Charles gets in and he's just super quiet. They start driving back home without another word.

Then when they're in the driveway Charles is just like, "Erik, I can't say our situation is all your fault. I hold the blame too. But I need you to try. For me. Please." Then he gets out and goes into the house and Erik's just sitting there in the car feeling angry and confused and stuff.

The next week up until their second appointment is quiet. They don't fight, they just don't really talk that much. Evening chess games are quiet. Erik sleeps in the spare room, and neither of them mention it.

They fight again at the next appointment, but Erik doesn't leave this time. And that tells Charles that he's trying.

The third appointment, it's Erik's turn to break down in tears. Charles holds him while he cries. That evening, Charles asks him to stay, to sleep in their bedroom again, and he does.

Slowly, appointment by appointment, they learn how to talk to each other again -- and how not to talk to each other. Charles realizes that there's certain things that he just has to not critique Erik for, even if he doesn't support them, and sometimes things just aren't as big of a deal as he makes them. And Erik realizes that he can't keep avoiding the hard conversations, even when he thinks that him staying will just be a burden to both of them.

They fight less. The remaining arguments are less destructive, too, and sometimes they're almost having fun, debating with each other. They can be seen holding hands, smiling again when they're around each other. They go on dates again, and more often.

Raven says a triumphant "I-told-you-so!" Alex, Sean, and Hank owe money after a month of no broken dishes.

And Charles and Erik? Well, they're happier than ever.

[d0g-water]

bro, after reading your post about the reader and Rubius I couldn't get this out of my head, just: Alex, Rubius and reader... sex, that sums it up. (if you don't like this, don't want to write, or something like that, I'm sorry)

it's okay anon!!! i don't mind!!!

i've never written a threesome before, please bear with me.

the three of you got straight to it after alex asked for the threesome. it was a first for all of you, and for you… you know you're going to be handicapped for the next week.

you can hardly handle alex fucking you all night, how are you going to deal with him and his close friend?

you feel so shy when your clothes are taken off, too many hands roaming around your skin… grabbing and squeezing all the fat, hearing ruben talk under his breath how desperate he's been wanting to feel you inside.

you are the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, even alex didn't mind sharing.

ruben entering your cunt, stretching it even more than before—he's much bigger than alex… it almost hurts, but the pleasure managed to cover it up...

alex's cock entering your mouth, really, how can you take two at once? you're not some sex toy.

ruben's holding your leg, squeezing your thick, "you're so beautiful, princess." when he feels how slimy and warm your pussy is. it's a shame you can't talk with your mouth full of alex, forcing himself down your throat— tears beading your eyes, pulling your hair so hard..

they're both reckless with you, ruben's letting everything out, he's never wanted someone more than you. his thrusts are fast, and hitting your spot over and over— it feels too good… your struggled moans when alex is pulling and pushing your head makes ruben grow bigger.

until ruben finally cums inside you, they decide to switch roles for some reason.

alex inside you, your hand wrapped around ruben's cock close to your lips.. you're really too overstimulated for this, but every single praise only motivates you to keep going— alex's low voice, the one he makes during sex, whenever he's frustrated or slightly annoyed, "you're doing good, mami. just a little more?" just… won't get you to stop. at all...

they knew what they were doing.

they both came inside you, leaving you all messed up, sensitive pussy twitching and dripping… yet, all you could think about was if they bred you. who would they look like more?

[effwon]

'cause i don't think that they'd understand || ln4 x reader (Part 2/2)

Summary: Lando just wants to walk down to the garage before the Miami race with you by his side. George and Carmen walked in together, Alex and Lily walked in together, so why can't you, as well? Despite your self-consciousness, you agree to walk hand-in-hand with him down to the garage right before the big race, but it's a much harder ask for you than anyone could ever realize.

PART ONE HERE

Plus-size (she/her) Reader x Lando Norris

Warnings: Brief mentions of nausea/being sick, panic, reader is plus-sized and very down on herself about it, weight mentions, ect.

Characters: Lando Norris (your boyfriend) and feat Oscar Piastri as a last minute saving grace for you.

Rating: G.

Tags: @cthgee @hellof-1 @notpeachybby

Notes: Thank you for the feedback on part 1! Feedback is what keeps a writer writing, after all! I started this as an experiment and genuinely did not expect the love that would come with it. I put together a part 2 on the fly (I hadn't planned to write it, actually, I didn't think the response would be this high) and am happy to put this to rest now, to work on some other reader fics. I'm happy to entertain requests, just know that smut is not something I will write in detail (I know, that's what most of you want, I'm sorry). Thank you for the support!

Your eyes flutter open and all you can see above you is a blur of light orange and a bright light. A soft groan escapes the back of your throat, and you turn your head to the side to try and keep the light out of your eyes. Your head is swimming, like there’s a pressure pushing against your brain that you can feel as far as the back of your eyes as well. You are laying on something warm and soft, but most definitely alive - if the gentle shuffling beneath you is anything to go by, anyway.

You furrow your brows as you hum out another soft, confused sound. Very slowly, you try to sit up, but someone’s hand presses against your shoulder and applies a little force, enough to keep you from moving in your hazy state.

“Lando?” you ask, your voice soft and unnaturally raspy. Something isn’t quite right. You don’t remember falling asleep - you don’t even really know where you are, but it only makes sense that Lando would be the one with you…right? As you continue to blink your vision back to clarity, a face comes into view above you - one that is very much not Lando. It’s Oscar Piastri, that much your brain can at least piece together. Around him, the walls start to come into view. The ceiling, the toilet, the vanity to your left…

“Not quite, but I promise he’s coming.” Oscar says above you, and you are grateful that he’s barely speaking louder than a whisper. Your head is pounding and your stomach is churning as everything starts to put itself together. You’re only missing a handful of key puzzle pieces, now.

“Oscar?” You mumble, instinctively curling into his warmth for any ounce of comfort you can glean. One of his hands comes up and carefully, thoughtfully brushes stray hair out of your face. You realize he’s attempting to be soothing, as your brain keeps working to figure this out.

“Yep, that one.” he replies, flashing you a smile that seems, in your opinion, quite tense. Right, it’s slowly coming back.

The bathroom - Lando led you to the bathroom at your request, and then left to get himself into his race kit. You were sick, and immediately after vomiting into the sink, a panic attack had taken hold of you. And then –

Your eyes widen slightly in horror. Oscar, right. You had forgotten to lock the door and he - oh, god, he –

“How long was I out?” you ask suddenly, shooting yourself upright in his arms. He blinks back shock, obviously not expecting you to move so quickly, and looks down at his watch for a brief moment.

“Uh, three minutes? It’s not been long.” 

“Jesus,” you gasp, scrambling out of his comforting grip and backing yourself up against the wall. Oscar looks a bit lost, eyes full of concern as he holds his hands out in front of him, fingers splayed. “I’m sorry - oh my god, that’s - I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s fine. It’s okay.” he assures you, eerily still as he watches you with a careful gaze. “I’m sorry for touching you without permission. I didn’t want you to hit your head when you fell.”

“That’s not -” you shake your head, feeling your throat tightening with emotion. “No, thank you. That’s not the problem, I promise. I appreciate you.” Anxiety is beginning to swirl in your chest again, but you can feel just how fatigued your body is now. The anxiety, at least, is easier to manage versus pure panic, but it’s making your head spin. 

“It’s okay.” Oscar says again, a bit firmer this time. “I phoned Lando a moment ago, and he’s making his way back right now. I told him I’d stay with you until he got here.”

You nod, relieved to know that Lando would be back for you any moment. You are also grateful for Oscar’s company, regardless of the fact that you hardly know him. Clearly, he’s kind and caring - which doesn’t surprise you, really. Lando hasn’t ever had an off-color thing to say about him.

“Thanks, Oscar. I’m so sorry you had to witness all of-” you swirl your finger around in a circle, searching for the right word, “that. But it means a lot that you didn’t just leave me there.”

“Of course. I don’t know what’s got you so upset, but I hope that you feel better soon, yeah?”

“Yeah. I think it’s a little better already.”

Oscar smiles at you, friendly and kind, and before either of you can utter another word, there’s a frantic knocking at the bathroom door. Oscar’s head snaps back to the door, letting out a small “Oh” as he hops up to his feet and hurries over to unlock the door. Lando’s face comes into view as soon as the door opens, and he looks absolutely distraught. Your chest clenches, knowing that you’re the reason he’s out of sorts, and you lay your head back against the wall.

“When did she wake up? Is she okay? What happened?” you hear Lando ask frantically, firing questions at Oscar before they can be answered. 

Oscar takes it in stride, “She just woke up a moment ago, and she was a bit dazed. She seems okay now, but I don’t know what caused all of this.”

“Thanks, Osc.” Lando breathes, and you can hear the genuine warmth in his tone. “I’ll take it from here, mate.”

There’s a soft ‘click’ as the bathroom door closes, and a slightly louder one as Lando locks the door behind him. His footfalls are quick as he rushes over to you, immediately sliding down the wall to sit next to you on the floor. You look over at him, and your gazes meet for merely a second before he’s wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest.

His scent and the warmth of his body is familiar and comforting in ways you couldn’t possibly verbalize. It’s akin to taking a deep, calming breath of air into your lungs and feeling everything inside of you just slow down for a moment. It’s the relief of the familiarity, the delicacy in which he cradles your head against his heart like you’re his most precious thing.

It makes a lump form in your throat. But you are far too tired for tears, now. Too tired for much of anything but this: sitting here on a dirty bathroom floor, cradled in Lando’s arms.

“I thought you were alright when I left,” he says, so very miserably, “why didn’t you tell me you weren’t? I would’ve stayed.”

“I’m sorry.” you murmur, your voice muffled by the fireproof suit over his chest. You can hear his heart beating rapidly, a gentle barrage of distressed thumps against your ear, and it twists something so deeply in your own chest. You properly worried him, which was the exact opposite of what you wanted to do. “I thought I could work through it while you were changing and that things would be okay by the time you got back.”

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” he urges ever so softly, his hand running up and down your back in the most soothing patterns. You can’t help feeling the warmth of relief encompassing you being back in his presence.

It helps the words flow much easier, without stopping to doubt or scrutinize everything that comes out of your mouth. “It was a panic attack, it didn’t really pop up until after I had initially calmed down. It happens like that sometimes.” You explain, focusing on the ever-present beating of his heart beneath your ear. “Or - it happens like that a lot for me, I guess. Once the initial fight or flight wears off, the real panic comes out. It made me sick and, I dunno, I guess Oscar startled me when he came in and before I even really knew it, I went down.”

Lando’s grip tightens on you almost protectively as he registers your explanation. “Just went down? You say it like it’s the most casual thing.” He scoffs, but there’s no mirth or amusement behind it. You can tell he’s still nervous, still trying to process everything. “Oscar said pretty much the same. Blessing and a curse you forgot to lock the door then, huh?”

You laugh breathily at that, nodding your head in agreement. Had Oscar not been there, you surely would’ve hit your head on the tile and that could’ve been a much scarier sight to behold when someone came by to use the restroom later. As embarrassing as it was to break down in front of someone you hardly knew, you were grateful for his willingness to assist. You would have to find him and give him a proper thank you later.

“Yeah, he’s a nice guy.” You agree, nuzzling into his chest even further. If it were up to you, you would simply lay here in his arms all day long and not think a single thing of it - but you are distinctly aware of the time and of his looming race. Something he should be putting his entire focus into, and not on you. “Now shouldn’t you be out there getting ready for the race?” “Probably,” he admits with a chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “But I don’t want to leave here until I know for sure you’re alright.”

His thoughtfulness never ceases to amaze you. Perhaps you’d found him to be a bit taught and agitated earlier (and, perhaps, you had deserved that sort of response from him, given your nearly blatant refusal to simply walk across the paddock into the garage with him), but he’s back to his normal warmth and gentleness once more. A relief, you think, in and of itself.

“I’m alright now, really.” you say, lifting your head up from his chest to flash him a soft, sweet little smile. It isn’t a lie, either. Since he’s come back, you’ve felt exponentially better - a result of the panic attack waning and being in the comforting presence of the person you love most in the world. “I’d really like to go see everything else you wanted to show me.”

Lando’s eyes light up in a way that makes your heart skip a beat. He’s always been a bit reactive, with his heart on his sleeve, and you wouldn’t have him any other way if you’re honest. The genuine excitement that sparks on his face is everything you could ever want or need in life. Just to see him happy, it’s enough. It makes every horrible name you call yourself, every fear, every insecurity and every worry melt away into nothing, like it had never even been there to begin with.

“Let’s get some lunch at hospitality first, and then I’ll take you out to see the car afterwards.” He suggests, lifting himself up from the floor and offering you a helpful hand. “I know a little spot we can eat, away from the cameras and all that.”

Even after the hell you’ve put him through today, a soft feeling blossoms in your chest to know he’s still holding you to the forefront of his mind. He’s still looking for ways to make you more comfortable. He’s still loving you, despite your glaring insecurities. You take his hand, skin warm against yours, and lift yourself up onto your feet with his help.

“I think that sounds lovely.” you reply, reaching up and cupping his cheeks in your hands. You stand on the tips of your toes and lean in, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to Lando’s lips. His breath falters for a mere moment, and then he’s kissing you back just as softly, just as gently. As you pull apart, there’s a shy smile on his face that makes your cheeks burn and your chest ignite with adoration. Even if you tried, you do not think you could possibly love him more.

“I think you’re lovely.” He shoots back, a glint of mischief in his eyes. Your cheeks burn even hotter at his remark, and you bury your face into his shoulder to keep the blush from being too obvious. 

“I think you’re going to make me too sick to eat if you keep this up.”

Lando tosses his head back and laughs, genuine and sweet, the sound washes over you with its subtle burst of serotonin - a much needed side effect.

“Fine, fine, I’ll save the ooey-gooey stuff for after the race, then. Just one more quick thing though-” he says, wrapping his arm around your waist as he leans in to press a kiss to your temple. This time, you choose not to shy away from his touch, no matter how big and gaudy your body feels wrapped up in his arms. “I love you.”

Your heart flutters like the wings of a caged bird, yearning to break out of your chest and nestle up tight within his own. You smile, tossing all of the bad thoughts from earlier in the day out of your mind completely. Once again you’ve learned: as long as you have Lando with you, everything really is okay. “I love you, too.”

The news articles do drop early the next morning, from multiple sources, with their rude and hateful headlines about you, your body type, and your worth in regards to Lando’s love. And, just as you expected, each and every one of them hits like a knife to your gut as you see them pop up one after another on your feed.

But, at the end of every single one of these articles is the same quote from Lando - the only quote he offered the reporters on the matter of your relationship during the entire day.

“Quite frankly, I don’t care what anyone thinks of our relationship. It isn’t their business, it’s mine and her’s, and I genuinely think she’s the most beautiful girl in the world. Nothing is going to change that.”

And you just smile.

[verascrow]

Just thinking about veteran and or retired neighbor Price right now *sighs dreamily while twirling my hair*

Like, okay - imagine having a house next door to Price situated in a small, cozy village up somewhere in Northern England, surrounded by nothing but green, grassy plains and dense forests with a stream that runs through the small village. I see him living somewhere cozy... quiet. Away from the loud, noisy environments that he'd been so used to, finding somewhere calm to settle down.

I see him having a pet. Maybe a lazy dog or a farm cat, something that'll follow him around and take a nap with him after a long day, either laid across his body or beside him. But, at the same time, maybe he'd like a pet that has a bit of energy - you can take a man out of the military, but you can't take the military out of a man. He still has so many traits and habits he's picked up from the military, and if you know anything about older, retired men, it's that they always need something to do and busy themselves with.

RANDOM THOUGHT but I feel like he wouldn't retire unless Laswell grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and forced him out of the military, likely for his own good. If it were up to him, he'd stay in the fight until he died, so I'd think that him getting close to it was what pushed for the decision to be made for him to retire - maybe he was injured to an extent that it wouldn't be smart for him to keep going or something of the like - I could totally see him with an amputation of sorts (like, twinning with Alex lol).

I think he'd like to keep to himself for as much as he could. I don't see him as one of those super friendly, "oh, let me help you with that" type of neighbors unless the situation is right, or, rather, unless he's called upon for help. Like, he's grumpy and stoic, but only until somebody comes to him asking "hey, sorry to bother, but can you help me with something" and he'd soften up - begrudgingly, it seems, but, really, he's happy to offer some assistance. It makes him feel useful.

God, imagine moving in next door to him and struggling to unload your car of all the boxes and things that are haphazardly packed inside of it, and him walking out of his house, seeing the way that you're struggling, and letting out a heavy sigh - just like "welp, suppose I know how I'm spendin' my mornin' now" and coming over to offer his assistance, a little awkward at first, but that quickly melts away as he settles into comfortable conversation with you.

*slamming fist against the table repetitively* BRINGING HIM FOOD OR TREATS AS A MEANS OF THANKING HIM FOR HIS HELP! A little reusable container held between your hands, to your chest, walking over to his place and knocking on the door, outstretching it towards him and being like "thank you - for your help... I wanted to show my appreciation, you know? so, I made you this" and giving the container to him.

AND WHO IS HE TO SAY NO??? (He tries, believe me, but that sweet, eager look on your face, wordlessly begging for him to take it... he can't deny you). AND HIM RETURNING TO YOUR PLACE A FEW DAYS LATER WITH THE CONTAINER IN HAND, BEING ALL GREATFUL AND STUFF. God, someone let him be real, pleaseee.

Becoming comfortable neighbors with him, spending rainy afternoons over at his house, or, in contrast, him at yours, sat on the front porch with a cup of tea or coffee or hot chocolate in hand, gossiping about some of the neighbors that live within the houses along the street, the both of you sharing your own life stories here and there, him divulging about his time in the military without shame.

Okay, I know a lot of people like to think that he wouldn't ever share or talk about it, but I can't see that. It's not like he's ashamed of his time - he's proud of the work he did, if anything, and it's all behind him now, so why should he be shy to share about the things he did? Of course, I don't think he'd go into gruesome detail about it or share about everything he's seen, but he'd totally be like "yeah, I've been all over the world - did a few OPs in X, Y and Z countries, took down terrorists, et cetera" and answer any questions with pride.

Him totally being The Man™ who you can go to if you need help with anything. Need help with a leaky sink? Give him a few minutes and he'll be over with a toolbox. Want to do an oil change on your car but have no clue where to start? Don't worry, he's got an oil pan, jack and a few rags around somewhere, he's sure - he'll be over in a few. Want some simple, good ol' company? He's outside the door already.

He'd be more than happy to give you a tour of the village if you ask, pointing out which neighbors to trust and which to be wary of, telling you about his favorite pub that's posed all the way on the far side of the town, but he promises you that the food, drinks and atmosphere are like nothing else. Walking with you down the stone pathways, footsteps clacking against them, taking in the sights with you and answering every question you may have, or, simply settling into a comfortable silence with you. At peace. Comfortable.

I'm so *laying on my bed on my stomach and kicking my feet slowly in the air behind me* I need him.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hello!!! Just wanted to say I love your headcanons they really give more life to the characters that I just enjoy!! I was also wondering how would the bachelors reject the farmers bouquet not because they hate or dislike the farmer they just don’t feel the same way?

Hee hee, thanks dear anon! Glad you like my silly writhing 😊

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SDV Bachelors rejected the bouquet because they don't feel the same way:

"I don't think this is a good idea." It might seem from Shane's tone that he can't stand Farmer and their bouquet offering irritate him, but that's not the case at all. Shane believes that he has a lot of unresolved issues in his life that he definitely doesn't want to transfer onto Farmer, after all they are one of the few people he considers a friend and believes they truly care about him. How can he love them if he can't love himself? Besides, they are both too different. So it's not worth starting, especially since Farmer will definitely find someone better (still low self-esteem, but he's working on it).

"I think you're a wonderful person, Farmer, but I don't feel attracted to you..." Harvey do thinks Farmer is a wonderful person and his best friend, truly. But only a friend, nothing more. The local doctor once said that he is probably the oldest bachelor in Pelican town and the status will remain as such, but he feels no romantic feelings for Farmer, and to take their bouquet and lie just because Harvey is with someone at least, he thinks is wrong. He apologises but will honestly refuse the bouquet.

"Oh, my apologies if I gave you that thought, but I don't see you that way. Don't get me wrong my friend, I enjoy your company and the time we spent together was wonderful! It's just..." Poor Elliott will be torn between wanting to explain more to Farmer the reason for his rejection so that there will be no hard feelings between them, and wanting to shut up and stop his long-winded refusal so as not to give the impression that he is giving this long speech just to appear nice. He saw them as nothing more than a good friend. Elliott would give them space after the rejection, knowing full well what Farmer was going through and hoping it wouldn't destroy their friendship.

"Oh man... Thanks for the bouquet, but I don't think... uh... Can we talk about this tomorrow?" Putting something like this off until tomorrow wasn't the best idea, but honestly, Sam just panicked at the sudden confession and gave out the first thing that came into his head. Though by the answer alone, the musician sort of let Farmer know that there was already doubt and the answer would be no. Sam will call Farmer in an hour to meet live again (or tomorrow if it's late). He'll apologise for his reaction first, taking full responsibility that he behaved not great and honestly admitting that he only sees Farmer as a friend. Sammy hopes they haven't screwed up and ruined the friendship.

"Sorry, but no." Sebastian, surprisingly to himself, replied rather confidently and succinctly. The local emo thought at first that he wouldn't be able to get any words out at all after Farmer handed him the bouquet, afraid to say the wrong thing. But it's better to answer them honestly than to lie and then regret the decision, deceiving Farmer. Sebastian is in love with someone else already (*ahem*, Abigail), so he doesn't see Farmer that way. This is something he won't say out loud, of course, so as not to hurt them more.

"I'm... grateful for everything you done to me, really, but..." but "I don't see you as more than a friend" didn't come out of Alex's mouth. After a single 'but' the athlete saw Farmer's bashful expression immediately go away and replaced with a sadness that made him feel sad too. Alex hadn't meant to hurt them, and he wished he felt the same way Farmer did. A hard pill to swallow, but bitter truth is better than sweet lies. He'll try to say more and apologise, but he thinks he'll only make it worse if he keeps going. Being rejected is always unpleasant, no matter how you look at the situation.

[fairytsuk1]

sitting your pretty ass self on alexis’ cock while he’s on a call with someone who is live 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

teasing alex on a call ...

alex laughs boisterously across the hall and you smile automatically. even just knowing he was around made your heart stammer in your chest. it wasn't just that, though; you saw him before the stream, and he looked more than good. actually, he looked incredible.

he had donned his typical black and gray beanie that left black wispies flying out from under it. it's even better as his gold chain revealed a black t-shirt hanging low on his chest. was it getting hot?

"i'm gonna go live," he pecks your cheek, "be done soon!"

but that was hours ago! and the more you thought, the more you remembered how good it felt to run your nails across his scalp. to feel his hands pull you closer to his chest...

your feet were already taking you down the hall. before you knew it, your phone was abandoned on the kitchen counter. alex is calm when you slide into the room. his eyes lock onto yours for a split second before he's cursing back into the mic. then, "hey babe, what's up? i'm still live!"

he doesn't let his surprise show as you plop into his lap, "i know! been watching."

alex takes a moment to make a quick joke, but thankfully everyone else is too distracted with their chats to notice how his breath hitches. how he slams the "MUTE" button to snake his hands under the cotton of your tank top.

"babeee," he sighs as you scooch even closer, rolls your hips just a bit harder.

"shhh, i think someone's saying something to you, alex."

alex struggles to tear his eyes away from yours. you urge him with your hand to the mic and he throat bobs, "i-i'm here! i was just too busy playing the game!"

your hand palms him slowly and teasingly. his voice cracks slightly in the mic, and he's pushing his hips up into your hand. it's so sexy to feel him harden under your silken touch. the way he fills out his sweatpants is absolutely intoxicating, "fuck, go under please..."

he whispers into your ear with a demanding voice but you smirk.

"hush, just let me fuck you, yeah?"

the raw dominance in your voice sends a shiver down his spine. you listen, spit slicked hand wrapping around his thick cock. alex keens, fingers gripping the arm handle with a ferocious grip as he tries to keep himself under control, "fuck, okay, okay. please fuck me, shit...!"

"you're still live, and sounds like your friends are getting impatient, honey."

"th-they don't care, they'll think I left," and your hand twists around his leaking tip, "oh! oh my god."

"talk to them, baby."

"c-can't," he mumbles.

"talk to them. do your job," you suck a dark mark on his neck while pulling him out, "you can do it, baby."

his voice is shaky as he nods, eagerly watching a stream of spit dribble from your tongue to coat his dick. it feels so intimate the way you slowly stroke him with a wet click.

you know it's killing him. he throbs in your hand and his voice is more meek, more far-away, "sorry, i'm just a little--"

you struggle holding back your moan when you sink down onto him. your teeth sink into the juncture of his neck as he stretches your dripping pussy out. you've taken him so many times that's so easy, but you always feel the stretch of his girth when you take him for the first time.

"--a little tired!"

alex squeaks out and you can't help your quiet giggle when you plop yourself down in his lap. again, then again, and soon his desk chair is squeaking lewdly.

"fuck me, yes! feels so good. your pussy feels too good," he buries his face into your chest, clinging to you like a bear, "fuck, mami. you're so dirty, riding me while i'm live?"

" i already know you like it," you wheeze, hand ripping off his beanie to tug him by his hair into a lip-lock, "already know you love fucking me, fuckk! oh fuck, stretching me out so well."

it's so lewd how you can hear the boisterous laughs of his friends, the fighting and the jokes; all at the same time you fuck yourself silly on your boyfriend's cock and he practically drools over your tight, wet walls squeezing him.

"i'm gonna cum, oh shit! babe, w-wait," he tries to stop your desperate hips or clenched thighs but it's no use.

"wanna feel you fill me up, need it. needed you so bad, fuck, alexx!"

and you vaguely hear voices calling out to alex among your own. he's so close, balls tightening and mind hazy. he can barely breath as his lungs constrict.

"'m so close, baby. cum in me, need to feel you breed me," you wheeze, "please, alex!"

alex cums in hot white ropes. you feel him paint the inside of your walls and you nearly spasm from pleasure. it's so hot and your teeth tug his bottom lip hard enough to taste copper. your orgasm washes over you in a huge wave that leaves your every limb shaking. neither of you can even speak as the stream falls on dead ears.

it takes a moment to remember to take a deep inhale. your mixed releases spill down your thigh and leave messy droplets on his sweatpants. alex himself is no better, lips agape with eyes closed.

alex's eyes meet yours looking like swirls of honey. you know he's feeling vulnerable, feeling sensitive. your hand cards down his face and you leave soft pecks on his freckles.

"that was... baby, that was insane."

"i know, baby boy. you did so good for me. i fucking love fucking you."

alex giggles a shy laugh into your cleavage. another person calls out to alex, and finally he's regathered enough energy to sit up and unmute.

"yeah, i gotta go! yeah, yeah, i'm fine. i just," he pauses, "i just had to take care of something for a sec."

[a-mythologynerd]

Alex Stern, Darlington, and Dante in Hell

DISCLAIMER: Okay so I'm realizing this post might have several parts as I'm only like half way through the Cantos and there are definitely more connections (i.e. Alex waking up on the second trip to Hell in the river of boiling blood and the 7th circle of Hell.) Also, people literally write whole ass academic articles about intertextuality and I do not have that much free time so if anyone is scholar of Dante please feel free to chime in. So. Also this is so long. I am both sorry and begging you to make the hours typing and looking into this worth it.

Okay, so as most folks know and probably connected, Dante's Inferno starts with:

"At one point midway on our path in life, I came around and found myself now searching through a dark wood, the right way blurred and lost" -Inferno, Canto 1, lines 1-3

and when Team Murder awakes they find themselves in a similar orchard:

"She looked up and realized she was staring through the branches of a tree, many trees. She was in some kind of forest... no, an orchard, the branches black and glittering and heavily laden with fruit, its skin darkest purple." -Hell Bent, pg. 271

Now this is also connected to the Tree of Knowledge by Dawes (pg. 272) and of course we get some Hymn of Demeter like pomegranates from the orchard of Hades that Persephone eats.

But Leigh Bardugo in her many connections of cthonic stories (love Darlington's line about who is Dante, Virgil, Beatrice, Orpheus, and Eurydice) is of course pulling directly from the Inferno in more ways than the opening. In Dante's Inferno, of which I am no expert, as Dante is being guided through the underworld by Virgil he passes through several circles of hell each focused on the punishment of a certain sin and sinner.

Now Darlington is trapped in Hell after being eaten by the Hell Beast, specifically because he mercy killed his grandfather and is therefore a murderer. But here's the thing. He's not punished for murder. He's sent to Golgarot who is a demon prince of greed.

"Turner tapped the book he was reading. 'You thought Darlington got eaten, right? By Mammon?' 'Maybe,' Dawes said cautiously. 'There are a lot of demons associated with greed. Devils. Gods.' Greed is a sin in every language. That was what Darlington had said. Sandow's hunger for money. Darlington's desire for knowledge." -Hell Bent pg. 311

Darlington is ambitious. This goes as far as his Hell vision from Golgarot. He doesn't dream of tenure or just a filled house or feeling like the hero. My guy dreams of being able to know everything ever in a never ending symposium where he also has traveled the world and absorbed the wisdom of mystics and scholars by simply touching them. That's not just ambition that drives someone to train and hone himself for adventures to come, that's greed. And his mortal soul's punishment is tragic and narratively fitting surrounded by the ruins of a legacy he has barely been keeping afloat with odd jobs and his bare hands:

"He had a rock in his hands, and as they watched, he lugged it over to what might have been the beginning or end of a wall and laid it carefully atop the other stones...He didn't stop moving, didn't alter his gaze...Darlington didn't break his stride, but Alex could see his chest rising and falling as if he was fighting for air. 'Please,' he gritted out. 'Can't...stop.'" -Hell Bent pg. 277

Except it's more than just narratively fitting. It's quite similar punishment for greed and avarice Dante describes in the 4th circle of hell where the guilty push stones or weights (depending on the translation) over and over again and do not speak to Dante and Virgil, other souls guilty of anger and melancholy babble nonsense. The Canto begins with Plutus, the Greek and Roman god of riches, wealth, and abundance, speaking nonsense words to Virgil and Dante. Virgil, a great speaker himself, responds in telling him to be silent and calls him a wolf. The Commentary in my translation by Robin Kirkpatrick discusses how Dante equates greed and the pursuit of specifically money as a pervision of intelligence. The lack of speech and inability to speak in contrast to Virgil is as Kirkpatrick puts it,

"Dante combines an irrepressible linguistic inventiveness with a profound sense that corruptions of mind and sensibility are directly reflected in corrupted applications of language, or in the lessening of a capacity for coherent thought and word...Intelligence here is reduced to the rolling of boulders, a subjection of mind and energy to mere materiality."- Commentary and Notes, pg. 341-342

And um. Yeah.

"Darlington had been frightening to the shades of the Veil and even to himself. It had been...If he was honest, it had been exhilarating. He had been a creature of the mind since he was a boy– languages, history, science. The rest of it, the training he'd put himself through–fighting, swordplay, even acrobatics– had all been in service to the future adventures he'd been sure he would have. But the great invitation had never come...And now? Was he human enough? He had been able to sit at the table and hold a conversation. He hadn't growled at anyone or broken any furniture, but it hadn't been easy. Demons were not thinking creatures. They operated on instinct, driven by their appetites. He had prided himself on being nothing like that. Never rash. Guided by reason. But now he wanted in a way he never had. He had been tempted to bury his face in his soup bowl and lap at it like a greedy animal. He wanted to place himself between Alex's legs now and do the same to her." -Hell Bent, pg. 414

and

"He had been prepared to speak, a quote from... His demon mind couldn't manage it. He remembered Alex with her book of poems. Hart Crane. He grasped at the words." -Hell Bent, pg. 465

But the connection doesn't stop there. Dante sees several beasts when he first enters the woods. They are warped versions of a leopard, a lion, and a wolf. One is a leopard who is often interpreted as a representation of lust, the other is lion for pride, and finally and most relevant to us, a wolf for greed. The wolf that Virgil calls Plutus. The wolves that guard Golgarot's realm that are not quite wolves. That chase our Team Murder and become their demons.

So. Long story short. Darlington and his demon form are not just a metaphor for beast like animal instincts of the inhuman. It's another reflection of greed and what in pursuing it and worshiping it, leaves one without human reason, speech, the mind. All things that define Darlington and he sees as integral to his personhood. Except his greed in pursuing those very things of knowledge and magic and wisdom and the unknown leave him with less than he started with. And its tragic and amazing and I need to read more analyses of Inferno and the rest of the Comedy and the third book needs to come out so we can see how else Leigh Bardugo combined the circles of hell and New Haven.

[j4yslayz]

stuck a song on repeat and came up with this small fic idea. I wrote all of this on my phone, so if it looks bad I'm so sorry 😞

anyways, set in the beginning/middle ish of season one. Kafka is having a hard time adjusting, and his found family comes to the rescue

Locked inside my head

Didn't want to let you see me break down

Prisoner of the past

I'm not here to ask you for a way out

Kafka was always happy around the others in the 3rd division. That was never questioned or doubted. At the same time, nearly everyone thought that's how he was at all times.

Kafka had said his goodbyes and sent everyone off to training, assuring them he was fine and only feeling a little sick that day. He'd been excused from training today by his vice captain, but only with the promise he'd make up for it by cleaning parts of the base like a janitor. A suggestion Kafka presented himself, as some sort of 'let me make it up to you.'

He just needed a day to pull himself together. So much had happened, so many good things and bad things, but underneath Kafka was struggling with it all. One moment, he had given up on joining the defense force, standing by Mina's side, convincing himself he was still helping people by working in kaiju cleanup. The next, he was in the 3rd division, Mina's division, as a cadet but then became a full officer.

Oh, and he's a kaiju now. Right.

Storm is rolling in

There's no stopping it darlin' believe me

I've got a tendency to run

And all I've learned from love is that it leaves me

Kafka kicked a small rock in front of him as he walked back to the dorms. He'd have a couple hours before anyone started coming back from training, which is what he needed.

Just a few hours...

It felt like only seconds passed between when he had said goodbye to everyone and when he showed up in his room at the dorms. Kafka shook his head and sat down on his bunk, leaning down to put his head in his hands.

I'm glad the others can't see me like this. I just need a few hours...

A few wet spots showed up on his pants, and Kafka blinked.

Oh, he was crying.

It had been a long time since he last cried. It was before Reno had shown up. At that point in time, Kafka had finally accepted that he couldn't join the defense force, that he couldn't be by Mina's side. He had given up trying already, but that night it finally hit him.

Today, all he could think about was keeping his humanity despite also being a kaiju. Wait, he was still human, right? Could he still call himself that? Was how he acted and what he said good enough? Good enough to still call himself human?

Kafka sobbed. He didn't want to think about it, any of it, but that didn't stop the thoughts racing around his mind. He didn't want to cry, but that didn't stop the tears and snot running down his face.

"Am I even human anymore?"

Say you won't

Let me drown in troubled waters alone

Throw me a rope

Won't you tell me that I'm still holdin' on?

Feel the world on my shoulders

Slowly pulling me under

And I don't wanna push you away

Kafka heard a loud clatter near the door and jumped slightly, looking up with tears still in his eyes and snot on his face. Kikoru was standing there. She had dropped... Was that a bento box?

"Kafka... You weren't at lunch and I just wanted to make sure you ate but-" Kikoru was quickly cut off by Kafka.

"Oh thank you! Yeah, I think I'm sick today is all. You don't have to worry about me!"

Kikoru raised her eyebrow and made her way over to Kafka, sitting next to him on the bed. He should have known that wouldn't work on her. She's too smart, and Kafka was incredibly proud of that. Although he'd never told her, she was like a little sister to him. A bit scary, but still family.

"You're an idiot. You know that right? You're stupid." Kikoru grumbled as she wrapped an arm around him and pulled him over to lean on her shoulder. "I have an idiot for a big brother."

Well, he wasn't expecting that. Kafka knew he'd never said anything to her about considering her family.

"I don't know if your body is human anymore Kafka, but your heart is." Kikoru sighed, and then grimaced. "You're getting snot on me."

"Oh. Sorry." Kafka tried to pull away, but Kikoru's arm around him tightened.

"You can cry on my shoulder this one time. We can stay like this as long as you need." Kikoru stared forward as she spoke, but cracked a slight smile. "I want you to feel better and do your best, so I can keep doing better than your best and then rub it in your face!"

"Okay. That sounds like a plan." Kafka chuckled softly through the tears still falling down his face. He wasn't sobbing anymore, but the crying hadn't slowed down.

"Oh, and Kafka?"

"Yes?"

"You tell anyone about this, and you're dead."

"I'm counting on it."

The waves keep crashing

What would happen

If I asked you to stay?