#i literally gasped when i saw this 💖

[tarrenterror25]

<3

[daddyslittlecrow]

House Hunting with the LADS Boys 🏡💖

TYSM @beelsdessert for the request ❤️ first time making myself write in snippets cuz I needed a break from the heavy stuff 😮‍💨

First time writing about Rafayel & Xavier so sorry if it’s not up to par I’m just not as disgustingly obsessed with them x

Featuring: All of them ❤️

Pics from Pinterest!!

Rafayel

Non-negotiables: Near the sea (duh) and a room big enough for him to paint in, preferably with a window looking out at the crashing waves.

Rafayel hadn’t been impressed with the homes you viewed so far. There was always something that turned him off, voicing his concerns dramatically as soon as you were out of the realtor’s earshot.

“Did you see the size of that bath? Cutie don’t lie, even you’d find it uncomfortable sitting in it for more than 10 minutes.”

“Maybe it’s time you took shorter baths then?” You teased.

“Maybe you should start taking one.” He sulked.

He learned his lesson when you gave him the silent treatment for the rest of the journey back to your apartment.

You didn’t have much faith for this viewing as you stepped out of the car. The salty air of the sea filled your nose. The beach was just a 2 minute walk away.

During the tour, you tried your best not to fall in love with the house. Exposed wooden beams, weathered wood panelling the walls. So bright and airy with a rustic charm.

The sitting room had large glass doors that opened onto a stunning sandy beach. There was an even a loft, perfect for Rafayel to paint to his heart’s content.

You could sense he was anxious to see the master bathroom.

“The previous owners recently remodelled the bathroom. I think they went a bit over the top with the ocean theme…” The realtor looked at you both apologetically before ushering you inside.

Both your jaws dropped.

The walls were adorned with sea glass, strategically placed to replicate a school of various fish. It was gorgeous.

In place of sea glass on the far opposite wall was a floor to ceiling window, opening out to the glimmering sea. Almost kissing the bottom of the window was a faucet.

You both walked up together and almost squealed (more so him) as you saw the three steps leading down into the bath. It was huge, almost big enough to swim in.

You both spent the entire night in it the day you moved in.

Xavier

Non-negotiables: Doesn’t really care, as long as there’s a bed or sofa in the house for him to sleep, he’s happy.

Xavier never thought about having a “dream home” before. He’d literally live a shoe box so long as you were with him.

You have a really good feeling about this one as he turns the wheel and drives through the gates. You didn’t mind taking charge of organising the viewings - actually enjoying scrolling through listings, imagining your lives in every image you swiped through.

He’ll nod his head, lost in his own world as you both followed the realtor into the 4th house you were looking at. You were listening intensively, making sure the facts you’d written down matched what the realtor was saying.

Your eyes scanned each room, looking for signs of hidden problems. Bubbling wallpaper, discoloured ceilings. The last house had been perfect until you spotted a cockroach running from under the fridge, eager to welcome you into his home.

Everything about it was perfect. The rooms were big but it still felt cozy. 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms. Perfect amount of space. You’d probably use the 2nd bedroom as a shared office. The kitchen was your favourite though, already visualising the two of you covered in flour while you tried (and failed) to teach Xavier your best pie recipe.

The second you both walked into the final room of the house, the conservatory, Xavier knew this was your home.

He gasped as he looked up, huge windows exposing the sky. You couldn’t help but smile at his reaction. As soon as you saw the image on the listing, you knew he’d love it.

“This would be amazing at night. Gazing at the stars. The moon.” He imagined you both, sprawled out on the couch, pointing out the constellations as you snuggled into him. Every night could end like that.

He immediately started the conversation to buy, wanting to move in a quickly as possible.

Caleb

Non-negotiables: If you won’t let him rebuild your grandma’s house then he at least wants a garden big enough for your future kids to play in. And maybe a dog (but he’ll bring that up when you’re settled in).

You’re not as interested in this as him. Of course you were excited about finally sharing a home and there had been a really cool looking sitting room in….house #2 maybe? Or was it #6? You couldn’t keep track.

You just knew you were sick of both your apartments.

Gravel crunched as Caleb drove you down a winding driveway. The house came into view and you bit back your signature line. It was too big.

“Aw c’mon pipsqueak. Every house is gonna seem too big when you’ve been cramped up in that box you call an apartment.” You couldn’t say no when he pouted, a look that always made you resign. Dumb pheromones.

So you just let him take you by the hand as he practically raced into each home, hoping this would be the perfect one. But when the realtors finally showed you the garden, Caleb just couldn’t see the vision he held in his heart.

It made your heart clench to watch him shake his head in quiet disappointment. You knew he was trying to imagine your kids running around and messing about. Just like you both did all those years ago.

“Caleb honey, we’re not even at the baby stage yet. We’ve loads of time to decide. How about I look for something smaller? Don’t look at me like that! It would be temporary!”

You were surprised at how much you liked the house you were currently viewing. 3 beds, 3 baths AND a hidden toilet under the stairs. There was even an authentic fireplace nestled in the wall of the living room.

Caleb secretly watched as your smile grew, his heart filled with adoration for you. He was happy he had finally found somewhere you liked.

But just like every other time, he waited for the garden. You looked at him, studying his reaction as you stepped outside. He tried his best to hide the disappointment but you knew.

The sun was starting to set, casting a rosy glow onto the manicured lawn.

It was definitely big enough. At least a full acre, dotted with various trees. Towering oaks. A couple of birches. You spotted the familiar red spheres. Apple trees too.

One of the larger trees had a swing tied to a thick overhanging branch. It looked exactly like the one Caleb made for you when you were small. Before you knew it you were sprinting, halfway to the tree before you heard his footsteps behind you.

When you reached the swing you pushed on it, testing its strength. Once you were satisfied it wouldn’t snap and kill you, you hopped on. You looked at him expectantly.

Caleb let out a chuckle as he moved to stand behind you. “Hold on then.” He murmured before he pushed against the seat of the swing.

You couldn’t help but giggle in delight as you flew higher and higher, closing your eyes at the sensation of weightlessness. The sound instantly took him back. Back when it was just you and him and Grandma.

When his only worry was forgotten homework or you finding out he’d accidentally broken your doll when he stepped on it. It really fucking hurt and it was your fault for leaving it so carelessly in the hall. So when he saw your eyes swell with tears at the plastic casualty, he built you a swing to make it up to you. He would never stop finding ways to make you happy.

He grabbed the ropes of the swing until you stopped swaying. Eyes filled with endless warm and excitement as he gazed down at you. “I think we found our forever home Pips.” He kissed you tenderly.

You pushed him away and bolted back to the house, already breathless from a fit of laughter. “Last one back has to clean all those toilets for a year!”

He shook his head, grinning from ear to ear. Then he chased after you.

Zayne

Non-negotiables: Privacy. That’s all he needs.

You two had discussed the idea of buying a home together a few weeks ago. When you it crossed your mind, you made a mental note to sit down with him and start looking. So did he. The recent outbreak of Wanderer attacks made you both exhausted by the time you clocked out. Tomorrow came and went, catching only glimpses of each other.

When work finally started to quieten down, the two of you were so decided to take a day trip outside of the city. Away from all distractions. You brought a picnic to the secret lake you discovered on a hike last summer. It was the reprieve you both needed.

By the time you were driving home, your eyelids felt heavy. Zayne’s hand was clasped in yours as he drove. You were staring out the passenger window, hypnotised by the passing countryside. You gasped when you saw the house. Then the for sale sign.

“Turn around!” You almost shouted, now fully alert. Zayne reacted immediately, slamming the breaks as he steered off the road. Thank god this road was so quiet. He cursed under his breath. His knuckles where white from gripping the steering wheel so tight.

“You’ll be the death of me, Y/N.”

“I know. Sorry. I’ll buy you some ice cream when we get back to yours. But I saw something.”

“Make it that chocolate hazelnut one and I’ll consider your debt paid.” He turned the car around and drove slowly, stopping when you pointed to the sign you saw earlier.

You called the number on the sign. The seller answered. Just your luck, they were just about to leave after a viewing no-showed.

The entrance to the house was located down a short road. You almost tripped getting out of the car.

A path fenced on either side with wild flowers guided you to the most gorgeous cottage you’d ever seen. Ivy crawled up the stone, making it appear even more enchanting.

Zayne watched as the seller emerged from the house to greet you. He admired the pale pink blossoms that shrouded over the small porch as you were both beckoned inside. Bougainvillea perhaps? He liked it.

Inside the cottage was just as charming. The sweet scent of cinnamon wafted into his nose. He followed you into the kitchen, where the seller offered a plate of homemade cookies.

“I made them for the viewing. Thought I’d have to eat them all myself.” She laughed, the wrinkles around her kind eyes deepening. You both took one as she showed you around the home. It was her mother’s before she passed.

It was clearly well loved. Despite being occupied for almost 50 years, it was immaculate. 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms. The perfect size for the two of you.

You always wanted a home with character and this cottage was full of it. Exposed wooden beams on the ceiling. Wood burning stove in the kitchen. It even had leadlight windows. It was perfect.

Zayne was more interested in the noise he could hear. Pure silence actually. It was a relief not to be surrounded by the bustling city. When he’d get home from the noise of the hospital, it was like he never left. It was claustrophobic at times. He felt at peace in this home.

The garden bloomed from the touch of its previous owner. She was obviously into gardening. A quaint glasshouse stood next to the cottage. His heart quickened at idea of tending to things until they were ready to bring inside. To you.

When the tour was over, the seller continued packing up, allowing you both space to discuss your thoughts. You bit your lip as you looked at him.

“What do you think? Or if it’s too far from the hospital we can-“

“I love it.”

“Really? Are you sure?” You stroked his arm lovingly, trying to fight a smile before you were positive he was onboard. That didn’t stop your mind flooding with thoughts of you both settled in. Coming home to each other.

Zayne planted a soft kiss on the top of your head. It was the easiest decision he’d made in his life.

“If you can get her to throw in that cookie recipe, I’ll buy it for us today.”

Sylus

Non-negotiables: Whatever you want. He’s had enough of all his extravagant houses. They were too empty. He never truly felt at home unless he was with you.

That being said of course he had some standards.

“Sweetie, it's nice but it's too…plain. You deserve something better.” You pouted at his words, snatching your phone back. At first, you tried to tell him that his current house was more than good enough for you.

But Mephisto had caught you later that evening, looking at inspo pics on Pinterest.

Lots of light, tall ceilings, airy. A patio with a fire pit to enjoy summer evenings with him or your guests. The complete opposite of his current grand cave. He didn't realise his recluse nature had inspired most of his design choices.

Sylus used this knowledge to guide him as he booked viewing after viewing. He wanted you to fall head over heels as soon as the house came into view. He knew you'd have envisioned your dream home and he if he had to build it himself, he'd plop a hard hat on his head.

It was fun for a while. You’d be impressed with certain aspects of the homes you viewed. All or nothing though - that was Sylus’ reasoning. You mistook it for him being picky. Used to getting what he wants.

You got to the point you were almost ready to strangle him everytime he cut off the realtor. “We’ve seen enough, thank you.”

“What was it this time?” You huffed after him, barely keeping up with his long stride. “Door frames too rectangular?”

He stopped so suddenly your face collided with the hard muscles of his back. He tried his best to stifle his laughter as you rubbed your nose. “A warning would be nice.” He ignored your quip.

“My contacts did another sweep of the house. The seller was looking for quotes from exterminators. Termites. Wouldn't want my kitten squashed when the house collapsed, hm?”

He hadn't looked at his phone once, how did he- Forget it, it's not like you'd win that battle anyway.

You let him pull you away from another perfectly good house. You and the twins had a secret bet to see how many viewings it would take for Sylus to finally say yes. You said 30, thinking it was a ridiculously high number. The Twins went higher.

It was looking like you'd be down $10 soon.

It had been a long couple of months and wondered if you'd ever find your forever home.

You sighed when you saw him waiting outside the Hunter’s Association for you. It had been a long day and all you wanted was to relax.

The glint in his ruby eyes told you you'd have to wait a while longer before you could cuddle up on the sofa for the night.

20 minutes later he pulled the driveway. You had dozed off, your body jerking as his breath tickled your ear, announcing your arrival.

Your body felt heavily as you forced yourself out of the warm embrace of the car. It was getting dark, the sun almost fully hidden by the horizon.

Sylus had a really good feeling about this one. All checks came out clean. Nice private location. All the features you liked and more. He frowned when you didn't say anything as you crossed the threshold.

You were afraid to admit to yourself how much you loved it, expecting after a few rooms, he’d be bringing you home. It really was beautiful though.

For the first time, you got lost in the thought of your future with him. Imagining the both of you sitting in the living room, watching your favourite movies. Or teasing him for accidentally dripping someone else’s blood on the carpet when he came home from “work”.

In the bathroom, you could see the both of you brushing your teeth, you elbowing him as he took up most of the mirror.

In the kitchen, it was slowdances to the rhythm of his favourite records.

Pushing aside the impure thoughts when you first walked into the master bedroom, you could see him sitting on the edge of the bed, helping you choose what to wear for one of his auctions. Zipping up your dress as you caught his eyes in the mirror, murmuring how beautiful you looked.

The hum of Sylus’ phone tore you from your daydreams. He quickly glanced at his screen, then at you. They softened with a silent apology. “I’ll be as quick as I can.“ You smiled at him reassuringly. You knew he’d never answer unless it was urgent.

You followed the realtor by yourself. He showed you more bedrooms, bathrooms, a study.

The realtor turned to you before opening the the door to the last room upstairs. “This room is a bit all over the place compared the rest of the house. We still have to get rid of some furniture the sellers left. You’re partner said you both liked to read? Just imagine it with built-in book shelves. It already has a window seat!”

You followed her inside. Despite the some cloth covered chairs and a few boxes, you smiled as you walked to the window. It over looked the garden and if you squinted, you could just make out the black peaks of the mountains.

Sylus soon found you, snaking his arms around your waist, kissing your temple. “I should've waited to bring you here. You look exhausted. I couldn't tell if you were looking at the house or attempting to sleep with your eyes clothes.” You must've daydreamed pretty hard.

You let him guide you out of the room, a little disappointed that he hadn't asked what you thought or expressed his feelings about it. You were about to ask him about it when you tripped on one of the sheet coverings. Strong hands caught you before your face hit the floor.

The joke forming on your tongue immediately vanished when you saw what was under the sheet. Sylus froze as he watched you.

A wooden crib, paint chipped with age. Nothing was really special about it. But your mind suddenly flooded with the part of your future you had never really thought about before.

Tiny feet. Tufts of silver hair. Midnight feedings. Bedtime stories. Bathtub splashes.

A mini you or him? Both?

Sylus remained silent, observing the emotions that played on your face. Didn't have to ask what was going on in your mind. He knew. It was the same visions he had had the day you told him you loved him.

“I really like this one, Sy.” A whispered confession. You looked back at him, eyes blazing with the intensity of his love for you.

“Then it's ours, kitten.”

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Now that this is finished I have no idea why I wrote it in bullet points. I think I thought it would make me spend less time on it…

Oh well!

- Elle🫡

[woozinhos]

This one may be freaky but can I please have a Yeosang x Reader smut where they have unprotected sex in the snow? Like outside in the snow? Please add creampie and squirting and oral?

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Notes: literally starting from the very bottom and finally sorting through all the requests! Enjoy!!

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It was a cold winter night, and you and Yeosang were bundled up in warm coats and scarves as you walked through the snowy forest. The air was crisp and quiet, the only sound being the crunch of your boots against the snow. You looked over at Yeosang, his cheeks flushed from the cold. He was stunning, with his tousled hair and piercing eyes. You couldn't help but feel a shiver of excitement as you thought about what you had planned for tonight.

As you walked further into the forest, you found a secluded spot that was surrounded by trees. The snow was untouched, creating a pristine white blanket that looked like a perfect backdrop for what you wanted to do. Yeosang turned to you, a sly smile on his face. "I know that look," he said, his voice low and sultry. "You're thinking about something naughty, aren't you?" You bit your lip and nodded, feeling a rush of arousal at his words. "I am," you admitted, your breath coming out in little puffs of steam. "I want you to take me here, in the snow."

Yeosang's eyes darkened with desire, and he took a step closer to you. "Are you sure?" he asked, his hands finding your hips. "It's going to be cold." You shivered again, but this time it wasn't from the cold. "I don't care," you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I want to feel you, Yeosang. I want you to make me scream your name."

Yeosang growled and captured your lips in a heated kiss, his hands roaming over your body as he pushed you back against a tree. The bark was rough against your skin, but you didn't care. All you could focus on was the feeling of Yeosang's body pressed against yours. He broke the kiss and began to unbutton your coat, his fingers working quickly to undress you.

Yeosang smirked as he saw your shivering form, only half-naked in the snow. "So beautiful," he murmured, his eyes raking over your body. "And so willing to do anything for me." He knelt down in front of you, his breath hot against your skin. He placed a kiss on your stomach, then began to trail his lips down to your thighs. "You're going to have to be quiet," he said, his voice muffled by your skin. "We don't want anyone to hear us."

You nodded, biting down on your lip to keep from making any noise as Yeosang continued to kiss and bite your thighs. His hands were on your hips, holding you in place as he teased you. "You're so sensitive," he whispered, his breath ghosting over your skin. "I love how responsive you are to my touch."

He looked up at you with a devilish glint in his eyes. "I'm going to make you come so hard that you forget all about the cold." Yeosang leaned in and licked a stripe up your slit, tasting your arousal. You gasped and bucked your hips, your hands gripping the tree for support. He chuckled and held you still, his tongue swirling around your clit. "Stay still," he commanded, his voice firm. "Be a good girl for me."

You whimpered and did your best to obey, but it was difficult when Yeosang was eating you out like a starved man. He sucked on your clit, his tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive bud. You could feel your orgasm building, but you knew that Yeosang wasn't going to let you come yet. He loved to tease you, to draw out your pleasure until you were a begging mess. He slid a finger inside you, pumping it in and out slowly. "You're so wet," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "So ready for me."

He added another finger, curling them up to hit your g-spot. You cried out, unable to hold back any longer. "Yeosang, please," you begged. "I need to come." He chuckled again and looked up at you with a wicked grin. "Not yet," he said, his fingers continuing to work you relentlessly. "I want to taste you first." He buried his face between your legs once more, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to drive you crazy. You could feel the heat of his mouth and the roughness of his fingers, and it was almost too much to bear.

You looked down at him, your eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Yeosang, please... I'm so close," you whimpered again. "Please let me come." Yeosang finally took pity on you and sped up his movements, his fingers thrusting harder and his tongue lapping at your clit with renewed vigor. "Come for me, baby," he growled. "Come on my face." That was all it took to push you over the edge. You came with a scream, your body shaking as the waves of pleasure washed over you. Yeosang continued to lap at your folds, helping you ride out your orgasm until you were trembling and gasping for breath.

Yeosang stood up and gently helped you to your knees, guiding you into position on the snowy ground. "Good girl," he praised, running his hands over your back. "You look so beautiful like this, all spread out for me." He knelt behind you, his hands gripping your hips as he positioned himself at your entrance. "You're going to be cold down there," he said, a hint of concern in his voice. "But I'll keep you warm." He pushed into you slowly, groaning at the feeling of your tightness around him. The snow beneath you was cold and wet, but you didn't care. All you could focus on was the feeling of Yeosang inside you, filling you up so perfectly.

Yeosang began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first. He leaned over you, his chest pressed against your back as he whispered in your ear. "You feel so good, Y/N. So tight and wet for me." He reached around to tease your clit again, wanting to bring you to another orgasm. The snow continued to fall around you, covering your bodies in a light dusting of white. The sensation of the snow on your skin was a stark contrast to the heat of Yeosang's body. It felt strange, but also strangely erotic. You moaned and arched your back, pushing back against him as he increased his pace.

"I love seeing you like this," Yeosang grunted, his breath hot against your neck. "All mine, in the middle of the forest." He continued to thrust into you, his hips snapping against yours with increasing force. The sound of skin slapping against skin was drowned out by the soft crunch of the snow beneath you. You could feel another orgasm building, your muscles tightening around Yeosang's cock. "I'm gonna come again," you gasped. "Yeosang, I'm gonna come again!"

"That's it, baby," Yeosang growled, his fingers digging into your hips. "Come for me again. Let me feel you." He slammed into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt as you cried out in ecstasy. Your body convulsed as you came, your juices mixing with the snow beneath you.

Yeosang groaned and followed soon after, spilling his hot seed deep inside you. He stayed there for a moment, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. He pulled out of you slowly, watching as his cum dripped down your thighs. "God, that was amazing," he said, his voice rough with satisfaction. He helped you up and pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around you to keep you warm. "I'm going to have to bring you out here more often," he joked, nuzzling your neck.

[kathlare]

I love literally EVERYTHING you put out. Would you ever write something of Lando celebrating her birthday every year even when they aren’t together. Like maybe he gets her favorite dessert even though they aren’t together and it’s a way of celebrating her even if he believes she hates him or something like that… if not, don’t worry I love anything you put out

Thank you so much for your request! It was a pleasure writing this, and I hope you enjoy it. Not too long, but I hope it hits the mark!

As always, thank you for reading and supporting this story—it means a lot to me! 💕

smoke & sparkles

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando finds himself in a familiar yet empty-feeling restaurant, haunted by memories of what once was. As he waits for his order, a casual scroll through his phone leads to an unexpected gut punch—Amelie, celebrating her 21st birthday in Vegas, radiant and carefree.

Wordcount: 0.5 k

Warnings: none

full masterlist // request over here!

September 25th, 2022 - Monte Carlo, Monaco

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victoriadayman: My baby is 21!! Officially an adult, but still my little girl. ❤️😭 → ameliedayman: @victoriadayman Love you, mamá! Thank you for everything. 💖✨

ameliefan99: Amelie’s 21st in Vegas??? Oh, this is about to be ICONIC. 🔥🍾 → funtimes22: @ameliefan99 She better have partied like there’s no tomorrow. 😭✨

madisonbeer: 21 looks GOOD on you, bestie 😘🔥 → ameliedayman: @madisonbeer u taught me well queen 💅💖

bdaybabe07: Nah, Amelie turning 21 in Vegas is the most Amelie thing ever. 😂🔥

oliviarodrigo: Just woke up and saw my camera roll. Holy. Shit. → gracieabrams: @oliviarodrigo same... do we call or just pretend we never saw it 💀

partyqueen44: The way I just know this trip was absolute chaos. 😭🍸 → ameliebestie22: @partyqueen44 She probably doesn’t even remember half of it. 💀🔥

elysiadayman: Jack and I had a bet on when you’d blackout… I won 😌 → ameliedayman: @elysiadayman I feel so betrayed rn 💔

hatersgonnahate99: Of course she had to be extra with it. 🙄

tatemcrae: U survived Vegas??? I’m impressed. 😭🎲 → ameliedayman: @tatemcrae barely, bestie… barely 😵‍💫💀

stelladayman: Can’t believe I had to supervise a grown adult last night 🙄 → ameliedayman: @stelladayman pls ur job is literally “big sister” shhh 🤫💖

hatersgonnahate44: Why is she always in the messiest situations? 😒

joshrichards: This weekend was straight out of The Hangover. Someone check if we lost a friend. 😳 → ameliedayman: @joshrichards I think we left Anthony at a blackjack table… oops? 😬

ameliefan21: VEGAS BDAY ERAAAA 🔥🎲 our girl really did 21 right 😩✨

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The restaurant smelled the same.

Warm, buttery air, a faint trace of garlic, the comforting scent of something simmering slow and rich in the kitchen. Lando stood near the counter, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waited for his order.

He hadn't been here in months.

It used to be their spot. The place they’d come to after long days, ordering too much food, stealing bites from each other’s plates, talking until the staff started wiping down tables and turning chairs upside down. Amelie had always insisted this place had the best pasta in Monaco, and she’d mock-gasp whenever he disagreed, swearing she could never forgive such a betrayal.

He had brought other people here since then—teammates, a date or two—but it never felt quite the same.

The waiter called his name, and he nodded, signaling that he’d be there in a second. He pulled out his phone, mindlessly scrolling as he waited. It wasn’t until he saw a familiar username on his screen that he stopped.

George Russel.

Lando clicked on his close friends' story. The video started with loud music, neon lights flashing in a dimly lit club. Bottles on the table, people dancing, laughing. And then the camera panned, and his stomach twisted.

Amelie.

She was in the center of it all, wearing a sparkly dress, a drink in her hand, smiling so brightly it was almost blinding. Someone was cheering her on as she took a shot, then another. The caption read:

21 and dangerous 🍾🥂

Lando stared at the screen, his chest tightening.

Her birthday.

Fuck.

It hit him like a slap to the face. He knew her birthday—of course, he did. September 25th. It had been burned into his brain since the first time she ever mentioned it, years ago. But he had forgotten. Completely.

And that wasn’t even the worst part.

The worst part was that she had always talked about this day like it was the biggest milestone of her life.

"When I turn 21, I’m going to Vegas," she used to say, eyes alight with excitement. "And I’m going all out. No holding back. I want the full experience—VIP tables, champagne, the whole fucking thing."

Lando used to tease her about it. "You? Partying in Vegas? You’ll get drunk off one cocktail and call it a night."

She’d always scoff. "Shut up, Norris. You wish you could keep up with me."

She had planned this moment for years, and now it was happening. Without him.

He watched the story again, his thumb hovering over the screen like if he looked hard enough, he could somehow teleport himself there, slip into the crowd, laugh with her like nothing had changed. But it had changed.

She wasn’t his anymore.

Was she ever?

His chest felt uncomfortably tight as he swiped through more stories. Charles also was there. Alex. A few of Amelie’s industry friends. Everyone he used to know, people he still talked to—except her. She was a world away, and he wasn’t even a footnote in her celebration.

She probably thought he didn’t care.

Maybe she even hated him.

The thought made his stomach twist in a way he hated.

—Sir?—

Lando blinked, snapping back to reality. The waiter was looking at him expectantly, holding a bag of food.

—Right. Sorry.—

He reached for the bag, hesitating for a moment before his eyes flickered to the dessert section on the menu behind the counter.

—Actually... can I add something?—

—Of course. What would you like?—

Lando tapped his fingers against the counter, then sighed.

—A slice of the tiramisu.—

The waiter nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. Lando exhaled, raking a hand through his curls.

It was her favorite.

Every single time they came here, she’d order it, even if she was too full to eat more. "Dessert doesn’t go to your stomach, it goes to your heart," she used to say, grinning at him before stealing his spoon.

He didn’t know why he was doing this. She wasn’t here. She wasn’t going to eat it. Hell, she wouldn’t even know about it.

But maybe... maybe this was his way of celebrating her. Quietly. From a distance.

A small, bittersweet tribute to what they used to be.

He grabbed the bag when it was ready and left, the streets of Monaco quiet around him as he drove home. The night air was crisp, the city lights reflecting off the water. Normally, he loved this time of night—the stillness, the quiet.

Tonight, it just felt lonely.

When he got home, he set the bag on the counter, took out the tiramisu, and stared at it for a long moment.

Then, with a sigh, he grabbed a spoon and took a bite.

"Happy birthday, Ames," he thought.

Even if she never heard it.

[mj-iza-writer]

A whumper who cries whenever whumpee is being defiant. Whether the tears are real (whumper is genuinely upset) or fake (just a manipulation tactic), whumpee will almost always submit and allow themself to be punished or even pampered.

💖💜

Creepy intimate Whumper.

"I would prefer you didn't touch me", Whumpee hissed.

Whumper rolled their eyes and touched Whumpee's head anyway.

"Why are you so spicy?", Whumper cooed as they traced Whumpee's clenched jaw.

Whumpee attempted to pull away, but Whumper only held onto their chin.

"Bite me", Whumpee yelled before realizing what they had said.

"Gladly", Whumper chuckled and lowered to Whumpee's neck.

"Stop, ow, stop", Whumpee gasped.

Whumper chuckled again as they stood, "you asked for it. I was only obeying your request."

"So disgusting", Whumpee hissed.

"Your words hurt so much", Whumper sighed, "I wish you...."

"No, I don't like you. I don't like this situation. I want to leave", Whumpee glared.

Whumpee watched as Whumper turned away. Whumper wiped their eyes momentarily, then walked away.

Whumpee used that moment to jump up from the floor and run.

Whumper ran after them and grabbed their wrist.

"I don't think so", Whumper frowned, "be good. Come on, it's breakfast time."

Whumpee was handcuffed to the dining room chair. Whumper also shackled their ankle to the table.

"That should keep you sitting still", Whumper smiled as they tapped on Whumpee's lips, "I'll be right back. I think you'll love breakfast. I made your favorite."

Whumpee tucked their lips into their mouth then bit at Whumper's finger.

"If you want to act like an animal, then I'll treat you as such", Whumper warned, "with how you're acting", Whumper sniffled, "can't we have just one nice day. Let me enjoy my dream just once. It's our anniversary. You came here one year ago today."

"Are you crying?", Whumpee glared, "I'm being kept prisoner here, and you're the one crying."

"Shut up", Whumper sniffled again, "you ruin everything."

Whumpee looked down.

Whumper wiped their eyes again and walked into the kitchen.

"Here is breakfast", Whumper carried out a tray and set it down, "I hope this at least pleases you a little."

Whumpee sighed when they saw Whumper's face was red from crying.

'Why do I feel guilty?', Whumpee yelled at themself, 'they kidnapped me. They forced me into this fever dream situation. I'm quite literally kept here against my will. Why am I guilty?'

Whumper came back out with another tray and quietly sat down.

Whumpee slowly looked up.

Whumper's eyes were a little puffy now.

"Why do you even like me?", Whumpee started, "I'm not a likable person. You don't see that?"

"I just do. Why can't you see that", Whumper whispered hoarsely, "you are amazing. You keep putting yourself down."

Whumpee sighed, "I'll make you a deal."

Whumper looked at them curiously.

"I will behave, for today, if you agree to these three conditions", Whumpee situated themself slightly.

Whumper nodded quickly.

"I will play along to your weird dream for today if you will stop being weird and touching me unnecessarily. You take me to McDonald's for lunch. Thirdly, we watch a movie tonight... my choice... and we get snacks and drinks."

"Deal, deal, and deal", Whumper smiled widely.

"Can I be released so I can eat. This is my favorite breakfast after all. How can I eat it like this?", Whumpee lifted their arms slightly.

"You won't run?", Whumper questioned.

"Not today at least. I'll be good", Whumpee nodded, 'unless an opportunity arises', they quietly crossed their fingers.

"Okay", Whumper quickly stood up and pulled out their keys. They giggled as they unlocked the cuffs.

"I know you said no touching, but just one hug", Whumper squeezed Whumpee, "you made me so happy."

"Ugh", Whumpee groaned as they were squeezed tightly, "can't breath."

"Sorry sorry... hmm, I'm just so happy", Whumper skipped back to their seat.

"Those chicken nuggets taste good?", Whumper looked over as they drove away from the restaurant.

Whumpee looked up with full cheeks and a fist full of fries. They nodded quickly.

"Really good", Whumpee muttered after swallowing a little, "I've been wanting this for so long."

"You know you don't have to cut deals with me to get food like that. I didn't know you wanted McDonald's. I'm happy to buy you food whenever you like", Whumper smiled playfully, "you are absolutely adorable when you are eating."

"I don't want to talk to you sometimes, or I'm so mad I don't feel like eating", Whumpee pulled out another fist full of fries, "this is so good."

"I'm sorry I make you mad, I only wish to love you", Whumper sighed sadly.

"You're not going to cry again, are you?", Whumpee looked up awkwardly.

"No", Whumper chuckled lightly, "has my dearest been appeased, or do we require more?"

"A milkshake would be delicious", Whumpee watched as they drove past an ice cream place, "plus snacks for the movie later."

"I've already ordered our favorite snacks and drinks. They'll be delivered later", Whumper grinned, "what movie are you wanting?"

"I don't know yet", Whumpee reached for their drink, "something funny maybe."

Whumper smiled, "see this isn't so bad, is it. Having a civil conversation. Eating good food, planning a future event. Why can't this be every day?"

"Because I don't like being held prisoner in your house", Whumpee pointed out.

"Don't know why. My house is better than what you came from. I don't abuse you", Whumper sighed.

"Don't ever say anything negative about my past. I tried my best, and I survived. I am proud of that", Whumpee talked through clenched teeth, then turned to stare out the window, "maybe if you wouldn't make me feel so worthless... maybe... maybe I'd get along with you better, but you say things like that and it makes me want to punch your face in."

Whumper turned worriedly, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't... I don't pay attention to what I say sometimes. I'll try to be better I promise."

"Hmph", Whumpee huffed.

"Soooo, does a chocolate milkshake sound good or vanilla?", Whumper found a place to turn around, "carmel?"

"Chocolate is fine", Whumpee whispers hoarsely.

Whumper sat down on the couch and handed the bag of snacks to Whumpee.

"Have you found the movie yet?", Whumper reached for their milkshake.

Whumpee flipped through the catalog on the TV.

"I remember liking this one, but there is another one that looks good as well", Whumpee clicked back and forth.

"Let's watch both of them. We don't have anything else to do. We can eat dinner in between the movies", Whumper sat back, "milkshakes were a great idea. This is really good."

Whumpee nodded as they sipped at there's.

"I'm trying to get everything I can out of this day. We can stay awake to midnight if it means you'll keep being nice to me", Whumper smiled.

Whumpee sighed, "I'll contemplate being good if you feed me my favorite breakfast again tomorrow."

Whumper whipped their head around.

"I was going to surprise you with a breakfast delivery, but the next day. The next day I can definitely do that... just please... I love this so much. Today was perfect. Can we have more days like this one?"

"I'll think about it", Whumpee smirked, "no promises though."

Whumper nodded, "fair enough. I'll try my best to obey the boundaries you've set today as well. I'll do anything to make this work."

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[merakiui]

Mera. Mera. Mera--

That new riddle fic, MERA!!!! OTL OTL

Bestie, I have no words to describe how I felt after reading that—literally the ending got me staring at the wall like,,, "lord, what--??" but HOLY SHIT DID YOU DO A ONE HELL OF A WONDERFUL JOB WITH THIS PIECE LIKE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Anyway. I am still speechless, but this part stuck with me the most so i just had to draw it:

RIP to Azul. You will be missed our dear italian fren u_u

BESTIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! AAAAAAAAA OMG OMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!! KHEYY, YOUR BEAUTIFUL ART BLESSES MY EYES ONCE MORE!!!!! THIS IS GODLY, AMAZING, STUNNING, SHOW-STOPPING, AND SO MANY MORE ADJECTIVES BECAUSE WOW!!!!!! I spent so much time staring at this when I read your ask because it's truly a masterpiece. I feel like I'm in a museum pondering the meaning of it because it's just that wonderful!!! I gasped in delight when I saw it!!!! (≧ᗜ≦)

Did you grab the image directly from my brain........ this is exactly how I imagined Rido sitting there on the steps, eating his tart while covered in blood. >:D ohhhhhh he is so cooked. I love him and I love your art so much WAAAAAA!!!!!! His tired eyes, the blood on his clothes and shoes, the blue lights from the police, the lighting (shadows) itself, the bright red tart, his nonchalant "guess I'll just eat this fucking tart" LOL everything about this is scrumptious. I'm devouring it with rapture!!!!!

Thank you so much for reading the fic and for drawing such a beautifully haunting picture!!!!! (✿´꒳`)ﾉ💖 I was actually going to write him eating an apple instead of tart, but I thought that would feel too Death Note hehe. If Riddle had the Death Note, he would scribble Azul's name one-hundred times just to get him out of the picture....... he is obsessed. My dissociating king. orz I just love when those nerds are playing complicated mind games. They're both smart enough to keep up with each other. It's really fascinating!!

(rip Azul indeed,,, he will be missed, but not by Riddle... ;;;;;)

[freyarabbit]

Yep! Sure thing. I appreciate the detail you added in the request! It helps alot! 💖

◆¡Can't be sneaky with six eyes around!◆

request.1

[9:24 pm]

It's almost thirty minutes past your bedtime. Though that may sound childish, considering your job as of now was far from it. But a fixed bedtime was a necessity, if you wanted to be able to wake up early in the morning without being tired out of your mind.

But, just for today, you sacrificed that, after receiving quite the peculiar message by Megumi, asking you to come over. It's true you need sleep, but Megumi's definitely more important. Plus, this invitation was simply irresistible. You wouldn't want your boyfriend to get all mad and pouty, would you?

Both of you barely got time to do...stuff together during the day because of your horrible jobs, hard studies and clingy friends. Night time was the best to avoid getting caught too.

Slowly making your way over to him from the hallway, being as quiet as possible not to wake up Yuuji, even though you knew how much of a deep sleeper he is.

You opened his door swiftly without knocking "hey" you saw him already standing at the entrance for you, as he pulled you into a kiss, leaving you stunned for a second.

His arms enveloped around you as you both stumbled towards his bed, your minds too focused on each other to keep it down and realize how noisy the wooden floorboards were getting with their creaking. Something you may or may not regret later.

At the quiet and eerie entrance of the jujutsu tech Dormitories, the strongest sorcerer Gojo Satoru, or otherwise known as an annoying goofball by his students, was sneaking around to get his wallet back, which he'd left there by accident, having been busy as hell annoying a certain black haired boy.

He'd figured all of you would be asleep by now, so it would be okay for him to just quietly go in and out.

As he got the brown wallet in his grasp, his sharp ears picked up what sounded like creaking, giggles and whines. Surprisingly, he didn't know what was going on immediately, instead, blindly approaching the source.

Noticing Megumi's door creaked open, he looked in, his eyes widening due to what was before him.

You right beneath him, as he kissed your cheeks, lips, forehead and what not.

Unlike a normal person, who'd probably back away as quickly as possible to avoid getting caught watching, he just let out a loud gasp.

Megumi felt his heart literally jump out of his chest, but not the way it does when he sees you. It was different. Fear and annoyance taking over him, while you looked at the white haired man with your jaw dropped, embarrassment washing over you.

"YOU BOTH ARE TOGETHER LIKE THIS ALREADY?? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" He said, in disbelief that the boy he raised since he was 6 years old hadn't told him about his love life.

Megumi looked back at him with an expression that you could only describe as furious but defeated at the same time.

"Will you keep it down?! Do you not know how to knock?? Stop embarrassing me."

You could've sword you saw the biggest blush appearing on his features, as he avoided making eye contact with anyone. You chuckled, which turned into laughter.

This made him turn his toward you, his brows furrowed,

"Seriously???"

Quickly looking back at Gojo he spoke low

"I swear to God if you tell anyone and ruin my life for the hundredth time-"

Gojo Satoru sighs, pouting as he replied, "Fine fine, I won't tell or whatever."

He jokingly scoffed and left, the sounds of you and Megumi discussing the situation could be heard as he did, a few things were running through his mind. He knew both of you had alot of chemistry, but he didn't think you'd get into that much far of a point in your relationship without him knowing. He was glad both of you could feel like normal teenagers for once, but anxiety was still eating away at him deep down. He couldn't let anything ruin this. Which could be hard. He mentally swore to protect all his students, especially Megumi and you.

A smile stretched across his face, as he walked out.

Alright! That was it! I hope this met your expectations! <3

[outlastrabbit]

i absolutely ADORE your headcanons! if it's okay/you have time, i have a request - Coyle x a shy, girly, virgin reader, perhaps a new reagent who falls behind her group? (( seriously though, there's nothing like holding that garage door open so the rest of the team can get out, only for him to grab you back in before you can escape :') )) tysm!

Thank you!😸💖

Warning: NSFW

Leland Coyle With a Shy!Virgin!Girly Girl

You were a brand new reagent who felt like she was falling short. You were timid and shy, barely being able to communicate with the other reagents though your life literally depended on it. You weren’t as tough and experienced as the others, forcing them to protect and watch out for you more. You wanted to apologise to your friends for being such a burden, but your hushed voice fell on deaf ears.

After clumsily repairing the generators in the dark garage, you ventured first towards the exit. Wanting to finally feel useful, you pulled open the roller door and shyly nodded at your fellow reagents, silently beckoning them to all go first. You held it as the other three all snuck out, and you were about to follow when you felt something pull you back.

You squealed in terror as a hand yanked you into the garage by the back of your dress. You were whirled around roughly and thrusted up against the wall, teary eyes wide when you saw Leland Coyle grinning at you.

“Well, shit. Look at you.”

Coyle took a drag of his cigarette before checking you out, a dangerous smirk on his scarred face as a hand slowly slid down your side. His finger traced over the skin covering your ribcage, then he felt your curves through your dress.

“Pretty little malefactor, ain’t you?”

You trembled and whimpered softly, staring at Coyle with fearful eyes. He ignored this and continued to eye your body, his hand running over your belly. His face showed no emotion, and his tinted sunglasses did not help. He stared at your cleavage for a long moment before locking eyes with yours.

Though you couldn’t see Coyle’s fierce glare, you could definitely feel it. Your eyes shyly darted off to the side. He grinned cruelly, grabbing your chin roughly and forcing you to look at him. Your heart hammered under your ESOP, your breath coming out in soft pants. The man’s grin grew wider and he leaned in uncomfortably close.

“What happens to you in the dark… it’s just gonna be between us.”

You gasped as Coyle grabbed ahold of your ESOP, yanking it roughly over your head. He dumped the toaster to the ground before pressing himself flush into you. Your back pressed firmly against the wall while the cop almost ground into you. You let out a hesitant squeak as he did so, and his hand slid up your dress.

“Cooperate.”

Your wide eyes locked on his as a gasp of pleasure left your lips. Coyle rubbed you through your panties, smiling as he felt lace. You moaned shakily, panting and trembling under his touch. You offered a small whine when he tried to push a finger in, and you tensed up.

“You go on and relax, honey.”

You hesitantly did as he asked, letting yourself relax with a shaky breath. Coyle managed to slip his finger in, and it just felt weird. He kept pumping it in for a while, practically slobbering all over your neck in the process.

It wasn’t long until you heard him unbuckle his belt, and felt your lacy panties being tugged down your bare legs. Coyle’s gloved hand slid up your thigh, hiking up your dress before he pressed himself against you. You gasped and blushed bright red, feeling him so close towards…

“Coyle…!” Your breath hitched as he thrusted up into you. “Ah!” You gasped.

You threw your arms around Coyle’s neck, wary of the literal car battery still strapped to his back. Your breathy pants and pretty moans were like music to his ears. He actually did try to be slow at first, but the way you clenched and twitched…

“Oh, sweetness.”

Coyle thrusted himself into you, keeping you propped up against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moaning desperately. He gripped your butt in one hand, while his other grabbed the back of your head, gloved fingers tangled in your hair. After all this time, he finally pressed his lips firmly onto yours in a heated kiss.

[rufwooff]

...oHmyGoSHIMISSEDYOUAGKKASJNDKAJSD--

Literally gasped when I saw you were back--

//SOBS--

I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL--

AGH--💜💜💜

CHESSSSSS 😭😭😭💜💕✨️💕💜💖💖💜💕✨️✨️

[mikuni14]

4 Minutes - Ep 1-2

I haven't had much free time to keep up with all the series lately, I was planning to catch up and influenced by @my-rose-tinted-glasses enthusiasm I decided to watch 4 Minutes first 😘

So, ok. I love it.

First of all, I'm writing this before diving into the 4 Minutes tag, so I have no idea about the most popular theories. I have a few of my own working theories, but I don't feel like writing about them right now hehe. I will write what I like tho!

very good execution, but it's BOC, so no surprises here

aesthetics, actors, everything is 💯💯

I really like the mystery, suspense, crime, ambiguity, confusion, slow discovery of new plots, a certain kind of darkness that already created the delicious vibe in DFF ✨ I also like the pleasure and satisfaction I feel as a viewer, when I see something that I suspect might happen, it happens and the series doesn't force the opposite, doing stupid, illogical or ooc things, just to shock and surprise me (looking at you GoT). For example, I knew that Title wasn't found dead in this field, and when it turned out that he was alive, it didn't take away my pleasure from guessing it in any way. I love it when a show lets viewers guess what's going to happen and respects their intelligence

no matter what universe, Jet plays a complete dick who is in conflict with Mio's character ✨

Mio, Mio, Mio, Mio!! 💖💖💖💖 I gasped when I saw him, I'm literally conditioned to love this guy. He's ruthless and uncompromising again, gosh, my heart 💖💖💖(fair warning: I'm going to be insufferable about him, so be prepared 🤡)

the sex scenes are as bold and high-quality as ever

traditionally for BOC we have a juxtaposition of rich and poor, corruption, tragic choices caused by poverty, exploitation, overworking, fulfilling the expectations of ruthless parents, wealth as well as poverty being the source of crime

Bible plays a poor rich boy, which I really like. I also like his pairing, which wasn't at all predictable and obvious, because I'm probably the only person in the world who can't stand his pairing in KP (please don't hate me)

luckily Bible is a Cat Person and it shows, because he uses a Special Voice to talk to the kitty. The cat is relaxed, which is an exception in BL series 😑 (isn't that his cat? they seemed close 🥺)

of course I must comment on the BL in the BL series. So… yes! It's good! Bible as Great is wonderful but then again I didn't expect anything else from him. Tbh I was worried about what his partner would be like, whom I didn't know. Jes turned out to be sensational, first of all you can see his experience, he's 32 years old (!), as Tyme he's an absolutely captivating mix of an intimidating professional at work and adorable baka when he's just some dude liking a guy 😄 I really liked how the series is serious for the whole 1st episode, most of the 2nd and then suddenly there's a scene of Tyme smoothing out his feathers in a peacock mode, emphasizing his figure and shapely butt to look nice for his crush, it was so funny and cute. Also when he awkwardly tried to flirt with Great, the faces he made when he realized how clumsy he was lmao. I love the kind of men in BL shows who are strong and masculine but who turn into fluffy, awkward teddy bears 🐻 in the presence of their loved ones. When I saw Tyme in ep1 I thought he was going to be a stereotypical seme and I'm so glad the show lets him be a normal person.

It's interesting that Great gets a second chance every time he does something wrong 🤔 And I wonder why he sees a future with Tyme? This kind of future? Hm.

Overall I love 4 Minutes, I'm officially hooked. It's very interesting, intriguing and spicy, there are a lot of plots that are starting to overlap and connect, the series has actors that I like (some I even like a lot! just seeing Mio and hearing Bible speak English accounts for like 74% of my enjoyment lol), it's not afraid of controversial topics, the series doesn't treat viewers like children, the execution is at a very high level, Jes and JJay show infatuation at first sight in a very convincing way, the romances started very interestingly and I've watched the Tyme/Great scenes a few times already.

That means 3 series to obsess over in a week! Lucky me! ✌

(I might edit this post by adding some gifs later)

[p-redux]

Waking up to the Team sending me tons of DMs and Asks of Caitriona Balfe and her husband, Tony McGill, walking, holding hands yesterday in London! This makes me so happy! ❤️😍

I'm sure Extreme Shippers are having a fit and already dissecting the pic and being frothy about it. But the SANE part of the fandom aka us, is smiling from ear to ear. I literally GASPED when I saw it, and then broke out into a huge grin. 😃

Cait looks beautiful, loving the blonde hair on her, and Mr. McGill is looking verra dashing, the grey in his hair suits him.

Every time what I told the fandom 9 YEARS ago--that Cait and Tony were a couple--continues to be proven true, it makes me really, really happy.

Any Shippers or haters decide to live dangerously today and leave any hate comments, your comment will be deleted, and you will be immediately blocked. This is your only warning.

The rest of us--let's celebrate REAL LOVE. 🍾 ❤️ Cait's had her hot Scot this whole time--his name is Anthony (Tony) Gerard McGill. Hip, hip, hooray! 🤗💞💖💘 #tait #mrandmrsmcgill #themcgills #mrsmcgill

[daddyslittlecrow]

I saw your post asking for writing ideas and was all 👀 with the new trailer coming out for Caleb being a cyborg- what if it was about Caleb x MC in the forest feeling touch/intimacy for the first time and practically getting drunk on it 👀 then possessive sex out in the wilderness

The Target (Caleb x MC)

THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FIRST SUGGESTION 💖💖 UNFORTUNATELY IT SEEMS IM INCAPABLE OF DOING A SIMPLE DRABBLE OF SMUT (accidentally made this 2.9k words 🤭)

Not proof-read its like 2am rn

Warnings: MDNI. Literal sex below. All bells, some whistles…

Twigs snapped under the weight of his steady approach, the sound heightened by the silence of the forest. Despite sunlight filtering through the trees, no bird dared to chirp.

Tears stung your eyes. You made one final attempt to somehow push yourself through the rough bark of the tree at your back. Your stomach twisted with heavy dread. His dominating frame loomed over you. It blocked the warm rays on your face, closing in. It was too late.

“Target acquired.��� 

Your throat constricted as you choked on a sob. This wasn't how you planned this to end. Not by the hands of a man who had been by your side since forever. Who always tried to be there every night, stroking your sweat-drenched skin as you heaved from your night terrors. 

Caleb, the man who kissed you after you sobbed for hours, wondering how anyone could love an “experiment”. The programme you both were under had stripped you both of everything. Yet somehow, Caleb always remained strong for you.  

He had confessed his feelings to you that night. It was the only tender moment you had shared. 

When he went to the lab the next morning for a routine check-up, they had implanted the chip and he was gone. Replaced by this cold-hearted monster. His amethyst eyes glared at you like you were vermin. Ready to be executed.

He stood, still as a statue, smothering you with his presence. You were both clad in your uniforms. It was meant to be a simple mission, one you hoped would give you the opportunity to talk some sense into him. Remind him of what he promised you once you both finally escaped.

You were stupid enough to believe the lies the higher-ups fed you, too distracted by your heart to double-check the facts. By the time you realised your mistake, he had trapped you.

“Caleb.” Your voice was pleading. Maybe now would be the last chance you’d have of reaching him. Something flickered in his eyes, fingers twitching. Then it was gone.

Caleb’s hand shot out, clamping around your neck. His voice was cold, devoid of all emotion. You could tell he was listening to whatever they were ordering on his radio. A curt nod and his grip on you tightened. “Activating elimination protocol…”

You closed your eyes, accepting your fate. Tears spilt, rolling down your face. If these were your last words, you hoped they’d find the version of him they stole from you.

“I love you.” You gasped, the power of your voice restricted by his hand. Instantly, the pressure on your throat vanished.

Your eyes snapped open, watching as Caleb took a step back. Confusion etched on his face. He looked at you, utterly lost. “Y/N…”

You recognised the softness and your heart raced. Did you finally break through to him? Was he listening? His brows scrunched together in pain. It looked like he was fighting against his chip.

But then he growled. “No. Stop.” His head shook as though he was trying to dislodge whatever was overriding him. 

Wasting no time, you bolted towards him. He caught your wrist but the attack surprised him. He tripped on a tree stump and he was on the ground, you landing directly on top of him. You used the distraction to quickly pull out his earpiece, tossing it away.

“Caleb.” You tried again. He was frowning at you, his piercing eyes glassed over. Almost dazed. “You belong to me. Not them, remember? You’re mine.”

You kissed him. His breath hitched against your lips and his hands grabbed onto you in an iron-clad grip. He was trembling. Short-circuiting. For a chilling moment, you thought he’d throw you off him. You almost cried with relief when he kissed you back.

His lips moved frantically against yours, consuming you. He pulled you closer and angled his head, tongue swiping along your quivering bottom lip. You granted him access to explore your hot mouth, eagerly swallowing your gasps. 

A quiet whine slipped from you as he pulled back, trying to look into the depth of your soul from the way his eyes bore into yours. “I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m so fucking sorry.”

His beautiful eyes brimmed with tears as the realisation hit him. He had become the very thing you both swore to destroy. And you saved him. A lifetime wouldn’t be long enough to make it up to you. “It’s okay Caleb. I know it wasn't you.” 

“My sweet girl…” His voice faltered, thick with long-repressed emotion. “I promise to spend every breath I take proving I’m yours.” 

The world shifted around you as he moved, suddenly underneath him. He captured your lips once more. His kiss was more urgent than before, like he was finally claiming you. 

Everything around you went dark. Nothing mattered. Only him. You snapped your gloves off to feel his soft hair between your fingers. He groaned at your touch. The sound coursed through your veins, melting into a simmering pool deep in your core.

He broke contact with your lips to leave heated kisses along your jaw, slowly moving to your neck. 

“I love you.” It came out of you like a plea.

It broke down every morsel of control within him. He lifted his head to look down at your face, drinking in the sight of your flushed face. He needed to have you. Completely. He never felt hunger like this.

You. You. You. The only thing that controlled him.

His mouth was on you, trailing along every bit of exposed skin he could find. His hands moved to the fastenings on your uniform, releasing them until the zipper slowly pulled down, revealing more of you.

Losing patience, he pushed the zipper faster until it was fully open. Then he ripped your uniform off in a few rough tugs. 

He sat up on his knees, taking in the sight of you, still covered by a sports bra and panties. With your uniform still in his shaking hands, he folded it. He gently lifted your head, placing the makeshift pillow under it. 

You didn’t care if you were currently lying on a bed of hot coals at this point. But his commitment to your comfort made your heart clench. The towering trees cocooned you from any trace of wind. You found the temperature surprisingly pleasant despite the lack of clothing.

He pressed his lips onto your forehead before he sat back. His eyes darkened at the growing spot of moisture that covered your core. He made quick work of his own uniform, tossing it carelessly when he was finally free.

You supported yourself on your elbows, caressing his body with your eyes. He almost shuddered. When you saw him, thick and straining against his briefs, you bit back a moan. 

“You like seeing me like this, don’t you Pip?” Caleb fed from the look of pure desire on your face. You reached behind you and unclasped your bra in response, still allowing it to cover your breasts. He crawled over you until his face was inches from yours. 

Tilting his head, he rested his mouth against your ear. “You’re the only one that can do this to me.” His words sent delicious shivers down your spine. Voice laced with a yearning so intense, it made you burn with raw need. 

You had imagined this moment during restless nights, hoping a release would tire you enough to stave off the dreams. You didn’t mind when the dreams still found you on those nights. Because they were all of him.

Caleb grabbed the front of your bra and wretched it from your body. He cursed as he looked down, reaching out to test the weight of one of your breasts. His thumb skimmed along the sensitive nub, earning him a hiss of pleasure. 

“Caleb…please.” You sounded so pretty when you begged. He made a mental note to himself, wanting to make you do it again and again in the future. But right now - he would give you everything you wanted. 

His fingers trailed along your skin as he travelled lower, brushing over the waistband of your panties. He continued until his fingers found the throbbing ache of your clit. You let out a guttural groan as he pressed softly, coaxing you with circles as you became a sodden mess against his fingers.

Your moans wrapped like a vice around his cock, making him impossibly harder. His mouth watered at the thought of your sweet juices on his tongue. Shifting so he was nestled properly between your thighs, he bent down. 

Your heart stopped as he pressed his nose against your clothed pussy. He inhaled deeply, your earthy scent obliterating every thought - every voice - from his mind. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the way he made something so..filthy, feel so good.

“Fuck.” His jaw clenched, hands gripping the swell of your thighs. He used them as his anchor before licking a hard strip up your swollen slit. You couldn’t take it. You needed more. 

“Caleb..ah. I need-“ Your brain turned to mush as your panties were moved to the side. Head tilted down, you watched the corner of his lip tug into a smirk.

“What do you need? I’ll give you everything.” You didn’t have a chance to reply. His wet hot tongue against your bare clit was like a jolt of electricity, back arching as you pushed into his face. He devoured your slick cunt, drinking from you like he had been thirsty for days.

You couldn’t stop watching him, buried between your thighs. It was the most erotic thing you’d ever seen. Your moans and the sound of Caleb slurping from you made your stomach clench, a familiar coil of pleasure building. Hard and fast.

Caleb groaned against your pussy, your arousal flooding his senses, heating his blood. Nothing could’ve ripped him from you, not now. Not when he craved the sight of you coming undone. 

One of his hands left your thighs, using a finger to coat himself in your slick. He brought it to your weeping hole, pushing slowly to avoid hurting you. He knew you’d be tight, virginity still intact. Knowing he was blessed to be your first was a privilege he’d never take for granted.

Your cunt greedily sucked him in. The realisation of how ready you were almost made him spurt right then. He pumped his finger into you, slowly stretching you out as he continued licking your clit.

The sensations of his tongue and finger had you writhing. You reached out and grasped his hair, pulling hard. It only made him work faster. Your orgasm was hurling towards you, the pitch of your voice rising.

When he curled his fingers, massaging your g-spot, all you saw was white. You came violently, screaming his name. Every ounce of restraint in him snapped but he kept working you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

You had five seconds to come back to your senses before he tore your panties off. His briefs soon followed. Then he grabbed your wrists and lifted you up. Caleb crashed his lips against you once again, driven by a level of desire so intense, it bordered on madness.

He pushed you backwards, a soft whimper filling his mouth as you realised he had pinned you against the very tree that had trapped you before.

In an instant his hands grabbed your ass, sliding them down the back of your thighs. He hoisted you up effortlessly, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. 

You could feel him poking against your belly. He was so hard, so swollen for you. It made your pussy ache as it clenched around nothing. You had never felt so empty.

He broke the feverish kiss, resting his forehead on yours. Nothing could describe the raw emotion that blew his pupils wide. His whole world was in his arms. You stole the air straight from his lungs.

“You are the most beautiful thing the stars will ever create.” His voice was barely a whisper. The glassy sheen of your eyes reflected a monster. A hard lump formed in his throat, making it nearly impossible to swallow. Tears damped his dark lashes. “And I tried to…”

His eyes squeezed shut. Too afraid to look at you. At himself. Your thumb swiped away the tears that ran down his cheek. You hated seeing him like this, broken by the men who made him. 

It wasn't his fault. Neither you nor he had any choice up until now. He felt your breath tickle his lips. “But you didn't Caleb. And that means somewhere…right here.” You pressed a hand over his thundering heart. “You’re still in there. I can feel it. Let me feel you.”

He kissed you then like he was trying to consume your faith in him, wanting to absorb it - like it could somehow replace the part of him they stole. You were his anchor. His reason to keep fighting against the programme that had taken everything from you both. 

You moved your hips, your body burning for him. Caleb let out a low hiss as you tried to bring him closer. Your teeth found his bottom lip, biting him so hard you almost drew blood. A sign to take back what was his.

He groaned against the pain, surrendering himself to the depth of his desire. Tightening his grip on you, he shifted his hips to align it with your wet heat. 

His eyes never left yours as he slowly pushed into you. 

You gasped as you felt him, stretching you out inch by inch. You welcomed the pain. “Good girl. Just a little more. You're doing so well.” He kissed your neck, sucking the sensitive spot just below your jaw. 

Pleasure started to mingle with the pain just as he finally bottomed out. You loved how full he felt inside you. “Move your hips for me.” Caleb purred. He wanted you to set the pace first until he was sure you were comfortable. 

You frowned at first, not understanding how to follow his request. Your hips pulled back, noticing the way Caleb’s muscles tensed. You felt yourself grow shy as you tested your movements. 

His lips parted, lost in how good you felt. So warm and tight. He used his hands to guide your hips, his cock dragging sinfully along the velvety wetness of your walls. The depraved sounds of your cunt, as it squelched from your hot slick, had him twitching inside you. When he heard you start to moan for him, he lost it.

He couldn't restrain himself anymore. He needed to fuck you. “Just hold onto me, Y/N. Tell me if it's too much, yeah?” He pulled back until his tip was barely inside, and then he thrusted. Hard. Again. And again.

He started fucking you like he owned you. Wanting to prove to you that he was here. He was yours. Every pretty sound that came from your mouth was rightfully earned. He relished in the sting of your nails as you gripped him for dear life.

Your foreheads pressed together, sticking with sweat. “You’re so perfect.” Your pussy fluttered at the carnal heat of his words. “You don't know how much I’ve thought about you like this. Having you a writhing mess, pussy so full that you can't think of anything but me.”

You didn't know how he learned to talk like that but it had you on the verge of gushing all over him. The rough grooves of the tree scratched your back but you were too drunk on his cock to care. 

“I want to feel you cum around my cock. You'll give it to me, yeah?” All you could do was nod, your voice overtaken by grunts and groans. Your release was slowly building, stars spotting your vision. 

“Such a. Good. Fucking. Girl. For me.” He thrust with each word. A hand slipped between your bodies, rubbing fast circles over your clit. His release was quickly chasing yours as your walls started to spasm.

“Oh god, Caleb. Please-” You were begging him to keep going as he pushed you to the edge. 

“Cum for me, beautiful. That's it.” Your whole body shook as you fell apart on his pistoning cock. You hard came all over him. Soaking his cock and onto his balls. It dripped onto the ground.

The sight instantly had his hips stuttering, your name the last thing on his lips before he pumped thick spurts of cum into your slobbering cunt. He whimpered into the crook of your neck as you milked every last drop. He didn't think he’d ever cum like that without you.

You both breathed heavily, recovering from the earth-shattering release. Completely satisfied. Caleb was the first to move, carefully sliding out of you before setting you down on your feet. His arms continued to support you as your thighs trembled. 

“Are you okay?” Concerned eyes scanned your face. 

You gave him a soft smile. “Yeah, just a little tender.” 

You were both silent, lost in thought. Reality had reared its ugly head. You obviously couldn't go back to the programme. They had clearly wanted to get rid of you. But Caleb?

As if he could read your mind, he pulled you into a tight embrace. Your face rested against his chest as he stroked your hair. He sighed deeply before he spoke.

“I’m not going to leave you, Y/N. I'll follow you to the end of every planet to keep you by my side. If I have to fucking kill them one by one, I’ll do it.” You hugged him harder, trying to fight back your tears. The way his voice wavered told you he was close to doing the same. 

“You're mine, okay? And until my heart stops…it will always be yours.” 

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Psst. If you liked this, please tell me. If there’s anything my MC and I have in common, it’s praise 🥲

-Elle 🫡

[hotchs-big-hands]

Oh my goodness you are too sweet I absolutely adore you THANK YOU.

I also saw this post and it made me think of Aaron because HE WOULD.

https://www.tumblr.com/kneelbeforezod/728262364136439808/edges-you-til-you-say-something-nice-about

Especially if he knew you struggled with body image issues. Just casually throughout the day he’d be reassuring you with tiny kisses against the side of your head or a hand on your hip. And praise. So much praise. Making sure you knew just how beautiful he thought you were!!

And those days he could tell words weren’t doing *quite enough* to prove it, he’d have you literally shaking, showing you just how much he loves you and your curves.

Just UGH.

-🥺

AWHHHH 🥺ANON I ADORE YOU TOO 💖💖💖💖💖 YOURE SO SWEET

I love that post SM!!! It screams Aaron as FUCK cuz he wants to make sure his sweet babe feels GOOD abt herself 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖 he's always happy to tell you all the things he loves and adores abt your body; your yummy, soft neck for kissing and nuzzling into, your pretty breasts and stomach that makes his head feel fuzzy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 your beautiful thighs and butt that he loves to grab and squeeze and hold onto... you're just so fucking gorgeous and he can't get enough of you 🥰🥰🥰

But when those days come where you've tried all you could to feel good about yourself but no matter what it just doesn't work, he'll change tactics. He is still s o loving and caring as he showers your body in kisses and words of affirmation, but when you're writhing beneath him desperate to cum he stops. Head swimming from the cut off orgasm you whine, moaning his name in question. And he hums, stroking your trembling thighs.

"Sweetheart... I'm not gonna let you cum because only good girls get to cum. And you're not being a good girl to yourself." He murmurs into your ear, nibbling the tip of it. Your eyes water and you begin to close your legs in hopes of rubbing them together to relieve the sensation. But he doesn't let you, pushing your legs apart again and lightly slapping your poor clit.

"No, naughty girl. You're going to take what I give you until you learn to be a good girl to yourself."

You find yourself eventually bound to the bed, legs spread with nowhere to move or help yourself and Aaron kneels in front of you, hands rubbing the tender flesh of your inner thighs. You whimper.

"P-please... please let me cum, sir!" You babble, only to earn a light slap on your thigh.

"No, not until you say nice things about yourself." Aaron retorts firmly, beginning to slide his fingers up and down your drenched slit. He slides two fingers inside you; his middle and ring finger, and begins to crook them up into your g-spot. You gasp out, squirming in the bindings around your wrists and ankles.

"S-sir- Aaron!" You squeak as he begins to finger fuck you hard, slick sounds echoing through the room. You're close again, only for him to rip his fingers away before you can cum. It makes you cry.

He smooths his hands down your plush stomach, squeezing and grabbing at the flesh.

"Come on, do it. Say something nice about yourself. About your body." He coos, slipping his fingers back down to your pussy to thrust them into you again. Your head feels sluggish, but you try, try so fucking hard to say something, anything.

"I-I'm I have nice thighs!" You blurt out, earning a hum of approval.

"Mhm, daddy loves these fucking thighs. Loves humping them, biting and kissing them, laying my head on them. You're doing so well for me."

You cry out when his fingers leave your pussy again, slapping your clit before plunging back in. He wanted more. Needed you to say more good things about yourself. It was going to be a long session for you....

[pupyuj]

Ena . NO WAY THAT WAS SO GOOD I literally gasped so loud at the part when wony said she heard [ … ] after trying to give back the matching bracelet. this dynamic was set up so perfectly and you just wrote it in the best way possible!! No bc i knew when I saw “pupyuj new post” i didn’t even have to read it to like & reblog bc i was so sure IT WAS GONNA BE SO AMAZING AND GUESS WHAT?? IT WAS OUT OF THIS WORLD DUDE 😣💖💖💖😺😸 u always write wony so well

you really think i write wony well anon? 🥺🥺 thank you!! i rlly do try my best not to stray too much from the girls 'core traits' bcs i want some sense of realism in the fics like a "oh yeah that sounds like what wony would do/say" moment, yk? 😆 AND YESSS THE REVEALLL it's was my favorite part of the fic to write ngl 🤭 at first i was stumped as to how to give wony a reason to even bring up the idea of sex with yn until the idea of making them have matching bracelets came up 😭 and thank god it did bcs i dont think the reveal wouldn't have been as interesting!!

BUT THANKS AGAIN ANON YOU MADE MY NIGHT 🥺💕💕

[chancloud8]

CELINE MY DEAREST POOKIE HOLY!!! SHIT!!! i literally gasped when i saw the teach me notif!! that was so good!!! big smooches and hugs for you!! 💖

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Hii darling!!

Hehe yeah it was long overdue to finally get a chapter out again for Teach Me 🤭

I'm so glad you enjoyed it!! 💕

Thank you so much cutie, your love and support means the world to me! BIG SMOOCH <3

[midnightfire830]

FINALLY!!

I drew Bendy The Princess 🥰🥰❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤❤❤

I enjoyed this one sm!! Especially with the hand and the wings!!! I think my art keeps improving and it makes me kinda happy 🫶🥹💗💗💗💗💖💗💖

I hope you like it!! ^^

I literally GASPED when i saw this oh he looks so precious!!!

The glitter looks so crumchy

😋

Thanks so much for the art melody! I’ll add this to the stash!!

Thanks for the art!