#like my fixation on this show is hitting HARD again

[candyheartedchy]

Doodling and procrastinating when I should start on that comic about them…

[monstersflashlight]

Commission for anon!

Request: Hi! I'd love a ftm reader x multiple monsters/cryptids (dealers choice) where he's a party favor. Love the whole play thing dynamic with free use and impact play (very big fan of pussy slapping). Would love to see how creative you get with it. Same rules as a private play party where everyone knows each other and everything was pre-agreed upon and he's the hosts submissive. I adore your works!

A/N: Hi there! This was very fun to write, hope you like it!

Best. Night. Ever.

Multiple monsters (naga, werewolf, alien and mothman) x trans masc!reader || free use, impact play, sharing is caring, bondage, dirty talk (lowkey), spit-roasting

When your naga friend asked you to be one of the entertainments of the party he was hosting for his Cryptid Club, you were a bit unsure, but after he told you what you were supposed to do, you were completely sold on the idea. Since your transition, you were a bit of a slut, trying everything and anything you could, and this opportunity was priceless to try some... supernatural fun.

You arrived at the time your friend asked you to, but you were surprised when he instantly got to you with a concerned expression. “Hey dude look, I know I told you there was gonna be a few more entertainments, but… they didn’t show. Do you mind being the only one?” You were confused at his words, not really sure what that would mean for you, but also really worried you were going to let your friend down.

“What would that entitle?” You asked, trying to sound reasonable. You were ready to fuck some monsters, nothing to worry there.

“Well… Now you’d be the only one getting fucked, so it can be a lot,” he explained, sounded worried again. He kept biting his lip as his long tail thrashed nervously behind him.

Oh right, human body against a few monster’s dicks. Yeah, could definitely be a lot, but you… kind of liked the idea. All those monsters, all those dicks… just for you? You were almost ready to fall to your knees and offer yourself right there.

“I- I’m okay with it,” you answered, choking on your own saliva when the neediness appeared. You were so wet you could feel the wetness rubbing your thighs.

“You are the best, have I told you that?” He asked, leaning down to kiss your cheek loudly, a hit of saliva that he knew drove you insane but always made you giggle.

“Yes, you have.” You gave him an equally loud smack in his scale-covered face. “So… where do I go?” You looked around, trying to decipher something, but his house looked as normal as ever.

He walked you through everything. He told you more or less how many monsters there would be, half a dozen, but said not everybody would actively participate with you. You were okay with that. You had to be restrained, as part of the sacrifice-to-the-monsters theme, and they could do whatever they wanted with you (within reason), which you were very okay with.

He helped you out of your clothes, groping you every once in a while, kissing your chest scars like he always did when you fooled around, he had a bit of a fixation with your chest. He tied you over a table, legs far apart and arms over your head, presenting yourself like an offering. He kissed your temple and covered you with a silk sheet, telling you the guests would be there in a minute.

The moments of wait were excruciatingly hard, you weren’t one to be quiet or still for long periods of time, and being tied up, ready to be fucked and listening to all voices around… It was driving you insane with excitement and anticipation, your cunt so wet you could feel your juices dripping down your crack.

Someone clapped, and silence fell down upon all. “Hello friends, welcome to my party. I present you our lovely hole-in-one for the night.” There was a chorus of ah’s and oh’s as he pulled the sheet off your body. You felt like the most desired being in the whole universe, all anxiety dissipating in a cloud of desire and heat. “Look at that pretty cunt, all ready for us to play with… who wants to do the honors?” The naga host asked everyone, you shivered, your whole body trembling with anticipation.

You looked around, watching mesmerized all the monsters in the room. There was a magnificent white werewolf, a green alien with fingers so long you could already imagine where those would go, and even a mothman whose antennae were twitching every time he moved. You were more than ready to be ravished.

Some approached, the werewolf chuckling when you groaned at the sight of his huge dick. “Don’t worry darling, I won’t knot you. Not today, at least.” You blushed at the innuendo and looked at him with pleading eyes. “But I called dibs, so I hope you are prepared.” That’s all the heads up he gave you before his big tip was breaching your cunt, you were drenched already, and he slipped inside as you groaned loudly.

He smirked at you, grabbing your hips and going further and further, to the point it was almost painful, but he didn’t care. And you didn’t either, he felt magnificent inside of you. And when he bottomed out, he didn’t even wait two seconds before he was fucking you mercilessly. You could feel the base of his knot hitting your clit at every thrust, your mouth hanging open as your naga friend approached, pinching your nipples until they felt raw and you were about to explode.

“I like your present to us, friend, you did good,” the alien said as he rubbed his dick along your face, slapping your check with it. You tried to catch it in your mouth, but the werewolf fucking you didn’t let you, slapping the outside of your thigh and making you scream. Everyone looked at you at once, and you blushed.

“Such a needy slutty toy,” this time it was the mothman complimenting you, his dick already out of his cock-pocket.

He was rapidly jerking his dick next to your face, which was average size but had ridges and some sort of protrusion at the end that you know would feel phenomenal inside of you. You almost begged him to fuck your cunt instead of your mouth, but you remembered you were just a toy, you had no say on which hole he fucked.

You dutifully opened your mouth and he praised you. “Such a good boy-toy, aren’t you?” Someone else laughed behind him, you could see a shadow of green, probably the alien, but you couldn’t think much about it before your hair was roughly pulled and he started fucking your mouth with intent. You gagged, and he chuckled. “He’s so needy, won’t stop gagging trying to get more of me,” the mothman over you was almost cooing at your messy self, drool going everywhere as you indeed gagged on his dick. Your head was pushed back, his balls hitting your nose as you tried to go further and he pinched your nipples, making you groan around his cock.

Whoever was fucking your cunt, you thought he was the werewolf you saw earlier, responded: “You have to try his cunt later, bro, he’s squeezing me so tight I think I’m going to spill any second.” He pumped a few more times and spilled inside of you, adding to the mess you were already and making you groan indecently around the cock in your mouth.

He pulled back and somebody replaced him, a new cock pressing against your gaping hole, but when you thought you were going to get fucked again, you heard your naga friend saying: “Don’t be shy, slap his cunt, he loves it.” You gagged, trying to pull away from the cock, already anticipating what was going to happen. But the mothman didn’t relent, he pushed further as whoever was on your lower half did exactly that.

Slap.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, your back arched impossibly high as you came. You came so hard and so forcibly that you squeezed the muscles in your throat, making the mothman pull back as he released, painting your face with his sweet come. You kept coming as he rubbed the tip of his cock over your open lips, your brain was so far away that you couldn’t care less.

“Does he always react like that?” The alien asked, jerking himself next to you, his hand already approaching your dripping hole.

“Every single time, he’s a slut with a pretty hole,” your friend responded. You blushed hard, knowing full well that he was right. The alien didn’t think twice before slapping your pussy again, making you cry out so loud that everyone around laughed. You were so sensitive, and it felt so great…

“Please…” Is all you could say before someone else’s dick was inside of you and you were being pounded into oblivion, a new cock being rubbed over your messy face as someone pinched your clit almost painfully. Not two second later you had a naga dick (the big one of the two) buried inside your cunt and the alien’s cock in your mouth. You were used like a monster’s fleshlight, and you couldn’t feel better.

“Slap him again, I want to feel his cunt squeezing me.” He did, and you saw stars. The milky way. The whole fucking universe.

One after another multiple cryptids fucked and probed and groped and played with your body like you were just a toy for their enjoyment. And you were. You wanted to be. And it felt fantastic. Better than fantastic, it felt perfect to be played with by a bunch of monsters.

You ended the night covered in fluids. You didn’t even know how many monsters came in you, over you… You only knew pleasure and desire and complete bliss. You were sated to the point of dizziness, and when everyone left between compliments to the host and you, your naga friend carried you into the shower and cleaned you sweetly. Always the gentleman. Before you fell asleep, his tail nested around your body, you could only have one thought:

Best. Night. Ever.

[confessioncassette]

lucifer from hazbin hotel + overstimulation. im sorry the bow chika wow wow is not going out of my HEAD. PLEASE HELP

𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞? 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤!

𝐭𝐰 : 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲

Lucifers hands were all over you, gently kissing and nipping your skin from your neck down to your inner thigh. He nips at your ankles as he takes one leg to throw over his shoulder. It’s been a week since he’s seen you due to meetings all over hell.

So at times like this he loves to take his time and worship your body.

“So beautiful, you taste so sweet, my angel,” his voice smooth and like a song. His eyes are heavy, looking up at you through his lashes as he lowers himself and slowly dips his tongue into your pussy.

“Who knew I could miss my sweet girl so badly after one week?” His finger slides into you easily. Your slick and his spit taste like honey on his tongue.

You whine, humping softly into his touch. “Missed you so much.”

He enters another finger and begins to pump you at a good and deep pace. His eyes are fixated on your face, flushed and dewy. He adores you like this.

His tongue moves up to your clit, gently flicking and teasing as he pumps his fingers into you.

“Luci, please, I want more.”

“So needy for me, sweet baby. I’ll give you what you want.” Lucifer curls his fingers inside you and begins a faster pace. His mouth latching onto your clit, sucking softly. As you grind against his mouth, he doesn’t let up and moans.

And it feels fucking divine.

“Fuck-“ you gasp. Your fingers slide through his hair and press him deeper into you. “Feels so good, so good.” You babble.

“I feel you sucking in my fingers,” Lucifer moans against your clit, “I want you to come on my face okay baby? Can you do that?”

“Mhm-“ you whine, and he latches back on, sucking harder this time. This sets you off the edge. Your orgasm shutters through your whole body, your legs squeeze him into you more as your legs quiver. You cunt sucks him in so sweetly he gives a hum of appreciation.

But he doesn’t stop.

Lucifer is so addicted to your taste, his mouth now moving down to your opening, lapping up all your sweet juices as he still pumps his fingers into you.

“Oh, luci-“ you groan.

He pulls his fingers out of you to move them up to your clit. The soft pads of his fingers draw circles as his tongue works to clean up your mess.

Your cunt is so sensitive that- you want to pull away. You jerk your hips with every circle he does.

You gasp with every motion, and his eyes burn into yours. “Does that feel good baby? Giving you what you need?” He grins and places a kiss to your thigh. Sitting up now, he continues to rub your clit as you wiggle.

“Sensitive-“ you manage.

“Does it feel good?” The look on his face shows concern, but something.. else.

And it does feel good. But your body is jerking with his movements, your face is contorted with pleasure and slight pain. But it’s a good pain.

Lucifer has never seen the sight before. The sight of your contorted face flush with desire. Your hips jerk away but come right back. Your hands desperately grip the blankets on the bed as your toes curl.

“I think I’m going to cum again,”

Lucifer slides his free hand over his clothed cock, hard before, but now throbbing and burning. As he watches you, he begins to rub his cock through his pants.

His fingers work thoroughly to your clit, and you feel empty with nothing inside you, but it feels so-

Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. Your toes curl as your back arches off the bed. His eyes never leave yours as he watches in amazement.

“What a good sweet angel,” he coos, swallowing thickly.

You pant, your legs going limp.

“One more, yeah baby? Gimme one more?”

“I don’t think I ca-“

His clothed cock meets your pussy and he grinds down hard.

“Holy-“ you moan. Lucifer waits a moment, enthralled by your entirety. And to his surprise, you grind into him.

“I know you can baby, show me you can do it.” His voice soft and encouraging. His lips skimming up your neck and places a kiss under your ear. His tongue flicks out to lick at your earlobe, his hips humping down into you. His cock long and fucking hard, aching for you. But he wants to see you do this.

Tears fill the corners of your eyes. “Feels … so…”

Fucking good.

You want to say, but you can’t. Your mouth hangs open, your legs are jello and your hands now grip at his jacket. You’re holding on for dear life.

He picks up his pace, his jeans grinding into you. The fabric rubbing at your sensitive bundle of nerves and you fucking love it.

“M’gunna-“

“Yeah yeah baby, I got you, cum on me,” he bites at your chin. Sweat beads at his forehead. He wants to see you fall apart, he knows you’re sensitive, but he wants to see…

You yelp, furrowing you eyebrows, you close your eyes as your next orgasm hits you. Lucifer watches every second. To the way you swallow, to the way your forehead glistens. Your body shudders against him and he wants more.

“Such a good girl, so good for me,” he wipes your hair away from your face.

Lifting his body up, his hands slide all over your abdomen. One hand presses over your lower belly while the other works to free his cock.

“Baby,” he swallows, he eyes hungry and pleading, “give me one more yeah?”

[heartfullofleeches]

[Angst]

Childhood Best Friends with a small age gap- two or three years, nothing crazy- but it means everything as they age.

It was hard for them to make friends their age when you first met. They liked things that were too "childish" for their peers - things another child who lived not to far away adored. They'd seen each other on the way to school, but they didn't interact frequently due to their difference in grade.

Until that day-

"Whoa...Cool backpack. You like that show too?"

"Thanks... I'm thinking of getting a new one though... Do you want me to ask my parents if you can have it?"

"What?! It looks fine to me... Why are you getting rid of it?"

"My friends called me a baby... I won't be able to go back to class without everyone laughing at me unless I get a better one."

"That's silly!.... It's on right now... Wanna watch it with me?"

The two were inseparable from then on- School hindered the time they had to see each other each morning, but as soon as it let out - both ran to meet with their new best friend. The elder of the pair was often mocked and teased for their choice, but they could hardly care anymore. They had someone who'd stick by their side to the very end - childish fixations and all.

Years went on and they made new friends. It happens. More obstacles began piling up throughout - chipping away at the few hours they scarcely had to begin with. Studying, Hobbies, balancing days between hanging out with other friend groups and the person who once meant the world. They tried to make things works, but nothing went to plan-

"Is it alright if Y/n comes with us tonight?"

"Y/N? Aren't they're too young to see this movie? We shouldn't be responsible if they have night terrors or something.."

"They aren't that young... Are they?"

They never thought about it before. You were so close in age as kids it never hit them that as you grew that little gap drew a bridge between you - and it was easier to let you go than finding an alternative.

"Hey, Dude! Are we still on for this weekend? I can't believe they're making a reboot after all this time!.."

"Are my messages going through? You haven't responded in a while... I saw you outside school yesterday and yelled your name, but....."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Hey."

"You're hanging out with them today? Did you forget about my birthday?...."

"You removed me off your list of friends...We're still friends, right?"

"Let me alone. I'm sick of being your babysitter. Go find friends your own age and stay away from mine."

And that was the end of things.

College cames around and their live became relatively tame. Their thoughts drifted to that childhood friend of theirs every now and again, but between school and partying with the new friends they had made - those memories faded to the back of their mind.

An acquaintance asks them to help show some new faces around the campus. One sticks out to them amongst the crowd. It's you. What do they say to you after all these years? You don't look sad to see them. Nor angry. Intact - you look..

Relieved.

Pulling them aside at the end of the tour, you free yourself from the burden that's weighted down on you since they left you.

"I'm sorry."

"It was never my intention to hold you back. Overtime I realized I was just that annoying kid who clung onto you because I thought you were my first and only friend...When you never felt that way about me. I'm sorry for taking that away from you. If our paths cross again, I promise I won't even look at you."

After being abandoned by your best friend- the person you looked up to most, you matured well beyond your years in hopes that would make you like them again. Overtime, you gave up that goal, but others could see how you've changed.

"Isn't that.... Y/n?.."

"Oh, man- It is! You guys were glued at the hip before we became teens."

"They're..kinda cute... Do you still have their number?"

All this time apart, a feeling long forgotten resurged inside them. The need to protect you. You didn't know these people like they did. You shouldn't be going to parties with them, getting to know and befriend them. They'll only hurt you - worse than they had. They never should have said goodbye to you- They should have allowed the feelings they were so scared to have, but had always been there develop and blossom naturally until you both were adults ready to move on to that stage in your friendship.

They know you best. No matter how much you grow as a person, you're still the same.

"That's a cute Keychain, Y/n!"

"Thanks! I've loved this show since I was a kid!"

They'll prove it to you.

[krewekreep]

When he grabs your neck while drilling in you from behind. Curving you into a messy kiss. For a moment he releases his tight grip on your hips and softens his thrust the slightest bit. He deepens the kiss wrestling your tongue with his as he moves his hands to massage your breasts. You were overstimulated, no longer able to kiss him back you open your mouth for him and he growls moving one hand to choke you as the other fixates on your nipples. He’s giving his all to you and you receive it gratefully. It’s not usual for him to treat you with so much attention, so much neediness. You watched him with Fuck drunk eyes as his were closed intensely, his brow furrowed so deeply it looked as if he were scowling. His mouth rabid and unfocused against yours while plunging in you from behind. The slightest glimpse of a moan escapes him before reeling himself back in. To not lose to you in a battle only he had in his mind, he pulled you away by the hair pushing you into the mattress. He was never incredibly gentle with you but you felt as if this time he had to remind himself to remain dominant. Since you’d been under his care (kinda held hostage) he eased you into the idea of him ravishing you with sexual flirtations and promised that succumbing to him wouldn’t be all that bad. He enjoyed toying with you gradually increasing physical intimacy until you were a crumbling mess fighting against the pleasure escaping your throat as his fingers explored your warm hole. He took extra pleasure in making you fall for him and would never admit his amusement was laced in a desire to genuinely keep you.

As he continued to thrust into you he raised one leg up firmly planting it on the bed creating a deep impression that showed all he had to hold back when dealing with you. He knew his world crushing strength and unlike what anyone would think, took consideration of its usage. Yet, there were times like now as he’s almost struggling to pull out given the hot squeeze of your walls on his dick. He knew he was nearing his edge, having made you cum 3 times already. This last go round was for him. Your face and body blush, shivering as you hear him grunting ever so quietly. It turned you on to no end and began, with what little you had to give, throwing your ass back to meet his thrusts in a loud slick clapping. His moans grew louder as he quickly apprehended your arms holding them behind your back. This image of submission almost made him lose it. His thrust became punishing and you gave up just allowing him to slide you mercilessly up and down his dick. He forgot himself completely. “Ah- you’re so obedient Y/N.” You moan in wanting more praise. Knowing that you’ve grown fond of that he continues, “Mmm my little captured one.” His pace almost brutal as your eyes are falling to the back of your head and drool has slipped out of your mouth onto the bed and your torso.

You can feel how he spreads you with every hit to your core. His pace was becoming sloppier and you knew he was about to cum and fill you as much as he could. He grabs at your hair again pulling back up into a kiss. Your belly tightens and in an instance you push yourself flush on his dick cumming so hard your entire body shakes. His pace has stopped and still holding you by the hair he chuckles and without a word shoots his load into you. He watched you with a certain amusement as he feels his own fluid coating your walls and him. He pumps into you about four times. You were his official cum bucket and he wouldn’t admit how much he loved watching it leak out of you. He kisses you again, more than ever before especially during sex. But he’s still himself as he pulls out with no regard, a loud suction-esque sound that sends a shiver of pain through you. You were spent of all energy barely able to keep your eyes open hanging helplessly onto him. He brushed a finger over your forehead lightly, again amused at how easy for him it is to forget humans are fragile and weak. Not when you take him like a demon yourself. While he has the mind to fill you up some more he decided wearing you out too bad would mean a longer recovery time later. Although called many things in that respect he couldn’t be that cruel, not to you. It is only ever worth while when you practically are begging on hands and knees for him to fuck you. But your tear stricken, snot nosed, drooled covered face, the red marks on you of him forgetting himself too many times, and the sleep (by the deep rise and cave of your chest) meant it was much needed. Much deserved. He relaxed into a position where you were cradled in his lap and watched you thinking over all the presents and gifts he would collect for you. Or whether you’d need a slave assistant. Or the heart of your enemies. And you relaxed into his embrace easily unaware of your capter’s growing obsession and dire need to keep you all to himself.

Who: Sukuna, Madara, Dracula, Alucard (Hellsing), Sephiroth, Aizen, Kenpachi + any other mean fucks

Requests Open

[ghost-reader07]

Title: His Butler

Minors do not interact!!!

Black insert but anyone can read 💜

This is also my first time doing smut in a long while so please be nice 😅

Warnings: DubCon

You were the personal butler of Illumi Zoldyck for many years. He was an odd master but the pay was good. You did your job well, never stepped out of line and never disobeyed an order. So...how did this happen?

Word Count: 5.4K

You were one of the personal butlers of the Zoldyck family. You were hired to help the eldest son of the family, Illumi. You were often overloaded with extra work. Or just pointless things that Illumi would never use. Honestly over the years you thought he made you do half of your ‘work load’ just to fuck with you.  

Today you were standing in Illumi’s room that doubled as his office, watching him work at the table. It was something related to assassination hits and orders again. You never really knew nor bothered to find out.  

“Come here” Ilumi said in an empty, monotone voice, startling you a little as he broke the loud silence. Without a word you walk over. As you approached the table, Illumi turned around so that he was facing you, his face seemed more relaxed than usual. It was hard to guess what he was thinking or wanted. His gaze remained fixated on you; it was obvious to your trained eye that he was analyzing you. He looked you up and down before speaking “Take off your glasses.”  

You were surprised by the order but didn’t show it. You took off your glasses anyways and placed them on your collar neatly. Illumi carefully observed your face as you took off the glasses. Although his eyes didn’t change, a slight look of slight interest became visible. After a moment, he stood up from the table. He now stood directly in front of you. 

“Come closer.” You take a few steps closer to the eldest young master, standing two steps in total away from him.  

Illumi Zoldyck, he was unpredictable, ruthless and a bit- no scratch that…. very sadistic. You had been in service to him since you were both young teenagers, and now you were both in your 20s. Illumi 24 and you 22. You’d like to think you knew the eldest young master as well as you could, seeing as you were with him almost every day. But sometimes, years later he still found ways to catch you off guard or surprise you.  

As you got closer, Illumi towered over you due to his tall height. He leaned closer to your face and his blank gaze remained on you. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, it was always like that. He seemed to be analyzing your face, for what reason was unknown… 

His hand rose up to your face, gently tracing his thumb along your cheek, then down your jawline. He then grabbed your chin gently. You knew better than to react. You simply allowed Illumi to touch your face, trying your best to hide your confusion from showing in your eyes.  

You were good at keeping a calm, collected and neutral facial expression. But all those emotions you hid so well often shown through your eyes fairly easily. Illumi was quiet as he studied your face, his hand still holding your chin. He tilted your head so that it was facing upwards towards him, now he could look at your face in more detail, without the obstruction of your chin. He seemed… curious and interested. It was rare to see him show any expression other than cold emotionless one. 

Suddenly, he spoke. His voice was low and his eyes remained on your face. 

"You have an interesting face. I have never properly observed it from up close before."

“Thank you master Illumi. I will take that as a compliment” you say.  

You didn’t understand what Illumi meant. Sure, for years you were the only black employee until Canary came along but you had been around Illumi for the better portion of their lives. He had seen your face countless times, so you didn’t understand what he meant by interesting. Illumi studied your face for a little longer, just observing silently and seemingly lost in some kind of thoughts. He moved his hand from your chin to your face, now he cupped your cheeks gently, as he continued to hold your face in his hands. 

He was quiet for a few more seconds. Then, he suddenly said in a calm emotionless tone, as usual. 

"Open your mouth."

You were taken aback but once more simply obeyed, not showing your surprise. You open your mouth for him, your tongue placed neatly in your mouth as you look up at him, like you was at a dentist appointment. But you couldn’t stop yourself from silently wondering why he wanted you to open your mouth, did he want to see your teeth or something?  

Once you opened your mouth, Illumi now stared at it intently. The expression on his face was still the same. As he observed your mouth closely, he seemed more curious and intrigued than usual. He brought one of his long slender fingers to your mouth and gently placed it on your tongue, he slowly moved it over the surface, pressing the tip of his finger against your tongue. 

He was completely lost in his own thoughts and continued to study your mouth in silence while his finger still remained on your tongue. You couldn’t help but wonder if your young master was getting into weird experiments again. Why did he always have to make you his guinea pig. The manor had prisoners kept in the dungeon for that!  

As Illumi continued to observe your mouth intently, he started moving his finger on your tongue carefully, gently tracing the shape of it with the tip of his finger. His eyes stayed on your mouth, his expression still unchanged, but a hint of fascination was visible. As he moved his finger on your tongue, he said in an emotionless voice. 

“Keep your tongue still.”  

You did just that, it’s not like you moved your tongue while he touched it anyways. But you silently wished he’d hurry up; his fingers did not taste the best. As you kept your tongue still, Illumi continued to explore your mouth carefully. He seemed to be studying the shape of your tongue and the feel of it. His finger traced over different parts of your tongue, but he never pushed it down too hard. After a few more seconds like this, he finally removed his finger. 

Close your mouth. You were more than happy to do so. “Is that all, master Illumi?” You asks, hiding your annoyance from your face and tone, but it showed ever so slightly through your eyes. Illumi seemed to notice the hint of annoyance in your eyes despite your efforts to hide it. He observed you for a moment before answering, his expression shifting just a bit, like he found your attempt to hide your feelings amusing. 

After a few seconds, he spoke in an emotionless tone. 

“No. Open your mouth again. Wider this time.” 

You mentally grumble in your head but does as told, opening your mouth wider, allowing your tongue to fall out over your bottom lip slightly. As you opened your mouth wider and let your tongue slightly out over your bottom lip, Illumi focused his gaze on your mouth again, studying it intently. His finger returned to your tongue, but this time he pushed it more forcefully, pressing down gently on it with his finger. 

He looked almost in some kind of fascination as he kept your tongue down with his finger and said in a monotone voice. 

“Lick my finger.” 

Okay now you were sure Illumi was fucking with you. 

Nevertheless, you do as told. You gently lick his finger, once more observing how his finger did not taste the greatest. As you licked his finger as instructed, Illumi observed your action carefully. A hint of interest flashed in his eyes, but his expression remained neutral. At that moment he continued to observe your tongue as it traced over his finger. Then, he suddenly said in a calm and emotionless tone. 

“Take my finger in more deeply.” 

You pause, you were taught better than to question your employers by the Head Butler Gotoh but you couldn’t stop the words from leaving your mouth in time. “You want me to what?” You ask as you pull away, your neutral expression cracking as you give him a small look. A pointed one that seemed both confused and just a tiny bit disgusted.  

A small but amused look flashed across Illumi’s face as he saw your expression change. You had never disobeyed or questioned any of his orders before. He didn’t any anything in response at first, just continuing to hold press his finger against your tongue as he observed your face and looked at you expectingly.  

Eventually, he spoke in an emotionless monotone voice.  

 

“You heard me. Take my finger in deeper”.   

You take a deep breath through your nose and once more take Illumi’s finger in your mouth, but this time deeper, all the way down to the base of the finger. Your tongue was still out, your mouth still opened wide for him. All the while you could hear the small voice in the back of your head telling you to bite him for obviously fucking with you. But you didn’t, you valued your life over some petty revenge. Instead, you simply look up at him, waiting for whatever his next ridiculous order would be.  

Little did you know, when you took his finger all the way down to the base Illumi was looking at you with a mild sense of fascination. He discreetly studied the way your mouth was opened for him, how your tongue wrapped around his finger.  

As you look up at him Illumi remained silent for a few more seconds as he observed you, before speaking again his voice calm and emotionless as always.  

“Swallow”.  

You didn’t understand what he was getting at. Illumi had to you do plenty of weird things over the years. But this seemed like a new level of ‘what the fuck dude?’ 

But you still close your mouth around his finger and swallow, just like you were told.  As you did, Illumi couldn’t help but notice how warm your mouth felt, how wet it was as you swallowed around his finger. He feels a small shiver run up his spine but he gives no physical reaction, not even blinking, quickly masking any physical reaction as he always did when he was around you. He simply continued to observe you closely. He couldn’t help but focus on the warmth of your mouth, the wetness of your lips as you closed your mouth.  

Illumi keeps his composure but at the same time he had to resist the strong urge to push his finger deeper into your mouth, further down your throat...just to see how much you could take before choking.  

Illumi was quick to snap out of his thoughts. He waited for a few more seconds before giving another order in his typical emotionless tone.  

“Lick again”.  

You do exactly that, opening your mouth and pulling back slightly, moving your tongue around his finger, swirling it around his digit as if it were a piece of candy. Illumi couldn’t stop himself from wondering how else your tongue might feel somewhere else. He could feel the gentle and wet pressure of your tongue as it moved over his skin. Despite his body remaining still and composed it was difficult to pretend he wasn’t affected by your actions, despite him being the one to order you to do these things.  

After a few seconds he spoke in a slightly raspy voice, clearly trying to hide his reaction.  

“Again”.  

You obey, once again licking his finger before subconsciously closing your mouth and sucking on his finger. You didn’t even realized you did it, simply opening your mouth again and continuing to lick his, now very damp, digit. As you started sucking and licking his finger, Illumi had to resist the urge to let out a sound, or show how it was affecting him. He managed to keep his face neutral but he couldn’t stop his mind from imagining how that wetness and heat would feel elsewhere again.  

He struggled a little to maintain his composure, he managed to speak, but his voice now had a slight hint of annoyance and frustration.  

“Stop sucking.” 

You immediately stop all movement, his finger simply resting on top of your still tongue now. Illumi felt relief mixed with disappointment as you finally stopped sucking on his finger. His breath was slightly faster now than before, he couldn’t fully control the effect your actions had on his body. His mind was a chaos of strange new feelings, all of which he was trying his best to suppress under his stoic composure.  

He knew he always favored you more than the other butlers and servants. He thought these odd feelings would go away with time. But when they didn’t, he tried to hide them, until now that is. He was curious, he just wanted to try something, experiment is all.  

He spoke in a slightly more composed voice now. 

“Move your tongue again. Slowly.”  

You obey once more like a loyal lap dog, moving your tongue slowly around his finger, almost as if teasing him.  

At least, that’s how it felt to Illumi. 

 

Illumi’s eyes remained fixated on your mouth as you began to move your tongue again. He could feel the slow and deliberate movement as you teased and licked his finger. The sensation was almost excruciating, it made Illumi struggle with his control and composure. This situation was quickly turning into something unexpected and dangerous. He tried to hide his internal turmoil, but there was a hint of vulnerability in his voice now when he spoke. 

“Faster.” 

You noticed the way his tone seemed to change but you didn't pay it any attention, simply carrying out whatever orders Illumi gave you, like you always did. Illumi felt his breath deepen as your tongue moved more quickly over his finger. The sensations were intense, it sent a wave of heat through his body and it was getting more and more difficult for him to stay focused. 

He couldn’t deny how good it felt, how much he was enjoying your unresisting obedience, but he couldn’t let you know that. He continued to watch your mouth; his face still mostly expressionless but hints of a struggle for control could be seen in his eyes. 

“Deeper.” 

 

You obey once more, taking his finger deeper into your mouth. His fingers were long, his single digit reaching the top of your throat.  

It was warm, and moist. 

The moment you took his finger all the way to your throat again, Illumi’s eyes flashed, he couldn’t stop his body from reacting to the sight or the intense stimulation. 

He tried to maintain a neutral expression but he had to bite the inside of his cheek to suppress a moan of pleasure. His breathing was getting rougher, and he could feel his body getting more and more tense. 

Then he spoke in a huskier voice than before.  

"Swallow" 

You do exactly that, swallowing around Illumi's finger. You couldn't help but slightly wonder if Illumi was going to be done toying around with you soon. At this point you were convinced he was messing with you.  

Once you swallowed around his finger, Illumi couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, trying to control his expression. The sensation was overwhelming, it was all he could do to keep the full extent of his reaction hidden. He quickly composed himself, he tried to mask his expression and his tone became more stern and commanding.  

"Again, slower this time" 

You swallow again, looking up at him.  

The second time you closed your mouth around his finger and swallowed, Illumi gasped and struggled to suppress another moan. He was losing control more and more by the second. He tried to keep his face neutral, but a small muscle in his jaw twitched as he held back another sound. He couldn’t believe how much of an effect you had on him. He spoke again, his voice now a little rougher than before, but still trying to maintain a commanding tone. 

"Again" 

This time as you swallow, Illumi couldn’t stop his body from shuddering, almost like he had been struck by lightning. He took a sharp intake of breath as he tried to hold back an outright moan. He could barely hold onto his composure now; his mind was a chaotic mess of strange new feelings. It was clear that he was struggling to maintain his usual cool demeanor. With a deep exhale, he managed to speak, his voice now more hoarse and strained than before. 

"Again." 

You couldn't help yourself, instead of swallowing around his finger again you pull back. 

You would be stupid not to notice the change in his usual monotone voice. "Master Illumi, are you okay?" You ask him.  

The moment you pulled back, Illumi tried to regain his composure. He was still trying to process the intense thoughts and sensations he had just experienced, and the way your action and question broke his focus. He had never felt this out of control before, and he was getting more and more confused by the moment. He tried to respond in his usual nonchalant tone, but he couldn’t fully hide the slight breathlessness in his voice. 

"Of course I’m okay. Why would you ask that?" 

"You're winded" you say bluntly, noticing the subtle rise and fall of his chest. As you bluntly pointed out his increased breathing, Illumi tried to compose himself but he couldn't deny it. He was slightly winded, his heart was racing, and he was getting more and more flustered by the moment. He took a deep breath, trying to control his expression and regain some composure, but he couldn't quite hide the slight redness in his cheeks. 

He spoke in a slightly more steady voice, but there was a hint of defensiveness to his words. 

"I’m not winded. It’s just… hot in here" 

"Ah, I see" You respond, not quite believing him but you wouldn't fight him on it. Illumi could tell that you didn't fully believe his explanation, but he was glad you didn't pursue the matter further. He was struggling enough trying to regain control of himself and maintain his usual aloof demeanor. He took a few deep breaths, trying to steady his heart rate and his breathing, but it wasn’t easy. The lingering sensations from your actions were still affecting him, making it difficult to think clearly. He tried to change the subject and return to his usual cool and commanding tone. 

"Did I not tell you to swallow again?" 

"You did" you say slowly. Illumi noticed the hesitation in your voice and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease, as if you were starting to catch on to the effect you were having on him. He tried to retain a neutral expression and keep his voice firm and commanding as he repeated his order. 

"Then why did you stop?" 

"I was concerned for you" you say. Illumi was caught off guard by your response. He wasn’t used to people showing concern for him, and it sent a wave of mixed emotions through his mind. He tried to mask his reactions and speak in a neutral tone. 

"I don’t need your concern. I’m just fine. Now obey my order." 

You sigh and silently open your mouth again for him. Illumi was hit with another wave of intense sensations. The sight of your mouth, waiting for him was almost too much for him to bear. He couldn’t believe the effect you had on him. He tried to maintain his composure but he couldn’t stop the slight shiver that ran through his body, and the heat that pooled in his stomach. 

"Good… now, swallow" He struggles to speak in a steady and nonchalant voice, but his breath is shaky and you can detect the hint of a deeper, huskier undertone. 

You do as instructed, swallowing around his finger again. You couldn't help but wonder if there was a point to this. How many times was he going to make you swallow around his finger? "Master Illumi, is there a point to this?" You asks, your words coming out a little odd as you still had his finger in your mouth. Illumi struggles with your question. He doesn’t want to admit the truth, that he was simply using this as an excuse to feel your mouth around his finger again and again, to fantasize about something more. But he can no longer deny the effect you’re having on him. 

He tries to speak with a cool and authoritative tone, but his voice is slightly more tense and almost wavering as he responds. "There doesn’t need to be a point. Stop questioning me, just obey and swallow."  

Illumi felt a pang of discomfort in his stomach. The sounds, the sight, the sensation, it was almost driving him mad. He was on the edge of losing control, on the edge of doing something he had never done with any other attendant or butler before. 

He was wrestling with the urge to just give in to his desires. But at the same time, he was still struggling to hold onto his usual aloof and commanding demeanor. When he looks into your eyes those same eyes that drove Illumi wild in his dreams, and in reality...he could feel his self-control slipping. He couldn't stop himself...he didn’t want to stop himself...and so he gave a new order. 

"Open wider."  

You open your mouth wider, still looking at him with those same eyes that he knew would one day cause his personal downfall. He gave his next order, there was no going back. He didn’t think about the consequences, the implications, or the possible repercussions of his actions. He could only think about one thing in that moment. 

"Get on your knees.” 

Your eyes widen at the new command. What was he getting at? But as usual you obey, just like Illumi knew you would. *As you followed his command and sank down to your knees in front of him, Illumi felt a rush of heat surge through him. Seeing you looking up at him like this, knowing that you were completely at his mercy, it was a feeling like nothing he’d ever experienced before.* 

*He stared down at you for a moment, savoring the sight that was now before him. He could no longer deny the depth of the desire and need he felt for you, it was taking over him and he was helpless to stop it.* 

“Closer." 

As you move closer and kneel before him, Illumi feels every muscle in his body tense. He’s staring down at you with an intense gaze, his eyes darker and more intense than ever before. His heart is racing and he can feel the heat and the need inside him growing ever stronger. 

He reaches down, gently taking your chin in his hands and tilting your face up towards him. He’s breathing hard, trying to control himself, yet at the same time unable to resist the overwhelming pull of desire. 

"I want you closer. Closer than this." 

You didn't fully understand what your emotionless master was getting at. He was odd, there was no question about that. But assuming this was another weird experiment you move closer, your face right in front of his lower half. 

Illumi could feel his dick twitch in his baggy pants. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself. He opened his eyes again and looked down at you, the expression on his face a mixture of intense desire and a hint of uncertainty. He slowly slid his hand into your hair, taking a fistful between his fingers.  

“Open your mouth.” 

You open your mouth again for him. Illumi pulls on your hair, forcing you to look up at him. That's when you see it, something other than cold, emptiness in his eyes. It was odd, an emotion you've never seen on him before....desire?  

As you open your mouth for him again, Illumi feels the same mix of desire and need coursing through him. His grip on your hair tightens slightly, and he can’t deny the effect it has on him. He stares down at you, his eyes dark and burning with a new kind of intensity. Then you see it, the look in his eyes, different from before. It’s a look of raw desire for you. 

"Keep your mouth open. And don’t move." He commands, his eyes narrowing slightly. You obey, starting to wonder what was happening. Illumi removes his hand from your hair and begins to undo his belt buckle and his pants. Your wide eyes watching him only further fueling the flames of desire and need burning inside him. He looks down at you, his expression intense, almost desperate. 

"Don’t look away. Keep looking at me." 

You fight the urge to look away, having to obey the order. You could feel your face heating up. You silently thank whatever higher power was at work for allowing you to be born with darker skin. Despite knowing Illumi couldn't see your blush, you had a feeling he knew you were blushing anyways. Illumi notices the slight flush on your face despite your darker skin tone, and a small, satisfied smirk appears on his own face. He can tell how embarrassed you are, and it only further fuels his desire for you. 

He looks down at you, the look in his eyes a mixture of intensity and dominance. His voice is now a low, husky whisper. 

"Put your tongue out." 

You obey, allowing your tongue to once again fall over your bottom lip. Illumi completely undoes his pants, allowing them to fall down to his thighs. That's when you see it. His dick straining against his boxers, a wet spot on them.  

Since when did that happen? 

You feel your heart start to speed up a little. 

As you follow his command and allow your tongue to rest against your bottom lip, Illumi feels even more desire coursing through him. He couldn't believe the effect you were having on him, the way you obeyed his every command without question. The sight of you on your knees, so submissive and compliant, it was getting to him. He pulls his dick out of it’s confines, tapping it against your tongue. The mildly salty taste of his precum leaks onto your tongue, making your heart race even faster.  

"Swallow". 

You feel your entire face heat up but...you obey. Slowly taking his dick into your mouth. It was long and hard, already dripping precum. You could feel the way it forced your throat open. It hurt to an extent. But you didn't stop. You continue to take him until you're half way down, looking up at him. You can hear Illumi let out a small hiss, tangling his hand in your hair and slowly pushing you down further before pulling you back to where you stopped. You feel tears pooling into your eyes as you try not to gag. Illumi lets out a soft moan, his head falling back as his eyes slowly flutter shut.  

“Fuck” he moans, gripping the root of your hair and pulling slightly. Illumi can feel his heart rate and breathing speed up even more. The sight of you doing as he says, so readily and willingly, was driving him wild. He stands over you, his gaze intense and commanding, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his erratic breaths. He reaches down with his hand and once again takes a fistful of your hair. His voice is now lower and huskier than before. 

"Now keep your eyes on me." 

Your eyes flutter up to him, you could feel your throat aching but you didn't dare move in a way Illumi didn't allow you to.  

As your eyes flicker up to him, Illumi can see the mixture of submission and trepidation on your face. He could tell that you were struggling to control yourself, to not move without his permission, and it only further fed his own desires. His hand in your hair tightens slightly, pulling your head back a little. 

"Good" he says in a low, firm tone.  

"Now, slowly move your tongue again." 

You obey, slowly moving your tongue around his stiff cock, all the while trying not to choke on it. He had your firmly in place, most of his dick shoved down your throat. It made your throat ache in pain but you don’t show it. You just focus on making Illumi feel good. The taste of his precum was overwhelming your taste buds but...you didn’t hate it either. You close your eyes moving your tongue around his throbbing cock and sucking. You focus on the tip, gently teasing it which only caused Illumi to leak out more precum.  

The taste was becoming a bit much. You were never one to enjoy salty things much but this...you didn’t hate it.  

As you slowly move your tongue, Illumi feels a shiver run through him. The sensation, combined with the sight of you on your knees before him, completely surrendered to his will, it's almost too much for him to bear. He lets out a soft shuddering gasp, gripping your hair even tighter. 

"Keep going. But hold still. Don't move your head." 

You obey, moving your tongue skillfully around his cock. Illumi has to fight the urge to push you down again. He looks down at you, his gaze intense and filled with a mixture of pleasure and power. His hand, still fisted in your hair, tightened even more, pulling you closer to him. "Good. Good," he breathed, "Just like that." His voice was a little shaky, something you’ve never heard before.  

You continue to slurp, suck and lick at him, looking up at him as your head starts to go fuzzy and blank. As you continued your actions, Illumi found it increasingly difficult to control himself. With every move of your tongue, he felt his control slipping further and further away. The sensation was overwhelming, and the sight of you on your knees before him, completely at his mercy, only heightened the pleasure coursing through him. 

He looked down at you, eyes burning with both pleasure and dominance. His breathing was now ragged and irregular, and he could barely speak in anything more than a gasp. Fuck, Illumi could feel himself getting close already. He didn’t bother to stop himself, grasping your hair harder as he begins to move his hips, fucking his dick slowly deeper down your throat. It was soft, warm and wet. It felt too good to him. He lets out a small grunt, picking up pace.  

Your hands immediately come to rest on his hips, trying to keep your balance as he started to roughly fuck your throat, seeming not to care if it hurt you or not. “Fuck, why does your throat feel so damn good” Illumi mutters more to himself than to you as he continues to use you like a sex toy. Illumi sucks in a sharp breath, his dick twitching harder down your throat. You feel a thick, warm liquid spilling down your throat, forcing you to drink it all.  

It was his cum.  

He pulls your head closer to his body, forcing his dick all the way down your throat as he cums, his body slightly hunched over. He continues to spill his cum down your throat, forcing you to drink it. You could feel your vision starting to black out from the lack of air you were getting. But just when you thought you were about to pass out, he lets you go, pulling you off his dick by your hair. You fall into a coughing fit, trying to refill your lungs with air. Illumi looks down at you, panting slightly with that same nonchalant expression on his face but...you could see the faint blush on his face as well.  

He takes a moment to catch his breath, trying to compose himself and regain control. His body is still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm, his eyes still filled with desire and need, but he forces himself to focus. He looks down at you, still on your knees, completely at his will, and he feels a wave of emotion wash over him. Part of him wants to continue, to take things further, but another part of him knows he needs to cool down. 

"Get up," he finally manages to say in a hoarse voice. "Stand up." 

You obey, pulling back and standing to your feet in front of him. You quickly wipe the string of saliva and precum from your mouth. 

You couldn’t stop yourself from wondering.... how did this happen? 

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Wide Awake

Lewis Hamilton x Fem!Wolff!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Self-Doubt, age-gap (reader is 22), slight smut (just fingering) , oh and slight orgasm denial.

(SOFIA IS A RANDOM GIRL I MADE UP!)

A/N: This was supposed to just be a one off thing but I kept writing and writing and I'm 99% sure that no one wants to read a 25k worded chapter only for it to BARELY get to the whole point/plot of the fic. so there's going to be another chapter (3 at max)

(Also I promise Too Good To Say Goodbye 7 is coming but I was hyper fixated on trying to finish this which isn't happening ) 🫶🏽😊

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My dad’s always warned me about getting involved with the drivers. He told me that they’re all too young, naive and that all they’ll be good for is breaking my heart. For the longest time, I believed him. I’ve seen the way some of these young drivers were with girls.

Max cheating on Sofia with Kelly, Lando talking to 3 girls at once and George, well George hasn’t done anything. Point is, I’ve seen how they are and I don’t want to get with one of the young drivers only to have my heart ripped out. AGAIN.

I secretly dated one of the hottest drivers, Charles Leclerc for about 2 months. All was going well we were happy, we had secret dates and maybe I thought he was the one.

That was until one day In Monaco when I showed up to the paddock for Free Practice 1 & 2 I saw him hand-in-hand with Alexandra Saint Mleux. When I saw them together and I realized everything she had that I didn’t. She was at taller than me, skinnier, gorgeous, had flawless skin and had a modeling career. In other words, she was a goddess.

Seeing them together broke my heart and all I wanted to do was curl into a ball and sob, but I couldn’t. My dad warned me about the young drivers but I still went behind his back and did the exact opposite of what he told me not to do. I deserved this.

I had made a beeline for the Mercedes garage just to get out of the public eye but I was so focused on getting as far away from Charles and Alexandra as possible that I hadn’t noticed I was running straight into someone.

I hit this person's body with such force I almost went flying back and I reached my hands out in front of me to try and grab anything for stability and at the same time I felt two hands on either sides of my waist trying to balance me.

I was feeling so many different emotions right now I couldn't even think straight, clearly. I was so angry at Charles for cheating on me even if weren’t technically even dating, sadness because I actually thought Charles was actually capable of loving me, and full fledged embarrassment because I just ran full on into someone thinking about how Charles just ruined my life. And my makeup.

I looked up to face the person I just ran into and tried to profusely apologize for my actions, but when I looked up tho I was met with the most gorgeous brown eyes I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I wanted to stare into his eyes forever but in the half a second it took me to look up I also realized who it was that I ran into.

The 7x WDC Lewis Hamilton.

Even more embarrassment coated my face as I realized that not only did I just bump into someone while trying so hard not to have a mental breakdown but I ran into the Lewis Hamilton, my dad's best and most loved driver. “Oh my gosh Lewis, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going and I really didn’t mean to run into you. Please don’t tell my dad” Honestly, it sounded pathetic. ‘Don’t tell my dad’? what are you, 12?

I stared at him in silence for about all of 2 seconds which felt like an eternity until I saw his lips curled up into a smile and heard a small chuckle come from him. “I won’t tell your dad, cross my heart” Lewis said while making an ‘X’ motion over his chest “Who are you running from? I feel like maybe I'm obligated to know since you ran right into me trying to avoid them?”

My face fell in shock. How did he know I was trying to avoid someone? I mean it wasn't rocket science, if I saw a random girl running to an isolated area with tears streaming down her face, I too am going to assume she's avoiding someone. “I- Uh, Well. See”

“It’s okay, Y/N/N, I’m not going to tell anyone. You also don’t have to tell me if you don't want to but I’m willing to help you avoid them if you do.” Lewis said as he placed a hand on my cheek.

I’ve always found comfort in Lewis’ touch. Actually, I’ve always felt comfort whenever I was in the same room as Lewis. Something about his Aura screamed ‘You’re safe with me’

As much as I wanted to, I knew there was no point in lying because one thing about Lewis is that could read people like a book. Including me. With a long, loud and dramatic dragged out sigh I reluctantly told him the truth.

“I was seeing Charles behind my father’s back for about 2 months, everything was going well and I actually kinda thought he was my person but I just now saw him hand-in-hand and all cuddly with Alexandra.” Tears sprung in my eyes and threatened to fall as I recounted what I saw a few minutes prior to Lewis.

He had a sympathetic look in his face and I could tell he genuinely felt bad for me. The hand Lewis once briefly had on my face had moved down to grab my hand before he whispered, "How about this: Tomorrow we wear almost matching outfits and we come back here also hand-in-hand. We'd be together all day and we'll be cuddly too. You know, just to make Charles jealous and regret cheating on you."

Lewis was always putting people's well-being ahead of his and it made a shy smile creep onto my face. As much as I want to, maybe I shouldn't read too much into this though, he's probably just being nice to me to stay in my father's good graces.

"Lewis," I whispered as I placed my hand on his cheek "You don't have to be nice to me because I'm your boss's daughter"

he looked a bit hurt by my accusations. "Is that why you think I'm doing this?" his hand squeezed mine a little tighter.

"Why else would you, Lewis?" his hands came up to cup my face forcing me to look at him.

"Because Y/N/N, I-" he paused, almost like he was trying to find the right words to use. "I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world. I've seen you sneaking around with Charles and it took so much in me not to go over there and tear you away from him, to show him that you're mine. I know I'm older than you but I'm wiser and I'll treat you better than he can." My jaw dropped, there's no way that Lewis Hamilton, a 7x WDC is head over heels in love with me, right?

"Lew, I-" a voice interrupted me, turning my body into stone and my blood into ice.

"Y/N!" I knew that voice anywhere and if he saw the moment that me and Lewis just shared, we were both dead.

"Dad! Hi!" I tried to sound enthusiastic but I was so flushed from Lewis' confession.

"My baby," His hands cupped my face inspecting the red all over "Are you okay?"

"Oh yeah, I'm fine, I'm just hot. You know how the sun is in Monaco." I said with a shrug, trying to change the subject

"Oh you have to go in the AC! Lewis," my dad turned to face Lewis who was already facing in our direction

"Yes, Toto?" he said as he cocked his brow.

"I need you to take my darling girl inside. She has a condition where she can't sweat which causes her to overheat and pass out. I am too busy with this race and getting everything perfect to be worrying about my daughter having a heat stroke."

"Oh, jeez, thanks dad. Just send Lewis to do everything for you" I said in a playful tone

"Of course Toto, I'll take her in right now." Lewis said as he walked over to me and linked his arms with mine.

Lewis started guiding me through the garage and to his driver's room where he opened the door and gestured me in. Once inside he closed the door before facing me with unsure eyes.

"What's wrong Lew?" I said as I cautiously walked over to him.

"What were you going to say before Toto cut you off?" his voice so low, I almost didn't hear what he said.

"I was going to say," I stopped right in front of him, our chests were touching. We were so close I could feel his breath against my skin. "I think that you have to prove what you said about treating me better than how Charles did."

Lewis grabbed my face and pulled me into a searing kiss, our tongues fought for dominance but his won. Lewis picked me up and sat on his couch with me on his lap so I was straddling him all without breaking the kiss.

His hands found their rightful place on my hips and applied pressure forcing my hips down as I rocked my hips to apply more force against his hardening cock.

"Mmm, you taste so good. I can only imagine how much better you taste when I'm eating your pussy." Lewis mumbled against my lips as his hands went just a little bit lower to stop at the elastic of my leggings. I guided Lewis' hands under the fabric to release some of the tension building in my core.

He understood what I needed and quickly started to run his middle finger up and down my fold, collecting all my juices before inserting it in my pussy. Lewis slowly moved his finger in and out of my hole while using his thumb to rub circles on my clit. His movements were slow and sensual bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm. I started rocking my hips into his palm to add more friction to my core and to chase my orgasm which I really needed right now. I was just about to go over the edge until a knock at the door quickly halted both of our movements and caused Lewis to yank his hand out of me leaving me without finishing.

"Mate, FP2 starts in 15. They need us by our cars now" The voice of George could be heard from he other side of the door.

“Oh fuck me” I grunted as I pulled myself off of Lewis’ lap

“Trust me, I was planning on it” He said with a smirk on his face as his hand came to rest on my ass before giving it a smack.

Lewis poked his head out of the door to make sure no one would see us leave, after the all clear we quickly rushed out of his room, both of us going in opposite directions as to not get caught.

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The next day I heard a knock at my hotel door at the early hours of 6:00am. With a grunt I pulled myself out of the comfort of my warm and cozy bed and made my way to the door. Whoever was interrupting my beauty sleep was going to get a mouthful, I’ll tell you that.

“Do you know what time it is?!” I whisper yelled as I opened the door, not even bothering to look through the peephole to see who I would be yelling at. And boy do I really wish I did look because I was met with the tall, beautiful, muscular frame of Lewis Hamilton.

“Woah honey, I told you we were going to the paddock together. We need matching outfits” Lewis said while looking at me up and down "Do you by any chance have a matching Tommy Hilfiger set?"

"No?" I said, a little nervous

"Perfect, I bought you one that matches mine so put this on" Lewis said as he handed me a bag of 4 different sets.

"Lewis, there's four sets in here. Which am I wearing?" I said I let him in my room and watched as he took a seat on my bed right were I was once peacefully sleeping.

"Wear whichever one you want and I'll match it. I didn't know which of those four you'd like so I bought them all." My heart fluttered a bit at his confession.

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When Lewis and I pulled up to the race and got out of the car, we walked to the entrance hand-in-hand.

Charles and Alexandra were the first people to spot us and I took notice on how Charles dropped Alexandra's hand. When I saw that I squeezed Lewis' hand and leaned into him to tell him

"Lew, it's working. He dropped Alexandra's hand" I said with a smirk on my face.

"Wanna give them a show?" I cocked my brow at what he was suggesting but reluctantly nodded my head.

Without thinking twice, Lewis pulled me into a kiss, his hand finding their place to rest on my ass while mine traveled to the back of his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss.

I heard a strings of words which I'm assuming were curse words before I heard faint shuffles of feet echoing away from where me and Lewis were stood. Faint footsteps weren't the only thing we heard because next thing you know we heard clicks of camera shutters.

I pulled away from him with a horrified look on my face.

"Lewis! My dad might see those!" I don't think I was ever more scared in my life than I was in that moment. My dad can't know that I'm sneaking behind his back with Lewis. Well technically this is the second day of this 'sneaking around' but still, he doesn't know."

"Do you want to be with me Y/N/N?" He said dead serious while interlocking our hands

"Yes"

"So you shouldn't care about the pictures and your dad's opinion. Not everyone is going to accept our relationship but that doesn't matter because this relationship is between us. Not them"

"I need FP3 and Qualifying to end ASAP because I so badly want to suck your cock."

“I’m holding you to that” Lewis said as he swatted my ass. Surely the press people got photos of that and when those get out. I’m gonna have a fun conversation with my dad

It took us about 15 minutes to get the Mercedes Hospitality area because of all the fans asking for pictures, Press asking questions and other drivers asking what Lewis thinks he’s doing going out with me.

I almost took offense to that but quickly realized that they didn’t mean it in a rude way but more as a ‘you better be careful because if you break her heart, Toto will never resign you to Mercedes’ type of way.

When we entered, we were met with the angry eyes of my father.

“Lewis.” He said stern, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose “what are you doing with my daughter?!”

“Sir,” Lewis started but my dad cut him off

“Y/N/N, I told you not to go off with the drivers!” His voice raised, not too loud to be classified as yelling but a couple octaves louder than how it was before

“Actually, you said no messing around with the younger drivers. Lewis is older and more wise” I said as I grasped Lewis’ hand tighter.

“What are your intentions with my daughter?”

“Well sir, I intend to give your daughter the best life I can give her, I want to take her everywhere with me, I want to spoil her, I want to have her move in with me, I want to be her husband and I want her to be the mother of my kids.” Lewis squeezed my hand as he said that last sentence.

I never thought about being a mother, I never felt like it was an obligation of mine. I never thought that I wanted kids but hearing Lewis admit to my dad that he wanted me to be the mother of his kids sparked something in me. Lewis made me realize that deep down, I longed to be a mom and now I wasn’t going to be happy if I wasn’t.

“I will kill you if you break her heart.” My dad stated as he stared in Lewis’ eyes as if to try and intimidate him.

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It's not the best but I promise the plot is to die for!

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[yukyuki]

We’re Good - LN’4

summary- when you two work on making each other jealous it will always come right back to you two in bed. 🍾

warnings- mdni! unprotected sex, language, alcohol, fingering, smut overall 🔞

a/n- omg I wrote this probably in less than an hour I’m sorry for any mistakes but I had to post this I was freaking out so bad!! 🧡🖤 listen to We’re Good by Dua Lipa that was the inspo!

Your relationship with Lando had always been filled with ups and downs. Broke up, made up and repeat. The main reason he was filled with toxic jealousy and you would always get back at him which didn’t help neither of you. Yet none of the others drivers or your friends doubted you were meant for each other.

As of right now you had broken up with him, and were at the After party of the Mexican Grand Prix which Alex forced you to go.

“girl he’s looking at you” Kelly said to you as she glanced over your shoulder seeing Lando’s eyes fixated on you and your beautiful back side. That little black dress worn purposely or not was Lando’s weakness. His lower lip slightly between his teeth and his eyes scanning your figure from the other side of the room was just making him crazier.

“So? He’s dancing with another girl anyway…” you responded to Kelly finishing your martini. Looking towards the dance floor.

“There’s your man…wanna go dance?” you say as she giggled.

“Of course!” she said as she grabbed your hand and to the dance floor you went, as you dance with Kelly you felt a warm presence turning your head you see the one and only Sir Lewis Hamilton.

“Oh I’m so sorry Lewis” you apologize for the sudden closure between the two of you. He gave you a gentle smile and shook his head.

“Don’t apologize…it looks like we were both forced to be here huh?” he said making you release a long sigh.

“Definitely…ugh but what do you mean? You won 2nd place congratulations!” you said smiling.

“Thank you Y/n…um random questions though…you and Lando broke up again huh?” he asked which caused you to frown your eyebrows.

“Oh well…you could say…yes…why?” you asked him as you notice his eyes glancing behind you.

“well if looks could kill I would say I would already be dead and buried” he said as you scoffed softly.

“let him be…he’s surrounded by girls either way…why don’t we dance? can you help me give him a taste of his own medicine?” you say throwing your arms around his neck as he looked down at your showing his pearly whites.

“sure sweetheart but you better pull him back when he comes after me” he said resting his hand on my hip as I nodded.

“I pinky promise…” you say giggling.

Minutes into your devilish plan with Lewis the loud music boomed loudly in the room as your hips were against Lewis yet he understood the assignment followed your pace. Your hands roamed down his hard toned chest and bodied closed together. Lewis glanced behind him as his hand seemed to touch your ass from Lando’s perspective…he never did.

“I didn’t think you would be this good of a dancer” you say smiling as he spun you around making your gaze bump in Lando standing so closer to you, your felt suffocated rolling your eyes you smiled at Lewis and told him you were tired and headed to the bar ordering an ice tea.

Lando leaned on the bar looking your.

“now you’re going after drivers?” his voice his you as you turn to him faking a smile.

“I remind you we’re not together anymore, but if that’s the case you’re going after easy girls that probably just want your reputation and money…and not actual love” you hit back drink some of your tea.

“do you actually love me Y/n?” he asked you getting closer to your small figure. You looked up meeting his eyes.

“You know I fucking do Lando you are just so immature and you don’t see it” you say about to look away but his thumb and index finger keeps your fave from leaving his.

“why were you dancing with Lewis then? You seemed like you were ready to fuck him” he replied as you looked away rolling your eyes.

“yup…you don’t change…what did you expect? for me to just watch you flirt with other girls? Watch their hands all over you, waiting for you to fuck them yeah Lando…I’m not stupid”

• • • •

You both went back and forth yet their was an audience behind you guys.

“What did we miss?” George asked joining the others with Carmen as they took a seat.

“Shhh” Alex hushed as he tried to make out the argument. Lily laughed and started to catch up George and Carmen and the missed parts.

“basically they’re making up…again” Max said laughing.

“just a matter of seconds” Kelly finished looking at your guys again.

“you are such an idiot Lando!” you yelled looking for your bag grabbing it about to leave the place but Lando’s hand quickly grabbed yours pulling you into a forceful kiss. You struggled your way out, but how can a fragile girl like you break out from the grip of a formula one driver that probably lived in the gym. His strong arms held you in place. Before pulling you away.

“you’re coming to my hotel room and we can talk there where it’s just us two and not all the drivers and their girls got it?” he mumbled as you pulled away from him walking out ahead of him as he looked behind throwing a thumbs up to the others running behind you.

• • • •

You both had not said a word the second you stepped into his bedroom. You pushed against the wall as his hand rested on your neck keeping you as close as possible. Lando’s free hand locked the door and your hands pulled on his shirt. Eager for what’s to come he pulled his shirt off throwing it somewhere as he leaned in attacking your neck with bites and wet kissed that caused you to release soft moan into his ear. Pulling on his brown locks you got wetter each second, no touch felt like Lando’s, that was for sure.

Smirking against your neck, Lando knew your body like the back of his hand. He knew you were already so wet for him the tent in his pants grew more and more prominent. His hand moved under your dress pulling your black laced thong off as he disposed of it brushing his two fingers between your folds your knees grew weak and you whined against his lips scratching his chest softly kissing his chin.

“P-please Lando…oh god” you got cut off by his two fingers entering you. He moved that at a fast punishable pace making you grip on his shoulders for support trying to not fall his other arm held you in place. Your moans grew louder.

“F-fuck…L-Lando yes…baby…” you moaned throwing your head back as he took advantage and created a mark on you, which claimed you as his. Your walls tightened around his fingers making him growl into your ear.

“God you sound so hot…I want to hear you like this when I’m fucking you got it?” he whispered scissoring his fingers in you as you moaned before nodding.

“please fuck me already…I’m…I’m close” you whined as your legs grew weaker and your orgasm grew nearer he didn’t stop until you came undone on his fingers as he pulled out causing your juices to drip down your things. He sucked his fingers clean and your eyes never left his as he did. Turning you around he lifted your dress revealing your ass before spanking you.

“you think I would be able to fuck another girl when I have a beautiful girl like you? you’re my only one baby” he whispered into your ear biting your shoulder gently. Breathing heavily you move your ass back on him feeling his bulge, you blush at his words as your sparkly eyes meet his.

“prove it to me Lando” you whispered moving your hand back moving your fingers into his hair. His hands roamed your body before unzipping your dress watching it fall off from you. You hold his hand pulling him to his messy bed that he had left this morning. You kiss him passionately as you both fall on the bed him after you, your tongues against each other before he flipped you around.

“on all fours beautiful” he commanded you in his deep British accent and you obeyed on all fours you hear him unbuckle his pants along with his boxers and positioned himself behind you.

Pulling you close he entered you slowly and deep as you became undone releasing a pornographic moan. Lando couldn’t help but go insane on how he was making you feel his thrusts started slow and deep and he filled you up perfectly in every way.

“f-fuck…Lando yes ah!” you whimpered as he pulled your back against his chest. His hand groping on your breast as he went deeper into you, you bounce back on his holding on from his thighs throwing your head back.

Your moans could probably be heard down the hallways of the hotel floor and there might already be complaints from other rooms but this was how make up sex always turned out with Lando. Hot, explosive and loud and you loved every single part of it.

“Oh my god! Yes…yes right there!” you cried opening your mouth but a silent moan came out twitching inside of you Lando’s groans joined your moans as you both rode out your highs. He thrusts fast at an inhuman pace and you move your ass against him making him reach places he had never reached before.

“Oh fuck! Lando!” you scream finally releasing on him as he held you against him slowly down as he shot out his cum into you staying there catching your breath you touch his cheek breathing heavily pecking his lips.

“God…I love you Lando” you whispered blushing so hard you felt embarrassed, finally realizing how you have behaved in the last 15 minutes of lust and desire with Lando.

“I love you more baby…” he whispered rubbing your thighs quickly hugging your waist.

“no don’t move yet…this feel so good” he whispered in your ear as the blush in your cheeks kept growing you bit your lip at the sticky sensation that connected the two of you.

“you actually don’t like Lewis right?” he questioned with his head resting on your shoulder making you laugh.

“Lando…never in a million years he is such a good friend… and my partner in crime he help me get the man I actually love to fuck me…just don’t tell him that” you say blushing as he smirked.

“don’t you dare Norris…” you threatened as he shook his head.

“don’t worry baby…only I get to know how crazy you get when I fuck you” he said softly as I hit his arm

“so we’re back together?” you asked

“I actually think we never broke up baby” he responded kissing your shoulder.

• • • •

“so apparently you two are back together” Kelly said making you burn yourself with your coffee before clearing your throat.

“w-what?” you ask subconsciously fixing the turtle neck thinking you had exposed Lando’s marks on you.

“Oh Kelly give Y/n a break the whole hotel heard them” Lily added as you couldn’t help but blush.

“Here’s your croissant baby” Lando said taking a seat next to you. As Alex patted him on his back.

“you two are just perfect you know that right?” Carmen said admiring you two as you looked at Lando.

“I think you’re right Carmen…Lando is perfect for me so yeah…we’re good” you say winking at him kissing his cheek as Kelly snapped a picture of you two that she will later post to brag her favorite couple on the paddock.

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I got to say one of my favorite smuts I’ve wrote 🧡

[allhailsugu]

Was in the mood for drama. 🥲 I miss him so muchhh.

Synopsis: Geto x. Y/N, having a fight, smut, consensual, word count: 4.9k

You lay in bed, curled up and Geto lets out a shaky breath, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions. He watches you on the bed, the sight of you curled up making his heart ache. He takes a step forward, hesitating for a moment before moving towards the bed.

He sits down on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on you, his body tense with nerves. He takes a deep breath, summoning up the courage to break the silence between you. His voice comes out low and rough, filled with emotion.

“I’m... I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, for everything…”

You don’t respond, eyes fixated on a point in your vision.

“I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you. I’m sorry for being a coward, for being weak, for hurting you…”

He glances at you, hoping for some sort of response, some indication that you’re listening to him, but your expression remains stoic, your eyes fixed on that same point in your vision. He swallows hard, the lump in his throat growing thicker with every word.

“I was wrong... Wrong to ignore you, wrong to put my own fears ahead of your feelings, wrong to let anyone mess with you, wrong to push you away...”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses…….” 

Geto’s heart sinks at your words, your stoic expression and flat tone making his stomach twist with anxiety and guilt.

“I know… I know you don’t want to hear my excuses. But please, just listen to me…”

“Explaining it won’t make it right…. Telling me a bunch of excuses won’t change the past……” You say quietly, your voice laced with hurt and disappointment.

“I know... I know that it won't make it right. I know I can't change the past, but I need you to understand why I did what I did…”

He looks at you, his eyes pleading, desperate for you to understand his perspective. He knows that it's not an excuse, but he needs you to know that he wasn’t doing it to hurt you, that it was his own fear and insecurity that drove him to act the way he did. He takes another deep breath, his voice soft and earnest.

“I was... I was scared. Scared of how I felt about you, scared of how much you meant to me. I didn't want to admit it to myself, and I let that fear control my actions. I know I can’t undo what I’ve done… I know I can’t take back how I acted, how I treated you… but I promise you, I promise with everything I have… I will do better.”

You don’t react. You don’t look up. You don’t even think of anything, in fact, you just want proof. Not empty words he knew to spit so well. You needed commitment. Needed more.

Geto feels your lack of response like a punch to the gut. He can tell you’re not convinced by his words, that you need more than just empty promises to believe in him again. He clenches his jaw, his mind racing as he tries to think of a way to prove to you that he’s sincere, that he’s committed to making things right between you. He takes a deep breath before speaking.

“What do you need? What do I need to do to show you that I’m serious?”

Your head snaps up, your eyes locking onto his.

“I need you to give me my promises back, my…..! My trust, my heart, my…. my….”

You trail off, looking at him just hurts. Geto’s heart clenches at your words, the weight of your pain and hurt hitting him like a tidal wave. He can hear the anguish in your voice, the desperation, and it breaks his heart all over again.

He reaches out towards you, his hand slowly lifting up to brush against your cheek. His fingers gently trace along the line of your jaw, feeling the smoothness of your skin, trying to find the right words to respond.

“I… I can’t give it back. I can’t undo what’s been done... But I can try… try to earn…” He takes a moment, his throat feeling tight, his heart feeling heavy.

“…try to earn back your trust, your faith in me, your… your…” He trails off again, the words getting stuck in his throat. He looks at you, his eyes meeting yours, taking in the pain and hurt in your expression, and it hurts like a physical blow.

“…your love. I can try to earn back your love.”

He can see the doubt in your eyes, the hesitation, and he can’t blame you for it. He knows he’s done nothing to prove to you that he’s worthy of your love, of your trust, and he knows he has a long way to go to make things right.

He takes a deep breath, his hand still resting on your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin as he speaks.

“I know I messed up. I know I hurt you, and I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But… I want to try. Will you let me try?”

Again, you don’t respond. You don’t want him to ask for permission. Don’t want him to wait for a ‘yes’ to do something. You want him to wanna do it, no matter what your answer is. Because he himself wants it not because you tell him to.

He knows that words aren’t enough, that he has to show you with his actions that he’s serious about fixing things between you. He hesitates for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions.

He slowly moves forward, closing the distance between you and him. His body now fully on the bed, his knees on each side of yours. The bed shifts slightly under his weight, the sound of the mattress creaking underneath him filling the silence in the room. His eyes are fixed on yours, his expression intense and focused, his heart beating furiously in his chest.

He slowly reaches up, his hand moving to your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. His fingers brush against your skin, gentle and almost reverent, as if he’s touching something fragile and precious. He studies your face, taking in every contour, every line, every freckle, every little detail that makes you who you are. His thumb gently caresses your skin, tracing along the edge of your jaw, his touch sending small shivers down his spine. Your eyes meeting his, your breath slowing down, every touch sending electricity through your joints.

He swallows hard, his throat feeling dry, his heart feeling full.

“I… I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to make things right between us… I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to undo the pain I have caused you… But I want to try…”

His voice is rough and low, filled with emotion and a hint of desperation. He searches your eyes, looking for a sign, any sign that he hasn’t lost you completely. He moves his hand from your chin, his fingers gently tracing down your neck and stopping at the hollow of your throat, resting there, feeling the steady thump of your pulse beneath his fingertips.

You look up at him, your breath silently hitching at the feel of his tentative touch and Geto can see the shift in your breathing, the way your breath catches in your throat, and it sends a wave of emotion through him. He can feel the rapid beat of your pulse under his fingers, the proof that you’re there, that you’re real, that you’re alive.

He keeps his eyes locked on yours, his gaze intense and unwavering. He moves his hand slightly, his fingertips tracing a soft path down your collarbone and across your shoulder, his touch light and gentle. He can feel the heat of your skin through the fabric of your clothes, the warmth of your body seeping into his fingertips, making his palm feel feverish. His hand continues tracing a slow, light path across your skin, his fingers memorizing the contour of your body and feeling the soft, supple flesh beneath. He reaches the edge of your shirt, his hand pausing for a moment, his fingers toying with the fabric, feeling the way the material is stretched over your skin, the way it moves with your body, the way it follows the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe.

His knuckles brushing against the bare skin of your abdomen, feeling the smoothness and the heat. His heart skips a beat, his breathing growing slightly erratic as his fingers continue moving, tracing a slow, deliberate path back upwards and he can hear the sound of your breathing, the soft, uneven rhythm of your breath as it hitches in your throat, the small gasps and the quiet hums that escape your lips. 

You crane your neck, exposing more of your skin to him, your hands trembling as you grip the bed sheets, tugging them slightly towards yourself, still laying on your side.

The movement of your head and the way you expose your neck to him sends a shiver down his spine, his fingers pausing for a moment as he takes in the sight of your skin, soft and smooth and vulnerable. His heart pounds in his chest, his breaths growing deeper and more uneven as he watches the way your chest rises and falls, the way your collarbone juts out, the way your pulse thrums in your throat.

His fingers resume their path, moving across the expanse of your neck, tracing along the line of your jugular vein, feeling the way your pulse races against his fingertips. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, as if he’s worshipping every inch of your skin under his touch. He moves closer, his body pressing against yours, his chest moving against your back. He can feel the heat of your body against his, the way your back presses against his chest, the way your body fits perfectly against his. His fingers keep moving, his touch growing slightly firmer, his knuckles tracing across the line of your spine, feeling the way it curves and dips, feeling the taut muscles of your back contract and relax under his fingers.

He can feel the way you shiver under his touch, the way your body responds to his touch, the soft, quiet hums and gasps that escape your lips as he continues his path, his fingers moving down, dancing along the edge of your shirt, his knuckles brushing against the soft, exposed skin of your lower back.

He leans down, his body pressing closer to yours, his breath hot against your ear. His lips find the skin of your neck, his mouth hovering over the pulse point, his tongue darting out to taste your skin making you gasp, your body jolting at the contact and Geto can feel the way your body responds to his touch and it sends a wave of heat through him.

His lips move along your neck, tracing a path up to the edge of your jaw, his teeth gently nipping at the sensitive skin. He can taste the salty sweetness of your skin and it makes his mouth water, his tongue darting out to trace along the edge of your earlobe. His fingers continue their journey, moving across your lower back, tracing the line of your spine, the path of your vertebrae, his touch firm but gentle, his hands seeming to burn marks onto your skin.

His body presses closer to yours, his chest flush against your back, his body moving in unison with yours, his touch making your every nerve feel alive and on fire. He can feel the way your body tenses and relaxes at his touch, the way your hips arch towards him, seeking more contact while his lips move to the skin below your ear, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path down to your jawline, his breaths coming in short, uneven gasps.

His fingers pause at the edge of your waistband, his thumb moving in slow, almost lazy circles against the sensitive skin of your lower back, his mouth still busy with the skin of your neck, his teeth gently nipping and his tongue tracing along your pulse point.

He can feel the way your body trembles under his touch, the way you press yourself closer to him, your body seeming to seek more contact, more friction. He can hear the soft, uneven gasp that escapes your lips, the way your breath hitches in your throat, the way your skin feels impossibly hot under his lips.

He moves his hands to your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, his touch firmer now as he pulls you closer to him, his body pressing flush against your back, his heat seeping into your bones. His mouth continues its path along your neck, his teeth gently nipping, his tongue tracing a soft path down to the hollow of your shoulder.

Your hands gripping the sheets tightly unable to resist his touch, as you reach back to hold onto him when suddenly there it was…. 

A soft moan. 

The sound of the moan leaving your lips hits his ears like a jolt of electricity, his whole body seeming to tighten in response. His eyes widen slightly, his hands pausing for a moment on your hips, his ears straining to hear that sound again, the sound of your voice, the sound of your pleasure.

He swallows hard, his body responding to your sound, his heart hammering in his chest, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. He can feel the way your body moves against his, the way your back flexes and arches towards him, the way your skin feels hotter and hotter with every passing moment. He moves his mouth back to the skin of your neck, his tongue drawing a long, slow path across your pulse point, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin as he moves one hand to your stomach, his palm flat against the soft, taut flesh, his fingers tracing circles in the dip of your abdomen.

Your skin retracts beneath his touch, twitching and trembling as he keeps moving his hands over your skin, while all you can do is squirm and writhe…. 

Another moan.

The sound of yet another moan escaping your lips hits his ears like a splash of cold water, making his head spin and his heart pound even louder. He groans softly, his hand moving up, his fingers tracing along the curve of your breasts, feeling the heat of your body even through the thin fabric of your shirt.

He can feel the way your body responds to his touch, the way your back arches into his hand, the way your skin trembles and shakes under his fingers. Your moan rings in his ears, fueling the heat that was already coursing through his body and he moves his other hand to your other side, his fingers tracing the outline of your ribcage, feeling the way your hips repeatedly shift, your ass pressing into him as you move involuntarily and the feel of it grinding into him sends a wave of heat through his body, his heart feeling like it’s going to explode out of his chest. He closes his eyes, his head spinning, his breaths coming in short, shallow gasps as he struggles to keep control.

He can feel the heat radiating off you, your skin feeling so hot and so soft under his fingers, and it’s all he can do to not lose control completely. He moves his mouth back to your neck, his lips moving along your jawline, finding his way back to your ear as he whispers, his voice hoarse and gravelly.

“Is this okay?” he breathes, his voice rough and uneven, his breath hot against your ear, his hands still tracing along your body, touching, exploring, feeling every inch of your skin like it’s something fragile and precious.

“Please tell me this is okay,” he continues, his lips moving to the skin just below your ear, the words hot and desperate against your skin. His hands continue their path across your body, his touch becoming firmer, more deliberate, as he slowly loses control. 

“Please.”

And you nod, whimpering and mewling, the sound of it combined with the feeling of your body shifting and moving into his touch is nearly too much for him to handle, and he feels the last shred of restraint and control he was holding onto disappear.

His hands move to the hem of your shirt, his fingers slowly pulling the material up, exposing more of your skin to his eyes. His lips move down to your collarbone, his kisses and nips growing more intense, leaving marks and love bites as he goes. His body is now fully pressed against your back, his hips moving against yours in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“Suguru-……”

The sound of his name on your lips, said in a way he’s sure he’ll never get used to, makes his heart skip a beat, his body growing even hotter at the way his name rolls off your tongue. The way it sounds when you say it, like you’re calling out to him and no one else. It’s like a drug to him.

He groans against the skin of your shoulder, his hands moving to your hips, pulling you even closer to him, his body moving against yours as the aching need in his lower belly grows with each passing moment. He presses his hardened length against yours, his skin feeling feverish as he continues to grind against your ass. His lips move back to your neck, his teeth gently biting down, the feeling of your body in his arms like a revelation, like a prayer answered, like a promise fulfilled.

He moves one of his hands down, his palm flattening against your stomach, his fingers tracing the edge of your waistband, his touch featherlight and teasing as he hikes up your skirt, lifting your leg to angle it up in front of you, and with one motion ripping your stocking right between your legs, making you gasp and mewl at the sound of ripping fabric, and the quick, sharp snap, sends a jolt through his body, his breathing growing more irregular as he feels heat flow through him in waves.

His hands move to your exposed skin, his knuckles brushing against your inner thigh, the touch soft at first, then a little firmer, as if he’s seeking something, as if he’s trying to answer a question. He can feel the way your skin feels against his touch, the way it heats up and starts to tremble, the way he can hear your breath hitch in your throat. The image in his mind, the sight of your legs exposed in front of him, the sound of the fabric ripping, it all makes his lower belly ache with need, and desire pool deep in his lower abdomen and he groans gently, his teeth biting down on your shoulder in response.

His hand moves up, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate path across the smooth, bare skin of your upper thigh, just under the edge of your skirt. His touch feels almost reverent, the way it maps out the shape and contour of your skin, the heat and the softness, like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you, every curve and dip. He can hear your breathing, the ragged, uneven gasps as you struggle to keep control. He can feel your skin as it trembles and shudders under his touch, the way you press yourself back against him, seeking more of his skin, seeking more of his touch, and it makes his heart quicken, it makes his body burn.

He moves his hand higher, his fingers tracing the edge of the elastic of your underwear, his touch still gentle, still teasing. He can feel the heat and the dampness through the thin fabric, and it makes him groan softly, his head spinning at the sight of you, at the feel of you, at the knowledge that you’re wanting him, needing him, just as he needs you.

His fingers grip the elastic of your underwear, his knuckles brushing against your skin as he slowly, tantalizingly, starts to pull the fabric down over your hips. He can feel the way your body responds to his touch, the way you arch your hips up towards him, seeking more of his touch, seeking more skin-to-skin contact, and the heat in his body grows hotter and hotter as he slowly pulls your underwear and ripped stocking down your legs, his lips moving to your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he groans softly, whispering your name, like it’s a prayer, like it’s an invocation.

He moves your body gently, repositioning you on the bed so that your front is pressed against the sheets, your legs slightly splayed, the sight before his eyes like something out of a dream, like something he never thought he’d get to see. He moves his hands to your hips, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, his touch still firm but gentle, tracing circles into your skin as he bends down over you, moving your hair out of your nape, his lips moving to plant kisses there.

His tongue tracing long, lazy paths along your spine, his teeth nipping and gently biting down on your skin. He groans against your skin, his breathing coming in short, desperate gasps, his body aching with need and desire for you, his body trembling at the feeling of your skin underneath his touch. He moves his hands down, his fingers tracing the curve of your lower back, his touch growing firmer, more deliberate, tracing a path down the back of your thighs, his knuckles brushing against your skin as if they’re leaving trails of fire in their wake. He can feel the way you shiver under his touch, each sound you make sending heat surging through him, each gasp and moan making his body ache and burn.

He moves his lips back to your neck, his tongue tracing a slow, torturous path along the line of your shoulder, as his hands move to your hips, gripping the flesh beneath his fingers, his body moving closer to yours, the heat of his skin burning against yours. He can feel the way your body responds to his touch, the way you shiver and tremble, the way you arch and press yourself against him, seeking more of his touch, seeking more of him. He can hear the sound of your voice, the way it comes in unsteady, uneven gasps, the way you sound like you’re calling out to him, begging him and he can’t control himself anymore.

His body moving of its own accord, his hips pressing against your behind, grinding and rocking, his hands gripping your hips like the only solid thing in the world. He’s desperate, hungry, his body aching for relief, for release, his mind completely overwhelmed with the feeling of you, the sound of you, the scent of you, everything about you making him feel like he’s drowning and yet never wanting to come up.

He presses himself harder against you, the heat of his body seeping into your skin, the feel of every inch of him against you sending heat and fire and need through your limbs. He can feel every part of you, your softness, your skin, the way you sound, the way you move, like you’re a drug, like you’re his lifeline.

You mewl and pant, your body making way to embrace him, to take him and make him feel good, just like your body remembers from your nights together. From how needy your body is for his, from how much it ached to be connected with his… Just like you remember.

He groans softly your movements sending heat surging through him, making his body throb and ache with need. He shifts his weight slightly, one of his legs slipping between yours, his body slotting into the spaces between your own like it’s meant to be there, like he’s claiming you, connecting with you on a physical level that’s almost spiritual. He fumbles his already tight pants off and the sound of his zipper sending a series of shivers down your spine.

He moves his lips to your neck again, his mouth tracing a slow, languid path along your skin, his teeth nipping and gently biting down while he pulls down his pants, his tongue leaving a trail of fire in its wake as you feel the hard, hot skin of his cock grinding between the cheeks of your ass. He moves one of his hands down, his palm flat against the top of your thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles into the silky skin, his touch growing firmer, more deliberate, spreading you, as his need for you reaches its peak.

He guides himself towards your seeping hole and presses himself closer to you, as his hands move to your hips, gripping the fat of your ass as he pulls you down, stretching you so torturously over his hardened cock until his body is flush against yours, his skin so hot he feels like he’s going to burn you from the inside out. He can feel your body trembling beneath his touch, the way you arch and shiver and mewl with each caress, each kiss. He snakes one arm around your waist to steady his grip, bracing himself onto the other arm.

His mind is hazy with desire, the heat and the need almost too much for him to handle, the feeling of you in his arms like a dream come to life. He can feel the way your body responds to his touch, the way you whimper and mewl, the way your voice sounds, needy and desperate, the way it sounds like you’re calling out to him, begging him. He can feel the heat of your body, the way it’s like a beacon, pulling him towards you, and he can’t resist any longer. 

He shifts his weight, positioning himself over you, his body still pressed up against your back, his hips fitting into the spaces between your legs, as if he was made to be there, like a puzzle piece finally slotting into place. He can feel the heat of your body, the way you shiver and tremble underneath him, the way your skin feels so hot and soft and smooth.

He kisses the back of your neck, his lips tracing a slow, gentle path to your shoulder, nipping and biting at the skin, his tongue leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He groans softly, the sound of it reverberating through your body, the feeling of his mouth on your skin like a brand, marking you as his as he tortures you, not moving his hips. 

He can feel the way you shift beneath him, the way you arch and press yourself back against him, seeking more of his touch, more of him, wanting him just as much as he wants you. He moves his lips back to your ear, his breath hot against your skin, his voice rough and uneven, as he whispers your name like a prayer, like a mantra.

He moves his hips against you in one hard thrust before stilling again before he pulls back again and repeats the motion. One hard thrust, making you gasp and choke, making your toes curl as he penetrates you so deep within it knocks out any air in your lungs. But his body was seeking more contact, more friction, his need for you almost overwhelming him, the heat inside his body a burning inferno making him pick up his pace. He can feel your bodies move together, the way they fit together, like you were made for each other.

He can hear the way you moan and gasp, the sounds coming from deep within your throat, the way they roll off your lips like music, beautiful and mesmerizing. He can feel the tremors in your body, the way you tremble under his touch, like you’re completely lost in this moment, completely consumed by him, by his touch, by his need. 

He moves his hands to your wrists, pinning them above your head, holding you in place beneath him, the feeling of your body completely at his mercy driving him wild. He kisses the back of your neck, his teeth gently nipping at the sensitive skin, his body pressing you completely into the bed, his weight on top of you like a cage, holding you in place, holding you where he wants you, where you’re meant to be.

He can hear your voice, the way you moan and call out to him, the sound of his name coming from your lips like a mantra, a prayer, a benediction. He can feel the way your body responds to his touch, the way you move and arch and press yourself against him, your body becoming completely his, completely owned by him.

He moves his lips back to your neck, his teeth gently biting down on the skin, the feeling of the mark he’s leaving, the bruise he’s making on your skin making him feel something primal, something raw and possessive. He’s lost in you, completely consumed by you, and his body is moving on its own.

The previous fight forgotten. The hurt covered by desire and need. The icy cold exchanged by intense heat and fire.

Just like always during the rare occasions when you both were fighting.

[rachalixie]

Can I request comforting Lee know during the stressful comeback when he’s all exhausted and stressed and y/n does her best to be there for him even though he’s stubborn

a/n: this. this request warmed my heart. i needed time to sort out my thoughts bc the urge to care for this boy is so??? strong?????

you usually don’t bother minho when he’s working; he tends to gets so fixated on what he’s doing that his attention rarely strays from it. even if you try, you’re met with absent-minded answers that he apologies for after, but his passion is one of the things that you fell in love with so you can’t complain much. 

but with their new comeback he’s always worrying, working nonstop to make sure his members have the choreography just right. it’s different than before - he doesn’t rest until it’s perfect, not a single foot or finger out of place. 

he’s sitting and watching the practice videos when you get home, his gaze bleary like he’s been staring at the screen for hours upon hours. he doesn’t look up when you move towards him, pressing your body to his side and a kiss to his cheek. 

“hi, mine,” he mumbles, his hand reaching up to distractedly pet your cheek as he continues to click through the video, looking for imperfections even where there weren’t any. 

“how long have you been sitting here?” you ask, rubbing what’s sure to be a sore shoulder with your hand. the muscle feels tight under your fingers, a sign that he’s been here longer than he’s willing to admit. 

“not long,” sure enough, he’s understating. he sags when you click your tongue. 

“you need to take a break baby,” you press, voice even and without judgment. you know that when he gets like this, the harder you push the more he pushes back. 

“can’t,” he mutters, fingers flying again. “have to make sure this is perfect.”

“you trust your members right?” you ask, moving two fingers under his jaw, turning his head towards you and making sure he looks you in the eyes. they’re red-rimmed and drowsy, dark bags already beginning to form under them. he finally releases the mouse and keyboard from his grip. 

“of course,” he says, voice strong with conviction. you knew this was the way to get through to him, it’s a practiced art that you’ve been trying to perfect for a while.

“then trust that they will get it right. they have the best teacher, you’re more than anyone could ever ask for. they will meet you halfway.” you’re almost pleading now, desperate for him to see that he deserves to rest.

“they will,” he nods, eyes clearing up bit by bit. “but…”

“sweetheart,” the name slips out of your mouth naturally as you wrap your arms around his neck. “you work so hard already. you’re allowed to take a break.”

he leans into your embrace and lets out a deep sigh. his breath warms your shoulder as he finally nods, making you release your own breath of relief. 

“okay,” he says, sagging further into you and letting you run a hand through his mussed hair.

“c'mon. let’s take a bath. then i’ll feed you and we lay down together,” you help him up, steadying him with a giggle when his knees buckle under him from disuse. 

he sits on the closed lid of the toilet as you ready the bath, head resting on his hand and eyes incredibly fond. his gaze is just as unwavering as it was before, but this time his attention is on you. you can’t help but feel a bit warm at the affection he’s showing you; no matter how much you know he loves you more than he loves his work (or, at the very least just as much), it’s a nice reminder to have. even when his eyes are tired, they’re bright as they watch you. 

you sit between his legs in the bath, the warm water sending clouds of steam into the air, shrouding you both in a vanilla sweet blanket. he dozes off behind you, head resting on your shoulder and soft puffs of breath hitting your ear. the steady rise and fall of his chest lulls you into a light sleep too. 

you don’t even regret it when you both wake up later, fingers and toes pruned so badly that you order in instead of cooking for him. you eat in bed, a rare thing for him. he prefers not allowing food into his sheets, not wanting to stain the crisp white bedding accidentally, but one doe-eyed look from you makes him cave fast. 

you fall asleep curled up into each other, takeout containers forgotten at the foot of the bed, you following him into his dreams.

—

soft hours

[mywifeismothman]

THIS IS KILLING ME.

I picked up tbhk in 2021 thinking it was a silly monster of the week style supernatural comedy. Oh my god, how AidaIro has tricked me. I should have turned back before I got too invested, but tbhk is a part of me now, I think I’d die without it.

IVE BEEN SOBBING FOR THE PAST TEN MINUTES AT MIDNIGHT OVER CHAPTER 120!

Spoiler warning for chapter 120 (read it if you haven’t already and suffer with me):

After chapter 119, this world’s Kou and Mitsuba were basically killed in the red house, once again proving that those two can literally never be happy. When Kou said he’d die for Mitsuba in that one chapter, I don’t think this is what he meant.

But when he says he can’t help them go back, I can’t figure out if he’s talking about Mitsuba or the fact that he’s stuck in the red house. Probably both, as he says something later which implies he’s talking about Mitsuba.

Mostly the red house though, as shown in these panels. Which hit me really hard for some reason.

I started sobbing when I saw these panels though,

Just look at his face, there’s something about the shading and detail in his face which captivates you. Watching the one character who is so fixated on trying to have everyone live die was so heart wrenching.

The parallel between this panel and chapter 118 is killing me. In that chapter, Mitsuba and Kou talk about their bad dreams, ones of the old world where Mitsuba is dead. They don’t want to accept that any of those dreams could be real, promising to each other to live their lives to the fullest, only accepting the dreams as real if they failed to forget.

In this chapter, Mitsuba and Kou were never able to live a life where they could ignore those dreams, almost immediately getting killed. So to Kou, he now had to accept those dreams, with their new reality becoming the bad dream he tells Nene to forget.

This panel also killed me.

He’s clearly talking about Mitsuba, who else could he be talking about. Again showing just how much he means to him. Again, it reminds me of the chapter where Kou talks about dying for Mitsuba, showing that he’ll always be there for him, even in death.

I also want to just talk about poor Nene, look at this panel:

This is the second time that one of her only living friends has had some connection with death, but this is the first time one has straight up disappeared before her eyes. This whole ark has Nene being tormented by death and loss and I hate it.

I wanna touch on Teru quickly. I’ve never loved characters with his type of personality before, but I think this ark has completely changed my mind about him. First, there was that face he made talking about his mother being alive, and then him being forced to exorcise his own brother. Which must have been devastating to Teru, considering that his whole motive is to protect his family, the two he has left. I think this is some of the most emotional we’ve seen in Teru. And I’m crying again

I spent like 30 minutes at midnight typing this out because once again AidaIro has delivered a heartbreaking chapter, and I need to talk about it.

Oh my god, I was so busy crying yesterday I didn’t realize his and Mitsuba’s corpses were in the well.

[ghostbustting]

Can I ask for dave mustaine who has sweet sex with the reader and forces her to look at him? with pet names and etc.

ended up kinda shortt ☹️

╰┈➤“𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑰𝑵

𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺„ ๋࣭⭑

Dave Mustaine x Reader

Contains Smut

Time at the moment seems to stop, thoughts that usually come and go into my brain turned meaningless, the hectic world outside became none of our business whenever Dave and I lay here in our bed, or as we like to call it, our own little bubble.

Like a shelter where everything else doesn’t matter, where what matter is only us.

“C’mon, baby.”

His voice whispers into my ears like a sweet melody that I’d love to hear as a lullaby every night. His thumb gently swept over my pink tinted cheek as he continuously told me to open my eyes.

My eyes slowly open again and I force myself to look straight into his eyes, a shaky breath leaving my swollen lips. “Dave..” I mumbled his name.

All I could focus on was the way his hips moved back and forth against mine, his member slipping in and out of my aching pussy.

Unlike other nights, tonight his thrusts were slow and sweet, accompanied by the way his lips continues to press kisses around my heated face every now and then, leaving no skin unkissed by those lips of his that I love.

Now, my focus was also fixated on his hazel eyes, trying to obey his wish for me to keep our eye contact going. Usually it wasn’t a hard thing, often finding myself drowning into those beautiful eyes that I can never get bored of.

But this time, I was finding it hard to do so from how much pleasure I was receiving from the thrusts of his cock into me, slow yet hard, hitting every spots that he knew too damn well will make my walls close up around him tighter.

His hand continues to stroke my cheek with such softness, “You’re so… heavenly.. my angel.. sweet sweet girl..” He continued to praise me like I was a special piece of art, pressing soft kisses onto my neck now.

My legs slowly come to wrap around his waist, pulling him in even closer into me while my arms wrap around his neck, only wanting to be close to him, he’s all I can think of and need at this moment, wanting to be skin to skin, heart to heart.

“Dave..” I softly say in a sigh as my eyes almost flutter close again.

“Eyes, angel. Show me those beautiful eyes.”

I force myself to open my eyes again, struggling for a moment to find his eyes before finally locking our eye contact once again. He smile and kiss my forehead, “Good girl… doing so good for me..”

Our eyes never broke the eye contact once I learned to take control of my own eyes. His beautiful eyes finally managed to distract me from how pleasuring this feeling is, how much I want to just throw my head back and let out screams of dirty noises with my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

But doing this, just staring up into his hazel eyes and drowning in them like usual, feels so much better.

He always knew how to make me feel good, how to make me feel loved, how to make me feel seen and cared for, most of the time prioritizing me and only me.

“Dave.. I… mm..”

He stroke my hair, his hips still never breaking the rhythm he created with his thrusts. “Shh.. faster or slower…?” He ask softly, as if he already knew I was going to ask him one of those.

A moan escapes my throat while I try to grind back against his hips, “Faster.. faster..!”

Something in his eyes switched, his gaze became more sharp and just then, his hips pulled back, the tip of his cock almost leaving my cunt.. before he slammed right back in and start thrusting way faster, yet still being gentle with it at the same time.

My eyes widens and I clung onto him like a koala on a tree, “So good, so good..” I mumbled out. The ‘bubble’ was soon filled with even more moans from both of us.

Dave’s hips meets mine continuously in a loop, each thrusts were followed by soft kisses all around my face, until his lips meets mine and lock in a sweet, gentle kiss. The way his lips was rubbing against mine gives a sense of warmth to me, his chest pressed right up against mine.

He pulled back from the kiss and looked into my eyes again, only to find mine yet again becoming hazy and difficult to focus on his. “Hey, hey.. eyes..” He whispers, his hand coming to my cheek and cup it while he wait for me to open my eyes.

I let out small gasps as he continue to thrusts, “I- I can’t..” I whimpered out, a louder gasp leaving my lips when I feel the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot in me.

“You wanna cum?” He ask softly, his thumb yet again tracing circles on my cheeks like he did earlier.

I nod, my legs wrapped even tighter around his waist, “Please..?”

He hummed and kiss my forehead, “Show me your eyes first.. then you can..” He grunted out, his cock never stopped moving inside of me.

Slowly, my eyes opens again for what felt like hundred times tonight and met his again, taking a sharp inhale. “That’s it..” Dave smiles, “My beautiful girl and her beautiful eyes..” Suddenly, he accelerates his hips yet again, now snapping back and forth against mine.

Moans leave my lips, even louder ones now. I hold onto his back tightly, my nails dug deep into his skin while with one last thrust of his cock, I came undone, my cum gushing out of my aching swollen pussy.

“Fuck.. shit.. hahn.. god..” Dave groaned at the feeling before his release came close as well, quickly pulling out and pumping his cock with his hand, his cum shooting out of his red tip and to my chest.

My breaths became heavy as he lay down next to me and instantly wrapping his arms around my stomach from behind, spooning me into his chest while he kisses my head non stop. I can feel his heart beating right against my back, the warmth of his body transfering to my own body, filling me with that comforting sense of his heartwarming love.

After some silence, Dave spoke again, “I love you so much.. do you love me, beautiful..?” His voice whispers sweetly into my ear, a genuine hint of curiosity and hope in the way he whisper it, as if the answer wasn’t clear enough..

“More than I love myself.."

[pinecipitation]

I am once again up at your ass and asking for smiling friends hcs,,,, can I get fucking uhhhh Charlie and Alan with a crush who can't help but infodump their interests?? Talking about sitting then down and forcing them to watch their favorite movie and just rambling. (This is totally not me projecting in the slightest, nuh uh) THANK YOU WIFE I HOPE THIS IS OKAY TO ASK MWAH

SMILING FRIENDS X GN!READER

HELLO WIFE YES THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!! LEAN IN I HAVE A KISS READY FOR YOU

word count: 800+

warnings: none!!

CHARLIE:

- my guy doesn’t know about shit honestly, I feel like just how in the president election episodes he’d be like “idk idc” but in the end he gets an opinion with the more info you talk about

- of course because it’s YOU, he’d listen though

- you’re more into movies and shows and games than he is, so if the moment is ever dull he’d immediately hit you with the “….soooo,, any new recommendations?”

- boy do you have them

- he honestly enjoys the way you light up talking about the media you’re into, even if he isn’t quite retaining the information

- he doesn’t mind asking about it again just to hear your piece

- he thinks it’s sort of sweet that you get so heavy into a piece of media that you’d defend it to the ground, especially if its media that isn’t too widely liked or known or have much of a fanbase. he thinks it’s cool that he’s that person for you, like he’s getting insider information from a reliable source

- he finds himself seeing the media in the wild and immediately thinking about your thoughts on it, if he sees a figure of a character you don’t like or a poster of an arc you loved he’d be sure to point it out to himself

- will find himself going “man, fuck this character” to himself because of you, immediately shaking his head and wondering what was wrong with him. He didn’t even know the character, but he subconsciously has an opinion on them because of you

- back to you though, he would have a hard time physically sitting down to watch or read what you’re into, or try out a hobby you like, but when the moment comes where you offer watching the series with him he will jump on it without a second thought

- you do talk and pause to rewind certain parts in it, which he usually wouldn’t like people doing, but it doesn’t matter to him. it’s not like he’s watching the show anyways, he’s too fixated on you and how close you two are on his couch

ALAN:

- now he would ACTUALLY know what you’re talking about and pay attention to the movies and series

- usually he would just state he’s seen it or doesn’t care for it, but he’s breaking habits if it’s something you’re visibly excited about

- of course he’s happy to rewatch it though

- “no, I don’t know about it, is it good?” he’s seen the movie four times

- alan the type of man to stare at you blankly and resist the urge to add his own opinions and facts, but stays quiet for the plot

- he does genuinely enjoy having you so vocal about a subject you’re so passionate about, you’re somehow one of the only people he doesn’t get too overstimulated around, plus this way he doesn’t have to talk as much

- the day you offered a movie marathon at his place was a turning point, him taking the day off before just so he can clean and make the place acceptable, going the lengths to get usual movie snacks and blankets and such. this, and him hiding his books and dvds so that you wouldn’t stumble on them and find out he’s been pretending this entire time

- for the sake of the plot we’re ignoring alan being a morning person, in this universe he’s a night owl hence the eye bags

- the marathon goes on for later in the night than you both anticipated, after the first several hours and rambles of explaining you find yourself more and more tired and you pause the movies less and less

- it doesn’t take Alan long to notice that you fell asleep just like that, the blanket around the two of you and the bowl of chips discarded beside you

- he doesn’t care about that though, what he does care about is your head centimeters away from his shoulder

- not feeling even a little tired, he pauses the movie and carefully grabs his phone, sure not to move himself or you and writes down the time and place he paused, sure that you’d want to continue in the morning or another day. he’s also sure to write a small summary of where you two left off, now that you both “watched it together” he can talk back in infodump conversations and not give away that he knows the parts you two didn’t watch

- he’s quick to move when you shift in your sleep, him carefully but rapidly moving his hand from between you two and scooping his shoulder right under your head. you didn’t seem to wake or notice, a small lazy smile of success on his face as the two of you spend the rest of the night on the couch, him on his phone and you resting peacefully on his shoulder.

[therowanarchives]

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝑀𝓎 𝒲𝒶𝓎

Dwayne x f!Reader

WC: 1,216

TW: none

A/N: just a little series I’m working on that I’m enjoying writing right now. I saw The Lost Boys in theaters for the first time ever (ty October) and the fixation is back and better than ever. This first chapter was more of a filler I guess to kind of give the reader an idea of my writing style and how I portray the characters. Every chapter after this (for the most part) will be following along with the timeline of the movie with a few chapters here and there that you could consider “off-screen” moments? Idk. Either way I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading. This was proof read literally once so I apologize now for any mistakes I did not catch!

Chapter One:

Your hair blew behind you as you ran through the bustling crowd of people. The pier was always busy on a Saturday night, more so lately with it being tourist season. As you ran, bumping shoulders with strangers every now and then, you kept looking behind you, breathing heavily but with a wide smile on your face. Probably the only indicator to the people around you that you weren’t running away from any danger, for you anyway. 

You had finally made it to the pier's entrance, which was a little less crowded, only occupied by the people just arriving to the pier for the first time that night. You took a sharp turn left, looking behind you one last time before you dipped into an alleyway, crouching down to catch your breath. Once your heavy breathing was settled, you stood again, taking light, cautious steps to peek around the corner to look into the crowd of people. Examining everyone, looking for a familiar face. 

“Boo.” He whispered in your ear.

You jumped, spinning quickly, to face your "attacker.”

“God dammit, Dwayne!” You let out a breathy laugh as you smacked his shoulder. 

He chuckled, letting his hands rest on your hips as he pushed you against the wall, leaning down so he was at eye level with you. 

“You should’ve seen your face, baby.” His laugh dies down as he shows you his interpretation of what you looked like. 

You roll your eyes at him as you fail at pushing him away from you. He stands firm in his spot in front of you, taking a step closer, trapping you between him and the wall even more. 

“I caught you, baby. What’s my prize?” He asks, licking his lips.

“I don’t know, handsome. What do you think you’ve earned?” You tease him in a sultry voice.

You bring a hand to rest at his chest, guiding it down his torso slowly as your other hand tangles itself into his hair, pulling him down to you. He smirks at the implications, your hand lightly tugging at his belt, your lips just centimeters from his own. You pull at his hair gently, earning a low groan from him as he moves his hands from your hips to your face so he can guide you to finally lean in for a kiss. You smirked, silently thanking him for his impatience as he no longer has you pinned to the wall with his own force. 

You take this opportunity to escape; you reach up to grab his hands, pecking his lips quickly before removing his hands from your face, pushing him again, and succeeding in throwing him off balance as you dart back into the sea of people. Your laugh is lost in the breeze as you try and make your great escape. He huffs out a laugh as he shakes his head, unmoving, allowing you to get another thirty-second head start before he inevitably finds you again. 

You hadn’t been running long before spotting your familiar group of bikers, picking up speed as you ran behind Paul, clutching at his leather jacket and pulling him against you as hard as you could to use him as a much-needed shield. He grunts at the impact, losing his balance and stumbling back into you, causing you to stumble backwards as well. Your back hits the railing of the pier as Paul's weight digs into you, causing you to groan, your eyes squeezed shut at the discomfort. You try pushing him up off you, hoping that will help him gain his balance again, at least enough so he can get off. 

Moments later, Paul’s body weight is no longer on you but replaced with a pair of familiar hands finding their way to your hips yet again.

”Gotcha.” He smirks.

You look up at him, a laugh escaping you as your arms wrap around his neck, bringing him down for a quick yet passionate kiss. In the background, you can hear Marko let out a gag, a dopey smile on his face as he stares at the two lovebirds. 

“Now that you both are done playing cat and mouse, can we finally go and find something to eat?” Paul asks, shoving Dwayne’s head as he walks past him, heading to his bike.

Dwayne swats at him, but he was already out of reach. 

“Yeah, seriously! I’m starving.” Marko adds in.

David chuckles as he shakes his head at the other two blondes, revving up his bike to start leading the pack. Dwayne takes your hand, leading you to his bike, hoping on before giving you his arm to keep you steady as you throw your leg over to hop on behind him. David is already riding away when Dwayne starts up his bike, revving it a few times before kicking up the kickstand.

”You two slowpokes coming or what?” He teases the two as he rides off to catch up with David. 

“What the fuck?”

“No fair!” 

Paul and Marko exclaim in unison, revving up their bikes to make sure they don’t fall too far behind them. The duo catches up, one on either side of Dwayne, kicking their legs out in a poor attempt at trying to get him off balance. 

“Hey! Hey! Watch it!” He yells, feigning irritation. “I’ve got fragile goods on board, fellas!” He whoops.

You laugh at the boy's antics, squeezing Dwayne tighter. You know they would never actually do anything to put you in any danger, and you knew Dwayne would never let them, but a little extra security never hurt anybody. You all spent the rest of the night riding around, scoping out your next victims, feasting, and getting into a little more havoc around town before deciding to turn in for the night. The sun was slowly coming up the horizon when you all made it back to the cave, and that was all you needed to see before a long yawn escaped your mouth. 

The five of you entered the cave, Marko and Paul still whooping and being loud, getting out the last of their energy as David made his way straight to their room. You had dragged Dwayne to a long-since abandoned room you’ve made your own for those nights you don’t want to hang upside down, passing Star and Laddie already cuddled up in their bed together. You shoot them a quiet goodnight, knowing you wouldn’t get a response but doing it out of habit for those nights you stay in with them. 

The minute you enter your room, you plop down onto the bed, kicking your shoes off as you turn to your side, ready to cuddle into Dwayne once he joins you in the bed after removing his boots and jacket. He finally plops down next to you, your arms immediately finding their way around his waist, pulling him as close to you as you can.

”Night, baby.” You say, giving a chaste kiss to his neck.

”Night, pretty girl.” He says back, leaving a kiss on the top of your head.

The two of you lay together peacefully before falling into a cohesive slumber, ready to sleep through the day to see what trouble you could bring tomorrow. 

[mustainegf]

can you do like a cowboy James and the girl is flirting with him and she steals his hat and he jokes around saying she can show him how good of a cowgirl she is and she rides him with the hat on (praise kink too pls)

I crawled into James' lap, who was sitting comfortably on the couch. He smiled as I sat on him, his eyes devouring me.

"Hey, sweet thing," James sighed softly, his hands finding my waist. Without I moments notice, I grabbed the brim of his cowboy hat, shifting it onto my own head teasingly.

He barked out a laugh. "Careful there. That hat is important to me." He laughed. "Oh really? And if I don't give it back?" I asked innocently. His smile fell for a moment before his face lit up again.

"Why don't you show me what a good cowgirl you are then" he said slowly, smirking at me as if daring me to take the bait.

"Mmm I bet you'd like that, huh?" I purred tipping the hat up just slightly as my hips began to grind over his groin.

"You're killing me here, love," he growled, trying to tug the hat off my head. I swerved my head with a smirk. "Come on, ride me, cowgirl," he said with a smirk, kissing down my jaw.

His words ignited something deep within me and I found myself reaching behind me for the hem of my tank top. As I lifted it over my head, I felt his fingers skimming my nipples.

"This hat isn't going anywhere but right where it is, cowboy." I grinned as he watched me shimmy out of my denim shorts.

"Show me you deserve to wear it, yeah?" He teased, pulling off his white tee shirt.

I watched, helping him unbuckle his belt and shove his jeans and boxers down to his ankles.

Fuck, his dick looked good, standing straight in attention. Precum was already beading on his tip.

I reached for his erection, rubbing in the small bit of cum onto his member, stroking him gently.

I softly kissed his neck. Both of us were completely nude except for his hat on my head. While I jerked him off, he reached his fingers to my heat, sliding them through my wet folds.

A soft moan escaped my lips as his thumb found my clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with ease. "Do you want my dick?"

I nodded quickly, lifting my hips and lining his tip with my cunt.

I heard his sharp intake of breath as his head slid in and he sheathed himself inside of me in one smooth stroke. I threw my head back, letting the cool air hit my face while he thrust into me hard and fast.

"Fuuuck yes!" I shouted as his hands gripped my waist, his hips slamming against mine. My legs began to shake from the strength of his pace.

"That's it, now ride me like the dirty little cowgirl you are," he nodded, his eyes fixated on my bouncing breasts.

I forced my hips up and down, riding him as he requested.

The slight change had him cursing loudly, his fingers clutching my thighs tighter. I let my head fall back, my ponytail swaying around as I rode him even harder. "Ah, god, fuck, baby!"

"Sooo good... such a good girl," he groaned, his head falling back while his fingers dug into my hips.

With each up and down movement, I could feel his balls tighten and draw closer to the base of his shaft. "Come on, come on, come on," he chanted as he lifted my hips higher on his cock.

"That's it, take it like the goodgirl you are," he panted, completely breathless.

I took a deep breath, my walls squeezing his shaft, milking every drop from him. "Oh, Christ! Baby, that's it!" he roared, his arms tightening around my waist.

He pulled me to him, his face burying in my boobs.

He thrusted a few more times until we were both cumming.

James Held me still as I shook and whined. "That's it, breathe..." he huffed, stilling inside of me.

After a few moments, I opened my eyes to see him staring at me in awe. I smiled, knowing I had pleased him. "You really are something special, baby," he whispered, kissing me softly.

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

I’m Still Standing.

masterlist || ask me anything <3

author's note - this concept came into my head really randomly and it’s the most angsty thing i’ve ever written on this account, so i hope it’s good for you all!!

please understand that i’m not trying to portray harry’s fans as people who would laugh about scars, i made this up so it would fit the outlook for the story.

word count - 6.8k

in which, you and harry first met when you auditioned to be a member of his love band, since then, your relationship has only just got better, friends turned to best friends and best friends slowly morphed into lovers. it was definitely love at first sight. but in december of 2022, you were the victim of an accidental road injury, you were hit by a car. it took a long time for you to recover, your fiance tried to cancel the shows so that he could care for you but you didn't want him to miss anything, so whilst he toured oceania and asia, you stayed home. june, 2023 was when you thought you were ready to appear on stage again, but that all takes a turn for the worst when some fans make some nasty remarks, but harry's quick to remind you, that you're still standing better than you ever did.

trigger warnings - mentions of panic attacks and car accidents, mentions of scars and hospital terms, mentions of mental health and body dysmorphia.

You stand backstage, your fingers nervously strumming the strings of your guitar, trying to get it into tune. This audition for Harry Styles' tour band feels like the culmination of all your hard work and dedication. 

The stakes are high, and the nerves threaten to consume you.

You didn’t really know what you were doing there, your mother had recorded you playing your guitar in front of your dog Monty and had posted it on her facebook, loads of people saw it and that was when you got an email from Columbia Records requesting that you come in for an audition, apparently Mr. Styles was looking for someone to join his band for his 2018, Live On Tour, tour.

To say you were nervous would definitely be an understatement, your hands were shaking and you didn’t really know how to stop them from doing it.

Just as doubt starts to creep in, the sound of the door creaking open catches your attention. 

Your eyes go wide when you turn around and there he is, Harry Styles himself, leaning casually against the doorframe with that captivating smile on his face.

He was wearing a black loose fitted shirt, with flamingos adorned over the material, the buttons not fully done up so you could see the tips of his swallow tattoos peaking through, his legs were fitted with a pair of beige trousers and some yellow loafers attached to his feet.

He looked good.

"Hey there," he says in his velvety voice, his eyes twinkling with warmth. "You must be the talented guitarist I've been hearing so much about."

For some reason, your breath caught in your throat, resulting in you losing the ability to respond back to him.

Your heart skips a beat, and you struggle to find your voice. "Uh, yeah, that's me. I'm a big fan, by the way."

Way to embarrass yourself, (Y/N).

Harry chuckles, his laughter like music to your ears. "Well, I'm flattered. But remember, I'm just a guy with a few decent songs. No need to be nervous."

A few decent songs, he definitely needed to be humbled. His songs were like going to space, beautiful and rare, there was hardly any music like his nowadays.

His words instantly put you at ease, a wave of relief washing over you. You offer a shy smile and respond, "Thanks, Mr. Styles. I needed that."

He steps closer, his eyes fixated on your guitar. "Mind if I take a look?"

Harry Styles wanted to hold your guitar.

Harry Styles, heartthrob, wanted to hold your guitar, how could you ever say not to that.

Control yourself.

You nod and hand him the instrument, your fingers lightly brushing against his. Call it cliche, but a jolt of electricity shoots through you, and you can't help but blush. 

Harry strums a few chords, effortlessly coaxing a beautiful melody from the strings.

"Sounds fantastic," Harry remarks, returning the guitar to your waiting hands. "I think you're going to fit right in."

Your confidence begins to soar as Harry's charm wraps around you like a warm embrace. The audition becomes less daunting with every word he speaks, his encouragement laced with playful banter.

"So, do you always have this effect on musicians?" you tease, a twinkle in your eye.

Harry smirks, leaning in closer. "Only the ones who make my heart skip a beat."

Your breath once again caught, you made his heart skip a beat?

His words catch you off guard, and your cheeks flush with a mix of surprise and excitement. You try to maintain your composure, but deep down, you can't deny the flutter of anticipation building within you.

He was really good looking.

You didn’t even know that you were auditioning until the audition progressed, your fingers gliding effortlessly across the strings, the music resonating with every fiber of your being. Harry's presence fuels your performance, his voice blending seamlessly with your guitar, creating a harmonious masterpiece. It's as if you've been playing together for years.

Maybe that was how it was supposed to be.

In between your audition, Harry flashes you a sly grin and quips, "You know, if you keep playing like that, I might just fall head over heels for you."

You blushed once again.

Your heart skips a beat, and you laugh nervously, attempting to hide the blush that creeps up your neck. "I think I'd be okay with that."

Did you really just say that?

The air in the room crackles with a charged energy, and you find yourself lost in a dance of music and flirtation. Each note you play is a secret message, a longing that speaks louder than words. And in Harry's eyes, you catch glimpses of a shared desire.

By the time you reach the final chords, the room erupts in applause. Harry rises from his seat, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You were incredible," he says, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "I'd love for you to join the tour."

I’m sorry, what?!

You can hardly believe your ears. The moment you've been dreaming of is here. With a wide smile, you respond, "I'd be honored, Mr. Styles."

He reaches out, his hand finding yours, and pulls you into a warm embrace. As his arms encircle you, you can't help but notice the racing of your heart and the way his touch sends a surge of electricity through your veins. The world around you fades into the background, and all that exists in this moment is the two of you, entangled in a moment of undeniable connection.

Harry's voice, barely above a whisper, caresses your ear. "Welcome to the band, love."

You lean back slightly, looking into his eyes, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty swirling within you. The unspoken tension between you is palpable, and you find yourself wondering if Harry feels the same magnetic pull that you do.

Maybe you were just imagining it.

As you break from the embrace, a mischievous smile tugs at the corners of Harry's lips. "I must admit, there's a part of me that's relieved you're joining the band. I wouldn't want to miss out on the opportunity to get to know you better."

Your heart skips a beat for about the millionth time that day, the words hanging in the air, heavy with unspoken possibilities. A playful glint dances in his eyes, and you find yourself being drawn closer to him, your bodies now only inches apart.

"Getting to know you better sounds like a delightful prospect," you reply, your voice laced with a mixture of anticipation and curiosity.

Harry leans in, his voice a seductive murmur. "Maybe we could grab a drink after rehearsal? I'd love to hear more about the person behind that incredible talent."

A rush of warmth floods through you, and you nod eagerly. "That sounds perfect."  

That was just over three months ago.

So far, you were rehearsing for his first tour as a solo member and things had been going great. You had met Sarah, Mitch, Clare and Adam five days after your audition and instantly got along with the two of them, calling them your best friends within two weeks of knowing them.

As for Harry, things were definitely starting to get better with the two of you. If you seemed to be having a bad day, he would find a way to put a smile on your face. He was cute like that.

As you join the band and embark on rehearsals, Harry's presence continues to fill you with a sense of comfort and confidence. His playful banter and infectious laughter become the soundtrack to your journey together.

During breaks, you steal stolen glances, your eyes locking and holding for longer than necessary. The air brims with unspoken tension, each encounter tinged with the promise of something more.

One evening, after an intense rehearsal, Harry takes you aside, his eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. 

"I've been thinking about us, you know," he admits, his voice filled with honesty. "There's something between us, something I can't ignore."

You weren’t sure you could ignore it for much longer either.

Your heart pounds in your chest, your own feelings echoing his words. "I feel it too, Harry. It's like we've found a connection that's hard to put into words."

He steps closer, his hand reaching up to gently brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "Would it be too forward of me to say that I'm falling for you? That being around you makes everything feel right?"

No…never.

A smile tugs at your lips, your heart soaring with newfound courage. "It wouldn't be too forward at all, Harry. I'm falling for you too."

In that moment, the world around you fades away once again. It's just the two of you, standing in the quiet embrace of a shared revelation. And as your lips meet in a tender, passionate kiss, you know that this journey—this tour with Harry Styles—will be more than just a musical experience. It will be a love story for the ages, where the strings of your guitar intertwine with the strings of your hearts, creating a melody that will resonate long after the final notes have faded.

You had finally found the one.

Five years.

Five years you had been in a relationship with Harry and during those five years, the relationship between the two of you had done nothing but flourish.

On your anniversary in 2020, he proposed to you. He got down on one knee in your shared London house and there was no doubt that you were going to say yes.

You adored the man with every fiber of your body.

You find yourself sitting on the cosy couch in your shared hotel in Werchter, Belgium, a gentle warmth filling the room. Your fingers trace absent-minded patterns on the fabric of the blanket thrown over your lower body, keeping you warm as you let your mind wander, reflecting on the journey that has brought you to this very moment.

You cautiously cross the road, anticipation pulsating through your veins as you head towards the café to meet your boyfriend.  The air is crisp, carrying a hint of autumn's arrival, and the city buzzes with its usual energy.

The road was safe when you crossed, until it wasn’t.

In the midst of the bustling crowd, a danger lurks, unseen and unforgiving. 

A drunk driver, his senses impaired, careens towards you without warning. Time slows down, and your instincts kick in, desperately trying to avoid the inevitable collision.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you attempt to evade the oncoming car, but the impact is inevitable. 

Pain sears through your body as you're flung through the air, crashing onto the unforgiving pavement. The world spins, and darkness descends upon you like a heavy curtain.

Inside the café, Harry sits near the window, a cup of untouched coffee growing cold before him. As he waits, a knot of anxiety tightens in his stomach. Suddenly, the tranquility of the moment shatters, and his gaze is drawn to the horrific scene unfolding just outside.

That’s when he sees you.

Time slows to a torturous crawl as Harry's eyes widen in disbelief. He watches in helpless horror as the car strikes you, his heart pounding in his ears. With a mix of disbelief and raw emotion, he stumbles out of his seat, knocking over his chair in the process.

His voice trembles as he shouts your name, the desperation and anguish evident in his cries. "No! Oh God, no! Somebody help! Call an ambulance!"

Passersby freeze, their eyes widening in shock as they witness the aftermath of the accident. Harry's voice breaks, the weight of the situation crashing down upon him. He drops to his knees beside your motionless body, trembling fingers reaching out to touch your cold skin.

Tears blur his vision as he cradles your face, his voice choked with pain. "Please, wake up…(Y/N)... Don't leave me like this, m’angel… I can't lose you."

Amidst the chaos, someone steps forward, dialing emergency services and relaying the dire situation. The sound of sirens grows closer, a faint glimmer of hope in the midst of despair.

As paramedics arrive on the scene, Harry is forced to release his grip on you, not without giving a fight, another paramedic holds him back, running soft circles onto him as his hands shake uncontrollably. He watches, a mix of fear and agony etched on his face, as they work to stabilize your fragile form.

His heart shatters with each passing second that lacks a sign of life. He whispers desperate prayers into the void, his voice trembling with emotion. "Please, don't take her away from me...I can’t…I can't live without….her…"

Finally, a flicker of movement, a gasp of breath escapes your lips. Harry's eyes widen in disbelief, his heart surging with a renewed sense of hope. "She's breathing…she’s breathing, you saw that…right?!" he exclaims, his voice filled with equal parts relief and disbelief.

As the paramedics prepare to transport you to the hospital, Harry is forced to release his grip on your hand, his gaze filled with a mix of longing and determination. 

"I'll be right behind you," he promises, his voice steady with resolve.

Alone in the hospital waiting room, Harry paces anxiously, his mind clouded with thoughts of what could have been lost. He replays the accident over and over in his mind, tormented by the what-ifs that haunt him.

He had been waiting just over an hour and half for someone to come and talk to him. Give him an update on what was going on with you.

Hours stretch into an agonizing eternity as he clings to the faint hope that you will recover. The sterile hospital walls offer no solace, and he finds himself retracing the steps that led you both to this point, questioning the fragility of life and the unpredictable turns it can take.

Finally, a weary doctor emerges from behind the double doors, his expression a mix of weariness and cautious optimism. Harry's heart lurches in his chest as he rushes towards the doctor, desperation etched on his face.

"How is she? Is she going to be alright?" Harry's voice trembles with a mix of fear and longing, his hands clenched into tight fists.

You needed to be okay.

The doctor meets Harry's gaze, his eyes filled with compassion. "She's stable now. It was a close call, but she's a fighter. She sustained some serious injuries, but we're doing everything we can to help her recover."

Relief washes over Harry, but it's quickly replaced by a wave of guilt. He clenches his jaw, his voice strained. "I should have been there to protect her. I should have... I should have done something."

The doctor places a reassuring hand on Harry's shoulder. "Accidents happen, and it's not your fault. What matters now is supporting her through her recovery."

Harry nods, a mixture of determination and guilt playing across his features. "I'll be there for her. Every step of the way."

Days blend into nights as Harry sits vigil by your bedside, his fingers tracing the contours of your hand, desperate for any sign of improvement. The beeping machines and sterile hospital environment become your temporary reality, a stark contrast to the vibrant world you both once knew.

He called his mother about what happened to you and she and Gemma took the first flight to Los Angeles, so they could support not only you but him as well.

They forced him to go home and change his clothes, promising to call him if there was any news.

Sarah, Clare, Mitch, Adam and Jeff and Glenne were by your bedside as much as they could be but with there busy schedules it made it harder for them to be there.

In moments of silence, Harry finds solace in sharing memories of your love and laughter, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and longing. He whispers words of encouragement and love, as if the sheer force of his devotion could bring you back to consciousness.

And then, one day, a miracle unfolds. Your eyes flutter open, and for a moment, confusion clouds your gaze. But as you take in the sight of Harry, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, recognition dawns, and a feeble smile graces your lips.

"I'm here, love. You're going to be okay," Harry whispers, his voice laced with relief. He brushes a gentle hand against your cheek, his touch a testament to his unwavering love and devotion.

A month into your recovery, was when Harry finally realised just how bad the whole ordeal was affecting you.

Harry arrives home from grocery shopping, his arms laden with bags filled with fresh produce and essentials. He enters the bedroom, expecting to find you in your usual spot, engrossed in a book or working on a project. But what he sees stops him in his tracks.

There you sit, in your wheelchair, wearing nothing but a sports bra and shorts. Your eyes are fixed on the floor-length mirror before you, your gaze filled with a mix of vulnerability and frustration. Harry's heart skips a beat at the sight, his instinct to protect and comfort you kicking into high gear.

His eyes never leave your form in the mirror. With a deep breath, he approaches you, his voice soft and filled with love. "Hey, beautiful. What's on your mind?"

You startle at his voice, a mixture of embarrassment and sadness crossing your face. "Harry, look at me. I can't stand on my own. I feel so... broken."

You were struggling, really fucking struggling.

Harry kneels down beside you, his hands gently grasping yours. His gaze meets yours in the mirror, his voice filled with determination. "But look at everything you've overcome. You've faced unimaginable challenges, and yet here you are, still standing."

Tears well up in your eyes, a mixture of gratitude and self-doubt coursing through your veins. "I don't always feel strong, Harry. Sometimes, I feel defeated by my own body."

Harry's thumb strokes the back of your hand in a soothing motion. "I know it's not easy, and it's okay to have moments of doubt. But remember, you're not defined by what you can or can't do physically. Your strength shines through in countless other ways."

His words resonate within you, a glimmer of hope flickering in the depths of your soul. You take a deep breath, allowing his words to wash over you. "I guess... I just miss feeling independent, like I used to."

Harry's eyes never leave yours, his voice filled with unwavering support. "You are independent, love. It may look different now, but that doesn't diminish your spirit or your worth. Remember the chorus of that song by Elton John? 'I'm still standing, yeah yeah yeah.'"

That was the song that was getting you through the hard days, the lyrics of the song reminded you that even though you had been through hell and back, you were in fact still standing.

A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips as the lyrics echo in your mind. You meet Harry's gaze, a flicker of determination in your eyes. "You're right. I'm still standing, and I won't let this define me."

Harry's face lights up with pride, his voice brimming with admiration. "That's my girl. Together, we'll face anything that comes our way. We'll rewrite the rules and show the world just how resilient we are."

You lean into him, finding solace in his embrace. In his arms, you feel a renewed sense of strength and acceptance. With Harry by your side, you know that you'll navigate this journey together, overcoming obstacles with unwavering love and unwavering determination.

As the echoes of Elton John's lyrics fade into the air, you realize that standing on your own two feet is not just about physical ability. It's about resilience, love, and the unwavering spirit that resides within. And together, you and Harry are an unbreakable force, ready to face any challenge that comes your way, still standing.

Memories of the accident resurface, the one that left you with a broken leg, a few broken ribs, and scars that tell a story of resilience and strength. The pain you endured during those days in the hospital, the grueling physical therapy sessions, and the long road to recovery—all of it has shaped you into the person you are today.

The accident left you with a lot of scars and sometimes, you didn’t like how they were on your body, you didn’t want them, you shouldn’t have had them in the first place had it not been for the drunk driver that had struck you.

One time, Harry had caught you sitting in the wheelchair the hospital provided you with and was sitting in front of the floor length mirror, eyes wet and feeling disgusted with the way your body now looked.

Lost in your thoughts, you feel a comforting presence beside you. Your fiancé, the person who has been your rock throughout this entire journey, sits down, his eyes filled with love and concern.

"What's on your mind, love?" Harry asks gently, their voice laced with a mixture of tenderness and curiosity.

You take a deep breath, gathering the courage to share your thoughts. "I've been thinking a lot about everything that's happened, about how far I've come since the accident. The fear I had of losing my ability to play the guitar, to perform on stage, has slowly transformed into a burning desire to reclaim what I love."

Your fiancé listens intently, their hand finding yours, providing a comforting anchor in the depths of your vulnerability.

"I think I'm ready," you continue, your voice filled with determination. "I'm ready to join you back on tour as your guitarist. I want to step back into the spotlight, to feel the exhilaration of playing for a crowd again."

A flicker of excitement dances in their eyes as they take in your words. "Are you sure, love? I mean, I've seen your strength and resilience, but I want to make sure you're ready for the demands and challenges of touring."

You had thought it over. So many times, you kissed touring with him and not being on stage with him in what felt like forever, you just wanted a little bit or norm back in your life.

You smile, your gaze meeting theirs. "I am sure. The accident made me realize that life is too short to let fear hold me back. I want to embrace every opportunity that comes my way, and being on stage with you is the greatest opportunity of all."

Your fiancé's face lights up with a mixture of pride and love. "I've always believed in you, in your talent and your unwavering spirit. I can't express how happy I am to hear you say this."

Their words fill your heart with warmth, and you lean in, your forehead resting against theirs. "I couldn't have done it without your love and support. You've been my rock, my inspiration. And now, it's time for us to conquer the stage together."

24th June, 2023.

The day you would be back on stage, and reclaiming your spot next to Mitch as Harry’s guitarists.

As you stand before the mirror in the dressing room, your heart pounds with a mix of excitement and apprehension. It's been seven long months since the accident, the incident that left you scarred physically and emotionally. But tonight, you're stepping back onto the stage alongside your fiancé, the incredibly talented man that held your heart captive.

You peel off your clothes, revealing the remnants of the past—a tapestry of scars that litter your body. Each mark tells a story, a chapter of pain and healing. Your fingers trace the scars delicately, memories flooding back with each touch.

Your fingertips glide over the long, jagged scar on your stomach, a reminder of the surgery that saved your life. It stretches across your abdomen, a visible testament to the fragility of existence. You can still recall the sterile scent of the hospital, the sensation of being under anaesthesia, and the sound of the surgeon's voice assuring you that everything would be alright.

As you trace the path of the scar, tears well up in your eyes. The emotions overwhelm you—the fear, the vulnerability, the gratitude for being alive. You hastily wipe away the tears, refusing to let them consume you. You don't want Harry to see you like this—fragile, still grappling with the remnants of the accident.

Taking a deep breath, you collect yourself and begin to change into the performance outfit meticulously chosen for tonight's show. With each article of clothing, you shed the emotional weight and don a cloak of resilience.

But it's not just the scar on your stomach that serves as a reminder. Your fingers move upward, skimming over the faint marks on your chest. They are the remnants of broken ribs, the physical proof of the impact that threatened to shatter your entire being.

As your fingers dance across the scars, a mixture of emotions swirls within you. You remember the excruciating pain that radiated through your chest, making each breath a struggle. The nights spent gasping for air, wondering if you would ever be able to play guitar again. And yet, here you are, on the verge of reclaiming that stage.

When you finally emerge from the room, you plaster a smile on your face, determined to project confidence. Harry turns to you, his eyes lighting up as he takes in your appearance.

"Hey, love, you look absolutely stunning!" he exclaims, wrapping you in a warm embrace.

You glanced down at what you were wearing, nodding softly. You had decided to wear short sleeves tonight due to the humidity of the Belgian air and had gotten Elin and Madi to cover up the scars on your arms with foundation, if you had to get through this performance tonight without a hitch, you needed to make sure the fans didn’t see the state of your arms.

It wasn’t second nature to the fans and the world that you had been the victim of a car accident, paps had eaten the story up and it wasn’t long before the world were all feeling sorry for you, and telling you ‘get well soon.’

It wasn’t second nature that the fans knew you and Harry were in a relationship. They were happy for him, some fans weren’t, some were bitter but the majority were kind hearted.

The fans knew not to expect you to be on stage for a while, they liked your replacement , you just hoped they didn’t resent you for reclaiming your spot.

"Thank you," you reply, your voice tinged with a hint of nerves. "I'm so excited to perform with you again, sweet boy. It's been too long."

Harry nods, his eyes filled with adoration. "I've missed having you by my side on stage, baby. Tonight is going to be incredible."

When you first walked onto the stage with the rest of the band, the crowd cheered, happy to see you back.

You wanted to perform at Wembley when he was there but the 90,000 people just made your nerves too hard to get rid of.

It had gotten to the part of the show where Harry introduced the band helping him perform tonight.

The crowd erupts into thunderous applause, their cheers blending with the pounding of your heart.

Harry steps forward, his charm radiating as he takes hold of the microphone. "Thank you all so much!" he exclaims, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. "Tonight has been incredible, and I want to take a moment to introduce you to the extraordinary people who make this show possible."

The spotlight shifts, illuminating each member of the band in turn as Harry introduces them, acknowledging their talent and contributions. The crowd roars with approval, showing their love and appreciation for the musicians who have taken them on this unforgettable journey.

"And last, but certainly not least," Harry says, his eyes glimmering with affection as he turns toward you, "I want to welcome someone very special back to the stage tonight. Please give a round of applause for my incredible fiancée, who's been through so much and is now here, shining brighter than ever. Welcome back, (Y/N)!"

The crowd erupts into thunderous applause once again, their cheers echoing throughout the venue. The sound washes over you, filling you with warmth and a renewed sense of purpose. Harry walks over to you, his smile radiant as he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek.

"I'm so proud of you, love," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the roaring crowd. "You're incredible."

Touched by his words and the overwhelming support of the crowd, you turn to face the audience, a beaming smile adorning your face. You raise a hand in gratitude, acknowledging their cheers and the immense love they've shown.

The performance took a turn for the worst when Harry was performing Matilda.

As Harry takes the centre stage, his voice resonates through the venue, captivating the crowd with his heartfelt rendition of "Matilda." You stand beside him, shoulder to shoulder with Sarah, Madi, and Elin, proud to be part of his performance.

However, as the heat intensifies under the stage lights, the foundation covering the scars on your arms begins to melt away, slowly revealing the marks beneath. Unbeknownst to you, a group of fans standing in the front row notices the scars and begins to snicker and laugh, their insensitivity cutting through the air.

Caught off guard, you glance down at your arms, now exposed for all to see. Shame washes over you, accompanied by a deep sense of vulnerability. The laughter echoes in your ears, a cruel reminder of the pain you carry on a daily basis.

The song concludes, and as you go to step back, picking up your guitar, tears well up in your eyes. The weight of their laughter presses heavily on your heart, and without a second thought, you bolt offstage, seeking solace in the privacy of the dressing room.

You stumble through the corridors, your vision blurred by tears. Jeff, who was standing on the side stage, attempted to touch your arm and see if he could do anything but you bolted straight past him, too upset to even attempt to speak.

Finally, you reach the dressing room, the door becoming a barrier between you and the outside world. You lock it behind you, the sound of the latch giving you a brief sense of security.

Collapsing onto a chaise lounge, sobs wrack your body as you struggle to catch your breath. The pain of their laughter reverberates through you, and the scars that you've worked so hard to embrace now feel like glaring flaws. In this moment of despair, you feel utterly alone.

Through your tear-stained face, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The scars etched on your arms serve as a painful reminder of the journey you've travelled—a journey that has tested your resilience and strength. But at this moment, they seem to mock you, amplifying your vulnerability.

You don’t know how long you were sitting there.

But the panic that has gripped your chest refuses to subside, and the air feels thin, suffocating.

Amidst your distress, you hear Harry's desperate pleas from the other side of the door, his voice filled with concern and love.

"Please, love," he implores, his voice cracking. "Let me in. I need to be with you. I can't bear to see you like this."

You find it difficult to think, your mind clouded by fear and self-doubt. Harry's words echo in your ears, but a part of you hesitates, questioning whether you should expose him to your vulnerable state.

Yet, Harry persists, his voice growing more desperate with each passing moment.

"Please, just open the door," he pleads again. "I'll do anything to make this better. Just let me in."

As the minutes stretch on, your panic intensifies. The room feels smaller, the air heavier, and you begin to scratch at your arms, hoping to erase the scars that have become a constant reminder of your pain. The act is born out of frustration, a desperate attempt to regain control over your emotions.

But the more you scratch, the more the scars stand out against your skin, marking the battles you've fought and the strength you've shown. The pain intensifies, both physical and emotional, and your nails dig deeper into your flesh.

Finally, Harry's voice breaks through the chaos in your mind.

"Love, please," he pleads once more. "I can't stand being separated from you like this. Please, open the door."

His words penetrate your fog of panic, stirring a flicker of clarity within you. You realise that shutting him out would only deepen the isolation you feel. With trembling hands, you reach for the lock, slowly turning it until the latch clicks, allowing Harry to step into the room.

Harry rushes toward you, his eyes wide with worry, and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. Your breath hitches as he embraces you, his warmth and steady heartbeat serving as an anchor amidst the storm raging inside you.

But as the panic continues to surge, your scratching becomes more frantic, fueled by the desperation to rid yourself of the scars. Harry's eyes widen as he notices your self-destructive actions, his heart aching at the sight.

"Stop, love," Harry pleads, his voice filled with a mix of concern and determination. He gently grasps your hands, restraining them from causing further harm. "Please, you don't need to do this. Your scars don't define you. They are a testament to your strength and resilience."

Tears stream down your face as you struggle to find your voice amidst the overwhelming emotions.

"Harry," you manage to whisper, your voice trembling, "the fans... they laughed at me. I feel so exposed, so broken."

Harry's hold on you tightens, his voice filled with unwavering support. "Love, never forget what Elton John said in 'I'm Still Standing.' 'I'm still standing after all this time.' We've faced adversity together, and we've triumphed. We won't let their laughter dim your light."

His words wash over you, reminding you of the battles you've fought, the hurdles you've overcome. In that moment, you realise that their laughter, though painful, is a reflection of their ignorance, not your worth.

As Harry's arms enfold you, a newfound resolve begins to take hold. You slowly cease

Your frantic scratching, your nails no longer leaving trails of desperation on your skin. Instead, you allow Harry's touch to calm you, to remind you that you are not alone in this struggle.

As you gradually regain control of your breath, Harry's soothing voice fills the room once again. "You are beautiful, inside and out," he assures you. "Those scars are a part of your journey, a testament to the strength that resides within you. They are not something to be ashamed of."

With each word, the weight of the fans' laughter begins to lift, replaced by a growing sense of self-acceptance. You realise that their cruel taunts are not a reflection of your worth but a testament to their own insecurities and ignorance.

In that moment of revelation, you look into Harry's eyes, finding solace in his unwavering gaze. He pulls you closer, his embrace a shield against the world's judgments.

"You are loved," he whispers, his voice filled with conviction. "By me, by your fans, by all those who see the incredible person you are."

After the storm of emotions, Harry guides you to rest your head on his lap, finding comfort in his presence. He senses your need for warmth and reaches for a soft blanket that carries his familiar scent. As he carefully drapes it over your body, you feel an instant sense of security, as if his love and protection have enveloped you.

Harry pulls out his phone, his brow furrowed with concern. He dials Jeff's number, his voice steady but laced with an undertone of worry.

"Jeff, mate," he begins, "I need to talk to you. We can't continue with the show right now. (Y/N)s head is in a bad place, and she needs me here with her."

You hated letting the fans down as much as Harry did, but right now, you needed him, you needed him more than anything right now.

As he speaks, his free hand finds its way to your hair, his fingers gently running through the strands. The soothing motion sends waves of comfort through your body, easing the tension that had gripped your soul.

There's a brief pause as Jeff responds on the other end of the line. Harry's voice grows firmer as he continues, his protective instincts kicking in. "I know, Jeff, but she's my priority. We can't push her right now. She needs time and space to heal. I hope you understand."

You feel the weight of his determination, his unwavering commitment to your well-being. His words, spoken with conviction, serve as a reminder that you are not alone in this battle.

As the conversation with Jeff continues, your body begins to relax, the exhaustion of the emotional rollercoaster setting in. Harry's touch and his voice lull you into a state of tranquillity, your eyelids growing heavy.

You listen to Harry's voice, a mix of concern and reassurance, as he explains the situation to Jeff. The sound of his voice becomes a soothing melody, guiding you towards much-needed rest. The world outside the dressing room fades away, and in that moment, it's just you and Harry, wrapped in a cocoon of love and understanding.

With Harry's presence anchoring you,drifting you into a peaceful slumber, your mind dances on the edge of consciousness. Harry's comforting presence lingers, filling the room with a sense of love and security. In the hazy realm between wakefulness and dreams, you hear his soft voice whispering.

"I love you," Harry murmurs, his words like a gentle caress against your skin. His declaration of love resonates deep within your heart, a reminder that you are cherished and adored.

In the quiet of the room, Harry's fingers trace the scars on your forearm from when you hit the ground and the skin collided with the concrete of the floor, resulting in a skin graft on both arms, with delicate reverence.

His touch is tender, his love evident in every stroke. With each pass of his fingers, you feel a mixture of vulnerability and acceptance, knowing that he sees beyond the scars and embraces every part of you.

Touched by his gesture, you shift slightly, gazing up at him through half-closed eyes. The love shining in his eyes mirrors the love you hold in your heart.

A smile tugs at the corners of your lips, and in a soft voice filled with gratitude, you whisper, "I love you too, Harry."

His lips curve into a gentle smile, and without hesitation, he leans down to press a loving kiss against the scars on your arms. The warmth of his lips against your skin sends a rush of emotions cascading through your veins—a blend of love, acceptance, and healing.

In that tender moment, you realise that Harry's love is not conditional. It extends far beyond the physical, embracing the entirety of who you are—scars and all. With his unwavering support, you find the strength to embrace your own journey, to let go of the pain inflicted by others' judgement.

As Harry's lips leave a trail of love and reassurance upon your scars, you feel a renewed sense of self-acceptance. You understand that love has the power to heal, to transcend the wounds of the past. With each kiss, Harry affirms that you are worthy of love and that your scars are a testament to your strength.

In the warmth of his embrace, you feel a newfound sense of peace settle within you. The doubts and insecurities that plagued your mind are replaced with a quiet confidence, knowing that you are loved unconditionally.

One thing was for sure though.

Just like the legend that is Elton John Said:

I’m Still Standing.

In fact you were standing better than you ever had, with the support of friends and family and the one man you don’t think you could ever stop loving.

You were starting to look like a true survivor, and not so much a little kid when you got overwhelmed looking at the scars on your arms from the impact of the accident.

“I’m Still Standing…” you whispered , voice slightly scratchy.

Harry smiled, letting out a small sniffle, “— yeah you are baby…yeah you are.”