#my perfect perfect angel 💔

[baisemains]

summer haze

sydney adamu x gn!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: weed, lots of kissing, suggestive themes, alluding to sex once, nothing crazy though

description: you and sydney wind down together after a long summer day.

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sydney adamu masterlist

It’s a warm summer night, and you and Sydney are hanging out on the fire escape of your apartment, smoking a joint.

She got home from the restaurant a little while ago and after taking a quick shower, she asked if you wanted to join her, and of course you agreed.

So here you were, Syd’s back pressed against your front, passing the weed back and forth while the speaker in your room was crooning out your smooth r&b playlist.

As she’s taking a drag, you take the opportunity to nuzzle your face into her neck, taking a deep breath in.

Syd’s scent was your favorite thing in the world, if you could bottle it up and carry it with you everywhere, you would.

She hears you loudly breathing her in and starts laughing, pushing you away slightly.

“You’re so freaky, you know that?”

“Mm, I like to think of it as enjoying the finer things in life,” you say, pulling her closer again, burying your face into the curve of her shoulder and neck, taking another deep breath.

She squirms in your arms as you press soft kisses against her skin, but relaxes back into you, reaching up to cup the back of your head, a smile dancing across her lips.

After a few more pecks to her shoulder, she turns around in your arms, gazing at you with a look that rivaled the sun.

But she was so much brighter.

“Come here.”

You obey her command and lean into her before feeling a hand on your chest, her lips only a breath away from yours.

Starting to whine in frustration, Syd bumps your nose with hers, chuckling at how easy it was to rile you up.

She takes a long drag and finally closes the gap between you two, your eyes fluttering shut as you feel the smoke enter your mouth and fill your lungs.

Her free hand moves up to cup your cheek, her touch like sparks dancing across your skin. The mix of smoke and Syd’s intoxicating scent has you feeling light-headed, and you lean further into her.

Your arm tightens around her waist, pulling her flush against you, and Syd moans into your mouth, the sound like music to your ears. Your hand starts to wander, tracing patterns across her back and hips, and you feel her shiver against you.

The two of you stay like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the feel of each other and not feeling the need to take it any further.

You’ve had sex while high on many occasions, but this wasn’t one of those times. You just wanted this moment to stretch for as long as possible.

Syd’s fingers brush against your jaw, her touch feather-light and yet enough to make your head spin. She breaks the kiss, her breath ghosting over your skin as she chuckles quietly.

“You’re so needy, you know that?” she teases, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

You grumble and retaliate by playfully biting her earlobe, and she yelps in surprise. “You love it, though,” you say, nipping at her throat.

She actually purrs at your words, nodding as you continue your gentle assault on her skin.

“Mmm, I really, really do.”

Before you know it, Syd is sliding onto your lap, lips on yours, gently moaning into your mouth.

You ever so slowly glide your tongue along her lower lip, feeling her smile as her tongue meets yours in a romantic dance, a satisfied sigh slipping out as they do.

You lose yourself in the sweet and slow rhythm of the kiss, your hands roaming across her body in a gentle, exploratory manner, leaving a trail of heat everywhere they touch.

Syd's touch is just as tender, her fingers tracing the dips and curves of your back, her nails scraping your skin lightly.

She lets out another soft sigh, her mouth moving away from yours to press heated kisses to your jaw, then your neck, and you tilt your head back, groaning lowly.

Feeling her teeth scrape that sensitive spot under your ear, you bite your lip as she starts suckling the skin there, the sensation being heightened by the weed.

Eventually she makes her way back up to your face, pecking your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, and finally, your bottom lip.

Feeling her back away, your eyes slowly open and meet her glazed ones, yours undoubtedly matching.

Syd smirks at the sight of your slightly dazed expression, and she gently cups your face again, her thumbs tracing lazy circles on your cheekbones.

Your eyes flutter shut of their own accord as you lean into her touch, a small, content smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“You’re so damn cute,” she murmurs, her voice low and raspy.

You crack open an eye and look up at her. “You’re one to talk,” you say, reaching up to tuck a stray braid behind her ear.

She laughs at that, leaning back to get off of you and stand up.

You protest with a whine, not wanting the moment to end so soon, but Syd just giggles and reaches down to tug you up.

“Let’s go lay down inside, I wanna watch a movie,” she says, linking her fingers through yours and leading you back inside the apartment.

Following her with no hesitation, you reach the living room and Syd sits down on the couch to pick a movie as you head into the kitchen to whip up some snacks.

She lands on a favorite of both of yours, one you’ve watched together many times and never get tired of.

You settle next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder when she interlocks your fingers.

Watching as she brings your joined hands to her mouth and kisses each of your knuckles one by one, she eventually looks up at you and your breath hitches.

Her eyes convey every bit of emotion that she’s feeling, and a warmth blossoms in your chest, eventually spreading throughout your whole body.

“I love you.”

You smile at her words and lean in to capture her lips, savoring her words and taste together.

How did you get so lucky?

“I love you too, baby.”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

[ariheartsmatt]

backseat

the car was quiet, parked in the back of a mcdonald’s lot at midnight. after finishing a large fries and dr pepper, you had curled your fingers around chris’ collar and tugged him over the center console and into the back.

he’d snickered and made some stupid, smug comment about how eager you were, despite the fact he was the one supporting a halfie.

you had retorted by shutting him up with a kiss.

now you have him on his back — breathless and flushed, all signs of his previous arrogance gone — stretched out on the backseat of your car, hands planted on your waist.

he looks so good: dark curls tousled, pretty silver earrings, lips rosy from sipping his sweet tea — his tongue tastes like sugary, tangy orange.

chris rolls his head back when your lips move on from pecking his jawline to sucking the sensitive skin of his neck, giving you room to leave a mark.

“perfect,” you say, pleased by the sight of red blooming on his throat.

“how m’i gonna cover it?”

“you’re not,” you answer simply, biting back a grin and slipping your hands under the hem of chris’ blue crewneck.

his breath hitches when your cool fingertips trace the dip of his belly button, before sliding down to the waistband of his jeans. he hums as you pop the button, tugging at his zipper. he lifts his hips, wiggling to assist you in pulling his jeans and boxers down to his knees.

removing your pants in the cramped backseat takes some awkward movements, but once they’re on the floor and you’re hovering over chris’ stiff, pink-tipped cock, you forget about all that.

“fuck—” chris groans when you sink down on his lap, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of your gummy walls enveloping his aching cock. his flat palms land on your thighs, blunt nails digging into your soft skin in an attempt to ground himself.

you giggle, shifting on his lap to get comfortable with the feeling of him. “feel good, baby?” you ask, lifting your hips then dropping them, finding a steady rhythm.

chris’ eyes peel open, looking up at you with dilated pupils. “mhm — so good. c’mon, fuck me.” he says, chest heaving.

rolling your bottom lip into your mouth, you oblige, riding him with more intensity. the windows fog, and the air inside your car becomes humid. sweat gathers at the nape of your neck and your legs begin to ache, but the soreness you’ll have later is worth it cause chris is moaning like a bitch.

“—more, mama,” he whines out, desperately grabbing your waist and sloppily thrusting his hips up, driving his cock deeper, hitting the spot that has stars exploding behind your eyes. chris is a mess, hair plastered to his slick forehead, thighs trembling, cheeks so pink it looked like somebody had just finished slapping the shit outta him.

“fuck — uugh...” chris moans, eyes rolling back when you grind your pelvis against his. and he’s spilling into you, body going limp and heavily dipping into the leather of the seat. his head almost lolls off the seat, looking up through thick lashes, hazily watching you use his spent cock til you’re satisfied.

authors note. thank you everybody for all the love on my recent works ! i cannot write i’m done 💔 hope everybody enjoys ༉‧₊˚. tags. @bluestriips @joanakaulitz @theyluvivi @mattsstarlet @bells-sturn @milo-the-dog @sturnssmuts @izzylovesmatt @fratbrochrisgf @eeyoresturnz @nickmillersn1gf @angelic-sturniolos111 ✰.ᐟ

[sleepylittlestarwrites]

♡ ∩_∩ („• ֊ •„)♡ ￣U U￣ ⤷ you’ve been trying to get your crazy hot admirer to bite for weeks. shameless flirting, coy smiles, finding ways to make your already skimpy waitress outfit even more provocative… beneath that exterior of cool control, you catch glimpses of something wild… something dangerous. and some reckless part of you aches to tempt that monstrous thing out to play. so today, in your shortest skirt yet, you saunter over to where he sits nursing his usual coffee. today, you'll light the fuse and stand back to watch his carefully constructed walls crumble ✰ pairing: xavier ⤷ fem!reader

✰ cw: mdni, yandere!xavier, graphic sexual content, explicit language, possessive behavior, mental health themes like obsession&instability, themes of following/monitoring/invasion of privacy&home, marking (bites/hickeys/bruises), oral, rough sex, brat taming, a lot of dirty talk, reader is a waitress/bartender, masochism, exhibitionism, public sex (if you squint), no protection, multiple orgasms, overstim, angel/baby/good girl used

• heads up it’s my first time writing yandere ⟢ pls let me know if I missed any warnings <333 ✨✨I JUST REREAD & realized xavier never took that body shot off reader im SO SORRY. i got so into that next bit that i forgot 😩💔

• wc: 12.8k 🌸

• @kodaswrld & @issysh3ll for the dividers ⁠♡

The bell above the door jingles merrily as Xavier steps inside, eyes immediately zeroing in on you behind the counter. For a moment, those baby blues linger, tracing the curves of your body in the barely-there waitress uniform. Then a pretty pink blush stains his cheeks before he quickly averts his eyes and makes his way to his usual booth.

He keeps them lowered as you approach, long lashes fanning across high cheekbones. "My usual, please." The request comes out roughened with some unnamed feeling. His gaze dips to your breasts, practically spilling from the skimpy top before snapping back up to your face, a darker flush creeping down his neck beneath the collar of his hoodie.

You just smile brightly, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "Of course, one rare burger and a coffee, coming right up!"

As you turn to leave, you boldly reach out and tug at a longer piece of his shiny silver mullet. "This new hairstyle really suits you! It's cute how it falls into your eyes like that. Makes me want to reach out and play with it even more..." you give the silky strands a playful flick before sashaying away to place his order, putting an extra sway in your hips knowing he's watching.

Over the past few weeks of serving Xavier nearly every day, you've come to long for these little moments—the heated glances when he thinks you're not looking, the brief touches as you refill his coffee cup, his soft voice requesting his usual order.

Memories of your first encounter flood your mind. When he’d walked in as if drawn by some invisible force straight to his now-usual booth—one that grants him an unobstructed view of your entire serving section. 

It seemed almost too perfect, too calculated to be mere coincidence… Like he’d scoped out the establishment beforehand, sliding onto the cracked vinyl seat as if he'd done so a hundred times before. But you knew it couldn't possibly be a repeat visit. You would've remembered someone as lovely as him.

And now, he always just... appears. Showing up for your shifts with perfect timing, like he has your entire schedule memorized. The days you pull doubles, he lingers until close. Never saying much, but just... there. 

He seems to zero in on the most telling details of your life with uncanny precision, too… 

Like the day of what would have been your father’s birthday… you’d been feeling particularly low, forcing a smile as you went through the motions of taking orders and pouring drinks. All the while, trying desperately to keep the grief at bay.

But there he was, sliding into his usual booth, glancing at you with those fathomless blue eyes. And later, on your break in the alley, nestled in your secret spot hidden amongst the sea of dumpsters and grimy bricks, you found it. A single forget-me-not bloom—a vibrant burst of blue radiating warmth amidst the graffiti-covered walls.

It struck you as strange, since no one else had known about your father. Not here anyway. You were new to this job, after all.

Honestly, it defies logic, the way he effortlessly plucks from the recesses of your mind and identity, weaving them into seemingly casual observations…

Like how you prefer your coffee—dark as sin, with two pumps of caramel sauce, and heavy cream. But you only treat yourself to this decadent concoction on Fridays as a reward after powering through the busy lunch rush. Certainly not something you advertise or ever mention to customers, right?

And then there’s the time he ordered oatmeal instead of his usual meal… After you delivered it to him with a quizzical look, he lifted a spoonful, letting the creamy porridge drizzle back down slowly. "I remember you saying how comforting a bowl of oatmeal feels on cold mornings… like food for the soul."

You had just stared at him in disbelief. How did he remember that throwaway comment made weeks ago, to your friend Jules when she was visiting? 

And that small birthmark shaped like a crescent moon just below your left collarbone? You've never mentioned it to anyone, always covering it with concealer… but that day last week when you bent to pick up a fallen menu, Xavier's gaze zeroed in on it, lips curving into a secretive smile as if acknowledging one of your most intimate secrets…

On one level, when it all started, you felt flattered by the attention—a mysterious, handsome stranger taking an interest in the smaller parts of who you are… it stroked your ego in a way you hadn't anticipated.

But another part of your mind, the logical part still intact amidst the butterflies set loose by those beautiful eyes, warned of the unhealthy nature of such unwavering focus. Hadn't you listened to enough true crime podcasts to know that obsessive fixation could breed all sorts of danger?

You caught yourself jumpy… paranoid even. Always feeling his gaze following you, boring into the back of your skull. Picturing him looming around corners, memorizing your comings and goings like some modern-day stalker…

That instinct, screaming that something wasn't quite right, kept you on edge, making you overly conscious of every sigh, each roll of your eyes, all the micro-expressions meant for no one's view but your own… You felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that sent chills racing down your spine.

But gradually, inexplicably, that initial prickle of unease began to morph into something else entirely… something hotter. more potent. The weight of his stare no longer brought fear, but excitement... longing.

You found yourself eagerly anticipating each shift, each opportunity to serve Xavier. Almost subconsciously, you started experimenting with your wardrobe—finding ways to make your already skimpy waitress outfit even more provocative. You hemmed the tiny skirt higher on your thighs until it was an inch away from indecency. Unbuttoned an extra button on the straining crop top to expose even more of the soft swells of your breasts. 

And your shyness has slowly given way to bolder flirtations, too—all carefully constructed to draw out that adorable blush staining those fair cheeks. Your approaches range from shameless flirtation to tender moments, hoping to crack that calm exterior bit by beautiful bit.  

Brushing your arm against his casually while pouring coffee, holding eye contact a smidge longer than professionally necessary, delivering special surprises "just because" while wearing cutesy little smiles.

You lean over his shoulder as you pour his refills, bringing your lips close to his ear to murmur innocent tidbits,

"You're not going to believe what Jimmy the cook said to me earlier about his ex-wife. It’s even better than his last story!" 

Just yesterday evening, there was an incident with ketchup...

A glob of the sticky red condiment landed smack dab on the corner of Xavier’s lips as you topped off his basket of fries. Instead of pointing it out, you pulled out a napkin. 

"Hold still," you murmured, reaching towards his face. Slowly, you leaned in, bringing the cloth to the smear. But you 'accidentally' let your fingers graze along his plump bottom lip as you dabbed away the crimson drop. 

Ever so slightly, he leaned into the touch, pupils dilating with surprise and poorly concealed hunger. For a suspended beat, the bar faded away—just you, him, and that charged moment. His tongue flicked out to wet suddenly dry lips, unintentionally grazing your fingertip and igniting a firestorm of heat low in your belly.

But, in a flash, he seemed to remember himself, jerking back abruptly. The movement caused his elbow to bump the side of the ceramic mug sitting nearby. Hot coffee sloshed over the rim and onto the tablecloth with a muted splatter. Xavier’s cheeks blazed crimson as he reached for a napkin to dab at the spreading stain, movements jerky and uncertain.

Still smiling, you placed your hand over his much larger one, stalling his frantic mopping of the spill.

"Hey, slow down…" you said, your tone gentling to a croon. "It's just a little coffee."

He froze at your touch, blue eyes flicking up to meet yours—warring between mortified and mesmerized. Slowly, tentatively, he allowed you to take the napkin from his grip.

"I'm sorry," he bit out, looking everywhere but at you. "That was clumsy of me."

“No worries," you replied airily, starting to dab at the coffee with practiced movements. In the process, you 'accidentally' brushed your thigh against his knee beneath the table—a fleeting touch, feather-light and over in an instant.

It’s impossible to miss how these not-so-subtle charms of yours affect Xavier…

The quick dart of his eyes skimming over every exposed inch of your skin before snapping away guiltily. Those long musician's fingers flexing and curling around the porcelain mug, knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. The muscle that ticks in his jaw, like he's physically fighting the urge to reach out and pull you onto his lap and bury his face between your bouncing breasts…

You practically tremble with the thrill of being the thorn pricking his resolve, the forbidden fruit he craves yet refuses to taste. It's intoxicating. 

Because deep down, beneath that exterior of quiet restraint, you catch glimpses of something wild… something dangerous.

Like a wolf lurking beneath soft sheep's wool—camouflage hiding claws and fangs just waiting for the chance to pin you down and devour you whole.

And some reckless part of you aches to tempt that monstrous thing out to play… to shred that good boy act and lay bare the twisted lust coiled in his veins.

You imagine peeling back layers like the world’s prettiest present… unwrapping him down to the delicious depravity within. Pushing buttons and hitting triggers until the thin veil of formality splits.

The decision that today will be different hits you fast and hard. Enough playing coy. Time to step things up and see if you can't shatter that carefully crafted facade entirely.

With that thought burning through your mind, you approach Xavier's table like a lioness on the prowl. Today your uniform is shorter than ever before, the tiny black apron barely covering the essentials.

His head is bent over his book as always, fingers curled around a steaming mug of coffee, lost in whatever far-off thoughts occupy that brilliant mind of his. 

At the sound of your honeyed tones, blue eyes lift, widening as they clash with yours. They drink in your appearance hungrily before quickly darting away, a fierce blush rising in two angry red patches on his ears.

"Not a dream then," he murmurs, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. "You look... different today." 

You smile coyly, eyes sparkling with mischief as you lean over his table, making sure he gets a generous view down the front of your too-tight uniform. 

"You're right, Xavier, I do look different today, don't I?" you purr, setting his food down with a flourish. As you straighten up, you 'accidentally' let your hand brush against his forearm, electricity sparking at the contact. "I picked this uniform just for you, actually. Do you like the color?"

You gesture down at yourself, highlighting how the electric blue material exactly matches the stunning shade of his eyes. 

There's a long pause as Xavier processes your words, eyes flickering rapidly between your face and barely-there attire. Then recognition sparks, awareness dawning on his face like sunlight breaking through clouds. 

"You...the blue..." His voice emerges rough and low, barely above a whisper. When he meets your eyes again, twin infernos blaze back at you—supernovas primed to detonate at the slightest provocation. 

For a suspended moment, it seems you may have finally pierced that infuriating cloak of detachment he wears like armor. Raw emotion pulses hot and naked—a glimpse of the passion he keeps so ruthlessly banked.

Swallowing visibly, he rasps, "It's beautiful. Like you painted the sky on your skin just for me..." 

Then… nothing. Like the flick of a switch, the inferno burns out, smothered again under an avalanche of cool control. Xavier so effortlessly slams the brakes on the whole scenario, calmly turning back to his book and picking up right where he left off.

You clench your teeth, jaw muscles jumping as you fight the childish urge to throw a tantrum in the middle of the crowded bar. 

Okay then, time for plan B. Shameless flirtation alone isn't enough to get a real reaction. To draw out his dark side, you'll need something bigger, bolder. Something calculated to make that ice run molten in seconds flat.

Like a gift from above, a group of college-aged boys enter, their eyes immediately drawn to you as they take a table in your section. 

"Welcome in!" you chirp brightly as you bend low to lay down menus, subtly thrusting your breasts towards the jaws that drop collectively at the sight.

With Xavier in clear view, you start cranking up the flirting to an eleven. Innocence blended with a vixen's knowing wink. 

As you scribble down orders, deliberately arching your back, you hear them clumsily trying to maintain their cool while drinking in your 'charms'. 

One adorably scruffy redhead blushes crimson under his freckles when you lean in far too close, your lips nearly brushing his ear as you ask oh so innocently, "and for you, cutie?"

His "I'll take a peach milkshake please ma'am," emerges strangled, green eyes wide as saucers glued to your gaping shirt front. 

Your cheeks ache from the megawatt grin plastered on your face as you saunter over to another group of guys. These particular patrons fall into the category of textbook 'frat bros', with their polo shirts tucked neatly into designer jeans, loafers glistening under the dim lights.

"I was hoping you guys would be back!" you trill all saccharine sweet, twisting a lock of hair around your finger as you perch on the edge of their table. 

As if on cue, the blonde bro on the end slides a wandering hand up to rest high on your thigh. He gives a possessive squeeze, calloused fingers digging in.

"If you missed me, then how about you consider that date this time," he purrs, eyes roving appreciatively over your body.

Another guy leans in, hot breath ghosting over your neck as he chimes in. "Don't worry Jace, we'll make her put in overtime tonight." 

They share a wicked grin ripe with promise, looking for all the world like they intend to devour you whole. It's exactly the reaction you were hoping for. Or rather, the perfect spectacle to provoke a certain statuesque observer two tables over.

You allow yourself the barest glance in Xavier's direction. If looks truly could kill… your neck would snap clean under the weight of that blue fire boring into you. 

Gone is the typical adoring, slightly flustered expression. In its place: stone-cold ice. A silent, wordless scolding etched deep into aristocratic features now sharp enough to cut. 

Those kissable lips curl into the ghost of a smirk—the tiniest, most subtle quirk, really, and gone again in a flash...but unmistakably there. The headshake is slight, almost imperceptible—a micro-

motion meant to chastise without drawing notice.

Irritation flares at that reprimanding look, cheeks puffing out in a small huff. Really? Who the hell does he think he is? 

The bartender signals you, waving a bill he needs to ring up asap. Grumbling internally about lousy timing, you disengage from your frat fanclub, promising a hasty return. As you strut behind the counter, you feel that cerulean glare still boring into your back, raising the hairs along your neck.

Hunching down a bit to give your ogling audience an eyefull, you start punching numbers with deliberate slowness, dragging the transaction on for dear life. Each item takes forever to key in, making a huge deal of every little tap. All the while your ass is turned towards Xavier's line of sight, "accidentally" hitching up the dangerously short hem to reveal the delicate lace of your panties.

Feeling the burn of those eyes between your shoulder blades, you finally spin around with a bright smile plastered on. Meeting his gaze directly, those stunning blue orbs pin you like a butterfly to a corkboard.

But just as suddenly as eye contact is made, Xavier's mask settles back into place, zeroing back in on the dog-eared page of his book. A small, Mona Lisa smile plays on his kissable mouth, gone in a blink. He even has the audacity to cross one long leg elegantly over the other, body language screaming relaxed nonchalance, as if not a single thought or feeling exists beyond that simple piece of literature.

Seriously? Your hands clench into fists at your sides, nails biting into your palms. 

An idea sparks hot and daring in your mind. 

You spot Graham sitting at the bar counter, sipping a whiskey neat. Your best friend since childhood, with dark locks and smoldering bedroom eyes that set half the female staff drooling.

Weaving through the crowd, you practically sprint to slide onto his lap unannounced, draping your arms around his shoulders with a radiant grin. 

No need for words—Graham makes room, arms wrapping loose around your waist to keep you steady. This familiarity is comfortable, like your oldest comfiest sweater. Thank the gods for rock-solid, platonic relationships.

His expression is knowing as he easily reads your game. Still, he humors you, holding you a little tighter. "Would you look at that… my favorite troublemaker."

Leaning in close, your lips hover over his ear as you whisper, "be my secret weapon for a minute. It's that crazy hot customer who won't bite."

He smirks into your hair, big hands splayed lightly over your hips. 

"So what's the master plan?" he stage whispers back, playfully nuzzling your cheek. Always a sucker for a grand romance scheme, especially the sticky-sweet revenge kind.

You giggle loud enough for Xavier to catch it and trace your thumb across the swell of Graham’s bottom lip, the touch feather-light. "I'm banking on his button being body shots in public."

You punctuate the naughty declaration by trailing a finger teasingly down the column of his throat.

Graham throws his head back with a hearty bark of laughter that draws several curious stares from neighboring patrons. 

"Brat is definitely the word. But I’ve gotta admit… the thought of your bookworm having a meltdown is too good to miss."

At your playful groan, he chuckles warmly and ruffles your hair, uncaring of your carefully styled locks. "Alright then, what do I have to do?"

With a wicked gleam in your eye and the biggest, brightest smile you can muster, you bounce out of Graham's lap like you've been launched from a slingshot, barely missing the surprised exclamations trailing after you. 

Wasting no time, you gather up shot glasses, salt, and an assortment of sickly-sweet shots— tequila, vodka, triple sec, the works. 

Practically dancing back to Graham's booth, you set everything on the polished wood, a delinquent grin spread ear-to-ear.

"You’re ridiculous. You know that, right?" he smirks, watching your hectic assembly of bar shots and paraphernalia with undisguised amusement. 

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Your announcement bursts forth, ringing crystal clear over the buzzing din of patrons. Heads swivel and eyes widen as the entire room zeroes right in on you. 

Perched front and center atop the table with your legs dangling off either side, you reach to pluck a salt packet from its resting tray. With practiced motions, you pour a trail of white granules from your neck and down the valley between your breasts, all the way to your belly button.

"This bodyshot special, starring the infamous Graham!"

Oohs and ahhs ripple out from the onlookers, their hungry gazes tracing every tempting curve of your body. 

"That's more like it," Graham grins playfully. With careful precision, he parts his lips slowly to accept each shot from your stomach, pressing seemingly reverent kisses between sips. The bar erupts into whoops and hollers, spurring the sultry display on.

You let your gaze collide with that statue-still form propped stiffly in his booth. The expression warring across those perfect features is absolutely priceless.

A livid flush mottles fair cheeks usually so serene and controlled. Gorgeous lips thin into a harsh slash, both sexy and terrifying in their displeasure. 

Something primal ignites in Xavier as that tongue drags over the salt-licked planes of your skin. Each pass stokes the fire higher, those eyes a stormy sea as they map every shudder and gasp coaxed forth.

Without breaking stride, you tilt your chin up boldly to meet those cerulean lasers boring into you with blatant challenge. Tension stretches taut as violin strings ready to snap at any given moment, the charged atmosphere practically vibrating with it.

Pulse jumping, you plop back onto Graham's thighs, draping limp over his frame like a boneless cat. 

"Perfection itself. Thank you for your service.” Your voice drips with honey and mischief in equal measure, eyes sparkling up at him.

Dark eyes glimmer with mirth as they flick pointedly to where Xavier had been holding court mere moments ago.

But as suddenly as he arrived, he’s gone—vanishing out the door in a swish of white cotton, leaving only the jingle of the bell and the stunned silence in his wake.

Shit shit SHIT

"It seems the subject of our little performance may have exited stage left." 

Graham tsks softly, the sound tinged with equal parts sympathy and amusement. "What a pity. And here I thought we'd really grabbed the guy's attention."

Shrugging lightly with exaggerated casualness, you force a carefree laugh that sounds far less convincing than intended. Graham's knowing look tells you he sees right through the facade.

"His loss!" you proclaim brightly, already sliding off his lap and smoothing out your rumpled apron. "More body shots for us then!"

This earns you an eye roll and a wry chuckle from your friend. Graham shakes his head, lips curled in that infuriating 'I know you better than you know yourself' smirk.

The bartender chooses that precise moment to emerge from the backroom lugging a case of liquor. 

Grumbling something that suspiciously sounds like "need to hire better help" under his breath, he starts unloading bottles onto the shelf with way more force than necessary. It's clear he caught the end of your little show. Colorful thoughts are written all over his face.

The rest of the evening passes in a blur of mixing drinks, wiping down surfaces, and plastering on your grin for the endless parade of patrons.

Your stomach churns with self-loathing. Of course it hurt him. Of course seeing that would devastate someone as decent and caring as Xavier. Hadn't you always sensed the depth of emotion simmering beneath his quiet exterior?

The guilt has felt crushing, threatening to swallow you whole for hours.

As the clock ticks past last call, the bar steadily empties until only a few die-hard regulars linger. You keep yourself busy with menial tasks—restocking, cleaning, cashing out.

Hours later, bleary-eyed and ready to drop, you heave a sigh as the final customer stumbles out into the cool night air. At long last, blessed silence descends.

Feeling grimy and weary after the chaotic night, you duck into the bathroom to splash some cold water on your face before pushing through the door to return to the main area. 

But as you round the corner…

There he is. In the exact booth where you and Graham put on such an attention-grabbing show just hours earlier.

That's not what steals the very breath from your lungs though. No, that honor belongs solely to the tableau laid out across the tabletop—a veritable shrine to your earlier debauchery.

Everything that was scattered haphazardly across the table top in your body shot extravaganza sits tidily arranged, as if museum exhibit pieces rather than remnants of a provocative act. Crystal clear liqueurs stand soldier straight, empty shot glasses glitter around their base camp. White grains of salt remain dusted along your previous path like flour on a crime scene.  

Those twin pools of arctic blue are fixed on you with an intensity that borders on feverish. Never blinking. Never looking away. A statuesque portrait of absolute control despite the tempest raging behind porcelain features.

He ticks one elegant finger, pointing imperiously at the unoccupied table beside him. His voice emerges from tightly pressed lips, eerily calm, barely above a whisper.

"Lie down."

A shiver ripples down your spine, the instinctive urge to obey warring with the small voice of reason screaming at you to run. Get out now while you still can. What twisted web have you tangled yourself in?

Against every rational bone in your body, your feet carry you forward as if operating on their own accord. 

The closer you get, the more you can see a faint tremor in those oh-so-steady hands clenched white-knuckle tight. One breathless step leads into another, until-

With a confidence that belies the racing of your heart, you confidently hoist yourself up onto the table, moving deliberately slow, sprawling your body across the surface with feline grace. Curls of hair fan out artfully around your head like a halo.

"You wanted me lying down? Like this perhaps?"

Your melodic voice purrs as full lips stretch into a coy smile, the very picture of nonchalance despite the gravity of the situation. 

His movements are languid, almost predatory, as he rises with fluid grace from his seat. With each click of sneaker on polished floor, you feel the weight of his gaze grow heavier… suffocating.

Breathe in, breathe out. Don't let him see how badly your nerves are shredding themselves into ribbons beneath your skin.

Stopping at the foot of the makeshift altar, he looms over your reclined figure. Cool fingertips ghost upward, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he traces the line of your inner thigh.

Roaming eyes drink in every detail—the spill of curls against wood, the steady rise and fall of your chest, the way the limited lighting casts pretty shadows across your body. 

Lips curling with a small smirk, Xavier tilts his head, silver locks falling artfully into those piercing cerulean eyes as they bore into yours.

"You really believe batting those pretty lashes will erase the fact that you were moaning on some pretty boy's cock for the whole world to see tonight?" Voice dripping venom, his words hit like well-aimed slaps. Yet still his cadence remains steady, almost bored, as if your shameless behavior is little more than an annoyance to be tolerated.

Despite yourself, you feel a traitorous warmth blossoming low in your belly at his harsh scolding, shame and arousal twisting into a confusing knot. Biting your lip, you squirm slightly under his penetrating stare.

Then, his words fully registering, indignation flares hot in your chest. With a swift, sharp motion, you jerk your leg from his grasping fingers.

Glowering up at him, cheeks flushed with anger and guilty excitement, you hiss: "who do you think you are, judging me? You don't own me, Xavier. You haven’t even made a single move! I can flirt with whoever I want without you throwing a tantrum like a spoiled child."

In a flash, powerful hands close around your hips, fingers digging into soft flesh as he hauls you roughly to the very edge of the tabletop. Gasping, you barely have time to register the movement before he’s there, stepping into the V of your splayed thighs.

Bracing his forearms on the table, he leans down until his nose nearly brushes yours, invading your personal space completely.

"But that's where you're wrong." His voice lowers to a hypnotic purr. "Your body, this body..." Cool fingers dig into your hipbones, surely leaving bruises come morning. "...it's already marked mine. Made for me. Writhing so prettily, desperate for my touch..." 

A muscle twitches in Xavier’s jaw, eyes flashing dangerously as he murmurs: "Did you really think I wouldn't come claim what's rightfully mine when I saw fit?"

His palm cradles your cheek, thumb brushing tenderly over the swell of your bottom lip. The gentleness of the gesture contrasts sharply with the wicked gleam in his eyes, promising retribution and pleasure in equal measure.

"I wasn't ready yet... but you just had to push me, didn't you?" Disapproval roughens his tone, tinged with reluctant admiration. "Well… did you enjoy being draped across strange men's laps all night, giggling and blushing like the world's most adorable cocktease?" 

His palm splays across your bare stomach, fingers splayed wide. You can feel the heat radiating off his skin, branding you with his touch. "Acting like a little slut… all for my eyes alone.”

Leaning in until his forehead rests against yours, Xavier nuzzles into your hair, inhaling deeply as if committing your scent to memory.

"...and now there's no going back.”

“Excuse me!?" you squeak indignantly, wriggling in his iron grip as if trying to escape. But it's a feeble effort at best, your body instinctively arching into his touch instead of away from it. "I'm not anyone's property, least of all some arrogant stranger who thinks he can just—mmmph!"

Silky strands of silver hair brush your skin as he dips his head to close the distance between you, capturing your parted lips in a searing kiss.

Warm, firm, insistent—Xavier’s mouth claims yours with single-minded focus, pouring everything he has into the heated press of skin on skin. Your hands fly up to clutch at his arms, fingers digging in as your body arches off the table, desperately chasing more of him.

He swallows your whimpers greedily, tongue dipping past your lips, stroking and tangling with your own. A large palm rests across your lower back, pressing your core flush against his straining cock, grinding slowly, deliciously. 

When he finally breaks away, you're both panting harshly, faces flushed and lips swollen. He looks... hungry. Feral. Like a man who's finally given himself permission to indulge in the darkness.

"Your body disagrees..." Deft fingers pluck at the fastenings of your skin-tight uniform. Slowly, torturously slowly. "Your skin flushes red wherever I touch you… you're practically grinding against me like a cat in heat."

Your eyes narrow defiantly even as you squirm against his hold, cheeks flushed a pretty pink that has nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with being incredibly turned on.

"That does NOT mean you own me, Xavier! We barely even know each other!" The petulant declaration rings hollow even to your own ears. Still, pride demands you cling to your scraps of rebellion, refusing to surrender just yet.

Emboldened by irritation, you lean forward, attempting to nip sharply at Xavier’s jawline. Teeth graze his chin, soft enough not to break skin but sharp enough to draw a gasp.

"Not impressed." Wide hands bracket your hips in a vice-like grip, holding you perfectly immobile atop the table. 

"You bit me to make a point." The corner of his mouth crooks into a smirk as cool fingers trace the edge of your ear before wrapping gently around your throat. Not squeezing, merely resting there. 

"Besides, I was watching you long before I ever walked through that door. Observing every sway of your hips as you walk home at night… the way you toss your hair, the cute little noises you make..."

Eyes wide as saucers, you try to scramble back on the tabletop, fingers flexing anxiously at your sides. Color drains from your face as the true implications of his words sink in.

"Are...are you saying what I think you're saying? You’ve been… stalking me?" Your voice wavers, scarcely above a whisper. You search his chiseled features intently, hardly daring to blink, fear warring with a thrilling sense of...what? Danger? Excitement?

When you reach out, shaking hands grasp frantically at the first thing they can find—the fabric of his hoodie.

"Stalking implies malicious intent. I prefer to think of it as...careful observation." His voice is silk and sin, caressing your skin like a tangible thing. "Watching you blossom, waiting for you to notice me..."

Gentle fingers comb through your hair lovingly as he speaks, a jarring contrast to the intensity smoldering in his eyes.

"And we're neighbors, did you know that?" The words are soft, almost… nervous. "I noticed you on your first day here, struggling valiantly with those oversized boxes." 

For a moment, your entire body goes still before realization dawns, slow and sickening, as the pieces click into place with nauseating clarity.

"A year? You've been... watching me... the whole time I've lived here?" Your voice trembles, scarcely above a breathless rasp. Hands fist tighter in the front of his hoodie, knuckles turning white with the force of your grip as you recall the feeling of eyes on you late at night as you stumbled home from nights out, thinking it was just your imagination…

17 months. This beautifully flawed man has been following you, observing you, craving you...for 17 months. The sheer intensity and duration of his obsession sends a tremor through your entire being, equal parts thrilling and unsettling.

A hand threads into your hair, gripping just tightly enough to hold you in place as the words tumble out like a confession ripped from somewhere deep and raw inside him.

"I know it sounds crazy," Xavier murmurs, resting his forehead against yours. "Believe me, I’ve questioned my sanity a hundred times…”

Self-deprecation etches deep lines beside his mouth as his forehead comes to rest against yours, thick lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks.

You huff out an exasperated breath, pouting up at him adorably as you try to muster up some semblance of anger. “You can't just stalk someone for a year and expect them to be okay with it, Xavier. It’s… it’s obsessive!" In truth, your heart is fluttering traitorously at his passionate confession, desire pooling heavily in your belly.

He just smirks at your half-hearted protest, clearly seeing right through your feigned anger. Despite the turmoil of emotions swirling inside you, you find yourself melting into him, your body fitting perfectly against his like two puzzle pieces finally clicking into place. 

“You’re right… it is. But I won't apologize for wanting you, for needing you in my life," he murmurs, voice low and fervent. His lips brush against your temple in a fleeting caress. “I'm past the point of caring.”

Warm breath ghosts over your ear as he confesses: "From the moment you tumbled into my life like a falling star… you’ve consumed my every waking thought.”

"The way you tilt your head when you're really focused on something. How you hum to yourself as you water your plants on Sundays. The tiny crescent-shaped birthmark just above your left collarbone… there isn’t a part of you that I don’t know.”

Pupils blown wide and dark, he gazes at you like a man starved… desperate. "...I tried to fight it. Tried to be a good man…”

His voice cracks slightly, thick with emotion and barely repressed hunger. Warm palms slide down your sides, ghosting reverently, mapping the contours of your form.

"...but every time I tried to tear my eyes away, I found them drawn inexorably back to you. Like a moth to flame..." Fingers hook into the waistband of your skirt, tugging insistently. "...burning for the chance to map your softness, to brand myself into your skin until the only word in your pretty little head is my name..."

You find yourself responding as if in a trance, pliant as Xavier gradually slips the skirt down your trembling thighs. Cool air kisses exposed skin as you’re left in just a scrap of lace, the flimsy barrier covering your most intimate area.

"I started observing you because I wanted to make you mine..." His tone is one of dark, seductive promise as a calloused finger traces the edge of your panties, trailing slowly across the damp material. Your breath catches audibly in your throat, pulse skyrocketing at the feather-light touch. "But in time, I came to crave every...little...detail about you."

Quickly pinning your wrists above your head, his free hand slides teasingly along your inner thigh, stopping mere inches from where you need him most.

"Did you know I memorized your phone number from all the deliveries you sign for at the mailroom? Watched as your cheeks would pinken whenever a handsome stranger's gaze lingered too long..."

A choked moan spills from your parted lips as Xavier's teasing touch skims higher, thumbs circling the juncture of your hip, leaving you aching and empty. Your back arches involuntarily, pushing your chest towards him, shamelessly begging for more.

"I even..." he starts, voice rough with emotion, then pauses, seeming to struggle internally. When he speaks again, the words come out tinged with shame. "I... accessed your apartment once. Twice. I just... I needed to be closer to you." His eyes bore into yours, searching for any hint of revulsion that might dawn in their depths. "There was this one night…you were fast asleep in bed, curled up like an angel. I sat there for hours, just watching you breathe, committing every small expression to memory…”

One large hand comes up to cradle your cheek tenderly, thumb brushing lightly over your bottom lip. "I know it's wrong. Invading your privacy like that. But I... I couldn't stay away." His voice drops to a hoarse whisper, raw with longing and remorse. "Some nights, all I want is to lay beside you, wrap you in my arms as we drift off together…"

Slowly, as if giving you time to pull away, he leans in until your breaths mingle, noses brushing.

At first, shock roots you to the spot, paralyzed by the weight of his confession. A chill runs down your spine at the sheer invasion of your private space, the utter lack of boundaries in his obsession. It's a violation, plain and simple. and yet...

The naked anguish etched across his face cracks open your chest like a knife. And in that suspended moment, caught between fear and an undeniable, magnetizing pull… you make your choice.

"Shh, it's okay," you murmur, lifting a trembling hand to smooth silvery hair from his forehead with exquisite tenderness. Cradling his jaw, you cup his face in your palms as if he were something infinitely precious. "I... I'm here now."

For a long moment, Xavier remains perfectly still, eyes wide and disbelieving as they search your face for any sign of deceit or pity. Then, slowly, hesitantly, he leans into your caress like a flower turning towards the sun. Closing his eyes, he nuzzles into your hand with a shuddery exhale.

"A-am I dreaming?" he whispers hoarsely, words ragged with wonder. One large hand comes up to cover yours, sandwiching it between his palm and flushed cheek. Calloused fingers intertwine with your own, holding on like a lifeline. "If this is real... if you're truly here, accepting me..."

A strangled sound catches in his throat, perilously close to a sob. Strong arms band around your waist, crushing you to his chest as if to prove your solidity. You feel his erratic heartbeat against your own racing pulse, the slight catch of breath with each inhale.

With infinite tenderness, you stroke your fingers through his silky strands, savoring the cool slide against your skin. Your other hand traces comforting patterns along the tense line of his spine.

"This isn't a dream, Xavier," you assure softly, punctuating your words with a playful nip to his earlobe. Feeling him jolt in surprise before relaxing into the gesture makes warmth bloom in your chest.

Pulling back slightly, you meet his gaze, amusement dancing in your eyes even as sincere affection colors your tone. "But if we're going to explore whatever this is between us..."

Your lips quirk into a devious little smirk as you trail a single finger down the plane of his abdomen, feeling him suck in a sharp breath.

"...then I'm going to insist you start seeing a therapist. Sooner rather than later," you add, holding his eyes captive with your own unwavering stare. There's no judgment in your expression, only fierce determination and loving patience.

"This thing that led you to stalk, to invade my privacy... we're going to unpack it. Examine what it means, where it comes from, and figure out how to channel it in a healthy way moving forward."

Xavier's face splits into a dazzling grin at your unexpected words, crinkling the corners of those mesmerizing blue eyes. "Therapy? Is that your professional diagnosis, doctor?" he teases, playful silver brow arched. But with a look somewhere between reverence and relief, he nods slowly. The vulnerability is clear on his features, eyes glassy and red-rimmed but alight with cautious hope.

"Whatever it takes," he vows solemnly, meeting your gaze with an intensity that steals your breath away. "I'll walk through hell itself if it means keeping you by my side."

Emotion roughens his tone, his very soul bleeding through the carefully constructed walls he's maintained for so long. Large hands frame your face tenderly as he gazes at you like a mirage come to life, drinking in every beloved detail. 

"Stay with me… please.”

The last word hangs heavy, laden with all the yearning in his heart.

Wrapping your arms snugly around his neck, you surge forward to claim his lips in a kiss that speaks volumes more than words ever could. 

Soft lips mold seamlessly against his own, plush and giving. Fingers immediately tangle in silver locks, fisting and tugging lightly as you draw him impossibly closer. 

Xavier responds with a low, guttural groan, one arm wrapping around your waist while the other cradles the nape of your neck. He deepens the kiss with swift, devouring strokes of his tongue against yours, mapping out every secret hollow. Each slick slide and graze of teeth sends electric shocks straight down your spine.

Pulling back with a soft 'pop', his eyes glitter with a mischievous light. "Now then, my little exhibitionist..." A wicked grin spreads across his face as he reaches out to toy with the strap of your bra, tracing the thin material with a fingertip.  "I seem to recall you were putting on quite the show earlier." 

His lips quirk up in a roguish smirk as he cups your cheek, thumb stroking over the delicate curve of your cheekbone. "Fortunately for you, I'm fully aware that your friendship with Graham is... strictly platonic." Those captivating cerulean eyes dance with mirth and more than a flicker of possessiveness.

Narrowing your eyes, you give him a pointed glare that lacks any real heat. "Kind of a jerk, aren't you?"

Silver brows shoot up in mock offense, a devilish grin playing at the corners of his mouth. He catches your wrist, bringing your knuckles to his lips in a surprisingly tender kiss. “Maybe. But you? You're a grade-A brat.”

Pressing a finger to your lips, Xavier shushes your impending rant. “A brat who's been deliberately trying to provoke me for weeks with her tight little outfits and adorable smiles," he accuses. Leaning in, he nips sharply at your pulse point, soothing the sting with a swirl of his tongue. 

Reaching behind him, he procures the necessary items—a bottle of tequila, a platter of limes cut into wedges, salt. Setting them down on the nearby table, his gaze roams over your form appreciatively, a slow smile spreading across his face.

Xavier reaches out, hooking a finger under the strap of your azure uniform top. With deliberate slowness, he peels the scanty fabric away from your shoulder, the backs of his fingers grazing your sensitive skin in a maddeningly light caress.

He begins the process, hands shaking only a little as he carefully pours a line of salt from just below your collarbone to the valley between your breasts.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, almost painfully soft. When you squirm around shyly, he stops you with a tender press of fingers to your hip.

"Please... let me look at you. Just for a second."

Ever so slowly, he trails the backs of his knuckles down the salted path, raising goosebumps in their wake. 

His voice comes out hushed and full of awe as he traces over the swell of your breasts, the dip of your waist, and further down still until his fingertips rest just above your belly button.

"Every inch of you is perfect… almost painfully so," he breathes, drinking in the sight hungrily. His gaze is intense, almost feverish in its focus. When blue eyes finally lift to meet yours, they glitter with desire and something deeper, almost worshipful.

Taking the lime wedge between thumb and forefinger, he brings it to your lips. Instead of simply allowing you to take it, he brushes the slick fruit across your bottom lip teasingly. 

Eyes fluttering shut, you practically melt into the table, a soft sigh escaping parted lips. The liquor bottle teeters precariously at the corner of your mouth, the anticipation sending your pulse into overdrive.

Delicately, he cradles the nape of your neck with his free hand and begins to tilt the bottle. Cool liquid floods your mouth, burning pleasantly down your throat. 

Elegant fingers release the bottle to skim down the length of your outer thigh, calloused tips dragging lazily over the smooth skin. "Being bratty doesn't suit you nearly as well as obedience..." Xavier muses.

The slap rings out sharply in the charged air, snapping your head to the side. For a stunned instant, you sit motionless, mind reeling from the sudden sting. Then, like lightning igniting dry kindling, arousal blazes through your veins.

Slowly, you roll your head back toward him, fixing Xavier with a smoldering look from beneath lowered lashes.

The words pour forth, dripping with sweet innocence, a delicate pout, full lower lip pushed out in feigned reproach.

"It didn't even hurt, Xavier. Not really. You'll have to do better than that if you want to get through to me.”

Suddenly, your hair is yanked, using it as leverage to pull your head back and expose the column of your throat. The angle allows him perfect access to pepper hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jumping pulse. Teeth graze the sensitive skin, applying just enough pressure to send shivers cascading down your spine.

A breathless moan slips past your lips, the erotic sting of his grip in your hair combined with the delicious pressure of teeth and tongue creating a dizzying flood of pleasure.

Bracing himself above you, Xavier drinks in the perfectly debauched picture you make—hair mussed, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed and hazy with lust. A muscle ticks in his jaw as he warrs with restraint, hands flexing on either side of your head like he's physically holding himself back from just fucking you into the table.

"So responsive... so fucking perfect for me…" he rasps, the sound rough and ragged, threaded with desperation. “What are you doing to me? Every time I'm near you, I feel... so overwhelmed…”

"Probably not even a tenth of how I feel about you." The whisper leaves your throat, colored by a web of nerves and honesty.

Capturing his earlobe between your teeth, you bite down just hard enough to sting before soothing the hurt with a teasing flick of tongue.

In one fluid motion, powerful hands grasp your hips and thighs fall open automatically, knees bent and feet flat on the edge. 

Brows rising, a smirk plays at the corners of Xavier’s mouth as he takes in the sight of your barely-there panties. He hums thoughtfully, tracing the damp spot darkening the hot pink fabric with a fingertip. 

"I wonder..." Tilting his head, silver hair spills over his forehead adorably even as sin-filled eyes pin you in place. "Do you think I can slide these off with my teeth?"

Lifting your hips invitingly, a breathy giggle escapes your lips at the playful question. Eyes sparkling with mischief, you prop yourself up on your elbows, drinking in the sexy sight of him poised between your thighs.

“That depends on whether your mouth is quicker than your hands," you taunt softly, voice honey-sweet.

“Mmm… this works too…" he murmurs before abruptly yanking. The flimsy fabric yields with an audible rip, parting like tissue paper under his strength. Cool air hits your newly exposed skin as he tosses the torn scraps aside carelessly, cerulean gaze zeroing in on your glistening folds hungrily.

"A-and just what was so wrong with those!?" you sputter indignantly, cheeks flaming. At least he has the decency to look somewhat sheepish... before that infuriating grin spreads across his handsome face.

Hands plant firmly on your hips as Xavier braces himself above you,  eyes sparkling with wicked amusement.

"Where's that obedience we talked about?" His breath tickles the shell of your ear, sending tingles skittering across your skin. Large hands knead your ass, pulling you impossibly closer until you can feel the thick ridge of his cock pressing against your stomach.

Dropping a teasing peck on the tip of your nose, he pulls back with a wink, drinking in the adorable pout settling on your kiss-swollen lips.

Gasping sharply as he suddenly plunges two thick fingers into your sopping wet cunt, your velvety walls instinctively clench around the welcome intrusion. 

Scissoring his fingers, he begins a relentless rhythm, crooking them just right to hit that special spot deep inside. Writhing beneath him, fingers scrabble desperately at his hoodie as jolts of raw pleasure zing up your spine.

"Please... please don't stop..." you plead brokenly, eyes rolling back in bliss.  Slickness trickles steadily down his wrist, the heel of his palm grinding mercilessly against your aching clit with each deep thrust. Stars burst behind your eyelids, muscles beginning to flutter and tremble around his pistoning fingers.

Your breathing turns erratic, small whimpers and mewls of pleasure slipping from your lips as he skillfully works you higher and higher. Winding tighter, coiled like a spring ready to snap, every drag of his fingers against your swollen walls pushes you closer to that glorious peak.

"That's it, angel," he croons, that soft, filthy voice thrumming directly to your core. "Soak my fingers like the desperate little slut you are. Gonna make you fall apart on my hand first..."

But just as your thighs begin to tremble and a keening cry builds in your throat, Xavier abruptly stills his movements.

"N-no...please, Xavier! I was s-so close!" Your legs twitch weakly, empty walls clenching hungrily around nothing. 

Holding you in place with a firm hand on your hip, his  expression radiates male satisfaction, smug grin widening as your breath hitches and your body wiggles aimlessly.

"Nope, don’t think so," he chides, drinking in your wanton desperation. His free hand cups your jaw tenderly, thumb brushing your bottom lip. "We just started playing and you're already breaking?"

He tsks, tracing fingers over your body in a filthy mimicry of the salt he traced down your front before.

Then he takes advantage of your parted lips to slip his fingers inside, pressing them to the roof of your mouth, forcing you to suckle like a pacifier. Arousal spikes as he sets a languid pace, pumping slowly.

"Such a good girl, cleaning up her mess..." 

Slutty, desperate noises fill the room as he relentlessly fucks your mouth, pace turning harder, deeper. Saliva dribbles messily down your chin and neck, pooling between heaving breasts.

Pausing with fingers buried to the knuckle, Xavier leans in, licking a hot stripe up the column of your throat before nipping at the juncture where it meets your shoulder. "So. Goddamn. Fucking. Sexy." He punctuates each word with a sharp thrust, groaning raggedly at the vision you make.

Your hips buck shamelessly as he withdraws his hand and pushes two long saliva coated fingers back inside your needy cunt, curling and stroking just right.

"This is torture, Xavier..." you gasp brokenly between labored breaths. Sweat mists your flushed skin, sticking strands of hair to your forehead.

“Uh uh. Not torture.” His raspy murmur sends sparks skating down your spine. "You're just so tight and wet and perfect… I don't want to let you go."  

Dipping his head, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling into the sweaty skin there as he continues the relentless thrusting of his fingers. 

"Go ahead then… do it." he murmurs low and rough. “Let go on my hand just like this…”

Obediently, your pussy clenches greedily, trying to keep him inside as he hilts his fingers over and over. Gushes of slick juice coat his palm, making obscene squelching sounds with each thrust.

Waves crash over you relentlessly, pulling you under until you can't breathe or see or do anything but FEEL. Your keening wail rings out, thighs shaking uncontrollably, back arching as far as it will go…

Xavier captures the sight of you coming undone, committing every hitched gasp and satisfied whimper to memory. "So perfect like this... writhing on my fingers like they were made just for you… which they were."

Through the haze, you feel gentle hands smoothing over your sweat-dampened hair and cupping your cheek tenderly. And when your bleary eyes finally focus, they meet the most breathtaking sight they’ve ever seen—cerulean pools filled with burning adoration gazing back at you.

After tucking the last strands behind your ear with trembling fingers, Xavier nuzzles your nose in a gesture so affectionate that it makes your heart ache. 

"Was that...too much?" he asks quietly, voice pitched lower than usual, tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

His thumbs trace soothing circles on your cheekbones as he searches your face, checking for any signs of discomfort.

But a blissful smile blooms across your features, love-drunk and thoroughly sated. You reach up to wind your arms around his neck, tugging him closer until you can rest your forehead against his.

Shaking your head softly in response to his question, you answer with a breathy murmur.  "Not nearly enough."

Before he can respond, you surge forward, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. 

When you eventually break away, panting lightly, you cling to him like he's the only solid thing in the world.

"You're not allowed to ever let me go now, Xavier," you declare with a watery giggle, trying to inject some playfulness even as your words ring with earnest conviction. “I think you’ve ruined me for anyone else.”

He presses a kiss to the tip of your nose, arms still wrapped snugly around your waist. 

"Is that so? Well… that was easy," he murmurs with a playful smirk, blue eyes twinkling mischievously.

The corners of his eyes crinkle as he looks down at you, drinking in the deliciously disheveled state he's put you in—the glassy, half-lidded eyes, the pink flush still painting your cheeks, the way your chest rises and falls with each shuddering breath.

An impish glint appears as you gaze up at him from lowered lashes, a cute little smirk playing about kiss-swollen lips. "But you know… some would argue there's still a bit of brat in me needing to be put in her place…”

An amused snort escapes as warm lips brush the shell of your ear and he lowers his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Face it… We both know I've been observing you long enough to realize that quality might be permanent."

Slowly, Xavier hauls your limp form upright, steadying you as you sway dizzily. Your legs threaten to give out at any second, limbs noodley and weak in the aftermath of your earth-shattering climax. But he's there, solid and warm, strong arms wrapped securely around your waist.

"You okay?" 

At your nod, he steps back just enough to grasp your upper arms, turning you and guiding you towards the polished floor. The cool surface is shocking against your heated skin as he lowers you gently to your knees. 

"Just like that," he praises softly, large hands kneading your shoulders. They slide down your arms before gripping your wrists and drawing your shaking hands to the button of his jeans.

With trembling fingers, you fumble clumsily with his zipper, too lost in post-orgasmic haze to manage the simple task. Xavier’s soft hum vibrates against your ear, breath warm on your neck as he reaches down to help, roughly yanking the metal tab down in one swift motion.

With practiced ease, he frees his cock from the confines of his jeans, the thick shaft hard and heavy in his palm. Your eyes widen at the impressive size, a needy whimper escaping your throat.

Rustling fabric meets the air as he shrugs off his hoodie next, baring smooth planes of toned muscle. Sweat trickles over carved abs, drawing your hungry gaze.

Slowly swirling his hips, he rubs the dripping head teasingly along the seam of your lips, smearing sticky pre-cum across messily.

"Desperation suits you, you know that? These needy little whimpers you can't seem to hold back..." 

Your own pulse pounds between your thighs as you part your lips instinctively, pink tongue darting out to lap at the leaking slit. The salty tang bursts across your taste buds and your eyelids flutter shut with a breathy moan.

Grasping your hair firmly, one big hand tangles in the silky strands, gripping tightly enough to sting deliciously as he guides you forward. 

"All the way. Take every inch," Xavier commands, putting pressure on the back of your head. "Wanna feel this cute little nose pressed against my pelvis. Understand?"

Unable to speak around the thick cock stretching your lips obscenely wide, you nod and try to relax your jaw. Then, keeping eye contact, you sink forward slowly as you swallow around his length, muscles fluttering and massaging.

A choked moan echoes through the space, his grip tightening painfully in your hair. "Yes...take it deeper... such a good girl for me…”

You pull back until just the tip remains between your lips before diving back down, setting a steady rhythm. Muffled slurps and gags fill the air as you work yourself up and down his spit-slicked cock. 

Drool leaks from the corners of your stretched lips, dripping onto your heaving chest until finally, with a shuddering gasp, your nostrils flare against the base of his shaft, tears prickling and rolling freely down your reddened cheeks.

Calloused thumbs brush reverently over your blotchy cheeks, smearing moisture around to your temples. "That’s my angel. Look at you… gagging so pretty on it."

Slowly, carefully, he eases you off his throbbing length, admiring the way your lips cling reluctantly to the swollen head. Strings of saliva and precum connect obscenely, stretching until finally breaking to dribble messily down your chin.

Xavier groans at the erotic sight, pupils blown wide with desire. Swiping his thumb through the trails of slick moisture, he presses it firmly against your swollen bottom lip, encouraging you to part for him.

"So responsive..." he murmurs approvingly, watching avidly as you whimper before kittenishly lapping and suckling at the finger offered to you. 

"Wanna hear those slutty noises when I push back inside too." Quick peeks at your face as he slowly sinks in balls-deep, droplets of precum painting your tonsils, gag reflex fluttering desperately… Then he holds still, buried impossibly deep until you start to convulse slightly. Only then does he pull back with an anguished groan.

Without warning, hands shoot out to palm your tits roughly, fingers digging into the soft flesh through the thin lace of your bra. With one hard yank, he tugs the flimsy cups down, freeing your breasts just enough to bounce loose.

"Fuck yeah," Xavier groans, greedy hands engulfing the swells almost painfully, kneading like dough between skilled fingers. Thumbs swipe mercilessly over the stiffened buds, pinching and rolling until your back arches sharply.

"You've been tempting me with these perfect fucking tits every shift for weeks..." Hot puffs of breath mingle with kisses and nips across your collarbone, each one hard enough to leave blooming marks.

"... Bending over just right, 'accidentally' letting me glimpse down that tight little uniform..."

Leaning in close, teeth scraping lightly along the shell of your ear, he whispers, "and then you went and bought that slutty little outfit that hugs your every curve like a sky-colored second skin..." 

His hand finds your hair again, fisting roughly as he starts bobbing your head faster, forcing your slick lips up and down his spit-shined shaft. 

"You did that on purpose. Dressed up like my personal fucktoy, hoping I'd snap and bend you over the nearest flat surface..." 

Mumbling and sputtering incoherently around the thick intrusion plugging your throat, you narrow your teary eyes at Xavier. 

Seeing the mutinous glare, he pauses with an aggrieved grunt, holding himself at the back of your throat. After a long moment, he slowly pulls out, releasing you. 

When finally allowed to speak, coughing harshly and gasping for breath, words spill out in a heated rush: 

"I wouldn't have had to resort to such...such measures if you hadn't spent nearly two damn years just lurking around, content to eye-fuck me forever. You could have just asked me out!"”

Xavier’s smile turns positively wicked as his free hand wraps loosely around your throat. 

"Fair enough," he muses, silvery locks tumbling into baby blue eyes as he grins down at your flushed face.

He tightens his fist in your hair again, grip bordering on painful as he roughly yanks your head back to the optimal angle. Another harsh tug makes you yelp, eyes squeezing shut as a burst of tears leaks from the corners.

Slowly, deliberately, he starts to stroke himself with languid movements. The swollen head bobs before your disbelieving eyes as copious amounts of pearly fluid weep steadily from the slit.

The sticky tip nudges against your trembling lips as he leans in even closer. When he speaks again, the words emerge clipped and terse with barely restrained hunger:

"Lick. Clean my cock.”

Trembles rip through your body as you gaze up at Xavier adoringly, meeting that scorching cerulean stare head-on without flinching away. Your tongue snakes out, tracing feather-light over the weeping slit. 

He groans above you, fingertips flexing against your scalp in encouragement. Drool trickles down your chin as you take more into your mouth, wrapping your lips around his shaft and hollowing your cheeks. Up and down you bob your head, establishing a rhythm that has him hissing in pleasure. 

Choked gurgles fill the room, each thrust bumping the back of your throat raw, tears streaming freely. 

Xavier watches entranced as you work him with desperate slurps and gags, fingertips digging in almost cruelly now. 

"That's it, just like that..." His other hand cradles the base of your skull, holding you in place as he rocks into your throat. Each thrust forces a strained squeal past swollen lips, drool dribbling obscenely down your chin. "So messy for me already… just built to milk me dry."

Eyes rolling back from the force of his thrusts, you submit to being used so deliciously. But suddenly, with a tortured groan, he yanks your head back by the hair, forcing you off his throbbing cock with a filthy pop. 

In one swift motion, strong arms wrap around your waist, hauling you up from your knees. You yelp in surprise as you're lifted, legs instinctively winding around his hips. 

The edge of the table bites into your back as he lays you down none-too-gently, silver hair falling forward to frame his face. Eyes glazed with lust, he drinks in the sight of you sprawled beneath him. In a flash, hands push your thighs apart and up, opening you fully to his hungry gaze. 

"Open wider for me. Wanna see all of you," he murmurs, gripping the backs of your knees and practically folding you in half. 

Xavier grips his cock in one hand, stroking himself furiously as the swollen head notches against your clit. Tears of desperation prickle the corners of your eyes, arching off the tabletop as you seek more of the delicious friction. 

"Come for me," he demands, circling the little bud faster and faster. Rivulets of precum smear across your folds, mixing obscenely with your own arousal as he works you mercilessly.

With a sharp cry, your release crashes over you. Back bowing almost painfully, inner walls clamping down on nothing as liquid heat gushes forth. 

Through lidded eyes, you watch as Xavier continues to stroke himself, your fluids now making his cock glisten obscenely in the low light.  Holding your thighs open wider, he lines himself up and sinks in to the hilt with one brutal thrust, swallowing your startled moan.

"Fuck yes, feel how wet you are..." pulling almost all the way out, he slams back in, setting a punishing pace right from the start. The table shudders beneath you with each powerful snap of his hips, a filthy symphony of skin slapping against skin filling the empty bar.

"Y-yes..." you breathe out on a quivering sigh, voice wrecked and dripping with need. “I feel it. stretching me open so perfectly..."

Biting down on your racing pulse, Xavier sucks hard enough to leave vivid bruises behind before gentle fingertips trace reverently over the colorful blooms.

"All mine," he murmurs, voice low and fervent against the shell of your ear. "Every inch belongs to me." 

"Nngh... Xav... please!" tears leak from the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all—the stretch, the pleasure, the sheer emotion simmering in his gaze.

A wicked grin tugs at his kiss-swollen lips as Xavier feels your nails rake down his back desperately, leaving angry red welts in their wake. Hips slowing their frantic pace, he pauses to grind against your sweet spot dead center.

“Look at you, begging so pretty for me... such a perfect little angel.” Trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline, he nips playfully at your earlobe before whispering, “but you can do so much better than that, can’t you?”

"Please, Xavier..." Shaky thighs tremble and flex around his pistoning hips, nails digging into sweat-slicked shoulders for dear life. "Want you so bad it hurts.”

The needy words dissolve into a strangled moan as harder thrusts punch the very air from your lungs, drawing broken cries and desperate whimpers. 

"Yes! Right there! Don't stop!"

Sobbing in relief as pleasure mounts, you rock your hips desperately to meet his, chasing that explosive peak. Xavier groans long and low when he feels your inner walls flutter and clamp down around him.

"F-fuck… getting so tight already… practically strangling my cock," he grits out, forehead dropping to rest against yours as his hips snap forward again and again. Sweat drips down his brow, tendrils of silver hair clinging to his skin as he struggles to maintain control.

"Gonna... gonna come soon," you pant out, clinging to him tightly. Tensing and shuddering, you grip his biceps for leverage, nails leaving crescents in the firm muscle. 

He responds by grinding down hard, hitting that special spot inside that makes stars explode behind your eyelids. Your legs tighten around his waist, heels digging into his ass as you pull him impossibly deeper

"I know baby, I can feel it," Xavier murmurs, breath hot against your ear.

He captures your lips in a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue as he swallows your wanton moans. The world falls away until only his touch, his taste, his scent surrounds you completely. 

Breaking away with a nip to your lower lip, he gazes down at you, ocean blue eyes taking in every hitch of breath, every flutter of lashes, every tremble of lips…

"Wanna feel this pretty pussy squeeze the cum out of me," he rasps, punctuating the demand with a particularly deep thrust that has your toes curling. Sweat beads on his brow, muscles straining with the effort of holding back his impending release.

Reaching between your sweaty bodies, calloused fingers find your clit, rubbing furious circles around the sensitive bud. The dual stimulation proves too much and with a silent scream, your climax crashes over you like a tidal wave. 

Clear fluid spurts from your spasming cunt with each brutal thrust, coating his shaft and dripping obscenely onto the table below. He slides easily through the mess, fucking into you harder, skin slapping against skin wetly.

"Unnngh! Xaviiiieerrrrr!!" You cry his name like a prayer as ecstasy overtakes every cell in your quivering body. Back arching sharply, nails scrabbling for purchase against his sweat-slicked skin.

Warmth pools heavy and low in Xavier’s stomach as your walls ripple and flutter wildly, trying to draw him in deeper. Breathing ragged through the haze of bliss, wonder colors his features as he takes in the debauched picture you make - hair wild, makeup smeared, kiss-bitten lips parted around silent screams...

"I knew it..." he buries his face in the crook of your neck, shuddering as you continue squeezing him like a vice. Teeth graze the thundering pulse point before suckling hard enough to raise vivid marks. "knew you'd take my cock so perfectly, that you were made for it..."

Gripping your hips bruisingly tight, he pounds into you with renewed vigor, chasing his own high.

"C-come for me again. Please…" Xavier groans softly against your ear, hips still pumping furiously. 

He drives into your body like a man possessed, determined to wring out every last drop of ecstasy…

"How--how do you feel s-so good?"  The question tumbles from your kiss-bruised lips on a stuttered moan. overwhelmed with sensations, your pussy clamps down rhythmically around his pistoning length, trying desperately to milk him dry.

"W-want to feel you drench my cock one more time..." he pants, blue eyes dark with unchecked hunger as they bore into yours. 

Lowering his head, Xavier captures a nipple between his teeth, biting down just shy of too hard. The jolt of exquisite agony mixed with pleasure sends sparks shooting straight to your core.

"You've haunted my dreams for so long," he confesses, ducking his head to lap greedily at the salty moisture pooling in your cleavage. "Fantasy come to life..." 

Through the haze of ecstasy, you feel your walls starting to flutter. Another mind-blowing climax is building rapidly, threatening to shatter you entirely.

"No more Xavier... c-can't take anymore…" you babble incoherently, hips jerking to meet his increasingly desperate thrusts.

Just then, your walls begin to convulse, clamping down around him over and over again. You let out a choked sob of utter bliss as your release slams into you full force.

Xavier groans long and low, features twisting with pained pleasure as you spasm along every ridge and vein of his cock. Liquid heat gushes out, soaking his pelvis and thighs, splattering obscenely onto the filthy tabletop again.

"Feel it... feel me throbbing just for you? how you're milking me so perfectly, coaxing out every last drop..." his hips snap erratically, cock starting to pulse and twitch inside your still fluttering walls.

Silver hair falls over his brow, dampened with exertion. Leaning down, he presses his forehead against yours, breath mingling as he struggles to hold back his orgasm mere seconds longer. Lashes flutter, pupils blown wide with desire…

"Why don't you put those beautiful lips to use..." His voice breaks on a strangled moan as he hilts inside you once more. "...and tell me ho-oh god… how much you want it….”

His words barely register through the fog of bliss clouding your mind, the plea sounding muffled and far away. But then, like a match to kindling, something ignites deep in your core. A needy whimper escapes your lips as your battered walls flutter weakly around his throbbing length, as if to answer him themselves. 

In a move that surprises even yourself, you suddenly surge up, capturing Xavier's lips in a searing kiss. Moaning into his mouth, you pour every ounce of desperation and adoration into the liplock. 

After long moments, you break away with a lewd gasp, pupils blown wide and chest heaving.

"I-I want it," you confess breathlessly, a fierce blush staining your cheeks. Voice trembling with vulnerability and raw need. "I want you, all of you, Xavier. Need to feel you fill me up… mark me inside and out as yours…”

At your trembling confession, something in Xavier seems to snap. Burying his face into the crook of your neck with a hoarse groan, hips suddenly surge forward, driving to the hilt. Strong arms wrap around you possessively, crushing you against his chest.

He moans brokenly, hips snapping and snapping as his release finally crashes over him. Hot ropes of cum paint your clenching walls white, flooding you with what feels like an endless stream. Each jerk and throb of his pulsing cock coaxes out little aftershocks from your own spent form, until you're both shuddering and gasping for air in the aftermath…

For several long moments, the only sounds are your mingled panting and the wet squelch of his softening length slipping in and out of your messy hole. Xavier peppers your face and throat with soft kisses and nuzzling touches, as if trying to map every inch of skin he can reach. Eventually, he lifts his head to gaze at you with lazy, affectionate eyes, a tender smile playing about his kiss-swollen lips. 

"That was incredible," he murmurs, thumb coming up to gently caress your flushed cheek.

His eyes roam over your face, drinking in every detail—the pretty blush, the glazed look of satisfaction in your eyes, the way your lips are swollen and reddened from his kisses. 

Hips give a small, experimental roll, stirring the mess of fluids beginning to leak out. You can't help but let out a breathy little moan at the sensation, inner muscles fluttering weakly around his semi-hard cock still nestled snugly inside you…

"That's my girl," Xavier praises softly, enjoying the needy little sound spilling from your lips. 

Leaning down, he captures them in a surprisingly tender kiss, given the intensity of what just transpired. 

Gentle fingers thread through silvery strands, combing the disheveled locks back from his face. With tender care, you trace the elegant lines of his features, committing every plane and angle to memory. The way his sky-blue eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles down at you, the high curve of his cheekbones, the stubborn set of his jaw—every part of him is simply breathtaking.

"Mmmm..." you hum contentedly, nuzzling into the side of his neck. "I've never felt anything like that before..." 

A lazy grin spreads across your face as you survey the deserted bar, remnants of your heated tryst littering the floor around you—scattered clothing, sticky puddles of various fluids. 

"Mmm, I guess we should probably think about heading home," you suggest with a playful smirk, rolling your hips just a little and letting out a soft moan as you clench weaklyaround him. 

After catching his breath and calming his racing heart, Xavier slowly pulls out of you with a hiss, slipping free in a gush of combined fluids. Still trembling slightly, you can't help but let out a soft whine at the sudden emptiness, walls fluttering around nothing.

He sits back just a little, admiring the sight of you sprawled beneath him, thighs spread shamelessly to show off your swollen, messy sex. With a satisfied smirk, he reaches out to scoop some of the pearly essence leaking from you, bringing the coated fingers to his lips to taste.

"So sweet…" he murmurs appreciatively before leaning down to capture your lips in a deep, filthy kiss. Sharing the taste of your mixed essences, he licks into your mouth languidly.

Breaking away with a wet pop, he grins boyishly down at your dazed expression, a mischievous glint in those cerulean eyes. 

"Well, as fate would have it... looks like I'm giving you a ride home tonight."

You level a pointed glance up at Xavier, trying to muster an appropriately chastising expression. But the effect is somewhat ruined by the dreamy half-lidded eyes and satisfied little smile playing about your lips. 

"Oh? And what makes you think I'm going anywhere anytime soon?" you murmur playfully, reaching out to trail a finger down his sweat-slicked chest. At the last second, you dart forward, nipping sharply at his bottom lip before pulling back with a smirk. 

"Since you couldn't wait to jump my bones as soon as you got me alone, I think the gentlemanly thing to do would be to help me clean up your mess first. Don't you agree?"

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| RAFE CAMERON vs. tik-tok trend.

an; i haven’t seen anyone do this, but if you have, please let me know and i’ll credit the original! this is just a silly little idea i had thought of and thought rafe would be the perfect one. also apologies for not posting anything (if anyone was waiting </3) i’ve been super busy! if you guys enjoy this, let me know if you’d like more social media/text oneshots!

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[sugarcoatedheartt]

luxurious

“ champagne kisses, hold me in your lap of luxury ”

parrings: rich!heeseung x fem!reader

synopsis: in which the intimidatingly rich heeseung is absolutely and undeniably down bad for his sweet little girlfriend

genre: romance, fluff, drabble/headcannon

warnings; vulgar language, suggestive (more towards the end)

bella/sugars notes: first little writing thing idk💔anyways do we fw the layout??

not proofread!

rich!heeseung who doesnt even care if youre using him or not. hes literally just so down bad that he only cares to have the ability to be close to you and spoil the shit out of you. as long as youre by his side he doesnt care, he’ll be right at your feet. he might not admit it to your face, but the feeling of swiping his card for you really turns him on. the larger the price, the better.

you were at a grand mall with him, one of those ones where it seems you have to be wealthy enough to even look in the direction of (his idea), when you were glancing at a painfully pricey but gorgeous dress for a second too long. being attentive as he is, he notices and leans closer down to your level and says; “you should get it, itll look beautiful on you”. you hum, looking at the price tag and slightly wince at the sight of the four digit number. “yeah, but i dont need it, and i dont want to waste your money on unnecessary things.” he finds it so endearing how youre still worrying about money after all this time. “but you want it, no? dont worry princess, this wont even make a dent in my bank account. go try it on pretty girl.” he replies, gently patting the small of your back before calling over a worker to help you out, not giving you the chance to say anything else.

rich!heeseung who worships the ground you walk on. you ask for anything and he hands it to you on a diamond platter. initially, when you first started dating you were hesitant to ask him for things or favours in fear of him getting the wrong idea about using him, but he insisted so much with those pretty doe eyes in which you only get to see, you couldnt even say no.

youre about to leave to go on a nice date with heeseung at one of those stupidly expensive and fancy restaurants he booked. when you go to put on your pretty heels, he stops dead in his tracks and says; “dont move a muscle.” youre obviously confused but comply before he walks over to you in all his glory and gets down on his knees, picks up a heel and takes your foot with the utmost care and ever so gently slides the shoe onto your foot before taking the other and sliding it on with same amount of gentleness. he gave the top of your soft, exposed foot a feather-light kiss before he looks up at you from the ground like the happiest man alive, and goodness did he feel like it.

rich!heeseung who loovvess calling you adorable pet names. he basks in the way a rosy blush spreads across your soft cheeks as your eyes subtly sparkle when he calls you something sweet. on his part, he just feels so fortunate that he can even be acknowledged by you. he loves the way his name rolls off your tongue, and it sends electric shots through his body when you call him something endearing.

“here’s a small snack angel, i picked out your favourite fruits and biscuits” he says softly as he makes his way towards the couch youre sitting on, plate in hand. he always makes your food for you because he doesnt believe his personal chefs can make it perfect enough for someone as perfect as you. he puts his heart and soul into your meals, even if its small snacks like this. “aww, thank you sweetheart!” you exclaim with a bright smile on your face after tearing your gaze away from the tv, reaching out for the plate. he swears he almost died on the spot by how the butterflies were violently banging against his ribs.

rich!heeseung who cant stand being away from you. he can also only fall asleep in your arms. at first he was able to go off on sleep calling, but it soon got so bad to the point that he has to take you on business trips with him. he just needs to physical contact with you to fall asleep. the way your arms wrap around him, fingers gently threading through his dark locks as he nuzzles into your neck, wanting to be impossibly closer. he loves the way your sweet sugary scent envelopes him and lulls him to sleep.

a smile grows on his face as he finally sees you walking through your shared bedroom door after an eternity (it was 10 minutes), all fresh and finished with your skincare. he scooches over on the bed to make room for you and pulls back the covers to silently invite you in. upon getting into bed, he immediately wraps his arms around your waist and tangling his limbs with yours as his nose nuzzles into your bare neck, smiling against it and taking in the intoxicating scent of your hairwash. you wrap an arm around him in return, using the other to gently scratch your nails against his scalp through his hair, sending shivers down his spine and earning a satisfied hum from him. “goodnight, darling” he says, already half asleep. “sleep well, seungie” you reply, pressing a sweet kiss on his temple. his heart rate speeds up at the sensation.

rich!heeseung who cant help but be all soft and mushy with you. people go as far to say hes a completely different person with you. they know him as sharp and intimidating, but when he’s interacting with you, all they see is a lovesick puppy, gazing at you longingly with hearts in his eyes as you speak.

heeseung is in his office, talking to a freshly hired servant, a stern expression on his face before you walk through the door of his office. upon noticing you’re interrupting something seemingly important, you say “oh! im sorry, i didnt notice there was a meeting going on in here.” you were about to leave them be and close the door before he intervenes, “it’s okay angel! come over here actually, i should introduce you.” the new employee is startled by how fast he just switched up. one second heeseung was firm and scary, the next he was all soft, as if speaking too harsh or moving too fast will shatter you. he doesnt take his eyes off of you as you walk over to his desk, making your way next to him. as he looks back at the servant, his expression turns cold and his voice is once again sharp. “this is my girlfriend, Y/N. whatever she says goes. you touch her, youre dead.” he states, a hand sitting protectively around your waist. heeseung looks back up at you from where he’s sitting on his chair, his features warming up instantly and his eye’s brightening. “yeah, princess?” he says, looking for your validation. you nod, giving the servant a look close to apologetic. its safe to say the new servant is scared shitless.

rich!heeseung who gets super desperate for you while kissing or making out. the feeling of your soft lips moving against his makes him weak in the knees and powerless. he’s completely at your mercy, hands firmly on your waist, almost shaking due to the sensations.

you tug at his hair, guiding his head to where you want him to be as he whines into your mouth, not caring for whoever’s listening. he kisses you so desperately and needy that you cant help but want to give him more, so when you graze your tongue over his bottom lip, he immediately obeys, opening his mouth, allowing you to slip it inside. after a moment, you pull back slightly to catch your breath, lightly panting as you relish at the sight of him, all sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead, flushed face, hazy eyes. “please,” he begins, “please dont stop, not now. please keep kissing me, i’ll get you whatever you want, i— i’ll do whatever you want!” he begs, almost at the verge of tears, assuming youre just gonna leave him hanging like that. you smirk at him before leaning back in, practically shoving your tongue down his throat. he whimpers at the feeling of your tongues clashing together and your fingers pulling at his dark locks. he might even do it in his pants right there, without being touched.

“ i only wanna fly first class desires, youre my limousine ”

[piastrixpole]

ménage à trois - pierre gasly & kika gomes

pairing: pierre gasly x kika gomes x fem!engineer

genre: smau

faceclaim(s): madison beer, pinterest girls

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Trouble in paradise for our favourite Frenchman?🚗💨Spotted after the Brazilian GP getting cosy with a mystery brunette who is not his girlfriend 👀 Sources say the two were all over each other in the club and left together later that night

user1: I feel so bad for Kika, she was there supporting him! 💔

user2: Messy, messy, messy. I need to see how he explains this 👀

user3: I can’t believe he’d do this while she’s right there! She deserves better

user4: Can't believe he'd cheat on a baddie like Kika

user5: Someone find out who she is, we need answers ASAP!

->user6: maybe it's just me but it kind of looks like yn ln!

user5: his engineer? nurse she's out again

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Te amo Brasil! So proud of Pierre and our first podium together! 🏆 Here’s to many more 🫶✨

pierregasly: Merci, Yn!! Best engineer around 👏🏆 I couldn’t have done it without you!

->yourusername: all you mon ami, can't wait to do it again

->user45: are we all seeing this right now? kika get behind me

user12: You’re seriously posting this after the rumours??

user 20: She really has no shame...posting kika as well like she didn't get with her man

francisca.cgomes: Proud of you both!! Well deserved

->yourusername: thank you my love

->user13: this is insane HELLO? not her acting like kika's bsf when she hooked up with pierre

user37: This is messy but I kinda live for it 😳

user17: I'm so disappointed in yn for this! She was such an icon for us aspiring girls in motorsports and then she does this

user2: Imagine being Kika and seeing this post after the gossip 😭

user5: Girl… you know we all caught you on f1gossip, right? 😬

user29: Homewrecker

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guess the rumours are true...just not in the way you thought they're both my girls

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I just finished watching Daisy Jones and the Six and I wanted to ask if you could write a Charles SMAU where his wife passes away from illness and leaves a video behind for him to find happiness. They can have a little child together please. Thank you😊❤️

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PAIRING: charles leclerc x wife!reader SUMMARY: after battling illness, y/n unexpectedly succumbs to it much sooner than expected, leaving behind her husband and their daughter. 8 months later, charles is not coping very well, so your best friend hands him an envelope addressed to him from you. WARNING(S): mentions of death, sad A/N: ooh i love that show!! anyway, this is my first ever request (!!), so hope it's as u imagined 🫶

creds to @classiclitfreak for proofreading!! <3

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charles_leclerc Today, 27 years ago, is the very special day that brought me my beautiful wife and best friend. Forever grateful for that. Happiest of birthdays to you, Mon cœur ❤️

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yourusername had the loveliest birthday with my dearest people!💕thank you for all the birthday wishes, they've been such a joy! 🥹 here's to another beautiful year, here's to 27🥂

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tmz_tv Tragic news emerged in the early hours of this morning as Y/N L/N-Leclerc, a renowned fashion designer and philanthropist, passed away unexpectedly, just three weeks past her twenty-seventh birthday. Her untimely passing has left her family and friends in shock and disbelief.

In a statement released by her family, it was revealed that Y/N had been battling illness for an undisclosed duration. However, medical professionals had initially estimated a longer prognosis, making her sudden passing even more devastating.

During this profoundly sorrowful time, we extend our heartfelt condolences to Y/N's family.

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scuderiaferrari Due to personal matters, Charles Leclerc will not be continuing racing for the remainder of the season. Ollie Bearman, our reserve driver, will take his place instead.

This was not an easy decision, and therefore we ask that you handle this news with respect and sensitivity.

Our thoughts and support are with Charles Leclerc and his family during this challenging time. 🙏❤️

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8 months later...

Charles enters the living room, ensuring the door closes softly behind him to avoid disturbing his little girl. Running his fingers over his beard, he examines the envelope in his hand and sighs. Y/N’s best friend pressed it into his hand at a dinner party the previous evening, insisting he watch it as soon as he finds the time. And here he is now, holding the thin envelope.

If someone had told him when he was younger that he’d get emotional over something as simple as seeing his wife’s handwriting on paper, he would have scoffed in disbelief. Not him, that would have seemed absurd. Yet here he is, feeling a lump form in his throat over mere black ink on paper.

As peculiar as it seems, he brings the envelope to his nose, and memories of Y/N flood his mind. He can almost feel her soothing touch as she works the knots out of his back after a gruelling day of racing. Inhaling, he feels Y/N’s sweet scent—it is as comforting as her smile.

A smile tugs at Charles' lips as he pictures that infectious grin that lit up his wife’s face at the most unexpected moments. It was one of the things he loved most about her—she had a way of bringing brightness to even the darkest of days.

Shaking his head, he snaps out of the trance, shifting deeper into the living room until he sinks into the welcoming embrace of the couch. There, he retrieves the laptop resting on the coffee table, feeling the weight of the moment as he opens the envelope and extracts a flash drive from within. Rolling it between his fingers, he inserts it into the side of his laptop with a determined motion.

Once all is in place, he watches a file labelled “To my dearest Lover, brightest Heart, and deepest Soul” materialise in his list of files. The sight catches him off guard—his throat constricts, making each breath a struggle, and his eyes well up, though he fights against the tears. Not now. He can't afford it. Allowing himself to be consumed by grief would mean losing precious time, time he needs for his daughter waiting in her playroom down the hallway.

He takes a moment to regain composure, squeezing his eyes shut, focusing on the rhythm of his breath until the tension in his chest begins to ease. With a sharp intake of air, he opens his eyes wide and taps the file, revealing a video. Running his teeth over his lower lip, he hovers the pointer over the play button, then taps the mousepad with a steady hand.

The video opens with Y/N seated on the very same pale couch he’s currently occupying. He places both hands onto the soft sofa, yearning for a connection, a way to feel her, even though he knows he can’t—touching the past is impossible.

Y/N walks toward the camera, readjusting it before taking three steps backward and retaking her seat. Inhaling deeply, she hesitates, her mouth opening, then closing again, like a fish out of water.

“Mon cœur,” Charles whispers, moving the laptop onto the coffee table.

“Hmm,” Y/N drops her hands into her lap and smooths down her flowery dress. She stares directly at the camera, tilting her head sideways with a crooked smile. “I don’t know where to start.”

Her eyes widen. “After all this planning, I still don’t know where to begin.” She lets out a few chuckles and then purses her lips. “Well, I suppose greetings are in order?”

Her expression softens as her brows furrow. “Hello, my darling, my world, my everything.”

“Hey,” Charles whispers, his throat tight with emotion, barely allowing sound to escape.

“Although I'm very happy to see you, if you’re watching this, it means you're not living as I want you to,” Y/N's voice trembles, causing her to pause and swallow. “I know it’s hard, baby. I don’t expect this to be easy on you, but I don’t want you to spend the rest of your life looking back at us in sadness, you know?”

Charles leans forward, elbows on his lap, eyes fixed on the screen, his face tinged with a faint shade of red.

“Remember our first date, when we had to cancel our reservations at that restaurant because you felt sick on the way there?” Y/N bursts into laughter but quickly stifles it, her hand covering her mouth.

“No, no,” Charles pleads softly, shaking his head, “please don’t hide your beautiful smile, my love.”

“It’s not like there was anything you could do about being sick, but I remember feeling miffed because I already had a stressful day, so for you to cancel just like that, it irritated me,” she reminisces with a nod. “But you were quite pale, so I wanted to make sure you got home alright. And we walked, barely talked,” she giggles, the joy reaching her eyes, “but then this little kid appeared, his name was…”

“Benny,” they both say simultaneously, a faint smile tugging at one corner of Charles' lips.

"Boy, was he excited to meet you, his idol. It was like seeing a completely different person. You became someone entirely new for this little boy whom you didn’t even know. Nobody forced you to take time out of your day when he came running, his arms wide open," Y/N says, extending her arms along with the words. "You could’ve just walked away. I mean, you had a reason to: you were sick."

Pausing for a moment, Y/N sits up straighter, leaning forward and shaking her head. "But you didn’t. You put on a brave face, and you turned into Benny’s hero and so much more. I think we stood there with his parents for about half an hour, and you didn’t complain once. And that’s when I knew."

Y/N nods, crossing her legs and slinging one hand behind the sofa. "That’s when I knew you could be the man I was going to marry. And turns out you were," she says, smiling sheepishly. "The love you have for people, for our daughter, it’s… it’s so profound, it’s boundless. So don’t limit it. Don’t you dare limit yourself just because I’m not around anymore."

Her expression turns serious as she exhales. “You’re such a bright light. You bring happiness and purity into people’s lives—into my life,” Y/N presses her hand against her chest. “I don’t want you to dim it. I want you to shine for as long as that candle burns. Don’t let it die prematurely because of bad happenings. There’s so much more to love, to live, to enjoy. And while you may not see me at your side anymore, holding onto D/N, I’m right here.”

Charles sniffles, folding his hands over his mouth as he swallows his sobs, while Y/N points to her heart.

“I’m with you forever and always. I’m protecting you and D/N, and I’m watching over you, making sure everything’s alright.” Y/N releases a sigh before chewing at her bottom lip with a wistful smile. “And part of that means making space for more love, for you. You have a big heart, you know? There’s enough room for you to find happiness with someone new. There’s no shame in it, and there’s no guilt in it. It’s what makes being alive such a beautiful thing: your love is yours, and it’s not confined to just one or two people. You can spread it, and still, our love will remain unchanged.”

Tears stream down the sides of Charles' cheeks as he struggles to maintain his composure, his eyes fixated on the screen as if afraid that if he peels his gaze away for one second, his wife will disappear.

Y/N briefly looks off to the side, her attention seemingly caught by something in the room, before snapping her head back to the camera with a bright smile.

“It seems I have to go,” her shoulders sink.

Charles leans forward, the screen mere inches away from his face, as he strokes the outline of Y/N’s face on the screen, whispering desperately, “Please don’t, mon cœur…”

“I love you so, so much. You and D/N are the most precious gifts, the greatest joys I have had the privilege to experience, so please, please,” she claps her hands together, moving them back and forth, “please…when I die, I want you to live.”

Y/N rises from the couch and walks towards the screen, her eyes unwavering for even a moment. “Give my little girl all my love, and kiss and hug her extra tight for as long as you can, for me.”

Offering one final smile, she blows a kiss at the screen. “I love you. Please don’t stop. Don't stop loving and don't stop living.”

The video freezes with Y/N frozen in place, a beautiful smile etched onto her lips, filled with the purest form of love.

Feeling suddenly overwhelmed, Charles collapses, the weight of the world pressing down on him. He drops his face into his hands and releases all of it: sob after sob after sob. There’s something liberating about finally letting go; the burden pours out of him, leaving behind a fragile yet tranquil Charles as he gazes at the still shot of his beloved wife, whom he adores so deeply.

A soft click draws his attention to the door just in time for it to creak open slowly, revealing his little girl standing there, her favourite yellow teddy bear clutched tightly in her arms.

“Papa,” her voice floats like a gentle breeze.

Charles smiles, opening his arms wide as she runs towards him. He's momentarily winded as she reaches him, but he quickly regains his composure and lifts her onto his lap.

“Hello, my love,” he whispers, touching his forehead to hers.

Her tiny hand pats his cheek, her expression filled with concern. “You’re crying?”

Charles shakes his head, trying to reassure her. “Happy tears,” he explains, “look.” He points at the screen, where Y/N's serene face is frozen in time.

“Maman!” D/N exclaims, slipping from his lap and heading towards the screen. Her small hands tap the screen eagerly as she calls out, “Maman! Maman! Maman!”

“Yes,” Charles swallows, ignoring the pang in his chest as he shifts his focus to his little girl. “You want to see Maman, huh?”

He rises from the sofa and lifts D/N into the air, settling her on his hip. “How about we go take a look at the photo albums, okay? There are lots of beautiful pictures of Maman in there, alright?”

“Maman! Maman! Maman!” D/N continues to exclaim, squirming excitedly in his arms as they walk through the door and down the hallway into the living room.

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f1gossipofficial Nine months after the tragic passing of his wife, Y/N, Charles Leclerc has been spotted for the first time on a beach in Spain with their shared daughter.

Witnesses who captured the photographs above mentioned that he appeared to be coping well, and fans respectfully gave them space while appreciating the sight from afar.

We're glad to see Charles out and about again, and we extend our best wishes to him and his family as they continue to navigate these changes.

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authors notes: sorry it’s taken so long for me to get this out, ive been busy with my tennis schedule. ill try to get to my inbox either tn or tmrw!! ily all 💗

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theacademy Y/n Y/l/n takes home the Oscar for Best Supporting Actress for her role in Quentin Tarantino’s ‘Once Upon a Time in Hollywood’

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— NO NEED TO BE DRUNK

it was never about how drunk you were

pt.2 to stay for breakfast but can be read as a standalone

pairing: Joaquín x fem!reader

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authors note: wrote basically the entire thing in one whole night…domestic Joaquín save me 💔💔 also I need to start posting in a timely manner…why is it midnight right now 😞😞 LAST THING don’t mind the format change, I write and edit on my notes app THEN copy and paste onto here and I js got too lazy to make the font smaller and space it out 💀💀

You wake up to warm rays of Sunlight kissing your face and a heavy arm holding you close. You bask in the comfort of the situation, disregarding the pounding in your head. The last thing you remembered from your night out was asking Joaquín to stay the night, remembering you’d promised him breakfast. You slip his muscular arm off your body and slither out of bed. As you stretch, you notice the pills and water on your night stand. “Joaquín you old softy.” You grin to yourself as you gulp down the pills.

You’re flipping the last pancake when the sound of the floor creaking makes you look up from your stove.

“Rise and shine sleepy bird.”

“Good morning to you too, Angel.”

He inches closer to where you stand at the stove, leaning next to you. That’s when you take a look at him. His hair is disheveled, his face is lightly puffy (making him look sooo much cuter), and…he’s…shirtless..? You can’t help but glance down his body. His abs may be attractive but it’s his moles that really grab your attention. They looked like mini chocolate chips on his tan skin…

“Angel, the pancake is burning.” Joaquín takes the flipper from your hand and flips the pancake himself.

“Don’t worry I’ll take that one…” he notices you’re still staring “…you okay..?”

“Huh? Oh uh yeah. My head is killing me.” You rub your forehead.

“Well you quite an eventful night, and also, you did not have to make all this food.” He takes the mildly burnt pancake and plops it on a plate.

He slides your plate to you after adding all the toppings you loved. “C’mere, Angel.” He beckons you over with his arms wide open.

You melt in his strong hold, his scent filling your nose, you almost never want to pull away. He rubs his hand over your back in a circular motion while the other holds your waist tight. Your mind stops all the noise and commotion and falls silent in his touch. He creeps his hand up into your scalp and scratches the back of your head softly. You breathe out a sigh into the crook of his neck and he giggles under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing. I’m just ticklish.”

“Just your neck or anywhere else?” You two are now bobbing side to side softly to the tune of only your affection.

“Nowhere you need to know nosey pants.”

His hand stays massaging your head as you bury your head back onto him. This all felt so…perfect. The sunny morning, yummy breakfast, your crush holding you, maybe you were still under your drunken dream. You slide your arms from your side to his waist. He flinches away at your touch fully giggling now.

“Oh my god! How ticklish are you?!” You laugh out.

“I told you! Now c’mon, breakfast is getting cold.”

He pulls a chair out and looks at you. You struggle to dilute your smile as you walk back over to him. Once you’re sat comfortably in your seat, he brings over your plates from the counter and over to the dinner table. Once sat, he looks at you, waiting for you.

“What.”

“Nothing, just waiting for you to eat first.”

You chuckle “Why?”

“I mean…you cooked it all, you deserve first bites.”

You just smile at him as you eat a piece of your pancake. Once you take the first bite, Joaquín digs in like he’s never been fed before. He barely chews his food, basically just inhaling it. You can only sit bewildered as you eat. “Sam not feed you or something?” You joke, cutting the last bits of your first pancake.

“Not food this good. It’s all granola bars and sad salads. Sometimes, Bucky will bring him lunch and he’ll tell me to take some but…” all he has left is the last piece of bacon “…it’s all even more depressing forties food.” You let out an amused laugh.

He looks at you so happily. He’d made you giggle and whatnot before but never laugh this hard. He’s basically beaming at this point and starts to laugh with you. The laughter only dies down when you transition back to eating your breakfast and silence falls on the two of you. You don’t mind though, you’re both thinking, maybe about the same things, maybe not. You can’t stop thinking about his touch. So gentle yet so firm. The way he comforted you without even having to be asked. God he’d be such a perfect boyfriend.

Joaquín on the other hand was still thinking about your laugh. Your eyes squinting into cute little crescents and your bright smile emitting light from how bright it was. The sound of your laugh, he would listen to it all day if he could. Without even realizing it, you’re both staring at each other. It’s almost as if time froze, you both basically have heart eyes beating out of your eye sockets for each other. It’s the sound of a grating squeaking that snaps you two back to Earth. You’d sliced through your pancake and were basically about to slice through your plate. You two can’t help but laugh again at the whole situation.

“You know what? I was full anyway.” You stand and throw your scraps into the trash.

Only when you stand before the sink Joaquín stops you.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You at him and then the sink full of dishes “…the dishes…?”

“Not after you cooked it too.”

“No that’s exactly why actually, also you’re my guest, it’s my job.”

“No it’s fine, I’m basically here every weekend anyway. If anything, I’m a regular.”

“Okay how about we compromise hm? You wash and I’ll dry? Sound like a fair trade, cutie?”

It takes a few seconds for him to reply “Fine.”

You two work together like a machine. He scrubs and rinses, you dry and stow. The air is filled with the hiss of the sink and the squeak coming from the towel on the plate.

“Hey thanks for taking care of me last night, I know I can be a difficult drunk.” You break the silence after putting away the last pan.

“Ah it was no big deal, plus you’re kind of cute when you’re drunk.”

“I didn’t talk about any conspiracy theories did I?”

“He’s totally like watching over us from the Moon!” He mocks your voice.

You can’t do anything but slap his shoulder and act annoyed. It’s him grabbing your arms and wrapping them around his neck that makes you break your act. His arms hug your waist tight and he seems as surprised that he did this as you are. “You know…it uh…it kind of felt like a…d…date…” you just stare at him, dumbfounded. “…in a sense…not just last night but…also now…?” The last part felt more like a question than a statement.

“What are you getting at Joaquín?”

“Do you wanna date?”

Your eyes widen.

“No no like go on a date. We can date after! Or after a few dates! Or not at all! I don’t know, it’s all really up to yo-“

Only when you press your lips against his does he stop talking. It’s not a long kiss, just enough to serve the both of you for now. You pull away and his face goes towards yours like a magnet. Now it was your turn to slightly scratched back of his head.

“Yes Joaquín, I’ll go on a date with you. We can only talk about the actual dating part if you can take me to some really fun dates though.” You smile.

“I can do that.” Then he crashes his lips to yours.

Now it’s deeper, more intimate. He lowers his left hand lower down your back and his right hand higher up. He feels your embrace so warm and soft against him, he needs to be closer. He pushes you further against him, deepening the kiss. You respond by grabbing a handful of his hair and gently tugging at his soft curls. He groans against your lips and you can feel your pulse quickening. It’s only when you start to lose your breath you pull away. He reluctantly pulls back too and has the cutest hazy look on his face.

“I should get drunk more often so you can always kiss me like this.”

“Trust me, Angel. You never needed to be drunk for me to kiss you.”

You giggled and pulled him into a hug.

You should’ve done this way earlier.

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Jun-ho, Dae-ho, thanos (separate, like 3 mini stories, if you get it??? Otherwise do how you like it) fucking reader so good she gets problems with her asthma. Not like she needs medical attention but a five minute break to get/take her medicine and then she's ready to go again!!

TYYY FOR SENDING ME A REQUEST AAAAA

THIS CONCEPT IS SO FUNNY TO ME OFC ILL DO IT 😛😛 I HAVE BREATHING PROBLEMS TOO GIRLY 🙏

SORRY THIS TOOK A HOT MINUTE TO WRITE AND I FEEL LIKE IT COULD BE BETTER BUT I JUST WANTED TO POST IT ALREADY 💔

Note: I’ve never written mini stories like this before and I barely read any Thanos or Jun-ho stuff so this might suck 💔 I’ve also never had an asthma attack before 😭

Jun-ho, Dae-ho, and Thanos x asthmatic reader !!

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Jun-ho :

warning: I don’t think I’ve ever read anything Jun-ho related so sorry if this is out of character or something 😭

You woke up with Jun-ho in your bed, deciding to cuddle for a while before getting up. But one thing led to another…and now his cock is deep in your warm pussy >.< !!

I mean can you blame him? You sound so pretty when you’re sleepy, and the way the morning light fell on your face made you look like an angel.

You guys were still technically cuddling… just now with your panties pulled to the side…

“H-haah..Jun-ho..” you moan, trying to catch your breath as his cock bullied your insides

“You’re doing so good baby… so perfect all for me…” he moaned in your ear

You were being so loud, you couldn’t help it!! He was fucking you so good…your legs were literally shaking !!

“Jun-ho…!” You whined again, causing him to pick up the pace

Fuck, you really were breathing heavily now… I mean he was fucking you like it was the last time he’d be able to or something !!

He noticed pretty quickly there was something off, despite him being a little distracted by your pussy >.<

“You okay, pretty girl?” He asked softly, slowing down to help you catch your breath

“M-mhm..” you nodded, feeling dizzy “just…n-need…my…inhaler…” you panted

He reached behind him on the night stand and grabbed you your inhaler, handing it over to you gently and paying close attention to you

He gave you a moment to compose yourself before you smiled, chuckling softly, the sound making him relax

“Feeling better?” He asked, kissing your cheek with a little smirk

“Y-yeah..” you said “please..keep going now..” you whined

“That’s my girl” he said with a grin, starting to fuck you at the same pace again

Dae-ho:

Dae-ho had you in missionary, just so he could stare at your pretty face while he fucks you :3

“You look so perfect baby…” he moaned, delivering slow, deep thrusts.

All you could do was moan, watching as he moved his hands to squeeze and play with your tits. >.<

“Dae-Ho..” you whined as he fucked you faster, going impossibly deeper

“You feel so good baby..” he moaned “just so perfect..”

He kept squeezing your tits, the stimulation driving you crazy >.<

You close your eyes, tilting your head back due to the pleasure before he suddenly slows down “uh uh uh” he tsks at you

“look at me baby” he commanded softly, and you open your eyes once more

“Good girl” he smiled and kissed your neck before speeding up his thrusts, the sound of your moans increasing as you started to pant

“You sound so pretty..” he said softly, causing you to whimper

He kept speeding up, and the more he did, the worse your panting got

“Shit” you thought. You didn’t want him to stop, but you were starting to think that you needed your inhaler !!

“D-Dae-ho..” you whined, but the way you said it caused him to slow down a little in concern

“What is it baby?” He asked, tucking your hair behind your ear and kissing your forehead

“Need my . . .inhaler. . .” You panted

He wasted no time in pulling out and grabbing your inhaler, his instincts kicking in as he handed it to you, his eyebrows knitted together in concern.

“You okay baby?” He asked, handing you a cup of water as you nodded and drank it

He sat up and placed you on his lap. “You sure?” He asked

You put the water back on the nightstand “yeah I’m sure..”

He kissed you on the cheek and then started kissing your neck “wanna keep going?” He asked in between kisses

“Y-yes please..” you whined from the sensitivity of your neck, watching him continue to kiss you gently.

He then lifted you up and slowly pushed his cock into you, grabbing your hips and making his pretty girl ride him >.<

Thanos:

Warnings: Thanos calls reader “slut”, spanking, hair pulling, drug use, unprotected sex, Thanos is a little mean but nothing crazy

Thanos was fucking you from behind, your ass arched high in the air for him to see. His hands were gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises and the sound of your moans filled the room.

You had both taken one of his pills just to hang out and watch a movie, but you know nothings ever “just a hangout” with Thanos.

“F-fuck..!” You moan as he picks up the pace, letting out a loud whimper as he lifts up a hand to slap your ass.

“Yeah you like that?” You could hear his grin “fucking slut..” he groans, watching how his cock slides in and out of you at a rough pace

He was fucking you so good, the drugs making it feel even better, and making you feel more sensitive than usual >.<

“Fuck..she’s drooling all over me..” he said with a low moan, referring to how your pussy was leaking on his cock.

He moved one of his hands from your hips to your hair, tugging at it just to hear you whine and get louder

“My perfect slut..” he moans “no one else gets to fuck you like I do..” he tugged on your hair a little harder as you murmur a little “mhm..”

“Fucking use your words” he grunts, spanking you again “Y-Yes sir..!” You managed to choke out “Good slut” he smirks, moving his hand to toy with your clit.

Fuck, he was making you see stars, making you pant, making you dizzy, making you hyperventilate-. . .-wait a minute! Hyperventilate? All of the sudden you realize you don’t remember how to breathe properly!! And the dizziness is getting worse !!

You start waving your arm at him weakly, trying to touch his hand to get him to stop, all while trying to steady your breathing. “Baby I can’t..-“

You try to speak, making him slow down a bit “what is it..?” He asks before he sees you point at your inhaler on your night stand “Ohh” he finally realizes and pulls out, causing you to whine.

He repositioned you so you were sitting up in bed and grabs your inhaler, watching you use it and start to relax

He chuckles at the realization of what happened, “was I fucking you that good, baby?” He grinned, watching you blush from embarrassment and nod.

He reached for a glass of water, handing it to you and watching you drink it.

You looked so pretty, panting, covered in a sheer layer of sweat, messy hair and tired eyes. You really were perfect to him

“Are you feeling better now?” He asked after a moment

“Yeah I think so..” you say, putting the water and inhaler on the night stand

“Good” he said, suddenly throwing your legs over his shoulders and fucking you at the same pace he was before >.<

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Additional note: guys I kinda hate my writing in this srry pls don’t judge I’m still learning 💔

[moonstruckme]

Hey lovely, how are you?

I’m not sure if I should be answering this through here, but here we go

I had already read that lil’ drabble and it’s perfect!!! Please don’t get me wrong, I really love it, but I was thinking of something a little different.

Maybe reader has to get a vaccine (because she was stalling to do it) and when the boys find out they were like “you need to get it, it’s for your health” and reader goes like “fine”. Well, it wasn’t fine. When reader finally realizes what’s happening she turns into this sobbing mess and it just breaks the boys hearts 💔

I know this is kinda specific, sorry. It’s what always happens to me when I go get vaccinated and I always end up crying more than I thought I would.

It’s totally fine if you don’t want to do it, though! Also, sorry if some terms were wrong, english is not my first language lol

Anyways, love you and love your work!! 🫶

Thanks for explaining babe, and for requesting <3

cw: needle, also I have once again written myself into an inaccurate emt situation and am once again asking for your feigned oversight of the erroneousness. Thank you mwah! 

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

You’re being quiet. James keeps trying to pick up conversation, but you won’t engage for more than a few words and a terse smile before falling silent again. They’ve all picked up on it. From the driver’s seat, Remus keeps casting scrutinous glances at you in the rear view mirror. James has given up on trying to get you to talk and is just grateful you’re letting him be near you, his hand on your leg while you stare out the window. 

It’s obvious you’re upset. You like being told what to do as much as the next person, and when they’d found out you’d been avoiding going to get your vaccine they’d been more than a little bossy. Though he’d been as insistent as the other two that it was important to get done, James had honestly felt a bit sorry for you; Remus had decided you were going the next morning before you could get a word in, which would have been next to impossible anyways with the tirade Sirius had embarked on. 

James feels a bit sorry for you now, too, when he and Remus are trying to go along with your wishes and keep quiet and Sirius is, quite naturally, goading you. 

“You don’t have to be mad at us, baby,” he says, fully turned around in the passenger seat to give you his poutiest look. “We’re all on the same team here, yeah?” 

“I’m not mad,” you say to the window. 

“I get that you’re not needles’ number one fan, but you know how important this is. We just want you to be healthy.”

You shift in your seat, crossing your legs so James’ hand falls away from you. It stings a little. “Can we not talk about it?” 

“Sure, dove.” Remus’ eyes are on you in the rear view mirror again, his hand reaching across the console to cover Sirius’ knee warningly. “We don’t have to talk about it.” 

You’re quiet the rest of the drive. James is used to being around people that are stewing (years of friendship with Remus and Sirius will accustom one to that), but it makes him fidgety to think you’re angry with him. He really wants to reach for your hand. You’re too stiff to make him confident you’ll take it. 

But when you enter the curtained-off room and don’t go to hop up on the table, you don’t reject the helping hand he offers you to get up. You don’t let go. 

Remus leaves to prepare your vaccine, and you don’t seem any more inclined to talk than you had been in the car. James decides to hop up on the table beside you, putting an arm around your shoulders when you seem amenable to it, and Sirius leans against the desk, thwacking a pen in a lazy rhythm. You feel tense under his arm. 

James is beginning to suspect you’re not actually angry. 

“You okay, angel?” he asks gently. 

“Fine,” you say, clipped. It’s the same response you’d given when they’d strong-armed you into this appointment. He’s not sure if he believes you anymore. 

James is suddenly glad he came. Though Remus and Sirius had to come in for their shift and will be staying after, he only tagged along because he wanted (as always) to be wherever the three of you are. Now that he has an inkling of how you’re feeling, James is glad he’ll be with you to drive you home, look after you in case you have any side effects, and generally help you relax after this is done. Right now, you seem to be winding tighter by the minute. 

Remus comes back in, and James looks over to find your bottom lip trapped cruelly between your teeth. Your expression looks almost pained. 

“Honey…” he murmurs. 

Remus and Sirius look up in alarm as your eyes line with silver. 

“Hey, baby, it’s okay.” Sirius pushes off from the desk, sitting on your other side and winding an arm around your waist. “You’re fine, this’ll only take a second.” 

You give a little sob, reality setting in. James sees the surprise and anguish he’s feeling reflected on Sirius’ face as the other boy kisses above your eyebrow. 

Remus’ expression is carefully calm as he approaches, holding up an antiseptic wipe like a symbol of peace. “Just breathe,” he says, voice soft and slow as he pushes up your sleeve. You watch his every move, every one of the muscles beneath James’ hand tense. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. In just a little bit we’ll be sending you home with Jamie, yeah?” 

He picks up the vaccine, and you suck in a breath, pressing into James’ side to get away from it. “Wait wait wait,” you say in a rush, voice tipping up with panic as tears spill over your waterline. James' heart veritably shatters. He feels it happening in his chest, but they’ve all dealt with patients like this before. Waiting doesn’t help anything. 

“You’re fine,” Sirius promises you, helping Remus to hold your arm still while James shields your vision with his hand. “Don’t look, you’re okay.” 

James doesn’t watch the needle go in, but he hears your reaction, a wet inhale that catches in your throat followed by a torturous whimpering sound. 

He presses a kiss to your hair, whispering a quick, “You’re good, lovie.” 

Remus hums in quiet agreement. A moment later he’s setting the syringe back down on his tray, replacing the spot with a plaster. James lets his hand drop, and Sirius cheers as Remus rubs small, sympathetic circles over the spot with his thumb. 

“You did it, gorgeous!” He pecks you on the cheek, mindless of its dampness. “You’re done.” 

Another tiny sob breaks out of you, and Remus’ brow creases pityingly. He touches his lips gently over the plaster on your arm. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t realize quite how nervous you were.” 

You sniffle. “It’s okay,” you say. Your voice comes out a bit frayed, and both James and Sirius coo in sympathy. 

“My poor girl,” the latter whines. He tugs you away from James’ hold, clearly fed up with not doing his fair share for your physical comfort. “I thought you were just peeved with us. I didn’t know they made you that freaked, sweetness. You did amazing.” 

“You really did so well.” James thumbs under your lashes, collecting water on his thumbnail. “You were so brave.” 

“Don’t patronize me,” you mumble, growing sullen again. 

“We’re not, dovey, we’re not.” Remus rubs up and down on your arm placatingly. At this rate, James thinks, you won’t have any muscle pain at all. “This is more difficult for some people than others. It seems like it's really difficult for you, and I’m proud of you for getting through it. Alright?” 

He’s looking at you intently, waiting for you to confirm you understand. You go a bit shy under his gaze. “Okay,” you acquiesce softly. 

“Good.” Remus kisses your forehead. “You’re all done here, so you two can head home. If you start to feel ill or odd at all say something to Jamie, alright?” 

“I’ve got her,” James reassures them both, hopping down from the table. Sirius holds you still a moment longer, kissing the same spot Remus had before letting you go. You slot under James' arm like you always do, like it’s where you’re meant to be. “We’ll text you pictures of all the ice cream we eat and films we watch while you’re working.” 

“Fuck off,” Sirius laughs. It catches, and you chuckle softly. The sound makes all three of them breathe a sigh of relief. 

James squeezes you with his arm around your shoulders as he walks you out. 

[artsyannierose]

Hii!! In response to your recent post: I know you asked for fic recs but what are some fics that you've enjoyed and could recommend?? Any weresonamy fics are ESPECIALLY appreciated LOL

FIC RECS ACTUALLY I’VE BEEN MEANING TO DO THIS FOR SOOOO LONGGGG

SonAmy Fic Recs!!

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Key:

✅ - Finished

❌ - Unfinished

☁️ - Fluff

💔 - Angst

🫂 - Comfort

🫶 - my favorites

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Oneshots ⬇️

Canon Compliant:

Canon compliant is like i can kind of see this happening even if its a bit of a stretch

Reaching Out - by overdoxicity ✅ 🫂 🫶

Have I mentioned that the Metal Virus is my all-time favorite Sonic storyline? Unsurprisingly I love a fic where Sonic comforts Amy in her distress about the whole situation.

This might as well be canon in my eyes

Amy’s Happy Place - by MakutaMatata ✅ ☁️ 🫶

Just Amy’s thoughts about being in Sonic’s arms SHES SO CUTE THEYRE SO CUTE AAAAAAA

The Cards Never Lie - by MakutaMatata ✅

Small fic riding on nostalgia where Amy decides to visit Little Planet but is interrupted by Eggman, but luckily a certain blue someone is there to fret about her

FLUFFF THEY’RE SO CUTEEE

The Test of Love: A Novelization - by BigKlingy ✅

As the title suggests, this fic is Sonic 06’s “Trial of Love” in the format of a novel, and I’m particularly fond of the way that Elise isn’t demonized, yet Sonic realizes how Amy is a perfect fit for him

Too bad he doesn’t remember any of it smh

Debí Haberme Decidido Antes - by BronySonicFan ✅

This is in Spanish, but for those who can read it, it’s Sonic inner thoughts regarding Amy whilst running around the Starfall Islands during the events of Sonic Frontiers, especially following those open world voicelines about her.

gossamer love - by shizuumi151 ✅ ☁️

Fluff fic where Sonic stays at Amy’s house to ride out a storm and with the amount of romantic tension and flirty banter they have you’d be convinced that they’re dating by now but ofc they’re not because we love torturing ourselves with “PLEASE JUST KISS ALREADY”

Unseen Passion - by FlashDriver ✅ ☁️ 🫶

A little heavy on the flirty Amy here but Amy finally gets those glasses that she honestly desperately needs, and Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles argue about which is the perfect view on Angel Island to show her first with her new glasses.

one rose-tinted morning - by shizuumi151 ✅ ☁️

Sonic surprises Amy on her birthday with quite a few sweet gifts.

more fluff (surprising that i have so much fluff on this rec list)

The Rains of Kronos Island - by MakutaMatata ✅ ☁️

Set right before the Core Four leave the Starfall Islands, Amy and Sonic finally get to share that umbrella…and a little heart-to-heart

more fluff nom nom nom

Silver the Shipper - by FlashDriver ✅ ☁️

Silver practically causes Sonic’s heart to go into insane tachycardia with the simple question “Do you love Amy Rose?”

insinuated silvaze

A Measure of Trust - by FlashDriver ✅ ☁️

Maybe a bit OOC but I love my overtly doting Amy

Knux (and by knux i mean rouge) is having a costume party and Sonic’s just going to have to trust Amy to pick out a good costume for him.

Canon Divergent:

either there’s a kiss or it’s undeniably romantic in nature, or not something i see happening in canon

Fading - by bouquets ✅ 💔🫶🫶🫶

Probably my all time favorite SonAmy oneshot, a small, angsty one where Amy gets hurt on the battlefield and Sonic’s with her.

Sonic also thinks a bit more about his feelings about Amy but imo the way he perceives her in the beginning is so, so perfect.

Love You Like You Love Me - by RebieaZ ✅ ☁️ 🫶

Again, a fic about Amy returning from her spreading-love trip, and Sonic couldn’t be more thrilled to see her.

He’s also ready to finally admit a few things to her…and maybe give some other things a try

Rememberance - by Skyelara ✅

A little bit of a romanticization of Sonic and Amy’s past experiences together across different timelines, but with some sweet nothings thrown in there to sweeten the deal hehe

also i love it when they think the other is crazy for being willing to sacrifice themself for the other but would absolutely do the same

At The Edge of a Cliff - Luescris ✅ 🫂

The guilt of letting such horrible things happen by the hand of Eggman gets to Sonic, and Amy is the one to remind him of the hero her is to her, and to everyone else.

approximate proximity - by windwhisper ✅ ☁️

Sonic and Amy aren’t dating but if you looked at them you’d probably think they’re dating CAUSE THEY TOTALLY SHOULD

idw sonamy my beloved

The Red Thread of Fate - by Jouska_the_Deer (Angst and Alliums) ✅ ☁️

Anyone who knows me knows I’m a sucker for the whole red thread of fate trope (heck i made a whole dtiys about it)

Sonic planned to ask Amy out but instead gets dragged into a wild goose chase looking for the ancient matchmaker (which kinda ends up being a date in of itself) because Amy is tired of not knowing whether or not Sonic and her will ever be a thing.

Cinematic Universe:

Sonic 4: A Fan’s Hypothetical Ending - by Anonymous567 ✅ 🫂

Bittersweet prediction of how the 4th movie might end

If you know me, you know I'm a sucker for bittersweet/angsty fics, but taking a relatively wholesome and fluffy couple (furthermore movie sonic, the most innocent incarnation) and giving them angst?

HECK YEAH GIVE IT TO ME

Alternate Universe:

Serendipity - by KokoLockhart ✅ ☁️

Cute lil fic about Sonic running across a drenched Amy in the rain after having a horrible date, and he offers her an umbrella cause what’s SonAmy without umbrellas <3

Snapshot - by FlashDriver

Amelia Rose and her dad set out to find the mythical Blue Blur which everyone else thinks is a phony but ofc Amy and her dad don’t

idk if this is a full blown AU but its certainly interesting

Multi-Chapter ⬇️

Canon Compliant:

Steal You Away - by luigi-is-stellar ✅ 🫂🫶

One of the first sonamy fics i ever read if iirc, but it’s about what Sonic and Amy do in their downtime, or offscreen lol

Set during season 3 of sonic x, how i miss x sonamy…

i LOVE their banter in this, and Sonic is just SOOOO sweet to Amy i feel like my stomach contents are going to end up on the floor from how sweet he is and also how it all fits neatly into the inbetweens of each episode is stellar

Leftovers - by stagemanager ✅ 🫂

Becoming a werehog didn’t leave Sonic without lingering effects, and Amy and Tails are the ones to find that out

here’s ur weresonamy lol sorry i don’t think i have any more :(((

Canon Divergent:

Breaking Point: A Sonic Forces Rewrite - GoldRingsAm3 ✅ 💔 🫂 🫶

This isn’t necessarily a SonAmy centric fic, but there’s a good amount of SonAmy in it. The beginning follows Sonic and his awful experience in space during Sonic Forces, then later follows his recovery when his friends finally rescue him. Real cute how Amy wakes him up 👀

Sry i really like my angst and comfort fics

The Wind and The Rose - by Skyelara ❌

Collection of SonAmy drabbles for a 100 theme challenge, but they’re all adorable

little difficult to generalize a summary since they’re all pretty different

Starfall - by super_tails ❌

A full fledged fic set just after Sonic Frontiers, where Sonic has to face a new foe looking for the chaos emeralds. tbf this just started but im interested at the moment so ill keep it here for now As of the moment that I’m writing this, the first chapter starts off with obvious romantic tension between Sonic and Amy, and a near-kiss, but idk where this is headed. Seems promising though!

Miscellaneous ⬇️

Sonic Boom:

Boom Boom Into My Heart - by gojos_favorite_girl ✅ ☁️

Who doesn’t love them some good ol’ boom sonamy

Fic in which they FINALLY get together, but not without the inevitable bickering and banter.

Alternate Universe:

What Was Stolen - by Beeextraordinary ❌ 💔 🫶

i’m sure every SonAmy fan has heard of this one by now but it doesn’t make it any less good

AU with Princess Amy training for a championship battle and she’s trained by delinquent thief Sonic with whom (whoopsie daisy) she falls in love with, and they’re trying to fight the unfair system imposed upon those like Sonic.

Her Blue Barista - by KokoLockhart ✅ ☁️ 🫶

Another one of my faves, a little meet-cute of overworked student Amy and barista Sonic, except he’s flirty asf and Amy can never help getting charmed by her blue blur in any universe <3

Enchanted - by trincie_sparkle ❌ ☁️

Both Amy and Sonic are performers, though Amy is a soloist and Sonic in a band with Tails and Knux. Sonic is selectively mute and has a difficult time talking with other people, but ends up opening up to Amy. Cute feels and romantic tension.

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My Fics:

Feel free to check out some of the stuff I write lol

Catching Up (with an umbrella) ✅ ☁️

Start of a series I’m working on where Sonic starts to seek out Amy’s attention much more than he used to

domestic sonamy, really

Night of a Rose, Chip, and a Werehog ✅ ☁️

this is OLD. REALLY OLD. but its kinda sorta coherent and cute so ig i’ll put it here pls don’t judge 🙏🙏

It’s just if Amy was in the short “Night of the Werehog”

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I’ll update this list regularly as I read and find more fics to add to my collection heheheehehe

I hope this is helpful!! Happy reading y’all <3

And please support all these wonderful authors who write these spectacular stories for free, they are the salt of this earth <333

[getouyuri]

ahahahaha 🫦 pegging with the yakuza au characters? unless…? -🦊

rubbing my hands together and smiling ur questions are so fun to answer (Mario voice) Here We Go!

mdni 18+

• oyabun gojo and you (secretary!reader) indulge in pegging as much as this man eats sweets and kills people. in his office he has an extra harness for you and a box of detachable dildos because he takes it 10x more seriously than you do. will cry and throw up and get on his knees to beg you to rearrange his guts until you fold

sometimes when you peg him you’re (semi) joking about getting him pregnant and it activates something in him that has you wondering if you actually broke him. literally goes feral like YASSSS IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FUUUCK 🥺💔🙏🏽 MOMMY GIVE ME YOUR KIDS NEEEEOOOOWWWWW and gets upset when you actually. y’know. can’t.

he takes your strap like a good boy trust trust trusttttt and he’s ass up on their bed when you get home and you’re like boy STAND UP!

• informant shoko and you (stripper!reader) oh yupppp absolutely. duh. nods sagely and taps my pencil against my notepad. they’re switches but shoko tends to peg You most of the time cos you’re like ‘I’m too lazy to put in that work right now’ (it’s a lie because you absolutely can but you want to be spoiled by her). ‘mommy’ slips out of your mouth like literally every time and she gets off on it

but when you peg her ohhhhhjtshrndkw shoko is out of commission for days because you know how to WORK that thing. you have crazy strength and stamina from pole dancing and not to mention your rhythm is insane. out of this world. you could peg her for hours without issue and you act falsely innocent when you overstimulate shoko

• wakagashira-hosa choso literally doesn’t bring up pegging until you (teacher!reader) do and he’s like oh I’ve been waiting for this mhm! he’s done so much research on the perfect harness and whatnot and was even extremely selective about the lube. he read so many damn reviews. you’re like WOAH when he presents his collection of everything that he bought PRIOR to their conversation (you’re mentally nutting everywhere)

choso gets railed six ways to sunday and he’s sooo happy about it. he’s flushing and his lip is trembling when you’re prepping him, and when you put the strap in? bawling. he’s gone. rockets off to subspace while you peg him and is like lalalala ☺️ (tears running down his face) i trust you to take care of me (you mentally nut everywhere for the second time). really likes pegging in missionary specifically cos he wants to see you

• oyabun geto takes some convincing but you (angels!reader & yuki’s younger sibling) eventually get him to try it. they’re both switches so honestly he’s used to you occasionally taking control but he’s not prepared for the beast he unleashes in you and then himself by agreeing to this. needless to say, pegging turns into a weekly occurrence

you pull his hair the first time you slid your strap into him and he cums completely untouched with Theeeee most seraphic whimpers and grunts. you’re gasping for air because ohmygodthatwashotasfuck but you don’t wanna push him too far so you start to pull out. geto doesn’t let you though he’s like keep. keep going. defo takes it like a good boy 10/10 and powerbottoms from time to time

• oyabun sukuna is like ‘do you want to fucking die’ when you (otaku!reader) ask him about it. he crosses his arms and hes like Tch… I’m not taking a fake cock up my ass. you need to go to hell. as if he didn’t wake up a few nights ago after a wet dream where you pegged him

somehow you end up pegging him and he’s into it but won’t admit it. absolute brat about it, gritting his teeth and taunting you telling you that you’re not putting in effort, c’mon, go faster. you spank his ass for shits and giggles but he’s into that he can’t lieeee! sukuna gets the heebie jeebies when you eventually start busting out hentai esque monster dildos and he’s like no okay for real this time, you need to go to hell. swiftly. (bbbbbut he lets you peg him with them)

• garuda’s angels leader yuki and you (barista!reader) fuck with it sooooo hard it’s literally their favorite way to have sex. yuki can SLAAAAANG strap cos she’s an expert in strapology and knows exactly how to demolish you in under minute. she typically tops so yes you’re getting demolished like 90% of the time

she really likes hitting it from the back because she’s an ass girlie and likes seeing that thang on you jiggleeeee mhm mhm! she practically plays patty cake with your ass and you’re like STOPPPP as if you’re not moaning and thrusting back to meet her each time she grinds forward. you end up snot-nosed and in tears, mascara running and everything, eeeevery time

• garuda’s angels assassin toji is like girl be serious when you (goth!reader) present a strap-on like you’re a cat bringing a dead mouse to its owner. he’s very ‘ehhhh’ about it and isn’t interested (he’s lying to himself) but if you pester him enough, toji’ll let you peg him to satiate your curiosity (little does he know that this won’t be the last time. and that he won’t want it to be the last time)

you loom over him with your strap and toji lowkey starts praying because right then and there he realizes you’re gonna give him double of how he treats you. he refuses to admit that he tried to run from it when you peg him because it was simultaneously so good & so overwhelming that he couldn’t take it and he has flashbacks to every single time that you tried to run from his dick and he taunted you for it. toji cums so hard that he nearly passes out when you peg him in missionary while sucking his TITS!

[poistura]

HE WAS A PUNK, SHE DID BALLET

pairings. nonidol!hyungline x fem!reader in which. reader’s perfect and calm life has been completely turned upside down since she met her boyfriend wc. 1.5K warnings. enha are basically troublemakers lol, climbing a window in hee’s one, jake’s one is HEAVILY inspired by a gilmore girls episode, mentions of fights and bruises, not proofread genre. fluff ( link to masterlist )

author’s note wrote this while listening to sk8er boy by avril lavigne and i love her that’s it, jay’s one is a bit short i’m sorry 💔 also!! maknae line’s one is coming soon 🫧

𝐋. heeseung

you were seated at your desk in your room, so engrossed on studying your books, that the sound of tapping on the window almost made you flinch.

turning around to the place the sound came from, you see him. he smirks slyly, causing you to sigh and get up, opening the window “you know, you could’ve used the front door”, heeseung climbs in “i figured your parents wouldn’t be really pleased to see me” he says as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“plus, this is way more charming than using the front door, is it?” that sentence made you chuckle “oh sure, prince charming. i really want to watch you climb down from my window now”. heeseung gulps “well, i’ll worry about it after i get to cuddle you, angel” he says with a smile before attacking your face with soft pecks, making you giggle.

it was really true that heeseung was soft and caring on the inside, but you seemed to make him melt way more often than he was used to, not like he was complaining about it anyways.

“what are you studying?” “biology” heeseung scoffs “you really have to spend your night studying something as dull as biology?” you roll your eyes playfully “at least i do study, i suggest you to try it, that would be good for you” he just simply shrugs playfully and pinches your waist, making you let out a soft giggle.

despite claiming that studying is the most monotonous thing you could ever do on a thursday night, heeseung finds himself sitting with you, listening to you revise the subject, but both of you know he’s not even paying attention to anything you’re saying, he doesn’t care at all. what he’s paying attention to, is the way your eyes look up while thinking of a term, the way your hands move to emphasize your speech and the soft hums you let out while thinking of the material you studied earlier.

actually, maybe heeseung was wrong, maybe this was the best way he could spend his thursday night.

𝐏. jongseong

you watched as your boyfriend played you his self-written songs on his guitar, feeling happy to be in his presence and to be the only girl who could have the pleasure to listen to those sweet songs he wrote for you. “what do you think?”, you smile softly “it’s really great; i love it”.

the faint blush on your boyfriend’s cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by you. “hey, can i try too?” you ask him and he looks at you surprised “the great violinist wants to play something as edgy as the electric guitar?” you roll your eyes playfully “worried i’ll be better than you?”.

jay grins and pats the empty space between his legs, handing you the guitar and guiding you through the notes “put your finger here, here and here” he says as he gently moves your fingers on the strings. your heartbeat started to quicken as he was impossibly close to you and touched your fingers delicately “give it a try, chopin” he teases as you try to play the new instrument.

after a few tries, you manage to let out a few neat notes from the instrument, eliciting a proud smile from your boyfriend “wow chopin”, you chuckle “jay, chopin is a pianist” “same thing”. you both let out a few giggles before he pecks your temple and smiles softly at you “if you learn how to play the guitar, i can’t surprise you with my serenades anymore”, you chuckle softly “well, i think my mom would be glad to not hear you play at 1am, but maybe i could serenade you too sometimes”.

jay smiles and softly pecks your lips “yea, i’d like some classical operas being played for me at 1am”

𝐒. jaeyun

you would’ve never thought to see your boyfriend all dolled up to take you to your highschool’s dance for a charity event. you insisted that it wasn’t a big deal, and you weren’t even enthusiastic about going to that dance, but your boyfriend insisted on being a good boyfriend (aka, showing you off to everyone) and decided it was important for you to attend since you were one of the top students at the school.

you arrived at the dance with jake, and calling it boring would be an understatement.

you two were sitting by a table, “jake we can leave if you’re not having fun” you said, as you knew your boyfriend wasn’t used to these boring formal events.

“don’t worry baby, i enjoy spending time with you nonetheless. plus, the food is great!” you let out a chuckle at his statement.

“i’ll go get us something to drink, how about that?” you smile at your boyfriend’s idea “alright, don’t take too long”.

he smiled before he got up and headed to get you something to drink. as you were waiting for him, a boy from your biology class approached you, teasing you like he always does.

“where’s your little boyfriend, uh? don’t tell me you came by yourself” he grins and you roll your eyes “getting me a drink, if you really want to know”. the boy looks slightly surprised at your statement “oh really? i bet he’s a punk, you could’ve said yes when i asked you to come with me, at least you would’ve been seen with someone relevant”.

just like clock work, your boyfriend arrived and wrapped an arm around your waist. the guy eyes him up and down “you must be the punk boyfriend”, jake grits his teeth and turns to you “is he bothering you, babe?” “pfft, she’s delighted by my presence”. jake raises an eyebrow and turns his gaze back to the boy “uh, really?”.

you were already preparing yourself as you knew your boyfriend, and you knew things would’ve escalated quickly. by the end of the night, you were sitting in jake’s car, treating the wounds and scars he got on his face after a not-so-friendly conversation with that boy.

“i’m sorry i got carried away”you give him a small smile “it’s alright, i’m glad you punched him. he’s annoying” “i figured you weren’t really delighted to talk to him”, you both let out a chuckle.

“hey, are you up for a frozen yogurt?” he asks, you reply with a huge smile “of course! but… maybe it’s better if you stay in the car and i go get them”. he lets out a chuckle “alright boss”

𝐏. sunghoon

“babe! what’s taking you so long?” you yell from your room, sunghoon is in the bathroom, getting ready for a dinner you insisted on having with your parents to prove them he’s perfectly fine for you. he was nervous, he probably hasn’t felt more nervous in his life, what if they ask him about his life? he can’t tell them how reckless he is, they would’ve never thought he could be perfect for you. he finally sighs before taking a last glance at the mirror “i’m coming!”.

the dinner was silent to say the least, your mother cleared her throat to escape from the awkward moment “so sunghoon, do you have any hobbies?”. sunghoon gulps “uhm… i like working out, you know, to keep myself healthy”, her mother hums, her expression unreadable.

in the meantime, you were crossing your fingers under the table, hoping the dinner would go smoothly and your parents would approve of him, considering how they’ve always considered you as a perfect child in every field.

your father asks the question both of you hoped he’d never ask, “do you study? or work?”. sunghoon starts sweating “i… i don’t work yet, sir. but, i’m looking for a job”. your father slightly scoffs and tears his gaze away from the boy, looking back at his plate and mumbling something under his breath.

the dinner luckily comes to an end, and neither you nor sunghoon were proud of how it went out.

he noticed your disappointed face, and before you two could leave and greet goodbye to your parents, he turned to them one last time “uhm… i’m sorry if i’m not exactly how you hoped i’d be, i know i might be far from the kind of person you wanted your daughter to be with, but i love her. i might not be the best and i might not provide her with everything she needs, but i love her and… and i’m here for her everytime she needs me. i want to support her in everything she does, even though i know i could never be enough for her”. his words made your heart melt, and your parents’ expression slightly shifted.

as you were getting ready to leave, your mother spoke up “we hope to see you again, sunghoon”, his eyes immediately lit up “i hope so too, mrs y/l/n. thank you”. your father gives him a nod of approval before you two left, hand in hand, and extremely proud of how the dinner turned out.

© POISTURA 🐋

[chunniwritesalot]

mrs. alonso - fa14 smau - part 2

i jut cant help myself chat

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 a

cw: nothing really! none of the photos used except the one below this is mine! all of them are from pinterest

fernando and y/n have been married for 18 years now, but their love has been the same since they met 26 years ago.

information: spanish speaking! reader, fem! reader, you have 2 daughters- one is 18 and one is 5. you and claire ann stroll are best friends! this is really just how i see old people using social medias 😭

Francesca or Fran is your OLDER daughter and Rubi is your YOUNGER daughter.

(in the tweets it was y/o/d which stood for your older daughter but i ultimately decided to name the kids just so it was a little easier for me! i don’t feel like changing the tweets so…)

-start-

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"mama!" fran called out as she walked downstairs into the kitchen. rubi was doing her homework at the counter as fernando and y/n cooked dinner- some seafood dish that smelled absolutely amazing. fran plopped herself down on the seat next to her younger sister and watched her parents. fernando turned to her from the stove and raised an eyebrow, "hm mami?" he asked her. the oldest daughter rolled her eyes, "papa, i wasn't talking to you" she sighed, fernando grinned, shaking his head, "mama and i are basically the same" he chimed, turning back to the stove, y/n chuckled and turned to fran "yes, mija?" she asked, smiling at her eldest, she was such an angel. fran pulled out her phone and showed her mother the tweet. y/n frowned, "no posts from mrs. alonso?" she read out, raising her eyebrow, "posts from what? why are they getting weaker? do you know this person?"

francesca sighed, "mama they want you to post on your instagram, thats what they mean."

y/n's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, "hmph, i didn't know people were waiting on me to post... fernando, did you know this?" fernando frowned himself, turning away from the stove once again, "no i didn't know this fact." he too, leaning forward to read the tweet on fran’s phone. he shrugged, "tal vez sea una señal (maybe its a sign)"

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y/nalonso has posted!

liked by franalo14, landonorris, lance_stroll, fernandoalo_offical, claireannstroll, and 506,980 others

y/nalonso Mi post en Instagram...😘😮

(translation: My post on Instagram)

tagged: @/franalo14 @/fernandoalo_official @/chloestroll @/lance_stroll @/claireannstroll @/lewishamilton @/logansargeant

view comments...

franalo14 everyone thank me!

user1 thank you fran user2 thank you fran user3 thank you fran user4 thank you fran user6, user6, user7, and 580 others have responded...

lance_stroll I MADE IT INTO THE FAMILY POSTS 🤩😍

y/nalonso Hello mijo, please come over...Rubi misses you...thank you...🙃🙃 lance_stroll sounds good...😨 user8 HELP SAVE LANCE NOW.

lewishamilton Thanks for the dinner invite! Amazing food 🙌🙌

fernandoalo_official Thank you Lewis😛 lewishamilton I wasn't talking to you 😅 fernandoalo_official Oh.......😫😥

claireannstroll Amazing photos sister...😘🥰 Come over tomorrow for lunch👯‍♀️👩‍🍳

y/nalonso Sounds like a plan, I will bring some wine Fernando got from Italy...May need to stay over! Can not drive drunk����😂😂🍷😵 claireannstroll L.O.L!! Sounds risky...😎😏😹 user9 oh to be invited to the stroll alonso hangouts franalo14 @/user9, trust me you do not want to be invited.

fernandoalo_official So hot😫😍

fernandoalo_official No puedo dejar de pensar en ti...😏😲 (translation: I can't stop thinking about you)

fernandoalo_official Eres el postre perfecto para una cena romántica 😍😋 (translation: You’re the perfect dessert for a romantic dinner) <thank you to the anon that helped me translate this 💗> user10 why is nando replying to himself this cannot be real

y/nalonso Thank you husband😏🤪🥺

user11 MRS. ALONSO YOU HAVE TO REPLY TO THE COMMENT 😭 y/nalonso Oh...please do not cry at my mistake...I am very sorry😯😓💗 user11 @/y/nalonso wait mother im sorry 💔 user12 @/user11 shes a little confused but she got the spirit

chloestroll such a fun beach trip with you, aunt y/n! can't wait to see you again soon 💕💕

y/nalonso You must come soon...😉

user13 mother has blessed us again!

oscarpiastri mom said thanks for the recipe mrs. alonso

y/nalonso Please tell Nicole to come over again...Oscar... oscarpiastri 😦

logansargeant thank you for inviting riley and i for dinner 😁

y/nalonso Please come again soon, mijo... food will be hard to come by when you are unemployed logansargeant oh... 😨 riley_whittal HELP? user14 SHE VIOLATED LOGAN LIKE IT WAS NOTHING

carlossainz55 ¡Qué bueno verte! (great seeing you!)

fernandoalo_official ¿Cómo te sientes? (how do you feel) carlossainz55 He arruinado mi vida. (i have ruined my life) fernandoalo_official 😬😬

maxverstappen1 P wants to see Rubi again!

y/nalonso Let us arrange a playdate. Rubi likes playing the Dressing game on Robux🎮🎮with P🫛I am in 🇲🇨on the 13-20th.Please text my number Max…

maxverstappen1 Yeah… sounds good 🤨😂

-fin-

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pairings. cho hyun-ju x f!reader

cw. fluff, reader is alternative and plays the bass, no games au.

author's note: guys i don't know anything about instruments okay💔💔 i'm not sure if i did justice for this one, my knowledge for the subculture is very limited but i tried my best.

wandering through the streets of seoul late at night wasn't exactly the plan for cho hyun-ju.

after a long day at work, all she wanted to do was to eat at her favorite restaurant. she could already imagine sipping on the warm hearty soup. unfortunately though, the place was closed for the rest of the week.

now she has found herself staring into the window of a local pub. the music playing gave her a sense of nostalgia and starstruck-ness. the tunes brought a small wave of relief to hyun-ju, no matter how loud it was, it felt empowering.

a band was putting on a show there. hyun-ju was mesmerized by the melody, the genuine emotions it stirred, and also the cute bassist.

but to her luck the band stopped playing rather abruptly.

a rush of muttering and soon shouting came along with it. the band left the pub silently, walking towards the old van parked nearby.

the bassist followed behind them.

this could be the time to start a conversation with her, hyun-ju thinks, she could come up with many topics. it has been a long day, some small talk with a girl couldn't hurt, right?

"excuse me?" her hands awkwardly fidgeted, she wonders if you were even in the mood to talk. her worries were soon brushed off as she was met with a friendly smile.

"hi!" the light reflected on you, hyun-ju noticed your makeup. it looks flawless, everything seemed to compliment your features very well.

"could i help you with something?" your voice was just as angelic as the singer— well, you were in a band, that talent must've lingered for all the members.

hyun-ju's mouth began talking faster than her head could comprehend it, "is it okay if i ask why you stopped playing in there?"

you laugh, "oh yeah, i guess the guy, owner, whatever- was expecting we play something.. softer? i don't know. i'm assuming he didn't read the list of songs we were gonna play."

hyun-ju nods, "i thought it was really nice."

"the guy thought otherwise," you shrug.

"you played very well there, i only heard a bit of it. but you looked very skilled." hyun-ju's voice made it sound like it was more of a statement. she was genuinely in awe of your talent.

"i'm just the bassist, credits should be given to the guitarist or singer if anything."

"but the bass ties it together, no? it controls the rhythm and pace, i think it enhances the tune of the song you were playing," hyun-ju smiles, she hopes she doesn't sound too sheepish or weird, "you brought a nice sense of energy and aura."

her words definitely struck a chord with you.

"what's your name, pretty?" your words caught the woman off guard, "oh, hyun-ju, cho hyun-ju."

"well, hyun-ju, do you want to grab a drink with me?"

"what about your band?" she gestures to the van that has been waiting for you this entire time, "i can handle it. they won't mind too much, besides, we're not gonna play anything else tonight."

hyun-ju nods, excited.

"okay then, i know a spot."

you motion to the van to leave without you, the bass still strapped on your back. hyun-ju's eyes focused on you before giving a small wave to the van driving away.

hyun-ju was wrong. wandering the streets of seoul late at night was the perfect plan. to meet someone as talented and gorgeous as you, she was able to ease off for the night. forgetting all the worries that laced her thoughts earlier today.

the night felt more lively than ever. you got to tell her many things, such as; your love for alternative rock, how you eventually learned the bass, how you met your friends slash bandmates, and how you discovered yourself through the art of music. you got to share your views and perspectives, your makeup routine, your favorite places to play at— hyun-ju listened to every single word that came out of you.

you noticed it. "say, hyun-ju, would you like to go out sometime? grab another drink maybe, or go to a place of your choice?"

"i would love to."

"okay then," you grab a piece of paper and pen hidden in your pocket, you had this planned all along, did you?

"here, give me a call, pretty."