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hi ibiza - lando norris [serie]

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pairing: lando norris x fem! reader

warnings: not everything that is here is true, alcohol, 2022 Lando, Lando's photos are from different periods and places, THIS BELONGS TO THE RELATIONSHIP SERIES - BUT IT CAN BE READ COMPLETELY SEPARATELY, a bit recognizable!reader, mention of Amy and Lucia - the main character's cousins, English is my second language!

belonging: lando norris relationship serie

summary: the Ibiza vacation took a different turn, but it's time to post some photos

more content: formula 1 masterlist, lando norris first meeting

[7th june 2022]

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↳ yourmomsusername replied to the story: beautiful! have fun my pretty girls send love momma! ♥♥♥ yourusername: thank you! it will be safe ;) perhaps yourmomsusername: [Y.N]! yourusername: just joking mom, love you ♥

↳ pietra.pilao replied to the story: ❤️

↳ tatipilao replied to the story: have fun! happy birthday! yourusername: thank you so much ♥

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↳ user823482 replied to the story: LANDO PLEASE MARRY ME 😘😘

↳ user12315 replied to the story: WHERE'S LUISA?????

↳ carlossainz55 replied to the story: you don't look like this bird you look like you're gonna crash 😅 landonorris: let me be a dreamer 🤬🤬🤬 carlossainz55: never come back, work is waiting you muppet message liked by landonorris

↳ adam_norris_pure_electric replied to the story: Mom said it's not safe. landonorris: i'm f1 driver, chill 😉 adam_norris_pure_electric: She's definitely not chill. But have fun boys :D landonorris: thanks dad ♥

↳ cisca_wauman replied to the story: LANDO NORRIS IT'S NOT SAFE! landonorris: hi mom :D that was fake, i am safe, believe me i love you so much ❤️ cisca_wauman: Just don't break yourself, please :) Tell the same to Oliver. I love you boys ♥♥♥

↳ landofan1 replied to the story: OMG YOUR BACK LOOK AMAZING smash me 💓🩵💓💞💞🧡❤️‍🔥🧡❤️‍🔥💞❤️

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↳ tatipilao replied to the story: Por favor, tenha cuidado (Please be careful) pietra.pilao: Estaremos! Eu te amo (We will! I love you)

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↳ alisaaavra replied to the story: I wish I was there with you! :( pietra.pilao: next time baby, i hope so :(

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[8th june 2022]

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↳ user975 replied to the story: LANDO WHAT'S WRONG AHAHAH

↳ user123143 replied to the story: oh no our baby's so wasted

↳ landoswife replied to the story: HOW HOT HE LOOKS

↳ adam_norris_pure_electric replied to the story: Jesus, my son. maxfewtrell: i got him undewr coentol, Mister Norris adam_norris_pure_electric: Oh, I see 😂😂😂🤣🤣

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↳ user716r replied to the story: can't wait!! 🔥🔥

↳ user716r replied to the story: Will Lando be with you? Will Lando be with you? Will Lando be with you?

↳ maxverstappen1 replied to the story: Can't wait to see you bro ;) message liked by martingarrix

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f1gossip: 08.06.2022; Lando Norris seen at the Hi Ibiza club, where he is accompanied by DJ Martin Garrix, former driver Max Fewtrell, brother Oliver Norris and other close friends. Lando seems to be having a great time, and his girlfriend Luisinha Oliveira (Portuguese model) is not around - we can conclude from this that the relationship published by the ex-couple turned out to be true and they do not intend to get back together. Norris is having a great time drunk behind the DJ booth, inviting people from the club to join him.

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user7828: he's not drunk, stop sharing lies

user71624: his friend Max Fewtrell seen near the little influencer from Portugal - Pietra Pilao! Some time ago, their connection was supposed when they were seen exchanging likes on Instagram

landoswife444: LOOK AT HOW HE'S HAPPY

leclercleclerc: it was obvious that the girl would eventually leave him. he is too childish ➝ username123: look at your charles :)

landos99: oh he's so drunk but he's also so cute ♥

papayasgirl14: don't write anything about Luisa, give them privacy ❤️

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↳ arthur1995 replied to the story: Oh, so this is where you disappeared? ;) yoursfriendusername: Yeah, let's meet later

↳ ilovemargharitas replied to the story: HOW DID YOU GET THERE I AM LOST HELP 🤬🤬🤬🤬 yoursfriendusername: Tell the security that Martin allows it and they will let you in from the side to the DJ booth. ilovemargharitas: OKAY I TRUST YOU ❤️❤️❤️❤️

↳ yourmomsusername replied to the story: Oh my god, how did my daughter end up in the DJ booth? 🧐 yoursfriendusername: LONG STORY, WE'LL TELL YOU IN THE MORNING, WE LOVE YOU! WE FOUND A BOYFRIEND FOR [Y.N] message liked by yourmomsusername

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↳ cisca_wauman replied to the story: MY PRETTY SON! HAVE FUN landonorris: i love you mom ♥ having time of my life

↳ danielricciardo replied to the story: LANDOOOOOOO, YOU'RE DRUNK??? landonorris: little bit 😝 danielricciardo: good job, im proud of you. have fun mate

↳ maxverstappen1 replied to the story: See all of you tommorow ✊🏻 message liked by landonorris

↳ user8174 replied to the story: soooo pretty ♥♥

↳ landogirl81y66 replied to the story: How long are you staying in Ibiza?

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[09.06.2022]

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yourusername: happy birthday to me 🤍

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pietra.pilao: IM GONNA KILL YOU 🤬 [comment liked by the author] ➝ yourusername: no, you're not😝😝😝

username182726: BEAUTIFUL!! 💓

username162: happy birthday [Y.N]!! ❣️

ilovemargharitas: hey, I wasn't there when you took this photo 🧐🧐 ➝ pietra.pilao: and we still don't know where you were [comment liked by the author]

landosgirl145: THIS IS THE GIRL THAT LANDO TOOK TO BE A DJ

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↳ landonorris replied: ? maxfewtrell: are you stupid or what landonorris: why are you sending me this and why aren't you sleeping? it's 5 am and you're drunk maxfewtrell: I found your girl from the club landonorris: well, i already found her 😚 or she found me? doesn't matter maxfewtrell: and? invite her to Ushuaia landonorris: I won't do your dirty work because you're afraid to ask Pietra out. by the way, I'm not looking for a girlfriend. I'm fresh out of a breakup maxfewtrell: Okay Mr. Grumpy, I wanted to help you. Fuck you. landonorris: okay, goodnight

maxfewtrell: And for your information, they will be in Ushuaia tomorrow landonorris: THEY WILL BE? maxfewtrell: fuck off, i hate you

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pietra.pilao: georgeous georgeous!! 🥰

yourusername: such a funny place [comment liked by the author, pietra.pilao, tombale46, maxfewtrell]

tombale46: my back looks good

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maxfewtrell: Ibiza, you are great with great people

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pietra.pilao: so true!! 🥰 [comment liked by the author]

landonorris: why do you have a Brazilian flag???????? ➝ maxfewtrell: to be honest, i still hate you [comment liked by landonorris]

landosfan15r53: LOVE YOU HAVE SO MUCH FUN

user9375t326: max's not single now?? ➝ landonorris: no ➝ maxfewtrell: shut your mouth for a minute

martingarrix: so much fun with you, bro! 😎 [comment liked by the author]

cisca_wauman: My pretty boys! 😘😘 [comment liked by the author]

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olivernorris1: Wonderful time with wonderful people :D

savnorris: great time ♥ [comment liked by the author]

adam_norris_pure_electric: Nice sons! [comment liked by the author]

landonorris: nice one oli

user1874: lando's glowing!!!!

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↳ savnorris replied to the story: ♥

↳ yoursmomusername replied to the story: My pretty daughter!! But why are you so naked? 😳😳 yourusername: mom it's swim suit! yoursmomusername: Just joking ahahahah Your friend wrote me that she found you a boyfriend. Some Spanish guy????? yourusername: WHAT

↳ landonorris liked the story ↳ landonorris replied to the story: on bike after such an party? I applaud you for not having a hangover yourusername: ahahah, of course not, old photo but I appreciate landonorris: Oh, I already thought that such an enduring one without a hangover. from party to even bigger party yourusername: unfortunately I don't have such superpowers 😭 are you going to Ushuaia today? I saw that Martin is DJ landonorris: yup we are going, but somehow later, how about you? yourusername: i'll tell the same landonorris: cool, in that case see you 😉 message liked by yourusername

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liked by: adam_norris_pure_electric, landonorris, savnorris and others lando.jpg: get lost in ibiza (and djing, maybe new career?)

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landonorris: yes lando, keep working! 😁😁 ➝ maxfewtrell: bro wtf ➝ adam_norris_pure_electric: Did the sun overheat him? ➝ maxfewtrell: i'm sure 100%

mclaren: We look forward to seeing you! 🧡

maxfewtrell: maybe no

flonorris1: next time you take me and Cisca with you ➝ lando.jpg: sure sis

ynsplayground: go for it [comment liked by author]

landosmclaren: DO IT!!! YOURE SO HOT WHEN YOU'RE DJ

carlossainz55: It's been a long time since you posted anything here, cabron ➝ lando.jpg: high time ➝ lando.jpg: next one will be about you

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[10.06.2022]

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ynsplayground: bullshit

ilovemargharitas: ME TOO [comment liked by author]

bob4: When are you going to visit Max, he misses you already? ➝ imnotthatshort: you idiot ➝ imnotthatshort: please block him

ynsplayground: what's wrong with me on the second photo tf

tomprivate: lando's right, Max misses you so much ➝ imnotthatshort: please block him too

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ynsplayground: believe me mum, we've been good

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amyprivate: I think I burned my palate ➝ ynsplayground: no wonder, you almost swallowed it ➝ amyprivate: detail

ppprivado: you look nice when you sleep ➝ ynsplayground: thanks, i guess?? ➝ ppprivado: it's such an compliment

bob4: YOU HAD FLARES AND NOBODY SAID ANYTHING FOR 2 DAYS ➝ ynsplayground: for your sake ➝ bob4: we were friends for two days, we are no longer ➝ ynsplayground: ey

ilovemargharitas: Too little of me in this photodump. I rate this content at 2

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landonorris: Nothing better then a day with friends. First time trying wakeboarding

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maxfewtrell: And never again

tombale46: I thought at least in the pictures I wouldn't be frightened haha

landinho12: good for you! i hope you have fun

carlosainz55: good that you're alive ➝ landonorris: what ➝ carlossainz55: what? it would be bad if you were dead ➝ landonorris: if I were not alive, I would be dead ➝ carlossainz55: good we understand eachother [comment liked by the author]

quadrant: Come back! We're missing you

user245: Lando, don’t forget you have a job in like two days 😭

user1352: If Lando’s happy, I’m happy 🧡

A/N: please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)

God, this is the second time I've done something like this - it came out terribly long, but I hope it's ok haha to see the whole thing I invite you to go to the first chapter!

[neiptune]

Happy birthday V! Could you do sanemi + I know you like me? Have a great day :)

sanemi shinazugawa x I know you like me

You can’t help but wince when Tanjiro headbutts him, lips curling and brows furrowing in a grimace that, much to your embarrassment, has Shinobu chuckling. It feels like she’s always watching you when he’s filming a scene, especially if it’s anything involving any kind of violence or bleeding.

“It doesn’t really hurt, you know” she whispers.

“I know. I’m the one who has to make sure it looks realistic” you whisper back heatedly. She offers you a smile.

“Right”

But then it happens again, right as he slashes his hand open with a knife in front of Nezuko. You suck in a sharp breath and are unable to keep your eyes on the fat blobs of blood dripping from his wrist to the floor, devilish grin splitting his face not really enough to ease your nerves.

Rationally, you know it’s just the corn syrup you have prepared. You know the injuries on his body have been meticulosuly applied with your own fingertips, barely half an hour spent exchanging casual remarks about each other’s dark circles and asking informal questions about the other’s weekend. It was pathetic, really, the contraction your stomach responded with when he handed you the extra hot beverage he brought to his trailer. Black hazelnut coffee. It’s sweet, because he remembered it’s your favorite, it’s also expensive: you know that because he got it from that extra popular cafe downtown, where they don’t use syrups and hazelnuts are grinded in with the coffee.

As cliché as it sounds, the moments spent prepping him for his scenes are the best part of your day. He’s similar to his character in a way, equally stubborn, blunt, with brows often furrowed and a deep scowl distorting his features, especially when he has to be on set early in the morning. But he’s also completely different. Sanemi’s smile grows warmer throughout the hours spent between takes, lunch breaks and infinite amounts of caffeine. His eyes light up whenever Genya is around and although he usually makes a whole scene of huffing and puffing, in the end he always accepts to be part of his stupid tiktoks. He loves hanging out with people, is a great listener and the sweetest, most friendly person a fan of the show could ever run into.

Overall, he’s a very decent, kind, attractive person whose thoughtfulness shouldn’t stir anything in your chest and definitely shouldn’t have your palms feeling all clammy and disgusting in response to a simple smirk or a good morning mumbled with a big, warm hand lingering a few seconds more than what’s needed on your shoulder.

Well, perhaps you have a small, insignificant crush. You might feel infinitesimal pangs of jealousy whenever he’s locked inside his trailer with Kira, the costume designer, because she gets to touch him for hours on end. You may often wonder how it must feel for Kenji, the hairstylist, to run his fingers through that snowy locks each day.

“Cut!” the director seems pretty satisfied with the scenes they’ve rolled until now. He gives the actors two thumbs up and lands a few friendly pats on Tanjiro’s back. Izumi, the assistant director, approaches you to notify that Sanemi is going to film another gruesome fight scene. Genya, Gyomei and Muichiro are gonna need extra makeup to be applied as well, but their prosthetics are not ready yet and they’ve all asked for a short break anyway: Muichiro has to finish his homework, the other two haven’t had lunch yet.

“Have fun” Shinobu gives you a knowing smile as she noisily sips her taro milk tea. Although it may be unprofessional, you shoot her a glare.

“Stop it”

“Why? You don’t think your job is fun?” she innocently bats her eyelashes, to which you groan.

“Shinobu”

“I think it’s fun”

“What’s fun?”

You jump and Shinobu can’t contain her chuckle any longer, a sound so sweet that would have you smiling immediately on a different occasion. Right now, it just accentuates your embarrassment.

“Their job” she shrugs and Sanemi cocks his head, a small frown settling over his features as he looks at you.

“Ah, guess you’re tired. Sorry to be a bother, I didn’t think we’d film that scene so early”

Dumbfounded, you stare back at him for a few seconds. Always so clever, of course he’s sensed the sarcasm.  

“What? No, no. You’re not a bother, it’s my job to take care of you”

Perhaps you could have phrased that better. Nevertheless, the smile that splits his face is a reason good enough not to succumb to the abyss of awkwardness threatening to swallow you whole.

And so, back you are in his trailer, sitting in front of him, well aware of the fact that you’re soon gonna have to apply makeup all over his exposed chest. Still, you choose to start from his face.

“Was the coffee good?” he asks as you apply a thin layer of yellow cream to his cheekbone.

“So good” you smile “thank you”

“We should get another”

You hum distractedly, busy dabbing a layer of violet cream mixed with navy cream on top of the previous layer. Finally, you add pockets of maroon, keeping everything as asymmetric as possible to make it look realistic.

“Tomorrow is your day off, right?”

Finally, your fingers come to a halt as you slightly pull back to look at him.

“Yes?”

Cautious, he thinks. Pretty, too.

“So, coffee? My treat?” he’s offering a charming smile, one that has your pulse freaking out on the spot.

“Why?” surely it’s not the best reply one could come up with but, seriously, why would he…?

Sanemi laughs at your shocked expression.

“I know you like me” he has the nerve to shrug but is quick to make up for a cockiness that doesn’t quite suit him, nor the pinkish tips of his ears “I like you. And coffee. Seems only fair we do something about it, right?”

[foolinafable]

ordinary

Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader Synopsis: A normal morning with Five Word Count: 1.2k Tags: Fluff, Season 4 fix it fic Note: wanted to write for five in my tipsy stupor and this was born. Also, send requests!

He wouldn’t change this for anything, six years with you had been as close to heaven as he could ever hope to get.

Five had done a lot of bad things in his life- he was sure he was as close to the devil as one could get but you had always been there, the sun to his moon, the smile to his frown, the Hera to his Zeus. All he had ever wanted was for time to stop, for him not to be worrying about his family and an upcoming apocalypse and that is all he had up until now. the complete freedom from that aspect of his life finally allowed him to have his retirement. Until he got bored and applied for the CIA.

Getting the job was something Diego may have envied but you fully supported it because while he may have the memories and mind of a much older man psychically he didn’t look any older than eighteen and neither did you thanks to his mess-up with the calculations a whole three apocalypses ago. He had spent twenty-six years by your side now and still didn’t seem long enough in his opinion.

Waking up by your side was a gift he hoped he never had to give up. Watching you sleep with a soft smile as he realised that this was his reality now- the world was safe, you were safe. He never needed to worry about something coming to take you and his family away again- it had been six years of peace and he can only look forward to even more. 

He hated waking you up in the morning but also knew that you would be sad if he left for work before you could give him a kiss goodbye, something he wouldn't admit to also missing if he ever dared to leave you asleep in bed. Luckily, today he had the day off as did you for it was little Grace's birthday a day the young girl was very excited for because her "favourite auntie and uncle" would make an appearance her voice echoing in his head from when you had called Lila for a chat yesterday and confirmed to very happy Grace Stanley Hargreeves that the two of you wouldn’t dare miss her birthday party after she had threatened that her father would come and kidnap the pair of you if you dared to miss her most special day. It was later on in the day in the afternoon as Lila had claimed annoyed that it couldn’t be too early as she needed time to not only get the twins ready but also set up the party as the kids club it was going to be located at so he got to watch you for the first time in whoever knows how long sleep in and not feel bad for not waking you up.

Eventually, he could feel the need for coffee overwhelm him knowing that if he didn't get some in his system he would soon become a ‘grumpy old man’ as you liked to say so he slowly unwrapped his hands from around you and gave a soft kiss to your forehead as he departed from the warm of your embrace and made his way towards the kitchen his main goal to make himself a cup of goddam coffee. 

You grumbled slightly at the feeling of his lips on your head trying to snuggle back into his neck when you noticed his removal from the haven of your warm bed causing you to groan at the loss of him.

Ever since saving the world more than once you found it hard to sleep without him the fear of living in a world without him haunts you on darker days and frightening nights so it was of no surprise to you when your eyes quickly blinked open at the loss of him in the bed luckily his side was still warm calming your brain as you slowly and annoyingly began to awaken a lot earlier than you would’ve wished for on your day off.

After a few minutes of rolling around in the bed hoping you could convince yourself to go back to sleep you deceitfully trudged yourself away leaving the safety of your covers in order to find your lover. Yawning as you made your way from your bedroom into the kitchen smelling the coffee from a mile away giving his location away easily you found him sitting at the breakfast table sipping coffee smiling softly as he saw you appear from the door you smiled back lazily as you dropped into the chair opposite his, head resting on your hands as he strokes your face with his thumb in an apology for waking you up you simply hummed in understanding- he can’t be awake too long without coffee otherwise he will become irritable and you couldn’t have that with Grace’s birthday party being at two o'clock.

Luther had called yesterday letting you know that he would be picking up Ben from prison as he was finally getting released today, he also mentioned that Victor was planning on making an appearance. A fact that left you and Five shocked barely hearing from the Hargreeves sibling since you had split off after Alison reset the timeline.

Five stopped stroking your face as he got up from his chair walking into the living room before quickly returning with the crossword puzzle book you had gifted him for his birthday, he made a point to do one puzzle every morning before he did anything else, except have his coffee that is, claiming that it made him feel ready for the day and feel as though you were with him on the days he set off for work before you had even awoken a fact that made you smile as you looked at the boy- a man as he now liked to claim as he looked down at his puzzle his eyebrows furrowed as he completed it with ease only meeting your gase once he had finished today crossword eyebrows raising as you smiled at him before reaching to tuck the hairs in front of his face behind his ears as they usually go in his eyes. Something that while it annoyed him he wouldn’t dare cut his hair any shorter especially after you had spoken of your fondness over this overgrown style. His hands grabbed at your wrists before you could pull away from him, using this as leverage he drew you closer to press a slow kiss to your lips smiling as you hummed in content at the contact of his lips on yours, his hands stroking at your wrists making butterflies erupt in your stomach as if he hadn’t been doing this for the past two decades. You smiled as you parted your hand coming to rest on his jaw where his dimple sat among his freckles, he smiled back at you his eyes not daring to leave yours.

You both were sure that while this day was going to be as ordinary as the others had these past six years it would be special just because you were here together. 

[bangchanwifey]

hii can you pls do head canons for dating dae ho??

bf head canons w kang dae-ho / player 388 ˚⊱🎀⊰˚

pt. 2 is here !!

pairing(s): bf!kang dae-ho x female!reader

warnings: femme reader, modern day au, language, nsfw, kissing, mentions of sex/oral sex, fluff

-touchiest/clingiest person ever and he makes sure everyone knows it

-biggest gentleman ever!!! <3

-steals your hair ties when he can’t find his own bc he knows you don’t mind

-will spoil you any chance he can especially for anniversaries/birthdays

-always complimenting you and reminding you how much he loves you

“you’re the most beautiful girl in the world” “i love you so much baby”

-has made playlists for you before and you listen to them religiously

-has a hard time going a couple days or even hours without you

“i’ve missed you so much!” you heard dae ho yell as you walked through the door. he engulfed you in a hug before you could even react. “it hasn’t even been a day baby…” you whisper in his ear. he smiles to himself before replying, “i know…” he looked down shyly almost like he was embarrassed. you picked his face up in your hands making him look at you. “it’s okay i missed you too dae… i wish we could spend every minute together.” his smile widened at your words holding on to you tighter like you were going to slip away any second.

-always sending you texts throughout the day to update you on what he’s doing

-loves physical touch (hugging, holding hands, cuddling)

-loves watching you do your makeup/hair just staring at you in awe of how he landed the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen

nsfw warning!!! (18+)

-def a switch idc!

-thinks about you while jerking off and likes to pretend it’s your hand instead of his

-loves cockwarming even if you’re just laying in bed together watching tv

-can’t help but get hard every time you’re even remotely close to him

-loves it when you take control and act more dominant

-he seems so innocent but i feel like he’s def saying the nastiest things during sex

“taking my cock so well babygirl” “you look so pretty like this”

-has a praise kink

-eating you out is his fav hobby and he can literally do it for hours on end

⇾ be sure to checkout my masterlist if you enjoyed! any type of interaction is appreciated :’)

⇾ dae-ho my beloved💋💋💋 i hope you guys enjoyed and if you did i made a part two you can check it out here !! keep sending requests i love writing for him!!! thank you for reading i love you all :)

[rosyblooom]

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😊❤️

when i die, i want you to live | cl16 smau

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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[ caption 1: I sure hope so!😌 ] [ caption 2: my heart is so full🥹💕 ]

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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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Three weeks later...

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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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“Date?” Spencer asks despite his knowing, watching as you wrap a cardigan over your shoulders and fix the bracelet on your wrist.

He’s not in denial about how pretty you are. He remembers it, even back when the two of you were younger. Everyone loved you– following you around the playground and doing whatever you ask of them. You’re the sun, he accepted on a hot summer’s day, drowsy from the heatwave while you ate a bright orange popsicle beside him. You’re the sun and I’m one of the planets you allow to be near you. 

He’s not entirely surprised either when he sees you again, as beautiful as he remembered, surrounded by people of all genders with starstruck gazes, all enchanted by your brilliant smile and embellished words. He’s not surprised either when you receive so many propositions of romance. A little jealous, maybe, because sometimes he wishes that you would share an ounce of your sparkle with him. 

“Yeah,” you respond with a soft smile, fixing your shoes. “Going out for dinner. I’ll be home a little late, so don’t wait up, okay?”

“Okay,” he agrees, fiddling with the ends of his hair. “You’ll call me, right? If you need anything.”

Your smile widens and you nod. “Of course I will. Thanks, Walter, you’re the best.”

His cheeks glow warm at his middle name and he clears her throat. “Good night.”

“Good night!”

Then you’re gone. He doesn’t hear the way you return back to the apartment hours later but earlier than anticipated, or the way you dump your bags at the doorway instead of putting them away in your room as you usually do. He doesn’t notice the way the shower runs longer than usual, or the opening and shutting of the freezer door or the clanging of metal spoons. He wishes he did.

*** 

“I give up.” You grip the phone against your ear tighter, your gaze dark with frustration. “Hah, you’re on to talk! You’re getting married in November! Yeah, well, it doesn’t help. I hear enough of that from everyone. Bye.”

Spencer flinches at the harshness of your tone. He’s even more concerned at your initial words. You’re giving up on something? You’ve never given up on anything. That’s one of your biggest charms; you know exactly what you want and you’ll do anything to get it. Giving up is simply not in your vocabulary. Except for now, he supposes. 

“I am so– so  sick of this,” You huff, slumping onto the couch beside him, hugging a Tuxedo Sam plush toy that he bought you for your birthday a few years ago. “This is so stupid.”

“What’s stupid?” Spencer asks cautiously, placing his book down and turning to you.

“Paget is getting married in November,” you say, half happy but half sullen. 

He nods, perplexed. He knows all about the wedding, especially since you’ve come home after shopping for dresses and decided to get his opinions on all of them. “You’ve been looking forward to it since the beginning of the year.”

“I know,” you insist, frowning. “And I am excited! But lately she’s been pressing me to bring someone as a plus one and when I said that I’d invite one of my friends in my class, she insisted that this is a brilliant time to invite a boyfriend. And she keeps sending me off on blind dates lately and I’m just ugh!”

Spencer pats your shoulder in an effort to be sympathetic. “They haven’t been going well?”

“They suck,” You grumble. “Rude, stupid, inconsiderate– the list goes on and I am sick and tired of being treated like an idiot on every date I go on.”

“I see.”

“I know what I want,” you continue, squeezing the plush toy in your lap. “I see it all the time. With my friends and the people I care about. I know how I want to be loved; I know how I deserve to be loved. I just don’t understand why it’s so difficult to find someone who would love me the way I deserve to be. And I see all these people falling in love and getting married and having these wonderful relationships, I can’t help but wonder if I did something to be so unlikeable.”

“You’re not unlikeable,” Spencer says immediately, frowning. How can you say something like that? “You’re the most likable person I know. There’s just a lot that you’re not willing to put up with, things that a lot of men do that you don’t want to put up with, and they can’t understand that.”

He relishes the way you smile, smaller than your usual ones, before leaning your head onto his shoulder. His heart leaps into his throat at the contact, taking in the sweet smell of your perfume. He doesn’t understand how someone could ever dislike you– you and your brilliant smiles and your sweet disposition. 

“There’s an old Buddhist saying,” he begins slowly, watching as you take to drawing circles against the back of his palm, “that the act of bringing you and your soulmate together was 500 years in the making. So you’ll find someone. Or maybe you’ve already met them.”

“You’re lovely,” you murmur, drawing a heart then a series of squiggles onto his hand. 

His cheeks glow hot. “I could say the same for you.”

He thinks of the letters he’s written for you but never sent, all stored neatly in a box. There’s one envelope that sticks out from the rest– your favourite colour with a heart wax seal. He decides against giving it to you for the thousandth time.

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The night was full of partying, drinking and dancing as you celebrated your best friend's 23rd birthday. The night quickly turned into a mess when you went to the bar to get everyone more drinks. When you came back your friends were nowhere to be seen, you assumed they were in the dance floor but when you went to check, they weren't there either. To make matters worse, you had put your phone in your friend's purse for safe keeping so you had no way to contact them. The panic quickly sobered you up as you looked everywhere for them but instead you found different a familiar face.

"Mason?"

"Y/n! Hey, I didn't realize you were here."

Your ex-boyfriend went for a hug as he greeted you. You and Mason ended your relationship over a year ago, and though you felt no animosity towards the football player, the breakup had been hard as everybody on the internet seemed to have an opinion on it. It was mutual breakup, you both were in different stages in your life and it just seemed like it wasn't your time.

"Yeah, I was celebrating y/bff/n's birthday with a few other girls, but I have no idea where they are and they have my cell." You were starting to get frustrated as you felt like they left without you.

"Oh no, I would help you look but I'm about to head out. Let me give you a ride home, I would hate for you to be here by yourself."

You knew if somebody saw you and Mason alone it would cause chaos all over again, but you had no other choice at the moment and you just wanted to go to bed. You agreed and as you left you both were oblivious to the cameras taking pictures of you leaving through the back door together.

As you pulled up to your hotel you smiled at Mason and thanked him.

"You're a lifesaver Mase seriously, I don't know what I would've done if I never found them or you."

"You don't have to thank me y/n. I will always look out for you even if we're broken up. I still care for you."

"You're a great friend, I'll always look out for you too."

"And um I have to ask,"

You could tell he was nervous as he scratched the back of his neck and his cheeks flushed slightly.

"What is it Mase?"

"Do you love him?"

You were surprised by the question, not expecting him to bring up Lando.

"Um yeah-yes. I love him so much, I can't even find the words to describe it to be honest. I don't think any song I write can even measure to how strong my love is for him."

"That's good, yeah, that's great. I just, I'm happy you found your person y/n. You know, I thought that person would be me, but if you're happy, than I am too. I guess we just weren't meant to be."

"Mase, you're one of the most amazing people I've met, seriously. I don't think it was ever in the cards for us, but you've taught me so much and you'll always have a special place in my heart. You will find your person one day, I promise."

You smiled at Mason as you spoke, not realizing you had given him the closure he had been needing for a year.

Lando was freaking out.

He had been sent the article of you and Mason over 5 times already and you hadn't answered your phone in over 2 hours. His mind was reeling as he was thinking about what you could possibly be doing right now. Even though he trusted you more than anything, he couldn't help but let it get to him. Why aren't you answering?

He knew your phone was charged and turned on considering he can still see your location. As he checked it again, he realized you were no longer at the club. You were at someone's apartment. Why weren't you at your hotel? Who's apartment was this?

Before he let himself jump to conclusions, he called y/bff/n knowing you two went out together.

"LANDOOOO! HI."

"Y/bff/n, hey is y/n with you?"

"Y/n? Oh nooooo. Aw I miss her Lan, is she with you?"

"What? No, how could she be with me? I'm in Monaco right now."

"Oh. Then I'm not so sure."

Lando could feel himself getting frustrated as he spoke with the clearly intoxicated girl.

"Okay, did she go home with you? With anyone else?"

"I don't know, you should probably call her or something."

"I did, over 10 times in the past hour."

"Oh maybe she's busy! Let me know how it goes, bye!"

"Wait-"

She hung up. Lando was going to throw up. He was never considered himself as an insecure guy, but he couldn't help but feel there was something going on. He's seen those tweets and comments saying how much everyone loved you and Mason together. What if those comments made you realize they were right? What if you were with Mason right now? Lando wanted to cry, scream and throw up all at once.

Three loud knocks woke you up from your beauty sleep. You were still in last night's clothes as you were too tired to even change after the nights disaster. You opened the door and your best friend ran in and hugged you.

"Y/N! I'm so so sorry for leaving you all by yourself. I was completely blacked out and I guess I was acting sloppy because y/f/n said we got kicked out of the club! I was acting too drunk and they got mad im so so sorry, this is all my fault and we tried to tell security to get you but they were so mean and-"

"Y/bff/n stop. It's fine, it was your birthday, you deserved to act a little crazy."

"Still babe, I'm sorry. Now that article is being spread like crazy and it's all because of me."

"What are you talking about? What article?"

"Shit. I forgot, here's your phone. But I have to warn you, people saw you leaving the club with Mason last night and the rumors have already begun. Im sorry hun."

Oh god.

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The notifications were endless as you scrolled through your phone but there was only one that you really cared about. You immediately called Lando, afraid he was angry at you for this mess.

"Lan, baby, I'm so sorry for worrying you. I just opened your messages, y/bff/n had my phone all night." You immediately gave him a run down of the night as you knew what it was like to be in his position. The media has circulated so many rumors about your relationship overnight and you knew how hard that was. You had dealt with it all throughout your career and you were heartbroken it was happening to Lando because of you.

"That's weird because I actually called y/bff/n last night and she did not mention she had your phone."

"She was so out of it last night, she probably forgot she even had it. Oh god, she was downing shots I'm honestly not even surprised she got kicked out, she was so crazy-"

"Y/n, you don't understand, I have not slept all night. I was worried and everyone is talking about this. I look like an idiot in this situation."

You knew Lando was going to be upset but after your explanation, you didn't expect for him to still be angry at you.

"I know, the night was a mess, but nothing happened with Mason. He just dropped me off and I'm grateful it was him and not some random taxi."

"You're grateful it was him? You're grateful these pictures are all over the internet?"

"That's not what I meant! I meant he was the safest option at that moment, I had nobody else."

"Yeah. Half of the internet is happy it was him. People are actually celebrating thinking you guys are back together."

"Don't listen to them Lan, me and Mase are never getting back together. People will accept it over time and this will blow over."

"Why are you being so casual about this? Do you even know how I felt last night when you weren't answering. I was going to be sick thinking what you could possibly be doing with him."

"Lan, I told you nothing happened. Why aren't you believing me?"

"This is just all too much." Lando knew he was overreacting a bit. Your story made sense and it all lined up, but he had spent the entire night overthinking and reading the rumors about you two that he couldn't get them out of his mind. He loved you so much and last night made him realize how easily he can lose you and that thought terrified him. You were everything to him, but did you really feel the same way?

"Are you breaking up with me? Seriously? Over a stupid tabloid, I can't believe this." You felt betrayed. Did he not trust you?

"I dont know, it's just hard for me wrap my head around this right now."

"Lan, my flight to Monaco leaves in a few hours, how about we just talk about this in person when our heads are clear?"

Lando was getting angrier as the call went on. He knew his insecurities were getting the best of him right now but he felt like you weren't listening to him. You were trying to brush this off when the whole world was going against you two right now.

"Wow Y/n. My heads pretty fucking clear right now. You know what? Maybe it's best if you don't come, yeah?"

"Yeah, okay."

one week later

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dailymail Singer Y/n Y/l/n spotted once again with Manchester United star, Mason Mount, leaving a restaurant with a few other football players. Are the two officially back together? Rumors of her breakup with Formula One driver, Lando Norris have been circulating for over a week now after Y/l/n and Mount were seen leaving a club together. Read more on this new love triangle in our article linked in our bio.

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user2 team mason idc

user3 funny how the last song she dropped was titled slut, if the shoe fits :)

user4 slut shaming in 2023? disgusting.

user5 i refuse to believe her and lando broke up sorry

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part 7 of the skz crack!horror series.

pairing: Kim Seungmin x fem!reader rating: mature, dark themes summary: werewolf!Seungmin saves your life from a pack, inadvertently earning your unwavering loyalty, even though he’s just as much a killer as they were. Sometimes he can’t decide if he wants to wrap you up in bubble wrap to save you from your own idiotic self or dump your annoying ass back where he found you. (warnings below the cut)

word count: 6k

warnings: Fear, attempted murder, werewolves hunting humans, reader makes dumb decisions, Seungmin’s gonna pull his own hair out, Ateez, group dynamic manipulation (Jeongin is SKZ alpha, Yunho is ATZ alpha), language, undertones of violence (canine-type pecking order fights), reader is referred to as ‘the bitch’ occasionally (canine term more so than derogatory term), undertones of domestic abuse (non-physically-violent, reader is unhappy), Yunho SLANDER (I’m sorry Yunho I love you), reader is touch starved, cuddles

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He's noticed you here and there around campus.

You're always with Yunho, or one of his pack. The entire student body knows who you are, knows you belong to one of the strongest packs on campus, knows that you're engaged to the alpha. To Yunho, one of the most prolific killers of your generation.

No one bothers you.

The first time Seungmin recognizes you by yourself, you're on the outskirts of campus, practicing some kind of flowy, yoga-like, graceful movements in the back of the baseball field. He watches you for only a few seconds before his eyes are scanning your surroundings, checking the bleachers for Yunho or the other members of his pack who are always hovering around you with possessive consistency. There's no one. You are alone.

Your focus surprises him. The way you control your motions, the finest muscles in perfect form, your expression intensely concentrated, is different from the behavior he's seen from you so far. You're always smiling, always latched onto Yunho, always fluttering around him and his pack to provide companionship and servitude whenever called upon. Now, though, you are planted firmly in your own autonomy, exercising some kind of active meditation that speaks volumes of your true self.

Seungmin turns away from you and doesn't look back. To be caught gazing at Yunho's fiancé with anything other than perhaps disinterested reverence means trouble.

The next time he sees you, you're in a restaurant alone, watching the clock tick away the minutes as Yunho stands you up. You're quiet again, your face peacefully still in your fiancé's absence, your hands folded neatly in your lap and not an ounce of surprise in your body that you're being forgotten once again.

After over an hour of waiting, a member of Yunho's pack arrives and hovers over your table. When you meet the eyes of the man who's come to pick you up, you've got a manufactured embarrassed smile on your face and you get up, already laughing and chatting about something that you had no thoughts of only moments before.

The man herds you outside into his car, pays the bill for the glass of wine that you've barely sipped, and chauffeurs you off into the night.

A few weeks go by before he sees you again, and this time you’re in the grocery store with two of Yunho’s pack, and you’re not smiling anymore. Your hands tremble as you reach for packages of meat and cartons of eggs, your eyes downcast and darting to clock the positions of your companions at every turn.

Each time he catches a glimpse of you between aisles and around fruit displays, he notices the dynamics have shifted from what they usually are. Because they’re not your companions, this time; this time they’re your keepers; your captors.

Seungmin notices a familiar face pop up obliviously from behind a shelf of fresh bread, turning over a package of sourdough in his hands to check the baker’s date. The young man, one of Seungmin’s own friends, bounces the loaf of bread in his palm once and then tosses it into his basket before moving on to the display of cheeses.

You noticed the guy at the same time that Seungmin did, but you whip your head away and make a beeline for an aisle at the complete opposite side of the store to avoid him.

Both of your companions have already caught sight of the man you’re trying to stay away from, and they’re hurrying after you with hostile glares pointed back at him.

The entire exchange is odd, especially since Seungmin knows for sure that his friend Felix wouldn’t be stupid enough to make a move on Yunho’s woman.

Despite your obvious attempts at avoidance, you run into Felix at the checkout line, which Seungmin witnesses from a spot further back in line, his own groceries piled high in his own basket. He hears Felix chirp a cheerful hello to you, and then a more cautious one to both of your escorts.

You murmur a quiet response back, and your men say nothing.

“I just wanted to thank you again for carrying me on that partner project last week.” Felix is saying, completely ignoring the darkening auras of the wolves beside you. “I was getting worried about my grade there for a minute.”

“You don’t give yourself enough credit,” You respond kindly. “Your part definitely tied the project together.” You’re dumping your items on the conveyor belt as quickly as you can, desperately trying to get checked out and away from Felix as fast as possible.

The line moves and Seungmin finds himself ever so slightly closer to you.

Felix laughs softly and reaches to lay a casual and friendly pat to your arm, a move that Seungmin has seen him replicate hundreds of times with dozens of friends and acquaintances—a move that means nothing—but the shorter of your two companions bullies his way between you and Felix with a snarl.

“Woo!” You snap, snatching him by his sleeve. You can’t move him, you can’t actually call him off, but the frantic tone in your voice and the desperate plea in your eyes convinces Felix to back off without a fight.

“Don’t worry about it,” Felix shakes his head at you, ignoring Wooyoung entirely. “It’s not your fault they don’t have the social experience to recognize a harmless interaction. But I hear that’s a common problem for lapdogs.”

Seungmin can feel the tension thicken between the four of you and his own hackles rise instinctively, his hand gripping his basket with enough strength to bruise.

“That’s not helpful right now,” You say, and loop an arm through Wooyoung’s to hold close. You turn to the taller man behind you, the one who hasn’t torn his smoldering glare from Felix. “We need to pay and go. Yunho doesn’t want to cause problems with another pack, and there’s no reason to waste energy on him.” You shrug a dismissive shoulder at Felix, who rolls his eyes and walks away to join another checkout line. “He was just a group project partner, Mingi. He’s friendly with everyone.”

The larger man glances at you, then over the divider to Felix, then to the end of your line to Seungmin.

Of course he’s already clocked Seungmin.

There’s a reason he was chosen to guard you.

Evidently deciding that getting you out of the grocery store is easier than dealing with a confrontation from two members of a competing pack, Mingi tugs his wallet from a back pocket and pays for the groceries. He tosses the bags into Wooyoung’s grasp and then turns you with a hand on your back and herds you out of the store.

Seungmin doesn’t breathe again until their vehicle speeds you out of the parking lot.

The reason for your sudden protection detail becomes a little clearer the next time he finds you at the end of the baseball field, practicing your meditative *tai chi—*when he finds you crying. Your arms and legs carrying you with perfect poise through the movements, your face scrunched with pain and soaked with tears.

He’s on alert at the sight of your obvious distress, his senses kicking into overdrive to determine the cause of your ache, but he can’t identify a source. Instead of endorphins and blood, obvious markers of physical pain and abuse, you smell like cortisol and low blood sugar. Despite the over-controlling appearance of things, Yunho doesn’t seem to be hurting you, which does surprise him.

But you are unhappy.

That much is obvious.

You’re unhappy, you’re pulling away from your perfect fiancé to find time for yourself, and Yunho is feeling his grasp on you slipping. He can’t risk suffering a humiliating breakup that the entire student body would find out about, so he’s using his pack to keep an eye on you.

Seungmin knows what will happen to you if you continue to be unhappy—what happens to all humans who overstay their welcome with Yunho’s help. Either he will manufacture a breakup that humiliates you instead, or you will be disposed of.

Seungmin collects his gear, bouncing a baseball thoughtfully in the palm of his hand. You’re still unaware of his presence, still crying into your morning meditation, but he can’t help but feel like he’s witnessing your last moments on earth.

It’s not his business.

He leaves you there, headed for the showers, and hopes nobody had seen the indecision in his eyes.

The next time he finds himself close to you is an accident. His head is down, thumbing through the pages in his notebook, looking for a homework sheet that he’s suppose to turn in by today, when he’s hit by the scent of tea tree and blackberry—and then a shoulder jabs into his ribs.

He lurches back, hand lifting from his notebook to push the offending body away from him, and finds himself holding you by the arm, blinking down into your apologetic face.

You’re babbling regretfully, asking him if he’s okay, checking the ground to see if he’s dropped anything, but he’s just watching the way you’re avoiding his eyes.

You’re terrified, overwhelmed by the sheer number of werewolves on campus. He can feel you shaking beneath his hand. For a moment he wonders if he was wrong in his assessment of Yunho’s treatment of you, if you are actually being physically abused—based on the way you flinch away from his blank stare, you’ve clearly had some bad interactions with wolves.

“I’m so sorry.” You say again. “I’ll watch where I’m going.”

Seungmin lets you go. He never should have touched you, not even as a reflex. You’re Yunho’s woman, and now his scent is on you. “It’s fine.” He says simply, and shoulders past you.

He’ll hear of this again.

Jeongin will hear all about the member of his pack who put his hands on an alpha’s fiancé.

“Let me make it up to you!” Your voice cries from behind him, desperate to smooth things over and help him explain this unintentional rendezvous. You know how wolves can be. You know what’s just happened—you’ll probably be punished for it.

“Forget it.” Seungmin snaps back, barely looking over his shoulder. “Leave me alone.”

You find him the next day in the library, studying by himself. He can smell you coming, now that he’s gotten a scent of you up close, and his body immediately coils, tightening to leave. Nothing good can come of the two of you being seen together, much less studying together. You dump your books on his table and plop yourself down into the chair across from him.

Seungmin abruptly forgets his topic of study, stunned by your brazen neglect of cultural boundaries. “Are you stupid?” He snaps, whipping his gaze around. Your posse seems to have abandoned you today, but the morning is young. “You need to stop talking to my pack.” It’s harsh and biting, but it’s best for everyone.

You’re human—you don’t understand.

You can’t be getting buddy-buddy with Felix, you can’t be seeking out Seungmin. There are enough members of the pack you’re marrying into to keep you company without dragging another one into the drama that is your human desire for friendship and attention. You’re going to cause a fight, and you’re going to get someone killed.

But you just roll your eyes and flip open the cover of a textbook. “Things aren’t working out with Yunho.”

Seungmin’s scraping his things together, dumping handfuls of pencils and scrap paper and sticky notes into his backpack. “I don’t care.” And he really, really doesn’t. He thinks you’re pathetic, trapped in a relationship that isn’t all you thought it was going to be, and now you don’t realize there’s no way out of it. “Does Yunho know that? Because your guard dogs are still stalking you.” He juts his chin towards the front desk, where Wooyoung and Mingi are hovering, glowering at you.

Your complexion washes out ever so slightly.

At least you realize a little bit of the severity of the situation.

He catches your eyes finding his again and for a second he pauses in stacking his books. “What?”

“I don’t like these rules.” You say. “Why can’t I talk to you just because of Yunho?”

Seungmin’s backpack zips with a definitive sound. “Don’t you know anything? Wolves are territorial.” He shoves his chair back and gets to his feet. “Stop trying to talk to me. You’re not worth killing an alpha for.” He doesn’t catch your shocked expression as he spins on his heel and stalks out of the library.

And of course you don’t listen. Of course you think you know better than what everyone is telling you. You must think that, because Seungmin can’t imagine another reason that you would show up at his doorstep, banging on his dorm room door, sobbing your pitiful heart out in front of him.

You must be either stupid or arrogant.

He can only stare at you, one hand clutching the door, when you barrel straight at him and he finds a miserable, weeping human wrapped around his chest. Your tears are soaking into his throat, your heart hammering against his chest, and all he feels is panic.

Because you’re emitting hormones and chemicals that every wolf in the building can smell and you’re smearing them all over his clothes.

He doesn’t even question why you’re crying. In two seconds he’s shoved you off of him and slammed the door in your face, and in the next two seconds he’s bolted across his dorm and plunged himself into the shower to scrub every last remnant of you off of him.

It’s not until he’s out of the shower, toweling through his hair, tugging on fresh clothes, that he realizes that he hasn’t been able to get the image of you bawling like a lost lamb out of his head.

The shower isn’t enough. He’s meeting Jisung and Felix the next morning to study, and as soon as he approaches the table both older boys pin their gazes on him suspiciously. They’re taking in his scent, absorbing the intermingling of his familiar musk and the treacherous addition of your tea tree shampoo and warm skin.

“Dude.” Jisung sniffs, face scrunching once. He leans in, pushing his nose into Seungmin’s hair and bouncing back with a bright laugh when the younger man shoves him away. “Who did you fuck last night? You reek of woman.”

Seungmin swings a half-assed fist at Jisung and lets him dodge it. “I didn’t fuck anyone. Shut up.”

Felix’s eyes widen, leaning closer as well, and then he flinches back in surprise. “That’s Yunho’s girl. You smell like Yunho’s fiancé.”

A second of silence settles over the library before Jisung’s hand claps down on Seungmin’s shoulder. “You fucked Yunho’s fiancé?” He hears himself as soon as he’s said it, smacking a hand over his own mouth and ducking his head to avoid Seungmin’s burning glare. To take the target off his own back, he squints at Felix. “How do you know what she smells like?”

“We had a class project.” Felix frowns. “It took us a week and I nearly got gutted by Wooyoung and Mingi every time we had to meet for it. Are you fucking insane?” He directs the last question to the youngest.

Seungmin slams his textbooks down at the table, expression dark with rage. “I didn’t fuck anybody.” He snaps. “She showed up at my dorm last night and I shut the door in her face.” He hopes it will be enough to change the subject, but Jisung just inches closer. “I didn’t talk to her,” He grumbles before any more questions can be thrown haphazardly across the table. “I don’t know why she came to me. I’ve met her exactly once and told her to leave us alone.”

“I’ve heard she’s not vibing with Yunho anymore.” Jisung says, flipping casually through his notes. “She’s not as enamored with his freaky possessive tendencies as she thought she would be.” He completely ignores when Felix kicks him under the table. “And, actually, I’ve heard that his second in command is higher on his fuck list than she is.”

Seungmin kicks him too, being the second to notice to looming presence approaching from behind Jisung. “Shut up, hyung.” he grumbles. “This is none of our business.”

“Leave it alone,” Felix agrees. “It doesn’t concern us.”

“Yeah, but come on.” Jisung barrels on. “Why wouldn’t she be pissed to find out she’s second to Mingi after being paraded around like a queen for two years?”

The approaching wolves decide to make themselves known as Seungmin’s eyes roll to the ceiling. “Maybe don’t believe everything you hear.”

At the sound of Wooyoung’s voice in his ear, Jisung scrambles up and spins to face the two pack mates who have overheard him yapping. He looks appropriately abashed and rubs the back of his neck once but doesn’t back down. “We’re just talking,” He says, and flashes them both a glare.

The larger of the two, San, edges closer. It’s a very clear warning.

Wooyoung’s eyes flicker to Seungmin and his nostrils flare. “That one smells like the bitch.”

It’s enough to raise Seungmin’s hackles, even though he knows it isn’t meant the way humans mean it. More than that, it’s almost affectionate—because you aren’t properly a bitch; you’re not a wolf; but they accept you as belonging to Yunho anyway, like you are one.

They just don’t seem to care that you don’t want to be.

“It was nothing.” Seungmin says lowly. His tone is threatening, low enough that Wooyoung thinks twice about jumping in his face. “She came to the wrong room, I sent her away.”

San’s eyes narrow. “She’s come home reeking of you before. This isn’t the first time, pup.”

The nickname does not go over well.

Jisung utters a reverberating snarl that seems to eliminate the almost comical height difference between himself and San, while Felix rises from his seat and lifts his chin in a challenge.

The rest of the students begin to gather their things and move seats, giving the wolves a wide berth.

“We have no interest in you or any of your toys.” Jisung announces flatly. “Go home before you embarrass yourselves.”

Wooyoung takes a step back, but he has one final blow to land. “Watch yourself, dog.” His eyes are on Seungmin. “Yunho doesn’t take kindly to stealing.” He looks gleeful as he utters his next words. “And he doesn’t keep tainted goods.”

Seungmin doesn’t even know your name. He’s tuned everything about you out ever since he first started noticing you around campus. He doesn’t want to know you, doesn’t want to spend time with you, doesn’t want to think about you.

He especially doesn’t want to think about how pretty you are, or how kind and innocent you seem, or the way that your expression sinks into loneliness when you think you’re alone. He doesn’t want to know your name, or why you’re engaged to Yunho, or why you’re suddenly unhappy that you’re engaged to Yunho.

He doesn’t want to know why you showed up sobbing at his door after he was so cold towards you, or why you thought throwing yourself into his arms was a safer option than sharing your burdens with your own fiancé.

But when he hears you weeping once again, your wails echoing through the woods, he doesn’t even try to avoid you. This time he follows your sound, follows your scent, creeps through the dark trails to find you. Because he’s the reason your back is against a tree, your terrified body surrounded by the eight members of your pack.

He’s the reason Yunho looks sick as he takes in your scent and smells remnants of another wolf.

It’s his scent on you that is about to cost you your life.

If you were a wolf, Yunho would have just cut you loose. He would have sent you on your way, let you find someone else, staged some public and humiliating breakup for you. But you’re not. You’re human; you’re less than. he doesn’t need to let you live.

You’re screaming into the dark, pleading your case, begging them to believe that you don’t even know Seungmin, that it’s all a misunderstanding. The entire pack ignores you. They’ll make an example of you after they’ve torn you to pieces.

Seungmin knows there will be parts of you around campus by morning, a warning to all other wolves to keep their hands off of Yunho’s toys.

He can’t just sit by and watch you be killed because you were too dumb to understand pack boundaries. But he also can’t face down eight werewolves by himself, not on two legs.

So he shifts.

He transforms at will, assuming the form that so many fear and he takes a second to adjust. He’s big, one of the biggest of his pack, and he’s fast. As long as all four limbs are cooperating, he has a good chance at success to get you out of the trap you’re backed into.

He’s so fast Yunho’s pack doesn’t realize what’s happening.

Seungmin bolts into the circle they’ve created around you and darts straight towards you. Before you can scream or dodge his trajectory, he’s clamped his teeth around your shoulder and snatched you away into the dark.

He knows it hurts, he can taste your blood in his mouth, but his greater concern is the shouting and howling of the pack behind you. They’ll shift and give chase in a matter of seconds, but they’ll need the same time to adjust that he had needed. It will be enough time.

At least for now.

You’re screaming beneath him, clawing at his throat and trying everything to loosen his bite, but he can’t stop. If he stops they’ll catch up, and if they catch up, they’ll kill you both.

He doesn’t drop you until he’s outside his dorm, shifting back to human form just in time to catch you before you hit the sidewalk. You’re pale and bleeding, your shoulder mangled from his own teeth. He can still taste the blood on his tongue, and he feels it as it trickles over his lips.

“Seungmin?” You gasp as soon as you find yourself in his grip. “Wait, you—”

“You really are stupid, aren’t you?” He lifts you to his chest and shoulders the door open, casting a glance back to see the wolves of your old pack burst out of the tree line. “I told you this would happen.”

Seungmin hurries you up the stairs and down the hall, slamming his door shut behind you just in time to hear footsteps pounding behind you. He'll deal with it later. He'll text Jeongin, and Jeongin will deal with your pack.

He locks the door and sets you down on his bed, turning away abruptly to catch his breath. Sweat is trickling down his brow, seeping into the shirt at his back, his heart pounding a mile a minute. Behind him, he hears you tell him your name. "I don't want to know," He snaps, reaching for a first aid kit. "Don't say anything. God." He's seething, face red with rage. "You can't actually be this stupid."

"But--" You're confused. "You saved me. You got me out of there. It's over."

Stunned, Seungmin flings a hand towards the door where Yunho is doing his best to beat it down. "Does it sound fucking over? No. You're going to sit there and shut up, and once I'm done dealing with this mess you're going to leave. Transfer schools. Get lost. Just take your drama somewhere else and leave my pack out of it."

You sink into his pillows, your expression falling.

As he pushes your sleeve aside to clean the flesh his teeth have punctured, the only noise is the clamoring of your pack outside his door. Campus security will be alerted to the disturbance soon and they'll be gone without a fight, but the real trouble is coming.

"Why did you start running around on Yunho anyway?" He mutters sourly, not bothering to apologize when you hiss at the sting of his ointment.

"I'm not running around on Yunho." You refute glumly. "I broke up with him. Two months ago."

Seungmin snorts. "I don't think he agreed with you."

"Yeah, well, I didn't expect to be the one on a leash." It's a bitter, unkind comment, one that earns you a sharp glare. You flinch away from him, fully expecting to earn a slap or another bite for your disrespect, but the expression on Seungmin's face just melts into a smirk.

"Well, you know how dogs can be."

You weren't expecting that. "Why did you save me if you hate me so much?"

Seungmin begins to wrap your wound, not bothering himself with gentility. "Because you're dumb as fuck."

"Not because I'm human?"

It's your turn to surprise him. He fully expected another round of tears at his words, but you just take his prickly demeanor in stride. "I don't hate your humanity." He says, quietly this time. "I don't hate you. But you need to think about what you're doing. You got yourself involved with a volatile pack when you decided to date Yunho, and then you put my pack in danger when you decided to come crying to me. This world isn't all about you. You're messing with instinct and pride and you literally almost died over it."

You sink even deeper into the pillows. "I'll do better," You say. "I promise. I'll do better."

"You'll leave." He replies flatly. "You won't survive on campus. You have to leave."

A few minutes pass as the pack outside his door goes quiet, noise shifting into the sounds of campus security escorting them out of the building and urging them to deal with their issues during the daytime.

"Why did you come crying to me?" He asks finally. He gets up to collect a clean shirt for you to wear instead of the one that's now doused with blood.

"You called me stupid."

Seungmin rolls his eyes. "You came crying because I hurt your feelings?"

"No I came to you because you called me stupid when everyone else over there tells me nothing's wrong, it's all in my head, everything I do is fine. I came to you because I knew you'd tell me the truth, that you wouldn't do me any favors."

Well he certainly hadn't done you any favors by slamming the door in your face.

"What truth were you looking for?" He asks, tossing you the shirt.

You blush. "I wanted to know if they were going to kill me and never let me leave."

Seungmin snorts. "Figured that one out on your own, did you?"

You sit curled up on his bed while he rummages through his groceries and finds some rice and chicken to make. There’s a twitch in your posture, an obvious tug from where his bite has damaged the muscle of your shoulder.

He slides the pre-cooked rice into the microwave and turns it on, letting the low hum fill the room as his eyes find you once again. “I’m sorry about the bite,” he tells you, and he is. He hates the way your eyes fill with tears from the pain of it, hates the way your pathetic expression makes his gut twist.

You flinch, staring up at him. “No, no, I’m fine! You saved my life. I have no complaints.” Despite your rushed reassurance, you bring your legs closer to your chest and make yourself even smaller. “Look, I hear you.” You say. “I know I’ve made trouble for the packs. And I know I’ve put you in danger. If it’s important to you to just kill me, I understand.”

You’re absolutely stunned when he swats the back of your head. “You really are dumb as fuck, pabo.” He rolls his eyes again and drops himself onto the bed next to you, sitting against the wall as he watches the microwave hum away. “Why would I save your life just to kill you?”

You’re trembling next to him. “Why would you save it at all?” For a second your gaze drops to your shoulder, taking note of the enormous breadth of his teeth marks. “I’ve never seen a wolf so big.”

“Yunho is bigger.” Seungmin says simply. “I saved you because it’s my scent that marked you. They didn’t need to kill you over some stupid accident. Not when I wasn’t even trying to steal you.”

“Steal me?” Your eyes are wide.

“Wolves are territorial.” He reminds you again. “Yunho would rather kill you than lose you to me.”

The microwave beeps and he hefts himself up, going to swap one container for another. By the time he’s turned around again, you’ve gotten off the bed and found the strength in your legs again.

“Careful,” he warns, reaching for a plastic spoon. “You’ve lost a lot of blood.”

“Seungmin.” Your voice is tiny, pleading.

He turns, and then you’re flush against his chest, your mouth crushed against his. He stumbles back but you chase, kissing him so hard he feels his brain blank out for a second.

Until your hands climb the back of his neck and scrape through his hair and he lurches back, seizing your wrists.

You’re gasping, staring at him, eyes filled with tears. “I’ll be yours. I swear. I’ll be good and I’ll respect pack boundaries and I’ll do anything for you. I’ll make you feel so good, please, Seungmin. Let me be yours.”

He pushes you back, pushing you back on the bed. “God you really don’t know how not to be someone’s bitch, do you?” He pries your hands off his neck and backs away from you. “Stop chasing wolves. Go have a normal human relationship somewhere else.” He puts a plate of rice and chicken in your lap. “Eat.”

Your tears spill over. “I’m scared, Seungmin.”

“Scared isn’t a good enough reason to mate a wolf.” He snaps. The cruelty in his tone is undermined by the gentility with which he lifts your hand and presses chopsticks into your palm. “You must have learned that with Yunho.”

“He’ll kill me, Seungmin.”

“Eat your food.” He plates his own meal and sits at his desk, far away from you. “And don’t go kissing people for protection anymore.”

Your eyes duck to your plate and you sniffle pathetically. “I’m too scared to eat.”

“I’ll drive you to the airport in the morning.” He says disinterestedly. “Once you get out of here you’ll be fine. Just don’t go chasing wolves anymore.”

You put your food aside and get up to stand at the window, glancing out over the darkness of campus. “I like it here though.”

He drops his plate on the desk. “Oh my god, wolf girl, you literally cannot keep yourself out of trouble, can you?”

There’s a second as you turn to face him, a coy smile crossing your lips. “Do you like trouble, Seungmin?” You take one step and then you’ve got his chin in your palm, your other hand scruffing through his hair. “Do you want to get into trouble, puppy?”

He looks absolutely appalled as he snatches your hands away from him. “God, no wonder they were trying to kill you. Keep this up and I’ll just leave you on their doorstep.”

You utter a quiet laugh and the playful sneer melts off your face. As soon as it’s gone he realizes that it was a mask, that you had just been messing with him, but at the mention of your uncertain fate your fear is gripping quiet fingers at the base of your neck. “If you’ll let me sleep here tonight, I’ll sleep on the floor.” You say quietly. “Airport tomorrow morning, no more wolf chasing. Got it.”

He hates the defeated slump of your shoulders, the tears that slip down your face.

“You already have my scent.” He says flatly. “Sleep in the bed with me.”

So you do. You’re pressed into the wall on the other side, as far away from him as you can possibly manage. He watches you through the dark, watches your body shake with silent sobs.

You reek of fear and heartbreak, the scent overwhelming his senses until it’s pulsing in his skull.

He’ll never sleep at this rate, and he doesn’t want to think about the way his chest clenches every time he catches a glimpse of your big pitiful eyes.

“Pabo,” he whispers at your back, and sees you fall still. “You’re sniffling so damn loud I can’t sleep.”

Your entire body cringes. “I’m sorry. I’ll move to the floor.” You roll over to attempt to crawl to the foot of the bed to get around him but he catches your arm.

“Just come here,” he says, giving you a tug. “Neither of us are going to sleep if you’re over there being pathetically lonely. Come here, pabo.”

You seize the opportunity, desperate for physical touch, and you scoot closer until at least you can feel his shoulder against yours. “Thank you,” you whisper. “Yunho never let me touch him when he was trying to sleep. He’s not much of a cuddler.”

“And you are.” He guesses, feeling the way you’re leaning every ounce of your need for comfort into the two square inches of shoulder that is touching his.

“It’s a disease,” you laugh at yourself. “I just want to be held so fucking bad sometimes.”

Maybe it’s some science about the resonance in your voice or the sob that breaks through your tone or maybe a bout of temporary insanity, but the second your aching words touch his ears, Seungmin’s arms fall around your waist and tug you into him.

He hears you gasp, feels your heart beating through your back against his chest, feels your abdomen clench against his arm as you hold back sobs.

He gets it now. “You’re fine, pabo.” He mutters into your hair. “Just cry it out quickly so we can actually get some sleep.”

You immediately begin to sob, entire body decompressing with a corner of his pillow stuffed into your mouth. Months of a miserable, domineering relationship where your most sensitive emotional needs are neglected finally expressing itself on the night you nearly lost your life over nothing.

Seungmin huffs a tiny laugh against the back of your neck, allowing instinct to take over as he squeezes you closer. He sighs, almost amused. “Poor pabo,” he says, and chuckles again as you cry harder. “If only you had picked Wooyoung, I hear he’s way too physically affectionate.”

You launch a foot backwards and kick him, causing him to laugh harder.

“You’re not funny.” You mutter weakly.

“Shh, you’re supposed to be crying.” He tucks his arm firmly around your waist so neither of you will fall off the dorm twin mattress and promptly falls into comfortable sleep.

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Hi literally get so excited when you update! Can you write one where charles x alexandra x reader where charles and alex are away for an event and forget that it's the reader birthday ans only remember when someone tells them birthday it and they try and make it up to her.

Hi loves. I hope you enjoy this little piece. Let me know what you think. Comments are always apreciated!I'm sorry,but the Sydney Sweeny picture was perfect, so I had to include it😉

Also, question (and please answer me that in the comments), does anyone read what I write before the story? Like the little message here? I'm just curious❤️

Enjoy reading and send me requests!!❤️

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The Birthday disaster

You couldn’t believe it. They weren’t here. They didn’t call, text, or even send you a freaking letter. Your own boyfriend and girlfriend forgot your birthday. And not just any birthday, it was your 21 birthday. Instead of celebrating with Alex, Charles, and all of your friends in a vibrant club, you were sitting on the balcony of your apartment. Despite the cold wind hitting your bare skin mercilessly, thanks to the cute short dress you wore today, you couldn’t bring yourself to walk back inside.

Of course, your friends tried to get you to come out with them to celebrate your birthday properly. But it just hurt too much, and to be honest, your mind was too tired and sad for any kind of festivity.

When Charles and Alex first informed you about the event hosted by one of Alex’s friends, they eagerly asked you to join them. Unfortunately, your job didn’t allow you to tag along, which both of them understood. However, they promised you that they would return today at around 5 o’clock. To be honest, you thought they had something special planned for your birthday. But last night, at around 11 pm, you received a text from Alex, informing you that they would be staying longer in Venice, where the event was held.

At first, you thought this was some kind of joke. Maybe they wanted you to think that they weren’t able to celebrate with you, only to surprise you with a birthday party. But sadly, when you woke up this morning, nothing happened. Throughout the day, there was complete silence between you and them.

Your group of friends, who had been with you a few hours ago to at least celebrate your birthday a little bit, tried to convince you to go out and party with them. Before you could agree, you got a notification from Instagram. You were tagged quite often in a post showing Alex and Charles at the event. They looked so happy and carefree, making you feel even more numb.

Despite their best efforts, your friends left after half an hour, after you reassured them with phrases like “Yes, I will take care of myself,” “Yes, I will call you if I need anything,” and “No, you don’t have to worry about me. I’m completely fine.” They knew you were anything but fine; however, they also knew that you needed to be alone right now.

So here you are, sitting alone in the cold with your only companions being the vodka bottle you brought with you and the relentless wind hitting your skin. “Happy fucking 21st birthday to me, I guess,” you muttered to yourself, staring out at the sea.

“Oh my god, Lisa. You truly outdid yourself,” complimented Alex, her friend. And it was true. The event was filled with beautiful flowers and lights, giving the room a fairy-like appearance. The soft glow of the lights reflected off the petals, creating a magical ambiance that made everyone feel like they had stepped into an enchanted garden. Charles, who stood next to his girlfriend, only brought her closer to him and said, “Yeah, I have to agree. I’m 100% sure YN would have loved it.” “You are so right, love. I wish she was here with us,” agreed Alex, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

“Wait, I’m confused. So there is nothing wrong between you guys and YN?” asked Lisa, her brow furrowed in confusion. Alex and Charles shared a look with each other, both of them equally puzzled. “No, why would there be anything wrong with us?” Alex replied, her tone defensive. “Oh, I just thought you had a fight and this is the reason why you are here and not with YN today. But I must have been wrong…” Linda’s voice trailed off, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She shared a look with her partner Mary, both of them realizing the gravity of the situation.

“Wait, stop. Pause. Why would we be with YN tonight? You invited us to your event and we are here. I don’t get what’s going on right now,” said Alex, her frustration mounting. It felt like Mary and Lisa knew something she and Charles didn’t. Mary, who was now also becoming more annoyed with how the two of them acted before them, didn’t take any nonsense from Alex.

Without hesitation, she looked straight into Alex’s eyes and told her with an ice-cold voice, “Well, we weren’t expecting you to show up today because we thought that you would be busy celebrating YN’s 21 birthday today. But from the looks of it, it seems like you forgot your own girlfriend’s birthday. So don’t talk to us with that rude tone of yours. At least we remember each other’s birthdays.” With that, Mary took Lisa by the hand and left, leaving Alex and Charles standing there in stunned silence.

Alex and Charles were left behind, both staring at the space where the couple used to be a few seconds ago. Both of them felt a wave of guilt and shame wash over them. How could they forget their own girlfriend’s birthday? Turning on their phones, they saw the flood of messages they had received from not only their fans but also their friends, YN’s friends, and their families. Each message was a painful reminder of their oversight.

“We messed up so badly,” muttered Charles, looking at Alex with a pained expression. The woman could only nod, still speechless. Charles took her arm and gently but firmly led her out of the room. “We have to go to her. ASAP,” Alex told Charles, who was already a step ahead of her and had their jackets in hand. With that, the couple left the event, both feeling a deep sense of remorse. How could they forget their girl’s birthday?

As they hurried to their car, Alex’s mind raced with thoughts of how to make it up to YN. She knew it would take more than just an apology to mend the hurt they had caused. Charles, too, was lost in his thoughts, thinking of ways to show YN how much she meant to them. They both knew that they had a lot of making up to do, but they were determined to do whatever it took to make things right.

At around 1 am, the couple finally arrived home. The ride back had been silent, the air in the car feeling oppressively thick, making it hard to breathe. They parked their car in the garage and, without hesitation, jumped out of the vehicle, racing towards the elevator. The few minutes it took to reach their front door felt like an eternity, each second stretching painfully.

When they entered the apartment, everything was shrouded in darkness. A figure sat on the balcony, barely visible in the dim light. Charles immediately sat next to YN, while Alex kneeled in front of her. YN didn’t even look at them before taking a gulp from the nearly empty bottle of vodka. “Hey love, I think you’ve had enough for tonight,” whispered Charles, gently trying to take the bottle away from the now 21-year-old girl.

YN shook her head, her voice trembling as she reminded them, “No. NO, you do not get to tell me what I can and cannot do. Not after you forgot about me.” “Baby, we didn’t forget about you,” Alex tried, her eyes already filling with tears. YN only laughed, her own tears streaming down her face. “No, Alexandra. You do not get to tell me that after you forgot my birthday, and you certainly don’t get to cry.” “Ok, let’s all calm down,” Charles attempted again, his voice soothing but firm.

“No Charles! I don’t want to calm down. You both forgot about me. You two promised me that something like this would never happen to us. You promised me that you would always love me. You promised me that the age gap didn’t bother you when we started dating when I was 19. But look at us. You already broke one of your promises. How can I be sure that you won’t break another one?” With that, YN broke down in tears. Her whole body shook with the force of her sobs, her head held in her hands.

Charles and Alex immediately moved to comfort her. “YN, breath. We are so freaking sorry. I guarantee you, we didn’t mean for something like this to happen. We were all so busy with our jobs and social lives that we didn’t mean to forget something so important,” Charles began, his voice filled with regret.

Alex took YN’s head into her hands, gently wiping away her tears. “We love you more than anything in this world. You are our air and our heart. And we will apologize for the rest of our lives if we have to,” she said, her voice breaking with emotion. YN only whispered, “I love you guys too.” Alex didn't hesitate before kissing her girlfriend. after a moment the they pulled apart.

Charles turned her face towards him, speaking softly, “And we didn’t lie when we told you the age gap didn’t bother us. And we certainly didn’t lie when we promised you that we would always love you, ok?” After YN nodded, Letting Charles also kiss her. This kiss was filled with as much love as Alex, just a bit more urgently but still gentle. After their kiss, the three of them cuddled close to each other, finding solace in their shared warmth.

It would take some time before everything was alright between the three of them again. But for now, sitting together and watching the city lights flicker in the distance was the perfect way to start healing.

[pomefioredove]

same anon who requested the other familial hcs (sorry for requesting sm, your writing is just super good), but could you do hcs for the housewardens with a teen reader (still 13-14 ish) whos birthday is coming up soon? like how would they celebrate it with them. still platonic!! thank you so much <33 >_<

of course, gladly! and thank you so much!!

summary: birthday preparations type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, kalim, vil, idia, malleus additional info: platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

you've already celebrated enough unbirthdays together, so this should be easy enough for him, yes?

well... not exactly

Riddle is as high-strung as ever, running from place to place making sure everything is up to par for the event

he's not sure why he let Cater convince him to make it a surprise

but here he is, reluctantly trusting Ace and Deuce to retrieve you after your last class and bring you back to the dorm in time for the festivities to begin

"This is silly," he mumbles for the umpteenth time, awkwardly crouching behind an armchair. "Must we really hide?"

Cater shushes him, recording the front door as the clock turns the hour... and...

...nothing

Ace and Deuce eventually return with everything they'd been asked to pick up... except the guest of honor

"Oh, shoot! I knew we were forgetting something!" Deuce says, although it's already too late.

Riddle ends up retrieving you himself, and the rest of the party goes as planned

...nix Ace and Deuce, who are both collared and sulking in a corner

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫

Leona isn't so secretive about it

he basically just asks you what you want him to get you. nothing more, nothing less

loud, messy parties aren't really his thing, especially these days- he'd much rather have Ruggie order something nice for you, wish you a good day, and then reward himself with a long nap

but the more he thinks about it, the more it bugs him

for one- you have no family in this world

...which, to him, is both a blessing and a curse

but it also means you'll be alone on your special day. and for... whatever reason, that idea just won't stop bothering him

alright, fine! so, he wants you to have a good birthday. so what? that doesn't make him a sap or anything. if he was in your place, he'd expect a whole damn feast!

eventually- and with some prodding from Ruggie and Jack- he allows a quiet get-together in Savanaclaw

if only because Ruggie made a comment that Leona "wouldn't know how to host, anyway"

he is royalty, after all

𝐀𝐳𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨

you figured something was up when you "accidentally" bump into the tweels for the umpteenth time that week

you assumed Azul was planning something, though you weren't quite sure why he had to send the two to scope out more information on you

after all, he could just ask

and it definitely doesn't help that both Floyd and Jade keep dropping comments about this "huge, extravagant party" that Azul is supposedly throwing in your honor

on the day itself, the two are waiting for you right after class

both grinning widely as they escort you back to the lounge for this so-called "rager"

when you walk in, however, it's... empty

except for Azul

...and one table set with four places, each plate loaded with a dish you recognize as an Ashengrotto family recipe

"You can't blame me for wanting to throw you off," he says, lighting a few candles. "You should stay sharp, after all."

the rest of the evening is filled with chatter, a few bad jokes, and Floyd trying to pick off of everyone else's plates while they're not looking

𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐥-𝐀𝐬𝐢𝐦

three words: big, ridiculous party

Kalim can't imagine having to spend such an important day without your family or friends by your side... luckily, you have both here!

(well... close enough, anyway)

and he definitely doesn't disappoint when it comes to celebrations

with a little help from some more organized voices on the matter (AKA Jamil) he's got it all ready in advance

he really wants everything to go well, after all

like, really, really well! he'd never forgive himself if you had a bad time on your special day

he spends weeks planning everything, down to the very last detail... which some my find odd for him, but Kalim is nothing if not dedicated when it comes to matters of the heart

and so, it all comes together: your favorite food, things, people... all under one roof!

...complete with dessert, tea, and board games for the two of you after everyone's left

he couldn't spend your birthday sharing your time with everyone else, after all!

𝐕𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐭

although he certainly has the means, the taste, and the resources to do something grand, he certainly isn't planning on it

...honestly, that just sounds dreadful to him

besides his tight schedule and low tolerance for shenanigans, organizing a massive event is just completely out of the question for him right now

too much, too soon, and far too tiring

but that doesn't mean he isn't going to do anything

you can expect a quiet evening full of pampering, a few movies of your own choice, and he'll even let you indulge in some less-than-healthy foods, if you so wish

he might even join you

it is a special occasion, after all

𝐈𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝

party? get-together? no, thank you

hey, he'll be glad to throw something together, just don't get your hopes too up

whatever it is will be totally lame, he swears it

(Idia, ever the understater...)

what ends up coming together is a full on all-night gaming session and anime marathon, complete with all the snacks he can fit in his room

basically the ultimate sleepover

...just without the sleep

Ortho joins in as well, teaming up with you whenever you need to kick Idia's butt in whatever you're playing

not familiar with their games of choice? no prob, Idia could spend the whole night explaining the ins and outs of all of his favorites

by the time the sun is up, you remember cheat codes and shortcuts more clearly than your own name

𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚

Malleus knows that human birthdays are very important, considering their short lifespans

and so, when he asks about your plans for the day, he's quite surprised to hear you say you have nothing special in mind

perhaps he was wrong... perhaps your birthday isn't an important occasion for you?

he doesn't think it's his place to ask, especially since you probably miss home more than usual around this time of year...

ultimately, he plans something simple

if not a little spontaneous

far past evening curfew, he shows up at Ramshackle door with nothing but himself, and asks you to accompany him on a short walk

you might expect him to whisk you through the woods, or show you ruins on the very edges of campus

...rather, he just brings you around the school, pointing out his favorite places until you get tired

"I may not be able to give you all that you've lost, but while you're here, you might as well feel at home,"

[goldsainz]

OVER THE YEARS — one shot.

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

MASTERLIST.

request: “omg hi i have a request for oscar piastri a social media au something showing their friendship over the years maybe through b'day posts/something else (you decide) basically like childhood friend to lovers social media au pls !”

NOTE: first oscar piece ever!! the format of this is a bit diff but that’s just bc it’s kind of only insta… thank you sm for requesting, i hope that this is what you wanted and enjoy! (this has no faceclaim btw)

APRIL 06, 2019

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yourusername HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEST FRIEND WHO JUST TURNED 18!!!! cannot believe i’ve known you for 12 of those years…

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oscarpiastri Was the last picture really necessary…

⤷ yourusername yes, yes it was 😁

oscarpiastri I was a pretty cute kid actually

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APRIL 06, 2020

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yourusername 19 years old and he’s still acting like he’s 10!! oh also, happy birthday 🥳

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oscarpiastri Was the happy birthday an afterthought or…?

⤷ yourusername was i really that obvious?

⤷ oscarpiastri I see how it is then🙄

arthur_leclerc I’m gonna need more of these pictures

⤷ yourusername your wish is my command

⤷ oscarpiastri Y/N NO

APRIL 06, 2021

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yourusername selfie time for the birthday boy! 20 has looked better on others, but you’ll get there ❤️

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oscarpiastri Wow!

oscarpiastri I send you these pics in confidence and they end up on Instagram… Can’t trust anybody😔

⤷ yourusername not really private if they’re in a group chat🤷‍♀️

⤷ oscarpiastri Watch your back for your next birthday post… You never the content I might get

arthur_leclerc You two look really cozy in that second picture!!

⤷ yourusername shut up, frenchie

APRIL 06, 2022

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yourusername happy birthday to this guy 🫶

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oscarpiastri 🫶🫶🫶

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oscarpiastri Will I ever get some decent photos in these posts?

⤷ yourusername hm… no!

oscarfan1 who is she??

⤷ oscarfan2 she’s oscar’s childhood best friend i think

⤷ oscarfan3 i thought she was his gf, cause she’s always in the paddock with him

⤷ oscarfan2 nope, just friends from what i know

APRIL 06, 2023

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yourusername happy birthday to my boy friend (my best friend who’s a boy but also my actual boyfriend)!!! you’ve done so much in all these years, you’re even in F1 now, and i’m happy to have been through it all 🤍 i included some good pics but just because the fans need them 😁

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oscarpiastri Aww… Is the beautiful girl single?

⤷ yourusername no… but you’re pretty cute so call me :)

⤷ oscarpiastri 🙃🙃🙃

oscarpiastri21 how i love them

oscarfan22 THE MCLAREN GLOW UP OMG

landonorris There are children on this app…

⤷ yourusername WE’RE YOUNGER THAN YOU???

⤷ landonorris And yet I have more decorum🙄

oscarpiastri23 they’re so cuteee

JULY 09, 2023

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yourusername P4! there is so much i could say, but all that matters is that i am incredibly proud of all that you achieved and will achieve

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landonorris If I speak…

⤷ yourusername don’t❤️

oscarfan31 the most unproblematic and cutest couple on the grid

oscarpiastri I love you 🫶

⤷ yourusername I love you 🫶🫶

⤷ oscarpiastri I love you 🫶🫶🫶

oscarfan32 I LOVE THEM SM

oscarfan33 y/n pls know that we love you

[onriyuview]

can you do what p1h reaction would be if they heard their partner singing while they were taking a shower/bath? thank youu

how p1harmony would react to hearing their partner sing in the shower

keeho: it would take him a moment to process what he's hearing from the bathroom. once he realizes what he's hearing is your singing on top of your phone blasting music, he would smile to himself, fighting the urge to join you but he'd give in anyway. you'd be so flustered if he just barged in the bathroom that you'd start laughing. "why did you stop singing? keep going!" he'd encourage you. "keeho i'm showering get out!!!" you'd flick water at him in embarrassment to get him away from you, but you'd both just be laughing so much at how ridiculous this situation is. "okay fine, but i want to hear this more often," he insists. you're rolling your eyes at him, shooing him out of the bathroom. he would obey and close the door behind him, but he's definitely pressing his ear against the wood just to hear you sing some more.

theo: he wouldn't bother you in the middle of it, but he'd definitely take note when he heard you singing from your shared bathroom. he'd be on the bed scrolling on his phone and once you walk into the bedroom, towel in hand scrunching at your wet hair, he'd be humming what you were just singing. your ears would perk up, but you wouldn't say anything until he did. you were pretty shy about singing, especially in front of him, and he'd use that to tease you about it too. "well aren't you a big fan of [insert artist here]?" your cheeks would flush red so fast. he could hear you singing?? he's smiling at you while reaching his arms out for you to step into and you'd instantly bury your face in his neck out of embarrassment. "you sounded great, honey," he'd compliment you, finding you absolutely adorable for getting so shy about it.

jiung: oh he'd absolutely melt if you were singing all alone in the bathroom. everyone knows that's where the best acoustics are so he's just glad you're comfortable enough to not care what he thinks about your singing. would sneakily audio record your singing and keep it as a special memento for himself. he wouldn't even tell you that he heard you sing, not wanting to draw unwanted attention knowing you might be shy about it. although he contradicts himself by ending up using it in the background of a birthday post for you. once you recognized the voice as yourself (and not some other girl) you're launching at him, squealing about how embarrassing it is for so many people to hear you in a vulnerable state. he would just laugh at you and kiss you in reassurance. "i love hearing you sing, silly," he'd say between smooches at your face. "but i'm sorry, i'll keep them private from now on," he adds. "just for me to hear, okay?" you nod in agreement. "thank you, ji."

intak: big BIG sweetheart about it. would looove hearing you sing and would shower you in compliments nonstop. "baby, you need to sing more," he's pouting at you while holding you in his arms. "what do you mean?" you ask, unaware and shocked that he had heard you having a concert in the bathroom half an hour prior. "i heard you singing earlier and you sounded so pretty," he's smiling at you before pressing kisses all over your face. "i didn't know you heard me," you muttered, cheeks puffing out in embarrassment. he'd hold your face with both of his hands as he smothers you in pecks. "i did and i wish i could hear you sing more often," he flashes a toothy smile, big round puppy eyes sparkling up at you. how could you resist his request when he was that cute? "whatever you say, handsome," you smile back, unable to deny him.

a/n: this is such a cute request thank you for sending this in! and shoutout to @jiungsdaisy for helping me out with this bc im rusty with writing fluff 😭

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

End Game 1

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesn't go exactly as planned.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note: get ready for the hate.

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The tunnel lights up ahead of you, revealing the cubic rock walls as you plant torches in your stead. The eerie soundtrack of night time and the ominous groan of zombies looming somewhere in the cave have you uptight. Silently, you press on, digging and mining mindlessly, fingers mashing the buttons on your controller. 

“Hey, where are you?” Jacob’s voice startles you. 

You nearly forgot you’re playing co-op. You sniff and shake your head, cursing aloud as your shock has you succumbing to the arrow of a sneaky skeleton. You sigh as your possessions scatter and you spawn back in your bed. 

“Back home,” you say glumly, “just ate it.” 

“Ah, damn,” his deep voice rolls in your noise-cancelling headset, “sorry, hope that wasn’t me.” 

“No, I wasn’t paying attention,” you hum and sigh.  

“Ah,” he accepts and lets silence linger before he clicks his tongue, “what’s going on? Everything alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” you put the controller down, your avatar sitting on the geometric bed, “I just...” you stretch your neck and massage your scalp around the thick band of the headset, “got a lot on my mind.” 

“Right. I thought you were all done exams,” he says. 

“I am, but... packing. Going home. I called my old boss and turns out I’m not gonna have a job this summer. Gotta start over,” you yawn and rub your eyes, “what about you? Final exam tomorrow?” 

“Uh... yeah,” he hesitates as if he forgot. You do wonder why he isn’t cramming right now. You could never play minecraft all night the day before a final. “Easy stuff. I’m not worried.” 

You scoff. You wish you could say the same. All you’ve done is worry those last two weeks. Exams, getting home, getting a job. Your grandmother won’t very happy to find out you’ll be slumming it for a while. At least you tucked away some money through the semester. 

“Hey, if you need a few bucks...” Jacob offers. 

“What? Are you crazy? No way,” you exclaim, “really, no, I couldn’t. I’ll be fine. I just... I hate looking for jobs. You know how it is. Friggin awkward.” 

“It’s not a big deal. My dad sent me my birthday money so...” 

“Uh uh,” you deny him again, “that’s way too much. I couldn’t-- we haven’t even met.” 

“Mm, yeah, about that,” he exhales into his microphone, “I, uh, got an extra ticket to this Con. I figured out that’s it like the midway point between us so...” 

“A con? Oh, wow--” 

“Yeah, but I get that it would be expensive so maybe I could pay for your trip?” 

“Jacob,” you wiggle the controller restlessly, “I can't accept that. It’s so nice but... it’s a lot.” 

“I wouldn’t offer it was too much,” his voice is soft, meek, and defeated. You feel bad but you would feel worse taking advantage of his kindness. “We’ve been talking all year. I just figured it would be a good chance to meet up. It would be in public and something we both like so...” 

You scratch your neck as it speckles with heat. You don’t know what’s more insulting; yes or no. 

“Can I think about it?” You ask thinly. 

The line is quiet. You look at the screen and it goes dim from your idling. You hit the analog stick and fix your headphones. 

“Jacob?” You murmur. 

“Sure, think about it,” he says, his voice raspy and rocky. It’s strange. You’ve seen him in pictures and his voice doesn’t really match his appearance. He sounds a lot older than he looks. “It’s next month so lots of time.” 

“I’m sorry,” you cringe. “I just wouldn’t want to waste your money.” 

“Trust me, it wouldn’t be a waste,” he insists, “this last year has sucked. So much. You got me through it all.” His microphone scuffs, “studying, exams, all that stuff. It’s tough making new friends. Seems like everyone here knows each other from high school.” 

“Yeah, totally,” you agree.  

You’re not exactly the most popular person. You have people you know in each class but not too many friends you hang out with outside the lecture hall or library. So far, not too many people want to spend hours mining digital gold or racing cartoon characters around a rainbow track. 

“Well, you should probably get some sleep,” you yawn, “you got your big exam and... I gotta keep packing. Gotta catch the greyhound tomorrow night.” 

“Sure, uh, yeah, right,” his disappointment is potent, “hey, will you text me when you get home? Just so I know you made it.” He snorts, “god, I sound like my dad right now.” 

“Oh, of course,” you chirp back, “I’ll try to remember. Might be late.” 

“That’s fine. Just as long as you let me know.” 

“Don’t worry about me,” you assure him, “not ‘til I have to face my grandma. Ha.” 

“Yeah, good luck with that,” he says, “well... er...” 

“Good night,” you finish for him, “let me know how the exam goes too.” 

“Will do,” his timbre gets even lower, “night.” 

You sign off and shut down the console. Another yawn flows through you and waters in your eyes. You should sleep, you got a long day waiting for you, but you know it won’t be easy. Not with so much on your mind, not least of all, Jacob’s invitation. 

🎮

You text Jacob as you get on the bus, to make sure he doesn’t worry. It’s so sweet that he does, even some of your girlfriends don’t bother that much. Not that you mind the ‘hey, bitch’ Janet sends you every now and again to make sure you’re still alive. 

You fall asleep on the bus. You’ve never been one to sleep while travelling but you’re exhausted from a night of anxious tossing and turning. After spending all day packing up the last of your things and scouring your dorm room, you’re beat to hell. 

It’s midnight as you get to your grandmother’s house. She’s up reading another Stephen King classic in her rocking chair. She’s always been a night owl and a voracious book hound. She grumbles at you but doesn’t bother to ask how your trip was. 

“Hey, grandma,” you hike up your bag and smile.  

She growls again, eyes not leaving the page. You should know better by now not to interrupt her. You shoulder on and head down to the spare room where you spent most of your high-school career. You shut the door gently as the old hardwood floors creak with your weight and you drop your bag on the squeaky bed. 

You fish out your phone and plug it in as the battery flashes red with only two percent left. You leave it on the night table and stretch out, not bothering to change out of your hoodie and jeans. It’s not long before you descend back into the same dreams that marked your journey home. 

You wake up to buzzing. Your phone shakes the nightstand, rattling it against the bed frame. You groan and roll onto your side, reaching blindly for offending object. You hit the side button to dismiss the call.  

You blink away the bleariness and focus on the screen. Along with the missed call are several text messages. You squint as you expand the notifications. Jacob! You forgot to message. 

‘Hey, you home?’ 

‘Checking in. Must be busy getting settled in. Just let me know when you’re safe.’ 

‘Not meaning to be weird but everything okay?’ 

‘Please answer me. I’m worried.’ 

You drag your thumb around the keyboard, letting it predict your words; ‘sorry! I was so tired. Home now and safe 😊' 

Three dots pop up then swoop away. You frown as the same thing happens several times before a response appears. 

‘Was really worried. Thanks for finally answering. Been up all night.’ 

You’re stunned by the terse response. Yeah, you forgot to answer but he doesn’t need to worry that much. You frown and shift onto your side. 

‘Srry again. Tired. Talk in morning. Night.’ 

You turn your phone on silent and plug it back into the cord. You do feel bad but you’re too exhausted to let it keep you up. Besides, you need your sleep. You have lots of job hunting to do in the morning. Not to mention, your grandmother to face. 

🎮

You let Jacob cool down after your return home. Rather, he doesn’t text and you’re too distracted to do the same. As much as you’d like to sit around and game, your grandmother was as disappointed as you expected with your employment status, even when you gave her the money you had left in your emergency fund. 

After a week, you finally get a bite. It’s nothing special. There’s a seasonal ice cream shop in a booth shaped like a vanilla cone that needs a cashier on weeknights. It’s less than full time hours but it’s better than nothing. It will be strange working with high school juniors but you can’t afford to be picky. 

‘Game tonight?’ The text interrupts your first shift. You don’t have a chance to answer as a family approaches the window to order. 

You get them the soft serve and take their payment, bidding them a good evening with their vanilla points already drooping in the summer heat. You glance around at the mostly empty picnic tables. Soccer practice will end soon and you’ll be overloaded with eight-year-olds. 

‘Srry. New job. 1st shift. Maybe tmrw.’ 

‘New job? Congrats. Why didn’t you tell me?’ 

You sigh.  

‘Time got ahead of me.’ 

‘Same. Catch up tomorrow then. Minecraft?’ 

‘Sure. Tmrw.’ 

You slip your phone away. A mother and daughter approach and ask for a sundae and a banana split. As much as you love ice cream, working with it hasn’t tested your cravings very much. In fact, you might be falling out of love with it. The smell of vanilla and overly sweetened strawberries is kind of gross when it’s all you breathe. 

As you watch the happy customers walk away, you smile. Maybe it will be good to get some mining done. It will take your mind off of everything else. Hell, it might even make you feel like you’re doing something useful. 

🎮

“Shit, oh, sorry,” Jacob corrects himself. You always think it's kind of funny how he doesn’t like to swear. “My diamond armor.” 

“Oh no,” you utter, “where are you? I’ll grab your stuff.” 

He gives his coordinates and you turn around, leaping over the green blocks to make your way there. Despite your reticence at the beginning, you’re feeling better about the session. He wasn’t as tense as he seemed in his texts. 

“So, uh, did you think about the con?” Jacob asks. 

“The con? I almost forgot. When is it?” 

He gives the dates and you hum. Your chest flutters at the thought still. You’re not stupid. Meeting people IRL is not like online, no matter how many hours you’ve mined together. As much as you enjoy chatting with Jacob, you don’t know about meeting up. 

“I get it if you can’t get the time off but my offer still stands to cover the trip. If you wanna stay the night, I’ll even get an airBnB.” 

“Oh, wow, that’s a lot. I’m working now. I could put in,” you offer.  

“Is that a yes?” He asks hopefully. 

“I don’t know... I mean, I’ll have to look into it,” you say evasively. “Talk to my boss and grandma and all that.” 

“Right, right,” he tries to sound unbothered, “makes sense. Of course, no pressure. How about I send you the ticket either way? Haven’t got anyone else to bite.” 

“Oh, well, hold off, I wouldn’t want to take it and not use it,” you collect his weapons and armor from the ground in the game. 

It’s silent as you focus on getting every little thing. 

“Sorry, did I freak you out?” He asks, “I’m really not trying to pressure you, just got excited thinking about it.” 

“I know, Jacob, it’s not that, it’s just... a lot.” 

“Totally get it,” he intones, “let me know whenever you got an answer. Uh, where are you? I’m tryna find you.” 

“Just stay there, I'll come back to the house,” you assure him, happy to focus on the game instead. 

Still, you can’t entirely lose yourself in it. You’re sure he’s a nice guy. From pictures, he’s less than scary, and he’s never been anything but friendly. It’s not like the other dudes you meet online who jump to asking about your bra size and all that. It just isn’t smart. 

Well, maybe if you don’t show up alone. You know what con he’s talking about and Kara lives near there. You could probably convince her to meet up. Hm, that might work. 

Just like you told him, you’ll have to think about it. 

[heartzfromel]

Hello !

Please make my dream come true! 50!s Agatha protecting lesbian reader who wear men's clothing (if you are ok writing this topic of course)

Thank you very much !

and what about it? || 50s!agnes x reader

tags; touchy agnes, agnes & wanda are r’s best friends, dottie being evil, r being made fun of for how she’s dressed, yearning, light makeout

a/n; i actually loved writing this, i hope i did ur idea justice! also i love this pairing so like if anyone has any other requests for these two, not as like a series but as a group of one shots that can still be standalones pls lmk bc i ❤️ 50’s!agnes !!!!!!!

hands shaking, you made your way over to the group, who sat huddled together around dottie’s pool, except for agnes and wanda, who both sat slightly further away, agnes pouring more alcohol into her glass, and wanda sipping what she already had gently as the pair giggled at what seemed to be an inside joke. as the gate creaked open, the pair spun around to look at you.

you knew you dressed differently to the other women, opting for trousers and jackets over dresses and cardigans, but you didn’t see why it should be as big of a deal as it was, and neither did your two friends. you could tell that this was not going to be the case with this particular group of people as soon as you saw their expressions.

“oh my god, what is she wearing?” dottie asked, earning a giggle from the rest of the girls, bar agnes and wanda, as she swirled her drink.

this is a bad idea you thought, grateful that you’d recieved an invite from wanda, but currently wishing that the idea to do so had never ever crossed her mind. as you spun on your heel, deciding that you should just leave, agnes grabbed your wrist, tightly.

“hiya, hon!” she grinned, moving over on the seat and motioning for you to sit next to her. the grip on your wrist loosened, but never left as she began to fidget with a chain bracelet that you wore around it, a birthday gift from wanda. dottie opened her mouth to say something else, but agnes shut her up quickly, sending a glare in her direction. she seemed to get the hint as she looked back at the other girls to join in on a conversation, probably about some gossip that you didn’t care about.

you sat, listening to wanda recounting a story about when she was moving in with vision, as the three of you giggled. agnes lifted her hand, and when she put it back down, it rested on your thigh, causing your breath to hitch slightly. you had always known agnes to be quite a physical person when it came to showing affection, you had both seen it and experienced it first hand, but the way she linked arms with wanda and touched her arm when she found something shocking or funny were very different to her holding your waist when she was talking to or messing with your hair when she thought you weren’t looking.

suddenly, the conversation going on with the other women died down, and dottie cleared her throat.

“you know, y/n,” she began, causing agnes to roll her eyes and reach for the wine yet again, “you could be really pretty if you weren’t dressed like that.”

“well thank you dottie, really appreciate it.” you spat, ready to leave.

“why is it that you dress like that again?” she asked, glaring up at you.

“because i like it.” you replied, frustration lacing your tone.

“but you look like a boy.” she replied, furrowing her brows.

“and what about it?” agnes butted in, something in her tone that you’d never heard before, “what’s it doing to you?”

“agnes-“

“no, hon! i want her to answer me.” she was seething.

dottie could do nothing but mumble as agnes downed the rest of her drink, and dragged you out of dottie’s garden by the waist.

“agnes, you didn’t have to-“ you mumbled as she led you out.

“i know i didn’t, doll.” she nodded, as you stopped out on the street.

“so why did you?” you asked, wanting answers,

“i didn’t like how she was talking about you, baby.” she replied, before she stopped as the nickname seemed to slip out of her.

“what is this, agnes?” you asked, preparing yourself for her answer.

“what’s what?” she laughed, nervously.

“this.” you motioned between you, “this ‘doll, baby, hon, darling’.”

“well they’re just nicknames.” she smiled, trying to play it off.

“i don’t see you calling wanda baby.” you pressed.

“well that’s because…” she started, but the words seemed to run away from her.

“that’s because what, agnes? use your words.” you whispered, as her hands pulled you closer and yours fell onto her waist. her breath hitched.

“i don’t want to.” she let out all in one breath, and she couldn’t even take another one before her lips were on yours. you weren’t sure what you were expecting when she kissed you, but it was not this. you couldn’t get enough of each other. her lips fought with your own as she backed you into the wall of dottie’s house, gasping for air between kisses. she kissed you harder, running her hands through your hair as you let out a quiet noise.

“what do you say i take you home, huh hon.” she mumbled as she attempted to break the kiss.

“sounds good.” you replied, before you closed the gap between you again.

[f1goat]

his masseur x lando norris

In which you're Lando his best friend and masseur, but your feelings start to cause a bit of trouble.

Requested: yes Warnings: small mentions of sexual content / not proof read

Tuesday - August 2022

“Maybe you can sleep in my bed this time?” Lando asks you. 

You look up surprised. This is new.

“What’s wrong with the guest room?” You ask still surprised.

“Nothing!” Lando quickly exclaims, “but I’m tired but I also don’t want to stop cuddling like this. So I thought we could sleep together.. Maybe?” 

You notice that Lando is rambling now. You smile at him. “That sounds great,” you say with a genuine smile.

Lando leaves his earlier position to get of the couch. You think about what’s happening. Maybe it’s weird for friends to cuddle as much as you and Lando do. Maybe it’s even weirder that you’re going to sleep in the same bed as him. But it’s not like you mind. You have been crushing on Lando forever, so every little thing you can have you take willingly.

Thursday - November 2022

“Happy birthday Lan!”

You kiss him on his cheeks. Lando pulls you even closer to him so the two of you can hug properly. After a bit you release yourself from his hug so you can give him his present. You hand him over the present you carefully wrapped with an orange wrapping paper. You watch how Lando unties the golden ribbons. 

His face lits up when he sees the present. You smile as well from his happy reaction. It’s safe to say he loves the new microphone you got him. It’s themed with everything he likes. The Quadrant logo and colors are covering the stand part, while the mic itself is a bit more McLaren themed. 

“I thought you could use a new one for your streams,” you tell him. 

“You’re amazing!” Lando exclaims enthusiastic. He pulls you closer to himself again. It doesn’t take more then a few seconds before he’s hugging you once again. 

“I love it,” he tells you softly, “You know me the best!”

Sunday - December 2022

“Finally a well deserved break,” Lando says. 

You nod. “You were amazing this season,” you tell him. 

Lando smiles gratefully. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” he tells you even more grateful. 

“Don’t say that,” you say quickly, “It was all you. I’m just massaging you.”

“I’m glad you’re on my team,” Lando says, “so I might have a tiny surprise to thank you for that.”

“A tiny surprise?” You ask.

“I booked us a hotel here, so we can spend a week together. We can do some fun things! Like exploring the city and go buggy riding in the desert.”

“That’s not a tiny surprise,” you tell him while laughing.

“Oops,” Lando just says.

“Are you thanking everyone on your team like that?” You ask.

“I send the rest a nice thank you card,” Lando replies.

You laugh.

Sunday morning - January 2023

“I can’t wait to spend the whole year with you again,” Lando softly says. The clock just stroke midnight. Lando is sitting next to you on the couch. You’re with friends, but everyone is busy with wishing each other a happy new year. Something you should do as well, but you’re enjoying your small private moment with Lando. 

“Me too Lan,” you say, “and a happy new year to you!”

“Happy new year!” Lando replies happily.

He comes closer to you. You want to press a kiss to his cheek, like you always do with friends while wishing them a happy new year. Lando seems to have the same idea. You don’t know how it happend, but in some way Lando his lips end up on yours.

“Oh fuck,” you say.

It didn’t even last two seconds, but it feels like an eternity. 

“Sorry!” Lando quickly says.

“It doesn’t matter Lan, nothing happened. I’m going to wish the others a happy new year as well.”

Lando watches you when you walk away. He sighs. “Yeah, nothing happened. Just my feelings for you,” he mutters annoyed. 

Thursday night - February 2023

“Thanks for picking me up,” you tell Lando.

“It’s nothing, how was the date?” Lando asks you.

You sigh. “Since I texted you a few hours earlier then we discussed I think you can conclude that it was bad.”

“I don’t get it. Why do you keep going on dates with types like this?” Lando asks you.

“I don’t know either,” you sigh. You think about who you really want. The guy next to you who’s currently driving you home in his McLaren. Lando is silent, he’s thinking about how it shouldn’t feel this way. Every time he picks you up he’s happy that your date didn’t go well. He can’t be like this. His jealousy is rising up way too much recently.

“I think I’m going to stop dating for a while,” you tell Lando after a bit of silence, “Maybe I’m not ready yet,” you add.

Lando can’t stop himself from smiling. It’s insane how relieved he feels suddenly.

Friday night - March 2023

“Would it be weird if we kissed?”

You look up at Lando. Does he even know what he’s asking you right now? It’s not like you can blame him right now. He’s drunk. But still, you let out a small sigh when you think about his question. Yes it would be weird, but you wouldn’t care about that. 

“I kinda want to kiss you,” Lando continues.

Butterflies are all over the place inside of you. You don’t have to check the rear mirror in Lando his car to find out your cheeks are red. You feel flustered. You try to focus on driving, but Lando is making it hard for you. For the second time that evening you remind yourself about Lando his condition. He’s drunk. Carlos and Max texted you before to warn you and when you picked up Lando you quickly noticed it as well. You can’t take his words serious right now, he’s drunk. 

“You’re drunk Lan,” you tell him after doubting for a bit, “but yes, it probably would be weird. We have been friends forever.” You don’t tell him that you don’t mind the weird aspect. You also don’t tell him about your feelings from the last years for him. 

“If you say so,” Lando sighs. 

You hope Lando doesn’t asks questions like this again. Or not like this. He can ask questions like this, but not when he’s drunk and his words are meaningless. 

Saturday morning - March 2023

“Fuck,” Lando grunts, “That was just what I needed.” 

You release a bit off the harsh pressure you used earlier. Slowly you massage further. Since you graduated last year, you’ve become Lando his personal masseuse. You’ve been lucky when McLaren hired you for it. Since then you join Lando and his - and your - team to every race. Meaning you can spend a lot of time with Lando. 

“I thought so,” you tell Lando smilingly.

Lando lets out a soft moan. Something that can give you weird butterflies sometimes, but now you’re getting used to it. It’s just because your massaging him. 

“You seemed pretty drunk last night,” you add.

“Oh god,” Lando grunts, “Please don’t remind me. I have no memories left. Sorry that you needed to pick me up like that.” 

You let out a soft disappointed sigh. You already expected this, but still. It would be nice if Lando remembered what he told you last night. It’s nothing new. Things like this happen way too often. 

“It doesn’t matter Lan, that’s what friends do,” you tell him to comfort him.

“Hm, friends yeah,” Lando sighs. 

“What do you mean?” You ask.

Lando doesn’t really respond anymore. You put a bit more pressure on his abs while massaging him. While you do so you think about multiple weird situations you had with Lando. 

“Maybe we can have a night in tonight? After qualifying,” Lando suggests after a bit. “We can watch some movies or something, whatever you like,” he adds.

“I kinda planned a selfcare night,” you tell Lando, “but maybe we can combine it?” 

“I’m in,” Lando tells you happily. 

“Great!”

Saturday - April 2023

“Y/n, it’s time for my massage.”

You look up surprised. Lando is standing in front of you and Pierre. What is he talking about? You just massaged him earlier. You’re free for the rest of the day. 

“Let’s talk further another time,” Pierre tells you.

You just met him. He seemed nice. Maybe you can finally find some other friends on the grid as well? 

“That sounds great,” you tell Pierre excited. 

You almost start to think that Lando lets out a scoff, but you’re probably wrong. You walk closer to Lando and he takes you with him to his drivers room.

“I already massaged you Lan, what was that about?” You ask him confused.

“I just got a bit of pain in my shoulder,” Lando mutters.

“Okay, can you pull of your shirt?”

When Lando feels your hands on his painless shoulders, he feels happy again. Maybe it was childish, but he didn’t see another way to get you away from Pierre and back to himself.

What’s going on with him?

Wednesday - May 2023

“I think I’m in love with y/n.”

“No shit,” Max sighs, “It took you forever to find out.”

Lando looks at his friend. Was he that transparant?

“So when will you tell her?” Max asks.

“Never!” Lando says quickly. He almost shouts. “What do you think that’ll happen? She doesn’t return my feelings, everything will become awkward and then I will lose her.”

“For fuck sake,” Max sighs, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Max, you have to keep this a secret,” Lando almost begs, “I can’t lose y/n.”

“You’re such an idiot.”

Saturday - June 2023

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” Lando moans.

You slowly apply more pressure to his body. Your hands roam around Lando his necks and shoulders carefully. When you come closer to his neck, Lando can’t withhold another soft moan. You start to feel the well known butterflies flatter around in your body.

Lando doesn’t stop. He keeps letting out soft sounds that show you exactly what you’re doing to him. After a bit you notice that you’ll get an even bigger reaction when you massage him on a specific spot close to his neck. You can’t help yourself and don’t stop touching him there. Can it be his sweet spot? You wonder what will happen when you let your lips touch his neck right on that spot. Fuck, you shouldn’t think like this.

“Can you lie down on your back Lan?” You ask a bit later.

Lando shuffles a bit, but he doesn’t move to lie down on his back. You wonder what’s going on. 

“Lan?” You ask.

“Give me a few minutes,” Lando tells you. 

“Is something wrong? You need to tell me if you feel uncomfortable or painful when I do something,” you say.

“No!” Lando quickly replies, “It’s far from wrong.”

You don’t get it at first, but then Lando lies down on his back. You notice the bulge that formed itself in his pants. Lando doesn’t look at you. Something that comes in quite handy right now, because you’re smile isn’t really professional anymore.

Sunday - July 2023

Lando his qualifying at Silverstone went amazing. He got the second place and that as his home race. This is amazing. Currently the two of you are laying on the couch. You’re feeling relaxed while spending time like this with Lando. 

“Maybe I can massage you a bit?” Lando suggests, “Reverse the roles  for once.”

“That seems nice.”

Lando helps you to find a comfortable position on his lap. His hands slowly find your shoulders. He’s quick to apply a bit of pressure on them. You let out a soft sigh of relaxation. It’s been way too long since someone massaged you. That’s the disadvantage of being a masseur, everyone always expects you to massage them and not the other way around. 

“How does this feel?” Lando asks you. 

It feels like his hands are touching you everywhere at once. You haven’t felt this relaxed in a long time. He’s slowly massaging your neck and you can’t stop yourself from letting out a soft moan. 

“Like you should do this more often,” you answer Lando jokingly.

You don’t tell him that you already feel yourself getting wet. Fuck. Why does he have to have such big, strong hands? That also feel insanely good on your body?

***

A few hours and a movie and some YouTube video’s later you’re still laying against Lando. The two of you are cuddled up on the couch in your hotel room. Lando plays with your hair while he focuses on the television in front of him. You can’t seem to focus anymore. Your mind keeps filling up with thoughts about Lando. 

“I’m glad you’re on my team,” Lando tells you suddenly, “I couldn’t have done this without you.”

“You’re the one who’s racing this good,” you reply. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Lando says slowly, “but I couldn’t have done any of this without your support. It means the world to me that you’re always here.”

“There’s no place where I would be rather.”

“Promise me you’re in for a long time?” Lando asks you.

Without even thinking about it you stick out your pink. Lando is quick to wrap his own around yours.

“I promise Lan and if you join another team, I’ll do everything I can to join them as well.”

“I’m not going anywhere else if you can’t join me,” Lando says, “If they want me, they get you as well.”

You laugh. 

Sunday - July 2023

You haven’t seen Lando for a while now. The two of you are in some sort of night club with a lot of the other drivers. Earlier today Lando got his second place. His first podium of the season. He even drove a couple laps as race leader. Things were amazing. You haven’t been proud, excited and happy like this for a long time. It feels insanely good. That’s why the both of you wanted to celebrate. 

“Hi!”

You notice that Pierre Gasly is standing in front of you and just greeted you. 

“Hey,” you greet him back.

Pierre and you have know each other for a while now. You can say that you’re friends with each other, but not really close friends. During race weekends you’ll talk with each other, but that’s about it. Still, when you talk to each other it’s nice and comfortable. 

“In the mood to dance?” Pierre asks you. You’re quick to nod. Pierre gives you his hand and takes you with him towards the dance floor. 

When Lando searches for you, he’s surprised to find you on the dance floor. Until he sees with who you are. Fuck. He lets out an annoyed sigh. Why does Pierre always come close to you? Lando thinks about a way to get you away from Pierre, but he can’t figure out something right now.

“Congrats on the podium!” 

Without even realizing it, Lando is hugging with Yuki Tsunoda. He makes a bit of small talk with him, but Lando his eyes never leave you and Pierre. It annoys him that you’re still dancing with him. He needs to figure out a way to get you back to himself.

“Don’t you find them cute together?” Yuki asks him after a while.

Is Yuki talking about you and Pierre as well? Before Lando can say anything, Yuki continues talking.

“Pierre has been planning on taking her out for a while, maybe he’ll finally ask her now,” Yuki tells Lando. 

“He likes her?” Lando asks.

Yuki nods.

“Fuck, I knew it,” Lando mutters annoyed. 

Without a plan he walks towards you and Pierre. When he stands in front of you two, he’s quick to grab your arm. You are quick to look up. You’re surprised to see Lando in front of you. 

“We’re going back to the hotel,” Lando tells you quickly, not knowing any better excuse right now. 

“Why?” You ask surprised.

“I’m not feeling well,” Lando lies. 

He notices the way your facial expressions change. He starts to feel like a terrible person when he sees your concerned face. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask him. 

“I’ll explain in the car,” Lando answers with the lack of a better answer.

“Wait, y/n, before you go, can I ask you something?” Pierre asks you.

Lando his grip on your arm firms. He pulls you with him softly. You look at him, still concerned about his well being. “I really want to go,” Lando tells you. He knows what’s coming next, Pierre is going to ask you out. Fuck. He needs to get you away. 

“Maybe you can text me it?” You suggest to Pierre, “Lando isn’t feeling well, so we’re leaving now.”

“I’ll just ask you later,” Pierre sighs.

When you’re sitting in Lando his car, you notice that the boy is looking a lot better already. His weird facial expressions from earlier are gone, he almost seems relieved now? Maybe he was overwhelmed with all the attention and loud music? 

“What was wrong?” You ask Lando. 

“I uh,” Lando stutters a bit, “uh, I uh, I had a.. a uh, a headache. But it’s already getting better now.”

***

“Sooo,” you let out. You have been waiting for a moment to ask Lando something and maybe now is your chance? 

“So?”

“Why don’t you like Pierre?” You ask him. 

Since you and Pierre have gotten a bit closer, you have noticed Lando his strange behavior against Pierre. He always tries to get you away from him with excuses (?) about more massages. Or he joins your conversation and makes things awkward. What seems on purpose sometimes. 

“You always try to get me away from him,” you add while waiting for Lando his reaction. 

Lando sighs. Maybe he should just tell you everything. But he doesn’t. 

“There’s nothing wrong with Pierre,” Lando replies.

Wednesday - July 2023

“Want to lunch together?” Lando asks you. 

“I’m sorry Lan, Pierre asked me to get lunch together earlier today,” you reply a bit disappointed. If Lando only asked you earlier…

“Oh allright, then I’ll see you later. Right?” Lando asks disappointed.

“Yeah, after lunch I’ll be back,” you reply. 

“Okay, have fun.”

Friday - July 2023

“We’re still on for tonight, right?” Lando asks you. 

“What do you mean?” You ask surprised. 

“It’s Friday!” Lando exclaims loudly, “we always have your self care night on Friday.” 

“Oh fuck,” you whisper. You totally forgot. Or better said, you didn’t know Lando saw it as a weekly thing. “Pierre asked me out for dinner tonight, I’m so sorry Lan,” you explain, “but I can cancel?” 

“You don’t have to,” Lando sighs, “just have fun with Pierre.” 

***

Y/n: uh hi 

Y/n: can u pick me up?

Lando: where?

Y/n: *location*

Lando: where is that? Who lives there?

Y/n: Pierre

Lando: can’t he bring you home

Lando: you seem to be dating him

Lando: not me.

Y/N: please lan

Lando: Omw

***

“Thanks for picking me up,” you tell Lando when you step into his car. 

Lando is quick to notice your sad expression. He wonders what happened inside Pierre his house. When he sees a small tear rolling over your cheek, he knows for sure something happened.

“What’s wrong?” Lando asks you. 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you sigh. 

“Babygirl,” Lando sighs, “What’s going on lately? We barely see each other and now I’m picking you up from Pierre’s while you’re all sad?” 

You let out a small sob. 

“I fucked things up,” you cry out. 

Lando increases his speed, he wants to get home as soon as possible so he can talk to you properly. He puts his free hand on your thigh and slowly draws some figures on it. When you use both of your hands to hold his, he can’t resist a small smile. 

When you’re inside Lando his home, you know Lando still wants answers. He deserves them as well. Together you sit down on his couch. You try to look at Lando, but you can only sob when you do. 

Pierre asked you to be his girlfriend tonight. You told him no. Of course you said no. You thought things between you two were just friendly. And there’s Lando. Maybe if Lando wasn’t here, you would have given Pierre a chance. But he’s here. He’s always on your mind. Even when you tried to forget about him, he’s always present in your thoughts. 

“What happened?” Lando asks you again. 

“I uh,” you stutter, “Pierre uh.. He, he asked me to be his uh.. his girlfriend.” 

“Then why are you crying? Isn’t that what you wanted?” Lando asks confused. His body is heating up. He can’t handle it if you’re officially Pierre’s. 

“I said no,” you state. This time the words come out a bit calmer. 

“Didn’t he accept that?” Lando questions.

You just nod your head this time. When you think back about Pierre his reaction, you shiver. 

“Want to talk about it?” Lando asks you.

“Later,” you suggest. 

Lando opens his arms for you. It doesn’t take you long before you find your comfortable spot back. You lean on his chest. You’ve missed this. 

“I’ve missed you,” you sob.

“I never left,” Lando states, “I just gave you some space with Pierre.” 

“I don’t want space,” you sigh. 

“What do you want?” Lando asks you confused, “I thought you wanted to date Pierre, so it seemed logical to give you a bit of space while figuring things out with him.”

You don’t think about your answer.

“I want you,” you state. 

When the words leave your mouth, you realize the impact of them. Fuck. What did you just do? This is going to be the moment that you’ll lose Lando. You already feel him straighten up, sitting more straight then before. Slowly you seat yourself different as well. Lando looks in your eyes and you can’t look away. 

“That’s a dangerous thing to say,” Lando replies.

“I can’t unsay it I guess,” you sigh, “This is just great. I fucked up something even more important now.” 

“You didn’t ruin anything,” Lando comforts you, “but you need to explain what happened and what you mean.” 

You sigh again. 

“I told Pierre I didn’t want to date him, I thought our ‘dates’ were friendly. Then he got mad. He started to talk about all the money he spend on me,” you explain slowly, “I told him I could pay him back, but that wasn’t what he wanted. I don’t know what happened, but I do know I lost a friend.” 

“And then I started thinking about you. How I blew you off multiple times because Pierre asked me to do something, I was afraid that I lost you as well.” 

“Pierre’s a dick,” Lando scoffs, “and you can’t lose me. No matter how hard you’ll try, you can’t lose me.”

You let out a couple sobs. Lando pulls you closer to himself again. 

“What do you mean with wanting me?” He asks you.

“Fuck Lan,” you sigh, “I’ve been in love with you for like forever.” 

Lando doesn’t know what he just heard. He asks you again. And again. You keep telling him the truth. 

“Fuck,” he says after a while.

“I’m sorry,” you sob, “I knew telling you was a mistake. Please stay my friend.” 

“Max was right,” Lando says.

You look at him, confused by the deeper meaning behind his words.

“I should have told you,” Lando continues, “Then all of this would never have happened.” 

“Told me what?” You ask confused.

“I’m in love with you,” Lando confesses, “I’ve been for the longest time. That’s why I didn’t like all of your dates, including Pierre.”

Saturday - August 2023

“It always turns me on when you massage me,” Lando confesses. 

You laugh softly. 

“Remember than one time you massaged me?” You ask Lando. He’s quick to nod. “We both have that problem.” 

“Maybe I can massage you again tonight?” Lando suggests. 

“That sounds amazing.”

[gulicore]

2hollis smut based on his new song style^^ he catches u in the clubb or anywhere idk and loves ur style and how innocent u look and starts to get obsessed with you and everything ab u and eventually ends up having sex nd he would be the dominant one i saw a video of someone saying he’d talk u through it so i think thts cute

[JEALOUS] mdni

2Hollis x Reader

A/N: This isn’t exactly what you asked, but it’s heavily inspired by it !! Thank you for sending me this request, hope you like the story! Also huge shoutout to my friends who gave me ideas for this :,)

warnings/tags: smut, inappropriate language, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), dacryphilia, p in v, cumplay (i guess), fluff, soft dom hollis

w/c: 5.293 (no proofread) it’s pretty long ik

You met Hollis through Nate, a close friend of yours who introduced you a few months ago. Though you didn't know him well, you occasionally saw him at parties or gatherings with friends. Despite the limited interaction, you couldn't help but be drawn to him. Every time his eyes met yours, you’d blush and look away, and your heart would race whenever he got too close or accidentally brushed your hand.Not to mention that you spent many nights in bed, thinking about him while touching yourself.

Little did you know, he also thought about you more than he would a typical friend. Glancing at you when you’re not watching,sitting close to you or next to you whenever he could, liking your stories, his voice getting more unstable when he talked to you and his dick hardens everytime he sees you in revealing clothes. You thought about his actions all the time but maybe it was all in your head. “Maybe he's just being nice.It’s too good to be true, he doesn’t want me”, you kept telling yourself.

It was Nate’s birthday, and everyone was heading to a new club in town to celebrate. Hollis was invited too, of course, which made you feel a bit nervous. You wanted to look your best tonight—not because you hoped he'd notice you or anything. Totally not that.

You and some friends of yours arrived at the club first. Nate and Hollis would come later than you guys since they had some important things going on. You actually looked stunning tonight, getting countless compliments from your friends, but deep down, you couldn't help wishing that someone else would be the one complimenting you like this.

As you arrived at the club, a mix of excitement and nerves bubbled up in you. Your friend orders drinks for everyone and soon you get to dancing with the rest of the group. Clubbing isn’t your thing, you don’t really enjoy it. You’d much rather be home most of the time but you forced yourself to warm up to the idea of it and try to have fun with your friends tonight. You didn’t want to spoil Nate’s birthday with your bad mood anyway.

After a while of drinking,dancing and laughing with your friends,Nate and Hollis finally appear at the clubs entrance. You turn to look at them, feeling your stomach flutter when your eyes land on Hollis. Nate gave you a small wave,smiling softly, and you waved back at him,squeezing through the crowd trying to get to them.

“Hello birthday boy! Happy birthday you bastard!” you hug Nate and flash him a smile. “Thank you Y/N! Where’s everyone else?” he asks,looking around,trying to spot the group. “We’re all sitting over there! Come on!” you point toward the couch where everyone’s sitting,sipping on their drinks. Nate walks towards them,leaving you and Hollis behind.

“Hey, i thought you didn’t like clubs”,Hollis says,smiling at you,making you look back at him surprised “I..uh..I don’t really, but i can’t miss Nate’s birthday, can i?”, you laugh at him softly. “Nah i guess you can’t” he chuckles in return,his eyes meeting yours.”Hey uh,you look really nice…tonight…” his gaze shifting to the floor before looking back at you.

Your heart skips a beat, your cheeks turn a shade of pink that’s visible even under the vibrant club lights. You let out a soft chuckle, glancing down at your outfit, then meeting his gaze again.”Thanks…you look, very handsome as well”. You give him a gentle smile, locking eyes with him. Just as he’s about to speak, Nate’s voice calls out,cutting through the moment.” Come on, guys, over here!”.

You walk to the couch where everyone was, sitting next to one of your friends, while Hollis sits right infront of you on the other couch. Everyone was drinking and chatting to eachother, to the point where most of your friends were well past tipsy. “Come on Y/N drink!Dont be lame!” one of your friends urged.”Uh, no i don’t really drink, thanks tho!” you reply with a smile.”I don’t care Y/N, it’s Nate’s birthday, come on!”.

She shoves a glass of vodka into your hand, and although you hesitated, the pleading look on her face convinced you to give in. “Ah fuck it”, you muttered, and chugged the entire glass.”Yeahhh, now that’s the spirit!”, she grins. A few drinks later, you found yourself laughing and chatting with everyone, utterly drunk and caught up in the fun.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you. Turning shyly, you met Hollis’s gaze. His eyes are fixed on you, taking in every detail—the way your soft thighs pressed together, how your dress had risen just enough to hint at the underwear beneath, and how your long hair fell down your chest and back, gently framing you. He was completely captivated by you tonight, his thoughts clouded by the sight of you. Your eyes look back at his, staring at him just like he did, your heartbeat quickening as your lips parted slightly in surprise.

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by your friend’s voice, and you turn your gaze to her. ”Hey Y/N are you coming to the dance floor with us?”, she yelled through the loud music.”Oh yes ofcourse!”,your attention shifting back to her. As your friends headed to the dance floor, you stood up, trying to steady yourself before joining them. But before you could leave, you turn back to look at Hollis.

“Hey, wanna come dance?” you asked, extending your hand. He hesitated, then shook his head. “Nah, I’m good. You should go, though.” A wave of disappointment washed over you, but you nodded and made your way to the dance floor where your friends were. Dancing and moving to the electronic music, the alcohol fogging your mind, you got lost in the moment.

Hollis watched you from across the room, his gaze unnoticed as you danced to the rhythm of the music. The lights of the club reflected off your dress, making it sparkle as you moved,perfectly hugging your figure, and it was so short, so daringly short, that he could almost see the bottom of your ass when you moved too much.

He couldn’t help but imagine how you would look like without that dress,discarded on the floor, and how your soft skin would feel like under his fingertips. But before his sinful thoughts could wander further, a drunk girl, who seems to know him from somewhere, interrupted them, and she slid onto the couch next to him, pulling him back to reality.

You turned your gaze towards the couch where the rest of the group was sitting, and you spotted this random girl, sitting next to Hollis,a little too close, giggling and chatting with him. He seemed to really enjoy her company and it made your blood boil. “Who is this bitch?!”, you thought, frustration building inside you. You couldn’t think straight from the alcohol in your system, and in that moment, you decided you had to do something—anything—to catch his attention.

You started swaying your hips again, letting the music take over. A young man dancing next to you caught your attention, and you placed your hand on his shoulder, prompting him to turn and look at you. A drunk smirk appeared on your lips, and he mirrored it. You both began dancing together, your bodies gradually drawing closer and closer with every move. Moving in sync with the rhythm, you turned around, swaying your hips on his crotch, your hands raised in the air, fully immersed in the music.

Hollis’ smiling expression slowly fades into a more confused and angry one, as he stops the ongoing conversation with the girl and turns his gaze towards you. Seeing you dance so close to this random man,moving your body on his, made his blood boil, and his hands turned into fists, knuckles white from the force. The man’s hands move slowly on your hips, then travel their way to your ass, squeezing it.His mouth leaving a kiss on your neck.

You angrily turn around and push him away. “What the fuck are you doing?!” you yell, frowning your eyebrows,heart beating fast. “Woah baby, relax, dance with me” he puts his hands on your waist pulling you closer to him.”I’m not your fucking baby!Let go off me!”, you try to push him away and escape his grip, but he wouldn’t let go, until you felt a tall presence next to you, quickly shoving the other man away from you.

“Bro what’s your fucking problem, leave her alone!!”. You turn around to see Hollis, with an angry look on his face, staring at the man. “What is your problem dude? leave us alone we were dancing!”, the man yells back at him.”Clearly she doesn’t wanna dance with you anymore…”, Hollis grabs his arm tightly, “…so get the fuck away before i cut your dick off.” The man doesn’t say anything, just pulls his arm away from Hollis’ grip and walks away further into the crowd.

He turns his gaze back to you. ”Hey are you alright?did he hurt you?”, a look of concern mixed with anger appears on his face. ”No, i’m fine. Not like you care or anything.” you mutter, looking away. “What?What do you mean?!” he says, slightly yelling. “Just leave me alone Hollis…” you try to push him away but you’re too drunk and wobbly, all your strength has left your body. “…go back to drooling over that girl” you aggressively point at her, taking a small step back, your dizzy mind trying to steady yourself.

“Y/N what are you talking about?!” he shouts, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist, but you quickly jerk it away. “Leave me the fuck alone Hollis!…” you yell, your voice trembling as tears well up in your eyes, “…just, go back to her…”, you lower your gaze to the floor, tears rolling down your face, then shove him away and dash towards the exit of the club.

Hollis calls your name, desperately hoping you'll stop and turn back, but you don’t. He pushes through the crowd, finally making his way outside. The cold night air sends a chill down his spine as he scans the streets for you, but you’re nowhere in sight. Just as he starts to lose hope, he catches sight of you sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall of the alley beside the club,your hands covering your face.

He walks towards you, one hand in his pocket, the other scratching the back of his neck. “Y/N, why are you acting like this?”, he asks, his voice laced with concern. You glance up at him standing in front of you, and release a heavy sigh.

“I told you to go back to that girl!” you say angrily, your gaze shifting away. He places his hands on his hips, tilting his head slightly as he teases, “Oh? So you’re jealous, then? Is that it?” You shake your head, refusing to meet his eyes. “No, I’m not,” you reply, your expression unreadable. “Okay, then i’m going back inside” he says confidently, and you mutter back in response, “Whatever…” covering your face with your hands once again, sighing.

Without you realising, he takes a step forward, leaning down toward you.”Think about it Y/N. Is that really what you want?” his voice soft but clear. You uncover your eyes and meet his gaze, slowly getting up on your feet again. ”Yeah, that’s what i want.” you reply, locking eyes with him as his tall figure moves even closer, nearly closing the distance between you, your body pushed against the cold wall. His head leans in, his mouth inches from yours. “Yeah?” A teasing smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

You inch closer to him, your breath mingling with his, the need to close the gap and crash your lips on his growing stronger. Just as his lips are about to meet yours, the sound of your friends calling your names,mixed with voices and chatter, break through the moment. Hollis takes a small step back, clearing his throat, before turning toward the source of the noise. You follow him silently, trailing behind as he walks, the tension between you both lingering in the air.

"Hey, bro, Nate isn’t feeling well. Can you drive him home?" your friend asks, struggling to keep a very drunk Nate steady beside him. Hollis hesitates for a moment, glancing at you before responding, “Uh, yeah, I guess I can.” He walks over to help your friend carry Nate to his car. You fidget, then mumble quietly, "Hey, um, Hollis? Can you drive me home too? I really don’t want to be here anymore…” He looks at you, giving you a reassuring nod. “Yeah, of course. Get in.”

Nate slurred nonsense from the passenger seat, his rambling barely making sense, which made you chuckle quietly. Hollis, keeping his focus on the road, glanced up at the rearview mirror, his gaze briefly meeting yours. You stare back at him, offering a shy smile before returning your attention to the window beside you, the cool night air brushing against the glass.

After a while, you finally arrive at Nate’s house. Hollis gets out of the car and, without a word, helps Nate get out of it, carrying him toward his apartment. Left alone in the car, you sit quietly, your thoughts swirling. After a moment, you step out of the car, making your way to the passenger seat. You close the door behind you, settling in as you wait for Hollis to return, tension still lingering in the air.

You hear Hollis finally get out of the building, his footsteps approaching the car before he slides into the seat. He notices that you've switched seats, but says nothing, not wanting to make things awkward. "Right, let’s go then," he murmurs, and you nod in response.

The drive to your house passes in silence, tension filling the car. You rest your head against the window, gazing out at the lights of the city’s nightlife as he drove.Lost in your thoughts, you remain unaware of Hollis stealing occasional glances at you, your flushed cheeks from the alcohol, and your soft,thick thighs gently pressed together.

You finally arrive outside the building where your apartment is located. "I better get going", you murmur, preparing to exit the car, but Hollis's voice stops you. "Hey, uh, can I walk you to your apartment? I just want to make sure you get home safely, since you’re drunk and all." You raise an eyebrow in surprise. “Oh, you don’t have to, but… okay.”

You give him an annoyed glance before shutting the door behind you. He follows, stepping out of the car, and walks silently beside you as you head to your apartment. Finally arriving at your apartments door, you take your keys out and open the door, but before you could get it,Hollis’s voice stops your movement.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his voice laced with concern. You turn to face him, still holding the keys in your hand."No... I'm still mad," you respond, your eyebrows furrowing in frustration."But why are you mad, Y/N?" He steps closer, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips."You know," you reply, glaring up at his tall frame, irritation evident on your face."Do I?" He tilts his head, his eyes locking onto yours as he closes the distance between you, his gaze unwavering. You only nod in response.

"I want to hear it from you, Y/N," he says, his tone now serious. "Use your words."You hesitate for a moment, gathering your thoughts before speaking. "I can't stand seeing all these girls around you," you admit, your voice rising with frustration. "And I know I have no right to say this, 'cause you're not mine—"

Before you can finish, he steps even closer."This could change," he says, his expression hardening, his voice steady."What do you mean?" you ask, confusion creeping into your tone. Your voice shakes slightly."Come on, Y/N. Isn’t that what you want?" His words catch you off guard, and surprise flashes across your face."I-uh..." You stammer, at a loss for words.

He lowers his head, bringing it closer to yours. "I need an answer, Y/N. Because that's definitely what i want," he says, his voice softening."What about the other girl, Hollis?" you snap, your frustration and annoyance bubbling over."There is no other girl," he responds, his hands moving to hold your arms firmly.You glance at his grip, then back up to meet his gaze."But—" you start, but he cuts you off, his voice sharp.

"No buts, Y/N.She's just an old friend. There’s no other girl." he insists, his voice rising with frustration. His grip on your arms tightens just slightly. "How do I know you’re not lying to me?" you ask, your voice low and unsteady, a knot forming in your throat as you swallow hard. Hollis steps closer, his face mere inches from yours. "Let me prove it to you." he whispers.

And in that moment, he closes the gap between you, kissing you softly.You hesitate for just a second, but soon, your body surrenders, and you kiss him back, the tension melting as his hands move from your arms to your waist, pulling you closer. The kiss becomes messier,more passionate. Hollis opens the door fully with his hand, without breaking the kiss, and he pushes you through, closing the door behind him.

He pushes you on the wall, his grip on your waist tightens and he slowly moves one hand on your ass, giving it a soft squeeze, still kissing you hungrily. A small moan escapes your mouth from his action, making him smile softly against your lips. “Yeah?You like that?” he says, almost whispering, and all you can do is whine in response.

He chuckles at your reaction, and then softly moves both his hands on your ass, squeezing it harder this time.”You know…” he moves his mouth to your neck,leaving a soft kiss on your skin. “…I like it that you’re jealous, shit fucking turns me on.” Your breath unsteady, a short sigh escapes your mouth, and your grip tightens on his shoulders as he leaves sloppy kisses on your neck and jaw.

His hands travel to your thighs, lifting your dress just a bit, feeling the soft skin underneath.”You wore this for me, didn’t you?” he whispers on your neck, his voice low. A shaky ”Maybe.” leaves your mouth and he chuckles softly on your neck.

”Fucking slut.” a soft gasp leaves your mouth and your grip on his hair tightens, his words making the heat between your legs grow more and more.”I wanted to look good for you.” you shyly admit. “Yeah baby? And why’s that, hm?” he says softly, looking down at you. Your knees getting weak hearing the pet name.

“So we could end up like this.” you quietly reply, giving him a sultry look. He just smile’s wide before attacking your mouth again,kissing you passionately. Your body surrenders to his touch, and you moan into the kiss. His hand slowly travels under the hem of your dress and he suddenly moves his fingers over your panties, feeling your heat. “So wet ‘f me…and i barely even touched you.” You whine and slightly pull his hair.

“Please…” you whisper under your breath, pulling him closer. “What is it baby, tell me” he teases you. His fingers sitting on your inner thigh. “ ‘Want more…please.” you plead, almost on the verge of tears from how needy you are for him. “Tell me what you want baby.” he murmurs softly, his lips brushing your ear. “Touch me more” you beg, pressing your body closer. Your words only making the tent in his jeans bigger.

“Like this?” he coos, putting his fingers on your panties again, this time slowly moving them in circles. You can’t help but stutter and moan in his ear. “Y-yeah”, you put your hands around his neck to steady your self, small whines escaping your mouth, making him groan softly. He quickens the pace of his fingers, the thin fabric of your panties getting more and more soaked.

Your breath quickens,chest moving up and down,you push your hips harder on his fingers,almost grinding on them. “So needy,baby” he mutters, slowly moving your panties to the side, and places two fingers over your wet folds, teasing you. You gasp from the sudden touch “Mhh,fuck..”, he starts moving them in circles over your bare clit, kissing your neck hungrily, leaving hickeys on the soft skin.

You whine again, his actions bringing you closer and closer to release.Without a warning he shoves his fingers inside you,moving them in and out of your soaked hole,making you moan in his ear.An intense feeling grows on your abdomen the faster he goes, his thumb circling your clit.

Your body starts trembling,moans getting louder, but he cuts you off, “Not yet”. A soft whine leaves your mouth as he releases his fingers from you, wiping them on your inner thigh. “W-What are you doing?” you ask, almost tearing up from the loss of pleasure. He crashes his lips into yours once again, pulling your dress over your head,discarding it from you.His hands start roaming your body.

He palms your breasts, squeezing them softly, while kissing and biting on your neck. He then moves his hands to your sides,slowly lowering them to your waist, then to your ass gripping it, and lastly to your thighs, pulling one leg to his side, stroking the soft skin. “Jump.” he commands, his voice low and steady, and you do what he says without second thoughts.

You wrap your legs around his waist, your bare chest pressed against his,and kiss his neck gently while he carries you to the bedroom, holding you tight. You enter the bedroom and he sits down at the end of the bed, with you on his lap. You tug on his shirt and he takes it off in one motion.He kisses your neck hungrily, grounding your hips on his hard tent. You can’t help but slowy grind on him,putting ur hands on his abs steadying yourself while he kisses you. But once again he stops you. “Nuh-uh,on your knees.” he says softly against your ear, his command sending shivers down your spine.

You swallow hard and pull yourself out of his lap, getting on your knees infront of him, hands resting on your lap, and you look up at him with needy eyes, waiting. He leans down at you, cupping your cheek with his hand,caressing it. His thumb softly moves on your lower lip and he pulls you in for a kiss. Without breaking the kiss, he unbuckles his belt and slightly pulls his pants lower.

You lean closer deepening the kiss and innocently place your hand on his bulge over his boxers, feeling his hard cock twitch under your touch, only making you even more soaked. He moans into the kiss, your breaths mingling. You move your hand to the waistband of his boxers pulling them down slowly, until his hard erection proudly pops up. You gasp at the sight, and your cheeks instantly turn red.

Hollis chuckles at your reaction and places his hand on your head, softly stroking your hair. “Don’t worry baby, i know you can take it.” Swallowing hard, surprised by his size, you hesitate at first. But then, you gently move your hand on his dick, making him flinch from your touch. You place your other on his thigh and you softly put your tongue on his length, giving it a small but slow lick.

“Fuck…mmh” he mutters. His grip on your head tightens,fingers mingling with your hair. Saliva drooling from your tongue to his tip, you look up at him, taking it in your lips,softly sucking and kissing it. “Shit…”, his breath quickening, the way you look up at him only making his tip leak more into your soft lips.

You move your mouth lower, slowly adjusting to the length, and once you’re comfortable enough, you start bobbing your head up and down, your hand gently bumping the length your mouth couldn’t fit, making his head fall back, eyes closed. His chest moves up and down, his breath shaky,and soft moans leave his mouth. He takes most of your hair in his grip and gently pushes your head lower.

You gag from the sudden movement, eyes tearing up, but you only get wetter. “So pretty ‘f me…choking on my dick like that,such a good girl”, his words make you moan on his dick. The vibrations of your mouth making him push your head lower,bringing him closer to his peak. Tears fall from your eyes to your cheeks, but you fucking love how vulnerable you look for him, and he surely does too.

He pushes your head up and down faster, wiping your tears away from your face, but when he’s about to finish, he stops you, pulling your head away from him. You gasp for air and look at him confused,saliva and precum covering your lips and chin.”W-Why did you stop me? Did i do something wrong?” you ask concerned. “No baby, ‘just wanna make you cum first” his voice soft and quiet, a pool forming in your underwear.

He wipes your chin with his thumb and brings you closer for a gentle kiss. He pats his thighs, and you shyly climb up to his lap once again. He leaves sloppy kisses on your jaw, moving lower to your neck and collarbone, while his fingers play with your nipple. You lean your head back for better access, and he brings his mouth to your other nipple, sucking it and circling his warm tongue on it.

Your soft moans fill the room, but he stops his actions and grabs your waist turning you over on the bed so he’s on top of you. He wents back to kissing you, so gently this time, stroking your hair. He lowers his kisses down to your stomach, his hands softly gripping your hips. He stops and looks at you.

“Open your legs.” his voice clear and serious. Your heartbeat quickens at his words and you look down at him,slowly opening your legs. ”Good girl” he mutters, and moves his body between your thighs caressing them softly. He puts his fingers on your clothed pussy, feeling your wetness, and you move your hips to his touch.

“Getting so soaked just from sucking my dick. Such a fucking slut.”, you whine at his harsh comment, but it turns you on even more. He moves his hand to the hem of your panties, slowly pulling them down till they’re completely off your body. He grips on your thighs,slightly pulling them apart, almost drooling from the sight in front of him. “Fuck..”, he says under his breath, speechless.

He places soft kisses on your inner thighs, slowly getting closer to where you need him the most. He brings two fingers on your folds, moving them around, his other arm still wrapped around your thigh. “Please…” ,you murmur, slowly grinding on his fingers. “Be patient baby.” he slowly moves his fingers on your clit, making you whine. Leaning closer, he places a kiss on your heat, catching you by surprise,his fingers not leaving.

You put your hand on his hair, tugging on it. He starts moving his lips and tongue slowly on your clit,while his fingers still play with your folds. “Oh my god…fuck” your grip on his hair tightens, your squirm ,needing to feel more. He squeezes your thigh and pins your hips to bed, holding you still. His fingers slowly moving towards your dripping hole,until he shoves them in, bumping them in and out of you while his mouth overstimulates you.

You moan uncontrollably, biting your lip, and he can tell that you’re close. His mouth gets sloppier and messier, until he stops his actions completely,taking his fingers out of you, leaving you whining and pleading for more. His grip on your thigh releases, and he leans over you, giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead,moving a strand of hair away from your face.

He then proceeds to take off his jeans and boxers completely,making you squeeze your thighs together from anticipation. He hovers over you, kissing you passionately, his hand placed next your head to support himself, and the other takes his length in his hand, giving it a few strokes before sliding it over your swollen pussy,teasing you. You flinch at his actions, gripping his toned arms. “So needy for my cock.” he murmurs, a small whine leaving your mouth.

He slides himself into you and groans, making you gasp, as he slowly moves deeper adjusting to your hole.Your grip on his shoulders so tight that left marks from your nails on his skin. His pace starting to quicken, shoving himself in and out of you, pleasure overfills your whole body and you moan his name.

Your arms around his back, you leave scratches that will definitely be there for days. He leans to kiss your neck, biting softly on the marks he left before, and puts your legs on his shoulders, deepening his thrusts. He leans back to look at you,grabbing and squeezing one your breasts while the other hand is caressing your thigh.

“Such a good girl, taking me so well”. Hearing him praise you like that makes your pussy clench around him. “Please…”, you whine, your breath quickening. ” ‘m gonna cum”, you tighten your grip on his arms and look down,tears falling on your cheeks from the intense pleasure, the sight of him fucking your hole making you come closer to the edge. “Cum for me baby, ‘m close too.” His soft voice making your whole body shake and a loud moan leaves your mouth as you cum on his dick.

His thrusts get slower and sloppier, overstimulating your throbbing core, until he finally pulls out and finishes on your belly. Giving himself a few more pumps until every drop is on you while you catch your breath, he wipes some of the sticky liquid with his fingers, and brings them to your mouth. “Open”, he commands. Your cheeks flushed, you do as he says, and he shoves his fingers into your mouth. You suck on them,licking them clean, tasting him.

They leave your mouth with a pop, and he gives you a kiss on the cheek,wiping your tears away with his thumb. "Come on, let's get clean, hm?" His voice is soft.You nod and flash him a smile. Gently, he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. Warm water cascades over both of you as he carefully washes your body and hair, his gaze filled with admiration. Once he's done, he slips into his boxers and jeans, then sits on the bed, waiting for you to finish getting ready for the night.

"Hollis?" you murmur, sitting beside him on the bed. "Yeah?" he replies softly. "Will you leave me now?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly. A worried look crosses your face as you nervously tug at the hem of your shirt."Not a chance, baby," he says with a smile, gently taking your hand in his. Your face brightens, and without a word, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

You slide under the covers, curling up together. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’ve wanted you for ages.” he admits softly. “Me too.” you reply, your voice quiet but earnest. “I hated when random girls were all over you,i wanted you to myself.”He chuckles, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “You don’t have to worry about that now.”, and with a tender kiss, the two of you drift off to sleep.

A/N: This it yall, i know it’s not the best but it’s my first time writing something and i really tried to make it atleast decent :P Let me know if you liked it guys! I’d love to hear your feedback, i wanna know what you’d change/do better.