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MASTERLIST! (constantly updated)

Last updated 09/18/23

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Dean Winchester

Sweet fantasy | (Smut, fluff)

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy | (Smut, fluff) coming soon...

Marc Spector

Sunshine | (Smut-enemies to lovers)

Safe | (Angst, fluff)

Steven Grant

Worth The Wait | (Smut-friends to lovers) newest!

Solace | (Smut, fluff) coming soon...

Peter Parker (TASM)

Flipping the Script | (Smut, fluff)

All Night Parking | (Smut, bit of angst)

HEADCANONS

Soft Yandere! Elijah Mikaelson

MORE TO BE ADDED! Feel free to reblog and like.

Also: Thx to @bugluvr33 for reminding me to make this masterlist cause I definitely wouldn't have.

𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 | 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧

Pairing: Marc Spector X Fem! reader

Summary: You and Marc had been working together on a mission for the gods you were both in service to. And when Konshu and Isis have a disagreement, naturally their avatars would too. Only, this time, your argument leads to something much more...eventful.

Warnings [18+ activities]: Mentions of the Egyptian Gods, arguing, swearing, brief physical fight (shoving each other and him pinning you to the wall), SMUT, P in V sex, Porn with a drizzle of plot, pet names (sunshine, baby, sweetheart), dom! reader (mostly), switch!Marc, degradation with some praise kink if you squint, choking, unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you fuck her silly), oral sex (m and f receiving), handjob, edging (m receiving), face riding, fingering, rough sex, etc cause I got carried away lmao.

Word count: 4.5k+ (I'm not sorry cause this is some of my best work fr)

(not my gif but I wish he was mines)

"Shut the hell up!"

"Oh fuck you, Spector!"

Isis and Konshu stood behind you and Marc, both sharing looks of annoyance at your bickering.

You and Marc had been working together under the advisory of your Gods for the past two months. And about half of that time was spent on you and Marc arguing.

Of course, Konshu and Isis disagreed with each other occasionally, but once you two caught wind of it, it was merely a spark added to the powder keg that was your and Marc's partnership. You used the smallest point of disagreement to fuel explosive arguments that often drifted away from the initial point.

Now, the initial point of disagreement was whether or not the two of you should venture to Arthur Harrow's London village and steal the scarab that led to Ammit's tomb.

Of course, Marc and Konshu wanted to. But you and Isis thought it to be an irrational idea that could lead to your deaths, seeing as Marc couldn't keep a hold on his alter.

"If Steven comes back to the surface at the wrong point, he could get us killed, Marc!" you argued, already having met Steven on a separate accidental occasion.

"That won't happen. I have him under control, worry about your own problems," the dark-haired mercenary spat from across the room, venom lacing his every word.

"My own problems?"

You angrily walked over to where he was packing his stuff for his departure.

"Yeah, your own fucking problems."

Marc began moving to meet you in the middle of the room, throwing his open duffel bag to the floor in frustration.

"Well, right now, my fucking problem is the fact that you're so damn eager to get this over with that you're not using your head, Marc!" you shouted, your voice bouncing off the walls of your spacious apartment, "I'm not letting you get us killed, I don't give a shit how experienced Konshu says you are."

Marc scoffed, a stupid smirk airing its way onto his clean-shaven face. "And how the hell would that happen, huh, Y/L/N? How would my plan get us killed?"

You resisted the urge to smack the smirk off his perfect face- no, not perfect. Admitting that Marc Spector had a perfect face was admitting to yourself that in your spare time you had been observing him and had been quite fond of what you've seen.

And you wouldn't give the lonely-and possibly horny- part of your brain that satisfaction.

"Because we have no fucking clue what we're walking into!" you bellowed, "Right now, Harrow has no idea that we know what he's up to. So if we just strut into his village and try and steal the scarab, which will most likely lead to us having to fight his guards and showing our faces, we'll be giving ourselves away AND on his home turf too."

Tense silence passed between the both of you as Marc took in and analyzed your words.

You placed your arms on your hips, waiting for a response from the angry mercenary.

You were surprised, however, when you caught his brown eyes briefly drift down to your lips. The glance was no longer than a second, but with your job, you couldn't miss something that minuscule even if you tried.

"You're wrong," he lowly countered after a few more seconds.

You sharply exhaled, now feeling your ears burn a bright red from anger. "What?" you seethed, daring to take a step closer to Marc.

Konshu and Isis sent each other knowing glances before disappearing together, leaving you two alone in the barely furnished apartment.

"You heard me, sunshine," Marc taunted you, knowing that you hated when he used that nickname, "We're going with my plan."

"Don't call me that."

Marc walked forward and came to a stop before you, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Or else what?" he whispered as his surprisingly pleasant scent invaded your senses.

Before you could slip and give in to the part of you that wanted to lean forward and kiss his plump red lips, you extended one of your arms and shoved him away from you. "Kiss my ass, Spector."

You immediately regret your choice of words.

"I bet you'd like that," he raised a brow at you.

You would. You most certainly would. Not that you'd ever admit it out loud.

"I wonder what your ex-wife would think about you saying stuff like this to women you work with."

The smirk immediately disappeared from his face. It was replaced with a look that could freeze hell twenty times over. And you couldn't help but smirk at the sight of it.

"You bitch," Marc seethed.

"What? You didn't think I'd find out, did you? Turns out being related to a former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent has its perks," you grinned triumphantly, "You couldn't even keep your marriage stable, I don't know why I ever expected anything different for this mission."

At this, you could almost see steam fly out of Marc's ears. His eyes were nearly red when he lunged forward and wrapped both his hands around your neck. Before you could respond, the curly-haired merc slammed you against your own living room wall continuing to squeeze the air out of your lungs.

Marc panted as his face hovered above your own, merely inches between your lips, allowing his cool breath to fan over your face.

"Shut. Up," he lowly growled through gritted teeth. His tone could've convinced anyone that he was angry and boiling with rage, but in his eyes, you could see something else:

Lust.

Your constant insults and threats were driving him crazy in a way he never thought he could enjoy until now.

You smirked maniacally up at him, the lack of airflow shooting straight between your legs. "You keep choking me like this, I might end up making a mess on my own floors, Spector," you whispered.

"Go ahead, do it, you fucking slut," he spat.

You may have been desperately horny, but in no universe would you let anyone talk to you like that and get away with it.

Not for free anyways...

So you skillfully grabbed each of his hands and ripped them off your throat before extending your own hands and wrapping them around Marc's neck. His eyes widened in surprise as you switched your positions, making sure to slam him harshly against the wall.

"If we're gonna do this," you began, panting from your own arousal, "you don't get to be in charge, Spector," you leaned close enough for your lips to graze his earlobe, "I do."

You grabbed his ear in between your lips and gently nipped it, gaining a groan from the man. You'd never imagine him to be this submissive, especially not this fast, but it seems there's a lot you didn't know about Marc Spector.

"Look at you," you harshly whispered, your lips trailing down his sharp jawline, "groaning like a bitch in heat and I barely touched you."

Marc sharply inhaled while you sucked marks onto his stubbled jaw. He could barely concentrate long enough to snap back at your remark.

You used your free hand to slide up beneath the incredibly tight t-shirt he had been wearing and couldn't help but smile at the shiver that your touch sent through his body.

"You like when I touch you like this?" you cooed with pouty lips, intentionally taunting him, "You like the way my hands feel right...here?" your hand traveled further south with your words. A strangled groan sounded from his throat when you briefly palmed his growing erection through his tight jeans.

You could see him fighting his instincts to overpower you and take back control as you pressed chaste kisses on the corner of his mouth.

Soon enough, he gained back focus and brought a hand forward to grip your waist through the tank top you had been wearing. He used his hold on you to pull you flush against him in an attempt to relieve the tension in his jeans.

The sheer strength in his grip made your mouth briefly snap open and a low moan escaped your lips.

Now it was Marc's turn to smirk at you.

But you wouldn't give up the reigns that easily.

You quickly freed yourself from his hold and took a few steps back.

Marc's chest heaved as he watched you with furrowed brows, buzzing with curiosity and possibly excitement about your next moves.

A small grin soon found its way onto your face. Taking care to make a show of your movements, you slowly lifted your arms to remove your top.

Marc's dilated brown eyes followed your every move.

Once your shirt and bra were removed, you were left topless gaining a ravenous stare from Marc.

Not giving him a chance to pounce, you turned around and walked towards the soft couch on the other side of the room.

Marc followed behind you eagerly, all the while appreciating the view of you from behind, (something he had caught himself doing many times before.)

"Take off your clothes and sit down, Spector," you commanded him with a sure yet airy tone. Marc was shocked to find himself quickly obeying your orders, but with eyes like yours and a voice like that, you'd be able to get him to lift up a planet with ease.

It took Marc mere seconds to do what you asked. You followed suit by removing the rest of your clothes except your underwear.

The brunette man sat in the center of your couch with his arms splayed across the back, looking up at you with a cool expression on his face. But his eyes betrayed his true eagerness.

You took a few steps forward to meet him and carefully positioned yourself to straddle his naked legs.

The moment your skin met his, Marc sharply inhaled and brought his hands to grab your ass cheeks.

"Somebody's eager," you taunted as you began to torturously grind your clothed front against his firm member.

"I can feel your wetness through your panties, sweetheart. You want this as much as I do."

He had a point there.

You then brought your hands up his toned abdomen and at rest on each side of his neck before leaning in to press your breasts against his chest.

"Well, then," you softly spoke, "let's get on with it."

An unseen force pulled your lips crashing down against Marc's soon after. Your teeth and tongue clashed deliciously, neither of you being able to get enough.

You felt him rub his large palms against the smooth skin of your bare waist, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You rocked your covered pussy particularly hard against Marc's pulsing erection. This gained you a low moan from him, which you took as an opportunity to shove your tongue in between his wet lips, deepening the already heated kiss.

Your hands tangled within Marc's hair, your mouths continuing to move in a perfect dance, before you felt a sharp sting against your ass.

This gained Marc an impressed yelp from your lips. "Stop teasing," he scowled.

You couldn't help but laugh at the desperation in his tone. "I'll do whatever the fuck I want, Marc Spector," you smiled, your fingers lightly swiping over his swollen lips.

It was almost as if you were in a dream sequence when you looked down at the adonis of a man beneath you. His chocolate eyes were fully locked onto yours while he gripped your hips with the force of a thousand suns. You were positive it would leave bruises the next day but you couldn't care less. His defined chest and arms glistened with a light sheen of sweat, and you suddenly felt the urge to lick them.

"Like what you see, sunshine?" he smiled up at you, trying to hide the fact that he had been taking in your features and was in awe of them as well.

"Hmm mhm," you confessed, "Let me show you just how much," you said, starting to slide off Marc's lap and onto your knees before him.

"Hey," he called out in an attempt to stop you, "You don't have to do this if you don't want to." You were surprised to hear that his tone was genuine.

But it just made you want to suck his cock even more.

"I really want to," you nodded with a teasing grin.

"Besides, I would never pass up the opportunity to hear you groaning and twitching like a little bitch, Spector," you taunted him as you softly gripped the base of his large dick. You were almost scared by his girth and length, never having been with a man with anything close to it before, but you did not allow your face to betray your shock.

"Is that a challenge?" Marc referenced your teasing.

"Sure, why not," you shrugged.

Marc made himself comfortable and rested his hands behind his head with a pleasant smile. He could tell from your expression that you were intimidated by his size and that made his grin grow wider.

You made sure to hold eye contact with him as you slowly licked up the small pool of precum that had gathered around his tip. You held back a moan at how good he tasted

His resolve nearly broke the moment your tongue touched him.

You wasted no time and wrapped your eager lips around nearly half of Marc's length, catching him by surprise.

"Fuck!" he sharply groaned at the sudden motion.

You quickly removed your mouth from around him. "Would you like me to stop?" you asked, damn well knowing the answer.

"Absolutely the fuck not," Marc panted. He then brought one of his hands to rest in your hair and guided your lips back to his throbbing cock.

But you immediately slapped away his hand. "Keep your hands to yourself or I will put my clothes back on and go to bed," you lied, wanting to establish even more control over him.

"You wouldn't fucking dare," Marc quickly sat up.

"You're right, I wouldn't," you didn't spare another second before attaching your lips back onto Marc's cock.

This time you were determined to unravel him even more, so you began to bob your head up and down on his length. Drool soon ran down the side of your lips as you were barely able to fit Marc's cock into your mouth, and you were nowhere near the base.

But he was still losing it.

From the side of your eye, you could see Marc gripping your couch harshly, taking deep and controlled breaths.

You decided to make things even harder.

Releasing his cock from the onslaught of your mouth, you slid back up onto the couch and resorted to using your hand to cover more ground.

As your hand gripped Marc's cock and began to stroke, you kissed along the side of his neck, causing him to swallow harshly in an attempt to hold himself back.

"Come on Marc, let go," you whispered as you quickened your hand's jerking pace, "I know you want to," you added before licking a stripe below his ear.

You were driving Marc insane. And he could barely form words to let you know it, but you could see it.

Your hand began to work Marc's cock even faster while you continued to litter his neck with kisses and bruises, causing his breathing to pick up. He began thrusting his hips upwards to meet your downward jerking, desperate for more friction and release.

"Cum for me, Marc," you urged him before turning his head towards you for a deep kiss on his lips.

"You're too fucking good at this, Y/N," he softly groaned, taking care to hold your stare.

"I'm good at a lot of other things too," you grinned.

The sounds of your hand jerking off Marc's cock echoed in your apartment as tides of pleasure coursed through him.

"Fuck I'm gonna-"

But Marc couldn't finish his sentence because at that moment you swiftly removed your hand from around his dick.

"What the hell?" he complained.

"Oh, I'm sorry were you really gonna cum before me?" you tilted your head.

Marc's eyes narrowed in your direction, his sharp jaw clenching in annoyance at your denial of his orgasm.

"This is my house, Marc, I come first," you held back a giggle at your double entendre.

You were elated to see Marc grow even more eager at your words.

Before you knew it, you felt your body be dragged from the arm of the couch and into the middle, and your legs pushed open soon after. The tear of cloth sounded through the room when Marc swiftly removed your panties and threw them to the side.

A moan slipped from your lips as you watched Marc wet his lips and then his fingers. This man was sex on legs.

"Oh fuck," you groaned when he leaned down and licked a stripe up your dripping pussy.

Your moans grew sloppier as he began to eat you like a man starved while massaging your clit with his fingers.

"Yes, oh God, yes don't stop Marc," you panted, your hands soon finding their way into Marc's messy curls.

He slowly inserted two fingers into your hole. "You're so fucking tight, sunshine," Marc commented as he skillfully used his fingers to pleasure you.

"Keep going," you replied before bringing his head back into your pussy.

But Marc surprised you once again when he removed his hands and mouth from you completely and picked you up, as if you were nothing more than a feather, and carried you to where your large bed lay in the corner of the room.

You giggled once he dropped you onto the soft mattress, watching him slide above you. He wore a gorgeous smile on his face as he held you in place and pushed a strand of hair away from your face.

His stare was so meaningful and intimidating that you found yourself blushing.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he softly spoke.

"So are you," you found yourself replying with a smile, and meaning it.

Marc leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. But this time, the kiss was softer and more gentle.

You found yourself enjoying the intimate act more than you expected and leaned into the kiss. A foreign feeling bubbled in your stomach as you continued to kiss Marc.

But you soon felt him pulling away.

Not long after, however, you felt something smooth and wet against your breasts.

You opened your eyes to see him sucking one of your perked nipples into his mouth while his free hand played with the other. Your body tinged with pleasure as Marc switched between your tits, even lightly nipping at your nipples a few times.

All the while his eyes never left yours.

You reached down and ran your hand through his hair, which was now moistened with sweat. "I want to sit on that pretty face of yours," you suddenly suggested.

"You read my mind baby."

You both quickly moved into the proper positions, with your body hovering above his hungry mouth. He roughly gripped your thighs and looked up at you through his thick lashes.

"Tap on my legs if I'm suffocating you," you softly told him, "I'd rather you not die before I get to fuck you."

Marc, however, was not the least bit concerned and harshly pulled you down onto his lips.

"Shit!" you loudly squealed as his tongue immediately went back to work on your clit.

You soon gripped his head and began rocking back on forth on his mouth.

The mercenary moaned his approval at your movements which shot straight through your pussy and made you gasp.

"I'm gonna cum already, fuck," your chest heaved.

Marc's hand moved up to squeeze your ass as you picked up speed, riding his face even harder.

You grew worried about him running out of air beneath you and slowly tried to lift yourself up, but Marc's grip on your butt kept you in place.

He wouldn't mind dying like this, he thought to himself.

Your moans grew high pitched and Marc's tongue moved at a more rapid pace initiating your orgasm.

The repeated brush of his perfectly pointy nose against your clit was all it took for that dam to break.

"Holy fuck-" you slammed a hand over your mouth to hold back a scream as you came all over Marc's mouth.

He had no issue swallowing every bit of your slick that he could, holding you upright while your legs quivered on the sides of his head.

A few seconds passed and you realized that Marc was fully prepared to continue devouring your cunt despite the severe orgasm that rocked you.

"Ease up, soldier," you giggled down at him, forcing your legs free of his hands.

"You taste fantastic, sunshine," he finally relented. You moved over to lay by his side, trying not to get lost in the way he looked at you.

"You eat pussy like a demon," you both laughed, your hand caressing the side of his face.

Marc wrapped a hand around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss.

He swallowed the moan that left you as your own taste flooded your senses.

His kisses were intoxicating.

Marc slowly shifted to hover over your body, not yet breaking the sloppy kiss.

But you caught his shoulder and shoved him onto his back before positioning yourself on his lap. "Uh, uh," you smirked, leaning down to press a wet kiss to his neck.

Marc used one hand to smack your ass while the other lined his painfully hard cock with your entrance. "You gonna let me fuck you, or what?" he grinned up at you, his gruff tone and rough accent making you wetter.

You shut him up promptly by reaching around and gripping his dick, gaining a deep groan from him. You then slowly guided him into your soaking cunt, loudly moaning from the stretch.

It was initially painful but with Marc pressing kisses to your neck and whispering praises in your ears, the pain disappeared quickly.

"There you go baby," he slowly guided your hips up and down his length.

Your shared moans echoed all throughout your room as you began riding Marc's cock even faster.

By now, he was fully inside you and with every thrust, he hit your g-spot perfectly.

"You feel so good around me sunshine," Marc wrapped his arms around your back, cradling you closer to his chest.

His words caused you to briefly clench around him which only drove him to fuck up into you harder.

But then you used all your strength to push him flat onto his back before diving down to wrap your hands around his neck.

Marc was grinning like a maniac as you choked him while bouncing on his cock.

He never thought he'd enjoy being controlled but seeing you take what you want, and use him just the way you want, made his head spin.

Freeing himself from your grip on his neck, Marc secured his hold on you and switched your positions.

Your eyes widened as Marc was now on top of you, smirking while his hands found their way around your neck. "My turn," he whispered before ramming his fat cock into your sopping hole.

"Marc! Fuck!" you loudly moaned, pleasure attacking you in waves as Marc set a brutal pace inside you. That coupled with the lack of air from his grip around your neck had your orgasm slamming into you.

"Cum on my cock baby, I got you," he talked you through it.

Marc then used one hand and reached down to skillfully rub your clit, hoping to push you farther over the edge.

You felt tears of pleasure spring from your eyes as Marc's relentless pounding and his fingers prolonged your orgasm into another one.

He eased the pressure on your neck and slowed his thrusts before leaning down to kiss where your tears met your cheek.

"You're doing so good for me sunshine, keep going," he grinned, using a hand to wipe away the layer of sweat that formed on your forehead.

You took a deep breath and grinned up at him. "That was fucking intense," you panted, your legs still twitching as Marc began slowly rocking into you again.

"Well don't slow down on my account," you urged him.

A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest at your demand. But things took a turn when he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach.

Marc held both your hands behind your back with a vice grip as he fucked his length back into your sex.

"Fuck yes, harder Marc," you shouted.

Marc pulled your upper body to his chest with both arms and pounded into you with fury.

"This is what you wanted right?" he sneered into your ears, maintaining his thrusts.

"Yes, yes, God, yes-" you babbled.

His pace eventually grew sloppy, telling you he was reaching his own orgasm soon.

You turned your head to see his brows furrowed in concentration as he tried to hold back. "It's okay Marc," you kissed beneath his earlobe, "I need you to cum inside me, lemme feel you."

Marc's breathing began to pick up at your plea. "Shit," he panted and thrust into you one more time. The force with which he fucked into you was enough to garner another orgasm from you instantaneously.

A pathetic whine left your lips as you felt his cock twitch before painting your walls with his warm cum.

He pressed a chaste kiss to your shoulder as you both came down from your highs. Marc slowly withdrew from your heat with a satisfied groan. He then guided you to carefully lie down.

Spent from the day's activity, you complied and tried to rid your mind of its haze.

You managed to catch the sight of Marc walking into your bathroom and couldn't fight the smile that appeared when he returned with a damp rag.

"You didn't have to do that for me," you said as he gently spread your sore legs and used the rag to clean the remnants of him.

"Why do you refuse to let people take care of you?" he smiled with furrowed brows, continuing to clean between your legs.

"No, you buffoon," you rolled your eyes, "I was going to go pee anyways, so you're literally wasting your time."

"Oh."

You laughed at his dumbfounded expression. "Thanks though," you quickly kissed his forehead before making your way to the bathroom.

And then it was his turn to laugh when you stumbled into the closest wall in an attempt to walk normally.

His laughs continued despite your protests but he stood and approached your crumpled figure.

"Need a hand, sunshine?" he teased you.

You glared up at him through your lashes and reluctantly accepted his help.

"Didn't I tell you to stop calling me that?" you raised a brow as he guided you to your bathroom.

"You didn't seem to mind it when I was fucking your brains out, sunshine."

A/N: I started this in June and finally finished it even tho it's fucking December LMAO

Remember to comment, like, and reblog! And feel free to send in more requests! ( to my dom!Peter Parker request, I'm making it happen I promise)

FIRST POST!!

Hey everyone. I’ve been on here for a few weeks or so and decided that I wanna try and take a few requests. I’ve been writing on Wattpad for a few years, but recently decided to come on here and check shit out lmao. I can write for any and all MARVEL AND STRANGER THINGS characters. I’m technically apart of a shit ton of other fandoms which I have a list of below, so feel free to request imagines or oneshots for characters from these shows/movies as well.

-The office, TVD, Criminal minds, Euphoria, Harry Potter, The umbrella academy, New Girl, Glee, Shameless, F.R.I.E.N.D.S, On my block, HIMYM, JATP, Lucifer, The arrowverse, and like I said before, Marvel and Stranger Things, etc cause I can’t remember them all lmao

In terms of what exactly i’m open to writing? I can write smut, angst, and fluff. The last two i’ll do better at writing with a thorough description of what you want in your requests.

Kinks/scenarios i’ll write smut for? Literally everything EXCEPT;

-inc3st

-rape

-sexual activities with m1n0rs (like i’ll write fluff and angst between characters that are BOTH under 18 but definitely not smut)

-Domestic Vi0lence/ SexuaI abus3 & noncon (I’ll definitely write some spanking and MILD dubcon if asked tho)

-Scat & Piss

-Race play (this one is a no way in hell btw)

Anyways, that’s it for now! Like I said, feel free to make requests or even just send me a regular question or comment to get to know me! 

𝄞 wave to earth ⌗⌗⌗ 🌊2🌐

***introducing!... Skz as wave to earth songs , oneshots (obvi none of this is real I just felt silly)

Bang Chan - sunny days

Originally written as a love song, but then singer Daniel Kim said it felt more like a appreciation of his family and friends and bandmates, and I think that fits Chris so perfectly.

Like... hes so caring and passionate and sunny days is just him. From his sweet words to his smile, his laugh and his love. Gentle touches and soft words, he's definitely the kind of guy who writes song after song about his loved ones...

He's definitely a words of affirmation king!? Like " you are my golden age " and " we melt this love and recreate it, as we imagine it " it's literally him wdym he didn't write this???

He's a commitment guy in my eyes, like #4lyfers, once he's in love he's IN Love. Locked in.

This song just gives me two lovers cuddled up on a couch, on some front decking in a sunrise just.. Being. And I see him as that kind of guy yk? He's in love and content. That's it. Nothing more nothing less, this song is just about love, for anyone in your life really. And he's such a loving guy.

Lee Know - slow dive

A song where things are healing yet feel hopeless, a hard exterior of doubt and worry for perfection and past mistake, and a soft warm inside for healing and longing for hope. And that reminds me of Minho, he strives for perfection in everything he does but still knows it isn't always possible (Though he's pretty close to perfection!).

He's the kind of lover who wants to give more and more he wants to be more than enough.

He just wants to love and be loved, to crack down his protective shell and show off his flaws and fun carefree side. But that's a hard thing to do. But once it finally happens " Feels like I can stay forever" is fitting for it.

He's a act of service guy, just so helpful and caring, hell he treats his cats like his actual children! Imagine how he'd be with a actual human partner. He's a guy who doesn't need pda, soft hand brushes and and gentle kisses on the head or cheek are more than enough. He prefers to be private with affectionate. At home, in peaceful bliss with his cats and partner.

Free from constant pressures and worries. Just him. That's the love he wants and deserves (I literally wanna kiss him a big smooch so bad).

Changbin - surf.

This upbeat song about carefree love and just living is sooooo him! To the instrumental to the lyrics " We don't have much time to enjoy, Just sing it, my babe " just so carefree and happy. And he is just such a joyful guy.

His love is love without worry, without shame. Raw and unfiltered. Unique and perfect. He's a guy who loves quality time and physical touch.

He's just a big ball of infectious love and smiles, literally dream boyfriend quality. He's just so aaaa! He loves to love, just spreading joy is a thing he wants to do. And with a partner? You'd never be alone. Never feel unwanted.

Not with him. Not with the hundreds of kisses and hugs, the soft touches and beautifully poetic words mixed with humor and joking.

If Felix wasn't the sun he would be to me! He's my baby and he's just a guy who's unafraid to show the ones he loves how much he does, in public or not. Whether at home or in the street in broad daylight. Who cares! You only live once and he's going to live it to the fullest he can.

Hyunjin - purple lake

The artist flow and melody of this, the way when I hear this it's like the music is almost being painted to me... Who else could I have chosen? He's a master with words, he speaks his words in ways that swoon. He's a guy who loves passionately.

Passion is what I think for him, strong passion or gentle, either way he's full of it! He's a words of affirmation guy along with receiving gifts. Flowers and handmade things he's crafted.

This song is just to dreamy, I mean the chorus is literally " I swim in your dreams " and HE is so dreamy, his face, his voice, his talents.. And he matches the lyrics a lot.

Honestly I need a cover of him singing this because it's so beautiful (like him) and he is just such a perfect lover, like someone from a movie almost, I mean he's a guy who just wants to be a hopeless romantic really, and throw a partner in the mix and he's got a person to paint and show his talents to.

he's such a talented guy.He just needs to know that he is. He needs to know he's loved just as much as he loves his partner.

Han - gold

" I don't need that gold life " is literally him. humble diva. It's the little things that truly matter. Kisses on the hand or a good job between hard days and bad nights. Just reassurance and comfort in not needing the most but feeling like what you have already is the most.

Fulfillment and contentment, well not fulfilled fully because he still has so much more he wants to do, to experience. But definitely content. Proud and accomplished in both his career and romance.

He loves you and you love him. He doesn't need a big parade to say that he does. He just shows it, he's definitely an act of service and physical touch kind of person, doing things like making food, thinking about the little things again, remembering dates and celebrating small achievements.

A person cheerleader really. And god he's so good at it. Rest assured any partners will feel love 1000x over and over again.

So to sum it up for Jisung, he doesn't need everything. Because he already has it. Sometimes simple beautiful, careful love is all someone could want. I mean I do </33

Felix - daisy.

Okay so basically Daniel Kim and Soon-jong (John) Cha sat and were like " okay... Felix Lee... Yup let's write a song about him! " and now we have this beautiful beautiful masterpiece :D

So perfect. A song about falling in love and your world almost changing, glowing and becoming wonderful. And I think that's what Felix does to so many people, especially a partner, he radiates light, through his smile and beautiful eyes.

He's a guy who really just has all the love languages in him already. Though I like words of affirmation for him mainly. He's such an amazing person, to fans and to his fellow members, fellow idols, just a gentleman and a good person. And this song is almost a both reuniting with a loved one, love blooming again, " Daisy, every time I see you, My day is getting coloured " like... Literally him.

Again another #4lyfer kind of guy, he wants to settle down and just adopt animals, sit and watch movies, bake so much that there's no place to store any of it. I mean he and his partner do it anyways, he just needs the ring for next time.

Definitely a man who wants to live life to the fullest but isn't afraid of settling down, sure the occasional butterflies but he's in love. It's so normal for those feelings when you feel so deeply.

Seungmin - peach eyes

#personalfav? I love Minnie and this song, and it is literally him. He's literally puppy eyed, so.. Peach eyes are practically the same! And the lyricism?

When things get bad or lovely, he has love " You'll be my sunlight, how could I not rely on you, peach eyes? " friend love, romance love, family love. Love. This song is a romance song but you can love and rely on anyone. He's definitely a acts of service kind of dog guy.

Love and fluffy tummy feelings are a new thing for him, I don't feel like he's had too many partners, he loves deeply, so casual dating isn't his forté. At first he thought it was crazy nausea when he first fell in love. Maybe he was just allergic to gorgeous people with prettier eyes...

But alas he isn't (he'd be allergic to himself...) He likes pda, not too much, holding hands and kissing in the nose, head, chin, cheek. It's common in interactions now.

He's just new to this, a fresh apple who trusts you not to let him mould and spoil, and you never will, with how open he is with your communication he understands completely how you feel and you get him. He just loves this new love.

I.N. - light

" You are my sea, you are my sunshine. The star, the moon " is so him especially " I've seen a wonderful sight, with a bright glow " because HE is that bright BRIGHT glow. Literally my baby angel in my eyes. And this song is him in a melody and some words, the lyrics talk about them almost like stars or part of the solar system then repeat about flying away together. To me it's like running away for love. To be in love.

And believe me he's not running away, more like he just forgets to tell anyone then starts kissing and holding hands in front of others, he doesn't mean to he swears!

A quality time guy, he just loves being together, being alone together feels like you're escaping together. Leaving and running away to where you can be proud and in love. Ehen really he's like that... Well everywhere!

He likes going on food dates, I mean I swear he literally unhinges his jaw when he eats... (I shoulda given him peach eyes for his love of them but NO they was for my baby Minnie) he loves going out, dates, piers, walks, shopping, even just into the garden for no reason. My guy loves being around people and loved ones. That's it. That's all he needs.

Aaaaaa!!! It keeps accidentally posting my shit before I'm done </333 what's your favorite w2e song? I love "Annie." And "Love." But these are fire too!! Enjoy ><

Born in Flames |

Tate Langdon x Reader

Word Count: 1,012

synopsis: Can the devil himself find comfort in simple things? Or does he crave something more cynical..

We are born alone and we die alone, but what happens after?

The raindrops were flowing down the car window as houses passed me by in a frenzy of color. My parent’s car pulls at a stop next to the shiny black gates of the famous “Murder House.” The new residence of the Harmon family, the perfect home to start over.

“Alright girls, why don’t you head inside and pick out your bedrooms.” Says Vivian as she starts to gather her belongings.

The wooden floors creaked as Violet and I stepped through the threshold of the mansion. Walking up the grand staircase was like descending into the unknown yet familiar abyss. The smell of vinegar was overpowering to say the least, in an attempt to get away from it I stepped into the first room I could find.

It was a bedroom with cerulean colored walls, two windows next to each other and arcs decorating the ceiling. The room reminded me of my childhood, before my parent’s murder that is.

In 1994 both of my parents got invited to speak at a local high school. I was two years old when I received the news of my parents death. Turns out the day that they were visiting the school, some kid decided to play god. He shot and killed fifteen people that day, two of them being my parents.

Since Vivan knew my parents, she offered to adopt me. After a long plane ride from California to Massachusetts I finally met my step sister, Violet. During our childhood Vi and I got along quite well, but as high school came around we drifted apart.

Now because of Ben I was standing in a house a few blocks away from my family home. Finding out that you are moving to Los Angeles sounds like a dream right? Wrong, it felt more like a waking nightmare, but both Ben and Vivian were sure that this was the place to be.

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“So, is this the room that you picked?” Questions Violet as she enters the azule bedroom.

“Um yeah I guess so.. it has a nice atmosphere.” I answer while giving the room one last look.

After our short exchange both Violet and I head back downstairs to help our parents with the boxes. The movers arrived shortly after to move in our furniture and the heavier items. Overall the day seemed to be going quite well, peaceful even. That is until one of our neighbors decided to pay us an unexpected visit.

Turns out that said neighbour was a middle aged woman who lived in the house next to ours. She spent most of her visit talking to Vivian, but of course after a while she came around to greet the entire family. After a quick “hello” in Ben’s direction and a brisk conversation with Violet, it was my turn to meet the blonde woman.

“Saving the best for last I see… you must be YN. I’m Constance, I live next door.” Said the blonde as she made her way to where I was standing.

“Yes ma’am that’s me, it’s lovely to meet you.” I tried my best to sound as genuine as possible, but it was hard to deny that Constance gave me the creeps. Something about her just didn’t sit right with me.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes… and so well mannered.” Said Constance as she studied me for a few more moments before moving on. By the time she said her goodbyes to Ben and Vivian, I was already heading up the grand staircase.

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After a few more hours of unpacking, it was time to head off to bed. I grabbed my pajamas along with some hygiene products and headed off to the bathroom.

The cold water felt so refreshing against my flushed face, the LA heat was definitely no joke. As I continued splashing my face with the cooling liquid, I swear I felt a sudden gust of wind hit my bare legs.

Not bothering to wipe my face with the towel, I moved closer to the air conditioning duct. No matter how close my hand was to the vent, I couldn’t feel any of the frigid air from before. After a while I decided to forget about the incident and try to get some sleep.

My first night in the famous “Murder House” went by quickly and rather peacefully. For the first time in months I could truly say that I got a good night's rest. This was the first night in a long time that I didn’t have any nightmares, it felt as if someone scared them away.

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The following morning went by in a blurry haze, and before I knew it the time on the clock read four pm. I decided to head downstairs and make myself some chamomile tea. As I was waiting for the tea kettle I heard a light knock on the front door. When I opened it I was expecting to see Constance or maybe the mailman, however both of those guesses were wrong.

It was a boy around my age, if not a bit older, he had blonde curly hair and wore a 90’s style outfit.

“Hello, I’m Tate. I uh live next door.”

“I’m YN, come on in.” I responded as I moved out of the way so that he could get in the house.

“I like what you’ve done with the place.” Tate commented on the decorations and furniture we put up the day prior.

“Oh um thanks, not to be rude but did you need something?” I questioned as the blonde looked at the picture frames hanging on the walls.

“Yeah actually here to see Ben Harmon.”

“You’re a patient of his?” I asked as my curiosity got the best of me.

Before Tate could answer, Ben came out of his office and introduced himself to the blonde. After a few minutes of small talk, Ben guided Tate towards the office and just like that both of them disappeared behind the closed doors.

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PS. Im going to be taking a break soon but I will be back here in a few weeks. Requests are open so please feel free to send them! <3

may I ask a nsfw male reader x male pignite?

Male reader x male Pignite

After your daily training session in the forest, you and your Pignite partner head back to your secluded cabin in the woods. The sun is setting, casting a golden hue across the sky. The rustling of leaves underfoot is the only sound as you both walk. The air is crisp and cool, a welcome relief after your exhausting training session. Finally, you reach the cabin, and you unlock the door. The inside of the cabin is warm and cozy, with a crackling fire in the fireplace. The scent of pine fills the air, and the sound of the nearby river can be heard through the open windows.

you take off your shoes and socks and sit down on the plush couch in front of the fireplace. You and Pignite sit in silence for a while, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the comfort of each other's company. Pignite leans his head on your shoulder, and you wrap an arm around him, pulling him closer. You both stay like that for a while, just enjoying each other's presence. Finally, you turn to Pignite and say, "You know, I think we should take our training to the next level." Pignite looks up at you, curious. You continue, "I think we should have a different kind of training session tonight, whaddya say?"

Pignite cocks his head, confused, but curious. He nods in agreement, eager to this new kind of training with you. You get up from the couch and walk over to a drawer nearby, where you grab out a small bottle of oil. You walk back over to Pignite, who is now sitting up, his eyes fixed on the bottle of oil. You uncap the bottle and pour a small amount of oil into your hand. You then rub your hands together, warming up the oil. Pignite watches intently, his curiosity growing by the second. You then place your oil-covered hands onto Pignite's shoulders and begins to massage them. Pignite closes his eyes and leans into the touch, letting out a soft hum.

As you pour oil all over Pignite's back, Pignite's breathing grows heavier, and he starts to squirm a little. You can feel his cock starting to harden. You then move down to Pignite's cock, pouring oil onto it as well. Pignite's tapered cock is small, but thick, and you can feel it throbbing in your hand. You then take Pignite's cock into your mouth, tasting the pre-cum that has already leaked out. Pignite lets out a loud grunt, his body tensing up. You then start to suck and lick Pignite's cock, taking it deep into your mouth. Pignite's cock is warm and slippery from the oil and cum.

As you continued to suck off Pignite, you can feel Pignite's cock growing harder and harder in your mouth. You then feels Pignite's small hands grip your hair tightly, and Pignite starts to buck his hips in rhythm with the sucking. You moans in pleasure, feeling Pignite's cock throbbing in your mouth. Pignite's snorts and grunts fill the air, and you can tell that Pignite is getting close to cumming.

You then start to suck even harder, using your tongue to stimulate the sensitive underside of Pignite's cock. Pignite's body begins to shake, and he lets out another loud snort. Finally, he cums hard in your mouth, his body convulsing with pleasure. You swallow every drop of his warm yet slightly salty taste of his cum.

After you both rest for a moment to catch your breath, you were then ready for the real training to begin. You look up at Pignite and ask him if he's ready to to fuck you. Pignite looks a little confused, but eager. You then got down on all fours, presenting your ass to Pignite. You then reache back and spread your cheeks apart, revealing your needy hole.

"Okay, Pignite," you say, "I want you to put some oil on your fingers and rub it around my asshole, okay?" Pignite nods, taking the small bottle of oil and rub it onto his fingers, making them slick and shiny. He then gently presses one finger against your hole, slowly pushing it inside. You let out a moan, feeling his finger stretching you open. Pignite then adds a second finger, and you can feel your body starting to relax as Pignite massages your inside.

"Good job, Pignite," you say with a smile, "now I want you to put some of that oil on your cock, okay?" Pignite nods again eagerly, his cock already hard again. You then reach back and spread your cheeks apart again, revealing your hole once more. Pignite then applies oil to his cock, making it just as slick and shiny like his finges. He positions himself behind you, you then guide him on how to put his cock inside you.

"Now, Pignite, I want you to slowly push your cock inside me, okay? Just go slow and gentle." Pignite nods, and you then feel the tip of his cock press against your asshole. He then slowly starts to push his cock inside, the head of his cock stretching the now slippery ring of muscle. You wince a little in pain, but it didn't last long. Feeling Pignite's cock stretch him out, he then starts to thrust in and out of you, his pace slow and sloppy at first. You encourage him, telling him now to try go deeper and harder. Pignite's balls start to slap against your ass with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure through your body. As Pignite gets the hang of it, he starts to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. You start to moan, feeling Pignite's cock hitting all the right spots inside of you. You reach back and spread your ass cheeks apart even further, giving Pignite even more access to your asshole.

As Pignite thrusts harder and faster, his movements become rougher. He then bends down to wrap his arms around your waist. You can feel his hot breath on the back of your neck, and you moans again. Pignite then starts to pound his cock into your ass even harder, his balls slapping against your skin with each thrust. Pignite then starts to bite and nibble on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You reach back and grabs Pignite's head, pulling him in closer. Pignite then starts to grunt and snort, his body tensing up as he gets closer to cumming.

After a few more thrusts, Pignite cums inside of you, you then start to buck your hips, riding the waves of pleasure as they wash over you. Pignite watches in amazement as you start to cum hard, your body shaking. You watch your cum spill over the couch as you continues to cum hard. You then collapsed onto the couch, your body spent from the intense cumming. Pignite then lays down next to you, panting heavily. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, mixed with the occasional snort from the Pignite.

After you both caught your breath again, you and Pignite cuddle together on the couch. Pignite nuzzles against your face with a smile, happy to have done this new kind of training with you.

"Good job, Pignite," you said tiredly, "you were amazing. You're such a good boy." Pignite lets out a happy snort. You both lay there for a while more before slowly falling asleep in each other's arms.

M!Reader x M!Pangoro

💙: requested by a good friend of mine ^^

The sun is shining bright on the lush green fields, and in the far distance were many bird Pokemon chirping. You were lying on a blanket, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin. Suddenly, you hear a rustling in the bushes, and before you knows it, a massive Pangoro appears before you. The Pokemon is huge, towering over you with broad shoulders, thick arms, and a massive belly that jiggles as he moves.

The Pangoro looks down at you with a lustful gaze, and without saying a word, he turns around and presents his massive, furry ass to you. You were taken aback but you couldn't resist the temptation and inviting view, so you eagerly approach the Pokemon, burying your face in the thick fur of his ass. The smell is musky and masculine, and you feel yourself getting harder with every breath you take.

The Pangoro moans in pleasure as you start to lick and suck on his hole, your tongue exploring every inch of the furry crack. The Pokemon's ass is massive, and you feel like you're being suffocated by the sheer size and weight of it. But you doesn't care - you want more, and you wanted it now.

The Pangoro starts to grind his ass against your face, rubbing his hole against your tongue and nose. The sensation is overwhelming, and you feel like you're drowning in pleasure. You can feel the Pokemon's cock growing hard against your leg, and you know that you're doing something right. So you keep licking and sucking, driving the Pangoro wild.

Finally, the Pangoro can't take it anymore, and he explodes in a powerful orgasm, shooting his hot, sticky cum all over your face. You can feel the warmth of the cum as it covers you, and you moans in pleasure and soon came moments later. The two of you lie there for a while, panting and sweating, until finally, the Pangoro stands up and disappears into the bushes, leaving you alone, exhausted, and his cum all over your face and upper body.

Energetic male Cinderace x shota reader Cinderace fucking the brains out of reader oneshot

Energetic M!Cinderace x shota reader

(NSFW under cut)

It was a hot day in Galar, and you and your partner Cinderace spent most of it indoors, where it was nice and cool. You were laying spread out on your bed, wearing only a pair of shorts. You groaned in frustration as you stared at your room's blowing fan.

"Ugh, it's so hot...! How are you coping, Cinderace?"

You asked, turning to face the Fire type who was sitting against your bed. He smiled as he looked up at you.

"Cinderace!"

He said. You guessed that because he was a Fire type, the heat didn't bother him as much as it did to you.

"Heh, right, you're used to the heat."

You placed your head back on the pillow and continued to lay. It wasn't until you felt the bottom of your bed sink slightly. When you looked up, Cinderace had joined you on the bed. He crawled up besides you and scooped you up into his arms for a hug.

"Ah! Cinderace! It's to hot for cuddling!"

You didn't want to come across as rude, but hugging in such hot weather wasn't a good idea. You tried to wiggle out, but Cinderace giggled and continued hugging and nuzzling his cheek against yours affectionately.

When you tried to wiggle out more, your shorts began to slip off, and they were soon dangling at your ankles. You stopped when you felt the cool breeze blow near your crotch. Cinderace noticed this and reached down to gently tugged on your small penis. You blushed deeply and squeezed your eyes shut.

"H-Hey, quit that, will ya?"

But Cinderace didn't listien. Instead, he continued tugging at it more. He giggled again when he saw it was getting hard. The cute sight was also getting himself all hot and hard, and you could feel it poking against your arse. Before you could ask why, you were then placed on all fours on the bed.

You gasped in surprise and turned your head to see Cinderace now without his pants. You'd never seen him without clothes before, so this was a new sight. Your gaze fell to his hard penis, which twitched slightly. You blushed more as you watched him get closer.

"I-Is this some sort of new game...?"

You asked curiously, to which he responded with a wink and a playful smirk. When you felt him place his paws on your hips and his penis entering your tight arse, you gasped again and nearly lost your balance from the new sudden feeling. You felt it going deeper inside you and you began to moan quietly.

"Augh, Cinderace... It's... i-it's so big!"

You said in between moans as you began to bounce against his dick. He then got on top of you and began thrusting even faster than before. With each thrust, your moans grew louder, clutching the bedsheets tightly as your own dick started bouncing and leaking pre-cum. Cinderace began to pant and moan as well; as he could feel he was getting close to cumming.

"C-Cinderace!"

He said loudly as he tightened his grip on your hips and continued to slam into you, his balls slapping wet and loudly. When he, and soon you, both came, he gave one final thrust and collapsed on top of you, sighing happily. You pressed deeper into the bed, now drenched in both sweat and sticky cum. You smiled up at the now exhausted rabbit and closed your eyes.

"That was fun, buddy..."

One more Knight Chesnaught X Little Prince reader pretty please:

The Prince has fallen to illness, sick in bed with nothing but fairytales to keep him entertained, classics like Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, and his favorite Beauty and the Beast, a love story between a Princess and her Pokemon. The little prince wishes to have a love as strong as theirs someday.

Part 3 of Knight Chesnaught x Little Prince

💙: of course!

(previous Knight Chesnaught x Little Prince works: first and second)

(once again, this is long, so its under the cut)

It was the middle of winter, and the Chester Castle was hit by a heavy snowstorm last night, which covered the entire ground and castle in white snow. To the adults, this meant staying inside and keeping warm, and for the doctors to go out searching for any injured Pokemon that may have been hurt during the storm.

But to you, the young prince, it meant lots of fun in the snow! making snow angels, snowball fights, and ice skating on the now frozen lake. So you jumped out of bed early the next morning, dressed warmly, and dashed downstairs to the front doors. Because no one in the castle was awake at this time, you had the best opportunity to go outside without being told not to by your mother, the dotor, or the guards.

You began your snow fun morning by making various snow angels and trying to shape them into various Pokemon and of course, Chesnaught. Next, you attempted to build the tallest snowman ever by stacking large balls of snow on top of each other, but it collapsed and looked like an Onix instead. But you thought it was cool, so you kept it.

After an hour, the rest of the castle began to awaken and soon be greeted by the cold winter morning, beginning with the maids, guards, and finally the King and Queen. Due to them being Grass types and not being able to cope with colder weather, the Chespin and Chesnaught were usually allowed to sleep in a little longer, so they could wake up at a much warmer time. But Chesnaught wanted to check on you anyway, so when he went up to your room, he found it deserted and an empty bed. This worried him, so he went door to door, but he couldn't find you anywhere. So the only option he had in mind was to go outside, which he hoped you weren't.

after approaching and opening the door, he stepped out into the cold and looked around. After a few minutes of walking around looking for you, he was about to give up and alert the King when…

SPLAT.

He then felt a sudden coldness hit his back. He turned around to see tthat it you laughing, followed by a nasty cough.

"Haha, got you, Chesnaught!"

Then there was another cough. This was not good at all. Chesnaught stepped onto the cold snowy ground and over to you, feeling even more worried. You looked up, confused, wondering why Chesnaught wasn't laughing too.

"What's wrong, Chesnau-- hey!"

You were then scooped up into his strong arms and carried inside. You tried to wiggle your way out after realising what was going on.

"Let me go! i'm fine, see? I want to stay out and play!"

But you got no response, and before you knew it, you were in bed with a thermometer in your mouth and a pile of blankets around you. The castle's doctor said you've caught a nasty cold and won't be feeling well for a few days. So you spent the rest of the day in bed, alone with only your books and stuffed animals.

"This is so boring..."

You sighed as you stared up at the ceiling, already bored out of your mind. You've already read all of your books and knew them by word by word, so reading them again seemed pointless. But there was one book that you could never get enough of for some reason. It was Beauty and the Beast, a love story between a Princess and her Pokemon. You wished to experience something like that, but you were only a child and you didn't have a Beast in love with you. You sighed, closing your eyes and laying back onto your pillow, now holding the book close to you.

Chesnaught wanted to see how you were doing since he knew you got bored easily. So walking up the stairs and towards your room, he gave the door a few soft knocks before opening the door and walking in while trying not to make a sound. As he approached the end of your bed, he looked down at the book that had slipped out of your arms. That book perfectly described his feelings for his Prince. Picking up the old book, he sat himself on the bed gently and began reading through it, admiring the beautifully illustrated drawings on the pages.

When he reached the end, he closed the book and smiled warmly as he looked over at your still sleeping body. He just wanted to hold you in his arms and stay there forever because you looked so… small. And cute. He placed the book aside and stood up and walked towards the door, but not before stopping next to you to look down at you again.

He might never be able to experience what the Princess' Pokemon had, but he could do one thing…

After taking a slow breath in, he leant down to place a kiss on your forehead and nuzzle your cheek once. He wanted to keep kissing your skin more because it was so warm and soft, but he didn't want to wake you up. He pulled away and sighed before proceeding to the door, opening it and quietly closing it behind him.

Awesome okay so then before I forget; Knight Chesnaught, Little Prince Reader

The Prince and a couple of the castle's Chespin, (Chesnaught's students, and the Prince's playmates) escape castle walls to go play in the woods without supervision, and end up getting cornered and attacked by a huge wild Pokemon!

A sequel to Knight Chesnaught x Little Prince

💙: we back at it again with the best wholesome pair uwu

(previous story here)

(long one shot, all under cut)

It was a warm afternoon, and the sun was high in the sky, its warm rays illuminating the many stained glass windows of the grand Chester castle, casting a rainbow of colours inside.

Outside, you and your Chespin friends were competing to see who could kick the ball the farthest. It was now your turn, so you arched your leg and kicked the ball hard, sending it flying straight into the woods.

"Ha, looks like I win!"

You cheered and stuck your tongue out, to which the Chespin frowned and stuck out theirs before giggling. As you went and walked over to pick up the ball, you stopped at the woods' entrance, looking inside.

Were the woods really that scary? Your father warned you about the dangers of the wild Pokemon living in there, but you didn't believe him because you were the Prince, and no Pokemon would attack a member of the royal Chester family.

Feeling the urge to go inside and prove your father wrong, you tossed aside the ball and began entering the area.

"Chespin!"

The Chespin stopped you just as you were about to enter, but they weren't stopping you because it was dangerous.

"Chespin Ches!"

They wanted to accompany you and see what was inside as well. Giving them a smile, you all went into the woods, ready to face whatever was in there.

"My dad told me I shouldn't go in here, but I don't care, I'm a big kid!"

you said to the Chespin as you walked along a dirt path. The inside was quiet, with thick trees reaching high into the sky, it was ideal for Flying and Bug Pokemon to nest.

So far, so good; no Pokemon were attacking you! So you were safe, right?

Nope.

A wild Pangoro was lurking nearby, hiding itself in the darkness. He saw the group entering earlier and waited for the perfect time to strike.

One of the Chespin could feel the presence of the large Pokemon and came to a halt to warn you and the others. You assumed they were just joking and continued on walking until you saw something coming straight towards you.

"PANGORO!"

You yelled and scrambled behind the Chespin, who tried their best to protect you by attacking the Pangoro with Vine Whip, but it was no use. None of the attacks had any effect on it.

"Quick, let's get out of here!"

You then dashed towards the exit, or what you thought was the exit. You then realised you were lost and began to panic.

"Oh no, I'm lost, t-this can't be happening."

You all tried to hide behind some trees, but that didn't help either as Pangoro already got your scent. Dropping to your knees in defeat, you took a deep breath, and yelled at the top of your lungs.

"CHESNAUGHT! PLEASE HELP ME!"

Back at the castle, Chesnaught was looking outside for you and his students, but he couldn't find anyone. Then he heard a loud echo from deep within the woods.

"Ches...? Chesnaught!"

It sounded like your voice and that you were in trouble. He quickly dashed towards the woods, gritting his teeth and praying to Arceus that he wasn't too late to save you.

Meanwhile, you and the Chespin were backed up into a corner, shaking with fear as the Pangoro got closer and closer to you.

"Pangoro..."

It said with an angry look as it prepared to use its Hammer Arm attack. You squeezed your eyes shut, convinced that Chesnaught didn't hear you and that he couldn't come to your save you and the Chespin in time.

Until...

"CHESNAUGHT!"

Whack.

The Pangoro was then slammed hard into some trees by a flash of green and brown, It then fought the mad Pokemon until it became too weak to fight back and fled.

After the fight, you removed your arms from your face and looked up to see that it was Chesnaught. You immediately got up and hugged him tightly, grinning and now teary eyed.

"Chesnaught! I-I'm really sorry, please don't tell Dad..."

Chesnaught froze at the hug, but closed his eyes and smiled, gently picking you up in his strong arms and held you close. Now out of the woods, Chesnaught told his students that he needed to be alone with the Prince and that he would speak with them later. The Chespin nodded, excused the two, and went inside the castle.

He sat down on the grass and looked down at you to see if you were hurt. You wiped your eyes and looked up, assuring him that everything was fine and you weren't hurt and nuzzled yourself deeper into his arms. Chesnaught smiled once more and placed his head on top of yours, relieved that you were safe and sound.

Should he tell you now?

No, not yet...

How about Noivern NSFW with a child trainer? Preferably M/M

A Noivern x Shota trainer

💙: putting this as a short one shot because i'm feeling generous tonight

(NSFW under cut)

Since this foolish trainer entered a Noivern's territory, the bat wanted to teach him a lesson. Taking the young trainer inside into a darker area of his cave, he wasted no time in stripping the trainer naked, which the boy did not want at all. Once he was fully naked, Noivern lifted the boy's head up and shoved his pink dick inside his mouth. The sweet sounds of the boy's gagging made him smirk and moan in pleasure.

When Noivern thought that his dick was wet enough, he shoved him onto his hands and knees, climbed on top, and positioned himself right at his asshole entrance. Without any warning, he was in with a single thrust. It was a tight fit, but it was so warm. When the boy felt himself being stretched by the bat's large dick, he let out a surprised gasp.

Noivern began to thrust roughly in and out of his ass, the wet sounds of his dick thrusting echoing off the cave's walls and his claws also digging into him, leaving red marks on his smooth skin.

the boy's pained moans soon turned into pleasurable ones as he slowly got used to the new sensation and begged the Pokemon to go faster.

Noivern did one last rough thrust and unleashed his warm seed inside him, filling his belly before pulling out and letting go of the boy who collapsed onto the cold ground. He was too exhausted for any sort of aftercare, so he lied next to the now tired boy, wrapped a wing around his small frame, and closed his eyes.

Maybe foolish little kids wern't so bad after all...

One call away || Zack Fair x Any!Reader [NSFW]

MINORS DNI!!

Character: Zack Fair, Final Fantasy series

Summary: Your loving boyfriend, Zack, has been away for a few days now. It's become unbearable for not only him, but also for you. Not being able to touch each other had more of an impact than both of you had anticipated.

Tags: 18+ content, modern AU (kind of)

Warnings: Dirty talk, masturbation, M!sub, phone sex

Words: 975 words

One day turned into two, two turned into three and so on. Every single day you had a spark of hope he would finally come back, but he didn't. Just like every other time.

Zack knew it upset you, but both of you understood that there wasn't anything either of you could do about it. Work was important as well. And as much as Zack would love to be with you, he couldn't. People were counting on him.

You zapped through the channels once more as you let out a heavy sigh. There wasn't anything interesting to watch on TV, and you weren't in the mood to go out either. All you could think about was your boyfriend.

You let the top part of your body rest against the headboard of the bed, being careful not to spill the freshly made breakfast on your lap. You made it the same way he would, hoping it would ease the loneliness you've been feeling the past few days.

Just as you were about to check your phone, it chimed softly. At first you expected it to be one of your best friends, but no, you read the name 'Zack <3' in big, bold letters.

You picked up your phone, and quickly unlocked it, not wanting to waste any more time. You immediately thought of the worst. He never really texted when he was out and about, usually he'd call you without asking if you're available first.

Zack <3: Hey, do u have time right now?

You: Sure, anything wrong?

Zack <3: No.. it's just, I need you really bad right now.

Without another warning, your phone's ringtone went off and once again you saw his name on your screen. You sat down upright, moving the phone away from your face to make sure everything was visible.

Zack <3: Like really bad.

You were greeted by his beautiful, flushed face. You could tell from the background that he was sitting in one of the bathroom stalls at his work. "Hey, are you okay? Your face is all red, babe?" You questioned, noticing how he was panting and everything.

"I need you so fucking bad, baby. I can't stand being without you." He replied as he unbuttoned his shirt while his gaze was completely focused on you. You knew exactly what he meant and quickly put aside the breakfast from your lap. You set your phone down on your nightstand and turned your body towards it, slowly lifting up your way too big t-shirt.

You could feel your whole body get more and more excited as you noticed Zack had pointed his camera at his boxers, showing how the fabric hugged around his large cock.

As soon as you had taken off your shirt, you immediately slid off your shorts and threw them on the floor. Your eyes trailed all over his body when he set down his phone, just like you did. His open shirt revealed his well-built body, but you just couldn't keep your gaze away from his lubed up dick.

"I need you to touch yourself.. please." Zack whimpered as he touched the tip of his cock, slowly letting his thumb rub over it. He threw his head back into the wall, already panting and moaning at every pump he made. "Shit.. I wish you were here to touch me. I'd be so good for you." He muttered, picking up the pace when he noticed how you were lost in all the pleasure. All you could think about was having his throbbing cock inside of you.

Zack's moans soon got more and more frequent, just like yours. "I want you so bad.. please.. please baby. I- I can't." He whimpered, trembling after every few thrusts into his hand. He was a mess. A mess just for you, to destroy whenever you pleased. That's exactly what he wants you to do, he wants to be edged until he can't talk properly.

You felt yourself getting closer, feeling a shiver go down your spine when you hit just the right spot. "You're such a good boy for me, Zack." You whispered as your eyes were glued to your boyfriend.

Oh how you wish you were the one touching him like that.

"I'm so close-" Zack panted, his eyes soon looking up at you, they were filled with tears of how good he felt. Just for you.

"Can you come for me, hm? Together with me?" He quickly nodded in response, his mouth wide open with drool dripping down from it.

He started thrusting faster into his hand, lubing it up even more with the precum that had already come out. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you felt yourself just on the edge to come.

"I'm gonna- ah!" Without being able to finish his sentence, Zack was shaking as he came all over his chest and shirt. It was only a matter of seconds before you came as well. Both of you were completely out of breath, a short silence as you came down from your high.

You chuckled softly as you looked over at your phone, seeing how Zack had completely destroyed himself in the process. "You were a great help, babe, but I think I should hurry back. They'll worry if I'm gone any longer." He laughed. Your heart simply warmed up at the sight of his bright smile. "That's okay. I love you. I hope you'll still be able to walk out of there." You teased, his face flushing a bright red as he picked up his phone. He shrugged it off with another laugh.

"I love you too, by the way." Zack quickly blew an air kiss towards his camera as a goodbye.

That was the last thing you heard before he hung up and you were left still aching for more.

𝐙𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 || NSFW !

Character: Zen / Hyun Ryu, Mystic Messenger

Warnings: smut, make-out sessions, eating you out, passionate fucking

Word count: 1777 words

Summary: Zen's birthday was coming up and you knew he wouldn't be home because of work. So, you decide to celebrate it early and spoil him in ways you never have.

Today was a pretty.. dull day. As usual, Zen was out working again for a big role that he had in a upcoming musical. Every day he was rehearsing for hours on end and leaving early in the morning to go to set, which meant, that you were alone the entire day with nothing to do. Well, besides grocery shopping and taking care of household chores. You didn't want to burden Zen with chores after work, he was absolutely wrecked every time he came back from rehearsing.

With Zen's birthday coming up soon and his busy schedule, things were quite difficult when it came to organizing a celebration party. But you were determined to surprise him anyway.

You had prepared everything the day before when he was already sleeping. You decided to make him a nice dinner first with some romantic lights and a small gift to begin with.

Big plans were up ahead though for the evening. You had bought lingerie, blindfolds, cuffs and many more. It was going to be his night and all the choices would be up to him. Both you and Zen wanted more spice, more intimate moments with each other, but there was never time to do so. If it did happen, it only consisted of a heavy make-out session.

Hours passed in what only felt like minutes, and there you were, sitting in a charming dress at the dinner table with a nice meal for the two of you. All the lights were dimmed and replaced with candles and petals of a rose scattered all over the floor, the table, and the bed as well.

You waited anxiously, tapping your foot on the floor, the clacking of your heels echoing throughout the entire room. Your nerves were making you heat up and sweat.

After more minutes had passed, you started wondering if he'd even get home in time. Otherwise, you would have to eat this entire meal yourself, which would be horribly disappointing.

Then, as you heard the door open and Zen's voice filling the room, you finally got your redeeming answer. Your eyes immediately lit up, pushing your chair back as you ran over to him. He looked quite surprised by the entire scenery you had set up.

You flew into his arms, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. You could smell the cologne he had put on earlier, and it smelled like heaven. Zen knows what looks good, which cologne smells good, and how to put his outfits together.

Every day, you realize just how lucky you actually are.

''Did you prepare all of this just for me, darling?''

Zen kissed your forehead, cupping your cheeks gently as he looked into your eyes. ''Yes… I wanted to celebrate your birthday, despite knowing how tight your schedule is.''

In response, Zen chuckled, taking a lock of your hair as he twirled it around his finger. He leaned down, and to your surprise, he smelled it a bit before releasing the strand of hair. ''You used special shampoo, didn't you?'' He asked, your cheeks were flushed as the words fell from his lips.

You nodded slightly, fumbling with the fabric of your dress. You lifted your head and looked Zen dead in the eyes. ''I know you like this shampoo, so I used it again to make sure I smell good.''

''Oh! I cooked us a meal. Let's go eat before it goes cold.'' You took your lover's hand and took him to your dining room. Zen gasped, his eyes sparkling at the sight. ''It looks delicious.''

''I'm glad.'' You replied, sighing of relief as you sat down in front of Zen.

The two of you ate your meal, having small and fun conversations in between. A lot of laughs were shared and as soon as both of you finished your plate, you were out of breath. Your cheeks hurt from laughing so much and smiling the entire time.

''Now that dinner is over, I have another surprise. I'll be right back.'' A grin formed on your lips, waving at Zen as he stared at you, completely astonished.

It didn't take you too long to put the lingerie on. You took a deep breath, pushing the door open as you stood at the entrance of your bedroom door. Zen noticed you had finished up, his eyes widened once they fell on the lingerie that you wore.

''Wow… You look so hot.'' Zen said, drool practically leaking from his mouth like he was an animal watching his prey.

''This is going to be a long night, hun.'' He smirked as he made his way over to you, putting his arms around you and pulling you up into his firm grip. In bridal style, he took you to the bedroom, placing you down gently onto the mattress.

As he was hovering over you, he pulled his shirt off right away, throwing it to the side. So did he with his pants. The only thing left were his boxers.

Your heart started racing when you saw Zen lean down and push his lips onto yours. The soft touch and taste of your cherry lip gloss were sending you all the way to cloud 9.

The two of you ended up in a heavy make-out session. Zen was hungrily touching you, his hands slithering from your thighs up to your breasts. His lips were pulled away from you. He pulled the top from your lingerie down and moved his mouth down to your breasts, sucking on your nipples while rubbing your thighs in all the right ways.

You were moving into his touch, completely in ecstasy. Your soft moans filled the room as Zen continued to engulf himself in what's his. Every inch of your body felt like it was tingling. He knew how to touch you, make you feel good and make you unable to speak.

After what felt like an hour, he lifted his head up, heavy panting, as he undid the tie from his hair. His silver locks slid over his shoulder and tickled your skin when it made contact.

"God, you look so captivating like this, Zen.'' You said, your eyes moving from his deep, red orbs to his well-built body. Your heart was beating out of your chest the longer you kept staring at him.

Zen grinned, running his hand through his hair. "Says you, hun." He simply replied, before opening his mouth again. "You look like you need some ravishing, hm?" Your eyes widened, nodding at the remark he just made.

Without another word, he pulled down the lingerie, the fabric hanging around your legs. You slid your feet through the opening, throwing it to the side after, which now left you completely naked.

Zen's expression told you enough about how desperately he wanted… no, needed you.

He pulled you down, making you lay down at the edge of the bed as he slung your legs over his shoulders. Zen wasn't giving you any time to prepare, within seconds his mouth was hovering over your wet pussy. His hot breath against it made you whimper softly, you couldn't wait to feel him inside you once again.

As you were about to plead to your boyfriend about how much you were aching for him, he had already plunged his tongue inside you. A shiver made your body wriggle around, wanting to create a friction between you two to enhance that feeling.

"P-Please Zen…" You managed to mumble out in between your whines and moans, you lifted your head to take a quick look at Zen. You noticed his bright red orbs looking up at you, all while he was working his tongue in and around your pussy.

He moved his mouth away from you, wiping off all the juices that were practically leaking out of you. "What is it baby, hm? Use your words." Zen chuckled, kissing the insides of your legs as he slowly moved up. He kissed your belly, your breasts, shoulder and lastly one quick kiss on the lips.

"I can't wait any longer." You were panting, digging your nails into his back, which would surely leave some marks behind. "Oh darling, I could easily tell by the way you were moving your hips into me just now." Zen replied, shortly after he removed his boxers, "You're in luck today. I've been aching for you all day." He hovered over you, pressing the tip against your entrance.

You could see a grin forming on your boyfriend's face as he continued sliding it over your pussy, spreading your juices everywhere. "I don't even need lube. You really can't wait, huh…"

And before you could answer that, he pushed himself inside of you. His shaft was sliding easily all the way into you. You held your breath as he continued pushing it in. Sometimes you'd forget just how big he was. "Ah Zen, please be gentle~" You asked, finally exhaling when he stopped. Zen nodded at you, starting to thrust into you at a slow and steady pace.

You were a mess. You were moaning all over the place and whining every time you felt him thrust all the way inside you. Zen was groaning, sweating and cursing words about how much he missed you and your body. Your pussy was throbbing, it felt as if you were already approaching your orgasm.

"Hm I can feel your pussy tightening around my cock. Do you want to cum, baby?" Zen rubbed his thumb on your cheek in small circles, picking up the pace a bit when he saw you quickly nod at him in response.

Zen moaned as he let his head rest on your shoulder. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist as you whimpered, your orgasm edging closer and closer.

It didn't take much longer for both of you to reach your high, Zen pushed his cock all the way inside as he let his load flow inside you. Zen let his body lay on top of yours while the two of you were both panting profusely. His thumb rubbed over your red-hued cheeks once again as he placed a delicate kiss on your neck.

´´Do you still want the actual dessert?'' You contemplated, letting your arms hang loosely around his neck.

''Save it up for tomorrow. We have to catch up first. hm?'' Zen pondered as he rolled over onto his back. He invited you to cuddle with him by patting the empty spot beside him.

You simply did so without exchanging another word. It was only a few minutes later that both you and Zen had fallen into a deep slumber.

A romantic night out with Nanami Kento

Word count: 1049

Character: Nanami Kento, Jujutsu Kaisen

Warnings: None.

Summary: Ever since you had been bugging Nanami about wanting to go on a date, he eventually decides to accept your offer. You didn't expect much, but to your surprise, all of your hopes for this date went above and beyond your expectations..

A/N: There's a link to the song 'So this is love (in French), since I felt like it would add to the vibe :) enjoy!!

Nanami Kento, someone you had always been looking up to ever since the two of you met. After knowing each other for a while, you noticed how you had this warm feeling in your stomach every time you saw him or thought of him. And that's also why you had decided to try and ask him out on a date.

After many attempts and a lot of begging later, he accepted the offer. You were so shocked, you stood there completely frozen. It was like a fever dream. Nanami was known to most people as a cold hearted person. But, to you, he seemed like the exact opposite. Kento never really looked like he was genuinely happy to be around people, but you knew that deep inside, he cared very deeply for many.

With every step you took, you could feel the snow crunching under your boots, distracting you from the fact that it felt like your heart would explode any time.

Finally, you reached the spot the two of you had agreed to meet up at. He wasn't there yet, so you opened your phone to see that it was 7:58. And if the timing couldn't be any better, Nanami stood right in front of you. His nose had turned a little red from the cold, a scarf tightly wrapped around his neck.

''Nice to see you're early, Y/N. Shall we go inside?'' Kento politely asked, holding the door of the café open for you. You gave him a quick nod before quickly entering the building. The moment you stepped in your nose was filled with the aroma of coffee and freshly baked cakes and other foods.

Nanami made his way over to a table for two, pulling a chair back as he gestured you to sit there. ''It's more comfortable to sit, don't you think?'' You chuckled at his comment, sitting down on the chair as he pushed it closer to the table. He took a seat right in front of you, a sighed softly.

''Anything on your mind, Nanami?'' You asked, a worried look on your face when you noticed the bags under his eyes. He probably had been working overtime a lot, which you know, he hated. ''Nothing for you to worry about.'' Kento replied, giving you a reassuring look.

You talked a bit about anything and everything after you had ordered some coffee. Not much later it already arrived, the café was very sparsely-populated at this time of the day.

You held the warm cup in between your hands. You could feel your fingers warming up, them not feeling as numb as they were when you were outside.

When both of you had finished your drinks, you suggested to Nanami that the two of you should take a walk through the park. The lakes were most likely frozen by now, so you wanted to check out the view. Kento seemed to like your proposal, a faint smile could be seen on his face. Your eyes lit up at the sight, this was something you had never seen before. The butterflies in your stomach grew even bigger, feeling satisfied with the fact that Nanami seemed to enjoy the date as much as you.

A soft bell could be heard when you both had left the building, stepping back outside into the freezing cold. You quickly stuffed your hands in your pockets to try and keep them warm. You were so nervous that you had forgotten your gloves at home. Nanami couldn't find out because you knew it would be embarassing.

After a few minutes you had arrived at the park. Neither of you had said anything. The silence wasn't awkward, it was actually quite nice to just enjoy each other's presence.

Once you noticed the frozen lakes and the sun slowly setting down, you swiftly made your way over to the railing, leaning your arms on them as you took in the beautiful sight. This really made the date even better. Just being together and watching the sun go down.

A shiver went down your spine, trembling a bit as the cold air seemed to veil over you, making it appear like the temperature had dropped down extremely low, unbearable even.

You felt something big cover one of your hands, startling you slightly. Your eyes averted from the view for a moment to look at the tall man standing next to you. Your eyes grew big as you realised it was Nanami's hand covering yours. His soft eyes met your gaze, pulling on your hand to make your body face him as well.

''I know I might seem like the least affectionate person, but having you right beside me, has given me this weird feeling for a while now. But, seeing your smile and the obvious sparkle in your eyes when you look at me was enough to tell me that our feelings are mutual.'' Nanami confessed, his gentle hands reaching for your cheeks, rubbing his thumb in circles as he kept his eyes locked on you.

''I'm quite suprised, to say the least.''

''Why so?'' Kento questioned, a frown forming on his face.

''I would've never expected to have someone like you confess to me..''

You took a deep breath and continued, ''But, I do feel the same. I didn't know it was that obvious, but I just can't seem to get rid of all those thoughts of you when you're not near me.''

Without another word he leaned closer to your face, you gulped when you knew what he was about to do. You collected yourself and did the same, your lips gently pressing against each other. Your arms wrapped around him automatically, your body moving on its own.

It felt like the kiss lasted for hours, soon he pulled away, both of you needing to take a breath. All you could do was stare at him lovingly as he then pressed another kiss on your forehead. You instantly pulled him into a hug, resting your face on his broad chest. Nanami rested his head on top of your head, using one of his hands to run his fingers through your hair.

You two stood there for a moment in each other's warm embrace.

''So this is love..?'' Nanami whispered into your ear

Jealous ex-boyfriend

BTS - Taehyung imagine

Word count: 1215

Summary: You’re at a party with your best friend, Jimin. Once there, you see your ex-boyfriend, Taehyung. That was the last thing you wanted to happen.

A/N: This was a bit delayed due to school and other personal reasons. But here it finally is! I hope you enjoy it :)

You're at a party with your best friend, Jimin. The two of you had become closer ever since you and Taehyung broke up 4 months ago. He was there for you when you couldn't take care of yourself anymore.

Jimin and you were sitting on the couch, next to each other with 3 other friends of his. You didn't know them that well, but they seemed nice.

And unfortunately your ex-boyfriend, Taehyung, was invited too. It didn't bother you that much, but the idea of him being there wasn't very pleasing.

After some time, a little nudge against your arm interrupted your thoughts. You shaked your head and turned your head to look at Jimin.

"You spaced out again, y/n. Are you thinking about that asshole again?" He asked, looking genuinely concerned at you. You hated seeing him like this.

"Kinda. It just frustrates me a bit that Taehyung is here as well." You replied, rubbing the side of your arm nervously. You heard him sigh softly, putting an arm around you. ''Just ignore him and think about me and all the other fun things you'll be doing tonight.'' Jimin smiled, patting your shoulder gently.

A lot of hours and drinks later, you noticed how your ex-boyfriend, Taehyung, was looking at you. He was practically swallowing you up with his eyes. They went from your eyes and beautiful smile, all the way down to your legs. You felt your cheeks heat up at the eye contact. 

Looking down, you could feel Jimin lean down, looking at your bright red face. ''You really had way too many drinks. I think it's for the better if we go home now. It is pretty late after all as well.'' He mumbled, pulling you on your arm. 

Before you could even get up, your phone buzzed, feeling it vibrate against hand. You turned your phone on to be greeted by a message from Taehyung. As you pulled your arm away from the boy next to you, you read the messages he had sent you.

You turn your phone off and get up, stuffing the mobile device in your pocket. You link arms with Jimin as he drags you to the exit of the building. 

You stumble a bit from side to side, leaning all of your weight on your friend, but before you could leave, a firm hand could be felt on your shoulder, being pulled backwards towards the person. You turn around to be faced by your ex-boyfriend, which you had kind of expected. 

‘‘Can I just please talk to you for one second? I need to get this off of my chest.’‘ He states, his eyes getting a bit teary as he finished his explanation. You told Jimin that he could wait outside for you in the car as you went somewhere private with Taehyung. You really couldn’t figure out what to expect, but he did seem honest in his words. 

The two of you entered the room, Taehyung sitting down on the small couch placed in the corner of the room, the lights dimmed, and a scent of drugs and alcohol reeking around. 

“So, I know you must be mad at me, but please listen to me for now.’‘ He started, hands placed on his lap nervously as he looks down at them. You did look at him, a bit concerned about whatever was coming. You had never seen him like this ever since you broke up.

"I know it didn't sound very convincing when I said I was sorry, but I really am. I miss you every single day. I think about you all the time, wherever I go. I just can't imagine a life without you, y/n. So, will you take me back?" He asked, looking at you from the corner of his eyes. All you could do is sit there with your mouth wide open, flabbergasted by his sudden request.

"Then why did you cheat on me?"

Silence.

He sighed.

"She forced me into it. I honestly didn't want it. In return she would give me money."

"That's the worst excuse I’ve heard, Taehyung. I’ve had enough of your bullshit!"

"My mother is sick, okay! She needs treatment, but she doesn't have the money for it. My dad isn't with us, they divorced. So I had to take this chance. My mom wouldn't be alive today if I didn't take her offer. The girl would give me money if I did whatever she asked of me." He explained, placing his hands on mine, tears sliding down his cheeks with every word he muttered out.

‘‘I-I didn’t know that... I’m sorry.’‘ You wipe the tears from his cheek, then pulling him into a hug. You didn’t know if this was the right thing to do, but you knew Taehyung wasn’t lying about his situation. You knew his mother had been sick before. It wasn’t that much of a surprise anymore, but you didn’t know she was in such a bad shape. 

A few minutes had passed and it seemed like the other had calmed down a bit by now. You talked to him a bit more about it. 

That was until he took your hands in his own, looking you straight in the eyes. ‘’Y/n, I still love you. I want you to know that. I do want to know what you want right now. If you want to keep things like they were or maybe get back together?’’ He asked. You noticed the way he looked so hopefull at you. You just couldn’t get yourself to turn him down again. ‘’I’m not sure, but now I know the truth, I might just take you back.’’ You said, before asking him for one favour, ‘’I want you to promise me you’ll never do this again. Promise you will always stay by my side and put all your effort in this relationship, because I really do want this to work out.’’ 

He nodded vigorously, the brightest smile you’ve ever seen appearing on his face. You were happy, smiling just like he did. Taehyung’s expression then softened as he leaned in, you doing the same. You could feel your stomach tingle at the touch of his lips against yours. Your hand went to his cheek as his hand slid down to your waist. 

You end the kiss with Taehyung. A soft smile plastered on his lips. He then suddenly goes in for a hug again, holding you tight against his chest. Your cheeks heat up, them now being bright red. Hearing his heartbeat made you give into him, cuddling up against Taehyung. 

‘‘I’m glad you’re back in my arms again...’‘ 

‘‘So am I.’‘ 

You smile.

You would’ve never thought the two of you would end up together again. 

And as for Jimin, he was too confused to understand it all. You explained everything that happened back in that room. From him explaining everything to the two of you hugging and kissing each other again. All he could do was listen with his eyes widened and his mouth wide open. He couldn’t believe it either, but you knew it was better this way. 

You were happy being with the love of your life again. 

Stargazer Lilies

Clerith(Cloud x Aerith) One-Shot

WARNING: Suicidal topics, blood, mentions of death, and major spoilers for the original FFVII, however there are no sexual themes.

NOTE: This is a canon-divergent fanfiction, meaning it uses elements from the canon of FFVII but does not follow the canon in its entirety.

Words: 5882

Date Published: 2023-08-25

Summary:

After Sephiroth kills Aerith, Cloud is so distraught that he tries to kill himself later that night, but is unsuccessful. Barrett and Tifa manage to get him to a hospital to recover, but Cloud remains in a comatose state. While he is unconscious, Cloud is teetering so close to the lifestream that he is able to meet Aerith once again.

Life Goes On

“Aerith is gone.” “Aerith will no longer talk, no longer laugh, cry……or get angry……” “What about my pain?” “My fingers are tingling. My mouth is dry. My eyes are burning!”

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Cloud lay wide awake that night, the image of Aerith’s bloodied corpse burned into the backs of his eyeballs. No matter where he looked, nor whether he kept his eyes open or chose to shut them, she was there, floating ethereally in his vision like a goddess. Her soft pink dress was damp with blood and water, her hair was without the signature pink bow she always wore, allowing it to flow freely in the water beneath her, and her eyes were eternally closed, yet despite all of that, she remained ever beautiful even in her last moments. Oh, how he missed looking into her bright verdant eyes already. Not even the healthiest of plants could compare to the richness of her gorgeous eyes.

 She was the light of his life. Even when he handed the black materia over to Sephiroth, she didn’t blame him. Even when he threw her to the ground in a fit of rage over his accidental betrayal, she didn’t fight back. She always put others first– always made sure to show Cloud that he mattered, and not just to his friends, but to her. Aerith was always so kind, so gentle…so heavenly. She was not only enchanting in her looks, but in her personality too. She was so full of compassion and pure love; not just towards humans, but toward animals and the planet alike. He never met anyone like her, and he knew he would never meet anyone like her again. The time he may have known her was short, but she meant everything to him. Aerith was gone…and he felt like he was nothing without her.

Cloud sat up in his bed, clutching his temple as his brain began to pound against the back of his eyes. With it came the loud buzzing of an intruder, and his vision became filled with static.

“You…are a puppet.”

Cloud grunted, a bead of sweat dribbling down his hot neck under the cover of his blonde hair as Sephiroth’s words rang in his ears. That was right…he was a puppet– Sephiroth’s puppet. That was all he was, and nothing more. Cloud thought he was traveling the world to save it, but he was following the call of his master all along. If he was anything more than a puppet, he wouldn’t have given Sephiroth the black materia. If he was anything more, Aerith wouldn’t have died.

His head was throbbing so violently that it was unbearable! In a fit of confusion and rage, Cloud threw his legs off of the bed and groaned as he jumped to his feet and lunged for the buster sword. Sephiroth may have been the master of his body, but he refused to let him be the master of his mind. He remembered the way Sephiroth tried to force him to kill Aerith before Sephiroth himself stepped in to finish her off when he realized Cloud wasn’t going to. All this time he had been trying so hard to protect her from Sephiroth, but he never once considered that he was to blame for her demise. It was all his fault, and he needed to put an end to this. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he hurt Barret or Tifa, let alone anyone else he held dearly.

He would finish this once and for all.

“Cloud?!” Tifa exclaimed, her red eyes wide with shock as she jolted awake. She was taken aback and unsure of what to do, she shook Barret awake. Then, she turned back to him, shouting his name once more as Barret chimed in. He didn’t seem to hear either of them.

“I refuse..to be a pawn in your game any longer, Sephiroth!!”

Cloud shouted as he raised the buster sword above his head, only to bring it down, burying its tip deep into his gut. He choked, blood squirting out of his throat with a sharp inhale. He took a step back, stumbling into his bed as he plunged the sword deeper with the intent of ripping his organs out. The buzzing in his ears faded, but everything else did too. He couldn’t hear his friends when they came running to his side, but he could see the way they scrambled to save him. While Tifa fell to his side and held him to her chest, Barret ripped the buster sword’s handle away from his trembling hands and took it into his own so that Cloud could do no more damage. He couldn’t tell what they were saying, but he could feel the way Tifa violently quivered as he lay there bleeding.

“Aerith’s death…is all because of me,” Cloud choked, only for Tifa to lay a finger over his lips in an attempt to quiet him, but he continued, “Sephiroth– I am only..his puppet… but…not anymore.” He could feel the way the two lifted his weakening body off of the bed, but that was the extent of what he could remember before his world consciousness faded and his world evanesced.

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“Cloud…”

“Clouuud~!”

“Are you alright?” A familiar female voice called out. Despite sounding concerned, it was ever gentle. It was sweet like honey, and it was smooth like silk. The voice made Cloud feel so safe, as if he was being hugged by his mother once again. He didn’t think he had the strength to pull himself out of the depths of the loving embrace it had around his heart.

“Oh, don’t tell me you died already! That would be silly.” The voice playfully endearingly taunted, “The Cloud I know is stronger than that.”

Ethereal light filtered into his vision as Cloud’s eyes fluttered open, momentarily blinding him and forcing his eyes shut once more. He squinted, only able to open his eyes fully as he felt a shadow come over the bright light. The calming smell of flowers overwhelmed his senses, and a wave of nostalgia sent a flood of shivers down his spine at the scent. Ever since he had met Aerith that fateful day in Midgar, the smell of flowers had always brought a sort of otherworldly tranquility to him that he had never known before. The smell was beautiful, just like her.

Cloud sat up, holding his head in his hands as he attempted to clear his mind and make sense of the situation. With a gasp, Cloud’s body jerked backward at the sight that lay before him as his focusing vision revealed the face of Aerith– the lovely flower girl he watched die mere hours earlier.

“Aerith,” Cloud stammered, sweat rolling down the side of his forehead as a shameful blush overtook his cheeks, “I–”

“Shh, I know,” Aerith softly reassured him as she offered him a smile and gently pressed her finger to his lips, “It’s okay.”

‘But you–’ was all he could muster before Aerith wrapped her arms around him, burying his reddening face in the crook of her neck. She held him so close to her that she could feel the way he trembled with every breath and the way he sweated as heat radiated off of his body, even as she closed her eyes. She could tell that he regretted ever hurting her or ever trying to hurt her, though she never bore a grudge against him, as she knew it wasn’t his fault. The Cloud she knew was anxious and closed off, but deep down she knew he cared for others. She knew he was a kind soul and she loved him for it. She cherished their time together from the bottom of her heart– she only wished it hadn’t been so short.

“It’s okay.” She repeated, her tone quiet and tender, “You don’t need to say anything…”

Aerith always knew what to say. Aerith always knew what to do. Cloud loved her more than anything on Gaia and in life itself. Losing her meant that he lost his entire world, and he didn’t know how to live on. It had only been mere hours, but he missed her more than she would ever know. He couldn’t help it when he began to stagger his breaths as a flood of tears came crashing down, and his entire body grew hot with sorrow. For minutes on end, the two of them sat in verbal silence, but that didn’t matter; there were no words powerful enough to describe the relief Cloud felt at being able to see her again. Being able to be held in her arms was enough.

“Aerith…” Cloud eventually pulled away to look into her eyes, his own still glossy and red from crying, as he sniffled, “I…I’m sorry. If I hadn’t given Sephiroth the black materia, you would–”

“What did I say?” Aerith cut him off, a playful tone returning to her otherwise soft words to lighten the mood, “It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault.”

Cloud drew a deep, shaky breath, stunned into silence at her words. How could she not blame him after everything he had done? He was nothing but Sephiroth’s puppet, and his inability to fight back against Sephiroth was what cost her his life. If he hadn’t given Sephiroth the black materia, and if he had been able to control his body when he needed to protect her most, she would still be alive. It was all his damn fault, and he knew it. How could she–

“I know what you’re thinking,” Aerith drew him out of his thoughts, “And no matter what you say or do, there’s nothing you can do to convince me that any of this is your fault.” Aerith rolled backward onto her shins, and she traced her hands down Cloud’s arms where they landed on his knuckles. Her gaze shifted downward, fixated on their hands as she flipped them over and curled their fingers together. “That wasn’t you, and that never was you. The Cloud I know is strong, kind, handsome…and most of all, he cares for his friends. He would never do anything to hurt the people he loves... I saw the way you struggled every time he tried to steal your mind away, and I know that you tried your hardest to fight back against him…and that’s all that matters to me.”

Silence ensued once more, but not from lack of knowing what to say. Rather, Cloud was taken aback by her intuition and how she knew that Sephiroth had been trying to control him throughout their journey, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask her why. There wasn’t anything that could get past her it seemed, and that was yet another part of her that he loved. She was wise, just like the Cetra that came before her were said to be. Everything about Aerith was brilliant, and the more he learned about her, the more she blew him away. Why did the world have to take the good ones away? Life was so cruel.

“You don’t deserve this.” Cloud began after moments of contemplation. His voice was much more stable as his tears began to wash away, but his eyes remained set on the way she so tenderly intertwined their fingers. Her hands were small and delicate compared to his, but he knew she was stronger than he would ever be, and that was what gave him the strength to calm himself for the time being. If she could hold herself together, he would too, for her sake. “And if you don’t blame me for your death, then there’s nothing I can do to convince you. You’re too stubborn.”

“Oh yeah? And what does that make you?” Aerith teased, giggling. The way she was able to make light of any situation without making it any less significant was something only an angel directly descended from the heavens could do. “If I’m the stubborn one, then…I guess you must be some immovable wall. Not even the strongest of my waves can force you to come tumbling down, huh?”

“I didn’t mean to– sorry.” Cloud blushed, looking away from their hands and at the church. Just like when he met her for the second time back in the slums, they seemed to be seated in Aerith’s flowerbed, which was filled with stargazer lilies. “Forget I said anything.” Cloud pulled their hands away as he stood up to get a better view of their surroundings.

Aerith sat there for a moment longer, still staring down at their hands before she lifted her gaze, then finally pulled herself off of the ground and dusted herself off. “I bet you’re curious, huh?”

“...Yeah.” Cloud nodded, wiping his tears away before he continued to look around the place. He took a few steps forward, careful to navigate his way out of her flowerbed. “This looks just like the church I met you in– the church in the slums. How’s that?”

“You came crashing through my ceiling again…though I always have boys crashing down from the heavens and onto my flowerbed, it seems.” She chuckled, “But it’s okay. Like I said before, my flowers are strong. They can take it.”

“I’ll try not to do it anymore.” Cloud apologized in a joking manner that betrayed his static tone of voice as he continued to slowly walk around the church. It was strange to him– this place looked and felt real but there was no wind, and the further he looked through the windows of the church, he noticed it became unnaturally blurry. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t see past a certain barrier. 

“Well, I’d hope you’re not doing it on purpose. That would just be mean.” Aerith teased. She always loved doing that.

The two were silent for a few minutes, but it was never tense. Aerith slowly walked over to Cloud, following him around with her hands behind her back as he investigated the place. He was quick to notice the way the buildings remained just as blurry the closer he got to them as they had been from far away, even with how close he was to the exit of the church, and he realized how white the sky beyond those far-off buildings was, too.

“Am I dead?” Finally came the question out of Cloud’s lips.

“Hmm..”

Cloud looked over his shoulder before fully turning to face Aerith, an expecting look in his eyes. 

“Not quite.” Aerith finally answered after moments of leaving Cloud on edge, though she hadn’t done so to spook him. “The lifestream is my home now, but as for you...I think you’re just visiting.”

“How so?” Cloud asked, slightly raising a brow.

“Well,” Aerith started, her eyes softening with worry once more, “I can still hear Tifa and Barret calling out to you. Can you hear them?”

Cloud took a moment, trying his best to listen to no avail. He shook his head.

“You’re in the hospital, I think. I can hear the slow beeping of a heart monitor.”

“So why can’t I hear it?” Cloud asked, still trying to hear what Aerith was hearing.

“Dunno.” She shrugged, “Maybe you’re choosing not to hear it?”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“Well…I saw the way you brought yourself here. I’ve been watching you since I died, y’know. I saw the way you shouted something, then…” she trailed off, frowning.

“I…” Cloud fell silent, ashamed of himself. While he still wanted to die if it meant saving his friends from him ever losing control again, he was thoroughly ashamed to admit the fact that he attempted to kill himself to Aerith… “I heard him again. Sephiroth, he..he was trying to take over again. I didn’t know what he wanted at that time, but...I wasn’t going to let him hurt the only people I had left.”

“Is that all there is to it?” Aerith asked, still frowning. She wasn’t upset at him, but she hated to see him so broken up the way he was. Besides, she knew Cloud– the way he didn’t like to admit to everything, even if it was just to himself.

Cloud was confused by that question. What else would there be to it? He didn’t want to hurt his friends, and if it meant killing himself so Sephiroth couldn’t control him any longer, then so be it. It wasn’t like he was anything more than a puppet, anyway– and he refused to bend to Sephiroth’s will.

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The soft glow of moonlight filtered into the otherwise dim room that had only been lit up by the soft light of a heart monitor moments prior. There was a gentle breeze from a nearby window that had been cracked open, but not even the cool touch of the wind could provide solace to the room’s current inhabitants. After Cloud had stabbed himself in the gut it seemed like there would be no saving him, but by the speedy actions of Barret and Tifa as they brought Cloud’s body to The Highwind, Cid was able to quickly pilot them to a nearby hospital. Typically, with a wound that big and with that much blood loss, a normal person would have been dead by the time it took them to make it to The Highwind, but perhaps due to the mako that flowed through Cloud’s veins, he was able to make it just long enough to be hooked up to a heart monitor and have his wounds patched up. 

Barrett and Tifa now sat close to one another in the dimly lit room. While Barrett was leaning forward with his elbows resting on his inner thighs, Tifa sat with her face buried against his firm arm, hiding the side of her face with her curled-up hand. Their tears had long since dried, but they were still deathly worried about the state of their friend. Even with all that he had done, they couldn’t bring themselves to blame Cloud either– they cared for him immensely and wished they knew what had driven him to this point. Was it because he blamed himself for Aerith’s death? They both remembered the bone-chilling terror they felt when they watched him stab the buster sword into his abdomen and the way he shouted something about not allowing Sephiroth to control him any longer as he did so, but they both questioned the validity of their memories with how distraught the two of them were.

“Wake up, dammit…” Barret mumbled as his hand curled up into a tight ball, causing the palms of his hands to brighten from the pressure. His eyes had been staring so deeply into Cloud as if he believed staring at him long enough would force the boy awake, but he knew that wasn’t the way things worked. Defeated, Barret hung his head and whispered, “We can’t afford to lose you too.”

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Cloud now sat outside of the church, one knee curled to his chest with the corresponding forearm upon its peak while the other leg lay extended on the ground. He still couldn’t quite grasp what Aerith meant by her question, however, he was more glad to see Aerith than anything, so it was she who truly occupied his mind. He had been looking straight ahead at the whiteness of the sky, and its pure color reminded him just how clear and kindhearted Aerith was. He looked up at her, and upon catching his gaze in her peripherals, Aerith stopped what he was doing and smiled at him. “You bored yet? There’s not much to do here if I’m honest…” She sighed, although her smile remained as her eyes dropped back to the floor.

“I don’t mind. It’s nice here.” Cloud admitted, his eyes returning to the horizon, “There’s no war, no violence, no anger, no despair…just you and me.”

“And there are certainly no other people here!” Aerith chuckled, “But you like that, don’t you? I never took you as a people’s person.”

Cloud smiled abruptly, “Yeah…never was a fan of ‘em.” 

“It doesn’t bother you that you’ll never see another person besides me again?” Aerith inquired, looking back at Cloud, though he did not return her gaze. 

He simply shook his head, “No, not really.”

“And what about Tifa? What about Barret? Or Yuffie, Red XIII…or the rest of your friends?”

“I can make an exception for them.” Cloud joked, “Though..I would rather they not end up here. Since we’re dead n’all.”

"They're worried sick about you, Cloud." Aerith frowned, "I heard Barret calling out to you earlier, and the way Tifa was shouting at you when they brought you in– before you even woke up here. They miss you, Cloud. Does that really not bother you?"

Cloud frowned, his gaze hardening as he lowered it to the ground, almost as if he was shameful. He was silent for a moment, but then he sighed, "Let them be worried. As long as I'm not there to hurt them, they'll be okay. They just..have to be strong and get through this. This is the first time I've had an entirely clear head in years, Aerith. I can't feel Sephiroth in my veins here. I can't hurt you or anyone else anymore. It's better this way." He raised his head yet again, though he continued staring off at the sky rather than looking her way, "Trust me."

"I can't believe you." Aerith squatted, making herself eye-level with Cloud, practically commanding his gaze her way, and finally, she got it in return. "You're telling me you're gonna let them fight Sephiroth alone? You're just gonna give up and take the easy way out?"

Cloud was at a loss for words. She was scolding him like she was his mother and yet he couldn't find it in himself to dismiss what she said. He did feel horrible for leaving them behind, and he felt even worse for it once he looked into Aerith's disappointed eyes, but he steeled himself. "It's better this way, Aerith," he hated being at odds with her but he stood his ground, "At least like this, they won't have to worry about fighting me and Sephiroth at the same time. Instead, they can just focus on taking him down."

"And what makes you think they're going to have to fight you?" Aerith asked, "You're their friend– not their enemy. They love you, and I know you love them. They need you, Cloud. They can't face him alone."

Cloud was silent once more before he let out a sigh, "You know the way he's able to take control of me. If I go to fight Sephiroth, they'll end up–"

"Don't even finish that sentence." Aerith lowered herself onto her knees and scooted closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder as she searched his eyes for understanding, "I know you. Sephiroth..he tried to make you hurt me, didn't he? But you fought against him. You didn't let it happen. I know you're strong enough to fight back when it really comes down to it." 

"I…maybe…" Cloud's eyebrows furrowed, and unable to stand the weight of his guilt, he looked away. He shook his head, "I can't go back."

"Cloud…" She called with a voice so soft it could be mistaken for a whisper. She tilted her head as she reached out for Cloud's cheek, cupping it into her hands. She gently directed his gaze toward her as she placed her other hand on the opposite cheek and she offered him a sorry smile, "It's okay to want to stay here…but I can't let you."

"Why?" Cloud asked, his voice quiet as well, "It's safer this way. If I stay here by your side, I can't hurt them."

"Because, Cloud…I need you to be honest with yourself. Is that really all there is to it?"

There came the question again. What more was she referring to? Cloud closed his eyes for a moment, redirecting his thoughts as he desperately dug through them for an answer. Aerith had always been such a wise lady– she wasn't the type to be persistent just because she could. Even in her times of silliness, her actions always had meaning; they always had intelligence behind them. Aerith was brilliant. Not only was she smart, but she understood people. Aerith understood the parts of Cloud that he did not, and she drew them out. He knew that there was something he wasn't getting, and he realized there was something Aerith thought he could only understand if she was able to make him see it for himself.

"Think, Cloud." She tilted her head forward and brought his closer in turn, allowing their foreheads to press against one another as both of their eyes closed. The green, white, and blue light of the lifestream enveloped the area upon the shared contact of their foreheads, shifting their surroundings to match that of Aerith's home in the sector 5 slums down on Gaia, "Think." 

Cloud could feel as reality shifted under his feet. He could feel the way his body now sat in a field of flowers atop an incline, and although the wind remained stagnant, he could feel how pure the air was against his skin. As Aerith slipped her head and hands away, his eyes fluttered open, allowing him to take in the beauty of her garden for what it was. He was met with Aerith now sitting on her shins once more, her hands overlapping one another as they lay in her lap, and a loving smile on her face. He couldn't help it when his cheeks grew rosy from the sight of that tender smile and the way she looked upon him with nothing but pure admiration in her eyes. Aerith was gorgeous, and these flower fields only amplified her charm.

"Oh Cloud," she giggled without saying another word. She recognized the way he looked at her– the way he blushed –and even without him having to say anything, she knew what he was thinking. Cloud was too innocent to have dirty thoughts, she knew, so it was clear to her that his look was one of wonder and love for her. Cloud was so precious, and that was exactly why she needed to make him see what he was missing for himself. She always found teaching through actions rather than telling through words to be a more effective lesson.

"Sorry." Cloud hadn’t quite realized how long he had been staring at Aerith and it embarrassed him to think about it, so he promptly peeled his eyes away and chose to take in the scenery. Just like their previous landscape, the further away he looked from their current location, it got unnaturally blurry, and the sky remained as white as ever. “So why did you bring me here?”

“Just thought a change of scenery would be nice.” Aerith smiled for a moment before she looked in the direction Cloud had been. The two of them now looked at the house Aerith used to share with Elmyra, and she could feel an air of sorrow come about the longer they dwelled on it.

“She was always so kind to me… Even when I didn’t deserve it.” Aerith started, her words tender. “Take care of her for me, won’t you?”

“I’m sure they will.”

“Not them– you, silly.” Aerith turned to Cloud, nudging his shoulder with her hand, “Like I said...I’m not letting you die yet.”

“How’s that?” Cloud challenged, “As far as I’m concerned, I don’t want to go back.”

“Because…” Aerith hummed, “I know what you’ve told yourself, why you’re here, and…it’s all a lie.”

Cloud grunted in confusion as his baby blues trailed over to look at Aerith, though it was now her who wouldn’t return his gaze. As she continued to stare off at the house she grew up in, he saw her eyebrows furrowed in worry. Cloud wasn’t sure what to say to that. After all, how could he be lying? He killed himself, or at least tried to, because he didn’t want to be Sephiroth’s puppet. He didn’t want to hurt his friends anymore. Aerith may not have blamed him for her death, but he thoroughly believed it was his fault. Just what part of that was a lie?

Cloud took a moment to dig deep into the meaning of her words. Was he not being honest with himself as she said? Tifa always told him that he tended to be stubborn, so perhaps that stubbornness was at play here. “I’m lost.” He admitted, lowering his head. She, however, didn’t say anything in return, leaving him to sink further into his thoughts. As he hung his head, Cloud slowly closed his eyes and allowed himself to feel the earth. He could feel the way the dirt brushed against the cloth of his pants, and he could smell the sweet yet subtle scent of tranquility the flowers around them gave off. That smell always made him think of Aerith…perhaps that was why he felt so happy here. Perhaps that was why he didn’t want to go back. The real word was so uncertain and frightening that he didn’t want to return, but then…wouldn’t that make him a coward? Was it truly so bad that he didn’t want to return to a reality as cruel as Gaia– the very same reality that so coldly ripped Aerith away from him?

Perhaps…he just didn’t want to leave Aerith.

His lungs expanded as he drew a long, deep breath, and then Cloud returned to utter silence once more. He realized that although it felt nice to breathe, he didn’t need to. He couldn’t even hear Aerith breathing. Was it because they were dead? It was chilling to think that their bodies no longer required oxygen to sustain themselves, though it wasn’t something Cloud truly found horrifying. The thought of being a part of the lifestream should have been haunting, but Cloud felt so safe here. For once in his life, he felt happy. Just being here with Aerith was enough for him. He loved her.

Cloud gasped, his eyes shooting open as they flickered over to Aerith. He pined for her eyes to meet his, but she continued to stare off at the horizon. Although she wouldn’t meet his eyes, he could feel that there was a different air about them, and he could see that there was pain in her otherwise strong eyes.

He blinked. Suddenly, the sky was no longer pure white, but a cool amethyst gradient that faded into a golden glow, as if the sun were now setting. Although there hadn’t been any wind here thus far, a gentle breeze began to pick up that ruffled her chocolate locks and made her look more like a goddess than ever before. However, she still didn’t return his gaze. 

“Aerith, I…” Cloud began, his eyes twinkling under the setting sun, “I love you.”

Aerith tilted her head aside, reaching her delicate hands to the rose-colored bow that held her hair up. Her fingers searched for the inner sanctum of her ribbon, only for her to pull it loose, allowing a mahogany ocean of hair to come crashing down.

“I know.” Was all she said as she looked down at the ribbon she now held. Cloud couldn’t see her eyes past her hair, but he didn’t need to. He could feel the bittersweet relief radiating off of her as she sat in complete silence, and in that moment he caught himself wondering just what was going on inside her head. His heart was pounding in his ears and he could feel himself begin to tremble ever so slightly as his skin grew clammy. The palms of his hands were sweaty against the leather fabric of his gloves, but he couldn’t pry his eyes off of the beauty that was Aerith.

“That’s why I can’t let you stay here.” Aerith slowly raised her head, finally returning Cloud’s long-awaited gaze. There were wet streaks on both of her cheeks and the ribbon she held had damp, darkened spots from her tears. She let out a small chuckle that crackled with pain and joy as she scooted closer to Cloud, keeping the ribbon in hand. She now sat knee to knee with him, their eyes forever interlocked in a mutually sorrowful gaze. Careful not to break their eye contact, Aerith reached for Cloud’s hands and took them into her own, curling her ribbon into the palms of his hands.

“There’s so much you need to do, Cloud. So many people you need to save. So many people who need your guidance and love.” Aerith spoke with reverence towards Cloud, “Sephiroth is going to use Meteor soon, and..I know I’m not the only one you cherish. Tifa, Barrett, Vincent, Cid, Yuffie, Red XIII, Marlene..and many more– so many people love you and need you, Cloud…which is why you need to go. I can’t bear to see the way you would break if they ended up like me.”

“You’re right…” Cloud’s eyebrows curled with shame, “I’m sorry. All you’ve ever wanted to do is help me. I can’t believe the way I–”

“Don’t blame yourself.” Aerith cut him off, squeezing his hands, “We all get sad sometimes, and that’s okay. What matters is that we’re able to pick ourselves up and keep moving after we fall.”

“Thank you, Aerith.” Cloud pulled her closer, returning the squeeze of her hands with an equally loving one of his own. “You’ve done so much for me. More than you’ll ever know.”

“I’m glad.” She smiled. She closed her eyes and lowered her head against his collarbone. “Just don’t forget me, okay?”

Taking the ribbon into his hand, Cloud released the grip he had on her hands and wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in a warm hug as he now gripped the bow against her back. Unlike the way they embraced when he first got here, it was now she who was silently crying against him, though that didn’t make her any weaker for it. It was okay to be sad, he learned. It was okay to cry. It was okay to be angry, even. All these emotions were a part of being human, and Aerith taught him that. All that mattered was that they were able to pick themselves up and keep living on in spite of it all. No matter what life threw at him, he would get back up– not just for Aerith or his friends, but for himself. He was more than a puppet; he was a human being who had people he loved, and people who loved him. 

He would face Sephiroth, and he refused to back down this time. There wasn’t a thing he didn’t cherish, and he would protect Gaia with all of his being. Even if he didn’t succeed, all that mattered was that he tried his hardest to protect what mattered most. It wasn’t his genetics that determined whether he was human or not, but what he decided to do with himself, and if it meant fighting for the right to exist, so be it. He refused to back down.

“I’ll never forget you, Aerith."

Perfect Worship | Caleb x fem!MC

This blurb is told from Caleb's pov :) (unedited also I don't play the game but I get lots of info from my bestie and obviously...tiktok)

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, kissing, obsession, heavy petting, fingers in mouth, glove play (?), dirty talk, childhood best friends are going to FUCK?, pussy rubbing, fingering (slightly), talks of raw vaginal penetration, teasing, edging wc: 1.6k a/n: O///o I need a stiff drink after that... and by a stiff drink I mean *** from Caleb's stiff **** ... I would be ashamed but let's be honest... I'm too far gone at this point

You’re staring at me with that look in your eye. It’s one I can’t ignore. “How could you…” those whispered words brought me out of my thoughts. How could I? What exactly did you think I did? I want to scoff, throttle you for believing any nonsense spewed about me. Though… the way you clench your fists in remembrance of our childhood is very endearing. It sends a stinging wave of happiness through my empty chest. 

“Haa…always so naive pipsqueak.” I breathe out, bringing my gloved hand to my lips. I gauge your reaction, watching your skin bristle at my words. That’s it. “When are you going to grow up?” Break for me. Your eyes narrow into slits, glowing with beautiful anger. Anything you felt for me was glorious as long as it was something. Your hatred for me was going to bring me to my knees. What I don’t expect is your hand to make a loud thwack against my right cheek. The action pushes my head to the left, the breath whooshing from my lungs. My fingertips caress the stinging sensation of my cheek, my eyes wide. Okay, so maybe you were stronger than I remembered. So then why? I want to groan with the flooding arousal to my groin. Fuck. Then I get a glimpse of you raising your other hand, ready to strike. 

This time, I stop your assault, catching your wrist in my hand. For a moment we just stare at each other, too caught in the moment to continue. I decide to break the stare off, slipping my hand further down your arm, then yanking you into my own body. You fall onto your knees, in turn, straddling me. I leave the choice up to you. Submit or drive me to insanity. 

Your lips close around mine in a desperate attempt to convince me you still had control. I let go of your arm, spotting my handprint outlined in red against your skin. A primal need pulses through my body, driving me to move my hand to the nape of your neck. More, I had to have all of you. 

A whimper falls from your mouth as I slot my mouth against yours, slipping my tongue to lap at your lips. Let me in. You oblige, allowing my tongue to swirl against yours in a dance of passion and yearning, built up over years. Even when I could see you everyday, it was never enough. 

I slide my knees apart so that you sink further into my lap, the apex of your thighs flush against my stiff cock. You moan into my mouth, pressing yourself deeper into the kiss. “Please,” you mewl, lips swollen from my aggression. Ah, begging me are we? 

“You’re grown, use your words.” I want to hear it from your lips. Hear your voice beg me to fuck you. The pitch and timbre give into moans. Let me worship you. Your brows furrow, frustration building on your face. Resistance. Something I know how to deal with all too well. “Fine then,” I coo, tracing the line of your neck with my leather covered fingers. “Be that way.” My evol surges, forcing you further downward until it feels like I’m in you. Your eyes widen and your hands immediately grip my shoulders. I can see it on your face, you feel it too. “How about now? Feel like talkin’?” I tilt my head, watching a shudder course through you. I lean back against the cushioned sofa, taking in the sight before me. 

Your face is a deep red as your trembling arm tries to hide your beautiful face from me. Damn if I was fucking you right now I could see everything. I blow out a breath, meeting your heated gaze from over your arm. “Ca…Caleb.” 

Oh. Did you think you could say my name like that and not have to deal with the consequences? I grab your hips, sinking my fingertips into the meaty flesh. “C’mon pretty girl, tell me exactly what you desire.” I’m begging you now. I can’t handle it. I’m going to go fucking insane. 

You slowly drop your arm, blinking at me through those thick lashes. You grind your hips down, eliciting a growling hiss from behind my clenched teeth. “Ruin me.” Your voice is low, almost too low. I want to hear you say it again, but my body moves on its own. I shift my hips to create an unbearable friction between us. “Please Caleb, I’ve missed you so much,” You’re ramblings couldn’t be a finer melody to my ears. 

There’s a part of me that wants to fuck you right here on the sofa, splay my cum all over your face like I’m some horny teenager again. But you deserve better than having my cock slam into you until dawn erupts through the windows. My first time should be making love with you, but I’d grown too accustomed to the art of war. “On your knees darlin’.” I command, observing the way you slip off my lap – disappointed by the briskness of the air around my legs since your warmth had left. You sink to the floor, using my thigh as stability, defiantly maintaining eye contact with me. “So brave,” I reach for your cheek, running my thumb over your plump lower lip. “If you do a good job I might go easy on you.” I warn, tightening my grip to where your cheeks squish inward. Your brows knit together and I can tell you want to fight back. There’s nothing you can do on any inch of your body that I don’t already know about. 

Your mouth parts, allowing my gloved-hand to sink into your warm and wet mouth. I hum, fascinated by the way your tongue glides around my digits. You close your lips around the length of my fingers, mimicking a sucking motion until my cock grows harder. You release me, saliva connecting the tips of my fingers to your mouth. “Did I pass?” You inquire, brushing a strand of your hair behind those lovely ears. How down bad did I have to be to call your ears ‘lovely’? 

I shrug my shoulders, leaning back once more. “I’m unsure, I think you might need something a little bigger to test your capabilities.” It makes your eyes perk up and your mouth quirk into a grin. My legs surround you as sturdy pillars as you move between them. Your eyes watch me like a hawk as you undo my belt, pulling it off with tantalizing slowness. It’s tossed to the side, the zipper of my trousers next. My cock immediately feels less stifled, but there was a part of me that misses that overwhelming pressure. The surrounding air was too empty, I needed something. Lucky for me, you can read me like a book. 

You pull my boxers down exposing my erection, which you stare at for an insufferable amount of time. I’m at my breaking point and there’s nothing you can do to save me. Your wet mouth wraps around the length of my cock, pressing your tongue under the head. Okay, maybe I was wrong. I’m obsessed with the way you push my length further into your throat until tears stream down your face. You hum against my shaft, eliciting a low growl from me. Your eyes glow with lust, keeping me on the edge. This was your way of punishing me, reclaiming control. Usually I’d be more than eager to allow your little rebellion, but unfortunately I’ve run out of patience. I click my tongue, wrapping my hand around your hair, then pulling taunt. Your eyes shutter as I pull you off my cock. 

“Hmm,” I like how pliable you are in my hands. Your eyes dart around my face, searching for an explanation only found in my words. “Shall I show you what happens when you're insubordinate?” The slight movement of your head is all it takes for me to yank you to your feet, tossing you toward the sofa yet again. You place your hands on the back, sticking your ass toward me. “You get punished.” I use my teeth to pull off one of my gloves, using the other to loosen your pants. They fall around your ankles, exposing a simple pair of black panties. Doesn’t matter, they’re going to be staying on my floor for most of this visit. 

I use my ungloved hand to rub your clit through the fabric, growing high off the soft moans escaping your mouth. “I’ve barely touched you down here yet you’re already so wet.” I comment, leaning over your back to hold you steady. I kiss on your shoulder blades and down until I reach bare skin. “Who knew you were so filthy?” I mutter against your back, slipping my fingers into your folds until I tease the entrance to your warm sex. “You gonna cum for me?” I inquire, not really caring if you answer with words because your body will be doing most of the talking here in a moment. “Haa, I bet I could just fuck you raw right now right?” I muse, drawing my hand from your throbbing pussy and to the hem of your underwear. “You want me to shove my cock in you huh? You’re practically serving me your wet cunt.” I’m hungry and you were going to feed me. “Don’t tell me you were waiting to see me again just so you could jump my bones?” I laugh, running a hand through my hair as you hang your head. “Well I’d hate to disappoint you, so I’ll show you everything I learned while I was gone. Come on, let me make it up to you.”

if u write literally any penelope garcia x fem!reader smut i will love u forever 🙏🙏🙏 (does not have to be like super smutty if u dont want) (maybe they go home together after a hard case and. relax. a little?)

i love ur writing!! :3

Enjoy :)

Rainbows and Storm Clouds 🌈 🌧️

The case had taken too much from both of them. Penelope closed the front door to their shared apartment with a heavy sigh, dropping her tech bag beside the coat rack.

Her heart was still tangled in the horror of the week, missing kids, sleepless hours, too much coffee and too little hope. From the kitchen, Y/N looked up.

She was tall and elegant in that quiet, still-water way. Bare feet, tank top, and sleep pants slung low on her hips. Her lean frame moved slowly, muscles pulled tight from exhaustion.

The subtle tattoos on her ribs and inner arms peeked out in the soft kitchen light, delicate and personal. "Hey, love," Y/N said gently, crossing the floor in long strides to catch Penelope.

"You're home."

Penelope let herself melt into the hug, burying her face in Y/N's chest. "I've never hated the world more." Y/N just held her tighter, one of her hands moving to hold Penelope's gorgeous blonde hair.

"I know."

They didn't talk much more. Didn't need to. The night folded in around them like velvet, slow, warm, and insanely gentle. Quiet music drifted from a speaker.

Penelope lit lavender candles while Y/N poured two glasses of wine, then set them down untouched on the bedside table. They kissed slow, Y/N always kissed slow.

Her fingers stroked behind Penelope's ear, across her jaw, down her sides, steady and reverent like she was trying to remind them both what tenderness looked like.

Penelope fell back on the bed, legs open, arms reaching, "Touch me," she whispered, her eyes glassy and soft. Y/N didn't rush. She always liked starting things slow, savouring every reaction, every sound and tremble.

She kissed down Penelope's neck, along her chest, between the soft curves Garcia always called 'too much' but Y/N loved them. Worshipped them.

She mouthed at her girlfriend's breast, sucking gently until Penelope arched up into her mouth. Fingers dipped low. Slow circles. Long strokes.

Y/N slid two fingers inside, curling them perfectly, her other hand never stopping its slow petting over Penelope's ribs, her belly, her thigh.

Penelope whined and gasped, thighs tightening, hips rocking up, one hand tangled in Y/N's soft, sun streaked hair. "I've got you," Y/N murmured, the vibration sending more sensation across Penelope's body.

"Let it go."

Penelope came with a soft cry, back arching like a bow. Y/N stayed with her, kissing every part of her she could reach, waiting for her to breath again.

Then Penelope blinked up at her, smiling, flushed and blushing, "Your turn." Y/N was quick to shake her head gently, "No, you don't have to..."

Penelope, in turn, shook her head, rolling them over with surprising strength, straddling Y/N with a wicked little smile. "I want to." Y/N let her.

Penelope took her time. She pressed kisses to the slope of Y/N's shoulders, licked down the lines of the tattoo on her ribs, traced her hands across the soft stretch of Y/N's stomach, admiring how she twitched under the touch.

Then she slid down between her legs, spreading her thighs gently, kissing the inside of one before curling her fingers into her. Y/N gasped and let her head fall back, one arm thrown over her eyes, the other fisting the sheets.

Penelope sucked slow and deep, fingers matching her rhythm, her free hand holding Y/N's hip still as she moved. Every moan Y/N gave her was a gift.

Every trembling breath, every whispered plea for "just a little more, please," was wrapped in love and gratitude.

When Y/N came, it was like something quiet breaking open, her voice low, shuddering, thighs shaking, body relaxing all at once like the band had snapped. Her body ending its fight against itself.

After, Penelope kissed her way back up, pulling Y/N into her arms. They laid there, heartbeats slowing in sync. Eventually, they padded barefoot into the bathroom.

Y/N ran the bath while Penelope dimmed the lights and brought the abandoned wine glasses on from the bedside. The tub was filled with lavender and honey oils, the warm water almost glowing in the candle light.

They sank into the bath, limbs tangled, bodies soft, heads resting together in silence. Garcia kissed Y/N's temple and whispered, "Thank you..."

Y/N kissed her back, "Always, love."

They stayed in the water until the candles burned low, until the pain of the world faded into the warmth between them, and nothing else existed by skin, breath and the raw and unconditional safety of each other.

the look of love —pedri

that one interview from iker casillas but make it pedri

players come and go, in a chaos of interviews and journalists trying to get a big headline. i spot pedri quickly and realize he's walking straight to me, waving and saying hello to a couple people on the way.

he looks beautiful, as always, but the aura that surrounds him tonight is one of confidence and true happiness and i find myself not being able to take my eyes off of him as he approaches.

the camera man gets ready and i welcome him, "hi pedri, thank you for giving us some time", i say while he nods to me.

"first of all congratulations on the title! i know it's really hard to put it into words but tell us how you feel right now, after winning the first trophy of the season with the club", i say with a big smile.

the way he looks at me always makes a mess in my stomach, because he is the definition of heart eyes but right now, with the thin layer of sweat that's covering his forehead, those red cheeks he always has whenever he plays, and that sweet smile that drives me crazy it's hard not to be all over him.

he laughs, high on the thrill that winning gives him and drunk in the sight of you, "yeah it's always very special to win with my club, and specially against madrid, but it's even more exciting now that i have you here to celebrate with me."

my eyes widen and he laughs even harder now, his eyes getting smaller with each smile. my cheeks are now burning red, while a thousand spiraling thoughts cross my mind.

i guess we can call that one hell of a hardlaunch.

then a second later, his hand is on my cheek, my microphone is out of the way and he joins our lips together in a quick kiss, he pulls away an inch, then gives me a peck on the lips.

i let out a small sigh, "t- thank you for the interview" i manage to say in my most profesional voice, as his hand drops from my cheek and swiftly grabs my free hand.

"te quiero" (i love you), he mouths as he walks backwards and turns to leave to meet his teammates.

he just fucking KISSED ME on live TV.

i end the interview thanking the people watching the channel for choosing us and then my camera man and who is grinning like an idiot lowers the camera.

"well you DID get a big headline", he says, while i just cover my face with my hands giggling.

i'm soooo gonna kill him for this later.

dreamy boy —pedri

im making a habit of writing the dreams i have😭 so enjoy

"i swear to god if you keep playing quevedo i will literally drop you off in the middle of the road", you said pointing a hand gun to pedri as he laughed.

"you have no taste", he said shaking his head.

"im sick of your questionable music", you said and couldn't help to smile. his music taste was really not that diverse, it was pretty much all reggaeton. and you had been listening to it for three hours.

pedri and his friends from the team had organized a trip to frenkie's country house and you had agreed to meet there. you decided to drive and let him be your co-pilot, but that meant the music choice was part of his duty. and he was terrible at doing it.

"play some taylor swift so you at least comprehend a bit about good music while we arrive to the house", you told him and threw your phone at him. he let out a defeated sigh and played your music.

he was your best friend, your trusted companion, he was the one you told your lame jokes, and he was the one who cheered you up when you felt like giving up. he was the one person you were afraid to lose the most.

you arrived to frenkie's and him and his girlfriend mikky welcomed you, you settled in and waited for the rest of the guys to arrive. gavi and ansu joined next, and ferran with his girlfriend came later on.

the whole group stayed in the porch all afternoon, chatting and having a laugh. everyone was always so friendly, and even though they weren't all here, you could feel that the bond between teammates had grown, and they all had become a family. it was very sweet.

you and pedri were the last to go, everyone had left to cook dinner but you had stayed talking and time had moved too fast, maybe 15 minutes had passed since everyone had left and you realized that and stood up.

you were about to say something about going to help them with dinner, but pedri spoke first, well, it was more like he thought out loud. "i firmly believe i could never get tired of listening to you"

his words hit a very deep spot in you, and suddenly you were feeling too many things at once. you broke the distance and hugged him, maybe this was better than any word that could leave your mouth.

he hugged you tight and your face rested on the crook of his neck, and right there under the lights of the stars, all the butterflies broke loose. his thumb drew back and fourth on your waist. and you knew what all of those emotions were, you understood that weird feeling you had been feeling for a while.

it was simply love. you were in love with your best friend.

"can i do something?", he was lost in your smell, in your embrace, so he was pretty shocked when you asked the question.

he leaned back a bit , "what do you want to do?"

you looked at his pretty brown eyes, and didn't overthink it as you brought your lips together and softly kissed him. your hand found his cheek and you felt his recent beard under your touch. he kissed you back without hesitation, his pulse rocketing.

the moment was ruined by the sound steps. you two broke apart and turned to find mikky with widened eyes and a little smile.

"im sorry i didn't mean to interrump", she said quickly and left.

reality hit you. and you panicked, like really badly. pedri hadn't even understood everything that had happened mere seconds ago, but he had a feeling in his chest that it had been the right thing. he opened his mouth to say something, but you turned on your heels and left to your room.

was that the right thing to do? had you just threw years of friendship down the drain? thousands of questions circled your mind. you stayed on your room for a while, thinking about the feel of his lips on yours, and you kept wondering if that had been the one and only time you would kiss him.

you phone rang and it was a message letting you know dinner was ready. you took a deep breath and got out of your room.

you were thinking dinner would be very awkward but everything was nice. the boys had lighted a little fire on the back of the house and after you had dinner, you sat by the fire to eat some marshmallows.

pedri kept glancing at you, but he was trying to be as discreet as possible. once he saw you were finished eating, he got closer and softly spoke to you, "please help me get more wood", his breath brushed your ear, and you closed your eyes.

"yeah alright", you said. it was only going out to get more wood, nothing else. maybe you two would act like nothing had happened so things would not become weird between you.

you two started walking side by side, in silence. he counted the steps, measuring a good distance between the pair of you and the house full of people. after a couple of minutes he was sure nobody could see you and he couldn't keep it together any longer.

he grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, your gaze lifted from the grass to look at him and the second you eyes connected he took his other hand and placed it in the back of your head to bring your lips together.

he let it all, he let that kiss tell all the things that he didn't have the words for. all the times he had looked at you for a minute too long, all the times he had fixed his hair whenever you came to his house to hang out, how he enjoyed your head resting on his shoulder and how he loved to watch you dance around to the sound of your favorite songs. all those little things that deep down he knew would lead to bigger things, but that he was too afraid to discover. he wasn't afraid now, in fact, he was eager to find out what it would mean to be more than friends with you.

he broke the kiss, his eyes still closed, "why did you leave?"

"i panicked", you murmured. "i was feeling too much, and i was scared the kiss would've ruined our friendship"

he ran his thumb on your lower lip in a sweet gesture, "im crazy about you", he smiled.

you were sure your heart had never beaten that fast just like you were sure you were crazy about him too.

you got closer, mere inches away for his lips, "i would say the same if your playlist wasn't so horrible"

"oh shut up", he smiled and he kissed you again, and your hands went to his hair, and his hands went to your waist and it all felt like a dream. and this was a dream that neither of you wanted to wake up from.

Masterlist ♡

f1 drivers

charles leclerc

mastermind

lando norris

happier

the boy of my dreams

felipe drugovich

sunset

always you

my favorite person

mick schumacher

bright boy

flowers and rain

pierre gasly

gimme, gimme, gimme

oscar piastri

blind date

football players

pedri

i've got my eye on you

i've got my eye on you, too

dreamy boy

the look of love

mastermind –charles leclerc

this is for my f1 swifties <3

he surprised you coming home a day earlier. your heart stopped the moment you opened the door and he was standing there with a big smile on his face. it didn't matter that the two of you had been together for almost two years, you still couldn't believe how lucky you were to have charles all for yourself. he was like a dream.

since you hadn't seen each other for about 2 weeks, you spent all day cuddling and staying in bed, enjoying every bit of each other.

you were mumbling a taylor swift song when the reality hit you. "omg", you sat up straight, "you haven't listened to the new taylor swift album, have you?", you looked at him with a malicious smile forming on your lips.

he knew he wouldn't get out of this even if he lied, "no, not yet."

"well the time has come, my friend", you said and ordered alexa to play your favorite song on the album: mastermind.

the little melody started playing and you gave him a little peck on the lips. "this song reminds me of us", you murmured against his lips.

as taylor sang you started to dance around the room while he watched you sitting on the bed, with a giddy smile. he was mesmerized by you.

and the song did remind you of your relationship with charles. because at the end of the day, even when you wanted to blame it on the stars and fate, you had planned how everything would go when the two of you met.

nothing was accidental. you had been working in the motor industry for 3 years, trying to earn as much respect as possible and get as much experience as you could because working in the aston martin head quarters was one thing, but ultimately, your goal was to work in the aston martin f1 team.

so when your boss told you that he was invited to a special event related to formula 1, you did everything to convince him to take you with him, and eventually, he accepted. your opportunity had finally came. you would meet as many people as you could so maybe, in the future, the possibility to reach f1 would arrive.

but, you also had something else in mind. all the formula 1 drivers would attend to the event as well, and you were determined to gain something out of that. and charles leclerc was the target.

the monegasque driver was single, and you wanted to at least be introduced to him and make a good impression. this was the opportunity of a lifetime, so you wouldn't waste it.

you and your boss went to the special event, and it went incredible. the reason why your boss accepted you to come with him was to introduce you to some very important people, because he knew how much you wanted to work in f1 and he had witnessed how talented you were. so you shaked a lot of hands, and repeated your name over and over again.

however, something even more incredible happened. and it was all because of your persistence. it was very late, and the event was expected to end in any moment. you had heard that all the drivers had their own place in the salon, so you took that opportunity and sneaked into the private terrace the drivers had for themselves.

the place was empty except for a guy looking at the view. you couldn't see his face since you were behind him but you still recognized him. you swiftly joined his side, acting as calmed as possible.

"beautiful view, isn't it?", you said out loud, looking at him on the corner of your eye.

he nodded. "yes", he turned his head to face you, "very beautiful."

you smiled at him. and that was the beginning of it all.

months after that moment, you confessed to him that you had planned to somehow meet him that night, and he assured you he knew it.

"i had never seen you before, and the only people who were allowed to be in that terrace were all people i knew", he said smirking. "i still don't know how you got there", he intertwined his fingers with yours. "but i'm very glad you did. it was fate i guess."

"fate. and myself" , you winked at him.

you knew the song was ending and your favorite part was coming, you sat on his lap and murmured the lyrics very close to his face.

"i laid the groundwork and then saw a wide smirk on your face, you knew the entire time." , you grabbed his chin and sang the last few lyrics of the song. "you knew that I'm a mastermind, and now you're mine."

you kissed him sweetly, never getting enough of his lips. he broke the kiss and brought one of his hands to gently place it on your cheek. "i love you so much", he said with a bright smile, those dimples that you adored shining at plain sight.

always you –felipe drugovich.

slightly inspired for that one scene from little women

pov: felipe decides to confess his feelings for you after he finds out he might lose you.

"marcus snached that win from me really. it was a great move the one he did at the beginning of the race." clément goes on, he can't shut up about yesterday's race.

felipe rolls his eyes. "yeah well i really don't want to hear more about mar-"

"and now after that win he's definitely getting y/n to go with him on that trip he told me about, and since they've been seeing each other for some time he's gonna ask her for the real deal. you know i always thought y/n kind of liked you a bit but well-", clément says rapidly, but felipe feels every word like an heavy weight dropping on his heart.

"he's gonna do what?", felipe furrows his eyebrows. marcus and y/n in a serious relationship? he feels out of breath. the thought of losing you choking him.

"yeah he really likes her and she seems happy with him so he told me he would organize a trip and he would talk to her-"

"when? did he tell you when is the trip happening?", he stands up, as he grabs his phone to message you.

are you at the hotel?

he presses send.

"mmhm i don't know, he said he would tell her after the race but i don't know when or where are they going", clém says, weirded out by felipe's sudden change of mood.

"i gotta go, talk to you later", he quickly says as he heads out to go find you.

he won't let you go. he can't. no matter how much he tells himself you deserve better than him. and no matter how many times he tries to be with another girl, it doesn't change his feelings for you, those feelings that he tries to hide and bury deep inside of him.

his phone sounds. it's you.

yes.

you reply.

he's gonna tell you everything.

.

you're packing your stuff when you hear a knock on your door. it's him.

"hey", you say.

"hey. are you busy?", he asks.

"just packing", you answer. you shouldn't but you step aside and you let him in. like you always do.

he stays quiet for a bit as you come back to the bed to put the remaining things inside your bag.

"don't go on that trip", he lets out, with his face full of pain. the pain of fully losing you. and he hates how selfish he is. "don't go with him."

you freeze, hating him, hating this, hating what he still does to you. "don't you dare", you say, your lips forming a straight line, trying to pull yourself together before him. you keep your eyes on the bag, incapable of looking at him. there is no way he's doing this now, after all these years.

"i'm sorry", he shakes his head as he walks closer to you.

"so now that you've got no one, now it's the time that you decide to do this huh? when you have no one better, that's when you come for me.", your eyes water.

he doesn't hesitate to cup your cheeks and make you look at him straight in the eye, "don't you ever say that again. not when everytime i was with someone i compared them to you, always tired of thinking how would it be if they were you. and i got sick of it, sick of staying behind, sick of trying to deny how you've always been the one i want to be with. you are and will always be too good for me, but i can't let you go and lose forever the opportunity to be with you and become the man that you deserve."

tears fall from your eyes. you don't say a word, thoughts still running through your mind. he has always wanted you but never did because he thought he didn't deserve you?

"fuck you", you let out, looking to his eyes. he doesn't look away, he holds you gaze and he slightly nods.

"ask me to leave and i will", his hands don't leave your face. he knows you won't ask that. he knows you, he knows what he has to do, and what he wants to do.

"fuck you."

seconds that feel like years go by, until one of his hands goes behind your head and he closes the gap once and for all. the kiss is intense, fierce, there's no holding back now. you're both mad at each other for waiting so long for this to happen. your entire body is in flames, the kiss lightning up a fire in you. your hands are on his neck, you kiss him relentlessly.

you're both selfish, choosing each other after everything that has happened. him finally coming to you after you've been loving him all this time. and you choosing him even after that, because even though marcus makes you feel so special, you know you would always made this choice. it would always be felipe, no matter what, no matter after how long.

the kiss ends and you join your foreheads together, you can feel him slightly shaking his head.

"i love you", he says. "is it too late?"

you let out a sigh. "it will never be too late for you." and that's irrevocably the truth.

flowers and rain –mick schumacher.

short story i wrote a while ago <3

pov: you and mick took a break, but he shows up on your birthday to talk to you.

you hear a knock on your door. "did you guys order anything?", you ask your friends while you walk to the door. you open it and your heart starts jumping on your chest as you lock eyes with the last person you thought would be standing outside of your apartment. mick gives you a shy smile, holding on for dear life on the flowers he bought for you.

"happy birthday, sunshine", he says, and you can't help but want to wrap your arms around him and never let him go. all the emotions you have been pushing away for the past 4 months come at you like a wave, drowning you. your eyes water and you give in, closing the distance between the two of you. you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, closing your eyes, allowing yourself one moment of selfishness. you feel his arms quickly wrap around your waist and you inhale his minty scent, one that you never seem to get enough from.

"thank you, micky", you whisper against his ear. god you've missed him. the hug ends as you both separate from each other, although the minute that is over you are already missing the feeling of his body close to yours. you need to pull yourself together as he gives you the flowers. of course they have to be lilies, mick never forgets how much you love them. you accept them and you extend your arm and signal him to come inside. he does and you close the door, but he quickly stops and turns to look at you.

"i'm sorry i'm here this late", he says. "i just- really needed to see you, and wish you a happy birthday".

"it's fine, we stayed up chatting and all", you say. "mom and the girls came and we had a little party here".

speaking of them, angi calls out to you from your room. "y/n who is it? hurry up or we are gonna eat all the ice cream".

"i'm coming!", you yell at her.

"if you don't mind, i'd really like to talk to you", mick glances at the door and then at you again, feeling nervous. "but if you're busy i'll just-"

"no, don't go", you blurt, hating how needy you sound. but you cant stand the idea of him going away again. you are familiar with the pain that causes. "let me go tell them you're here and we can go to the rooftop and talk privately". you search for a vase to put the flowers on before going to your room. you open the door and put your hand on your mouth, still processing the fact that the boy you love is right outside waiting to talk to you.

your friends all give you confused looks.

"what's wrong? who was it?", mom asks you.

"mick is outside. he brought me flowers. and told me he needed to see me. and talk to me. and oh wish me a happy birthday like he doesn’t know that the best present i could receive is him standing outside of my door", you tell them as you simultaneously see them all open their mouths to form a perfect "o". "so i'm gonna leave you here, and i'm gonna go outside to talk to him, so behave", you say and you don't give them a chance to say anything as you slip away from the room and come back to mick. you both leave the apartment and take the stairs to the rooftop in silence.

what does he want to talk to you about? has he missed you like you've missed him? does he also want to get together because he finds that the world without you does not seem as colorful as it was before? is he gonna tell you he met somebody else and your break is more than over? thousand of questions swirl in your mind. you get to the rooftop and you take the both of you to the pair of chairs that are always in here but he shakes his head, as you hear thunder from afar.

"i would rather not sit. since i've been sitting during most of my trip", he says, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. he always does that when he's nervous.

you let out a sigh and decide to get this over with and finally know what's going on. "why are you here?"

"you know i've never been able to lie to you, even if i were, it would never be possible for me to hide how much i miss you. because i do, y/n, so fucking much", his blue eyes look sincere, and you feel the sudden need to cry. because it is obvious the break has affected you both the same way. "i understand why we decided to take a break, and it honestly seemed like the right call at the time, but it clearly wasn't. not when i can't seem to stop longing for you at every moment of the day. so i am here now, willing to put my heart out for you but most importantly willing to listen how you feel. and finally end this doubt that eats me alive every day.", his hands grip mine as he gives me a sweet look. "do you miss me too?"

"of course i do, micky. and this break has caused more pain than good. i know we were not in the best position when we decided to part ways for some time, but it was nothing compared to the hollow feeling that is not having you with me." you feel the first drops of rain on your skin, you let go of his hands and take your hands to cup his cheeks. "i love you, mick schumacher, and not even a hundred breaks could make that go away".

rain starts falling from the sky as he closes the gap between the two of you. he kisses you with a burning passion, trying to show you just how much he has thought about this moment. your hands go to his hair and his hands grip your hips. the rain keeps coming down on you. not all the words in the world could describe the kiss, and all the magic it came with it. you break the kiss breathless, and you can't help but to smile at the beautiful boy in front of you, with his red lips and his hair soaking wet.

"this kiss? and under the rain?", you murmur against his lips. "best birthday present i could ever receive". he laughs as you hug him, your head resting on his chest, and his head resting above yours.

"i love you. promise me you will never forget that." he says, closing his eyes.

"i promise", you vow, thinking you couldn't be more in love with him.

gimme, gimme, gimme —pierre gasly.

this one is for @goldxnweathxr 🧡

summary: one shot where y/n doesn't know who pierre is and they meet one night in greece during the summer break.

"bitch you better get ready we leave in two hours", val shaked my shoulders and got up to start doing her hair.

"look i love you guys and i now we swore to party the shit out of ourselves but we went out yesterday, and the day before, AND the day before. i'm exhausted", i said turning on the bed and lying face to face with the hard mattress.

it was not a comfortable bed but we didn't want to spend much money on a fancy greek hotel, so we found this house that rented rooms for a very little price and we didn't hesitate. it wasn't like we spent a lot of the time on the bed or even in the room since we spent most of the time visiting greece and partying. very much to say the least.

"ivan said this is the best party of the season, y/n. i swear if you don't wanna go out after tonight i'll even stay with you, but you gotta come with us", i heard angi's voice coming from the bathroom where she was taking a shower.

"my social battery ran out i swear", i whined.

"well nothing a few beers won't recharge", said val. "c'mon you'll get to wear that beautiful dress you bought the day we arrived. this is the perfect occasion."

"YES PLEASE YOU LOOK SO HOT IN THAT DRESS", angi screamed and i started laughing because god i don't know what i would do without these two freaks.

i turned and faced the ceiling. what was one more night of alcohol and dancing? i could do it. i wasn't gonna pretend like this was not the main reason we came to greece. i knew what i had signed up for. yes the sights were amazing but the parties were awesome.

so i pulled myself together. "fine, but you guys will pay for my drinks tonight, i don't care."

"don't be delusional", val and angi said at the same time and we all burst out laughing.

"well you idiots are forcing me to go, i want something in return", i got up and went to my suitcase to find the dark blue dress i was gonna wear.

"shut up and start getting ready, i want to do your makeup", val said and she clapped her hands, excited. how could i say no to that?

tonight will be a night to remember. i convinced myself and then i told angi to hurry so i could shower.

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we met up with ivan and his friends at his house that was two blocks down the street from where we were staying. ivan was our very much appreciated greek friend that had showed us around and got us into every party there was. we loved ivan, he was an angel.

"you ladies look gorgeous tonight", he greeted us. "especially you", he murmured to angi as he gave her a peck on the lips. oh summer love. the truth was the moment these two had laid eyes on each other there was no way to separate them. "we better get going then, tonight is gonna be crowded."

and boy he was not lying. the big party was at a private mansion and there were people everywhere. this seemed like a fancy rich private party and i had no idea how ivan got us in, but i was very glad i was wearing this fine dress.

the music was loud, and there was a heated atmosphere that surrounded the crowded mansion. ivan and his friends went to get us drinks as my friends dragged me to the dance with them.

we were laughing and dancing, having a pretty good time but i needed to pee. badly. but i also had no clue where the bathroom was so i quickly told my friends i'd be back in 5 and went to search for the bathroom. i went upstairs and found a hallway with a few closed doors, since there were people chatting –and some too deep in each other's throats to be chatting– hanging out in the hallway i assumed one of the doors lead to the bathroom.

i tried the first one on my right but it was locked so i got to the next one a few steps away and went the knob turned i opened the door. sadly what i encountered was not the bathroom but to random people having sex. i left out a gasp as i quickly walked backwards and slammed the door shut. but while i was trying to erase the image of what i had just witnessed i felt icy cold liquid pouring down my shoulder and getting my dress partially wet. i turned around to find a guy –a very hot guy– with wide eyes looking simultaneously at me and my wet dress.

"sorry love, but you gotta be more careful", he said. he spilled his drink over me and i gotta be more careful?

"yeah it's funny the fact that YOUR drink is all over me but I'm the one who has to be more careful huh", i shot back.

he had the nerve to laugh. at my face. "yes very funny how you got on my way while you were walking backwards and made me spill my drink", he said his eyes glistened with amusement. "my drink which i was very much enjoying i must say."

"you know what? never mind. i still have to find the bathroom", i quickly said looking one last time at his beautiful blue eyes as i went to the other door. my hand touched the knob when i heard his voice again.

"unless you want to see something your pretty eyes might regret later," yeah too late for that. " don't open that door. bathroom's on the last door on your left."

i didn't say thank you and i didn't even look at him as i went to the door he said and found myself entering a very luxurious bathroom. "well it's not that bad", i murmured to myself, watching my reflection on the mirror. yes one side of my dress, where the drink had gotten, was wet but i figured it would dry soon enough. so i quickly peed and came back to my friends, who somehow had gotten on a table and were dancing their asses off. val yelled at me to come join them but i said no, wanting to get a drink first but as i was about to leave i heard the song that started playing and i freezed. i turned to look at my friends to find them freezed as well. this has to be a dream. the song blasting through the speakers was "gimme, gimme, gimme" by abba and i wasted no time to get on the table with my friends, laughing and singing the lyrics to our favorite abba song.

i looked around, trying to spot ivan to ask him to take a video of us but to my surprise the guy my eyes landed upon was mr. icy cold drink. we locked eyes and he smirked, waving a hand at me. i shaked my head and turned to my friends, dancing as the song ended. my two best friends wrapped their arms over me and we all hugged, laughing.

"this has to be the best thing we've done here", angi said.

the three of us got off the table and spotted ivan coming towards us. he quickly took angi by the waist and started dancing with her, and me and val went to find someone to dance with. the music was loud, and i was moving my hips to the beat when i felt a pair of hands on my hips and someone sincronizing their hips to mine, dancing to the song. my back was pressed into someone's chest and i turned my face to see who it was, i found a familiar face and i couldn't avoid the laugh i let out.

"i can't escape you, can i?", i said turning to face mr. icy cold drink. still moving to the sound of the music i put my hands on his chest and i took a moment to properly look at him. why is he following me around? and how is he so fucking hot? his blue eyes locked in mine and he casually bit his lower lip as he moved my hands from his chest and placed them around his neck.

he smiled. "i kinda feel bad about the dress."

"you will have to make up for it then", i raised my eyebrows. truth was? i was starting to forget about the dress incident. this man was so handsome i couldn't seem to take my eyes off of him, and yes he had acted like a prick upstairs but now that i had those perfectly shaped lips so close to me, i couldn't get away. call me weak.

"deal", he didn't even hesitate. he gripped my hips and got closer. we moved in perfect sync. and danced, and danced, for what it felt like forever and not enough at the same time. song after song our connection only seemed to get better, the tension building between us like a freaking lego set. i didn't want to make it easy though, because then where was all the fun?

he was mere inches from my face as he got closer and when our lips briefly touched i turned and pressed my back against his chest. moving my hair to one side exposing my neck, i turned my face to see him. i felt his hot breath on my neck, and he started to leave kisses on the exposed area.

"this is the game you're going to play huh?", he whispered in my ear, and i started to notice a bit of an accent in his voice. he quickly grabbed me and turned me to face him, he pressed his hands on my lower back and as we were dancing, his mouth started to explore my neck. i closed my eyes while he left wet kisses on my neck, and then he slowly reached my jaw and kissed it, going up and up he stopped very closed to my lips. one of my hands went up to his hair and when i thought he was going to join our lips together he swiftly placed his mouth next to my ear. "wanna get out of here?", he asked.

now it was my turn to murmur on his ear, "i don't even know your name."

"i'm pierre. pierre gasly" french. that explains the accent. "what about you?"

"i'm y/n y/ln", i replied.

"well then, y/n. wanna get out of here?", he smirked, and when i nodded he took my hand in his and lead us out of the party.

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"here's where i've been staying for the past weeks", he said.

pierre was staying at a beach house, a very fancy one. he parked his car and we got off the car. i quickly sent a text to the groupchat saying that i was fine, and that i went out with a hot french boy so my friends wouldn't worry later. he opened the door and took my hand to guide me through the house.

"so you don't live here huh", i said, admiring the beautiful house.

"it's a nice place to live, but no, unfortunately. i'm only here for my summer break vacations", pierre said and took us to the pool area.

"what do you do for a living?", i asked genuinely curious. maybe his family has a big business, he definitely makes a lot of money.

"i'm a chauffeur", he said, smiling wide with amusement. he's probably a playboy that's why he wont tell me what he does for a living. all right, i can play this game.

"oh then i should hire you, i suppose...if you're free. you know you can't tell this to anybody but i'm actually a princess and i very much need a chauffeur to drive me around", i leaned into him in secrecy, playing along with this charade.

he took his time looking at my lips, driving me insane, and then his eyes came back to mine. "i'm at your service whenever you need a ride", he winked at me.

the pool was huge and illuminated. i felt so alive tonight, like he woke up something fearless in me. i dropped his hand and took my heels off then jumped into the pool without overthinking it, surprised to feel the not-at-all cold water. i looked up from the pool to where he stood and i smiled at pierre, "don't leave me all alone here, gasly."

he shaked his head, smiling and he started to unbutton his shirt. i wasn't trying to hide my gaze on him. every inch of him was muscle, his well trained body looked as if an old sculpturor had carved him delicately. he was insanely beautiful, every little detail about him. ok stop drooling, you fool. he took his shoes off and joined me at the pool at once.

"you know..", he said, wrapping his strong arms around my waist, "this dress is now too wet."

"a shame, truly", i said, intoxicated by his voice, and i put my hands around his neck.

"so, i believe we should get rid of it", as soon as those words left his lips, the world seemed to stop. and then his hands moved delicately to the zip on my back, his fingers lingered there and his eyes searched mine for confirmation.

"i believe so too", our noses touching he slowly unzipped my dress and then undressed me in the pool, leaving me only wearing my panties. i almost shook when i felt his big hands roaming on my back, wanting to touch every part of me.

i wrapped my legs around him, and just in queue he joined our lips together. the kiss started as a sparkle, he was surprisingly sweet and gentle, my hands lost in his hair, one of them went to the base of his neck, and that was the moment the kiss turned into a fucking firework. i opened my mouth letting his tongue in. we kissed each other like we were the last two people on earth, and we couldn’t have enough of one another. he bit my lower lip, as one of his hands went down to grab my ass, and by doing so i was even more pressed to him, and i could feel how hard he was.

"there's no way i'm fucking you in a pool", he murmured against my lips and i felt him adjust his hands, one on my ass and one on my back, i smiled against his lips and held on tight to him as he took us both out of the pool. i started to kiss his jaw, dropping slowly to his neck, while he took us to the room. i could feel his grip on my ass tightened when i kissed his neck, softly biting and then easing it off with my tongue. i heard a door opening and next thing i knew, he was kissing me again, his lips like a drug, only making me want more and more.

he gently put me down, my back hitting a soft mattress, his lips dropped to my collarbone, and then went lower. one of his hands grabbed my breast and his mouth went to the other, taking my nipple into his mouth, stealing soft moans from me, as he bit it and then swirled his tongue around it. then his mouth went lower, past my navel and stopped at my inner thigh. his hands carelessly touching my thighs grabbed the elastic of my underwear and pulled it down slowly, my core throbbed in anticipation, but just when one of his hands touched my entrance, i took his hand and stopped him, gathering every bit of control i had left.

"you're still wearing clothes", i looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

"that won't be a problem for long, then", he replied, and then stood, looking at me with hunger in his eyes.

"let me do the honors", i said and before i lost the impulse and i got on my knees and my hands traveled to the button of his pants. after they were unbuttoned he quickly took them off, and then my hands couldn't avoid to go to his firm abdomen to touch him before sliding my fingers into the elastic band of his boxers and setting his dick free. he catched my intentions and before i could grab him he put my hand away and softly pushed me back on the bed, he bent over and kissed me again.

"in bed we play my game, princess", he murmured against my lips.

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3 days had passed since that crazy night. the day after it we spend it together at his house and then he dropped me off at my not-so-fancy room. not that he cared though, i smiled remembering us in the small room that was luckily empty, my friends being outside visiting some place with ivan.

"this mattress is so fucking uncomfortable i feel like we're laying on the ground", he had murmured against my lips. i couldn't repress my smile.

"suck it up, fancy boy", i had said, kissing him fiercely, soaking up every moment with him because i knew whatever this was would end soon, and a part of me didn't want to accept it.

after we slept together in my room, we said goodbye. pierre explained to me that he had a busy week at work so he had to leave the island, so we parted ways, him going to god knows where and me staying with my friends for a few more days in greece.

val, angi and me were laying all together in our bed watching an old movie when someone knocked on the door. i got up to open it, thinking it would probably be ivan, but to my surprise it was the kind lady who had rented us the room and was in change of everything.

"hello", she said smiling at me."this package was dropped off for y/n."

confusion filled me. i thanked her and took the small white box and looked ay my friends with furrowed eyebrows. i put the box on the bed and the three of us just stared at it for a moment. after snapping back to reality i sat on the bed and opened it. the first thing i saw was a handwritten note i took it and read it out loud, my heart beating faster and faster with every word.

"you seriously didn't belive i was a chauffeur right? see you on friday, princess. text me when you get here", i looked up from the note to my friends, processing the words written on the piece of paper. "pierre."

he had left his phone number after his name. my eyes darted to the insight of the box to see a single silver shining paddock pass. i looked at my friends again, shocked. val was the first one to break the silence.

"so are we gonna pretend we know what a paddock pass is?"

angi took his phone and quickly googled it, a gasp coming out of his mouth. "holy shit", she said, smiling wide. "it's a formula 1 pass, like the most vip shit there is."

i was still processing the fact that he had came back to me, sent this pass for me to go see him. but now it all hit me at once, a quiet laugh that then turned into a loud one escaped my lips. oh my god i slept with a fucking formula 1 driver.

bright boy – mick schumacher.

summary: oneshot where y/n is sebastian's daughter and mick's best friend. and you and mick are in love with each other but still haven't said anything about it.

all fluff <3 this one is for @esserenorris

also i made stroll an asshole in this so sorry for that ig🤪

"and mick schumacher crosses the line securing p6 for haas"

you started to jump up and down, shouting for mick, but you stopped abruptly when the entire aston martin garage turned to look at you with judgy eyes.

yup it definitely was not the right thing to do nor the right place to be giving the fact that both aston martin were out of the points in this race. stroll finishing p17 and your dad finishing p13. you calmed down, trying to hide the big smile from your face as you removed your headphones and quietly made your way out of the garage, heading straight to mick's.

when you entered, you quickly said hello to a few friends from the haas team, all wearing big smiles. although you couldn't show it as much as you wanted (because your dad drove for another team) you had always loved haas. they were a relatively small crew and because of this everyone was close to each other, it felt like a family. and because you spent so much time with mick, you were familiar with most of the people who worked there, and they were always very friendly to you.

you spotted mick talking to his engineer in the pit lane and you waited until he was back to talk to him. his eyes lighted up when he saw you, he quickly opened up his arms and you ran to him hugging him by the neck. his strong arms wrapped around you tightly, he couldn't resist to pick you up. you both starting to laugh, all the happiness and the pride making a mess in your stomach.

words weren't enough to describe how happy you were for this boy. you two had been close friends for many years and you had been there for him at every step before he had joined formula 1. he was a brilliant driver and it was so amazing to see him succeed.

he let you down, releasing you from the hug. you were quick to speak as you knew he had somewhere to be and your dad was probably getting out of his car right at this moment. "amazing drive out there, micky" you said looking into his blue eyes, the most beautiful eyes you'd ever seen in your 20 years of life. "i'm incredibly proud of you"

he quickly brought his hands to his face, still processing the fact that he had scored points again. but most importantly, taking in your words. he dropped his hands to his side, his smile bigger than ever. he got lost in your beauty, in your presence. he knew you had sneaked out of the aston garage to be there for him, even though your dad had warned you not to. "it means the world to me, thank you y/n" you mean the world to me. that's what he wanted to say, but luckily he didn't get lost in the rush of this moment and let out some sort of love confession. he quickly hugged you again as he said goodbye, cursing the fact that he had to leave you to go with the press. god you drove him mad.

you said goodbye and watched him go as you stood there, smiling and giggling like an idiot until you remembered that you had to run back to the garage to see your dad.

he caught you entering the garage and raised an eyebrow, he too was leaving to go do the post-race interviews. you rapidly gave him a hug. "i was in the bathroom", you said you guilty eyes giving you away.

"yeah try to convince them about that", your dad reply with a chuckle. sebastian wasn't stupid, he knew his daughter and he was 100% sure were you had gone. these two will be the end of me. the truth was, he had no problem with your friendship with mick –as you well knew– but the aston martin team had talked to sebastian complaining about how bad it looked that their driver's daughter was the #1 haas fan. so he had asked you to stay low and not be so openly enthusiastic about your love for mick for a bit, until the team had calmed. but of course you hadn't listened. you and mick hadn't left each other's side for years, this time would not be any different. he couldn't resist the little smile that formed on his lips. you two shared a confidential look and he exited the garage.

you spotted stroll talking to one of the engineers and you two exchanged glances. you decided you needed to do something to clean up the little mess you did today so you approached him with a fake smile that you were hoping would look honest enough. "a shame the car is still not 100% performing. i hope we do better next week"

"thanks beautiful, yeah i hope so too", he winked at you. "i also hope schumacher doesn't get in the way again. he was driving like a mad man and the car was definitely not the same after our inconvenience in the track at the start of the race", he said and then left. god you couldn't stand that guy. mick was just doing his job and stroll was actually the one who didn't give him enough space. but you knew very well lance would never admit that he had made a mistake.

you went to the press area to see the drivers, hoping to see mick, already missing him and wanting to talk to him again. butterflies made their way into your stomach when you found him a few meters away from you, laughing at the interviewer. he was glowing today. well, he was always glowing, but today he was as bright as the sun.

"the last few races have ignited something in him", you heard gina's voice and you turned to your side, not really knowing when she had arrived. you had been to busy staring at her brother. "he's getting his confidence back."

"he is", you said with a smile. "and i know having you and cori here with him in the last two races means everything to him." family was the most important thing in the world for mick. that's one of the many things you loved about him.

"i'm sure you being here is also important to him", gina said looking at you. she–as well as pretty much everyone– could see how much you two loved each other and was rooting for you to confess your feelings. she couldn't believe how it hadn't happened yet, but she also knew that mick was a perfectionist and he was probably waiting for the perfect moment. but c'mon now these two have been breathing for each other for so long it's about time they finally get together. "you're very special to him you know."

what you didn't know was how it was possible to feel so much love for a person. you had been in love with mick schumacher ever since you made fun of his bad taste in haircuts back when you were younger. he was your best friend, your person, the one you told everything and the one who always was there for you no matter what. but the truth was that you didn't fully know if he felt the same way. you two had had years knowing each other and although he had never expressed any romantic feelings towards any other person, he also had never expressed he was in love with you either. and so that little doubt always made you think twice about telling him about your feelings. because if you were wrong and he was in fact not in love with you and the whole friendship broke, you would never ever recover. "yeah and he is special for me as well" so very special.

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you came back back to the garage after agreeing with mick to meet here after the usual team meeting that happened after every race. you were sat and you were checking your phone when you heard footsteps. you looked up expecting to see mick. but it was not him.

it was stroll.

"hey i was expecting to see you here", he said without his normal cocky smile. you said hey back, weirded out by the fact that he for some reason wanted to see you.

"father told me you had a little love display in the haas garage. again", he said as he took a few steps closer to you. you leaned back, realizing that if he came any closer he would have you trapped against the wall. you were not afraid of lance, but you also didn't want to put on a show because at the end of the day he was the boss' son, and he was in charge.

"i quickly said congrats to mick. i will try to do it privately next time. so your father doesn't get upset again", you said practically spiting the words. it was so stupid that you were doing this, but you knew your father would appreciate you not getting into a fight. you were a vettel after all, and he knew you didn't like to take shit from anybody.

"he would like that, yes", he said getting a bit more closer to you, making your blood boil. "i would like that too"

who did he think he was cornering you like an animal? "and i would like for you to take a few steps back" you said looking at his eyes, refusing to show him any sort of fear, knowing all he wanted to do was intimidate you for the solely purpose to prove that he was able to do it.

"yeah back off mate", said that voice you were so used to. lance slowly turned his head to look at mick, still staying in the same place. you looked at mick too, his jaw clenched. great. if these two get to it my dad will kill me.

"look who it is!", said stroll, that infamous smile returning to his lips. "the mad man of the track."

"i don't see you taking the few steps back", mick said signaling with his head for lance to back off.

"it's getting late. let's go mick", you said trying to shift the focus of the conversation you stood up pushing lance a bit and grabbed your bag. mick came closer to the two of you and put his hand on your lower back. as you two starting walking away from stroll, he suddenly grabbed your wrist.

"i'm not finished talking to you", lance said, pulling you away from mick's side.

mick quickly turned, cheeks red as he was very angry. he put a finger on lance's chest, looking him straight in the eyes. "don't", he said.

lance slowly looked at the finger mick had pointing at him, and he threw it aside. "i just want to talk to her."

"let her go", mick said, losing the remaining patience he had left. mick was not a violent person, but he couldn't stand stoll touching you. specially after he knew that dickhead wanted to fuck you, like he had heard him say a while back.

"we'll talk later, lance. we have somewhere to go", you said and stroll dropped his grip on your wrist. without wasting a second you grabbed mick's hand and left the aston martin garage. you two walked quietly in silence, then realizing you were holding hands. you were about to let mick's hand go but then he gently squeezed it and his grip tightened.

you got so lost for a second in the feeling of his palm against yours, that you forgot about the whole incident that had just happened.

"i was so close to punch him i can't believe it", mick said looking at you. you let out a nervous laugh, and also did he.

"as much as i would have liked it, imagine the mess that could make", you said. you two finally reached mick's car, you dropped his hand and got inside.

"i know but if he dares to put a hand on you again i'll seriously punch him", mick said completely sure about it.

"no punching, rocky. it'll be okay. he was just being a bitch because of the whole i-can't-look-like-a-haas-fan situation"

"ugh. i can't wait for sebastian to switch team next year."

"yeah tell me about it."

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a week passed. and there was a lot on mick's mind. but there was one that he couldn't escape from. you.

the whole incident with stroll had left mick thinking about how much he disliked stroll, but most importantly about how much he disliked the idea of a guy who liked you being near you. mick wanted the perfect occasion to confess his feelings for you. feelings he couldn't hide anymore. he was utterly mesmerized by you, and he'd be damned if he waited too long and he lost his chance with you. he'd do it soon. he was done being scared of losing his friendship with you. he needed to tell you everything.

it was the austrian gp and haas was looking stronger than ever. after magnificent qualifying yesterday, mick would be starting from p6. the race was about to begin and you were praying to every God out there that it would be a good and safe race. after 57 laps hamilton and verstappen crashed ending in a dnf for both mercedes and red bull, moving leclerc to first place, norris to second and sainz to third, mick behind him in p4. if this continued like this, this would be the best result for mick in his formula 1 career and you wanted to throw up from all the excitement. there were 9 laps to go when suddenly sainz's car started to go slower and slower until it was confirmed that he would have retire the car due to an engine failure.

you almost lost your mind as you sprinted out of the aston martin garage without a shadow of a doubt. as soon as you entered the haas garage they gave you a pair of headphones to listen to the race. you went to gina and cori and the three of you held hands as you watched the race with your heart feeling like it would jump out of your chest. mick passed the chequered flag as the three of you hugged, sharing tears, screams and joy. you went to talk to mick on the radio, waiting for güenther to congratulate mick on that p3.

"P3 MICK ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC! THIS IS THE BEST DAY WE COULD'VE HAD WE ARE VERY PROUD OF YOU. ENJOY IT" , güenther said, tears in his eyes. you took a moment to look around at the whole garage with tears in their eyes and the biggest smiles. the love everyone had for your best friend never failed to amaze you. you would certainly remember this day forever. you turned to hear what gina was saying to mick when you caught your name.

"is y/n there? oh my god tell her this one's for her as well", mick said, you thought you might die as you heard the words. gina signaled you to speak to him and you did it.

"i'm here micky. i couldn't be prouder. enjoy it. you deserve this so so much." you couldn't believe this was happening and it was unbelievable that you could even muster words. tears were falling down your cheeks.

"das ist für gina, mama, papa und für dich" (this is for gina, mom, dad and for you) "P3 BABY LET'S FUCKING GO!"

all the team went to celebrate with him, as you waited all three cars to get to their positions. he got out of the car, standing on it he threw a kiss at the sky. he got off the car and ran to his team, hugging them all. the happiness so visible in him that you wanted to start crying again. and then it all happened at once.

you locked eyes with him, and he removed his helmet looking at you like you were the most important thing in the world right now. you were a bit behind the little fence that separated the team from him, but everyone seemed to watch the two of you getting lost in each other's sight and it was like everyone took a step back, leaving you a little path to walk to him. you ran to him and as you got closer he cupped your face with both of his gloved hands and joined your lips together,  your hands going to the back of his neck. the kiss was like a hurricane, like everything in the world was spinning but you two held the other steady. it was passionate, it was a kiss that you two craved and had craved for years. you two forgot about everyone for a moment, and it was only you and him and your lips on his.

the kiss ended and his gloved hands never left your face when he said "i am absolutely in love with you. and i can't believe i waited so long to finally tell you. you're my one and only and i- i just love you so much"

your heart was definitely about to get out of you chest as you gave him a quick peck on the lips and finally said the words you too had waited too long to say "i'm crazy for you, mick schumacher, more than words can explain", you said, both of you smiling. he gave you a kiss in the forehead and then left to meet the other two drivers of the podium.

as you watched him get away reality hit you. you had kissed micky. your boy. he was also crazy about you. and thousands of people had just witnessed your first kiss with who you felt was the love of you life. oh my god my dad probably watched that.

little did you know sebastian had watched it, and couldn't be happier for the two of you. firmly believing his daughter couldn't be in better hands than mick. his talented, gentle and sweet boy. he would risk it all of the two of you and he couldn't erase the smile off his face.

most drivers approached mick to congratulate him. making you even prouder to see how everyone loved and appreciated him. the podium was very emotional, you shared tears again with pretty much everyone, and mick waved at you from up there, spraying champagne all over the crew. god he looked like a dream up there all wet in champagne, the biggest smile on his face.

"finally mate!", charles patted mick on the back as they were exiting the podium.

"yeah i feel like i'm dreaming", mick said. and he meant it. not only the podium finish clouding his mind but also the kiss you two had shared, replaying in his head over and over again. they said goodbye and as he was leaving for the haas trailer sebastian approached him. oh god. mick had a lovely relationship with the four time world champion, they had shared beautiful moments together but then it hit him that it hadn't been exactly perfect to kiss his daughter like that in front of so many people. mick opened his mouth to start speaking but he didn't have a chance as sebastian embraced him in a big hug, tears forming in vettel's eyes.

"i'm so incredibly proud of you, my boy. just like i know he is as well", seb said with a big smile on his face. "the first podium of many! let's just hope you don't kiss the face off my daughter every time you get one", he raised his eyebrows. mick's cheeks heated as he heard the words.

"yeah about that... i know it was not ideal to put on a love display like that but i couldn't help it, seb. i love her. i truly do. i've loved her for years. and i swear i will do everything in my power to keep her safe and give her all the love and respect she deserves." he said meaning every word.

"i couldn't trust anyone else more to be with y/n, you're a great young man mick. everyone in the family appreciates you deeply."

"it means a lot to me, seb." mick's respect for the man in front of him was indescribable, and he held his words close to his heart.

.

you were resting on the side of mick's car waiting for him. he agreed to see you there. you saw him walking towards you, you smiled at him, thinking of how breathtaking he was.

"hey you", he said when he finally got to the car.

"hello mr p3", you joked.

"let's get out of here fast because i promised i wouldn't let more people see us kissing today", mick said looking at your lips. you threw your head back laughing and got into the passenger seat. you two drove off the paddock, mick intertwined your hands and rubbed his thumb on your hand, feeding the butterflies in your stomach.

you and mick decided to go to a coffee shop you liked, it had a beautiful view of austria and you ordered a couple coffees. it was a small place, kind of hidden away so that was what you liked the most. it felt sort of private.

mick held your hand that was resting on the table and you looked at his beautiful blue eyes. "so how long have you been crazy about me?", mick wiggled his eyebrows and laughed.

"yeah how long have you been absolutely in love with me?", you asked him, playing the same card.

"i guess it's safe to say for as long as i've known you. you know, i think i always knew you were the one for me", he said shyly. you couldn't love him more, your heart was doing pirouettes and you felt like you could faint.

"i truly can't believe it took us that long to finally speak about this", you said. "i have to admit there was a part of me that was scared the love was not mutual."

"then you must be dumb because i honestly think i proved that i was head over heels for you on a daily basis", he shaking his head.

"oh i am the dumb one? are you sure about that? i've had a crush on you for as long as i can remember you idiot", you laughed. "i think at this point everyone knew we were in love with each other except for us."

"yeah gina pretty much confirmed that like an hour ago", mick confessed.

you drank your coffee and discussed everything about the day you both had. one that would forever remember. you came back to the hotel you were both staying in, waiting to get ready to go out later in the night to celebrate the podium with the fellow drivers. mick accompanied you to your room. you opened the door and let him in. as soon as you closed the door mick couldn't resist anymore so he grabbed your chin and gave you what it first started as a sweet kiss, you both getting familiar with your lips. but then mick's hands gripped your waist and he deepened the kiss, his tongue finding yours. your hands went to his hair. he pushed you against the wall. mick was hungry for the taste of you, and he knew just how much he had desired to have you in his arms like this, with his mouth against yours. you broke the kiss with a smile you couldn't avoid.

"i love this. i love you. but we should stop here because we need to start getting ready for the party." you said, sure that if this continued like this it would end in the two of you on the bed. with no clothes on.

"right. i should get going", mick said with a grin, fixing his hair and his shirt. he reached for the door and opened it but as he turned to say goodbye to you, you couldn't resist his red lips so you pushed the door closed and grabbed his face in your hands, joining your lips once again. fuck it. you thought. the party can wait.

the boy of my dreams– lando norris.

summary: one shot where you're the mclaren photographer and can't get lando out of your head. and he can't get you out of his head either.

nsfw at the end.

his hands. all over your body. his lips. on yours.

it was all too much. and everytime it started  to get really intense, that's when you woke up.

now, it is not entirelly professional to get this kind of unholy thoughts about the person you work for. but you couldn't help it. as much as you tried.

you knew it would be hard not to fall for the drivers the moment you took the job as the official mclaren photographer, but you insisted that you would get your hormones at bay and try not to mess anything up. working in formula one has always been your dream. since you were born, you have always loved the feeling of capturing a moment on camera and keep it with you. and for as long as you can remember, there was nothing more that you wanted to photograph than those fast cars. your love for photography has always been tighted with your passion for f1, so now that you found your way into the sport, the least you could do is try not to lose the job you worked hard to get.

you could fall for any driver (not that you should tho) but you cannot fall for a mclaren driver. under any circumstance. you made that promise to yourself the moment they contacted you. there are plenty of handsome men to look at on that damn grid. you knew you're were not here to behave like a hormonal  fifteen year old, but you knew it is very hard no to stare at the talented men around you. but the only exception is the mclaren boys. they need to be out of the equation.

that's what you kept repeating yourself. over and over again. and yet there he was, in your mind. in your dreams.

what is it with lando norris? and how could you get him out of your head?

that's the million dollar question. one that you would give everything to know.

there are three team photographers, one that focuses on the fans and crew. one that focuses on daniel. and one that focuses on lando.

you started working with the team last year, and they assigned you the fans part of the job. you did an amazing work, perfectly capturing the enthusiasm and all that papaya love and pride through your lenses. you made a really good impression on the team, so when lando's photographer had to quit, they didn't think twice to move you and assign you as his photographer.

that's when it all started to get messy.

you had kept your distance since the beginning (as much as you could) and you were so focused on showing everyone that you deserved to be there, on trying to make the team proud, that you didn't pay a lot of attention to the handsome british boy. of course you sometimes got a bit distracted on the garage, with his laugh and his funny comments. and his smile. and the way he always lighten up the room. and how he changed when he was focused, the way his eyes glistened with determination, and intensity. ok maybe you sometimes stared at him a bit too much. but it was alright. as long as it didn't escalate into something more.

but then the change happened, and you got to meet him. and you found yourself following him around all the time, taking pictures of him, studying every angle of his face, his body, his car. and it obviously escalated to the point where he intruded in your dreams every night and wouldn't leave your head for five seconds.

how professional.

and the worst part was not only that you felt highly attracted to him but it was the fact that you felt like... he kinda felt something towards you as well.

.

water. cold water. that's what he needed after yet another dream. he had lost count of how many times he had dreamt with you. and it wasn't quite a happy ever after kind of dream. it was rough. and intense. and hot. and so unprofessional.

he cursed himself over and over again everytime. he had the opportunity to be with all the girls he wanted, and yet he couldn't stop thinking about his photographer. that sweet, beautiful, fierce woman who gave it everything for a perfect shot. who was always so patience, and kind towards everyone. so funny and charming. he thought you were cute since the beginning, but since you had the fans part of the work you weren't around him that much so he never had a chance to get to know you or anything. but now it was different. now everywhere he looked, you were there. you two would laugh about the same jokes, and be around each other most of the time.

and that was not helping the crush he had on you. and it was so wrong, although he doubted anyone at mclaren would say anything if he shot your shot and asked you out. but he knew if things didn't work out, you might lose your job or it would be highly awkward.

he told himself it would pass. that he needed to get his needs out and take another girl home so he could get you out of his mind. but it was no use.

and it was not easy to deal with the kind of thoughts that came to mind everytime he caught you looking at him. because then all his dreams would came back, and they would be stuck in his head. and all he would want to do would be making every single one come true.

.

it was the monaco grand prix where he decided to shoot his shot with you. the pair of you would not take your eyes off each other by that time of the season, and you had spent so much more time than necessary around each other. the sexual tension was so visible that you had even flirted as a joke a couple of times, but every time it would start getting more serious until he decided to go for it.

it was quali day and you and lando were about to part ways as he got into his trailer, but before you left he called your name.

"let's make a bet", he said eyes full of determination.

"i'm terrible at bets", you responded, looking up from your camera.

"hear me out", he said. "if i get into the top three today, you have to go on a date with me."

red painted your cheeks as you laughed and looked around to see if anyone had heard what he had said.

"i've been trying very hard to keep it professional between us, norris. don't destroy my effort", you said, bringing a hand to your chest in a gesture of innocence.

the way you called him by his last name never failed to turn him on, but he didn't let that distract him from the rest of what you said.

"so that means that you have thought of us in that way. you and i both know our efforts to keep it professional will fail eventually. i can't get you out of my mind, no matter how much i try. and i know you're afraid that this might mess things up with the team", he blurted, caught up in a rush. "so let's have faith tell us what we should do. if everything goes in my favor today", he came closer to you, not letting your eyes for a second, "you go out with me. would that be so bad?", his eyes dropped to you lips and stayed there for what it felt like hours and then returned to your eyes.

you had run out of air and were struggling to keep it together after all the things he had said. of course you had thought of going out with him. for fuck's sake you had thought of him doing all kinds of dirty things to you. and now he was here saying that he thought of you too. you replied quickly before you could change your mind.

"you got yourself a deal then"

.

"lando norris will start the 2022 monaco grand prix in front row as he finishes his flying lap, securing himself p2 on tomorrow's race"

the post race glow he had was almost poetic as you flashed your camera at him. everyone went up to congratulate him but you stayed away taking pictures, wanting to congratulate him privately. you were incredibly proud of the way he drove today and you wanted to tell him. you took pictures while the interviewer talked to him and after he finished, he went straight to the trailer excusing himself saying that he needed to pee real quick. you went after him to quickly talk to him before the other interviews started.

"hey, lucky boy", you called him and he turned  right outside the doors of the trailer. "congratulations today, you were really incredible out th-"

you couldn't finish the sentence because suddenly both of his hands were cupping your cheeks and his lips were on yours. it was a quick kiss. it all happened so fast. by the time you realized what had happened he put distance between you, smiling wide.

"LANDO!", you blurted, your eyes wide. he threw his head back laughing, drunk on the feeling of being invincible.

"see you tonight", he said as he turned and went inside the trailer, leaving you processing everything that had happened. you snapped out of your stupor and walked away, butterflies making a mess on your stomach.

he had kissed you. lando norris, the mclaren driver you should stay away from, had kissed you. and all you could think of was how you wanted him to do it again, and again, and again.

.

i'm taking you to my favorite restaurant for our date. i'll pick you up at 7 :)

you read the text he sent over and over again. still struggling to believe that this was real. you and lando, on a date. the simple idea had you giggling like a fool. you put on the fancy dress you had packed on your bag for the team's party and started to work on your makeup.

he picked you up. the ride to the restaurant was full of laughs and comments about qualifying.

"as i was saying before you interrupted me today, you were incredible out there. i'm so proud of you and that p2", you said looking at him drive. you couldn't help but think about how hot he looked with one hand on the wheel and wearing that black shirt. but your thoughts spun out of control when he moved his free hand and placed it on you bare thigh.

"that means a lot to me, it really does", he said looking at you for a bit. "But i wouldn't have changed interrupting you today."

his hand on your thigh, his comment about today, everything seemed to pause for a moment.

"this is not professional, lando. we are gonna get in trouble. i'm specially gonna get in trouble", you said, reality hitting you.

"let's forget about the trouble for tonight, love", he said, rubbing his thumb on your thigh, distracting you from everything for a second. "if we have to face the team, we'll face them together."

this night could change everything. for better or for worse. but you carried on, willing to enjoy this date with the guy of your dreams. you placed your hand on top of his as you both continued the ride to the restaurant.

lando reserved the restaurant's rooftop so you could enjoy your privacy. the place was amazing, with a perfect view of monaco glowing in the night. the food was delicious as well. you two spent the night talking and enjoying each other's company. everything was so easy with him. you both were so used to being around each other that everything just felt right.

after dinner, you stood up and went to the edge of the rooftop to take pictures of the beautiful view and lando joined you by your side.

"you know, you look pretty all the time, specially in mclaren clothes", he whispered close to you. "but you look stunning tonight."

you felt your cheeks get warm for the comment. who would have thought lando could have such a way with words. you were so used to him messing around and never being so serious that you never thought of the other facets he might have.

"i would very much prefer you on your race suit, because god knows what that curse thing does to me, but i gotta admit you also look pretty handsome tonight", you replied, taking your eyes off monaco and looking at his pretty eyes. those eyes were a better view than anything else in the world.

"mmhm. now i'm intrigued. what sort of things does the race suit do to you?", he placed his hands on your hips, and you put your hands on his chest.

"that is something you'll find out after a couple of dates, norris. don't get ahead of yourself."

"if you call me like that again i will not be responsable for what i do.", he said, his voice voice dropping as he got closer to your lips and his hands around your hips tightened.

"are you holding back, norris? afraid of all the things i do to you?"

he wasted no time to end the little distance between you as one of his hands left you hip and got behind you neck, deepening the kiss. your hands getting lost on his hair, you kissed him back, opening your mouth to let his tongue slide in. you got drunk on the kiss, savoring it and enjoying finally being able to show him just a little bit of what he meant to you.

"you have no idea for how long i've wanted to kiss you. i held back as much as i could because i didn't want to throw my job away, but i swear you don't leave my mind", you murmured in between kisses.

"i've dreamt about this. for so long", he said his mouth moving from your lips to your neck, and leaving wet kisses there.

"i wonder what other things you've dreamt about", you said, breathing hard as you felt his tongue on your neck, every kiss feeling like heaven.

"oh yeah?", his lips leaving your neck and coming back to your mouth, stopping inches away from it. "that is something that you will find out after a couple of dates."

"mmhm sounds fair.", you smiled and joined your lips together, already missing the feeling of his lips on yours, not wanting this night to end.

.

it was race day, and lando was starting second on the grid. people were getting everything ready for the race that was about to start. all the drivers were preparing for the grand prix. you took your chance to wish lando good luck and headed to the trailer. you knocked on the door and a few seconds later he opened the door.

"just wanted to wish you good luck today, i know monaco can be tricky but i know you'll-", he quickly pulled you into the trailer and closed the door. he grabbed your chin and kissed you fiercely. you didn't hesitate to correspond the kiss. smiling, you put distance between the two of you. "idiot you need to stop interrupting me like this."

he laughed, joining your foreheads together. "i'm sorry, i can't help it. you were saying?"

"well after that kiss i can't remember what i wanted to said." you gave him a kiss on the cheek. "good luck out there, you got this."

"take some killer pictures, i'm looking specially fine today." you both laughed as you turned to open the door and get to the garage, you both went there, excited for what was to come.

lando got himself on the podium that day, his smile shining bright as the sun. some eyes definitely turned to watch how he came running to you after he hugged the team. he hugged you tight, so tight you kinda ran out of air but you were too happy to care. he felt as if he was floating, later he would realize that it hadn't been the best decision to come running to you, because well... it made it all too obvious. but he wouldn't want to change a thing.

after monaco everything changed for the better. lando and you spent most of the time together, in and out of the paddock. more dates had been planned and they all had been great. as things got more serious, you both decided to talk to the team about your relationship. they were obviously not surprised, and also not very happy, but as they said "it was something they couldn't control" and assured you that you would not get in trouble as long as you continued the great job you were doing.

two grand prix later, it was race day in Baku. lando had had an issue with the car on saturday so he stayed out of q1. but although he started in p12, he finished p7 on the race, securing some good points for the team, and he was so happy you couldn't help but give him a little gift. he had been more than respectful over the past weeks, not wanting to rush things out with you, but you knew you both craved some action to release all the sexual tension that kept building between you.

race suit hanging from his hips, lando entered the trailer a little flushed for the heat of the track and the city. you were waiting for him inside. he smiled as he saw you, closing the door behind him.

"i was looking for you, i didn't know where you-", you didn't let him finish. you kissed him, your hand running up and down his chest, already heated by the thought of you were about to do."now i do get why you're always mad i interrupt you."

"you did a phenomenal job on the track today", you said looking at his eyes. "and i think", your hand getting lower and lower, "i think you deserve a reward." your hand stopped as you palmed his cock.

"mmhm. i think you're under the influence of this cursed race suit", he said, his hand moving from your hip and cupping your ass.

"i did tell you only god knew the things this race suit did to me", you murmured on his lips. "i think i need to show you what i mean", your hand found the hem of the boxers and you pulled out his hard cock, giving him a few pumps, you slowly got on your knees, never breaking the eye to eye contact.

"you look so pretty on your knees for me", he said, taking your loose hair into his fist.

you wasted no time as you slowly started to lick his tip, and then progressively took him into your mouth. with lando's hand pushing you a bit from the back of head, you sucked his dick until it was whole into your mouth. you increased the pace, stealing soft moans from lando as he tilted his head back and his other hand went up to his neck. "you take me so well, baby. don't stop now."

he started to fuck your mouth as his hips started to move. driving him to the edge, you swirled your tongue over his hard length. he left out moan that would've knocked you down to your knees if you weren't already. he came in your mouth, and as you swallowed he left out a ragged breath. he wasted no time as he helped you get back up and pushed you against the wall.

"it's time to show all the things i've dreamed to do to you", he said kissing your neck.

"i'm all yours."

"damn right you are."

his hands were everywhere, his lips were on yours and everything seemed to fade away. you bit his lower lip as his hands found the zip of your pants and his fingers lingered on your wet core.

"so wet for me, huh", he said in between kisses. he slide his fingers in between your folds and introduced one, pumping it slowly in and out of you. you whimpered as he caught the skin of your neck between his teeth and then eased it off with his tongue. you needed to feel him, you needed more to fill you. you moved your hips against his hand.

"moan for me baby", he said, pumping the finger faster. you were happy to oblige as he introduced another finger. you moaned as you threw your head back, giving him total visibility to your neck. he couldn't help it, and his hand closed around your neck, careful not to apply pressure just yet. "is this alright?", he said, his fingers constantly hitting that spot that made you lose control.

"yes", you replied. his chokehold turning you on more than you could explain.

"good girl", he said applying a bit of pressure on your neck as he introduced another finger, driving you to the edge. you felt your walls started to come together. "cum on my fingers, baby. i wanna taste you."

the orgasm came, almost making you scream his name. he brought his fingers to his mouth and lick them clean, tasting you. he kissed you, his lips on yours feeling like they were the oxygen you needed to live.

"they'll start looking for you.", you said, your thumb rubbing his cheek.

"they can wait. there is nothing more important than who i have in front of me", he replied, your heart doing pirouettes inside your chest, his words ringing in your ears.

Happier —lando norris.

summary: a one shot / dual pov fic where y/n is a famous singer and she and lando broke up but still have feelings for each other. but after she sees him with another girl she dedicates him a song in her concert and he finds out and goes to talk to her.

I. (y/n pov)

headlines. articles. tweets.

it all came out in the worst possible time.

everybody was talking about the same thing.

"f1 driver lando norris spotted with the model lauren christensen"

"after his four year relationship ended, lando norris has been seen very close with the model lauren christensen. could this be a new beginning for norris?"

"did lando norris get over his ex that quickly? 4 months after he publicly announced his breakup with the singer y/n mendez, norris has been seen in public places with the armani model lauren christensen"

it hurt. it hurt more than anything else. and also the fact that it was everywhere wasn't helping.

everybody is different, and some people heal faster than others. you should be happy he's happy, y/n. you have a tour to deal with right now, you can't sit here and scroll on twitter to punish yourself more than you already have. get up, put down that ice cream and your phone and think of something else. literally anything else but him.

i get up, put the ice cream on the little fridge beside my bed, throw my phone across the room, and go to the shower. maybe a shower is what it takes to wash away all the memories flooding my mind. his smile. his scent. they way his eyes get small when he smiles. his cute and silent laugh. his voice. all his little moles. his hands and how he promised that he would hold me forever. no matter what.

well i guess he's holding her now. i guess this is my sign to move on.

only if it were that easy.

II. (y/n pov)

two days have passed since the news came out. and now i have to go through this specific weekend knowing that he is most likely with her. i have been trying not to think about it but it's inevitable. the USA tour has finally reached texas, and so has the formula 1 calendar.

i used to joke around with him saying that i would love to perform in the same place that he gets to race. it never happened when we were together and now that we are not together anymore, here we are. lucky me.

as i'm on my way to sound check for the concert tonight, i can't help to look up the results for qualifying. ever since we broke up i can't bring myself to watch a race, but i like to keep track of how he's doing. he's been getting better and better this season and for the first time in years mclaren might be onto the championship, with lando on second position in the driver's championship, only 16 points below leclerc. i wonder how he must be feeling since this is huge, not only for him but for the whole team. mclaren means so much to him and i can't even fathom what it must be like to give them a championship.

i wish i could be there for him.

enough.

two voices in my head battle as i get off the car and enter the stadium. i have work to do, but i also can't stop praying for him to do well on today's race. i shake my head and i focus on what's important right now. i want my fans to have the best night ever so i'm gonna make sure everything is set up and ready for tonight.

III. (y/n pov)

he won. he won and all i can think about is how i can't celebrate with him. how she gets to do it. how she gets go hold him tonight.

that's why i decide to make a last minute change on the setlist.

...

"all right, texas. how are we feeling so far?"

the crowd cheers as kyle gives me a chair so i can sit onstage.

"this next song i'm gonna play for y'all tonight is actually a cover. this song is about… heartbreak."

a little smile touches my lips as the crowd screams like i knew they would. we all love a bit of drama. and just like i know my fans respect my privacy, i also know they love when i give them little sights of my personal-and specially-my romantic life.

"this song is for those people that leave your side, and how a part of you is still in love with them, even after they're long gone. I do believe that some people come into your life to completely change it, and it's incredible how they leave a mark in you. i think it's beautiful but also really fucking painful." I laugh a bit alongside the crowd.

"it's hard to get over that kind of people. and it's even harder when you know they did get over you. specially when you know they did it by meeting someone else." tears start to form in your eyes. "so i decided to let all my feelings out tonight, texas, and open up to all of you. this is happier by miss olivia rodrigo, sing it with me." and so i start singing my heart out. to him. to the fans. to anyone who will listen. they say music heals the soul, and god knows i could use some healing right now.

You've moved on, found someone new

One more girl who brings out the better in you

And I thought my heart was detached

From all the sunlight of our past

But she's so sweet, she's so pretty

Does she mean you forgot about me?

Oh, I hope you're happy

But not like how you were with me

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go

So find someone great, but don't find no one better

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

a couple of songs later the concert ends. i jump on the car to go to my hotel room. today drained me. i haven't felt this tired in quite some time. but this is good. if i'm this tired it means overthinking everything will be hard, because shit will be going down after tonight. i don't think people will ignore the fact that i kinda just dedicated a whole song to my ex-famous-formula 1-driver-boyfriend. but who cares? i needed to let it out of my system. besides i don't even think he will see it. he must be too busy celebrating his win.

IV. (lando pov)

*a couple of hours before the concert*

"LANDO NORRIS WINS THE 2022 TEXAS GRAND PRIX, GIVING HIM THE #1 POSITION AT THE DRIVER'S CHAMPIONSHIP"

i raise my fist as i pass the checkered flag. i can't believe it. i won. i'm leading the driver's championship. i cheer for the team, for me, for all the fans out there. as i get off the car i run to my team, i hug them all, tears running down my face. as they let me go i look around, searching for someone, needing one more hug. it takes me a second to remember.

she's not here. you two broke up.

i blink several times, remembering how y/n is not here. and hasn't been here since we broke up. my head is spinning and my heart hurts for a moment. but in a minute, the other drivers are all over me, congratulating me on this huge win.

after a lot of press i get on my car and start driving to my hotel room. i can't help but smile, since this day has been amazing. definitely one of the best days of my entire life. but that little void is still there. because i know she's not here. and there is no one in this world that i would love to celebrate more with, than her. the worst part is that she is actually here, in this city, just not with me. and it hurts. the thought doesn't leave me as i park the car and enter the lobby of my hotel.

she's playing here in texas, that i know. it might not be good for me to keep up with her tour schedule but i crave to know what she's up to. i haven't been to one of her concerts. it's impossible for me-mentally and physically- since i'm traveling around the world. but i can't forget how we used to talk about a situation like this, where we both could be able to be there for each other. a concert in the same city as a grand prix. and now is happening and we can't enjoy it together.

i would be lying if i said I'm over her. as much as my friends tell me to get out there and find someone else, i can't do it. the biggest thing i've done is going out with lauren, following team orders. the press needed something to focus on that wasn't how my team mate daniel was doing, so they decided to get me and lauren in public places a couple of times to interest the press. and i get it, they also tried to set me up with her to see if i could get over y/n. but it's impossible. i tried to see lauren in that way, she's a really nice girl, she's very polite and also quite funny, and it's fair to say she's gorgeous. but she's not her. i wanted to scream to the world that lauren and i meant nothing to each other. If i could i would make video and tell everyone that I'm not over my ex-famous-singer-girlfriend. but that would be... what? a disaster? most certainly.

i seriously need to move on and stop it with these crazy ideas. i just won a fucking grand prix. i'm at the top of my career. i should be out there partying not being miserable here scrolling on twitter.

i think about going out and celebrating but it kinda seems off. and then i see something on twitter that catches my attention. there are a bunch of people tagging me in the same video. i open it up and my eyes widen as i realize it's y/n onstage. and then i listen to what she says.

"this song is for those people that leave your side, and how a part of is still in love with them, even after they're long gone"...

i cover my mouth with my hand the whole video as my heart starts beating faster and faster. this is it.

she still loves me. and i still love her.

i gotta do something about that.

V. (lando pov)

sometimes i don't like to be a public figure, to be recognized all the time when i'm out in public. now is not like that. right now i'm very happy i'm famous. i knew which hotel y/n would be staying at. we were together for four years, of course i remember her favorite one. i get to the lobby and i directly head for the front desk attendant. his eyes light up as he recognizes me and after a couple of words-and the promise of a signed hoodie- he tells me the number of y/n's room. my heart is about to jump out of my chest as i enter the elevator and i press the button of the 12th floor. the elevator doors open after what feels like forever and i start looking for the room #444.

i'm gonna get her back.

i knock on her door with a shaky hand. and after a couple of seconds the door opens. and i'm staring at her brown eyes. i can't help but think of how pretty she is. of how much i've missed her. how wrong it was for us to break up, no matter how difficult it was for the relationship to be 100% stable.

"four months. four months and thirteen days ago, if i'm not mistaken. that's the day we called it off. we decided to part ways because we both were so busy with our lives and our uprising success that we couldn't find a way to stay together and spend as much time as we needed with each other. i let you go and i'll be damned if i didn't think that was the worst thing i've ever done."

she opens her mouth to speak but i don't let her, because i need to let it all out before all the courage leaves me.

"i tried to move on. partly because i supposed you were too. but it was useless. i still look for you after every race. i still wish to hug you after every win. i miss to wake up beside you. i miss your voice. your way to see the world. i miss feeling whole again. and i didn't say anything sooner because i didn't want to ruin anything for you in case you had found your peace and had left me behind. but i saw that video today. i saw your speech before that song and i know how much you like to talk about the song you're about to sing. that's when i realized that... maybe it hadn't been hard just for me, but for you too. maybe i wasn't the only one who missed every little thing about you. maybe it's not just me that still loves you. maybe you still love me too."

VI. (y/n pov)

my eyes water as i listen to all the things he's saying to me. he is not with any other girl. he's here, at my door, telling me he still loves me. he finishes his speech and takes a ragged breath. staring at me. i take it all in. his voice. his beautiful eyes. the way he's an inch taller than me. his hair that looks like he's been running his hand on it a million times. and the fact that he hasn't moved on. just like i haven't.

my hands move on their own accord to cup his cheeks. i feel he leans into my palm and he closes his eyes briefly, then he opens them when i start speaking.

"you changed my life, lando norris. with your childish smile and your shiny cars and your heart of gold. of course i still love you. i don't think i'd be able to feel the way i feel about you with anyone else. when i saw you were spotted with that girl i... i thought it was over for us. i thought it was my sign to move on. but here you are." his hands hold mine and he says:

"she means nothing to me. i tried to look at her that way but it was impossible. she isn't you. you're the only person i want to be with. i love you, y/n. that will never change."

i can't stop myself from launching forward and join our lips in a kiss. a kiss that i've been dreaming of for four months and thirteen days. a kiss that not only tells him how much he means to him but tells me how much i mean to him, and how much we've missed each other. the kiss deepens as i take a step back, taking him into the room with me. he closes the door behind him as he places his hands on my hips and pushes me against the right wall of the room. my hands are on his hair, on his neck, on his chest. i can't have enough of him. i can't believe i finally have him back. we break the kiss and join our foreheads together.

"congrats on your win."

"yeah, i'm about to show you how much i want to celebrate it with you." he joins our lips again as he lifts me up and my legs curl around him.

...

i wake up to a sleeping lando by my side. his lips are slightly parted, and he looks so peaceful. i always enjoy to watch him like this, he's such an active person, always running around, making people laugh, driving fast cars. i always find it fascinating to watch him this calm. my hand strokes his cheek and i begin to leave little kisses on the moles on his face. he slowly opens his eyes as i giggle.

"good morning."

"good morning indeed." he gives me a quick kiss.

"it feels a bit surreal to have you here with me", i say, resting my head on his chest.

"i've been dreaming about it for too long. it was about time we came back to each other", he says, stroking my hair with his hand. we stay like this for a while. and then i turn to face him.

"promise me we won't walk away ever again. we will face every challenge, every turn, everything. together." he nods, looking at my lips and then back to my eyes.

"i promise you i'm not letting you go ever again, we can get through everything together."

"and i better never see that armani model near you again, do you hear me?" i tease him. he throws his head back as he laughs. that laugh that could light up a room. i've missed it so much.

"copy. do you have any other requests?"

my hand on his chest slowly makes his way to his navel, getting lower and lower.

"mmhm. box, box, box?"

"i really hope that stands up for sex, sex, sex." we both laugh and then i'm over him, kissing every part of his body. thinking about how much i love this beautiful boy and how everything finally feels right again.

The Last of my Humanity on AO3 - a jayvik fic

Jayce has just crawled out of the depths of hell, with one thing on his mind: Viktor. Featuring the conversation that takes place when Jayce finds Viktor at the Commune to kill him.

“Mortality, huh? What about humanity? Have any of that?”

Jayce says, his eyes narrowing. He knows he’s being irrational. He knows Viktor isn’t inherently evil. But he’s terrified of the destruction the Hexcore can do. He knows it will ruin everything. And he knows Viktor will be the one to start that cascade.

“You were the last of my humanity, Jayce,” Viktor says, his tone cold but filled with unspoken emotion as looked straight into Jayce's eyes.

At that, Jayce does flinch. Damn it, that cut deeper than he would have liked. He wanted to bite back with something cutting, but he knew that would be cruel. But he’s just so tired. And so angry.

“Ironic, considering I was the one who took it away from you.” He says, bitterness in his tone.

The Last of my Humanity

The Last of my Humanity on AO3 - a jayvik fic

Jayce has just crawled out of the depths of hell, with one thing on his mind: Viktor. Featuring the conversation that takes place when Jayce finds Viktor at the Commune to kill him.

“Mortality, huh? What about humanity? Have any of that?”

Jayce says, his eyes narrowing. He knows he’s being irrational. He knows Viktor isn’t inherently evil. But he’s terrified of the destruction the Hexcore can do. He knows it will ruin everything. And he knows Viktor will be the one to start that cascade.

“You were the last of my humanity, Jayce,” Viktor says, his tone cold but filled with unspoken emotion as looked straight into Jayce's eyes.

At that, Jayce does flinch. Damn it, that cut deeper than he would have liked. He wanted to bite back with something cutting, but he knew that would be cruel. But he’s just so tired. And so angry.

“Ironic, considering I was the one who took it away from you.” He says, bitterness in his tone.

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