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GIRL I FUCKING LOVED YOUR GOJO FIC

Can u do another with yujiiiiiii? Plweaseeeeeee

Like Drowning in Sunlight | Yuji Itadori

Summary: Yuji Itadori has survived curses, monsters, and death itself, but nothing has ever terrified him more than falling in love with you.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Intense yearning, mutual pining, slow burn, jealousy, emotional vulnerability, hurt/comfort, canon-typical danger, physical affection, kissing, possessive feelings, near-death situations, lots of tension.

One evening, after a particularly awful mission, everyone gathered in the common room.

You looked exhausted.

A cut ran across your cheek.

There were bruises beneath your eyes.

Yuji hated seeing you hurt.

More than he hated seeing himself hurt.

More than he hated almost anything.

The realization frightened him.

Because normal people weren't supposed to care this much.

Were they?

He sat beside you on the couch.

Close.

Not too close.

Just enough.

You leaned your head back.

Closed your eyes.

Exhaled.

"Tired?"

You laughed softly.

"Is that even a question?"

"I guess not."

Silence settled between you.

Comfortable.

Easy.

Dangerous.

Then your shoulder bumped his.

A tiny thing.

Barely anything.

But Yuji's pulse immediately doubled.

"You okay?" you asked.

"Huh?"

"You look nervous."

"Oh."

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"No reason."

Your eyes lingered on him.

Searching.

Curious.

For one terrifying second, he wondered if you knew.

Then you smiled.

And his heart nearly stopped.

Months passed.

The feeling never left.

If anything, it grew worse.

Stronger.

Hungrier.

Yuji started noticing things he shouldn't.

The way your eyes crinkled when you laughed.

The way you played with your sleeves when you were anxious.

The way you always looked for your friends first after dangerous missions.

The way you said his name.

God.

The way you said his name.

Like it mattered.

Like he mattered.

It was becoming unbearable.

Then came the mission.

The one that changed everything.

It was supposed to be simple.

Simple missions never stayed simple.

The curse waiting inside the abandoned building was far stronger than expected.

The fight spiraled out of control almost immediately.

Concrete shattered.

Walls collapsed.

Cursed energy exploded through the air.

Yuji barely had time to react.

Then he heard your scream.

Every muscle in his body locked.

He turned.

And saw the curse reaching for you.

Everything after that happened too fast.

And too slowly.

At the same time.

Yuji moved before thinking.

Before breathing.

Before fear.

He was just there.

Between you and danger.

Like there had never been another possible outcome.

Pain exploded through his side.

The curse's attack landed.

Hard.

The world spun.

Somewhere far away, he heard you shouting his name.

Then darkness swallowed everything.

When he woke up, the first thing he saw was you.

Curled in a chair beside his bed.

Asleep.

Your hand was resting on the mattress.

Close enough that he could reach it.

Not touching.

Just close.

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A/N: Reaquests are open.

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Love triangle between charles and lando pleasee

The Championship I Can't Win | L.N1 & C.L16

Summary: When an FIA reporter accidentally captures the attention of both Lando Norris and Charles Leclerc, she becomes the center of a rivalry neither driver is willing to lose.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Love Triangle, Jealousy, Emotional Tension, Slow-Burn Romance, Possessive.

The problem was that they were completely different.

Lando made you laugh.

No matter how stressful your week became, he somehow found a way to make it better.

When you were exhausted, he noticed.

When you were overwhelmed, he noticed.

When you needed a distraction, he provided one.

Usually in the form of terrible jokes.

Terrible.

Absolutely awful.

Yet somehow they still worked.

Charles was different.

Charles made you feel seen.

He listened.

Really listened.

The kind of listening that made you realize most people only waited for their turn to speak.

Not Charles.

Charles remembered.

Charles understood.

Charles noticed things even you didn't notice about yourself.

Which was incredibly unfair.

Because it made choosing impossible.

Not that there was anything to choose.

At least that was what you kept telling yourself.

The Austrian Grand Prix changed everything.

The paddock was buzzing.

The championship battle was heating up.

Everyone was stressed.

Including you.

Your schedule had become impossible.

Interviews.

Reports.

Meetings.

Deadlines.

You barely slept.

By Sunday evening you were running entirely on caffeine and determination.

Which was why you didn't notice how exhausted you looked.

Lando did.

Charles did too.

Unfortunately.

At the same time.

You were sitting alone when Lando approached carrying coffee.

A second later Charles appeared carrying food.

They stopped.

Both stared at each other.

Then at the items in their hands.

Then back at each other.

The realization hit simultaneously.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Lando groaned.

Charles looked equally annoyed.

Neither moved.

You blinked.

"What is happening?"

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Except two Formula 1 drivers silently competing over who could take care of you better.

It would have been funny.

If it wasn't so obvious.

Eventually Lando shoved the coffee toward you.

Charles handed over the food.

You accepted both.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," they answered simultaneously.

Then glared at each other.

You buried your face in your hands.

The entire paddock started taking bets.

You discovered this by accident.

Unfortunately.

Oscar Piastri accidentally mentioned it.

"There are betting pools now."

"What?"

He immediately regretted speaking.

"What betting pools?"

Oscar sighed.

"The paddock thinks you're eventually going to date one of them."

You nearly choked.

"What?"

"They've assigned odds."

"Assigned odds?"

"Charles is currently leading."

You stared.

Oscar stared back.

Then added:

"Lando was very upset."

You wanted the ground to open and swallow you whole.

The worst part?

Neither driver denied their feelings anymore.

Not really.

The flirting became shameless.

Completely shameless.

Lando would deliberately make you laugh during interviews.

Charles would wait for you after press conferences.

Lando learned your coffee order.

Charles learned your favorite flowers.

Lando called you when he won races.

Charles called you when he lost them.

And somehow that affected you even more.

Because it meant he trusted you with the difficult moments too.

Which wasn't fair.

Nothing about this situation was fair.

Especially not your heart.

Because every day it became harder to ignore.

Harder to pretend.

Harder to act unaffected.

You were falling for one of them.

Maybe both.

And that terrified you.

Because eventually someone was going to get hurt.

And deep down,

You were beginning to realize it might be you.

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GIRL I FUCKING LOVED YOUR GOJO FIC

Can u do another with yujiiiiiii? Plweaseeeeeee

Like Drowning in Sunlight | Yuji Itadori

Summary: Yuji Itadori has survived curses, monsters, and death itself, but nothing has ever terrified him more than falling in love with you.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Intense yearning, mutual pining, slow burn, jealousy, emotional vulnerability, hurt/comfort, canon-typical danger, physical affection, kissing, possessive feelings, near-death situations, lots of tension.

One evening, after a particularly awful mission, everyone gathered in the common room.

You looked exhausted.

A cut ran across your cheek.

There were bruises beneath your eyes.

Yuji hated seeing you hurt.

More than he hated seeing himself hurt.

More than he hated almost anything.

The realization frightened him.

Because normal people weren't supposed to care this much.

Were they?

He sat beside you on the couch.

Close.

Not too close.

Just enough.

You leaned your head back.

Closed your eyes.

Exhaled.

"Tired?"

You laughed softly.

"Is that even a question?"

"I guess not."

Silence settled between you.

Comfortable.

Easy.

Dangerous.

Then your shoulder bumped his.

A tiny thing.

Barely anything.

But Yuji's pulse immediately doubled.

"You okay?" you asked.

"Huh?"

"You look nervous."

"Oh."

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"No reason."

Your eyes lingered on him.

Searching.

Curious.

For one terrifying second, he wondered if you knew.

Then you smiled.

And his heart nearly stopped.

Months passed.

The feeling never left.

If anything, it grew worse.

Stronger.

Hungrier.

Yuji started noticing things he shouldn't.

The way your eyes crinkled when you laughed.

The way you played with your sleeves when you were anxious.

The way you always looked for your friends first after dangerous missions.

The way you said his name.

God.

The way you said his name.

Like it mattered.

Like he mattered.

It was becoming unbearable.

Then came the mission.

The one that changed everything.

It was supposed to be simple.

Simple missions never stayed simple.

The curse waiting inside the abandoned building was far stronger than expected.

The fight spiraled out of control almost immediately.

Concrete shattered.

Walls collapsed.

Cursed energy exploded through the air.

Yuji barely had time to react.

Then he heard your scream.

Every muscle in his body locked.

He turned.

And saw the curse reaching for you.

Everything after that happened too fast.

And too slowly.

At the same time.

Yuji moved before thinking.

Before breathing.

Before fear.

He was just there.

Between you and danger.

Like there had never been another possible outcome.

Pain exploded through his side.

The curse's attack landed.

Hard.

The world spun.

Somewhere far away, he heard you shouting his name.

Then darkness swallowed everything.

When he woke up, the first thing he saw was you.

Curled in a chair beside his bed.

Asleep.

Your hand was resting on the mattress.

Close enough that he could reach it.

Not touching.

Just close.

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A/N: Reaquests are open.

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GIRL I FUCKING LOVED YOUR GOJO FIC

Can u do another with yujiiiiiii? Plweaseeeeeee

Like Drowning in Sunlight | Yuji Itadori

Summary: Yuji Itadori has survived curses, monsters, and death itself, but nothing has ever terrified him more than falling in love with you.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Intense yearning, mutual pining, slow burn, jealousy, emotional vulnerability, hurt/comfort, canon-typical danger, physical affection, kissing, possessive feelings, near-death situations, lots of tension.

One evening, after a particularly awful mission, everyone gathered in the common room.

You looked exhausted.

A cut ran across your cheek.

There were bruises beneath your eyes.

Yuji hated seeing you hurt.

More than he hated seeing himself hurt.

More than he hated almost anything.

The realization frightened him.

Because normal people weren't supposed to care this much.

Were they?

He sat beside you on the couch.

Close.

Not too close.

Just enough.

You leaned your head back.

Closed your eyes.

Exhaled.

"Tired?"

You laughed softly.

"Is that even a question?"

"I guess not."

Silence settled between you.

Comfortable.

Easy.

Dangerous.

Then your shoulder bumped his.

A tiny thing.

Barely anything.

But Yuji's pulse immediately doubled.

"You okay?" you asked.

"Huh?"

"You look nervous."

"Oh."

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"No reason."

Your eyes lingered on him.

Searching.

Curious.

For one terrifying second, he wondered if you knew.

Then you smiled.

And his heart nearly stopped.

Months passed.

The feeling never left.

If anything, it grew worse.

Stronger.

Hungrier.

Yuji started noticing things he shouldn't.

The way your eyes crinkled when you laughed.

The way you played with your sleeves when you were anxious.

The way you always looked for your friends first after dangerous missions.

The way you said his name.

God.

The way you said his name.

Like it mattered.

Like he mattered.

It was becoming unbearable.

Then came the mission.

The one that changed everything.

It was supposed to be simple.

Simple missions never stayed simple.

The curse waiting inside the abandoned building was far stronger than expected.

The fight spiraled out of control almost immediately.

Concrete shattered.

Walls collapsed.

Cursed energy exploded through the air.

Yuji barely had time to react.

Then he heard your scream.

Every muscle in his body locked.

He turned.

And saw the curse reaching for you.

Everything after that happened too fast.

And too slowly.

At the same time.

Yuji moved before thinking.

Before breathing.

Before fear.

He was just there.

Between you and danger.

Like there had never been another possible outcome.

Pain exploded through his side.

The curse's attack landed.

Hard.

The world spun.

Somewhere far away, he heard you shouting his name.

Then darkness swallowed everything.

When he woke up, the first thing he saw was you.

Curled in a chair beside his bed.

Asleep.

Your hand was resting on the mattress.

Close enough that he could reach it.

Not touching.

Just close.

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A/N: Reaquests are open.

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I honestly dk if u'll do it or not. But can u write on anime world? Im a huge anime fan. How abt smth with Gojo sensei?

Infinity Between Us | Gojo Satoru

Summary: Gojo Satoru has faced curses, death, and impossible odds, but nothing terrifies him quite like falling hopelessly in love with the shy girl who can't even meet his eyes.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Slow Burn Romance, Protective Gojo, Lovestruck Gojo, Shy/Innocent Reader, Emotional Intimacy, Jealous Gojo, Yearning.

The problem wasn't that you were shy.

The problem was that you genuinely didn't understand how wonderful you were.

You didn't know that everyone smiled more when you entered a room.

You didn't know that your quiet kindness had turned the entire campus soft.

You didn't know that every student adored you.

You certainly didn't know that the strongest sorcerer in the world spent half his day thinking about you.

"She's cute."

Gojo froze.

Geto looked up from his drink.

"What?"

Gojo pointed.

You were sitting beneath a tree, reading a book.

The afternoon sun illuminated your hair.

You looked peaceful.

Gentle.

Beautiful.

Geto followed his gaze.

Then sighed.

"Oh no."

"What?"

"You've got it bad."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You've been staring at her for twenty minutes."

Gojo immediately looked away.

"I have not."

"You absolutely have."

"I was observing."

"Right."

"A strategic observation."

"Sure."

Geto took another sip.

"You're in love."

Gojo nearly choked.

He tried not to be obvious after that.

He really did.

Unfortunately, Gojo Satoru had never been subtle about anything in his life.

So everyone noticed.

Everyone.

Including the students.

Especially the students.

"Sensei."

"Hm?"

"Do you have a crush?"

Gojo nearly walked into a wall.

"What?"

Yuji grinned.

"You have a crush."

"No."

"You do."

"No."

"You smiled at your phone."

"So?"

"You only smile like that when it's her."

Gojo stared.

Yuji stared back.

Gojo sighed dramatically.

"I hate all of you."

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I honestly dk if u'll do it or not. But can u write on anime world? Im a huge anime fan. How abt smth with Gojo sensei?

Infinity Between Us | Gojo Satoru

Summary: Gojo Satoru has faced curses, death, and impossible odds, but nothing terrifies him quite like falling hopelessly in love with the shy girl who can't even meet his eyes.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Slow Burn Romance, Protective Gojo, Lovestruck Gojo, Shy/Innocent Reader, Emotional Intimacy, Jealous Gojo, Yearning.

The problem wasn't that you were shy.

The problem was that you genuinely didn't understand how wonderful you were.

You didn't know that everyone smiled more when you entered a room.

You didn't know that your quiet kindness had turned the entire campus soft.

You didn't know that every student adored you.

You certainly didn't know that the strongest sorcerer in the world spent half his day thinking about you.

"She's cute."

Gojo froze.

Geto looked up from his drink.

"What?"

Gojo pointed.

You were sitting beneath a tree, reading a book.

The afternoon sun illuminated your hair.

You looked peaceful.

Gentle.

Beautiful.

Geto followed his gaze.

Then sighed.

"Oh no."

"What?"

"You've got it bad."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You've been staring at her for twenty minutes."

Gojo immediately looked away.

"I have not."

"You absolutely have."

"I was observing."

"Right."

"A strategic observation."

"Sure."

Geto took another sip.

"You're in love."

Gojo nearly choked.

He tried not to be obvious after that.

He really did.

Unfortunately, Gojo Satoru had never been subtle about anything in his life.

So everyone noticed.

Everyone.

Including the students.

Especially the students.

"Sensei."

"Hm?"

"Do you have a crush?"

Gojo nearly walked into a wall.

"What?"

Yuji grinned.

"You have a crush."

"No."

"You do."

"No."

"You smiled at your phone."

"So?"

"You only smile like that when it's her."

Gojo stared.

Yuji stared back.

Gojo sighed dramatically.

"I hate all of you."

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I think Carlos is a big ass guy, so how abt a fic where reader has a big ass and carlos cant resist it

Love yuu x

Summer Heat | C.S55

Summary: A carefree beach vacation in Spain turns into a week of playful teasing, stolen glances, and undeniable chemistry between Carlos and his girlfriend.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Reader Has A Big Butt, Flirting, Romantic Tension.

The hotel room was quiet when you returned from the beach.

The golden glow of sunset filtered through the curtains, painting everything in warm shades of orange and gold.

You dropped your beach bag near the door and stretched lazily.

Carlos closed the door behind him.

The click echoed through the room.

When you turned around, you immediately caught him looking.

Again.

You laughed.

"Seriously?"

"What?"

"You've been staring all day."

His mouth twitched.

"I had a very difficult day."

"A difficult day?"

"Very."

You crossed your arms.

"How tragic."

"It was."

His gaze swept over you before returning to your face.

The amused look in his eyes made your stomach flutter.

"You have absolutely no sympathy for me."

"Nope."

Carlos shook his head dramatically.

"Heartless."

You walked toward him.

"Poor Carlos."

"Exactly."

"Such a victim."

"The biggest victim."

You couldn't help smiling.

The closer you got, the softer his expression became.

That playful confidence never disappeared completely, but there was something gentler underneath it now.

Something that always appeared when the two of you were alone.

His hand found your waist automatically.

Like it belonged there.

Like it always would.

The movement felt natural.

Comfortable.

Familiar.

You looked up at him.

The sunset light caught in his dark eyes.

For a moment neither of you spoke.

The teasing faded.

The laughter faded.

Leaving only the quiet awareness of each other.

"You know," Carlos said softly, "Spain looks good on you."

You smiled.

"Spain?"

"Mhm."

"Not the sunshine?"

"That too."

"The beach?"

"Also that."

You laughed.

His smile widened.

"But mostly," he said, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "you."

The warmth that spread through your chest was immediate.

Carlos had a way of saying things that sounded effortless.

Natural.

As if he wasn't even trying.

Which somehow made them affect you even more.

"You can be very charming when you want to be."

"When I want to be?"

"Yes."

His eyebrows lifted.

"So I'm not always charming?"

"Definitely not."

Carlos gasped dramatically.

You laughed.

Then he pulled you closer.

Not urgently.

Not impatiently.

Just enough that the distance between you disappeared.

The room suddenly felt much smaller.

The sounds of the city drifted through the balcony doors.

Waves crashing somewhere in the distance.

Music floating from a nearby restaurant.

Everything felt slow.

Warm.

Comfortable.

Like time itself had decided to relax.

Carlos looked down at you.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"What?"

You narrowed your eyes.

"Why are you smiling?"

"No reason."

"Liar."

He laughed quietly.

You loved that laugh.

The real one.

The one that only appeared when he was completely relaxed.

The one that made his entire face light up.

The one you could listen to forever.

Without thinking, you reached for his hand.

His fingers immediately intertwined with yours.

A simple gesture.

Yet somehow intimate.

Comforting.

You rested your head against his shoulder.

Carlos pressed a kiss to the top of your hair.

The gesture was so natural that neither of you even acknowledged it.

It simply happened.

Like breathing.

Like gravity.

Like all the little habits two people developed after loving each other for a long time.

Outside, the sun continued sinking toward the horizon.

Inside, neither of you felt any rush to move.

For once there was nowhere to be.

Nothing to do.

No schedules.

No flights.

No interviews.

No racing.

Just the two of you.

And Carlos seemed perfectly content with that.

His thumb traced lazy circles over your hand.

You felt him smile against your hair.

"What?"

"You know exactly what."

"I don't."

"You do."

You tilted your head back.

His expression gave him away immediately.

That look.

The same one he'd been wearing all week.

Equal parts affection and complete fascination.

You burst out laughing.

Carlos groaned.

"I've been caught."

"Again."

"Again."

The two of you laughed together as the Spanish sunset painted the room gold, and for that moment, nothing in the world felt more perfect than simply being there together.

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I think Carlos is a big ass guy, so how abt a fic where reader has a big ass and carlos cant resist it

Love yuu x

Summer Heat | C.S55

Summary: A carefree beach vacation in Spain turns into a week of playful teasing, stolen glances, and undeniable chemistry between Carlos and his girlfriend.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Reader Has A Big Butt, Flirting, Romantic Tension.

The hotel room was quiet when you returned from the beach.

The golden glow of sunset filtered through the curtains, painting everything in warm shades of orange and gold.

You dropped your beach bag near the door and stretched lazily.

Carlos closed the door behind him.

The click echoed through the room.

When you turned around, you immediately caught him looking.

Again.

You laughed.

"Seriously?"

"What?"

"You've been staring all day."

His mouth twitched.

"I had a very difficult day."

"A difficult day?"

"Very."

You crossed your arms.

"How tragic."

"It was."

His gaze swept over you before returning to your face.

The amused look in his eyes made your stomach flutter.

"You have absolutely no sympathy for me."

"Nope."

Carlos shook his head dramatically.

"Heartless."

You walked toward him.

"Poor Carlos."

"Exactly."

"Such a victim."

"The biggest victim."

You couldn't help smiling.

The closer you got, the softer his expression became.

That playful confidence never disappeared completely, but there was something gentler underneath it now.

Something that always appeared when the two of you were alone.

His hand found your waist automatically.

Like it belonged there.

Like it always would.

The movement felt natural.

Comfortable.

Familiar.

You looked up at him.

The sunset light caught in his dark eyes.

For a moment neither of you spoke.

The teasing faded.

The laughter faded.

Leaving only the quiet awareness of each other.

"You know," Carlos said softly, "Spain looks good on you."

You smiled.

"Spain?"

"Mhm."

"Not the sunshine?"

"That too."

"The beach?"

"Also that."

You laughed.

His smile widened.

"But mostly," he said, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "you."

The warmth that spread through your chest was immediate.

Carlos had a way of saying things that sounded effortless.

Natural.

As if he wasn't even trying.

Which somehow made them affect you even more.

"You can be very charming when you want to be."

"When I want to be?"

"Yes."

His eyebrows lifted.

"So I'm not always charming?"

"Definitely not."

Carlos gasped dramatically.

You laughed.

Then he pulled you closer.

Not urgently.

Not impatiently.

Just enough that the distance between you disappeared.

The room suddenly felt much smaller.

The sounds of the city drifted through the balcony doors.

Waves crashing somewhere in the distance.

Music floating from a nearby restaurant.

Everything felt slow.

Warm.

Comfortable.

Like time itself had decided to relax.

Carlos looked down at you.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"What?"

You narrowed your eyes.

"Why are you smiling?"

"No reason."

"Liar."

He laughed quietly.

You loved that laugh.

The real one.

The one that only appeared when he was completely relaxed.

The one that made his entire face light up.

The one you could listen to forever.

Without thinking, you reached for his hand.

His fingers immediately intertwined with yours.

A simple gesture.

Yet somehow intimate.

Comforting.

You rested your head against his shoulder.

Carlos pressed a kiss to the top of your hair.

The gesture was so natural that neither of you even acknowledged it.

It simply happened.

Like breathing.

Like gravity.

Like all the little habits two people developed after loving each other for a long time.

Outside, the sun continued sinking toward the horizon.

Inside, neither of you felt any rush to move.

For once there was nowhere to be.

Nothing to do.

No schedules.

No flights.

No interviews.

No racing.

Just the two of you.

And Carlos seemed perfectly content with that.

His thumb traced lazy circles over your hand.

You felt him smile against your hair.

"What?"

"You know exactly what."

"I don't."

"You do."

You tilted your head back.

His expression gave him away immediately.

That look.

The same one he'd been wearing all week.

Equal parts affection and complete fascination.

You burst out laughing.

Carlos groaned.

"I've been caught."

"Again."

"Again."

The two of you laughed together as the Spanish sunset painted the room gold, and for that moment, nothing in the world felt more perfect than simply being there together.

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Hai :3

Can u pls write a fiction with charles where he looses a race just like the one u did with lando

Thank u xx

After Monaco | C.L 16

Summary: After losing his home race, Charles comes home furious, restless, and desperate to forget, and you become the only thing capable of distracting him.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Intense Tension, Possessive, Post-race Frustration, Heated arguments.

The look in his eyes should have warned you.

Instead, it made you step closer.

A terrible decision.

Or maybe a very good one.

Charles's gaze dropped briefly before returning to yours.

The apartment suddenly felt far too quiet.

Outside, Monaco was alive with music, celebration, and flashing lights.

Inside, it felt like the entire world had narrowed down to the space between the two of you.

"You still look smug," he said.

You smiled.

"Because I'm right."

"About?"

"You practiced a speech."

A groan escaped him.

"You are never letting that go."

"Never."

The corner of his mouth twitched.

"You know, most people would be comforting me."

"Most people don't know you."

That made him pause.

His expression softened for a fraction of a second.

Only a second.

Then it disappeared again beneath something more playful.

More dangerous.

"Oh?"

You nodded.

"If I comforted you immediately, your ego would become unbearable."

"My ego?"

"Massive."

"My ego is perfectly reasonable."

You laughed.

Charles shook his head.

"I lose my home race and somehow I'm getting bullied."

"You make it very easy."

"You're impossible."

"And yet you keep coming home to me."

The words slipped out before you could stop them.

For a moment, silence.

Not awkward.

Not uncomfortable.

Just heavy.

His eyes locked onto yours.

Something shifted.

The teasing faded.

The smiles disappeared.

Not because either of you were upset.

Because suddenly neither of you were joking anymore.

The city lights reflected in his eyes.

For the first time all evening, Charles looked calm.

Really calm.

As though standing here with you was finally allowing him to breathe.

His hand lifted.

Carefully brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

Such a simple gesture.

Yet it made your pulse speed up immediately.

"You know," he said quietly, "you're very distracting."

"Oh?"

"Very."

You tried to answer.

The words got stuck somewhere halfway.

Charles noticed.

Of course he noticed.

A victorious grin appeared.

"There it is."

"What?"

"Now you're speechless."

"I am not."

"You are."

"I'm choosing not to speak."

"Sure."

The grin widened.

You rolled your eyes.

"I hate you."

"No, you don't."

The confidence in his voice should have annoyed you.

Instead it made you smile.

Which only made him look even more pleased with himself.

"You look happier."

The words slipped out quietly.

His expression changed again.

Not dramatically.

Just enough.

Enough to reveal the exhaustion he'd been carrying all day.

Enough to reveal the disappointment still lingering underneath.

But also something else.

Relief.

Because he wasn't standing in front of cameras anymore.

Wasn't answering reporters.

Wasn't reliving every mistake.

He was here.

Home.

With you.

Charles looked at you for a long moment.

Then finally smiled.

A genuine one.

The kind that appeared rarely.

The kind worth waiting for.

"Yeah," he admitted softly.

"I am."

You reached for his hand.

His fingers immediately intertwined with yours.

Natural.

Automatic.

Like they'd done it a thousand times before.

Outside, another burst of fireworks lit up the sky.

Neither of you looked.

Neither of you cared.

For the first time all night, Charles wasn't thinking about losing.

And for now,

That was enough.

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Can u pls write a fiction with charles where he looses a race just like the one u did with lando

Thank u xx

After Monaco | C.L 16

Summary: After losing his home race, Charles comes home furious, restless, and desperate to forget, and you become the only thing capable of distracting him.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Intense Tension, Possessive, Post-race Frustration, Heated arguments.

The look in his eyes should have warned you.

Instead, it made you step closer.

A terrible decision.

Or maybe a very good one.

Charles's gaze dropped briefly before returning to yours.

The apartment suddenly felt far too quiet.

Outside, Monaco was alive with music, celebration, and flashing lights.

Inside, it felt like the entire world had narrowed down to the space between the two of you.

"You still look smug," he said.

You smiled.

"Because I'm right."

"About?"

"You practiced a speech."

A groan escaped him.

"You are never letting that go."

"Never."

The corner of his mouth twitched.

"You know, most people would be comforting me."

"Most people don't know you."

That made him pause.

His expression softened for a fraction of a second.

Only a second.

Then it disappeared again beneath something more playful.

More dangerous.

"Oh?"

You nodded.

"If I comforted you immediately, your ego would become unbearable."

"My ego?"

"Massive."

"My ego is perfectly reasonable."

You laughed.

Charles shook his head.

"I lose my home race and somehow I'm getting bullied."

"You make it very easy."

"You're impossible."

"And yet you keep coming home to me."

The words slipped out before you could stop them.

For a moment, silence.

Not awkward.

Not uncomfortable.

Just heavy.

His eyes locked onto yours.

Something shifted.

The teasing faded.

The smiles disappeared.

Not because either of you were upset.

Because suddenly neither of you were joking anymore.

The city lights reflected in his eyes.

For the first time all evening, Charles looked calm.

Really calm.

As though standing here with you was finally allowing him to breathe.

His hand lifted.

Carefully brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

Such a simple gesture.

Yet it made your pulse speed up immediately.

"You know," he said quietly, "you're very distracting."

"Oh?"

"Very."

You tried to answer.

The words got stuck somewhere halfway.

Charles noticed.

Of course he noticed.

A victorious grin appeared.

"There it is."

"What?"

"Now you're speechless."

"I am not."

"You are."

"I'm choosing not to speak."

"Sure."

The grin widened.

You rolled your eyes.

"I hate you."

"No, you don't."

The confidence in his voice should have annoyed you.

Instead it made you smile.

Which only made him look even more pleased with himself.

"You look happier."

The words slipped out quietly.

His expression changed again.

Not dramatically.

Just enough.

Enough to reveal the exhaustion he'd been carrying all day.

Enough to reveal the disappointment still lingering underneath.

But also something else.

Relief.

Because he wasn't standing in front of cameras anymore.

Wasn't answering reporters.

Wasn't reliving every mistake.

He was here.

Home.

With you.

Charles looked at you for a long moment.

Then finally smiled.

A genuine one.

The kind that appeared rarely.

The kind worth waiting for.

"Yeah," he admitted softly.

"I am."

You reached for his hand.

His fingers immediately intertwined with yours.

Natural.

Automatic.

Like they'd done it a thousand times before.

Outside, another burst of fireworks lit up the sky.

Neither of you looked.

Neither of you cared.

For the first time all night, Charles wasn't thinking about losing.

And for now,

That was enough.

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Moonlit Eid | L.N1

Summary: After a year of marriage, Lando and his wife celebrate their very first Eid together, discovering that love, laughter, and stolen kisses might be the sweetest traditions of all.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Fluffy romance, Married couple dynamics, Lots of teasing and flirting, Domestic sweetness, Eid celebrations and Islamic traditions.

"You look..."

His voice disappeared.

She laughed.

"Lando?"

"You look ridiculously pretty."

The laugh that escaped her was soft and embarrassed.

Yet her cheeks immediately turned pink.

A year.

They'd been married for an entire year.

And somehow she still blushed whenever he complimented her.

It was one of his favorite things in the world.

He walked toward her.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Like he was approaching something precious.

Something sacred.

Something that belonged entirely to him.

Her eyebrows lifted.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because you're my wife."

"That's not an answer."

"It is."

She rolled her eyes.

Lando reached her.

Then immediately wrapped both arms around her waist.

A small squeak escaped her.

"Lando!"

"What?"

"You haven't brushed your teeth."

He buried his face in her shoulder.

"Don't care."

She laughed harder.

"You are disgusting."

"You married me."

"I know."

"Worst decision of your life."

"Definitely."

Lando gasped dramatically.

"How dare you."

She giggled.

And just like that, his heart melted.

Again.

Their first Eid together.

Lando had been looking forward to it for weeks.

Actually, months.

The moment Ramadan started, she'd been excitedly explaining every tradition.

Every meal.

Every prayer.

Every little detail.

And Lando had listened to all of it.

Not because she expected him to.

But because she lit up whenever she talked about it.

And Lando loved anything that made her happy.

Especially when she started rambling.

She got this adorable habit where her hands moved around dramatically while talking.

Like she physically couldn't contain her excitement.

Lando thought it was the cutest thing ever.

Even if he'd never admit that out loud.

By seven in the morning, the kitchen looked like a disaster zone.

There were bowls everywhere.

Plates everywhere.

Ingredients everywhere.

And Lando was somehow making everything worse.

"Can you hand me the dates?"

He grabbed the wrong bowl.

"No, the dates."

"These?"

"That's sugar."

"Oh."

She sighed.

Five seconds later:

"Can you pass me the milk?"

He handed her yogurt.

"Lando."

"They look similar."

"They absolutely do not."

He grinned.

She pointed a spoon at him.

"You're doing this on purpose."

"Maybe."

"You are."

"Maybe."

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Under the Mistletoe | C.L16

Summary: At a glamorous Monaco Christmas party, Charles Leclerc watches his dangerously teasing girlfriend steal every gaze in the room, and by the end of the night, jealousy, tension, and desire finally snap.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Jealousy, possessiveness, suggestive content, heavy tension, teasing, implied intimacy, flirtation, swearing.

The Ferrari Christmas gala was packed.

Drivers, engineers, sponsors, celebrities, the entire ballroom overflowed with expensive perfume, champagne, and designer clothing. A towering Christmas tree stood near the center of the venue, decorated in Ferrari red and gold.

And every single person in the room looked at you when you entered.

Charles noticed immediately.

How could he not?

Men’s heads turned so fast it was almost offensive.

Even women stared.

You walked beside him confidently, one hand looped around his arm, your heels clicking softly against the marble floor. The slit of your skirt shifted every time you moved, exposing more skin than Charles felt emotionally prepared for.

“You’re squeezing my hand,” you whispered.

“Because I’m angry.”

“You were fine five minutes ago.”

“That was before half the room started undressing you with their eyes.”

You bit back a smile.

“Oh my god,” Charles muttered. “You enjoy this.”

“A little.”

He looked down at you sharply.

You only shrugged innocently.

“Maybe I enjoy knowing my boyfriend gets jealous.”

Charles leaned closer, voice dropping low enough that only you could hear.

“You’re playing a dangerous game tonight.”

A thrill danced down your spine.

Good.

That was exactly what you wanted.

It got worse once the other drivers arrived.

Pierre Gasly hugged you first, cheerful as always.

“You look incredible,” he told you warmly.

Charles instantly frowned.

“Thank you,” you said brightly.

Pierre noticed Charles’s expression and laughed. “Relax, mate.”

“He’s been glaring at everyone all evening,” you informed him.

“Can you blame me?” Charles muttered.

Then came Lando Norris.

And unfortunately for Charles, Lando had absolutely no self-preservation instincts.

“Bloody hell,” Lando said when he saw you. “That outfit is insane.”

Charles’s jaw tightened.

You burst into laughter.

“Thank you, Lando.”

“No seriously,” he continued, oblivious. “Charles is definitely fighting demons right now.”

“I am sitting right here,” Charles deadpanned.

Lando grinned. “Exactly.”

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Under the Mistletoe | C.L16

Summary: At a glamorous Monaco Christmas party, Charles Leclerc watches his dangerously teasing girlfriend steal every gaze in the room, and by the end of the night, jealousy, tension, and desire finally snap.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Jealousy, possessiveness, suggestive content, heavy tension, teasing, implied intimacy, flirtation, swearing.

The Ferrari Christmas gala was packed.

Drivers, engineers, sponsors, celebrities, the entire ballroom overflowed with expensive perfume, champagne, and designer clothing. A towering Christmas tree stood near the center of the venue, decorated in Ferrari red and gold.

And every single person in the room looked at you when you entered.

Charles noticed immediately.

How could he not?

Men’s heads turned so fast it was almost offensive.

Even women stared.

You walked beside him confidently, one hand looped around his arm, your heels clicking softly against the marble floor. The slit of your skirt shifted every time you moved, exposing more skin than Charles felt emotionally prepared for.

“You’re squeezing my hand,” you whispered.

“Because I’m angry.”

“You were fine five minutes ago.”

“That was before half the room started undressing you with their eyes.”

You bit back a smile.

“Oh my god,” Charles muttered. “You enjoy this.”

“A little.”

He looked down at you sharply.

You only shrugged innocently.

“Maybe I enjoy knowing my boyfriend gets jealous.”

Charles leaned closer, voice dropping low enough that only you could hear.

“You’re playing a dangerous game tonight.”

A thrill danced down your spine.

Good.

That was exactly what you wanted.

It got worse once the other drivers arrived.

Pierre Gasly hugged you first, cheerful as always.

“You look incredible,” he told you warmly.

Charles instantly frowned.

“Thank you,” you said brightly.

Pierre noticed Charles’s expression and laughed. “Relax, mate.”

“He’s been glaring at everyone all evening,” you informed him.

“Can you blame me?” Charles muttered.

Then came Lando Norris.

And unfortunately for Charles, Lando had absolutely no self-preservation instincts.

“Bloody hell,” Lando said when he saw you. “That outfit is insane.”

Charles’s jaw tightened.

You burst into laughter.

“Thank you, Lando.”

“No seriously,” he continued, oblivious. “Charles is definitely fighting demons right now.”

“I am sitting right here,” Charles deadpanned.

Lando grinned. “Exactly.”

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Midnight Engines | L.H44

Summary: A 20 year old heiress living beside retired Formula 1 legend Lewis Hamilton in Monaco finds herself drawn into a dangerous, intoxicating romance that neither of them can resist.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, age gap romance (Reader is 20), emotional tension, jealousy, possessive behavior, late night intimacy, sensual scenes, power imbalance themes, luxury lifestyle, emotional conflict, implied sexual content.

You started seeing him everywhere.

On morning walks.

At the marina.

At charity events your father dragged you to.

And every interaction carried the same unbearable tension.

Long looks.

Lingering touches.

Smiles that meant too much.

It became a game.

A dangerous one.

Your father never noticed.

Or maybe he trusted Lewis too much to imagine it.

That made it worse somehow.

Because Lewis clearly knew exactly how wrong this was.

Yet he kept looking at you like temptation itself.

The first time you entered his house, it was raining.

A violent Mediterranean storm crashing against Monaco.

You had been swimming.

Your father was in Paris.

And the electricity in your villa went out.

So naturally, you walked next door.

Soaked.

Cold.

Barefoot.

Lewis opened the door wearing gray sweatpants and a black T-shirt.

You immediately forgot every coherent thought you’d ever had.

His gaze dropped slowly down your body.

Your wet swimsuit clung shamelessly beneath your thin cover-up.

Rainwater slid down your legs.

Lewis exhaled once.

Slowly.

"You cannot show up looking like this," he said.

Your pulse jumped.

"My power’s out."

"That’s not what I meant."

Heat flooded your cheeks.

But he stepped aside anyway.

"Come in before you freeze."

His house smelled like cedarwood and expensive candles.

Modern.

Elegant.

Massive windows overlooked the sea.

Music played softly somewhere upstairs.

You tried not to stare.

Lewis handed you a towel.

Your fingers brushed.

Again, that tiny spark.

That impossible awareness.

"You hungry?" he asked.

"A little."

"Kitchen’s this way."

You followed him.

Which was your second mistake.

Because watching Lewis move through his own space felt strangely intimate.

Comfortable.

Dangerously domestic.

He cooked while you sat at the marble island counter.

And for the first time, he looked relaxed.

No cameras.

No public image.

Just Lewis.

Warm laughter.

Quiet teasing.

Sleeves rolled up.

You wanted to touch him so badly it physically hurt.

Eventually he noticed your staring.

"You’re thinking too loudly."

You swallowed.

"Sorry."

"Don’t apologize."

His voice dropped lower.

"Just tell me."

The storm thundered outside.

Your heartbeat became deafening.

"I think about kissing you constantly," you admitted.

Silence.

Lewis stopped moving.

Very slowly, he looked at you.

Every trace of humor disappeared from his face.

"You shouldn’t say things like that."

"Why?"

He approached the counter.

One step.

Then another.

Until he stood directly in front of you.

Too close.

Dangerously close.

"Because I’ve spent weeks trying not to think about you exactly the same way."

Your breath caught.

The room suddenly felt smaller.

Warmer.

Lewis rested both hands beside you on the marble counter.

Trapping you gently between his arms.

"You’re twenty," he murmured.

"I know how old I am."

His jaw tightened.

"And your father-"

"Isn’t here."

That did it.

Something inside his restraint snapped visibly.

Lewis closed the distance abruptly.

His hand slid against your jaw.

Warm.

Steady.

Then he kissed you.

And suddenly nothing else existed.

The kiss was slow at first.

Tentative.

Like he was giving himself one final chance to stop.

Then you kissed him back.

And restraint disappeared completely.

Lewis made a rough sound against your mouth before pulling you closer.

Your hands gripped his shirt instantly.

Every inch of him felt warm.

Solid.

Real.

His thumb stroked your cheek while he kissed you deeper.

Like he’d been thinking about this for weeks too.

Maybe months.

You forgot how to breathe.

Forgot the storm.

Forgot Monaco.

Forgot your own name.

All you knew was him.

The way his mouth moved against yours.

The way his hand slid carefully along your waist.

The way he whispered your name like it already belonged to him.

When he finally pulled away, both of you were breathing hard.

Lewis pressed his forehead lightly against yours.

"This is a terrible idea," he muttered.

You smiled shakily.

"Then why are you still holding me?"

His eyes darkened immediately.

"Don’t tempt me."

Too late.

You already had.

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Midnight Engines | L.H44

Summary: A 20 year old heiress living beside retired Formula 1 legend Lewis Hamilton in Monaco finds herself drawn into a dangerous, intoxicating romance that neither of them can resist.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, age gap romance (Reader is 20), emotional tension, jealousy, possessive behavior, late night intimacy, sensual scenes, power imbalance themes, luxury lifestyle, emotional conflict, implied sexual content.

You started seeing him everywhere.

On morning walks.

At the marina.

At charity events your father dragged you to.

And every interaction carried the same unbearable tension.

Long looks.

Lingering touches.

Smiles that meant too much.

It became a game.

A dangerous one.

Your father never noticed.

Or maybe he trusted Lewis too much to imagine it.

That made it worse somehow.

Because Lewis clearly knew exactly how wrong this was.

Yet he kept looking at you like temptation itself.

The first time you entered his house, it was raining.

A violent Mediterranean storm crashing against Monaco.

You had been swimming.

Your father was in Paris.

And the electricity in your villa went out.

So naturally, you walked next door.

Soaked.

Cold.

Barefoot.

Lewis opened the door wearing gray sweatpants and a black T-shirt.

You immediately forgot every coherent thought you’d ever had.

His gaze dropped slowly down your body.

Your wet swimsuit clung shamelessly beneath your thin cover-up.

Rainwater slid down your legs.

Lewis exhaled once.

Slowly.

"You cannot show up looking like this," he said.

Your pulse jumped.

"My power’s out."

"That’s not what I meant."

Heat flooded your cheeks.

But he stepped aside anyway.

"Come in before you freeze."

His house smelled like cedarwood and expensive candles.

Modern.

Elegant.

Massive windows overlooked the sea.

Music played softly somewhere upstairs.

You tried not to stare.

Lewis handed you a towel.

Your fingers brushed.

Again, that tiny spark.

That impossible awareness.

"You hungry?" he asked.

"A little."

"Kitchen’s this way."

You followed him.

Which was your second mistake.

Because watching Lewis move through his own space felt strangely intimate.

Comfortable.

Dangerously domestic.

He cooked while you sat at the marble island counter.

And for the first time, he looked relaxed.

No cameras.

No public image.

Just Lewis.

Warm laughter.

Quiet teasing.

Sleeves rolled up.

You wanted to touch him so badly it physically hurt.

Eventually he noticed your staring.

"You’re thinking too loudly."

You swallowed.

"Sorry."

"Don’t apologize."

His voice dropped lower.

"Just tell me."

The storm thundered outside.

Your heartbeat became deafening.

"I think about kissing you constantly," you admitted.

Silence.

Lewis stopped moving.

Very slowly, he looked at you.

Every trace of humor disappeared from his face.

"You shouldn’t say things like that."

"Why?"

He approached the counter.

One step.

Then another.

Until he stood directly in front of you.

Too close.

Dangerously close.

"Because I’ve spent weeks trying not to think about you exactly the same way."

Your breath caught.

The room suddenly felt smaller.

Warmer.

Lewis rested both hands beside you on the marble counter.

Trapping you gently between his arms.

"You’re twenty," he murmured.

"I know how old I am."

His jaw tightened.

"And your father-"

"Isn’t here."

That did it.

Something inside his restraint snapped visibly.

Lewis closed the distance abruptly.

His hand slid against your jaw.

Warm.

Steady.

Then he kissed you.

And suddenly nothing else existed.

The kiss was slow at first.

Tentative.

Like he was giving himself one final chance to stop.

Then you kissed him back.

And restraint disappeared completely.

Lewis made a rough sound against your mouth before pulling you closer.

Your hands gripped his shirt instantly.

Every inch of him felt warm.

Solid.

Real.

His thumb stroked your cheek while he kissed you deeper.

Like he’d been thinking about this for weeks too.

Maybe months.

You forgot how to breathe.

Forgot the storm.

Forgot Monaco.

Forgot your own name.

All you knew was him.

The way his mouth moved against yours.

The way his hand slid carefully along your waist.

The way he whispered your name like it already belonged to him.

When he finally pulled away, both of you were breathing hard.

Lewis pressed his forehead lightly against yours.

"This is a terrible idea," he muttered.

You smiled shakily.

"Then why are you still holding me?"

His eyes darkened immediately.

"Don’t tempt me."

Too late.

You already had.

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Glass Walls & Racing Hearts | L.N1

Summary: A powerful CEO who controls everything, except his irresistible attraction to the one woman who works closest to him.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Slow-Burn, Tension, Strong Chemistry.

“You have no idea what you’re doing,” he murmured.

“Then tell me to stop.”

He didn’t.

Couldn’t.

His hand lifted, hesitated for just a second, before lightly brushing the edge of your sleeve. Barely a touch.

But it sent a spark through both of you.

You inhaled sharply.

And that was all it took.

“Dangerous,” he muttered, almost to himself.

“You like dangerous,” you replied softly.

His eyes met yours again.

And this time,

No restraint.

But he stepped back.

That was the part that surprised you.

Control.

Always control.

“This doesn’t happen,” he said, voice firm again, though slightly rougher than before.

You blinked.

“Right,” you said, but there was a faint smile tugging at your lips.

Because you both knew,

It already had.

Days passed.

But nothing went back to normal.

If anything, it got worse.

Every meeting felt heavier.

Every glance lingered longer.

Every accidental brush of hands became something intentional.

Unspoken tension built like pressure in a sealed room.

And neither of you were releasing it.

Until one night.

It was late.

Too late for anyone else to still be in the building.

But you were.

Of course you were.

Work never really stopped at Norris Dynamics.

And neither did whatever this was between you.

You were at your desk when you heard his office door open.

You didn’t look up immediately.

“You should go home,” he said.

“So should you.”

A pause.

Then,

“I can’t.”

You finally looked at him.

And something was different.

Less controlled.

More… real.

“Neither can I,” you admitted quietly.

That closed the distance again.

Not physically, yet.

But something shifted.

“Why are you still here?” he asked.

You met his gaze steadily.

“Because you are.”

That answer hit harder than expected.

This time, when he walked toward you,

You didn’t step back.

“Do you always do this?” he asked, stopping just in front of you again.

“Do what?”

“Make things complicated.”

You smiled faintly.

“Only when they’re worth it.”

And that was the moment he gave in.

Not recklessly.

Not completely.

But enough.

His hand lifted again, this time not hesitating, resting lightly at your waist.

Firm.

Certain.

Your breath caught.

Not fear.

Not uncertainty.

Just intensity.

“You’re trouble,” he said.

“You hired me.”

“Worst decision I ever made.”

“Liar.”

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The Quiet Places He Watches You | C.L16

Summary: A tender love story curdles into something haunting when devotion crosses the line into possession, and she never sees it coming.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Dark Romance, Intense, Gut Wrenching, Stalker Charles.

You first met Charles on a rainy afternoon that felt like it had been written for you.

You were standing under the thin shelter of a bookstore awning, hugging a worn paperback to your chest, waiting for the rain to soften into something kinder. The city blurred around you, umbrellas passing like ghosts, headlights melting into gold streaks, and you remember thinking how small you felt in all of it.

That’s when he appeared.

“Here,” he said softly, holding his umbrella just enough to cover both of you.

You looked up, startled.

He was… composed. Not in a cold way, no, not at all. There was something warm about him, something intentional. Dark coat, clean lines, a quiet confidence that made space instead of taking it.

“You’ll catch a cold,” he added, almost apologetically.

You smiled, because that’s what you always did when someone was kind to you.

“Thank you.”

That was all it took.

Charles had seen you long before that moment.

He knew you liked that bookstore. Tuesdays and Thursdays, usually around four. You lingered in the poetry aisle longer than necessary, running your fingers along the spines like you were searching for something you couldn’t name.

You never noticed the man who stood a few rows away.

You never noticed how he never picked up a book.

You never noticed how his eyes never left you.

“Do you come here often?” you asked him, as you walked together beneath the umbrella.

You meant the bookstore.

He heard something else.

“Sometimes,” Charles replied.

He was careful with his answers. Always had been. Truth, but softened. Truth, but incomplete.

You told him your name.

He didn’t need you to.

But he smiled like it mattered.

It became a habit after that.

Rain or no rain, Charles found reasons to appear.

At the café you loved, the one with the chipped blue mugs and soft music that wrapped around your thoughts. You’d look up, surprised, when he walked in.

“Oh, Charles!”

He’d pause, like he hadn’t expected to see you, though he’d been sitting in his car across the street for fifteen minutes, watching you through the window.

“What a coincidence,” he’d say.

And you’d laugh.

You always laughed.

Charles learned you in pieces.

The way you stirred your coffee three times, always clockwise.

The way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were nervous.

The way your smile faltered just slightly when you thought no one was looking.

He noticed everything.

He collected you.

“I run a business,” he told you one evening.

You were sitting across from him, candlelight trembling between you like something alive. You’d started calling these meetings “dates,” though neither of you had said the word out loud yet.

“What kind of business?” you asked.

He tilted his head, considering.

“Investment. Mostly.”

It was easier that way. Simpler. Clean.

You nodded, impressed.

You didn’t ask more.

You never asked enough.

Charles knew where you lived.

Of course he did.

He’d watched you walk home more times than he could count. Always from a distance. Always careful.

Your apartment building had a faulty lock on the back entrance.

He’d discovered that on the third night.

The first time he stepped inside your apartment, he didn’t touch anything.

He just stood there.

Breathing you in.

It was quieter than he expected. Softer. Like the space itself had been shaped around you.

Your shoes were by the door, slightly uneven.

A blanket draped over the couch.

A glass half-full of water on the bedside table.

Charles moved slowly, reverently.

Like he was walking through a sacred place.

He didn’t stay long.

He never stayed long.

“You make me feel safe,” you told him once.

The words slipped out of you, unguarded.

You were lying beside him, your head resting on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

He went still.

Safe.

He’d spent his entire life being something else. Something sharper. Something that made people step back instead of lean in.

And yet,

Here you were.

Choosing him.

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