#nicolas vansteenberghe

[wluvfrmme]

that’s queen mother right there

[rationales]

[alexinmotion]

INJECT IT!!!!! 😍💉

[comeherecream-blog]

[eternalsturn]

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒊𝒏’𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚☆𝒏𝒊𝒄 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

summary: you and nic looove “hanging” in the photobooth, if u will:p (let’s pretend there ain’t no cameras in there lmaoo)

warnings: steamyyy, finger food, dirty talk, this is longg lwk got carried away

//think i might switch to lowercase

“wanna go take pics?” nic asks, shifting you in his lap. you softly trace your nails down his neck. “let’s do it, we look hot.” you agree and he laughs, as you both stand up, hands intertwined. “that, we do.”

you two were sat in the kitchen, so you head from there. just as nic pulled at the booth curtain he turned his head to look at you, not saying anything, only offering you the cheekiest smirk. oh.

“okay.” as you step in, you tug his shirt upwards playfully. “yeah, girl, make sure ‘em abs look chiseled.” you laugh loudly, pushing his chest and he grins. you interrupt him as he’s about to take a seat. “wait, stay on your feet.” you command and get on your knees. “woah, alright, boss.” he says. “lift the shirt up.” he does as he’s told and you set the booth off. you cling onto him and stick your tongue out, as if you were to lick his abs. he giggles and sticks his tongue out as well, matching you. *flash* “i wish you did that for real, tho.” nic admits, making you smile. “stay tuned.” you tease.

he takes a seat afterwards, hands at your hips. “bend over.” he orders and your entire body flutters, just like that. so, you obey, ass against his seated body. “freaky nickyyy!” you sing and you both chuckle. “hell yeah.” he confirms. you make an o shape with your mouth, covering it with your hand and he raises his brows. *flash* “small waist but a big bank.” you joke, referencing the twerk off with megan a few days prior, as you straighten up. “hey, that’s my line.” he replies, sassily.

next, you naturally head to straddle him, his hands immediately landing on your denim covered cheeks. you only turn your head back to look at the objective and pose, as if nibbling on the nail of your pointer finger, flirtatious. “sexy.” nic comments and poses as well, biting his lip. *flash* something has undeniably shifted in the air as the picture’s taken. you felt hot and it got a little harder to breathe. you turn to face him and you spend a little while just scanning each other. nic’s eyes twinkling and a mischievous yet shy, toothless smile spreading across his face. you can’t help but smile at him too. “save the angelic facade, i knew you were up to no good the second we stepped in here.” you say. “don’t play saint on me, this is exactly what you wanted, freak.” well, he’s completely right, you knew it was gonna end up like this. the tension is too hard to bear, you both just giggle at each other and press your lips together. you let your hands wrap around his neck while his move to grip at your waist. your lips slide upon one another, wet, messy, smacking. your hands wander to the crown of his head, pulling at the hair there, earning a faint groan from him. you swallow it down and moan into him as he tilts his head to get better access. he takes advantage of every sound you make, your open mouth making it easy for his tongue to dominate yours. his hands tour your body, squeezing firmly at every stop as if he claimed every inch as his. you grind up against him, as if involuntarily, matching his neediness. he then grabs your face in one hand and pulls you away, the kiss breaking with a smack. he takes time to just look at you, both breathless and flushed, as if he just wanted to take the moment in. he loved that he was the one who got you like this. he had a little bit of your lip gloss above his top lip, which you’d normally laugh about, but now you could only view it as the hottest thing ever. you as well loved that it was your lip gloss, glistening all over his face. you literally clench at the sight. next thing, he starts to bring you back in and just as you part your lips, expecting he’d continue, he smiles softly and pulls away. he then slowly gathers your hair at the back of your head, wrapping it around his hand and pulls back gently, making you tilt your head backwards. your neck is now on full display for him, which makes you nervous and excited at once. firstly, you only feel his soft breath tickle your skin, making you gulp. he then starts running the tip of his nose along the skin, drawing some pattern. he knew it was your weak spot, doing it all on purpose. you sigh. “nic.” you plea, practically upset at the torment. you feel goosebumps spread all over your body, which he notices right away. he strokes your arm in an attempt to soothe it but also just to feel it. his work on you. he lets out a quiet chuckle. “you’re so cute.” he says, finally dropping his head down and licking a full stripe up your neck. “oh my god.” you whisper, the action making you actually drip. “yeah.” he replies, quietly. his kisses are warm and loving at first, exploring. however they progress to feel way more intense. he sucks on the sensitive skin, still pulling your hair back with both hands, though more roughly. the intensity of the moans you let out feels embarrassing. “oh-“ you hear him as he pauses. he loosens his grip on your hair, so you face him. he wipes his mouth, hiding a chuckle. “you might wanna put some makeup on that, shawty.” you close your eyes as you scrunch your face up, realizing he’s marked his territory. you guys just laugh at it. “i don’t even wanna look.” you admit. “i mean it isn’t-“ he looks at it, shaking his head, trying to be all serious. “you know…that bad.” he breaks into laughter, obviously. “yeah, you totally believe that yourself too.”

“i’m not done with you here, turn around.” he states. “bro, this ain’t no hideaway. what do you wanna do?” you question. “just wanna try somethin’.” he explains, his smile creeping onto his face. you didn’t wanna leave, you obeyed. so, you sat on his lap, with your back now pressed against his body, it was so warm. “you tell me whenever you want me to stop.” he reassured you, the familiar rush taking over your body. he held you close as you turned to face him and locked your lips. you prayed that everyone was still in the pool because y’all weren’t playing anymore. your stress/excitement heightened as you felt his hand arrive at the hem of your shorts. fuck it, you thought. you kept kissing him, gasping into his mouth softly as you felt his fingers slide between your folds. so smoothly. only then you’d realized how ridiculously soaked you were. “i know that’s right.” nic says into your mouth, cocky, making you wet his fingers even more. you lick your way back into his mouth, holding his head with one hand while his rests pressed on your throat. he plays with it real slow at first and then finally gets to a speed that makes you curl your toes, circling your clit with two fingers, making sure he has you weak. you’re loud, you can’t handle it and when he decides to creep one of his fingers inside, it’s ova. the smacking of your lips mixing with the sloppy sounds your cunt makes - it’s so messy, nasty even, and you both love it. he literally moans at it. he’s gentle at first, so that you adjust. as he picks the pace up you can’t even kiss him anymore. you’re a breathless mess. “shh, shh.” he shushes you softly, kissing your temple as his finger continues it’s journey. “wanna keep quiet for me, hm?” nic asks. you should, it’s risky. “can’t.” you cry out faintly, barely getting that one word out. then it’s something about the way he curls his finger as it exits that makes you blurt out a truly outstanding moan, making his other hand shoot up to cover your mouth firmly. “wanna do it this way?” he wonders. you let out a desperate “mhm.” trying to handle yourself better. “you hear that? hear what i made of you? what are you gonna do when we walk out, act like nothing happened? go have silly chats with the boys pretending i didn’t have your entire body shaking, hm?” he teases, his voice making it even harder to not let go. all you can let out are muffled moans and sighs. he senses that you do wanna say something, so he risks uncovering your mouth slightly. “talk me through it, don’t stop.” you beg, quietly, your voice breaking. “oh, yeah?” he pulls his finger out, feeling you’re close and focuses on your clit, getting you to the finish line. the pace is unbearable, the sensation is too good to handle. you peep nic looking at you from the side so you turn your head to meet his tired gaze, his hand back on your mouth. “yeah? you wanna look at me as you make that mess for me?” you only nod desperately, your eyes watering a little from how overwhelming he is. in the best way possible. he studies you completely, peeping every twitch of your face. when he hears you basically hyperventilate, he knows it’s time. he widens his eyes and supports you though it. “let it go, let it go, i want it all. you’re so adorable right now, jesus.” when he feels you tense up completely and hears how your breath hitches for the last time, you moan in sync as you finally release.

you’re both speechless, sweating, a mess. you turn to look at him, first at his lips, as if your eyes were too tired to reach further, but finally land at his. “that was fucking godly.” you praise him, seriously, still trying to catch your breath. “as it was to watch you.” he replies. you gather yourself somehow and turn around to straddle him and embrace him, his hands immediately wrapping around your back. you just be there with him for that while, no words, just indulging this pure moment after something so intimate. however, you do break the silence at the end.

“now what the fuck are we actually gonna say, walking outta here, looking like this?”

[darkeralmond]

ROAD TO 100k

nicolas vansteenberghe x black! oc

summary: autumn and her friends decided to sign her up as a casa amor girl because ‘why not?’ when she gets accepted, she has her eyes on nic and she always got what she wanted.

warnings: 18+, smut included *

a/n: hey guys! this story is on wattpad and each time i post a new chapter i will update this post. much love for all my fellow love island fans!!

congratulations autumn

autumn’s intro

breaking the scale

banter, flirting, and his eyes

surprise after surprise

explore & connect

trust & whispers

the villa and casa reunite

heart rate challenge

confrontations, tears, and kisses

note cards

america’s votes

[neighbourscat]

𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 || 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙨

𓈒  ˙ ꪆৎ   ꣹  ۫  𖨂 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . .. . love islander!nicolas vans X love islander!black!fem!reader. ||

+ synopsis. smile for the camera! you’ve been the fan favorite since day one. the black woman with warmth, wit, and a little too much heart for a show like this. the public adores you. islanders confide in you. and nic — cool, cocky, frustrating nic — chose you in a recoupling that surprised everyone .. including you. and when a social media challenge shatters the illusion, you’re blindsided ..

𓈒  ˙ ꪆৎ   ꣹  ۫  𖨂 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 . .. . lowercase intended! second person reading-perspective. mature language! messy production! manipulation? (i guess if you squint), pu$$y-drunk nic, him pleasing you pleases himself, listened to a lot of kwn & charlie puth & chris brown & giveon & usher. but omg. nic could eat you out for hours even with his jaw sore ‘n locked. wordcount :: 2.4k!++

𓈒  ˙ ꪆৎ   ꣹  ۫  𖨂 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 . .. . favorite mistake, givēon! || close, nick jonas & tove lo !

ARE YOU AFRAID TO GET TOO CLOSE?

it was supposed to be light-hearted .. that’s what was always said before these challenges. and yeah, there had been laughter at first. the kind that felt easy. electric and lively. a break in the tension that had hovered over the villa after last night’s game. but .. that emotional strain had returned just as quick when your comment-cards were switched out for a new pile. no one else had the change of comment-cards though.

:: “not to be rude but i don’t trust nic. he’s playing the long game and riding her likability to the final. open your eyes, girl.”

a beat of silence. then: a masculine awkward laugh. a cough. a feminine mumble of “damn, sis ..”

you smiled politely. pressed your tongue against your cheek. blinked down like you were being modest — even though your throat had gone dry. another tweet. you read it aloud, even though you probably shouldn’t have. :: “he acts interested when it’s convenient. she deserves someone who’d kiss her without needing a challenge to do it.”

huda glanced at chelley .. who had been switching her gaze between cierra and olandria, searching for something. amaya shifted uncomfortably, opening her mouth to speak .. and closing it again.

you swept the card back like it didn’t matter, like it wasn’t bleeding in your trembling hands — the camera zoomed in slowly. :: “every time she talks about her feelings, he blinks like a broken npc.”

you flipped between the next. and the next. one after the other. you definitely weren’t reading them out loud anymore.

:: she deserves an oscar for pretending he’s even halfway interested );

:: sista, blink twice if you r bein held hostage in that couple /:

each one chipped away a little more — not just at the connection you thought you had, but at the trust you'd been building. with him. with this whole place.

your lip twitched. not from sadness — not yet — but from restraint. the pressure behind your eyes. the heat in your chest. you couldn’t cry here. not in front of all of them. you flipped another.

:: she’s a seat-filler for nic’s airtime. SIGH

the production cameras remained on you and nic .. not to mock, not even to sensationalize. just to watch. to see when you’d break.

:: if she doesn’t leave him in the next recoupling, i will personally jump into that villa myself.

:: you can see her trying. you can see him trying not to ):

:: he’s not emotionally unavailable, he’s just not emotionally available for her.

:: he’s using her to stay safe. i’m tellin yall!!!!!!!

:: bro has a stronger connection with every other chick /:

then, with careful precision, you gathered the entire stack of cards in your hands — the ones you hadn’t read aloud, the ones still humming with other people’s opinions. quietly, you smacked them down on the wooden decking beside you.

your hands returned to your thighs, palms flat, fingers pressing lightly against the fabric of your skirt. you let out a low, controlled sigh — not quite frustration, not quite defeat, just the sound of holding too much in for too long.

and then you lifted your gaze. nic sat at the couch, still in the firepit circle, half-lit by the glow of the flames. his arms were at his sides in defeat, jaw slack, brows drawn — like he couldn’t decide whether to speak or shrink back.

he saw the look on your face. something deeper than coldness or anger or exhaustion. it was the look of someone who had defended him in confessionals. chosen him in games. believed him when he said, “it is real. this is. i’m not here for the cameras.”

they see it. why couldn’t you?

the producers didn’t butt in. didn’t call out to check on you. didn’t pull you for a confessional. because they had gotten what they needed already. a full segment’s worth of silence, humiliation, and slow-burn devastation — all from a fan favorite breaking in real time.

you were trending two days ago. you were getting calls to the hideaway. being called the heart of the villa. you were all in. and for some reason, production needed the shock value; deep into the season. and you were the cleanest one to hit. the golden girl gets played? that’s reality television gold. this twisted plot would change everything from here on out.

then, the islanders began to scatter — slowly, awkwardly — like they didn’t want to be the first to stand, but couldn’t bear to stay. soft footsteps creaked against the wooden deck. a water bottle rolled off someone’s knee and was left behind. just quick and tight-lipped grins over-the-shoulder glances. someone murmured, “give them a minute.” and no one argued.

the villa emptied in pieces.

soon, it was just you and nic.

you took up the comment-cards again (feeling heavier than paper) and made for your previous spot .. now just a few inches away from nic. you made sure not to touch.

the fire danced lazily in the pit ahead, casting orange flickers across his face. he was sitting forward, elbows on his knees, fingers picking at the small silver hoop in his ear — not for style this time. just something to do.

you were staring past the flames. past the moth circling the overhead light. past the garden furniture, the cameras, the whole artificial warmth of the villa. you were gazing straight ahead, not on anything in particular, but your focus was splintered — your thoughts tripping over themselves, trying to untangle the truth from what you felt.

“i ..” your voice. “i don’t understand.”

nic blinked up, slightly startled.

“i’m not understandin’ where it’s coming from,” you continued, barely more than a whisper. “i don’t feel it.”

“the comments?”

you let out a soft breath .. just short of a scoff. “yeah,” you answered, sighing deeply. “obviously.”

a long pause.

“i didn’t feel it ..” you said again. “whatever they’ve been seeing. i thought we were good. i thought you were with me. like .. actually with me.” you bit your lip to steady your tone, but it still shook. not from heartbreak though. from disorientation. “what am i missing?”

he let the question hang. you watched his throat bob as he swallowed hard. he ran a hand over his mouth, exhaled like the words were too massive. too thick to shove down. “i think ..” nic shook his head. “i think you’ve been showing up for me - in ways i haven’t .. quite matched.”

“not because i didn’t want to,” nic rushed. “just because .. i thought i had more time.”

“more time to what?”

nic held your stare now. this close, his eyes looked tired. regretful. still so handsome, still so familiar — but suddenly, so far from you. “to figure out how i feel,” he said, honesty spilling out, clumsy and raw. “to .. catch up to you.”

and your heart dropped. you tried to breathe through it. “catch up ..?” you echoed. “you’ve been waitin’ to feel somethin’ i’ve already been givin’ you?”

“no - it’s not like that -“

“it’s exactly like that.”

nic sat up straighter now, voice firm: “it’s not. you have to believe me. i care about you. i do. i’ve just been - i don’t know, like .. holding back.” his knee bounced. his fingers twitched. “and not because i don’t feel anything, but ‘cause everything’s been moving so fast. i don’t wanna mess this up.” his hands gestured uselessly in the space between, as if trying to shape the chaos into something cleaner. “didn’t wanna say the wrong thing, or come on too strong .. or get in too deep without knowing how to do it right.“

then: “i didn’t think it was .. obvious. thought i was .. hiding it better. you know?”

your eyes stung, lashes dampening. you blinked, swallowed, looked down for a second — not to avoid him, but to brace yourself. “yeah ..” voice rougher than you intended. “you hid it so well the entire country noticed.”

that shut him up.

and his gaze dropped. his shoulders drooped. “i didn’t mean to embarrass you. that - that was not what i was doing.”

you looked at him .. really looked .. and you could tell he meant it. but that didn’t make it better. if anything, it made it worse. “but you did.” words burned on the way out. “now i’m stuck wonderin’ if i ever had you -“

instantly. “you did have me.” nic’s voice cracked. “you do.” there it was again. that impossible closeness. so near, and still not touching. “you do.”

and now he was showing you. like actually showing you — in the only way he knew how .. with his mouth. using his mouth. licking and sucking and slurping and spitting. because where his words had failed you, his mouth spoke in full sentences — munching, devouring — making up for every second he kept you guessing.

but, this might’ve been more for nic than you ..

his forearms were pushed into the tops of your legs, biceps flexed and straining as he kept you wide open for his mouth. his fingers dug around the soft underside of your thighs, knuckles dragging into the mattress, refusing to ease up. you could feel him breathing against you — harsh, uneven — for he wasn’t just eating you out, he was trying to bury something. his mistakes. his fears. make you forget both.

through the mess of this — lips still latched to your clit, chin wet — nic’s eyes lifted and found yours. dark. blown wide. locked in. it wasn’t some fleeting, accidental glance. no — he studied. held his scan. let it burn.

and it hit you in your chest first, then lower — that look. like he was watching the exact moment you fell apart. like he needed to see you feel it. watch your face twitch, your lips part, your body arch. as if that was his proof — that you were still his. that this was still real. that those comment-cards were bullshit. because they knew.

“you know it’s yours ..” he’d whisper, devotion in every swipe and heavy lap of his tongue. “hated that .. seein’ you look like that. look at me like that .. you know me, baby. you know me -“ and you’re trying your very best not to let it all tumble out in one wrecked, broken sound. every whimper that bubbled up burned thick at the back of your throat, mixing with breathless gasps and swallowed moans you couldn’t quite keep down. they sat there, gargled and trembling, threatening to crack you open from the inside out.

nic peeled back, strumming the pad of his thumb down your messy slit before, again, rolling his tongue from bottom to top. to bottom. to top. to bottom. to top again. “you trust me .. right?” you let your shivering legs wrap around the back of his neck fully, ankles locking and toes curling. “tell me,” words muffled into you, vibrating deep through your stomach.

you swore — if he kept talking, you’d explode.

“nnnngh,” you whimpered, the grip of your hand in his hair getting stronger; acrylics all in the way. you’re fucking his face now, grinding yourself against his mouth while watching his eyes take mental snapshots — his cock erect and twitching in his pants. “nic ..”

“hmm?” he groaned into you. after a second, he did it once more. and more. if he wasn’t being verbal, he was humming; guttural quivers that rolled and made straight into your core. you could feel each sound — deep and constant — reverberating through your hips, your thighs, your spine. “mmf.” downright filthy.

“i .. i trust you ..”

with a gentle flick of his tongue, he swiftly slides in, diving past the ring of your entrance. you’ve slowed yourself against his mouth now, whining at the feel of his tongue prod in and out of you. you’re even closer to the brink of your edge and you can feel yourself shaking and twitching the second the tip of his finger taps down onto your clit.

you couldn’t help but start to babble, sick and incoherent. weakly rutting your hips against his face once again. “‘m cumming -“

[bonobochick]

Nic & Olandria in the S7 Love Island USA finale (ep 7x36) .

Them celebrating making it to the finale, their epic & romantic finale date, and finale night with speeches to each other. 🥰🥰

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Bonus interaction from ep 7x35 aftersun 🥂