you sitting on your bed when your boyfriend comes in, the smell of baked goods already catching your attention before he entered. he sat behind you and abruptly gently held you from behind wrapping his arms around you, while laying his head on your right shoulder, which quickly makes you remember his pretty hair and smile and his love or you flash in your mind making you squirm briefly.
he relaxes into you and smiles calmly waiting for you to relax. he takes a muffin and feeds it to you, gently yet insistently feeding you it lovingly, taking care to make it convinient for you. after a few bites he puts a bottle of water to your mouth. you eventually cant help but let out a sigh and relax back into him, a yawn quickly following as no willpower is left to not relax and let yourself float into relaxation while held gently caringly by him. you head falling slump against his shoulder and yours eyes fighting between staying closed or open, ending in them closing when he places his hand on your head and you go fully limp against him as every muscle fully relaxes, helpless to do anything else. its not long before your deep asleep on him in under 2 minutes.
you wake up because of the sun through the window, yet find after yawning that no limb wants to move and protest it. any thoughts on wanting to cling to him so this moment never ends are paused as he notices your awake and knows what your shuffles mean so he starts ever so lightly running his hand through your hair while talking softly about how he is all yours for the next some odd hours so theres no fear of him leaving, which drains you of any fight quickly and let yourself slump into him again, relieved to bath in the moment.
I just want someone to gently dominate me for a while. I want to be able to fully give up control and just let go while still feeling safe and loved. I want the trust that comes with it.
I actually got two prompts for this and I was waiting for something to hit.
Have some…post race copium.
Charles is fearless.
Pierre knew that when they were kids and he knew it when they were teenagers and he knew that when they were staring down F1 seats.
He’s his best friend. The person who knows Charles the best so it’s surprising to him that he doesn’t realize that Charles is not so fearless until they’ve properly gotten their shit together.
One week on a boat and the most ridiculous conversation of Pierre’s life and they slip into boyfriends relationship lovers like they’ve slipped into everything their entire lives.
There’s no learning curve. Pierre doesn’t have to adjust. No, now he only has to refrain from kissing Charles senseless in front of other people instead of all of the time.
Except.
Well, except now Pierre sees the little worry lines in Charles’ face sometimes. Maybe it’s the fact that he knows Charles body better than he ever has and maybe it’s just because Charles is letting it slip, but he notices it.
He notices it when he’s watching Arthur race and he notices it when Lorenzo says Norman is sore from a crash and he notices it when they part ways on Sunday morning and Charles says, “Have a safe race, Pear.”
Never a good race. Have a safe race.
And Pierre understands. He understands because it was Suzuka last year that cracked them all to hell and forced them to finally work it out, but he never looks at it head on. Because he’s afraid he’ll do something stupid like ask Charles to quit racing so they can elope in some foreign city and design baby onesies while they raise a whole football teams worth of children.
Anything but get in a car.
So, he knows that when he sees the pictures - his car underneath Esteban’s - Charles is going to…be a little fearful tonight.
“Hey,” Charles whispers, slipping up beside him outside the Alpine center.
Pierre is showered and changed and is only hanging out because they’re on separate flights out and won’t see each other for two days.
Ben moves around, making it look organic but shielding the two of them from cameras or eyes or - he nods once and Pierre clasps Charles’ wrist in his hand and tugs him away, in the tiny corner between Alpine and a trailer. The angle of it hiding them from anyone.
Charles looks exhausted. Angry and exhausted, but that little line in his forehead….
Even though they’re hidden, they don’t have much time and they wouldn’t risk it anyway. Too much at stake.
So, Pierre takes Charles hand before wrapping it around his wrist. They could be talking. They could just be talking.
“Feel my heartbeat, Cha.” Pierre whispers, squeezing his own hand down on top of Charles’. “Do you feel it?”
Charles blows out a shaky breath. The line in his forehead disappears. “Yes. Yes, I feel it.”
They don’t say anything else. Pierre doesn’t kiss him like he so desperately wants, but he doesn’t remove his hand.
“My debrief.” Charles eventually says, and Pierre let’s go.
“I’ll see you at -“
Charles leans in brushing their cheeks together and it throws Pierre so much he stops speaking. “Joris will cancel my thing tomorrow. I will be at yours tomorrow morning, yes?”
Pierre nods once, jerky and thrown off balance by it.
“I need you.” Charles says with a raw edge and so Pierre nods, more thrown off that Charles is changing up his beloved schedule. It must have shaken him quite badly. And when will he not give him everything?
“Tomorrow.” Pierre smiles at him, and then Charles is slipping away, back to Ferrari for his debrief and his shower and his post-race ice bath.
Ben levels him with a look when he too slips from the shadows.
Pierre tries to play it off, by making a joke. “Won’t need you tomorrow, Ben. Got my own personal trainer coming to visit.”
“Good.” Ben says immediately, touching his shoulder. “You scared us today.”
still waiting on that lesbian relationship where one of them is a confident makeup artist and the other is your stereotypical good girl who is insecure of her looks and one day she quietly asks her makeup genius girlfriend to make her beautiful and she does but instead of using actual makeup products she uses toy makeup salon items (like one of those cheaply-made pink plastic ones) and by the end of it she asks her soft amazing girlie what she thinks and she says that she doesn't look any different and they kiss softly and the makeup genius softly says "exactly" and they have cuddles for the rest of the day
Whenever Bakugou thinks abt you, he looks constipated.
Like no, because whenever he thinks about you, it's an endless rabbit hole for him. It takes one though of you, how cute you looked in that oversized sweater today...
Then another thought comes in, somehow connecting to that other thought, then another and another.
And now he's here, sitting in class, trying so hard not to smile and giggle like a little school girl over the thought of how you would look on your guys wedding day. (Ofc thats different when he's in his dorm alone, then he'll giggle his ass off about kissing you in the rain.)
His eyes would be closed, entranced into his imaginative state while trying to keep up his usual look- which then looks like he's trying to take the biggest shit of his life.
For you, it's cute, you think while watching his face contort slightly, possibly acting out his fantasies a bit without realizing his surroundings.
For him, he's experiencing an absolute euphoria throughout his daydreams that he hopes someday he can truly experience with you in real life ♡
