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[maretinelli]

YOUR LOVE HURTS

Lando Norris X paramedic!fem!reader

Summary: Years of friendship bind Y/N and Lando, but also prevent them from confessing the love they feel. He tries to escape his feelings by getting involved with other women, while she finds herself in frustrating dates that were secretly sabotaged by her best friend. However, some secrets cannot be hidden forever.

Words: 7.7K+

Warnings: Anguish, best friends to lovers, mentions of Y/n's work, bottled up feelings, fights between best friends (and physical aggression, but nothing too specific and serious) and of course, happy ending because I can't handle myself hahaha

Author: English is not my first language, so apologies for any mistakes that may occur throughout the story. I don't know where this idea came from, but it's definitely meant to be written for Lando hahaha I hope you like it, as always❤️🇧🇷

MASTERLIST

Y/N and Lando's friendship began unexpectedly during her first few months at McLaren. She was a young, newly qualified paramedic, full of determination but still learning to deal with the fast pace of the Formula 1 world.

Their first interaction happened after a small incident on the track during training. Although it wasn't serious, Lando needed assistance, and Y/N, even though she was still in training, was assigned to help him. He, with his relaxed and playful manner, tried to ease her nervousness with jokes, while she focused on her work, responding with a shy smile.

It was a simple moment, but it marked the beginning of something special.

As time went by and because they worked on the same team, casual meetings in the paddocks and quick conversations became more frequent.

Lando found in Y/N a person he could trust, someone who listened to his concerns without judging him, while she found in him a friend who made her feel comfortable and at ease in such a competitive environment.

They started sharing little everyday things - inside jokes, advice, secrets. It was easy to be around each other, as if they had always been a part of each other's lives. Therefore, it was not uncommon to see them together between runs or even outside of work, laughing and joking as if the rest of the world didn't exist.

However, behind the laughter and complicity, there were looks that lasted a second longer, subtle touches that awakened unexpected sensations and a feeling of emptiness whenever they were away from each other.

Y/N began to notice that Lando's smile made her heart race in a way she couldn't explain. Lando, in turn, found himself thinking about her more than he should, feeling restless when he saw her with other men.

It was a mixture of passion and love that scared them, something so intense that they preferred to keep it a secret, afraid of destroying the friendship they valued so much.

It was a hot and busy day at Silverstone Circuit, the traditional venue for the British Grand Prix. It was free practice day, and McLaren was focused on fine-tuning Lando and Oscar's car to ensure a good performance over the weekend.

Y/N, meanwhile, was in the VIP room reserved for team members and special guests, enjoying a rare moment of tranquility. The room was practically empty, with only the low sound of the television broadcasting the training sessions and the soft noise of the coffee machine in operation.

The paramedic was focused, holding the cup with one hand while adjusting the amount of coffee with the other. However, her peace was interrupted when she felt firm hands land on her shoulders, making her jump a little in fright.

Turning quickly, eyes wide and heart racing, she came face to face with Lando.

He was smiling, with his jumpsuit half open and the black team t-shirt underneath, still sweaty from training.

"Hey, who are you running away from to scare yourself like that?" He joked, with that relaxed tone that only he knew how to use.

She sighed in relief, but soon smiled, now more relaxed. "Shh," she said, leaning slightly towards him as if she were going to tell him a big secret. "I'm hiding from my department head. She wants me to tidy up the entire dressing room. But honestly, that's not my job. Put the newbies to it, I'm not one anymore."

Lando laughed, throwing his head back. "Classic! You're the only person who can get out of work during a Grand Prix."

"Oh come on, I deserve a coffee at least," she replied, lifting the cup like it was a trophy. "And you? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be analyzing data or something?"

"Maybe I just came to look for you," Lando said with a smirk, but quickly added, "Or maybe I came to get you some coffee too. But I'll let you decide which one sounds more interesting."

Y/N shook her head, laughing, as she finished preparing her drink and moved out of the way so he could help himself as well.

Between teasing and smiles, what was supposed to be a brief pause ended up becoming another moment that both would cherish, without realizing that, deep down, it was in these small moments that the feeling between them grew even more.

Lando poured himself some coffee as Y/N watched him, leaning against the counter. He turned to her with the cup in his hand, taking a sip before casually asking,

"What's up, paramedic? Any interesting stories today? Have you saved anyone's life or was it all smooth sailing?"

"Nothing too exciting. I just saw one of the mechanics earlier, he cut his hand while working on something on the car. And one of the engineers called me because he thought he was having an 'allergic reaction.'" She made air quotes with her fingers, laughing. "Actually, he just ate too much chili at lunch and got really upset."

Lando laughed out loud, nearly spilling his coffee.

"This is the kind of drama you expect from engineers, isn't it? They're always exaggerating."

"Yes, and of course, it was up to me to calm him down," she replied, crossing her arms. "But other than that, nothing major. I think my job only gets exciting when you or Oscar decide to do something stupid on the floor."

"Hey!" Lando feigned offense, pointing at her with his cup. "I'm an extremely careful pilot, I'll remind you of that."

"Of course it is," Y/N replied sarcastically as she gave his shoulder a light shove.

They laughed together and then decided to leave the VIP room.

The paddock was busy as usual, but there was a good vibe in the air, typical of a race weekend. As they walked by, people greeted them, waving or exchanging a few quick words.

They walked side by side through the paddock, enveloped in a comfortable silence. The noise around them—the distant sound of engines, the excited chatter of the teams, the hum of the fans—seemed to blend into an indistinct backdrop.

They were close to the garage of the team they worked in, where the movement was even greater, but even so, Norris seemed oblivious to everything, lost in his own thoughts as he looked at Y/N.

She paused for a moment, leaning her elbow on the railing overlooking the track and resting her head on her hand. Her eyes were fixed on the straightaway, as if she were thinking about something far away. Lando stood beside her, but his attention was not on the track or the commotion around them.

It was in her.

A slight smile appeared on his lips. He didn't know exactly why, but he always felt this way around her, as if the whole world could stop, and none of it would matter as long as she was there. It was something that scared him and, at the same time, comforted him. He tried to look away, but, as always, he failed.

"So, Norris," she began, breaking the silence as she still stared out at the track. A smile forming on her face. "Which woman did you bring to this weekend's GP?"

The question took him by surprise, and he let out a short laugh, trying to hide his discomfort. "Ah, Y/N, straight to the point, aren't you?"

"I'm just curious," she said, turning to him with a mischievous smile. "There's always one, isn't there? I thought you were going to be modeling some model today. Or maybe a cheap actress."

He laughed again, but this time it was more nervous.

"Well, this time, no one. Maybe I gave my charm a break."

"Impressive" Y/N replied, still smiling. "Could it be that the world is ending and no one told me?"

Lando shook his head, laughing, but his smile soon faded as the thoughts he had been trying so hard to avoid began to surface.

He knew why he dated so many women, why he threw himself into relationships that meant nothing. It was to forget. To try, somehow, to silence what he felt for her.

But it didn't work. It never worked. And it never would.

He remembered the nights he went out with someone, the times he tried to convince himself that this girl was what he needed. And then, every time, without fail, Y/N's image would appear. It was as if his mind betrayed him.

During kisses that should have been passionate, he thought about her. When he was alone in bed with some girl next to him, he imagined it was her. And it consumed him, because, no matter how much he tried to deny it, he knew the truth. None of them were her.

"You're quiet all of a sudden," Y/N commented, turning to face him with an arched eyebrow. As she sipped the rest of her coffee from the cup.

Lando blinked, shaking off his thoughts and regaining his smile. "I'm just enjoying the moment, Miss 'Too Curious'."

Y/N rolled her eyes with a smile, looking back at the track. He, however, continued to look at her, with a heavy heart, trying to hide what he felt behind yet another joke. As he always did.

She continued to stare at the track, the light wind blowing a few loose strands of her hair, while Lando stood beside her, leaning against the barrier. He was watching her discreetly again, but this time she turned, as if she had sensed something, and her eyes widened as she saw someone approaching in the middle of the paddock flow.

"Oh no" The paramedic muttered, turning to Lando with a mischievous smile and a gleam of urgency in her eyes. "My boss is coming. We have to escape."

Lando arched an eyebrow, clearly amused by her drama. "We? No, no. You have to run away. I did my job well today."

She rolled her eyes, pushing his shoulder lightly. "Don't be ridiculous, help me!"

Before she could say anything else, Lando was already pulling her by the hand. "Okay, let's go, runaway paramedic." He said with a huge smile, starting to run across the paddock.

The two of them ran down the busy hallway, laughing like they were teenagers running away from a teacher in the school hallway. Y/N glanced back on reflex, and there was her boss, trying to get past people and clearly looking for her.

"She's going to kill me" Y/N said between laughs, trying to keep up with Lando's pace.

"That's because you're always running away from work, Y/N!" Lando joked, looking back to check if her boss was still away.

"I work harder than you, Norris!" Y/N replied, unable to contain her laughter.

They turned a corner, passing members of other teams who gave the pair confused looks. Lando, still holding Y/N's hand, made sure to pick up the pace, making sure her boss lost track.

Finally, they stopped in a quieter area, hiding next to some crates near the garage.

The two were panting, trying to catch their breath as they laughed softly.

"Right" Lando said between breaths. "That was the most exciting thing that happened all day."

“Definitely” Y/N replied, leaning against one of the boxes, still laughing. She looked at Norris, her expression relaxed and genuinely happy. “You’re terrible, you know that?”

"Hey, I saved your life just now" he snapped, raising his hands in defense.

She just shook her head, the smile still plastered on her face. "You did, but only because you like to meddle in my problems."

"Oh, maybe" the pilot said, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. "But I guess that's one of my duties as your best friend."

She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, Lando flashed her that smile that always made her heart flutter. Even after so many years, he still had that effect on her.

She looked away, trying to hide the blush rising in her face as he watched her, his expression soft and his heart beating a little faster than he cared to admit.

••••••••••••••••••••••••

The sun shone down on the paddock on the second day of action at Silverstone Circuit. The atmosphere was as frenetic as ever, with mechanics, drivers and team members rushing around.

Y/N walked quickly across the paddock, holding some first aid supplies in one hand and some papers in the other. Oscar had been slightly injured during training, and she was going to meet him to check if he was okay.

She was walking so quickly, her mind focused on her work, that she didn't notice someone turning the corner at the same time. The impact was inevitable. Y/N stumbled backwards, but before she could fall, she felt firm hands holding her by the waist, stabilizing her.

"Hold on" Lando said, smirking as he held her.

Y/N clutched the items in her hands, making sure nothing fell out, and looked up, meeting Lando's eyes. His face softened when he saw his best friend there.

They were so close that she could feel the heat of his body and hear his soft breath against her face. His gaze seemed different this time, more intense, as if he were seeing something beyond what he was used to. Her heart raced, and she swallowed hard, realizing that he was still holding her.

"Lando, if you wanted to hug me, you just had to ask, you didn't have to run me over" Y/N joked, trying to lighten the moment and hide her nervousness.

He let out a humorless laugh, removing his hands from her waist in one quick movement and crossing his arms, clearly uncomfortable.

"Yeah, well... you were the one who bumped into me, but it's okay, I'll let it go this time," he replied, looking away for a moment.

Y/N smiled, still trying to ignore the blush on her cheeks as she rearranged the items she was carrying.

"So, where were you going in such a hurry?" Lando asked, changing the subject to diffuse the tension.

"I was on my way to see Oscar," she explained, waving the papers in her hand. "He got hurt a little in practice, but nothing serious. I'm just going to make sure he doesn't make a big deal out of it."

Lando chuckled, shaking his head. "How typical of him."

"Now it's your turn," she said, narrowing her eyes with a curious smile. "And you, where were you going?"

He hesitated for a moment, his fingers itching in the pocket of his overalls. The truth was that he was going to meet a woman he had been casually involved with, yet another attempt to stifle the feelings he had for Y/N.

But now, standing there, with her looking at him like that, it seemed almost impossible to say it.

"Oh, I..." Norris began, scratching the back of his neck and looking away. "I was going to... meet someone."

"A person?" Y/N asked, arching an eyebrow, but already knowing what he was talking about.

"Yeah, you know, just... someone." He smiled awkwardly, trying to lighten the weight of the words.

Y/N felt discomfort growing in her chest, but forced herself to keep her tone light. "Oh, sure, Lando Norris and his lucky fans," she said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I hope she knows she's competing with her best friend as the most amazing person you know."

Lando heard the tone in her voice, something she was clearly trying to hide, and for a moment he was speechless. Her smile seemed less genuine, and he knew the conversation had changed the mood between them.

Before he could respond, a voice called out to Y/N in the distance. "Y/N! Come!"

She turned toward the sound, seeing one of the engineers waving at her. “I have to go,” she said, turning her gaze back to Lando. “Don’t be late for qualifying, Norris.” She smiled again, but this time it was more of a mask than anything else.

Lando nodded, watching her walk quickly away across the paddock, disappearing into the crowd.

The pilot stood there for a few seconds, still processing what had just happened. He looked at the path he should follow, where the woman was waiting for him, but the idea of meeting her now seemed completely wrong.

Without much thought, he turned and began walking back to the garage.

He wasn't going to meet her. He didn't need to. He didn't want to.

Instead, he decided to focus on what really mattered: The race, and maybe, who knows, the chance to resolve what he felt for Y/N before it was too late.

The day passed slowly, but the atmosphere between Y/N and Lando seemed heavier than usual. Ever since their conversation in the paddock in the morning, she had kept herself busy, always finding something to do, avoiding any opportunity to be alone with him.

Lando, for his part, tried to ignore the discomfort he felt, but every moment their eyes met and she quickly looked away made everything seem worse.

It was late afternoon, and Lando was in the McLaren garage, sitting in a corner, lost in thought. He stared at a spot on the floor, his arms crossed and his mind restless. The morning's conversation kept replaying in his head, and he couldn't shake the discomfort he felt.

Oscar appeared at her side, casual as always, with a bottle of water in his hand and the bandage that Y/N applied to his face as soon as he left training.

He looked at his teammate, immediately realizing what was going on. "You know this is a terrible idea, right?" Piastri said bluntly, catching Lando's attention.

The Brit raised his eyebrows, surprised by the direct approach. "What?"

"Staying in this stupid cycle of dating women to try to forget Y/N. Everyone knows you like her. Even she knows, probably."

Lando let out a sarcastic laugh, shaking his head. "Thank you, Doctor Piastri, but I don't think my love life is any of your business."

Oscar ignored the defensive tone and rolled his eyes, taking a sip of water before continuing. "Seriously, Lando. You need to stop running away from this. Tell her what you're thinking, just get it over with. Everyone sees the way you look at her. And honestly, I think she has feelings for you too."

Lando was silent, processing his friend's words. He knew Oscar was right, but admitting it to himself was another story. He sighed, rubbing his face with his hands.

Before he could answer, they both saw Y/N in the distance, walking quickly towards the garage, seeming focused on her cell phone and a little rushed.

Oscar elbowed Lando lightly, leaning in to speak softly. "Now's a good time. Go for it."

"No way" Lando replied, looking at the ground and pretending not to hear.

Y/N was so focused that she didn't notice the two. Oscar, however, didn't miss the chance to call out to her. "Y/N! Where are you going in such a hurry?"

She stopped abruptly and turned around, surprised to see them there. "Oh, hi, boys" she said, with a slightly nervous smile.

Oscar raised his eyebrows, clearly curious. "Are you running away from something? Or someone?"

Y/N laughed, but her nervousness was evident. She began to fiddle with the bag she was carrying, avoiding their gazes.

"Actually, I... was leaving early."

"Leaving early?" Lando asked, raising an eyebrow, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

She bit her lip, looking down at her feet before finally confessing, "Yeah, I... have dinner."

Oscar and Lando exchanged quick glances, and it was Lando who broke the silence, his voice now more serious and emotionless.

"You didn't tell me anything."

The paramedic fiddled with the hem of McLaren's blouse, clearly uncomfortable.

"Yeah, well... He works at Mercedes. He's a close friend of George's, and he helped set up the meeting. He's a really nice guy, you know? We're going out tonight."

The words hit Lando like a punch to the gut. He tried to maintain his composure, but his chest felt tight, as if the air had been sucked out of the room. Lando forced a smile that didn’t reach his eyes and gave a slight nod.

"I see. Good for you."

As Y/N spoke, he couldn't help but think about how wrong it felt. The idea of Y/N with another guy, someone other than him, was unbearable. He knew he had no right to feel jealous, but it was impossible not to feel that way.

What he didn't know, however, was that Y/N was only dating that guy because he had something that reminded her of Lando.

A smile, the slightly curly hair, the relaxed way of speaking, even the tone of the voice. She was trying to convince herself that she could move on, that she didn't need to keep harboring feelings for someone who would clearly never see her the same way.

She was wrong. Clearly wrong.

Oscar noticed their discomfort, but remained silent, pretending he wasn't there and waiting to see how the situation would unfold.

"Well, I have to go" she said, finally looking up. "Wish me luck."

She smiled before turning and walking towards the paddock exit, leaving Lando standing there, feeling like the ground had collapsed beneath his feet.

Oscar looked at him, waiting for a reaction. "What now?"

"Now I'm going to solve this!" Lando starts walking and Oscar follows him for a moment.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to confess to her?" Oscar asks a little loudly, as Lando comes out into the paddock.

"No, I'm going to do something else." He walks faster, trying to be faster than Y/N, going another way so she doesn't see him.

Oscar runs his hand through his hair, fearing what his friend might do.

•••••••••••••••••••

Y/N was in the hotel room, finishing the last details of her hair, while looking at her reflection in the mirror. A genuine smile lit up her face, something rare lately.

Every movement, every small preparation, made her mind wander. She couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if, instead of meeting someone else, it was with Lando. The fluid conversation, the jokes that only they understood, the comfort he brought so effortlessly.

He sighed, returning to reality as he looked at the delicate watch on his wrist. The hand indicated that there were only a few minutes left until the agreed time in the hotel lobby.

She grabbed her bag and, after one last look in the mirror, left the room, locking the door behind her.

The elevator took her down to the ground floor in silence. As the doors opened and she began walking toward the reception, her cell phone vibrated in her hand. Unlocking the device, she read the message:

"Y/N, I'm sorry, but I won't be able to make it. Something unforeseen happened here and we can schedule it for another day. Good night"

What do you mean unexpected? What? And why now at the last minute?

She stopped in her tracks, reading the message over and over again. She huffed in frustration as she rolled her eyes. She put her phone back in her bag, irritated by the setback, but she also couldn't ignore the feeling of relief that began to grow in her chest.

She didn't know what she would do if this meeting went beyond her expectations. After all, four years ago, her heart already had an owner. And he didn't even know it.

Still absorbing the mix of feelings, Y/N looked around. Her eyes landed on the hotel bar, a cozy and elegant space, and she decided that since she was ready, she wouldn't go back to her room any time soon.

She walked over and sat down on one of the high stools. The waiter approached, and she didn't hesitate.

"What's the strongest drink you have here?"

The waiter raised an eyebrow and gave a small smile before walking away. A few minutes later, he returned with a strong, aromatic cocktail garnished with a minimalist touch. Y/N took the glass, nodding in thanks, and took a long sip, feeling the warmth of the drink run down her throat.

It was then that he heard a familiar, hoarse voice beside him.

“Y/N?”

She turned her head and found him standing there beside her, a look of mild surprise on his face. Lando Norris. He ordered a beer from the waiter before continuing.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had a date."

Y/N let out a short laugh, shaking her head. "I did. But he canceled. Something unexpected, it seems." She rolls her eyes.

Lando frowned slightly, seeming to feel sorry for her. But happy inside, after all, his plan had worked.

"Seriously? He stood you up like that?"

"Yeah, it seems so," she replied, shrugging and trying to keep her tone casual. "What about you? Shouldn't you be resting for tomorrow?"

"I should have, but..." He shrugged with a carefree smile. "...Let's just say I needed a beer. I guess it was a good decision, since I found you here."

On the outside, Lando seemed calm, but on the inside, he was filled with relief. The idea of Y/N dating another man had bothered him more than he wanted to admit. And now that his plan was in place, he could breathe a sigh of relief.

He leaned against the counter, looking at her with a soft smile.

"Well, since your date is canceled, I might as well sacrifice myself and stay here drinking with you."

Y/N let out a genuine laugh, raising her glass towards him. "You're sacrificing yourself for me? That's a new one."

"Someone has to do the hard work." Lando raised his beer bottle and clinked it, the two of them laughing together.

The relaxed atmosphere took hold of them, and before long they were laughing, talking and sharing stories just like old times.

Even forgetting the tense atmosphere they experienced in the paddock that morning.

••••••••••••••••••••••

The night before, the hotel bar was the scene of laughter, stories and a mood that the two had not felt in a long time. Y/N and Lando started with light conversations, but the drink seemed to release the words that were kept deep in their hearts.

Lando, beer in hand, looked at her as if every word mattered, as if every laugh she gave was precious. The warmth of the drink made him feel lighter, but also more vulnerable.

In a moment of silence between the two, he looked at her, feeling the urge to finally say what had been kept inside him for so long.

"Y/N..." He began, his voice lower, almost hesitant.

She looked at him curiously, a soft smile on her lips. "What is it, dear Lando?"

He knew he was drunk, he knew that if he said something there, she might not take it seriously. Maybe she would even think it was the drink talking and not him.

"Oh, nothing. Forget it. I think I've had too much to drink."

Y/N laughed, taking another sip of her drink. "That's a new one. You admitting you crossed the line."

The next morning, Y/N was near the garage, close to her room where she was organizing some medical equipment, arranging the clipboards and supplies to use that day, in case there was an accident on the track.

As she finished organizing her things, she saw the man she was supposed to have gone out with the night before walking by. Ever the kind person, he approached her with a polite smile.

"Hey!" She greeted him, catching his attention. He turned and smiled when he saw her, pausing for a moment.

"Y/N! Good morning! How are you?"

"Yes, everything is great. And you?"

He nodded, but before he could continue, she raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a half-playful smile. "You know, I was thinking about your 'unforeseen' incident yesterday. Was it serious? Is everything resolved now?"

In fact, she didn't think about it, she was just trying to understand why he had canceled.

He gave a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck as he looked at her. "Well, about that... It's kind of complicated."

Y/N crossed her arms, below the stethoscope hanging around her neck, tilting her head slightly, curious.

"Complicated how? You've got me curious now."

He took a deep breath, seeming to choose his words carefully. "It wasn't really an 'unforeseen' incident. It was more... a person. Someone kind of thought it best that I didn't go."

Y/N remained standing, staring at the man with curiosity mixed with a hint of concern. He looked uncomfortable, struggling with something he clearly didn't want to reveal.

"What?"

He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I didn't want to say anything because... well, this person asked me to keep quiet about it."

Y/N arched an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly for him to continue.

"...But I see you're worried and curious right now. So, I think you deserve to know."

And then he told her everything. The words came out hesitantly, but enough to paint a clear picture in Y/N's mind: someone had directly interfered. Confronting and intimidating.

As he spoke, Y/N felt a rising wave of anger. Her heart began to beat faster, her hands began to shake, and heat rose to her face. Her mind could barely process the details; all she knew was that someone had dared to interfere in her personal life, manipulating things behind her back.

When he finished speaking, Y/N stood still, the words echoing in her head. Her breathing was heavy, and her eyes began to fill with tears that she couldn't hold back.

They weren't tears of sadness, but of pure anger. Anger at having been treated like a pawn in a game, at having someone else decide for her.

"Y/N, calm down," He said, raising his hands as if to calm her down. "Don't do anything impulsive. Please. I don't want to cause problems between anyone."

She looked at him with the sharpest gaze he had ever seen. "You're asking me to stay calm? After telling me this? Seriously?"

He hesitated, but continued. "Look, I'm really sorry. But maybe it's best if you just let this go. And honestly, I'm sorry...but I don't think we can hang out anymore..."

Y/N shook her head, determined, her eyes shining with pent-up anger. "I'll settle this now." Ignoring the last sentence from the kind, sweet, gentlemanly man she was supposed to have dated last night.

Before he could say anything else, the paramedic turned on her heel and began walking away. He watched her walk away, knowing he couldn't stop her.

As Y/N marched toward the McLaren garage, her fury was palpable. Her footsteps were steady, almost heavy, echoing against the paddock floor. The stethoscope around her neck shook violently with every sudden movement. Her fists were clenched, and her shoulders were tense.

Adrenaline ran through his veins as his mind was fixed on the objective: finding the person responsible for this.

When she entered the McLaren garage, the usual bustle of mechanics and engineers seemed irrelevant. She searched with her eyes, ignoring everything around her.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, while anger still pulsed strongly.

"Where is he?" She muttered to herself, her eyes burning with determination. She was willing to go to any lengths to get the answers she needed.

One of the engineers saw Y/N standing in the middle of the garage looking for someone, and decided to help. "Hey, looking for one of the pilots? They must be in their respective rooms."

Her head turned toward the engineer, who was standing near Oscar's car. She smiled friendly and thanked him. "Thank you!"

She went back, walking through the hallways until she reached where Lando's room and Oscar's were in the garage, her mind boiling with the words and her veins ready to gush out her blood that ran violently because of the adrenaline.

Before Y/N could even reach Lando's bedroom door, it suddenly opened. There he was, casually walking out, the usual smile on his face as he saw her figure at the end of the hallway.

"Y/N! What a nice surprise to see you here." He began to say, with a soft tone and a sparkle in his eyes.

She walked toward him with purposeful, almost furious steps, the stethoscope swinging violently around her neck. Her eyes did not shine with joy, but with an anger that seemed ready to explode.

But he didn't notice, and instead, he continued talking. "I was just going to call you, sweetie, so we could go get some coffee.

And then, the instant they were face to face, the sound echoed through the hallway.

The slap was loud, strong and accurate.

Y/N's hand would definitely be drawn on Norris's cheek for at least a week.

Lando froze. His hand automatically went to his now burning cheek. He blinked a few times in shock, staring at her as if he had been struck by lightning.

Without thinking twice, she began to beat his chest with her closed fists, not caring about the looks that could appear at any moment in the hallway. Her anger overflowed in every word that came out of her mouth, loud, almost screaming.

Lando simply defended himself by putting his arms in front of him as a shield. And Oscar, who was in the front room, heard all the paramedic's screams. But he didn't dare to leave the room he was in.

"HOW DARE YOU? Who do you think you are, Lando Norris?" She shoved him lightly in the chest, but the force of adrenaline made the impact seem greater. "You think you can decide who I date or don't date? You think you have that right over me?"

Lando backed away one step at a time, his hands raised as if he were trying to calm her, but her words were like gunshots fired into his chest.

"YOU'RE AN IDIOT, Lando! A complete scoundrel!" Her words were laced with frustration, tears of anger streaming down her face, but she continued without hesitation. "You're worthless! NOTHING! Neither are the whores you date! And yet you want to stick your nose into my relationship?"

"Y/N, wait, please," he tried, but she interrupted him again, her voice firm and filled with an intensity he'd never seen in her before.

"I'm not one of your disposable girls, Lando. I'm not one of those people you can manipulate and play with as you please!" She shoved him again, harder this time, as he leaned against the hallway wall, speechless. "You think that just because we're best friends, you can control everything that happens in my life?" She asked. "AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I SHOULD CALL YOU THAT!"

When she raises her hand, Lando catches it in the air, clearly holding it lightly. And then, he pulls her into his room in the garage, locking the door and pulling her into his chest. Hugging her tightly.

Y/N began to cry more. The sobs made her chest shake violently.

He knew there were no words to justify what he had done, and the guilt seemed to weigh more heavily with each tear that ran down her face.

After a while, she pulled away abruptly, pushing him away with her hands as she took steps back, creating distance between them.

There was anger in her eyes, but also a glimpse of deep pain, something Lando never wanted to cause, but which was now written all over the face of the person he loved most.

"Do you think you can control my life, Lando?" She asked, her voice cracking as she hurriedly wiped her face, even as tears insisted on falling. "I know what you did yesterday. He told me everything. How you went after him, how you forced him to cancel the date... You manipulated him like he was a puppet! Why? Why would you do this to me?"

She paused, taking a deep breath to try to maintain her composure, but her emotions were running high. "You know what's worse, Lando? That you did this without even thinking about what I wanted, what I felt. You acted like you OWNED my life!"

Lando lowered his head, her words hitting him like blows. He knew he had done wrong, but what hurt more was seeing how hurt she was. The pilot finally looked up to meet her eyes, and although he wanted to deny it, he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

"It's true," he confessed, his voice low and hoarse. "I did it."

Y/N shook her head in disbelief. She let out a sarcastic, bitter laugh as she crossed her arms. The stethoscope around her neck nearly fell to the floor.

"Of course you did. And why, Norris? What's your brilliant excuse this time?"

He took a step toward her, but stopped when he saw her gaze harden. Lando knew he couldn't run from this. Not anymore.

"Because I couldn't stand the thought of you with someone else," he began, his voice firm but thick with emotion. "I did it because... because I love you, Y/N. More than I should, more than a best friend should."

Her eyes widened, but the tears continued to fall, now at a slower pace. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Lando took advantage of the moment of silence to continue, approaching her slowly.

"I've tried to hide this for so long," he said, his voice shaking. "I tried to pretend that everything was okay, that we were just friends. But every time I saw you with another guy, every time you smiled at someone who wasn't me... it destroyed me. And yesterday, I just lost control. I knew I had no right to interfere, but I couldn't. Because the truth is, I can't see you with anyone, Y/N. I can't live with that idea."

She took a deep breath, trying to process what he was saying. But there was still anger mixed in with the tears. "So, to deal with your feelings, you decide to ruin my choices?" Y/N asked, her tone acidic.

Lando stepped closer, and this time she didn't flinch. He lifted his hands, cupping her face gently, as if he was afraid she might slip away.

"I know I messed up, Y/N. I know I was selfish. But everything I did... I did it because I love you. Because you're the only person I think about when I wake up, and the last person I think about before I go to sleep. And I know I dated other women, I tried to forget you, but none of it worked. They were never you."

"Uh huh, you love me." She laughs, making fun of his face. "You love me and how many other women?" Her tone was acidic, sarcastic and rude.

But Lando didn't let it get to his heart, instead he tucked a strand of her unruly hair behind her ear and smiled.

"You and however many daughters we have!"

That was the end. A new wave of tears invaded Y/N's face, but unlike the previous ones, these were of sadness, anguish and a little fear. The paramedic rests her head on his chest, without hugging or anything, just allowing the tears to fall.

Lando also had his own teardrops falling down his cheeks.

"I hate loving you!" Y/N finally confessed, her voice muffled. She lifted her head from Lando's chest, her eyes red and puffy, but still filled with the full intensity of her feelings. "You have no idea how hard it is, Lando," she began, her voice low, almost a whisper. "How much it hurts...to love you."

Lando remained silent, watching her every move, every word that came out as if it were a confession that had been forced out.

"I hate how vulnerable you make me feel," Y/N continued, wiping her tears with the back of her hands. "How you can make me happy and ruin my day at the same time. I hate every time I see you walking around the paddock with another woman, pretending you don't care when, in reality, you destroy me inside. I hate how every smile you give to someone who isn't me seems to steal a piece of me." The words came out fast, as if she was pouring out everything she had been holding in for years. "And the worst part of it all? I always come back. I always come back to you, even when I know I shouldn't. Even when I know this is all torture. Because, deep down, I love you. I always have...and I always will."

Lando tried to speak, but she held up her hand, stopping him. "Do you know what it's like to get this close, Lando? This close to someone you love and not be able to kiss them? Not be able to touch them? Not be able to be everything you want to be to them? It's bittersweet, it's frustrating, and yet... I've never been able to stop loving you."

She took a deep breath, the words sounding softer now, though still heavy with emotion. "But... I love you. As much as it hurts, as much as it is hard, as much as I hate it sometimes. I love you. And I hate it even more because, even after everything, you're still my favorite idiot."

Lando chuckled softly, even with tears still streaking his face. He reached out, holding her face tenderly as his thumbs wiped away the tears that were stubbornly falling.

"I promise I'll never hurt you like that again, Y/N. Never again. I just want to make you happy.

She let out a shaky laugh, shaking her head. “You’ve hurt me enough, Norris. Now it’s your turn to make up for it.”

He smiled, bringing his face closer slowly, unhurriedly, as if he was waiting for any sign from her to stop.

When she didn't pull away, he closed the distance, sealing his lips to hers in a kiss.

The kiss began hesitantly, as if they were both still getting used to the idea of finally being there, together, after so long holding unspoken feelings. Lando's lips met Y/N's with a softness that seemed to contradict the entire intensity of the moment, but soon the gesture gained strength and emotion.

He held her firmly, his hands still holding her face, his thumbs lightly caressing her cheeks, as if he wanted to convey everything he felt through that touch. Y/N, in turn, brought her hands to his chest, initially hesitantly, but soon slid them to his shoulders, pulling him closer, as if she needed to make sure he wouldn't leave.

The kiss was a mixture of relief and contained passion, an explosion of everything they had repressed for years. It was sweet and at the same time passionate, full of promises that didn't need to be said in words.

Y/N's heart was beating fast, as if it wanted to burst out of her chest, and she felt the same energy coming from Lando, as if he was also trying to convey all the love he couldn't express before.

When the two finally pulled away, just enough to breathe, Lando rested his forehead against hers, his eyes still closed, while a small but sincere smile formed on his lips.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this."

"I know, I was there!" Y/N opened her eyes, still panting, and replied softly, smiling slightly.

Y/N felt the comforting warmth of Lando's hands still on her face as he watched her with a mixture of tenderness and relief.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions that still took over her, but it was his voice that made her finally lose herself in the moment.

"I love you, Y/N!" He said, with a firmness that made her believe every word. "I've loved you for all these four years. Ever since the day I realized you were so much more than my best friend. I just didn't know how to deal with it... and I did everything wrong."

She bit her lip, feeling the tears burn again, but this time they were soft, like a release of everything she had bottled up inside.

"I love you, Lando," she finally said, her voice cracking. "I've loved you from the beginning. And it was so hard... so painful to see you so close, yet so far away. It hurt me more than you can imagine."

He nodded, squinting his eyes for a moment as if he was also holding himself back from crying more.

"I know. And I'm sorry for being so blind, for letting you go through this alone. But now..." He held her hands tightly, intertwining their fingers. "Now everything is clear. Finally. We don't need anyone else, Y/N. No failed dates, no other people in between... Just the two of us. You and me against the world."

A small, genuine smile formed on her lips, and she nodded, as if absorbing his every word.

"You and me against the world, huh?" Y/N repeated, her voice slightly playful but thick with emotion.

"That's right" he confirmed, leaning down to touch his forehead to hers. "I won't make any more mistakes. You're everything I've ever wanted, and now that we're here, I won't let anything or anyone come between us. And I'm not going anywhere without you, either."

She sighed, finally feeling the weight of the past few years begin to lift. "All I ever wanted was this, Lando. You. The two of us."

The pilot pulled her closer, enveloping her in a hug that felt as right as breathing. “So this is it. It’s you and me. Just the two of us,” he murmured, clutching her to his chest as if sealing a promise.

Y/N smiled against his chest, her heart finally at ease. "Just the two of us," she repeated softly, as if those words were a prayer that would bind them together forever. "And however many daughters we have in the future... According to you, a few minutes ago."

He chuckles, nodding and kissing the top of her head.

And there, in that moment, in the small room of the McLaren garage, with the distant sound of engines in the background, they finally found what they were looking for.

Each other. A new chance. A love that, even after four years of silence and pain, was strong enough to face anything. Just the two of them. Against the world.

[melminli]

what would it be like to be in a romantic relationship with cho hyun-ju? l headcanons

short summery - a few scenarios about dating the one and only, cho hyun-ju! (w/ fem!reader)

a/n: i’m not a trans person so i obviously can't know what that feels like, but i also never want to ignore that part when writing smth w/ her since it's an integral part of her identity! lmk if there ever is something that i should fix!

dating hyun-ju would probably have to happen either before her transition or quite a while after because she just wouldn't be in the right headspace to meet someone new during the early stages of all that change. it just would be a period in her life where she needs a lot of space and time for herself, so romantic relationships would definitely not be one of her priorities.

however, dating hyun-ju before she starts her transition would give you both several options on how to manage this step in your relationship. firstly, you would have to think about your sexuality a bit, if you haven't already done so. especially, if you would still want to be with her! it would obviously be difficult for hyun-ju to finally decide to come out to you because she loved you and didn't want to risk losing you, but of course, she would still respect any decision you made! sometimes you just have to let go of the things you love, even though it would break her heart if you decided to stay friends. but, either way, she was glad that she could trust you with this!

dating hyun-ju after she came out to you would lead to you helping her as much as you could through the steps of feeling more comfortable in her body and standing by her side after losing family and friends. you were ready for her to share her mental problems and more with you, so that you could support her, but hyun-ju would try to burden you as little as possible with all that stuff. having you by her side was enough for her and she also just didn't like complaining to the one person who made her forget about all the negative things in her life. so, maybe after a while, you two would agree that she should try therapy! it would be something that could reinforce her in a way that she felt more comfortable with when it came to her problems, and it would help her tell you about some things in a way that wouldn't overwhelm you or her.

dating hyun-ju would generally mean that you would always feel safe by her side, not only because she was a very understanding person and a good listener - but also because she was well aware of her own physical strength! there was a time when she was very ashamed of it and it wasn't her fault that society didn't consider muscles and stuff to be 'feminine', but you didn't want her to dislike herself for something that you loved about her. so, you did some research and discovered some great female personal trainers, wrestlers, and the like to show them to her! self esteem wasn't something that could be built overnight, but seeing other women who were like her and confident should still help somehow, right? besides, you two eventually started being fans of these people!

dating hyun-ju would mean that she would unconsciously take care of you in different ways. whether that meant taking you out somewhere or cooking for the two of you. honestly, you would have a hard time returning the favor because hyun-ju would insist that she liked giving more than taking, but she also deserved to sit back and relax sometimes! so, there would be more moments over time when she would let you take the lead and let herself get spoiled a bit.

dating hyun-ju would involve, that you only had to mention something you liked in a conversation once for her to buy it for you. she's pretty observant when it comes to things like that!

dating hyun-ju would mean that when you went to bed at night, you would often have long pillow talks until one of you fell asleep. the length of the conversations always varied, of course, but you both especially cherished the time on days when you were recovering from a busy week. you would just lie close to each other for quite a while, whispering quiet things to each other while the nightlight was on, and find comfort in each other's presence.

[jayhyunglover]

Fill the void

Pairing : Caleb x non MC reader Content :rough sex , aphrodisiac sex , oral sex (fem receiving) , slight bondage, inappropriate use of evol , slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex, MC's cameo , reader evol is mentioned, porn with plot , creampie (use protection guys ) Wk: 6.9 k (MF *side eye* ) Synopsis : when you fled on that island to save your comrade you didn't expect it to turn into forced vacation with the very reason of your jealousy. Part 2 to Heartless A/N: this part 2 wasnt planned but Caleb got me feeling some type of way . I need this man to rail me on top of a desk with his uniform still on and Call out my name playing in repeat in the BG. (Zayne be filling papers divorce after he heard say that) Now playing: Fill the void by The weeknd and Lily Rose Depp.

Fill the void.

Maybe that’s what you were desperately trying to do with Caleb’s presence in your life. Fill the enormous void in your heart and soul.

You didn’t know who avoided who at this point. Was it you or him? Who cared, anyway? He had his pipsqueak back. You just minded your own life and business now.

“It seems there isn’t anything wrong with that area,” you heard Commander Ash’s voice crackle through your headset.

“They must be hiding. Keep looking,” you replied, voice cool and controlled as your eyes scanned the real-time images from his UAV camera feed.

Usually, missions involving Protocurve anomalies fell under the Hunter Association’s jurisdiction, but the unusual readings near the Farspace Fleet-controlled zone warranted your team’s intervention. The fluctuations were too erratic, too dangerous to ignore.

A sudden crash broke through the static, followed by a sharp burst of white noise. Then, silence.

“Commander Ash! Can you hear me?” Your voice pitched higher as your fingers scrambled over the console. “Ash, respond!”

No answer.

Shit.

Ripping the headset off, you spun out of the command room, ignoring the shouts of other soldiers as they tried to stop you.

“Lieutenant General! Protocol requires—”

“I need Hershley 4543 prepped and ready for immediate departure!” you barked, cutting them off as you stormed into the hangar.

“Ma’am, that’s against—” the mechanic stammered, stepping forward.

“No buts! One of our own is out there, and I am not leaving him behind,” you snapped, your voice razor-sharp, thought your hands were trembling betraying the panic bubbling just beneath your façade.

The mechanic hesitated for a moment, then nodded, shrinking under your unwavering gaze. “Understood. We’ll have it ready in five.”

“Make it two.”

            …*...*...*...*...*...*...

You climbed into the cockpit of the Hershley 4543 -a sleek reconnaissance aircraft equipped with stealth capabilities and advanced tracking systems. The roar of the engines was deafening, but it grounded you. You went through the pre-flight checks with practiced efficiency, hands flying over the controls as the team cleared you for takeoff.

Rushing into danger like this was beyond reckless. You knew that. But Commander Ash was an ally -a friend even, though you’d never admit it aloud.

“Flight control to LTG,” a voice crackled in your ear. “Tracking a spike in Protocurve readings at your target location. You sure about this?”

You flicked the comm switch. “I’ll handle it. Just keep the airspace clear.”

               …*...*...*...*...*...

The flight to the designated zone was uneventful—eerily so. The clouds parted to reveal an expanse of barren terrain. From the air, everything seemed peaceful. Too peaceful.

You adjusted the thermal imaging on your monitor, scanning for any sign of Ash or the Wanderer he’d been tracking. The anomaly readings were spiking, but there was no visual confirmation.

“Come on, Ash. Where are you?” you muttered under your breath, gripping the controls tighter.

A loud thud made your ears perk up , your senses in high alert as you heard a faint curse.

What the actual fuck ? you quickly took off your headset ,shifting the commands on automatic pilot mode before standing up to explore what on earth was happening in the back of your plane. 

Your steps were as silent as the plane 2 minutes ago and you were starting to think the curse you heard earlier was just a trick of your imagination .As you approached the source of the noise , your right hand reached for your sidearm. 

You opened the curtain separating the rest of the plane from the cockpit  ,gun raised and ready only for your eyes to fall on that hunter girl 

What was Caleb's pipsqueak doing aboard an Airforce plane ? 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You heard your voice said , your eyebrows furrowing in a confused frown that had the girl in front of you gasping. 

You didn't lower your gun even as she scrambled onto her feet,  her hands raised in surrender. 

“Don't shoot , I am not an enemy” her voice was a pitched squeal that had your irritated nerves fraying further. 

“This is an Air Force operation , why are you here?” You asked, finally lowering your gun , the sigh of relief that left her lips didn't escape you. 

“I heard there is a wanderer involved  and I happen to be a hunter so I thought I could help” 

You scoffed at her words before placing your gun back in the holster. 

“And you think boarding without permission  on an airplane in mission is helping” you hummed sarcastically as you made your way back to the cockpit 

her hands curled into fists at your blatant dismissal , a small frown etched on her features as she followed closely behind you . 

“I am here to help” she repeated, her voice edged with an hint of frustration “not to be a burden” 

“Just you standing there and breathing is already a burden for me” you bit back before placing your headset back on, though your tone was cool and controlled the venom dripping from your words  stung harder than she cared to admit 

Just her existence was already a burden you thought,  eyes fleeting back to the faint signal that appeared on your screen. 

If she was the least offended by your words,  she didn't show it . After all, you were known among the Farspace fleet for your temper and sharp tongue.  And despite being there only for  a short amount of time , she seemed to have already picked up that information. 

She leaned against your seat to peer up over your shoulder at the monitoring screen where you could see the faint signal of Ash's locator 

What does she think she's doing ? The poisonous look you gave her would have probably sent her 6ft deep underground if only looks could kill but it didn't even make her flinch.

“If you're planning to tag along stay out of my sight unless you want to find out what happens when you jump off a plane without  parachute” your icy tone and the not so subtle menace in your words made her gulp audibly  but she didn't leave as you hoped, instead to your growing irritation she plopped herself in the co-pilot seat beside you , her eyes scanning over the command board like a curious child 

Just what the heck is wrong with her ? 

Whatever you shook your head before focusing back on the beeping signal of Ash's locator on your screen 

As long as she kept her mouth shut , Everything would be fine . You'd just have to pretend she wasn't there. 

But of course she wouldn't keep her mouth shut .

“I can sense  something” she whispered mostly to herself as she stared at the beeping hunter watch on her wrist but it didn't escape your ears 

Your eyes flickered towards her for a fraction of second before refocusing back on the monitoring screen where you could see how much closer you were getting to Ash's location 

“Hold tight, hunter. We are about to land” you warned her before preparing for the descent. 

She scrambled onto her seat,  her hands gripping the armrest for dear life . The sight almost pulled a small smirk from you but you quickly schooled your features back in their usual stoic mask . 

            …*...*...*...*...*...

Even as you landed on the small island where Ash’s coordinates led you , everything was still peaceful,  way too peaceful.  Though that hunter girl insisted on the fact she could sense something,  your surroundings were nothing short but the  picture perfect of a small tropical paradise. 

“It must be here” you heard her whisper to herself,  her feet pacing back and forth on the shimmering white colored sand  as she stared at that damn watch. 

“Stop pacing around like that , it's making me dizzy” you finally snapped, making her freeze in her tracks to look at you . 

“The signal said that Ash is there” you pointed at the dense forest at the edge of the beach 

“But the fluctuations are coming from this wa-” 

“We don't give a fuck about the fluctuations” you cut her off ,your voice icy cold as you stepped closer to her “we are here to save my friend and  not to play hunter x hunter so either you stay here and get killed by whatever is lurking on this island or you come with me” 

She contemplated your words for a moment,  her teeth nibbling at the plush of her bottom  lip for a moment before she finally spoke 

“Go , I'll manage alone” not the answer you expected but if she seemed determined to find this wanderer 

“Very well” you let out a faint chuckle before turning on your heels to head towards the forest where you'll probably find Ash without sparing her a second glance 

What ? She thought you'd bring her by a leash after you . She's a grown ass woman and can perfectly manage herself. Well you hope

If anything happens to her , Caleb will be devastated though. That torturing voice muttered in your ear . 

Fuck no . 

You weren't her damn babysitter and you didn't give a fuck about what Caleb thought or how would  he feel if something happened to her . Hell you didn't even give a damn about Caleb anymore. 

But even as you told yourself that , your legs were already jogging back to where you left her 

“Damn hunter” you muttered as your searched frantically on the beach but she was nowhere to be found , only the clear blue seawater and dusty sand was looking back at you 

Sorry Ash but hunter first then I'll save your ass. 

           …*...*...*...*...*...

You didn't know for how long you've been roaming endlessly on that island , searching for Ash and that damn hunter. You could easily leave her to perish there . After all it would quite the sweet revenge and finally satisfy your petty jealousy but you weren't letting anyone die on your watch not today 

You can always look away that same persistent voice whispered but you quickly shook it off. 

The dead branches creaked beneath your feet as you walked further into the forest , the eerily silence almost suffocating.  It was too quiet to be normal.  Not even a bird chirping sound ,That was beyond odd. 

A faint rustling made your ears perk up , your hand already pointing the gun in whatever direction it came from but to your surprise and relief you found the hunter girl and Ash attached and suspended like sausages by the vines 

No they weren't vines 

“Lieutenant don't get any closer” Ash shouted,  his voice laced with concern while the hunter was trying hard kick off those viscous tentacles around her legs 

You raised your gun to shoot but she interrupted you . 

“This doesn't work on them, see” she gestured to her gun laying on the grassy ground “wasted my whole magazine while trying to hit it” she sighed , her hands hanging loosely beside her head. 

You cursed lowly under your breath before grabbing the blade hidden in your boot to attempt to cut off those damn tentacles like vines or whatever they were 

“Why are you here , Lieutenant?” Ash asked,  earning a dirty glare from you 

“Saving your ass, of course” you let through gritted teeth before slashing through the vines to free him. 

He fell on the ground with a loud thud , his gloved hand reaching out to massage his head that got hit at the fall. 

You stepped over his body to cut off the restraints still curled around the hunter girl. She fell flat on her ass with a small gasp before sitting up. 

“Let's not hang around for too long” you suggested already helping Ash standing to his feet 

But you knew by the way she was observing the weird vines like tentacles you would definitely hang around for a while. 

“I've never seen a wanderer like that” she whispered fascinately , her hands already reaching out to touch it but you stopped her halfway 

“So what?” You scowled,  grabbing her wrist to stop her from touching the weird object   “new kind of wanderers appears everyday it's not the moment to play mad scientist,  hunter” you tugged her along wanting to get out of this island as soon as possible 

“But shouldn't we kill it?” She asked while you dragged her the further away possible  from this wanderer .

“That wasn't our mission,  Commander Ash was sent in reconnaissance and I went out of my way to save him” you explained not sparing her a glance while you navigated through the dense foliage with Ash trailing behind you. 

She seemed to understand your point thought the unimpressed look she gave you made you want to abandon her in this wanderers infested island

Yeah maybe you should do that . 

But as you were  concocting a plan to secretly ditch her and fly away with Ash in your head , A shrieking sound made you grab your gun quickly,  eyes roaming around the tall trees as you and Ash almost sandwiched the hunter girl between your bodies , senses in high alert 

“Stay right behind me and don't move” you warned her , your voice low and controlled as your eyes scanned the surroundings area searching for any signs danger 

And then it came , from above a dragon-like wanderer surged from nowhere, his clawed limbs aiming straight toward the hunter girl behind you. 

You quickly spun her around to fire at the beast but it dodged your attack with maddening ease 

Fuck. 

“Another one!?” you heard her whisper in a ragged voice 

“An enormous one apparently” you spat before recharging your gun. 

The dragon wanderer roared again before surging forward,  his attack still aimed at the hunter girl 

Just what the fuck did it wanted from her ?

You and Ash continued to shoot at it but it seemed useless , the bullet ricocheted against his scales covered skin with ease 

Shit ,at this rate you'd have to use your evol. 

You pulled on the trigger only to realize you no longer had bullets.

Crap  

“Commander” you looked over Ash who was hiding behind a tree. 

He shook his head , his own magazine empty. 

Fuck what do we do ? You looked down at the grass covered ground your mind racing a mile per minutes 

“Maybe I can try to resonate with it” the hunter girl suggested making your gaze snap back at her 

“You have the resonance evol” you and Ash exclaimed at the same time making her look at you with a puzzled gaze 

“Yeah” she murmured, her head tilting slightly to the side in confusion 

You exchanged a knowing look with Ash , your mind conveying the same thoughts 

You'll have to use your evol . Unlike you two Ash wasnt an evolver and your evol , well you hated it or to be more franc you hated to use it because things always ended up spiralling out of control when you did. 

But this time you didn't have any other choice and even if you absolutely despised this hunter you couldn't let her die . 

Don't get you wrong , if she die it might look bad for your career.  

“I am not going to ask you to trust me because I know you don’t and to be honest I do not either so are you ready to risk your life to get out of here Miss hunter?” You asked with an outstretched hand 

An invitation,  a deal for the survival of you 3. 

She looked longly at  your hand before grasping it. 

“well ,it's not like I have another choice” she breathed out before squeezing your hand. 

You let an half hearted  achuckle before yanking her to her feet to step out from behind  the tree you were hiding behind . 

You heard the shrieking sound again before catching a glimpse of the dragon surging towards where you were standing . 

You can do this.  Don't think about the experiment , the thunder , the electroshocks. 

Your eyes closed as you felt the burst of energy ran through your body , images of a young girl that wasn't yours flashing through your eyes . 

Caleb ? Why was he in those memories that weren't yours? 

You heard the clap of thunder before the shrieking sound grew louder . Another clap , louder than the previous one . The shrieking sound turned into a faint howl. 

You heard a distant call of your name but you couldn't respond,  the image in front of you making your gut twist . 

Caleb was gently cradling her cheeks as he wiped her tears . So this was what love felt like  ?

You could feel everything: how his warm hands glided over her face , the faint words of reassurances he whispered to her , the light kisses he left against her temple . You could feel it all  and it hurts, it hurts so bad it had you sinking  on your knees 

So this is what it feels like to be loved ? 

The sting of a slap wrenched you out of this loop of torture. The heart wrenching images of Caleb consoling his pipsqueak shattering in your mind . 

You blinked your vision back only to see the hunter and Ash's concerned faces looking down at you . 

“What happened?” You heard yourself ask, your voice sounded hoarse as your eyes roamed around to take on your surroundings . What was once a lush land of tree and foliage was now burned down to ashes 

“Where's the wanderer?” You questioned them

“Dead,” the hunter girl replied in a small and distant voice ,her eyes looking down in a way you didn't like at all . 

“2 thunderclap was all it took” Ash added  while avoiding your gaze 

Why were they acting so strangely? 

You hummed in response before standing up . Half of the forest was burned down leaving the giant wanderer laying on the center of it.

You approached it slowly , your steps deliberate as Ash and the hunter observed you from behind , their mind still struggling to comprehend what just happened. 

When you were at the dead wanderer's level you crouched down to observe it more closely.  A disgusting smell of burnt flesh was coming out of it , the nauseating scent so strong it had you pinching your nose 

But as you observed it ,a glowing light caught your attention making You lean in to take a closer look.

Only when you reached to touch it ,it exploded in a cloud of pink smoke that surrounded you. 

You coughed out as you waved it off with your hands but only one whiff made your head spiral uncontrollably.  It smelled so addictively good , the piney scent reminding you of Caleb ? 

Huh? you quickly shook off your head ,hoping the smell would disappear but it persisted making your mind grow hazier by the seconds. 

“Lieutenant” you heard Ash shout making your eyes snap back to his form who was already jogging towards where you were standing 

“We need to leave” he breathed out making you nod in agreement 

“You are right let's go” 

“Are you alright?” He asked , eyes squinting to observe you more closely,  taking in the unusual flush of your cheeks. 

“Why  wouldn't I be?” You retorted ,voice tenser than you intended. You internally winced at how his face fell at your harsh tone, his eyes darting away awkwardly.  

“Let's just get the hell out of this island ” you added with a last glance at the wanderer’s corpse  before starting walking ahead . 

Ash followed closely behind you , often shooting concerned glances as you made your way back to the airplane. 

Once inside your case worsened further . You felt your body growing more heated by the seconds,  your tie feeling too tight around your neck. 

You loosened it before running an hand through your hair . Miss hunter (that was the new nickname you gave her) keep shooting you curious glances along with Ash , finding your  fidgeting unusual even for the short amount of time she has spent with you 

“Are we arriving soon?” You asked for the nth time, heavy pants leaving your parted lips as you leaned against your seat 

Why did it feel so hot in here? 

“We'll be landing in approximately 32 minutes” Ash responded to your question 

32 minutes . that was far too long 

You needed to breathe,  to drink water , to see Caleb 

Caleb ? no , not Caleb 

“Fuck” you breathed out before taking off your jacket . The heat too unbearable 

“Are you sure you're alright?” You heard the hunter ask ,a hint of  concern lacing  her tone as she watched you struggle with unbuttoning the top 2 buttons of your shirt. 

“I am fine” you replied but the way your head was spinning uncontrollably was clearly  proving you wrong. 

You brushed it off as a side effect of whatever that pink smoke was but when you landed it only  worsened to the point you were stumbling toward your office room, leaving the debriefing to Commander Ash . 

You closed the door shut before walking over your chair to plop yourself on it. 

You still felt like you were  burning up , every fiber of your being screaming for a man who didn't even want you -need you the way you did. 

“What have you done to me Caleb?” You sighed as you leaned your head against your chair , your eyes looking up at the white ceiling as if it had the answers of your questions but it didn't.  No one did . 

You let out another heavy sigh before discarding your tie on your desk to see if you'd finally breathe properly .

Just as you thought you might be getting some rest from this unbearable heat that have been creeping up on your body your door fled open revealing an angry Caleb 

The sight of him , especially mad made your whole body throb with an intensity that should be concerning but your mind was way too clouded to care. 

He stepped closer to your desk , the clicking sounds of his boots along with your thumping heartbeat the only sounds registering in your mind. 

“What makes you think taking her on such a dangerous mission was a good idea ?” You heard him say , his voice barely able to contain his anger. 

His words cut sharply through your daze , your eyes blinking back to focus on anything but the way his face looked so distractingly attractive 

“I didn't take her anywhere” you said,  your voice sounding way too calm and steady for someone who was literally burning in the inside “your pipsqueak boarded on that plane without permission like a grown up” you added earning a scoff from him 

“You expect me to believe she managed to pass all those security guards to board on a plane with you out of all people” he leaned in to rest his hands on your desk , his eyes shining with a possessive gleam that wasnt directed at you but got your heart rate spiking nonetheless 

“What ?” You tilted your head mockingly at him before raising from your seat to lean closer towards him “you expected me to put a gun on her temple to force her fly away with me on an wanderer infested island only to come back unscathed” you added in a heated whisper against his ear that had his jaw clenching 

“Think wisely Caleb” You scoffed before stepping away from him , attempting to put some distance between you , to quell down the hunger that stocked further  inside you the more you inhaled the addictive scent of his cologne 

But Caleb wouldn't let you off the hook this easily . As you walked beside him to head to your office door , he pulled you towards him by wrapping his hand around your wrist. 

An embarrassing squeal left your parted lips as you felt your back hit the wooden material of your desk .

“Have I ever told you that jealousy looks awful on you , Lieutenant?” You felt the ghost of his lips against your heated skin as he whispered the words against your neck 

“T-this has nothing to do with jealousy” you heaved out , already panting while he hasn't even touched you yet .

“It doesn't hm?” He purred against the soft flesh of your neck before biting on it hard enough to have you clawing at the edge of the desk “then why have you been avoiding me?” 

The question made your eyes widen the suddenness of it too abrupt for your scrambled mind to process . 

“Tell me , lieutenant” he pressed,  his lips leaving a gentle kiss on the bruised skin he bit earlier . 

“You have your pipsqueak back our deal is supposed to be over” you managed to get out between feverish pants. 

The flash of disappointment you saw through his eyes had your resolve faltering but the fragment of memories you saw when you resonated with the hunter earlier strengthened it further . 

Don't get caught up in illusions.  This man wasn't yours.  

The realization made a burst of anger spread throughout you , one that had you yanking his hair harshly until your lips crashed against his,  all teeth and tongue , drinking him in like a thirsty man in desert that finally found water. Because he was your water , your light , a light that was bound to leave you . 

Caleb kissed you back with the same fervor,  his gloved hand wrapping lightly around your throat as his mouth devoured yours with a feral intensity. It was messy ,depraved and desperate.  

A small hushed plea left your mouth as he parted his lips from  yours to trail kisses down on your neck. His hands were everywhere , caressing any inch of smooth skin he could reach 

Your own hands reached out to unbuckle his belt but he stopped you halfway , his hand moving swiftly to bound your wrists with your own discarded tie. 

“No touching this time Lieutenant” he taunted,  cupping your chin to make you look up at him , the feral gleam in his purple  eyes making your cunt throb harder. 

“Today you're all mine” he whispered before capturing your mouth in another heated kiss. 

How you wished you could be his but this would never happen. You were just a sinner and he was your worst sin. The one who will drag you through the pits of hell. 

The small kiss he left on your nose was the last thing you felt before he slid down to his knees in front of you , his large hands spreading your legs apart as you tried to steady yourself on top of the desk despite your bound wrists. 

His fingers unzipped your pants before sliding them off you , leaving your legs  bare for him to admire 

How he has missed this view . 

“Still as beautiful as ever , Lieutenant” you heard him whisper in awe,  the compliment making you feel even dizzier while your cunt fluttered uncontrollably at his praises 

“Look at her” he looked up at you as he ran a gloved  thumb along your covered slit “so wet for me already” 

You could feel his infuriating smirk against your plush fold through the flimsy material of your panties . He was so close but so far away at the same time, it drove you wild. 

“Caleb” you whimpered out , your pleading  eyes looking down at him in an half hearted glare that made his cock twitch 

“What?” He smirked before peeking the drenched material of your panties in a way that had you throwing your head back 

“What do you need , darling?” The sound of him calling you darling made your hips buck against his face , the sinful moan escaping your lips sounding like music to his ear. 

“I need you” the words felt more like a confession than anything and if it wasn't for that weird wanderer based substance in your system you'd probably felt pathetic for baring your soul to him  like this but right now as his face was resting between your legs seconds away from feasting ,you didn't give a damn.  

The regrets and sermons would come later when you were  no longer aching and panting from him . 

The heat of Caleb's mouth pulled you out of your musings,  the overwhelming sensation making you cry out loud . He hasn't even bothered to take off your ruined panties , his mouth latching onto the flimsy material like he was starving. 

He was merciless,  the relentless pace making you squeal.  

“Oh fuck just like that” you moaned,  not even ashamed of the sounds you were making.  His tongue rolled  over your swollen bud over and over until you were practically in tears .

When you felt like you'd finally reach heaven ,a knock to your door made him stop, his eyes looking up to take in your form. 

And shit. The sight of you spread out on your desk with your shirt half buttoned,  your skin flushed with heat , panting with tears clinging to your waterline almost had him cumming in his pants  

Such a sight to behold and all for him to see. 

Another knock on the door made him let out a small growl against you , clearly not pleased by being interrupted .

“Lieutenant” you heard a worried voice said from the other side “can I come in?” 

Commander Ash? Your ears perked up . 

Shit shit shit why is here ? 

You looked down at Caleb who  was already back to work , his fingers pulling your ruined panties to the side to suck , lick and nip at your sensitive flesh while you tried your best to stay quiet and gather your thoughts 

“Lieutenant” Ash knocked once again “are you alright in there?” his voice was growing somewhat more restless. 

“Respond darling” you felt Caleb's nip gently  at your clit before looking up at you from where he was kneeling “it's so rude to leave someone hanging hm?” He spat right on your entrance before slurping down the mess. 

“ngh_” the sight of him looking so devilishly at you nearly had you cumming right there on his face but he purposely slowed down his pace to maddening kitten licks so you would  focus on responding Ash. 

But that only made you more restless and frustrated . 

“I am fine” you snapped , voice laced with frustration while the man below faintly chuckled before rewarding you with a flick of his tongue that made you groan .

You fought against your restraints so at least you would cover your mouth to muffle your sounds but no matter how hard you tried the knot wouldn't loosen . 

Handsome bastard. 

“Are you sure?” you heard Ash said ,  the confusion note in his tone not escaping Caleb's ears. 

“You don't really sound well” the sound of the creaking handle made your heart rate pick up . your stomach curled into knots with a mixture of fear and arousal that has fresh waves of your beading juices gushing around Caleb's tongue 

You didn't lock the door and he could barge in at any moment 

“Dirty girl” he muttered faintly against your plush folds , sticking strands connecting his lips to your pussy . 

You bit down on your lips to not let out a loud moan , the squelching sounds of your cunt along with your barely concealed moans leaving no doubt of what was happening inside there . Thought one thing was clear , Ash was clearly wrestling with the handle that wouldn't budge Thanks to Caleb's evol. 

“I am fine truly” you attempted to spoke again but the way Caleb was making out with your lips below while his gloved hand rubbed tight circle around your clit made your words came out like breathy whimpers. “Just a bit busy” 

You really hoped Ash would get the memo and get the fuck out here before you combusted . 

“Ok then” he said, his tone sounding a tad disappointed “I'll see around then Lieutenant” 

Yeah you'll see her around now go . 

You felt a wave of relief wash over you as the sound of  Ash's eloigning footsteps finally disappeared leaving only you and the smirking man still buried nose deep between your thighs. 

“You're such a dirty little thing , Lieutenant” he rasped out , flicking your clit one last time before raising to his full height . 

“And you're such a tease” you scowled before feeling him unbound your wrists.

 As soon as they were free you tugged him by his tie to capture his lips in a messy kiss , your mouth sucking lewdly on his tongue , tasting yourself on him

“We both know you love that tease, darling” he mumbled out between kisses 

If only he knew how right he was 

“No I hate you” you denied ,your grip tightening hard enough on his tie to make him lightheaded and the fucked whimper that left his mouth as you did so made your cunt howl his name in morse code. 

“Biggest lies I've heard in a while Lieutenant” he panted out with a smirk, his hands gripping your hips so hard they'd probably leave marks. 

“guess we are both liars then, Colonel” you tugged at his tie again earning a breathy “fuck” from his slick glossed lips . 

Lying was all you ever did your whole life . You lied about your feelings,  your past , you even lied to yourself. You were a liar , a sinner and he was your biggest sin. 

The distant look that passed through his lust filled eyes didn't escape your attentive gaze  and it made you thought for a moment :

Was he thinking about her ? Did he has the same regrets you had? Did he feel the same burning hunger you felt ? The one that threatened to consume you.  

Alas you would never get the answer of those questions because next thing you knew is that he was kissing so hard you would have fell on the ground if it wasn't for his hands looped around your waist.

You could feel every hard planes of his body against yours ,even through the material of your half off uniform shirt , the intoxicating scent of his cologne making your head spin. 

Your reached for his belt once again and this time he let you had your way, too busy eating out your face to stop your wandering hands. 

Just this once . You heard this voice whisper again . 

Caleb's head fell against your shoulder when he felt your soft hand wrap around his shaft to pump it slowly.  

It was hot and heavy in your hand, the leaking precum coating your palm in a sticky mess.  

He bit down on the plush skin on your shoulder to muffle his sounds , his hips thrusting in time with your movements. 

Wanting to get your revenge on the stunt he pulled on you earlier , you slowed down your pace until you could hear his muffled whimpers against your shoulder 

“What's wrong?” You cooed , leaning your head back to stare at him , his cheeks were flushed the prettiest shade of pink , his hair tousled from your ministrations , his kiss bitten lips  parted open to let out the hottest sounds you’ve ever heard .

You must been smiling too widely for his taste because the feral glare he shot you made you anything but scared , it only had you more turned on than ever. 

But as always Caleb wouldn't let you savor your victory for too long , using his evol as the awful bastard he was to manipulate your hands until they were bound behind your back once again 

“Nothing's wrong Lieutenant” he rasped before pulling your legs to wrap tighter around his waist , his pinkish tip teasing your entrance. 

“Just thinking about how hard” he punctuated his words with a rough thrust that had you clawing at  his shoulders , the sensation of him stretching your insides too overwhelming. “I am going to take you” he added in a heated whisper before setting a brutal pace that had your desk shaking maddeningly , important papers scattering on the floor in  a mess you'd have to worry about later. 

Caleb's hips were merciless,  fucking up into you like he hated your gut (as if he wasn't deep in them) . You clung to his uniform jacket sleeve for dear life , afraid you might slip but with how sandwiched you were between the wooden desk and his body you shouldn't be worrying about that. 

“Oh fuck” you threw your head back when you felt him hit that exact spot that has you seeing stars , body arching into his to bring him closer. Your hand grabbed at his tie to pull him closer to you as his hips kept pistonning into yours . 

“Yeah let me hear you, darling” he placed one hand on the desk beside you while the other pulled your leg over his hip to reach even deeper into you. 

Every forceful thrust planted on the bulleyes of your G-spot has your grip tightening on his tie hard enough  he could now see white spots blurring his vision . 

You were gonna be the death of him , (literally) . 

The smell of sex and skin slapping sounds filled the room along with your scream of pleasure and his breathy groans as he literally wrecked you , molding your insides to his shaft until all you can think about was him and only him . 

“You squeeze me s’tight” he groaned against your neck , his hips not easing his pace for a second , not when your greedy pussy was sucking him back in so perfectly at every thrust . 

His hand that was planted beside you  , slid up to wrap around your neck , putting enough pressure on your throat to have your eyes roll in the back of your skull. 

“Come for me” he whispered before ducking his head down to bite  on the plush skin of your collarbone.  The action had you screaming loudly,  the waves of pleasure crashing you over you like a sea storm. It was violent,  leaving you shaking for several seconds as he continued to drive himself deeper into you , not even stopping when he reached his own high . Sensitive shaft twitching uncontrollably as he painted your insides white . 

“Take it all , darling” he whimpered in the crook of your neck , puncturing every words by a sharp bite of his canines. 

You sobbed in overstimulation. Your head resting against his chest as you murmured soft plead for him to stop. 

“Shh” he shushed you with a gentle kissing your tears on your cheek that contrasted his hips below “just take it” 

He licked your tears away before kissing you with an unusual tenderness while he continued to fuck you roughly.  

You cried out as your second orgasm washed over you ,your whole body convulsing against his as your hand practically tore his uniform jacket with how good it hurts. 

Caleb's body jerked against yours, his head dropping in the crook of your neck as he reached his peak for a second time , pace finally slowing down to let you breathe. 

You stayed  like this for several minutes, wrapped in each other's embrace as you desperately tried to catch your breath. 

As the fluffy cloud of pleasure dissipated the ungly truth came back to slap you right back on your face . 

You succumbed to the sweet temptation Caleb was  once again.  Even as you promised yourself you wouldn't get involved with him again , here you were half naked with him still buried deep inside of you. 

You attempted to  push him off you , the action making him raise his head from the crook of your neck to shoot you a confused look. 

The audacity to appear confused.  You scoffed internally. 

“You should go” you heard yourself say , your voice hoarse from screaming his name too loudly . 

His brow knitted together,   clearly struggling to understand your point . 

“It'll  be troublesome if someone find you here” you explained calmly , acting as if he wasnt ramming into you 5 minutes ago. 

“I am aware” he replied with that same confused note in his tone, still not making any moves to get the fuck off you. 

“Then get off” you glared at him causing him to sigh 

“You're trying to run away again” he caressed your legs softly with a pensive look in his eyes

“I am not trying to run away, you dirtied me with your seed and I just want yo go the bathroom so get the fuck off me” you scowled stil trying to push him away 

Your words earned a barely muffled laugh from him. His eyes gleaming with barely concealed amusement. 

“I am sorry” he left a small kiss on your nose that made your heart melt “I thought you'd enjoy the mess” 

“Well I don't,  so get off” you let out in a small grumble 

“You're always so bossy , Lieutenant” he chided softly before picking you up making you wrap your arm tightly around his neck 

“You should ease up a little” he added , carrying you towards your personal bathroom to clean you up. 

“And you should know by now that I don't take advices from you” you bit back . 

The only thing you should ease is probably a gun down his throat. 

“Sure you don't” he said with a small smirk  before pushing the bathroom door open with his feet to get you inside. 

After cleaning you up in a remotely peaceful silence , Caleb left you alone in your office to muse on your thoughts. 

Just when will this madness end? 

Just when will you stop being attached to him? The response was clear : never because no matter how much he hurt you? And how hard you tried to stay away from him.  You'll always find your way back . Like a drug addict , you were addicted to him. Addicted to his poison . A poison that will probably end up killing you 

BAM . 

The end (or no) 

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Field Trip Part 3: The Harem Expedition Ft. BLACKPINK Jennie & Lisa, Everglow E:U, TWICE Sana & Momo, G-IDLE Minnie, and ITZY Ryujin

A/N: I was planning on waiting until the poll was finished to release this, but since 85% of the voters said release Field Trip 3 and make FT4 a thing, I decided to release it early. You're welcome. This has been sitting in my draft list since September 2024, and I'm glad to finally get it out. FT4 work will be starting immediately. As a note, I'm diving more into girl-on-girl action here, just because it's hot. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys this, since it's taken me a long time and a lot of effort to write. But I'm really excited to publish this. What's weird is that I'm SO excited to finally get this series finished, but I'll be sad to say goodbye to it when FT4 rolls around. I really had to do my homework with this, because there are a lot of unknowns involved. I've never been to Kenya, nor do I know anyone from Kenya, so I had to do a lot of research to find things out. I'm not sure if I already mentioned this or not, but the tribe in questions is supposed to be the Kikuyu tribe, Kenya's largest. For the purposes of the fic, Jaali is a major figure in the tribe and has a lot of connections, because without both facts they wouldn't be able to get up to all the shit they do. The good part about this is that there's so many people and so many parts, if you don't like what's going on where you're reading you can just fine a part that suits you.

I'm bringing in a few old and new characters, including three I've never used before, those being E:U, Minnie, and Ryujin. I highly recommend that if you haven't read the previous parts (linked below), you go ahead and do that before moving on to this one. At least skim them, so you have some semblance of an idea of what's going on.

Note that, since I'm going to be using the word a lot, "Kahaba" means "slut" or "whore". It's kinda becoming Jennie's nickname here.

-상훈

Length: 18.07k

Possible TW: Everything. I'll just put that out there.

Tags: BDSM and all that entails, slave/master, gangbang, lesbian, dubcon, a hell of a lot of cunnilingus and blowjobs, rimming, orgasm denial

WARNING: Intense and graphic sexual violence and degradation are depicted in this smut, even more than Part 2. If you are easily triggered by or sensitive to such content, I strongly advise that you stop reading here. I do not assume any responsibility or liability for accidents that may occur as a result of reading this work.

Look, you know this series, you can guess how this story's gonna go. And trust me when I say that this will be more intense than even part 2. If this kind of kinky shit isn't your cup of tea, don't read it. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Field Trip | Field Trip Part 2

Late at night, most people are in their beds, sleeping.

Not Kim Jennie.

Oh, was in bed, yes, but she was definitely not sleeping. That possibility had long since departed from her. She was currently having a one-on-one fuckfest with Chiumbo, who she found particularly attractive among the guards. His name, as he had told her in an adorable accent earlier, meant "little", which was rather ironic considering the massive, bulging muscles and vascularity in his arms, both of which she had a good view of right now.

"Fuck..yes..." Eyes half lidded and mind almost completely checked out after five consecutive orgasms, she couldn't string words together really well. Every stroke of the absolute monster he had been hiding in his loincloth pushed her nearer to her sixth. Her body was still very sore from the day's activities with Lisa, from the cane marks on her breasts to the whip streaks on her ass, but was that going to stop her from sating the endless craving for their cocks that she constantly felt? No, sir.

"Oh god...yesss...fuck me...harder...master!" The pure dirtiness and depravity of the words leaving her mouth only served to make her wetter, hornier, more turned on. She loved every aspect of being the slutty slave she was; and there was no way, ever, that she could go back to the smaller dicks and vanilla sex back home. Hands bound together above her head and legs tied apart, she was helpless to whatever Chiumbo wanted to do to her.

"Yes, you like that, kahaba?"

"Mmm... yes...master...I love it," she purred, biting her lip and looking up at his defined, sculpted figure above her. "Please...give it to me... harder..."

He subsequently increased the pace and force of his strokes, ramping up her pleasure and getting her very close to her sixth orgasm.

"Fuck...master...I'm so c-close..." He lowered his hand from her neck and his fingers made contact with her clit, rubbing and circling the small, sensitive nub.

All across the village, a pleasured, blissful scream could be heard, along with the faint splatter of liquid on skin.

———

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

Jennie awoke from her peaceful slumber to Lisa sitting beside her, the sunlight shining through the window and illuminating her blonde hair. A smile graced her face as Jennie's eyes opened and she sat up drowsily, sheets falling down over her naked, used, and abused body.

"You look like someone took a whip and beat you senseless with it."

"Hmm, really?" Jennie replied blandly. "I wonder why."

She got out of bed and then realized she had no clothes to put on.

"Shit, my suitcase is back at the hotel in Nairobi. And so is yours."

Lisa shrugged. "Guess we'll be going around nude then. I'm not complaining; it's hot as hell out here."

Jennie scoffed as she opened the door and stepped out into the morning sun. "Oh, don't kid yourself, you just like being eyed by the villagers."

Not many villagers were outside other than the guards, but the spits Jennie and Lisa had been suspended on were still there, a reminder of yesterday's activities. The guards were standing outside Jaali's hut, spears crossed over the door, and they didn't move as the two approached the door.

Jennie stopped in front of them, waiting to be let in, but the spears still didn't move.

"State your business."

Jennie raised an eyebrow impatiently. "Come on, you know what we're coming for. Let us in."

Fast as lightning, the guard's hand shot out and grabbed her by the neck, pulling her close, and he growled into her face,

"You better watch how you speak to me, kahaba."

Gulping, Jennie nodded quickly, aroused by his agression. "Y-yes, sorry, master."

From inside the hut, she could hear a chuckle and then words.

"Let them in, Ruhiu."

He released her neck and they uncrossed their spears, allowing the two to enter the large hut. Jaali was reclining on a bed, one hand idly fiddling with a knife on his bedside table.

"Salamu kwako, my little kahabas." (Greetings to you)

"Erm...good morning, master." Lisa said.

"Your friend, Miss Jennie," he said, tossing the knife up and catching it by the handle flawlessly, "has, as expected, agreed to my arrangement."

"I know, sir." She replied, looking over to see Lisa blushing. "She's a slut just like me."

He smirked. "Interesting. Well, today I thought we'd play a little game, with a few harmless stakes. What would you say to that, my little sluts?"

"What's the game, sir?" Jennie asked, intrigued.

"Well, here's the deal. I'm going to fuck you, and try my very best to make you cum as many timed as I can. However many times you cum is the number of lashes you get later, times ten. How would you like that, kahabas?"

Now blushing herself, Jennie looked down at her fidgeting hands, knowing she was in for a hell of a day.

"I...I like the sound of that, sir."

Thinking about it, she realized that a simple three orgasms would earn her thirty lashes, which themselves would be enough to make her cum again when she got them.

His smirk widened to a grin. "I thought so. Now, you," he said, pointing to Lisa, who immediately stood at attention, "I'll be leaving you to the guards. They'll be gathered outside. You can go out to them now."

Lisa shivered and her cheeks went furiously red. With a muttered "Yes, master", she opened the door and exited. The footsteps of the group died away, leaving Jennie and Jaali alone. He threw the blankets off himself and stood up, stretching, and conveniently for Jennie's lustful gaze, flexing every muscle in his body. But it wasn't her mouth watering, no. It was somewhere lower.

"Now, my little slut," he said, sitting back down, "we shall see. I must warn you that I have never failed to make a woman cum in my life, so I think you'll be quite easy to make cum as many times as I care to make you. But the more you cum, the sorer you'll be later.

"I'm okay with that, master~" (See how tildes make everything better?)

He laughed. "Of course you are. But let's see how you feel about later today once you've had...say...10 orgasms?"

She shivered in both arousal and slight fear. Really, she knew she would gladly accept any number of lashes he was willing to dole out. Clearly his mind was filled with similar thoughts, as he was already getting hard. The mere sight of it, combined with the thought of what he would do to her today, immediately made her wetter. She sidled over to him, cheeks already starting to get hot in arousal.

"On your knees."

"Yes, master." She immediately dropped to her knees in front of him.

Staring in awe and lust at his massive cock, she wasted no time in leaning forward and taking it into her mouth.

"Good girl." His hand gathered her hair into a rough ponytail and shoved her head further down, making her gag but turning her on more. "Just a dirty little whore desperate to be punished and used, hm?"

She nodded fervently, doubling her efforts. The sounds of her gags and chokes could almost definitely be heard by the few villagers who were starting to rouse themselves and get out and about, and she found that the thought of their ecouteurism just made her more wet. One of her hands drifted down between her own legs and rubbed hard, the other reaching up to stroke what little of his length she couldn't handle.

"A true stroke of luck that you should decide to visit us here, little slut," he commented, a quiet groan escaping his lips. "Such a good slave, yes?"

She nodded again, thoroughly enjoying being degraded like this.

"Good girl. While we are here, I may as well discuss with you my plan of attack if you would, for your friend from last time." His grip on her hair tightened and he pulled harder, making her eyes roll back as his whole length pushed into her throat. "I, along with you, your blonde friend, and a few of my best men will go to Korea to find her. With any luck, we will find more potential slaves along the way. I assume you have more friends back home for me to dominate?"

She nodded once more, pussy getting wetter by the second. Her fingers worked faster, pumping in and out of herself as fast as she was capable.

"Good. I'm not here plenty of the time, I have some connections that span well outside of this village. Those connections may well be joining in the fun if they so choose, since some are financing parts of this operation."

This plan was sounding more and more like a spy movie to Jennie, but the idea of expanding the harem with some of her friends did appeal to her. She could tell by the throbbing of his cock that he was getting close, and by the tension building in her own body that she was as well.

"I'm gonna cum, slut," he said calmly, a subtle groan giving away how much pleasure he felt. "Are you ready to take my load?"

She didn't reply, too lost in providing herself and him with orgasm fuel to pay attention. A slap landed on her face, and she came back to.

"I said, are you ready?"

She nodded enthusiastically, letting out a choked, muffled, and subservient "Yes, master!", pussy throbbing with need to cum. She increased her efforts, slamming her face into his cock to facefuck herself as hard as possible, until he finally gave out. He pushed his entire length into her mouth and throat and send seemingly endless pumps of thick cum into her stomach. She swallowed it all eagerly, pumping her fingers into herself faster, until she finally gave out and squirted, her cry muffled by the softening cock in her mouth. Ripples of pleasure spread through her like electric shocks, and when her mind came back to the floor was soaked, her cum running through the gutters between the clay tiles.

"Fuck..." After making sure she'd milked every drop of his delicious cum she could, she let herself fall back onto the floor, body trembling with the power of her orgasm.

"One down, little slut. You do understand the implications of what I'm saying, no?"

She nodded. "Yes...yes, master."

"Very well. Get up and come here."

She pushed herself up and crawled over to him. He reached down, picked her up as if she weighed nothing, and set her down on his bed.

Laying down on it, he pulled her on top of him and slid his hardening cock into her smoothly.

"Anza, kahaba." (Begin, whore)

"Ndiyo, bwana." She replied cheekily in Swahili, starting to grind her hips on him. (Yes, master)

It only took a few bounces before the found the utterly perfect angle to fuck herself, and she stayed on it, slowly increasing her pleasure.

"Ohh yes, that's so good," she keened, bouncing harder. "Mmm, fuck!"

He let this continue for a few moments before taking hold of her hips, drawing his own back, and slamming up into her as she came down. Every last centimeter of his thick shaft was driven into her, and the unexpected deep penetration made her lose her balance. She fell forward and caught herself just before her head broke his nose. Cocking an eyebrow, he held her still and started fucking her himself.

Jennie couldn't even form words, only meaningless moans spilled out of her mouth, and her juices kept spilling out of her pussy. Barely keeping her screams contained, she lowered her head and kissed him hungrily, eyes rolling back into her head. Her mind was quickly turning to mush, consumed with lust and pleasure.

"Fuck me harder, master," she whispered into his ear, "Oh god yes, fuck me harder!"

He gave a groan, which was almost a growl, and kicked up his force.

"So good," she moaned, arching her back and biting her lip to keep herself from yelling. "So deep!"

"Mmm, you're tight. You're nothing but a filthy little fuckslave, you know that, Jennie?"

"Yes, master, I'm just a stupid little whore for you!" She shuddered, the heat was building quickly in her core.

"Good girl. Are you gonna cum for me?"

"Yes," she gasped, "Yes, master, I'm gonna cum on your thick cock!"

His hand closed on her neck. "Then do it, slut. Cum for me."

"Nngaah, f-fuck! I'm gonna - fucking - cum!"

The added stimulation of his finger pressing against her clit was enough to send her over the edge. She tensed, her back arched, and her eyes squeezed shut as she squirted powerfully. She held back the scream, only a few short, pleasured gasps making it out.

"Two so far. Twenty lashes." He noted.

"You know what," she panted into his ear, pushing herself up a little. "Screw the game. Just fuck me hard and whip me as much as you want."

His eyes glinted and an evil smile tugged at his lips.. "As you wish, kahaba."

He flipped her over, pushed her legs apart, and dived back in, plunging so far into her she thought it would split her in half. He kept her arms pinned above her head, and the arousing sight of the sculpted, veiny muscle beneath his skin flexing and contracting made her body produce a fresh coat of slick to lubricate his movements.

"Mmph, oh god yes~" She purred, bucking up into him and already chasing her next orgasm. "Please, master, make me squirt on your big dick...make me cum everywhere..."

Whether he said so or not, she could see and feel the effect of her dirty talk on him. His cock throbbed inside her, and his thrusts increased in frequency. She wasn't the only one chasing an orgasm.

After a minute, he pulled out and turned her over onto her front. He pulled her ass into the air and rammed back into her pussy, making sure her head was kept down by keeping one hand's pressure on it. The new position brought her a lot more pleasure, and much as she tried, she couldn't keep her voice contained.

"Yes, yes, yes, that's it! You're so fucking big inside my little pussy, pound me harder!"

"Fuck - so - tight!" He groaned, landing a smack on her jiggling ass.

"Cum inside me, master," she begged amidst the moans, "Please, give me your load, master! I want to feel yout hot cum deep in my pussy!"

Another spank landed on her other ass cheek, and it was only a few moments before the control was lost. His hips collided with her ass one last time and stayed there, pushing his shaft all the way into her, and he exploded. Shot after shot of thick cum was spurted into the deepest part of her womb it could reach. The feeling of his cum reaching so far into her pushed her off that cliff and she showered his thighs with her cum, screaming her lungs out in utter bliss. He allowed himself to fall down next to her, breathing quickly and shallowly, and she rolled onto her back.

After a few seconds of heavy panting, she spoke up.

"Tha...thank you, master.

He planted kisses along her neck and collarbone that made her squirm.

"You're welcome, my little slut."

Sitting up, he gave her ass one more slap before getting off the bed.

"Well, I believe the locals will be waking up soon, and you know how men are in the morning. It might be a long day for you, kahaba mdogo."

"I don't mind...master," she panted, pushing herself up and licking her lips. "I want all the cocks~"

He laughed and shook his head. "You're such a slut, Jennie. Well, I hope you enjoy yourself, and make sure you leave a little energy for the flight. We're heading back to Nairobi tonight."

...

Though she'd been whipped, abused, and fucked senseless yesterday, nothing could sate Jennie's endless desire for cock, slake her limitless thirst for cum.

She made her way out of the hut and was greeted by the sight of the the two guards outside holding a chain leash, which was attached to a thick leather collar with embroidered letters that spelled out "Mtumwa". (Slave)

"On your knees, kahaba."

"Yes, master." She knelt obediently, allowing the collar to be strapped around her neck, fully embracing the title. She lowered herself onto all fours, wiggling her ass playfully (which earned her a slap to it).

"Walk."

She started crawling in front of them, reveling as always in the lecherous gazes roving over her naked form, the jeers and laughs that came from the quickly assembling audience. She just couldn't get enough of the extensive shame she felt, the deep-rooted desire to be humiliated unable to be put to rest. She craved it, she needed it.

She heard a rustle from behind her and didn't bother turning her head; she had a pretty good idea of what that was.

A multitude of leather strips made impact with her ass; she'd seen it coming miles away, but she still gasped, the pain never failing to bring her a depraved pleasure.

"Mmh~" She gave a high pitched whimper, tensing slightly as the flogger came up into her pussy. She kept crawling, thoroughly enjoying her punishment. Sweat formed at her hairline under the hot sun, but she didn't mind a bit; she was too lost in her own masochistic pleasure to care.

Jennie made a full circle of the square and moved further towards the outskirts of the town, about a dozen pedestrians having joined the two guards. Her ass was definitely turning redder and heat was building in her lower abdomen, but she kept resolutely crawling, the sand on the ground thankfully offering some comfort to the action.

They walked her all the way through the village and its many bypaths, and by the time they returned to the square her cheeks were flushed red, her pussy was soaked and throbbing, and the crowd of a dozen had assimilated a few dozen more members. They brought her to a halt in front of Jaali's hut just in time for Lisa to be helped out the door, barely even concious. She was put on a collar and leash as well, and placed side by side with Jennie.

"You okay?" Jennie asked.

"Mm-hmm," Lisa replied, nodding her head dazedly.

"How many times?"

"I...don't know." She slurred, looking at a guard for help.

"Eight." He supplied.

Jennie chuckled. "Oh, you're getting it today, Lisa. You won't be able to sit for a week."

"I know," she said sheepishly, slowly returning from her catatonia. "I couldn't help it..."

"Hey, I don't blame you." Jennie shrugged. "Personally, I'd have opted for a couple more."

"Slut."

"Shut up!" Jennie laughed. "Says the one who just earned herself eighty lashes because she's such a whore!"

"Well, that wasn't my fault or my choice! You would have gone for more. Slut."

Jennie scoffed and shook her head as they started crawling again. But unexpectedly, her vision blacked out as one of the villagers tied a blindfold over her eyes. A thick piece of cloth was tied into her mouth, preventing speech.

As the shouts and jeers of more civilians reached their ears, as she heard the rustling of clothes and the cloth being removed from her mouth, as she felt the tip of a cock press against her lips, Jennie realized that Jaali had been right. It was going to be a long day.

But by God, it was sure gonna be fun.

...

A few hours later, when the crowd had mostly dispersed, Jennie and Lisa sat at the base of the baobab tree, hands tied far above them and feet spread out idly. Countless loads of cum had been pumped into Jennie's mouth, ass, and pussy, so much so that it was leaking out of her two lower holes. She'd already had her day's fill of cock, punishment, and humiliation, but was she even remotely finished for the day? Hell no.

"Lisa?" She said.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think Sana and Jiwon and all them would be down as well? Hypothetically?"

"I know it's not hypothetical, but yeah, I think they would. Jiwon's such a slut anyway, she'd be down for sure."

Jennie chuckled. "Yeah, that's true."

"We're gonna try and get them to join the harem, aren't we?"

"Sharp, aren't you, Lisa? Yes, we are."

"How do you think Somi'll react to seeing one of them again?"

"Not well." Jennie stated blandly. "Not at all. Even worse when she figures out why they're there. She's such a prude."

"All this is...kind of exciting to me. You know?"

"Yeah, me too. What I'm really excited for is seeing Somi's proud, goody-two-shoes ass get absolutely shattered by their cocks. I want to see her break, I want to see that look in her eyes when she finally succumbs to the pleasure."

"Damn, who hurt you?"

"No one." Jennie's tone was filled with distaste. "But she's too prudent. I want to witness her break."

"That does sound hot, to see someone else experience the same feeling..." Lisa trailed off. "How long d'you think we'll be here?"

"Until someone decides to come and whip us. Remember the 'game'?"

"Oh yeah." She shifted her sitting position, a hint of pink tinging her cheeks. "Right."

It was only a few minutes more before Jaali exited his hut and stretched, pulling on the usual wealthy attire. Catching sight of the two of them, he headed in their direction and stopped in front of them.

"The crowd really does make my use and abuse of you look like a cakewalk," he commented, nodding approvingly. "I'm impressed."

"Yeah, well, there's more of them." said Jennie nonchalantly. "They're stronger 'cause they have more people."

"I think you'll find that I have just as much capability of harm as they do."

"Yeah?" Jennie challenged, knowing and wanting the consequences of it. "Prove it."

"It would almost sound, little slut," He said, voice taking on a dangerous timbre, "as if you're questioning my aptness in punishing you."

"And if I am?" She continued cheekily. "What are you gonna do about it?"

"You know very well what I'm going to do about it, Jennie." His voiced remained in a state of deadly calm, though she could tell she was getting a rise out of him. "Care to keep testing me?"

"I bet you don't have the balls to do anything about it." She retorted, and Lisa gasped. "Punish me, pussy."

She'd crossed a line, and she knew it. His eyes narrowed, and in a flash he'd whipped out his knife. She flinched as the knife came down toward her hands, but it narrowly avoided her skin while cutting the rope.

"Fine," he growled into her ear, quickly pulling her upright and tying her hands to the tree branch. "You said earlier that I could whip you as much as I wanted? You're going to regret saying that."

She looked over her shoulder as the box was brought out along with a couple of guards. Jaali turned it over and dumped all of them out, then assorted them neatly across the nearby table. There were several different canes, the obligatory floggers, canes the barbed cat-o-nine tails, bullwhips, the knouts, a long, thin, lungewhip, and a morbidly sinister leather one whose lash Jennie shuddered to think about. It consisted of a thick handle, and five long, thin leather cords. Attached to the cords were nails, spines, thin shards of glass, and barbs, and she quickly directed her attention back to the much more pleasant floggers.

"I see this foreboding contraption has caught your attention, Jennie," his voice called over, as he held up the whip. "We call it 'the shredder', and it gets its name for a good reason. We've only ever used it once, for a serial rapist and murderer, and he died before his punishment was done. Tears right through the skin on the first lash. It's been in this box since I was a boy. I don't know who made it, but they had a serious problem."

The shredder? Oh, surely not. And here she thought she'd found the scariest whip there was with the cat-o-nines, which only had barbs of hardened leather. Those seemed to be a cakewalk compared to the glass and spikes on the shredder.

Her fears were relieved as he laid it back on the table and picked up the lungewhip, a whip with a long, thin handle and an even longer and even thinner tail. That one would sting, for sure.

Going with that option, he approached her once more and raised his arm with the whip in hand, waited momentarily, and brought it down with a loud crack onto Jennie's waiting ass.

The sharp, punishing sting drove a cry out of her mouth, and it must've left a welt. She heard voices behind her, then approaching footsteps, and her vision went dark once again as the blindfold was put back over her eyes, thus keeping her from knowing when the next lash was coming.

There had to be two of them; the lashes were coming as loud and as fast as gunfire from an assault rifle. Each of her ass cheeks was under constant assault, and she couldn't even support her own yells because she ran out of breath too quickly.

It only took about thirty seconds for the pain to give way to something else, something more libidinous. In the small time it'd taken for a small crowd to assemble, the sting of the lash had made the heat pool in her lower abdomen. The longer her punishment went on, the higher her arousal spiked, until she was panting and moaning with each lash.

"Oh yes, punish me, master!" She arched her back. "Whip my slutty ass until it bleeds!"

She didn't mean all of that, but he seemed to get the general idea. The two stepped closer, letting the lashes come harder, and her legs started trembling. When the next two lashes stung the inside of her thighs, only a few millimeters from her aching, throbbing cunt. Her legs gave out and she fell to her knees, a long cry tearing itself out of her lungs. Her cum splattered the clay bricks below her and she sagged in the ropes binding her wrists.

Looking up through her mind-numbing haze of pleasure and watering eyes, she saw Lisa's cheeks reddened again, her front teeth nipping her bottom lip in arousal.

"Mmm, yes..." She moaned, the ropes only things keeping her from collapsing face-first.

"I think you've learned your lesson enough, kahaba." Came Jaali's voice. "Actually, I don't, and if I had time I would gladly whip you until you bleed. But time is of the essence."

It was indeed. She looked up at the sky to see the sunset starting to douse the sky in orange and yellow, and realized that the time of their flight was drawing near.

"We leave for Nairobi in about three quarters of an hour, so you'll need to get ready. I took the liberty of collecting your luggage from the Radisson Blu myself, so you can get dressed from the suitcase."

The sound of a knife unsheathing reached her and she turned around just to see said thrown knife twirl through the air, slice through the ropes, and stick cleanly in the tree trunk.

"Hm," he commented, nodding approvingly. "Quite the shot."

Jennie slumped onto the ground, chest heaving and face buried in the earthy smell of the soil at the base of the tree. The sky was rapidly darkening, the sunset giving way to dark orange and red tints.

She picked herself up, plucked the knife off the tree, and cut the bond between her hands, and stumbled towards the hut to get dressed.

And thus, she found herself on a plane that night, sandwiched between Jaali and Chiumbo.

...

"Attention, passengers, we are approaching a bite of turbulence. Please fasten your seatbelts and remain seated until the all clear."

Jennie had been almost asleep when the pilot's voice rang out through the speakers, telling them to fasten their seatbelts. She buckled the lap belt, inwardly speculating that were they to get into a crash, the thin strip of fabric wouldn't be a lot of help.

About a minute later the plane started to shake a little, the luggage rattling noisily in the compartments.

"I take it this isn't your first time flying, Jennie?" Jaali said calmly to her right.

"Not by a long shot." She replied, eyeing Chiumbo's hand clenched tightly around the armrest. "His?"

"Yes. He's never flown. But he'll be okay." Jaali leaned forward to see him. "Hey, tulia, hatutaanguka." (Hey, calm down, we're not gonna crash.)

Jennie chuckled and settled deeper into her seat.

"How long is left?" She asked. "Two hours?"

"Something like that." Reading her expression, he continued. "No, we can't. The bathroom is too small and too loud."

"Damn it." She turned back to the screen in front of her, faking a pout. "You're too good at reading faces."

"Yeah?" He laughed. "It's a refined skill. However..."

The end of his sentence was unnecessary as one of his hands wandered down her torso, under the paper-thin airplane blanket, and stopped right on her clothed pussy, a small gasp her response.

"Not here! We can't..."

"Do you hear that, Chiumbo?" He asked nonchalantly, fingers idly stroking the crotch of her shorts. "Sounds like our little slave has a protest to log.

"Care to repeat it, Jennie?" His voice lowered.

Torn between her reason and her lust, she stayed silent for a moment, until lust tipped the scale and she gave in.

"N-no, sir."

"That's what I thought." His thumb lifted the waistband of the shorts and panties, allowing his other fingers in. "Besides, the entire cabin is falling back asleep."

She couldn't argue with this, since snores were beginning to arise again from all over the cabin. Those and the rumbling of the turbulence were enough to cover the quiet moans she involuntarily released at his touch.

"If you thought I was going to sit for thirteen hours with your sexy little body pressed against me without doing anything, you were sorely mistaken, kahaba."

"Mmm, what the fuck does it matter what I thought?" She asked. "Just do what you want to me..."

Obviously unable to fuck her right there in front of an entire cabin and the couple of stewardesses who walked by occasionally, he settled for subtly rubbing her clit, the sounds drowned out by the engines, turbulence, and noises around them.

"I've never been much of a criminal, Jennie," he commented, "but I must say that sexual acts on a plane is a crime I'm perfectly willing to indulge in."

"Ah~" She moaned, struggling to keep herself controlled. He could get away with fingering her, but if she bucked her hips or made it obvious what was going on, the stewardesses would notice.

The heat was building in her abdomen, like a white-hot coil being compressed. Without explanation, or need of any, he handed her a wad of cloth, which she stuffed into her own mouth, muffling her voice.

When his thumb replaced the fingers and the fingers plunged into her tight tunnel, the coil released, shooting pleasure like a rocket all the way through her body. She shuddered and bit down on the cloth hard to keep from crying out, and the shorts were suddenly wet with her cum.

"F-fuck..." She mumbled through it, trembling and trying not to reveal the nature of what he'd been doing. If they were caught...well, it would but a damper on the evening.

She took the cloth out of her mouth, handed it back to him, and settled back in her seat, face flushed and chest heaving.

"Thank you...master..."

They whiled away the next two hours intermittently talking and attempting to sleep. She'd just been dozing off again when the pilot announced that they would be landing in Seoul in approximately ten minutes, and the local time would be about 3:30 pm.

"I must admit I've never been to Korea," Jaali said, adjusting his necktie. "How bad is going through security and customs?"

"Not bad." Jennie replied. "Unless you brought any spears or tribal paraphernalia, we should be good."

"Yeah, well about that," he joked, "I did pack some AKs and gerenuk horns, now that you mention it."

She laughed. "Very funny. Customs shouldn't be an issue as long s you have no goods to declare. Hey, Lisa!"

She called over the shoulder of her seat to Lisa's sleeping form behind her, which was quickly nudged awake by one of the suited guards sitting to both her sides.

"W-wha...?"

"We're landing, dumbass." Jennie scoffed. "How are you that tired? You've been sleeping for twelve hours."

"I dunno," Lisa yawned. "Guess I didn't get much sleep when I was being railed. Odd as it may sound."

The plane landed smoothly on the runway and in no time they'd gathered their luggage and were disembarking the plane. It was rather pleasant being back in Korea's mild temperatures rather than the hot, dry sun in Kenya.

"It's high time we brought Somi back," Jaali commented as they put their bags through security, "Quite a stunner, she was. A pity she foolishly decided to stay away, it would have made it much easier had she obeyed."

"Mm-hmm." Jennie agreed, picking up her bag from the tray. "I know one thing for sure; I'll enjoy watching her break."

"Watching?" He queried, as they started walking towards the customs lines. "Oh, no, no. I have a much more interactive part for you to play in that particular case."

"Oh yeah?" The group walked through the 'Nothing to declare' line and into the main section of the airport. "What would you have in mind?"

"You may be below me and the guards, but you have full authority over Somi when we get to her. The rest needs no explanation."

Mental images of herself riding Somi's face, spanking her, humiliating her, and dominating her flashed through Jennie's mind, and despite her submissive nature she found herself quite excited by the idea.

"No explanation at all..." Jennie trailed off as they exited the airport. "I could get creative with this one."

"By all means." He smiled. "It's gonna be one hell of a night, kahaba."

...

The hotel they'd be staying at, a luxury establishment called Conrad Seoul, didn't allow for online bookings meant for a party of over four. So the booking had to be made in person, which was amusing. The desk clerk was equal parts surprised and besotted by Jennie and Lisa's presence, especially considering they were accompanied by eight hulking Kenyans. But after a brief conversation their reservation was made, the party spanning across three rooms.

Jennie was back in a place where people knew who she was, and the fact that she was who she was demanded respect. So all it took to convince anyone of anything was a little flutter of the eyelashes and a subtle sway of her hips. In such ways she had diverted any suspicion or questions as to the crowd of black men she was keeping in tow.

"Holy shit..." Jaali was visibly shocked at the grandeur of the hotel as they walked through it. "You Koreans really build to impress."

"We have to show off, don't we?" Jennie led the group up the LED-lit staircase she'd climbed dozens of times. "It is pretty cool, I have to admit. They wasted no expense making this place as nice as possible."

Lowering his voice, he spoke to from behind and below her. "You're lucky we're in public, otherwise I'd be doing something with that sexy little ass right in front of me."

"You can't say things like that, not here!" She scolded him quietly, though she inwardly glowed at the praise. "Save it for the room."

Their three rooms were all in a row, and three guards were sent into the one on the corner.

"Lisa, Ruhiu, Aboyo, Kariuki, I want you four in that one." He pointed to the one farthest from the corner. "Have fun." He added mockingly, making Lisa's cheeks go red. The four disappeared into the room.

He opened the middle door and led her, Chiumbo, and another guard named Yusufu in.

"Damn." Jaali sat down on the plush white couch and stared out the window at the magnificent view of the Han River. "That's a hell of a view."

"Isn't it?" Jennie sat next to him. "Anyway, what's the play for tonight?"

"Well, you did say you have friends here, correct?"

"Obviously."

"And I have spots for them in my harem. I rather think you can figure out the rest for yourself."

He got up and paced over to the window. "After that, I believe Somi is owed a visit...also self-explanatory. I assume you know where she resides?"

"I do. And I'd be more than happy to give her my regards...personally."

Jaali turned around, grinning. "That's the spirit, little slut."

"It's perfect! She'll never see it coming." Jennie said, rubbing her hands together gleefully. "I've been wanting to put that little prude in her place for so long...make her call me 'mistress', worship me, eat me out...hell yes."

"I hadn't pegged you as the dominant type, Jennie," he mused, "considering how you were serving us yesterday - and today, for that matter - but maybe I was wrong."

"Usually I'm not." She replied. "There's nothing I love more than a strong, dominant guy, but with Somi? I'll change my ways."

"Very good. Chiumbo, Yusufu, ready yourselves. We'll be leaving very soon."

Jennie arranged a little get-together at a local bar with five of her friends: Jiwon, Sana, Momo, Minnie, and Ryujin. The rendezvous was set to 5 pm at Bound Bar, a favorite spot for the group. They only had about an hour to wait, which meant that soon enough, boredom overtook her. Quicker than that, lust overtook the boredom, and she moved a little closer to Chiumbo, something that didn't escape his notice. He ignored the movement and its several counterparts for a few minutes, allowing Jennie's thoughts to run wild and her lust to fester. Without looking away from the book he was reading, he reached over and started inching his hand up her thigh, making her shiver as the hand paused just above her pussy. She bucked her hips a little, trying to get him to do something, but he remained impassive, donning a small smirk.

Her eyes narrowed, and she stripped off her top, drawing his eyes away from the pages momentarily. He very quickly turned his attention back to it, which annoyed her further. She knew what he was doing; he was trying to irritate her to the point where she begged him. And if she had to beg, she would fucking beg.

"Come on, you big bastard, fuck me!"

No sooner had the words left her mouth than his hand closed around her neck in a vice grip, making her bite her lip.

"What did you just say to me, whore?"

Recklessly, she kept it up, getting more aroused by the rise she was getting out of him. "I said fuck me, you fucking sexy son of a bitch!"

Growling, he pulled her out of her seat and into his own, her back pressed against his chest.

"I'd be careful, Jennie." Jaali's voice floated over. "Chiumbo doesn't take kindly to being insulted, not at all."

"Good." She arched her back, pressing her ass into his cock. "If he'll fuck me, it's worth it~"

He shrugged. "If you want to be able to walk tonight, I'd trod lightly. But if you want to deal with the consequences, fine by me."

She could feel the bulge in Chiumbo's dress pants starting to harden, and she knew she had him won over. He unbuckled the belt with one hand, the other still on her neck, and freed himself of it.

"I have noticed," Jaali continued while Chiumbo rid himself of his pants, blazer, and tie, "you've been growing a little cheeky today."

"Have I?" His hands fastened themselves to her shorts and pulled them off her legs. "Guess I should be punished then, hm?"

"A task I trust Chiumbo to handle efficiently. But he has more manpower behind him if he wants us."

She had half a mind to provoke the extra manpower into drilling her, but decided against it. At present, Chiumbo's tie slipped over her head and tightened around her neck, acting as a makeshift collar and leash.

"Ooh~" She moaned at the feeling of his steel-hard shaft pressing against her pussy, the warmth from it making her even wetter. "Oh god...I need this thick cock in me, master..."

A moment later, he obliged, aligned his head with her entrance and plunged into her, stretching her out and filling her to the brim.

"Oh, fuck, that's so big!" Her voice jumped up an octave and she shuddered in pleasure. It hadn't even been a full day since he last fucked her, but she'd already forgotten the total, mind-numbing bliss that only he could provide. He turned her around on his dick so she was facing him and commenced the fast, powerful thrusts that just made her scream; there was something about him, his cock, and the way he pounded her so good that set him apart from the others.

The tie tightened further and he pulled it back, cutting off her air supply just enough to spike up her lust. She was rapidly flying towards an orgasm, sooner than she'd thought was possible.

"Oh my god," she gasped, "harder, give me more!"

She knew that he knew she was close. His strokes got harder, his grip on her hips tightened, and her moans got louder as she approached climax.

"More," she gasped in his ear, yelping as he smacked her ass. "Fuck me harder, you big idiot! I'm gonna cum!"

He pulled her body flush with his own and growled deeply into her ear.

"You'll have to beg for it, kahaba."

The last three syllables were spoken with so much intensity and viciousness that she shuddered, both turned on and slightly scared by his tone.

"Please," she murmured, arching her back and pressing her ass into his crotch, eyes rolling back into her head, "fuck me harder, master, please, I need to cum, I wanna drench your thick cock in my cum!"

His fist closed around her hair and pulled her head down to his mouth level. "More."

"Please!" She cried in both desperation and a lot of arousal, trying desperately to renew the vigor of his previous pace, "make me squirt everywhere! Fuck my brains out, fuck me until I scream, master!"

"That's a good little slut."

The subsequent increase in force was almost too much to handle for her; an orgasm was quickly building and she knew she wasn't going to be able to hold on at all. That combined with his constant and relentless spanks, added fingering of her clit, and constant degradation of her, Jennie's pleasure shot through the roof and she lost control of it.

"Cumming, yes, I'm cumming, FUCK!" Words made almost impossible by what she was feeling, all thought was sucked away in a whirlpool of euphoric ecstasy as the girthy length spearing her pussy triggered an immense orgasm that wracked her entire body with mind-obliterating, toe-curling, back-arching bliss. A jet of her cum sprayed his thighs and the seat and she rode out the entire thing, met with his continuing thrusts. A moment later, he groaned loudly and she felt a rush of heat fill her up, which pleasured her just shy of enough to cum again. The sheer magnitude of his load was incredible, filling her up with his warmth.

"F-fuck..." She slumped onto him, panting, and felt his cum start to leak out of her. "So...full...so much cum...love it..."

When she finally gained the strength to get off him, she pulled the tie off her neck and leaned heavily into the chair, chest still heaving and hairline still gleaming with sweat.

"You're just like a bitch in heat, aren't you?" Jaali chuckled after a minute. "Just can't get enough dick."

"Never." She replied, smiling. "No one can sate my appetite."

"Well, soon enough Somi and your friends will be like that too." His wicked smile widened. "Lisa's already falling to the desire. What little resistance to her instinct she has left is being whittled away."

He'd barely finished the sentence when Lisa's orgasmic cries sounded from across the wall, long and loud.

"Well, at least her comedic timing is fucking legendary." Jennie muttered, rolling her eyes.

He laughed. "Indeed. Well, if you'll kindly clean your slutty self up, I believe it's time for us to leave."

...

The group pulled up in three separate Ubers to the bar, where five girls were waiting outside: the rest of the friend group.

"Jennie!"

Sana's happy shout was echoed by all four of the others, who all ran and hugged Jennie as she exited the van. Lisa was met with a similar greeting and then the five others stopped momentarily to survey the other eight members of the party.

"Damn, Jennie, you said you had friends with you, but you didn't say they were so hot..." Jiwon commented, eyes hungrily scanning the body of the nearest guard.

She laughed. "Shut up, Jiwon, we haven't even made it inside yet."

The guard in question, Aboyo, simply chuckled. "Let her speak her mind, Jennie."

She shot him a sideways glance, eyebrows raised, before leading all fifteen of them into the bar.

"Quite the big party tonight, isn't it, Miss Jennie?" The bartender, Jungho, commented. "Some kind of event?"

"Nope." She took a seat along with the others, almost occupying every bar stool. "Just a big friend group reunion."

"What'll it be then, misses? Sirs?" He tossed his cleaning rag up in the air and caught it.

They all ordered their drinks, which ranged from whiskey to vodka to gin to soju, and then the talking began. Jiwon immediately struck up a conversation with Aboyo and Ruhiu, quickly joined by Sana. Momo picked out two of the guards, Yusufu and Kariuki. Ryujin sat down with Gakere and Onkwani, whose appropriately given name (meaning 'one who talks a lot') lived up to his ability for conversation. Chiumbo, Jaali, Jennie, Lisa, and Minnie settled down in the center of the group.

"So where is it you guys come from, again?" Minnie asked, accepting her soju from Jungho.

"Kenya." Chiumbo, Jaali, and Lisa all said at once.

"More specifically, the main village of the Kikuyu tribe." Jaali elaborated. "The largest and most politically influential tribe in Kenya."

"Interesting. Jennie, how did you even come across them?"

"A tour." Jennie hadn't told the others about the tribe until now. "You remember that trip to Kenya I took a year or so back? The tour took us through that village."

"Hm." She sipped her drink and muttered to Jennie in Korean. "Jiwon wasn't lying, they're fucking hot."

"You really are a slut, Min." Jennie shook her head.

"Mm, this coming from someone who's barely walking straight." She retorted, much to Jaali, Lisa and Chiumbo's mirth. "Don't think we're idiots, Jennie."

Jennie blushed furiously and hit Jaali on the arm, who was stifling his snickers at Minnie's comment. "Shut up, all of you."

Minnie joined in the laughter. "Hey, none of us are judging. It's not like we're any prudish angels ourselves. I mean, Jungho can tell you all about that. Isn't that right, Jungho?"

The bartender, who'd been minding his own business washing out shotglasses, looked up. "What?"

She smirked, throwing him a wink. "You can tell Jennie that I'm far from innocent."

He smirked back. "You and Ryujin."

"Huh?" Ryujin looked over from her conversation with Onkwani. "What about me?"

"He's saying you're a slut, Ryu." Minnie called. "Not that it isn't true."

"Yeah, says the one who was having a 'chat' with him in the store room not a week ago." She riposted. "Let's not even go down this road."

"Yeah, whatever." Minnie shrunk back into her seat, now the one blushing amidst the group's giggles. "Point is, we don't judge anyone for fucking who they want."

"Hold on a second, aren't you usually a dom, Min?" Jiwon asked.

"Yeah, for all these little Korean pussy boys. I need a real man one of these days."

Jennie downed her shot, rapped the counter, and leaned closer to Minnie, ignoring the jab to her countrymen (Sorry, fellas.). "Well, let me tell you something. You'll certainly not be playing dom with these guys. You've never had dicks like these. Never."

"Oh yeah?" challenged Minnie. "We'll see about that."

"Oh, yes we will." She elbowed Lisa, who was talking to Chiumbo and Onkwani. "Lisa knows, too."

"Oh, it's true, Min." She said without hesitation, then in Korean under her breath. "You have no idea what pleasure is until you've fucked one of these guys. Been...ruined by one of them."

"Or five, for that matter." Jennie added, to the amusement of the others. "Nothing wrong with a good gangbang once in a while."

"Damn right." Minnie's eyes took on a more titillated look. "I guess I'll have to go for a little ride tonight, then."

"Cheers to that." Jennie raised her shotglass, and the others followed suit.

...

"So are we all just splitting up?"

The general question was, once the idea of fucking the guards had settled with everyone.

"I suppose." Jennie replied, looking at Jaali, who nodded, for confirmation. "But we all have to meet up in the morning."

"Fuck, I'm gonna need a shit ton of coffee." Jiwon shook her head.

"Same here." Agreed Minnie and Ryujin.

"The other guards and I have some unfinished business to attend to afterwards." Jaali broke in. "So I trust it's okay with everyone if they leave after pounding the brains out of you?"

"Works with me." Jiwon said, to general assent. "And don't worry about hiding what that 'business' is, Jennie told us all about it."

"Did she now?" His eyes flicked over to her, their brows raising, then he continued in a mock bright tone. "I'm sure we've talked about this, positively so. I can't imagine how many times I've told her not to spread that around, including on the plane not four hours ago."

"Sorry," Jennie muttered, going pink in the face. "They kept hounding me."

"Mm, I'm sure they did." He said satirically. "Regardless, I think that warrants a punishment later, hm?"

She blushed and nodded, very much aware of how quiet it had gotten among the group.

"Come again?" He sipped his cocktail casually.

"Yes, sir." She murmured quietly, fidgeting with her own glass. She could see the others silently giggling in her periphery, particularly Jiwon gesturing very dramatically and mouthing very obscene and very ridiculing things at her.

"Shut up, Jiwon." She fixed her with an evil side eye. "I'm gonna kill you, I swear to God."

"Careful, Jennie, I'm getting chills." said Jaali sarcastically, to the raucous laughter of everyone else.

"Anyway," Jennie said loudly over the giggles, "we'll each pick a guard or two to spend the night with, and meet back up in the morning."

"I call these two." Jiwon said immediately, pointing to Aboyo and Ruhiu.

Sana and Momo staked their claims on Yusufu, then Gakere was taken by Minnie and Ryujin.

"Jungho!" Minnie called.

"Yes?" He looked up.

"Wanna join us~?"

There was no hesitation whatsoever on his part. He nodded and called back. "I get off in 20 minutes."

Grinning, Minnie tossed a slip of paper containing her address to him and then led the party of nine out the doors, leaving Lisa, Jennie, Jaali, Kariuki, Onkwani, and Chiumbo to each other and Jungho to quickly clean up and end his shift.

"S'pose that makes six of us." Jennie noted, turning to Chiumbo and sliding a hand across the rock-hard muscle beneath the lapels of his blazer. "Wanna go home and have some fun~?"

"You know that I'll never say no to that." _____________________________________________________________

A/N: This is where I'm introducing the idea of perspective changes. For one-on-ones with the guards and idols, or just in general, I can't really have it be all Jennie's perspective. So from here on out I'll be hopping around. Just wanted to let you guys know. ______________________________________________________________

JIWON ______________________________________________________________

Fuck, why are Jennie's friends so goddamn sexy?

Jiwon could think of nothing but what awaited her at her apartment during the car ride. She was so wet she thought she would mess up her seat, and the speed she was driving at was definitely less than legal. She was rather lucky an officer wasn't around to clock her ten-over mph level.

They had barely made it through the door when Aboyo pushed her against it, one hand pinning her hands above her head and the other going to her neck.

"Mmh~" She moaned and bit her lip. "So forceful~"

"You like forceful, kahaba?"

"I don't know what the fuck that means, but yes~" She leaned her head forward and kissed him, allowing his tongue entrance and pressing her body against his.

"God, I want you so fucking bad..." She whispered, as his lips left hers and moved down her jaw to her neck. "I bet you've got a beast in those pants, hm?"

His next words made her, if possible, even hornier.

"Want to find out?"

And suddenly her voice was three times as high-pitched as she moaned her reply amidst the caresses of his adept hands.

"Yes, sir~"

The powerful hand making contact with her face was unexpected, but not unwelcome, either.

"That's master to you, whore."

She gasped at the slap and the insult, but found that it only fueled her arousal.

"Oh, so you're into that, huh?" She murmured. "Let me correct myself then - yes, master."

"Good girl." His grip on her neck tightened. The way he said 'good girl' made her breath hitch and her heart race. "I expect that every time, you understand?"

"Yes, master..." She breathed, chest heaving. "What are you gonna do to me?"

"Nothing less than your wildest, most depraved fantasies, little slut." His breath was hot on her face and neck, and she could smell deep notes of wood and musk in his cologne.

"Oh god, yes..." The thought made her want to just cum on the spot, and she swallowed. "Please..."

Gripping her by the hair, he led her to the couch and none-too-carefully pushed her onto it. She lay on her back, legs spread wide and clothed pussy drenched with slick. The two shed their blazers as they approached, wearing identical lecherously fiendish grins.

Ruhiu crawled across the couch, loosening his belt and holding her right hand above her head against the soft cushions. Aboyo had shed his shirt, tie and belt, leaving his lean torso on full display for her hungry gaze.

"So sexy," she said candidly, eyes raking his abs. "So fucking sexy..."

Ruhiu's hands were busy at work stripping her, while her own hands unbuckled his belt and slid it out of its hoops. She tossed it aside carelessly and watched with ravenous lust as the other layers were removed.

Jiwon's eyes went wide at the size of the two hardening cocks before her, and the flood barriers controlling her slick widened as well.

"Oh my God..." Her mouth hung open and she sat up. "You're so big!"

Aboyo stepped closer.

"And you'll be finding out what 'so big' feels like soon, slut."

She yelped as he pushed her back down, pulling her legs apart and burying his face between them. His tongue, clearly having had some experience probing around slits, quickly located her most sensitive spots and swiped, prodded, and circled them. Ruhiu ducked down and his lips latched onto one of her nipples, his tongue swirling and flicking the sensitive peak.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good!" She pulled on his head, moaning and bucking her hips against the wet muscle exploring her pussy. "God, why are you so good at this?"

The blissful concerto of sensation she was experiencing was rapidly heightening her proximity to an orgasm, and she'd barely had her clothes off for two minutes.

"Oh yes," she purred, feeling the tongue flick her clit, making her shudder. "Oh yes, just like that...I'm gonna cum..."

He worked his tongue faster, reducing her to a squirming, moaning, desperate mess with calm and effortless expertise. Ruhiu slid two of his fingers into her mouth after gathering some of her slick on them, letting her taste her own juices and silencing the ever-increasing volume of her voice.

"Mmph," she cried muffledly into the two fingers, sucking the juices off them obediently. She wasn't able to alert Aboyo to the fact that she was tipping over the edge of orgasm, but her quivers and trembling were probably a pretty good indicator.

"Cum for me, slut," he urged her, fingers moving up to replace his tongue and plunging into her. Giving in wasn't a choice; she wasn't able to control the orgasm convening inside her.

And suddenly, it all became too much for her to handle.

"YES!"

The orgasm slammed into her like a truck going twenty over and she squirted hard, writhing and shaking as though being electrocuted. He didn't stop, finger-blasting her and muttering dirty, lascivious little nasties into her ear throughout the orgasm's course.

"Fuck...I didn't know I would ever cum so hard from just fingers...and tongue..."

"Then you're in for a night of surprises, little slut." Ruhiu hinted darkly. "Now come here."

She didn't need to be told twice. She obediently crawled over to his now fully naked form and straddled it, feeling his broiling-hot, rock-hard cock pressing against her tight little pussy.

She gasped at both the sight and sensation. "You should put an 'oversize load' sticker on this thing, what the fuck..."

He laughed. "Well, be that as it may, get ready to take an oversize load from it, slut."

"Mm, you just love calling me dirty names, don't you?" She bent her upper half down, face an inch from his. "I'm gonna love getting my insides rearranged by your massive cock."

"Oh, is that so?" She felt his hand grip her throat again. "Then allow me to do some rearranging."

He pushed into her with one swift, brutal thrust, stretching her out more than she'd ever experienced before.

"Oh my God!" She cried out, tensing and squeezing him all the harder in reaction. "You're so b-big! Fuck!"

"Well, big as I might be, you're fucking tight, holy hell..." He groaned lightly. "Might have to loosen that little pussy up."

"Yes, please, master~"

The next second she'd dissolved into blissful, incomprehensible moans as his hips started pumping. She'd never, ever felt something like this, something so big stretching her tight pussy out, someone making her feel so controlled.

Owned, you could say.

"Yes - yes - yes - fuck me - harder - yes - yes - fuck!" Her words, as though being fucked out of her, came out with each stroke. "S-so big!"

"Shut up, you little whore!" His palm connected with her cheek again, but she just blushed and bit her lip.

"Yes, master!" She moaned, bucking her hips in time with his powerful thrusts. "Oh my God, right there, harder!"

She'd briefly forgotten about Aboyo's presence, but was reminded acutely by the sensation of another wet tip pressing into her asshole.

"Wait–" She said frantically, whipping her head around. "Don't do that so fa - fuck!"

"What's the matter, slut?" He asked teasingly, ignoring her gasps as his entire length slid smoothly into her. "Little fast for you?"

Jiwon muttered a quiet "fuck off", which didn't escape the ears of either of them. Simultaneously, a hand slapped her face and another her ass cheek, and Aboyo grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to his mouth.

"Care to run that by me again?"

"N-no, master...I'm sorry..."

"Good girl."

Both cocks started ramming into her, battering her insides and sending powerful jolts of pleasure through her.

"Nghh, yes, so deep!" She gritted her teeth, whimpering and thoroughly enjoying being so brutally fucked. "Harder!"

Their cocks throbbed and pulsed delightfully inside her, making her moan and squirm in Aboyo's grip, and Ruhiu pulled her upper torso down so her face was barely two inches from his.

"Now, I'm going to make one thing very clear to you." He said. His voice was low and growly, which made her even wetter. "From now on you belong to us. You're going to be our obedient slave. We own you."

She shivered at both his tone and his words, feeling the orgasm start to sneak up on her.

"Answer if you understand me, whore."

"Yes, master, I belong to you," she replied, giving small blissful whines. "I'll be a submissive slut, master..."

"That's a good girl." His voice had a calm, quiet timbre, but held much weight nonetheless.

"Yes~" She purred, body writhing in time with the thrusts. "I'm a good girl for you~"

Aboyo's hand smacked her ass again, making her yelp. "Say it again."

"I'm a good girl for you!" She cried. "I"m nothing but an obedient little whore!"

Probably a direct result of her self-degrading words, both shafts inside her throbbed all the harder, which added the mounting pleasure fueling her impending climax.

"Filthy, pathetic little slave," Ruhiu breathed into her face, and she moaned in reply. "Made to do nothing but obey and serve. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, master! I exist only to please you!"

"Good girl."

Both of their hands gripped and caressed her hips, the push and pull of their rough thrusts rocking her body. Jiwon felt the heat and the rush in her core, her very soul. She'd never experienced something like this, never. She knew she couldn't come back from this; she was truly enslaved in all ways to this feeling, this experience, the two of them.

"Master...I'm gonna cum..." She muttered, mind starting to fade from conscious thought. "I'm gonna cum on this thick cock...God, it's so good..."

The two only grunted with the effort of pounding her in reply, a few more spanks landing on her ass.

"Gonna cum!" She said louder, back arching. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, make me cum!"

They gave it everything they had, the groans, moans, and claps ramping up in volume as they all neared their peaks.

"I'm gonna cum," Aboyo said through tightly gritted teeth. "Huyu kahaba amebana sana!" (This whore is so tight!)

"You ready for my load, little slut?" Ruhiu continued on the wavelength.

"Yes, master! Please give it to me! I want your cum in my pussy!"

"You want it, slave? Take it!" In sync, both of them groaned and slammed into her one last time, burying their cocks deep inside her. A hot deluge of thick cum flooded her pussy and ass at the same time, which set off her long-in-development climax.

Her mind exploded with pleasure; it was like someone had set off fireworks inside her. Head to toe, sensation flashed through her entire body, and the orgasmic scream that left her mouth was unlike anything she'd ever uttered.

"FUCK - CUMMING!"

Her body tensed and her toes curled as the waves of numbing, blissful pleasure swept through her and a jet of cum sprayed out of her. She was left breathless, gasping as she nearly passed out.

"So...so good..." she murmured as consciousness began to slip from her. "Thank you, master..." ______________________________________________________________

SANA ______________________________________________________________

"You know how to drive?" Sana asked Yusufu as the three approached her car and the others went their own directions.

"The basics." He smiled, opting for the passenger-side back seat. "It's probably better if you drive."

"Got it."

Momo riding shotgun, the trio departed the bar towards Sana's apartment, soon to become a threesome.

"So, Yusufu," Sana called to the backseat as they pulled away from the curb, "I gather you don't travel much?"

"Not a lot, no." He replied. "Duties to attend to, you know?"

"I guess." She shrugged. "I've never really done research on tribe life."

"Outings like this are usually reserved for more experienced guards. I've only been on the squad for a year or so. I was new when Somi and Jennie were brought in. But the chief thought it would be good to have someone who dealt with Somi come bring her back."

"Makes sense." Momo nodded. "I can't lie..it'll be fun to see how she breaks..."

"Yes, yes, all that will be fun, when it happens." Yusufu said. "But I think what will be even more fun for me...is watching how you two break." He layed a casually possessive hand on each of their shoulders.

The air inside the car shifted; suddenly, the two girls were blushing, biting their lips. Yusufu smirked, knowing the effect his words had on them.

"Yes, I think it'll be very fun watching the two of you slowly come undone while I turn your minds to mush by making you cum over and over and over...watching you accept and realize your places as my submissive little sluts...Don't you think that'll be fun, girls?"

"Mm, I think so~" Sana giggled, not really letting on how wet his words made her. "Really fun..."

"Oh, we'll see about that, Mr. Hotshot." Momo retorted.

"Do my ears deceive me, or was that a challenge?" Yusufu leaned forward. "You'll soon learn, Momo, that not one who has challenged me in the bedroom has ever lived up to it. You've got some nerve to try."

"More like Mr. Hot stuff..." Sana trailed off, eyes scanning the backseat's occupant.

"Well, you've never met a girl like me." Momo said bluntly. "We'll see when we get to Sana's place."

"Yes, we will." He said in a low voice. "And you'll be put in yours."

The rest of the ride passed with barely hidden lust and anticipation, until they pulled into Sana's driveway. Sana herself was nearly trembling with it as they walked the steps to her front door. The calm confidence he showed...the dominance this man exuded, the way he spoke, the way he sugarcoated nothing and left absolutely nothing to the imagination, was...thrilling.

She unlocked the door and let the three of them in, at which time Momo disappeared into the bathroom.

"I'll be out in a minute, I just have to change." She winked at Sana and mouthed 'have fun'. Sana blushed as the door closed and when she turned around, Yusufu was already there, backing her against the wall.

"So I can see you're the submissive one," he said, pinning her against it without even touching her, "the good girl."

"I-I guess..." She stammered, trying and failing to meet the intense gaze she found herself under. "Momo's just trying to see if your...sexy...th-thing is just a charade..."

"Oh, she'll soon find out it's no charade." He smirked. "As will you."

She bit her lip, feeling her arousal spike up. "Oh, uhm...I d-didn't think it was...a charade..."

He laughed, a deep, rumbling noise that only seemed to turn her on more. "Adorable."

Blushing harder, she had to stop her legs from moving against each other. Her body felt like it was on fire, particularly between her thighs; an all-consuming, mind-controlling desire that filled her up and felt like molten magma inside her.

"Oh G-god..." She found herself trembling with the lust, the passion, the pure hunger she felt to be absolutely ruined by this man. "P-please..."

"Please what?" He put his finger on her chin and tilted her face up to him. "Say it."

"P-please..." She murmured again. "Take me...fuck me...use me...I want it so bad..."

His hand slithered up her torso, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake, before fastening itself around her neck. His finger pressed against Sana's lips and she opened them and allowed it in.

"I was just waiting for you to ask, sweetheart." He moved a fraction of an inch, almost imperceptibly, closer. "You're mine."

"Oh yes..." Sana moaned. "I'm...I'm yours...All – all yours..."

He leaned down and, in the same low, calm tone, spoke. "Good girl."

It made her feel like melting. Her legs went weak and she leaned into him, heat pooling in her abdomen.

"Oh God...I'm s-sorry...I don't know what's wrong with me, I-I'm not usually like this..."

"I do have an effect like that, don't I?" She gasped as he reached around, kneading her ass.

"It's – you're just so...so hot..."

"I know, sweetie." His hands moved down to the backs of her thighs and suddenly she was in the air, legs spread on either side of his waist and her entire body pressed against the solid mass of muscle that was his torso. She gasped, taking short, shuddering breaths; she could feel the obvious bulge in his pants rubbing against her.

"We call that confidence, baby girl." He bucked his hips, pressing his clothed cock even harder against her sopping wet heat, and she moaned again. "Seems to make girls like you go...wild."

Her hands felt over his pecs to his rock-solid biceps supporting her weight, the strong arms holding her against the equally as strong body they were attached to.

"P-please, stop teasing me..." She breathed. "Just fuck me..."

He set her down on the couch, discarded his jacket, and loosened his tie, peering amusedly at her flushed face and heaving chest.

"Beg me."

"Please, master, fuck me. I'm s-so wet, I need to feel you in me...make me your little toy, use me however you want, I'm just a c-cumdump for you...I'll do anything..."

"You are one needy little slut, aren't you, Sana?" He tossed the tie onto the couch and unbuttoned his shirt. It hung loose and open, allowing her a sweet eyeful of his shredded abs.

"Yes..." She nodded, almost dazedly.

"Yes, what?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, master~"

The words sounded odd to her ears, but somewhere deep inside she knew it was right. She knew that was her place: to obey. To submit.

"Good. Now strip."

She rid herself of her outfit as quickly as she could, squirming under the gaze she was scrutinized with.

"Very nice." He slipped off the shirt and approached the couch.

"Well, well, well, what did I miss?"

Momo had returned from 'changing' and was leaning against the wall, completely exempt of clothing. Yusufu turned around and, seeming to remember what Sana'd said about her challenging dominance, his eyes narrowed. "Oh, you've returned? Time for you to join her."

Momo's eyes flicked to Sana's spread-legged form, and her expression shifted. "Looking quite tasty there, Sana."

Sana blushed and her legs twitched closer together, and Momo started approaching slowly.

"One second, sweetie." Yusufu held up one finger to Sana before intercepting Momo's path. In a flash he grabbed her wrists and held them above her head against the wall.

It was subtle, but Sana could see and hear Momo's quiet, aroused gasp before looking up defiantly at him.

"I know your type, Momo." He breathed into her face. "You like to test. You like to needle and push people's buttons, don't you? I'm going to let you know right know that I'm not one to be defeated."

"Ooh." She shivered sarcastically. "Chilling."

He was silent for a moment, and then chuckled.

"I know what you're doing. It's not going to work."

"Oh, really?" She arched her back, rolling her body against his. "You sure you aren't getting just a little mad?"

"Very." His expression remained hard. "I'd like to remind anyone it conerns that I'm wearing a belt, one that I imagine wouldn't feel very nice if I were to take it off and give a certain naughty girl a spanking."

"I'm terrified." She dramatically rolled her eyes.

"You're annoyingly good at getting under my skin, you know that?"

"Oh yeah?" She narrowed her eyes and smiled. "Do something about it."

"Fine."

Dragging her by the hair over to the couch and ignoring her pained protests, he threw her over his lap and slid his belt out of its loops. For the first time she looked slightly frightened, as if maybe getting under his skin hadn't been the best idea.

"It'd be much easier if you'd have just obeyed and stopped pretending to resist." He seized her shorts and yanked them down off her ankles. "We both know you're a submissive little bitch."

"No, I'm not!" Momo lied, even as she bit her lip. "I'm not scared of you!"

He chuckled, raising the folded belt. "We'll see about that."

"Aah!" She cried as the belt swished through the air and made impact with her supple little ass, and a loud crack of leather on flesh sounded. "Ow!"

He ignored her, bringing it down again, and she yelped again. Sana had a perfect view from behind of his shoulders flexing to bring the belt back up into the air.

"Yeah, hurts, doesn't it?" Another loud snap. "Stupid little slut."

"S-shut up!" Her voice faltered.

"Still going, huh?" Smack.

"Weak-ass motherfucker!"

He laughed, the mirth not reaching his gleaming eyes. "You shouldn't have said that."

He folded the belt over itself again and really got to work, giving her smack after smack as fast as he could.

"Fuck! Ow!" She yelled. "Kaesaekki!" (Bastard!)

"Insolent little bitch!" He only spanked harder, rapidly turning her ass cheeks a nice shade of red.

"Oww! I'm sorry!" She squirmed, trying to escape the punishing blows, but he pinned her flailing legs down with one of his own and held her torso down with one strong arm. "Stop, please!"

"Now, now, kahaba, it wouldn't be much of a punishment if I stopped when you asked, would it?" He said loudly over her yells, callous pleasure in his voice. "No, I need to teach you a lesson!"

"I've learned my lesson, I promise!" Tears started to well in her eyes from the pain and from the humiliation of being spanked like a child in front of her best friend.

The best friend in question was sitting against the back of the couch with her legs spread wide open, unabashedly fingering herself to the sight of her best friend getting spanked. Small whimpers escaped her as she teased herself

"Really, Sana?" Momo hissed. "Really?"

Yusufu paused for a moment to look around and laughed, giving Momo a brief respite.

"Well, it seems I'm not the only one enjoying your punishment, Momo." He leaned to his right a little and glanced between her legs. "Nor, it appears, are the two of us alone on that front. Getting a little turned on, little whore?"

"N-no!" She lied. She hadn't been aware of how aroused she'd been getting, but it hit her in full then. "No, I'm not! And stop calling me that!"

"I'm afraid you're not in much of a position to make such demands, honey." He caressed her ass as Sana's hand continued to work between her legs. "And-" his hand moved lower, teasing her folds and making her moan, "liar, liar, pussy on fire."

"S-shut up!" She felt her cheeks flush. "I'm not lying! I d-don't like this!"

Another resounding smack sounded as the belt made impact with her skin again.

"Stop lying to me."

"I'm n-not! Bastard!"

Smack.

"Stop. Lying."

"I'm...I'm not lying..."

"Even as you're sitting here leaking onto my thigh. Right." He scoffed, spanked her again, then grabbed her hair and yanked her head back to growl in her ear.

"Tell me the truth, you lying whore."

"Fine...I...I kinda like it..." She admitted, blushing furiously.

Smack.

"The whole truth. Spill it, slut."

"Okay! I really, really like this...it turns me on so much, to be dominated and punished like this. It makes me s-so wet..."

"Now, how hard was that?" He tossed the belt aside and delivered a slap to her already-stinging cheeks. "Sana, did that sound so hard to say?"

"No, sir..." Sana hummed in pleasure. "I think you punish her more~"

"As you wish, sweetie." Grinning evilly, he picked back up the belt and gave her a sound whack with it.

"Fuck!" Then she looked over her shoulder with her front teeth clamped on her bottom lip, eyes hazed with lust. "Harder please~"

"I'm sorry, what's that?" He leaned in, widely smirking. "Didn't quite catch that last bit."

"I said...punish me harder, please, daddy~"

Smack. "Master." He corrected.

"Yes, master."

"Better." Another spank, halfhearted.

"Please, give this bad girl more!" She begged, wiggling her ass back and forth. "Punish me~"

"Well, if you want the punishment it isn't much of a punishment, is it?" He taunted. "Guess I'll stop."

"No!" She arched her back. "Please, keep going!"

He leaned down and, with a slap to her ass that made her yelp, snarled into her ear. "You'll have to earn it, whore."

She knew what she was to do, and upon his release of her legs, she slid down onto her knees, finding quite the large package straining against the slacks in her face.

"C-can I? Please?"

No more explanation was given or required as he unzipped, unclasped, and rid himself of the pants, bringing his boxers with them.

"Oh...oh my God~" ______________________________________________________________

MOMO ______________________________________________________________

Momo was quite taken aback at the sheer size of the cock presented to her; she wasn't sure she could fit it all into her mouth. Sana seemed equally surprised and was goggling at it as well. She reached out tentatively and gripped his base, gathering saliva in her mouth before enveloping the head of his cock in her mouth.

"Mmm, that's it, suck it, you little whore." His words, insulting as they were, satisfied her in some depraved, profligate way. She ignored them and focused on doing what she was slowly beginning to recognize as her duty: pleasing Yusufu.

She moaned into it. Her lust was quickly dissolving any moral qualms she had about serving him; as she opened her throat and started bobbing her head, she found that her hands were starting to sneakily move towards her pussy and breasts. Sana, on the other hand, was unashamedly finger-banging herself knuckle-deep, luxurious groans streaming out of her mouth.

'Fuck it,' she decided mentally, 'I'm going to enjoy this.'

She pushed her face down, driving his entire, girthy length into her mouth and throat. As her eyes rolled back into her head, her fingers found their way to her drenched pussy and started rubbing furiously. Suddenly her efforts were accompanied by a blissful sensation that served only to fuel the intense and passionate lust controlling her mind.

"Such a good girl," Yusufu commented, much to Momo's reprobate pleasure. "Hey, Sana?"

It took Sana a second to break out of her little trance, her eyes locked on his dick disappearing into Momo's mouth.

"Y-yes?" She looked dazed, as if she'd been knocked out and reawoken.

"Make yourself useful, sweetheart. Go and eat this little slut out."

She looked very surprised for a moment, but for only a moment. The next second she'd taken on a very promiscuous expression.

"Yes, master..."

She hopped off the couch and circled behind Momo, dropped to her knees, and without a moment of hesitation buried her tongue between her legs.

"S-Sana?" She released the dick from her mouth momentarily. "W-what are you doing?"

"She's doing what I told her to." Yusufu answered. "Now get back to it."

"Mmph!" She yelped and moaned as he thrust his dick back down her throat and Sana's tongue pushed into her pussy.

She was unnervingly good at it; within the span of twenty seconds Momo was already on edge. Yusufu appeared to me nearing his own orgasm, and Sana's fingers were keeping on top of satisfying the body they belonged to.

Suddenly, Sana's tongue worked its was higher, and Momo shuddered in pleasure as the wet muscle swiped and prodded at her asshole. She dislodged the shaft from her throat and stroked fast and hard, trying to milk his cum out of it.

"Oh, keep doing that, Sana," she gasped, "Oh God yes, right there, that feels so good!"

She reached around and pulled Sana's head into her ass, on the teetering edge of an orgasm. Yusufu groaned through gritted teeth and pulled Momo's mouth back down right ass he hit his peak; rope after rope of his thick, hot cum spurted into her waiting mouth. It became too much for her to handle when Sana reached up and slid two fingers into her pussy, and she lost control.

Her cry was muffled, but quite audible as her jaw went slack around his still-hard rod. With what little strength she could muster with the waves of orgasmic pleasure lighting her nerves on fire, she rolled her abdomen in circles to grind her ass against Sana's mouth and a jet of cum sprayed her chest.

The three of them remained in that position, Sana still lapping at Momo's ass and pussy, until Yusufu moved and wordlessly picked Momo up from the floor. Sana, who'd been enjoying the task he gave her, made a small noise of complaint until she saw him wave his hand towards Momo's spread-eagled form on the couch, donning a small grin.

"She's all yours, sweetie." ______________________________________________________________

SANA ______________________________________________________________

Yusufu returned a few minutes later to find a rather dazed Momo sitting in the same position with Sana's tongue working away between her legs while delirious moans poured out of her mouth like juice from a melon.

"Sana. Over here." He sat down at the corner of the couch.

She stopped immediately and sidled over to him, leaving Momo completely out of it.

"Yes?"

Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled her into a reverse-cowgirl on his half-reclined form, and she could feel the heat of his quickly-hardening cock directly on her sensitive folds.

"I believe this is about where we were before we were so rudely interrupted by Momo?" Her breaths quivered and she nodded. "Tell me, do you want to be fucked?"

"Yes please, master~" His cock twitched and she gasped. "I want to feel this inside me..."

"Do you? Say it again."

"I want to be fucked! I want you to pound me senseless and make me cum until I'm just a broken whore!

"F-fuck!" Sana's pleasure went from 0 to 100 instantly and it made her want to cum already. "That's s-so deep, fuck!"

"You know, my little slut, I did not expect you to be so tight." His equable tone remained, but it was quite plain he was holding back groans. She felt handcuffs being fastened around her hands as she leaned back.

"Oh God, yes, yes, you feel so good inside me master! Fuck me!"

His lips attached themselves to her neck, sending little shivers down her spine, and his fingers snaked around to her pussy.

"F-fuck, how are you so good at this?" She managed the words with difficulty.

"Years of practice, kahaba." His fingers danced dexterously over her lips in just the right way to make her moan and squirm.

Momo had snapped out of it and was now sitting against the couch, three fingers pumping deep inside herself at the sight of her friend being so thoroughly demolished. She gasped and moaned at the sensation, joining the other two in their approach to orgasm.

"So - fucking - good...!" The combination of sensations built up the heat inside her again, like someone compressing a giant hot coil.

"Are you gonna cum for me sweetie?"

"Yes, master! Your dick is so good!"

His breath came hot on her neck as he chortled. "Say it again."

"Your cock feels so good, so deep inside me!" Pressure built and built, soon to overwhelm her. "Nngh god, please keep going!"

"Won't disappoint you on that, little slut." His other, unoccupied hand went to her neck. "You're mine."

"Yes, master, I'm yours," she panted, "I belong to you..."

"Such a good girl." He murmured into her neck. "Doing more good for you than for this little slut Momo."

His cock speared into her like a knife into a slab of meat; her walls pulsed and throbbed around him.

"God, you're so tight!" His arm wrapped around her thighs and pulled them up, allowing better leverage to fuck her all the harder. "I'm gonna cum inside this little pussy!"

"Give it to me master! Give me your cum!"

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Momo cried.

"Mm, take it, whore!" Yusufu bellowed.

Then thought was blissfully wiped from all three brains as they joined together in an intense, consecutive orgasm. ______________________________________________________________

MINNIE ______________________________________________________________

"Oh, shit..."

"What's wrong, Ryu?" Minnie asked.

"My car only seats two." She opened the driver's side door and got in slowly.

"Oh, yeah..." Minnie trailed off. "Well...shit."

"What are you two moaning about? Simple fix to that, girls." Gakere took the passenger side and pulled Minnie onto his lap.

Both girls gasped, and Minnie felt something stir inside her that she hadn't felt in a long time. She'd been playing the dom for what felt like years. Dealing with all the hesitant, unsure, even inhibited partners she met, she'd had no choice but to go with it and learn to be the dominant girl the little sissy boys wanted. But all the while, she'd been looking for a dominant, bold guy who would absolutely pulverize her so thoroughly she'd have to rent a wheelchair for a couple of weeks. But something in how he was so forward, so bold and confident, ignited the old sense of submission she'd been longing to have drawn out of her. There was no need to get her hopes up, however. There were always the phonies, the impostors. Fake-ass guys who would have confident brazenness at first. Their acts would crumble when they made it into the bedroom, and her hopes would be dashed, again. So she didn't let said hopes rise at his show of boldness, and past the quickly-disguised gasp, didn't react at all. She'd have to test his resolve and his dominance, after all.

The car doors shut and they started off.

It was only a couple of minutes and a few adjustments of her position (that made her ass grind against him and his hardening cock take its place right between her thighs) before she started to feel a very large something rising to full mast between her spread legs.

"Ryu," she muttered, and with a few meaningful glances down, purveyed her obvious message.

Big dick? Ryujin mouthed.

Minnie nodded markedly.

"Oh!" Ryujin said. "Oh~"

"Oh what?" Gakere raised his eyebrows at her.

"Uh, nothing..." She hastily covered up the wordless exchange. "We were just, uh-"

"Silently discussing the fact that her cute little ass is getting me hard?" His fingers caressed the supple flesh, making her gasp again. "I could tell."

Ryujin giggled and nodded, but Minnie stayed silent. There it was again. That feeling that she'd sought for so long, it was back. Just like a powerful drug, one little taste was all she needed to be hooked.

"How far are we?" He asked, drawing small moans from her mouth through his assertive caresses.

"About 3 minutes out."

By the time they reached Ryujin's place, Minnie was dripping wet. The thoughts of the pleasures that awaited her once they got there, along with his adept hands roaming her body, had made her incredibly horny.

"I would tell you two to get a room, so that Minnie doesn't cum all over my seats," Ryujin chuckled, making Minnie blush, "but we've arrived at the room."

And one quick trip into the house later, Minnie found herself being aggressively kissed and groped against the door by Gakere and to her surprise, Ryujin as well.

"Ryujin - what?" She moaned as both tongues moved lower on her, down to her neck and collarbone, the fingers moving down to her pussy. "Why are you - ohh fuck~"

"I know what you really want, Min." She grinned evilly. "And I'm going to help you get it."

"Oh yes, right there~" She shuddered at the feeling of many fingers pressing into her clit and surrounding spots.

"You're going to get a taste of real dominance tonight, Minnie." She continued. Ryujin's thin finger slipped inside her. "The dominance you've been craving for sooo long..."

Minnie still had her reservations. Ryujin might be able to play the dom well, but Gakere's abilities were still under question. But as his grip fastened around her hair and he pulled her over to the couch, her doubts started to dissolve. She found that a fire was burning hot in her core, a fire of the pleasure she was taking in being treated so roughly.

"You want this one, Ryujin?" Gakere asked.

"I sure do." Ryujin smirked. "Just hang around, I'll need you in a little while."

"You got it." He stepped back and learned against the bar as Ryujin turned to Minnie.

"Up."

Minnie wasn't used to hearing such a commanding, assertive tone from Ryujin, but she rose to her feet.

"Strip. Now."

With slightly trembling hands, she stripped off her top, but the action was met only with a sharp slap to her face. Instead of feeling offended, however, she felt incredible arousal at her friend's roughness.

"When I tell you to do something, you respond with 'Yes, mistress', is that clear?"

Her breath caught in her chest, but she still managed a small "Yes, mistress."

Ryujin leaned forward and put a hand to her ear. "What was that, slut? Speak up, now."

"Yes, mistress." She repeated. The words felt odd to say, after hearing it said to her so many times, but she was disguisedly reveling in it.

"Good girl."

She blushed and her legs felt suddenly weak. The fire was spreading.

"Th-thank you, mistress."

Ryujin's smirk widened as Minnie finished stripping, showing just a hint of the aberrant pleasure she was taking out of this. "On your knees, slave."

"Yes, mistress."

She knelt obediently, and her friend started to remove her own clothing. Minnie watched hungrily with a lust she'd never felt for a friend before, the sight of Ryujin's nubile body just horny food for her. Ryujin had another surprise, too. After telling Minnie to stay, she went into her bedroom and returned with a pair of handcuffs that she clicked around Minnie's wrists. They weren't the flimsy plastic shit, either.

"Now eat me out, Minnie."

"Yes, mistress~"

She leaned forward, planted her lips on Ryujin's clit, and moved her tongue out of her mouth to swipe across her friend's pussy.

"Fuck yes, keep going just like that, baby," Ryujin moaned luxuriously, head falling back as her hands found their ways to Minnie's head and pulled. "Such a good little whore."

Minnie herself moaned and giggled softly. Her entire mind was consumed with the taste of Ryujin's juices, her thought process evaporated by the subservience she was showing.

All of a sudden Ryujin pulled her head away.

"On the couch."

Minnie immediately laid flat on her back on the ottoman, whereupon Ryujin clambered atop her and straddled her face. Minnie's tongue shot out and delved into Ryujin's wet tunnel, prodding, poking, and swiping anywhere and everywhere that could pleasure her.

She couldn't see much of anything apart from Ryujin's naked torso, but she felt someone else on the ottoman, seemingly at her gesture. She gasped as a pair of strong, callused hands lifted her lower body up and a very stiff, throbbing head pressed against her entrance.

"Mmph!" She tried to stop it, maybe slow it dow, but too late. The next second her pussy had enveloped what she estimated to be at least eight inches of rock-hard, pulsing cock.

The pussy on her mouth drowned out her cry, the vibrations bringing its owner that much closer to orgasm. Dutifully, Minnie continued and started thrusting her tongue in and out of Ryujin as fast as she could.

She adored the position she was in; being used like a sex toy by her best friend and a stranger friend of Jennie's. She'd been looking for someone to assume this position with for much too long; she'd never known that she spoke to said person every day. Had she known that Ryujin would be willing to dominate her in this hot way, she'd have leapt at the opportunity.

"Yes, Minnie, keep going, right there!" Ryujin bucked her hips, riding Minnie's face in a desperate attempt to reach her orgasm. A few more seconds passed and then as Minnie's tongue slid over her clit and Gakere delivered a hard smack to her jiggling ass simultaneously, she erupted like a volcano, drenching the mouth and face she was riding in her cum and releasing a cry that every neighbor on the block was definitely awoken by.

Ryujin whimpered and slumped forward and off of her. Gakere's cock kept pumping, the ridges, bumps and veins rubbing over sensitive spots that made her mewl with pleasure.

"Oh fuck..." she moaned, "Keep going...harder..."

Suddenly, he flipped her over onto her stomach, pushed apart her thighs, and plunged back in. The position allowed even deeper penetration, and he sank his hips all the way down until every last millimeter was deeply rooted inside her.

Her eyes widened. "Fuck!"

"So big...!"

"So deep~"

His tip was at a point in her pussy she didn't know could be accessed, firmly pressing against the barrier that was her cervix.

"Oh my god...fuck me, master~"

Never in her life had she felt so submissive and taken so much pleasure in it. Never in her life has she been this infatuated with a sensation. And never in her life had she been more desperate to be fucked, railed, absolutely obliterated by a dick.

Gakere obliged her request and claps of skin on skin rang out as he started giving it to her. Stroke after stroke, he attained maximum penetration with well-honed skill she'd never had the luck of experiencing before.

"Yes, yes, yes, harder! Pound my little pussy! I belong to you~"

Her declaration felt very odd to say, even amongst the subservient-minded thoughts she had. Usually it was the bottom boys she ran into who were doing the serving and the belonging to her, but now she found herself in the same place. And she loved that feeling more than anything she'd ever known before.

A length of black fabric suddenly closed around her eyes. Sensory deprivation was something she'd very rarely been on the receiving end of, but she had always found it quite thrilling.

Ryujin was starting to come back to. She'd clearly not gotten enough of Minnie's tongue, because she straddled her face again, but it was a little different this time.

"Eat my ass, you little whore."

There were no reservations in Minnie's mind whatsoever.

"Yes, mistress~"

Gakere took the opportunity to land a few spanks on Ryujin as Minnie's tongue started probing against her asshole, a largely foreign sensation to both of them.

"Good girl," Ryujin moaned, arching her back. "Such a good girl for me..."

Minnie purred at the praise and increased her efforts. She was rapidly advancing towards an orgasm, and judging by the pulses and throbbing of Gakere's cock inside her, so was he. His groans increased in volume, as did Ryujin's in the face of Minnie's frenzied licking.

"Gonna cum, little slut."

"I'm gonna cum Minnie, don't stop!"

Like New Year's in London, the three of them exploded. Ryujin's cum gushed over Minnie's face as her own squirted onto Gakere. A sea of thick, warm liquid poured into Minnie's thoroughly-fucked pussy, which nearly made her cum again.

Ryujin collapsed off of Minnie's face as Gakere's girthy dick pulled out of her, and the three of them started their rest period with only the panting, gasps, and soft moaning filling the room. Minnie slid the blindfold off herself.

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"Ryujin?" Came a voice from outside the door.

A grin spread across both faces as Minnie and Ryujin looked at each other.

"Be right there, Jungho~" ______________________________________________________________

JENNIE ______________________________________________________________

They'd scarcely gotten into the house before Jennie found herself trapped against the door by Chiumbo's hulking form.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you black out, little slut." He breathed into her face. His arms, which were on either side of her body, keeping her trapped, felt delectably solid against her.

"I'd like to see you try," she taunted. His eyes narrowed, and she rolled her hips against him.

The other three had already stripped Lisa; she was being fingerblasted by Jaali and pinned to the wall by Kariuki and Onkwani. Jennie's attention was quickly drawn back to her own circumstances as Chiumbo quickly and expertly relieved her of her own clothing.

He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her unresisting body into the bedroom. Once inside, he shut the door, shed the shirt and blazer, and bore down on Jennie's sprawled, naked form.

She hummed in pleasure at his touch; she was so desperately horny that she didn't really care what he did to her.

"Please," she gasped, barely able to get words out for how much and how adeptly he was touching her, "please tie me up and ruin me, master. I want that huge dick inside me again, I want you to fuck me so hard it splits me in half!"

"I happen to have brought the appropriate tools for such a thing, kahaba." He held up four pairs of cuffs. "Flip over."

"Yes, master!" Her insides churned with excitement as she followed his order and turned over onto her stomach. She felt her legs being pulled apart, and each ankle being cuffed to a bedpost. Then he moved into her field of vision and cuffed each of her arms to its own bedpost, leaving her spread-eagled, drenched, and horny as all hell.

The sound of cloth sliding on skin reached her ears and then his weight was on top of her, his cockhead rubbing over her folds.

"D-don't tease me, master~" She shuddered. "Take what's yours, make me scream, make me cum..."

She didn't know where he'd gotten a blindfold, but the next second it had been tied around her eyes, turning her vision black. Before she'd even had time to react, his cock slammed into her slick pussy.

"Ahhh, fuck!" She wailed in pleasure. "So big, you're gonna fucking break me! Oh god, yes, fill me up!"

Each stroke of the brutal force driving her into the bed was like a peek through heaven's pearly gates. Her world and her consciousness narrowed to the relentless pounding of his shaft into her.

"Yes, yes, harder!" She moaned. Fuck me like the dirty, slutty whore I am!"

His hand fastened around her hair and his thrusts quickened. "Tell me, kahaba, who owns you?"

"You do, master!" She cried. "Only you! I belong to you!"

"Good little whore."

Jennie's screams reverberated in the timbers of the house as he pushed her to new heights of bliss. Her brain drew a blank, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation lighting her nerves on fire. Her eyes rolled into her head; she didn't know where she was, or who she was, either - all she knew was that she was going to cum from this ecstasy.

"I'm gonna...s-shit, I'm gonna cum..." Her vision blurred. "Fuck~"

She hadn't heard the door open or his footsteps as he approached; her euphoric tunnel vision had made her completely oblivious to Jaali's entrance. That was, until he appeared in her hazy vision, sat down, and pushed his dick past her half-open lips. She moaned and started bobbing her head as best she could; she would never say no to the taste of Jaali's cum.

"Mm, such a good girl," he said, taking hold of her head and pulling down. "My obedient little slave."

His cock was already wet, probably from Lisa's saliva, but she paid it no heed. Chiumbo grunted with the toil of keeping up his effort; he and Jennie could both feel the fact that he was getting close.

"Fuck," he groaned, "Siwezi kudumu zaidi!" (I can't last much longer!)

"Are you ready to take our cum, little slut?" Jaali asked.

She nodded wildly. She was more than ready; she'd been ready for this role her entire life. The next second, both cocks had been deeply buried into her and both erupted inside.

It was as though dynamite had been lit inside her mind. It felt like her nerves were exploding with pleasure, and her climax struck her like a thunderbolt from the heavens. Her scream was muffled by the cock and large amount of seed in her mouth, but definitely audible nonetheless. A powerful jet of her cum squirted out of her and over the mattress, tears springing to her eyes from the sheer intensity of her orgasm.

And then, it all became too much and her vision faded as she lost consciousness. ______________________________________________________________

LISA ______________________________________________________________

The moment the door had shut after Jaali, Onkwani and Kariuki rounded on Lisa like a pair of hungry wolves. Kariuki picked her up as easily as if she were a little child and with little concern tossed her onto the couch.

"I haven't forgotten how tight your pussy is, kahaba." His voice was low and carried a chilling tone. "And believe me when I say I'm going to absolutely ruin it."

"Mmh~" She moaned even at the mere thought. "Yes, please..."

He raised an eyebrow. "Come again?"

"Yes please, master..."

"Good girl." He smirked. "Spread those legs for me."

She quickly complied and spread her legs apart, watching with ravenous lust as both of their clothes came off piece by piece.

Within seconds they were on top of her, and she quickly found herself moved into a doggy position. To make things even more arousing for her, Onkwani produced a length of rope and tied her hands together behind her back, rendering her completely helpless to whatever they felt like doing to her.

"Please, use me," she breathed. "Use me however you want."

"Oh, I intend to." Kariuki grinned evilly.

The next second, she'd been stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey in both ends full of thick meat. Her senses were suddenly overloaded with intense pleasure, and she no longer registered anything but the sensation.

"Ohmhghhd~" The sound that left her was in no way intelligible past the excessive quantity of dick in her mouth, but it was well understood nonetheless. Dutifully, she opened her throat as best she could and allowed them to get to work.

She'd never realized how fast a man could thrust his hips until that moment. What the two lacked in power, they made up for in pure speed. With blinding velocity they pounded both sides of her ferociously, sending her spinning headlong down the slick road to climax.

Lisa moaned and whimpered into the shaft in her mouth. What little was left of her reservations about this entire tribal slave concept was crumbling under the relentless, jackhammering assault of these two men. She'd been, relatively speaking, new to sex when she'd come to Kenya with Jennie, but she was now all too willing to indulge in this depraved ecstasy.

Like metal heating up inside a furnace, her body seemed to be getting hotter. A feeling like molten lava pooling in her lower abdomen was rising, a clear indicator that she was approaching her peak. Several slaps landed on her ass.

"Fhhhk~" She cried. She started bobbing her head back and forth in an effort fueled by her pure arousal, skyrocketing Onkwani's pleasure. With what little brainpower she could muster from the pile of mush her mind had become, she intentionally clamped down on Kariuki's cock to ramp it up for him as well.

With a simultaneous cry of pleasure, the three of them joined together in a concurrent orgasm, and a barrage of cum flooded into both holes.

...

"Wake up, Jennie."

It was still nighttime; Jennie could tell by the lack of sunlight attacking her eyes through her eyelids. She opened her eyes to Jaali's rumbling voice urging her awake. Everything in her lower region felt thoroughly used, but her heart lept when she realized they were going to get Somi.

"Are we leaving?" She yell-whispered.

"Indeed we are. Get dressed," he continued, "because it's time to go retrieve my other little slut."

Both of them shared an identically maniacal grin.

"Here we come, Somi."

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A/N: Aaaaaaand that's a wrap on Field Trip Part 3. Field Trip 4 will be in progress immediately, so it won't be THAT much longer. End scenes might have been a little rushed, but I was anxious to get this out and get FT4 started. Thank you all very much for reserving the extensive amount of time this takes to read for me. I hope you all enjoyed!

[lala056]

Exhausting

I have no respect for billford shippers that look down on stancest shippers.

Oh what, you’d have me believe a genetic tie to a partner is somehow worse than being with someone that stabs through your hands, forces you to swallow live spiders, and also SA’s you by having yourself forcibly strip down in public and swing your clothes over your head like a helicopter? (sorry but anyone that forcibly removes your clothes and exposes your body, even if you’re a guy/lacking breasts and it’s just your chest, is committing SA against you. They’re exposing your body against your will plain and simple. Try to write that off how you like but that’s the facts)

The logic behind this baffles me honestly.

There’s a reason Alex titled that kissing drawing as "the worst drawing in the world" and then linked to an amazon BIBLE page (yeah I know that was part of a joke well guess what he frequently uses the bible joke for shipping in general so yeah).

Because he knows it’s BAD, TOXIC, PROBLEMATIC AS YOU GUYS LIKE TO LABEL THINGS. What I see people incorrectly accuse PROSHIPPERS to REPRESENT rather than the actual representation of the LIVE AND LET LIVE CREDO OF SHIPPING.

Ever stop to consider that maybe Alex didn’t do stancest or art involving Wendy/Dipper because he simply a) didn’t like those ships, which is valid since everyone has their own tastes, and he did base some of these characters on his own family so it’s close to home for him, or b) knows how toxic and chronically online a lot of haters are? That he wanted to avoid drama for this stream that he’s trying to milk every cent out of for CHARITY? (It's ridiculous how many times he felt obligated to say "REMEMBER IT'S FOR CHARITY" when shipping came up just to try and prevent any meltdowns from uptight fans and viewers. And even then he still didn't do some because he knew the fact of it being for charity still wouldn't fly for some- because a lot of people would rather watch REAL PEOPLE SUFFER to preserve their fictional sensitivities)

Not to mention he still works with Disney (chibiverse hello), any backlash (the form of false pedo accusations or incest apologist accusations being what happens to be thrown around all willy nilly nowadays over fictional bullshit) could get him blocked not only from working with the company ever again, but lose any input he might have over his beloved passion project and baby Gravity Falls itself?

This is a man who has said COUNTLESSLY that he doesn’t care about ships, has even encouraged people to "be weirder" and made omelet hypotheticals for how much HE DOESN’T CARE BECAUSE FICTIONAL SHIPS DON’T MATTER.

Alex Hirsch is a KING.

And it’s sad to see that so many of his loyal subjets are so bigoted and blind to ignore his own feelings in order to justify their own, or to somehow perform the mental gymnastics in order to absolve themselves of "thought crimes" so that they can feel like they aren’t bad people under the imposition of conservative purity culture.

The terms "cest" and "age" are trigger words now. If those show up in any form, pitchforks come out and roofs get burned. Companies overreact and overcompensate. He said Disney people were watching, so of course he’s gonna say and act in what is deemed an appropriate manner because even companies apparently prefer abusive relationships to ones that have a blood tie even if blood ties are wholesomely depicted.

The age old double standards.

And don’t get me started on bringing up Dipper Goes To Taco Bell. Alex and cast know of that story, they’ve made references to it in a video game and such, immortalized it. They engage with all corners of their fandom, also shown by Jason’s "saving the town" reference on stream.

Another thing, anyone notice how they laughed off the Dipper and Wendy suggestion Jason made, rather than exploded? BECAUSE THEY DON'T CARE IT'S NOT THAT SERIOUS - and most likely turned them down because they know there's more drama about characters being aged up and crap so it wouldn't have mattered if they're adults now, there are people who will always see them as "kids".

Point is - If there was such a strong hate on Alex’s part about the darker side of fiction or taboos he’d do all in his power to make sure they were never mentioned again and be active against them. 

He’s a kind, caring man that obviously likes to just get along with people, but he does put his foot down when he feels something is awful. He’s made political posts about presidents he feels are corrupt and spoken out against social injustice. You honestly think he wouldn’t speak out about those taboo ships in frank language if he thought that they shouldn’t exist and that the people who create for them are awful?

Newsflash, he would. Yes, he’d isolate a sadly small part of his fanbase, but he’s shown time and again he doesn’t care about being liked. He cares about what’s right.

And abusing others over which made up character kisses who, isn’t.

If you’re someone that mislabels proshippers too, to mean "problematic shippers", then as a billford shipper you’re one by definition. And yes, I'm including you AU billford shippers too because there is always some degree of toxicity.

Knock the hate and abuse off. People that go off about why their ship is justified and another isn't are the reason people leave fandoms and leave amazing works often unfinished, even Gen writers and artists.

[munnmolads]

"Who are you?" - Rafayel's Nightly Stroll Theory/Headcanon

My thoughts about Rafayel's jabs about forgetting MC during Nightly stroll and theory on what might have happened before the game events. Spoilers for Nightly Stroll, Under Deepspace main story and Rafayel's story branch.

Recap from Nightly Stroll - Rafayel gets injured and gets into the hospital. He calls MC to visit him in the morning, and she arrives there late at night. Angry at her lateness, Rafayel pretends to forget MC.

Later in the story we learn that this is a jab at MC actually forgetting him. They met much earlier as kids and made a promise to meet again the spot next year.

Only later in the story branch MC gets to know about her forgetting Rafayel.

Something I want to point out with the branch relating to their meeting even if it's slightly off-topic, their meeting happened 14 years ago, so MC was around 7-8 years old, and Rafayel was 10. I believe MC is referring to the experiments that we can read more about "Sealed in Dust" World Underneath story, and her age during those experiments was specified in Under Deepspace Chapter 5-1. MC still doesn't know the full extent to her experiments and doesn't connect yet that those memory losses are related to them.

While Rafayel says that he didn't ACTUALLY wait for her, he still seemed to hope that they would meet again. As if this isn't heartbreaking enough, I have wondered one thing... How he knew MC truly forgot about him?

In main story chapter 2 when they meet "for the first time", he doesn't seem to be surprised about the fact that she doesn't recognize him. He seems like he already knows she has forgotten about him, and keeps up the facade of not knowing who she is. Only after chapter 7 he shows how bitter he is over it.

Then going back to him mentioning "settling a score with her"... While I feel that we might never know what that actually meant, I feel him "forgetting" MC back is one of his ways to get back at her, in a very specific way. In addition to Nightly Stroll, he very momentarily pretends to forget MC again because he's angry with her. If you don't log in for 30 days, you will get a new interaction with the guys in the cafe, he will say this:

(thanks to SORAII for uploading a video of it, I am way too obsessed with this game to do this)

While this moment is shorter than in Nightly Stroll, it has the similar theme: He asks who MC is, and mentions that she looks kind of familar. I don't know about in other languages, but in EN voiceover he also raises his pitch a teeny bit here, and in Nightly stroll it's obviously higher.

Here is where my theory/headcanon comes in; MC has said those words to him. They met again after MC forgot everything, and ironically, has forgotten about it. And he's mocking her for it.

I imagine Rafayel did approach her after finding her - being ecstatic that he finally found her, only to hear those words. It also makes sense considering how convoluded his methods of trying to involve himself into her life have been but still never approach her until the main story starts. Also, considering how bitter he is about it and how he sincerely wanted MC to use the bond to make him not to hold a grudge anymore.

And for her, she thought she just met some guy who mistook her for someone else.

[mintaikk]

"Father & daughter coded!" I pray to God you don't have the kind of relationship with your fathers where you're blushing and kicking your feet when you think of him 💀

Honestly, do what you want in your headcanons and fanfiction. I think them having a father/daughter relationship could be cute, and it could show a softer side to Shadow Milk. Like, when I day all this, I'm not being "RAGGGHHHH, YOURE DUMB FOR THINKING THAT >:((((." This game is for fun, do what you want.

But honestly, in the context of canon, it seems very "Fangirl/Devoted servant and her uninterested master" coded. Her feelings to Shmilk are romantic coded (literally has THREE hearts when she says his name in their interaction and is blushing 💀), but Shadow Milk seems annoyed by them or uninterested or just doesn't even care.

Even in her animation where she's thinking about him, he's rolling his eyes and seems annoyed. He's also pretty dismissive of her in their interaction...

I do feel bad for her, though. She looks to him for approval and she was so excited to tell him, but he doesn't even seem interested or tell her "good job" or anything :(

But, yeah. They remind me of Joker and Harley Quinn, which we already known isn't a healthy dynamic.

Tbh, I think people went the "found family" route because Candy Apple acts and sounds like a child and is confirmed to be in her late teens, and I guess they just didn't want the possibility of an adult whose THOUSANDS of years old and a 17-19 year old girl being romantically involved (which is fine. I tend to avoid those ships like the plague as well). But, just because a kid likes an adult doesn't mean it has to be reciprocated.

It could also be bcuz the game mentions she believes. was created by Shadow Milk Cookie, but I think this is more of in a metaphorical sense. She's really young, and we know that lies and deceit have been around for a lot, LOT longer than she has.

Again, I think it was like a Harley Quinn situation. Harley was created by Joker, as in she was devoted to him and lost her old identity to be his creation. That could very much be the same for Candy Apple Cookie.

Also, that word: BELIEVED. She doesn't know if she actually was created by him.

[asarigg]

About: Part 1

this section is meant to be for topics that I didn't include either because it didn't feel very organic with what was being talked about or... honestly I don't remember. Anyway, I hope these can also bring new ideas for you.

YEARS ALONE

Koujaku received his tattoo around the age of 15, and was at least 23 when he returned to the island, leaving a gap of around eight years that he spent completely alone, dealing with his trauma, without help. We don’t know anything about how he lived since then, what kind of contact he had with the rest of his family, because he says that he lost the contact he had with the rest of his family, when he traveled to Midorijima and the border was closed, not before. In those years he had to learn to cut hair, work on his own and gradually separate himself from his family. I always imagined that Koujaku would be homeschooled, instead of going to a normal school, since he was chosen as the heir. Maybe before that he would go to a regular school with other children. Without having a normal education he probably had to go back to studying as an adult to be able to get his degree. I mention some hcs about this later on too.

SCRAP

Observing the elements that appear in his mind, I’ve always wanted to have a bad ending that would involve the Scrap environment, it’s ideal for horror, can you blame me? When Aoba enters, he’s in a dark room, without furniture or decoration. When he goes to another room it turns out to be exactly the same as the previous one, and so on, countless more rooms until finally the appearance changes. For Koujaku being in that house felt like an endless labyrinth, all the rooms seemed equally oppressive, equally caging, hence why they all look the same. And all the doors have a dragon painted on them, wherever he looked, wherever he went, there was no escape, just another dark room, uninviting, cold, strange, disturbing, hostile, suffocating, all while some hairlike snakes chased him, demonstrating just how engraved the image of Ryuuhou is in his mind, torturing him and keeping him prisoner. The dragon painted on the doors has five claws, meaning it's an imperial dragon. The imperial dragon is supposed to represent the chinese emperor, so other dragons had four or three claws. Japanese dragons have a standard of three claws, and you can see three claws on the dragon that is on Ryuuhou's kimono. Maybe this is just meant to be Ryuuhou seeming like a regular, standard person (with a bunch of skulls around his neck uh), but in Koujaku's mind, he reveals his true form, almighty, powerful, someone way superior to him.

When the next room finally changes its appearance, Aoba finds a teenage Koujaku being tattooed, strands of hair enveloping him in a cocoon in a bed drenched with his own blood. And how ironic that the very tattoo that keeps him trapped and transforms him is made of hair.

Also, don’t you find it curious that Koujaku is reborn from a cocoon giving him a connection with butterflies and that Aoba’s dad told him about those big blue butterflies when he was a kid? Yeah… My butterfly kouao art was canon after all, they're not beating the allegations. The butterfly on the vip card of the club too…

DEVELOPMENT OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP. PATH TO HEALING: part 1

We talked already about Aoba and Koujaku’s relationship, symbolically, already starting long before you even get to their route. Obviously the route is a crisis in their friendship, but the feelings were already emerging long before, so it’s also a "breakup in their romantic relationship". The lack of communication and trust is what makes everything start to fall apart, and given the fact that he leaves with some women right at the beginning, it gives space to the infidelity and jealousy themes. I also have my opinions about this scene, but it’s nothing we haven’t mentioned already and they’re not things unique to them but in the entire game. I think it’s a terrible mistake that all this happens immediately after they walk through the door into PJ. They don’t give you any time to get used to the new environment, when we had Koujaku swearing his loyalty to Aoba and telling him that they would do everything they could to put an end to Toue’s cartoon villain evil plans.

I really think it would have been a good thing if they could wander the streets for a while, making you see that Koujaku is committed to this instead of making him fuck off as soon as he sees a woman, helping with the pace of the story and the feelings you should be having about them. He gives such a carefree image that it feels weird especially coming after the talk he gives to Aoba, it doesn’t feel true to himself.

And yes, it’s true that they leave crumbs, like describing his smile as forced, and that he has a strange expression when he sees the woman with the tattoo, but they are things that could be done later perfectly, and I even think it could work better, because it would leave you more disoriented, which is precisely what you should be thinking at this moment, better than a “okay man whatever”. You don’t even think about these details the first time you read it so the impression is more impactful. I don’t think Koujaku would walk away so soon, even if they ran into the girls as soon as they entered. Ryuuhou ruined his life, as well as his father, it’s not just any family problem, but a snowball of traumas that has been rolling around since his childhood. After years of working on forgetting him and stop seeking revenge, seeing a tattoo probably made by him must have felt like a kick in the balls, like seeing a ghost. He would be surprised and confused, of course, but I don’t know if he would go with them right away. His impulsiveness is important, but as an adult this is more nuanced. It’s not like one of the “provocations” he was responding to before, it’s no direct danger, it’s just a tattoo that might have been made by him, while he also has to keep appearances up next to Aoba. When faced with a personal dilemma he thinks about it a lot more, he hesitates. Maybe he needed time to process all this, to really think about what to do now that his memories are more vivid than ever.

Which btw after Koujaku sees Aoba sleeping in his bed you never see him with women (willingly lol). The ones in the beginning of his route don’t count because that’s for lore reasons :smug face:

Maybe as a result of this, Aoba would notice that his attitude after saying goodbye to those two women has changed, that he seems more quiet and serious, nervous, looking for excuses when Aoba asks him. Maybe later, when they decided to go to rest, instead of going to Glitter with Aoba, he would leave him alone and go see these women after exchanging numbers or something like that. That way, you can feel the role that Koujaku has as Aoba’s friend, and the tension and mystery are built step by step, not throwing it all at once.

Aoba not only gets angry with him when he chooses to go with those women, but rather he gets disappointed, he gets tired. Being in the critical situation they are in, in which they basically have to infiltrate “enemy territory” and overthrow the brainwashing empire of a millionaire bastard, you’d expect him to get angry way more forcefully. Of course we later learn why he does it, but at this moment the only thing that would cross his mind would be to hold it against him, grab his arm and stop him, but none of that happens.

But Aoba’s initial annoyance quickly fades, he seems rather disappointed, sad, especially when he sees them enter a nightclub. Because Koujaku has chosen to go with them instead of staying by his side, leaving him alone. Whenever he goes with these women, Aoba sees him from behind, from a distance. A cold and impersonal posture representative of the distance that is growing between them, as if he was something unattainable for him.

[johns-prince]

1967 is decidedly peak year for Lennon-McCartney as John and Paul were reportedly and observably the closest they ever been. Coming and going together, John always hanging around Paul's house, practically inseparable.

Then somewhere from the end of 1967 to the beginning of 1968, India happens, and just all of a sudden these two are having a falling out? For no real reason? Go on, you can't believe that.

1967, we know John and Paul started taking LSD together. While they were close before, tripping out like this gave them access to getting much closer to each other than before. We know the experience of dissolving into each other through that eye contact thing was described by Paul as both disturbing, but good, and other subsequent trips with John as fantastic because of this new access to each other in ways they hadn't realized was probably possible.

There really isn't much of John talking about these specific trips with Paul, but considering how insistent he had been to take LSD with Paul, and the fact they continued to take it together to the point even Jane was jealous of John getting to experience that with Paul—he was probably over the moon about it. Finally, he gets to experience this much much deeper connection with Paul, melds them into one, their thoughts and feelings becoming singular.

Aside from how much closer John and Paul had gotten, it seems the Beatles at a whole were as close as ever. You have their trip to Greece in the same year, and how there were talks about them buying an island and living on it together.

1967 was really the year for the Beatles, for John and Paul especially.

Still, there's reservations. Paul mentions how you can't come back from the kind of experience he shared with John. You could say that he meant between all them, but that's only because Paul has a habit of including the other two whenever he's uncomfortable with the strong use of “I, me, myself,” in conjugation with John in certain contexts. We were jealous, we loved him, we felt like he was leaving us. Paul only briefly mentions George and Ringo, like a second thought, when describing his first LSD trip with John.

But it was just Paul and John, and I'm sure there were many other subsequent trips that involved solely them.

So they can't go back. Their relationship has changed in a fundamental way that both excites and pleases and disturbs Paul. We can only presume John wasn't as disturbed by it as he was pleased by getting to have this closeness with Paul that no one else would be able to share in. It was all their own.

Paul loved the Lennon-McCartney relationship for everything that it was, but he probably didn't want it to swallow up his whole self/identity (which is normal) Additionally, while I believe Paul is actually pretty straight heterosexual male, I do believe he had this special exception for John—and how can you reconcile that? I don't think Paul had the emotional and mental capacity to quite start to confront the fact there was some romantic/sexual tension between him and John that couldn't just be explained away.

For comparison, Yoko was willing to let her whole identity be swallowed up in the JohnandYoko partnership and relationship that we know today. Because it was technically giving John everything he needed from a partner that would keep him satiated or delusional enough for her to keep him and his connections and finances under her thumb. Even when it inevitably frustrated her that she felt living and thriving off of John's coattails, she made the choice to forgo her individualism and identity for what being with someone like John could give her. There would be no Yoko Ono in the papers and in any relevance without John Lennon.

It was kind of a perfect storm because Yoko and John were both very insecure people, fearful of failure and being a failure and being left behind, whether that be by others or the world.

In another essay I would point out that Yoko got with John because she needed him, needed him to help her complete herself, to transform her into a cultural and artistic icon. I'm not sure she always necessarily wanted him by choice as she needed him as means to an end.

Paul didn't exactly need to be with John as much as he wanted to be John, he wanted to be by John, next to, creating, collaborating, existing with. That's why in a way it was kind of silly for John to fear Paul going off on a solo career after writing yesterday. If Paul wanted to leave John and the others he could've, but he didn't. He wanted to be a Beatle, he wanted to be John's partner, to continue making music together until they were old men. Paul chose to be with John because he wanted to be. Simple as.

Anyway, Paul might have his own complexes and issues but Paul wasn't dealing with the black hole in his chest like John was. He had his insecurities, but Paul never needed to meld his entirety with another to try and make himself complete. Paul was much more secure in himself than John, even if he had to fake it at times, Paul always seemed to know himself better. Paul didn't carry around a self-hatred and lack of self worth like John did.

From an outsiders perspective, I can't fault Paul for not either wanting to be John's everything and anything, and not being able to be that infinite everything and anything for John—because of the time, the place, the sex, all the psychosexual bullshit in between, and because in the end it probably would've devoured them.

I doubt John knew how to deal with it either. John was always prone to extremes, one or the other, you love me fully unconditionally or you don't. What made the whole affair unfair was that he had the hardest time believing anyone could love him fully unconditionally. And Paul did (he still does!) but there's only so much a normal human being with flaws and hangups of his own can take.

By 1968 it seemed like John was hardly in a great state—increasingly abusing substances, feeling completely trapped by his first marriage (no fault of Cynthia, she tried so hard to make it work and make him happy), smothered by expectations, Brian's death (he's cursed y'know, everyone who's ever loved him dies on him), and probably some kind of mental illness brought on by it all—John wouldn't have been in a very stable mindset to really consider or even care too much about any repercussions about leaving his first wife and child to then go gallivanting as a free man, with his best male friend, collaborator, and partner.

But Paul, steadfast, moderate and conservative, not yet completely in the mental anguish shitter like John is, would be conscious enough of these consequences, what it could mean for the band, for them. These things mattered. And maybe John's a special case but Paul's not gay so how could it work to begin with? If he can't make any justifications for it or excuses (maybe if I had been a girl I could have...) then it just can't be done.

Yeah we love each other yeah we want to be in each others pockets till the day we croak, we feel like we NEED each other like air in lungs (yeah we might've fucked) but there's nothing to do about it so we just need to go on like usual and keep it at that.

Because it worked fine before, the way we were dealing with it. Why try to fix something that isn't broken?

But it was broken.

John wanted more but Paul couldn't give it to him. Paul has a right to how he feels, we can never say exactly what, and he wasn't in any wrong in denying or rejecting John if that's what happened.

But, I've always believed too that Paul always had an unrealistic expectation of his own relationship with John.

Because it's just not fair to expect John to keep on going on like everything is normal and his relationship with Paul and all the feelings and wants that entails are normal.

Not holding similar feelings for a friend is just as valid as holding deeper feelings for a friend and finding you can't stay friends due to not being able to go back on these feelings.

But why couldn't Paul have John, and Linda, and a big family, and John. Why can't he have his cake and eat it to. Why couldn't John have his relationship with Yoko and still have his partnership with Paul.

Because they aren't normal best friends that's why. Their partnership wasn't normal. Even Paul admits to it. Paul had to “make way” for Yoko because in a sense he was John's first girlfriend. Of course Yoko couldn't be secure in her marriage with John if Paul was still in the picture. Even if Paul doesn't understand the depth of meaning behind this because he's preposterous doesn't make it any less obvious. And don't think for a second John would've made it any easier for Linda, and like hell Linda would've put up with it.

So, John was “if we can't be lovers we can never be friends,” and Paul was, “I'll have my cake and I'll eat it to.”

I'm not trying to paint anyone as a villain in this. Both sides are understandable, both sides don't actually want to lose the other, both sides love each other, they just have different perspectives and feelings on the matter.

It's whether these differences can be reconciled and reasonable compromises can be made.

But we're talking about John and Paul and as we know, these differences were not reconciled and they were not reasonable men to be making reasonable compromises. Also they were two men.

John wanted all or nothing. Paul couldn't give all, because it's unrealistic and because Paul probably already thought he was giving John as much of him as he could reasonably give. But it wasn't enough.

If they could have kept each other and their relationship as it was despite getting married, I do believe Paul would have had no problem keeping Linda and his kids in one box, and his special little relationship with John in another box. They were able to do it before with John's marriage to Cynthia, why couldn't the same apply?

We know why. Cynthia was never a real, genuine threat to Paul and the Beatles (but mainly Paul) in the end, John always chose to go off the other boys, to go stay nights over at Paul's home instead of staying home with his wife and kid. She simply didn't interfere.

The many girls Paul screwed around with, while certainly put John on edge, and he hardly liked or got along with any, weren't anything too serious and at that time John was willing to put up with it or he hadn't the capacity to really evaluate his life as it was and his relationship and feelings towards Paul.

But Linda was a genuine threat. She wasn't going away. Paul loved her, she could give him everything. And what could that mean for John, especially if he had been making his feelings known, he was pushing for something deeper, definitive, with Paul? How could John stand a chance.

Yoko was nothing like Cynthia. How John treated her and their relationship was nothing like his last marriage. Paul was no longer the sun in John's universe, it was Yoko, and for once Paul was actually put on edge, similar to that of Stu, if not worse. She was his wife, his partner, a woman, a girl. Since Paul wasn't a girl then what chance did he have to put a stop to it, what right did he have to say anything?

John starting it by bringing Yoko into their sessions as if to make a point. Maybe Paul got the point of he didn't not entirely but maybe he was tired and can't Paul McCartney get a little tired of these games when he's hopped skipped jumped and crawled to try and prove to John each time that yes I love, yes I won't leave you willingly, yes I'll put up with you because I love you and you love me right? We're in this together for the long haul.

Can't go back to compartmentalizing relationships outside of Lennon-McCartney, and it seemed their relationship couldn't remain as it were with wives and children between them. Things were different now, they were different. John and Paul had grown, and while their past comments about sticking together as partners even after the Beatles go bust, even in their old age, is cutesy and sweet and coming from young boys who really didn't know any better but knew they loved each other and loved creating together—what's to become of them now that Pandora's box had been opened.

It's all led up to the point when things begin to breakdown, the band starts to pull apart, relations splinter, and John starts bringing up divorce, divorce from the Beatles, divorce from Paul.

The details we won't be privy to, we can only speculate and theorize and piece the puzzle pieces. But it's such a short time frame for such a massive change from John and Paul's relationship in 1967—almost always found together, John at Paul's home, John and Paul arriving together to the studio, taking walks, dissolving into each other—to how they treated and behaved toward each other in 1968, especially after India.

Without proper communication, without making the effort to confront the reality of what they were to each other and what that might mean, plus the drugs and the alcohol, I'm not surprised these unexplained feelings between them began festering.

I've lost the plot somewhere halfway in the post. But something happened.

The final straw was probably in India. But before India, the tension must have been building, like the calm before a storm. Taking LSD together changed the way they saw their relationship, or maybe simply gave them a more honest approach to it, a much less inhibited understanding of what they meant to each other. It scared Paul, or worried him, but he still liked it, which might've been just as worrisome. John was probably thrilled about it, loved experiencing it with Paul, and it might have enlightened him further on what he actually wants. Though drugs should never be trusted. Then Brian died. The Beatles were shattered with grief. John was beginning to spiral. And then it was 1968, and in February the boys went to India. Everything changed significantly there. John and Paul spent a lot of time alone in one room. They were seen together a lot. John often gazing. Something happened. Something happened and we don't know what but it did. Sex? Maybe, maybe not. A confession? Maybe, maybe not. They come back, worse than for better. John works tirelessly to break Paul's heart and drive him to some sort of reaction. To fight, to stay. Love me love me. Paul couldn't or wouldn't because "if I had been a girl then maybe I could have..." but he wasn't so he they had to make way for Yoko. Paul loves Linda, John loves Yoko. They get married a week apart. John and Paul divorce the Beatles breakup. John really didn't actually ever love Paul and they didn't grow up in the same bed or write eyeball-to-eyeball and hey did you know he loved Yoko because she reminds him of a bloke in drag? She's me in drag. John actually manages to instill some of that insecurity and fear in Paul—about his talent, about who he is on his own, whether or not John ever loved actually him. They fight nasty like bitter exes. Paul is the first to lay down the arms with Dear Friend. John responds with Jealous Guy. They're on and off. Paul continues to try to make the effort to connect with John again, despite John and despite Yoko. The lost weekend happens, a total mystery in itself. Calls are missed and time still passes. John comes to the inevitable conclusion that he still loves Paul no matter how hard he tries to not love him, that he can't escape. John backtracks a lot. They start talking again. They occasionally see each other. They rent a studio to use after the new year in 1981. John is suddenly killed in December of 1980. Paul keeps John's name and legacy alive for years and years and years. Paul reminisces about their shared past like a widower. Their relationship will be compared to a marriage, a love affair like that of Spencer Tracy and Katherine Hepburn, and even soulmates. They are only ever known as brothers, collaborators, and friends.

The greatest songwriting duo that ever was. The lovers that never were.

[megamindsupremacy]

-A monthish later, Annabeth goes to visit Percy for the day. Percy mentioned it in passing to his mom, assuming she would like, tell Paul or maybe make more food in preparation for Annabeth's arrival

-What neither Annabeth or Percy anticipated was Sally texting her new friend Literal Bruce Wayne to tell him, hey, your kid is coming over to my apartment at Date and Time so get your emotionally constipated butt over here and talk to her

-Annabeth and Percy walk in to find Sally, Paul, and Bruce sitting in the living room.

-Imagine if you will, Annabeth walks in, sees Bruce, makes a noise that can be described as "panicked" or possibly "deflating balloon-esque", and backpedals out the door before Percy even makes it inside

-They have a Brief Whispered Conversation where Percy says he didn't know this was a setup but he thinks Annabeth should talk to her dad and Annabeth panics because she already had a twenty-step plan laid out to approach Bruce at some point next year and she was NOT ready for this, oh gods this is going to go so badly.

-Annabeth walks in and Sally drags Paul and Percy out of the building for a bit to give them some space.

-Emotional things happen. It's emotional. There's some yelling involved. At one point Annabeth excuses herself to panic some more in Percy's room, and she calls Frederick, who isn't technically her dad but is nonetheless the most emotionally stable male adult in her life besides a talking horse. Frederick is a bit unprepared to deal with this but talks her through some of it, and Annabeth goes back out to have more emotions with Bruce.

-Some two hours later Sally, Paul, and Percy come back to see Annabeth and Bruce having a Normal and Not Overwhelmingly Emotional conversation about what they've both been doing for the past, oh, decade or so

-Sally internally breathes a sigh of relief because honestly she didn't know if this was going to turn out well. Percy externally asks Annabeth if she's doing alright now and her genuine answer is that she is, she's glad to finally have reconnected with Bruce

-Over the next month or two, Annabeth and Bruce meet over and over. Sometimes to do something in the city like look at architecture or eat, sometimes just to talk. It's always Bruce coming to New York, and only ever Bruce. Annabeth isn't comfortable going to Gotham and meeting her siblings yet.

-Which sucks for her because :) suddenly Percy has disappeared and she is losing her MIND. Annabeth spends the first week tracking down as many leads as possible and also dealing with these three new campers throwing CHB into an uproar. Apparently something about a camp of Roman demigods? She takes three seconds to bond with Piper about being the daughter of a famous rich guy who didn't want her dad's fame, just his love, before turning right back around and going out to look for Percy even more

-It takes another week before she appears at the steps of Wayne Manor, demanding to talk to Bruce. Given that 2/3rds of the inhabitants don't recognize or know her at all, this is a cause for concern. The sudden waterworks that break out when Dick sees her and they start hugging is even MORE of a cause for concern.

-Annabeth allows herself to be dragged into an Emergency Family meeting but she is genuinely too wired about finding Percy to have half of the emotions she should be having about meeting all of these people at once. Just to run it down, we have:

-Bruce (has reunited with her, didn't tell anyone else he'd found Annabeth or even that she was definitively alive, is suddenly getting Yelled At by Dick)

-Dick (having a lot of emotions about his baby sister who is suddenly a battle-scarred teenager who seems to be happy to see him but mostly just wants to get this conversation back on track about finding her missing boyfriend)

-Jason (having even more emotions and is handling them badly by being uncharacteristically quiet before starting a characteristically explosive argument with Bruce)

-Tim (only vaguely knows about Bruce's daughter Anne Elizabeth, vaguely knew Bruce was looking for her, is the most suspicious about her sudden appearance and the stuff she's telling them about gods and monsters)

-Cass (not fully following what's happening, having never been told about Anne Elizabeth, but most tuned into Tim and Jason's respective crises)

-Damian (has been in the manor for like, a month, has not gotten over the majority of his assassin instincts, perceives Annabeth as the biological threat to mirror Tim's title threat, fucking goes at her with a knife and is wildly unprepared for her to parry and then pin him within four moves)

-So that's a wildly chaotic introduction slash first meeting, everyone is having a time of it, Annabeth is seriously not at all focused on heartwarming family reunions, she really just needs Bruce's help + resources to track down Percy. She thinks Damian is kinda funny and says she can help him with his knifework if she ever has free time, she tells Bruce to tell her as soon as he finds a hint of Percy, and whirlwinds right back out of the Manor before anyone can react again

-pause. cue the yelling.

Has anyone else been insane about the Annabeth Chase Is Bruce Wayne's Daughter AU? Does anyone else even know about it? Hello? Is anyone out there? Hello?

[buubonita]

I generally have no problem if a writer wants to write Nightmare as someone who cares about others. Its okay. You should write for yourself, and its up to others if they like it or not.

But I'd rather see Nightmare struggle with his own nature in the process. Learning to be better must be a difficult path for him, and I've said before that his "wanting" would not be healthy because of what Nightmare embodies. He can't help but hurt others in his loving ways. And that's much more entertaining to read. How the others react to this attempt and how this could change their dynamic? Would this draw them all closer to each other? I'd dying to see it!

My problem with canon Nightmare is that while the concept is amazing, the execution is not of my liking, the creator said Nightmare is not a person like Dream, he is a THING that acts by nature.

And i have this in mind all the time because you can yet make him move and act conditioned by his nature and do a lot of more of the character by just being "oooh ohh he is so mean!!" Give him an identity to start with maybe? Give him motivations besides his survive? Yeah.

[wonder-worker]

Wild how we know that Elizabeth Woodville was officially appointed to royal councils in her own right during her husband’s reign and fortified the Tower of London in preparation of a siege while 8-months pregnant and had forces gathering at Westminster “in the queen’s name” in 1483 – only for NONE of these things to be even included, let alone explored, in the vast majority of scholarship and historical novels involving her.

[possamble]

What are your headcanons about Marcille's mom if you have any? It's interesting that what drew Donato to her was cause she lived the history he studied, or that was said somewhere at least. She must've had an interesting life.

so this was going to be just a normal answer but then I realized I have a Lot of Things To Say. so here goes, a compilation of what we know for a fact from the canon, what I've extrapolated from the visual cues and details, and my theories based on all of that.

Things we know for a fact about Marcille's mother because they were explicitly stated in the manga and supplemental materials:

She was a court mage for a Tall-man kingdom at the southern part of the Northern Continent

Donato, a court historian, fell in love with her because she had lived through the history he was studying, and he courted her for 17 years (age 15 to 32) before getting married

She was a cheerful person who rarely showed extreme emotion and took things as they came

She always cooked a huge meal for Marcille on her birthdays

She remarried a gnome after Donato's death and a short distance away from Marcille's childhood home

Pipi, Marcille's pet bird, was actually older than Marcille and originally belonged to her mother (bird died at 62)

She was extremely heartbroken when Donato died and ultimately ended up instilling a deep fear of mortality in Marcille with her words

the only time she showed extreme emotion in front of her family was when Donato could no longer eat his favourite dish near the end of his life.

She scolded Marcille for being cruel to ants (implying she can have a stern side when needed)

Things that are explicitly shown but mostly through visual cues

She has a very distinctive style of dress always involving a ribbon choker (mirroring Marcille's habit of always wearing a matching choker with any of her outfits that don't cover her neck)

She was almost stereotypically good at housekeeping and traditionally "wifely" things (very frequently depicted wearing an apron or doing some domestic chore when not at work, seems to have been an avid cook).

She knits? (also, note the affectionate smile as she's looking at Donato and Marcille reading a book together in the full panel)

She was as excited for Marcille's milestones as Donato was.

She didn't tell Marcille much about elven food

(there are a couple things that this panel in particular implies:

She lived a good deal of her life (if not being born and raised) in a mainly elven country in the West, implied by her knowing enough of an elven region's cuisine to prefer Tall-man food over it

seems to have a pretty carefree and casual demeanour overall, if this is how she replied to Marcille asking her about it (sounds like she never gave her culinary preferences that much thought to begin with)

slightly related to number 2, it seems like she and Marcille had a fairly casual parent-child dynamic (especially in comparison to the Toudens' memory of their father)

(local elf tastes Italian food once and never goes back))

However, she seems a lot more... serious in most of the other times we see her? Almost like the very stereotypical archetype of a graceful elf.

Subsequent conclusions about her personality:

Usually pretty carefree and cheerful at home, has been a loving and attentive parent throughout Marcille's childhood (while not being so doting that she didn't discipline Marcille).

Slightly more conjectural theories on her personality:

Had a much more graceful and professional personality at work, which would explain the more serious portraits we see of her.

Given that both she and Donato had positions at the royal court, it seems a little odd that she'd go out of her way to do all the housework herself, so maybe she just enjoyed doing it?

Now taping all the evidence together and toeing the line between analysis and fanfiction:

It's clear that she loved Donato very much and was utterly devastated by losing him. But there's one thing that really stuck out to me in what little we see of her:

Doesn't she seem... angry? The way she's gritting her teeth, clutching the tablecloth, and how this is the first and only time we see her eyes opened that wide. In the following panel, you see her being quiet and dejected after her initial outburst. She's still crying very intensely, but her brows are furrowed, and she's not really responding to Donato's affection in her body language.

We're not told the details of how she felt about losing Donato other than that it upset her. But this, to me, implies that she was angry and resented that he was aging, that the end of his life was approaching. An "it's not fair" type of preemptive grief. And if this was the first and last time she cried like this in front of her family, she was either very good at coping in private... or very bad at letting herself feel unpleasant emotions until they become unavoidable and end up overwhelming her.

It's not too remarkable a detail on the surface. It's even reminiscent of what the audience has seen of Marcille. But... when it comes to the big picture, you'd think an elf who voluntarily chose to marry a tall-man and have a half-elf child would have been better prepared for this.

It kind of recontextualizes her cheerfulness to me.

"I'm sure everything's gonna be okay!" (or some variation thereof, depending on what translation you have).

And this is stated to contrast her extreme grief when finally confronting Donato's failing body and eventual death. But I'm wondering if... maybe this optimism was why she was so upset. What if she went into all of it thinking "everything's gonna be okay"? What if she was a little young by elven standards, and just followed her heart thinking that her own resilience would get her through anything?

Of course, only to get completely overwhelmed when she actually loses Donato. She turns into a completely different person. And that's heartbreaking on its own-- but what the audience sees is the effect it had on Marcille. Can you imagine being her, watching your invincible and upbeat mother suddenly lose all the light in her eyes in one go?

I've already made a huge post about how I think Marcille models her "work persona" off her mother, but another thing that stuck with me as I was looking for more details in the manga was this:

copy pasting from the other post i made about it lmao it's like... the second she resigns herself to lifelong pain and terror, there's another portrait of her mother facing her like this. with their heads bowed, in mirrored body language of resignation and despair and sorrow. Except it's posed like Marcille is still looking at her mother but her mother is looking away.

It took me a second to realize, but I think that it's a visual metaphor for the fact that Marcille's mother was the only long-lived role model she had-- and she failed to model healthy grief for her daughter. I don't say this as an accusation or to disparage her as a character, but just as a matter of fact. In her, Marcille was seeing herself older and losing a short-lived spouse or loved one of her own, and all she saw was hopelessness.

But her mother didn't mean to instill hopelessness and terror in her. She wasn't really thinking of how it would truly affect Marcille at all (at least, that's how I'm interpreting her looking down and away from Marcille in the metaphor), she was just sad. And she, in her own way, was trying to protect her daughter and help her prepare for future losses.

What she meant was "loss is inevitable, and you have to learn how to be in pain but live on anyway." What Marcille heard was "loss is inevitable, and you will be scared and hurt for the rest of your life."

Again. Marcille's mother doesn't feature explicitly in the story the way her father does -- but in so many ways, her shadow, her silhouette, her reflection is always hanging over Marcille.

All that to say... headcanon-wise (everything from here on is 100% without evidence lmao), I'd like to think that she matured and realized that she failed Marcille. I imagine her being regretful about it, wanting a chance to fix it but never finding a way to insert herself back into Marcille's life when Marcille is so so so busy becoming the most accomplished mage possible. I imagine her being herself again, now, so many years after her loss and after remarrying -- but with her cheerfulness tempered with a lot more wisdom and the pain of having gone through loss like that. I think the second Marcille actually tells her what happened in the dungeon, she'd want to go running to her daughter again -- if Marcille tells her the full truth instead of just being embarrassed she let things get that far. (oh, the tragedy of her wanting to be more like her mother and an accomplished adult who doesn't need to be babied... being embarrassed to actually tell her mother how much she fucked up...)

There's also the tension of her having remarried -- I know that there's at least a little bit of resentment that Marcille harbours about that, because she's childish like that at heart even if she makes an effort not to externalize it. I think that her mother would be aware of that, potentially adding to her sense of guilt and apprehension at trying to reappear/intrude on Marcille's life. I honestly don't think Marcille has met her stepfather -- or even considers him a stepfather rather than "mama's new husband" and kind of a total stranger. I think she and her mother actively don't talk about it in their correspondence, like an elephant in the room.

but, ultimately, I think her mother is on her side no matter what. Ancient magic? Dark necromancy? Sure, she'll feel guilty and like she was partially responsible for setting Marcille down such a painful path, but she wouldn't care. that's her daughter!! she would've moved back west and been petitioning for her at the court, buying a house right next to the Canaries barracks and visiting her every day that she wasn't on a mission. And if her husband had opinions on Marcille becoming a "dark arts user," he either gets over it or it's divorce with him. Yes, she might have had her optimism completely humbled by losing Donato like that -- but she's still headstrong and self-assured and she doesn't care what people think of her. It's her way or the highway and she's always going to be in Marcille's corner.

(She also needs a name lol. I went with Juno, just to be cute about "Marcille"s closest real life equivalent being Marcella, which is the female version of Marcellus, which in turn is a diminutive of Marcus, which was derived from Mars. Absolutely in love with Marcille potentially being named after Ares/Mars the fucking god of war btw)

[occasionalincorrectquotes]

The experiment thing sounds a little weird at first. The Moriarty family is a family of crime, not science experiments. But thinking about it... They did want to capture that pathologist during the auberge arc, and a pathologist studies disease, say something like what Ron has right now.

Maybe Toto was somehow involved with the Moriarty family at a super young age. The Moriarty family is the kind of family to see if they can spread their genetics wider from their blood relatives, see if they can implant their genes into other people entirely unrelated to them, to make more criminals. They grabbed Toto from a young age as a test subject, along with a few more I'd guess.

I don't expect Toto as a kid to want revenge either, he would want to save the other people who are with him, so Alice could easily get him to help her by pulling on his heart strings. Just like Ron, maybe Toto forgot about it from trauma, or maybe he was too young to remember, he even mentions that he "doesn't remember anything at that age" when Ron is trying to recreate his memories from the age of 6, which is normal honestly but this is a DETECTIVE manga you can't leave any clues out.

With how the family is, I don't think they'd treat their test subjects with respect at all, gave them aliases and just called it a day. Toto could absolutely have been Max, if you considered that they stole him away from his actual family and didn't care what his real name is. Maybe Elliot was kind enough to take care of the children they were testing on, and let them play with his own kid, and since kids just go with whatever Adults say, Toto just accepted his new name for a bit.

I do think that they messed with Ron ever since as a kid, it would be hard to make an "illness" on the spot with someone who's genetic code you don't know, the body is HIGHLY equipped to deal with pathogens whether it's encountered them before or not, if they weren't smart about it, Ron's body could've easily solved the illness and take it out in just a few weeks, so maybe they've been planning this since Ron was born. They took some blood and found all the pathologists and geneticists in the world to engineer the exact illness they wanted, something that the immune system can't fight against, and all Sachi had to do was implant it exactly where it needed to go.

Maybe the Moriarty family gave up (or someone forced a halt to their experiments) after a while, and just dropped their victims off anywhere they felt like. Maybe Toto's grandmother isn't actually related to him, she found him on the street and took him in, gave him a local's name and called him her grandson. Because grandma doesn't have shred of information about who Toto is, she has no idea how old he is at all, and Toto was never told of something like his age, so he wouldn't have any idea either. That's why we (and everyone around him) can only estimate his age is 20s. I'd also like to assume that to protect her dear Toto from anymore sadness she just said that his parents were busy overseas working super hard for him, he just never thought about it.

Putting out my Toto conspiracy theory because this is such an insane level of blatant withholding there’s no way there’s not more to him-

Okay so some other people have noticed that we have almost no information in Toto other than some very thin slices he’s provided and what Ron has deduced.

So here’s my theory:

The facts:

Toto is suspiciously bad at a job that he should not have otherwise been given without qualifying for it.

He almost never talks about himself or his past

Ron deducted that he must have grown up in a refined environment and was spoiled

He grew up with his grandparents

His age is constantly censored or left out of identifying documents and promo material related to the manga and anime, including the chapters in which they celebrated his birthday

He acts as a coil, constantly providing Ron with motivation and opening up his ability to move on or investigate when he would otherwise have looked something over or not been able to proceed

Which all seems far too convenient when we look at the broader scope of things.

So I have two theories here actually and this does contain spoilers for the most recent chapters so proceed with caution-

Toto is working for Alice specifically and before you get all puffy about it HEAR ME OUT:

if not for Toto, Ron wouldn’t have started investigating again, which would would have never lead to him confronting Elliot, ultimately leading to his downfall- something that also never would have happened without Toto being present and injured at the time.

Ron only knows what Toto has given him: very obvious clues that tell a story so he doesn’t have to.

Alice also has a lot of candid photos of Ron, which could have only been taken by someone close to him.

Now mind you I hate this theory personally. Toto to me is a ball of genuine fluff and must be protected at all costs but he’s just too convenient.

Which leads me to my second theory, which has started forming within the last few chapter releases (somewhere around 150-153)

Toto is working for Ron’s mother.

Mainly spurred on by the fact that in both correspondences she has sent to Ron, she has singled out Toto specifically. Now this could be just a mom worrying for the safety of her child’s only close friend but it seems odd.

“I’m glad you get along so well with Isshiki-san but you can’t keep selfishly dragging him along”

Okay fair, she’s smart, she knows what’s going on is life or death and that Toto always gets pulled into these things

BUT THEN she sends Kiku over with a message to “Give Totomaru her best” without giving Ron anything else and I’m not going to lie guys my theory is now leaning more heavily into the Toto is working for Alice territory because this seems like

A) she was trying to encourage Ron to leave Toto out of things which means she may know he’s connected in some way

B) a threat not a well wish, “I know what you’re doing and good luck with that”

And I hope to all deities and non-deities that exist that this is just my crazy conspiracy theory board and that Toto is just baby okay? But I can’t help but to wonder…

[feroluce]

Lucid Dreamer (2/2)

part 1

Gepard stalls almost a week before he finally goes out to the safehouse, and it takes him a couple days to find it because Sampo didn't have the time left to be wasn't super specific about the location. But he does find it.

It's pretty bare bones, really. Gepard knows that was probably to be expected, but… It feels crushing, when he realizes there are so few personal things here. It's nothing specific to Sampo. Just some food, some medical supplies. A cot and a heater and a lot of mismatched blankets. Nothing to remember someone by.

But he does find the letters, in a metal box stashed away under the bed.

There are two for him. Three for Natasha, and two for Seele. One for Hook, one for Serval, one for Pela, one for Bronya.

Bronya's is mostly business. They knew each other from the whole Stellaron incident, but not much beyond that, and the incoming catastrophe is a more pressing matter. Seele's is actually two copies of the same letter, and Gepard realizes why when Seele is so angry she rips the first one up without reading it. He gives her the copy a couple days later, and she slinks off without a word.

Pela seems completely normal after hers is delivered, but Gepard knows better than to trust that. The next day, he finds her asleep in bed with Serval, bottles abandoned on the floor, both their eye makeup smeared and running and Pela's glasses horribly smudged and crooked on her face. Serval doesn't read hers in front of him, but she's clingy with Gepard, Pela, and Lynx for quite a while after. She throws herself into her work a lot. She insists the heater from the safehouse is busted and she needs to keep it. It's too dangerous for use by someone who's not an engineer. Might burn their house down or something. Gepard doesn't argue.

Hook's letter is short, with easy to read words. The rest of it is actually a treasure map, and she and the moles spend the next several days running through the Underground, finding hidden candy and toys. Hook asks them when Sampo is coming back, because one of the marbles she found from his map looks green, just like his eyes, and she wants to give it to him. Natasha shoos Gepard out of the clinic before he can even begin to think of an answer.

Natasha refuses to let him see what's in her letters, which ok, fine, he'll respect that. He hears from Bronya who heard from Seele who heard from Natasha herself though that one of the letters was a map and the other a catalogue, with all of Sampo's hidden "warehouses." Gepard promptly marches himself back out to the frontlines, where he can turn a blind eye. If a ton of stolen goods suddenly enters the black market, and if the orphanage and the clinic suddenly have new supplies, well, technically that's none of his business.

Gepard goes to bed, curls up under mismatched blankets and closes his eyes.

He doesn't dream.

One of Gepard's letters was also business, like Bronya's and Natasha's. He and Bronya follow everything meticulously, down to the letter, because there has to be some good to get out of all this, there has to be. Gepard can't let it all be for nothing, it would bury him.

And so the catastrophe passes. Not without casualties, and not without a lot of damage and destruction. But Belobog survives.

And after that, time just kind of…goes on. Gepard has been a part of the Silvermanes since he was old enough to enlist. The Fragmentum had gotten so much worse in the years before Welt sealed the Stellaron. He knows the statistics, it is literally his and Pela's jobs to keep track. He knows when he sees a face everyday in the camps and then it's suddenly gone. He's not unfamiliar with things like grief and loss.

He still catches himself checking the trashcans and the supply crates and soldiers' footprints sometimes, though.

But there comes a night where Gepard goes to bed, holding the mismatched blankets to his face, and he dreams. And it's strange, it's off, it sticks with him. Sampo doesn't look the same. He's thinner. His muscles have atrophied. He looks like how Gepard has seen soldiers after months in the hospital.

The most unsettling difference is there's a scar across the left side of his head, Gepard can see it over his ear, peeking out past his hairline, carving towards his cheek. Sampo is always careful about his face. Gepard once saw him dodge a Fragmentum monster and literally let it cut across his neck just to keep his face clear. He wouldn't let that happen for nothing.

Their actions in the dream itself aren't new. Sampo seems tired, run down and worn out, but he announces his presence with aplomb by lobbing a bunch of smoke bombs off the rooftops and sending his soldiers scrambling. Same shit, different day.

The new part is what he says when Gepard chases him out to the edges of the camp, tackles him into the snow. Gepard pins him to the frozen ground to detain him and Sampo doesn't even fight it, just looks up at him like he's seeing sunrise for the first time in months.

"I'll be home in one week."

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

More Pokémon Horizons Episode 25 spoilers under the cut!

As much as I laughed from how this played out like an unintentionally comedic moment---can I mention how much this actually does to separate Amethio from the rest of the Explorers; how he's actually honorable and respects Friede as a rival of sorts?

The rest of the Explorers tend to use underhanded tricks to get what they want (Spinel brainwashing Liko and attempting to wipe her memory, Onyx and Sango trying to overwhelm the others against direct orders whilst causing the destruction of everything else around them), but Amethio has been unique in how he's regarded as 'by the books' (by Friede) and constantly tries to be on equal footing with his opponent- even if it means putting himself at the disadvantage when he has more resources to utilize.

He could've very easily overwhelmed Friede by having both of his mons attack at once (given how Captain Pikachu hadn't arrived yet)---and yet he- doesn't. Which is just so interesting to me as he's meant to have a similar goal as the rest of the Explorers (which is to retrieve the pendant/Terapagos by any means necessary).

So in this case, was it really a matter of defeating Friede so that he could easily confront Liko afterwards,,, or,,,,, was he trying to prove himself somehow? 👀✨✨✨