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moremaybank · 5 months ago

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PROMISE ME , rafe cameron

── KINKTOBER: THIGH RIDING

"you stay with me, 'cause nobody fuck you better." — kiana ledé, promise me.

rafe cameron x bsf!reader

(18+) thigh riding, dirty talk, slight nipple play

cheating on your boyfriend is so wrong, but rafe makes it feel so right

KINKTOBER , OBX MASTERLIST

"back already, huh? thought i gave it to you good this morning?"

you shoved his tall figure backward, watching hims tumble back a few steps closer to the foot of his bed. "shut up. take your clothes off."

you pulled your shirt up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor without a second thought. you were halway through tugging your shorts down when you noticed that rafe hadn't moved a muscle. he was just standing there with that stupid, obnoxious smirk he wore all the damn time. his buff arms were crossed over his chest, and his tongue poked out to wet his lips.

you arched a brow, halting your movements. "what?"

"no. please?" he took a step closer to you. "like, 'm i jus a sex doll to you or somethin'? or...wait, wait— lemme guess. he's small. he can't hit that spot that makes you go all dumb, huh? s’okay, princess. you can tell me."

classic. always so desperate to bring up your boyfriend when you were clearly in search of what he couldn't give you. what he knew he could give you. maybe he just liked the reminder that you still needed him. no, he definitely liked it.

"just take your clothes off, rafe."

all he could do was let out a chuckle, shaking his head in exasperation as he shrugged his shirt off. he let you shove at his chest again, willingly falling back onto his bed. he rose up onto his elbows, watching you climb on top of him and settle in a straddle in his lap. you reached for his belt buckle, nimble fingers working at it swfitly to free his cock.

"you should've taken this shit off," you complained, yanking down his zipper extra harshly to to show your annoyance.

"think you're gettin' too brave wi'me."

"then do something about it instead of talking my damn ear off."

his hand gripped your throat, tightening and cutting off your air supply just slightly as he drew you closer to his face. "watch it, a'ight? you want somethin' from me, then you gotta goddamn ask for it. nicely. you don't jus' storm in here 'n start makin' demands." his warm breath fanned over your cupid's bow when he spoke, and his eyes didn't leave yours. "what'd i teach you, huh? what d'you need?"

he knew what you needed. why else would you have driven yourself over to tannyhill in the middle of the night? and why else would your heated cunt be throbbing in his lap?

if he had to guess, he'd say you were already wet.

needy girl.

he also knew that when he put his foot down, you'd immediately fall into line because that's how bad he'd gotten you hooked. you could throw your little tantrums all you wanted, 'casue in the end, you'd still end up following his every word and instruction just to hear a simple good girl fall from his lips.

"need your cock, daddy."

he tilted his head expectantly, clearly not satisfied. "you forgettin' somethin'?"

your shoulders sagged. "please, daddy? been thinkin' about you all day. need you." you hated how quickly the words flew out of your mouth. but still, you sulked at him, knowing it would earn you some brownie points. rafe had always had a thing for that innocent look you reserved only for him.

rafe thumbed at your lower lip. "see? was that so hard?" his hand released your throat, and trailed down your sternum. his fingers dipped behind the middle part of your bra, and he pulled at it. "y'wanna take this off f'me?"

you nodded, your hands reaching behind your back in an instant to unhook your bra. you let it fall to the floor, before turning back to rafe. his hands slid up your body until he was cupping your breasts in both hands. his warmth elicited goosebumps all over your flesh, and you shivered. your nipples perked up underneath his touch and he was quick to start rolling them between his fingers.

you released a sigh of relief, feeling like your world has snapped back into focus now that he was touching you. your hands found his shoulders, and you held onto them as a reminder that he was really there.

rafe's heated touch travelled down to the top of your panties, letting his hand cup your pussy over the flimsy lace of your underwear. his blue eyes peered up at yours. "you fuck him today, doll?"

you shook your head desperately, rolling your hips against the heel of his palm pitifully. all you wanted was one taste of pleasure, and yet, he was still being difficult.

as always.

"no? why not? but he didn't wait for your response. instead, he answered his own question for you. "'cause you know i'm better."

you couldn't bring yourself to answer. all you could think about was how close his fingers were getting to your dripping entrance. it was already spasming as it awaited intrusion. but he grabbed a hold of your face, forcing you to open your eyes and obey him.

"say it," he demanded. "say i'm better."

"you're better, daddy."

"fuckin' love it when you call me that, baby. but i can't jus' let you get what you want, can i?" he bit into his lower lip, staring a hole into your perfect mouth. his wide palms curled around your hips, and he eased you onto one of his thighs. he used his hold on you to guide you back and forth against the tough muscle. you faltered slightly at the pressure against your hungry bundle of nerves. "need you to show me how bad you want it."

"but, rafe─"

"shh," he said, placing the pad of your index finger against your lips to shut you up. "want you to cum once before i fuck you."

"what? why?" you questioned, confusion clear on your face. why wasn't he jumping on the chance to fuck you like he usually did?

"'cause i'm tryna remind you that i don't even need to touch you to make you cum."

it was nearly infuriating, the way things like that could just roll off his tongue so naturally. like he didn't know how much they really pricked at your skin and made your heart jackhammer in your chest. now this would go on to haunt you forever ─ the thought that rafe would bring you to such a heavenly release without laying a single finger on you. meanwhile, your boyfriend was doing a lousy job at arousing you.

"so, you gonna be good for me or what?" his fingers tapped at your hipbones as he awaited your reply.

but what else could you do besides follow his every command like he was some sort of god?

you started to move, gyrating your hips against the tough ripples of muscle. you couldn't stop the whimper from falling past your lips when the consistent pleasure thrummed inside you. you could feel rafe's scorching gaze on you, watching every single twitch and quiver in your expressions as you quelled the hunger your cunt felt in his absence.

"my obedient girl," he spoke lowly, lust threading through his voice. "you're so fuckin' good for me. makes me wonder why you even bother with that asshole."

"rafe, don't," you warned. he knew that despite your actions, you constantly carried the guilt of cheating atop your shoulders. you didn't need the reminder, especially when you were so desperate to drown in him, in your escape.

"why not, huh?" he leaned into the crook of your neck, teeth grazing down the length of it until he reached your collarbone. he sucked on it, nipping at the flesh and revelling in the noise that leaves your lips. "'cause that pussy gets wet at the thought of betrayin' him, right?"

"rafe, shut up─"

but then his fingers forced themselves into your mouth, effectively gagging you and leaving you babbling around them. the low drawl in his voice weakened your knees when he spoke, "don't gotta deny it, doll."

he started to bounce his knee in time with your movements, and you cried out as the pleasure spiked, already nearing release due to his filthy mind. "even when you find someone, you come back 'n fuck me. you cum for me." he snickered evilly, "this pussy knows what she wants. stop fightin' her on it."

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fangdokja · 26 days ago

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How to Turn ‘Till Death Do Us Part’ Into a Very Literal Situation.

♡ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Word Count. 1,262

♡ TW. dom + top + older yandere, general non-con + manipulation, suggestive themes, fear play, hints at rough play and sex, forced relationship, BDSM

♡ Yandere! Love Interests who have officially driven you past your limit. Who have ignored every rational warning, every insult, every attempt at reason. Who have pushed you, the most romance-averse, horror-obsessed, emotionally-detached woman alive, into an ultimatum.

♡ Yandere! Love Interests who thought they'd won when you finally turned your attention to them. Who were ready to celebrate, maybe even reward your "acceptance" with something sickly sweet—chains, marriage contracts, a night in their bed. Only to realize that the only thing you've accepted... is that they need to die.

♡ Yandere! Crown Prince who wakes up to find his wine poisoned—a neurotoxin meant to paralyze his lungs while keeping his mind perfectly aware. The slow suffocation, the dawning horror, the perfect revenge you planned so meticulously. And yet—

“Mm, bold of you.” His voice is unshaken, amusement dripping from every syllable as he sits up effortlessly. He lifts the goblet, swirling the poisoned liquid with appreciation. “You really thought I’d fall for this?” He leans close, fingers gripping your jaw. “How adorable.”

Before you can recoil, he crushes his lips to yours. A searing, bruising kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth—

And then he exhales.

Your lungs seize. Your limbs go weak. The world spins as the very poison you crafted seeps into you from his breath alone. He pulls away, watching with satisfaction as you collapse, muscles useless, body unresponsive.

“Poison immunity is a wonderful thing, isn’t it?” he muses, stripping off his gloves. “Now, my dear, let’s make the most of your current state.” He shoves your body onto the bed, languidly unbuckling his belt. “You wanted me helpless. Instead, you’ll be the one at my mercy.” He drags your legs apart, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh of your thighs. “Don’t worry, you’ll feel everything.” His breath fans over your ear, a cruel chuckle following. “You just won’t be able to move.”

———

♡ Yandere! Archduke who wakes up in the middle of the night to the sensation of something cold pressing against his throat. A wire—thin, near-invisible, designed to slice through arteries with just the right amount of tension. You’re behind him, grip steady, eyes glinting with exhaustion and hatred.

He smirks. “Creative. Most would simply try a dagger.” His voice is too steady. Too calm. And that’s when you notice the way his muscles flex, a second too late to react as he twists in place, wrapping the garrote around his own wrist to yank you forward.

He pins you against the bed, hands pressing you down by your wrists. He’s laughing. Actually laughing. “You must really want my attention. Trying to murder me in my sleep? That’s intimacy, my dear.” His fingers brush your pulse, lingering.

“Tell me, did you enjoy the thought of killing me? Did it make you feel powerful?” He leans down, pressing a kiss to your pulse point. “I think it’s adorable.”

“How thrilling,” he purrs, tightening the wire around his own neck for show. “Did you enjoy the thought of watching me choke? How precious.”

“Let me return the favor.” His hands encircle your throat, squeezing—just enough to send panic flooding your veins.

“Feel that?” His lips trail over your jaw, his thumbs pressing, teasing the line between breath and suffocation. “Now imagine if I were inside you while doing this.” He grins as you tremble. “Actually, why imagine? Let’s make it reality.”

———

♡ Yandere! Supreme Mage who wakes up buried alive. A perfect plan—you drugged him, dragged his body to the outskirts of the city, buried him six feet under, and reinforced the soil with spells to block his magic. A masterpiece of calculated death.

Which is why, when he knocks on your window that evening, dirt still clinging to his robes, you want to scream.

"You are fascinating," he muses, stepping into your room as if he owns it. "Not even my enemies have gone to such lengths. Did you calculate the oxygen levels? Did you wait for my heartbeat to slow?"

Your hand twitches.

He catches it before you can throw another spell. His grip is loose, barely restraining you.

“Violent little thing,” he murmurs. His voice is low, smooth, like silk drenched in something lethal. “You should know better than anyone—magic is far more effective when cast with intent.”

His other hand raises. Magic surges through the air, thick with power. Your body locks up. Heat pools in your gut, the aftershock of an aphrodisiac spell pressing against your nerves.

Your glare sharpens to something lethal. “Undo it.”

His gaze darkens, and a small, knowing smile plays on his lips.

“Make me.”

Before you can run, your body locks up—his magic binding you in invisible shackles. He steps behind you, fingers tilting your chin up. “Burying me alive was such an intimate thing to do,” he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. “It’s only fair I return the favor.”

The world shifts. Darkness presses in. You realize, too late, he’s woven a new spell—one where you are trapped, suffocating in soil that isn’t there, feeling the weight of it press against your chest.

“You’ll only be freed when I��m satisfied,” he muses, hands slipping beneath your clothes. “And I do hope you struggle. I’d love to see how deep your desperation runs.”

———

♡ Yandere! Demon King who doesn’t flinch when you drive a dagger straight through his chest. You used everything—enchanted silver, a sacred blade, the heart-piercing technique you read in a forbidden grimoire. It should have worked.

He smiles. "Pet. You wound me."

"That was the point."

His fingers wrap around the hilt, yanking it free without hesitation.

The wound heals instantly.

Blood drips from the blade as he turns it toward you.

“You’re trembling.” His voice is mockingly gentle. “Was this your best attempt?”

You don’t move. He watches you, fascinated, his dark eyes gleaming in the dim candlelight.

Then, slowly, he reaches for you.

You step back. He doesn’t let you. His fingers curl around your wrist, his touch unyielding.

“You’d make a lovely queen,” he whispers. “Such a shame you refuse to kneel.”

He steps closer, his sheer presence making the air thin, his eyes gleaming with something ancient, something terrifyingly patient.

“Let me show you what demons do to naughty little mortals who try to kill them.”

The blade clatters to the ground as he yanks you into his grasp, tearing fabric, exposing flesh. “You wanted me dead?” His voice is a purr against your throat. “Then scream like you’re dying.”

And then he devours you whole.

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tbaluver · 7 months ago

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pairing: sylus x reader

genre/tags: 18+, road head, car sex

a/n: might be ooc again, only thought of this bc of that one call when you reach lvl 38 with him heh (': enjoy!

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"Don't go home and sleep. Drive around the city with me tonight."

You found yourself in his sleek, high end sports car, initially just helping him out by giving him a ride after his meeting with your boss. But as the engine roared to life and the luxury of the vehicle surrounded you, the experience quickly became overwhelming as this was a way different car you've driven before. After just a few minutes of driving him around the city, you decided to switch spots.

As you two chatted in the car, you would glance at boyfriend occasionally. It was no doubt he was attractive. One hand on the steering wheel and one hand placed on your thigh. You couldn't ignore the heat in your lower region so a devilish idea pops up in your head. You were needy and simply couldn't wait to get to either of your homes.

You slowly unbuckled the seatbelt and crawled over to the center console towards Sylus lap and rested your elbow on the armrest of the console. He raised his eyebrow as he glanced at you, "And what do you think you're doing, sweetheart?"

You bit your lip as you reached for his belt, beginning to unbuckle his pants slowly. He gives a breathy chuckle knowing where this was going as he lifts his hips, allowing you do so. You lick your lips in anticipation as his cock sprung free, his tip a crimson red. You fan your breath across his exposed skin before lowering your head towards him.

You hummed before you slowly took him in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as you sunk your mouth down on him. You began to swirl your tongue alongside his shaft as his hand that was on your thigh moves to push your head further down the length of his cock. You continue to swirl your tongue on his length as you feverishly sucked on his cock, moaning as his grip on your hair tightens. He groans, his head falling back slightly as he struggled to keep his eyes on the road as he wants to watch you work.

You vigorously move your head up and down the length of his shaft and each time you do so, the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. Soon you felt his cock begin to twitch in your mouth and you swirl your tongue along his tip, taking all the leftover precum. With a few more strokes of your mouth, he was finished.

He cuts the drive around the city short as he parks in an abandoned parking lot. You crawl into the back seat of his car as he follows you, closing the door behind him. He pulls you to him, making you straddle his lap. He unbuttons your top as he kissed and sucked your neck down to breasts, leaving you gasping and desperate. The windows were fogging up as he gave you on last lick to your nipple and removed any other articles of clothing you were wearing. Two of his fingers spread around your wetness, pressing them into your clit as you whined, raising your hips and guiding him to your entrance.

As you were straddling his lap, his throbbing cock twitches against your core as you he makes you bounce up and down. His usually well-ironed material of his shirts were now crumpled, offering an opening of his sculpted body. You place your hands to his chest, nails raking across his skin.

"Im- ah close" You whimper, thrusting your hips forward. He desperately tries to hang on through the way you walls are clamping down around him. Your chest is heaving until you meet the pure pleasure you were chasing. You continue to move your hips, sliding in and out of his length to fully chase it out. He finishes soon after you, spilling himself into you like the good girl you are because he didn't want any fluids staining the black leather material of his car.

His hands travel up to your spine, rubbing small soothing circles, while he presses his lips to your temple.

"Don't think I'll be so easy on you next time sweetheart. Just wait until we get back home."

#sylus x reader #sylus x you #sylus x y/n #love and deepspace #lads smut #lads x reader #lads x you #sylus smut #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace x you #sylus fic #lads #lads scenarios #love and deepspace scenarios #lads fic #love and deepspace fic

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cntloup · 3 days ago

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18+ MDNI

nanami x fem!reader

housewife kink, breeding

nanami is not a man who would ever disrespect you; on the contrary, he'd always place you on a pedestal and worship the ground you walk on. but that's not to say he'd be opposed to indulging in your fantasies. he'd do anything for you. and that includes bringing your filthiest fantasies to life, anything to keep you satisfied. just tell him what you desire and he'll do the rest.

and that brings you to your current position, bent over on the kitchen counter with your sundress crumpled up around your waist and your hands tied up with his tie behind your back.

his big rough hands grab your ass, softly caressing and kneading the flesh and moving forward to your clothed pussy, feeling the wetness against his skin as he rubs your sensitive folds over your panties.

"you're so wet, darling. all this f'me? been thinking about your husband coming home and fucking you stupid, huh?!" he purrs, his hot breath fanning against your sensitive neck.

you can only hum in response, all the blood rushing from your brain to your core, leaving you speechless in anticipation.

he pushes you slightly forward, kicks your legs apart and pulls your panties to the side to reveal your shiny pussy to him which is leaking desperately, the sight making him lick his lips and his cock twitch painfully in his pants.

you grow more eager and desperate by the sound of his belt being unbuckled behind you until you feel his wet tip teasingly rubbing against your slit, smearing a mix of your arousal and his pre along your smooth folds.

you bite your lip and your eyes roll back as soon as his tip is pushed inside you, his girthy shaft moving forward to split you open, the wet squelch of your dripping pussy the only sound being heard, followed by a loud sigh from your parted lips.

"fuuuck! so tight and wet, baby." he groans and spreads your ass cheeks to get a good look at where you're both connected, your pussy lips spread open by his thick cock, only making him throb and twitch more inside you by the sight.

"my wife's pretty pussy been waitin' to be filled up, huh?" he says through gritted teeth, followed by a harsh thrust that makes you yelp, "this pussy's only mine, you understand? only for your husband to fuck!" another brutal thrust is delivered by his strong hips to your rear, "yesss, ken! only yours!" you moan in response, "good girl!" he praises as he picks up the pace.

lost in the spur of the moment, he reaches around and rips open the front of your dress with both hands, finding your soft breasts to fondle and play with, his movements not faltering even for a moment as he fucks you into oblivion.

"such a perfect wife", he grunts, "so pliant and obedient for her husband... letting me use you like this!" his voice low and gruff, making you cream around his girth as he rams into you with such force you never thought possible.

your brain has turned into mush at this point and you're lost in a haze of pure euphoria as your pretty lips sing a chorus of dragged out moans while he fucks your tight wet cunt with his fat cock from behind and gropes your soft plushy boobs.

"gonna breed this pretty pussy... fill you up with my cum... make you carry my kids!" he throws his head back in sheer pleasure and spits a string of words as if he's bewitched by the divine sensation of your pretty cunt wrapped around his needy cock, "be a good wife and give me a baby, princess! mmkay?!"

"yesss, ken! need it please... fill me up... breed me!" you whine and whimper, no better than him as you find yourself being driven over the edge by the brutal pounding of his thick shaft inside your soft gummy walls, his bulbous tip bruising your cervix.

"fuuuck, princess! you're gonna be so beautiful all swollen and round with my babies... so soft and pretty..." he growls while chasing his high, sensing your orgasm nearing as you clench tightly around him, muscles spasming and convulsing, legs shaking and barely keeping you up as you squirt all over his dick, ruining his shirt and suit, but he's in no state to mind, too lost in his own pleasure as he reaches his peak and releases ropes of his hot seed deep inside your womb.

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bluesidez · 9 months ago

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Dad!Miguel drabble for Father's Day!!

content warning: curvy!reader, fem!reader, fluff, a little suggestive so MINORS BEWARE

word count: 697, not proofread (I can write less than 9k...contrary to popular belief)

other dad content ➺ DadBod!Miguel | Dad!Miguel Drabble | DadGymRat!Miguel Drabble | Dad'sBestFriend!Miguel

This can be in the same universe as the Dad Bod fic because I kept the kiddos' names the same, but I didn't describe Mig's body here, so you can imagine it how you would like! :D

Only Miguel would have to come into work on Father's Day of all days.

He woke up with his face snug against your chest and a whisper of the holiday greeting on your lips. It was way too hot to be grasping at each other so early, but that didn't stop him from grinning against your mouth as he held one of your thighs over his body.

A blissful morning of kisses and sweet nothings before the kids woke up was interrupted by the shrill of his work phone that he stupidly forgot to put on silent.

So here he was running back home after fixing a multitude of electric billboards across the city that read "Happy Farter's Day" instead of "Happy Father's Day." Of all of the staff in the company, Miguel wasn't sure why he was chosen to fix it. Maybe he was a father that wanted to have a nice, unbothered farting day.

It was itching close to the afternoon which meant almost a day gone without staring in your face and laughing with his babies. Almost a day gone without hearing the people closest to his heart.

Miguel nearly flew down the highway just to get back home. He wanted to be near his family.

He's never driven into a garage so fast.

"Honey? Mija? Mijo?"

Miguel's lanyard tapped against his button-up as he called out for the three of you. The house was quiet minus the ceiling fans humming in the window-lit rooms.

Had the three of you gone out without him?

Miguel walked through the house listening and looking for any clues as to where you all might be. Right when he was about to call you in a panic, he heard a giggle come from the deck.

Sliding the curtain open, he watched as his babies were running through the backyard, Raul barely keeping up with Gabriella's speed.

"You're back!" Miguel could hear you to the left of him. His breath hitched taking in your figure.

A blue flowy dress frames your curves, thin straps hug your shoulders, and the cut of the neckline accentuates the place where he held his head this morning.

You walk up to him and reach up for a kiss that he happily reciprocates, "Welcome home, baby."

You call the kids to come up and eat. Their little feet scatter to reach Miguel.

He bends down to take them into his arms, a hearty laugh leaving him as he picks them both up in the air. He plants their faces with raspberry kisses, Gabriella squealing while Raul asks for him to do it again and again.

You smile at them, watching as Miguel spun around with the kids holding on tight. The grumpiness that filled Miguel up this morning after that dreaded call poured out of him and was replaced with warmth and happiness.

This is the moment that Miguel was yearning to experience all morning. A day for him and his family.

"C'mon. Go get changed so we can head over to Gabriel's. He said something about a grill and a splash pad?" you slid your hand over his lower back, fingers sliding through the belt loops of his pants.

As you took a tug at one loop, Miguel leaned over and gave your lips a peck, "Gabriel only knows how to work one of those things."

"I guess we have to take a gamble with today's lunch then," you chuckle, taking Raul from Miguel as he sat Gabriella down. "Dinner will be perfect for sure."

"Yeah?" Miguel raised an eyebrow you. Your eyes were full of mirth and something else Miguel couldn't quite place yet. "I can't wait, then."

When Miguel was up in the bedroom, he began to see why that playful glint painted your face.

A small gift back was placed on the bed with a new silk tie and the tag for what he could assume was a pair of panties.

"A matching set for you and I. I wonder what can be done with this tie?

When the mood is right, we'll find out tonight.

A fun way to end your lovely Father's Day."

Dinner would definitely exceed lunch.

As always, like, reblog, and COMMENT! I love to see what you guys have to say! <3

a/n: I hope everyone who deserves it has a Happy Father's Day! I'm talking older siblings who raised their siblings, kids who grew up too fast, single mothers, single fathers, good fathers, and fictional men who will stop the world for their kids! You're doing great. Tomato to deadbeat fathers. You deserve nothing.

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respectthepetty · 5 months ago

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YinWar Easter Eggs?

I think there are some hidden YinWar gems in Jack & Joker. I am probably crazy, but I've watched an unreasonable amount of YinWar content (which I am NOT ashamed of!), so just like those whales and polar bears showing up in Peaceful Property for TayNew and sunflowers showing up in JoongDunk's series, I think YinWar fans are getting little treats like when Joke mentioned the ice cream truck in episode four, I thought of their Laneige Weekend ice cream episode.

And in episode five, Joke revealed he can't drive.

Which seems very familiar!

War can drive, but he usually doesn't. Yin is normally the driver.

War actually didn't have a car until recently.

(I think it's a BMW, but it might be Yin's BMW because 1) Yin does not keep the same car long and 2) the car War is driving now was so fresh in the videos when War used it, it still had the plastic on the seat belts)

But Yin is the expert driver here.

And even for the Jack & Joker worship ceremony, Prom rode his motorbike, Yin showed up in his Tesla, and War arrived as a passenger on a scooter.

When War does drive, he seems to get nervous.

Yin had to talk War through driving this vehicle on a countryside adventure because War kept questioning everything (much like Joke does with Hoy) and Yin even reminded War about shifting gears. The caption on War says "Very Tense" because he was.

Like the man struggles!

People do not feel safe in the vehicle with him.

But in the past year, he has driven more.

And Yin has let him drive his Tesla, which is where the earlier images with War questioning what the buttons meant came from.

But, yeah, War is better as a passenger.

#jack and joker #u steal my heart #yinwar #war can drive but he doesn't seem to like it #little hidden gems #this show is for the fans

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writing-until-i-drop · 5 months ago

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Car Sex | Tyler Owens x reader | wc: 779

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! fingering, dirty talk, Tyler's got a dirty mouth, unprotected p in v (don't forget the condom), lmk if I missed anything

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Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Tyler had to laugh at the change in you over the last year. The first time you had driven into a tornado with him, you had been scared shitless, your nails scratching the leather of the seats from how hard you hand dug them in. That video was still one of the most popular on the channel, at first you had been embarrassed but now you wore it like a badge of honor, of how far you’d come. Now it seemed every time you drove into a tornado with him, it made you hornier than sin. You’d even tried to have sex in a tornado once but Tyler had shot down the suggestion, citing the dangers of being that distracted when there was debris flying around.

Thankfully for his sanity, the team wasn’t riding with you two today, but the second the truck stopped rocking, you were unbuckling your harness. Tyler adjusted the driver’s seat all the way back, preparing for you, before working on his own harness. You were on him the second it was undone.

“Sweetheart, you are insatiable,”

“Are you complaining, Cowboy?” His baseball cap landed in the backseat, Tyler groaned as you ran your fingers through his hair. “Because it doesn’t feel like you are,” You ground down against him.

“Never complaining, Sweetheart,” Your shirt joined his hat in the backseat. Tyler ran his hands over the smooth skin of your back, unclipping your bra. God, the sight of you naked in front of him would never get old. Tyler loved everything about you, your sense of humor, the way you smiled at him, how you interacted with the fans, and he even loved the way you put your cold feet against him just for giggles.

“Are you sure we can’t do this in a tornado?” You fumbled with his belt buckle, “Just a teeny, tiny, EF-1?”

“I made a mistake turning you into an adrenaline junkie,” Tyler helped you with his jeans, pushing them down to his knees, then pulling down your shorts. Next to go was his shirt.

“I’ll win you over one day,” You kissed him hungrily. Tyler was sure you’d try to convince him but he would always put your safety first. He reached between you, pushing aside your underwear, finding you already wet for him. He closed his eyes, slipping a finger inside of you. Fuck, he loved how turned on you got after a tornado, but he’d never tell you that. It would just encourage you. “Tyler,” You moaned, resting your head on his shoulder, grinding yourself down on his hand.

“That’s it, pretty girl, cum for me,” You shook your head, whining. Tyler smirked, knowing exactly what that meant. “Need a little more? Yeah, you always need more of me. Don’t you, baby?” He added a second finger, swallowing your mons with a kiss as your first orgasm washed over you. He’d be damned if you only came once when you were with him. Twice was the minimum.

“Need you,” You whined when he removed his fingers but he didn’t leave you wanting for long, guiding you down on his cock. “So good,” You buried your face in his neck, letting Tyler do all the work. Not that he was complaining.

“Taking me so well,” He thrust upwards, burying himself inside of you. “You’re so fucking good for me.”

“Love you so much,” You kissed Tyler, moaning into his mouth as he set as fast as of a pace as the cramped space would let him.

“I love you too baby,” He wasn’t going to last long with you squeezing him like a vice. “Cum with me, get yourself there.” It didn’t take long for you to have worked yourself up, you head thrown back, the perfect position for Tyler to add to the collection of fading hickeys on your neck. He loved seeing you with his marks on your neck, a clear sign to other chasers and to everyone on the internet that you were his.

“Gonna cum,” You moaned, stroking Tyler’s ego with how fucking hot you sounded. He wasn’t far behind you.

“Cum for me, baby. Want to feel you cumming on my cock,” His words sent you over the edge, Tyler following right after you, spilling inside of you as he continued to move you up and down on him, squeezing your hips tight.

After a few minutes, sitting in silence, trading soft kisses and I love yous, you grinned at him, biting your bottom lip.

“You sure we can’t do round two in a tornado?” Tyler groaned, head dropping onto your shoulder. He blamed the post-orgasm brain rot for even considering the idea.

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hannahciara · 1 month ago

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odo-apologist · 7 months ago

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Every ENT character is the most character ever. Archer is a bitch he plays a fundamental role in the creation of the Federation he brings his dog on away missions which once causes a diplomatic incident he likes water polo he commits war crimes he saw a gazelle giving birth and implements it into his rousing speeches he had a wet dream about his first officer that included his dog's funeral he had to carry the soul of the creator of the main tenets of Vulcan philosophy in his head he gives a lecture on Tycho Brahe while getting his ass beaten during an interrogation scene. T'Pol is strict in her Vulcan beliefs she doesn't believe in time travel even as she's presented with irrefutable evidence and remains somewhat skeptical after experiencing it firsthand she is the funniest person on Enterprise she is more emotional than average Vulcans to the point that she had to have memories erased for causing her too much distress she could canonically pick up any of her crewmates and carry them bridal style she has Vulcan HIV she has it cured by the woman that later watches Spock and Kirk roll around in the sand in Amok Time she is technically canonically trans she is a recovering drug addict. Trip is a perfect gentleman he undergoes incredible emotional losses his favorite movies are Frankenstein Bride of Frankenstein and Son of Frankenstein he gets pregnant five episodes in he dies in the worst episode of the entire series (and the entire franchise) only to have that death retconned in the following tie-in novels he ran around the ship in his underwear he leaves the ship for a couple weeks only to come back after one person had been kidnapped another thrown in jail and the engines are on the verge of destruction and reacts like :/. Malcolm is gay he has 50 ex-girlfriends he has only had one friend in his life his own sister barely knows anything about him he dies alone he likes pineapple even though he's allergic to it he gets spacesick he worked as an agent for a top secret organization he's afraid of drowning he whined about getting a cold he had a spike driven through his leg and didn't complain at all he has a psychosexual obsession with a man he thinks is after his job and grows to respect once they had a homoerotic fight scene before witnessing him die. Hoshi is a linguistic prodigy she's the greatest contributor to the universal translator she has a panic attack on one of her first missions she ran a gambling ring she has a black belt in aikido and broke her superior's arm she has never been to the principal's office in her life she is afraid to use the transporter she became an empress in an alternate universe she is the only one who gets laid on Risa making her the first human to do so she reacted to the threat of getting worms injected into her brain to make her reveal secret information by spitting in her interrogator's face. Travis is the sweetest man ever he loves rock climbing he gets injured whenever he tries to use those skills he's a fan of ghost stories he grew up on a small freighter he gets neglected by the narrative his counterpart helps Hoshi become empress he works out when he's horny he dies in a alternate future where Earth is destroyed he's a movie buff who would probably love the Criterion Collection he likes to chill in a part of the ship with zero gravity which he calls "the sweet spot." Phlox grins like the Cheshire Cat he breaks doctor patient confidentiality to help figure out Malcolm's favorite food he goes crazy when the rest of the crew have to sleep through part of space because of how social his species is he has three wives who in turn have three husbands he responds to the news of one of his wives propositioning a crew member by being like "cool! have fun :]" he once nearly vivisects Travis because he's being affected by radiation and gets obsessed with knowing why the guy has a simple headache he has a menagerie in the middle of his sickbay. And they're all my best friends.

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YOU'RE THE STAR OF THE SHOW, YOU SHIMMER LIKE GOLD ✦ LN4

✦ pairing: lando norris x karateka!reader ✦ words: 4K ✦ warnings: female!reader, latina!reader, no use of Y/N, no use of physical description, a little bit of flirting. ✦ may's radio: me, actually writing for these men going vroom vroom??? whaaaaa?? shut up! lol I tried to explain the techniques to the best of my abilities as a daughter and sister to Senseis (and a once upon a (very short) time karateka). I hope it is understandable!! if not, let me down slowly!! SO, Boy-o needs a badass girl in his life PERIODT!!! And let's all pretend Monster gives a fuck about Karate. I've had this idea for lichrally months, dude. And I was supposed to do another thing with it, but here we are hehehe. Also, not using any name or description for this girlie was HARD so I think I deserve some of y'all thoughts ad nauseam 👉🏽👈🏽, I reload my activity feed every 3 seconds to see what you guys are thinking btw. N E WAYYYZZ. I love u. I hope u like it. k byee <3

— back to general masterlist

The sun blazed over Monterrey, casting a warm glow on the sprawling city nestled against the Sierra Madre Oriental mountains. The streets buzzed with excitement and anticipation as athletes and fans from around the world gathered for the 12th WUKF World Karate Championships. Banners and posters adorned with the tournament’s emblem fluttered in the breeze, while the iconic Monster Energy logo prominently featured alongside, symbolizing the brand’s unwavering support for the event and its athletes.

Among the throngs of spectators and competitors, one figure stood out, drawing the attention of both fans and the media. Lando Norris, the young and charismatic McLaren Formula 1 driver, had been invited to the championships as a special guest of Monster Energy. Known for his prowess on the track and his engaging personality off it, Lando had a magnetic presence that resonated with fans across different sports.

The event was a world away from the high-octane world of Formula 1, but Lando was excited for the change of pace and the chance to meet young athletes from around the globe. Recently, Quadrant—a brand founded by him—had been sponsoring young athletes in different sports. It was a new venture for Lando, driven by his passion to support and uplift emerging talents. He had been looking forward to finding more promising athletes to add to Quadrant's growing roster, and the World Championship seemed like the perfect place to discover some of that potential.

As Lando navigated the bustling venue, his thoughts were a mix of excitement and curiosity. Though the world of martial arts was vastly different from the high-speed circuits he was used to, the principles of discipline, focus, and determination were strikingly similar.

He had to admit to himself that before receiving the invitation, he knew next to nothing about karate. In fact, he’d even had to google the sport just to get a basic understanding. Embarrassingly, he had initially thought Karate and Taekwondo were the same thing. The search results had quickly set him straight, teaching him about the rich history and distinct techniques of this martial art, and giving him a newfound respect for the discipline.

He was eager to meet the athletes, particularly one individual who had captured the world’s attention with her remarkable skills and indomitable spirit.

A 20-something karate athlete from Latin America, had become a sensation in the martial arts community. With two world championships under her belt and many other championship victories, she was not only a formidable competitor but also an inspiring figure for young athletes around the globe. She was specially known for her exceptional skills and strategic prowess in kumite, the sparring discipline of karate.

Sponsored by Monster Energy, her journey had been one of relentless perseverance and triumph over adversity. Her presence at the championships was not just a testament to her talent but also a symbol of her dedication to the sport she loved. And from what he had seen on videos while he was on his way, Lando also saw potential in her for Quadrant, imagining how she could inspire a whole new generation of athletes under the brand's banner.

The sound of rhythmic, powerful strikes filled the air as athletes from around the world prepared for their matches. Lando was led through the bustling venue to the competition floor, where the large tatami mats were situated. As he walked, he could hear the short—some even lasting longer—, loud shouts of "kiai" echoing through the hall, each one accompanying a sharp, strong technique from the karatekas already competing. The intensity and focus behind each shout sent a thrill through him, underscoring the seriousness and dedication of these athletes.

As he approached, he saw her warming up with stretches, under the watchful stare of one of the coaches of her national team. Lando felt a mix of excitement and slight nervousness. From what he had seen on videos from her past fights, she had a really strong presence, commanding the tatami mat whenever she stepped on it. Her intensity and focus were palpable, and he wasn’t gonna lie and say he didn’t think she was a little bit intimidating. And after spending a short—long—time going through her Instagram, he could also admit he found her beautiful, with her fierce determination adding to her allure.

Once she finished her stretching, he could see her coach pointing his way, making her turn around. He was approaching her with one of the energy drink’s representatives. Noticing them coming closer, she took off her earbuds and looked up with raised eyebrows, her demeanor immediately softening.

Actually…he didn’t know how to explain it…but now that he was in her presence, she didn’t give off intimidating vibes. She still had a commanding presence, don’t get him wrong, but she seemed to be more reserved and shy. He could see her fidgeting with the little device in her hand.

“Lando, I’d like you to meet one of our top sponsored athletes. She’s an incredible talent in kumite,” the representative said. She smiled warmly, a hint of bashfulness in her eyes, as she extended her hand.

“Hi, it’s an honor to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about your incredible achievements,” Lando greeted, shaking her hand.

“Likewise, Lando. It’s great to have you here. I’ve always admired the skill and courage it takes to race at the speeds you do,” she replied, her voice gentle and modest, a stark contrast to the powerful warrior he had seen in videos. “And congrats on your first win back in Miami!”

Lando was pleasantly surprised. “You know about that? Thanks! I didn’t expect to meet a karate champion who’s also an F1 fan,” he said, feeling a bit cocky despite the bashful smile creeping onto his face.

She laughed softly. “I’ve been a fan for years. Watching F1 races is one of my favorite ways to relax on weekends.”

Lando chuckled, his confidence bolstered. “Well, that’s great to hear. Maybe I can give you some tips on racing if you teach me a bit about karate,” he said, winking playfully.

She laughed again, appreciating his playful attitude. “Deal. I’ll teach you how to throw a punch if you show me how to handle those high-speed corners.”

Lando tried to joke, “It’s all about the neck strength, really,” but let out an awkward little laugh as he got a bit flustered. Her reserved demeanor was deceptive; she could hold constant eye contact with a calm intensity that he wasn’t prepared for.

She smiled, her gaze steady and unwavering. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, her eyes never leaving his.

Lando felt a strange mix of admiration and nervousness under her steady gaze. Wanting to know more about her mindset before such a big competition, he asked, “How are you feeling about today?”

She took a deep breath and looked down for a moment, then back up at him, her expression humble yet determined. “If I told you I was completely confident about winning everything, I’d be lying. I have pre-fight jitters, just like anyone else. But I’m going to give it my all. That’s all I can do.”

Lando nodded, impressed by her honesty. “I get that. Even in racing, no matter how prepared you are, there’s always that bit of uncertainty. It’s what makes the victory even sweeter, though, don’t you think?”

She smiled, appreciating his understanding. “Absolutely. The nerves mean you care. They keep you sharp.”

Their conversation flowed easily, the initial awkwardness melting away as they shared insights from their respective sports. Lando admired her resilience and the way she embraced her nerves, turning them into a source of strength.

As the announcements for the upcoming matches began, she glanced towards the tatami, her focus sharpening. “I should get ready. It was really great talking to you, Lando. Thanks for the encouragement.”

“Anytime,” Lando replied, genuinely meaning it. “I’ll be cheering for you.”

She gave him one last smile before heading towards her coach. Lando watched her go, struck by the contrast between her shy off-mat demeanor and the commanding presence she exuded when she was about to compete. He couldn’t help but feel a deep respect for her dedication and the way she handled the pressure—and that was kinda hot to him.

Professionalism, Lando. He scolded himself. She’s an athlete, and you’re here to do your job—or a small part of it.

As he found a spot to watch the competition, he thought about the unexpected connection they had made. Despite their different paths, their shared commitment to excellence and the way they embraced their nerves set them apart as true champions. Lando knew that whatever the outcome of her matches, she would give it everything she had—just like he did on the track.

He could hear the announcer's voice booming through the venue. “Athletes competing in the Seniors D Female category: 21 to 35 years old and 65 kg and over, please approach the number 3 tatami mat.” He listened intently, waiting for her name to be called. It came in the middle of the list, and he could see the group of female athletes approaching the announcer.

She stayed behind the group, her demeanor calm and composed as she waited to hear her name being called. There was a quiet confidence about her that set her apart from the others. Lando noticed that some of the other girls would steal glances at her, fidgeting with their belts or adjusting their karate-gi in a nervous manner. Her presence seemed to unsettle them, a testament to her reputation and the respect she commanded among her peers.

As the roll call continued, Lando observed the competitors closely. The air was thick with anticipation, and he could sense the mixture of excitement and tension that filled the room. When her name was finally called, she stepped forward with a graceful nod, acknowledging the announcement with a quiet strength.

She joined the others on the mat, and the athletes began their final preparations, mentally psyching themselves up for the upcoming matches. Lando watched her closely, noticing how she seemed to center herself, taking deep, measured breaths and rolling her shoulders and neck to release any remaining tension.

As the roll call concluded, the athletes lined up in front of the referee and judges. Lando watched closely as the referee shouted something in Japanese—a command that he couldn't quite understand. Both parties then performed the ceremonial salute, tilting the upper part of their bodies in a bow. The referee shouted again and gestured towards the flags and the public, prompting another salute.

After the salutes, the athletes moved to their respective sides of the tatami mat. On the right side, some of them were tying up red belts around their waists and putting on red gloves and knee protections. On the left side, the competitors were doing the same but in blue. She was on the left side, methodically securing her blue belt and adjusting her gloves and knee pads that matched her new karate–gi that had blue stripes on the shoulders.

Lando observed the attention to detail in her preparation. Every movement, every adjustment of her uniform, was part of her mental and physical ritual to enter the competitive mindset. It was a fascinating glimpse into the discipline and dedication required at this level of competition.

After three intense matches—all of them won by her—, the announcer announced the final match. He called for her to stand on the two red tatami mats on the left side of the big blue square tatami. Lando watched as she took her place, her expression hardening with concentration. Just before stepping forward, she gave herself a couple of hard pats to her chest—a ritual, he guessed, to psych herself up for the fight.

Her face was set with determination, eyes focused intently on the task ahead. The referee approached both competitors, methodically checking their mouthguards and ensuring all their equipment was in place.

The formalities concluded, and the competitors performed the ceremonial bows to each other and to the referee. She took a second to walk up to her adversary and offer her hand to shake and a head nod as a greeting.

That’s a nice, respectful and full of sportsmanship gesture, he thought.

The referee then gestured for them to take their positions and announced the start of the match. Each competitor started to move around each other with their guards up and an intense focus. She moved with a grace and confidence that was mesmerizing, her every step exuding a calm readiness.

Lando could feel the intensity radiating from both competitors as they engaged in a series of swift, precise movements. Each strike was met with a counter, each block with a follow-up attack. The "kiai" shouts punctuated the air, underscoring the power and focus behind each technique.

Even though she seemed already tired after her past intense fights leading up to this one, she moved with a fluidity and strength that was both beautiful and formidable. Her opponent was skilled, but she maintained control of the match, her strategic prowess and physical strength shining through. The rhythmic exchange of attacks and defenses was like a well-choreographed dance, each move calculated and deliberate.

He found himself completely engrossed in the match, his heart pounding in time with the athletes' movements. It was only a 3 minute fight but somehow it felt longer. He could see the strain and determination on her face, the way she pushed through every challenge her opponent presented. Her focus was unwavering, her resolve unbreakable.

Suddenly, when her adversary moved forward in a punch, she ducked under—and somehow—managed to lift the other girl with her shoulder and drop her to the ground. In a display of quick and swift precision, she then threw three rapid punches to her opponent on the ground. Immediately, Lando saw every judge in the four corners lift their blue flags high in the air.

The entire place erupted in excited shouts, the crowd amazed by her impressive movement. On the large screen above, the score shifted dramatically from 3-4 to 3-7 in her favor. Kenneth—the energy drink’s representative standing next to Lando—explained to him that the move she pulled was one that immediately granted you 3 points—the highest score you can get. Lando couldn’t help but cheer loudly, caught up in the exhilaration of the moment.

Her focus was unwavering, her resolve unbreakable. She had turned the tide of the match with a single, decisive move, showcasing her skill and strategic brilliance. As she stepped back, she offered her opponent her hand to help her rise, the referee called a brief pause to reset the match.

The crowd's energy was palpable, and Lando found himself on the edge of his seat, completely engrossed in the action. The match resumed, but it was clear that her opponent was shaken by the sudden shift in momentum. She maintained her advantage, her movements confident and controlled, her strikes precise and powerful.

At one point during the match, she received a hard kick to the ribs, and Lando saw her doubling over in pain. Instinctively, he stood up, feeling a surge of worry for her. The referee immediately called one of the medics, who rushed over to check on her. The medic spent a minute examining her, asking questions to which she only nodded in response. After a few tense minutes, she stood back up, her face hardened with determination, ready to continue.

The referee gave her opponent a penalty for the hard kick before signaling for the match to resume. Once it did, she seemed eerily calm, her demeanor even more focused than before. Her opponent, on the other hand, appeared unsettled, thrown off by both the penalty and the unfavorable score. With only 1 minute and 30 seconds left on the timer, visible on the screen above, the other girl began attacking rashly, desperately trying to close the score gap.

But then, in a fluid, lightning-fast movement, she spun and lifted her right leg towards the back of her opponent's head, delivering a light tap with the heel of her foot to the back of it. The technique resembled a scorpion's strike or a spinning hook kick, in Lando’s opinion. But Kenneth identified it as an "ura mawashi geri." A hard and powerful kicking technique. He explained.

The judges instantly raised their blue flags high, signaling their approval of the impressive technique. The crowd erupted once more as the score on the screen shifted from an already commanding 3-7 to an incredible 3-10. With only one minute left, it was clear she had secured the victory.

Lando's heart raced as he watched her dominate the match. The final whistle blew, the referee raised his hand in her direction indicating her victory, and her teammates as well as the crowd’s cheers reached a deafening crescendo.

As she bowed to the referee and then approached her opponent for a respectful handshake, Lando couldn't help but marvel at her resilience and skill. Despite the setback of the hard kick to the ribs, she had emerged victorious, showcasing the true spirit of a champion.

As she left the mat, Lando could see the emotions overwhelming her. Her coach rushed to embrace her in a tight hug, both of them sharing a moment of pure joy and triumph.

Tears streamed down her face, a mixture of relief, happiness, and pride in her achievement. The weight of all her hard work and dedication had paid off in this victorious moment.

Lando watched from a respectful distance, filled with admiration for her incredible achievement. The crowd erupted in applause, acknowledging her exceptional performance and celebrating her as a true champion.

After a few moments, she composed herself and turned to face the crowd, holding up her hand in a thankful gesture.

As she made her way through the cheering crowd, Lando approached her with a heartfelt congratulations. “That was mental! You were absolutely amazing out there! Congratulations on becoming world champion again," he said, genuinely impressed.

“Thank you so much, Lando,” she replied, her voice still tinged with emotion and sounding a little bit out of breath still. “It means a lot to have your support.”

“You deserve every bit of it,” Lando said warmly. And immediately after, looked at her with concern painted all over his face. He noticed she was still having some trouble breathing and was holding her left arm to her ribs. “Are you feeling alright after that kick you received?” he asked, worry evident in his voice.

She smiled, trying to ease his worries. “Yes, I'm okay. I had the chest guards on under my karate-gi, so it wasn't too bad.” She paused, then added with a light-hearted chuckle, “I did feel the kick, but it's nothing new at this point.”

Lando nodded, relieved but still a little bit concerned. “You've shown incredible strength and determination.” he said, genuinely impressed.

She nodded, gratitude evident in her eyes. “It's been a tough journey, but moments like this make it all worth it.”

Lando smiled, feeling privileged to have witnessed her victory. “Enjoy every moment of it. You've earned it, champ.”

“Thank you, Lando. It feels surreal.”

“You really commanded the mat out there," he said. “It's no wonder everyone looks up to you. You were truly brilliant.”

She nodded, the shy smile returning to her face. “I just try to do my best. It helps to know there are people cheering for me.”

“Well, you've got one more fan in me now,” Lando said with a grin. “I knew you were good, but seeing it in person... you're incredible.”

As the excitement of the victory settled, Lando leaned in slightly and asked, “Hey...uh... I've been thinking. Would you maybe be interested in joining Quadrant?”

She looked at him, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected offer. Her eyes widened slightly, reflecting a mix of surprise and curiosity. After a brief pause, a smile spread across her face, and she eagerly nodded. “Sí! uh…,” she shook her head a few times, like she was trying to shake the language off her head. Cute. “I-I mean yes! I’d be honoured!”

Lando grinned, pleased by her enthusiastic response. “Fantastic! We'll talk more about it soon. I think we could do some amazing things together.”

She smiled warmly, nodding in agreement. “I'm looking forward to it.”

A moment of silence passed before Lando chuckled nervously. “By the way, I should probably explain what Quadrant is all about.”

Before he could continue, she interrupted gently, “Oh, don't worry. I'm actually a fan of the YouTube videos. I know about the brand already.”

Lando's eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You do? That's... really cool!”

She chuckled softly. “Yeah, I've watched a few. You guys have some pretty entertaining content.”

Lando felt a flutter in his stomach at her praise. “Wow, I'm glad to hear that! Means a lot, especially coming from someone as talented as you.”

She blushed slightly at the compliment. “Thank you, Lando. I'm excited about the opportunity to work together.”

Lando grinned, feeling a sense of excitement about the future collaborations. “Likewise. I think we can create something truly special.”

As they parted ways, Lando couldn’t shake the feeling of excitement and anticipation for what the future held. Being able to collaborate with someone he admired both as an athlete and as a person was a privilege he didn’t take lightly.

Before they fully separated, Lando impulsively went in for a hug. She hesitated for a moment, looking slightly embarrassed as she was still sweaty from the intense matches. But Lando reassured her with a warm smile, “Hey, it's not a problem at all. I totally understand. I’m super used to the post-competition sweat.” He chuckled.

Her expression softened, and she returned the hug gratefully. As they embraced, Lando felt a sense of something developing slowly within himself.

Oh, Bob has a crush! He suddenly heard the teasing voice of Max, his best friend, in his head.

Shut up, you muppet. He groaned. Lando lingered in the hug for a moment longer than intended, feeling a slight flush of embarrassment himself.

When they finally pulled back, he chuckled nervously. “Sorry about that. Got a bit carried away.”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “No worries, Lando. Thank you again for your support.”

They exchanged a final smile before she had to part ways, both looking forward to the exciting opportunities ahead. Lando watched her walk away, his mind buzzing with ideas and possibilities.

As he watched with bated breath as the ceremony began, the announcer's voice echoed through the arena, calling the winners to the podium. When her name was called, the small crowd standing in front erupted in applause and cheers, celebrating her hard-fought victory.

She walked confidently to the podium, her coach following closely behind. The gold medal was placed around her neck. Beaming with pride and joy, she was handed her country's flag. Draping it around her shoulders, she stood tall on the podium, her smile radiant and her eyes shining with accomplishment. The audience’s cheers intensified, and Lando found himself clapping enthusiastically along with them.

It was a powerful moment, and Lando felt a deep sense of respect for her journey and massive achievement.

But it was more than just respect that stirred within him. Watching her bask in her well-deserved glory, Lando felt his heart swell with admiration and something more tender. The way she carried herself, the mixture of strength and humility, her fierce determination on the mat and the shy kindness she showed off it—all of it combined to create a powerful impression.

There was something profoundly inspiring and undeniably attractive about her, and he couldn't help but feel drawn to her even more. She scanned the crowd and her eyes met his. Her face lit up even more, and to his surprise, she smiled and winked at him. The unexpected gesture caught him off guard, and he felt a sudden rush of warmth to his cheeks. Blushing, he quickly looked down, feeling a mix of bashfulness and happiness. However, he gathered his courage and returned the gesture, smiling and giving her a small, appreciative two-finger salute.

She laughed softly and sent him the gesture back. Lando felt a warmth spread through him, a hopeful anticipation of what their future interactions might hold.

As the ceremony concluded—and after getting photographed a thousand times, and having shaken what felt like a thousand hands—, Lando found himself back in the car on his way to the hotel. Gazing out the window at the bustling city, he couldn't help but feel grateful for having been there, witnessing her triumph and the beginning of what promised to be an exciting partnership.

His mind replayed the moments of the day: her powerful performance on the mat, the way she carried herself with grace and determination, and their brief, meaningful exchanges. The flutter in his stomach returned, and he allowed himself a small smile, knowing that this experience had been special in more ways than one.

Lando knew that this was just the start of something truly special, and he looked forward to the adventures that lay ahead, both on a professional level—and perhaps something a bit more personal.

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