#I think she probably couldn't watch it for years

[neoarchipelago]

Be a backpack, Ride a biker (Simon riley!biker x reader)

AN: hey... just... testing the waters... this is an old one shot i had posted on patreon... thought I'd share it with everyone...

TW: 18+ CONTENT! Mentions of gun, smut with a bit of plot

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If there was one thing that helped Simon through the sleepless nights it was his bike. The beautiful black mat sports bike that he purchased a few years back. It was simply one of his additions to his little collection, but he had to be honest with himself this purring baby was his favorite.

The tight bike gear clung to him, pants, boots and gloves of a black leather. He'd normally wear his leather jacket as well, over a hoodie, but that night when he woke up from a nightmare, he didn't even think of putting it on. His skull balaclava was hidden inside the black helmet. The roaring of the bike canceled out the thoughts and everything else. He had long gone into dark mode, no lights on the bike at all, going way over the speed limit on the highway.

If the cops saw him, they wouldn't be fast enough to catch him. If by any chance they actually arrested him, Price would minimize it to a speeding ticket.

This. The vibration and the wind, the roaring and the speed. It erased everything in his mind and it was perfect. The adrenaline rush felt amazing.

Unfortunately, the gas tank was running empty and a short stop at the gas station was inevitable. The vivid lights of the station contrasted with his black mood. He sat on his bike, filling up his tank as he captured noises from a nearby car. He glanced up.

"Come on! You're being a cockblocker!" A young woman angrily scolded.

"I am not going with his friend just because you want to bang him! He creeps me out!" You angrily answered back.

Simon looked a bit more intently. You were young, probably in your twenties. The black pants and tank top with black boots, a very different choice from your friend's tight, mini dress.

"I'm leaving with him? Ok? Don't disappoint me!" The girl said, her heels echoing on the asphalt as she walked to a car.

Simon shook his head, finishing up as the car drove away in a screech. He frowned, throwing a last look at you, now standing with a man. Simon shook off the odd feeling as he rode out, back to the highway. Back to the roaring and speed but now a thought lingered on his mind.

You.

He couldn't keep the eerie feeling that filled him as he had noticed the entire interaction. With a loud groan, he pulled back towards the station, hoping to find you there. As he drove to park in front of the station he looked around for your small frame. No where to see. He groaned to himself, dismounting his bike and walking inside.

"Hey." He called the cashier. "Seen a girl in black pants, white top?" His annoyed voice called out again.

The cashier nodded pointing to the parking lot behind the station. Simon frowned, walking out in long stripes to the indicated location. Out there, very little light shined, voices muffled by the Station's music. He walked in the shadow finally seeing you, leaned against a car, arms crossed as a man stood in front of you, trapping you in between his arms.

"Listen… I already told you.. I want to go home. I'm not interested in a drink." You said.

"Aw come on! Don't be like that. But if you want.." his hand rose to caress your cheek "we can go back to my place… have some fun."

Something made Simon's hair stand on end, watching the prick's hands on you as you winced away. He stepped forward, close enough so you both could hear him.

"She said no." He simply stated, gaining both of your attention.

The boy took a step back, glaring at the darkness. Simon stepped out into the annoying yellow light.

"Tsk. Who the fuck are you? Take off that helmet before you try to brawl, man!" The man spat.

Simon Sighed. He wasn't looking for a brawl. He was trying to quiet his mind, and fighting wasn't the best idea, even if it would help. Simon stepped closer again, now towering the man as he pushed his visor up.

"I don't have any problem with that. I'm going to give you a single warning." Simon said, voice steady but dripping threat.

He could see the way your breath picked up at his voice. The man scoffed, looking Simon up and down, eyes lingering on the logo of his sweatshirt.

"A military bitch." He snarked. Simon closed his eyes. He wasn't in the mood for this. "Come on dickhead!" The man spat, raising his fists.

Simon tensed, mostly out of annoyance. As the man threw a punch he saw you dart in between the two of you, making Simon instincts kick in. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he turned his body to the side to shield you, as his other hand grasped the man's fist. Simon glared at him, squeezing the fist in his grasp, tightly, as the man whined and tried to free his hand with the other.

Simon groaned loudly, letting go of you to pull you behind him as he grabbed the man by the collar, pushing him roughly against his car. He pressed his hip on the man.

"Feel that? It's not because I'm happy to see you." Simon threatened with the calmest tone you've ever heard.

The man paled and his eyes widened. Simon let him go, watching him scurry inside of his car and drive away. Simon turned to you as your eyes met his, something in the way you looked at him giving him goosebumps. Or maybe it was just the adrenaline of the interaction.

"I… thank you…" you tried.

Simon nodded, his hand showing the way back to the station as he started walking next to you. Silence was uncomfortable. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to go back for a ride, break the new tension in him. Once in front of the gas station you looked at each other again.

"You ok?" He asked.

"Hum… yeah. Thank you. I'll just call a cab, I-" you grabbed your phone, pushed the button but nothing happened. "God no… come on…" you whispered under your breath, barely audible for common people.

Simon only felt his frustration grow. God fucking-

Perhaps he could simply pay for a cab. He searched for his wallet before growling loudly. He noticed again as you shivered this time. His voice seemed to cause a delightful reaction on you and somewhere in his fucked up mind, he liked that idea. You of course put two and two together. You couldn't call a cab. You had no bag with you, he didn't have any of those things either.

He watched you retract slowly on yourself, hugging yourself as you looked down. A submissive mood that only fueled a fire in him that he was trying to put out.

"Listen. You should never say yes to what I'm going to propose. But, you're safe with me. Want a ride home?" He asked.

You looked up at him, blinking a few times.

"But… I don't have a helmet…" you said.

God your voice was soft. Wonder what your moans sound-.. get a fucking grip Simon. Frustration and tension was driving him mad.

"It's ok. You'll take this one." He pointed at his own, feeling like an idiot.

"And you'll go without one? No! It's dangerous…"

You worried about him, how cute.

"Don't worry. I've been through much more risk…" he mumbled.

He started walking towards the parked bike, listening to you hop like a little bunny behind him. He took a deep breath as he removed his helmet, a simple balaclava now. He handed you the helmet as you slipped it on. It was slightly too big. He watched you fingers with the strap underneath your chin before he stepped closer. He raised his hands, stopping midway, asking for permission. You let your hands drop, stepping closer as well and stretching your head up to give him better access.

So submissive.. fuck. SIMON.

He pulled on the strap to tighten it, making sure it won't wobble on you. He looked at you, taking a deep breath, adrenaline from the nightmares and the altercation sending electricity through his veins.

"Do you understand that you're putting your life in my hands?" His voice rumbled in a low tone.

Your eyes looked into his, soft gaze getting lost in his as you hummed and nodded. It was there. The glint of trust in a complete stranger. In him. He nodded as well, looking away. He started giving you the basic instructions, a… backpack, should be aware of. You listened carefully. Nodding now and then. He finally mounted his bike, offering you a hand to help you. When your arms wrapped around his waist. Hands on his abs, he felt something break in him. He did the best he could to ignore it.

You had explained as best as you could where you lived. The ride would be spent without vocal communication. Wind too strong in his ears, and no helmet for him to talk through a mic. The only communication was touch. He found himself reaching back for your leg when he felt your grip tightening around his waist. A sign of reassurance that made you melt against him. He could feel the way you hugged his back, one of your hands only leaving his abs when you had to brace yourself on the tank of the bike.

Finally pulling up on the driveway of your house, he cut the power of his bike, lights turning off. He offered you his hand again to help you down. He followed shortly after, helping you remove the helmet. He noticed the rosiness of your cheeks.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"Yeah… that was… wild." You smiled up at him.

I could show you wild, little thing…

Now he wanted to slap himself. You remained like this for a few seconds. Eye to eye, breath slightly faster.

"Hum.. thank you." You started. "Can I… offer you a coffee?" You offered.

"That's not very safe. Don't invite strangers over." He scolded. You rolled your eyes playfully. "Don't roll your eyes at me." He growled very lowly, only to your ears.

That had escaped his mouth on instinct. GOD DAMN IT SIMON. You blushed a bit more.

"Why not?" You teased.

Oh don't brat… come on, don't hand me a treat like that. Simon simply huffed a laugh as he shook his head softly.

"It's just coffee…" you tried again.

"It's late for coffee" the last strings of morality hung him.

"A drink then? I'd like to thank you." You frowned slightly.

"A drink?" He repeated.

"Yeah. I have some whiskey?" You proposed, unsure.

"Kentucky?" He asked.

"Hum.. bourbon… sorry." You bit your lip.

His favorite. Fuck… one drink. There was no problem with that. He took a deep breath looking around, trying to find a way to reason with the both of you but simply ended up nodding. It was worth it for the way you smiled up at him before opening the garage door.

"You can put your bike inside. I don't think anyone would touch it, but… it looks expensive." You smiled again.

He nodded again. Danger bells ringing way too loud in his mind. He pushed his bike inside as you closed the garage door before walking to the white door, leading inside. He walked behind you, the light turning on as you walked into the open kitchen. You looked for a charger plugging your phone.

"You can make yourself at home. Take off your mask." You smiled.

"Mask stays on."

You tilted your head, confused before he tapped on the military logo on his sweatshirt.

"Oh, alright."

You didn't seem that bothered by it thankfully. He walked to the counter, sitting down as he watched you grab two cups. You put them down on the counter before going to grab the bottle of bourbon, walking to sit next to him. You handed him the bottle before he opened it and poured the two of you a drink. He threw you a side eye glance before pulling up the balaclava up to his nose to take a sip.

He noticed the way you blushed, looking at his lips before promptly looking away. Eyes on me bunny. Shit.

"I'm sorry I ruined your night…" you spoke.

"You didn't ruin my night. I was out riding anyway." He answered, looking at his cup.

"Why?" You asked.

Curious little thing…

"Couldn't sleep. Needed to release some tension." He answered, taking another sip.

"Oh… are you feeling better?"

No.

"Yeah.."

"You're lying" you giggled.

He looked away, smiling slightly. He was tense. It was visible. The way your thigh brushed against his made his hand itch to reach for it and squeeze it. He had to leave.

You pushed your chair closer to him.

"You know, there's this thing that helps you relax.." you trailed off.

He needed to leave. The way he looked at your lips, the swell of your breast. Your hand rested on his thigh.

LEAVE.

You took back your hand as you finished your little advice, taking a sip of your drink.

"Thank you for the advice. I should go." He said in a hurry, standing up and pulling down his mask. Little disappointed look on your face.

Don't do this.

You stood as well.

"Well. Thank you again. You saved me back there."

He nodded again, dismissing the case. And then you looked up at him. Breath hitching, eyes begging and pupils dilated.

Lord have fucking mercy-

"I don't even know your name."

You shouldn't. Not even remembering him.

"I'm Y/N."

Fuck so pretty.

"Simon." He let out.

"Simon…" you whispered back.

SHIT. The way his cock twitched at the sound of his name on your lips brought him back to reality. He had to leave. Before losing himself in something too dangerous. And then you bit your lip.

"Don't." He ordered.

"W..what?" You asked.

"Don't do this. It's not safe. I'm a stranger to you." He scolded again.

You opened your mouth before closing it again. Good. You finally understood.

"I've never done this before… but. You look. Tempting." You tried, looking down. Him? Tempting? Then you were the forbidden fruit. Damning to hell if he ever dared a taste.

"Stop." He warned.

"But-" you talked back, that little needy look in your eyes again.

"Don't make me bend you over the counter and fuck you. Stop looking at me like that." He snapped.

The adrenaline. Tension. Frustration. It was all there. Bringing him to a craving bastard.

"Make me." You answered.

Excuse me-... the what? He took one step closer.

"Care to repeat that?" He growled.

"I said. Make me." You crossed your arms, defying look in your eyes. Such soft, pretty eyes. Soon to be flooded with tears. He stepped one closer again, his hand rising softly to your neck to wrap around it as you wrapped your small ones around his wrist.

"Baby… I'm not the one. I've had to deal with boys who thought they could handle war. Don't brat with me. I'll turn you into a whimpering mess." He whispered lowly, voice deep.

He felt the shudder in your breath. Saw the little twitch of your eyebrow into a needy look for a split second.

"Make. Me."

It was all it took to snap. Hands lifting the mask up to his nose and taking your lips captive. Cute, soft lips, teeth grazing at them and tongue pushing past as you shuddered in his grip and whined. Not too rough Simon.

He pushed you towards the counter, lips bruising yours, trying his best to control himself through the rush he felt. This wasn't a battlefield. Separating, eyes locking on yours, he did exactly as he told you. Turning you over before bending you over your counter, hand grabbing your wrists and pinning them behind your back. He noticed the tensing of your body so he softened his grip. He lowered himself to your ear.

"Listen carefully to me. I'm going to fuck you. But only if you let me. Do you understand?" You nodded shyly. "No." He reprimanded, a harsh slap on your ass, making you yelp. "Words. At all times. I want to hear from you. Your 'yes', your moans, your 'stop'. Do. You. Understand?" He cleared.

"Y-yes sir."

"Good girl." He praised. "If at any point you want me to stop. You say it. I will immediately stop. Understand?" This time his voice was more kind. Soothing. It made you melt against him. Something that made him want to take you there and then. The feeling of you, trusting him, bringing a feeling of possessiveness and hunger.

"Yes sir." You agreed again.

He brushed your hair to the side, dropping soft kisses to your neck, biting and sucking, leaving pretty purple marks in his path. What was he doing? Marking you like this? You weren't his-

The thought angered him somehow. The rush of negative feelings back as he bucked his hips against your ass, his cock hardening faster than he thought. He pulled you up a bit.

"I'm going to take off your top. And your pretty bra. Alright?"

"Yes…" you whined, nodding your head.

It made him smirk. He reached for the hem of the top, lifting it above your head, throwing it somewhere on the ground. He took his time. Rough hands against soft skin as he explored it. Finally unclasping your bra, that you let fall to the floor as well. His large hands cupped your breasts, squeezing softly and thumbs barely grazing your already hard nipples. He could feel your heart beating faster against his chest. Some skill he had managed through his long built survival skills.

You bucked against him, impatient growing as he pinched one of your nipples, a whine running on your lips.

"Fuck… you're really pretty." He found himself whispering against your neck.

His hands were now fully playing with your breasts. Fingers pinching and rolling your nipples softly, mouth leaving more marks on your neck, shoulders and back.

"P..please" you whimpered.

He chuckled darkly. One of his hands traveled down your stomach. When his hands reached the hem of your pants, he unbuttoned them, before slightly pulling them down. Your hands quickly reached to help him, boots kicked and pants fully down. When he saw you reach for your panties he grabbed your wrists again.

"No. Leave them." He growled.

He wanted to make sure he would rip them off of you. You whined, but he pushed you forwards on the counter again. Pretty ass now up for him. His hands massaged it, soft slaps, earning breathy moans and gasps. He pushed his hips forward, flush against your clothes pussy, making sure you could feel his erection through all the fabric.

"Grind baby." He ordered.

Like the good girl you were, you behaved and obeyed. Your pretty ass grinding against him. His jaw clenched. Slight friction built his impatience. He quickly shoved his sweatshirt over his head. Dog tags still around his neck. He hadn't bothered to take them off for the night and hadn't bothered to take them off for the ride. The wet patch on the black fabric of your panties made himself feral. He ached to fill you, be inside you. It felt like it was the relief he needed after the long night he was having. Probably not the best idea.

His large hands cupped your ass, helping you grind against him. He pulled back, earning a little whine again.

"So impatient. So needy. Have you been thinking about this since you were on my bike?" He teased.

The way you tried to hide your face confirmed it, making him chuckle. His finger reached for your clothed pussy, fingers rubbing up and down your slit. You shivered, moaning slightly. His fingers touched but barely touched. The contradiction made you wiggle your hips. His other hands reached your waist, keeping you in place. Two fingers parting your lips through the thin panties, rubbing slow circles on your clit.

"S..Simon.."

The more this went on, the harder he found himself in control. The way you moaned his name made it hard to not shove his cock inside you. He pulled the panties to the side, now fingers against you bare folds as he coated them with your juices just to resume his torturous slow pace on your little bud.

His cock felt trapped in his damn jeans. Twitch at every whine and moan, the sight of your cunt clenching around nothing almost pornographic. A finger at your entrance, pushed past slowly, making you buck your hips up. The slow pump made you needy. Feeling you clench around them. He added another finger, stretching you for him, the sensation building your first orgasm. His own patience was wearing thin. He wasn't going to let you cum so soon. No.

"Please…" you urged.

"What is it, little one?" He teased.

"I.. want more.." you whined.

"What do you want? Say it." He cleared.

"You.. I want you…" you whimpered, in a whisper.

Fuck.

He didn't waste any time, removing his fingers from your wet hole, greedily sucking and licking his fingers with a groan. The taste made his eyes roll back, he'd make sure to eat you up next time- … no. No next time.

Anger rushed again through him. Why was it so annoying to him ? That this was a one time thing.

He reached for his belt, the sound of it unbuckling made you shiver. You liked it. He removed pants and boxers, finally freeing his cock, tip swollen and leaking precum. He pumped himself, watching your pussy, panties set aside. His eyes traveled up the curve of your back, falling into your soft glossy eyes. A slight hint of fear in them.

"Hey, hey. Look up. Words." He ordered, as soon as he noticed your discomfort. You blushed, turning your head back to the counter you were bent over. Simon growled, pulling up his boxers again, as your eyes widened. He hovered forwards bracing himself over you.

"Hey. Look at me." He ordered gently. You obeyed again. "Tell me. Do you want me to stop?-"

"No!" You hurriedly answered.

It sent another shock to his painfully hard cock.

"Tell me. I'm not touching you until you tell me what's wrong." He stated, looking at you, pitifully looking up at him, begging.

"It's…" his hand softly pulled your hair to the side, brushing and caressing them. "You're big… I've never.. had someone… like that" you blushed again.

He smiled. Oh. That was it. He felt somehow proud but determined to show you how well you could take all of him.

"Pretty princess. I'll be gentle… at first." He said, kissing your shoulders.

His lips made you relax, his hand back in between your legs to roll soft circles, alternating between plunging his fingers inside you.

He pulled his boxers back down, straightening up as he kept fingering you softly, his other hand back to pumping him.

"Relax love. You can take it. We'll work together. I'll make you feel good baby." He praised.

"Please Simon…" you moaned, hips grinding and moans escaping you. "Please.. take me."

He felt something like a cold shower that left a burning mess behind it. His hands reached for the panties, pulling harshly and ripping them apart, watching them fall to your ankles. You had yelped, a little giggle mixed with it. It made him smile. He positioned himself at your entrance. Tip brushing up hand down to coat it with your sticky slick. His fingers gathered more to coat his entire length.

"You alright baby? You tell me when you're ready." He warned, fingers still teasing your clit.

"I'm ready… I want you…" you whispered, looking back at him.

"Ok. Eyes on me. I want to see your face." He ordered.

His thrust was slow, tiny back and forths where he deepened his cock further into you, making sure your wall would slowly stretch open for him. His muscles were tense, grip firm on your hips, promising little bruises the next day. Maybe he'd stay long enough to see them by morning. When he bottomed out, his mind went blank, only the sweet feeling of his cock buried inside you clouding his mind.

He could feel you pulsating around him from the intrusion. He gave you a good minute to adapt before starting slow thrusts. God… you were such a sensitive little bunny. Every thrust made you whine or moan. He could get addicted to this. He shouldn't. Couldn't. It'd be the death of him. The death of you. Strings desperately trying to tie each other when he knew. You knew. You should cut them.

He increased pace when he felt the way your plush walls invited him in. His grip on your hips pulling you on his cock in motion with his thrusts. He saw you. Trying to muffle your moans with your hands.

He immediately reached for your wrists, stopping his thrust as he pulled them behind your back.

"I said. I want to hear all of you."

"My… neighb-" you tried, the rest getting lost in a loud moan as he resumed his deep thrusts.

"I hope they fucking do. Hear how good you're getting fucked. Want you to remember that I'm the one who made you feel like this." He groaned, getting blessed by the way you released your voice for him. It was good. God so fucking good. Too good for the broken murderer he was. He indulged himself in you. In the way you felt. The whine and whimpers of his name. He felt something wanting to claw out. More than possessiveness. Weird. This should be sex. That's all.

He pulled out, earning a pitiful 'no please' from you. He let go of your wrists, softly pulling you up, turning you around. You looked up at him confused.

"Bedroom?" He growled.

"U.. upstairs.. first door on the righ-"

He picked you up, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist as he headed for the stairs, forehead on forehead. You barely registered how quick he had climbed the stairs, too lost in his eyes. He put you down on the bed carefully, as if too scared to break you. He remained in between your legs. Pumping himself at the new divine sight of you, legs wide open for him, a look of worship on your face.

Unworthy of it. Fucking bastard.

He leaned down, kissing you, trying to erase that look from your face, only to be left with it burnt behind his eyelids, in the back of his mind. Cursed to see it for the rest of his days. He felt your legs around his waist, your hips rising to feel his tip at your entrance again. He obeyed. Of course he did. If he couldn't allow you to worship him, he'd worship you. If merely for a few hours.

You looked up at him. Fingers intertwining in the chain of his dog tags. You brought it to your lips, dropping a little kiss.

He pushed his cock back inside, the feeling almost comforting. This time it felt worse. Because it felt, oh! so much better. The way you wrapped your arms around his torso as you let go of the dog tags, nails scratching, sure to mark him. Body pressed against each other. He shifted, pulling your legs on his shoulders putting you in a mating press, your wrists above your head, secured in his calloused hand. He could pound you deep. Hard. Hitting that little spot that made you squeeze him.

"Good girl. Fuck… such a good girl. Doing so good for me." He praised, feeling the way you grinded against him, close to your high. "See? I told you… you're taking me so well. So good."

"Simon~"

Fuck.

"That's it baby. Keep moaning my name." He growled.

You chanted his name, again and again. One would say it like a prayer. But it felt like a spell, ensnaring him.

"Gonn-" you tried in between the moaning and his name.

"I know baby, cum for me. Cum all over this fat cock" he smirked.

Your moans only grew higher. His own release was so close. And then you trembled. His name almost screamed through the blinding pleasure. He praised you, softly against your ear, as he pounded you with everything he had through your orgasm.

"Oh fuck.. Fuck.. baby…I'm so fucking close…" he moaned against your ear, your moans still clouding his mind as tears had swelled up in your eyes, rolling down your cheeks, from the oversensitivity. His hips faltered. He had meant to pull out. Finish on your stomach. He lowered your legs to get ready for it, only to have you wrap them around his waist tightly.

"Baby.." he warned in a choked moan.

You pulled him closer.

"Princess.." he warned again, voice more threatening.

Empty threats of course. Because he had meant to pull out. But fuck did he wanted to fill you up. He chuckled darkly, feeling the way you clenched around him again.

"Gimme another one. Come baby… I'll fill you up. You're going to take… oh fuck… take all of my cum." He groaned, hips still thrusting.

He was glad for the stamina he had built over time in the military. He would have hated himself to not enjoy this to the fullest. His dirty talk brought you to the edge. Cumming all over his cock a second time, hiccups and tears. He couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

"Take it all baby… don't waste a drop.." he growled, thrusting deep inside you, balls tightening and cock twitching.

He came deep. Way too deep for the safety of this encounter. He filled you up with guttural moans and groans, slamming his hips into your a few times.

He remained like this. Panting, wiping the tears off of your cheeks softly.

"Shh…good girl… you did such a good job.." he praised.

Fuck. Yes you did. He didn't want to pull out. Didn't want to put his clothes back on and ride away. He'd probably crash his bike at the thought of what just happened. He reluctantly pulled out, watching his cum slowly drip out of your pussy. He'd think about the reality of that another time as he pushed it back inside with his fingers. He watched you, panting, eyes closed with your wet cheeks. He closed your legs softly to stand up.

Your eyes snapped open as you immediately reached for his wrist. He looked at you intensely. You didn't want him to leave yet. Poor thing.

"It's ok baby. Just gonna grab something to clean you up." He assured you.

You nodded, relaxing as you laid back down. He walked to your bathroom, a glimpse of him in the mirror, he winced. Bloody hell. He pulled his mask back down, grabbing a small towel. He walked back to the bedroom, looking at you. God. Fuck. He just wanted to curse again and again, as his mind felt completely overpowered by the sight of you. Strangers, yet…

He stepped closer to you. He knelt down on the bed as you opened your eyes, looking up at him. He grabbed your thigh, softly opening them to clean you up. You blushed and looked away.

"Eyes on me."

What was that?! Fuck's sake Riley, let it GO she's not-.

You looked back at him. Breath quickening. He finished cleaning you up, throwing the towel somewhere before simply remaining there. Waiting. Not truly understanding what he was waiting for.

"Will…" he stared at you as you spoke. "Will you stay with me…?" You asked.

Yes. That's what he was waiting for.

"I'm a stranger…" he repeated.

"I.." you sounded sad.

Strangers who fucked. Maybe more.

"You're Simon…"

He felt his heart jump. Not entirely strangers. Not anymore.

"I'll stay…" he grumbled.

You smiled a bit as he laid down next to you, harshly pulling on the covers to make sure you were both covered. You cuddled up next to him, his arms snaking around your waist. He closed his eyes. This was ok. Just for the night. Just for the night…

In the early morning. As he stood next to his bike on the driveway. The sun was barely shining on the horizon. You were still sleeping soundly in bed. He grabbed his helmet, ready to put it on when a small piece of paper fell from it. He frowned, bending down to grab it. A phone number. How did you?... Didn't matter. He smirked, putting it in his pocket before putting the helmet on and riding back home. The numbers felt they were burning in the pocket. Perhaps. Just a text.

[ladyannemarie5]

I finally got to watch “The Witcher: Sirens of the Deep” again, so here's the third part of:

Things we learned/confirmed about our bard in “The Witcher: Sirens of the deep”

Geralt is always ready to protect his bard on hunts.

He and Geralt share the coins from the hunts and his performances as a bard (awww like in the fanfics). 

He often suffers from financial problems thanks to sharing Geralt's coin and moral code (but he never leaves him alone)

Geralt lets Jaskier touch him as he pleases even though physically Jaskier couldn't move an inch of the witcher if Geralt didn't want to (you know, that scene at the beginning where they're in the tavern, Geralt gets up to leave and Jaskier with a firm hand on his shoulder puts him back in his sit)

He went to Bremervoord, his old town where no one appreciated him and he suffered from bullying and from which he fled so desperately to be himself, just because Geralt was avoiding you-know-who.

He never misses an opportunity to badmouth Yennefer LOL.

He was the driver of the carriage on Ellander's trip to Möen that Yennefer was talking about in S3E1 where she and Geralt did everything but talk (to be honest, I'm not really sure on this point but in the scene where the driver is seen steering the carriage you can see a blue doublet that may be Jaskier's trademark, but maybe I'm just projecting my bard on everything LOL)

It's Jaskier The Bard, The Song Don of Oxenfurt, The Crooner of the Continent

Essi “Little eye” is like Jaskier's little sister and the bard's #1 defender (Sooo cute and sad considering that probably, and following canon, that was the last time Jaskier saw Essi)

Geralt only learned that “Julian” was the bard's real name 20 years later. 

He used to say he was originally from Oxenfurt (considering this point, it makes me wonder at what point the Viscount of Lettenhove thing came in).

He was meant to be a man of the sea, but he was “creative and different and they treated him horrible because of that” (MY SHYLAAAAAA, I liked that they gave more lore to his past, is it better than what I've read in fanfics? I don't think so, but it's appreciated anyway)

He's a superstar, master of the scene (we already knew this but it never hurts to remember it).

Jaskier steals Geralt's beer 

Geralt is quite used to Jaskier's nonsense and dramatics (that scene where Jaskier spits out the beer, which he took from Geralt, for knowing that Essi is a bard and the witcher just shakes the drink off without blinking)

“If you know my name, it's because you know his songs” (What the hell???? Geralt was so ready to defend his bard's honor).

Jaskier is Geralt's official wingman (he just doesn't want him to be with Yennefer). 

Geralt hunts and cooks for him (awwww)

Jaskier doesn't like Geralt's cooking.

Jaskier knows that Geralt has a big heart and is a softie. 

And there was only one tent, Geralt sleeps outside the tent (probably to keep watch, but there's no way they haven't shared a tent at least once)

Jaskier is a very heavy sleeper

As a bard, he is aware of political, social and economic issues in many parts of the Continent (which helped Geralt to solve the Sirens' problem). 

He is the beauty and moral support in the team (he is gorgeous).

Geralt removes Jaskier from the path of danger (that scene where Melusina in the form of the princess goes for Geralt and he removes Jaskier)

No matter what anyone says, Jaskier solved the case. 

Moral support of Geralt when they call him “sewer cleaner”. 

“And yet, for all the talk of Witchers lacking emotions, I know how to hurt you *proceeds to order Jaskier's death.

Jaskier was already saying goodbye to Geralt and blaming himself for returning to Bremervoord.

Jaskier may always be the damsel in distress, but when the situation calls for it he knows how to use a sword and fight in spite of his fears (keep the swords away from the bard when he is shocked and scared)

Zelest, welcome to Jaskier's harem.

Despite all the drama and commotion in the fights, Geralt constantly checks that his bard is alive and well, always ready to drop everything and help if needed.

Jaskier is quite used to Geralt's favorite technique of being eaten.

Jaskier has been to many royal weddings 

Jaskier gave up his life and everything he knew in order to fulfill his dream of being a bard (and he made the right decision) 

“But for now, looks like Jaskier will have to do” (To be honest, I don't know how to take this lol).

Jaskier is the one who decides where to go in his adventures with Geralt. 

The whole Sirens of the deep is set immediately before the dragon hunt (and that breaks my heart)

And last but not least, Joey Batey is the love of my life (and I love that they respected his incredibly blue eyes). 

(I didn't think this would turn out to be so long but here we are, sorry for the verbal vomit).

You can check the previous parts here and here

[marlodramatic]

pick me! pick me!

I literally became a fan like a week ago and I have some insane insight still fresh in my mind. I will disclose: I knew sorta about them. I am younger than them but don't remember anyone directly speaking about them in my presence. I heard their names mid 10s but not sure related to what, and I remember Tumblr exploding when they came out, but again, none of my mutuals in my previous blogs were phans. I again heard about them when they came back from hiatus in the form of trending topics on this site.

Now, I think anyone who boils down DNP's popularity to "are they or aren't they?" (including baby boy Danny) are oversimplifying it, and it's horrendously self-deprecating of Dan, which, mood.

With my limited knowledge of them, the above points of awareness in my small corner of the world were more the introverted weirdos happy to have serotonin. Games, banter, comfort.

My many blogs across this site and my subscriptions on yt were like anime (hello, sailor moon revival blog) and I was cosplaying as a (secretly) bisexual christian good girl who didn't even know what trans or cis was. So I did see a few very rare strays of assumptions which were always clapped into silence by people asking for respect.

When they came out, I didn't see anyone ship in my newer, more closeted blogs. Instead, again, an outpouring of love and support and applause for the videos. (I think at that point I just assumed they were married and had a strong fanbase atp)

When they came back and blew this shit up again, I only ever saw happy humans. Again, games, some bunch of shit I didn't recognize then but now realize was the weird ass alien language???, and just overall chaotic disbelief that they came back. (And bets whether 1D were next.)

I did see a few more theories then that they might be romantic but not the creepy, mouth foaming insane and perverted assumptions about them. These things fizzled away under the countdown. (Ig to the next video? Idk, weird time for me irl)

My impression from the very far outside has been they're weirdo gamers on yt with their niche super fanbase.

In fact the many people, besides my Cynical Friend, I've spoken to irl have the understanding that Dan and Phil are just a comedic pair of gamers.

That was why when I was having an almost 24hr panic attack after literally fleeing my whole life, I tried them out. Anyone even scrolling through my posts in the tags has seen me fall for them. My anxiety is much better, my mind is on them instead of Death™️ snd I've laughed so hard I almost had an accident at 32.

It really is so easy to believe and fed the negative assumptions about ourselves. Dan has inspired and helped MILLIONS. Dan has done publicly what some of us cannot think privately. Phil has probably saved more lives than he can imagine. Phil probably couldn't understand his mere existence is comforting, with his breezy attitude and smile. It's not a fatal flaw to fail to see how others perceive us, but it is a tragedy that the viewpoint we focus on is negative.

When I spoke to my Cynical Friend, she went off about shippers. She always does. And three years after learning about real people ships, I've never been able to put into words that I'm not spying or prying or obsessed with these perfect matches.

I couldn't explain why I found Ryan Bergara looking at Shane Madej in the early years spark some vague recognition, or why when I found out about the Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson ship I literally LITERALLY almost died. But after watching Dan and Phil, I knew exactly why some people might comb over thousands of moments with a fine tooth comb or play videos at .75 or read interviews in magazines they'f never even heard of. The answer fell off my lips and after, I understood, "I just want to see gay people happy." And it wasn't "gay people in love."

It is so easy to simplify and explain away your success and accomplishments with dribble. It's easy to overlook someone else's feelings because of your own. It's not easy being known, it's not easy being overstimulated with the same damn shit, but it's your responisibility to improve the way you think.

So on the off chance Dan or Phil see this, you're looking at a very loud section of the Phandom. To the majority of us, we tune in, rewatch because we like the content you show us.

Source: youtube comments, phans who have talked to me, people blogging in tags, phanart, the far and old reaches of the community they have built.

Ok I’ve just had a truely eye opening conversation, I was talking to a non dan and Phil fan friend of mine and she casually said “oh well people only really watched them because it was like the mystery of whether they were together or not”

and then I remembered the line in Dan’s diss track where he says “the only reason you get views is because you’re another white guy that people ship with his friend because they think it’s kawaii” and now I’m thinking, is this true?

like I personally would watch them no matter what, like even if they both had secret other spouses, it makes me sad though that the general public and maybe even dan and Phil themselves could think that the only reason they’re entertaining is because their relationship is ambiguous, I think they’re genuinely very smart and incredible entertainers and they should be proud of that

[petrichoravery]

But you peeked right over somehow | s.r

summery: your disbelief in love has always held you back from a relationship with Spencer, but you think it's time to be brave now.

word count: 2k

warnings: reader is avoidant and makes some weird decisions, but, like, be nice to her please, she's scared; mentions of avoidant attachment style, toxic relationships (someone having made r feel stupid and worthless in the past) and of parents fighting, but nothing detailed; reader is also mentioned to be drunk once, but it’s in past tense and it’s really just the word mentioned. English is not my first language.

a/n: the pictures are obviously no indication of how reader looks, they are just there to make this all look pretty and aesthetically pleasing. I've tried my best not to describe any physical appearance of reader. reader means a lot to me, I hope you’ll like her. Also, the gorgeous!! dividers are not mine, all credits to @/enchanthings-a on tumblr. The title is from 'circling' by tiny habits

You didn't believe in love—not the one in the movies, anyway. Your sad attempts at it have always ended with you feeling lonelier than before and your parents… well, let's just say they're not the best example either. So you built the walls higher and higher, placing brick upon brick, so no one would be able to look over them.

Until you met Spencer.

He has nested himself between the bricks like wisteria and has been so impossibly stubborn, but so kind about it, too. Never asking for more than the few fleeting moments you had. To the point were you weren't even sure if you wanted to rid yourself of him anymore.

You had met him at a reading of your favourite book a few years ago. You had forgotten your book on your seat and he had ran out and handed it back to you, a white piece of paper with messy handwriting in black ink slipped in between the pages. I like your taste in books, maybe you could recommend me some:). it had said, with his number on the bottom.

You had been friends for a while after that, because you always blocked his attempts of turning what you had into more.

Until one drunken mistake on your side turned into two and the two of you decided that: friends kiss, right? (Well, you decided it, Spencer was just happy to go along with whatever you were most comfortable with.)

For a while you convinced yourself that whatever you were feeling—the butterflies in your stomach, the way your heart was racing every time he touched you—was just lust. It was easier than admitting that you were falling hopelessly in love with him.

So when you woke up this morning, in your bed with him sleeping next to you, you couldn't help but watch him. The way the soft morning light, shining through the silk curtains, drew shapes onto his skin, the way his brown curls framed his face. You just hardly resisted the urge to reach out and touch him, your hand curling into a fist so hard that your nails dug half-moon shapes into your palm.

You got up after a few moments. Quietly, so you wouldn’t wake him. He landed in Virginia late after a case, but still decided to come over to your apartment, because he had forgotten something there. You ended up, self-sabotagingly, inviting him to stay the night and now you were here; with an angel in your bed and a devil on your shoulder.

You tip-toed into your kitchen, finally being able to breathe a little louder. Leaning onto the counter, hanging your head, you felt pathetic. This wasn't how things go for you, normally. You didn't pine and, even worse, yearn (you gagged at just the thought) for men like you were right now.

Then again, Spencer was far from normal.

And because of that, your heart was racing and you caught yourself, more often than not, at the bookstore in the classic section, asking yourself if Spencer had that copy of war and peace already. He probably did.

You scoff at yourself. Maybe you just needed to go to the club again. Cleanse yourself of this feeling. Forget about him and his stupid brown eyes, the way his hands feel when they— Stop.

"Are you okay?" A sleepy voice asks from the doorway.

You turn slowly. Spencer was still in his oversized gray sleep shirt, the fabric worn-out and thin. His hair a mess of brown, soft curls. God, get it together.

"Yeah," you mumble, "just…headaches."

He steps closer, careful, as if not to startle you. "Do you need anything? Ibuprofen?"

"No, I'm okay. Thank you."

He nods, but his eyes search your face. It’s clear that he knows something is off—he's a profiler, after all. He smoothes his hand over your wooden counter top and you wish so badly that those calloused hands were running over your skin instead.

"Breakfast?" You croak, already turning around and rummaging the cabinets for two mugs.

A hand finds your wrist, turning you around with a gentleness you're not sure you deserve. You pull away quickly, as if his touch burned you.

He frowns a little, but doesn't comment on it. "I'd love breakfast," he pauses, "Can you talk to me? Please?"

His idiotically big puppy-dog eyes and the way his hand feels on your skin makes you want to kiss him stupid.

So you do, impulsively. Kissing him was so much better than answering his questions and he might forget, as a good side affect—

Spencer pushed against your shoulders gently, untangling your lips from another after indulging for a short second—he was just a man, after all.

He knew that you were only kissing him to distract from the topic at hand and he also knew, that he would forget about this conversation too quickly if he let you.

"Not that I don't love kissing you, but something is bothering you and I want to understand what it is. So can you please talk to me?"

"About what?" You try and he looks at you, disbelieving.

"Come on—" he says your name, and it's so soft, "You've always been careful with the idea of an relationship with me, but it's been getting worse. You tense up every time I touch you and tip-toe around me. I just want to know if I did something to upset you. I want to fix it."

Your skin is crawling with his rejection of the kiss and you can't help the words of defensiveness bursting out of you. "You can't always fix everything, Spencer. I'm not just another case to solve."

Spencer doesn’t even flinch. "I know you're not. I'm sorry, my wording was off. I know something happened to you in the past and you need it slow and that's okay. I never pushed and I'm not pushing right now, but I want to understand what it is, what's going on in your head."

He was being so, so kind. You felt like crying. "Nothing! Nothing is going on in my head, just—" You feel like an animal in a cage, ready to chew off your foot to get out of the trap.

Spencer lets his hands drop from your shoulder to his side again, knowing you well enough to know that touch may not be comforting to you right now.

The gesture grounds you, reminds you that you are talking to kind, gentle Spencer, that he is only worried about you. So you try to reel back, trying your best to be just as kind, to be deserving of him. But you're a viper full of venom and you're sure you might never be able to purge it from your body enough to ever deserve him.

"I'm sorry." You whisper, looking down at your miss-matched socks.

"It's okay. I understand." He's not sure what to do. An aggressive UnSub was nothing in comparison to you being uncomfortable and him being unable to help. "We don't have to talk about it. We can eat breakfast and I'll tell you about the stars again."

His lips quirk a little as you laugh, even if it was just the smallest sound, it was something.

"No, it's okay. I—" You have been knocking on Spencer's door and running away before he could welcome you in for too long. You have decided that you're ready to pass the doorstep now.

Your therapist has advised you to get out of comfort zone more, anyway, and if Spencer leaves after this conversation, at least you can go back to not believing in love. "I figured I had to tell you at some point. If I really wanted this to be a thing."

You gesture between the two of you at the last part, voice dropping to a quieter tone and you look up at him though your lashes without lifting your head.

He looks surprised. That's okay. You'll just laugh and pretend it was a joke—

"Yeah," he steps closer, brushing hair out of your face, "if that's what you want. I’m not forcing you to."

"I know you're not." You sigh, closing your eyes as his fingertips brush against your jaw. "Truth is, nothing really happened. I guess I've just had rotten luck in love."

The hair tie you're wearing on your wrist is suddenly so interesting and you chew on your lip to have something to do with your mouth, otherwise you'd just blurt out everything he wants to know.

"My parents have been fighting more than they haven't since I've been really young. Nothing too bad, but it was obvious that they weren't in love. I doubt they ever were."

Spencer doesn't say anything, choosing to let you finish without comment. He knows what's coming, he's been through it, too. Parents who fight, relationships that fail, never feeling loved in the way the movies show you. It can make you feel hopeless.

"I was a late bloomer, I guess. I've had my first relationship at twenty-two. Not that I cared, I had convinced myself that I didn't want love at that point, anyway. So when I did find it… I was elated. I thought, yes! finally it's my turn. Well, they hurt me quite badly, made me feel bad for everything that I didn't know, like—like they were better than me. Maybe they were, I don't know, it doesn't matter."

Ouch. Spencer thought. No one deserves that. Much less you. His hands find your wrist again and his thumb slides over your pulse point.

"They're not." He says with so much conviction that you have no choice but to believe him. "Someone who makes people feel bad for trying to learn things is not, in any way, better than the person who is trying."

You shake your head. "No, it's okay. I— yeah. It's whatever. It just hurt in that moment."

You do that a lot, Spencer notes, pushing your feelings onto your past-self like they don't affect you now, when he knows they do. Or else you wouldn't be here.

"I did go on a few date after that," you continue after a short pause, "but I kept myself locked away pretty tightly. Never let it go further than the third date. A few years later, when I let someone else in, it got quite toxic, quite quickly. From both sides. We were dependent and avoidant at the same time. They were just…they showed me off a lot and were so gentle and kind, but I realised after a while that it was just their way of making sure I stayed. And I…I started feeling trapped and accused them of some pretty messed up stuff. We didn't make it really far after that."

Tears start building on your lash line and you look at the ceiling, begging them to stay buried. That was your tell, Spencer knew it too well. He brushed his thumb under your eyes.

"You don't have to." He murmurs.

"I'm almost done." You promise and look at him for the first time since you started the story. "I didn't have any serious relationships after that, just…harmless flirting, but I was too scared to let myself fall again. I never felt loved enough, I guess…or I was just selfish and greedy."

Spencer shakes his head. "You deserve the love you want." Ducking his head, he makes sure you're looking at him. "That's not selfish."

"I think I did." You whisper with the shyness of a high-school kid, eyes searching between his. "Find it, I mean."

The corners of Spencer's mouth lift into his wonderful smile and for once in your life you know you've said the right thing.

"Lucky me." He answers, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you against him gently.

"Yeah. Lucky." You breathe out, wrapping your arms around his waist. It was clear that you don't quite know just how lucky someone must be to have you in their life and Spencer was going to work hard to make you will.

You bury your face into his shoulder, breathing in his scent. "Thank you." You whisper.

"Don't thank me yet." He chuckles softly, his warm breath tickling the top of your head. You melt into him at his words, as if his stupid joke had a magical soothing effect. Of course you'd thank him. You won't stop thanking him for being him until you were six feet under.

"I'm sorry for snapping. I just—"

"Don't. It's okay. You don't need to explain yourself to me." He says, earnestly, into your hair.

"I know I don't. It wasn't fair of me, though."

"Maybe. But better unfair and raw, than fair and polished. I want you, un-performing."

You sigh into his shoulder and try not to cry in gratitude.

Being open was hard when you've been burnt for it before and you knew there was much to overcome, but you didn't doubt one bit, that you could overcome every hurdle with the help of Spencer. Step by step growing on your walls together. Wisteria and ivy.

a/n: please don't hesitate to send me your thoughts and show support by re-blogging and liking if you liked the fic!!

[secret-moonstruck]

UNDER THE SPELL OF THE MOON | ENHYPEN ??

Weekly challenge: secret-moonstruck x callmemonster68

— Pairing: enhypen x fem!reader | (Masterlist)

— Synopsis: Only one victim, only one heart was needed for Y/N to invoke her powers through the moon. But seven could be much more appetizing.

— Genre: smut, gore.

— Words: 5.512.

— Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, praising, cum inside, making out, clit play, begging, hickeys, cum eating, overstimulation, injuries, slaps, pet play, submission, blood, gore, death, murder.

— Notes: I'm new to this writing thing, and English is not my first language. Sorry for not writing so well, I wish to improve and bring better and well-written stories.

Y/N's golden eyes sparkled as she watched from the top of the building the group of friends leaving a restaurant. Her pointy, red nails drummed on the floor beside her as a smile covered her lips.

Normally she would just wait for the night of the full moon to arrive, then choose a pure and innocent victim with a kind soul, take her to her home where she would devour his heart, intensifying his powers and extending his immortality.

But she still had time, so she spent the whole night observing this group of friends, they were as close as brothers, there was a connection between them that Y/N could feel even from a distance. They were the type of people who would do anything for each other, a connection probably created over many years since they were children. A connection that Y/N would love to ruin, a connection that would certainly leave their sweet little hearts in pieces when broken, making them even tastier, and giving Y/N much more power. She decided to have some fun for the next few days before performing the ritual.

Y/N waited for them to separate and he chose your victim.

Sunghoon was alone, the empty and silent street now wet from the sudden rain, it was then that he heard the sound of crying in the distance in an alley. He followed the sound and as he turned the corner he saw the girl lying on the ground, injured, crying, her clothes soaked and dirty.

- Oh my god, what happened to you? - He asked worriedly, approaching the girl, trying to lift her.

- I was attacked, a strange creature, I managed to escape but I couldn't go any further. - She said desperately through tears.

- Come, I'll help you.  - He lifted her onto his lap, as she didn't seem able to walk at the moment.

Not knowing what to do, Sunghoon took the girl to his apartment.

- Thank you for helping me. My name is Y/N. - She said as she left the bathroom, now clean, dry and wearing Sunghoon's clothes. 

- Imagine, it was nothing. Are you better? - He asked approaching her. - I'm Sunghoon.

- Yes, I am, thank you very much. - She replied, but she was holding her arm covering something.

Sunghoon noticed this and took her hand away noticing a wound, he turned her around and noticed that the wound went to her back.

- You're not well. - He said scolding her. - Come on, let's take care of this.

He made her sit on the couch with her back facing him while he tended to the wound, but the wound was covered by the shirt she was wearing.

- Y/N... I'm sorry but I can't take care of that part.

- Okay. Just a minute. - Y/N replied, adjusting herself.

Sunghoon was shocked, she simply took off her shirt and held it against her chest. Your back completely exposed to him. 

Not knowing how to react he started to tend to the wound, he didn't know what to think, how could she do that if she didn't even know him. What if he was someone bad and attacked her?

Sunghoon's long fingers slowly touched Y/N's bare back, he had already finished treating the wound but without realizing it he began to caress her soft skin, causing goosebumps.

- Sunghoon… - Y/N moaned his name, almost inaudible, but he heard her. 

He continued to caress her, his hands passing through her arms as he approached her body, he seemed in a trance, she automatically tilted her neck, leaving it exposed to him, who slowly distributed kisses.

Sunghoon didn't know what was happening, he never acted like this on impulse, with a stranger, but something about her was enchanting him. He couldn't think, his body just acted on instinct. He turned her towards him and kissed her, an intense kiss and even though it was soft it was covered in flames. Both being set on fire as he pulled her onto his lap, stripping her of her clothes, Y/N's eager hands doing the same to him. I wish them consuming in an explosion of pleasure, a night he was sure he would never forget.

The next morning, when Sunghoon woke up Y/N was missing, she left a note.

“I'm sorry about yesterday, I hope you don't think wrong about me, I'm not that kind of person, something about you weakened me, I acted without thinking. I'm sorry."

Sunghoon felt that the note had a sweet aroma, and as he reread the note he felt a burning sensation in his chest, when he looked at what it was he saw a strange mark, it looked like some kind of writing marking in red, but he couldn't identify it, his chest burned again and the mark disappeared.

Jay didn't like going to parties but it was his friend's birthday so he agreed to go. He just stood there among his friends drinking while watching the dance floor. He was bored, he wanted to get away from there, it was noisy, crowded, hot, uncomfortable, he just wanted to be in the comfort of his home.

He was about to say goodbye to his friends when he saw her. He couldn't help but smile at how lost the girl looked, her innocent eyes looking around looking scared of the crowd. She was beautiful, she didn't have the look of someone who was there to have sex with anyone, she had an appearance with a subtle and natural sensuality, contrasting with her innocent look. Jay felt sorry for her and decided to see if she needed help.

- Sorry to approach you like this, but do you need help? Are you looking for someone?

- Ooooh, my friends disappeared, I don't know if they left, I don't even know how I'm going to get home, I don't even know where this place is. - She seemed worried.

- Hmmm, well, if you accept trusting a stranger. I can take it. - He offered it to her. - My name is Jay.

- Serious? Will you help me? Thanks Jay. - She jumped excitedly. – Me I call Y/N. Thank you very much indeed.

As they approached the car, Jay noticed that Y/N stopped walking.

- I'm sorry, Jay.  - Y/N said between tears. - I lied, my friends didn't leave me alone. They saw that I was interested in you and let me see if I could get close to you. I'm sorry. You don't have to take me. I'm sorry, I'll call them.

He stopped for a moment, watching her as he thought. He normally wouldn't go out with a stranger he met at a random party. But something about her attracted him, he felt something pulling him towards that girl, who had a balance of innocence and sensuality. He saw her face in tears and wanted to protect her from anything that made her cry, but it also made him want to.

- Don't be sorry Y/N, I'm not mad or anything. - He said caressing her face. - You wanted my attention and you got it.

Jay held her face between his big hands and kissed her. It started out as something soft and gentle, but little by little he felt himself burning up for her. He pulled her closer, his hands going down to her exposed legs, he was about to lift her up when he remembered they were in a public parking lot. He wouldn't do that to her there.

- Y/N if you really want to go through with this, we can go to my apartment. - He said to the girl who just nodded, her face red and anxious.

When they arrived at Jay's apartment, they barely made it through the door before he kissed her again, a trail of clothes everywhere they went. His body burned against hers, their bodies seemed to recognize each other as they moved in sync, while sighs mixed throughout the room.

Jay woke up in the middle of the night with Y/N ​​still lying on his chest as he felt his chest burning, he watched as a strange mark appeared over it, the strange letters disappearing as quickly as they appeared. He thought it was some dream so he just ignored it.

Sunoo was walking back to her apartment when he saw her hunched over, huddled in front of the apartment next door, she looked frustrated.

- Hello, did something happen? - He asked the girl gently.

- Oooh, I moved away little by little to this apartment…but I'm so stupid that I forgot my password. - She replied making a face.

Sunoo laughed, she looked cute, but he noticed how she was wearing a short white dress, which didn't make sense since it was really cold.

- How about we do it like this? You can come in and warm up a bit while you try to remember your password. - He offered, worried that she would freeze there. - Could it be?

- Would you do that? Aaaah thank you so much, I was afraid I was going to freeze to death…my brain apparently already froze. - She joked.

While she was trying to remember her password, Sunoo made them hot chocolate. Neither of them noticed the hours passing as they chatted animatedly, Y/N for a moment forgot why she was there, she really was comfortable with his sweetness. But as easily as she forgot, she remembered why she was there, she had no time to waste. Maintaining her awkward posture, she spilled her hot chocolate on him.

- Oh no, I'm sorry Sunoo. - She desperately tried to help him. - This is so hot, did you burn yourself?

- No, it's okay.  - He smiled calming her before getting up and heading towards the kitchen. - There's no need to worry Y/N, it's okay.

- Here, let me help you. - She said following him.

She tugged at the hem of his sweatshirt pulling it up helping him take it off.

- Are you sure you didn't burn yourself? - She asked, while innocently pulling his shirt to see if his body wasn't burned.

He felt like he had caught her belly but he didn't want to make her feel guilty so he lied, that it hadn't burned as he pulled his shirt back but she could still see it.

- Chocolate burn can get ugly, we need to take care of it. - She scolded him.

She asked where there were things to take care of the burn, he said he had them in his room and she dragged him there making him show her where it was.

Y/N made him sit on the bed after he handed over the box with the necessary things. She tried to take care of the wound by lifting his shirt just a little, but it kept getting in the way so she made him take it off. Sunoo felt embarrassed but obeyed her.

As Y/N's gentle fingers tended to the burn he tried to ignore the shivers on his body. She blew gently after applying the ointment, making him even more tense.

- You are very beautiful Sunoo. - Y/N said softly, looking into his eyes, her fingers gently running over his skin.

- I… yeah… Thank you… I guess… - He was very nervous. - Have you finished?

- Not yet. - Y/N replied, bringing her face closer to his.

Sunoo tried to pull away but his body wouldn't allow it, he wanted this, something about her paralyzed him, he couldn't help but yearn for this kiss. Giving up he gave in and kissed her, an unknown heat suddenly emerging shocking him. Without realizing it, he deepened the kiss, making it more intense, pulling her onto his lap, her hands glued to his bare chest, while she moved on his lap, rubbing herself, making him excited. 

- Stop Y/N, please, if it continues like this there is no going back. - He asked when breaking the kiss, his eyes still closed, avoiding looking at her, if he saw her he would give in again.

Y/N smiled, he was really trying hard, she could feel how his soul was so deliciously sweet, his heart too good, she wanted to devour him right there, but it wasn't the time yet.

- So there's no turning back, because I want you Sunoo. - She whispered before kissing him again.

Sunoo threw away the last bit of control, desire consuming him. The desire to possess her was too strong, he had never felt anything like it. He lost consciousness, his clothes disappearing in seconds as their bodies became one.

He was immersed in pleasure when he felt the burning in his chest, different from when he burned himself earlier, he felt the letters being engraved under Y/N's touch, that pain causing more pleasure blinding him, he couldn't take it anymore.

The next day Sunoo was still trying to clear his mind, he looked at his chest in the mirror, looking for the mark, he was sure of what he saw and felt, but the mark wasn't there...Maybe he imagined it.

Heeseung passed in front of the flower shop and saw Y/N coming out carrying so many flowers that it was obvious that she wouldn't be able to go far as it covered her vision.

- Do you want help? - Heeseung offered politely.

- You are an angel, thank you very much.

Y/N explained that she needed to make a delivery but the delivery guy would take a while so she was going in person as it wasn't too far away. He offered to give her a ride.

During the way Heeseung felt discomfort, the smell of the flowers was making him dizzy, feverish, he didn't understand why. But everything got worse on the way back, and Y/N, realizing he insisted on waiting a while in his store, offered him a cold juice to try to get better.

Heeseung didn't understand what was happening, his body felt strange, and his mind became cloudy, his eyes followed Y/N as she walked around the store arranging flowers, organizing orders, he struggled to look away when she went up the stairs looking for something on the high shelves, her short skirt revealing too much, it was becoming unbearable for him, every minute there made him feel guilty for the thoughts that were starting to invade his mind.

- I better go. Thank you, I'm better now. - Heeseung dropped the glass and was about to leave when Y/N interrupted him.

- No, you're hot, you could get sick on the street. - Y/N was touching her feverish face. - Heeseung… maybe you are sensitive to aromas?

- What? Why? - What did that have to do with it? He didn't understand.

- Well, some aromas can be aphrodisiacs, especially for people who are sensitive to them.

- Can what? 

- Don't you know what it means? - Y/N's eyes were fixed on his as she inched closer and closer.

- I know. - Heeseung was nervous about the proximity, so he felt like he was trapped between Y/N and a table.

- So, I'm sorry, my flowers caused this to you...maybe to apologize, I can help you. 

Heeseung didn't try to run away or fight his desires, instead he pulled Y/N into a kiss, which burned as much as his body.

Fortunately they were almost at the back of the store, or anyone passing by would see what was happening there, Y/N leaning against the table while Heeseung possessed her body, his hands holding her hair pulling her closer to him, just so he could distribute kisses to her exposed neck.

His body burned so much as he moved against her that he barely cared as the letters glowed across his chest, burning into his skin.

Ni-Ki was arriving at the club when he saw Y/N trying to break free from a drunk guy, he didn't hesitate to hit the guy.

- Are you well? - Ni-Ki asked Y/N.

- Yes, thank you very much, that guy was disgusting.

They entered the club together, his friends were calling him, but he ignored them and went with Y/N ​​to the bar where they talked for a long time while drinking. Y/N showing her charms that perfectly fused between innocence and sensuality, attracting Ni-Ki's interest more and more, her smiles and looks expressing desire, not like someone who goes after anyone at the bar, but for him, just for him. Y/N getting closer and closer as the topic became less superfluous, becoming more intimate.

When Ni-Ki was sure she didn't show any signs of hesitation he kissed her, and at that moment her flame consumed him. When he felt how the situation was progressing he broke the kiss, no words were needed for both of them to know that they should take this to a more private place.

As the club had a private area, he asked for one of the rooms where friends normally held their exclusive parties, but Ni-Ki wanted to party only with Y/N ​​at that moment.

While Ni-Ki spoke to the waiter still at the door dismissing him after getting the drinks, Y/N sat down, not on one of the many sofas that surrounded the room, but on the table in the center. 

The music playing in the back of the room, while she told him to go to one of the sofas. Y/N climbed onto the table on her knees and hands and smiled at him before getting up on the table, Ni-Ki was in awe of the woman in front of her as she danced sensually, the pieces of clothing leaving her body following her movements, her hands running over her own naked body, she went down on the table again going to him. Y/N sat on Ni-Ki moving on his lap as she removed his clothes. Before long the room became noisy, the music mixing with the obscene sounds of their bodies and their moans. Ni-ki's name was heard repeatedly in that room as he lost more and more control, not knowing how many times one brought extreme pleasure to the other.

Ni-Ki had his face between Y/N's legs, her hair being pulled as she begged for him, that's when he felt the mark burning his chest, he was so focused on taking Y/N to the limit that he ignored the burning caused by the words that soon disappeared.

The clothing store seemed almost empty, there were There were few people there, Jungwon was going to the fitting room to try on the clothes he was interested in, when he heard someone asking for help in one of the booths, he thought it was strange but didn't ignore it.

- Hello, is everything okay? - He asked politely.

- Oh finally, please, can you help me? - A female voice asked politely. 

- I'm going to call a saleswoman, just a minute. 

- No need, you can help me.

Hesitantly he opened the door, Y/N couldn't unzip the dress she was trying on, she asked him to help her, when he entered the cabin she closed the door.

Jungwon's hands shook as he opened the dress, but his entire body froze in the next moment, instead of holding the dress, Y/N let it slide down her body and fall at her feet.

- I'm very sorry. - Jungwon she tried to leave the dressing room after several seconds in which he unknowingly admired Y/N's body.

- Wait. - Y/N's hands stopping him. - Why were you so nervous? You're not getting turned on by a stranger you met minutes ago in a store fitting room, are you?

- I...don't...just...I better go. - He he tried to leave again, but Y/N placed herself between him and the door, her body very close to his.

- If I were you, I wouldn't go out like this...it could be complicated. - Her eyes pointing towards his pants, which were obviously much tighter.

- I can help you. - Y/N's sweet whisper hypnotizing him, unconsciously he agreed. - By the way, I'm Y/N, you better know my name at least.

- Jungwon...my name is Jungwon. - The answer was low.

Y/N's hands descending down his body to the zipper of his pants.

Jungwon's head was leaning against the wall of the dressing room, his mouth almost bleeding as he tried to avoid moaning for fear of someone hearing, while Y/N was on her knees in front of him, that was great but the image of her half naked in front of him kept repeating in his mind.

- Please Y/N, I want…. I want…

- No need to ask. I want you inside me too.

They were both sure that anyone in the store would know what was going on there. But they didn't care, the only thing that mattered was the pleasure they were feeling. The eyes of Jungwon fixos in the mirror watching in amazement as he disappeared inside Y/N, and so he saw perfectly when the mark was burned into his chest and disappeared, but he didn't have time to think about it, his attention was only on Y/N. 

Jake was with his friends at a restaurant, he saw the girl alone drunk with her head lying on the table, he approached to check on her. Y/N was very drunk, he tried his best to find out her address to send her home in a taxi, but he didn't get an answer, he was worried about leaving her there so even though he was afraid he thought the best option was to take her with him, as he noticed some men looking at her strangely.

He was afraid that she would be scared to wake up if she saw him there, so he thought of leaving her sleeping in the living room next to a note explaining why she was there. But the moment he went to release the note, Y/N's eyes opened, meeting his, he was the one who got scared, she just smiled.

- Thanks. - She said as she sat down, she looked at the note. - You are very kind. What is your name?

-Jake.  - His name came out shaky with nervousness.

- Oh, Jake, a beautiful name. My name is Y/N. - A sweet smile on your face as you adjusted yourself on the sofa, giving him space to sit. - Aren't you afraid of bringing a stranger into your house?

- No, I was afraid that you would feel scared when you woke up in a stranger's house.

- I understand, but no. I can see perfectly well that you would not harm me. I know you've already done a lot for me, but... would you mind if I stayed the night? I got into a fight with my roommate, I really didn't want to go back today.

- Of course, it's okay. - Jake was very kind.

- Aaaah, thank you very much. - She excitedly hugged him, making him blush.

Jake noticed how uncomfortable she was wearing clothes, so he offered her a change of clothes and let her take a shower before bed. But the moment Y/N got out of the shower, he regretted his kindness, she was only wearing her shirt, leaving her legs exposed, the shirt might be big, but not big enough, he couldn't help but look at her body.

- You may be kind, but you're not innocent Jake. - Y/N's tone of voice and smile changing as she approached him. - You're not thinking about attacking the innocent girl you protected from the bad guys at the restaurant, are you?

He realized late that he was cornered, she was too close, his breathing was heavy as her hands roamed his body.

- I'm just kidding, you don't have to worry, I assure you that no matter what you do to me, it's nothing I don't would want. - She pulled him, their lips almost touching. - Do whatever you want with me Jake.

That's exactly what he did, now she was the one with her back pressed against the wall as he lifted her onto his lap. His entire body burning under the spell of her lips, he took her to his bedroom where he was consumed and blinded by desire, his body moving for more as Y/N rode him, his hands firmly on her waist controlling her movements, pressing her body against his as he filled her insides as they both climaxed.

Jake's eyes were closed as his breathing returned to normal, when he felt the letters burning into his chest, he groaned in pain, but when he opened his eyes the mark was gone.

The days that followed Y/N was all that existed on their minds, the small spell she cast was enough for them to become obsessed with her.

That night the full moon shone brightly under the ruins of the great hall in the middle of the forest, a place that was probably a great castle many years ago.

Y/n was sitting on a large stone table swinging her legs excitedly as she looked at the moon, her golden eyes shining brightly as she felt most alive, full moon nights were when her powers were at their peak. 

- The day has finally arrived. - The smile on his face would scare anyone who saw it.

Facing the moon Y/N began her spell as the dagger in her hands made her arm bleed. Blood dripping onto the floor over letters identical to the ones that were marked on his seven victims, one of his eyes changed color now glowing a beautiful shade of pink.

One by one One of the men she marked felt a sharp pain in her chest and her marks appeared, along with a vision.

“Y/N was trapped in the great forest hall, injured while the others were around her torturing her.”

They fell into despair when they saw her there, and worse seeing their beloved friends hurting the woman who hadn't left their minds for a second since they met her. Without hesitation they headed to the place where Y/N was waiting for them. 

She had never bewitched and manipulated the minds of seven people at once, but it was easy and she was ecstatic, spinning and laughing around the abandoned hall as she felt their desperation to save her. Meticulously leaving objects that would serve as weapons for them.

Jake was the first to arrive, he saw Y/N passed out in the middle of the room and ran to help her, but before he reached her Jay arrived, both having hallucinations, seeing the other threaten and hurt Y/N, they immediately started fighting.

One by one they arrived in the large hall and joined the fight, Y/N had fun watching them while they were still hallucinating seeing her defenseless and injured. 

It was absurdly charming to see the best friends fighting each other, but the climax was when the deaths started.

Y/N's eyes were shining brighter and brighter when she saw Jake take a knife and stab Heeseung in the stomach several times. But Jake didn't live much longer, as almost at the same time he began to suffocate when Sunghoon tied a rope around his neck, killing him almost immediately.

Y/N laughed sadistically as she watched them, she ran to Heeseung's fallen body, ripping out his heart before doing the same to Jake, she returned to the large table she was sitting on top of, and devoured their hearts as the fight continued, her legs swinging excitedly, her eyes turning dark red.

Jay and Sunoo were fighting, but a dagger flashed before Sunoo's eyes and he killed Jay immediately, Sunghoon who was coming angrily at him didn't see the dagger in his hand when he attacked him, he only noticed it when it was stuck in his chest.

While Jungwon's hands squeezed Ni-Ki's throat, choking him, the boy was almost losing consciousness when the blade in Sunoo's hands cut Jungwon's throat.

Y/N was distracted devouring the hearts from the bodies of others and almost didn't see when Ni-Ki fought with Sunoo and took the dagger he was wielding and went through Sunoo's chest, his body collapsed to the ground.

- Run away Y/N, they are not them anymore, Ni-Ki is still alive, you must run away, he will hurt her. - He said, seeing Y/N approaching him, he was dying, blood was already coming out of her lips. - I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you.

- My poor boy, the sweetest, so pure and naive. - Y/N's fingers caressed his face, comforting him. - Don't worry, Ni-Ki can't hurt me. You were good, don't worry. Thank you for fighting for me, my dear. A waste for you to die like this, you would be perfect serving me. But know that your sweet heart will always be with me.

Holding his face as blood ran down his lips, his life hanging by a thread, Y/N kissed him sweetly.

- Goodbye my dear Sunoo. - Y/N said as her hand crossed his chest, ripping out his heart.

Y/N stood up leaving Sunoo's bloody and lifeless body on the floor, his heart in her hands, she devoured it as she approached Ni-Ki.

Y/N's glowing red eyes found Ni-Ki. She expected to see panic in his eyes, by now he must have woken up and realized what he had done, his heart was probably filled with fear.

Y/N's fingers tracing Ni-Ki's face, the tip of her nail lifting her chin to look him in the eyes. While the other hand touched his chest, feeling his heart racing. She smiled thinking about how his eager heart would soon be hers.

But the smile suddenly disappeared as he studied his gaze, he wasn't panicked or sad or anything. On the contrary, a smile appeared on his face and his hand held Y/N's hand against his chest.

- You feel no remorse, no fear. - Y/N said smiling, a proud and devilish smile, her eyes getting darker and darker. - You took pleasure in killing them.

- They lusted after you, I would never allow any of them to have you Y/N. You are mine.

Y/N laughed loudly, this pathetic human thought she could be HIS?

- You are more naive than you think, do you really think that I will be yours? You are just a weak human, you could have killed your friends, those who protected you so much and loved and cared for you. You have a horrible soul. But all you could offer me was your heart, but not even that serves me anymore, your heart is cruel and dirty, it is useless to me. But I'll be good and kill him, it wouldn't be fair to the others to leave him alive.

Ni-Ki pulled Y/N by the waist, placing their bodies together, their lips almost touching.

- Are you really going to kill me?  - He whispered against her lips, she smiled, evaluating him.

- You know Ni-Ki, you're right, it would be a waste, your human soul has already become so dark and your heart so dirty that I imagine how deliciously terrible you would be if you transformed.

Y/N closed the distance between them by kissing Ni-Ki fiercely, but the kiss didn't last long, she soon pulled away smiling, snatched the dagger from his hands and made a cut again on his arm, then handed it to Ni-KI while his blood flowed.

- Drink, become mine for eternity. - Y/N's eyes were now completely black covered by their darkness while her smile became more and more devilish.

Without hesitation, Ni-Ki took Y/N's arm and drank her blood, at the same moment he felt an agonizing pain throughout his body.

- Did you deceive me? I'm dying.  - He moaned of longing, fallen on the floor.

- Not mine darling, only your soul is dying. - Y/N bent down in front of him, stroking his hair. - You, my love, are just reborn, being reborn for your mine.

The pain was unbearable, his heart felt like it was on fire, his entire body ached as if hundreds of blades were running through his veins. He screamed in agony, then silence took over the place.

When Y/N held Ni-Ki's face and lifted it up, his eyes were black like hers, there was only emptiness and darkness in them. black marks spread across his face.

- So beautiful, now you belong to me. My devilish boy.

There was no more pain, there was nothing left for him to feel, just desire, he wanted Y/N, and now he would have her.

With a quick movement that surprised Y/N, Ni-ki stood up, lifting her onto his lap before kissing her, a kiss full of desire and flames, there was only her in his mind, he longed for her, the real her, not the Y/N who seduced him that day, but the demonic Y/N that was in his arms covered in blood, the demonic Y/N that made him kill the only people that mattered in his life.

Next challenge: Freedom

[radfemfessing]

I find it annoying when women feel the need to defend/explain themselves for having a male partner. First of all because outside of some terminally online spaces, that's literally exactly what society wants from you. So if you just log off, the entire world agrees with you having a male partner. But second of all, who cares? Why are you trying to defend this to a comparably small number of female separatists and lesbians online who you will probably never meet, who hold no power over you and who can't harm you in any way. That doesn't make any sense to me at all. If you are so incredibly happy and your Nigel is such an angel, then that's cool. Enjoy it? But why the intense need to justify it. Are you trying to pitch to women who don't want to date men (for various reasons) that they should try it after all? Do you feel intimidated by tumblr users? Or do you not feel 100% happy in your relationship and need to justify it to yourself? Either way, I couldn't care less. I have a lot of female friends irl, most of them are straight or bi but in a relationship with a man. Everytime it becomes clear that I choose to only date women as a bi woman, het partnered women react in one of two ways. Either they laugh and say I can always change my mind. Or they start over explaining to me how amazing their penis person is. I am now at a point where I just stop them and tell them I don't think less of them for dating a man. I truly don't. I have to say though, I know exactly one straight relationship in which the woman seems like she can fullfill not only her dreams and wishes and happiness within the relationship, but the relationship also makes all of these things better. And still, her husband doesn't understand her in several aspects because he is a man. That's the only straight couple I am truly happy for but as a woman who can be attracted to men, that still doesn't seem like something I want for myself. Literally all other women in relationships with men I know diminish their light in one or many ways. And most of them don't see it. If you tell me about your amazing Nigel I will say "thats nice" and I will not try to break you two up or force you into a separatist womyns land against your will. But when the moment happens in which he turns out to be horrible in some aspect, I won't act surprised. I have seen too many decades long dreamy straight relationships fall apart because Mr Wonderful cheated after all. The sweet teddy bear of a man who made his wife a pussy hat for the womans march somehow still found the time to fuck another woman. The one unicorn guy who yapped about how awful the porn industry is and who supports the nordic model was watching porn after all, ten years into a relationship with him. That's why I don't want to hear about your justifications please. Just be happy with what you have. The entire world cheers you own, except for some women on a fringe website.

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Free Now LN4 (Part 28)

"Are you alright?" Flo asked, glancing over at Lottie. She'd been staring into space, almost completely unaware of the practice session being shown on tv, barely uttering a word since it had started.

"What?" Lottie mumbled, looking at Flo like she'd only just realised she was there.

"Alright, what's going on?" Flo asked looking bewildered. "Start talking."

Lottie was quiet for a second, then leaned in to whisper in Flo's ear, glancing around to make sure no one was listening to them. "Lando just introduced me to his teammate as his girlfriend."

"And?" Flo looked at her blankly.

"And we hadn't had that conversation..." Lottie mumbled. "Do you think he just said it because it was easier than trying to explain? He didn't mean it, did he?"

Flo laughed quietly. "How many times do I have to tell you that he's literally terrible at communicating his feelings about anything before you listen to me?"

"I'm listening now." Lottie sighed. "Every time I think I'm getting things straight he'll say or do something else and it just sends me spinning again."

"I think if he said it, then he was probably just saying whatever he feels." Flo reassured her. "He's not one to think things over or have much of a filter. If it's in his brain it's generally going to come out of his mouth at some point. He's got himself in all kinds of trouble over the years with that, you know this."

"Why is this so hard?" Lottie groaned. "Why can I not just get my brain go stop worrying about every tiny thing and just let it be what it will be?"

"Because you like him." Flo smirked.

Lottie rolled her eyes at Flo. "Don't you start. Just forget I said anything? Let's just change the subject."

She didn't have to worry for long, as the practice session finished at the cars were wheeled back into the garage, the roar of the engines and the noise of the team around them working quickly drowning out anything Flo could have had to say.

Instead she watched as Lando climbed out of the car, high-fiving several members of his team and stopping off to talk to his engineer for a few minutes before he rejoined them. She couldn't help but smile at the big grin on his face, having gone fastest in the session, and started the weekend off just the way he needed to.

"Hey." Lottie smiled as he approached them, his fingers running through the tousled curls on the top of his head, trying to tame them into submission.

"Hey." He grinned. "Are you having fun?" He stood behind her where she was sitting on her chair, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"I am." She smiled. "Well done, you did great out there."

"The car feels good, I've got a good feeling about this weekend." He nodded enthusiastically. "It's going to he a good weekend."

"I like this positivity." Lottie smiled, it was nice to see him actually looking excited and like he was enjoying himself.

"Shall we go and get some lunch?" He asked, glancing at his watch. "We've got a couple of hours before I need to be back here again."

"Sounds good." Lottie nodded, getting to her feet. One hand grasped at her crutch, the other Lando captured in his own, giving it a squeeze as they slowly headed out of the garage. Lando called a few promises over his shoulder to catch up with his parents and Flo later.

"Thanks for coming this weekend." He said softly as they got outside into the relative quiet of the paddock. "It's been so good to have you here."

"You're doing really well." Lottie smiled. "I'm proud of you."

"I uh... I was a bit worried I might've put my foot in it earlier." Lando admitted. "Probably spent more time thinking about that when I was driving than I did thinking about where I was actually going."

"Don't tell me that you're not even paying attention while you're out there going that fast. It's scary enough to watch as it is." Lottie told him. "Is this about what you said to Oscar?"

"Yeah." Lando nodded sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out like that. It just kind of fell out of my stupid mouth before I could stop it."

"It's fine." Lottie reassured him. "I can pretend that I didn't hear it. I'm not going to hold you to anything you said, don't worry."

"What if I want you to?" Lando asked.

"Huh?" Lottie looked at him blankly.

"I want it to be true, Lottie. I want to be able to call you my girlfriend, I just... I didn't know how to ask, I got myself all worked up and convinced I was going to ruin everything if I did and then I ended up just blurting it out anyway." He laughed nervously. "Unless you don't feel like that and then that's fine, then just forget I ever said anything and-"

"Lando." Lottie laughed, cutting off his nervous ramble. "Are you going to actually stop for a second and let me speak?"

"Sorry." He laughed nervously. "I talk a lot when I'm nervous. Mum and Dad have spent half their lives telling me to shut up. Flo too, she finds it so annoying.... I'm doing it again, aren't I?"

Lottie giggled, watching him blush as he realised what he was doing. "Are you done? Can I speak?"

Lando nodded, biting on his bottom lip as if he didn't trust himself not to start talking again.

"I didn't mind what you said, Lando. Calling me your girlfriend, you make me happy, I want to be with you... you just caught me by surprise that's all." She told him.

"Sorry." He laughed nervously. "So you're not going to run away?"

"It might be a little too soon for you to be making running jokes." She teased him, but he could see from the way her eyes twinkled she was winding him up.

"Come on, let's go get some lunch." He wrapped his arm around her, leading her back towards the hospitality.

*****

Lando had driven them back to the garage in the golf kart after lunch, ready for the second practice session. He'd actually got them there early, much to the surprise of the team, who had made a lot of jokes about him actually being there on time for once. He had brushed them off, pulling faces and making all kinds of hand gestures at them with a laugh as he guided Lottie back towards her chair to sit and watch.

She sat down quickly as soon as she got there with no prompting from him, the efforts of the weekend really starting to catch up with her and she was beyond tired.

Lando had taken up his position stood behind her, hands on her shoulders, as she listened to him and Oscar talking, occasionally joining in when Oscar asked her a question. Oscar was full of questions about how her and Lando had met, and she could tell he was trying to find a polite way to ask what had happened to her and why she was on crutches, but he kept dancing around the subject.

"Are you sure you're going to be alright?" Lando asked. "I'm sure Flo would take you back to the hotel if you're getting tired? It's been a pretty full on day."

"I'm fine." Lottie reassured, giving his arm a squeeze. "Do you need to go?"

He looked at his watch, then back at Lottie. "I do, I'm sorry."

"I'll be fine, your parents are right there and Flo will be here in a minute." Lottie told him. "Go, be brilliant. I'll see you after."

"Okay." He grinned, leaning into give her a kiss before heading off in the direction of where his parents were standing talking. Not thirty seconds after he'd stopped to speak to his Mum was Cisca sitting down in the chair beside her and Lottie knew exactly what he'd done.

"You don't need to sit here and babysit me, Cisca." Lottie told her. "I'm absolutely fine sat here on my own."

"It's not babysitting." Cisca shook her head. "Just keeping you company, and it gives me a break from listening to Adam. I've got no idea what they've even been talking about for half the day. It makes no sense to me. How are you finding it? Are you having fun?"

"It's really nice to be here." Lottie smiled. "He's doing so well, isn't he?"

"He is." Cisca nodded. "He looks a lot more relaxed too, I think we might have you being here to thank for that."

"I haven't done anything." Lottie mumbled. "He'll be fine, he just needed to remember that he's very talented and does actually really enjoy this. He can do this."

"I'm too scared I'll say the wrong thing to say anything about racing to him anymore." Cisca admitted. "Whatever I say it always seems to make it worse, so I've just stopped. If I keep my mouth shut I can't upset him."

"I'm sure he doesn't mean it." Lottie reassured her. "He just gets so in his own head about it, doesn't he?"

Cisca nodded in agreement. "It's been really good for him I think, having you to talk to. You just seem to get it."

"I do." Lottie nodded. "I was just like him. Nothing but a win was ever enough, I used to beat myself up for every tiny little mistake. I spent so much time doing that I don't think I ever really took the time to enjoy the fact that I was getting to do what I loved. I don't want that to happen to him."

Cisca didn't answer her, just wrapping her up in a  hug that had Lando giving the pair of them a questioning look as he pulled his helmet on to get in the car.

****

He'd been top of the time sheets for the second practice too, and was practically skipping he was so happy when he eventually returned to find Lottie in the McLaren hospitality area.

"Alright, are we already to go?" He asked, holding a hand out to help Lottie up.

"Yeah, let's go." Lottie agreed.

"What time are we meeting for dinner?" Flo asked.

"Lottie looks pretty tired, we'll go back and see how she feels later?" Lando suggested, glancing back and forth between Lottie and his sister.

"Yeah." Lottie yawned. "Sorry, is that okay?"

"Of course." Flo agreed. "I'll drag mum and dad out with me anyway. Go and get some rest."

As they headed out of the door Lando pointed to the golf cart from earlier, a member of the McLaren team waiting to drive them back to the car. "I can walk." She protested.

"Come on, get in." He instructed. "Stop trying to make everything so much harder for yourself than it needs to be."

She didn't have an answer to that, just climbing in beside him and quietly thanking the member of the McLaren team for driving them. For Lando it came with the added bonus that no one could try to stop him for a photo or autograph as he made his way to the exit, and probably saved them a lot of time.

She climbed into the car beside him, watching as he reversed out of the parking space and quickly headed out of the track and on to the road.

"You did really good today." She said softly, her hand resting on his leg as he drove. "I'm proud of you."

"It's been a really good day." Lando agreed with a smile, glancing over her. "Hopefully it'll be a really good weekend and we can go out and celebrate on Sunday."

"Your mum said earlier your brother and sister are coming on Sunday too?" Lottie asked. "I don't think I've ever met them?"

"Yeah." Lando nodded. "I wasn't joking when I said it would turn in to a whole Norris family reunion. You'll be fine, trust me. Flo is the scariest one out of the lot of them and you're her friend. You should be safe."

"I hope they like me. That would be awkward."

Lottie laughed quietly. "Have you got any more people I'm going to have to meet lurking around that I should be aware of."

"Well, you're going to have to meet Carlos properly at some point." Lando warned as he headed in the direction of the hotel. "He's nice though, don't worry."

"Maybe I'll meet him if we are celebrating on Sunday?" Lottie suggested.

"Yeah. I hope so." Lando agreed quietly.

It didn't take them long to get to the hotel, and Lando was quick to guide her past the crowds waiting outside the door, shielding her from the camera flashes as they made their way into the lobby.

"Thank god I'm a bit faster on my feet now." Lottie joked. "That would've been a nightmare a few weeks ago."

"You'll be faster than me soon." Lando joked as the two of them stepped into the elevator to go up to their room. "I can't wait to shower and lie down for a minute. What a day."

Lottie was quiet, lost in her own thoughts as they made their way down the hallway to their hotel room, the conversation that they'd had earlier that day still lingering in her mind. Had he forgotten? Or was he just hoping that she'd forgotten? Maybe he hadn't mean what he had said after all, maybe he was just trying to talk his way out of an awkward situaiton for the both of them. Her stomach churned nervously at the thought.

"What's wrong?" Lando asked, blocking her path as she stepped through the door of the hotel room. The door slammed shut behind her, leaving the two of them stood in the hallway together, and the noise seemed to reverberate around the hotel room.

"Nothing." She shook her head. "I think I just need to take a shower and then lie down for a bit. It's been a busy day."

"Okay." Lando nodded, glancing into the bathroom. "Are you going to be alright getting in and out of there?"

"I'll be fine. It's better than your shower at home." She pointed out. "Do you mind if I go first?"

"Sure." Lando agreed. "Shout if you need anything?" He walked away, leaving her to it, still puzzled by her sudden shift in mood.

Lottie shut herself in the bathroom, trying to calm the uneasy feeling in her stomach with very little success. She turned on the shower, the steam and sound of running water filling the room as she stood in front of the mirror looking at herself.

She had to give Flo credit, the makeup she'd put on her had done an incredible job of hiding quite how pale and tired she looked, to the point that she didn't actually want to take it off. The second she took it off she was confronted by the dark circles under her eyes from the lack of sleep.

She pulled her dress off over her head, leaving it in a crumpled heap in front of the sink, her eyes wandering critically over her body as she looked at her reflection. The different sets of surgical scars that marked her skin, the way the muscle on her injured leg was now wasted away, it probably wasn't noticeable to anyone else but it was all her eyes could see as she stood there.

She had no idea how long she stood there, dissecting her reflection, but eventually she realised Lando was going to come looking for her sooner rather than later. So she pulled off the last remaining bits of her clothing, and with one last very critical glance at her reflection in the mirror got into the shower.

The hot water, and having to focus on not falling over while she washed her hair was a good distraction from her spiralling thoughts. The shower was like a safe little cocoon where those thoughts didn't exist, so she took her time. Eventually though, it was time to get out. So she dried herself off, wrapped herself in one of the fluffy robes that had been left hanging on the back of the bathroom door.

The air in the room was cold as she stepped back out of the steamy bathroom, slowly making her way across the room. She could feel Lando's eyes on her as she made her way towards the bed, watching the way she walked without her crutches, a slow smile spreading across his face as he lay sprawled out on the bed watching tv.

"Looking good." He winked, rolling over to face her as she laid down on the bed beside him.

"Do you think they'd notice if I stole one of these robes?" She asked. "They're so soft, I feel like I need one for every day."

"There's only one way to find out." Lando joked, rolling towards her and wrapping his arms around her. "Are you alright? You were in there a long time. I was getting worried you'd fallen asleep standing up or something."

"I'm fine." She reassured him. "I've had plenty of time to sit down today."

"What's wrong?" He asked, hands running back and forth over the soft material of the robe. As he held her, he could feel the tension of her shoulders, see the way her teeth were constantly biting on her bottom lip.

"It's fine." She said quietly.

"If this is about what we said earlier...." He started reluctantly, because it was lingering in his head. "We don't have to do anything, Lottie."

She looked up at him with a frown, her heart hammering in her chest. Her finger tips trailed over his cheek, coming down to rest against his chest. "It's not that... well it is, but not like that." She told him.

"What's going on?" He asked, reaching up to brush her hair from her face.

Lottie didn't answer, just burying her face in his neck. "I'm sorry." She mumbled out, breath catching in her throat.

"Lottie." He sighed. "Talk to me, I don't understand." He was usually pretty good at filling in the blanks when it came to her, but he had absolutely nothing as far as this one was concerned.

"I just want it to stop." She whispered. "I don't want to have to think about it. I don't want you to be looking at me like I'm broken, to be having to work out if I'm actually going to be able to walk far enough to get somewhere. I want to be able to get into bed with you and.... I don't want to spend my whole life looking at myself like this."

"I know you don't hear me when I say it, but I think you're beautiful just as you are." He said softly, lips brushing against her forehead with a featherlight touch. "You're beautiful, you're brave... you make me laugh, you're always there to kick my ass and knock some sense into me when I need it.

He hesitated for a moment, doubting himself, but then his lips slowly trailed down her cheek, pausing to press a kiss at the thin silvery scar on her hairline. Then his lips trailed slowly across her jaw, pausing to press a quick kiss to her lips, before trailing down her neck. He continued his path down her neck, paying particular attention to the neat little scar where the plate that was holding her collarbone together had been inserted.

His fingers trailed over the bare skin of her leg, gently tracing each set of scars. "Beautiful." He repeated, and then before she could react he was shifting down the bed, his lips repeating the trail that his fingers had just made. Starting with the smallest set of scars on her ankle, slowly making his way up to the ones on her knee, pushing her robe aside to trace the path of the biggest scar, up her thigh and over her hip.

"Lando." She protested, feeling beyond exposed as he trailed his way up her skin, leaving a line of opened mouthed kisses along the areas that she hated most.

He followed the same trail back down again, lingering and taking his time on each of the scars, before he crawled back up her body to kiss her. "I know you don't see it right now, but you're beautiful, and I feel like the luckiest guy ever getting to wake up next to you every day." He whispered, his lips hovering just above hers, eyes searching her face for some kind of reaction.

She didn't say anything, instead she looped her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers into his hair and pulled him down so that she could kiss him. He hesitated for a moment, but kissed her back. It was soft, hesitant and unsure. Each brush of her lips against his as though she was looking for the reassurance that she so desperately needed.

One of his hands gently gripped her waist, the other forearm supporting his body weight as he leaned over her, conscious of not wanting to lean his weight on her. Her hands in his hair tugged at his curls in an attempt to pull him closer, wanting something more than she didn't know how to voice.

Lando's hand on her waist had slid under the robe of its own accord, he didn't know what he was doing until her breath hitched in her throat and he realised his fingertips were now in contact with the soft skin of her stomach.

"Sorry..." he mumbled, lips still on hers, going to retract his hand.

She caught his hand by the wrist, keeping it in place. His fingers pressed gently into her skin, and he was left struggling to remind himself to have some self control and be gentle as her leg hooked around his waist.

"Lando, please." She whimpered.

He looked conflicted for a second and then his hand reached for the tie on her robe, giving her a questioning look as if to check it was really what she wanted. She nodded a fraction, pressing her lips eagerly back to his, and so he quickly pulled at the tie and her robe fell open, his eyes roaming hungrily over her body.

The way he was looking at her had her questioning everything, she'd never felt so exposed as she did under his gaze. "Wait." She mumbled, and as much as he didn't want to, Lando filled, pulling away.

"We can stop." He reassured her, already starting to sit up.

"No." She let out a shaky breath. "Can you just.... Can we turn the lights off?"

"I want to see you." Lando protested, lips still nipping at the skin of her neck gently. "Don't hide from me."

"Please?" She asked again.

He hesitated again, trying to get his brain to kick into gear and think of anything other than the fact she was naked underneath him which was proving incredibly difficult. "I have an idea." He said, reaching for the light switch beside the bed. He turned off the main light, and the room momentarily plunged into darkness. Then he flicked the next switch, and the lamp beside the bed lit up, casting a soft light over the room.

"Better?" He asked quietly, leaning in to kiss her again.

She didn't say anything, but reached up to kiss him again, and he took that as a yes. His hands gently trailed along the curves of her body, fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as he tried to commit the feel of her to memory.

He took his time, even as her hips began rolling into his of her own accord, which was like its own form of torture for him. Weeks of pent up frustration and cold showers after he'd woken up with her wrapped around him, the dreams he'd been having about this very moment... and there she was, sprawled out naked in front of him and he had to try and remember to be gentle.

His lips trailed their way down her neck again, following the same path as they had earlier, nipping gently as her skin. A quiet gasp escaped her as his lips trailed over the curve of her breast, his hand palming at the other one as his tongue circled her nipple, her back arching up into his touch.

"So pretty." He murmured, lips trailing across her skin as he shifted down her body, his fingers trailing lower over her ribs, pressing another kiss to a small scar there, before continuing with a slow and deliberate path down her stomach and over her hip.

"Lando. Please." She whispered, her voice sounding far too loud in the quietness of the hotel room. The only sound the wet kisses he was trailing down her body and the rustling of the sheets as he moved down.

"Are you going to stop hiding from me?" He asked quietly, returning his lips to the scar on her thigh, the one that she hated the most.

"Lando." She squirmed as his lips trailed across the inside of her thigh, starting a torturously slow trail towards her core.

"Been waiting so long for this." He groaned, so quietly she assumed he was probably talking to himself.

When his tongue darted out to taste her, they both let out a groan. Lando holding on to her hips as tightly as he dared for fear her might hurt her, just to keep her still.

"Oh.... God...." She moaned, her fingers clutching at the curls of his hair in attempt to ground herself. Somehow, he just seemed to know how to hit all the right spots and she was left wondering how he'd managed to bring her to the edge quite so quickly.

"Come on." Lando mumbled, pulling away for a second before his mouth was back on her, her back arching up off the bed as his fingers teased her entrance, slipping inside.

"Fuck, Lando... don't stop." She gasped, her hips rocking against him of their own accord as she chased her release. "I'm so close."

He did exactly as she said, not letting up at all as her hips ground into him. "Wanna feel you cum on my fingers." Lando breathed, eyes locked on her as he felt her tighten around his fingers as her orgasm hit her.

Lando kissed his way back up her body with a lazy smirk, lips meeting hers in a messy kiss as she tasted herself on his lips. "You alright?" He asked, brushing her hair out of her face.

She nodded almost nervously, biting on her bottom lip, eyes flickering back to him as her hand came up to cradle his face, leaning into kiss him softly.

Lando's hips shifted of their own accord, rutting against the mattress in a useless attempt to relive the pressure in his shorts, a quiet groan escaping him.

"Lando..." she whispered, her hands trailing down to the hem of his shirt, dragging it over his head. Her hands trailed down the defined muscles of his chest, and he sucked in a shaky breath as her finger tips grazed over his stomach and fiddled with the button on his jeans.

"Lottie, we don't need to..." he mumbled, because as much as he wanted to, he'd probably survive another cold shower.

"I want to." She breathed, already working on his zipper. "Please, Lando. I want this. I want you."

If he'd had any brain power left to argue with her, it all evaporated the second her hand came into contact with his erection through his boxers as she tried to wriggle his jeans down. "Fuck." He hissed, his hips shifting of their own accord into her touch, in desperate need of something.

He was scrambling out of his jeans and his boxers before his brain even really caught up to his actions, and a giggle escaped from Lottie at quite how overly eager he was. His lips crashing back into hers with renewed enthusiasm as he settled himself between her hips, hovering over her.

She saw the look of indecision on his face as he settled himself on to his forearms, holding his weight above her. "Lando, please. I want this." She repeated, wrapping her legs around him in an attempt to pull him closer.

After a moment of hesitation, where she was sure he was going to change his mind, he leaned in to kiss her, hand reaching down between the two of them to line himself up and with a slow thrust he sunk into her in a way that had them both gasping. His forehead dropped to her neck, breath coming in short, sharp bursts against her sweaty skin as he tried to keep his composure at the feeling of her around him.

He stayed there for a moment, before he lifted his head to look at her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "You okay?" He whispered, searching her face for any kind of indication she was uncomfortable.

"Move, Lando." She encouraged, rolling her hips into his.

"Fuck." His breath caught in his throat, trying to think about anything other than how good she felt around him, or this was going to be over in an embarrassingly short time.

The way she rolled her hips up to meet each of his shallow thrusts was not helping at all, her lips nipping at the skin of his neck, fingers dragging over the muscles on his back. It felt just as good if not better than he'd imagined it would.

"Lottie... I..." it came out as a strangled moan that probably should've been embarrassing as he struggled to keep some kind of self control and remind himself to be gentle with her.

"Feels so good." She panted out, fingers clawing at his skin.

He reached down between them, his fingers circling her clit, and the way she tightened around him was his undoing.

"Shit, I'm..." he scrambled to pull out, his hand pumping his own length a couple of times before his release spilled onto her stomach. "Fuck..." he hissed, trying to catch his breath.

He leaned into kiss her, lips meeting softly as the pair of them tried to catch their breath.

"Do I need to tell you again how beautiful I think you are?" He asked quietly, brushing her hair out of her face.

Lottie couldn't help but blush at the way he was looking at her. She leaned her face into his touch as his thumb traced over her cheek, not knowing what to say.

"I think you might need to join me in the shower after that." Lando joked, seemingly knowing she was having a really hard time finding words.

"I think you might be right." She agreed, reaching up to kiss him again.

[lunarharp]

Very important conferences.

[gu6chan]

was drawing nsfw and realised i had accidentally drawn the face in such a way that gave a bit too much "1997-2001 low-bugdet hentai OVA with a plot that will change the trajectory of your life forever" energy so now im sitting and listening to the bible black ost for probably the first time in years and remembering i REALLY need to finish euphoria... maybe i'll pick it up again tomorrow 👀

[sysig]

Not going the best (Patreon)

[renegadeknight]

ooooo so interested in Treacherous!!

Okay this one is still very much an outline/mess of notes so I don't have any snips to share and it's probably the one I'm most shy about, idk why exactly, just feels like it would be less interesting to other people, so I'm just vibing by myself lol.

Anyway! It is an Anna!Lives AU where she ends up as a FEDRA lab rat for ~10 years and escapes right after Marlene finds and sends Ellie off with the fireflies. So then Joel and Tess take Anna to try to catch up at the state house but they miss them. Tess still gets bit (sorry) and then it follows Joel and Anna across the country to try to track down Ellie and as they spend more time together Anna keeps telling him more and more about little Ellie from when they were together a few years before they got separated. By the time they catch up to Ellie, Joel's ready to level the hospital for a kid he hasn't even met, and her mother.

Fun fact, I actually mentioned this one in an earlier chapter of Stubborn Love. It's one of the books Ellie gets at the library 😁

Thank you for the ask!

[barbatos-sama]

i started feeling rly sick suddenly earlier and it's not going away OTL

[scarlettfevor]

Looking back, the way Garroth was acting in the last episodes of season one of diaries was ridiculous. Like, you're a grown ass man WHY are you, as the head guard, sulking in your room all day just because you saw the girl you've liked for literally 2 months kiss another guy when your village is on the brink of war???

[vixen-flame]

When you think "it's that time of the month again" means she's on her period, but actually its just her monthly identity crisis from being an undiagnosed minor OSDD system

[neverendingford]

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[decaycontest]

I cannot sleep