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#i have a solution for a lot of this i'd love to implement but it means completely changing how people acquire and own dogs so#idk if i'll ever figure out how to make it happen

Would love to hear your proposed solution! I've been thinking a lot about providing satisfying enrichment to dogs, since right now I have a five-month-old puppy of unknown/mixed breed who of course has a steadily increasing amount of energy. She seems to enjoy doing obedience-type stuff with me, and I'm planning to try nosework with her soon, and when she's bigger I'm hoping to take her running/hiking.

ooooooo now you done it! :)

first of all, congrats on a great dog, sounds like you two are going to be really good together! I l really love the interest you are taking in enrichment. If you are not a runner yourself but want to run your dog, i can recommend biking your dog with walkydog (or any other similar product by some different brand, but i use walkydog even though the name drives me crazy because it's not for walking your dog lol)

i used this for 8 years with my own dog, and i've also been doing it professionally for other people's dogs (tho i did have to upgrade to a whole rig i designed and built for running dogs, i actually spent most of today working on a redesign to fix fit six dogs and just be generally better, but here's the original)

anyway, biking with my dog was so fulfilling i decided to make it my main job, so, i totally recommend it. You gotta wait until your dog is at least 18 months though, because regular long runs on hard surfaces can create lifelong joint issues if you start them on it too soon. But once you decide to start it will be easy i'm sure, 95% of the dogs i've done it with understand the assignment and decide they love it within the first 10 minutes of trying it. Even small dogs, as long as they are proportional in the leg department. What i mean is a jack russel is fine for this (they make a low attachment for small dogs) but a dachshund has stubby legs and a long back and should not be considered for this activity. And if they are a breed that has big fat paws (most bully breeds, giant schnauzers etc) you have to check their foot pads often and possibly get them some mushing booties.

OKAY, on to the actual ask! you came here from a specific post, dear Anon, but i'm going to paste the relevant part of that post here for other people

"Human lifestyles and canine lifestyles used to be a ven diagram that was much closer to a circle. We used to both live in the woods and hunt creatures and defend territory. Even farming or ranching is not too far from this lifestyle. It has been a great match up for a long time. But now, modern™ society has us living in a way that is much less of a match up. Clients want me to train their dogs not to bark, and are not encouraged when i explain that we spent literally thousands of years asking them to bark more, actually, so it’s going to be an uphill battle. Humans used to have very physical lifestyles, and it use d to be much rarer to spend a day where your dog couldn’t be with you all day doing normal dog behaviors. Now our lives are full of very strict and confining rules of behavior we expect from a dog, and yet people are spending less time than ever socializing/training their dogs to be functioning members of their own pack. It’s sad."

Now, what did i come up with that would be a much better system for how people acquire and own dogs? this post is already getting long, so, answer below the cut

First, specifically what problems am I solving? So for me, the main issues is nobody is teaching dogs how to be a good fit for a modern home. Let's break that down

People want dogs to have a lot of boundaries. For example don't bark unless someone is literally breaking in but also i haven't trained you what that looks like so how are you supposed to know -- be with me in public but do not interact with almost anything at all -- don't run up to greet people or other dogs unless we find out if it's okay with them first. Right? there's a lot of stuff we want from our dogs.

People want their dogs to be able to amuse themselves and not need a person, like, they want their dog to go lay down on their dog bed and chew their dog toys for hours at a time or whatever, the way we would happily spend a few hours online or watching TV shows or something. But most of what a dog would naturally do to amuse themselves is off limits -- no going out and exploring the world on your own -- no digging things up, taking things apart, or getting into things like the food cupboards -- no barking at other dogs, chasing cats, or eating random ground scores ... dogs aren't allowed to do almost anything they would do to amuse themselves, we basically tell them, "you can only do fun things i pick out for you and most of them only if i'm supervising, and i'm only available for about an hour a couple times a day. The rest of the time you have to be bored and waiting on me for fun, but also don't be so bored that you decide to bother me, i'm busy and you can't be involved"

We wish they would have fun by themselves in a way that doesn't involve them getting into trouble, but "getting into trouble" is most of their natural desires, and we tend to not find things they can spend time at on their own. Plus they'd rather do it with us anyway, it's like, you don't want go to an amusement park alone, you only want to go if your friends are going, and life is often one big amusement park to a dog.

But if your dog is trained to be in public, you can involve them with a lot more of your day!

And people aren't socializing their dogs right either. A puppy would normally spend a year or more, 100% of their waking life in the company of their littermates, teaching each other things like "if you are an asshole others won't want to play with you and you might get bit" and "paying attention to what others are communicating to you is important" and "biting me that hard is okay for playing but biting me this hard hurts actually and i hate it and play time is over now" all kinds of super necessary things for a young dog to learn

But we take them at 8-10 weeks! and then WE don't teach them this stuff! and we expect them to be alone for long periods of time! and not sleep in a giant cuddle pile of loved ones, and not be participating in what their siblings or mother are doing 100% of their waking life.

It's crazy, we're basically severing a dog from the experiences they need to be a well adjusted member of our pack, and then we go like "why are you like this!?"

Oh dear, i still haven't gotten to the actual solution

SO. Here it is:

Dogs, should be born and raised in a facility (not like a sterile warehouse building or whatever, yuck, but yes like, a place designed inside and out for the sole purpose of raising dogs)

At this facility would be adult dogs that also help teach the dogs (important, in terms of socialization and even in modeling behavior, dogs can often learn more from other dogs than we can teach them on our own) And of course there would be a staff of professional dog nannies/trainers.

Dogs would learn things like, proper barking etiquette, go to the bathroom where they are told it is okay (not just in the yard, but where in the yard, and how to be told where is okay if, for example staying in a hotel or overnight with friends or family) no resource guarding (no threatening to bite anyone who gets too near their food or toys etc) how to behave around children and small pets, how to behave in public, how to calmly let someone feel between their toes, clip their nails, enjoy a bath, behave at the vet, not beg for food, heel off leash, how to learn new home and pack responsibilities using a basic toolkit (so for example they know basic task "carry", and understand that they may be asked to do jobs involving that, such as "help me carry groceries in from the car. Dogs LOVE to be a functional part of the pack). All this and more.

all the things that give a pet dog access to a better life. If they are calm at the vet they don't have to be held down or other things that can cause panic, if they behave in public they can go with their people more places more often, etc. As well as some additional bonuses like get outside if you hear a fire alarm, don't be scared of fireworks, the difference between safe sidewalks and dangerous roadways...

The time, energy, and skill to do all this for your dog? nobody has all three. Getting a dog from a facility like this would result in a dog that had actually been given the tools to be a really good fit for a modern home, which means a better life for the people, and a MUCH more fulfilling life for the dog.

But people want puppies. I get that. Here's how it works. Keep in mind that most dogs become fully adult at about 2 years old, and that once the facility was operating the exact ages and periods of time would probably be adjusted and fine tuned, but here's the basic idea

you come see the puppies at about 2 weeks old, visit as many days a week as you want. At twelve weeks old (3 months) specific puppies and people are matched. Continue to visit as many days a week as you wish, and take your puppy home for 24 hours every other week (remember most people bring puppies home from a breeder at 8-10 weeks, so this is prime puppy age)

Meanwhile you start taking our one class per month, year long dog course, matched to the stage of development your puppy is experiencing, held at the facility where you have access to, for example, watching trainers work with dogs, and observing groups of dogs in areas alone together, so that you understand dog behavior and communication, understand the basics of dog training, etc, and we are all on the same page when your dog does come to live with you.

At six months old your puppy is this much of a puppy still :

They start joining you for most of your classes which can become more personal, helping you practice whatever you are trying to accomplish at home. Also starting at 6 months you take your puppy home every other weekend.

At 8 months you take your puppy three weekends each month (actual days don't mater, if you work in restaurants and what to have your dog on your "weekend" of wednesday/thursday that's fine, it should just be your days off so that you can dedicate enough of your time to being with your puppy) At ten months you take your puppy every weekend, or perhaps something like for one week in the first half of the month and one weekend in the second half.

One year old puppies are starting to look like a whole dog but are still only half baked

At a year, your once a month classes end, and you take your dog home every other week. You are half a dog owner, you spend half your time with your half grown dog.

Between 18 months and 2 years is a normal age for wolves to begin setting out on their own; being 18 months is sort of the dog equivalent to being 17 years old.

So when your dog is a year and a half, 18 months old, you take one follow up class and your dog starts spending 3 weeks per month with you.

At a year and nine months old they are only spending 1 weekend a month at the facility (again, could be any two days of the week) and the rest of the month they live with you.

At two years old you take your final class which is mostly a group Q&A with a little graduation party, and your dog comes to live with you full time as a newly adult dog. But they've already been spending at least 3 weeks a month with you for the last half a year, and about half of every month for the six months before that.

And then for the next year they come back to the facility for a weekend of training touch-ups and trouble shooting, once every three or four months if they are having no issues, once a month if needed.

If this was the norm, dog owners and their dogs would all have better lives.

Costs of this raising could be augmented through boarding and daycare, since the facility would be an ideal place for dogs to stay, as well as the programs outlined below, such that each dog is not too expensive for people. Currently people spend a lot of money for purebreds and very little money for random adopted dogs, and something like this could still be true, (responsibly bred) purebreds for more money, mutts for much less, but all with access to the full training -- it's important that the dogs all not cost too much or it won't be normalized and puppy mills and backyard breeders etc will still provide a huge percentage of the dogs people get and then only rich people's dogs will benefit from what i am trying to do, so, these other programs and pure-breed mark ups etc would be necessary)

So these facilities should also be training service dogs of all kinds, and, depending on the location of the facility (city or countryside) different jobs like search and rescue, herding, anything related to law enforcement (simply because i 100% do not trust the cops to be training their own dogs) hunting... any and all dog jobs.

AND this would be a perfect way to ensure my other dog idea gets done

Because i think there should be battalions of diagnostic dogs.

I think there should be a few diagnostic dogs at every public event, every sporting event, every concert, every mall, and certainly every hospital... Every crowded place there should be a few dogs moving though, or posted up at walkway intersections, etc. Dogs that diagnose heart murmurs, diabetes, cancer, whatever; dogs can diagnose all kinds of things. It only takes a few sniffs or a few seconds of listening and they can know. As a free diagnostic service paid for by municipalities, states, or federal healthcare funding, they could be pointing out all the people who have these conditions to their handlers (who would have little business cards that just said, hey you've been dog-diagnosed with ____, you should probably check with your doctor about that"). And you could get like, special little lightly scented bracelets or key chains or necklaces or something that would let dogs know if you've already been diagnosed with their thing.

Many of these conditions currently require lab work and weeks of time and a bunch of money to diagnose, and you have to realize you might have it and ask for it and your doctor has to agree that it's necessary, it's a whole thing... but a dog could do it for free in 10 seconds while you were walking into a shopping center.

Anyway, those are some of my dog thoughts

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"Lando!" I shout from the bedroom hearing Lando in the kitchen "Lando!"

"What!" As Lando comes into the bedroom he takes one look at me sat on the floor and the confusion is instantly on his face "what the fuck are you doing on the floor?"

"I sat down to fold clothes and got stuck. Help me up please" holding my hands out I let Lando pull me to my feet "the floor seemed like the best place to fold clothes"

"Why at 8 months pregnant did you think sitting on the floor would be a good idea? You should be resting before the flight later" falling pregnant was a complete surprise to not only Lando but me as well.

Of course we've had conversations about having kids and we both knew we wanted to wait a few years but the universe had different plans for us. You could say we took celebrating Lando's birthday and WDC win too far but now we're so close to having our baby in our arms I wouldn't change a thing.

Today we're flying from Monaco back to England for the British Grand Prix, he never asked me to officially move in it just happened now most of my time is spent in Monaco. This weekend marks two years since we met and the whole time has been nothing short of a whirlwind. I debated not going to the race being so heavily pregnant but ultimately I want to be there and after being cleared fit to fly by a doctor I refuse to miss out.

"It made sense when I started okay? I don't need to rest, I'm pregnant not ill. I have everything packed and I've got an emergency hospital bag just in case baby decides to come this weekend"

"How do you feel about everyone finding out this weekend?" As Lando pulls me into his arms I look up at him fiddling with the necklace around his neck.

"I'm excited now it's here and also very proud of us for keeping this out of the press for this long. Especially you, we both know you can't keep your mouth shut" when we found out I was pregnant we told our family and friends, not so much a need to know basis but more of who we wanted to tell however to this day we haven't made a public post telling Lando's fans and the world. Finding out during winter break meant it was easy to keep out of the public eye and since the start of the season I've missed a lot of races due to work but when I have been at them, I've lay low.

"You have no idea how many times I've nearly slipped up when I've been interviewed or on stream with Max"

"I've noticed. A lot" I know Lando is desperate to scream the news from the rooftops but he's respected my decision. It's not that I've gone to extremes to hide but I have enjoyed being able to have this time with Lando to enjoy being pregnant privately.

"I'm excited Lucía, I just can't wait to be a dad to our baby. Knowing that he's half of you and half of me is the best feeling"

"Let's be honest he's going to mainly be you because I already know he's going to look like you"

"So he'll be cute just like his dad"

"Keep telling yourself that babe"

"We really need to agree on a name for him" for months now Lando and I have argued over baby's name. There's literally nothing we can both agree on. I didn't realise just how hard it would be to name a baby. It's such a big responsibility when they'll have the name for life.

"Can we please not have that argument now. It's such a big decision, I think we'll have to decide when he's here and look at him to see what name suits him"

"I understand you wanting his surname to be Norris Alonso and I’m all for it but he really needs a name I hate calling him just baby or him all of the time"

"We'll get there Lando. I'd rather just have him here safely over anything" We've already ruled out any name that is directly linked to anyone on the grid and anything that is utterly ridiculous. We can't even decide whether baby should have a middle name; Lando has grown up without one so doesn't see the need for four names where as I've grown up with four names so to me it's completely normal. The one thing we can agree on is following the Spanish tradition of baby having both mine and Lando's surname, I know he'll go by Norris for most of his life but I like knowing Alonso will still be there.

"That goes without saying baby. Do you want to go for food before we fly?" My face lights up at the thought of food. This baby has got me eating anything and everything I'm not surprised I'm so huge. I've always loved my food but my appetite from the day I fell pregnant has been astronomical.

I watch as Lando grabs our bags, not letting me get anything other than my handbag so we can make our way to the car. If being pregnant has done one thing, it's made me fall in love with Lando even more. He's always been amazing but seeing him prepare for this new chapter in our lives has shown me a completely different side to him. He's more loving and attentive than he's ever been, witnessing the way he's been with me over the course of my pregnancy I know he's going to be an amazing dad.

The next morning I wake up sweating, England is unnaturally warm and my pregnant self isn't coping at all. Dragging myself to sit up in bed I'm at the point where I have to do everything in stages. I can already tell today is going to be a good day, tough but good.

"You okay baby?" Looking up at Lando as he walks out of the bathroom I can't believe this man is mine.

"Yeah I'll be good in a minute. He's squashing my bladder I'm sure I've peed myself but he's sitting on my sciatic nerve again" for the last few weeks baby keeps positioning himself on a nerve leaving me in pain every time he does. I've never felt pain in my lower back or leg like it and if this just a taste of what's to come in labour I don't think I want to do it.

"I can help you into the shower to see if that helps"

"Give me a minute and I will. I need to just build up the courage to stand up" resting my hand on my bump I'll miss it when he's here but I'm just about done with being pregnant now "I love how you ignore the fact I've just said I think I've peed myself"

"It's not the first time" Lando says with a shrug as he starts getting dressed "and it's not like you can help it. You've got a baby either kicking or sitting on your bladder"

"You're amazing" pulling myself off the bed I make my way over to Lando standing behind him as I wrap my arms around his torso "I love you y'know"

"I love you too" as Lando turns in my arms I feel him place a soft kiss on my forehead "how do you feel now today's here?"

"I can't wait. I'm excited to walk through the paddock flaunting this massive bump with you by side" this baby may have been a surprise but from the moment we met, I knew Lando would be the only one I'd want to have a baby with.

"I guess it's one way to prove to everyone that Lando No-Rizz has actually got rizz"

"Don't ever say that again or you'll be single forever" I say with a laugh "I'm going to shower. Love you Lando"

As we arrive at the track the crowds are insane as always even for a media day. I know Lando is about to create a full on tornado, it's not unusual for me to be here or arriving with him but he hasn't warned anyone that I'm going to be arriving 8 months pregnant or that we're about to announce it to the world. Sophie's going to kill him and probably me but the man is stubborn. When he wants to do something his way and he's set on it, there's no changing his mind. When it comes to racing or sponsors he's a bit more flexible but when it comes to his personal life, his decision is final.

"Are you ready for this?" I love how Lando is always checking on me. It can get too much sometimes but I know it's only because he cares.

"Absolutely. It was nice knowing you though Norris"

"What do you mean?" Lando asks looking at me confused.

"You haven't warned your PR team about this. Sophie is going to kill you and probably me then Chelsea will join in as well"

"I like to keep things interesting"

"I noticed" rolling my eyes I hand Lando his phone "this is your time to shine, go for it" we agreed that Lando would share a post on instagram when we arrive at the track just before we get out of the car to face the media. This way his fans at home get to see the post from him rather than all of the media outlets.

"There's no going back now" as Lando clicks post I almost feel nervous even though I have no reason to. This is our lives and no matter what opinion people may have, it's irrelevant. We're happy. Our families are happy. Our friends are happy for us. We couldn't ask for more "I love you baby"

"I love you too" leaning over I kiss Lando softly knowing between us our phones are going crazy with notifications but I'm not really bothered by that, I have my fiancé by my side that's all I need "let's do this"

landonorris and esmelucia

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user846 sobbing rn 😭

user977 you can tell he loves them both so much!

-> user205 the dream is to find someone who loves me as much as Lando loves Lucía!

fernandoalonso abuelo can’t wait to meet him

-> esmelucia te amo papá

user357 why Norris Alonso and not just Norris? Seems disrespectful to Lando

-> user825 she’s half Spanish, it’s tradition for baby to have mum and dads surname. Not disrespectful at all and Lando must have agreed 🤷🏼‍♀️

-> user296 baby is going to have one of the most iconic surnames ever!

livdavies Rafe can’t wait to meet his best friend!

-> landonorris double trouble! Pray for us all!

user185 Lando and Lucía having a baby wasn’t on my 2026 bingo card!

-> esmelucia it’s alright it wasn’t on our bingo card either 😅

Stepping out of the car I instantly hear the mumbling within the crowd. The news is travelling fast and we're met with a chorus of gasps, oh my gods thrown around and I'm positive I hear a few squeals of joy from some of the fans. It's comforting to know people are actually happy for us. Standing by Lando's side as he signs autographs for the waiting crowd I'm pulled into a few conversations congratulating us, people saying how happy they are for us and how exciting the next couple of months are going to be. I don't doubt that as we make our way to McLaren's hospitality where we're met with both Sophie and Chelsea.

"You two are a PR nightmare! A quick text with a warning would've been nice Norris!" Despite Sophie trying to act like she's annoyed I can see the smile creeping onto her face.

"Surprise?" Lando questions with a shrug.

"Never mind surprise! If it wasn't such good news to share I'd throttle the pair of you! I think you just like to make my job harder, even more so when you're together!" I know we probably should've told someone about the bomb we were about to drop but I can't help laugh.

"Sorry Soph I shouldn't laugh but your face is a picture. I wouldn't stress though, the media have the details they need to know. I'm not planning on going into full detail about my due date or anything like that. We all know baby is due at the beginning of summer break which is impeccable timing from us by the way but the media don't need to know any of that. I just hope he doesn't come the weekend of Hungary" I'm happy to share somethings with the world but the finer details I want to keep to myself.

"What's your thoughts on the media asking questions? It's going to be the main thing they want ask about today and I need to know where you stand. If you don't want to answer anything further we tell them to not even bring it up"

"Lando knows what I'm happy for them to know, we're okay with them asking some questions"

"Anything we don't want public I'll just say no comment" for someone who's so confident the thought of telling the world any kind of detail about my pregnancy terrified me at first, however Lando has made me feel so at ease despite us both having no idea what we've let ourselves in for.

A short while later Lando is ready for his first interviews of the day, I'm not involved in any of the interviews I wouldn't want to be but I've chosen to be here so I can hear what is said directly before any media outlets get the chance to alter Lando's words. I'm grateful one of Lando's first interviews is with Crofty, we've both known him for many years and I know he's never going to be there to judge us.

"Before we get started I just want to congratulate you both. You've both been around the paddock long enough for me to know that you're both good people and this couldn't be happening to two nicer people"

"Thank you, that means a lot" although I've been around Formula One for most of my life, I've never realised how many people have paid an interest in my life not just since I got with Lando but before that as well.

As the interview begins I can't help but smile at Lando smiling. Since we found out we are going to be parents he's smiled more, something I didn't think possible. When we'd spoken about kids I wanted to wait a few years but I think deep down Lando wanted kids sooner, especially since he watched Max become a dad and how much he's loved every moment since Rafe was born.

"Do you mind if I ask how Lucía told you she's pregnant? Did you expect it?" As Crofty asks the question both Lando and I burst out laughing.

"It wasn't all cute and sweet as you'd expect but it was a complete surprise for both of us. I told her to fuck off about five times because I thought she was winding me up. When I realised she was being serious I called her a knob only because she'd roped me into some couples challenge where I had to lift her off the ground and spin her round. Apparently she had to find an excuse to film something to get my reaction"

The day I told Lando about being pregnant is a day I'll never forget. I wanted to find a way to film his reaction without it being suspicious and after spending most of the morning scrolling tiktok that's when I got the idea to persuade him to try a couples challenge. Thankfully he agreed after a few eye rolls but it worked out perfectly. His reaction was exactly what I would have expected from either one of us.

Slowly making our way back to McLaren's hospitality after the interview we get stopped by so many people offering their congratulations. It's insane to me how much attention turns to you with the slightest announcement especially when a few people around the paddock already knew. Grabbing a decaf iced latte I find myself a seat outside in the sun where I'm joined by Lando and Chelsea.

"I can't breathe" letting out a deep breath I try to get my breath back.

"Are you okay baby?" Lando asks his voice laced with its usual concern.

"No your child is rearranging all of my internal organs one by one but I'll be fine. I'll be even better when he's here" I know Lando worries no matter how many times I tell him this is normal especially for someone 36 weeks pregnant.

"How does it feel knowing you're going to have a little human of your own in a matter of weeks?" Chelsea asks, she's one person I don't mind sharing details with.

"Fucking terrifying" I admit. I've told Lando multiple times that I'm nervous however that doesn't take away my excitement "I know we look after Rafe sometimes but it's completely different knowing this baby is a combination of us two and we can't just give him back when things get tough. We're going to be responsible for a whole human"

"You're going to be the best mum to him. He's going to be a mummy's boy and he's going to be obsessed with you just as much as I am" feeling Lando kiss me on the top of my head I lean into his touch. Every time I start to get nervous, he knows how to ease my fears "I have to go and do some filming but come and get me if you need anything" watching Lando rush off to where he needs to be late as always I smile at how attentive he is.

"He really is obsessed with you and it's only going to be worse once baby is here. I thought after you first met things would fizzle out and the two of you would clash being so similar but you're actually perfect for each other" looking at Chelsea I think about what she's saying. So many people thought me and Lando wouldn't last purely because of how we got together and the odds were probably stacked against us but I couldn't imagine my life without him. He's my voice of reason.

"I couldn't cope without him Chels. Don't get me wrong we do clash and argue but he keeps me sane and he keeps me calm. I think I met him at a perfect time" now I'm with Lando I couldn't ever imagine being with anyone else. I couldn't imagine starting a family with anyone else.

"You'll be pleased to know the fans are loving the announcement. I've seen a few comment how real you are for wearing crocs and walking around with your jeans open"

"Crocs are about the only things my feet fit into right now and the jeans are open because I've ate far too much and felt like I was being cut in two. They were a bad idea on my part however if I wanted them to know how real I am I'd tell them my body suit is also open because Lando wasn't around to fasten the poppers for me"

"Only you, Lucía" Chelsea says with a laugh "I need to get back to your dad but if you need anything like Lando said, come and find one of us"

The full weekend goes by in the blink of an eye. Lando has dominated all weekend and gets a clean sweep giving him back to back wins at Silverstone. Something I know means so much to him and as his fiancé I could not be prouder if I tried. Our visit to the UK is a flying one and before I know it we're back in Monaco.

"Come here baby" Lando says as he opens his arms to me "you're exhausted aren't you"

"Yeah I am" I don't even try to argue with Lando, the travel and back to back events of the weekend have completely taken it out of me "I have so much to do as well, I don't have time to be exhausted"

"Don't worry about anything. We'll get sorted"

"Lando you've sprung a house move on me and you're not even going to be here when we get the keys. We have a whole apartment to pack up and I don't start my maternity leave for nearly two weeks" In his wisdom, Lando decided we needed somewhere bigger for the three of us to live and now we don't get the keys for two weeks when I'll be 38 weeks pregnant and Lando will be getting ready to leave for Spa.

"Baby don't stress. The apartment is practically move in ready"

"I am stressed though! You'll be in Hungary on my due date and Spa the week before. I'm so scared you're not going to be here and I'll have to do this on my own" Thinking about the next few weeks overwhelms me. There is so much going on and I don't know where to begin but the fact I’m not in complete control is what stresses me out the most.

"Lu, you're never going to be on your own. Would I like to win back to back championships? Absolutely but the second there is anything happening with you or our baby that is all forgotten about. If I'm in Spa or Hungary I'll drop everything to come home to you, I've told McLaren I need a jet on stand by at all times. This is the reason we have a reserve driver. There is no one more important than you and our baby boy. I'm not missing his birth for anyone"

"I'm not doubting that you'd be there, I know you'd come home for us the second I need you. I think I'm just scared now I know how close it is to our lives changing forever. We're never just going to be Lucía and Lando again" once this baby is here I know, regardless of what happens Lando and I are tied together for life. It's never going to just be us two again, we have a whole new purpose in life.

"It is scary and it's a massive change for both of us but we have each other baby. If we have each other we can get through anything. You're still going to be you, no one especially me will see you as just a mum"

"I know you're right I just think I'm getting into my own head"

"It's been a long couple of days. Why don't we go to bed and tomorrow I'll handle some of the packing while you work? Let me take as much stress off you as I can"

"That's the best thing you've ever said to me. I can't believe how lucky I got with you" there's just something about Lando, no matter how stressed I am, he always know how to deal with me. I know every single day that I'm lucky to have Lando. My relationship with him was unexpected, I never would have planned to go to a race weekend with the intention of finding a boyfriend but I truly believe everything happens for a reason.

The next couple of weeks pass in a blur, I'm finally finished work for my maternity leave and the apartment move is in full swing. After the race in Spa, Lando made sure to come home the same night especially knowing my due date is so close and left it as late as he could before he left for Hungary. It's now Sunday after Lando has just won in Hungary and I know he'll be home soon. McLaren have stuck to their word and had a jet waiting for him to come home with today being my due date however this baby is showing no sign of moving any time soon.

While I wait for Lando to get home, I've made a start on baby's room. I know the apartment was move in ready but this is the one room I want to make changes to. In the time Lando has been away I've turned my hand to DIY and decided to paint the bedroom, I always thought nesting was a myth until it’s happened to me. I know baby won't be in this room for a long time but I still want him to have his own space. I was going to leave it until Lando got home after I built baby's pram but I'm itching to get everything done as soon as possible.

"Lucía I'm home" hearing Lando walk through the door I feel a relief I wasn't expecting. He's home for summer break and he's going to be here when baby is born.

"I'm in here!" Shouting to let Lando know where I am, I put the paint brush down.

"What the fuck are you doing up there! Are you insane! You're nine months pregnant Lucía!" Lando practically screams in panic when he realises I'm standing on a ladder, probably not my smartest idea but it seemed like a good idea at the time.

"I'm okay babe don't panic. I just couldn't settle until I got this room finished" walking towards Lando I wrap my arms around him the best I can with a bump in between us "congratulations on your win Lando. I'm so proud of you" kissing Lando I feel like I can truly enjoy the lead up to our baby's birth now he's home for just over three weeks.

"Thank you. It would have been better to have you there but it feels good knowing the next one I'll have a son to race for. The car feels so good this season"

"He'll be supporting his daddy every single race and it won't be long until he's in the back of the garage cheering you on" I already know this baby will be making his appearance at a race sooner rather than later, Lando doesn't know it yet but my plan is to try and go to Monza before the long haul races begin again later in the season but I want to keep it as a surprise.

"I can't wait until you're both there and he's wearing his LN4 merch but right now I need you to put the paint away because I want to take you for dinner to celebrate my win with the love of my life"

"It's late Lan, can we just order food in? I will put the paint away now you're home though" all I have to do in the bedroom now is decorate with accessories once the cot is in place. Lando has already said he wants to build the cot and I'm not going to stop him, however I know he's useless at painting which is one of the main reason why I did it while he's been away.

"If we're still celebrating I'm happy to order in. I'm not going to drag you out into the streets of Monaco if you want to stay home"

"I'm always going to celebrate you however my feet are so swollen and I can barely walk without being out of breath. That is a sight no one wants to see walking around Monaco" if Lando really wants to go out I'll go but at the minute the only thing I am close to comfortable is crocs and massively oversized t-shirts. I went through a stage of only wearing Lando's t-shirts however I'm too big for that now so I had to buy new ones.

"We can stay home, I want you to be comfortable over everything. I know how hard it's been these last few weeks but you've been mega" over the last few weeks I think Lando has realised and appreciated what I've put my body through. I can't complain about being pregnant, I've had it plain sailing until I've got towards the end but I'm really feeling how much it's taking its toll now.

Over the next few days Lando helps me get the nursery finished between midwife appointments to find out what's happening. Now I'm overdue there's talk of my labour being induced, something I'm on board with because I want Lando to get as much time as possible with baby before he has to leave for the Dutch Grand Prix. In our final appointment it's decided that I'll be taken into hospital Thursday with the aim of baby being born the Thursday or Friday at the latest. I'm happy with the decision and it means Lando will have the best part of three weeks with us.

As Thursday arrives along with my mum and Lando's parent my nerves are through the roof. Today is the day my life is going to change forever. Right now we're sat around waiting for the green light to go into hospital however after ringing them a couple of times throughout the day my time keeps being pushed back due to them being busy. The longer I wait, the more on edge I become.

"Do you think I could just turn up at hospital?" I ask my mum wondering what the hospital would do considering I've waited all day from 7am for the go ahead.

"Probably not they'd just send you home until they're ready for you especially with you not being in labour. Why don't you try and get some sleep?"

"I can't sleep mum I'm too nervous" I know Lando is also feeling the nerves which is why I sent him out with his dad for a while. I know he won't tell me how he's feeling to stop me worrying but I know he'll open up to his dad, something I know he needs.

"Lucía you need all the energy you can get, at least go and lie on the bed and rest until the hospital phone" I can't argue with my mum even now as an adult about to have her own baby so I make my way to the bedroom leaving my mum and Cisca to talk about their grandson, a first for them both.

Eventually I get the call I've waited all day for, the hospital want me to go in at midnight. It seems crazy to me that they want me to go at that time but I'm not going to turn them down. Once Lando and I arrive at hospital we're shown to a room where we're told we'll meet our midwife who will be looking after us.

"Can you believe this is happening?" Lando asks and I can see he's starting to get nervous despite trying to stay positive for me.

"Not at all. I've been scared this whole pregnancy about giving birth and the thought of it makes me feel sick" I've never hid how scared I am of actually having to push a baby out of my body and now it's here that fear is the worst it's ever been.

"I'm going to be by your side every step of the way baby. You're not doing this alone. You're going to have me here the whole time I'm not going anywhere and your mum will be here once you're in labour" there was never a question about Lando being by my side, however I decided I also want my mum to be here as well. I can only have two birthing partner or I would have also liked Cisca to be here as well but she's holding the fort at home.

As the night drags on I try to get as much sleep as I can while Lando tries to sleep in the chair next to my bed but being in hospital I only manage to sleep in short bursts at a time. After what feels like a lifetime, I finally get introduced to a midwife nearly seven hours after I first arrived. She talks Lando and I through the process of what is going to happen to induce labour and what options I have for pain medication. I already know I want it all, I want this experience to be as pain free as it can be.

Before this was happening to me I had no idea how painfully slow it would be for labour to start and it feels like it has taken an eternity for anything to progress however now it has I'm feeling pain like I've never felt before. Rocking on the birthing ball I can see the distress on Lando's face knowing he can't do anything for me other than try to offer words of comfort.

"You're doing amazing baby. How's the pain now?"

"I'm so tired Lan" the doctor has just given me a dose of diamorphine for the pain but now I feel like I'm slurring my words. They did warn it could slow down labour and make me feel more tired but I didn't think I'd feel this tired.

"I know the doctor said to stay on the ball if you can but why don't you try and sleep? You've barely slept since yesterday and you look like you’re about to pass out any minute" I know Lando is right and I need all the energy I can get to push this baby out so I let him help me into bed.

"Thank you for being here" holding Lando's hand I quickly fall into a deep sleep and know nothing until I wake up completely dazed to a room full of what looks like doctors with panicked looks on their faces "what's happening?"

"It's nothing to worry about Lucía we're just doing a check on baby" I hear someone tell me. I have no idea what time it is or anything, I have no sense of what is going on but I see Lando stood with my mum also looking worried.

"Lando what's happening?" I ask Lando because I know he'll be honest with me, I find doctors sometimes try to sugarcoat things but I need the truth.

"Baby's heart rate is a little bit low but they think you're ready to push"

"Is he going to be okay?"

"He will be. He's made of strong stuff like his mummy" dosing back off to sleep I don't take in the seriousness of what is being said but my mum is still calm and if she is calm I know things can't be that bad.

The rest of my labour is a complete blur. I register the midwife telling me I can push however due to the amount of pain relief I've been given I don't remember much of actually pushing. Before I know it I'm being handed a screaming baby and I burst into tears as my baby boy is placed on my chest for the first time.

"You did it baby. I'm so proud of you" as Lando kisses me I realise he has tears streaming down his face.

"I couldn't have done it without you. I love you so much Lando"

"I love you too my girl. I am in complete awe of what you have just done" as Lando looks down at our baby I can't believe we've created this little human "he's absolutely perfect"

"He really is. Our perfect little boy"

"Congratulations you two. I'm so unbelievably proud of you both" my mum says hugging me and Lando as she tries to stop her tears "I have the most perfect grandson in the world. I take back everything I ever said about being too young to be a nana"

"You'll be the best nana to him mum" as a nurse takes our baby to clean him up I look at Lando in complete shock "oh my god we're actually parents"

"We are and I can't wait for us to do this together" as Lando kisses me again I wipe his tears before telling the nurse to hand our baby to him. From the day I found out I was pregnant this is what I've waited for the most. The moment I get to see Lando holding our baby in his arms.

"Lucía we're having a problem with your placenta delivering. Are you okay if we get on of the doctors to try and pull it out while another tries to push it from your stomach?" A nurse asks me and I have no idea what this means. I know my placenta needs to come out but I had no idea there could be an issue with that.

"Yeah do what you need to do" I agree with the nurse but little did I know it would be the most painful thing I've ever experienced. I feel everything that is happening and the tears roll down my face in pain.

"You need to stop you're hurting her" hearing Lando trying to stop the doctors I realise how bad this must be for him.

"Lando calm down. They need to do it or she'll end up seriously poorly" as my mum tries to calm Lando, I scream at the doctors to stop. The pain is unbearable.

"I can't do it. That hurts too much" crying in pain I know I can't go on. I don't know what my options are but there has to be something else the doctors can try.

"We can stop Lucía but you're losing a lot of blood. The only other thing we can do is take you into surgery" I don't really know what I'm agreeing to I feel so out of it but I realise I'm being taken out of the delivery room and moved into an operating theatre.

Stirring in bed I realise the lights are dimmed but I have no idea where I am. I can see Lando at my bedside holding our newborn close to his chest and my mum is sat at the other side of the room looking more stressed than I've ever seen her before.

"Hi baby how you feeling?" Lando asks when he realises I'm awake.

"Like I've been hit with a truck. What time is it?" It looks dark outside so I must have been out a while.

"Just after 9pm. Do you want to hold him?"

"Yeah please" nodding as Lando hands me our baby I look at him in awe, he's absolutely perfect "the last I remember it was around 4pm"

"I'm not surprised, you've had a tough time of it Luc. You had us worried for a moment"

"What happened?" I have no clue what has happened to me in the last few hours.

"You ended up losing a litre and a half of blood so they took you into surgery to remove all of your placenta because it wouldn't come out. They've had to give you a blood transfusion but they said you should make a full recovery" as my mum explains what has gone on I realise how serious the situation was "I'll go and phone your dad so he knows your awake. He's beside himself with worry" as my mum leaves Lando and I alone I try to let it sink in.

“I’m sorry I worried you” I can see in Lando’s face just how stressed he’s been, that’s one thing about him; no matter what his face gives him away especially his eyes.

“Don’t you dare apologise. This wasn’t your fault I’m just relieved you’re going to be okay. I was so scared I was going to lose you”

“I’m not going anywhere other than home with my two boys” after the day we’ve have I want nothing more than to get home to my own bed. You’d think by now they’d learn to make hospital beds more comfortable than they are.

“They think you’ll be able to leave tomorrow they just need to do blood tests first”

“It can’t come quick enough. Have you thought about any names for him while I’ve been out cold?” I know we’ve been putting this off but now I have my baby in my arms I know we need to come to a decision about his name.

“I have actually. I’ve looked through loads of names and I quite like Rubén and there’s a Spanish spelling so we’re not ignoring your roots but if you hate it we can look again”

“Rubén” looking down at our baby I actually think it suits him “Rubén Norris has a ring to it. I like it”

“Do you actually?” Lando sounds surprised that I’ve actually agreed with him on a name out of the thousands we’ve looked at.

“I really like it and I like the fact you’ve brought my Spanish side into it. That’s really thoughtful” the fact Lando has covered all bases is really touching and in my state of heightened emotion I find myself crying again.

“Don’t cry baby” as Lando rests his forehead again mine I kiss him softly “I love you my girl. I didn’t think I could love you anymore than I did until I’ve just witnessed what I have today”

“I love you Lando. Me and Rubén couldn’t have don’t this without you”

“Does that mean you want to call him Rubén?”

“I do. The more I look at him the more I think the name suits him and then we he’s older I can’t wait to tell him that it was his daddy who picked his name” looking at our baby I can’t believe he’s here. I can’t believe he’s ours. I may be biased but together we’ve created the most beautiful baby I’ve ever laid eyes on.

esmelucia and landonorris

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esmelucia our baby boy finally made his dramatic entrance into the world on Friday 7th August. Rubén Jack you are everything we dreamed of and more 🩵.

landonorris I could not have done any of this without you by my side. You have been my rock from day one and we both love you endlessly. No words will ever be enough to express how grateful I am for you.

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maxfewtrell congratulations again and welcome to the best club. Rafe cant wait to meet him

-> esmelucia you’re all welcome to come over any time

landonorris I love you both so much my girl

-> esmelucia 🤍🥹

user931 McLaren’s 2044 rookie has arrived

user583 literally the cutest baby I’ve ever seen

-> user525 it’s like Lando has cloned himself

-> esmelucia no denying who his dad is 😅

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So when I originally wrote this story there was never any kind of plan to write more and especially something as long as this has turned out to be but I just can’t let these two go 🥹. Hope you all love this as much as I did writing it 🤍

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I just got my aki look up figure and the aki mini figuarts today I’m starting my aki collection I hope you get your look up figure soon he is adorable:)

omg yes!!! I'm so happy for you!!!! I bet they are the cutest ever... my aki lookup and figuarts figures are on the way... I'm hoping they'll come by this week 🙏

#I have a huge package of things coming soon I spent way too much money whoops #I just need my akis... don't blame me #I'm so freaking excited for lookup aki though it feels like I've waited so long #I WILL HOLD HIM SO GENTLY SOON #I'll post sooooo many pics so be ready #ask mags

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aliyahwritings · 7 months ago

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PROTECTIVE INSTINCTS.

Summary: Rafe Cameron gets into a fight, and Sassy!Kook!Reader helps him clean up his wounds.

Warnings: childhood friends, overprotective!rafe, alcohol/coke mentioned, blood, dumb ahh inlove, annoying mf.

Words Count: 3163

A/N: my first 'official' post ohmygawwddd!!!! i hope you will all like this. u can imagine this out of the obx plot bc in this universe sarah and rafe lowk get along and she's not w topp*r. i imagine rafe being 20/21 and reader is js a year younger

Getting an invite to Topper's party was supposed to be the highlight of your week—a chance to let loose, drink, dance, and maybe sneak in a smoke or two. You were determined to have fun. You and Sarah had been buzzing about it for days, thrilled at the idea of a night out after what felt like an eternity of being buried under schoolwork. It had been ages since either of you had gone to a party, and with all the stress piling up, you needed the break.

But, of course, Rafe had to go and ruin it by reminding you that he existed and was going to attend the party.

As the night of the party arrived, you spent way too much time getting ready—your reflection in the mirror repeatedly checked as you perfected your messy dark eye makeup. Black heels on, strapless mini-dress in a black fabric. The waist is drawn with a thin, satin black ribbon into a neat bow. The skirt flared out slightly, you knew you looked stunning. Sarah had already sent you a dozen texts about how she couldn’t wait to hit the party, and you were just about ready to go.

When you arrived at the party, it was even more packed than you'd expected. Music thumped through the house, bodies swayed on the makeshift dance floor, and the smell of coke, smoke, and alcohol lingered in the air. Sarah grabbed your hand, pulling you through the crowd as you both laughed. That was exactly the chaos you both needed.

"God, I've missed this!" Sarah shouted over the music as we moved to the dance floor. You smiled, matching her energy, the rhythm pulling your bodies into a sway.

For a while, it was easy to forget everything—school stress, drama, even Rafe’s looming presence at the party.

That is, until you saw him.

Rafe Cameron, leaning against a wall with his usual arrogance, a bottle of beer in his hand and his eyes scanning the room like he owned the place. It wasn't long before his eyes landed on you, and as usual, he didn’t look away. His eyes tracked you from across the room. He always watched you—like it was his job to make sure you were okay, even though you made it clear you didn’t need him playing bodyguard.

You groaned inwardly.

“Just ignore him,” Sarah whispered in your ear, sensing your mood shift. “Come on, let’s dance.”

And you did—letting the music take over as you moved with your friend, blocking out everything else. For a moment, it felt like maybe, you could enjoy the night without thinking about him. You walked away from your friend to get both of you a drink but as you arrived at the bar, a guy who you didn’t recognize walked up to me, his breath hot and alcohol-laced as he leaned in too close, his voice low and crude.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he said with a smirk growing on his face. “You look stunning tonight. That dress—damn, it’s doing wonders to your body.”

You raised an eyebrow, trying to ignore him as you focused on getting your drinks. “Thanks, but I’m not interested,” you replied coolly, turning slightly away from him.

“Oh, come on now,” he pressed, undeterred. “Don’t be like that. I could make your night a lot more fun. I know how to show a girl a good time. I could take you somewhere private, just you and me. I bet I could make you feel better than any of the other guys ever could.”

You felt your stomach churn, irritation rising as you glanced around for an escape. “I really don’t think so,” you said firmly, your patience wearing thin. “Just back off, alright?”

But he stepped closer, invading your personal space even more, a cocky grin plastered on his face. “Why're you playing hard to get when we both know you’re a slut. You don’t gotta pretend with me, baby—”

You rolled your eyes, about to insult him but the sound of a bottle smashing to the floor before Rafe’s fist collided with the guy's face.

“Say that again,” Rafe growled, his voice deadly calm as he grabbed the guy by the collar, pulling him close. The crowd around you froze, the music blaring in the background as Rafe’s knuckles bled from the punch he’d just thrown.

The guy stumbled, trying to mumble something that sounded like an apology, but of course, Rafe wasn’t done. His jaw was clenched, his eyes burning with a fury that sent chills down your spine.

“Rafe!” you shouted, pushing through the frozen crowd to get to him. “Let him go!”

But he barely heard you. His focus was locked on the guy, like he was two seconds ago from throwing another punch. It took Topper and Kelce rushing over to pull him off before things escalated any further.

The guy backed away, rubbing his jaw, his eyes wide with fear. “I-I didn’t know, man—”

“I don’t fucking care. Get out of here!” Rafe yelled, cutting him off, his chest still heaving with rage.

You watched as the guy walked away, his tail between his legs. Your attention shifted to Rafe, who turned on his heel and headed towards the stairs. You followed him with your eyes as he ascended until he disappeared into one of the rooms upstairs, shutting the door behind him.

You glanced around, searching for Sarah. When you spotted her you waved to catch her eye. She looked over, and you mouthed, “I’m going to check on Rafe.” Sarah gave you a quick nod.

With a deep breath, you pushed your way through the crowd and made your way upstairs, the noise from the party fading into the background as you reached the top. The hallway was quieter, the air heavier. Without hesitation, you headed straight for the door you saw Rafe disappear behind. You didn’t even think to knock; there was no need for formality between the two of you. It wasn’t in your nature to tiptoe around Rafe, not when you’d known him your entire life.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. He glanced up when you entered, surprise flashing briefly in his eyes before it was replaced with that familiar guarded expression.

He opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off, “What the hell is your problem, Rafe?” you told him, crossing your arms on your chest. “You can’t just go around hitting people!”

He stood up, glaring at you. “He deserved it,” he shot back. He turned away from you, pacing the room like a caged animal. “Did you hear the shit he was saying to you? You think I was just gonna stand there and let him talk to you like tha?”

You sighed, frustrated but not entirely surprised. This was Rafe—impulsive, overprotective, and always ready to throw a punch when it came to you. “Yeah, I heard it, Rafe—he was talking to me. And I could’ve handled it. I don’t need you acting like my knight in shining armor.”

His head snapped up at that, and he took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. “Really? You think you could’ve handled him? Because from where I was standing, he wasn’t taking no for an answer.”

You huffed, shaking your head. "That’s not the fucking point! You always do this. You’re always trying to play the hero when no one asked you to." You met his gaze with a hard stare of your own, refusing to back down.

Rafe’s eyes darkened, his jaw clenching as he stepped even closer, closing the distance between you. His voice dropped lower, almost a growl. "Maybe I’m not playing. Maybe I actually give a damn when some asshole thinks he can talk to you like that."

His proximity made the air between you feel charged, and you had to fight the urge to step back. Instead, you held your ground, your heart pounding in your chest. "And maybe you should learn to pick your battles instead of flying off the handle every time someone so much as looks at me the wrong way," you shot back, your voice just as sharp as his.

His lips twisted into a smirk, though there was no humor in it—just frustration. "Pick my battles?" He echoed, his voice low and dangerous. "Like you would ever let me. Every time I try to protect you, you act like it’s some kind of personal offense. Like I’m doing something wrong by giving a damn about what happens to you, Y/N."

You scoffed, crossing your arms tighter across your chest. "Because it’s not about me! It’s about you needing to feel like you’re in control of everything. You can’t just punch your way through life, Rafe."

"It’s not about control. It’s about not letting anyone treat you like that. I’m not gonna stand by and watch it happen. Not when it’s you."

For a moment, the room was silent, the weight of his words hanging between you. You sighed, the fight slowly leaving your body. “You’ve always been like this, you know?” you said, your tone softening just slightly. “Even when we were kids. You were always ready to defend me.”

His expression softened, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah, well, some things don’t change.”

You shook your head, biting back a smile. “You’re impossible, Rafe Cameron.”

He let out a low laugh. “Yeah, I’ve heard that before.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no real bite behind it. The anger between you was fading. He infuriated you, but deep down, you knew his heart was in the right place—even if he had a habit of making things way more complicated than they needed to be.

Rafe’s eyes lingered on yours, the tension still there but different now. He stepped closer again, but this time, there was no anger in his movements, just something more... deliberate. His voice dropped, barely above a whisper. "You looked good tonight, by the way."

Your breath hitched, and before you could stop yourself, you met his gaze with a smirk of your own. "You’re just now noticing?" you teased, though your voice came out softer than you intended.

"Trust me, I noticed the second you walked in."

You cleared your throat, breaking the intense moment between you two. “Let me see your hand,” you said, trying to refocus on something else.

Rafe raised an eyebrow, his usual cocky smirk creeping back onto his face. “What? Worried about me now, princess?”

“Hardly, but you’re a mess and someone’s gotta clean you up before you bleed all over Topper’s sheets.”

He grinned, stepping back slightly and letting you grab his hand. His skin was warm under your fingers, and you tried to ignore the way your pulse quickened as you turned his hand over, inspecting the damage. His knuckles were raw, a few cuts oozing blood.

You glanced around the room, spotting a small bathroom attached to the guest room. “Sit down,” you ordered, nodding towards the bed. Rafe didn’t argue—surprisingly—but the amused smirk never left his face as he sat down, watching you with that intense, unblinking gaze of his. You walked over to the bathroom, rummaging through the cabinet until you found some bandages and antiseptic wipes.

When you returned, Rafe had leaned back against the headboard, legs spread slightly, his arms resting on his knees like he was waiting to be entertained.

“Hold still,” you said firmly as you sat on the edge of the bed beside him, gently taking his injured hand in yours.

"Careful," he teased, his voice low and husky. "I might start thinking you actually care."

You shot him a quick glare, your eyes narrowed. "Or maybe I just don’t want to deal with your whining if this gets infected."

He chuckled, the sound deep and almost... seductive. "Trust me, I’m not the whining type. You, on the other hand, love getting under my skin."

You ignored his comment, though the corners of your mouth twitched in amusement. “Here you go, telling lies. Unlike you, I am responsible—something you wouldn’t understand.”

Rafe’s smirk widened, his blue eyes locked on yours as you worked. “Yeah? Is that why you spent half the night trying to avoid me?” He tilted his head. “You’re terrible at it, by the way.”

“Maybe I was avoiding you because I knew you’d do something stupid. And look, I was right.”

“So, you were watching me all night, huh? Didn’t realize I was that distracting.”

“More like I could sense the chaos coming from a mile away,” you shot back, the corner of your mouth twitching despite your best efforts not to smile.

“Admit it, you’d miss me if I didn’t cause a little chaos.”

You snorted, playfully nudging his good shoulder. “Miss you? I think my life would be way more peaceful.”

He gave a dramatic sigh, clutching his chest with his uninjured hand. “Wow. You really know how to wound a guy. If I wasn’t already bandaged, I’d need another one for my heart.”

You smirked, shaking your head. “Please, Rafe. You’ve got an ego the size of this entire house. I think your heart’s just fine.”

He chuckled, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Maybe. But you like me this way.”

“Oh, do I now?” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “And what makes you think that?”

Rafe leaned in just a little more, that teasing grin still plastered on his face. “Because, no matter how much you complain, you’re always right here. Taking care of me. Telling me I’m an idiot. It’s kind of your thing.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, though the sass in your voice was playful. “It’s called charity work, Rafe. I should be getting paid for dealing with you.”

He laughed, his gaze dropping briefly to your lips before flicking back up. “Oh, I’ll pay you back. Trust me.”

You tilted your head, giving him a sly smile. “Yeah? And how exactly are you gonna do that?”

Rafe’s grin widened at your challenge, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He shifted a little closer, the air between you growing even more charged. “Oh, you’ll see, princess. But you’ll have to be patient. I know that’s not your strong suit.”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing as you leaned back on the bed, crossing your legs. “Patience? With you? That’s asking for a miracle, Cameron.”

He chuckled, his hand resting just beside your thigh. “Miracle? More like a blessing. I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you, and you know it.”

You shot him a look, narrowing your eyes playfully. “Best thing? Don’t flatter yourself. You’re like a stray dog that keeps following me around, begging for attention.”

Rafe smirked, leaning in so his face was closer to yours, his voice dropping low. "And you love the attention. Don’t act like you don’t.”

“Please, the only thing I love is the peace and quiet I get when you’re not around.”

He let out a mock gasp, putting a hand over his chest. “Ouch. Again.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “Dramatic again. Besides, you can dish it out, but you can’t take it.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, that cocky grin never leaving his face. “Me? Can’t take it? You must be thinking of someone else, sweetheart. I can take anything you throw at me.”

You leaned in a little, matching his energy. “Anything? That sounds like a challenge.”

He tilted his head, his blue eyes locking onto yours, full of playful intensity. “It is. Go ahead, try me. What’ve you got?”

You pursed your lips, pretending to think for a moment before smirking. “Alright. How about this? For starters, you’re predictable. Every time something doesn’t go your way, you throw a tantrum or a punch, like you’re still a spoiled little boy.”

Rafe’s smirk didn’t falter, if anything, it grew. “Predictable? That’s rich, coming from someone who’s always acting like she doesn’t care when we both know she does.”

“Oh, please,” you scoffed. “I don’t care. I just know how to deal with your dramatics.”

“Right. That’s why you followed me up here, bandaged my hand, and now you’re sitting here flirting with me,” Rafe said, his tone smug.

You blinked, caught off guard for a second. “Flirting? Don’t confuse taking care of your stupidity with flirting, Cameron.”

He leaned even closer, his lips just inches from yours now, his voice a low, teasing whisper. “Oh, so this isn’t flirting?”

You bit your lip, fighting the heat rising in your cheeks. “No. This is me being nice because you’re too dumb to take care of yourself.”

“Sure it is,” he murmured, his voice dropping to that husky tone that always made your heart race. “You’re really bad at hiding it, you know.”

You raised an eyebrow, challenging him. “Hiding what?”

Rafe grinned, his gaze flickering down to your lips for a split second before meeting your eyes again. “How much you like being around me.”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “You’re delusional. I’m just here so Topper doesn’t kill you for bleeding all over his stuff.”

“Uh-huh,” Rafe replied, his thumb lightly tracing circles on your thigh, the gesture casual but full of tension. “And I’m sure you’d leave the second I’m patched up, right?”

You blinked, but your voice didn’t waver as you answered, “Absolutely. As soon as I’m done here, I’m out.”

“Really?” His eyes sparkled with challenge, his breath warm on your skin. “Then why haven’t you left yet?”

You faltered, trying to keep your cool, but his proximity was intoxicating. “Because... You needed help for your hand and I couldn't let you be miserable.”

Rafe chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. “Always gotta get the last word, huh?”

“Someone has to,” you shot back, but your voice was quieter, less sharp as the tension between you both thickened.

He watched you for a long moment, his gaze intense but soft at the same time. Then, with that infuriating smirk still on his face, he leaned back slightly. “Alright, I’ll let you win this round. But don’t think I didn’t notice how close you got just now.”

You rolled your eyes, standing up from the bed. “I was checking your hand, not getting close to you.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, princess,” he teased, watching you as you walked toward the bathroom to put away the bandages.

You turned back to him, shaking your head with a smile. “You’re annoying.”

“And yet, you keep coming back,” Rafe quipped, standing up and stretching.

And he was right…

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neigepomme · 2 months ago

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˙ ✩°˖ ✈️ playlists / caleb x reader

synopsis; sharing your music streaming account with caleb; maybe you weren't the only one feeling something deeper than friendship.

🍎 pomme's notes - i had to put this on paper (? screen..?) before i forgot about it... big fan of love songs and i have my very own caleb playlist (which will be shared at the end of this post)!! do share your calebcore songs with me in replies :9

⋆ 400 words / fluff / reader is gender neutral / 2nd person / point form / two fools pining for each other..

✈︎ caleb who you've shared a spotify account with for as long as you can remember.

✈︎ you'd always check what he was listening to, and he did the same.

✈︎ "aww pipsqueak, this thing's full of love songs. you feeling lovesick or somethin'?", he'd say, with a boyish grin plastered on his face.

✈︎ he teased and poked fun at you, but secretly wished for the love songs in your playlist to reflect how you felt about him. after all, he'd listen to songs and think of you too.

✈︎ and they were. tons of sappy melodies, all of which reminded you of his bright purple eyes. those eyes that looked at you like you were the world.

✈︎ you'd send each other songs, all of which had some sort of message hidden within them. lines about falling in love, the warmth of one another's arms, how the world felt conquerable when they were by your side.

✈︎ that was caleb to you, and you to caleb. no matter what happens, you'd be the anchor he needs, and he'd be the star in your night sky.

✈︎ "shut up, caleb.. i've seen the bruno mars in your playlists! is there a secret someone i'm not aware of?" you'd reply, cheeks burning. you knew he spent all of his free time with you, but seeing the cute little songs within his rotation, you couldn't help seeds of doubt getting planted in your mind.

✈︎ "me? never", he chuckled and with the most sincere look he could muster, he looks at you; "you know you're the only one for me, pips. no one comes close."

✈︎ you could swear you see his ears turning a deep red. he reaches out, inserting an earbud into your ear, knocking the words you were gonna utter out of your mouth.

✈︎ "let's call a truce and listen to our sappy songs together, yeah? we can be lovesick losers together" and with a bit of a tremble in his hand, he grabs a hold of yours.

✈︎ you hum, interlacing your fingers with his. whatever it was that you two were, more than friends, not quite lovers, you were content not giving it a title for now.

✈︎ if you can stay by his side, in this small and warm world you created, then you're okay waiting, and he doesn't mind waiting even longer, just for you to take a step and open your arms to him.

✈︎ for now, it was just you two, shared earbuds, and a soft romantic melody.

🍎 pomme's final notes - he's so sweet.. i've been debating his music taste with my friends and all of my friends say he's got a 2010s loser music taste which i agree with, but i think he's oh so sappy.. he listens to doo-wops & hooligans and he's got the biggest smile on his face thinking about you when 'just the way you are' comes on!!!! i just know it..

click this for my calebcore playlist! this leads to a youtube playlist full of songs that remind me of him! he canonically listens to whatever you listen to i think? which is so so so sweet. need me a caleb!!

#⋆ pomme writes #caleb x reader #caleb #love and deepspace #lads #caleb x you #lads x reader #love and deepspace x reader #lads caleb #⋆ neigepomme

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sqgeism · 13 days ago

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𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 | hiccup haddock x gender neutral reader

love mail — did someone say hiccup haddock? (no one did) surprise! at this point my account is jus becoming self indulgent and i'm posting faves :P FOR THE LOVE OF THE GAMEEE ! LOVE OF THE GAME ! it's 1am help me. art creds: amadeikolinkaut

hiccup's kind of stupid, for all his smarts.

he's confident in two things; toothless, and dragon riding.

which was basically the same thing.. but don't tell him that. he's got enough on his plate.

like trying to figure out how he feels about his best friend, who is currently off for a long mission - and he's been a little antsy about it. everyone's noticed the mood change, how he's a little more mopey, more lost in thought than he should be. ask hiccup what he's thinking and for once, and he doesn't immediately answer some new invention or dragon species.. no, it's something more vulnerable, human. quite literally.

while he's forced to drown in your absence, hiccup's been reflecting. he recalls how astrid laughed at how much he was insisting to come with you, that the village would be alright without their chief, but you made him swore that he'd stay. that no matter how long you'd spend searching for new resources and information, that he'd stay at berk and wait.

and wait he's been doing, waiting— waiting— and waiting. waiting is starting to drive him crazy. as he flies over berk, his eyes can't stop but stare at your home. it's always been next to hiccup's, just a moment away, but now you're somewhere in the world he can't reach, and that brings great discomfort to the dragon master.

the boy knows he's better than this, stronger than a measly ache to yearn. but may thor forbid any sound that is reminiscent of your laughter— for hiccup will always turn in hopes you're there, only to be disappointed. like orpheus to eurydice, he can't help but turn to see the one he misses, for the reason he looks is because he loves. and hiccup has yet to realize that; he too, would walk through the darkest depths to bring you back to light.

and maybe he wonders about you sometimes, and maybe it isn't just 'sometimes' but all the time, and maybe he's burying his head into his pillow and screaming his lungs out. he's telling even talking to toothless, "i don't miss them, bud. i've got my whole village to worry about, why on berk would only one person make me anxious like this?" as if verbalizing his thoughts make them fact. he hopes if he says it enough, it'll make his lie believable.

because who is he fooling? definitely not himself.

he's not fooling the most naïve of people when he literally shoves snotlout to the ground to get to you, nearly tripping over himself as you catch him- the boy damn near ate dirt just to be in your arms again. you want to talk, to tell him about your findings, but he's practically crushing you in his grip. he's crushing you, and he's laughing. because it makes sense to him now. he's spent so many nights wondering, hoping you'd come home. and you did. he doesn't have to hope anymore- because you're not a thought, not a memory, not a fragment of a moment. but you're here, you're home, and you're back in his arms.

he hates himself for ever letting you leave.

the truth has always been, and will always be;

"i missed you."

#ㅤ 𐔌᭥ᩙ༉ㅤnew flower bloomed ! :ೃ࿔𔓘 #hiccup haddock x reader #hiccup x reader #httyd #httyd x reader #hiccup x you #hiccup haddock #hiccup haddock x you #hiccup haddock x y/n

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jisungiesvzz · 3 months ago

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Hiii! Can u please write a similar one like ' give in to me' but a han version💗no rush or anything. I really like ur writing 🫶

I absolutely love this idea! Hope this wasn't too long of a wait :)

Unexpected?

Idol!Han x Choreographer Fem!Reader

Warnings: kissing/making out, public touching (no one sees), neck kissing, fingering (f receiving), getting interrupted/caught

Word Count: 4k (don't look at me)

Author's Note: please let me know if I missed any warnings, this was rushed! And sorry for not posting in so long, I've been going thru it lately...

Versions: Hyunjin // Han // Jeongin //

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You’d spent the whole day with Han and his band members trying to teach them some new choreography. They’d asked you a couple days before if you’d teach them some dances just for fun and you happily agreed.

It was past dinner time, nearly the middle of the night at this point, when you’d realized how late you’d stayed in the studio with the boys. You said your goodnights to each other and dispersed out of the studio.

You knew it was somewhat dangerous to walk home by yourself at this hour but you didn't want to bother anyone by asking for a ride. You’d made it a good few feet from the studio when you heard someone call out to you. You turned around to put a face to the voice, a slight smile spreading across your lips when you realized it was Han.

“Hey, do you need a ride back to your dorm?”

“Uh, no it's okay. I can walk, it’s not too far.”

A frown had formed on Han’s face at your response, like it wasn't the answer he was looking for. "Y/n, there's no way I'm letting you walk back at this hour."

"But—"

"Uh-uh," Han cut you off before you could protest and pointed to his car, "To the vehicle, right now. You're coming with us."

You couldn't help but smile at his stubbornness as he walked up to you from behind and guided you to the car by your shoulders. When you arrived at the car, Han opened the door for you, revealing his bandmates inside.

"Alright guys, make some room. Y/n's coming with us!"

"I call dibs on Jeongin!" Hyunjin happily pointed at Jeongin from the backseat, then grabbed his collar to drag him to the back, earning a fake disgusted face from the younger boy.

"Yah! Channie-hyung save me!" Jeongin wailed, and you couldn't help but laugh at their antics.

After a couple moments of commotion, you and Han finally settled into the middle row. The car ride was pretty mellow, except for the music playing on the radio and playful comments from one of the boys every now and then. You tried to stay awake but your exhaustion that accumulated throughout the day had slowly started to creep up on you and you dozed off.

———

You felt a hand running soothingly through your hair and you subconsciously nuzzled into it. The hand traveled down to cup your cheek and ran a thumb softly across it. You were slowly woken up when you felt someone press their lips to the top of your head and softly speak to you, "Y/n… y/n wake up, we're here."

You finally stirred awake, blinking away your sleep. When you came to your senses, you realized you had fallen asleep on Han's shoulder. You quickly lifted your head off his shoulder, slightly flustered from having fallen asleep on him, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep..."

"Don't be, you're cute when you sleep," Han gave an innocent grin, sending hundreds of butterflies flying through your stomach. You tried to hide the blush creeping across your face by looking around the car, only to notice that everyone was gone. It made your heart flutter more to know it was just you and Han in the car. It also made you wonder how long you two had been alone for.

"They went inside a couple minutes ago," Han whispered, as if he somehow read your mind.

"Ah, I see…" you whispered back, not trusting yourself to look at him so you stared down at your fidgeting hands.

You didn't realized how close you were to him until you felt his breath on your neck. Han gently grabbed your chin and tilted your head to look at him. Your faces were mere inches apart and your heart skipped a beat. He leaned even closer, looking down at your lips with lidded eyes, your breath hitching when his lips faintly grazed yours, his thumb caressing your cheek, slowly teasing you with how close he was.

Suddenly, Han's phone began ringing. He softly scoffed with a smirk before pulling away, looking at his phone to see who was calling. "Of course… " Han sighed, picking up the call.

You were stunned, frozen in place for a moment while your mind was racing to try and fathom the moment.

Did that really just happen? Was he going to kiss me?

You forced yourself to shove your thoughts aside when you heard Chan's semi-concerned voice on the other end of the call, "Are you guys okay? You've been out there for awhile."

"Uh, yeah, I just woke her up," Han glanced at you for a moment with an expression you couldn't decipher in time before he continued talking to Chan. "We're gonna head inside now."

Han ended the call then shifted across the seats to open the car door. You were caught off guard when he took your hand and guided you outside the car. As he led you up to the dorm, you couldn't help but think about the moment you two shared not even a couple minutes ago. It wasn't unusual for you and Han to share small affectionate moments like holding hands and things like that but it was never something more — never like… that. Han was being so calm about it that you began to think it never even happened, that maybe you were overthinking the situation. No way you were.

You shook your thoughts away when you arrived at the dorm. The group of boys were splayed out across the couch watching some drama on the TV. Some of them spared you glances of acknowledgment, but most of their attention remained on the show. A part of you was relieved they paid little to no mind to your entrance because you realized that you and Han were still holding hands.

Han led you down the hallway towards his room, not letting go of your hand until the door was closed. He walked further into the room, turning a corner — disappearing from your view. You awkwardly stood by the door, not sure if he wanted you to follow him or not. A few seconds later, he peeked his head around the corner. His eyes subtly ran up and down your body before he let out a soft chuckle at your awkwardness.

"I don't bite, you know," he grinned before disappearing from your view again. You sarcastically laughed at his comment before heading towards the section of the room he was in. When you turned the corner, you found Han racking through some of his clothes, eventually picking up two black hoodies; different in size.

"Which one do you want wear?" Han held the hoodies out in front of him for you to observe.

"Oh- uh it's okay I don't—"

"Y/n, please, I can see the goosebumps on your arms," he cut you off, a knowing look on his face. You opened your mouth to counter his statement but immediately took it back when his gaze intensified, as if warning you he wouldn't take no for an answer.

You let out a sigh before choosing the bigger hoodie of the two. Once you made your decision, Han swiftly pulled the other one over his head. You frowned at him, "If I had known you were gonna wear the one I didn't choose, I would've taken the smaller one."

Han chuckled at your comment, "Just put on your sweater, jagiya." Your heart fluttered at the sudden pet name, butterflies forming in your stomach when he took a few steps closer to you. His hands grazed over yours as he grabbed the hoodie and helped you pull it over your head, wrapping his hands around the back of your neck to pull your hair out from underneath the hoodie. Your mind was becoming fuzzy from the gesture, deciding to distract yourself from his lingering hands by 'readjusting' the bottom area of the garment.

You let out a sigh when his hands started carding through your hair, lightly grazing your scalp; not enough to massage but enough to grasp your attention. When you didn't look at him, he tilted your head back by lightly tugging at the strands of your hair, eliciting a shocked, quiet gasp from you.

It was like you were in the car all over again, your faces just inches apart — the gap closing. His lips grazed yours, your breath hitching when his thumb came to graze across your bottom lip. He couldn't bare the distance anymore as he cupped your cheeks and pressed his lips against yours. You melted into his touch, placing your arms around his neck. He leaned your head to the side to deepen the kiss by tugging on your hair again and you whined into his mouth. You felt him smirk against your lips and your knees nearly buckled when he ran his tongue along your bottom lip teasingly.

One of Han's hands trailed down your body, lightly massaging your waist as he backed you up against the wall, never faltering from the kiss. You gasped into his mouth at the impact and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth with a quiet groan. In desperate need to ground yourself with something, anything, your hands flew to his hair, intertwining with the strands.

Han was the first to pull away, leaning his forehead against yours, both of you left breathless. Your heart was beating through your chest as you untangled your hands from his hair. Before you could place them anywhere else, he took one of your hands in his and laced his fingers with yours, another wave of butterflies flowing through you at the gesture. For a moment, only heavy breathes and lingering looks were shared; your mind still processing.

Han leaned in closer, as if to kiss you again when suddenly, there was a loud knock on the bedroom door, making both of you nearly jump out of your skin. You immediately separated from each other when you heard the door open and footsteps gradually coming closer.

"Where are you guys?" you heard Chan call out, hearing a tint of uncertainty in his voice.

"Uh, the c-closet," Han replied back, rubbing the back of his neck — you could see his cheeks turning a slight crimson color, surely not as obvious as your flushed cheeks though. His sudden flustered state was shocking to you as he had just made the first move not too long ago.

Chan came into view as Hyunjin curiously popped his head around the corner. "Are you guys okay?" Chan asked, furrowing his brows when he felt some tension in the room. Hyunjin narrowed his eyes at you suspiciously and your shoulders subtly tensed more from his gaze. Could he tell?

You tried to shrug it off and make something up but your mind was still elsewhere. Han quickly stepped in, "Yeah, we're fine. Just… talking."

"Wait a minute," Hyunjin said, readjusting himself so he was no longer peeking inside the room. His finger pointed between you and Han and you felt like your heart was about to stop, "Are you wearing Han's hoodie?"

You began stumbling over your words, heat rising to your cheeks and you turned your head away when Han spoke up again, recomposing himself. "Uh, she was cold earlier, so I gave it to her."

Hyunjin pressed his tongue against his cheek, side eyeing you as he began to take a few steps out of the closet, "Mhm, for sure."

Chan rolled his eyes and shooed Hyunjin off as he giggled to himself all the way out the door. Chan remained in the closet doorway as you and Han avoided eye contact with him.

"Okay, I don't know what's happening here and I honestly don't want to know," Chan admitted, letting out a deep sigh. "Just… hurry up and come join us. I can't take another moment of them complaining about your guys' absence," he continued, partially talking to himself as he walked out the door.

Han let out a soft chuckle once he was sure it just you two in the room again. You looked at him with a confused expression, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," he gave you a small smile before taking your hand in his and leading you to the living room. You were sure you were redder than a tomato now. "Let's go join the others."

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It had been a couple hours since you and Han had your little… moment. You had joined the members in the TV room, settling down on one end of the couch. Han had sat next to you, his arm draped over your shoulder with a blanket spread across both your laps. Hyunjin and Felix were on the couch next to you while the rest of the boys were hurdled around the living room floor or leaning against the couch.

You'd managed to calm your nerves down a bit, choosing to intensely focus on the drama playing on the TV instead of how Han's hand seemed to be inching closer to your thigh every few seconds. When his hand finally grazed over your thigh under the blanket, you shuffled in your seat a bit, earning a cocky grin from Han. He fully rested his hand on your inner thigh causing your breath to hitch. Lee Know, who was resting in front of the couch by your feet, noticed your movements and turned to look at you.

"Are you okay?" he mouthed, brows furrowing with genuine concern. You simply nodded your head, not trusting even the smallest whisper to come out of your mouth that could expose how aroused you were becoming. Han firmly squeezed your thigh and you bit back a whine when his hand traveled up to caress the waistband of your sweatpants. You cleared your throat, sitting up on the couch.

"Uh, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom really quick." With that, you sprung off the couch, urgently heading towards the bathroom at the end of the hallway — just out of view from the members.

You had opened the door when someone came up behind you and dragged you inside. From the corner of your eye, you recognized Han and before you could say anything, he was closing the door and pushing you up against the wall, his arms landing on either side of your head, caging you in. Your hands instinctively flew up to his chest to steady yourself, palms trembling when you felt his toned muscles.

"H-Han, what are you— " you were cut off when Han smashed his lips against yours. He pressed his hips against you as he kissed you slow and sloppy. You practically moaned into his mouth from the friction of his hips and he pushed his tongue into your mouth earning a real moan from you.

The sounds you were making seemed to spur him on more and he groaned, his hands flying to your hips to guide you against him. He broke from the heated kiss, wrapping his hands under your thighs to turn you around and lift you onto the bathroom counter.

"Fuck, baby I need you," he groaned, instantly connecting his lips to your neck and you whimpered into his shoulder when he nipped at the sensitive spot just below your ear, running his tongue along the same area to sooth it. He repeated the movements, nipping and licking at the sweet spot on your neck, lightly massaging your thighs as you moaned and whimpered against him.

His hands trailed to the waistband of your pants, tugging at the fabric. You grinded your hips forward and he took that as a sign to take them off, instantly doing so. His hand went down to your clit, rubbing slow, tight circles on it over your underwear. You moaned at the new sensation, rocking your hips against him as your hands flew to his hair.

"F-fuck, Hannie wait—" you whimpered, slightly moving your head back to look at him. Han pressed his lips against yours in a quick sensual kiss before pulling back, giving you a curious expression before letting you speak — his hand never faltering its movements on your clit.

"The m-members could hear us," you managed to whine out, feeling your orgasm approaching. You let out a guttural moan when Han moved your underwear aside and inserted two of his digits into you, curling them against your g-spot effortlessly, your walls clenching tightly around his fingers as you were on the brink of your orgasm.

"By the way you're clenching around my fingers, it looks like you're rather enjoying the idea of that," he slyly grinned, attaching his lips to your collarbone and sucking hard. You threw your head back, body tensing and legs shaking as your release hit you like a title wave. You tried to close your legs to stop him from stimulating your overly sensitive clit but his hips were in the way, keeping you open for him to fuck his fingers into you how he pleases.

"H-Hannie, it's too m-much," you whimpered trying to remove his hands from your clit and clenching hole but he only quickened his pace in response. You moaned, even louder than before, as your second orgasm crashed over you unannounced, more intense than you've ever felt.

"Yeah, that's it, let it out," Han cooed into your ear, continuing to massage your bundle of nerves and spreading your release along your inner thighs when you jolted from overstimulation. He placed soft kisses along your neck, massaging your waist and hips while you came down from your high. You lightly tugged at the strands of hair on the back of his head, pulling his attention to your face.

“Hannie,” you whispered, eyes flickering to his lips as you caught your breath. His expression was still filled with need, his grip on your hips strong, as if he was trying to hold himself back — to ground himself. “What was that about?”

“I uh- I just… something came over me, I guess,” he let out with a breathy chuckle.

“Oh? Something came over you?” you repeated his words, quirking a brow at him with a knowing look. He grinned, leaning closer so your lips were inches apart.

“After we kissed earlier, I couldn’t stop thinking about…” he paused for a second, gazing down at your lips and licking his own, lowering his voice. “About kissing you again.”

“You sure that’s all you thought about?” you teased. He lowly chuckled, rubbing your thighs and you softly gasped.

“Hm, maybe I thought of more… lewd things,” he softly kissed you, shifting closer to you and you felt his hard-on rub against your thigh. He spoke in a low, sultry tone, pressing his hips flesh with yours as a whine escaped your lips, “Let me show you.”

His lips instantly reconnected with yours as his hands flew down to his pants to undo his belt. Your hands worked their way to his shirt to lift it over his head but your movements were stopped when you heard a loud knock on the door. You both immediately froze when Chan spoke through the door, "Y/n, you okay in there?"

"Uh, I- yeah I'm okay!" you stammered out, reaching to pull your pants back up. Han didn't care about his own disheveled state as he helped fix up your clothes and smooth out your hair. When you went to stand up off the counter, you landed directly on Han's foot, a loud groan fell from his lips as you both stumbled back against the opposite wall, your hands flying to his chest to soften your fall as you hit the wall with a thud. Han groaned again when his head hit the wall, rubbing the back of his head and holding his mouth, hoping to muffle his sounds of pain. You frantically whispered apologies to him, instantly shutting up when he placed his hand over your mouth, his finger coming to his own in a shushing motion.

Outside the door, Chan heard the quiet commotion inside, his heart dropping for a split second when he heard the thud. He knocked on the door a little more frantically this time, "Y/n, what was that noise? Are you okay?"

You and Han didn't hear him over your quiet panic, completely missing how he had opened the door and was now standing in the doorway, mouth agape. His eyes went back and forth between the two of you, taking note of your messy hair, his brows furrowing with realization when he noticed Han's shirt half ridden up and belt unbuckled. Han was quick to speak up, "Wait, Chan we can—"

Chan cut him off, a mischievous smile spreading across his face, "Huh, is this what you were doing in the closet earlier?"

You were stunned. Both from the fact of being caught in such a compromising act but more from the fact of how nonchalant Chan was being about the whole situation. Your jaw went slack, heat washing over your face as words failed to leave your mouth. Han's face was completely flushed, turning his head in the other direction as Chan let out an amused chuckle.

"Ah, I see. I'll leave— " Your heart dropped again when you heard curious voices down the hallway, interrupting Chan's train of thought.

"Channie-hyung, is everything alright back there?" you heard Jeongin call out.

"Yeah, we heard some commotion from the—" Felix cut his sentence short when he reached the bathroom door, freezing in place when he saw the disheveled state you and Han were in. Chan sighed, placing his hand on Felix's shoulder, slightly shaking it to stop him from staring.

"Uh… I'm just gonna go," Felix awkwardly said, pointing down the hallway. Thankfully, on his way out he ran into Jeongin, leading the poor boy down the hallway as he fought him back, confused on what was happening.

You were on the verge of crawling out of your skin, shoulders tensed and heat creeping up your neck as embarrassment washed over you. You were already overwhelmed from Han suddenly making out with you and the additional attention of some of the members had your hands shaking.

Han seemed to noticed your anxiety and he practically leapt forward, shooing Chan out of the doorway and shutting the door. He turned back around to look at you, only to find that you were facing away from him, head in your hands.

"Y/n…?" he said softly, taking a few steps forward, unsure of what you were feeling. When you didn't say anything, only letting out a soft sigh, he carefully wrapped his arms around your waist and held your hands, resting his head on your shoulder when you didn't pull away from his initial actions.

"Did I over step?" his voice was quiet, almost hesitant. "I'm sorry if—"

"No, no, no, it's not you," you quickly reassured him, squeezing his hand. "A lot just happened in the past, like, twenty minutes. I guess I just need a minute…?"

He nuzzled his face into your neck, humming in agreement, sending tingles down your spine. After a moment, you felt him press a feather light kiss right below your ear, your breath hitching.

"Uh— Han what are you…"

"Hm, it's been a minute," Han slyly grinned, your mouth opening and closing in shock.

"Oh my gosh, Han that's not what I meant," you giggled when he squeezed your hips, pressing more kisses along your neck. Through your laughter you hadn't realized that he had unhooked himself from you and turned you around to lead your back towards the wall again. Once your back was pressed against the wall, your laughter quieted down and the air between the two of you became thick again. You softly gasped when he leaned closer and you felt something hard against your leg.

A tempting smirk spread across his face as he grazed his lips against yours, "I think we have some unfinished business."

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madamechrissy · 6 months ago

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Your series is on toppp, i was always waiting for your new post especially that gojo series lmao. Anyways, can we get a gojo x innocent!reader?? Make them likee childhood friend and gojo takes her virginity lolll.

Thank you sm love, I hope you enjoy it <3 You know I've never given Gojo a virgin in anything, it's his first time for me lmaooo! 🩷🩷🩷

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x virgin reader

Contents/warnings: cute fluff, friends to lovers, first time/loss of virginity, oral sex (M and F receiving), explicit sex, pet names, not much plot lol, just smut fr

Word Count:: 3.7k

🩷 First Time 🩷

You are sitting next to Satoru on his couch as you all watch one of his silly movies. He has laid out a million snacks and treats for the night, including bowls full of Halloween candy from yesterday. Yes, Satoru was twenty two and yes, he still went trick or treating, you’d been dragged along with him all night last night, running from house to house.

Your feet still hurt, you’re wincing and rubbing them, and Satoru looks over at you with his stupidly pretty eyes, eyes you should be used to after being friends for ten years, but sometimes they… well they did things. Satoru seems to be clueless at his effects on you, how when he tickles you, you gasp, how when he pulls you against him, you sigh and inhale his scent.

You’re pretty bad at hiding it.

Suguru and Shoko make fun of you endlessly, but you are just too afraid to ruin your friendship. But then, you’ve also non stop turned down men, left and right, pining away for him. It certainly was not the best way to go about things, but you’re holding out for him to be your first. Even though it’s foolish to think it will happen, you can’t help but wait for him.

Satoru was not dating anyone, he really had not dated much since high school, he would have a fling here and there, but mostly he spent time working and then with his friends. With you.

“Feet hurting? Bring ‘em to Daddy.” He teases with a smirk, and you giggle, rolling your eyes.

“Oh gosh, Satoru. You really gonna rub ‘em?”

“Sure am, it’s my fault they hurt. C’mere.” You lean back on the couch and prop your feet up on his lap, as his long fingers press into the soles of your feet, you moan a bit, and he pauses, looking at you.

“Sorry.” You say, flustered and overheated, and Satoru looks back at the movie, his tall, lithe body leaning back against the cushions.

“No need to say sorry, it feels good hmm?” He teases, as you try to focus on the movie, but he’s pressing his fingers deeper, and massaging your feet so good your eyes flutter shut.

“Very good, oof thank you.” You say softly, going to pull them back a bit, but Satoru now has raised his massage to your ankles. You gasp. “That tickles!”

“Does it? You’re so ticklish.” He’s running little circles on your ankles then, and your thighs shift as his hands slip even higher, to your calves.

“That feels… really good, mmm.” You whisper, wishing it meant less to you, wishing you did not treasure and drink in every bit of your best friend. His shiny white hair, his perfect straight nose, model cheekbones and pouty lips. Satoru Gojo was the prettiest man you’ve ever seen, but it’s more than that.

His little smirk and how his snowy lashes lower over his eyes, his laugh when he’s being silly, how his body looks in that black skin tight gym shirt, his biceps curling as he’s gently brushing your legs. You bite your lower lip then, as he’s still watching the movie, his touches lighter, little caresses down your legs.

“You have nice legs.” You sputter then, mouth wide, and he peeks at you, a little blush on his cheeks. “What you do.”

“Um… what? I do?” He looks down at your thighs now, and when his huge hands cover them, you can’t stop the little whimper, drawing his attention to you.

“You doing alright over there?” He asks then, raising a brow, and you cover your face now.

“I have to say something.” You shift your legs down, and Satoru pouts.

“I was having fun playing with them, meanie.”

“Satoru…” You lean forward on the couch, touching his shoulders gently. “I really have to tell you something.”

“Go on then, silly girl.” He taps your nose with a little smile. You take a deep breath, looking into his swirling blue eyes then.

“I want you to be my first.”

“What!?” He’s sputtering now, and jumps up, and then you jump up, turning away and covering your face.

“I’m so stupid, of course you wouldn’t. You’re Satoru Gojo, you can have anyone. And you’re experienced. And-”

“Hey, hey.” Satoru’s hands are on your shoulders behind you now, and you tense a bit at the touch, heart racing. “You’re prettier than anyone I’ve been with, it’s not anything like that.”

“Shit, really? You think I’m pretty?” You whisper, looking back at him, and he exhales, hands squeezing a bit, nodding.

“Of course you are, silly. I tell you that you look cute all the time, do I not?”

“Cute. Not pretty.”

“Well, you’re cute and pretty. And… you’re a virgin?” He turns you to him then, and you nod shyly, tucking your hair behind your ears. “Why me the first time, why not a boyfriend?”

You sigh then, fiddling with your hands in front of yourself. “You’re who I want it with. We can stay friends, it doesn’t have to like ruin it, you don’t have to date me.”

He blinks his white lashes then, tilting his head. “Why wouldn’t I wanna date you?”

“Because we’re friends!”

“And I like you, a lot. I always have. I thought… Well, I thought you didn’t like me like that.”

“What!?” It’s your turn now, and he smirks a bit.

“Well, I’m half naked in front of you constantly, and I barely see you check me out.”

“I do! But I look away when you look at me. You don’t check me out!”

“Oh, I do.” His eyes dart down your body now, and it’s as if he’s touching you, as he looms over you, so tall, so sexy. “I look away when you look at me. Now, you really want a first time, you have to be my girlfriend, I’m no hussy.” He states, putting his hand to his chest, and you laugh then.

“I can absolutely do that. How do we seal this boyfriend/girlfriend status then? A selfie? A pinky swear?” You step closer, trailing a hand up his chest now.

“Mmm, all of the above. But first, this.” Satoru leans down now, kissing you for the first time, his soft, plump lips pressing on yours, and you gasp at it, before kissing him back, putting pressure on his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, on your tip toes. Satoru moans softly, pulling back, his hands on your waist, then his eyes lock onto yours.

“Toru… that’s perfect.” You murmur softly, as you still feel the tingles of your lips, then you realize you have a tear sliding down your cheek. Satoru swipes it away gently, tilting up your chin and bending down, lips against your ear.

“I wanna have you cumming so hard you scream my name, pretty tears falling out of those pretty eyes.” Your body reacts viscerally, your nipples pressed against the little tank top you’re wearing, as he nips your ear then, sending shivers down your spine at the sensation.

“Please.” Satoru’s kissing down your neck now, hands on your hips, feeling your every curve, your hands enwrap in his silky hair, gasping when he picks you up in his arms like it’s nothing.

“Anything you want, pretty girl.” You melt at his words, as he carries you to his bedroom, laying you down and sliding up your tank then, revealing your breasts, he exhales as he sees them, nostrils flaring. “Holy… they’re so fucking pretty.”

“You like them?” You ask shyly, and he nods eagerly.

“Take it off, please, be a good girl for me.” You’re dripping wet already, as you lean up and pull the top over your head, your tits bouncing gently. He’s gripping them in his big hands then, squishing them and running his thumbs over your nipples, your back arches. “Tell me what you like, don’t hold back, I want to learn all of you.”

“That feels good, it feels so good.” You say softly, and he then kisses down to each peak, sucking them into his hot mouth. “S’good, mmm!”

He hums a bit, his big hand sliding down your tummy, making it tremble, as he finds your shorts, pulling them down. “So, do you masturbate Miss Virgin?”

“Jerk, ugh. Of course I do, ah!” He’s kissing and nipping on your rib cage now, looking at you with his eyes dilated, pupils so big there’s just a ring of that brilliant blue now.

“Show me what you do, then I’ll know where you like to be touched most.” He’s taking your hand now, grinning with those white teeth. “Aw, ya blushing?”

“Well, y-yes. Um… I don’t finger myself, I just rub my clit.”

“Of course, those small little fingers, they can’t hit good.” He holds his fingers out, double your length, so long you clench around nothing imagining them, getting wetter when he presses your finger to your clit. “That’s it, pretty, show me.”

You rub your clit in circles, aching for him, as he stands up, taking off his shirt then, and you drink in his body hungrily, as he drinks in yours. “Fuck you’re gorgeous Satoru.”

“And you’re gorgeous, best friend. Girlfriend. Shnookums.”

“Shnookums!”

“Tossing cute names around.” He’s sliding his jeans off now, just in his dark blue boxers, then you see that outline, making you heat up even more with such strong desire. “Go ahead, keep going, you’re doing good.”

“Want you to touch me.” You whisper, as he sits back on the bed, the springs creaking under his weight, watching as your finger is playing between your lips, taking your hand gently and sucking on your finger then. “Oh!”

“Yummy. Need to taste you.” He says then, his voice husky, you are crying out when he rubs his fingers along your folds, down your slit, where wetness is pooling down to your entrance.

“Toru!” Your hips buck up when he runs circles on your clit, eyeing you carefully now.

“Have you had anything inside this pretty pussy at all?” He asks, sliding down to lay between your thighs now, his hands pressing into the plush of them as he spreads them wide. “So perfect.”

“No, I haven’t.” You admit, then gasp out when he slides one of his thick, long fingers inside you. “Ah… ah!”

“Fuck you’re so tight.” He pecks little kisses on your thighs, nipping as he studies you, pressing on a spot now that makes you see stars. “There it is.”

You’re falling apart as he pumps that long finger in, before stretching it to two, which is so hard to take, you can barely get to his first knuckles. “Toru, it’s too much… too much…”

“Aww you can take it, can’t you? Gotta stretch this tight little pussy for me, I’m a lot bigger than those fingers.” You can hear the squishing of your wetness as he kisses closer and closer, and you’re entangling your fingers in his hair, pressing against his scalp. “You’re so needy for me, aren’t you?”

You can’t speak then, when he kisses the hood of your clit, pulling the fingers out to part your folds gently. Your legs shake on either side of his head as he studies your pussy even more, moaning as he does. “Toru, um what are you doing?”

“Gonna eat you out, pretty girl. I can’t just have a treat like this and not eat it, don’t you know I have a sweet tooth?”

“Are you sure, I didn’t expect-”

“Oh this is my favorite. You’ll love it.” Satoru swipes his tongue up your slit then, and you’re moaning so loud it’s embarrassing, and he exhales, tickling you so good, his cool breath blowing on your overheated cunt. “Yummy.”

“Toru, fuck…”

“What a bad mouth, young lady.” He glares, and you laugh, breathless. “And you’re laughing, ah-ah.” He smacks your pussy, shocking you, but you like it, as you’re gushing more arousal out of your little hole. “Freaky little virgin.”

“Toru!”

“Stop talking back missy.” He smacks it again, and grins at your reaction. “Let me enjoy my treat, hmm?” You just nod, and he dives down now, sliding his tongue in and out of you in the most delicious tongue fuck. You’re already pulsing around him as he drinks you up, exploring you with his tongue, lips, teeth.

Your back arches, as he’s fucking you with it over and over, his teeth hitting your clit when he swipes up, finally swirling your clit in circles with the tip of his stupidly talented tongue. You can’t stand how good it feels, the pressure in your tummy, then you realize you’re going to cum, and cum so hard, you feel everything on fire, every nerve ending lit up.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum!” You pant out the words, and Satoru’s moaning against you, leaning up, half his face covered with you.

“Cum all over my face, let me drink you pretty.” He’s not goofy, silly Satoru, he’s some damn sex demon now, as he flicks his tongue once more, and you’re shattering for him, pulling him against you as you cum.

Satoru rides it out with you, continuing to flick his tongue so fast, sipping up the wetness out of your soppy cunt. You feel so good you’re blinded, eyes blinking rapidly to try to focus, to try to cling to this earth. He’s more serious now as he exhales, fingering you again, sliding two in with ease at how wet you are, hovering over you.

“Such a good girl, came that much for me? Wanna taste it?” He asks, and you nod nervously, then he’s kissing you, letting you taste your sweet arousal. Your hands slide down his hard abdomen, over the ripples of muscles and sinew, until you find his boxers, tugging. “Oh fuck, wanna touch me?”

“Yes, please.”

“I wasn’t sure your first time.” His care melts you, melts any worries you have away, but when he takes off his boxers and you see him, you panic.

“Oh that will never fit!” You watch him chuckle then, his soft hair falling over a brow as you touch it, your tiny hand not covering hardly any of it.

“It will fit, I promise.”

“Will it hurt?” You ask, brows together, stroking him, watching his eyes flutter shut, biting his lip.

“I haven’t been with a virgin. Um, I hear it hurts a bit, but you’re so wet and warmed up, I hope it won’t for long. I’ll go easy on you, the first time.”

“The first time!?”

“Then we’ll get freaky.” You giggle again, stroking him up and down.

“Can I suck you too?”

“You want to?” You nod and he exhales, getting on his knees then, gently positioning you on all fours. “Fuck it’s like my four pm nap.”

“Huh?”

“I nap after work, and you are always in some position. Some new one. Legs spread, ass in the air.” He wraps your hair up, pulling it gently into a ponytail, his pretty cock so thick and intimidating, twitching as you flick your tongue on the pink tip. “Oh fuck, that feels good.”

“What do you like?” You lap at the pearly liquid weeping from his tip, tonguing it and tasting it, sweet and a little salty, before sucking a couple inches in your mouth, earning his little whimper, so sexy it makes you impossibly wetter.

“Anything you wanna do, fuck. At your mercy here, the tip is the most sensitive. Can you take more?” Satoru’s voice is soft as he presses in further, and you’re moaning around him, nodding. “Good girl.”

“Mmm.” You’re sucking more of him then, as you look up, seeing his perfect form, that happy trail of white hair under that flat belly button, his hard body tensing as you stroke him where your mouth can’t reach.

“Okay, too much, I want to last for you. Mmm.” He pulls you off gently now, pushing you back to lay down, settling between your thighs, fingering you with his two fingers again. “Are you sure about this? We can wait.”

“I want this, I really do. I have for so- ah- long. Toru! Close!” He’s sliding his fingers out then, leaving you whining, as he now presses his thick tip in your entrance, and your eyes lock as you gasp.

“Want to feel you cumming around me, love.” Love that little pet name is destroying you. “Relax, please, don’t tense, just trust me. I got you.”

“I trust you, Satoru.” He exhales then, head resting on yours, then presses in, and you whine out at the pain of the first stretch, and he pauses, groaning.

“Oh fuck you’re so tight. Are you okay, pretty?” You nod a bit, as he eases back, and you’re gripping his back so tightly your nails are leaving crescent marks. “Oh fuck…”

Satoru moans as he presses further in, and you’re full, too full, it’s like nothing you’ve known. He sinks in so deep you feel him in your stomach, feel him everywhere, burning the skin as it stretches to accommodate. Satoru studies you carefully, his brow scrunched up, cupping your face with one hand.

“Baby, you all right? Gotta tell me.”

“I’m so full. It’s just… a lot.” He nods, kissing you again, rocking his hips, and then his tip drags on that spot he’d just fingered, and it feels so good, you’re clinging to him. “There, there!”

“Here?” He does it again, and your eyes roll back, feeling him roll those hips, you’re wetter and wetter with every shallow thrust, and he’s whimpering again, his cheeks flushed pink, his lips parted. “Cum on me, please?”

You need no further urging, you’re soaking Satoru’s cock as you cum, and his lips drink your moans, his hands now holding your thighs, sliding them up further, starting to fuck into you now. You’re falling apart under him, moans ridiculously loud, pleasure is coursing through your body while he fucks you into another orgasm.

“Toru, Toru! Mmm!” Satoru’s pretty eyes look into your own.

“Can I go harder, love?”

“Yes, please.”

He laughs just a bit. “You can take it, huh?”

“I can, fuck I can.” He fucks you harder then, pressing your thighs up, and you’re struggling to take more and more of him, as he’s so deep he’s hitting your cervix.

“Feel me here?” He takes your hand, pressing it on your tummy, and he has a wicked grin as he slides in slow, and you feel him there, making you squeak. “You’re so cute.”

“Cute, still, while mmm… fucking?”

“Cute anytime. Cutie.” He smacks little kisses on your cheeks, somehow he’s dirty and sexy one moment, then sweet and adorable the next. “Mwah!”

“Satoru!” You giggle when he leaves a loud kiss on your lips, but then he presses in so deep and grinds, and you lose all sense. Everything is fading, floating.

“Call me Toru when you cum.”

“Toru!” You cum all over his cock, arousal dripping down his length, down his balls that are smacking your ass, and he sucks in a breath when he feels your walls fluttering around him.

“Trying to milk me, she’s greedy already.” You have no clue what he means, all you know is it feels even better, as he’s thickening inside you. “Question.” He huffs out then, panting over you, his chiseled body dripping in sweat.

“G-go ahead.”

“On birth control or I gotta get plan B?” You nervously bury your face into his throat, and he’s laughing softly, stroking your hair as his strokes slow. “Baby gotta let me know, I’m not gonna pull out, wanna fill you up.”

“I’m on the pill. And t-take it on time.” He sighs, tilting your chin up then, smirking deviously, eyes bright fucking blue and insane.

“I’d cum in you anyway, you’d be cute pregnant.”

“What now!?” He’s slammed his lips on yours again, pressing your thighs up, and then he��s fucking harder, sounds of your skin smacking mixing with your wetness, as he fucks you so hard your tits are bouncing, the headboard is smacking. “Taking it easy, huh!?”

“This is easy, love. Oh fuck… gonna cum…” He moans then, his hands cupping your face, and you feel him throbbing inside you, thickening, you are filled with hot ropes of cum, coating your walls, and you cum just from that, earning his groan. “Oh you’re such a good girl.”

He’s gently pumping, gasping as he pumps even more cum, and your muscles are already pushing it out. He sighs then, smacking kisses on you over and over, every inch of your face, making you so blissful, as he’s fucked any thoughts out of your head, you feel like you’re floating, clinging to him, nails digging in.

“This better not be just once.” He says with a glare, and you grin, shaking your head and brushing his hair back.

“Absolutely not just once. Oh! Ouch.” You hiss a bit as he eases out, and you go to look down, but he tilts your chin up, shaking his head.

“Don’t look, you’re always scared of blood. Gonna faint.”

“It’s that much!?”

“No, but you’re sensitive about that. I’ll be right back.” Satoru hops up and you look at the ceiling, you hear a shower running, see the steam rolling into his room, and then he’s back and cleaning you up, before picking you up in his arms. “Let me take care of you, yeah?”

“Yeah, I would love that, Toru. Sounds so good.” He has you under the scalding hot water then, sudsing you up with bubbles everywhere, forming little puffy clouds on your breasts then rinsing them, laughing like he’s having a blast. You shake your head as you watch him.

“I used to jerk off when you’d take showers here.”

“You what now!?”

He just grins, pushing the shower head even lower. “Picturing you, did you ever… you know…”

“Satoru!”

“Did you!?” You look at his shower head nervously, then him, and he’s grinning even wider now. “Oh, you’re a bad girl.”

“Oh stop it, silly. Maybe once or twice. You have great water pressure. Ah, Toru!” Satoru is now on his knees in the shower, looking up at you and rushing that hot shower water against your clit. You gasp at it, as he wraps an arm around your hip to steady you.

“I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”

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the one | joaquín torres x reader

FINAL PART OF A BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS JOAQUÍN x READER. PART 0.25 | PART 0.5 | PART 0.75 Pairing: Joaquín Torres x Reader Warnings: References to a guy being creepy, mentions of food. Word Count: 5.2k A/N: And finally, I'm posting the final part of my best friends to lovers Joaquín fic! I'm sorry this took me a whole week to get around to posting – after getting home from my trip, dealing with the insane post concert depression and getting my wisdom tooth out, I have been having a week. But I finally nailed down tonight and finished this and I'm really proud of it. I hope that it's worth the wait for all of those who have been waiting for it. Thank you all for your patience! I've missed posting here so much 💗

“So, tell me all about how your date went.”

You pull your legs up on the couch and get comfortable as you settle in to tell one of your best friends, Kira, about how your most recent date went. Despite the fact that you’re in the middle of Games Night at Joaquin’s place, everyone else is busy catching up since you’ve all not long arrived and Kira has waited long enough to hear this.

“Well, prepare to be disappointed,” you warn her, leaning your elbow on the back of the couch so you can rest your head on your hand. “Peter, the barista, spent the entire night talking about himself and barely even asked me any questions. If I asked him something, he’d answer and then completely move on and not ask me the same thing. I don’t know why I’m surprised at this point.”

Kira rolls her eyes. “Why do men suck? Please tell me he at least paid for dinner.”

“He didn’t even offer to pay, Kira. I paid my half, he paid his. Then, he stood up from the table, told me that he’d really enjoyed our date and that I’d hear from him again soon, and left. He didn’t even walk me to my car.”

The gasp that leaves Kira’s mouth is exactly what you’d expected. She’s just about to say something when, from the chair opposite yours, Joaquin speaks instead. You hadn’t even realised he’d been sitting there, since he’d been in the kitchen getting everyone drinks when you’d arrived and sat down with Kira. You’re a little embarrassed upon seeing him, for some reason. That night at the charity gala, you’d thought that maybe something might happen between the two of you. But it hadn’t and you’d gone back home to your dating apps.

“I thought that this was games night, not girls night,” he says, uncharacteristically cold. It’s rare to see him like this. You can count the amount of times on one hand. But clearly, he’s been listening in on your conversation and wasn’t enjoying it like Kira was. That is not surprising – he’s always hated hearing about your love life.

You and Kira share a look before you both look over at Joaquin, eyebrows raised.

“Where are the games then, Quin?” Kira asks, pointing to the empty coffee table. “Until I see games, I think we’ve got free reign to talk as much as we want. About any topic we want. You’re lucky we’re not talking about our sex lives, honey.”

As usual, Kira is much more bold and up front then you are. When it comes to Joaquin, you’re always a little anxious. It probably has to do with the fact that you’ve always found him incredibly attractive, both looks and personality wise. Your strong friendship means everything to you, which is why you haven’t risked it by making a move on him. Despite the fact that you’ve been dropping plenty of hints to see if he might like you too.

It does make you smile, though, when you see Joaquin’s cheeks flush a little. He mutters something under his breath that you don’t manage to catch before he stands up and walks into the kitchen.

Kira looks back at you. “The audacity.”

“I mean, we are at his place…”

“And I wanted to hear about your date – which sounded terrible. I mean, seriously, what kind of man doesn’t even walk you to your car. It sounds to me like he treated the whole thing like a business meeting or something. Has he even contacted you since?” She continues, as if the moment with Joaquin had never happened.

You shake your head. “He unmatched me on the app, actually.”

Kira makes a loud noise of irritation that makes you laugh. “What a prick!”

It’s not too long later by the time Kira moves on and starts another conversation with another one of your friends. Joaquin still hasn’t emerged from the kitchen, so you decide to go and find him and apologise for Kira, even though he was a little out of line himself.

You lean up against the doorframe of the kitchen and watch him as he stirs something in a pot on the stove. You can only see his back, but you still stand there and watch him for a few moments. “What are you making?” You ask.

He jumps a little at the sound of your voice. “You sneaking up on me or something?” He asks, looking over his shoulder at you, the hint of a smile on his lips. “Nachos. I’m just working on the meat. You wanna come give me a hand?”

You walk further into the kitchen and grab the bag of tortilla chips that’s sitting on the counter. “You want me to get the chips ready for you? I don’t think that stirring the meat is a two person job, Joaquin.”

Joaquin chuckles a little. “Yeah, doing the chips would be great.”

The two of you work in silence for a few minutes as you spread the chips out on a few individual trays, enough to feed the six of you that are there for Game Night. You’re overthinking for most of the time, wondering what to say to Joaquin, especially since he seems to be in a pretty good mood now.

Eventually, you manage to gain the confidence.

“I’m sorry about before. I didn’t know that you didn’t wanna hear about my love life. I mean, last time, you actually told me you did wanna hear about it. I didn’t even know you were sitting on that couch. I guess I got a bit invested in telling Kira about it all,” you explain, continuing to spread the chips out.

It’s silent for a moment. Your back is to Joaquin so you can’t see if he’s looking at you and you can’t bring yourself to check.

“You don’t have to apologise,” Joaquin eventually says. “It’s fine. It’s just… that guy sounded like a total dick. I mean, he didn’t even offer to pay for your dinner?”

He’s been thinking about what you’d said ever since he left the room and came into the kitchen to start working on dinner. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him mad that you were going out on dates with men that treated you like this. You deserve so much better – you deserve… well, him. Not that he ever thinks he’d get the courage to tell you. He’s had several chances at this point and not had the confidence to go through with any of them.

His heart warms at the sound of your laugh.

“Most guys don’t offer to pay for dinner nowadays.”

Joaquin turns around, looking at the back of your head since you’re still working on the chips. “What do you mean most guys don’t offer to pay for dinner? Since when?”

He’s a little surprised when you turn around, and he can see the look of surprise on your face when you see that he’s already looking at you.

“Uh, for a while now,” you shrug. “I’ve paid on the last six or so dates I’ve gone on.”

He scrunches up his nose and shakes his head. “That’s wrong on so many levels.”

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“Quin, these nachos are insane!” Matt, one of your other friends, exclaims. He’s sharing his plate with Gabriel across the room from where you and Joaquin are sitting, sharing a plate between yourselves.

Joaquin laughs and thanks him before Matt goes back to his conversation with Gabriel. Ever since the kitchen, though, Joaquin can’t get what you’d said out of his head. It’s probably not helped by the fact that you’re sitting beside him, your legs draped over his lap and a plate of nachos resting on top of them. The physical contact is setting his mind on fire.

“Is dating really like that?” He asks.

You finish your mouthful of nachos and nod. “Yeah, I’m surprised you didn’t know. I mean, when was the last time you went out on a date? I’d bet you ten bucks you’re the exception. The one good date that woman has had for months.”

You push down the feeling that settles in your stomach about Joaquín dating other people. He has every right to date, just like you’ve been dating to try and get over him.

Joaquin thinks on it for a moment. It had been a while ago, admittedly. While he’d been trying to get over his crush on you and move on. It hadn’t worked. In fact, it had ended quite terribly with him realising he couldn’t date anyone that wasn’t you. Hence him asking you to the charity gala last month – among other reasons.

“Uh, the girl told me I was the nicest guy she’s ever been on a date with. But I just thought she was trying to flatter me or something cause she thought I was cute,” he shrugs, trying to be nonchalant even though he’s silently stressing about how he was the exception.

You laugh and Joaquin can’t help but smile. “Of course she did. How you’re not already taken, I don’t understand,” you laugh, shaking your head.

Joaquin chooses to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach at you basically friend-zoning him, but he isn’t surprised by it. Especially since this whole conversation was brought on by your terrible date. “So, uh… why do you still go on dates when it’s like that?” He questions, trying to move the topic away from his love life.

For a few moments, you sit and think. Joaquin watches you for the entire time, noticing the small quirks about your face. The way you scrunch your nose, the way you furrow your eyebrows and purse your lips as you think. You’re beautiful.

“I just want to find the love of my life,” you shrug eventually. It’s a simple thing, but one you had to feign thinking about for a while on the chance Joaquin might think less of you for continuing to date assholes with no real reason why. As if Joaquin would ever think less of you.

Joaquin’s heart sinks further into his stomach. He’s known for a while now that he’s not that person for you, but hearing from you that you keep dating men like this just to try and find the love of your life hurts him a little. An idea springs to his mind and he can’t bring himself not to suggest it to you.

“Next time you go on a date, I’m gonna come with you,” he states. “I’ll sit at a table near you and make sure that you’re okay. And if the guy is being weird or isn’t treating you right, then you can just signal me and I’ll save the day.”

He realises what a terrible idea it is the second it’s out of his mouth. Going to the same restaurant as you while you’re trying to find the love of your life. It’s bound to send him insane. But if it means that you’re going to be safe around men like that…

“What if the guy isn’t being weird and is actually genuinely nice? What if it’s the guy that’s the love of my life?” You raise your eyebrows, trying to get him to backtrack on his words. How are you meant to focus on your own date if you know Joaquin is across the room keeping an eye on you? “You don’t have to do that, Joaquin. I can hold my own.”

“I know, but I’m going anyway.” He ignores your comments about the guy being the love of your life. He’s pretty sure that if he sees you actually meeting the love of your life on one of these dates, he can concoct a reason to get the hell out of there. He’d even put himself through the shame of lying about having explosive diarrhoea to get out of it.

He can only hope that you don’t meet the love of your life when he’s around.

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Joaquin is pretty sure that this guy is the love of your life.

He’s sitting across the restaurant, trying to act like he’s not staring at you, but then he realises that he’s actually been trying to cut the tablecloth with his knife and fork instead of his steak and forces himself to look away. This is not going to end well.

You’ve been laughing for the entire night. The smile on your face is the most beautiful one he’s ever seen and he’s jealous that he’s not the one it’s directed at. Instead, it’s directed at the tall, dark blonde haired man sitting across the table from you. He keeps reaching out to touch your hand throughout the date and Joaquin has almost broken his glass from holding it too tightly several times because of it.

It’s typical – that the first date you go on after Joaquin says he’ll come along to make sure you’re okay is probably going to be your last first date ever. What if it’s the guy that’s the love of my life? You’d said two weeks ago while eating nachos at his place.

He’s internally kicking himself for ever suggesting that he come out with you. What the hell was he even thinking? Sam can never find out about this. He can already hear what he’d say: “You really thought going out to keep an eye on the girl you like while she goes on a date with another man was going to end well?” Yeah, Sam is never finding out that this happened.

He’s just put a piece of steak into his mouth, one that he’s successfully cut now that he’s not watching you anymore, when he sees you get up and go to the bathroom out of the corner of his eye. He almost groans out loud, knowing exactly what you’re about to text him. It’s undoubtedly going to be something along the lines of You can go home, this guy is perfect. I’m already head over heels in love. I’ll send you the invite to our wedding on Saturday.

He tries to keep his eyes off of his phone, sitting on the table beside him, until he sees it light up. He almost doesn’t want to look at the message from you, but he forces himself to – just to know how much longer he’s got to enjoy his steak before he should leave.

When he reads your message, though, his jealousy disappears completely and is replaced by nothing but a streak of white hot anger.

Can you call me when I get back to the table and make up an excuse for some kind of emergency? You should probably step outside, somewhere we can’t see you, incase my date finds it suspicious. He’s being really creepy and I need a good excuse to leave. It’s lucky you’re here…

He finishes the piece of steak he’s been chewing and immediately calls for the bill, wanting to get everything paid immediately so that he can get out to the front door and call you. You’re walking back to the table as he’s handing his card over to the waiter and he starts tapping his foot under the table, getting more and more anxious to leave soon so he can get you out of here.

Clearly, Joaquin isn’t great at gauging emotions. He’s thought all this time that you were having an incredible time with him – laughing, smiling, touching. But now, as he watches you, he can see you pulling your hand away from his, the way your laugh doesn’t sound as gorgeous as it usually does, meaning it’s likely forced. If he didn’t respect you so much, he’d get up from the table and walk straight over to you to set this man right.

But that isn’t what you’d asked him to do, and he’s a man of his word.

The second his bill is paid he gets up from the table and makes for the front door, trying to walk at a normal speed so he doesn’t look suspicious. He hopes that you notice him and feel a little relieved. He’s already loading your contact up on his phone before he steps outside the door so that the second the door closes behind him, he can ring you.

When you step outside of the restaurant, Joaquin is quick to wrap his jacket around your shoulders, having taken it off in the time it’d taken you to get outside, then he places a hand on the small of your back as he leads you towards his car.

“Thank you,” your voice is small as you look up at him.

He shakes his head. “You don’t have to thank me for that, angel,” he says, not even noticing as the nickname slips out. “I’m just glad I was here.”

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Joaquin doesn’t rest until you’re back at his apartment, your feet folded underneath you on the couch, a blanket on your lap and a cup of hot chocolate in your hands. He takes pride in the way he finds looking after you so easy. He only wishes the situation were different – that the reason you’re here isn’t because of the terrible date.

He sits down on the couch opposite you and rests his head on his hand. “How are you feeling?” He asks, already knowing that the question is a stupid one to ask.

You think on the question for a few moments. The drive home had been mostly silent. You assumed Joaquin just wanted to give you space, which you’d appreciated, but even just being in his presence was comforting to you. You’re glad that he’d stuck to his word and come on the date with you, otherwise you really would have been in a bad spot.

“I’m all right, really. That guy made me really uncomfortable, but I felt a lot better knowing that you were there in the same room as me,” you assure him. “But I think I need to give dating a break for a while.”

You probably should have given up on dating a long time ago – around the time when you realised that you were attracted to your best friend would have been advisable. But in your attempts to get over him, you could never really bring yourself to stop. Especially when the hints you’d been dropping had gone either ignored or unnoticed. The more you tried and failed, the more you started to really believe that ‘the One’ might not really be out there at all.

Joaquin furrows his eyebrows. “Why? I’m sure there’s someone out there that will treat you right,” he says, meaning it genuinely. Even though every part of him wants that person to be him. How could there not be a perfect person for you, though, when you’re as perfect as you are? In his eyes, you are everything.

“Where? Mars?” You snort and take a sip of your drink.

The words are out of Joaquin’s mouth before he can stop them. “No, right here on this couch.” He almost slaps his hand over his mouth the second he realises what he’s just said. His eyes widen a little, though, and he hopes you’ll just brush over the words like they mean nothing. “You know, like a friend. I think I treat you pretty well… like all friends should do.” He’s well aware that his attempts to move this on are just getting him further into trouble.

Your heart starts beating a little faster. “Is that all we are?”You’re not sure what you’re really saying right now. But you can tell that Joaquin’s mention of friendship was an afterthought, and a spark of hope ignites in your chest.

“What?” Joaquin almost chokes on air itself.

“You think you can sweep me off my feet?”

Joaquin nods, unsure where his confidence has come from. “Yeah, I could. I think I could even do that in my dreams.” Maybe this is all just a joke – you’re playing along with him just because you think he’s messing with you and he’s about to have his heart broken again. But if it is just a joke, why would you have questioned if you’re just friends or something more?

“Okay, then. Prove it.”

Joaquin is suddenly glad he’s not drinking or he’s pretty sure he would have either choked on it or spat it all out on you. Are you being serious? No, surely you’re joking with him about all of this… you still think that he’s teasing you. There’s no way that you’re actually telling him to prove that he can sweep you off your feet. You, his best friend. You, who he’s been falling in love with all this time. You, who… could like him back…

“What?” He breathes, voice barely audible.

“Prove that you can sweep me off my feet, Torres.”

He finds himself completely lost for words now. Are you not actually joking with him? Because if you are… this is crossing into dangerous territory and he’s not sure if he can cope with the pain of what will undoubtedly be a major let down.

“Okay,” Joaquin shakes his head. “This is not funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny, Joaquin,” you admit. “I’ve been dropping hints for months now trying to see if you might feel the same way about me as I do about you, and I’m sick of it.” The stress of the evening has clearly started to get to you a little. “I keep dating all these men who treat me like dirt on the bottom of their shoe, and I keep thinking about that night in your car when I’d gone on a good date and I told you about all the things this man had done and you said that they were all the things that you do for me. And I think that maybe, the person I’ve been looking for all along is right in front of me. On this couch. If I’ve read the signs all wrong, then just tell me and we can pretend that this never happened, but if not… tell me that too.”

Joaquin is pretty sure that this must be what it feels like to be floating on clouds. He’s never been more relieved in his life to hear that you weren’t teasing or joking with him, but a part of him still doesn’t believe your words. How, after all this time crushing on you, do you like him back? You’ve been dropping hints all this time and he never picked up on them? They come back to him easily now that he thinks back on them. You know something I don’t, Joaquin? You could always try dating someone you already know.

You’re surprised when Joaquin starts to laugh. His head falls back onto the pillows behind him as he leans back and laughs louder than you think you’ve ever heard him laugh before. You have no idea what to make of the situation – is he laughing because he thinks this is all some kind of joke? Or does he just think the whole situation is funny and he’s about to reject you horribly? You put the cup of hot chocolate down on the coffee table and knot your hands together under your blanket, trying to ignore the feelings of doubt that enter your mind.

“Can you pinch me?” Joaquin asks, mid laugh, extending his arm towards you. “Cause I have got to be dreaming right now, angel.”

He sits up properly again and looks at you.

“You want me to pinch you?”

“There’s no way this can be real.”

You smile a little as you reach out a hand and pinch him. He flinches at the feeling and then laughs when he realises he’s actually not dreaming. This is all actually happening. Somehow, you’ve just confessed your feelings to him… and all this time, you’ve felt the same way about him as he has about you.

“You didn’t read the signs wrong,” Joaquin assures you. “You clearly read them a hell of a lot better than I did cause I was preparing to live a long, lonely life pining after you when you eventually found ‘the One’.”

“What? You never even thought of confessing?”

Joaquin chuckles. “Yeah, I thought of confessing a million times but I chickened out every single time. You remember the charity gala we went to? I was sure that was going to be the night, but then I got scared of everything changing and I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

“You know,” you start, “that whole night I was imagining if that would be what it felt like to be in a relationship with you. But then nothing happened and so I got back on the dating apps.”

Joaquin looks at you for a moment and smiles. “We could’ve saved ourselves a lot of time, couldn’t we?”

“A lot of time.”

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Despite the fact that Joaquin’s home is almost like a second home to you, after the stress of the day and the disaster of a date, you decide that you want nothing more than to sleep in your own bed tonight. Joaquin is, admittedly, a little disappointed that you’re not going to be sleeping over at his place, but he understands.

You’d both stayed on the couch talking for a while after the confession and had decided not to rush things between you. Your friendship is the most important thing and neither one of you want to ruin that. This thing between you two is new in some aspects, but not new in others.

When Joaquin pulls up outside your apartment, though, the last thing that he wants to do is get out of the car. For a few moments, you both sit in silence before he pushes himself to get out of the car. He walks around to your side of the car and opens the door for you – trying to be as much of a gentleman as he can.

“So,” you hum, leaning up against the side of his car after he closes the door behind you. You can’t bring yourself to start walking towards the building.

“So…” Joaquin says, looking at you from where he’s standing in front of you, a small smile on his lips.

You look at him – really look at him. The smile on his lips, the look in his eyes, the way his hair is falling over his forehead a little. This man, your best friend… who likes you just like you like him. This man, who swears he can sweep you off your feet. And you know that he can and will.

In that moment, you can’t help yourself.

“Sorry,” you mutter, reaching out and grabbing the lapels of his suit jacket – the one he’d worn out to dinner at the fancy restaurant and had put back on to drive you home, just cause it was easy to grab as he went out the door. “I just need to try something.”

Joaquin makes a noise of surprise as you tug him closer and lean up to press your lips to his. This was the last thing he’d been expecting tonight, but he’s not complaining at all. His hand moves to rest on your hip and he carefully pushes you backwards a little so you’re resting against the side of his car again. He moves his other hand to the back of your neck so he can kiss you deeper.

The kiss is already the best one he’s ever had, he’s certain of that. All this time, all this wanting, has finally come to this one moment and he finds it difficult to regain control of himself. He’s kissing his best friend, and he thinks it should feel weird but it doesn’t in the slightest. It feels like the easiest thing in the world.

You moan a little as he kisses you harder, having not expected him to be so passionate so quickly, and Joaquin takes pride in the noise. The hand that’s on your hip tightens as you let go of his lapels and move your arms around him. The feeling of your hands on him, even through the material of his suit, is sending him a little insane.

Joaquin’s tongue swipes against your lower lip and you don’t hesitate in allowing him entrance. His hand moves to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back a little. When he pulls away, you can’t help the small whine that you let out at the absence of his lips on yours.

“Why did you stop?” You ask, a little breathless, and as if you weren’t the one who initiated the kiss in the first place.

He lets out a breathy laugh. “I was planning on being more of a gentleman when it came to you. Especially when it came to our first kiss.”

“I don’t want you to be a gentleman with me right now,” you shake your head and tug him closer. You’ve hugged him plenty of times before and shared various types of physical contact, but this embrace is different in every way. “Our friends are going to find this so weird, though, aren’t they?”

Joaquin leans down, his lips so close to yours that you can feel his breath. “Who cares what they think?” He murmurs before kissing you again.

You smile against his lips as he kisses you and you wish that you could bottle up this moment just so you can experience it over and over again.

When, eventually, you break away from the kiss again, Joaquin rests his forehead on yours. His breathing is heavy, but he manages to get out the words “I’m regretting that I ever chickened out of confessing to you now.”

“Yeah?” You ask, breathless.

“Yeah,” he nods. “I mean, we could have been doing this for a lot longer.”

You laugh a little and shake your head, pushing him away jokingly. “Oh, of course that is what you think you’ve been missing out on, Torres.”

He grins. “You can’t actually call me that anymore, angel. If we’re going to start dating, you’re gonna need to bring out something better than my last name. Remember when you used to call me babe? Yeah, that’ll work.”

“But what if I like calling you Torres, huh?” You hum.

“That’s too bad,” he shrugs, tightening his grip around your waist a little. “I actually won’t answer to anything that resembles my given birth name now. Who is Joaquin Torres? I don’t know anyone with that name.”

You roll your eyes at him, amused. “I mean, come on, it’s my first few hours of dating you, you have to give me a little wiggle room to find a name that sticks. I only called you babe back then cause I was trying to see if you had any reaction to it.”

Joaquin smiles. “Well, safe to say it did have quite an effect on me.”

“Good,” you grin, leaning up to peck his lips again – it still feels a little strange, since you’re used to kissing him on the cheek, but you know you’ll get used to the feeling fast. “Now, will you walk me inside? I don’t wanna say goodbye to you just yet.”

Joaquin reaches down and takes your hand in his, entwining your fingers together. “You don’t have to say goodbye to me until you want me to go,” he promises. “I’m all yours.”

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astonmartinii · 2 years ago

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insta au req about reader and charles being best friends and a rift comes between them because of his girlfriend(or whoever!!) and reader and max finally get together and she shades ferrari and charles purrrrr (if not i totally get it queen love u loads)

into the arms of another | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x reader

after charles leaves her out in the cold, y/n falls into the arms of another.

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

part two part three

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yourusername: dumb and dumber: vacation edition

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user1: they're really just the definition of no thoughts behind the eyes

user2: it's crazy cause we all know you have to be smart to drive an f1 car and she has a literal degree in architecture but they are always in the most insane situations ever

charles_leclerc: that's my private jet don't call me dumb

yourusername: *rented, dumbass

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user3: they're friendship goals like perfect example of platonic soulmates and male and female friendship

arthurleclerc: so like what does a man need to do for a feature on your instagram?

yourusername: soz arth, step ur aesthetic up x

user4: oh to be besties with an f1 driver

user5: wait so like all the leclercs and their gfs went on this holiday, right?

user6: yeah arthur’s and lorenzo’s gfs have posted about being there

user5: so it’s kinda muggy that y/n refused to post the girls?

user6: not really she’s posted with the girls loads i think y’all just want an excuse to be mad at her

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charles_leclerc: summer spent with the best people

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user8: no y/n ....

user9: did yall see that tweet about the girl who met y/n in corsica when charles left her stranded on the beach to walk home on her own

user8: what ???

joristrouche: love you brother

charles_leclerc: best mate

user10: the vibes have shifted, the atmosphere is weird and the absence of y/n is the centre of it

user11: i fear i've seen this film before and y/n is defo getting iced out because charles in back in a relationship

user12: noooooo i thought he'd matured past that after the last time he fucked y/n off for a girlfriend

user13: babes please stop expecting so much from men

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pierregasly: you look sunburnt calmar, did you leave it at home cause y/n isn't there to remind you?

charles_leclerc: she's here and i have been putting it on the sun just has it out for me

yourusername: i tried pierre, believe me

user14: well this is fucking awkward

user15: charles is not beating the allegations of forgetting about y/n while in a relationship LOL

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user20: call me a conspiracy theorist BUT he thanked the orange army and the support separately i.e. Y/N Y/LN

user21: now you bitches usually jump to conclusions, but i'm hearing you this time

martingarrix: next set just gonna be super max on a two hour loop

maxverstappen1: i'll be there

user22: i'm sorry i'm new here why is y/n being in max's garage such a big deal? who is she? (gen.)

user23: y/n is charles' best friend, they've known each other since childhood and she's supported him through all levels of karting and single-seaters. though they haven't interacted too much in the public eye, max and y/n have known each other for as long as charles and max have. charles is a bit notorious for dumping y/n to the side for his girlfirend any time he's in a relationship and being inseparable once he's single again. after he ALLEGEDLY ditched her at a beach in corsica over the summer, y/n hasn't been seen with him or interacting with him online and was then in max's garage.

user24: maybe i'm messy but i genuinely want max and y/n to be together

yourusername: the red bull catering was defo worth breaking the cost cap

maxverstappen1: you're welcome any time

user25: can someone please check charles' pulse

landonorris: he looked like a cartoon with steam coming out of his ears earlier

user26: LANDO WHAT?

user27: tbf i think that's just a general side effect of driving the ferrari

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user28: in my professional shadow identification opinion, i have deduced that it is in fact max verstappen

user29: ur so delusional (i believe you)

charles_leclerc: so that's who you've been getting our vanilla and chocolate cones with

yourusername: i'm not entertaining this argument over the internet charles you know where i live

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user30: she's so much better than me i'd rip him a new asshole right here right now

arthurleclerc: please come to dinner on sunday, carla can't come and i don't wanna fifth wheel plsssssss y/n

yourusername: sorry chickie i've already got plans but give mama my love

arthurleclerc: noooooo what could be better than mama's sunday lunch

yourusername: i promise i love those dinners but i've had enough experience seventh wheeling you guys and would love time with someone who loves me for me

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user31: yall i feel like i'm in the family group chat in this comment section this feels illegal to see

user32: max is so sly with the comments he's liking but that's MY petty king

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f1: oops. charles leclerc takes championship leader max verstappen and himself out of the race at the first corner. the two did not mince their words, verstappen saying: "i tried to stay out of trouble but trouble came to me"

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user33: the way i RAN to twitter

user34: i'm not a verstappen fan but that quote goes so hard

user35: i'm all for leaving the drivers' personal lives alone but lord the tea is piping and sky cutting to y/n in max's garage? OOP

user36: no cause someone at sky has been watchign too much drive to survive because putting "charles' childhood friend" on her name banner as she's in max's garage was pure cinema

user37: charles be chatting mad shit for the man at fault

user38: leclerc drove into verstappen and perez and thought he'd manage to get out of the blame again LOL he's such a joker

user39: i think it's a good thing that y/n is skipping that dinner

user40: the way charles' gf wasn't even there this weekend and he was clearly looking for y/n in the garage

user41: the drama is too much for me to keep up with

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user42: i'm going into cardiac arrest

maxverstappen1: finally now i can comment freely about my unbelievably sexy, smart and hilarious girlfriend who i love and defo haven't pined over for ten years

yourusername: awwwww maxy, if it makes you feel better i've liked you for that long as well

user43: hmmmm idk this all seems a bit fake

yourusername: babes i still fancied him when he was a lanky, spotty teenager

arthurleclerc: i can confirm this

user44: the way y/n was always so nice and constantly hyping charles and his gf in their comments ... where's charles

user45: tbf she is dating his rival

user44: oh please we all know they never hated each other and have been good friends for years, charles is just being petty

danielricciardo: never thought i'd see the day when max would grow some balls and finally ask you out

yourusername: i thought you were meant to be some great wing man, i didn't see you helping

danielricciardo: i didn't want to get ran over by charles, no thank you

user46: i'm so sad i want bestie charles and y/n back

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user47: THE CAPTION? THIS MAN IS SO UNHINGED

user48: mad max returns and in the form of shady instagram captions

yourusername: but you didn't even let me drive :(

maxverstappen1: babe i love you but you don't have a license and that's a very expensive car

user49: wait don't make me depressed didn't charles say in an interview ages ago that he was going to teach y/n to drive? did this never happen?

yourusername: sorry to ruin your day but i'm still illegal on the road

landonorris: so no photo credits? i watched you guys kiss for so long to get that shot

yourusername: i didn't hear you complaining on the day

maxverstappen1: let him be lonely in peace

landonorris: that's really not the save you think it is but thanks mate

user50: i am so happy that y/n is happy but the way charles can't be happy for her relationship like she always is for me is so sad to me

user51: i get that the charles and y/n situ is sad but she's clearly happy with max leave them be

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Right Hand VI

Pairing: Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!exBeneGesserit! reader Summary: You're tired of listening to others and of being afraid of prophecies that don't make sense and that were made up by someone else. Your present belonged only to you. And hell knows, you're going to take your future too. Warning: 18+; violence; blood; Feyd Rautha; death; smut; I was listening to 'Down Bad' by Taylor and I used quotes from a few of them; TEXT NOT CHECKED - I' barely managed to write it on time' I've just ended it and wanted to post it for you, since you are waiting for it so long; it took me ages but I hope you will like it; Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ Main Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ PART V ~•♤♤♤•~ Epilogue ~•♤♤♤•~

Feyd rarely felt pain he didn't like. The years spent on Giedi Prime—or rather, years of enduring his uncle's methods of making him a true Harkonnen, his worthy successor—made Feyd love pain. He found pleasure in it—something he had to learn if he wanted to survive.

But it didn't bring him any satisfaction or pleasure when you pierced his chest with one of his swords. He feels pure pain. Anger, betrayal, and hurt.

He hates the way he falls limply to his knees in front of you. He hates that he still looks at you like you're a saint. He hates that he hopes you'll at least look him in the eyes, as if that would bring him some kind of salvation. He hates how lost he feels now and how he's slowly losing awareness of his surroundings. He hates that even though you stabbed him, all he can do is stare at you, clinging to the sight of you more than to his life.

"This will be the beginning of a wonderful alliance, Lady Y/N."

He feels you unhook your poisoned dagger from his arm. Feyd thinks you're doing it to finish him off. Poetically kill him with the weapon he gave you. He closes his eyes and waits for the final stab or throat slit. But nothing like that happens. He doesn't have the strength to turn around and see exactly what you're doing, but your words alone are enough for him to imagine the scene that is happening behind him.

"I may not be a Harkonnen, but I've picked up a few of their habits. If you want an agreement between us, show me your hand." After your words, he can hear a hiss from Atreides when you plunge the dagger into your joined hands, piercing them both through.

Feyd would have laughed mockingly if he hadn't spent all his energy on breathing slowly. He remembered explaining to you how contracts, such as arranged marriages, were sealed on Giedi Prime. The Harkonnens shook hands and pierced them with swords, thus signing a blood pact. This also applied to marriages and other such things. Blood bound them stronger than any words or signatures on paper. He cursed himself for the fact that, seeing your scared face at his words, he withdrew from this idea and decided to make a verbal agreement between you. He should be the one to bind you with his blood, not Atreides.

The steel in his body rubs against his lower ribs, but it does not damage any major organs. He tries to keep the sword in the exact same position you stuck it in, but he feels like he's going to faint from all the pain, the blood, and the fear for you that he feels now.

You made him so weak that even after you stabbed him, all he could think about was your safety and your well-being. Every shaky breath he took, every slow beat of his heart as he fought to stay conscious—it was all for you.

He just hoped like hell that you weren't lying a few moments ago, that this would all turn out to be just one of your games, and that you would soon end Atreides' life. But it's not like that.

"Let this blood be a symbol of our union." Your sweet, dangerous whisper reaches Feyd's ears.

He's raging with powerlessness and anger. That Atreides dog didn't deserve to mix his blood with yours. Only Feyd should be able to do this. Only his black blood should merge with your crimson, staining your joined hands as you swore allegiance to each other. His heart hurts more than the wound you gave him as he imagine how you and this desert rat are now echanging each other's blood.

If he hadn't been placed in such a vulnerable state by you, he would have ripped Atreides' heart out with his bare hands for daring to mix his blood with yours. A cold shiver runs down his spine at the thought of Atreides connecting with you in yet another way. A way Feyd was robbed too many times.

He tries to get up, but he doesn't have enough strength. All he can do is place his hands on the floor, trying to take the weight off his torso. The blade scratching his flesh bothers him much less than the fact that Atreides has the nerve to touch you or that you're blatantly ignoring him while playing whatever game you're playing right now.

"Leave him to me. I want… to repay him for all these years of fulfilling his wishes." The cool, composed tone of your voice that you used many times when the two of you dealt with inconvenient prisoners did nothing to inspire his hope or quench his rage.

You really betrayed him. You, of all people. How stupid and naive he was to believe you. He should have killed you the moment his eyes met yours. You were an intruder. A spy in disguise. His bittersweet end.

The door slams shut behind Atreides. Feyd hears your footsteps, the sand from your soles falling back onto the ground—the same ground where his black, thick blood is now flowing. You walk over to him; if he could focus enough, he would see the toes of your shoes.

You kneel in front of him, gently tugging on his head, causing him to rest on your shoulder. He can smell your blood dripping from your hand. You stain his head with it. Under any other circumstances, he would have appreciated how close you were to him, but now, with the sword rubbing uncomfortably against his insides, your touch doesn't bring any comfort at all. Even your lips pressed against his forehead cannot calm the volcano of emotions boiling inside him. But he is helpless. He is unable to do anything; he is completely surrendered to your grace. It wouldn't bother him a few hours ago. Now he hated it.

"I'm sorry." You whisper, then use the voice on him to tell him to fall asleep. When he drifts off to sleep at your command, he is already planning how he will take revenge on you. And hell knows you're going to pay him for it.

"He'll be furious." One of your spies comments as she helps you carry Feyd's body out of the sietch.

Inessa was the only Harkonnen woman you could reasonably trust. She's done your dirty work many times, but... never THIS. You somewhat understood her concerns, but currently, when you both had to carry Feyd through the Fremen corridors and go unnoticed, you didn't necessarily approve of it.

"I am aware." You reply, looking around. Inessa and you somehow patched up Feyd's wound. Now you had to either drag him to the surface yourself and hope that someone would find him in the chaos of the fight or leave him with some of his soldiers.

You didn't like any of these ideas. But you had to do what you planned if you wanted to regain your freedom, even if it meant that Feyd would hate you for it for infinity.

"Fucking angry. I'm serious, Y/N." Inessa warns you again. You roll your eyes at her, for a Harkonnen she was very fearful.

You remember how her hands were shaking a few minutes ago as you both stitched up your new Baron. It was a makeshift dressing and still required treatment by a doctor, but it was enough to get Feyd to the ship and back to base. During this time, you will take care of everything here. You hope that by the time he wakes up, you will have finished what you set out to do. Otherwise, you don't see your future well.

"Just get him out of here." You grumble, turning into a side corridor, and encounter Harkonnen soldiers fighting the Fremen as they kill the last of them, their eyes shifting to the two of you. You nod at them. Without a word, they approach you and take Feyd from you. Inessa looks at you, worried.

"What if he wakes up?"

"You stuffed him with painkillers, and I ordered him to sleep. He won't get up until you're back on the ship." The woman sighs and shakes her head, looking at you intently as you speak.

"Y/N. You've had some… creatively stupid ideas, but this one is the worst of them all. He won't give up. You know it. So why are you doing this?" She asks, taking you off guard for a moment.

She was right. You could have returned to the ship with them, gone back to the safety of Giedi Prime, and let Feyd fight Paul alone. You could have let go and stopped participating in a war that wasn't yours. But at what cost? You've been obeying someone all your life. Bene Gesserit. Prophecies. Feyd. It's finally time for you to deal the cards. And you will do it. In your and Feyd's best interests. You just hoped that he could… forgive you, or see the reasoning behind your actions.

"For myself. For my freedom. For us. This is the only way to end the matter of Atreides, Fremen, and Arrakis. The only effective way."

"Don't you know it yet? You will never be free. We women will never enjoy men's freedom. There will always be someone to whom you must submit. You can't change your fate."

"Then I'd rather die trying." You say, turning on your heel. You don't look back to see her reaction to your words. You had too little time.

The burning sensation on your hand only reminded you of running out of it. The dagger that Feyd gave you must have also had an effect on Atreides. You don't know how advanced he is in Bene Gesserit teachings, so you had to hurry before he detected the poison in his body. Or, God forbid, neutralise it.

You wipe your sweating forehead with the sleeve of your hand as your body begins to fight the poison slowly accumulating in your body. The antidote rested safely in a small syringe hidden in the handle of the dagger you kept strapped to your thigh. You just had to use it when the time was right.

You hope you will get everything done before you die.

You wander through the corridors without knowing where you are. You just have a feeling in the back of your head about where you should go. Besides, the escaping Harkonnens kind of showed you the way into the sietch.

Your hands are shaking as you slowly approach the main room—the one where the Fremen usually gather for large meetings and in case of an attack. Still, you thank Feyd for forcing you to attend the Harkonenn war meetings. At least now you are more familiar with the location of the Fremen's rooms and methods.

The closer you get to the main hall, the more Fremen women push past you, and you feel a little more confident walking through the crowd with them, confident that they are leading you to your place of harm in case of an attack. Even though the Harkonnen were already retreating from the area, some of them were still fighting the Fremen, who craved the blood on their swords and didn't let them just leave. You can only imagine the Feyd's wrath that they will have to face. His men didn't come... fully armed. Apparently it was supposed to be a quick action—get in and out with you, then launch a full attack and invasion.

You know that once he wakes up and heals up a bit, he's going to paint these halls with blood before he burns them to the ground.

Entering the main room, you immediately take a seat by the wall, watching all the Fremen gathering, carefully looking for Atreides among them. He probably had to make sure they "cleared" the halls from the Harkonnens. It makes you sick to think of them bragging about this as a victory over the Harkonnens. It makes you wish you had a little bomb with you...

"Are you already hiding in the shadows?" You shiver when you hear him whisper in your ear. You haven't learned to recognise his steps yet. They were irregular, different, and hard to detect and remember—as if he were constantly moving through the sand like a feather.

"The quicker I adapt, the better, right?" You ask, raising an eyebrow at him in challenge. He shakes his head in amusement and watches the Fremen gather with you. It's strange that somehow no one has noticed him yet.

"I'm starting to understand why my cousin kept you so close to him."

"Cousin?" You ask in shock, turning your head towards him so you can look at him. This time he ignores you, not shifting his gaze from the Fremen.

"A little surprise. Maybe we all have a bit of Harkonnen in us after all?" He banters without giving you any of his attention. You snort indignantly, looking at the gathering people again.

"You look tired." You comment, wanting to tease him. You can barely keep yourself from stabbing him with your poisoned dagger a few times. But since he was talking to you so... carelessly, it meant he couldn't detect the poison. Good for you.

"I always am. I will rest when I sit peacefully on the imperial throne."

You would laugh at him if you could. He might easily sit on the emperor's throne, but he wouldn't be able to hold power over all the families for long. Certainly not if you and Feyd had anything to say about it.

Your heart clenches as you remember the moment you stabbed him. You had to. There was no other way to get rid of him long enough for you to take care of everything here. Also, he wouldn't allow you to do that if he knew what you were up to. Besides, if you didn't stab him, Atreides and he would get into a fight. Unfortunately, you weren't that confident in Feyd's abilities. He would be in a state of distraction if your well-being was at stake.

Besides, Atreides' words convinced you of this decision more than anything else.

More than one great king fell under the intrigue of a lesser man.

If there was anything you could praise about Paul Atreides, it was his cunning. And you were sure that if Atreides was somehow going to defeat Feyd, it would be through intrigue and trickery. And then you weren't ready to save your baron. So you had to use drastic measures to get him out and allow yourself to function fully. You couldn't give Atreides any leverage or advantage over you. You certainly couldn't reveal what a weakness Feyd was to you.

"Hmm… you have to survive first." You answered thoughtfully. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him turn his head to look at you. His intense, analysing gaze makes you burn as you have to endure his unwanted attention.

"With such a talented Bene Gesserit as MY right hand? I have not the slightest doubt. You proved your loyalty by killing my cousin. I have no doubt that you are capable of great things. However... this sudden change of sides is shocking, I must admit."

"Why? Because I chose something better for myself? It was the same with Feyd. I could either stay among the Bene Gesserit and hope they wouldn't send me to breed with anyone, or I could take matters into my own hands. And I don't like blindly entrusting my fate to someone else, Atreides."

"I see... you look good with independence, Harkonnen witch, but don't forget who you answer to."

"Of course, Fremen messiah." The nickname you give him makes me chuckle. He reaches up and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. You look carefully at his bandaged hand, which you pierced with a dagger.

You find yourself comparing his hands to Feyd's. Harkonnen's hands were hard, rough, trained from years of using all kinds of weapons. Atrdida's hands were smoother, less stained by effort. Another difference between them was that Feyd would never let anyone bandage the wound you gave him. He would rather wear them proudly until the wound heals itself. You should think it's sick, but years spent by his side have taught you… to appreciate such gestures. Maybe you really had a completely different perception of normality?

Atreides' fingers trace your jaw, caressing it gently. You look into his eyes and immediately see the familiar gleam of audacity in them. He looked at you like you were a prize—a nice thing that he managed to take from his enemy, which he can now put on his bedside table and look at to remember his victory. Under any other circumstances, you would have bitten his fingers off, but unfortunately, you had to behave. But only for a moment longer.

"What do you think you're doing?" An angry, cold female voice echoes behind you. Before you know it, you're being pushed sideways against the wall. A dagger at your throat. You act automatically. You attack a woman, disarm her, and push her against a wall. But before you can put a dagger at her throat yourself, Atreides steps between you.

"What's necessary, Chani. I would suggest you not attack my guest." The woman glares at him, and for a moment, you think she's going to attack him or spit on him. Then her anger shifts to you.

"This Harkonnen witch has killed more of our people than any of them. She should be dead, not taken in as a guest." She growls furiously, giving you a distrustful, mad look. You understand her perfectly. If you were in her place, you would do the same. Only Feyd, unlike Atreides, couldn't stop you from hurting your rival.

"It's not up to you to decide her fate."

Chani gives the two of you one last hateful glare and pushes past Atreides, moving into the crowd, away from the two of you. You look at the woman carefully, analysing her gait and posture. Similar to Atreides. So you found his teacher.

"Your…"

"Concubine." He finishes, thus answering your question. You raise an eyebrow at him in surprise.

"I see."

"Jealous?" This time, you can't help but snort in amusement, giggling at his absurd question.

"I would sonner be jealous of a sandworm than of you. What is bewteen us is just an agreement. Don't forget that, Atreides."

"That's why I like you. Give me a moment. We'll talk later. Don't go anywhere. I will find you."

He puts his hand on your shoulder. You assume he thinks it's a gesture of reassurance, but it's not for you. You anxiously wait for him to move away from you so he can speak to the crowd of Fremen.

You shiver as you briefly make eye contact with Chani, who is standing at the other end of the room. She's still seething with rage. You're not entirely sure why she's so devoted to Atreides, but after thinking about it longer, you realise what her reason is for being so protective over him. You would probably do the same things for Feyd as she did for Paul. However, you would be... more ruthless towards your rival. You wave to the woman, smirking. She looks away from you, focusing her gaze on Atreides.

You study him as well, carefully observing him as he speaks to the Fremen. He is imperious and powerful, but also arrogant and conceited. His overconfidence that he acquired among the Fremen—the belief that he was the chosen one—will lead to his death. You will lead him to death. Otherwise, no one will stand a chance against him. He had one significant thing that could ensure his victory: a huge crowd of people who blindly believed that he would bring them salvation if they obediently followed his every request.

And maybe you would feel sorry for these people and try to help them if your own freedom and future weren't on the line.

You play with the handle of your dagger. You press a small button. A small ampoule with a needle falls into your hand. You hiss, injecting the contents of the ampoule into your arm.

Atreides was right. - You think, listening carefully to the man's speech to the crowd. - More than one great king fell under the intrigue of a lesser man.

The faint hum of the ship's engine gives Feyd a clear indication of where he is. He opens his eyes and looks around the room. He's in the bedroom of one of Harkonnen's ships. He sits up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, and looks at his bare chest. He furrows his hairless eyebrows in surprise when he sees no wound or bandage—just a tiny, sealed scar in the area where you pierced him with the sword.

"Where are you going?" Your quiet, protesting whisper makes him freeze. After a while, he feels your warm hands on his shoulders as you pull him back into the soft sheets and into your arms. You cuddle up to him, wrapping your arms around him and burying your head in the crook of his neck. "Stay. We still have a lot of time before we land on Lankiveil, so you can spend it in bed with your wife. I doubt we'll find a moment of peace for ourselves when our little Na-Baron demands swimming lessons from you and a tour around the new planet, so use this little moment of peace."

Feyd's heart skips a beat when he feels your lips brushing on the skin of his neck and hears you calling yourself his wife. He allows himself to drown in the warmth of your body and the feeling of your gentle touch on his skin. He buries his nose in your hair, shuddering slightly as you place small kisses on his neck and lick his skin, teasing him. However, one thing was still bothering him…

"Little Na-Baron?" He asks, confused, when you lazily stroke his head with your fingers, drawing patterns on its pale skin.

"Our son. I pleased you so well last night that you forgot about our son, or are you just not awake yet, darling?" You ask him teasingly, opening your eyes to look at him for the first time.

Feyd is speechless when he sees the spark of malice in your eyes and the beautiful smile you give him. Your beauty, the calmness with which you lie curled on his chest—as if it were the most normal thing you do every day—and the strange warmth that spreads across his chest because of it make him lose his ability to speak.

You giggle, pulling him closer to you and placing a tender, gentle kiss on his lips. You moan, enjoying the feeling of his plush lips, sucking on his bottom lip as you claim him as yours. Feyd feels himself starting to harden just from the feeling of your lips on his and the teasing movements of your fingers around his nipples.

"I…" He tries to speak, but then he hears the baby's soft whimpering. He tenses up, unaccustomed to any interaction with children.

His gaze goes from the cradle placed in the corner of the room to you in pure panic, as he has no idea what to do with the crying baby. But you don't seem to care about the baby crying as much as he does. You groan in protest and pull away from him, burying your face in the pillow.

"Mhm... go to her, it's your turn." You mumble, not giving him a glance, as you hug the pillow instead of him. He starts to be a little jealous, but that feeling fades away, replaced by panic as the baby's cries intensify.

"Now you're letting me go?" He asks, hoping you'll change your mind and take care of the crying demon in the cradle yourself.

"I simply found a better use for you elsewhere." He huffs, leaning towards you and ruffling your hair. You punch him in the chest and force him out of bed. He rolls his eyes at you and turns hesitantly towards the crib.

He feels his legs shaking and his heart beating with nervousness. Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen is stressed and nervous by a crying baby in a cradle. He breathes deeply as he stands over the cradle.

His world stops when his eyes meet small irises that are a similar shade of blue to his. And his heart stops when he sees a little copy of you. Your child is undoubtedly a reflection of you. She only has his eyes, but the colour of her skin and hair, the shape of her nose, mouth, and eyes are all you. Feyd's heart pounds as he stares at the small miracle before him. Suddenly, the sounds reach him again. Panicked, he takes the baby gently, making sure not to accidentally hurt her, and in a few quick steps, he is by your side again.

"I… I think it is hungry." He says, reaching out towards you to hand the baby to you as quickly as possible.

"Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, did you just call our daughter it?" You ask angrily, sitting on the bed and looking at him furious. You sigh at his helpless expression and take your daughter from him. "Forgive daddy, Katerina. He doesn't usually behave like this." You mumble sweetly to the baby, trying to calm her down.

Miraculously, because Feyd can't call it anything else, you manage to calm down the baby in your embrace, her little lips pursing in dissatisfaction as she waits for you to feed her. Feyd swears she makes the exact same face you do when you're impatient or angry. His heart melts even more at the image in front of him.

Feyd sits on the edge of the bed, watching in fascination as you feed your baby. This scene seems... unreal to him. He had never experienced anything like this before—the feelings of warmth, safety, and boundless love and devotion that appear in him when he looks at the two of you.

He may have had vague memories of his mother singing bedtime lullabies to him and Rabban, but... he had never felt the way he did with you and your daughter. He had never felt that disarming feeling of home that made him allow himself to become vulnerable for the first time in many years.

He uncertainly reaches towards the child and gently strokes his daughter's head. The colour of her hair is identical to yours. Feyd's lips form involuntarily in a smile when the child reaches her little hand to his fingers, tightening his fist firmly. As she gently moves his hand away from her head, she does not let her grip on his fingers loosen. She was strong for a baby. She certainly had a warrior nature inherited from both of you. Feyd couldn't wait to train her...

He found himself thinking that all he wanted was to curl up in this bed with you and hold you safely in his arms before he would be brutally torn from this beautiful dream or vision.

He sits on the bed, looking at the two of you, when suddenly the bedroom door opens. The thud of small feet on the metal floor echoes around the room, and that's all the warning Feyd gets before the little white-haired boy lunges at him.

"Dad! Dad! We'll be there soon! I can't wait. Uncle Rabban told me that there are huge oceans that can swallow our ships if we land wrong! Is it true?" Asks the child, sitting on his lap and holding him tightly.

Feyd hesitantly wraps his arms around the boy, making sure he doesn't accidentally fall from his lap to the floor. His gaze quickly shifts to you in utter confusion. Rabban as a caring, mischievous uncle? What the hell was that supposed to be?

"Your uncle has a habit of distorting some facts, Feydor. I assure you we'll be fine. And Lankiveil is wonderful, isn't it, honey?" You ask Feyd, resting Katerina on your shoulder and making sure she burps.

"Yes. It is beautiful." He says, unconsciously running a hand through his son's hair as he looks at the three of you, unable to get over the shock and awe.

"I want a hug." Your son demands. You laugh as you pull him closer to you. When you see that Feyd isn't moving to join you all, you grab his hand and gently guide him back to the soft pillows. You lie there curled up, you with Katerina on your chest, Feydor between you and him as you wrap your arms around each other.

His son mutters something to his sister, but Feyd doesn't hear him. All he can do is stare at the three of you in amazement.

"Now sleep. Both of you. I don't want to hear any grumpy complaints about not getting enough sleep, okay, my boys?"

'It only happened once." Feydor mumbles, manoeuvring your and Feyd's hands to hug him tightly. "Besides, Dad was whining worse than me."

"I have no doubt that was the case. Your dad is a terribly fussy and grumpy man." You laugh and lean in to place a quick kiss on Feyd's lips. He strokes your waist, moving closer to you and your son as baby Katerina mumbles something in a language only she knows.

Feyd can only watch tenderly as his little family falls asleep, curled up in each other's arms. And he believes that this is the best possible future that can await him. He doesn't want the throne. He doesn't want to become emperor. He just wants to be able to fall asleep and wake up with you in his arms and your children running around. It's all he dreams about.

The younger Feyd would certainly laugh at him and mock him for such a trivial goal he had set for himself, but what more could he want with the title of baron and you by his side?

He saw perfectly well how the lives of his uncle and emperor turned out and knew the tragic fate of great people in power who decided to devote their entire lives to achieving the greatest possible influence. Feyd didn't want to follow in their footsteps. He wanted you. He realised, with horror, that this was enough for him—the vision or dream he had now was his ideal future.

"I love you." He whispers to your sleeping form before the darkness overwhelms him again.

He wakes up again on the ship, in the same room, and on the same bed. The difference is that your warm body is not pressed against his, and the throbbing pain from his stomach spreads uncomfortably throughout his body.

He groans, sitting on the bed and looking around. His hairless eyebrows wrinkle when he sees one of your spies with him. He automatically grabs the hidden knife and attacks your spy before she notices that he woke up.

"My Lord Baron, I can explain…" The woman says this as he presses the blade against her chest. She stops talking when he cuts off her access to the air by tightening his grip on her neck.

"Where is my right hand?" He growls, sticking to the remains of his control when he refrains from killing her. However, he does not stop himself from making a light cut on your spy's neck. Years of experience have proved that people were more willing to talk after he took some blood from them.

"It really wasn't my idea. She decided so. She knew that you would not let her do what she was planning, so she had to somehow... get rid of you from there, my lord Baron."

"Hm... that sounds like her, but... I would like to hear more about that plan of her. Say something useful and I might even spare your life." Feyd purrs, lazily dragging the blade down her neck to her collarbone, making a small cut.

He preferred not to hurt your toy too much. He didn't know how you would react to the loss of this particular spy. She must have been someone you trusted to entrust him to her.

But that didn't mean that Feyd couldn't land his anger at you on her for leaving him behind and completely unaware of your actions.

"Long ago, the Bene Gesserit had only one reverend mother. Their order was small then, but it was developing well. A certain ritual was invented to ensure that the most powerful of them was in power. It… is about the struggle of life forces. I don't know exactly how it's done, but… lady Y/N said that they both have to die for one of them to survive. She… she knew you wouldn't let her, so she had to make you leave that rat's nest so she could get the job done." A cold shiver runs down Feyd's spine. He needs a moment to compose himself and process your spy's words before he speaks again.

"They both have to die? What do you mean?" He asks, unconsciously tightening his already painful grip on the woman. His hand, the one holding the dagger, trembles slightly as he impatiently stares at her, waiting for an answer.

"I... they have to... they... their hearts stop beating and... the one who is stronger and has more life energy takes over the other's powers and survives."

"So... she may lose and die?" Fed sees your spy swallowing heavily after hearing his question. Thanks to this, he already knows the answer to it.

Strangely, instead of the huge, red fury and bloodlust, everything he feels is fear. Since he arrived at Giedi Prime, he has never felt fear. His uncle made sure that this emotion did not prevent him from reaching the ideal that his uncle demanded from Feyd. But at this point, when the vision of your dead body appears before his eyes, Feyd feels almost paralysed by fear of your life.

"There is... a little possibilty, my lord Baron."

This information is enough for him to make a decision. He stabs your spy in the stomach and allows her to sit on a bed. He reaches the exit in a few steps and opens the door with a bang. A doctor and two soldiers are waiting in the corridor. They look at him with fear in their eyes when he comes out, covered in blood. Before they can speak and probably inform him about his state of health, Fed is already growling at them and giving orders.

"Heal her and bandage her. She was only fulfilling my fiancee's orders." Fed tells the doctor. He is pleased with the surprise he sees on your spy's face. He intends to enjoy informing everyone about his 'engagement' with you. If you could have your plans, he could have some of his too. "Tell the pilot to turn back. And call more ours. We will burn these rats' nests to the ground."

With this promise, he leaves the room, ignoring the pain in his trunk. He must have found you before Fremen left with you for another hideout. He had to be fast and precise if he wanted to have you safe by his side. Maybe he should also ask the doctor for a sedative. Just in case you were stubborn enough to fight him instead of cooperating with him.

"What do you think?" Atreides' question catches you off guard for a moment. You stop watching the Fremen as they prepare to leave the sietch and shift your gaze to Atreides, raising an eyebrow in question. "About them. About my speech there."

"Are you looking for praise?" You mock, taking a closer look at what exactly he's putting into his bundle.

"I'm looking for a second opinion. Objective. Analytical and thorough." He replies, tying the fabric as he waits for your response.

"They will do whatever you want. Isn't that enough for you?" You ask, licking your lips as you choose your words carefully. You can see beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Paul wipes them away with his hand, not yet aware of the poison that courses through his veins.

You wanted to make sure as much as you could that when the moment came to defeat him and take his life force, there would be no shadow of a doubt that you would emerge victorious from the duel between you. After he went through the Reverend Mothers ceremony, you could try to perform the old ritual of reclaiming power between you two. This hasn't been done for centuries. So you hoped that everything you remembered from the old scrolls was true and that Atreides wouldn't surprise you with anything.

Even if he was a Kwisatz Haderach, you're still going to defeat him. No one and nothing will decide your fate.

"For now, yes. But in the future, I will need their full devotion. After all, I won't be the one to rule them on Arrakis." You raise your eyebrows questioningly, curious as to what his big plan for the future might be.

"Who do you want to entrust them to?"

Silence falls between you as you both look at each other intently. You know he's judging you, wondering how much he can tell you and how much he can hide from you. And you have to be convincing enough to gain even a little bit of trust from him. You know that stabbing Feyd helped you a lot with that. No matter how much it hurt you to do it.

"To be honest, you have the best skills to serve as Governor of Arrakis. The only question is, will you be equally faithful to me?"

"Me? Why?"

"They're already afraid of you. Besides, I saw your power—you're quite a powerful Bene Gesserit. Even if you don't like being called that, you can't cheat or change your destiny, no matter what."

"But... it is not all about power and fate, though is it?" You ask, slowly approaching him. "It is... something more there. Much more than we know." You whisper, looking at him with your most captivating gaze. Feyd would have killed him and tortured you if he saw you flirting with someone else... but luckily he wasn't here. And you had to somehow lower Atreides' guard.

"Indeed." He mumbles back and takes a step towards you. His fingers gently caress your jaw, tracing it until his fingertips brush against your lips. "My mother told me legends about the birth of the most powerful of the Bene Gesserit. A woman who could bring thousands to their knees with a wave of her finger, tamed the most bloodthirsty of all beasts. Stilgar... has suspicions that you may be the mother of the one, the one to come. Of course, this conflicts with his perception of me as the chosen one."

He spoke the truth. You were the most powerful of the Bene Gesserit. But not because you were born according to their program. You simply had potential, and they had way too much time and no obstacles to train you differently. You were supposed to be their perfect pawn in their game, to provide them with the Kwisatz Haderach. And now… you will kill the one who was supposed to be him.

"Even so, you don't lose power. They still listen to you. More than anyone else." You say, shifting your gaze from his eyes to his lips. He licks them, holding your jaw tightly as he leans slightly towards you.

"I may be my father's son, but I'm not going to make the same mistakes. You know, it is much safer to be feared than loved because... love is preserved by the link of obligation which, owing to the baseness of men, is broken at every opportunity for their advantage; but fear preserves you by a dread of punishment which never fails."

"The prince Machiavelli." You say, knowing a quote from the book. You're a little surprised that he would read something like that. He also seems amazed that you know what book he took these words from.

"Indeed. Hmm... Maybe you're not that cruel and bloodthirsty Harkonnen witch people think you are. After all, you're a bit educated." Under any other circumstances, you would have kicked him in... his tender place for this. But now you have to smile sweetly, comforting yourself only with the thought that he will soon die at your hands.

"Believe me, Atreides. I am everything they talk about and more." You mumble before leaning in to connect your lips in a kiss.

Kissing him is… different from kissing Feyd. Less intense, less hot, and less passionate. With him, you don't feel that familiar thrill of excitement you feel every time Feyd literally devours you. This kiss is... too polite. There's not an ounce of desire in him, at least not on your part. You try to be persuasive, though, caressing his lips, but it's not the same plush softness of Feyd's lips. Your mind refuses to be fooled, and you realise with horror how deeply your new Baron has managed to get under your skin when you haven't been able to enjoy the kiss of any other man.

Atreides reaches for your hips, pulling you closer to him as he deepens the kiss, moaning into your mouth. At least he was the only one having fun out of the two of you. You place your hands on his shoulders, slowly pulling your hidden dagger from your sleeve as you let the man kiss you and explore your body with his hands.

You almost sigh with relief when his lips finally leave yours. He moves to kiss your neck, and you decide that this is the moment to start the ritual.

"Stay still. Don't move or speak." You use the voice on him. He stiffens in an instant, his eyes widening slightly as the steel of your poisoned blade presses against his neck. "You were right. It's better to make them afraid of you than to love you."

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him grab his hidden knife. But before he can stab you, you place your hands on his temples and recite the old formula, beginning the ritual. You feel yourself slowly starting to lose strength. You both kneel to the floor, life draining from the two of you.

It has begun. - you think as darkness takes over you.

This... is different from what you expected. Nowhere is it written what happens after the connection between the brains of the Bene Gesserit combatants is made. Or what kind of test are the two of you being put through to find out which one of you is stronger. You thought you and Atreides would stand in some imaginary arena and fight until one of you killed the other.

At least you would prefer this to the burning pain that overwhelmed you. You feel like you're immersed in pure, wild fire. All your nerves were burning. You felt your body, but at the same time, you were far from it. And all you could see and hear was blackness, screams, whispers, and songs in a language foreign to you. You feel like you've gone mad. Any pain you've felt doesn't compare to what you're going through right now.

You feel every cell in your body tear apart, and at the same time you remain in a void, unaware of anything except the feeling of pain.

But you endure it.

And suddenly, everything disappears. For a moment, you feel or hear nothing. It's just you and your consciousness as you anxiously await the turn of events.

Then various images begin to appear before your eyes—visions of the future and the past. You see every possible course of events that could occur and every single scenario that may happen. In some visions, both you and Feyd die; in others, it's just him or you; and in others, you both live to old age together. One element is constant. Only one. And you shudder every time you see the familiar figure of your future son ascending the throne as the Emperor and taking care of the entire world, restoring balance and peace.

All of Atreides' power has passed onto you. You knew everything. All possible futures. And they scared you more than you thought they would. And you feel completely different than you thought you would...

After some time and tens of thousands of visions, you return to your body. You begin to feel everything around you—the soft sheets beneath you, the softness of the pillow beneath your head, and the quiet beeping of the machines keeping you alive.

You struggle to open your eyes, hissing as the light hits your eyes. You look around, expecting to find a familiar hospital room, but instead you find yourself in Feyd's chambers. On fucking Giedi Prime.

"Welcome among the living." Feyd's hoarse voice reaches your ears. You turn your head towards him—too quickly, making you feel a little dizzy—but you open your mouth to speak anyway.

You have a terrible coughing fit, and your throat is drier than it has ever been on Arrakis. As you curl up on Feyd's bed, coughing up your lungs, you see him quickly fill a glass of water from the corner of your eye. He sits next to you, pulling you against his chest. You lean your back against him and drink the water greedily.

Feyd gently strokes your back, watching carefully as you drink the water. His gaze is watchful and attentive as he makes sure you drink the last drop from your glass.

When you finish, he takes your glass and walks over to the table to set it down. A cold shiver runs through you as you feel the absence of his presence. You remember how the last time you saw him, he was unconscious and injured. Because of you.

"I was more expecting to be chained to a wall in a prison cell. Or to have your harpies hovering over me and waiting for you to cut me up for them." You say jokingly, teasing him. But he doesn't laugh. You see him tense at your words before he slowly turns to face you.

"I had such an idea in my mind a month ago, when I found you pale as death in the arms of the equally dead Atreides. But I guess enough time has passed for me to get over it… or I just killed enough Fremen and doctors and Bene Gesserit women who couldn't bring you back to calm myself down."

"Month?" You ask, swallowing thickly as you bravely endure his stern glare.

"Mhmm… a month, two weeks and five days to be precise. This whole time, you were either losing your pulse or screaming until your throat was torn. Also, you had a fever that we barely managed to break down, and you were pronounced dead a few times, but who cares, right?" He asks casually, but you can clearly see the rage bubbling inside him despite his obvious concern for you.

"Oh… that's… a while."

"A little bit more than a while." He growls at you, playing with his dagger—the exact same one he gave you. You shudder as you see how much the blade has bent from the blood of the people you used it on.

"What about Atreides?" You ask, confused, wondering if it was really a good idea to bring this up now. Especially since he is playing with a poisoned dagger in his hands. And you used up the antidote to it (apparently) a month ago.

"I have his head. Do you want it on a silver platter, or should I just frame his tongue and hang it on the wall? Maybe right next to yours for being a liar and a traitor?" He asks furiously. But that's not what scares you the most. He's calm. Too calm and composed. And this was often how his anger manifested itself before he killed his victims.

"I... you know perfectly well that I had to do it. If I had done it differently, his... skills would have been lost. And I... now I see everything. I can prevent everything, I can make everything fine. Isn't that a big advantage for you? Have an oracle next to you?" You ask, slightly nervous about what he's going to do next.

"Depends on what this oracle wants to show me and what it doesn't want to show me. But since you know everything and the entire future, you probably know what I will do now." He says and heads towards the exit.

Your heart clenches, and you feel an inexplicable panic as you see him walk away from you. You can't stand how cold he was towards you. You have to do something. You can't just let him go.

"Feyd." You call after him and get out of bed to follow him. When you're on your legs, you lose your balance, and you would have fallen to the floor if Feyd hadn't caught you in his arms.

You dig your fingers into his shoulders, holding onto him as you breathe quickly. You look at each other for a moment, allowing yourself to immerse yourself in the closeness of the other one.

Feyd places his hand under your knees and picks you up in bridal style. He puts you on his bed again and pulls away to leave. You grab his elbow tightly and hold on, forcing him to stay by your side as you give him a desperate, pleading look for him not to leave you.

Feyd sighs, sitting next to you on the bed. He leans towards you and rests his forehead against yours. He closes his eyes, brushing his nose against yours. And you feel really calm for the first time in years.

"You have no idea... I have killed men for smaller things than that. The only reason you're still alive... is because I prefer to destroy you myself. Without the help of any sick rituals or poison. You'll be begging me to kill you, little witch. I'll make you go through the same damn pain you put me through. You'll be begging me to stop making you scream. Oh, and I'll make you scream much louder than becasue of this stupid ancient ritual."

You know he's mad at you. And he has every right to do so. But you can't take his words seriously. Not when you have irrefutable proof of the depth of his feelings for you. As he said, he killed for less. If he wanted to, he would have gotten rid of you or hurt you by now. But he didn't.

"I'll happily scream because of you, my Baron." You reply, placing your hands on his cheeks. You stroke his cheekbones with your thumbs, trying to memorise every little bit of his skin.

"I… I'm serious." He growls at you. He places his hand on your neck and squeezes it gently. You smile and press a kiss just near the corner of his mouth.

"Me too. Do it. Show me how loud you want me to scream for you." You challenge him, placing small kisses on his face.

"Y/N... I should have killed you ages ago, woman. You poisoned my mind, you stabbed me with a sword, you left me alone to deal with the mess you made, you forced me to worry about you while you slowly died in front of me day by day, and I couldn't do any-fucking-thing. So tell me, how can I get past this? Why is it that all I want to do is fuck you until I feel like you're really alive and around me?"

You bite your lip, trying not to moan at his words. You lick your lips and lean towards him, kissing him. He moans into your mouth and tries to pull away from you, but you grab his neck and pull him towards you. Your heart speeds up as your lips caress his as you give all of yourself to him in that kiss.

You gently massage his scalp and lie down on the pillows. You pull him with you as he starts to kiss you back. You moan into his mouth, wrapping your legs around his hips. He pulls away from you with a growl and presses his forehead against yours, trying to calm down for your sake. After all, you had just woken up... too bad his cock wasn't as sympathetic to you as you rubbed against him.

"I… my mother was a Harkonnen, you know? Maybe that's why I was so drawn to you. Like calls to like or something like that." You gasp, remembering the memory you saw. Feyd furrows his hairless eyebrows in surprise. A shiver runs across his skin, realising the power you've taken from Atreides.

"What else do you know?" He asks, caressing your cheek. You turn your head and press a kiss on the palm of his hand. You surprise him even more, but he's not going to protest when you show him affection. This was very rare in his life, and the fact that this small, voluntary gesture of adoration was coming from you made him even harder.

"That I don't want to lose you for some visions that may or may not happen. That you love me and that these months have been torture for you. That you hated me as much as you needed me to come back to you. That I… only want to think about us. I only care about our future, and I'm willing to watch this world burn if it means I can hold your hand until the end. with no fear that fate will make us hate each other. That I want you to be the only prophecy I care about."

"What about your escape from fate? You never wanted… to be part of this Kwisatz Haderach thing. Will you run away from me when you see that the path we are following leads inevitably to what you were so afraid of?"

His doubts are absolutely right. But that doesn't change the fact that you need him close to you right now. That you need his reassurance that everything will be fine, not his resentment. And you know it was wrong of you to demand from him things like that, but... nothing about your relationship was healthy anyway.

"Fuck it if I can't have us. Fuck it if I can't have you." You say and pull him in for another kiss. He moans in shock into your mouth but quickly responds to you with equal passion. You gasp as he grabs your waist tightly and lifts you up, making you sit on his lap.

"You said you love me." He gasps as he slowly removes your nightgown that he dressed you in himself.

"I did... I also stab you." You say as your hands reach up to start undressing him as well.

"You did. And you killed Atreides." He purrs against your jaw, placing kisses and hickeys there.

"I did." You groan, your hands shaking as you try to get rid of his clothes as quickly as possible.

"You handed me over to our people."

"I did. You are quite heavy." You giggle as he blows on your neck, tickling you, before sinking his teeth into it. You dig your fingers into his back, pulling him close to you.

"Why did you do this?" He asks, pulling away from you to look at you carefully, gauging your reaction, making sure you were always on his side, and doing everything for your mutual good. For his good.

"Because I decide about my fate. Not Bene Gesserit, not any Atreides, not you or anyone. Only me. And I want you. And love you. And need you. But only as my equal... and if you will have me."

"I won't let you go anymore." He warns, laying you down on the bed and towering over you.

"I will never want to leave." You promise, looking into his icy blue eyes and stroking the scar on his lower stomach—from the wound you gave him.

"Good."

"Say it again."

"Good?" You ask teasingly, pressing kisses to his neck and giving him a few hickeys, marking him as yours with more than just his scars.

"No. You know what."

"I love you."

"About damn time." He growls, devouring your mouth. You moan as he bites into your lower lip. You both don't hold back anymore. Feyd marks you like a map, as if he wanted to memorise all the sensitive places that made you moan and writhe in pleasure, pressing into his muscled body.

You forget for a moment the whole world, everything you've done for him, everything you both should have discussed—all you can think about is Feyd. About wanting to be closer to him, about needing him as desperately as he needs you. So how can Feyd resist you when you're so willing to take him in? When he had dreamed of this moment for years? When can he finally satisfy his desire for your body?

He trails his kisses lower, gently taking your nipple into his mouth and cupping your other breast, massaging it. You moan, scratching his scalp, throwing your head back against the pillows, and grinding your hips against his.

You're both starting to get annoyed by the underwear that's preventing you from clinging to each other the way you want. Feyd rips your panties off of you, wasting no time in pushing his fingers into you. You whine, thrashing around on the bed, wanting more and yet too sensitive for anything else. You open your eyes and gasp at the sight of his full, erect length rubbing against your thigh. Feyd pinches your nipple, making you moan and shifting your gaze to him.

"Eyes on me, little witch."

"But... ach!" You moan as his fingers speed up inside you, tears forming in your eyes as your hips move in time with the rhythm of his fingers as you chase your orgasm.

"Listen to your Baron. Eyes on me." He pauses to slap your pussy. You moan, biting your lower lip. "And don't hold back any sounds. Or I'll punish you like I should have since you woke up."

It's very hard to keep your eyes open for him. Especially when his fingers massage your clit so perfectly and fill you up. You reach your hand to his hard cock on your thigh and rub it gently.

He growls, kissing you hard and punishingly, as you try to speed things up and make him lunge at you in a frenzy of lust, when he wants to tease your pussy and punish you accordingly first.

For a month he waited by your bedside, bravely holding you through the stages of your screams and high fevers, making sure you were alive, breathing, and your heart was beating in a rhythm he had memorized. He deserves to have some fun with you...

"Feyd... please..." Your moans, the kisses you place on his jaw, and the way your fingers caress the scar on his muscled stomach—the one you gave him yourself—make him lose his restraint, which was already frail and weak. At least that's how he explains his desire to immediately fulfill your wish.

His arms wrap around you tightly as he gently pushes into you, making sure his entire alabaster length will fit inside you. He stops, cursing in his tongue and resting his forehead against yours as he gives you a moment to adjust to his length. Finally. He finally feels you all around him. And you're tighter than he dreamed.

"Damn… you little witch…"

"I know..." You gasp, wrapping your arms around him, and kiss him hungrily, basking in the feeling of fullness as his length perfectly fills the void inside you. It's warm. It's nice to feel him so close to you. It's nice to be with him. You moan as he starts to move slowly, testing how far he can go.

Feyd growls, picking up his pace when you don't protest, his hips bucking wildly against yours, and you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer.

He grips one of your hips and cups your cheek with the other, making sure your eyes are focused on him. He kisses away the tears streaming down your cheek, licking them off your face. He kisses you fervently and hungrily, catching every moan and grunt you make as his hips grind against yours. A wet sound echoes through the room, occasionally interrupted by a moan from either of you as you finally come together in the most primal, animalistic way, demanding each other.

"Mine. Only mine." Feyd growls into your neck; his thrusts are faster and more precise, making you bite your lip to hold back your moans, but he doesn't let you do it for long. He wants to feel and hear all of you. He wants to revel in his victory. That's why he kisses you, biting your buttom lip to the blood. He pulls away and leans his forehead on yours as he listens to the little sounds you make as he fucks the brain out of you. "Can you feel how deep I am? How well am I filling you? You will be a beautiful Baroness. Fuck. My future wife. The mother of my children." He moans in your ear. You don't answer; you take ragged breaths, listening to the squelch of your joined bodies echoing around his chambers.

"You were meant for me. Just like I was for you. I will never let you escape again, I will never again let you out of my sight for more than a second, I will never again let you fight against the world and fate alone. We are the two sides of the same coin... WE. ARE. UNITY." He growls, making one last few hard pushes into you, making you both cum. He captures your lips in a kiss, muffling both of your screams as you fall apart around him, feeling his warm seed flood your womb.

You shake, wrapping your arms around him tightly, trusting him to hold the weight of both of you as you see nothing but white light in your orgasmic haze. You can't feel your legs, but you know you're still clenching them tightly around him. Your mind is empty; you feel amazing, electric bliss.

And for that moment you knew what cosmic love really meant. And you would fight with anyone to be able to experience it whenever you wanted.

"I love you." Feyd whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple and tightening his grip around you.

He slowly pulls out of you and collapses next to you, still holding you in the iron grip of his arms. You lazily snuggle into him and trace the scar you gave him with the fingertip of your finger. Guilt grows within you, and for a moment, you think that he purposely allowed this scar to remind you of what you did.

You decide to talk to him about everything tomorrow. It was just the two of you for now, and you were going to enjoy this as long as you could. You place your head into the crook of his neck and take his hand in yours. You tangle his other hand in your hair and snuggle into him, sighing as you feel his touch, warmth, and scent around you.

You both fall asleep cuddled together. And for a moment, you allow yourself to be in bliss of his touch and closeness, not worrying about any politics or issues that you should discuss instead of... giving in to something you have wanted for a long time.

From now on, you decide your fate.

Only you and Feyd.

That's why you make sure that your first child will be a daughter.

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heedmywarnings · 20 days ago

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"Freminet, please don't talk to strangers..."

A/N: First sagau fic in uhh... a long time. A very long time. I hope the quality of my work improved as I've been focusing on persinal projects thus far. Anyways, here's platonic self-aware Freminet, Lyney, and Lynette (This might be a series)

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Waking up in the waters of Fontaine was NOT fun at all. But you know what was fun? Being saved by Freminet and accidentally becoming somewhat of a parental figure

"Your grace... surely your time can be spent over something—or someone else more important?" Freminet murmured as he twiddled with his thumbs. "What business? Surely I have no task that rivals the importance of.... combing your hair," you said, giggling to yourself as you comb through the boy's hair for the umpteenth time. "Shame your hair's too short for me to braid, I'd love to style it," you huffed, playing with each blonde strand. Freminet was much too easy to tease. A timid boy like him ought to do better with more praise. Seriously, Arlecchino could do much more by complimenting her children once a day!

"Your grace..." Freminet whined but inevitably accepted his fate as he hugged Pers. This didn't last long as a voice called out for the young boy. "Freminet! Freminet?" And another voice followed. "Fremmy?" The boy in question froze up after hearing his name but eased down as he recognized who was calling out for him.

"It's my siblings..." he muttered to you. "Mm, Lyney and Lynette, yes?" You hummed. "What an iconic pair," you remarked with a chuckle, but that made Freminet's shoulder tense for a moment. You made no comment on it, seeing how he might be uncomfortable he is with the situation and given the little amount of time you both had. Maybe next time. "Off you go now, Frem," you waved him goodbye as he dashed off to his siblings.

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"Freminet!" Lyney called out as he spotted his brother approaching. "Goodness, where have you been running off to lately?" He berated, sounding like a less strict version of the Knave while Lynette dusted off Freminet's head, back, and shoulders. "Uhm...?" Both brothers stared at Lynette. "Lynette, what are you doing?" Lyney asked, almost forgetting that he was scolding Freminet. "I'm making sure that there aren't any ghosts following him like last time," she replied curtly.

"That—! That was only one time..." Freminet tried to reason. "But it couldn't be the last time," Lyney crossed his arms. "I'm capable of looking out for myself, too you know..." he said, desperately wanting his mask on—wait did he leave his mask back there?! Lynette sighed. "We know that, but—"

"Freminet?"

All three looked towards the source of the voice. Freminet visibly tensed up, to which both twins notice. "Oh, is this... a bad time?" You awkwardly scratch your head, holding Freminet's diving mask.

Suddenly the twins felt a pull from their soul. A pull towards you. A pull they felt when the creator bestowed their blessings upon them. In usual synchronization, the twins yell out in surprise:

"YOUR GRACE?!"

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A/N 2: Woah they make xmas colors :0

Anyways, this is mostly a Freminet appreciation post. I love him so much, I swear. He's just like me ughh

#genshin impact #sagau #self aware genshin #genshin sagau #freminet #lyney #lynette #genshin lyney #i </3 freminet

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nerdy-novelist017 · 10 months ago

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Ponytails and Promises (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader pt 5)

I'm sorry it's taken such a long time to get this posted ☹️ I've been dealing with a few health problems lately and it's made it hard to be creative. I'm not super proud of this but I hope you enjoy it regardless. As always, I'm so grateful for all of you wonderful readers! 🫶

Benny x Bunny Masterlist

Word Count- 3.1k+

Summary- Time spent apart has both Benny and yourself wondering what the other is thinking.

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For the tenth time in a row, you rehearsed what you were going to say as you peddled your bicycle down the street, the morning sun shining through the trees above. You’d been up all night, a ball of nerves working its way through your tummy in preparation of today’s meeting. The diner was busy when you approached, cars and even a few motorcycles parked out front. You hopped off your bike, swallowing thickly as you propped it in the bicycle rack. You tried to spot his motorcycle but quickly scolded yourself for even remembering the particular design of his. Thankfully, you didn’t see it in the lineup. You smoothed out your ponytail and checked your romper for any signs of creasing that he might not like. Satisfied with your appearance, you pushed the front door open and scanned the inside.

He sat at a booth on the far side and you swallowed your nerves and did a quick assessment of him as you neared. He didn’t look to be physically injured and you breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up when you stood before him and flashed you a quick, fleeting smile. As he said your name and it almost sounded unfamiliar to you.

“Hi, Pete,” you smiled as you waited for him to stand to greet you.

He nodded, motioning for you to sit and you tried not to appear dispirited as you slid into the opposite booth. There was a Coca-Cola bottle in front of him and you noticed that he’d ordered you water. You had to remind yourself that he didn’t know you very well yet and that he probably didn’t recall you preferred coke too.

“You look very nice,” you said, attempting to cut through the awkwardness between you.

He nodded again, murmuring a thanks.

Okay, better to get straight to your rehearsed lines, you supposed. “Thank you for meetin’ with me. A–and I owe you an apology. Pete, I had no idea he was going to do that.”

“Who was he?” Pete asked directly, cutting your speech short.

You put your hands out of the table in front of you, playing with the straw wrapper as you spoke, “He’s just some guy, a biker–”

“Yeah, I got that. I mean how do you know him?”

“He . . . was somebody I met when I was out with Kathy. Met him at a picnic,” you explained carefully as your gaze searched Pete’s eyes behind his glasses. “Remember, the one I told you about?”

“She’s becoming a bit of a wild thing, huh?” he asked and you could sense that it wasn’t really a question. There was a blatant statement hanging in his tight voice.

“She’s always been like that, I think,” you replied, trying to smother the defensive tone in your voice. “And I was only there for a short time, but I guess he took a liking to me.”

Pete hummed, glanced out the window for a moment so you continued, “Anyway, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for what he did. You’re a really good person and you don’t deserve that.” You considered reaching across the table to touch his hand, but he leaned back in his seat before you could. “And. . . I was excited about our date.”

“Do your parents know about where you went? About him?” He seemed not to hear your last statement.

“No,” you admitted, brow furrowing. In fact, you haven’t told anyone about your date with Benny. Not even Kathy. You just came straight home and went up to bed where you laid awake for hours, mind reeling through every conversation the two of you shared, every word he spoke.

“They’d never approve of that,” he pointed out as he looked back at you.

“Well, they’re never going to find out because I don’t plan on seeing him again,” you stated, looking down at the condensation building on the outside of your untouched water glass.

“Good.” The corner of his mouth quirked up. “You don’t belong with a group like that, anyway.”

It was strange hearing that from Pete. It was the same affirmation you had told yourself over and over again last night, but hearing him tell you that, as if you didn’t have a choice in the matter, left a bad taste in your mouth. All you could say was, “Yeah. . .”

You wanted to ask exactly what Benny had said to him, but before you could, Pete leaned forward, seeming to be in better spirits and said, “Dolls like you belong on a shelf where they can be admired and not broken.”

His words, at face value, were sweet, kind, but you couldn’t shake an uneasy feeling that toyed in the back of your mind. Pete was the safe choice, you had to remind yourself. Pete was everything you had wanted for your future-husband, for your life. He wanted you to be exactly who you were raised to be. You could be a quiet doll whose whole existence was to sit on a shelf and look pretty.

You nodded, leaning forward to take a sip of your water as an excuse to not speak.

“I’m glad we worked through this,” he said as he waved down the waitress to order.

“Me too,” you said quietly as he ordered for you. And you meant it, you did. But something felt different with him now. There was a shift that seemed to occur and you weren’t sure what it was or if it would ever resolve. Pete didn’t seem to notice as he prattled on about his upcoming golf tournament, falling into a one-sided conversation that he was comfortable with.

As you absentmindedly picked at your plate of breakfast, you wondered —just briefly— if Benny was eating breakfast right now and if he was, what was on his plate?

When there was a lapse in silence, you looked up at Pete, suddenly asking, “Are you still planning on coming to the charity picnic with me today?”

His brows pinched together. “What charity picnic?”

“The one I told you about last week? It’s for the children of Chicago fund. Our church is hosting the cookout, remember?” You asked, specifically recalling having this conversation with him on your first date. But you gave him the benefit of the doubt; maybe he had been trying to process a lot of new information about you and this slipped his mind.

“Oh, right.” He adjusted the glasses on his nose. “I’ll have to check my schedule, make sure I don’t have anything else going on today.”

“Okay,” you nodded. He confirmed that he could go with you a week ago already. You slid out from the booth, grabbing your purse. “Well, I’ll maybe see you there then?”

He followed you, standing to his feet also. “Yeah.”

You made your way outside and he touched your arm before you could reach your bike. You were afraid that maybe he wanted to kiss you as he leaned forward but he only put his arms around you in a friendly hug instead.

“Bye, (Y/N),” he said as he broke free, turning and going back to his car.

“Goodbye, Pete.”

******

Benny lifted the glass to his lips, downing the rest of his drink. The scent of cigarette smoke and motor oil hung heavy in Cal’s garage where he, Johnny, Wahoo and Corky sat around as Cal worked on Corky’s bike. Benny’s eyes burned as he rubbed his face tiredly. He hadn’t slept well last night – worse than the few hours a night he usually got. His mind was too busy, filled with thoughts of you. Of the way your hair cascaded over your shoulder, of the way your dimples show when you smiled brightly. Of the way you looked so damn beautiful even when you were angry. And you were angry at him of all people which admittedly, he still didn't quite understand why. You were upset that he overstepped, sure. He got that. But when it came to a man like Pete? Benny could take one look at that man and see the strained facade he wore like a mask. Benny’s always been good at reading people, at seeing past the guise. And Pete was no good.

“What do you think, Benny?” someone had asked, drawing him back to reality.

“‘Bout what?” he asked, looking up at the faces around the garage.

“About the radiator hose,” Cal informed as he motioned to the stripped down bike and Benny honestly didn’t hear what was even wrong with it in the first place.

“Probably no good,” he replied with a shrug as he dug out his pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket.

As if Johnny sensed Benny’s more than usual reserve, he asked. “Hey, how’d the date go with Bunny last night?”

Benny glanced up at him. “Went good except I think she’s pissed at me.”

Cal laughed. “How could you consider that good then?”

Benny shot him a narrowed look. “We had a misunderstanding.”

“Are ya sure she’s mad?” Wahoo spoke up from the other side of the motorcycle. “When my old lady is horny, she just acts like she’s mad so I spank her and that really gets her going.”

Benny sighed. “No, she’s mad.”

“Why? What’d you do?” Johnny inquired.

Benny wanted to argue in his own defense but shrugged. “She’s upset that I had to run off her date.”

“She had a date?”

“Mh-hm, church-going fellow.” Benny lit his cigarette, taking a long drag of it before continuing, “Caught him before she knew he was there.”

“Did ya kill him or somethin’?” Corky’s eyes widened.

“Nah, just had a talk with him,” Benny clarified as he stood from his lawn chair, moving to look out the bay door. “He was late to their date anyway and . . . I just wanted to have a talk with him, see what kind of man he was. And I didn’t like what I saw.” He was one of those men who pretended to be something he’s not, who perfected the craft of lying to people – especially women. And Benny didn’t have any respect for liars.

“Okay, what’d you say to him then?” Johnny wondered.

“Just said ‘Are you willin’ to die for her?’ and he said yeah and then I asked if he was willin’ to kill for her because I was.” Benny recalled the twinge of fear in those eyes as he took a long drag of his cig. “And I think he got the message pretty loud and clear after that.”

Johnny and Cal shared a pointed look as a weighted silence followed Benny’s statement.

“Jesus, kid,” Wahoo murmured. “This girl’s really got you whipped.”

Benny really didn’t want to have this conversation with an audience. He came here in search of Johnny to seek out his advice, but now that he’d confessed to the group, he felt somewhat . . . smaller. He’d never been one to struggle with his confidence, to care what others thought of him. But the idea that you were upset with him, that maybe you didn’t want him anymore, that maybe he’d ruined his luck with you before he’d even had a taste, well, that just struck Benny deep in his chest. It made his fist clench tightly at his side, made his heart beat a little faster.

Suddenly, Johnny was beside him, hand clapping his shoulder in a friendly manner. “Well, if that’s what made ‘em run away, then it sounds like he was no good anyway.”

Benny remained silent, picturing the sight of you walking away from him last night, choosing to walk home in the dark rather than let him drive you back.

“So, she’s mad at you for that?”

Benny nodded.

Johnny shrugged. “Let me tell ya a little somethin’ about women; they may be the same species as us but they ain’t the same creature. They don’t think like you and I. When we see somethin’ that needs said or done, we just do it. But they’re more . . . compassionate, empathetic. She probably feels bad for that poor asshole. Probably just wants ya to apologize to him.”

Benny wanted to roll his eyes. He knew all of this. He wasn’t an idiot. “Well, I told her I wasn’t apologizing for it.”

Groaning sounded behind him and Benny clenched his jaw defensively. “I’m not. I can’t apologize for somethin’ I don’t feel sorry for. I don’t regret runnin’ him off and I'd do it again if I have to.” Though if he needed to do it again, he’d probably not openly tell you again.

“Then you’re goin’ to have to find another way to get back into her good graces, kid.” Johnny shook his head and Benny thought he saw a hint of a smile in his face as he turned away. "You'll think of somethin'."

******

You’d changed your clothes three times before you gave up and just decided to wear the same thing you’d worn to your breakfast date with Pete. Could it be classified as a date? You weren’t even sure where you stood with him now. He seemed to fall back into his usual demeanor, but that was always so closed-off anyway. But so was your father, you supposed. You could see that in the way he’d sit at the head of the table, face hidden behind his newspaper. It was obvious in the way your mother repeated herself over and over again in an attempt to be heard. It was apparent when he was absent during all your years of school accomplishments. That was the normal. It seemed unfair to expect Pete to be any different.

So you went downstairs, packed up your cake (one you had made special for the charity) in the cooler and hopped on your bicycle. The ride to the church wasn’t far but it gave you more time to consider Pete as you waved to neighbors you passed. Though you actively tried to avoid it, you mind drifted to thoughts of Benny. Was he the type of person to wave to neighbors? What kind of neighborhood did he even live in?

By the time you showed up to the church, the event was in full swing. You parked your bike in the rack and carried your cooler through the tents and booths set up, smiling at friends as you went. You found the pastor's wife who directed you to the bake sale booth where there were a couple other girls already setting up.

“What’ve you got there?” one of the older women asked as you approached, setting your cooler down on the table.

“A cake.” you grinned as you pulled out the cake, setting it on the display. You had gotten up extra early today to get started on the desert, knowing the congregation was counting on you to supply the design. The inspiration for the design – admittedly taken from a certain biker who you would not be thinking about anymore – was a a field of brightly colored flowers surrounding the base with a family of tiny bunnies to decorate the top. You were pretty proud of it and to hear the ooo’s and ahh’s of the ladies surrounding you boosted your confidence. They set out a donation jar in front of your display and people began to filter by your booth to admire the goods and to grab a free brownie made by one of the other girls at the table. As the event went on and the sun shifted overhead, you thanked the donors and smiled for pictures, all the while your eyes scanned the crowd, hoping to find Pete close by.

When there was a pause in the flow of foot traffic, you took the time to crouch below the table to replenish the paper plates when a deep, familiar voice broke through your concentration.

“Got anymore of your famous cookies?”

You looked up, gaze locking with the ocean blue eyes of none other than Benny Cross.

You gasped and stood up so quickly you nearly knocked your head on the corner of the table. He was staring unabashedly at you, even being so bold as to roam his eyes down your figure and you suddenly wished you had changed into something a little more formal. Ironic, you thought, considering Benny was anything but formal.

His gaze moved from you down to the cake on the table and his brows raised. “You make this, Little Bunny?”

You swallowed, ignoring the rush of butterflies at the nickname. “Mh-hm.”

He bent down to inspect it closer, hands pressing to his knees and you can’t look away. You couldn’t look away from the cerulean gaze beneath a wall of lashes. You couldn’t look away from the slope of his nose nor the quirk of his mouth as he hummed a sound that came deep in his throat. And no, you couldn’t look away as your gaze traveled down his signature denim jacket to the exposed tanned skin of his arms, the muscle tone enough to make your eyes widen. You certainly didn’t want to look away from his hands over his knee as a flash of heat filled your core at the thought of his hands encasing your own knee.

Benny’s eyes flashed back up to meet yours. “You’re incredible.”

You nearly melted at his words, face heating up and you had to break his intense eye contact.

He stood back to his full height. “If it tastes half as good as it looks, I think I might be in trouble.”

There he goes again with those damn double innuendos. You started to smile but then you remembered you were still mad at him, that you weren’t supposed to be happy to see him or to hear his flirty voice. “You already are in trouble, remember?”

“Oh, right.” Benny grinned sheepishly. “I still gotta do somethin’ about that, don’t I?”

You raised your brow at him as you crossed your arms trying to look more confident than you felt. “You don’t have to do anything, Benny. It’s a free country.”

He narrowed his eyes playfully. “But it’s what you want me to do, right? Apologize to ‘em?”

“No, he . . . wouldn’t like that,” you admitted, “I don’t think that’d be a very good idea to involve him anymore.”

Without missing a beat, he said, “Then I guess I’ll just have to win you over again.”

“Who said you won me over a first time?” You challenged, standing up a little straighter.

Benny just grinned, a shit-eating grin that you weren’t sure if you wanted to smack or kiss off his face. You watched as he retrieved his wallet from his back pocket. He slipped out a five dollar bill between two of his dexterous fingers and dropped it into your donations jar.

“See ya around, kid,” he said with a wink before turning and leaving you standing there wide-eyed and fighting a smile.

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youngtacoes · 1 year ago

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Strangers, no more

Cooper Howard aka The Ghoul x f!reader

Author's note: this is a long one !! i've had this scenario in my head for a long ass time and i just had to get it out on paper. cooper isn't as cruel in this one, sorry if that's not your thing, but he can be soft sometimes too! fyi: reader is 18+ and everything is consensual! If you're only here for the smut you can skip toward the end.

Word count: 6,8k

Summary: Cooper is a bounty hunter struggling for caps and you need to be transported safely across the wasteland in "good condition", luckily it pays well. What could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: 18+ Mentions of r*pe, impregnation & torture, religious cult, angst, virgin!reader, losing virginity, graphic smut

It was getting bad, really damn bad. Days of good-for-nothing bounty jobs, vial after vial, cough attack after cough attack. He needed the caps desperately if he was to keep himself from turning feral anytime soon. He’d been taking small jobs here and there, just enough to keep himself at bay for a few days, but he knew he couldn’t keep going at this rate for much longer. He needed a bigger job, a bigger cash prize, a bigger bounty, but every time he stopped by the wall of people with prizes attached to them, he found himself disappointed in how low the numbers were. That is until he notices a fresh face staring back at him, hidden behind newer posters, large letters displayed across. "BIG JOB", and this one has an even larger number attached.

He steps forward, pushing the other posts away and rips the new face off the wall to study the number closer. Yup, he read it right.

Five thousand caps.

"Well, I’ll be damned," he muttered.

A young girl, maybe in her 20s. She looks well put together, innocent, and has a sincere smile on her face. For the first time in a very, very long time, he found himself wondering what her story was and why she was worth so damn much, but he didn’t like to dwell on it for too long. A job is a job, and this was going to be worth every damn cap.

On the poster, it states that she was to get picked up at the coordinates provided and to keep her in "good condition". Well, shit, that might just be the hardest part. The ghoul had never been one to take care of his captives, and most often he preferred if the poster stated "good dead or alive". This was definitely going to be different, and if it wasn’t for the "good condition" detail, he’d almost think it was too good to be true. Perhaps even think it was a trap.

It’s midnight, and you’re seated by your desk with a pen in hand, drawing carefully and concentrated on making art on this dirty sheet of old newspaper, but it was good enough for you. You drew flowers and insects from an old pre-war book about nature and their hidden treasures. You were always fascinated by the pre-war times, and though you will never know what it was truly like, you liked to imagine who you would’ve been back in those times.

It’s your way of forgetting about the current state of your life and the predicament you found yourself in. You were born in the wasteland, to a mother who did her best to protect you, but in the end, she had been brutally murdered by a group of raiders who attacked your farm, and you were taken captive by them at the age of 9. You spent a few horrid days with them before your current group found you and bought your freedom from them.

To be fair, you’ve been treated quite well by this group, and you thought you had a family in them at one point. That was until a few months ago when they decided you needed to be isolated from the rest for reasons you still didn’t quite understand. The leader of the group, Margot, had carefully selected you for a special assignment, and made sure to tell you the isolation was for your own good. Apparently you needed special treatment before a long journey to a sacred place called Halfway that was waiting for your arrival.

Your fellow peers would come and visit you to show their excitement, though you didn’t quite understand it, it must be something good with all the positive buzz that’s surrounding you. So your head got filled with all sorts of scenarios and dreams of where you were going and what luxuries you were to experience on this assignment. Though you had your doubts that it was all just a coverup for something else, you didn’t have any reason not to trust your group. They had been nothing but kind to you as long as you’d been there.

You’re startled out of your thoughts by heavy knocks on your locked door and a command shouted from behind.

"Lights out!"

You sigh at the command. "Yes madam!"

You don't bother packing up your drawing supplies, you'll be continuing with it tomorrow anyway, and the day after, probably. You find your bed and blow out the nearby candles.

Every night you can't help but wonder when your assignment and journey would begin. You had all sorts of feelings and questions about it, but every time you tried talking to Margot, she would give you answers that didn’t really answer anything at all, so you gave up on trying to figure it out a long time ago.

The next morning you’re awaken rudely by the guards coming into your room and practically dragging you out of bed in your dazed state.

"Wha- HEY-" you try to muster what’s going on, but before even getting a word out, you’re on your feet and Margot stands before you with her hands on her back.

"Morning lucky one. It’s time, the day we have waited long for is finally here," She's so serious in her delivery, it almost frightens you.

It’s happening.

"We’ve hired someone to transport you safely across the wasteland for your assigment, they’re here and won’t be kept waiting. Get ready in 5 and say your goodbyes, quickly."

Suddenly it feels like it’s all happening too fast, and a slight panic rise inside you. Margot must've notices your panicked stare, cause her features soften, and she steps closer to you.

"You’ve come so far, and I’m so proud of you,» She smiles at you with encouragement, "This is your moment, and I know you will succeed and make us all proud."

Her words give you enough to calm down before the panic escalated. And you give her a nod that you indeed got this. You can do this. You’ve done hard things before, this shouldn’t be any different.

"Yes madam," you say smiling back at her. She flashes you one last smile and a wink before turning and walking back out.

Outside you find everyone from your group waiting in the corridors. They smile at you, some coming to greet you, give you kisses on the cheek as you’re led out of the main building by the guards. It’s all a bit much, but this must be pretty big deal. Margot waits for you by the gate to your commune, but she's not alone. A dark figure stands just outside, looking impatient.

You’re filled with scepticism as you walk up them, but you have to put your trust in her. She notices you and takes a hold of your hands with a smile.

"You will do great," And the wave of panic that had a hold of you before, washes off of you completely. You nod confidently now, and you start believing that this is actually gonna be totally fine.

You feel the dark figure moving closer to you, his hat covering his face just enough to keep him anonymous for the time being. He still looks terrifying, but you have to trust this man is here only to protect you on your journey to Halfway, and that he will do his best to do so.

Margot shoots the man one last look, "Good condition," the man still doesn’t show his face, but he nods.

"Yes ma’am. Let’s go princess," You realize he’s talking to you, and you’re startled by the nickname at first, but you decide not to fuzz, at least not yet. He’s already started walking away, so you find yourself running up behind him, waving back to your leader for the last time, only she doesn’t wave back, she doesn’t even flash a smile. She stares back at you with a stern look as the gates to the commune come to a close.

It doesn’t give you the best feeling, but perhaps she was feelings sad you were leaving and didn’t want to show any emotions. Either way, you try to push the sight out of your mind, doing your best to follow the stranger. He doesn’t say a word for a long time, and you find that maybe it’s best we keep to ourselves for the time being, but as an hour or so go by, you find yourself a little curious.

You clear your throat, "Excuse me, sir?"

He doesn’t reply, but shoots a quick look over his shoulder to indicate that he’s listening.

"How long do you think we’ll be walking for?"

Given that Margot had given you absolutely no information about this journey, you figured it was worth a shot to ask your new strange companion.

"Couple’a days, if we don’t get sidetracked," His voice ragged, western, serious.

"Oh," not really sure if you dared asking for further details. You’d prefer to keep it peaceful for as long as possible, but you find the courage to ask anyway.

"Sidetracked by what?"

You hear him sigh, "Unnecessary bullshit."

‘Whatever that means’ you think to yourself. He doesn’t seem like the talkative type, but after months of isolation you find yourself rather desperate for someone to talk to, and if you are to spend days with this man, you figure it’s worth a shot trying to get to know him for whatever time you have to spend together.

"I see.. I’ll be on the lookout for that I suppose."

You can barely believe your ears when you hear a chuckle coming from the stranger in front of you.

After that positive feedback, you find yourself braver.

"I didn’t catch your name?"

His posture changes after the question left your mouth.

"I didn’t give to ya,"

"Well, I’m Y/N, but everyone calls me Lucky. It’s a bit of a recent nickname though. You see, I just spend 6 months in completely isolation-"

You get cut off abruptly when you find yourself crashing into the strangers back, realizing he's come to an complete halt. He turns around, his figure towering slightly over you. His hat is no longer doing it’s job to cover his face, and utter horror washes over you as it's fully visable in the golden hour light.

"Listen sweetheart, I’m here to do this goddamn job. I don’t wanna hear your whole life story, and you sure as hell won’t be hearing mine. How about we keep our histories to ourselves and try to get this over with as quickly as fucking possible. That sound good to you?"

Your eyes aren’t able to leave his face. His sunken eyes, skin looking like it's been melted by the sun, an obvious nose missing. A ghoul, a ghoul is transporting you. You’ve not met a ghoul before, and those you’ve heard stories of have been grotesque. Fair enough they had been feral, but who’s to say this one won’t turn?

You get the gist of what he’s saying, and simply nod in agreement, not wanting to make this trip any more uncomfortable than it already is.

His eyes bore into your own, and he’s a lot closer than you’d prefer. For a second you think his eyes dart down to your lips before he turns around to keep walking, but that would be crazy, and very disturbing.

Nightfall comes fast, and you’re finding yourself worried for where you’ll be sleeping for the night. You really don’t wanna ask the ghoul, but your steps are getting shorter and slower, and you think the Ghoul have noticed cause he starts walking off track and leads you to a broken down abandoned house off the road.

"Stay here," he says before entering the house, gun up, ready to shoot. You do as he says and wait patiently for him to clear the coast. It doesn’t take long before you hear squealing and two shots being fired. You’re not sure whether to go in or run, but it doesn't matter anyway cause you freeze up completely in these situations. All you can do is hope that the ghoul knows what he's doing.

He comes back to the door a few minutes later, gesturing for you to come in, you’re hesitant, but you do. It's not like you have much of a choice anyway, "What was the shooting about?"

In his left hand he holds a dead radroach, and you find yourself wondering why he’s holding it. That's so fucking gross.

"You should be grateful. I got us some lunch the road," he says, flashing you a smirk. It's almost like he knew you’d be repulsed by it.

"Uhm, y’know what? I think I’m good, for the time being." You try to be nice, but you feel like you might not have a say in the matter. This might be the only food you get for a while.

"Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll make a fire and we’ll put it on the grill."

You want to roll your eyes and complain, but you force yourself to give him a smile and if anything, show some appreciation. He did in fact just catch you a meal.

You’re able to swallow some of the grilled radroach, but after the fresh foods you had grown accustomed to from your commune, you found this hard to stomach.

Nightfall has fallen completely now, and you’ve done your best to make a comfortable sleeping spot by the fire. The ghoul sits nearby keeping watch, and you find yourself very curious of his past and who he is, or who he used to be. Thinking back to his speech earlier about keeping your histories to yourselves reminds you not to ask, but he didn’t say anyting about asking about where you were going.

"What do you know about Halfway?" You watch him closely for any hints he migth give away, "Is it as grand as everyone makes it out to be?" You lay on your side, arm resting under your head.

He doesn’t look at you, eyes fixated on the fire. "How about you get some rest, alright?" he avoids your question. How annoying.

You turn to lay on your back with a puff of annoyance. «Nobody wants to tell me anything,"

"Maybe there's a reason for that."

You turn to look at him, his eyes still not meeting yours. "What is that supposed to mean?" By the sound of it, nothing good.

"Look it's not my job to inform you of shit, and if your leader wanted you to know, trust me darling, she would've told ya."

His eyes flicker up to look directly at yours this time, and it catches you off guard. Not knowing what else to say, you decide to turn to your side, away from him. This whole thing is giving you a really bad feeling.

You’re back on track the next day. Your legs sore from the day before. Having been in isolation for 6 months will do that to you, you guessed, but you'll manage.

The ghoul hasn't said a word yet today, and though you didn't exactly get the answers you were looking for last night, you refused to give up completely.

"What did Margot mean when she said good condition?"

He doesn’t answer, of course he doesn’t. You sigh,

"Look, I don’t mean to be annoying. Truly, I’d just like to know what is waiting for me. That’s all, and I really don't see the harm in that." Still nothing.

"Hey! It’s not kind to ignore someone when they're talking to y-" The ghoul quickly turns, a rope firm in his hands. Where did that come from? He grabs your hands, tying them together before you’re able to protest.

"Hey- what’re you doing!?" You look at him in disbelief, anger and panic all in one.

"Trust me, it’s for your own good," You laugh at that, yeah right. Before you’re able to mock him, he takes out a piece of cloth and wraps it around your head, specially over your mouth, and it's keeping you from saying what's on your mind. For a second you’re actually fearing for your life.

"Listen, gorgeous. We’re about to pass through some dangerous territory, and the people in these parts would do a lot to get their hands on a pretty litte thing like yourself. You follow my lead and keep your mouth shut, can you do that for me?"

You look for any lies in his eyes, but you genuinely believe him. It’s not like you can argue against him anyway, but you put your trust in him and give a nod in response.

You walk for a short while longer before you actually start seeing other people on your path. They seem rough around the edges. Hostile, but not aggressive, yet anyway. You walk past a few who seem to be intrigued, but not interested enough to take their chance at battle with the ghoul. That is until a few of them start gathering in front of you. Four men stand before your path, making it impossible to keep walking without confrontation.

"Gentlemen, how do you do?" The ghoul seems to do his best to keep it friendly, not wanting to create an unnecessary conflict with precious cargo at risk.

"What’ve you got for us ghoul?" As you observe, you can tell some of them are clearly on heavy combat inhancing chems, might be a harder fight if it comes down to it.

"Delivery, to Halfway. Can’t lose this one I’m afraid." He says it so confidently, completely standing his ground, but still keeping it non threatening. The men seem intrigued, and even exchange laughs between themselves. You wonder what they find so funny.

"That religious sacrifice place? What a lucky girl,"

"Seems like she’s up for a hell of a good time,"

"Fellas, if you don’t mind, we’re on a bit of a tight schedule," The ghoul tries to interrupt their 'friendly' chatter, but to no avail.

"They only take virgins up there don’t they? That’s like their whole point?" One of the guys ask the other three.

"Yeah, it’s some crazy religious cult. They torture them and impragnate them for like 10 years or something, or at least that’s what I’ve heard."

You freeze at their words. That can’t be it. That’s not what’s been told to you. They’re joking, making it up to scare you. It’s not true.

"Crazy rich though, you must be getting a lot of caps for this huh?" Suddenly their tone is not so friendly anymore, but the ghoul doesn’t budge. He keeps his hand on his holstered gun, the other holding the rope that binds your hands.

"Lucky for you, we’re not looking to take her off your hands. This time anyway," They laugh once more, patting the ghoul on his shoulder before walking off, letting you pass. He pulls on the rope to shake you out of your frozen state, and you jolst forward, trying to keep up with him. But you're disassociating, not paying a single mind to anything around you. You're too much in your head about what was just said, and you'd like to say you didn't believe a single word, but for some reason you do.

You keep walking in silence, time becomes irrelevant when you're all up in your head. You don’t notice the radstorm closing in, nor the rain that has already started pouring. If anything is in your favor, it's that you pass by a town with an abandoned pre-war hotel that offer a room for 100 caps a night. For whatever reason, the ghoul decides to do that for you. You don’t ask questions, you don't care to.

Soaked, shivering and your legs just barely keeping you up anymore, the ghoul places you down on the couch in the room given to you. You let him guide you, and for once, you're glad he doesn't have much to say. He lowers himself down in front of you and starts taking off the disgusting saliva soaked cloth from your mouth.

You wipe your mouth your hand, "Thank you."

He keeps his mouth shut and starts working on untying the rope from your hands. You watch him crouched before you, he's being gentle when removing the knots. A horrifying reminder of what you won't be experiencing at Halfway, if the men from earlier was telling the truth that is. This thought is what breaks you, and the tears start trickling down your tired face. There's no point holding it back anymore.

He's looking at you, so clearly trying to hide the concern on his face as he stands up and walks to the door.

"I’ll head down to the square to look for some food,"

Whatever.

Your silence is making him uncomfortable, so he leaves. You stay seated, replaying the words spoken between the men from earlier, over and over in your head.

Everyone you knew had made Halfway seem like such an amazing place. That you were lucky to be going, you were chosen. The thought makes you want to throw up.

You don’t register that the ghoul is back, fresh mutfruits placed in front of you on the coffee table, and though you are starving, you can’t bring yourself to even eat one.

"Eat," he says sternly. You just shake your head.

"M’not hungry," you sniffle, drying your tears with the palm of your hand.

"It’s not nice to lie, sweetheart. You haven’t had anything to eat since the damn radroach. Eat," He's trying to act concerned, but you don't believe it for a second. You scoff and look up to meet his eyes, and he’s looking right back at you, an annoyed expression on his face. You can’t believe this guy.

"Why do you care if I eat or not? Let me be," You're so tired, and all you want is to sleep. Gradually rising from the couch, you head towards the bed.

"Please," his plead makes you stop in your tracks.

"Please eat, you're really gonna need the strength," he seems desperate, almost.

You turn around to see him standing motionless by the coffee table, clearly attempting to compose himself.

"No," you're stern in your reply.

He's growing increasingly annoyed, angry even, because he knows he can't force you or harm you in any way.

"Whatever good condition means, I’m sure they'll be pleased as long as I’m alive, right?" Your voice gradually getting louder. "Being that their plan is to torture me for 10 years and all, they must have lots of stimpacks around to keep me alive enough to birth their whole next generation of psychos, don't you think?" Tears start falling.

"Don’t make me beg again," His eyes are shut, as if he's trying to block out your words, as if they affect him somehow. what a fucking joke.

"You’re so afraid you won’t get your paycheck. Well fuck you, and fuck the caps they’re paying you for this," you say it with so much pain and hatred, and you’re sure you’ll regret it later but you don’t have an inch of fuck to give at the moment.

Suddenly you see his angry features fall, and he catches himself in a cough. It's grotesque, and it seems to be getting worse with each one. He looks at you with disrepair, and you can tell he's struggling to catch his breath. You don't know what to do, but you're getting scared for him now. It looks horrifying, but before you're able to come to his aid, he scurries out the room.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. What just happened? A part of you wanted to run after him to make sure he was okay, but at the same time you wouldn't mind too much if he left and never came back. Shaking, you decide to tuck yourself into the left side of the bed. Trying not to think about how dirty it is, you curl yourself into a ball and cry out every last drop.

You’re never able to fall asleep, the tears just keep coming. You thought about running away, but knowing that the ghoul was getting paid a lot for this job, he would likely find you again in no time. What would be the point?

Your sobs are suddenly interrupted by the door opening, and you quiet yourself down to listen closely to every sound. The sound of the ghouls boots scraping the floor as he makes his way to the couch, his coat and gear getting thrown down on it. You decide to pretend that you’re already asleep as you hear him make his way to the bed. Feeling it dip slightly as he lay down in it.

But your cover is blown when you sniffle from the snot in your nose. You damn yourself as a sigh from the stranger fills the room, and you start feeling embarrassed about the way you treated him earlier. It’s not him you should be angry at, if anything it’s Margot and your group. The ghoul is just doing his job, to collect a price which he must need desperately, you can’t really blame him. He owes you nothing.

"Cooper," his raspy voice turned soft for a second.

"What?"

"My name is Cooper, some call me Coop. Whichever rolls of your tongue the best."

You feel awful now, "I’m sorry," Wiping away the tears and the snot to the best of your ability.

"For what sweetheart?" He sounds like he already knows what you’re apologising for, but decides to ask anyway for his own amusement.

"For cursing you out, it’s not your fault, and I shouldn’t blame you," You say, already feeling better for apologizing.

You both stay silent for a while, only sniffles from your nose filling the room. It’s embarrassing, you feel like such a child.

"C’mere darling," He says it in such a soft way. You can barely believe your ears. Looking over your shoulders you see him looking at you, only the dim light of a burning candle nearby to light your surroundings. He’s on his back, gesturing with his hand for you to lay in the crook of his arm. You contemplate it for a second, but it doesn’t take much convincing if you’re being honest. You’d take any form of comfort to make you forget this whole thing, even for just a night.

You turn around, inching closer under the sheets, finding a comfortble spot in the crook of his neck, your head resting on his arm. You’ve never been this close to someone except your mom when you were younger. It’s scary in a way, being this vulnerable and intimate with someone you barely know.

Your breaths are shallow, thoughts racing through your mind and it’s making your heart is beat so fast. You can’t tell what he’s thinking, his body doesn’t give anything away.

You lay like this for a while, just a few dry sniffles and breaths heard between you. You recognize the closeness of him.

But you want to get even closer. You want him wrapped around you and have him absorb your whole being. It may come from having learned that you have extreme trauma waiting for you, and you can’t help but want to experience something good and genuine before that.

Your breaths become heavier, deeper, and you feel yourself wanting something; wanting him. This could go terribly wrong, but what exactly do you have to lose? Fuck it. You push away the what if's and inch your face closer to Cooper’s neck, your hands find themselves carefully making their way to his chest. He doesn’t react, and from what you can tell, he doesn't seem to mind.

You see his breathing stop, and you’re feeling brave. So you test the waters, gently sliding your hand up to his chest, letting them glide across his shirt. While your lips carefully grace the rough skin on his neck. You hear him puff out the air he’s been holding in while curiously letting letting you wander, but he doesn’t seem to resist.

When he doesn’t stop you, it’s easy to find the courage to keep going. Your hand wanders further down his chest, stomach, but he catches your hand right before it reaches the hem of his pants.

"What do you think you’re doin'?" He doesn't sound disappointed, more so curious. You feel a bit embarrassed, but you stand your ground, like you've already stated, you’ve got nothing to lose.

"Please Coop," just a whisper in his ear, "Please show me what it’s meant to feel like", a plea, practically begging.

He can’t help but let out a low growl, obviously turned on by the thought. "I’m meant to deliver you as a virgin, sweetheart."

You want to cry again, a sob brewing deep in your throat. "Please, they won’t know- They won’t find out," Your lips find his neck again, leaving trails of kisses up to his jawline, tongue swirling along the rough surface. You never thought you would find yourself in this position 2 days ago, but here you were, begging for a bounty hunter, a ghoul, to take your virginity.

Lucky for you, he seems to be out of fucks to give and lets go of your hand after only a few seconds of thinking it over. You don’t hesitate to let your free hand go under his shirt to feel his skin. It’s so textured, but you don’t mind. You’ve never touched anyone this way before, there wasn't much to compare it to.

Your hand travel lower until it finds a buldge. Being that this is your first time being intimate with somone, you’re startled by the unfamiliarity of it at first. But it doesn't take you long to realize that you were the reason for his cock hardening, and that turned you on more than anything.

Cooper, who's been laying still for some time now, has clearly been contemplating if he should stop this whole ordeal or not. He wants to touch you so bad, show you how good he can make you feel. Have you shaking with pleasure because of him, but he seems to let you be in control for the time being. You didn't mind, and it gave you some reassurance that this wouldn't be rushed, nor that he would force you to do something you didn't want to.

Your hands are shaking at this point as you try to unbotton his pants, and Cooper can't help but to give you a hand in your already broken state. You’re eager, and waste no time removing your own.

"Get over here darlin'," he says with that gentle voice again, gesturing for you to straddle his hips. His length is exposed now, and you feel yourself getting nervous with anticipation. You find it hard to believe that he's gonna fit inside you, it seems impossible.

Yet, you gain the confidence to sit up and make your way across his lap. You're not sure where to sit specifically, but you want to study him further and therefore straddle his thighs. His cock in view in front of you, laid across his stomach, stiff and drooling. Cooper doesn't say anything, but he watches you carefully, wondering what your next move will be. You don't pay attention to him for now.

You do however find yourself curious, and grab the length in front of you. It's warm, and you circle a thumb across the top where it's drooling a clear liquid. You hear him hum under you, an approval of the gesture you just performed. Butterflies take over your stomach, and you feel throbbing in your lower area. You want his cock so desperately inside you now, just to hear those sounds from him again.

"Sit up for me'," the gruffness of his voice draws your attention to him. You obliged without hesitation, "Scoot closer," and you do, of course you do.

He stretches a hand down between your thigs and you're on your knees straddling his hips. Rough fingers run between your folds and they run smoothly.

"Well fuck me, you really want this huh?" He's teasing you now. You nod frantically.

"Use your words sweetheart," He inserts a finger in your untouched hole. You gulp at the sensation, "Yes- yes I do-".

He hums again, moving the finger inside you, bending and stroking. It feels strange, but not painful. "I know you do honey, but I need to make sure you can handle me first, alright?"

You nod frantically, you knew already that you were prepared to do anything he wanted. "Yes, sir,"

Without warning he adds another finger, and it's starting to sting a little. You try to control your breathing as he starts moving them in and out of you, "I know it hurts baby, but it's only for a lil while. You trust me, don't you?"

You nod again, "Yes- Fuck!" He was getting agressive with it now, but he's hitting a spot you didn't know existed and it's sending you to other dimensions in your mind. Your eyes are rolling back while his fingers work hard between your thighs. It's unlike anything you've felt before.

"There we go.. You're gonna be so good for me aren't you, princess?" His words barely register as you find yourself gripping his arm and holding on for dare life to not lose your balance.

"Mhm- y- yes," and before you knew it, his hand is removed from between your folds and you're left heaving for your breath and trying to focus your vision again.

"I think you know what to do, darlin'," You need him badly now, even more now that you know what pleasures are waiting.

You place yourself over his cock, and Cooper watches in patiently as he puts his hands on your thighs, stroking them gently.

You grab his length and place it under your opening, ready to lower yourself on him. "Slow now," he warns as you as his tip meets your entrance, before letting it slip in just an inch. You both hiss, him with pleasure, you with pain.

"That’s it, doll," He keeps his eyes on you as you wince in pain. Taking deep breaths as your hole adjusts itself to his full size, but you’re feeling impatient and start pushing yourself even further despite the burning sensation. You figure it’s better to get it over with as fast as possible so you can actually start enjoying this.

Cooper hums, "Patience sweetheart," you lock eyes with him, and he genuinely seems to care. He lets you have complete control over this, not pushing any limits, and it makes you feel even more aroused, being in charge; seeing his eyes roll back with edged pleasure, yet doing nothing to force his way in.

You feel comfortable enough to start moving now, and you do your best not to squeal when you feel it burn and sting. Finally your skin touch, your ass gracing his thighs, and though it’s still stinging a bit, you can feel his whole length inside you, and it drives you mad.

"Just like that, princess," You hear his soft grunts below, and it reminds you to start moving. Slowly easing yourself off him, just to lower back down again, trying to find the right pace and angle for it to hit the right spot. It doesn't take long before you feel Cooper bucking his hips just ever so slightly to help you out, and he does. He knew exactly how to thurst his cock to give you the extreme pleasure you were searching for.

"More- please," you moan, your hands find his chest to lean on. Nails digging into his already ragged skin.

"God, you feel so fuckin' good around me, darling," His hips buck into you again, pulling himself almost all the way out before slamming himself back inside you. It's rough, and his hands have found your ass to grab to help move you to his rhythm. You're dazed, eyes barely open from sheer pleasure radiating deep inside you. It's making your breath hitched, and your moans spurt out in cries.

"My- fuckn'- god-" you struggle to draw a proper breath, your vision is blurred and rolled back, barely open.

He’s grunting with pleasure beneath you, seeing you completely lost to the way his cock fills your tight cunt, the next time rougher than last. You both sense that you're getting closer to an edge, and that’s when you realize how lightheaded you are, probably from the lack of food you’ve had today, and Coop notices how your figure slowly droops with exhaustion.

"Woah easy darling-" You feel him sit up under you, and without much effort he sits up and holds you tight to his chest, flipping you over on your back in a swift motion.

You would act surprised, but you’re too lightheaded and close to a climax that you don’t react at all. You feel his head in the crook of your neck, breathing heavy and groaning into your ear as he pushes himself deep and steady inside you. Your moans are soft, almost silent, barely there, not enough energy to show him how good he’s making you feel. But you think he gets it, if anything he can see it in how your eyes roll back, how flushed your cheeks are, and feel how your walls are squeezing tightly around him.

"You gonna be a good girl and finish all over my cock, princess?" You feel a hand reach under your chin, placed firmy on your throat, a tight squeeze is applied as you feel his hot breath on your cheek. Sloppy kisses, and a traveling tongue, licking off all your sweat and tears. Having him so near and in control of your breathing makes you feel unbelievably hot. He could kill you right now, right at your high, and you wouldn't mind at all.

"I think I'm- Coop I'm gonna-," you’re whisper in his ear, and it only fuels him more.

He lifts your leg higher, hooking it over his free arm as he goes even deeper. "Show me how fuckin' good I make you feel, sweetheart,"

And with that you think you’re about to pass out, but instead you’re hit with the intense feeling of something combursting inside you. Your head slams back, and your hands reach up to grab the headboard of the bed, your knuckles turning white from the grip. You're dazed, exhausted, feeling the lingering pleasure from your orgasm still present inside your throbbing cunt. Cooper helps you ride out the orgasm in a slower pace while coming up close to his own.

"There you go doll, it's all right," His hand leaves your throat and he unhooks your leg to find your waist, placing them on each side. He's leaning back on his knees as he pumps himself into you, softly, slowly. Soft groans leaves his lips in heavy and hitched breaths as he gets closer.

Seeing you so beautifully dishevelled and limp beneath him, he starts guiding your exhausted body with his hands, pulling you onto his cock, using it to finish himself off. You allow him, cause you enjoy watching him his chest rise with every breath he takes. His eyes rolling back with pleasure from feeling your walls pulsate with each thrust, and with one last squeeze from you, he reaches his own climax.

His hands are grabbing your waist so tightly you can feel the bruises forming already, but all you can focus on is his heaving chest, and his exposed throat as his head is thrown back. Soft grunts and curses filling the room, and you imagine his eyes closed with painfully pleasurable bliss, all caused by you.

He rides out his own orgasm and tries to settle his breathing before he lifts himself off you. He doesn't look at you, but climbs tiredly out of the bed to readjust his clothing. You’re so sleepy, greasy, smelly, but you don't care. You're high, and happy.

You watch him at the edge of the bed, and you utter a soft 'Thank you', just to let him know you're grateful for risking the success of the job. You were meant to be delivered as a virgin after all.

You hear him chuckle from the foot of the bed, you guessed he’d never gotten a ‘thank you for fucking me’ from anybody before, but you just couldn’t help yourself.

"Close your eyes and get some sleep, alright?" Hell, he doesn’t need to tell you twice.

"I think that’s a good idea," You’re not really sure if the words ever left your mouth, being that you’re practically half asleep already. But you do notice the bed dipping slightly next to you, and how you’re gently being pushed on your side. Followed by something warm pressed up against your back, and gentle kisses being placed along your exposed neck.

What tomorrow brings doesn't matter in this moment.

Part 2?

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