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surielstea · 29 days ago

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Camping Affairs

Kinktober day 4: Size + Hair pulling

Pairing: Lorcan Salvaterre x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Reader and Lorcan have to share a tent and can’t find sleep, they find other ways to exhaust themselves.

A. Note: I’m so sorry this is late, it didn’t post when I scheduled it for some reason 😭😭, anywho, this is made specifically for the lovely @lexluvswriting because I’m simply here to feed her Lorcan obsession 🫶

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"You know, for being Maeve's pride and joys you'd think we'd be given better accommodations," I say as I lay out my bedroll, the tent Her Majesty supplied us with so small it was almost comical.

"We're warriors, not royalty," Lorcan grumbled from the outside of the canvas, giving me some privacy as I stripped from my leathers and into a nightgown.

"Speak for yourself," I scoffed, poking my head out of the flaps to look up at him. "Rowan is a prince," I say matter-of-factly. "Perhaps he could pull some strings and get us all our own tent," I suggest and he looks at me with that sneering expression he always wore.

"We've battled in wars, I think you can manage," He grumbled, motioning with his hand for me to recede back into the tent. I frowned but backed up and sidled onto my bedroll. I tried not to laugh at the sight of the seven-foot demi-fae crouching to stop his head from hitting the ceiling of the tent.

He gave me a glare that I assume was meant to intimidate me but it didn't affect me much when he had to walk on his knees in order to settle on his own bedroll.

All seven of Maeve's blood sworn were called to meet with her in Doranelle, something about the Lost Princess of Terrasan— I wasn't really listening when Rowan was briefing us, all I knew was that I was going to have to pack my life up for the crazed queen I was sworn to, again, and take the week hike away from my comfy home in Varese.

With only three tents, the seven of us were split into pairs. Two per tent, and one on watch outside. Gavriel had posed a system to put the smallest and the largest together, as to avoid uncomfortably in the tents— and I hadn't thought it would be a problem until now. Shoulder to shoulder, with my least favorite of the group.

"Why do you have to be built like a damned giant," I grumble as I shift away from him, the side of me pressing into the wall of the tent. I could've shifted onto my side and separated us a little further— but that would mean I'd have to face him, and at this proximity, I doubt it would be comfortable for either of us.

"Would you rather join Rowan and Fenrys?" Lorcan grumbles, sounding like he was talking in my ear he was so close. I smirk at the idea.

"Can't say I'd be displeased in the middle of that," I purr.

Lorcan sighs, muttering a string of curses, too low to make out. "You're insufferable." He decided on voicing.

"And yet, here we are, stuck with each other," I teased, glancing at him from the corner of my eye. "Don't pretend you don't love it."

He snorts. "I could think of better ways to spend my time."

"Oh?" I hum, turning toward him a little more, my cheek propped on my hand. "What would Lorcan Salvaterre rather be doing right now, instead of sharing a tent with yours truly?"

He shoots me a look, dark and brooding, but his lips twitch. "Not listening to you, for starters."

I roll my eyes. "If you weren't so quiet all the time, maybe I wouldn't have to fill the silence."

"There's silence because I'm trying to sleep," he retorts, though his tone is lighter, almost playful—at least, as playful as Lorcan ever gets.

I scoff, grinning. "Please, you never sleep. You just brood all night like some menacing statue."

"You should be grateful," he says, adjusting his position, his shoulder now brushing against mine. "At least I keep the monsters away."

"Monsters?" I snort. "The only thing I'm afraid of in this tent is your enormous leg crushing me in my sleep."

"You talk too much," Lorcan grumbles, though there's the faintest glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

"I talk just enough to drive you insane," I shoot back, feeling a strange sense of victory at the idea of getting under his skin. "It's one of my many talents," I add, worsening the blow.

He doesn't respond, but his silence feels different this time. Like he's deciding whether to engage or just strangle me.

"If you're so miserable," I start, stifling a yawn, "you ought to throw me outside and have the whole tent to yourself," I utter, lifting my arms up over my head and stretching out to the best of my abilities.

"Don't tempt me," he grunts, though I don't miss the way his eyes follow me as I stretch, my movements exaggerated just to annoy him.

"You wouldn't know what to do with yourself," I murmur, settling back down. "Without me to keep you company."

"Go to sleep," he says, ignoring my words.

I smirk up at the stars. "Sweet dreams, Salvaterre."

His grumble is the only reply I get, but for some reason, the sound makes me smile.

The silence stretches on for a few minutes, and I do my best to settle in, but there's no ignoring the cramped space and the sheer presence of Lorcan taking up most of it. After a few more minutes of tossing and turning, I sigh dramatically.

"I can't sleep," I announced, knowing he was still wide awake.

From beside me, Lorcan groans, clearly exasperated. "Of course, you can't," he mutters under his breath, dragging a hand down his face.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, rolling onto my side to face him, our faces just inches apart in the dim light.

"That you're incapable of quieting down for more than a minute," he grumbles, not even bothering to open his eyes.

"I've been quiet for at least five minutes!" I argue, though I can't help the grin tugging at my lips. "And anyway, it's your fault. You're hogging all the space."

He cracks an eye open, giving me a flat look. "You take up about as much room as a pillow. You have plenty of space."

"Then why can't I get comfortable?" I huff, shifting again, this time letting my arm bump against his on purpose.

"You're sleeping with the wolves tonight." He says like it’s a promise.

I gasp dramatically, my hand flying to my chest. "Lorcan Salvaterre, you would abandon me to the creatures of the night? Leave me defenseless and cold?"

"You're hardly defenseless," he says, but I catch the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

I grin, triumphant. "I knew it—you do care."

"Care? I just don't want to explain to Maeve why I let you get eaten by a wyvern," he grumbles, turning onto his side so his back is to me.

I roll my eyes, inching closer just to annoy him. "You'd miss me," I murmur, as if it was an absent thought.

"Like a hole in my head."

I poke him between the shoulder blades. "Liar. You'd be lost without me. Who else would keep you entertained on these long, miserable missions?"

He doesn't respond right away, but I don't miss the way his shoulders tense at my words. "You're assuming I need entertainment."

"You're assuming you don't," I tease, leaning in until my chin is nearly resting on his arm. "Deep down, I know you love it. My sparkling wit, my endless charm—"

He turns so quickly that I almost tumble backward, his face suddenly centimeters from mine. His dark eyes glint with something that makes my heart skip a beat. "You're lucky I don't actually throw you out of this tent."

I blink up at him, trying to ignore the way my pulse races at the proximity. "You'd never."

His eyebrow raises. "You willing to bet?"

I raise mine right back, leaning in just a fraction more.

"I do." There's a brief moment where neither of us moves, the air between us charged with unspoken tension. Then, with a long-suffering sigh, Lorcan rolls his eyes and collapses back onto his bedroll.

"You're impossible," he mutters, covering his face with his arm. "Go to sleep before I do actually throw you out."

I smirk, victory swelling in my chest. "Admit it—you'd be bored out of your mind without me."

"If I admit it, will you shut up?"

"I'll think about it," I hum, settling back into my bedroll, feeling way more pleased with myself than I should.

"Fine," he growls. "I'd be bored."

I can't help the laugh that bubbles up. "See? Was that so hard?"

Lorcan groans again, louder this time. "It was unbearable."

"Goodnight, Lorcan," I say sweetly, curling up and closing my eyes, but I'm still grinning like an idiot.

From beside me, I hear a quiet mutter, almost too soft to catch. "Goodnight."

We lay there in silence for a few minutes, but as usual, my mind refused to settle. The darkness outside the tent feels suffocating, the air thick with anticipation of the mission ahead. I chew my bottom lip, turning over a dozen questions in my head before finally blurting out the one that's been nagging me all night.

"What do you think Maeve wants from us?"

Lorcan's groan is immediate. "You said you'd shut up," he grumbles, not even opening his eyes.

"I said I'd think about it, Salvaterre," I correct, nudging him with my elbow. "Besides, I can't sleep when you keep kicking me."

He huffs out a breath, lifting his arm from his eyes to glare at me. "I haven't moved an inch."

"Oh, really?" I feign innocence, shifting my foot to gently nudge his leg. "What do you call this?"

"That," he says flatly, "is you kicking me."

"I'm just showing you what it feels like," I shoot back, smirking as I prod his shin again.

"Stop that," he growls.

"I will when you answer my question."

"You should be more worried about surviving the week without me strangling you."

I huff, my face burning, but the silence that follows is heavier now—charged with the tension that neither of us wants to acknowledge. After a beat, I clear my throat, breaking it.

"You still didn't answer my question."

He sighs, long and dramatic. "How should I know? Probably some power play involving the Princess."

"Do you think they’ll ally?" I ask, though I know I'm pushing my luck.

He hesitates, his gaze flicking toward the tent's ceiling. "I don’t know," he admits. "Or she might just want us to deal with something different entirely. Maeve doesn't summon all of us for nothing."

I nod, feeling a shiver run through me. "I just hope we don't end up with another war on our hands."

Lorcan shifts slightly, his massive form somehow taking up even more space. "If we do, I'll be sure to shove you out in front to make use of all that 'charm' you keep going on about."

I roll my eyes, kicking him lightly under the blanket. "You're the worst."

He opens one eye to glance at me, unamused. "If I kill you in your sleep, it's your fault."

"Please," I scoff, sitting up slightly. "You couldn't strangle me even if you tried. I'd have you pinned in a heartbeat."

A low, rumbling chuckle escapes him, one that's more amused than I expected. "You? Pin me?"

I raise an eyebrow, refusing to back down. "You'd be surprised."

He tilts his head slightly, considering me with a dark glint in his eyes. "Go on, then. Prove it."

I blink, caught off guard by the challenge. "What, right now?"

He shrugs, the movement sending a ripple through his broad shoulders. "Unless you're too scared."

I narrow my eyes, inching closer. "I'm not scared."

His lips twitch, just barely, but enough to make my heart pound in my chest. "Then do it."

Before I can talk myself out of it, I shift, moving to straddle his waist. "Okay," I say, though my voice sounds much shakier than I intended. "See? You're completely at my mercy now."

Lorcan, infuriatingly, doesn't look remotely concerned. He just stares up at me, one eyebrow raised, as if waiting for something more. "That's it?"

"Well, I—" I start, but he interrupts by effortlessly grabbing my wrists in one of his massive hands and flipping me over before I can even process what's happening.

In the blink of an eye, I'm pinned beneath him, my back pressing into the bedroll as his weight holds me in place. His face hovers inches above mine, dark and unreadable, though I swear there's a flicker of amusement in his gaze.

"I think that's what you were trying to do," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous, but with a playful edge.

I glare up at him, trying to squirm, but he doesn't budge. "You cheated."

He leans in slightly, his breath brushing against my cheek. "You didn't give me much of a challenge."

"You're such a brute," I snap, though I'm more frustrated with myself for falling right into his trap.

"I can't believe I made Whitethorn train you instead, this is delightful."

"Oh please, you just forgot the feel of a woman beneath you."

"Care to remind me what I've been missing?" His smirk widens, daring me to say more.

"Depends, what do I get in return?"

"A lesson, maybe I'll teach you what it's like to be beneath someone who knows how to be in control."

His words hang in the air between us, and my breath catches, the challenge in his voice igniting something deep within me. I try to maintain my composure, but the way his dark eyes lock onto mine makes it difficult. There's an intensity in his gaze that makes my heart race, a spark of something primal that sends shivers down my spine.

"Is that so?" I reply, my voice teasing yet laced with curiosity. "And just how do you plan to do that?"

"A demonstration," he murmurs, leaning in closer until his breath warms my skin, his lips hovering tantalizingly above mine.

The space between us crackles with tension, my heart pounding in my chest as I hold his gaze, searching for any sign of hesitation. Instead, I find determination mixed with that devil-may-care amusement that is so quintessentially Lorcan. It drives me wild.

"Show me, then," I challenge, emboldened by the heat of the moment.

A slow smile spreads across his face, and before I can brace myself, he captures my wrists in his powerful hands and shifts, pinning them above my head against the soft canvas of the tent. My breath hitches at the sudden thrill of being completely at his mercy, the weight of his body pressing me into the bedroll, a heady mix of vulnerability and exhilaration flooding my senses.

"Do you trust me?" he asks, his voice low, teasing, but there's an undercurrent of seriousness that sends a thrill racing through me.

"Do I have a choice?" I reply, trying to sound defiant but feeling the flush of excitement creeping up my neck.

"Good answer," he says, leaning down, his lips barely brushing against mine, teasingly close yet just out of reach. The warmth of his breath sends tingles across my skin, and I can't resist the urge to lean in, desperate for that connection.

"Stop teasing," I whisper my heart racing, the air thick with unspoken tension. "Just kiss me already."

With a low growl of approval, he closes the distance, capturing my lips with his in a fierce, passionate kiss. It's electric, a jolt that sends sparks dancing along my nerves, igniting every inch of my skin. The kiss deepens, and I lose myself in the taste of him—warm and intoxicating.

His lips move against mine with a hungry urgency, coaxing me into the rhythm of it. I respond instinctively, wrapping my arms around the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, urging him on. The world outside the tent fades away, leaving only the two of us, entangled in the heat of the moment.

I can feel the weight of his body pressing into mine, the way his strength envelops me, sending a rush of desire coursing through my veins. It's overwhelming and intoxicating, igniting a fire within me that I didn't know was there.

I part my legs and he adjusts, slotting between them— gods it was an effort for my legs to even widen enough. He grabbed my thigh in one of his large hands and guided it up higher, then the other, until I was in a mating press beneath him. He smirked against my lips, his hands moving to trail up my sides. "Now you're really at my mercy," He purred and my core thrummed in anticipation.

"Lorcan," I panted into his open mouth, unable to find the words to tell him how badly I needed this.

"As much as I love the sound of you moaning my name, I need you to stay quiet for me, yeah?" He asked and I sucked in a breath, nodding all too quickly, too desperately.

He smirked at the reaction and captured my lips with his yet again, devouring me as he pried my mouth open with his tongue, exploring me with it, not missing a spot uncovered.

I tugged at the waistband of his pants and he captured my wrist before I could tug them down much further. "Not yet, I need to stretch you out first," He warned, his tone brooking no argument.

I let out a soft whimper of protest and he pressed his mouth onto mine, his voice softening as he said, "I don't want to hurt you, be patient for me and I promise I'll make you feel good alright?" He reassured me, his thumb brushing over the pulse point of my wrist before releasing it.

I nod slowly, slipping my hands into his silky black hair while he pushes up my nightgown.

He practically tore through my panties without a second thought, then froze for a moment before making contact. His eyes flicked to mine and I returned his stare with pleasing eyes and a rapid nod. He leaned down, below my lips and to the line of my jaw, making his way down the column of my throat before his calloused fingertips came to contact with my pulsing cunt.

His lips morphed into a malicious smile as he felt just how badly I needed him, the way I was practically dripping down his hand. "So wet, and here I was thinking you hated me?" He drawled against my skin, kissing down my chest and then back up to the hollow of my throat.

I tug at his hair, silently begging him for more. "Lorcan," I whine, words failing me as I arch into his touch, attempting to get even the smallest taste of pleasure. "Please, touch me," I swallow past the lump in my throat.

"I am touching you, love," He whispered, his breath ghosting over the shell of my ear.

My brows furrowed, features contorting with need. "Inside of me, please," I beg. A smirk pulls at his lips and he leans closer, gently pressing his lips to my cheek— too gentle to be casual. But I didn't have time to weigh the action because suddenly he had two fingers pushing inside of my aching cunt, stretching me out.

A gasp escaped me and he swallowed it greedily before connecting our lips again, silencing me.

His long, calloused fingers pumped skillfully into me, grazing against my contracting walls. "Fuck, you're tight," He breathed as I clenched desperately around his hand, gripping his hair but not pulling. His other hand snaked up my propped-up thigh, pinning it down with a possessive need.

His thumb met my clit and it took everything in me not to scream, to cry out his name. "That's it," He encouraged. "Such a good girl, staying quiet for me," He praised, making the tension in my core tighten until it was nearly unbearable.

My overwhelming need for release was all-consuming, every thrust of his fingers, every roll of his thumb sent me reeling. He knew I was close, knew from the way I was trembling beneath him— I knew that he knew, but still, I cried in protest when his hand stilled.

"Not yet," He warned softly, pulling his hand out of me entirely, leaving me empty and aching. I opened my mouth to protest, to beg him to keep going, but he cut me off with a searing kiss, swallowing my complaints with his lips. "I said, be patient," He whispered against my mouth, his tone dark and commanding. "And when you come, it'll be on my cock. Understood?"

I nodded quickly, my breath coming in desperate pants, the tension in my body screaming for release. But I clamped down on my objections, not wanting him to drag this out longer than he already meant to.

His smirk widened, pleased with my compliance, and he finally rid himself of the last of his clothes, his pants hitting the ground with a soft thud. The sight of him—broad and powerful, his skin glistening in the dim light of the tent—made my pulse quicken, and the need to feel him inside me surged with renewed intensity.

He moved to get rid of my clothes too, still bunched at my hips. Luckily he didn't rip it off of me as he did with my panties, instead guided the material over my head, baring me to the brisk night air and his intense gaze.

"Beautiful," He whispered softly, pressing a claiming kiss to the top of one of my breasts. My lip wobbled with a need to moan but I held it down, instead distracted myself with the sight of him.

His shirtless figure was a sight to behold, carved muscle and a chest as hard as marble, but it was what was below his torso that made me pause.

I had expected Lorcan to be big, but gods. I had been with many men in my immortal life, and still, he made me freeze.

His smirk widened as he noticed where my stare was directed. He settled himself between my thighs, his broad frame dwarfing mine. I could feel the heat of him pressing into me, so much of him. My breath hitched, and his dark eyes flicked down, catching the way I bit my lip as he aligned himself at my entrance. His size alone had me trembling, and he knew it—relishing in the subtle way my body tensed beneath him.

He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "I almost feel bad," he whispered, "about how much I'm going to stretch you out."

A low whimper escaped me, and I felt his grin against my skin. My fingers curled into his hair, tugging lightly as I drew him closer, desperate for more. His eyes darkened as I pulled harder, and I could feel the tension ripple through his body.

"Be good for me, love, and stay still," he purred, voice a velvety rasp. His hips barely moved, teasing me with the blunt head of his cock as he pushed forward just enough to stretch me—just enough to drive me wild. He pulled back before I could feel the full pressure, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he watched my hips arch off the bedding, chasing him.

"You're so desperate," he murmured, his breath hot against my throat, "so needy." His tone was teasing in a way that would usually enrage me, but the way he said it sent a rush of heat to my core instead, making me clench around nothing, aching for him to fill me.

"Lorcan," I whispered, my voice trembling as I shifted beneath him, trying to ease the ache. He groaned at the sound of his name on my lips, and the tension in his body told me he was holding back, keeping himself in check for my sake.

Slowly, torturously, he guided himself to my entrance, the blunt head of his cock teasing me, stretching me open just enough to make me gasp. My nails dug into his shoulders as he began to push forward, the burn of the stretch sending sparks of pain-laced pleasure through my core.

"Fuck," I breathed, my eyes squeezing shut as he inched deeper. He was so big—bigger than I'd expected—and I had to fight to keep my breaths steady as my body adjusted to the size of him.

Lorcan paused for a moment, letting me catch my breath, his large hand caressing my thigh in slow, soothing strokes. "You're doing so well," he murmured, his voice a low rasp, full of restraint. "Just relax for me."

"Stay still," he breathed, voice rough as he pulled back just enough to make me whine, the emptiness unbearable. "Gods, it's hard to control myself when you keep moving like that."

A shiver ran through me at his words, my core clenching around him as he pressed forward again, slow and deliberate, giving me every thick inch of him until I was stretched impossibly full. My legs trembled as they tried to accommodate his size, and his hands came down to hold them steady, lifting my thighs higher, and spreading me wider beneath him.

"That's it, just like that," he murmured, his voice dropping to a growl as he adjusted his angle, sliding deeper still. "Good girl, taking me so well."

I whimpered at the praise, my fingers tangling in his hair, tugging harder now, desperate to feel him move. His breath hitched, a low moan escaping him as I pulled, and I could feel the way it affected him—how much it pushed him closer to the edge of his restraint.

But Lorcan wasn't one to be rushed.

He withdrew agonizingly slow, leaving me panting beneath him, aching for him to fill me again. "You can handle a little more, can't you?" he teased, his lips curling into a smirk as he saw the need in my eyes. My hands moved from his hair to the nape of his neck, trying to pull him back down to me, urging him on, but he caught my wrists with ease, pinning them above my head with one large hand. The contrast in size was startling—his fingers easily wrapping around both of my wrists, holding me completely at his mercy.

He leaned down, his lips barely brushing mine as he whispered, "Stay still, or I'll make you wait longer."

A soft whimper escaped me, and he chuckled darkly, pleased with my compliance. Slowly, he started to move again, his thrusts deep and deliberate, each one drawing out the delicious stretch, making me gasp as he filled me completely, finally bottoming out as his hips pressed into mine.

My body trembled beneath him, the intensity of it building with every slow, torturous thrust. I could feel the thick slide of him inside me, the way my walls clenched around his cock, desperate to hold him, to keep him deep inside. But Lorcan kept up the slow pace, each thrust deeper than the last, drawing me out, making me feel every inch of him.

"Fuck, so tight," he murmured, his voice low and rough, filled with desire. His free hand slid down my side, gripping my waist as he pulled me closer, his hips rolling into me with a new intensity that made me see stars.

"Lorcan," I mewled, writhing beneath him, bucking my hips up to meet his

He let out a low growl as I continued to disobey his order to stay still. "If you keep doing that," he warned, his voice thick with strain, "I'm not going to be able to stop myself."

"Then don't," I breathed, my voice trembling as I arched into him, wanting—needing—more.

His eyes darkened, and before I could say anything else, he was moving again, faster now, his thrusts more intense, each one hitting deeper, making me cry out in pleasure. He swallowed my moans with his mouth, devouring me with a kiss so fierce it left me breathless.

Lorcan's hand, the one not gripping my wrists, slipped between us, his thumb brushing over my clit with just enough pressure to make me gasp, my body jerking beneath him. "Stay quiet," he reminded me, his voice a low growl as his thumb circled slowly, teasingly. "We wouldn't want anyone to hear, would we?"

I shook my head frantically, biting down on my lip to keep from crying out as his pace quickened, the tension inside me building unbearably with every push and pull of his powerful hips, every circle of his thumb on my sensitive clit. I was so close, so on edge, but I knew he wasn't going to let me go just yet. He wanted to drag it out, to make me feel every second of it.

His lips ghosted over my ear as he whispered, "I love how small you feel beneath me—how perfectly you fit around my cock."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, making my walls tighten around him in response. I could feel the heat of his body pressing into mine, the steady rhythm of his thrusts making me dizzy with desire. The way he filled me, stretched me, it was almost too much—almost, but not enough.

I wanted more. I needed more.

He pulled back just enough to smirk down at me, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "Gods, you're so fucking tight," he growled, his voice low and guttural as he picked up the pace, thrusting into me harder, deeper. My body arched beneath him, instinctively chasing the pleasure only he could give me.

His hand, still holding my wrists above my head, tightened its grip, his other sliding down my body to grab hold of my waist, pulling me against him with each thrust. The intensity was overwhelming, but I craved every second of it. His thumb returned to my clit, circling it with maddening precision, making my toes curl and my breath catches in my throat.

I bit down on my lip, desperate to keep quiet as he'd commanded, but it was nearly impossible with the way he was driving me to the brink, over and over again. I could feel the pressure building in my core, a white-hot ball of tension that threatened to unravel me at any moment.

"You close baby?" Lorcan rasped, his voice rough as he ground his hips into mine, each thrust hitting deeper than the last. His thumb pressed harder on my clit, the friction sending shockwaves through my body.

I nodded frantically, unable to form coherent words, my head spinning with the need for release.

"Beg for it," he commanded, his breath hot against my ear as he continued his relentless pace, driving me wild. "Beg me to let you come."

I whimpered, my body trembling beneath him as I struggled to find the words. "Please, Lorcan," I whispered, my voice shaking as I arched up against him, desperate for more. "Please, please I can't hold it— I need it, Lor."

He groaned at my words, his thrusts becoming harder, more erratic, his control slipping. "Good girl," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Go ahead, come on my cock."

With those words, the tension inside me snapped. My entire body clenched around him, my back arching off the bed as I came undone, the wave of pleasure crashing over me so violently I saw stars. I bit down on my lip, stifling the scream that threatened to escape as my orgasm tore through me, every nerve in my body alight with sensation.

Lorcan let out a low, guttural groan as he felt me clench around him, his pace faltering as he chased his own release. His hips snapped into mine one last time, burying himself deep inside me as he came with a low growl, his body trembling with the force of it.

For a long, breathless second, neither of us moved, the sounds of our ragged breathing the only thing filling the air. But as the intensity slowly ebbed, Lorcan pulled back, his smirk already returning to his lips. He let out a satisfied hum as he leaned down to press a lazy kiss to my jaw. "See? You can follow orders when you really want to."

I swatted his chest weakly, a smirk tugging at my lips. "Don't get used to it," I said, still panting, though my voice had a playful edge to it.

He chuckled, rolling off me and settling onto his side, his large arm draped possessively over my waist. "I don't need to. You'll break soon enough."

I snorted, feeling the familiar banter falling back into place. "You're dreaming, Salvaterre. If anything, you're the one breaking. You were practically trembling back there."

His dark eyes flashed with amusement, and he leaned down to brush his lips against my ear. "Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "If I was really trying to break you, you wouldn't even be able to walk right now."

I rolled my eyes, unable to stop the grin tugging at my lips. "Bold words for an old man who can barely control himself."

He raised a brow, his grip on my waist tightening just enough to remind me of his strength. "Care to test that theory?"

I shot him a challenging look, though the heat still lingered in my veins. "Maybe next time," I teased, flipping onto my side to face him, our noses brushing and suddenly the tent didn't feel all that small. "You've got to save some energy if you plan on keeping up with me, after all."

His eyes glinted with amusement, and the playful edge in his smile sent a shiver of anticipation through me. "Oh, you have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into,"

With a wink, I scooted a little further from him— well, as far as I could, feigning innocence. "Well, in that case, let's see if you can keep your hands to yourself until morning."

Lorcan's low chuckle reverberated in the tent, his eyes gleaming with challenge as he watched me. "Go to sleep already," He insisted. I look at him, staring at his features softened by the moonlight filtering through the canvas.

And as I settled back into the blankets, his body warm beside mine, I couldn't help but smirk, knowing that the game between us was far from over. "Goodnight, Lor," I mumble quietly.

The faint light of dawn filtered through the tent, pulling me from sleep. The warmth of Lorcan's body was missing, and the space beside me felt cool to the touch. I blinked groggily, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I rolled onto my back, pulling the thin blankets over my bare body, the events of the previous night replaying in my mind.

I swallowed hard, my heart thudding as I thought about everything—what it meant to have crossed that line with Lorcan. We'd been stuck in this tense back-and-forth, pushing each other's buttons ever since I met the male, but last night had changed everything, we stepped past a boundary we couldn't come back from. A part of me wondered if it would be different now, or if he'd go back to being the brooding, impossible male he was before. My chest tightened, but I pushed the thought aside. No use overthinking it, especially when we had a mission to accomplish.

I took a deep breath, sitting up and squaring my shoulders as I reached for my clothes, trying to act as normal as possible. We had orders and obligations, and I couldn't afford to be distracted by what happened between us. But gods, it was hard to ignore the lingering ache in my body, between my legs, the reminder of how thoroughly Lorcan had claimed me.

I ran my hands through my messy head of hair and braided it back to have somewhat of a semblance of neatness. With my nightgown replaced by my gear, I slipped out of the tent, the early morning air crisp against my skin, my boots crunching on the fallen leaves. As I approached the campfire, I spotted Lorcan among the rest of Maeve's blood sworn—all gathered around, the smell of campfire smoke filling my senses.

The moment I stepped to where the rest sat, Fenrys' head snapped up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Well, well," he drawled, his golden eyes sparkling with amusement. "Look who decided to join us."

I forced a casual smile, pretending I hadn't noticed the way the rest of the males exchanged looks. "Good morning," I said, keeping my voice steady, though I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I kept my eyes off Lorcan as I took a seat beside the white wolf, ignoring the tension in my stomach that was somewhere between knots and butterflies.

Lorcan didn't say anything, but I could feel his presence in front of me, his tall frame looming over the fire as he flipped something on the skillet. I couldn't tell what it was amidst the flames, but with the way Vaughan and Rowan were wincing something told me it was a bird one of the others seemed good enough to eat.

Rowan raised a brow at me, his sharp gaze flicking between Lorcan and me before he smirked. "You sleep well?" he asked innocently, though the gleam in his eyes betrayed him.

I shot him a sidelong glance. "As well as I could, considering someone was snoring."

Fenrys snorted, nudging Gavriel on the other side of him, who was trying—and failing—to keep a straight face. "Must've been some noise last night," Fenrys said under his breath, not bothering to hide the grin that tugged at his lips.

Heat surged to my face, and I glared at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Gavriel gave a soft cough that sounded suspiciously like a laugh, while Fenrys outright cackled. "Don't worry," Fenrys said, flashing me a wink. "No judgments here."

My face felt like it was on fire, and I was sure my expression was betraying me, but I shot back, "How sweet of you, Fenrys."

"You know, if you ever grow bored of the brooding male you could always come join me in my tent instead," Fenrys added, leaning back on his palms with his signature smirk. "I could show you what it's like to really be loud," He suggested and I swore Lorcan's knuckles turned white he was gripping his hunting knife so tightly. But he remained steady, didn't so much as look at us as he awaited my reply.

"Tempting, Fenrys, but I think I'll stick with what I have. Once you go tall, dark, and brooding, it's hard to go back." I say, flicking my gaze past the fire to Lorcan, whose shoulders visibly relaxed.

Fenrys clenched at his chest, pretending to be mortally wounded. "Ah, so it's like that, is it?" he quipped, but the glint in his eye said he was far from offended. "I guess I'll just have to find solace in knowing I could've changed your life forever."

I grinned, leaning back on my hands as I shot him a mock-sympathetic look. "You'll survive, Fenrys. I hear rejection builds character."

He was about to retort when Rowan chimed in, his deep voice filled with dry amusement. "I don't know, Fenrys. After last night, it sounds like she found someone more than capable of showing her a good time."

My cheeks flamed as I glared at Rowan, though I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. "You too, huh?" I shot back.

Before Fenrys could continue the teasing, Lorcan finally broke his silence, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Don't you have better things to do than gossip about things that don't concern you?" He still didn't look up from the skillet, but the hard set of his jaw and the tension in his broad shoulders were unmistakable.

Vaughan, silent as ever, gave a half-shrug, tossing a stick into the fire as he added his two cents, his voice calm but amused. "Considering the noise last night, it kind of does concern all of us."

A chorus of snickers followed, and even Gavriel cracked a grin. My face went up in flames, and I buried it in my hands. "You all need better hobbies," I muttered into my palms, but it did nothing to stop the laughter ringing through the camp.

I turned my head just enough to catch Lorcan's eyes as he finally glanced over at me, the firelight flickering in his gaze. The corner of my lips lifted in a challenging smirk.

"If you lot are done, breakfast is ready." He moved and passed me a plate, his warm hand brushing against mine for just a second—a flicker of something unspoken passing between us—before he turned back to the skillet.

The knowing looks from the others didn't stop throughout breakfast. Fenrys continued to make sly comments, Rowan smirked every time Lorcan so much as glanced at me, and even Gavriel, the most serious of the group, couldn't completely hide his amusement.

I had managed to block all of their comments and snickering remarks out, but for some reason, I wasn't able to shake the stare Lorcan had pinned on me.

I looked over to him and for a moment his eyes flicked down to my lips, a challenge. I smirked, beckoning him to test the silent boundaries. He didn't move, but he didn't look away either, and something told me we were nowhere near finished with each other.

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leclerc-s · 9 months ago

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struggling to survive netflix

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rhys jones word of advice: DO NOT watch season 6 of drive to survive.

max jones-verstappen you watch that crap?

rhys jones i couldn't sleep, it dropped, so i watched it. worst mistake of my life.

rhys jones i can't believe i was at several races and ryan made it onto the show before me.

esteban ocon oh yes, i forgot about that.

isabella perez someone tell charles they made him out to be the villain.

natalia ruiz just like max in season 1.

charles leclerc i did nothing wrong all season but have shitty luck.

dulce perez monza. charles leclerc i may have done one thing wrong.

rhys jones max went from being the formula 1 villain to being comedic relief.

max jones-verstappen i bet there was no mention of my win streak

isabella perez in the last fifteen minutes but only because christian mentioned it.

charles leclerc can i enter my villain era now?

pierre gasly do you even know what that is? charles leclerc je t'emmerde connard

rowan todd WHITE HORSE?? CONEY ISLAND?? WITH MAE?? ARE YOU TWO TRYING TO KILL US??

daphne jones-ricciardo 😁😁 mae jones-verstappen 😁😁

isabella perez CONEY ISLAND?? YOU SANG CONEY ISLAND?

isabella perez THIS IS FUCKING WORSE THAN LOSING MIRRORBALL!!

max jones-verstappen to be fair i lost seven to fucking pittsburg of all places.

rhys jones jokes on you guys, my song still safe.

daphne jones-ricciardo and what song is that rhys?

rhys jones thug song

daphne jones-ricciardo of fucking course it is.

alex albon crossing my fingers for monologue song next!

george russell charles cried when daphne sang this is me trying as a surprise song. i have a picture of it.

bailey winters one could say you "have it printed out" george russell hilarious bailey. bailey winter this is why lewis decided to leave mercedes, because you're dry as fuck george russell TOO SOON BAILEY!! TOO SOON!!

isabella perez sylvia just got me in trouble. apparently it's not good to speak out against netflix.

dulce perez i think it's more so because you spoke out in favor of a driver from a rival team and not that you spoke put again netflix. natalia ruiz i didn't get in trouble? charles leclerc it was probably the oscar part and not the netflix part isabella perez i got told by fred that it was okay??? just no spilling company secrets.

carlos sainz she probably just doesn't like you.

isabella perez wow.

lando norris to be fair, you are quite annoying. i get it.

dulce perez only i get to call her annoying kermit the frog

lance stroll we should wait until the next season for more drama. that's when it'll be good because of a certain someone breaking f1 twitter.

lewis hamilton talking about me? mick schumacher don't forget the secret contract lengths! esteban ocon and silly season!!

freya vettel i was fully expecting them to make oscar and lando to look like enemies. they've done it before.

isabella perez we should make a drinking game out of dts!! anytime d*nica shows up on screen we take a shot.

zoya torres we'd end up blackout drunk. george russell alternative, take a shot everytime will buxton says something funny. max jones-verstappen or anytime they make teammates who get along look like enemies. mae jones-verstappen you seriously still bitter about the daniel thing? max jones-verstappen YES! WE WERE NEVER ENEMIES!!

esteban ocon netflix doesn't know that friendships and rivalries can exist on the same scale.

rowan todd doesn't help that pierre said, "we'll never be best friends."

rhys jones i'm surprised they haven't brought in the nepotism card yet.

mick schumacher they did.

rhys jones i avoid that episode to not cry and charles' episode in season 1

isabella perez oh, same! we're very emotional people. i also avoid daniel's episode in season 5. and i can't stand otmar.

oscar piastri mood. esteban ocon same. pierre gasly you're lucky you didn't have to work with the guy. lance stroll welcome to the club

sebastian vettel any mention of my bee corner?

isabella perez no, and the people are upset. they wanted more of seb's buzzin' corner

logan sargeant he got the logan treatment, completely forgotten.

oscar piastri that's not funny mate.

alex albon lily and i are working on getting rid of his tendencies to degrade himself.

max jones-verstappen how's that working for you two so far? alex albon not well as you can see

daphne jones-ricciardo we have a new set of grid parents!

daniel jones-ricciardo GO TO SLEEP!

daphne jones-ricciardo shh! i just got to episode 3.

fernando alonso my favorite episode is episode 1.

max jones-verstappen ARE ALL OF YOU WATCHING IT?

lewis hamilton i wanted to see how they foreshadowed my move to ferrari. mae jones-verstappen daphne dragged me into this. daphne jones-ricciardo LIAR! IT WAS YOUR IDEA! george russell i wanted to see how i evolved through the season

max jones-verstappen i guess i should watch it.

daniel jones-ricciardo i promise you won't regret it.

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max jones-verstappen you're a fucking liar daniel jones-ricciardo. i regret it so much.

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Sealed deal (Rowan Theodore)

⤷ One day when your parents came up to you and told you that you would soon have a fiance, you already had a certain person in mind. So why the fuck is this guy in here?

You: Dude, guess what.

Theo: What?

You: Mom and dad told me I have a fiance. Ngl, I knew this day would come but come on now. I'm not even 18, I have yet to fuck someone I like. Why should I get tied up to someone I probably don't even know let alone like.

You: Lucky you, your mom and dad doesn't force you to get engaged to some spoiled brat here and there.

Theo: Pity.

You: I know right? I knew I could count on you.

Theo: Pity the person about to become your fiance.

You: You know what, fuck you. U ain't invited to my wedding.

Seen.

Looking at the text messages between you and your childhood friend a couple of days ago. You cannot help but to frown and throw you head back in frustration fingers reaching out to losen your tie as you felt suffocated. What a fucking bastard, you thought. Currently on your way into the fancy restaurant that you are meet your fiance. And there was already someone in mind in that matter. The child of your mother's friend, someone who was in the same circle as you and Theodore. What was the name again? Matil.. Sanda.. you forgot.

You groan, wishing everything was just a dream. Honestly you cannot believe your parents who dragged you in here out of your own will. Making you wear these uncomfortable clothing just make up a good impression. What was the rush? You were only seventeen, it is not like you would run out of fiance once you turn old. And even if you did run out of fiance, that would be an even more pleasure for you who can live your life the way you want, out of romance and just by yourself. You cannot even take care of yourself properly, what more would you treat your fiance?

"We're here young- wait! Where are you going?! The madam and master was already inside-?!" Startled, your chauffeur shouted after you once you make a run for it. Running away from the restaurant and was about to call for a taxi when you felt your getting lift up by your collar. "What are you doing?" "Theo!" Your eyes sparkled upon meeting with a pair of green ones. "I knew you wouldn't abandon me! Quick, get me out of here!" You beam at him only to be faced by harsh reality once he started dragging you inside the restaurant and you upon realizing what he was doing. "Traitor! Let go of me!"

"Oh my! Just in time you two, Theo, my dear. What took you two so long? We were about to get worried you two might not make it in time." ??? "Come on you two, sit. Sit here, we were just talking about the time and date of your engagement party as well as the families to be invited..." What the hell is happening? You are so fucking cofunsed as you sat down on your seat across his. You were pretty sure you were to be engaged to someone else, not him. Not him. You were to sure because you heard your parents talking. There is no way in hell he was your fiance. But there he is, right in front of you. You are so fucking confused and taken a back. At the same time, you felt a huge amount of relief.

Looking at the man right across you, his fluffy brown hair stays in place despite his movement. The way he cuts his steak gracefully and elegantly. Then your (eye color) iris met with a pair of green ones. 'Eat' he mouthed you causing you to pick up your utensils with trembling hands. Nevertheless, you woukd never forget the way your heart beats widely on your chest as he reminds you to keep your smile after that. This guy... was not so bad after all. "So what do you think you two?" "I'm fine with it if (First name) is." Suddenly all attention turn towards you and with no hint of urgency. "I like it, let's proceed with that. Mom, dad, aunt, uncle." You smiled.

"Gahhh! That drained me. I thought I was about to throw up." "Dramatic." He roll his eyes at you before slamming the car door behind him. The two of you where right in front of a city view on a hill side. The one the two of you would often go, all kudos to Theo having a drivers licence. "No, because you didn't even told me you were the one I was supposed to be engaged to. I was genuinely about to run away." That earn a flick on the forehead from him. "I was only told this morning, I knew nothing about this. Who would have ever thought I was the pitiful bastard I was talking about?" He spoke but you swear you saw him smirk for a moment.

"So? What's the plan now smartass?" You asked as silence passed by. Just the two of you looking at the stars. "Plan? Why do we need a plan? Rather than that. What are your thoughts about this?" He asked, looking at you for a moment before bring his attention back into the view. Onec again there was a moment of silence. "My thoughts? Well I must admit I was relieved that it was you." "Really?" "Yeah. It makes things much easier. It's not like we actually wanted to get married to each other so let's cancel the engagement once we reach 25!" Maybe it was because you were too focused on the stars, but you missed the way his green eyes had such dangerous gaze on them when you said those words. "Why?" "Why? Whats you mean why? No offence but I do not want to get married. I could not even take care of myself. Besides, you are not really my type." You roll your eyes at him. "Perhaps if you have a black hair, things would have been different." You whispered.

"So? What do you think? Let's break off the engagement once were 25, in the mean time, no one is allowed to have another in those years. I doubt our parents would let that be. We could also go on occasional dates, well we do hangout regularly, let's just treat that as a date. That would be enough to fool our parents for a decades." "And if you fall for me?" "Huh?" You scoff at him and laugh. "Then I guess I might end up marrying you. But I doubt that." You roll your eyes at him. "And that matter about you wanting to fuck someone else?" "What?! Why would you bring that up now?!"

And so you decided to tease him. "Oh well whatever, that should be none of our business. I already fucked with them yesterday-" "Who?" "Huh?" Why does he look so damn scary right now? "Who is it that you fucked with?" "Who- the who- you look like you're about to kill someone! Why should I tell you?!" Seriously what is up with this guy who cannot even take a joke? "Mon chère, answer while I'm asking nicely hmm?" Mon chère? Argh whatever! He started talking insane again! "You! I'm just kidding! I'm kidding! Why do you kept taking things seriously?!"

"You should have said that earlier!" He suddenly laugh and messed with your hair causing you to protest. At the same time in that swift moment, he mouthed the man watching from afar 'cancel mission' in which they quickly disappeared as if they were never there. "Whatever. So enough nonsense- do we have a deal?" You spoke, holding up your pinky finger. "Whatever you say (First name)." He roll his eyes nevertheless linked his pinky with you before quickly letting it go. "Hey! Take this seriously will you!" "Yeah yeah whatever."

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leiawritesstories · 3 months ago

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scaredy-cat

@throneofglassmicrofics August prompt "Ferris Wheel"

here have some TOG gang county fair antics hehe ;) written while i unfortunately cannot go on fair rides because of recovery

word count: 1.2k (oops)

warnings: swearing, various antics, heights

enjoy!!!

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"Absolutely not." Rowan stepped between Aelin and Fenrys, looking suspiciously at the matching smirks the two blondes wore. "I don't like that look, Ae."

"What look?" She threw her boyfriend an innocent smile. "We're just talking about which rides we want to go on next."

"Sadly, you weren't an option," Fenrys snickered.

Rowan's eyes just about bugged out of his face, and he punched the cackling Fenrys in the shoulder. "The fuck?!"

"Calm down, boys," Aelin said, draping an arm over each of their shoulders. "Ro, babe, I promise I'll be safe." She dropped her voice to a throaty whisper. "Unless you don't want to be safe."

"Gods above." He wiped a hand down his face, fighting the way his blood rushed south. "Do I need to tie you down?"

"Don't threaten me with a good time," she hummed.

"Get a fuckin' room already!" Lorcan yelled, passing by with Elide sitting on his shoulders.

Rowan just flipped him off. "I think the roller coaster is closed by now, Ae," he said to his girlfriend. It had been dark for well over an hour, and most of the rides at the county fair had closed for the night.

"We were thinking the Ferris wheel," Aelin replied. "There's lights on it, and it runs all the time." She tucked herself into Rowan's side and laced her fingers with his. "I know you're not the biggest fan, but it's probably the safest ride at the fair, you hovering buzzard."

"I don't hover," he sighed, tapping the end of her nose. "I just...fuck, I don't like the idea of the ride stopping with you all the way up at the top there."

"What if you sit with me, and I can prove I'm okay if the ride stops for a couple minutes?" She winked. "I'll keep you safe, big guy."

Aedion groaned theatrically and clapped his hands over his ears. She hadn't even noticed that her cousin was walking beside her. "Can you two keep it PG for ten fucking seconds?" he complained. "Can't go ten feet without you two making eyes at each other."

"Oh yeah?" Aelin raised a brow at her irreverent cousin. "What about you flirting with every other person we walk past? You think I asked to be subjected to that?"

"Hey, hey, no fighting, kids," Rowan teased. "I can think of better ways to pass the time." He smirked wickedly at Aelin and looped his arm around her hips.

"Fucking hell!" Aedion yelped and hurried off, pretending to scrub out his eyes.

Aelin snickered. "One of these days, I swear he's gonna ask you to duel or something."

Rowan smirked. "Bring it on."

She jabbed him in the side. "I don't need either of you two idiots ending up in the hospital, babe." They came up to the Ferris wheel and got in line, and there were few enough people waiting for the ride that the line moved quickly. Within a couple of minutes, they'd shown their wristbands to the attendant and climbed into the steel car, securing the bar across their laps.

As their car slowly began to rise, Rowan inhaled softly and splayed one hand on Aelin's thigh, his posture tense. She leaned into his side, placed her hand atop his, and exhaled deeply, encouraging him to breathe with her. "I'm right here," she murmured. "'S'okay, babe." He slowly relaxed, enough that he could look out over the fairgrounds as they rose into the air, the Ferris wheel moving in a steady mechanical circle.

On their third rotation, the cars slowed, letting people on and off, and Rowan tensed up again as they climbed towards the top of the wheel. Aelin ran her hand up his leg, and he sucked in a sharp breath, tense for reasons other than their height. "What," he asked in a low, hoarse rasp, "do you think you're doing, Ae?"

"Distracting you, scaredy-cat" she practically purred. "Is it working?" Her hand crept higher.

"Aelin," he groaned, catching her wrist. "Tease."

"You love it."

"Sweet fuckin' gods!" Lorcan's voice shattered their little bubble. "The cars ain't soundproofed!"

Giggling, Aelin sat up. "There's no need to let your jealousy show, Lorky," she snickered. "I'm sure Ro would let you have a ride with him if you asked nicely."

"Oh, what the fuck." There was a thump like a fist striking the steel side of the car and Lorcan went silent.

Rowan, whose face was a heated shade of scarlet, flicked Aelin a sideways glance. "I'm not gonna---"

"Don't worry, babe." She kissed the corner of his lips. "I can get pretty possessive, and while I won't judge you for your past lovers, I don't want to share."

"Good." His hand returned to her thigh, thumb stroking lazily up and down. "I'm not sharing you either."

The Ferris wheel moved beneath them, and their car slowly circled back down to the ground. When they stopped, Rowan pushed up the safety bar and lifted Aelin out of the seat. She chuckled and whispered "caveman" in his ear, but gladly hopped onto his back and wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her piggyback down the packed dirt path, only stopping when she rapidly drummed her fingers on his shoulder when she saw a funnel cake stand.

"Do you really need more greasy fair food, love?" he teased.

She pretended to be shocked. "What's a fair without a stomach ache?" Fenrys ran past, heading for the food truck, and she took off after him. "Bet I can eat a funnel cake faster than you can."

"Twenty bucks." He shook hands with her and proceeded to buy two funnel cakes despite her protest that she could pay for her own. He set both plates down on a picnic table and beamed at her. "Ready to lose?"

"Like hell I'm losing." With a wickedly playful grin, she sat down across from him and quietly tore open a packet of powdered sugar behind her back. "Three, two, one...go!" On go, she flung the powder in Fen's face, and he coughed and waved at the cloud of sugar as she tore into her funnel cake.

"No fair!" he squawked when he regained his voice.

Aelin licked the last crumbs of her funnel cake off her fingers and grinned at him. "Never said I had to play fair, Fenny boy." He huffed indignantly and took a massive bite of his half-eaten funnel cake, and she chuckled. "Pay up?"

"Gonna make me go broke," he grumbled, but he handed over a twenty. Just before the cash passed into her hand, he stopped, and a grin lit up his face. "Wanna go double or nothing?"

"Oh no you don't," she laughed, plucking the money from his grasp. "Last time you asked me that, I somehow found myself on Lorcan's roof, and that's not something I wanna repeat."

"Boring," Fenrys drawled.

Rowan rolled his eyes. "More like safe." Groans arose from around the table at Rowan's favorite word, but he just laughed and flipped them all off. "Nothing wrong with being safe."

"I'm gettin' sleepy," Aelin whispered into his ear before the others could rib him for being overbearing. "Wanna take me to bed?"

If they hadn't been very much in public, he probably would have thrown her over his shoulder. "We're gonna head home," he said as he stood up, her hand in his.

"Be safe!" Aedion yelled as they walked towards the parking lot. Aelin flipped him off over her shoulder.

"Idiots," she chuckled.

The best idiots.

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buckysdollsworld · 3 months ago

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The Adventures of Bucky Barnes and Y/n Stark | Chapter two: Home not so sweet home | Bucky's Doll

Gifs, not mine!!!

Warnings: Kidnapping, medical tools (needle, drugs), curse word or two

Content: 18+ MDNI, adult topics, kidnapping

Pairings: Buckyxreader, Readerxkidnapper, Readerxex-boyfriend, BuckyxFemalereader

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It had been hours since Rowan had taken you. Bucky and the others were in their hotel room the only one who seemed calm was Zemo of course Zemo was calm it was his idea to give me away in the first place. Little did everyone know I was with Rowan they had all thought you were still with Selby. It was silent in the room all that could be heard was the footsteps of Bucky pacing. Sam finally speaks up breaking the silence

"So what was your plan Zemo?" Bucky glared at Zemo as Sam spoke "More importantly how do you plan on us getting her back?" Sam finishes.

"Glad you finally asked you see next week Selby will be auctioning off her little pets along with others we will simply buy our friend Y/n back," Zemo says as if it's that simple.

"Or we can go back out there and save her ass from whatever bullshit they're going to do to her," Bucky growls.

"Your little girlfriend shall be fine soldier they won't hurt her at least not now they need her in the best shape for the auction" Zemo is so carefree it annoyed Bucky. Bucky grabs his leather jacket off the back of the couch and walks towards the door."Where are you going?" Sam asks as Bucky opens the door.

"To find my girlfriend." Bucky walks out closing the door behind him he walks down to the hotel lobby and out the doors. Bucky was determined to find you it's the only thing that matters to him now. He went to the parking lot hopped on his motorcycle and started driving back to the club.

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Meanwhile, you were with Rowan he had locked you in your cell it was the place you had stayed when The Winter Soldier project was going on. He had left you there alone with your thoughts it had been hours, and all you could do was wait. All the horrors you used to endure came back to you the longer you stayed in that awful cell. A few moments later the door can be heard creaking open Rowan was back and ready for his fun to begin.

"Hi princess are you ready to play?" he asks coming to the cell door you are sitting on the cold concrete floor hugging your knees when he starts talking to you your attention goes up to him but you say nothing.

"Oh come on don't be that way I just want to help you," he says with an evil grin.

"Rowan why am I here?" you ask as your voice is strained from crying. He has a smug grin like he has big plans for you.

"We're just going to play a little game and if you're good you'll be rewarded and if you're bad..." Rowan pauses a moment "Well let's just say you won't like what will happen, so are you going to be good?" You look up at him and nod you know there is no escaping what is about to happen. You slowly began to stand up as Rowan gestured for you to come closer you were hesitant to get closer but did so taking your time. Rowan smirks as you reach the bars of the cell doors he is amused at whatever games he is playing at.

"Kneel" he demanded before opening the cell door. You looked at him before dropping to your knees you dropped your gaze to the ground.

"Such a good girl" he praises opening the door he brings one of his hands to trace your cheek tracing down to your chin and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. Rowan loved that scared look in your eyes he got off on your fear he had some plan for you and it wasn't good.

"Now you are going to behave and stay right here until I say otherwise," Rowan says with a serious expression. You nod and Rowan walks over to a table with various things that are too far to make out but close enough to know something there. Your eyes dart around the room trying to find an exit or something to help you escape. Rowan was too occupied with gathering things to notice You noticed he had left the upstairs door open now was your chance while he wasn't looking you carefully got up and took steps towards the stairs keeping your eyes on Rowan to ensure he was still busy. You slowly start up the stairs your attention now at the door and you feel a sense of hope maybe you could actually get out of here but right when you reach the door you hear Rowan's voice from behind you.

"Where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you yet" Rowan says as he quickly makes his way to you wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back. All hope disappeared from you, you knew exactly how things were going to end it felt like you were back in the past all over again. With one hand Rowan reaches into his pocket and pulls out a syringe with some type of drug in it he sticks the needle into your skin in an instant everything starts to disappear and fade to black Rowan had sedated you.

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Bucky arrives back at the bar he was raging as he barged in heading straight back to Selby. Once he gets to the door to Selby's V.I.P. room he is stopped by her guards.

"Woah woah woah soldier not so fast," one of the guards says stopping Bucky from entering.

"I need to see Selby, now" Bucky growls he wasn't going to take no for an answer but the guards don't move.

"Selby isn't taking guests at the moment come back tomorrow" The guards hold their ground crossing their arms over their chest. Bucky is about to say something back but before he opens his mouth to speak Selby emerges from her room.

"It's okay boys let him in" she commands her guards to move when they move Bucky goes in immediately looking around for you.

"Where is she?" Bucky asks sternly

"Who?" Selby smirks she enjoyed with Bucky

"Don't play that fucking game with me, Selby. Where is Y/n?"

"Lighten up soldier she's fine she's in good hands" Selby reassures Bucky but something in her tone was deceiving. Bucky wasn't playing games especially when it came to you Bucky got closer to Selby reaching out to grab her by the collar.

"I swear if you hurt her" Bucky growls

"You'll what? You'll kill me? Please do but let me remind you your little girlfriend is in my care if anything happens to me my men will not hesitate to do the same to her" As soon as Selby says that he releases his grip from Selby and steps back.

"Since you are so desperate to get her back I may cut you a deal" Selby smirks "Bring me some super soldier serum and I'll give you the coordinates where Y/n is being kept" Bucky had a big choice to make he could either get the serum for Selby and save you or risk it all and do things himself. Bucky thought for a long moment before speaking up.

"Fine I'll do it" he wasn't happy about agreeing but he knew he had to save you.

"Great you have 48 hours to get it to me or deals off," Selby says. Bucky left getting back onto his bike and heading back to the hotel.

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Once back at the hotel, he barges in.

"Zemo how do we get super solder serum? I know you know where to get some" Bucky asks

"Ah so the soldier needs more serum," Zemo smirks with amusement

"Woah woah woah Bucky what are you talking about that shit is dangerous, why do you want it?" Sam buds in

"Look it's the only way to get Y/n back I will do anything it takes" Bucky pleads

"I understand but what happens when something goes wrong if the wrong person gets their hands on the serum all the work we did to fix this mess will be for nothing think about it Buck" Sam tries to reason with him. Bucky looks so defeated he is desperate to get you back. Sam puts a hand on Bucky's shoulder.

"We're going to get her back man just not like this" Sam tries reassuring him.

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lemonlamblaura · 2 months ago

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My Husband is the God of Pestilence - chapter 18

Not too pleased with this chapter but I wanted to get it out there so we could get to the one everyone's been waiting for... the wedding!!! 🥳🥳🥳

In this chapter, Rowan gives Kallamar a secret challenge to test his faithfulness to Lilybell.

"We're getting married!"

Rowan's reaction was not what Lilybell had hoped for. He stared at her blankly, mouth agape, and said nothing. Kallamar scowled at the sheep. He really couldn't even pretend to be happy?

"Congratulations!" Merryn exclaimed enthusiastically, clapping and wrapping Lilybell up in a tight hug.

Finally Rowan made an effort to smile, but it was forced and more of a grimace. "Hon, are you sure this is what you want? You only just met each other a few months ago. Why don't you give it a little more time?"

"But I don't want to give it more time," Lilybell said, still wrapped up in Merryn's embrace. "I want to get married."

"I know, but-"

"I thought you said you wanted your daughter to be happy?" Kallamar snapped. "You have a very interesting way of showing it."

"Maybe I don't want her to marry someone who could hurt her!" Rowan sniped back.

Kallamar was aghast at the very idea. "You old torment! How dare you make such an accusation!"

"It's hardly an accusation! The day I came here there was an immense battle and Lilybell was almost kidnapped! I don't want her to get hurt by being wrapped up in whatever the hell is going on with you!"

"Stop!" Lilybell cried, untangling herself from Merryn. The older seal focused on her own daughter instead, who was becoming agitated at the sudden change of mood.

The men ignored Lilybell. "None of that was my fault!" Kallamar shouted. "That was all Carcharias, and he's gone now! There's nothing to worry about anymore!"

A bad feeling, familiar and uncomfortable, began to grow in Lilybell's stomach once the shouting started. "I said stop!"

"You say that now, but what about in the future? You don't know who might target you next! You don't know what you're doing half the time, anyone with a brain can see it!"

A crowd of followers had began to form because of the fighting. People were looking at each other with shocked expressions. How could Rowan be saying this to a god?

Kallamar had had enough. He reached down and grabbed Rowan, bring him up to his face. "Speak to me like that again and you will regret it," he snarled.

"Oh, very mature! Now I know you're the right man to marry my daughter, threatening me like that!"

"Beat him up, Lord Kallamar!" Someone cried.

"Show the land-dwellers whose the boss!"

"Fight, fight fight!" People began chanting.

"STOP IT!" Lilybell screamed, stomping her foot hard against the floor. Finally Kallamar and Rowan turned their heads to look at her in shock. No one had ever seen Lilybell lose her temper like this. "Stop it, stop it, stop it! You two are terrible! Why can't you get along for even two seconds?! Put him down right now!"

Kallamar was frozen for a moment, watching his fiancé. He was ashamed of himself, behaving that way in front of her. This was no way for a husband to act. He set Rowan back on the floor, the crowd booing at the lack of violence.

"I'm sorry, my love," he said ashamedly, "I've behaved deplorably. Please forgive me."

"I'm sorry too," said Rowan, his face downcast.

Lilybell grabbed Rowan and Kallamar by their cloaks, pulling them into the main hall. Then she turned to leave, before saying, "you two can come out after you talk and work things out!" Then she closed the door, leaving the men in the glow of the crystals on the wall.

Kallamar sighed and rubbed the corners of his eyes. He didn't think announcing their marriage would turn into such a scene. Rowan sulked beside him. Things were quiet for a few moments.

"You know," Rowan said at last, "a man usually asks for the father's permission before asking a woman to marry him."

"I don't need your permission to do anything," Kallamar snapped.

Lilybell's voice rang outside the hall. "I don't hear you two getting along!" She said loudly in a sing-song fashion.

The men groaned. It was clear she wasn't going to let them out until they talked things over, something neither of them were looking forward to doing.

"What's your problem with me anyway?" Kallamar asked after a moments hesitation. "Haven't I taken care of Lilybell adequately? Have I not loved her enough? What do I have to do?"

Rowan didn't answer right away. "It's less about how you treat Lilybell and more how you treat everyone else. Like everyone is beneath you. Like we don't matter. If you can treat others that way, then it's possible you could treat her like that in the future."

"You are beneath me. I'm a god."

"That doesn't mean you have to act this way."

"I was taught-"

"That's no excuse."

Kallamar clenched his teeth in frustration. He knew it would be a mistake to let Rowan stay. The old bastard was going to ruin everything he'd worked so hard to maintain. If Shamura found out they would be so disappointed. But if he did away with Rowan, Lilybell would never forgive him if she found out. How could he please both of them?

"Bottom line is," Rowan continued, crossing his arms, "you aren't a good man. And I can't let Lilybell marry someone who isn't good."

Kallamar sighed. "Listen. There is no one more dear to me on this earth than your daughter. I will never mistreat her or harm her. I love her more than anything."

"What about Shamura?" Rowan gave him a side eye glance. "Lilybell said you two are very close. Who do you care about more?"

"They're both important to me! Lilybell can't be the only person in my life! Just like she can't be the only person in your life!"

Fair point, Rowan thought as an image of Merryn came into his mind. Maybe he was going about this the wrong way. Maybe if he could prove to Lilybell that Kallamar wasn't as good a person as she thought... it was a nasty plan, straight out of his wife's playbook and if it didn't work Lilybell could be upset. But if it did work, he could try to convince her to leave the temple for good. Maybe Merryn and Anna could come too.

"Okay." He dropped his arms, taking Kallamar by surprise. "I will allow you to marry my daughter, on the condition that you treat your followers better."

Kallamar wanted to roll his eyes but he stopped himself. "Thank you." Of course things would go back to the way they were once this was over and there was nothing Rowan could do about it.

"And, of course, I will handle your bachelor party. I'll ask Merryn to organize Lilybell's."

"What's that?"

Rowan stared at him. "What's what?"

"What's a bachelor party? I've never heard of such a thing."

"You don't have bachelor parties?" This was getting better and better by the second. "Basically it's your last night of freedom before you get married. There's usually drinking, dancing-"

"I resent the idea that my marriage be compared to punishment or slavery," Kallamar glared.

Rowan held up his hands. "Okay, poor choice of words. Still, it's a tradition. Lilybell will expect to have her own party. It will make her happy."

Kallamar narrowed his eyes at Rowan. Was he just trying to stall for time? "Fine. I'll indulge you. But I want this to be a formal affair. No nonsense. You have until tomorrow night to organize everything."

"But that's not enough-"

"Tomorrow. Night. No exceptions."

A few minutes later, the doors opened and Kallamar and Rowan stepped out into the lit hall. Lilybell gave each of them a tight embrace and gave Rowan a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, daddy."

Rowan pet his daughter on the head and watched her walk off with her fiancé. When they were out of sight he turned to a shrimp follower. "Do you know of any attractive young people who are looking to make some coin?"

"What, I'm not good enough for you?" The shrimp teased good-naturedly.

There wasn't much to use in regards to party planning. There wasn't much time to decorate any of the rooms, so Rowan and Merryn focused more on what they could use for entertainment. Merryn had an easier time with the women who had more a mind for such things and brought their own ideas to the table.

"Can we have flowers?" Lilybell asked excitedly. "And cake? I can't remember the last time I had cake! And we need to play games too!"

"This isn't a birthday party!" Merryn laughed. "Let me take care of everything, honey."

Rowan was not so lucky. Some men didn't want anything to do with him, even after learning about the party.

Just getting people together wasn't enough, they also needed some catering too. And that presented a new problem.

"No way," Mortamer growled. "First we gotta cater to this stupid wedding, now you want us to make more food for this stupid party that Lord Kallamar doesn't even want?"

"Not anything big," Rowan tried to reason, "just little stuff, finger foods, y'know?"

"Will there be booze?" An axolotl chef asked.

Mortamer shushed them. "We're not doing it."

Rowan thought to himself for a moment. "Ever heard of knucklebones?"

"Who hasn't?" The shark rolled his eyes.

"If I win two out of three games you will make the food for the party tomorrow night. You can even attend if you want. If you win, I'll never ask you for anything ever again. Deal?"

Mortamer smirked. "If it means I get to humiliate you, then you're on."

The board and dice were procured from the sleeping quarters and a group of people came to watch the two battle at the dining table. Some actually started to bet on who would win before they got started and loud cheering was heard all the way down the hall when a high number was rolled. Most games of knucklebones hardly ever last more than a few minutes. When Rowan won the first game there was a lot of grumbling and exchanging of coins while Mortamer stared down at the board in angry disbelief.

"You cheated."

"Calm down, it's only the first game," Rowan said, clearing the board.

The second game had the same outcome and Mortamer was even angrier than before. "Rematch! Best three out of five!"

"That's not what we agreed on!" Rowan argued.

"I don't care! I'm not letting some land-dweller beat me!"

This time the match ended in Mortamer's favor with a crushing defeat of one hundred and twelve points. The followers cheered loudly for their comrade and thumped him on the back. However, the celebrations did not last long; Rowan had won the fourth game.

"I believe that's that," Rowan said with a neutral expression, trying not to enrage the shark further.

It didn't work. Mortamer jumped up from his seat and violently shoved the board off the table. "Fuck you, you fucking prick! We're not giving you a damn thing!" He yelled before stomping away and leaving everyone in shock.

Rowan sighed, putting his face in his hands, when one of the cooks spoke up.

"Are we invited to the party?"

"Sure, but there'll be nothing to eat," Rowan mumbled into his hands.

"I don't mind making a few things if there's beer there," said the axolotl. "We already agreed to make stuff for the women, so..."

"Beer!" Someone cried. "Oh, my god! I haven't had beer in forever!"

"What about wine?" Someone else asked.

Rowan's mood was instantly lifted as more people became interested. "We can ask Kallamar. He can probably come up with something."

"I really think this is all a waste of time," Kallamar complained, watching as Shamura's workers rolled out a few barrels of beer and wine out of the cellar. "We never have such "parties" in the ocean. When we want to get married we just get it done as soon as possible. That's what I want, anyway. But Rowan is making such a big deal about it and now Lilybell is excited. I would rather be spending time planning the wedding."

"It may not be as miserable as you think. I know it can be frustrating to have to compromise with a mortal, but when you have more power and control you will be able to decide for yourself what is to be celebrated, no matter what anyone may say. I take it weddings are not an immense spectacle in the sea as they are elsewhere?"

"Those in power certainly had grand weddings. But with my cult the way it is now I doubt we could amount to much. We are surviving, not thriving."

Shamura was surprised at this. They expected Kallamar to be doing better by now. "What is it you need?"

"I was hoping to have a proper dinner afterwards, but the cooks insisted they would only be able to serve our regular fair. And then there is music but we only have two people in the cult who are musicians... if you can call them that."

The god of knowledge had no understanding of romance in general. It was one of the only subjects that eluded them. And, as much as they wished Kallamar would focus on growing his cult and becoming more powerful, they understood that he needed to be free to have his own happiness, even if they did not understand it. Besides, weddings were a great way to grow faith, at least from what they observed.

"I shall handle the catering and the music. It will take a few days, so you will be able to recover from the... "celebrations"."

Kallamar was so relieved that he wanted to hug the spider, but he refrained from doing so, knowing they may not like it. "Thank you, sibling! I owe you one!"

"Not at all. This is what families do for one another. I only hope you will not invite me to your party. You know I have no mind for such things. I hate mingling."

Kallamar scoffed. "No, I would not dream of asking you to embarrass yourself like that. But would it be too much to ask for you to come to my wedding? You needn't make any speeches or anything like that, I only ask for your support."

Shamura smiled warmly. "Of course, brother. It would be a good opportunity for Narinder as well, to have him witness such a ceremony."

Great, Kallamar almost said, wearing a wincing smile.

At long last, the parties were underway. Kallamar had the main hall while Lilybell had the dining hall. Kallamar had the recorder player at his party and Lilybell had the harp player. Gentle music wafted through the air as a red sunset filled the dining hall. Everyone was gathered around the alcohol and food, engaged in their own conversations.

"What type of wine is this?" Lilybell asked Merryn, swirling the drink in a regular drinking cup.

"That's white wine," Merryn explained. "It uses only the pulp and juice of grapes instead of the whole fruit. You must have had only red in the mountains, didn't you?"

"Most people made their own beer," Lilybell said. She gave the wine a sniff, and then a small taste. "Mm, it's good!" She said, licking her lips.

"Hey, everyone!" One woman shouted, "let's play truth or dare!"

Lilybell, Merryn, Anna and a few women came over and formed a circle. The usual questions were asked, how many partners have you had, where did you have your first kiss, how did you lose your virginity, and the like. For dares, one girl had to put her hand in the outhouse toilet, another had to moon the bachelor party.

When it was Lilybell's turn, she quickly chose truth, not wanting to know what kind of dare they might have had in store for her.

"Is it true you and Lord Kallamar have had sex?"

The lamb blushed brightly. She might have known this was what they would ask. "Yeah."

"Ooh"s went around the circle as the other women closed in on her.

"Is he really big?"

Lilybell fiddled with her hooves as her blush grew deeper. "I don't know, I never slept with anyone else."

"So you gave your virginity to him?"

"Okay, that's more than one question," Merryn interrupted.

"But she chose truth!"

"How does he not split you in half?"

"Uh, he makes himself small like us so we can... you know, do it properly."

That just made the women more excited.

"Did he use his tentacles on you?"

"What other kind of magic can he do?"

"Did he give you an orgasm?"

Merryn's second attempt to derail the personal questions was just as fruitless as the first. Lilybell tried to answer everything to the best of her ability, but the more questions they asked, the more she felt like maybe she was better off lying at first.

"Okay, that's enough," Merryn said forcefully, standing up. The women started to complain, but she ignored them. "Sweetie, why don't you take Anna and see if she'll have anything to eat? She didn't have a lot for lunch."

Greatful for a chance to get away, Lilybell took Anna to the table, filling up her cup with more wine. Anna idly picked at a bread roll without enthusiasm, as if sensing Lilybell's discomfort.

"I'll be okay, Anna," Lilybell said, swallowing a mouthful of wine. "I hope Kallamar is having a better time than us."

Meanwhile, in the main hall, Kallamar would have given anything for any kind of interaction at all. He swirled his barrel of wine idly, bored out of his mind. The rest of the men were doing their best to stay away from him, trying not to look at him at all. Even Rowan was no help; he kept talking to other people and ignored Kallamar when he got too close.

"Where are they?" Rowan asked the shrimp follower frustratedly.

"Trust me, they'll be here. My sister said a few of her friends were interested."

A few minutes later the doors burst open. Four women and two men ran into the room, wearing very little clothing, some carrying tambourines and castanets. They began to dance wildly to the percussive music, and the men started hooting and clapping along. The recorder player matched their tempo and the room was filled with music and shouting.

Kallamar took that moment to finally grab Rowan's attention, wrapping a smaller tentacle around his arm so he couldn't escape. "What the hell is this?" He hissed.

"Just some entertainment," said Rowan innocently.

What started out as simple entertainment quickly devolved into debauchery. Adding alcohol to the mix was not helping in the slightest. Dancers were grinding on the men shamelessly while clothes were discarded and lost, and a few people vomited from the excess of beer and wine. Kallamar was certain a few people were having sex under the tables.

Kallamar couldn't remember the last time he has been so disgusted. This was no longer a party, it was an appalling, chaotic mess. He was so glad he didn't ask Shamura to come. They would have been so disappointed. And this was all supposed to be for him! He wondered how Lilybell's party was comparing. Surely Merryn had enough sense not to expose his fiancé to such nonsense.

Screw this, he thought, setting his barrel of half drunk wine on the floor. He wasn't having any fun and he missed Lilybell. Those were more than enough reasons to leave.

The party quieted down uncertainly as Kallamar pulled open the doors to the hall, then immediately picked up again as he stepped out. Rowan almost panicked, running towards the door, pulling one of the girls with him.

"Go after him," he ordered in a hushed tone, pressing a gold coin into her hand, "throw yourself at him, whatever you have to do! Just make sure he doesn't leave!"

"Whatever, you weird old man." The girl bounded off after Kallamar, who was quickly making his way to the dining hall. When she finally caught up with him she grabbed his robes to try to force him into stopping. "Lord Kallamar, wait!"

Kallamar just yanked his robe out of her hands, refusing to address her further.

The girl didn't give up. She jogged along beside him, trying to get his attention. "Why don't you come back to the party? I can entertain you!"

"I doubt that very much," he snapped.

"I can dance for you... surely there's some way I can keep you company?" The inflection in her tone implied that whatever she had in mind was far from innocent.

That made him stop and turn to her, but the look on his face was not what she had hoped for. Instead of looking interested, he stared down at her with a glare that made her veins freeze. "Why would I ever want you when I am already taken?" He snarled. "You could never compare to my Lilybell. She is worth more than a million of you. You are no more than a tramp compared to her."

The girl gaped at him, certain she'd never felt so insulted in all her life. No man had ever turned her down before. "B-but what can she give you that I can't?!"

"A charming personality for one." He turned to walk away. "Now be gone. Your face entices me to vomit."

Throwing her nose in the air, the girl stomped away as Kallamar went in the other direction. Rowan tried to interrogate her when she returned to the party but she shoved past him, grabbing a cup of beer and downing it all in one gulp.

A part of Rowan was relieved his plan had failed. Even after the alcohol, the temptation to cheat didn't even seem to enter Kallamar's mind, even when someone practically invited him to do so. He snuck off after Kallamar at a distance, peeking inside the dining hall when he was sure he wouldn't be seen.

"Kallamar!" Lilybell got up to go to him but began to wobble after a few steps. Kallamar rushed over to stabilize her. She giggled airily, her face flushed and her breath smelling mildly of alcohol. "I feel funny!"

"She's had a little bit to drink," Merryn explained, slightly worried that Kallamar would be upset.

Lilybell laughed again as Kallamar sat down on the floor, pulling her into his lap. "Did you miss me?"

"Of course, my love. I hope you are enjoying yourself." He smiled down at her, petting her hair gently.

"I feel better now that you're here," she said, grabbing his hand and placing a kiss on the black skin.

Rowan found himself smiling too. Maybe he was wrong about Kallamar. Maybe everything would be okay. I guess there's nothing I can do now, he mused, but there wasn't any sadness in his heart at the thought. I guess I have a god for a son-in-law. Damn it, I still have to pay those people.

Kallamar stayed at the Bachelorette party with Lilybell for the rest of the evening. The main hall was a mess of drunken disorder the likes of which the temple had never seen, or would see in many years to come.

#cult of the lamb #cotl kallamar #Kallamar #kallalily #oc x canon #canon x oc #cotl oc

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year ago

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Hello! Could you write some HCs about going on vacation with Fenrys? Thank you!!

Waterfall

It would feel so surreal. Like waking up with nothing to do, no need to quickly get dressed and rush out the door. It's a gift to every single one of you from Aelin. A little chance to just forget about everything for a bit and relax. Recharge. Finally have a chance to spend time with significant others or family.

You and Fenrys decide to go to one of the cabins in the mountains. The day starts early because the climb is quite long yet you two aren't bothered by it. There's no rush to get there. And it's so soothing. The morning is still young. Birds are singing their morning tunes. There's the sound of a waterfall somewhere in the distance. Morning sunshine rays are seeping through the trees. It's so peaceful so beautiful.

You don't use your fea speed nor does Fenrys shift into his wolf form. You two are strolling down the stone path hand in hand. Fenrys is softly rubbing his thumb over your palm. He's the one carrying the bag you two had packed because well fea males, and he refused to let you lift even a finger while at it.

"What do you want to do when we get there?", Fenrys breaks the silence after a while, pulling you closer to him. "I packed a couple of books that I've been dying to get to", you hum, the thrill of getting to do something without being distracted. Plus if Rowan wasn't making it all up there should be a swinging chair on the patio and that accompanied by a big throw when the evening gets colder sounded like an absolute dream.

"I was thinking about something more active ", Fenrys sighs, "Like what? We're already hiking to get there", you stated calmly. Fenrys wiggled his eyebrows before stepping in front of you. "Oh, you horny little shit", you roll your eyes at him, shaking your head. "I've been denied for a week", he nearly cries out, "It's harmful to my overall health", he wines as you can't help but laugh at him, "If two days equal a week in your book, we are living in different concepts of time", you gently tap him onto his shoulder before pushing past him.

You knew well that this time away would unleash the neediest parts of Fenrys. He had always loved physical touch. It reassured him. Grounded him. So when busier spells pulled you two apart he always grew uneasy. His anxiety spiked and he got more frustrated. But you loved giving him love and making sure that his needs for closeness were met. So having him pressed to your side or sleeping on your chest for more than half of the day was more than fine by you. It meant that he trusted you. That he felt safe in your presence.

You felt him behind you, just didn't expect him to swap you off your feet as he twirled you around. With a little yelp, you wrapped your arms around Fenry's neck. "Put me down", you wiggled in his arms but his hold on you only tightened. "No, you need to rest for a bit", he stated firmly. Fighting him was near to impossible so settled in his embrace for now.

Then that same waterfall came into view. The specs of water glistening in the warm sun. Fenrys stilled as you two admired the view. It's been so long since you two came out here. So long since you two were younglings running around the forest. So long since Fenrys had kissed you here for the very first time.

"Should we take a dip?", you ask and Fenrys quickly lowers you to the ground. It feels surreal that he is here. Free of Maeve. Free of all the burdens. No longer chained and broken. No. He's brought back to life. You gently kiss the side of his neck before your fingers move to undo the buttons of his shirt. Fenrys freezes for a moment but the warmth of you brings him right back.

You don't talk while you two carefully undress one another. Soft, feather-like kisses are placed all over the exposed skin. Until you're there both naked and you cup Fenrys's face as you bring him closer for a soft kiss.

"A race to the water like the good old days?", you ask and Fenrys lets out a snort. "You still think you can beat me at it?", he teases and you let yourself smirk. With a quick tap on his bum you, take off running. Squealing when you hear a growl leave Fenrys's lips as he too darts your way. You quickly look back, frowning when you don't see him behind you and then you feel the same little spank on your bum before Fenrys is darting in front of you, leaping into the jump. Water splashes everywhere as he hits it.

The sensation is like no other. The cold water makes the blood rush faster in your system and the silence stops the world for just a second before you're brought back to the surface. Fenrys is already swimming closer to you, grinning because once again he had beaten you to it. His arms sneak around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. "Give up trying, sweetie", he purrs and you roll your eyes, "In your dreams, sweetie", you mock his tone slightly before wrapping your arms around him.

Fenrys kisses the side of your head as he moves you to sit more comfortably in his embrace, one hand coming up to brush away the strands of wet hair away from your face, "I love you", he mutters and you turn to meet his eyes, "I love you too", you nuzzle your nose against his softly. "Thank you for being my forever", your eyes gloss over slightly as you crash your lips to his, breathing him in and knocking all oxygen away from Fenrys's lungs, "I would have clawed my way to you, wolf", "I know and that's why I love you".

#fenrys moonbeam x reader #fenrys moonbeam #fenrys moonbeam imagine #fenrys x reader #fenrys imagine #tog imagine #tog x reader #throne of glass x reader #the throne of glass imagne #rowan whitethorn #lorcan salvaterre #the cadre

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cc-cobalt-1043 · 3 months ago

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Barbecue:

One summer evening on Pabu The bad batch were heading to Shep's house, he was hosting a barbecue and had invited everyone.

The kids were practically pulling the adults along in their excitement.

"Cmon dad, we've been walking forever." Joey whined giving Cobalt an almighty tug forward.

"We've been walking for two minutes bud." Cobalt said as he was almost pulled off his feet.

"Yeah, forever, we're gonna be late at this rate." Joey said.

"Relax Joey, we won't." Cobalt said.

Just minutes later they arrived at Shep's where the man greeted them with one of his signature smiles.

"Hello friends, glad you could make it." He said.

Shep looked to the kids.

"Lyana is in the backyard if you want to see here." He added.

Shep quickly stood aside as the kids and Batcher charged through the door.

Laughing heartily the adults followed through the door and went into the garden where the kids and Lyana were already engrossed in conversation.

Soon Wrecker and Shep had gotten the barbecue started and a smoky smell had now enveloped the garden.

Daniel and James were chasing batcher around the garden, Boba, Zander and Rowan were talking with Mox, Stak and Deke about different ships they had seen and flown and Omega, Kordi, Cynthia and Lyana were sitting together having a whispered the silence interrupted by their frequent giggles.

Other guests soon arrived including Rex and several clones from the rebellion, Riyo Chuchi, Emerie, Phee and to everyone's surprise Rampart along with Jax, Sami and Eva.

"Hello Edmon, glad to see you." Shep said.

"It's a pleasure Shep." Rampart nodded before going and sitting next to Emerie while Jax, Sami and Eva went to the other kids.

Soon Shep, Wrecker and Gregor announced that dinner was ready and the kids eagerly ran over, even batcher and Lucky got a plate of food each. After the kids had been served the adults got their share of food and everyone dug in.

"Good as ever Gregor, you continue to impress." Rex said after a mouthful of fried porg.

"Oh Rex you honey dripper Gregor giggled pretending to blush.

Rampart took a bite of a pirg wing and he suddenly started gasping for breath.

"...To hot.." He gasped out.

Crosshair handed him a bottle from the cooler which Rampart took a large drink from.

"Can't handle your spices Edmon." Crosshair teased.

"Usually I can, but that was spicy even by my standards." Rampart said.

"Sorry about that, that must have been one of my fireball wings." Fireball piped up.

"What's the difference?" Rampart asked.

"They're much spicier than normal porg wings, that's how I got my name, cause I love spicy food." Fireball said.

"I see." Rampart nodded taking another drink of water.

Daniel was typing away on his tablet while chewing away at a pork chop with a healthy amount of apple suacce on it.

Nemec sat down next to him.

"Whatcha working on Danny?" He asked.

Daniel swallowed his food and wiped some sauce off his chin before awnsering.

"My own starfighter, I'm hoping to build it one day, once I'm old enough to do so anyways." Daniel said.

"Can I see?" Nemec asked curiously.

Dan nodded and passed Nemec the tablet.

Nemec whistled impressed.

"That's a nice looking fighter, I'd hate to be on the wrong end of that." Nemec said.

Daniel nodded his thanks blushing slightly with pride.

Sunset was approaching and by now the younger kids were getting tuckered out.

Sami, James, Lyana and Omega were passed out against Batcher who was curled up on the grass.

Eva had crawled onto Rampart's lap half an hour ago and was out cold, head resting against her adoptive father's chest.

Rampart was chatting with Martha along with Daniel who was fast asleep on his mother's lap similar to Eva.

Cynthia and Katie were chatting, about something funny, the two giggling on occasion.

Boba, Jax, Zander and the triplets were huddled together talking in low voices while nearby Kordi read a book with Rowan lying across her lap fast asleep.

Meanwhile Tech and Phee reatreted too the roof where the two watched the setting sun.

"It really is beautiful isn't it?" Phee asked.

"It most certainly is." Tech nodded in agreement.

The two shared a kiss together as the sun set and the others had fun.

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legacyshenanigans · 9 months ago

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Rominis 🐺🐍

The Lads, leaving a club.

Sebastian: So anyway I said to- (??) Wait Where's Ominis?

Garreth: Sucking face with wolf man.

Sebastian: *turns and sees Ominis making out with Rowan in the club doorway* Ominis! Come onnnn!

Ominis: *shoos his hand towards the lads as he's still snogging Rowan*

Sebastian: Oh for god sake..

Garreth: There's no way we're gonna be able to drag him off, Rowan..

Leander: *staring at them* Damn...Thats so hot.

Garreth and Sebastian: *look at Leander*

Leander: *panics* I mean! N-No..I was talking about something else..I..I mean-

#rominis #rowan x ominis

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rorywritesjunk · 8 months ago

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Life is just a Ferris wheel

The kids decide to see if they can call Sunny and Buggy 'mom and dad' without incident.

Rating: G, the kids are adorable. They think they're being sneaky. The parents know they are not being sneaky but it's just domestic stuff. Oak gets upset tho and cries but it's okay!! And another lil surprise at the end.

Title comes from "Lullabye" by Fall Out Boy

It took the kids a while after Cedar calls Buggy "dad" on accident to start calling Sunny "mom" on purpose. The three talked about it in secret while they washed dishes, but really, with both adults sitting nearby, it wasn't really a secret because Buggy and Sunny heard their conversations but didn't butt in.

Rowan decided to go first, testing the waters when she and Sunny are working on the mending pile that has grown into a mountain. She pointed at the piece of beeswax on the table next to Sunny's elbow and asked, "Mom, can I use the beeswax?"

And Sunny didn't react much except with a smile as she handed it over to her. It was a successful mission for Rowan and she was excited to report back to the boys that it went just fine.

Cedar was next. He was the youngest, cutest (his words), and he knew Miss Sunny wouldn't have a problem if he called her mom. He had planned to do it when they were working on breakfast together - it was his turn to help her in the kitchen that morning - and he wanted to be slick and unsuspecting, but when his fingers accidentally grazed the hot skillet, burning and startling him, he shrieked, "Mommy!" in surprise. Sunny ran her dish cloth under the faucet, getting it nice and cool before wrapping it around his hand carefully as tears streamed down his cheeks.

"You'll be okay, sweetie, just keep this wrapped around your hand." She said, kissing him on the forehead before leading him over to a chair to sit down. His fingers hurt but he felt better since she didn't seem to react to him calling her mom.

Oak was the oldest, wisest, and well, he was just going to say it he decided. Sunny was standing with Buggy, discussing something that sounded important, when Oak marched over to her and stood by them with his arms crossed. Buggy frowned when he saw the boy but said nothing, continuing his discussion with his wife. It didn't sound like a good discussion, something about Sunny leaving and Oak didn't like the sound of that.

Sunny looked over at the boy when she heard him sniffle loudly, alarmed to see him in tears. She knelt down in front of him, checking his hands and arms for any injury as he cried, wiping at his eyes as tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Y-You're leaving?!" He cried as Sunny pulled him into her arms. "Wh-What did I do?"

"Oh, sweetheart, no, I'm not leaving you!" She insisted as she held him as his entire body shook with sobs. "No, no, you didn't do anything, but I'm not leaving, I promise!"

"Should've had the discussion in private." Buggy mumbled, looking uncomfortable as the kid continued to cry. "Ugh, it's not what you think, kid! Calm down!"

"Wh-hic-why did you say mommy was leaving?" Oak sniffled, looking up at Buggy. The Captain looked confused for a moment before remembering the conversation from seconds ago.

"We're visiting her parents, okay? It's not a big deal!" Buggy insisted.

Sunny rolled her eyes. "Yes, we are all visiting my mom and dad, but what we were talking about was how to tell you kids, that's all, because I didn't want to surprise you with this." She sighed and sat down on the deck, pulling the boy into her lap before looking up at Buggy. "I would have rather told them all at once, y'know."

Oak leaned into her, sniffing and rubbing his nose before looking up at her. She started stroking his hair gently, letting him relax in her arms.

"What I wanted to tell you kids was my parents are very excited to meet you, and if you guys want, they said you could call them Grandma and Grandpa, okay? But if you don't feel comfortable, that's okay too. I want you three to feel safe." Sunny told him as she held him tightly in her lap. "They think you three sound amazing and are impressed to meet our kids."

"We're your kids?" Oak asked, eyes wide, tears slowing down as he looked up at her.

"Yes! Of course you three are!" Sunny chuckled as she kissed him on the top of his head. "You three have been calling me mom all week, y'know, it's very sweet and I'm touched by that. And if you want, just start calling Buggy dad, he's fine with it."

"Hey! I'm still their Captain!" Buggy reminded her but Sunny grinned.

"And their dad. It's official." Sunny told him. "I'm making it official. Our kids can call us mom and dad if they want and it's fine."

Buggy huffed and crossed his arms. "Fine, on deck I'm Captain but everywhere else I'm dad!"

Sunny chuckled softly and looked down at Oak. "You can call him dad whenever, okay? Just like you can call me mom."

"Really?" The boy asked, looking between the two. "Promise?"

"Of course!" Sunny smiled. "I promise. You're all of our kids and we love you very much."

Oak believed her and nodded, wiping his nose on the back of his hand before hugging her. Buggy sighed and looked over at the piles of ropes, crates, and other supplies. He could see the top of the heads of the other two, no doubt listening in on the conversation. He would have left them alone but when Cedar popped his head up, locking eyes with Buggy for a moment, the pirate waved them over. The two scampered over and wrapped themselves around Sunny, chattering excitedly about calling her mom, about a new adventure, and well, it was sweet for a moment but Buggy needed the monsters to get back to their chores.

After they hugged Sunny and even him, they scampered off to finish their chores for the day. Buggy shook his head and huffed, looking over at his wife.

"Why didn't you tell them the other thing?"

"Because that's the next surprise." Sunny smiled as he held his hand out to her, pulling her to her feet. Once she was steady, he put his hand against her stomach with a frown. "It's way too early to feel anything, honey."

"I was just checking, geez!" Buggy grumbled. "Can't I touch my wife?"

"Considering that's how I ended up this way." She teased him before kissing his cheek. "I'm going to get things ready for dinner. Be good to them, honey."

Buggy sighed and let her walk away. He could barely manage these dependent kids, how was he going to manage a newborn as well?

#buggy the clown #mini fic #sunny x buggy #buggy's headaches #one piece oc #one piece fanfiction #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #oc x canon

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moony2moon · 1 year ago

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Oh hey, I guess we're doing a part four now for some reason- (Arc of a Scythe Incorrect Quotes because yes)

Rowan: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Your Honor?

Goddard: No.

Volta: I do!

Rowan: I know, Volta.

Volta: I'm sad...

Rowan: I know, Volta.

Esme: Why do people complain about being fat, I mean, what if someone wants to slash your throat? HAHA! TRY FINDING IT NOW SUCKA'!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Goddard: *Walking onto patio* First it was the maintenance man, and now *Points to a pot of basil on it's side* IT WAS GOD WHO F*CKED MY BAISIL!!!

Tyger: *Kicks the door down* MMmmm ma'dam! What if we perform an unholy act at the hour of midnight? HA HA HA HA! *Turns to leave* I joke.

Rand: *Just standing there*

Tyger: *Whips back around* BUT ON THE CONTRARY!!!

Greyson: *Getting attacked by Morrison* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thunderhead: Pardon?

Citra: HE RUINED MY DREAM JOURNAL!!!

Goddard: I did not! MR MORRISON, SEND HER TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE AND HAVE HER EXPELLED!!!

Citra: *Smacks Goddard*

Faraday: Story Time! It was common law that a flower be presented to the loveliest lass- *Giving rose to Curie*

Citra: *Takes the rose* Well of course that's me.

Unsavories: You think you're tough?

Slayd: Oh yeah... *Brushes teeth*

Unsavories: *Stares in confusion*

Slayd: *Pulls out bottle of orange juice*

Unsavories: No... *Backs up*

Slayd: *Chugs it*

Unsavories: *Runs of screaming* STAY AWAY!!!!!!

Rowan: When I think about my worries, and I think about my strife, this is what I simply say: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

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glimmering-brainfamily · 2 months ago

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System Intro

Hello all!

We're… we don't really have a system name! But for now we're going with the Glimmerfamily, just as a working title. We're a small system of mixed origin. We don't really have a collective name, but we'll all answer to Snail and we're fine with the collective pronouns they/them. The body is pushing 30 and we're autistic.

We're endo-supportive; possibly endogenic ourselves, or at least, we don't meet the critera for a DID or OSDD-1 diagnosis. We've tried to block mostly everyone posting in endo-negative tags, if we missed you just block us right back. No hard feelings.

Members of the family: 🐌 Snail, they/them. Host. 🌳 Rowan, he/him. Technically a Tulpa, no role. 🔥 Val, she/her. Original host, protector.

Individual member blurbs under the cut.

🐌 hiii!!! im snail, they/them. im the current host :3 i like playing video games, drawing writing, checkin out cool bugs, and all sorts of other stuff!!! i front the majority of the time :) if im signing off a post ive written ill use a snail emoji 🐌

🌳 My name is Rowan- pronouns he/him. I'm a tulpa, and the youngest member of the family, although aspects of my being have been floating around here and there since we were a small child. My favorite colour is green. I enjoy reading, cooking, and gardening. I front much more easily than Val does, often co-fronting with Snail or sharing tulpa space with them. The emoji I'll use to sign and tag my posts with is a tree. >🌳

🔥 I'm Val. Pronouns are she her. Im the original host but I havent bothered with any of that bs in a long time I dont Actually front much unless we're in an actively stressful situation, so you probably won't rly see me posting much unless its being passed along by one of the other members. Sitting calmly at our computer or scrolling tumblr on our phone doesn't really bring me out. (Except for right now. It's me who's laying in bed typing this. Maybe because I had an 8-hour long shift with shithead customers earlier today) If I'm signing off, I'll use a fire emoji. 🔥 …oh wait shit, the others talked about stuff they like. uh.. I don't.. really think about it much. fuck but that sounds so sad LMAO. whatever.. watch this space?

#system things #system intro #sysblr #endo safe #pro endo #🐌 snail tag #🌳 rowan tag #🔥 val tag

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leclerc-s · 8 months ago

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wait, there's another one of you?

series masterlist

isabellaperez posted new stories

this booger picked me up from the airport and then decided to mock me for buying food at the airport. little outfit change because it's not hoodie season in mexico. i ditched the booger and picked up my comfort food. no i will not be sharing, they're all mine.

lando norris someone want to explain to me who the guy in isabella's story is?

isabella perez my fucking brother? gael? dulce perez it's our brother.

charles leclerc wait, there's another one of you??

max verstappen how do you people not know this?

mae jones i didn't know...

daphne jones i did know, nice kid. i don't know how he's related to isabella.

sebastian vettel he used to come to races all the time, and then their dad died and he stopped coming.

dulce perez we all bonded with dad over f1. it was harder for gael because he was karting when dad passed. he gave up on the sport after that.

isabella perez haven't you heard, he's a big shot actor now. HE WORKED WITH THE SEBASTIAN STAN!!

penelope trevino your taste in men needs to be studied. under a microscope. isabella perez i don't really have a crush on sebastian stan. i have a crush on bucky barnes. it's very different. penelope trevino oh yeah, that makes so much sense.

max verstappen the worst thing is that he's a ferrari fan too 🙄

isabella perez HELL YEAH! FORZA FERRARI BABY!

charles leclerc LET'S GO!!

lewis hamilton i will never understand how checo's own blood aren't red bull fans.

dulce perez he was a ferrari academy driver with jules. it's practically in our blood to be tifosi. i just like to support my uncle, the other two are heathens.

isabella perez WE CAN SUPPORT UNCLE CHECO AND SUPPORT FERRARI AT THE SAME TIME DULCE!

esteban ocon we have to meet this guy!

lance stroll when can we meet him? carlos sainz are we allowed to meet him? dulce perez never. my brother will not be tainted by you nerds.

rowan todd listen, i understand the boys, but seeing as we work together with marvel. good luck keeping me away from him.

rowan todd wait-

rowan todd in the sense that, we're going to become besties. work besties if you will.

lance stroll pierre just let out a sigh of relief.

pierre gasly do you know how to shut the fuck up? if so, please do so. lance stroll why would i when you're so easy to tease?

max verstappen you have to bring him to a race soon. it's only fair! i will turn him into a red bull fan.

isabella perez listen, uncle checo driving for red bull is temporary, however long that may last, but ferrari is forever. you just have to deal with this max, uncle checo does.

carlos sainz max is just surrounded by tifosi isn't he?

max verstappen oh shut up carlos.

carlos sainz is the little one still a huge charles fan?

daniel ricciardo he called my move to mclaren the worst mistake of my life. daniel ricciardo he's also a little shit. but we love him max verstappen NO! YOU LOVE HIM! i tolerate him at best.

fernando alonso when you say patito, you don't mean pato o'ward, do you?

isabella perez i do! they were best friends growing up!

dulce perez wow, you are dumb.

isabella perez WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN??

dulce perez ask gael. maybe he'll answer the question.

lando norris someone could be in love with her and she would never notice.

daniel ricciardo i can't wait for the day i get to witness that

daphne jones don't be mean. she's not dumb, just oblivious.

pierre gasly this is like that time that guy asked for her number and she gave him dulce's number.

arthur leclerc WHAT THE FUCK? WHEN WAS THIS?

max verstappen arthur right now, probably

charles leclerc can confirm that is what arthur sounded like.

max verstappen at least someone appreciates my comedic genius. natalia ruiz he's in love with you charles leclerc literally shut up?

isabella perez WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT? HE ASKED FOR DULCE'S NUMBER?

rowan todd HE ASKED FOR YOURS! HE CALLED YOU PRETTY GIRL AND EVERYTHING?

isabella perez WHAT THE FUCK? HOW DID I MISS THAT?!

daphne jones like i said, you're oblivious.

freya vettel at least put us all out of our misery and ask out cute prema guy

isabella perez i can't.

esteban ocon the fuck do you mean you can't?

lance stroll wait. don't fucking say it isabella

isabella perez i got back together with austin

daniel ricciardo WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ISABELLA?

fernando alonso OTRA VEZ? ISABELLA, NO PUEDES SEGUIR HACIENDO ESTO! (again? isabella, you can't keep doing this!)

isabella perez but he said things would be different this time!

dulce perez THAT'S WHAT HE FUCKING SAID LAST TIME YOU MORON!

gael perez dime que no es verdad isabella! (tell me it's not true isabella!)

isabella perez that depends, what are we talking about?

dulce perez cut the bullshit. why would you do this?

isabella perez HEY YOU KNOW WHY! I LOVE HIM!

gael perez i'm gonna die and my sister's still going to be dating that lunatic.

dulce perez at this rate i'm going to get back with arthur and she's still going to be with him.

isabella perez let's talk about dulce's problems instead!

gael perez old news, we all know she's still in love arthur but in denial about it.

isabella perez by the way, was patito ever anything more than your friend?

gael perez i have to go.

isabella perez CLEARLY I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH PROBLEMS HERE!

isabella perez dulce is a snitch who's still in love with her ex and my brother dated his best friend.

dulce perez HEY FUCK YOU! WHAT HAPPENS IN THE SIBLING GROUP CHAT STAYS THERE!

max verstappen no, tell us more. as the children say, spill the tea sis.

mae jones i forget you have a broken childhood.

charles leclerc tell us something we don't already know.

dulce perez literally fuck you guys. i don't have to sit here and take this.

dulce perez i have class now.

pierre gasly coward.

dulce perez PIERRE'S IN LOVE WITH ROWAN BUT IS AFRAID TO ADMIT IT! MAX IS ALSO IN LOVE WITH MAE! AND CHARLES IS LOVE WITH NATALIA AND WE ALL KNOW THEY'RE SLEEPING TOGETHER!

dulce perez call me a coward again gasly. i know all your secrets.

lance stroll she's sort of scary sometimes.

daniel ricciardo she's a middle child. of course she knows everything.

daphne jones i love her.

max verstappen i'm kinda scared of her now. what else does she know?

dulce perez i know everything verstappen. all of you confide in me because i'm the only 'normal' one here.

dulce perez AND I KNEW ABOUT DANIEL'S PROPOSAL BEFORE ANYONE ELSE SO SUCK IT FUCKERS! (except for seb, lewis, and nando. i love you guys.)

mae jones RICCIARDO! YOU TOLD ME I WAS THE FIRST TO KNOW!

daniel ricciardo would you look at the time. i have to go walk my kangaroo.

fernando alonso coward!

daniel ricciardo no shame about it!

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¡leclerc-s speaks! if i hadn’t mentioned this character before that’s because he was literally made up like last week. i also just love danny ramirez and i had to include him somehow. this entire series is just me putting together all my interests in one. also my love for pato, i love him so much. i have too many stories and don't have time to update them all so i just create more to ignore the bigger issue.

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