#OK ending this here is me telling myself that I have to stop and sleep

[randomingoftherandomness]

Fic: you've got the key to my heart (Qiubing)

A/N: I forgot I get motion sickness. Oh, Gab, how did you forget you get motion sickness? Answer is, because I'm a dumbass sometimes and am occasionally prone to the miseries :S

Tagging @snicker-doodles @xinyuehui 💖 @wuxia-vanlifer as well if you are OK with me tagging you 💗

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"Why?"

Qiu Qingzhi doesn't look up from where he is writing out his report with his uninjured hand. It's due in a month, but might as well get a head start on this and all the non-urgent paperwork.

Anything to give him enough reason not to look Li Bing in the eyes.

"Good evening, Vice Minister Li. I do hope you didn't sneak into my residence just to ask me a question without context."

He feels Li Bing's scowl more than he sees it - - a sort of familiar wavering in the air that tickles an old instinct in him to appease and soothe over whatever that has made the other man unhappy.

"Do not play the fool with me, Qiu Qingzhi, I know you better than that," Li Bing seethes, taking a half step forward. The shadow he casts looms over the wet glint of the drying ink.

Qiu Qingzhi sighs.

"Why do any of this?" He asks around a tired chuckle. Settling the pen brush on its holder, he grunts a little as he unfolds himself from his sitting position, revealing to Li Bing the extent of his injuries.

Li Bing is wide eyed when their gazes meet. It's a dirty trick to get him to stop being upset, but it's one that Qiu Qingzhi knows would work. As much as he is an open book to the other man, Li Bing is to him, too.

He stands as still as possible when he takes a full stride to him. Then a step, tentative and careful. A hand raised, tenderly, slowly. Dark eyes look into his own, waiting for a slight tip of his head before moving again to touch.

Honestly, it looks worse than it feels.

Qiu Qingzhi hadn't hesitated even for a beat to pull Li Bing out of harm's way today. There had not been any thought, only instinct. Some things can't be shaken off in the passages of time, and for Qiu Qingzhi, he'll always be first in line to put his body and soul down to protect his most precious person.

"You're bleeding through the bandages," Li Bing murmurs, tracing the puckered edges of the dressing that has started to darken with red.

"I can change it out after you leave," Qiu Qingzhi says, equally as hushed. The curious curl of hurt in Li Bing's eyes is a surprise.

"Do you... Want me to leave?"

Despite his better judgement, he finds himself saying, "Will you even want to stay?"

The touch that brushes over his skin turns insistent. "Why did you save me today?"

It's a test. Qiu Qingzhi has never been fond of tests.

To tell him the truth would ruin everything he had planned. Every sin, every single ruinous thing he has ever done, every regrettable outcome, every time he tore his soul in two in the hopes of keeping him safe. Every step he had taken to protect this man before him would be in jeaprody if he knew...

If he only knew how much Qiu Qingzhi loves him. Has loved him since the day he shared a plate of biscuits with a runaway slave and protected him. Has loved him through the days and the months and the years, and has never once stopped.

He would give up more than an arm if it means Li Bing could be safe and hale.

But for his bravery on the battlefield, he has no words. Nothing pretty to string together that could be worthy of the truth. So, Qiu Qingzhi carefully takes the hand on his collarbone and brings it over his heart. "You ask me why, but have you ever stopped to ask yourself that? Why are you here, if you don't already know the answer?"

"I..." Qiu Qingzhi tightens his careful hold on Li Bing's hand, shivering a little under the intensity of his gaze. "You have the keys to my heart. You are the only one I have adored most ardently, and I... I..."

Li Bing surges forth, wrapping him up in his arms in a tender hold. Mindful of his injuries, he tucks his face against Qiu Qingzhi's neck lips to his pulse. The sensation burns and the General exhales with a shudder.

"I never asked for this."

"I know," Qiu Qingzhi croaks out, heart hammering in his chest. "I know and I am sorry."

"You fool," Li Bing hisses, pulling back. The corners of his eyes are red-rimmed. "You should have said something earlier..."

"I had to prove myself worthy of you," Qiu Qingzhi manages, willing him to understand. He has no defence against this man. Not when he is smiling back at him, knocking their foreheads together.

"You were always worthy to me."

[planetaryupscaled]

Disenchanted 4: Pump & Dump

Male Reader x Karina

Tags: 7k, anal, blackmail, cheating, creampie, dp, foursome, oral

The story is not ours, we alternate the original story to match our desired settings.

It took a couple of days for the gravity of our meeting with Yeonjun and Hajoon to sink in. The notion of it all was earth shattering, the fact that both Karina and I were being held to ransom by two people I once believed to be trustworthy.

Yeonjun especially, was someone I thought I could rely on; it was painful to see how the situation unfolded, like a car crash in slow motion, with both our reputations and careers hanging by a thread. He had shown his true colors that day; his opportunistic vulture-like characteristics had emerged, and he was determined to reap the benefits.

In the cold light of day, I couldn’t say I blamed him. Just…there’s this part of me that wishes they would not stoop to such lows just to spend one night with Karina, but who am I to judge? I was sleeping with a married woman while simultaneously having drinks with her down trodden husband. Perhaps this was my comeuppance, my payment coming home to roost, my punishment.

Despite my misfortunes, it was Karina I really felt for. I could tell the impending meet up with Hajoon and his little stooge was weighing heavy on her mind. The way she had lost that spring in her step, her usual commanding confidence was being whittled down, day by day in silent trepidation about what was to come. Karina and I spoke for hours on the phone and in person to try and figure out a way to stop this, to find another solution to come back to the table and bargain our way out. It was all in vain, they had us up against the wall, cornered with nowhere to go.

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The air was thick that night, humid and muggy, almost as if the weight of what was about to happen was in the atmosphere. I looked at Karina as we drove up to the Hajoon residence, clutching her hand as we left the city.

“We don’t have to do this...” I said, my voice calm and controlled.

She looked gently into my eyes, bringing my hand to her lips.

“It’s ok, we have come too far to get our lives ruined by some preppy junior marketer and an old fart.” She said, her voice laced with spite.

“Seriously…Karina, I can turn back- and...” I started.

“Runaway together?” She finished, leaning over to kiss my lips.

“Thats sweet...it really is...and I love that you want to protect me even though it will end up in your career blowing up in the process...but we have to do this, I have to do this.” Karina replied.

Her determination and ruthless business woman side coming to the fore, she was seeing this as a transaction, nothing more nothing less, a necessary means to an end.

“You love...” I started, looking over at her pretty face.

She smiled, blushing momentarily before looking over at me.

“Yes...I love you.” She spoke, kissing me once more.

“Don’t- you don’t have...” She began.

“I love you too...” I replied, a warm smile overcoming my face.

Karina smiled affectionately, running her hand across my arm before kissing my cheek.

“What?” I asked playfully.

“It’s just...those words, this admission is a big thing, yet here we are making our way to a car crash of an evening.” She said solemnly.

I shook my head in disgust, reassuring her that everything would work out, that everything would be ok. There was silence in the car for a few minutes as we neared our destination before Karina spoke out again.

“You know it’s funny...every time I’m with Jaewook...I find myself closing my eyes and thinking of you. It makes it go faster, it’s better that way. But now you are here, with me...” She said smiling, grabbing a crystal decanter out her bag.

“Just keep your eyes on me, the whole night. We will get through this.” I replied kissing her once more.

“Is that 20-year-old Jaewook’s?” I asked with a smirk.

“He’s gonna be pissed!” I said.

“No babe, it’s me that’s gonna get pissed.” Karina replied.

“I want to remember as little as I can of what goes down tonight.” She said, taking a swig from the bottle.

We pulled up at the gates, the iron structure parting slowly like a lair to an evil dictatorships base camp. The driveway was illuminated with spotlights leading up to an impressive looking, stone mansion. Situated just outside the city, Hajoon looked like he had acres of land, stretching as far as the eye could see as the sun began to set.

“You ready?” I asked Karina, my voice as calm as it could have been, given the circumstances.

Karina nodded, smiling and getting out the car ironically dressed in the same short black dress she was wearing the night I felt her up on the phone to her husband all those months ago. Her bronze skin glowed with sexiness as the sunlight hit her skin, striding confidently up the marble steps and knocking on the front door.

Naturally it was not Hajoon who answered, but a maid, offering us a drink and requesting we follow her up the grand staircase. The house was more modern looking inside than I had first envisaged, family portraits of past “Hajoon’s” lined the walls, illuminated by lights to give a dramatic welcome into the house.

“God, they love themselves don’t they.” I whispered under my breath.

“Do you think they are all cocks?” I followed up.

“Minho!” Karina replied quietly.

“Probably.” She continued, laughing into her palm.

I could see the alcohol slowly sinking in, her tipsiness was getting a little stronger as she took another hit of whisky before we arrived at two large doors. The maid knocked twice, before being asked to come in with Hajoon dressed in a pinstripe suit together with Yeonjun already prepped in a bath robe. He made me sick, I could have thrown him off the balcony right there and then.

“Glad you could make it.” Hajoon said, surveying Karina’s tight frame.

“You look...amazing tonight, as always Karina.” He said, taking a sip of wine.

“I would offer you a drink, but it seems you already have that taken care of.” He said smiling.

“Let’s get this over with.” Karina retorted, motioning to the mobile phone on the table.

“Na ah, I will delete once this is over.” Yeonjun said cooly.

“No, you delete it now.” Karina replied, standing firm.

“She will keep her word.” Hajoon replied, motioning for Yeonjun to do what he was asked.

Like a pawn he yielded, showing us the phone and deleting the video, pictures and anything else associated with that day.

“I suppose there is no cloud back up either?” I asked.

“There is none.” Hajoon replied.

A manipulative old fool he maybe, but a liar he was not.

“Shall we begin?” Hajoon asked, handing Karina a contract.

It was the transfer of his shares once he retired, going fully over to Karina. I quick squiggle and it was done, now the hard part.

“A few conditions.” Karina said confidently.

“Go on...” Hajoon said intrigued.

“No kissing on my lips under any circumstances and I do not and shall not swallow.” She said.

“After tonight, this is it, this is the only time you will be able to have me.” She followed up sharply.

The two just nodded, agreeing with the terms and walked forward, their eyes lighting up with desire as Karina backed herself onto me.

“You ready?” I asked.

“Yeah...”

Karina pressed her rear onto my crotch grinding her body against my chest. I had to admit, my trepidation and even jealousy of having to share her with these two vile people was becoming slowly overturned with lust. Feeling Karina rock her hips against mine gave me instant wood as she widened her stance, showing off her toned, pale legs in all its glory before knocking back one another shot of whiskey.

“Cum in me first.” She whispered, grinding deeper into my crotch as I drifted my hands under her dress.

She was moist, almost too moist as I felt her cream leak through her silky underwear, the grool from her pussy forming strands on my fingertips the moment I pierced her cunt.

“Unghh...” Karina moaned quietly, beckoning the other two to walk forward.

I could see her eyes in the mirror locked on mine, egging me on to keep going, to please her. I did exactly that, slipping my hand between her panties and rubbing decisively at her throbbing clit. The moisture emanating from her pussy was overwhelming as I use my left hand to penetrate her folds while the other pinched at her tender clit and played with her slick labia. Karina eased herself over as Hajoon and Yeonjun stepped forward eagerly awaiting their turn. The sound of the Hajoon’s zipper being draw down was strangely erotic as the old man popped a blue pill, no doubt viagra as his cock slowly sprang to life. Yeonjun was now undressing, cupping Karina’s face as she grasped his exposed dick along with Hajoon’s gently jerking their shafts. I could see the pleasure coursing through their bodies as Karina encircled both of their slits with her thumb, pressing down gently while continuing to pump their dicks in her delicate hands, fisting their meat till both men started to dribble pre cum from their tips.

“Suck...” Hajoon said, running his fingers through her hair.

Karina looked back at me, nodding for me to ramp it up as I dragged my tip along the outside of her slit, her juices coating my crown in a delectable, warm sticky fluid before I thrusted forward, penetrating her sex with force, pushing her mouth onto Hajoon’s length while she held Yeonjun’s twitching cock in her other hand.

“Uhmm...mmh...mmm...” Karina moaned, her lips humming around the old man’s meat.

I watched in awe as she used her lips to pleasure his cock, coating him in her saliva whilst he used her mouth. Hajoon started rocking his hips, gripping her head softly while she fed on his dock, her right hand shifting to his sack while she continued to jerking Yeonjun.

“That’s a good girl, just like that.” Hajoon said, while Karina painted his shaft with spittle.

With a few more bobs of her head, she released him from her mouth, leaning back onto me and kissing me on the lips as I sucked on her exposed tongue. My cock was buried right up inside her married cunt, tensing and flexing inside her womb as my tip smashed up against her cervix. Unzipping the back of her dress, the fabric dropped to the floor, her sexiness exposed at last while I attacked her sex with my meat, slipping my thumb inside her ass and gripping her hips for leverage while I ploughed inside her slippery pussy.

“Minho- Minho...cum... cum inside me...” Karina chanted.

Her walls were milking my shaft at an alarming rate as I saw Yeonjun lose patience, grabbing Karina by her hair and easing her lips onto his cock. She took him no problem, sucking down on his cock with reckless abandon as he rolled his head back in pleasure.

“Fuckk...Karina...” He moaned.

Her mouth was in overdrive as I fucked her from behind, raising her right leg to spear her cunt deeper as Yeonjun and I spit roasted the mother of three. She was close, convulsing on my lap as I pumped more of my cock into her twitching slit, watching her feed on Yeonjun as he held her face and forced all of his dick into her warm mouth.

“Mmhh...nghh…mmhh.” Karina moaned around his meat as her legs started to buckle.

“Gluck...gluckk...gluckk...” Were the sounds of Karina’s mouth, Yeonjun clearly brushing her tonsils as her eyes started to well up.

Yeonjun and I held her in place, our thrusting, slamming ever deeper into her, stuffing her with cock at both ends as the inevitable came to fruition. I came first, my balls churning as I felt Karina shudder in my grasp, her pussy clamping down on my shaft as she climaxed hard on my meat. My balls churned wildly, as I unloaded inside her fertile cunt, spraying my seed into her womb as I pumped her full of my cum, thrusting hard into her wanting cunt like a wild animal. Yeonjun followed, almost immediately after, twitching uncontrollably as he unloaded deep inside her mouth, his seed dribbling from the corners of her lips as she worked his cock with her soft tongue. We were filling her up on both ends, pumping our sperm into her mouth and pussy all at once which she took without complaint, moaning around Yeonjun’s cock as she finally released him, opening her mouth and letting his cum fall out of her in its entirety, forming a milky puddle on the tiles. This sordid scene appeared to have set Hajoon off who was avidly jerking his veiny cock beside her, grabbing Karina by the back of the head and pointing his tip at her forehead.

“Ouhhh...Karina...” The old man moaned, sighing loudly as he unloaded on her face.

He painted her perfect lips and nose with his globulous load, thick and stringy in appearance as spurt after spurt flowed onto Karina’s face, creaming her skin in a translucent film of spunk. I t was like a scene from a porn as the four of us stood panting heavily, my cock still buried inside Karina as I gripped her hips to balance her uneasy legs.

“The bed...lets go to the bed.” Hajoon said out of breath.

The Viagra must have done the trick as his cock was as still as hard as ever, twitching in anticipation of what was to come. Karina took another hit of whiskey after wiping her face clean with a towel, the taste of salt and sperm now replaced with alcohol.

“You ok?” I asked, kissing her on the cheek.

Karina smiled, drunken and dazed, a lusty glaze in her eyes, one I was well accustomed to by now as she kissed me passionately on the lips, sucking on my tongue as she whispered in my ear.

“I... want...you...in my mouth.” She said softly, pulling me by my cock and lying on her side.

Without hesitation, Karina took my soft dick between her lips and started to suck. Her lips covering every inch of my shaft as she used her soft hands to gently palm and squeeze at my sack. It didn’t take long to reach full mast again as I held her by the face and gently pumped my cock into her moist mouth.

“Fucknggh…nghh...mmhh” Karina , screamed, wincing her eyes.

Hajoon had rammed his fat cock deep inside her pussy as she lay on her side. Her legs were bunched up in the Fetal position as he aggressively attacked her cunt with his dick, stuffing her with his meat repeatedly. The sounds of his hip slapping against her ass were brutal as Karina tried her best to concentrate her sucks on my cock. Her lips feebly wrapping around my shaft as Hajoon fucked her hard from the other side. It was something that set me off, the sound of flesh smashing together that triggered my inner animal. I gripped her face, looking her deep in the eyes as forced my twitching cock into her throat. I was using her face as my personal pleasure hole, skull fucking the married woman as I felt her lips clamp on my cock hard. Karina was shaking, Hajoon had hit the right spot grinding his hips as he buried his cock inside her cunt unloading his seed into her pussy.

“Grrhh...that’s right Karina, good girl, take it, take it all.” Hajoon grunted, pumping her cunt one last time as he fucked my cum out of her cunt and replaced it with his own.

Karina was a mess, a cum dazed mess as saliva dribbled down the side of her lips, spunk now leaking profusely out her slit as she rolled over onto her back. Yeonjun was eying her like a tiger, shifting his weight forward as he caressed her sticky thighs.

“Open...open your legs, Karina.” He whispered in her ear, licking the length of her neck.

She was too lust drunk to even protest as she spread her thighs for him, inviting Yeonjun to penetrate her well fucked pussy. He did just that, thrusting hard and deep into her pussy as his cock bottomed out inside the married woman. Grinding his hips, I was sure his tip was rubbing up against her cervix as Karina hung her head off the side of the bed.

“Unghhh...oh...ohhh...goddd...” She screamed, her arms clawing at my thighs.

“Is that all you have...? fuck me like you mean it you pussy!” She yelled at Yeonjun.

It set him off, as he gritted his teeth, his hips in overdrive as he fucked her like a bunny rabbit, grasping at her pert breasts while ramming his meat up inside her silky pussy. I could see her cream encapsulate his cock, Yeonjun’s balls slapping her pristine pussy lips.

“Take it...is...this...what...you...want...” He growled slamming her over and over again.

“Unghh...nghhh...Minho- Minho please...” She pleaded, opening her mouth and extending her tongue.

I rushed forward, supporting her head in my hands as I eased my cock between her lips once more. Squatting down I pumped my cock into her gullet, using her mouth like a glory hole as I felt her lips sheath my shaft, spit drooling at the sides of her mouth while my balls slapped up against her forehead.

“Take it...fucking...take…it...” I yelled, losing control.

Karina scratched at my inner thighs, her tongue now coating the top of my cock with spit as I began to cum. I held her face steady pumping hard and deep into her mouth as my tip exploded inside her throat, feeding her the much-needed seed she desired. Wave after wave of my cum coated her mouth, as she expertly held my base and pumped at my cock, sucking down my sperm into her stomach. Looking down, I could see her actively swallowing every last drop of cum, her throat bulging as I fuelled her mouth with my pent up salty cum.

“Agghhh...yesss...fuckkk” Yeonjun yelled, thrusting hard into Karina.

His hips were twitching, seeding her married pussy for the third time that night as we both pumped our sperm into her at both ends once more. Karina gyrated her hips, feeling the warmth of both loads enter her body as she turned to the side to suckle on my sack.

“Why do you swallow his?” Yeonjun asked.

“He...he can do whatever he wants to me.” She said breathlessly, smiling up at my face.

We stayed like this a mere minute or so before Hajoon came back into the action, slapping her ass in enthusiasm.

“I want your ass.” He said with a look of pure lust on his face.

I could not keep up at this rate so I asked for the blue pill to kick me into overdrive. The old man laughed, pointing me to the drawer as I took it down with some water. It was like a magic pill, my cock suddenly awakening, sore but absolutely rock hard. Yeonjun declined respectfully, tending to Karina’s breasts as he suckled on her nipples, sucking down hard as she rolled back in the covers in ecstasy.

Walking over I gave Karina a knowing look, grabbing her hips and flipping her over onto my lap.

“You want a ride baby?” I asked, winking at her.

Karina smiled flirtatiously, grabbing my length with her sweaty hands and grinding her sex onto me. It felt amazing being inside her warmth again, the spunk of the previous occupant leaking onto my thighs as her cunt made a squelching sound as she bottomed out on my lap. Yeonjun was standing above us, leaning on the backboard. As if on cue, she knew what to do, parting her lips and taking him into her mouth.

“Shit Karina...” Yeonjun moaned, clawing at her hair as he fed her his cock.

“Thats right Karina...bend over for me” Hajoon chimed in, pushing her mouth forward onto Yeonjun’s cock as she took him into the back of her throat.

Hajoon had a clear run at her now exposed rosebud as I pistoned in, up inside her pussy, slapping my balls up on her ass. I could feel Karina tense up the moment Hajoon entered her, her hips bucking slightly as he thrust with full force filling her asshole with his cock. All four of us found our rhythm quite quickly as I thrust my cock up inside Karina’s tight cunt, Hajoon would slide out of her anal cavity while Yeonjun would pump his cock into her throat. It was like a complicated machine made out of human body parts.

Karina’s breasts were bouncing all over the place as Hajoon gathered speed, splitting her ass open with his fat cock as he filled her anally, I could hear the slaps of flesh again and the squelch of bodily fluids emanating from between her legs. She was enjoying this, her pussy creaming all over my cock as her cunt glistened with grool.

“Nghh...mmfff...fuck...fuckk...shittt...” Karina wailed between sucks, saliva now dripping on to my face from her rapid slurps.

Her body was being stuffed with three cocks simultaneously, she was well and truly airtight. At this angle I could spear her g-spot with cock. Spreading her ass cheeks for Hajoon to violate her anus, I thrust upwards hard, grinding my hips against her clit till I felt her sacred spot with my tip. I held her here while I prodded and rubbed against her most sensitive parts, filling her womb with my meat as my cock stretched her pussy out.

“Karina...Karina...suck…keep...sucking me.” Yeonjun grunted.

I could feel myself approaching too, gripping her body close as I continued to thrust up inside her wanting cunt with my slick cock, spearing her folds with my dick as Hajoon began speed up frantically fucking her rump.

“Karinaaa…nghhh.” Hajoon groaned, gripping her hips and fucking her deep in the ass.

I could feel her lower half convulse, no doubt taking his load deep inside her anal cavity as Yeonjun followed suit, unloading wildly into her mouth while my tip exploded between her legs. All three of us were seeding her at the same time, our cums being fired into her ass, pussy and mouth together as one. Sperm flowed from her lips as she spat Yeonjun’s load out on to the pillow, a bit dribbling down her face as she pumped his straining dick on more time. Her hips gyrating slowly while my spasming cock eeked out the last drops inside her dripping well fucked pussy, creampie number four for the night.

Hajoon rolled of, slapping her rump once more before lying back on the Egyptian cotton sheets.

“Come...” He said, directing Karina to him.

“Crawl to me...” He whispered.

Karina complied, her face smeared with cum and spittle as she crawled, cum oozing from her red raw ass and well fucked pussy.

She was tired, her arms weak as she crawled across the bed on onto Hajoon’s lap, His cock was still hard, as he beat his meaty cock in his hands waiting for Karina’s mouth to engulf him. It was a highly arousing sightseeing Karina, normally the dominant one in the work environment, being tamed and compliant as she joined his hands with hers, squeezing his fleshy cock as she bent down and took him in her mouth. The sounds that came from her mouth were sexual, the way she coated him with her full lips, slathering her saliva along his shaft as her tongue travelled the length of his base till she reached his balls. Taking each orb in her mouth, Karina suckled, feeding on his sack while pumping away at his cock, now slick with spittle. Her grip was getting harder as I saw Hajoon jerk his hips, grabbing the sheets. The image of Karina’s ass was too hard to resist as I looked down at my slick cock, covered in god knows what fluids, twitching to be tagged in. As if reading my mind, Karina looked back at me, wiggling her ass as I positioned myself behind her pert rear.

“Ass up...face...down...” I said, pressing her back forward so her rear jutted out into the sweaty night air.

Karina licked her lips, looking back at me as she took Hajoon in her mouth once more.

“Mmnghh...mmhhh...” She moaned on his cock as I wasted no time.

Thrusting forward with precision, I speared her asshole with force, pushing the excess cum from her crack out all over the sheets as a new tenant occupied her anal cavity. It was a sticky affair, her tightness lubricated by someone else’s cum, Hajoon’s to be precise. It allowed me to get in and out faster, slamming my cock into her bowels as my meat stretched her out. Looking over at Yeonjun he had passed out form tonight’s sordid events.

“Pffttt Rookie...” I said under my breath as I continued to fuck Karina’s ass.

“Unghhh...ughhh...fuckkk...nghhh.” Karina wailed, releasing Hajoon’s cock from her mouth as she felt me bottom out in her shitter.

Her walls were tightening, the cum form her ass now fully excavated as I drilled her rump from behind with deliberate pumps of my cock. Hajoon was twitching like a madman, holding Karina’s head in place while his shaft started to pulse. The first spurt getting her in her eye before she recovered and took him into her mouth once more, sucking up the rest of his cum.

“Karinaa...suck...suck me...” Hajoon said breathlessly, as Karina hoovered his cock.

The meat between her lips finally going limp as she dribbled his salty seed on his lap, resting her tired face on his thighs as I neared my crescendo too. Leaning forward and rubbing at her sex with my hand we frigged her throbbing clit together, Karina and I, hand in hand as my orgasm approached. She began to shake, her voice raspy and ragged as the contractions came. Thighs trembling, Karina started creaming on my palms again, her sticky grool was everywhere as I penetrated her ass hole.

“Cumm...fucking...cummm.” Karina yelled in rapture as I exploded inside her bowels.

A warm rush of seed flooded her anal canal, coating her inside in my sticky load as my orgasm triggered hers, trembling in my arms as I violated her asshole with my cock, pumping an ever increasing amount of sperm into her anal cavity.

“Fuck…fuck...keep pumping me.” Karina said, breathing heavy as she leant back on me.

I did what she said, flexing my hips as I fed her rump the last few spurts of my twitching cock. We were all shattered, Karina no doubt the most, her limbs turned to jelly and body covered in sweat and bodily fluids. She had been filled to the brim tonight, stuffed by three men simultaneously as we pumped our seed into her tight body. Nevertheless, the sultry vixen just looked deep into my eyes, as she flicked her hair in my direction.

“Take me home Minho...” She said, kissing me softly on the lips.

—

Driving back to my place that night with the wind blowing on my face through the open window sent a much needed shock to my system. The cool morning air hit me like freight train, bringing me back to earth as I stared at Karina sleeping in the passenger seat beside me. She was absolutely wrecked, her inner thighs still smeared in god knows who’s seed, remnants from the absolute railing she had received that evening. We were relentless, not giving her a seconds rest all night, just one position after the next, unloading our cums deep inside her writhing body till she overflowed with it all, twitching in pleasure, drunk on lust.

“Hey... Karina, we are home.” I said, scooping her up and opening the front door.

There was no response aside from a light moan as we ascended the stairs setting her down softly on my bed. Sweeping her hair to the side I stood there for a moment, admiring her beauty, tracing the outlines of her hips and waist with my eyes before a sudden vibration on the bedside table pulled me back to reality. It was Jaewook, his name was flashing up on Karina’s screen. There was a moment’s hesitation where part of me wanted to answer it and tell him all about what had just happened, but I decided against it. The cruelness of it all was strangely intoxicating, knowing and doing all this behind his back as bad as it was, was never bad enough for me to stop. I wanted her and vice versa but deep down I knew something had to give, we could not keep this secret from Jaewook for much longer.

—

“Morning sleepy head.” Karina said, dancing her fingers along my forehead.

“Uhmm...hey...you.” I replied, my eyes adjusting to the sunlight.

“How are you feeling...?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“OK...a little stretched you could say.” She replied playfully slapping my arm.

Karina had changed into a silky purple nightie, most probably after I passed out from the warm shower before bed. Studying her pale legs over the cotton sheets, I could still see the hand prints on her exposed thigh, most probably from Hajoon who really went for it that night.

“Mmmm...look what that old guy did?” Karina said, noticing the shock on my face after seeing the marks.

“Yes...we really did a number on you last night...” I replied sheepishly.

“Yes...you did...” She replied, blushing slightly as she covered up her legs under the sheets.

“Listen...about last...” I started, my voice laced in guilt seeing what she had to go through just to save my skin.

I had to admit I enjoyed it last night, it was raw, uncut pure sex. It was unlike anything I had ever done or likely ever to do again, but it came at a price. Karina and her dignity, one she once proudly wore had taken a battering that night. It was strange to think that the days leading up to it all, we both were fraught in trepidation, yet once we were in the moment, it somehow felt liberating.

“It’s ok...” She said, her eyes fixed on mine.

“Truth be told...I...” Karina stuttered slightly.

I knew what she was going to say, I could read it on her face last night, as we locked eyes and I flooded her womb for the nth time.

“You...” I said slowly.

“Liked...it...” She let out with a sigh.

Her face blew up in a bright red color as she registered what she had just said. My smile was telling, almost mocking her, to which she just hit my arm lightly and kissed me on the lips. I had a feeling that this was the case, her body betrayed her, face wincing in pleasure with each spear of cock, each flood of her chamber brought about a renewed sense of satisfaction on her face. I could tell by the way we fucked last night, it was passionate, feral, right.

“Not all of it.” She said, trying to backtrack her previous revelation.

“Really...?” I said smirking.

“Well, yes...no... I mean...I liked the feeling of being pleasured...and filled over and over again.” Karina said, her eyes glazing over like she was remembering the best parts of last night.

“I can’t explain it...it almost didn’t matter that Hajoon and Yeonjun were there...they were just props...what was important was that you were there...it’s almost like our connection hit another level...you know?” She mused.

“Primal...” I replied.

“That’s the word!” She replied, smirking before kissing me lightly on the lips.

“Well...do you want to...” I began.

“Let’s not push your luck Mister.” She said sharply, before turning to check her phone.

There was something else, I could sense it, the way she flicked her phone off and turned to me told me it was something about Jaewook. It had come to pass that the married couple had had a deep talk while I was asleep, deciding what the next steps were in their marriage. Karina had all but thrown in the towel to the protests of Jaewook who was still clinging onto a small thread of hope. They were both due to go to some camping trip to later on in that week to try and “heal” she put it while rolling her eyes. It was your standard last chance saloon talks that you hear about a hundred times over, the only difference was the last part. I was invited to this healing session.

It came to light that Jaewook’s fix that we spoke about regarding spicing things up had really gone to his head. In his desperation, he had put forward an idea to Karina of a potential threesome. Upon hearing this I burst out laughing, like I was an episode of punked or something. Karina’s eyes remained resolute, to the point that my laughter faded into thin air.

“Ok...what...you...him...I’m sorry...what?” I replied, absolutely flummoxed.

“Hold on big boy, a minute ago you were all like, let’s do this again.” Karina said mockingly.

“Yeah, that was...this...this is weird as fuck!” I replied.

“Well, it is and it isn’t, some of my girlfriends have done some suspect things in their time with their hubby.” Karina said smiling knowingly.

“But what about your lack of feelings for...” I started.

“That still stands...” Karina said coldly.

“So, this thing, he’ll thinks this will save your marriage...it...” I replied

“Won’t.” Karina interjected.

“But you still want to...” I followed up tentatively.

“Yes...” She said with a devilish grin.

“That’s cold Rina.” I said.

“Please...don’t give me that. Besides, I told him already that I would ask you this as a favor in exchange to further your career.” She replied matter of factly.

“I want- this...you...” Karina said, her voice trailing off, as her eyes took over.

“And what if I refuse.” I said with an empty threat.

Her look spoke a thousand words as she lay back down beside me, her eyes trailing my lower half of my body. I had already agreed to this fucked up threesome without saying anything and she knew it.

“Morning pump and dump?” Karina asked seductively, bribing me with her body as she unclasped her bra from under her nighty and threw it in my face.

“You are outrageous...” I replied, taking her tongue between my lips as we kissed passionately.

My hands roamed her tight frame, squeezing softly at her pert breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers as I positioned my hips between her bronze thighs.

“Show me what you got...” Karina said, biting my ear and pulling me close for another deep kiss.

We were well versed in this now, our bodies moved as one as I thrust forward without much thought, my cock piercing her wet folds in one slick movement as she welcomed my dick inside her moist cunt. The slickness of her folds creaming all over my shaft was something I was accustomed too, every inch of her pussy had been explored by my straining cock, my mouth, fingers and anything else I could fuck her with.

“God...you...stretch me out...so...good...” Karina moaned into my ear as I bottomed out inside her luscious cavern.

Her pink walls hugged at my meat, coaxing out pearls of precum from my crown as I smashed her cervix with my tip, stuffing the housewife with my cock, feeling the stretch of her cunt muscles as I penetrated her slick sex.

“Unghhh...mnghhh...yes...yesss...” Karina wailed.

My balls were slapping up against her ass as I felt her grool slather my shaft each time I pumped more of my dick into her tight womanly cunt, feeding her pussy all of my meat as I rubbed tirelessly at her throbbing clit. The stickiness of her thighs was growing, strands of her sexual juices now smearing against my hips as I whipped her legs over my shoulders and railed Karina into the mattress with my cock. Each stroke fucking her long and deep, filling her married cunt with cock as she clawed at my face, mewing at each penetrative thrust of my hips.

“Baby...baby...keep- keep...going...” Karina chanted.

Sweat was pouring from my face, dripping onto her outstretched tongue as she lapped up my salty beads of perspiration, licking up my neck as I ground my hips into her mound, burying my cock inside her pussy. The feeling of her cunt contracting around my shaft was a telling sign as Karina got up on all fours and pushed me on my back. Staring at the sultry married woman, she stalked me like a lioness, licking her lips as she crawled towards me.

“I want you...to pump me…full of your essence...” Karina whispered, taking my cock between her lips and sucking hard on my turgid member.

The housewife dipped her head low, taking my meat into the back of her throat as her excess spit leaked from the sides of her mouth. I was twitching between her lips, close to completion, I knew she wanted me to release inside her, but where was up to her. Karina kept sucking, slurping on my shaft like an ice lolly as she worked the underside of my cock with her tongue, smearing me with her warm saliva.

“Gluck...gluckk...gluckk...” Were the sounds from her mouth, her eyes watering as I held her face and began to thrust.

My balls slapped up against her chin as I penetrated her mouth with my cock, tapping her tonsils as Karina’s mouth was stuffed with my meat. Holding her hair back to let me see her suck me off with no hands, I guided her face to the exact depth I wanted, rolling my hips to feed her more dick between her soft pink lips.

“Karina...Baby I’m close...” I moaned, my eyes were straining to hold it together before she popped me free from her mouth and squeezed hard on my shaft, preventing me from exploding.

My balls ached at being denied, moments before release and she knew it, smiling cheekily at me, her face covered in a thin sheen of sweat and sex.

“Remember what I said...Pump...and...dump.” She whispered, wiggling her tight rear in my face as she licked her lips and bent over on all fours.

Who was this woman? The sexual encounter from last night had unleashed something deep within her, a ravenous goddess that had to be satiated, and satiate I would, whatever it took.

Grabbing her roughly by the hips I thrusted forwards, impaling the brunette on my length as I penetrated her sex from the rear. Her wetness was obvious, grool dribbling down the sides of her thighs as our flesh connected with a resounding slap. The grunting emanating from her lips as I pounded her pussy from behind was music to my ears as I felt the tightness of her cunt mold around my shaft, sucking me off each time I fucked my slick cock into her tight cunt.

“Unghhh...nghhh...fuckk- do it...dump...it- dump it… inside...of...me...” Karina screamed in rapture.

The aggression of my pumps was showing on her rear, fucked red and raw as I slapped her tight ass a few times while stretching her out.

I could feel her pussy start to get tighter, her walls were closing in on me as I smashed up against her cervix with my tip a few more times, pinching at her clitoris with my fingers as I desperately stuffed her married cunt with my cock.

“Karina...fuckk...” I moaned into her ear.

She was bucking her hips, her legs trembling as I felt her orgasm hit, squeezing at my shaft with a ravenous appetite as I continued to pump my hips, lifting one leg up to smash her cunt hard and deep.

“Unghhh...pump...me...I want...it, all...of...it...” Karina wailed as her climax continued through my strokes.

It was the final straw, seeing her scream and wail into the covers set me off as I erupted from the tip just as I bottomed out inside her tight cunt. The force of my climax, pumping a torrent of cream inside her marital pussy, feeding her uterus with my milky sperm as I painted her womb white with my sticky seed.

“That’s it...Baby...” Karina, said looking back, gyrating her hips as I fed her more of my pent up cum.

She was overflowing from her pink slit, yet I continued to thrust, stuffing her tight cunt with my twitching meat, forcing my warm sticky semen deep into her womb as Karina collapsed onto the pillow while I was still imbedded within her.

“Don’t- don’t...stop...” Karina whispered breathlessly as I continued to empty myself inside her pussy, flexing my hips to get every ounce of cums inside her.

We stayed, locked in this mating ritual for a good ten minutes before I disengaged with a slurp, the remnants of my seed flowing out of her moist slit almost immediately as the sultry housewife turned towards me.

“Are you still in two minds about that getaway?” She said raising her eyebrows.

“Just give me the time and the place...” I said, breathlessly, slapping her ass one last time.

[mysunshinetemptress]

Anxiety (lil McCabe universe)

Leah Williamson x McCabe!reader!ex

Magdalena Eriksson x Pernille Harder x McCabe!reader!platonic

Warnings: Talks of anxiety, not edited or proofread

You’re anxious, a feeling that has followed you around way longer than you would like to admit, a feeling that has consumed you way longer than your family, your Mam, knows about, longer than anyone knows about.

You had tried to tell her about the funny feeling you had as a kid, your little heart racing, your mind spinning, spiraling into the never-ending feeling of fear, but there was always something else, someone else. It wasn’t your Mam’s fault, nor was it your siblings’. They had things they needed her for, their own problems. Your Mam had her own problems. Surely this feeling, this sickening feeling, wasn’t as important as your siblings’ feelings, their needs and wants. They were older, so much older, they had more serious problems, more important problems and feelings than this feeling you were dealing with, right?

You didn't know why you so sick, it was so much more than butterflies, defenitly not excitement, it wasn't until you had been all grown up and earning enough money to visit a doctor did you get a diagnosis.

"Miss McCabe, you suffer from anxiety"

You had felt a weight being liftied off you the moment your feelings had been givien a name, that you weren't just looking for attention, you weren't just making it up, made you feel so much lighter then you had ever felt.

"You said you have been suffereing with these feelings since you were a child, did you ever try to tell anyone."

You nod, you had tried, when you couldn't go to your mam, you had tried one of your older siblings, you had tried to tell Katie, but she was to busy to deal with you "Y/n, can't you see i'm playing with Lauryn, your supposed to be a big girl now not a baby stop makeing things up for attention." you dropped your head as Katie muttered "Seriously she really needs to grow up."

"I tried." the docotor nodes her head her eyes scanning your solum face "How come you decided to look for answers now? For help now?"

You pick at your fingers "My girlfriend...She-she said she was worried about me...that-that sometimes I have trouble sleeping" you take a breath picking at your fingers looking towards the door, "I have trouble concentrating, she...I don't...she just said i should come here, that i should get a check up make sure im ok." The doctor smiled at you softly "If your girlfriend hadn't pushed you to come see me, would you have come eventualy."

Would you? "No" she looks surprised at your answer "No? why?" You look at the door again picking at the skin around your nails "I-I-I have to get on with it, I have to learn to get on with it-I have to grow up." The doctor looks even more surpriesed, sad, unhappy with your answer. Why is she unhappy with your answer?

“This isn’t something you can grow out of Miss McCabe, anxiety isn’t something you should just push on with, it can cause serious mental health problems for you if you do.” You shake your head no “I-I don’t have time-I have to get on with it-it’s the only way.” The doctor lets out a sigh “You said you come from a big family, surely one of them doesn’t mind talking to you about these things.” You shake your head again “They don’t need this, they-they don’t need anymore then they already have.” The doctor wants to press on you can see that but her attention is pulled to your bloody hands, you’ve picked at them till they bled. She looks to the door “Your girlfriend then.” Again you shake your head.

Leah doesn’t deserve the stress of something being wrong with you, she doesn’t deserve the possible sacrifices she’ll have to make in order to make you feel comfortable and happy. Not her,not Leah, not when she is the only person who looks at you and not through you, the only person whose hand fits and hold yours instead of passing through.

“I can look after myself, I-I have done it for long enough.”

You can look after yourself, you have done it for long enough, it’s the mantra you repeat in your head again and again as you arrive at the training grounds for Bayern, it’s the mantra you repeat every time your anxiety strikes and you feel yourself pick at your hands.

Bayern Munich, fresh start, no Katie, no Arsenal, no stupid bets, no Leah. Y/n, just Y/n.

“Hi.” Bayern Munich and Magdalena Eriksson, Bayern Munich and Pernille Harder.

You look behind you trying to see if it’s anyone else they are talking to, but there’s no one, there’s only you.

You.

You think for a second and the voices scream in your head, they are just like the others, this is a joke another bet, who can get closest to the new girl first. Who can pretend to be her friend the best.

Your hands, your poor hands sting as you begin to pick at them again, they are the same as the others, they have to be, all you are is worth a bet, 100 quid.

But still, there is no one behind you, no one new in the car park and the older women continue to smile at you softly.

Magda looks at your hands her smile faltering, she drags her eyes up your body, now noticing your heaving chest, your panicking, your shivering slightly yet you speak, you force yourself to talk to them even though it’s scaring the living shit out of you

“Hi”

[primofate]

Confessions Series - Part 1: Overheard [Genshin Impact Male Characters]

Note: Welp I had the itch to write again so here I am. Though sleep deprived because baby keeps waking up every 3 hours to feed... I wanted to do this haha. Based on @soulprompts “I love you” prompts. What other character should I do?

Warnings: haven’t written in a while please excuse and tell me about pronoun slips, I’m sleep deprived, not proofread, some are just concepts of liking someone, having a crush on them, while some are full blown love confessions. SOME ARE ANGSTY, chose only the male characters I wanted to write for instead of forcing myself to do all of them.

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Scaramouche, Xiao, gn!reader  

Other works in this series: (Part 2 - Description)

Scenario: Talking to a friend about how you feel about him. Unbeknownst to you, he was listening, hidden round the corner. What does he do?

Aether

“He’s sweet,” You simply answer when asked what you like about Aether. “I mean, he’s a simple guy. He’s not a mystery, it’s not hard to read him nor to get along with him. I guess that’s one of the reasons why a lot of people like him.” 

“Uhuh,” your friend drawls, their head lazily resting on their hand. “but you don’t just like Aether. You seriously LIKE him,” 

You’re rendered speechless by the statement for a second, tripping over your first words, “Well--I mean--” and as if realizing you’re making a fool of yourself by speaking in garbles, you recover. “Yeah, I guess...” You don’t know why you admit to it, but it’s not like your friend didn’t already know.

What he does:

Is tempted to immediately walk up to you and reconfirm the conversation.

Stops himself for a minute and replays the whole conversation in his head, probably once, twice and maybe a third time.

Second guesses himself, but when he finally goes through all possible options, he realizes there’s no mistaking the overheard confession.

All the while, Paimon is nagging him to go talk to you. “You didn’t hear wrong! Stop thinking too much, hurry and go!” Ends up being pushed out into the open by his flying companion.

“Erm...Ahem” he coughs into his fist. “I...didn’t mean to eavesdrop...Y/N, sorry, but... can we continue this conversation somewhere else? Somewhere...a little more private?” and the shy smile he gives you is a tell tale sign that he had most likely felt the same.

Albedo

“His schedule is always busy. He has his hands full with Klee, on top of all the work he needs to do,” was your excuse to your friend when asked why you haven’t confessed to the alchemist yet. “I don’t think Albedo has time for this type of thing, you know? He doesn’t need a distraction.”

What he does:

His logical side agrees that he doesn’t need a distraction.

But the other part of him doesn’t mind if its you.

Pauses for a moment, thinks about it for a second, before confronting you about it just minutes later.

“...Schedules can be made flexible, Y/N,” you jump at his sudden voice. “Just as distractions...can sometimes be a good thing,” Albedo stretches a hand out to you. “...Care to test how good of one you can be to me?” 

Alhaitham

“Y/N, Alhaitham is FAR from stupid. There’s no way he hasn’t figured out that you have a crush on him,”

“Shush!!” You swerve around to your friend, ducking a little, as if that would help you become invisible. “People could be listening, besides, if that’s true, then it’s even worse. It means that he knows, and probably has no interest in me, so let’s just forget about it, ok?” 

What he does:

..................................No he doesn’t know. Sure he’s smart but............he could be dense when it came to these things. That, or he just didn’t know what to do.

Does not confront you about it immediately. In fact he turns around and walks away without being spotted, opting to think about his next steps instead of just rushing into the conversation.

Lo and behold a few days later he’ll show up in front of you with his usual stoic expression.

“Y/N,” he starts, and you freeze on the spot, looking up at him, blinking. 

“Y-Yes?” You haven’t seen nor heard from him in days and as usual, you attributed it to him being busy. Little did you know that he had been mulling over how to talk to you.

“I heard your conversation with (your friend) the other day,” straightforward was his answer to everything, even in this particular situation. 

It takes you a few seconds to internalize his words. You’re not even sure which conversation he means. You talk to (your friend) a lot. Your brows start to furrow in confusion, until he clarifies. 

“...I wouldn’t say that I completely have no interest in you,” he starts, and your shoulders tense up, now realizing which conversation it was. You could feel your cheeks start to burn, all you wanted to do was run away. 

Alhaitham holds back a sigh, “...Anyway, here is no place to talk about this... I’ll meet you at Puspa Cafe tonight, if you’re free,” 

You’re FAR from stupid too, and knew exactly what he was trying to do.

Ayato

“Besides why would the Lord Commissioner even look at someone like me?” you hiss at your friend who was trying to persuade you that Ayato also had the hots for you. It just seemed a little delusional to you.

“He takes the chance to rile you up every time he sees you. He’s obviously doing it on purpose,” your friend counters. You roll your eyes up to high heaven.

“He does that to everyone...” you conclude, knowing that Ayato had the habit of--though you don’t know if intentionally--giving his servants a scare. 

“Alright, alright, you don’t have to be so jealous,” your friend quips back, you send them a quick glare before going back to doing your own work.

What he does:

Doesn’t even bat an eye. Smirks as he hears the whole story. 

Confidently reveals his presence to the two of you, chuckling.

“Jealousy doesn’t usually paint a beautiful colour,” he starts, the overly pleasant smile on his face. You straighten up immediately, eyes changing into saucers when you realize he had heard the whole thing. You open your mouth to explain, but he beats you to it.

“But I must say it looks a little different on you, Y/N, almost charming,” The side of his lip quirks up the slightest bit into a subtle grin. You bite your lip, there he is again trying to rile you up, maybe (your friend) was right. 

“...Is there anything I can do for you Lord Commissioner?” you ask, trying to stray away from the subject. He only chuckles. 

“You’ll find that there are a LOT of things you can do for me, Y/N. Start by accompanying me to tea, hm?” He wasn’t really asking, it was almost a command. 

You wished your friend snickering on the side would just shut up.

Cyno

“...He’s a little intimidating don’t you think? I don’t know why you like him so much,” your friend comments, slacking off on their pile of paperwork. You roll your eyes at them. 

“Maybe because he works hard, unlike other people,” you shake your head a little. 

“As General Mahamatra he’s supposed to work hard. Just admit that you have weird tastes.” your friend counters, still procrastinating on their share of work.

“Okay, so what if he’s a little vicious in his ways? He’s just doing his job. Now, it would help me if you started doing yours as well,” 

What he does:

Doesn’t know what to do.

Stands hidden for quite a long time. The subject has already moved on and away from him.

Torn between revealing himself now or later. 

Can’t think properly so exits from the situation and comes back later that same day, when you’re still working with your friend.

As he approaches your table, your friend notices him first. (Your friend) nudges you with their elbow, tilting their chin up to let you know that someone was approaching. 

You pick your head up, and feel yourself go rigid when you see that it’s Cyno. At first you think to yourself that he might not be here to talk to you, maybe he’s just about to walk by...but he stops in front of your table and you’re left to wordlessly look up at him.

There’s a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on forever.

“...I value the high praise that you give me,” he starts and you immediately want to duck under the table and hide.

He heard. 

“O-Oh, G-General Mahamatra, you heard that...It’s...nothing, hard work deserves to be praised...” you avert your gaze down to the papers you were working on, pretending to continue and be busy with them. 

There was an awkward pause, your eyes darting up towards him for a second, checking if he was still looking at you, before breaking away again and furiously flipping through papers.

“...Do you want to play some TCG?” 

“Huh?” You end up with an incredulous look on your face, trying to gauge if he was serious. His face is still blank, but the usual tenseness in the way he carried himself gave way for a barely seen relaxation. It was hard to spot, but it was there. 

You ended up sighing a little in what you could only describe as relief, giving him a lopsided smile. “Sure, but go easy on me, I haven’t played in a while,”

“That’s fine. Perhaps a daily practice session will do you good,”

Dainsleif

“Mysterious, aloof, disappears into thin air... A man like that? You probably should stay away, Y/N. You don’t know what he dabbles in,” (Your friend) warns, looking at you with genuine concern. 

“Perhaps he has some secrets...but I don’t think he’s a bad guy at all. I’ve spent some time conversing with Dainsleif here and there,” you continue to wipe the tables, not noticing that the man you were talking about had long entered the tavern already and was now standing behind the two of you.

“At least he’s handsome, there’s that,” (Your friend) adds. 

“Sure, but that’s not the only reason I like him,” you laugh.

What he does:

Wonders if he heard the conversation right and overanalyzes what you mean by “like” him.

Either way it stirs a strange emotion in him, one that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

Prefers to get things over with and thinks there’s no harm in confronting you immediately.

You hear someone clear their throat behind you. Thinking that it was a customer you turn around with a pleasant smile, only for it to slowly dwindle down into a shocked expression.

Dainsleif.

“Y/N,” he nods his head towards you casually. You gulp, force a smile, and nod back. “Hi, you’re early today,” just as your friend slips away from the conversation. Dainsleif doesn’t even spare them a glance.

He doesn’t have much to say about your comment of him being early. He doesn’t particularly know why he was early today either. Perhaps...fate would have him hear the conversation between you and (Your friend).

“Yes, well, it looks like there were benefits to being early today,” he meets you eye to eye, the intensity in his gaze almost makes you blush from your neck all the way up to the top of your head, but you fought the giddiness back. 

“...What can I get you?” there’s a shiver that threatens to run up your spine, wondering if your deflection was successful. Dainsleif closes his eyes momentarily, before opening them with a strange sense of courage. 

“Your company,”

Diluc

“It’s been years,” (Your friend) says, the two of you looking up at the massive oak tree of Windrise. They glance at you from the side of their eye before continuing. “Are you still in love with Diluc?”

There’s a breeze that passes, almost melancholic, and partly whispered of sorrow. “...I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving him.” You pick your hand up to rub at your arm. “Jean, Kaeya, Diluc and I...So many things have changed since we were kids...but I don’t think that spot for Diluc will ever go away,”

“Does he know, at least?” (Your friend) asks and you half scoff. 

“I’m not sure, I get the feeling he does, but doesn’t act on it. Which is why...maybe the only way to solve this emptiness is to leave Mondstadt altogether.” 

“Out of sight, out of mind huh?” (Your friend) claps your back, and turns around to start walking away with you.

What he does:

Internally a mess of emotions. Doesn’t know where to start. 

but he’s just standing there and he’s stuck watching (your friend) and you turn around to come face to face with him. 

He looks at you, a wave of memories and emotions flashing through his mind all at once, it almost overwhelms him. 

“D-Diluc,” you stutter, heart freezing in your chest. You see him take a steadying breath in, prying his gaze away from you and over to (Your friend).

“(Your friend), could you give us a minute?” he asks. (Your friend) obliges, passing you a quick glance before going ahead on their own. Another breeze runs by, ruffling his long red hair. 

“...I didn’t mean for you to hear that,” you start, and yet he doesn’t say anything, prompting you to continue talking. “...You don’t have to think about it too much, it’s just silly--”

“I wasn’t sure,” he cuts you off, eyes drawn to the ground now. “I wasn’t sure...if you really felt that way.” 

The statement somehow exasperates you. “You weren’t sure? All those times I stayed by your side when everyone else left--” then it hits you. “Or were you scared, Diluc?”

The quick grimace in his expression tells you the answer. His reply comes a few seconds later, “I was, I still am,” but he picks his head up, and finally looks you straight in the eye. “...but this time...” his fists clench on his side. “This time give me the chance to show you how much I really care about you,”

He was not going to lose you too.

Itto

“Seriously?! Itto? Arataki Itto? Are you for real?” (Your friend) announces to nearly half of the food stall, the other customers swerving around to look at the two of you. 

"Oh, say it a bit louder why don’t you?” You roll your eyes at your friend and continue eating.”

“Sorry. I just--Out of all the people you could choose, your huge crush is on that big brute??” your can tell by the look on your friend’s face that they think you have weird tastes.

What he does:

Butts in without even thinking of the conversation. Has no clue what’s going on.

“Crush?!”

You and your friend startle, swerving around to see none other than the oni with his hands on his hips. “Y/N?! You planning on crushing me?!” then he guffaws with laughter, slapping his knees in the process. “Yeah right, you’re no match for me!”

Your previously gaped open mouth slowly closes and your shoulders relax, sighing. You’re a little disappointed he doesn’t get it at all. Your friend shakes their head with a long sigh. “You stupid oaf, we don’t mean it that way...” 

Itto’s head tilts sideways, a genuinely confused look on his face. “No? Then... Watcha all talkin about?” 

You grab your friend’s arm and pull them forward the slightest bit. “It’s not important! Actually, we better get going--”

“Y/N has a CRUSH on you, idiot! Y/N LIKES you!” Your friend explodes, patience long gone. 

Itto blinks at the confession, his eyes darts towards you, “...Oh,” then there’s the slight tugging at his chest, he can’t help but beam and smile silly. “Yeah? You’re not too bad yourself Y/N! I like you too!”

You’re not sure if he really understood the confession in its entirety. 

Kaeya

“It’s all just fun and games with Kaeya. It doesn’t mean anything,” you laugh sheepishly, yet you rub the back of your neck a little.

“...Do you want it to be just fun and games?” your friend chides, and there’s a moment of silence. The two of you just sitting there already knowing the answer, it’s almost uncomfortable, until your friend sighs. 

“...Let’s change the subject,” 

What he does: 

responds immediately. Will not wait a second longer to come out of his hiding place and ask about what he just heard.

“How about let’s not?” Kaeya emerges out of nowhere, slipping into the seat next to you at the cafe. His poise is confident and instantly his head lazily places itself into the palm of his hand, gaze lingering at you. 

“Snowflake, I had no idea you felt like that,” his voice is smooth like ice and you bite your lip to keep yourself from saying something stupid.

“...I didn’t say anything though?” you countered, trying to evade the conversation. Your friend watches on with interest. 

“Silence speaks volumes, Y/N,” Kaeya scoots even closer to you, your shoulders touching each other. However, he maneuvers his arm around to lay on the seat behind you. “So if you’re opposed to what I’m about to do, better speak up,”

He leans closer, inch by inch, he waits for you to say something.

You stay silent.

He grins.

Scaramouche

“Hat guy? He’s brutal. But who am I to comment on your tastes, Y/N. You’ve always been weird,” (Your friend) chides, watching as you go over the bookshelf again. 

“Stop calling him that,” You murmur under your breath, more focused on finding the right book for your research. “That’s not his only distinctive feature, you know,” you continue, still engrossed in looking for a book.

“Oh? What else are his “distinctive features”?” (Your friend) drawls, rolling their eyes. 

You hum a little, then plop on the ground cross-legged, wanting to get a better look on the last row of books of the Akademiya’s library. “...His eyes,” you simply answer. “They’re a beautiful shade of violet-blue...He’s always glaring at someone half of the time but he actually has very pretty eyes,” 

There’s silence and you finally get the peace you need to concentrate. However, that silence is broken by a voice that you know all too well.

What he does:

is amused.

thinks its cute pathetic.

will still look angry but will have a hard time actually being angry.

will be cocky.

“My eyes, huh?”

It’s hard to completely turn around in your sitting position, so you do the best you can to turn, side eye landing on Scaramouche’s form. He has his arms crossed as usual, but there’s a smug smirk on his face. “Didn’t know it was that fascinating to you, bookeater,”

It was supposed to be an insulting nickname for you, who always had your nose in a book, but you took no offense to it at all.

You didn’t know what to say, so you continued staring at him. He being the anti-social person that he was, just stared back. There was a big gap of silence before he felt that it was becoming too awkward. 

“...What’re you looking for?” he blurted out.

“...A book...”

“Are you stupid? Of course you’re looking for a book. I meant what’s the title?” There his usual sneer was back again and he unfolded his arms to look at you unimpressively. 

“...A History of Inazuma: Volume 2...” you meekly replied, slowly realizing that he actually heard you praising him.

“You’re in the wrong section,” the exasperated sigh he gives out causes you to wince, and you turn away back to the bookshelf as if to shield you from all this embarrassment. 

“If it’s about Inazuma, you should just be asking me,” you blink as your peripheral catches sight of an outstretched hand. You tilt your head to see that he’s offering his hand, but his face is blank.

“...Well? Come on. I don’t have all day,”

You bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling, something about the way he said it sounds threatening, but also slightly playful. But that’s just the way he was. 

You accept his hand, and he pulls you up easily.

Xiao

“Oh so that’s why you’re coming over more frequently...” (Your friend) grins, and you wave your hands around to tell them to quiet down. Adepti had good hearing after all.

“Well, I’m also coming over cause Verr Goldet needs more help these days in the kitchen. You guys are getting so much customers these days that Yanxiao has a hard time by himself,”

“Uhhuuhhhhhh, sure...was it also Verr Goldet who told you to try and master the Almond Tofu recipe from Yanxiao? Cause you’re awfully hell bent on trying to learn that recipe, according to Yanxiao,” 

You fall silent, feeling heat crawling up your neck. “I--” You start, searching for an excuse, but realized there was no escaping this one. “I just want to do something nice for Xiao, that’s all,” you innocently quip. “I...I know I can’t help him much, but maybe just cooking his favourite dish will help, even a little,”

(Your friend) smiles a little, knowing that the adepti probably heard everything. “That’s nice of you, Y/N. You must care about him a lot,” 

What he does:

once upon a time he would do absolutely nothing. because getting involved with humans is something he shouldn’t do.

But now he bides his time, and observes if it’s safe to open up. 

He wouldn’t outright thank you at first, but he’ll slowly show up in front of you a little more everyday.

He’s rather awkward, so at first he only nods his head as thanks when you leave the bowl of almond tofu on the ledge.

Eventually when he realizes you’re not going to stop cooking for him he goes the extra mile to do something simple for you too.

He places a stalk of your favourite flower on the ledge, right before you come to put down his bowl of almond tofu. 

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An Arranged Marriage, part 28

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A much calmer Zen has a lot to unload.

(I am feral over my own character, ask box is always open for talking about my writing or just monster fucking in general!)

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Zen’s fluffy, shaggy hair tickled your nose as he stirred a bit and woke you. In the nearly two months you had been together you could not recall a single time when he slept in, seeing him still in bed was quite a surprise.

You kissed the top of his head and immediately felt him nuzzle against you, though you were not really sure if he was actually awake or if it was a subconscious reaction. His breathing was deep and even, and he seemed much calmer at least.

“Are you awake?” you whispered.

He nodded, apparently still not feeling quite up to speaking.

“Are you alright?”

Again he just nodded.

“Everything is alright my dear, I promise” you scratched the side of his head where his hair was cropped short, the only spot where you really could get through his dense hair to scratch his scalp.

“I ruined everything” his voice was so quiet as he spoke.

“No, no. You didn’t ruin anything Zen.”

“I hurt you the first time yesterday, then I went and did that.”

“And it’s ok, things happen, but you didn’t ruin anything.”

He stayed quiet and did not acknowledge you.

“I’m not mad or upset or anything” you tried to assure him, “I’m just worried about you, I just want you to be alright,”

“I am upset at myself.”

“I know” you kissed the top of his head again, “and we’ll figure it out together, I promise.”

That seemed to at least somewhat satisfy him, he gave another little nuzzle against you and you swore for just a moment that you heard him purr.

“How about I make us some breakfast? You’ve got to be starving by now, you never sleep this late” you offered.

“You are not good at cooking.”

“Then come sit with me and tell me what to do and keep me company.”

He nodded and shimmed off of you so you could get up.

Zen stuck at your side as you sat at the hearth, a blanket still wrapped around himself and his chin resting on your shoulder while he watched you closely. With a little guidance you were able to make a serviceable enough breakfast for the two of you.

It was a bit smothering how Zen chose to sit behind and a bit to your side so he could lean his chin on your shoulder. He decided to eat breakfast like that too, his arms wrapped around you as he reached for things, restricting how much you could move but you did not have the heart to try to get him to just sit next to you instead.

“It should not be like this” you heard him say softly.

“I know, but this is where we are, and we can go back to taking things slowly” you leaned against him and nuzzled him a bit, “and if it makes you feel any better, you felt incredible last night. But I can wait while we figure things out.”

He buried his face against your neck as best he could with his tusks getting in the way. It was faint, but you could hear his soft purring for just a moment.

“I am just so tired of waiting. I waited for so long for this war to end so I could just go home. And now instead I am here, where I barely get to speak my own tongue, my festivals are not celebrated here. I fought so one day I could go home, and I still cannot. And now I do not want to wait more to have you.”

It never occurred to you that Zen might be homesick. You knew he was not from the city, but he usually seemed happy. He knew so many people, always stopping to smile and chat with when the two of you were out, he knew his way around the city well, everything always seemed fine anyways.

“Have you gone back to visit recently?” you asked.

“Not since the end of the war. I went home to see everyone, and then almost immediately got summoned here and offered the position.”

Six months then you figured at least since he had been home. Six months since Zen had started living somewhere where everything was new and different, where he did not have his family, where he could almost never speak his own language. The irony that neither of you were home here was not lost on you.

“Why not go visit?” you asked.

“I do not have the time. There is just to much to do here” he said.

“Even just for a week or so?”

“We are rebuilding after a war. It is a puzzle of constantly changing and moving pieces trying to figure out what is needed and where.”

“And no one on the council ever takes time away?”

“Some do.”

“So why don’t you?”

He stayed quiet, his face still buried against neck.

“We can go visit together, if you want” you said.

“Maybe.”

‘Maybe’ was better than ‘no’ at least you figured. Though it felt odd that for someone who seemed to be homesick to also be so resistant to visiting home.

“I haven’t met any of your family, well except Bira. I think it would be nice if we went and visited.”

“I did not tell my family I got married.”

You pulled away from him just enough to look him in the eye, “What?”

“It was decided pretty fast, and at the time it did not seem like a big deal, so I did not say anything.”

“Zen! We’ve been married for almost two months! What do you mean you never actually told your family? When you found out you were getting married you didn’t send them a letter or anything?!” you could not believe what he was saying.

“I was told I was getting married in a month’s time, but at the time I did not consider it real. It was just another thing I had to do. It did not seem worth making a big deal of and getting my family involved.”

You really were not surprised that it was not something he made a fuss over, he already had told you that arranged marriages were not a thing here, it was just another duty to him on par with anything else really. But it did surprise you that months after he still had not told his family.

“So they really don’t know?” you asked.

“No, just Ba and Bira, and I asked them not say anything.”

“And you’re sure they haven’t said anything?”

“If my mother knew I was married and she was not here for the wedding she would have made the trip here to yell at me in person by now. I would never hear the end of it.”

“So that’s it? You’re just going to somehow never tell your family that you’re married?” you snapped a bit at him.

“No! No” he tried to press his forehead to yours, frantically tugging at you so he could face you and reach you. “I just do not know what to do now.”

“Tell your family” you answered him flatly.

“I know, but now I do not know how to do that now. I do not want to just show up and surprise them, ‘Hi mother, I have not seen you in months. By the way this is my wife, we have been married for two months and I never told you’ because that will go well.”

“Why not send a letter? Just explain the same thing you told me” you suggested. His family would probably still be annoyed, but at least it would help smooth things over.

“It is not easy to send a letter that far” he protested.

“So you would rather just show up and surprise them?”

“No.”

“Then send a letter.”

He sighed and nuzzled his forehead against yours, “I will send a letter.”

“And perhaps we’ll visit for the next festival?”

“Maybe.”

“You can’t avoid your family forever.”

“Not forever, just long enough to not be yelled at too much.”

“Zen” you pushed back.

“We will go for the next festival” he finally conceded.

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Part 29

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The Alchemy

Lando Norris x fem!reader

Two idiots.

THE 2020 SEASON

WINTER BREAK London, England, 2020 

Formula 1 might be on a break, but university isn’t. I’ve been studying non stop and working all my free time to get extra credit so I’d be able to graduate early, right at the end of spring so I’d have the rest of the year more chilled out. 

But being a 21 year old college student, living alone at an apartment at a college campus meant trouble, obviously, and that’s how after long hours of studying at the library, instead of being in my bed catching up on some sleep, I was at a frat house party. 

The music was blaring and I was nursing my third drink of night, but in all honesty completely tired now that the alcohol had relaxed me. 

I was sitting on the couch, watching my friends dance around me. I grab my phone to get some pictures of them when I notice a new notification. 

Lando: what are u up to on a Friday night as a college student? 

Lando and I have been texting non stop since the end of the 2019 season, our friendship solidified. We even hung out a couple of times in between Christmas and new years. And now he has been bugging me that I’ve been working and studying too much. 

Me: I’m at a frat house party 

He instantly replied back. 

Lando: YOURE WHERE DOING WHAT 

Me: I’m at a frat house party 

I smirk to myself as I texted back the same question then before. 

Lando: no way, you’re messing with me 

I open the camera of my phone, scratching my arm out as I smile hazily before snapping a picture and sending it to him. 

Lando: OMG ARE U DRUNK???? 

Me: yessss 

I expected him to make fun of me, but his answer caught me a bit of guard. 

Lando: are u alone? 

Lando: who’s with u? 

Me: my friends are around here somewhere 

There a few minutes of silence from his since and I wonder if our conversation is over. He probably fell asleep. 

My phone buzzes again. 

Lando: how are u going home? 

Me: I’ll walk back to my apartment, why? 

He’s typing and typing and typing. I bite my lip anxiously, wondering what he’s going to say. Is he going to ask me to let him pick me up? Like in those romance books where the guy picks up the girl from a party when she’s drunk? 

Lando: ok 

My face falls momentarily. 

Lando: I’m not in London  

Lando: be careful and text me when you get home safe 

I smile, so he was considering picking me up. 

Melbourne, Australia, 2020 

The world was insane, and I was going insane with it. I was higenyzing my hand every time I touched something. I was in an alert state of the coronavirus. 

“They should have canceled the race.” I say, taking a seat with Lando, Carlos and Caco at the McLaren hospitality. “They are saying there are employees who got infected.”

I squeeze hand sanitizer on my hand, rubbing it. 

“You’re talking about as if it’s some kind of zombie apocalypse.” Lando chuckles, draping his arm casually over the back of my chair “Relax, they wouldn’t keep up the race if it wasn’t safe.” 

Carlos nods “Lando is right.” 

I scoff with a tense smile “Oh, but they would. FIA doesn’t care about it, they care about the money. They always have and always will.” 

The boys are silent for a moment before Caco nods his head. 

“Hamilton and Vettel said something similar during the press conference.” He says “And they’ve been around the same amount of time you have.” 

My phone rings and it’s Sophie calling. I quickly brings it to my ear, listening to what she has to say. My frown only deepens when she says two McLaren employees tested positive for covid and that there are more people around the paddock with symptoms as well. 

I hang up the phone. 

“The teams principals are gathering together to get FIA to cancel the race.” I tell them, watching as both drivers’ faces fall in disappointment “Two McLaren employees tested positive and there are other people around the paddock who are feeling ill as well.”

We gather our things and start to make our way to the McLaren garage, probably the news will get there first if the race is canceled. 

I hang back on the group and Lando slows his steps to walk beside me. 

“Can’t believe we just got back and we’re already going to leave and be without racing.” He groans, a whine voice a bit high pitched.

“It’s better for it to be canceled and you getting the chance to race again when it’s safer, then getting sick and ending up in the hospital.” 

He sighs, shoulders slumping slightly. 

“You’re right. I was just excited to give my all at this new season.” 

I smile “I know, and you will soon.” 

He smiles back at me, nudging me with his shoulder. 

“So, are you gonna be able to graduate this spring?” 

“I am! I mean, I’ve been doing everything possible for it to happen and I think it will.” 

Lando smiles and for a brief moment his fingers brush against mine in a sweet gesture. 

“That’s great. I’ll make sure to be there cheering for you at your graduation.” 

And my heart flutters at his words. 

PANDEMIC  London, England, 2020 

“Did I do it right? Are you listening to me?” I ask into the microphone I bought. 

Lando’s face show up on the screen of my computer, grinning widely. 

“Hiiii! Yes, you did. Now turn on your camera so I can see your face.” 

“How do I do it?” I ask, completely lost as I had never used the app discord before. “Oh, never mind, found it.” 

“Look at you!” Lando beamed “Are those bunny ears on your hoodie?” I chuckle as I put on the hoodie over my head so he can see the bunny ears “You look adorable! Doesn’t she look adorable, chat?” 

I tilt my head to the side, confused.

“Chat? What chat? It’s just the two of us here.” 

Lando laughed “I’m streaming, muppet.” 

“You’re what?!” I screech “Lando! Why didn’t you tell me we’d be live? I’m in my pijamas!” 

He laughs again “You still look adorable and the chat agrees with me.”

I huff, flustered at his words and at the fact that I’m live for god knows how many people while I’m wearing my bunny pajamas. If people didn’t take me serious before, they never will now. 

“Now, here’s what we’re going to do.” He claps his hand, a mischievous smile on his face “You’re going to play LOL with me.” 

“LOL? But I only know how to play the sims.” 

“Yes, you’re going to play LOL. I think it’s the easiest for now.” 

As I download the game and start to follow the tutorial, all while sharing my screen with Lando and him judging me at how I can manage to keep dying on the tutorial, I wonder how in the holy hell he managed to convince me to play online with him. 

Finally, after an eternity, I finish the tutorial and I start to play with him. Lando keeps instructing me because I don’t even know what buttons to press on my keyboard and he keeps screaming that I’m not running fast enough. 

“Oh my God!” I scream “I died! I died!” 

Lando laughs delighted. 

“My screen is black and white! Why is my screen black and white? Is my computer broken? LANDO!” 

That only makes him laugh harder, that infectious laugh of him as I keep yelling questions of what I should do next. 

My dad opens the door to my bedroom, peeking his head inside, looking concerned as he calls out my name. 

“Are you ok, sweetheart?” He asks, walking further into the room “I can hear you screaming from the living room.”

“Yeah, sorry dad. I’m playing online with Lando and I died.” 

My father chuckles, bending down slightly to look at my screen. He smiles at Lando while waving. 

“Hello, Lando. Have you been taking care of yourself while quarantining?” 

Lando smiles back as he nods “Yes, I have. Your daughter also texts me everyday reminding me what I can and can’t do. It’s like she thinks I will die because I’m living on my own.” 

My dad looks amused at me, but he knows I’m right and Lando would have probably set his house or fire by now if I haven’t been instructing him properly on certain things. 

My dad pats my head as he stands up straight again “I will leave you kids to it. Take care, Lando.” 

“Thank you, Jenson! You too!” Lando smiles. “Now, where were we?” 

Later that night, after four hours of online gaming with Lando, I lied in bed scrolling through my social medias. I couldn’t help to read the comments people were making about our live stream together. 

Jenson Button worried about Lando I CANT

OMG y/n checking up on Lando daily to make sure he survives 

So am I the only one who thinks there’s something there? 

She can’t suck on her dads fame anymore bc he’s retired so now she’s going after Norris 

I sigh, closing Twitter and putting my phone on the bedside table. People are mean. 

Spielberg, Austria, 2020 

July and we’re back at Formula 1. The season is being cut short, there won’t be fans attending, but we’re back at racing. 

I finished my finals a week ago, just in time to go back to traveling. My dad gave an hour-long lecture about safety and health before finally letting me board the plane. 

I haven’t seen Lando and Carlos yet, but I have met uncle Seb who is pissed off at Ferrari for firing him over the phone. I could tell for the way he was talking about meetings and stuff he has to do that he’s plotting something and I couldn’t help but smirk at whatever hell fire he will bring down on Mattia Binotto. 

I enter the McLaren garage and I smile underneath my mask as I see Lando talking to his engineer. He turns his head when he hears my footsteps. 

He basically bonces on his feet until he meets me halfway. 

“Hi!” He says loudly “It’s so good to finally see you in person again!” His eyes are wide “Can I hug you? I want to hug you. I know I probably shouldn’t, but I want to. I haven’t touched anyone in months and and…” 

I cut him off with a laugh as I wrap my arms around his middle, resting my head on his chest. Lando brings his arms around me, squeezing me onto his body. 

“Hi, Lando. I missed your energetic aura.” 

I feel his grin against my shoulder, even with half his face covered in a mask. 

“I missed you.” He says back. 

He detangles himself from he hug, but keep his hands on my shoulders. He analyzes my face. 

“You really do look good with bangs.” 

I chuckle, running my hands over the bangs I cut on my hair after a moment of reflection and desperation when I couldn’t leave the house. 

“Thank you. It was a moment of… insanity, but at least it looks good.” 

He laughs “Oh I know. You texted me like fifteen times saying you did something horrible and it was just bangs.” 

I shake my head “Hey, to be fair you called me at two in the morning to ask me how to kill a wasp and I had to wake up my dad to ask him.” 

Lando's eyes widened in mock sadness. 

“Hey, your dad loves me! I’m sure he was very very delighted to be woken up in the middle of the night to give out instructions on how to kill a wasp.” 

I snort out a laugh. 

Later that weekend, after the race was finished, I watched as Lando parked his car in p3. It was the first podium of his Formula 1 career. He had been screaming on the radio during the last five laps and I was grinning like an idiot behind my mask. 

He got out of the car, helmet still on as he ran to the team, letting them hug him and clap his back. The whole McLaren garage was in a frenzy of celebration. 

I’m waiting for him by the parc fermé, to guide him to the podium and then to the press conference room where they interview the winner, second and third place of the race. 

Lando takes off his helmet and balaclava and I see his whole face for the first time this year. He has a huge smile on his face as he runs to where I am. 

“My first podium!” He yells 

I smile “Congratulations, Lando. It was beautiful to watch.” 

He wraps his arms around me, jumping around and making me jump with him as I laugh. 

“My first podium! Oh fuck! I’m gonna get a trophy!” 

I giggle, letting him jump around with me “Yes, you are, Lando, you’re getting a trophy!” 

He then stop jumping and just gazed into my eyes, the smile never dropping out of his face. 

“Fuck, I’m so glad you’re the one here and not Sophie.” 

My heart leaps on my chest. 

“I’m glad I’m here, too.” 

Silverstone, England, 2020 

It was the Silverstone Grand Prix weekend, there were going to be two weekends of races here. My dad had decided to come along since this is his home race and he wants to relive some of the memories. 

I walk inside the McLaren hospitality with my dad who is babbling about my graduation to one of the mechanics that have been working here since his driving days. 

I hear someone yell my name and I know that voice very well. I turn around and there is Lando, no mask on his face, grinning widely. 

“Hey.” I smile back, walking to where he’s sitting 

He stands up fast and lifts his hands up, holding a beautiful bouquet of pink flowers. 

I gasp in surprise. 

“I couldn’t go to your graduation because the attendance was limited, but I couldn’t let it pass by.” He hands me the flowers before enveloping me in a hug “Congratulations, love. I’m very proud of you.” 

For some reason his words and sweet gestures make tears gather in my eyes. It’s probably because I was expecting my graduation to be a big even, full of people who I love and cherish and that didn’t happen because of the pandemic. 

“Thank you, Lan. This means a lot to me.” 

He squeezes me before letting me go. He wipes some of the tears that leaked out to my eyes. 

“I know this is a special moment and you wanted it to be a big celebration. We’ll go out to celebrate once things get better, alright? My treat.” 

I smile, hugging the flowers to my chest. 

“You’re the best, Lan.” 

He winked at me. 

“Only the best for my best girl.” 

My dad stood to the side, watching the scene with a smile on his face. I didn’t know that now, but he took pictures of all of that happening. 

Krasnodar Krai, Russia, 2020 

Carlos broke the news to the team two weeks ago during our weekly zoom calls. Lando had shut himself out the moment his best friend on the grid said he’s leaving McLaren to go to Ferrari. 

He hasn’t been answering my texts or sending me TikToks. He even declined my calls and I was growing not only worried, but annoyed as well. 

I knock on his hotel door late at night. My flight had landed an hour ago, I got to the hotel, showered and now here I am knocking on his door. 

Lando opens the door, his curly hair disheveled and he’s only in sweatpants. 

“You’re not room service.” He says 

I glare at him. 

“You’ve been ignoring me.” I accuse him, hands on my waist. 

“I uh… I’ve been busy…” he stretches the back of his neck “a lot of work.” 

“We work together, I know you haven’t been busy.” I glare even harder now “Stop lying to me.” 

He stepped to the side and let me inside his room. I walk past him, going to the middle of the room as I stand there with my arms crossed. Lando sits on the bed and looks at me. 

“What’s going on with you?” I ask 

“There’s nothing wrong with me.” He answered too quickly. 

“Lando… you’ve been ignoring me ever since Carlos told us that he’s leaving for Ferrari.” 

He grows quiet and looks away from me. 

I sigh. “Lando, just because he’s switching teams it does not mean he won’t be your friend anymore. It will be a bit different because you won’t be together all the time like the past two years, but he’s not gonna forget about you.” 

He nods. “I know. Carlos already told me all that.” 

“Then why have you been ignoring me?” I ask confused. I thought he was isolating because he was sad that Carlos is leaving, but if he’s already on good terms with it, than what’s wrong. 

“Because I’m preparing myself from when you leave me as well.” Lando says, he doesn’t look at me, his eyes trained on the carpet floor. 

“Wha- What?” I ask completely dumbfounded “What do you mean when I leave you as well?” 

He runs a hand through his hair “You’re an intern at the communication department and- and you just graduated from uni. I know you will leave me at the end of the year as well. You’ll move on to much bigger and better things. I’m just… trying to soften the blow of being without you.” 

There’s a moment of silence as I process his words. He still won’t look at me and I’m too stunned to speak anything. He’s sad because he doesn’t want to be without me. 

Finally, I snap out of it. 

“Oh Lando.” I whisper softly, kneeling in front of him and peering up at him. “Lando, no.” 

He shakes his head “I know, ok? I’m not dumb…” 

I cup his face in my hands to get him to stop talking. He looks at me in surprise and I can see the broken look in his eyes. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Please, don’t lie to me.” He whispered brokenly “Just rip the bandaid already.” 

“I’m not lying.” I say, catching a stray tear from his eye with my thumb and wiping it away. “McLaren hired me to be their junior PR manager. You would have known that if you haven’t been declining my calls, you muppet.” 

He widens his eyes. 

“You’re not leaving?” 

I shake my head “No. You’re stuck with me.” 

Lando breaths out a laugh, resting his forehead against mine as he closes his eyes. 

“Oh, thank god. I’m not ready to say goodbye.” 

I smile, enjoying our close proximity. 

“You don’t have to say goodbye. I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Good… good.” He mumbled. “I don’t want you to leave my side.” 

We stay like that for a few moments longer, before he helps me stand up from the floor. Lando pats the bed and I soon join him. We lay on opposite sides, he covers us up and we stay in silence, enjoining each other's company as we fall asleep. Right now we don’t need to say anything, everything is understood in the comfortable silence that hugs us. 

Abu Dhabi, Saudi Arabia, 2020

It was yet once again the last race of the season. 

Lando had a great finish in p5, and although he had a happy smile on his face we took team pictures and toasted, I could see he was sad. This was Carlos's last race as Lando’s teammate. And I could see Carlos was a bit sad as well. 

The team principals had gathered together and rented out a club in the city so the party would be just the Formula 1 team and drivers. We had been traveling together all year in the middle of the chaos of the pandemic, so we were all kind of in the same boat, if someone was sick, the odds of everyone else also being sick were extremely high. 

I watched from a far as Lewis celebrated his seventh championship. I chuckled as he, Valtteri and Toto started a shot competition between the three of them. Sebastian was chanting chug chug chug and waving his hands around. 

I feel the familiar presence of Lando standing beside me as he nurses his drink. 

“How was your second year as a Formula 1 employee?” He asks me. 

I smile against the rim of my glass. Just one year ago he had asked me the same question, at the rooftop of the VIP lounge at the paddock, hours before the last race of the season began. 

“It was weird. My last year as an intern, next year I will have to reinvent myself to be on top of my game.”

“You’re already on the top of your game.” He nudges my shoulder with his arm. 

“Yeah, but I still haven’t proved myself here.” I point out. 

Lando frowns, turning his body around to look at me. I’m leaning against the wall and now he’s looming over me. 

“Have you been getting hate online?” 

I give him a weak smile. 

“Let’s not talk about this right now. Tonight is about celebrating.”

He’s still frowning and opens his mouth to protest when I cut him off. 

“How was your second year as Formula 1 driver?”

He chuckles, probably recalling the same memory from last year. He rests his forearm on the wall right beside my head. 

“It was good and weird. I got my first podium ever. I also lost my first teammate…” Lando smiles a bit. “And I got you to be here with me one more year.”

I smile, raising my glass. 

“Here’s to another year of Norris and Button traveling around the world together.”

Lando grins, clinking his glass against mine. 

“Together.” He repeats. 

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New Feelings

Request: garrick x reader. Full of fluff. Maybe their in a similar situation where their dragons are mated but recently ? And they start having these feelings they didn't have to block out before. Requests Open.

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Garrick and I had been friends since first year. He had been behind me on the parapet on conscription day. Giving words of encouragement as I slowly made my way across with shaky legs. If it had been anyone else behind me they would have pushed me off and let me die. But not Garrick. He had made sure I made it across. Capturing me in his arms as my legs gave out when I stepped off. Guiding me over to one of the benches to help me calm my nerves. Heights had never been my strong point. But I didn’t have a choice in being here. Neither had Garrick. Both children of the rebellion. Both marked to show what our parents had done.

Since that moment he had helped me with my training. Making sure I had what I needed to survive. He had become my life line for the first few months till we both bonded our dragons. Once that happened it was like something in me shifted, and it all became natural to me. I was no longer the scared girl who had shakily made her way across the parapet. I was a dragon rider. But it hadn’t stopped Garrick and I training together whenever we got the chance. And when the time came he brought me in on the supply runs to the Gryphon riders. It helped that our dragons got along well. Chradh and Nearte having a close friendship just like Garrick and I. Meaning they flew well together.

But at the end of second year they threw a spanner in the works for us. Chradh and Nearte becoming mated dragons. A bonded pair for life. Bonding Garrick and I to each other for life. I remember the night it happened. Graduation Night. At first I wasn’t sure what I was feeling. What had come over me. But that night Garrick and I had ended up in someone else’s bed to try subdue the feeling that had both taken us by surprise. The next morning Xaden had lost it as Garrick joined us for breakfast. Instantly knowing what had gone down due to having a mated dragon himself. We we’re both still on edge, the emotions our dragons we’re feeling over being newly mated still screaming at us down the bond. We’d both barely gotten any sleep despite going multiple rounds with the other riders we had taken to bed.

Xaden reaches into his jacket pocket and places a tin on the table between us before standing. “Split what’s inside. You two are going to need it to get through the next few days.” He teases before walking out of the hall.

Garrick reaches over and opens the tin. Churum. Something we definitely were not allowed to have in the quadrant. But as we met each others eyes, we knew we we’re going to need it if we wanted to get a good nights sleep before the school year started up again.

After that everything mostly turned back to normal, besides our dragons going at it nearly every night for the first few weeks. The churum only doing so much to dull the tsunami of emotions they sent down the bond. But as the days and weeks went on, as Garrick and I learnt to shield out the brunt of the emotions they sent down the bond, something else had changed. As if I had started to see Garrick in a new light. In a way I had never seen him before. And that’s how I found myself zoned out in challenges as I watched Garrick take on a guy in second year. My eyes trailing over his muscular physique on full show due to him removing his shirt. The sweat that accentuates every fine line.

”You ok Y/N?” Xaden asks from next to me.

I tear my eyes away from Garrick who has the second year easily pinned beneath him. “Yeah.. yeah I’m fine.” I tell him as confidently as I can.

He raises an eyebrow at me. “I’ve been trying to get your attention since his challenge started.”

”And?”

”That was two minutes ago.” He states bluntly.

Oh.

”Sorry just a bit distracted.” I tell him with a shrug, my cheeks burning as they flush.

Xaden looks at me before shifting his eyes to Garrick. A small smirk on his lips.

“About damn time.” He teases.

I narrow my eyes at him. “What do you mean about damn time?”

“The fact you have to ask that just proves how oblivious you are. Maybe this mated dragon thing will do you two some good.” He tells me with a chuckle as the bell ringing around the quadrant signals the end of challenges.

I look at him confused, what the hell was he talking about? But I was about to find out. I turn back to look at Garrick to see another girl walking up him. Reaching out to run her hand down his front. I instantly see red despite Garrick reaching out and stopping her. He does nothing to hide his displeasure at what she’s done. Garrick might get around, but he doesn’t like it being flaunted in front of the Quadrant publicly. But the girl still tries. Reaching out with her other hand. I must go to rush forward as Xaden grasps my wrist tightly in his hand.

”Is that jealousy?” Xaden teases.

I glare at him as I rip my wrist from his grasp, looking up to see Garrick looking at me with panic in his eyes. The girl trying to get his attention back as he just stares at me. I turn and rush from the room, wiping the angry tears that have fallen down my cheeks. I vaguely hear him calling my name as I rush through the Quadrant. Praying I can lose him. But he knows exactly where I’m running off to. And yet I don’t change my path. Head right where Garrick knows I will go. But at least I will be able to get a few moments before he arrives. I lean back against the tree as I lower myself to the ground, shutting my eyes and focusing on my breathing. I’d made a fool of myself. Let Xaden get in my head. But had he? I’d instantly seen red when that girl had walked over to Garrick. Instantly wanted to march over and tear her off him. Not something I had ever wanted to do before. This was just our dragons and them being mated now. This was nothing to do with actually wanting Garrick. Right? Heavy foot steps on the ground announce his arrival. I open my eyes to see him leaning on the tree next to me, arms crossed across his now clothed chest. Looking at me in a way I’ve never seen him look at me before.

”I think we need to talk darling.”

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Maybe reader is feeling self conscious and having self esteem issues when it comes to Joaquin being the Falcon and who he works with/approaches him and she tries to pack up and leave one day (happy ending is okay though 😅) thank you ❤️

Feelings ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: you leave Joaquín one morning after your feeling of insecurity got too much to ignore.

tw: fem!reader, limited use of y/n, insecure feelings, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

I love this and thank you so much for the request! Keep the requests coming because I love and appreciate them all. I gave this a happy ending because I made myself feel sad. I hope you enjoy this ❤️

This also didn't come out the way I thought it would but like, it's not bad. Also the name for this is so bad, like horribly bad.

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You told yourself that were ok with it, the way Joaquín got recognized everywhere. That he was with you, that he chose you, that the girls that come up and flirt with him mean nothing to him. Yet when you see him smile and get flustered at their words, the way they would giggle when he smiled at them. You knew he was just being nice, that he needed to be nice. His whole job was public and there was more to it than just saving people.

So you would stand off to the side, let the girls surround him and giggle and flirt and touch him. You would take deep breathes, remind yourself that he wanted you and that he would tell you if he was no longer in love with you. You would watch as he would smile at them, in a way that he once swore he only smiled like that for you. The way he would let them hang off him and how he would laugh as they threw themselves on him.

"Are you ok?" He would always ask afterward, knowing you so well that he could tell something was bothering you.

"I'm fine, just tired," you would lie, walking just a little faster thinking you could run from the problems.

It was after one of these run in, one that the girl kissed Joaquín's cheek, that you couldn't do this anymore. You waited until he went to bed, he wasn't a heavy sleeper but it was easier to get around when he was asleep. You had a bag pulled from the garage already, you had it pulled out by Joaquín for a trip you took a few days ago. All you had do to was throw clothes and some necessities into it and leave. It was easier said than done, you had to be quiet and every time Joaquín would slightly wake up you would have to stop moving and let him roll over and go back to sleep. You heart clenched when you realized he never once reached for you like he did before, that he didn't search you out when he would wake up even the slightest bit.

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You were gone by the time Joaquín woke up, he never woke up to an empty bed when home. You would always be in bed with him or you would call out from the bathroom that you would be right back. But you weren't, you weren't in bed and the bathroom door was wide open with the light off. Joaquín jumped out of bed, his heart beating wildly as he looked for you. He checked the other bedrooms, the other bathrooms, the kitchen, the living room, the dining room, everywhere in the house. Even in the cabinets, he was frantic and ran back for his phone. He tried yours but it just went to voicemail, he tried 3 more times before he called Sam.

"Hey," Sam answered his phone.

"Do you know where y/n is?" Joaquín rushed his question out.

"No, I mean she was over early this morning. Gave me something to give to you when we get into work, why?"

"She's not here, did she say anything else?"

"When I asked why she couldn't give you the note herself she said she had a work trip," Sam explained, suddenly feeling like you had lied to him.

"No, her work trip was a few days ago," Joaquín told Sam, rushing to get ready. "I'm headed to your house now," Joaquín hung up the phone and grabbed his keys and wallet, running down to his car. Noting your missing one made him almost sob.

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You were at your best friend's place, she had known about how you were feeling. She had seen how you curled into yourself and how you couldn't even smile while watching Joaquín get happy about being recognized first hand.

"Y/n, come on. You need to get up," Arabella, your best friend, gently rubbed your arm. You had spent the last few hours just laying in her guest bedroom, staring at the wall.

"Bella, what if I'm overreacting?" Your voice was barely loud enough for her to hear.

"You are," she told you matter of factly and you sat up so fast you made yourself dizzy. "But, you have every right to overreact and feel this way," she told you in the most motherly way.

"But," she cut you off with a small shush.

"No buts, you have done so well. You have put up with so much, the only other thing you could have done is talk to him. Which, you know, would be the smart decision but it is your decision to make," you smiled at Arabella's words.

"I gave Sam a note to give to Joaquín," you laid back down on the bed.

"I made breakfast, come on," Arabella grabbed your hands and gently pulled you up.

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Joaquín,

I'm sorry for just getting up and leaving. I wanted you to have this so you know why, it's not your fault so don't blame yourself.

I love how you're Falcon, I love that you want to help people in every way you can. And I love that you get so excited that you get recognized on the street and that you love to take photos with them.

It just became too much, watching as girls, and guys, come up to you and flirt and hang off you. It's not your fault that you let them, that you're a public figure with an image to maintain.

I thought I could handle it, that it didn't bother me because I knew you loved me. That I knew you chose me even when you didn't have to. I knew that you would tell me if you didn't love me anymore, but I can't shake the feeling that you're just trying to save my feelings. That you don't want to hurt me because that's not who you are. I know you don't know this, but you don't reach for me at night anymore. You stay on your side of the bed and when I try to move closer at night you push me away. I know you're probably thinking about how you wake up with me in your arms every morning, and that's because when I notice your waking up I'll just move closer and you pull me to you once you do wake up.

I'm sorry for not having the courage to tell you in person, you deserve someone who isn't a coward to tell you how they feel. I don't want to force you to do anything, I don't want you to have to stay with me because you're too nice to hurt someone.

I leave the decision on whether you want to stay with me up to you.

I love you and if you don't love me then I'm sorry for how long you've wasted on me,

Y/n

Joaquín cried as he finished your letter, he knew you were feeling off. You would brush him off, he figured you would tell him before it got too bad. He felt horrible, you kept telling him in the note that it's not his fault, but he couldn't felt but feel like it is.

"Do you need the day off?" Sam saw Joaquín's tears running down his face.

"I," Joaquín sighed, trying to get his feelings under wraps.

"Go, I'm making the decision for you," Sam told Joaquín to leave and the aforementioned man just left. He didn't know where to go, he figured you were with Arabella but he also knew you wouldn't want to see him so soon in the day. He sat in his truck, debating on whether or not to call you. He stared at your contact, the name, Mi Novia ❤️, stared back. He didn't care that you thought he didn't love you anymore, he wouldn't change your contact name until you told him you didn't love him. But he was desperate to hear your voice, he pressed the call button and listened to it ring.

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You stared at your phone, Joaquín's contact name, Mi Corazón ❤️, taunted you. You couldn't bare to change the contact name, your heart not ready for that heartbreak. You let out a shaky sigh before grabbing your phone to answer it.

"Hello?" Your voice shook and you debating on just hanging up.

"Angel," Joaquín sounded relieved to hear your voice.

"Joaquín, I'm sorry," you apologized and his heart broke when he heard the sob tear its way out of your throat. "I thought I could handle this, I'm sorry," you sobbed before you hung up.

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Joaquín hung his head and let his own sob out. It broke his heart that he was the reason you were crying, that he caused this mush heartbreak. He put his car in drive and drove home, he knew it would hurt being there knowing that you wouldn't be there waiting for him.

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"Bella," you walked out of the guest room to find your friend. She was in the living room with her girlfriend, both of them rushing over to you when they saw you were sobbing. "He called me, I thought I could handle it. But hearing his voice and him calling me angel was too much, I hung up," you sobbed harder as the two women shared a look.

"Get her to the car, I'll get her bags," Iris, Arabella's girlfriend, told Arabella.

"What?" You questioned but followed Arabella to your car.

"You are going home, we didn't want to do this. We wanted you to heal on your own time, but he loves you. And you love him, so you are going home and you two will makeup and hopefully kiss and you'll feel better," Arabella told you as Iris came out and went to her car.

"Bella, what if you're wrong," you looked at her and she shook her head.

"Why would he call you angel if he didn't love you? That man might be dense and a little oblivious but he won't call you that unless he loved you," Bella told you as she pulled out of her driveway and headed back to your house.

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Joaquín was in the living room when he heard cars pull into the drive way. He walked to the living room window and saw Arabella and Iris pulling you out of your car. Iris shoving your bag into your hands as Arabella handed you your keys before they got into Iris' car and left. Joaquín walked away from the window, knowing if you saw him before you were ready you'd leave. You took a deep breath before walking to the door, you hesitated to knock on the door.

"You got this, it's just Joaquín. He wouldn't hurt you," you whispered to yourself. You knocked on the door and it took Joaquín less than a minute to open it. It made your head spin, the way you could see that he was crying and that he had run his fingers through his hair.

"Angel," he hesitantly reached for you and you let him pull you inside and into a hug.

"I'm sorry," you broke down into a sob, your tears soaking the front of Joaquín's shirt as he held you. "I'm so sorry," you kept sobbing and your words became inconsolable. Joaquín just held you to him tighter, his tears had stopped as soon as you were in his arms. He was just happy that you were back, that he didn't completely fuck it up.

"Angel, I'm sorry for not seeing you were hurting," Joaquín apologized but you shook your head at him.

"I didn't tell you, you're busy with being Falcon. You have so many more important things to do," you were cut off by Joaquín shushing you.

"You are more important to me then being Falcon," Joaquín told you and you pulled away horrified.

"You're not quitting, are you? Because I will break your heart right here if you even think about it, you've wanted this forever. Don't you," you were cut off by Joaquín grabbing your upper arms.

"I'm not quitting," Joaquín shushed you.

"Good," you let out a sigh of relief, your tears had stopped flowing in the fear that Joaquín had quit and hadn't come back. Joaquín saw that as a win and took your bag from where you dropped it on the floor, you followed him as he went to your shared room and dropped it on the bed.

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Joaquín had waited for hours, he let you get comfortable before bringing up the letter and it's content. You were curled into him, your head resting on his chest as he traced shaped on your arm.

"Angel, we need to talk about your letter," Joaquín felt you tense against him. You said nothing so Joaquín continued talking. "I know that if bothers you that they flirt with me."

"Which you have no control over," you interjected, Joaquín simply smiled down at you.

"I talked to Sam, he's going to make a press release about it," Joaquín told you.

"But you two don't have to."

"I know, but we want to."

"Joaquín," you sat up, feeling empty from the lack of contact right away. "Can you answer one question?"

"Of course, mi amor," Joaquín told you.

"Do you still promise to tell me if you ever fall out of love with me?" You looked Joaquín in the eyes, refusing to let your fear break your resolve.

"If that unlikely event ever happens, I will tell you," Joaquín assured you.

"Then can we just forget this?"

"Angel, I would love to forget this but if we don't talk about it, how can I be sure you won't let something like this get to you again. Today was horrible, and I might be selfish for saying this, but I never want to go through that again," Joaquín told you and for the first time since this morning, you realized you never thought how your choices would make Joaquín feel. You stared at him, horrified with yourself and your actions.

"I," you looked at the hurt look on Joaquín's face. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize how my actions where making you feel. I'm a," you stopped yourself, knowing Joaquín would jump in to tell you that you're not a horrible person. You thought your next words through carefully. "I appreciate you and Sam coming up with a way to try and curb the flirting and I know today was hard, I know I was a horrible girlfriend, and don't disagree with me," you leveled him with a look as you noticed him getting ready to disagree with you. "I said it in my letter, I know that you love me, that I was the one you chose. I know that you're nice to the girls because you're Falcon. I know that you'll say nothing can change how you feel about me but we both know that no one can control their feelings," you told Joaquín, both of you were just looking at each other.

"As long as I live, I will love you. I plan on marrying you as soon as you're ready for marriage. When I say there is nothing that can make me not love you, I mean it. I have loved you since you yelled at my commanding officer when I got hurt the first time in the Army. I have known since you first met my family and took their invasive questions, that I wanted to marry you. I watch the way you just stare at anyone who flirts with you because you don't know how to respond, I was on the receiving end of that," Joaquín threw in his little joke that made both of you laugh. "I see how you look at the girls in bars that try and flirt with me, how if you could kill someone with your eyes they would be dead. You told me, that you trust me completely and I know you still do. Which is why I need you to trust me that no one will ever be able to make me leave you," Joaquín grabbed your hands and you laced your fingers with his.

"You want to marry me?" Your voice was wobbly.

"That's what you got from that?" Joaquín joked.

"Wait, no, you want to marry me," you were hyper focused on the fact that he wanted to marry you.

"Yes, I want to marry you," Joaquín told you, thinking back to the ring he had hidden under his pillow knowing that it was his chore to change the bed sheets.

"You want to marry me," you breathed out, giddy.

"I do," Joaquín got the feeling that whatever reservations about your relationship was gone.

"You want to marry me," you laughed, you started to sound like a broken record but Joaquín just smiled and laughed with you. You were still smiling and slightly giggling when Joaquín stood up and walked away.

"Are we ok?"

"Yeah, we are ok," you nodded, moving back to curl into Joaquín.

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Swap you face part 2

Archie frowned looking a bit paler than before:"So you're saying that doctor Brown is onto us and we gotta flee, is that what I think you're saying?"

"Pretty much"

"How would he prove we stole their bodies? Would he force you to switch clothes in front of everyone or what?"

"Have you performed any surgery recently? No. Neither have I, but these bodies have. So either we run away or we will have Hell of a complicated life. Or if you don't want this, I can go get your body. I'll switch you and your hell ends."

Archie was contemplating for a while watching his manly arms on his wide thighs. He looked up:"I don't want to leave. Please sort this out."

"Ok, so Dr. Brown is in my body. Dr. Kim now has yours. Meaning that I need part of my original clothing to swap myself and Dr. Brown. Then I'll just swap you with Dr. Kim. We already have their clothing. We can't go back to my house for the clothing cause my parents would freak if they saw two adults trying to enter their house for a piece of clothing of their sons. I'll leave for the hospital and get it. Ok?"

"Fine. Thank you. I'm really sorry, but it would be really stressful to just leave. I know you understand."

Don't get it wrong. I really wanted to follow the plan before. I went to get my clothes. But my body was sleeping, strapped to the bed. Then a handsome intern entered the room

"Good afternoon, Dr. Brown. I'm on your service today. We had to restrain the patient, he was showing signs of mental disorder claiming to be you. There is a bypass scheduled in OR 1 and OR 2 is waiting for you. Can I help you with anything sir?"

My mind was coming up with the most devious plan ever. But eventually it would make many people happy. Maybe except Dr. Brown.

"Come with me to the on-call room. I have to speak to you privately."

We entered the room

"Take off your shirt." I ordered him

"Sir, I am sorry, but I am not comftable doing that. Besides, I am in a relationship. You're a very handsome man, but this isn't gonna happen, sir."

"I am your attending. And as your attending I expect you to follow everything I tell you to do!"

He was visibly angry, but he proceeded

"Here you go." He said angrily and handed me the shirt.

I took off my own shirt and threw it at him, while taking his own. "You're about to get a very fast promotion." I put on his shirt. Changing my appearence yet again.

in front off me was the body of Dr. Brown. It seemed from the look of his face, that he understood the situation quite well. He seemed actually happy about it too. Smiling even. I mean it doesn't happen everyday that you become an attending from being an intern in just a few months

I smiled and waved at him:"Goodbye DR. BROWN!"

He just waved without saying a single word and just smiled. The last thing I saw was him unbotting his jeans

"So you're saying you put dr. Brown back in your body but you had to swap with this kid? How does that even happen?"

"First of all i"m an adult and an intern just as your body. Second of all, it happened fast after he wanted to get me for swapping with him. And third of all stop at this motel. We're far enough from them. We should rest."

We got ourselves a room. We decided to relax for a while and the figure out where we were gonna go. We were next to each other on the bed. I was enjoying my new smell of a younger man. Inhaling my armpit. Archie was still nervous. Maybe I shouldn't have swapped him and just continue this journey on my own. He is such a wreck when he is doing something out of his control.

"I'm gonna go to shower. Wanna come with me?" I asked. He said he needs some time to think, so I let him be.

I was so looking forward to this. Enjoying the new body. Now was the time to fully explore. I left the door open for Archie to observe in case he was interested. Taking off the trousers and my shirt, I was left with the view of my new manly, yet younger body than before.

I smiled at myself. "This is gonna be so much fun"

I entered the shower, turning on the hot water. The feeling of water running down over my pectorals and my slightly hairy torso, over to the abs and to my new beautiful cock. Dr. Brown was bigger, but damn, this guys dick is amazing. Looks like from a porno movie.

I started slowly. Picking up the pace. I didn't try to hold in me the moaning, but even that didn't invite Archie to join me. I tried to insert the fingers of my free hand into my anus. Maaan this guy is so tight. I continued until I found his prostate. Let me tell you that this was indeed the best orgasm so far. Even better than in Brown's body. I had to wash the wall of the shower because of how much of cum I released.

This power is so fucking amazing

I went out of the shower to find Archie still on the bed. I laid down on mine too.

"You're still upset?"

"I.... I don't know if I want this. I mean. It's one thing to swap around two doctor's bodies to fuck around. But we stole their life. Our lives are gone. And I mean... It's not too late to go back. Don't you think?"

"We can be anyone you know? We don't have to go back to our lives"

"But I want to be me. I like my life."

"Hmmm... well in that case..." I got up from my bed and showed visibly my frustration.

"Where are you going?"

"Ehm. I am gonna go for a walk now to think how I'm going to swap us back easily and not to screw anything else up."

"I'm sorry. It's just cause I feel so guilty."

"Yeah I know. It's fine. I'll be back in an hour."

Maybe it was horrible from me, but I still think leaving Archie in the motel was the best thing I could have done. He's got a new adult body and he needs to learn how to take care of himself. Yeah you guessed it. I wasn't planning on going back to that motel.

As for me. I wanna thake this body for a ride. I went to this bar a made a decision to hit on anyone who might have a car to get me further away. Maybe even take their lige. But I think I'll keep this guy for a loooong time

A cute nerdy guy approached looking sex starved. Well this should be interesting

Hey guys, I'm slowly working on your stories, but I gotta take care of some stuff in school. I'll try to write in my free time as much as possible to make your swap dreams come true. Byeee

Part 1:

[trippiexlove]

Ch.19 - Serendipity

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Druitt POV

I leaned over the toilet as I emptied out the contents of my stomach. I've been feeling sick, but didn't feel like going to my Doctor.

Part of me was wondering if I had a stomach virus or if I could potentially be with child. I was scared of the last option for many reasons. 

I stood up and brush my teeth, freshening myself up. I decided I would just go to the store and just buy the very item I didn't want to.

I quickly changed into some biker shorts and tee, and headed out the door.

I made it to my nearest store and quickly make my way in. going down different isles before finding what I've been looking for. 

I grabbed it, and swiftly made my way to check out. I smiled at the lady as she checked me out and got my stuff and left. 

I arrived home and went upstairs to my bathroom taking the item out.

I was staring at it in disbelief, not sure how I got here. Sure I know how but I just couldn't believe I was in this situation. 

I shook my head putting it away "I am just tripping, there's no way I am fine" I shut the drawer and walked out the bathroom. As I walked out the bathroom I saw Jey calling me on FaceTime. I grabbed my phone quickly answering the call.

Once it connected I saw him in the car. "Hey beautiful" I smiled as he looked really handsome today.

"Hey main event, where you going?"

He leaned back further in his seat, driving with one hand "I am on my way to go pick up my son from practice."

"Tell Jeyce I am going to come to his next game"

"He's going to be excited, I couldn't keep him away from you last time you was here"

I smiled "Awe is somebody jealous" I teased with a smirk "you are going to have to learn to share me"

"The hell I am, you my woman, I don't share you with anybody" I laughed as he sent a glare towards me.

"It's ok babe, there's enough of me to go around"

"Only for me though" I saw him come to a stop and park. We talked for a few more minutes until I heard the car door open and saw Jeyce get in the car. 

He smiled when he seen me "Dru!"

"Hey Buddy!"

"Oh forget that I am here uce" Jey held a scowl on his face.

"Don't be a hater"

"Yeah dad, don't be a hater"

"Oh excuse me" Jey said in a offended tone.

"It's ok babe, Jeyce I will be at your next game"

His face lit up with excitement "Really?!"

"Yeah buddy, I will be there"

We all talked for a few more minutes until we hung up. I got up and walked into my bathroom again and looked at the item. I stared at it for a few minutes and just decided to put the item in my bag and take it with me when I leave.

The digital image of Jey's smiling face lingered on my phone screen for a moment after the call ended. A warmth spread through me, a familiar comfort that always seemed to ground me, even when my insides felt like they were doing somersaults. But as I placed the phone down, my gaze drifted back towards the bathroom door, the unopened box containing my potential reality sitting heavy in my mind.

A sigh escaped my lips. "Just tripping," I muttered again, the words sounding less convincing this time. My body had been throwing these curveballs for a week now – the nausea that would hit me out of nowhere, the strange fatigue that clung to me even after a full night's sleep. Ignoring it had been my strategy, a flimsy shield against the possibility that my life was about to take an unexpected turn.

But the insistent whispers of "what if" were growing louder, harder to ignore. Jey and I... we were good. Really good. He was my rock, my biggest supporter, and seeing him with Jeyce always melted my heart. The thought of adding another little one to our mix was both exhilarating and terrifying. We hadn't exactly been trying, but we hadn't been actively preventing it either. A casual conversation about maybe someday now echoed in my ears with a newfound urgency.

I wandered into the kitchen, aimlessly opening and closing the refrigerator door. Hunger pangs had been another unwelcome guest lately, followed by a strange aversion to some of my favorite foods. Just the thought of coffee made my stomach churn. It was all adding up, the puzzle pieces forming a picture I wasn't sure I was ready to see.

Finally, with a deep breath, I walked back upstairs. The small bag lay innocently on my dresser. I picked it up, the weight surprisingly significant in my hand. The plastic crinkled softly as I moved, the sound amplifying the internal debate raging within me.

"Okay, Druitt," I told myself, my voice firm despite the tremor in my hands. "Just... just take it. Get it over with. Then you'll know."

But the thought of facing that unknown alone in my bathroom felt daunting. What if it was positive? What would I do then? Who would I tell first? My mind raced, skipping from one anxious scenario to another.

That's when Trin popped into my head. My best friend, my confidante, the one person who always knew how to cut through my anxieties with a dose of reality and a whole lot of love. She would know what to do. She would be my rock in this moment of uncertainty.

A plan started to form. Trin was wrestling in a few days, a big match. I had to be there anyway, had a few segments planned. Maybe... maybe I could take the test there. With her. Having her support, her calm presence, would make this whole terrifying ordeal a little less lonely.

I nodded to myself, a sense of purpose settling within me. Yes. That's what I would do. I carefully placed the unopened box into my bag, tucked safely amongst my usual wrestling gear and water bottle. It felt like a secret, a heavy secret that I would carry with me to the arena.

Every little twinge, every fleeting wave of nausea, felt like a confirmation of my fears. I tried to distract myself, watching some mindless television, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the small box in my bag.

Getting to the arena wouldn't be about putting on an amazing show. It was about facing a potential truth, a truth that could change everything. And somehow, knowing Trin would be there, waiting in the wings, made the journey a little less daunting.

*Few Days Later*

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the urgency in my steps as I navigated the labyrinthine hallways of the arena. Each turn felt like a gamble, each face I passed a potential obstacle. The need to find Trin was a burning ember within me, a desperate plea for her steady presence in the face of the unknown. Finally, tucked away near a stack of lighting equipment, I spotted her familiar silhouette.

"Trin!" The sound tore from my throat, a ragged call that sliced through the backstage din. Her head snapped up, her brow furrowing with concern as she took in my near sprint towards her.

"What's up, champ?" she asked, her usual playful tone replaced with an edge of worry as she hopped down from the crate. Her hug was tight, grounding, but the anxiety churning inside me wouldn't be so easily soothed.

"Nothing much," I managed, my voice betraying the turmoil within. "Are you busy right now?" My grip on her hands was tighter than intended, a silent plea for her undivided attention.

"No, I'm not. You okay, Dru?" Her eyes searched mine, picking up on the frantic energy radiating off me. Without a word, I pulled her along, my feet knowing the way to the relative privacy of my locker room.

The click of the closing door amplified the sudden silence. I moved towards my bag, my movements jerky and uncoordinated. "Okay, so what's up, girl?" Trin's voice was soft now, laced with a gentle concern that both comforted and unnerved me.

"Well," I began, my fingers fumbling as I rummaged through my bag, avoiding her direct gaze. "You know we went on that vacation a month ago..."

"Yeah," she replied, her tone encouraging. "We had a blast. We need to book another girls' trip soon."

"Yes," I agreed, finally locating the small, tell-tale box. My hand trembled slightly as I held it, my gaze locking with hers. "Great time, great food, great drinks..." A nervous laugh escaped me. "...great sex."

Trin's eyebrows shot up, a slow smile spreading across her face before she caught the shift in my eyes. "Oh," she said slowly, the humor fading. "Okay. He definitely put it down. But... what's going on, Dru?" Her gaze was intense, waiting.

I held up the box, the stark white cardboard a stark contrast to the turmoil inside me. Trin's breath hitched. Her eyes widened, her hand flying to cover her mouth, her expression a mixture of shock and dawning understanding. "Dru... no," she whispered, shaking her head slowly. "You think... you think you're pregnant?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken fears. "I mean... I don't know," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm a week late. That's why... that's why I needed to see you. I've had it for a few days, but I'm scared to take it alone."

Trin's eyes softened with a fierce protectiveness. "Go ahead," she urged, her voice firm now. "Take it now. Right now." She gently steered me towards the bathroom, her hand a steady presence on my back.

The sterile white of the bathroom seemed to amplify my anxiety. The rustle of the packaging, the small plastic stick in my hand – each detail felt magnified, imbued with immense significance. I followed the instructions, my hands shaking so badly I almost dropped the test. Then, I stood there, the weight of the next few minutes pressing down on me, each breath a conscious effort.

My mind conjured a rapid-fire montage of possibilities: Jey's surprised face, his potential joy, the logistical nightmare of another child, the fear of somehow disrupting the beautiful balance we had found. The digital timer on the test ticked down with agonizing slowness, each passing second stretching into an eternity.

Finally, the faint beep echoed from the bathroom. My feet felt rooted to the floor. I couldn't bring myself to look. I opened the door, my eyes locked on Trin's face. "I can't," I choked out, backing away. "You look."

I retreated into the locker room, pacing a tight circle, my gaze fixed on the worn carpet. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, broken only by the frantic rhythm of my own breathing. I could hear the faint sounds of Trin moving in the bathroom, the soft rustle of plastic, the almost imperceptible click as she likely placed the test down.

The wait felt unbearable. Each passing moment amplified the suspense, the unknown hanging heavy in the air between us. Finally, the bathroom door creaked open. Trin stood in the doorway, her expression unreadable, her eyes holding a truth I both desperately wanted and desperately feared to see. The silence in the room intensified, every nerve in my body screaming for the answer etched on her face...

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[theunbreakablecurse0]

Small fic Teachers Gego AU (hurt/comfort, arguments)

It was a quiet night. No distant car sounds outside, no birds or other things that usually can be heard during this time.

Suguru was sitting in the living room and staring blankly at the front door. Fiddling with the wedding ring on his finger, he blinked and switched his attention from the door to the clock on the wall.

3:31

*****

It was a promise they made along their hard way while being jujutsu sorcerers: no coming back home after midnight. This specific rule was mainly made for Satoru, who always worked overtime while Suguru was away during their toughest year apart. Defection and all the stuff that came with it.

Overworking was not something Suguru and Shoko thought was compatible with Six eyes and Infinity, so just like that, after Satoru's fifth attempt to come back home in the morning, the rule was established.

And to be honest, it had been working quite well for almost seven years of their marriage until some shit began to happen. Again and again. It started with:

             My love 🧿🧿

[sorry i don't think i will be home for dinner today :( ]

[Did smth happen? Need my help?]

[no  it's ok baby, stay at home~]

And ended with:

My love 🧿🧿

[go to bed without me, gonna be done with some paperwork in 40 min or so]

[But there was no paperwork when i left??]

[old fuckers forgot again]

After the fourth time in one week, the confrontation finally happened.

"Toru? Is there something I need to know about? You're coming back much later than usual these days," Suguru asked while stirring green tea.

Satoru raised his head.

"Nothing specific~" he sing-songed with a thin smile.

Suguru frowned.

"Sorry… I'll try coming back home earlier. I promise, it's nothing bad", Satoru whispered and kissed him on the cheek.

“Alright.”

*****

3:57

Suguru heard a sound of a key unlocking the door. It finally opened, revealing a very tired Geto Satoru, who gently closed it from the inside, taking his blindfold off.

"You okay?" Suguru flatly asked, staring at his husband.

Satoru flinched, his eyes widened in awe as he quickly turned to Suguru.

"Shit, you scared me. I-I am!"

"Very well. Care to elaborate?"

"You mean?"

"The damn missions you've been taking and all the fucking lies about paperwork and meetings?"

"Suguru it's..."

"I'm listening. To the truth, preferably,” Suguru stood up, crossing his arms.

"I just... Three first grade sorcerers in Kyoto have resigned. So I agreed to take on their scheduled missions for a few weeks before higher ups will find a replacement for-"

"You're not being serious,” Suguru whispered.

Satoru stood there silently and just sheepishly rubbed his knuckles with a thumb.

"You're working yourself to the ground.”

"I promise you that I'm not!"

"You broke two dishes yesterday and almost poured the tea in a glass instead of your mug. And now, you didn't notice me when I was sitting right here and looking at the door.”

"I..."

"There are thousands of sorcerers in Kyoto that could have taken the job, but instead, higher ups decided to make their lives easier and USE YOU to clean up the mess. You agreed to this shit without telling me, then lied, and all this in process of slowly destroying yourself with the lack of sleep and everything else for fucking weeks. And don't tell me about your RCT, because we know it depends on your brain which can obviously get tired. So don't fucking say anything about people."

"Don't be so dramatic; I can take care of myself."

"I can see that."

"Suguru, please, can we stop doing this now."

"Why did you lie? You could have a least shared it with me."

"Because I knew you would be angry and worried for nothing."

"So you think your health and safety are nothing."

Satoru rolled his eyes.

"Suguru, you act like I'm some damsel in distress, really. I'm a grown man, a special grade jujutsu sorcerer after all."

"And does that make you not human?"

"A little bit?"

"If something happens-"

"NOTHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN!" Satoru interrupted him, clearly annoyed.

"So now you're also immortal and can see the future."

"I DON'T NEED ANYONE TO SAVE ME FROM FIRST AND SECOND GRADE CURSES; I'M NOT FRAGILE, SUGURU!"

"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL THAT IT'S NOT WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"

"THEN WHAT IS IT?!"

"I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU EXHAUSTED AND ALONE, DOING NOT YOUR JOB, WHILE YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO LET YOUR BODY REST! AND YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT CAN HAPPEN WHEN YOU PUSH YOURSELF TO THE LIMIT!"

“IT IS MY JOB!”

“IT’S NOT!”

“YOU LEFT ME FOR A YEAR! I WORKED LIKE THIS AND NOTHING HAPPENED. DIDN’T SEEM LIKE YOU CARED BACK THEN!”

A low blow. A very low blow.

Suguru felt like a bucket of cold water was poured onto his shoulders, and it looked like it showed on his face, because after a couple of seconds, Satoru quietly called his name and reached out with his hand. 

Suguru took a step back, almost hitting the wall.

“Dad, Papa? Is everything fine?” Tsumiki asked, looking from an opened door to her bedroom.

“Sorry, did we wake you up? We’re alright,” Suguru found some words, coming up to his daughter.

“No, I woke up ‘cause I was thirsty.”

“I’ll bring you some water, okay?” Suguru whispered. The girl nodded, and as the man turned away and made his way to the kitchen, she worriedly looked at Satoru.

“Papa? Are you sure you are okay? You don’t look well…”

“I- yes, I am.”

Suguru returned and carefully put the glass in Tsumiki’s hand.

“Go to bed, okay?” He ruffled her hair, and she muttered a sleepy “thank you” before going back to her room.

Just as Tsumiki left, Satoru came up to Suguru, gently holding his cold hand.

“I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean it,” his voice was shaking a little.

“I see,” Suguru gently brushed Satoru’s hand off and went to put on his shoes. He needed to get out of here for a while.

“Wait! Where are you going?” 

Suguru didn’t answer the question.

“You should change your clothes. And there is your portion of food from dinner on the table. Eat at least something and go to bed. I need some time alone.”

He threw on his black hoodie, snatched his emergency cigarette pack with a lighter and left, shutting the door. Satoru hid his face in his palms.

*****

It took Suguru almost an hour and three cigarettes to calm down a little bit. He rarely smoked. Especially after the children appeared. 

But today Suguru felt like he really needed it. A smoke break.

He couldn’t help but wonder if it was something he did. Something that made Satoru feel like he could not trust him anymore.

*****

When he got back home, it was already five in the morning. There was no food on the table. Only a small stack of washed dishes next to the sink.

"Thank God" Suguru thought.

He walked down the corridor and stood in front of their bedroom door, carefully opening it after some time.

Satoru was lying on the opposite edge of the bed under the blanket with his back to the entrance, looking unusually small for his height. Suguru closed the door, and the room fell into complete darkness.

He joined Satoru under the covers and turned to his husband. Suguru knew he was not asleep. The back was too strained, and it seemed like Satoru tried to hold his breath or just breathe more quietly for some reason. There was only one explanation for that.

He couldn't do this anymore. This particular week was a killer on its own.

Suguru stretched his arm and easily moved another man to his chest. After a few seconds, a sob broke the silence of the bedroom. Satoru's shoulders began to shake uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Satoru sobbed out.

"I'm very sorry too," Suguru whispered, feeling that his eyes began to burn. He gently flipped Satoru, and now they were face to face in the darkness.

"You must know I didn't mean it!" Satoru exclaimed, and Suguru just held him tighter.

"B-because I know the reason why you l-left and everything else. It was just such a shitty month, and I'm so-"

"Shhh... I believe you. It's okay. I'm here."

"It is NOT okay!"

"Satoru, it's alright. Please, we've said a lot of shit to each other before. It doesn't mean it is true."

Satoru's breathing became a bit easier.

"After our talk two days ago I- I decided to quit taking extra missions. But this time there were kids. The curse was stealing them for a few weeks, and these motherfuckers couldn't even find them straight away because higher ups can't do their fucking job. I didn't want you to be there. Not after Mimiko and Nanako. So I didn't tell you. I'm sorry I lied about all this stuff."

And just like that, the truth was out. There was a silence for a few minutes.

"But do you think it makes me feel easier that you experienced all this alone?" Suguru asked tenderly.

After a moment, Satoru whispered a "no".

"I thought we were stronger together, mm? Mentally AND physically."

"We are," Satoru mumbled.

"I understand where your worries came from, but please don't do stuff like that again. I can do anything when I'm with you. I was so fucking worried. I just... you know I'm not trying to order you around, but..."

"I understand."

Satoru hid his face on Suguru's neck and sniffed.

"Are you sure you're okay? Nothing hurts?"

"Head. A lil bit."

"Did you take your pills? The ones Shoko gave you?"

"I did."

"Good," Suguru praised, while petting his hair.

"The food was very delicious; thank you."

"You are welcome, my love."

Satoru blushed.

"Wait, Toru, is that my sweatshirt you are wearing?"

"Maybe..."

Suguru finally felt relieved after all these days.

"We should take a day off today."

"Mmm? Yeah. Definitely."

"I'll deal with it. Go to sleep. I'll grab you some tissues, and I have to find my phone."

"Nooo~ I don't want you to go anywhere."

"Just for a second, come on."

"Nope."

P.S. I laid this on the table. You deal with it lol. Fuck typos if there any (as usual)

P.P.S. Was inspired by Satoru Gojo's shitty schedule! Not even sure what is this

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

I know you've touched on it in your Gamzee Essay/general alternative timeline post but may I hear some more about your ideas regarding GamTav (or only Tavros)? You get these two in a way the broader fandom doesn't (which is fine, I'll still reblog even the most vanilla ooc art of them) so I'd really love hearing more of your thoughts:3

Ok, I think this is going to be someeewhat controversial, but I think they're destined for pale together, despite Gamzee's initial flushed flirting. I did in fact reread ALL of Tavros's logs for this.

I think the first thing we need to establish is that Tavros actually feels really shitty about himself. It's obvious that his problem is "self-esteem," since he's constantly prattling on about it, but there's a bit he says as Tavrossprite that's pretty enlightening as to where his actions stem from:

TAVROSPRITE: i SYMPATHIZE ENTIRELY WITH YOUR SOCIAL IMPASSE, cAUSING NOT GOOD REFLECTIONS ABOUT YOURSELF, tHAT MAYBE ALSO DOUBLE AS LIBERATING STUFF ABOUT YOU THAT YOU RANDOMLY DECIDE IS FINE SUDDENLY, TAVROSPRITE: oLD ACQUAINTANCES, aND GUYS YOU ONCE CALLED FRIENDS, TAVROSPRITE: tHOSE ARE VERY HARD, TAVROSPRITE: bECAUSE OVER TIME THEY GET EXPOSED TOO MUCH, tO ALL MY FLAWS AND INSECURITIES, TAVROSPRITE: aND THEY START LIKING ME LESS BECAUSE OF THAT, TAVROSPRITE: aT LEAST, tHAT'S HOW THE TRUTH FEELS, iN MY BRAIN, TAVROSPRITE: sO i START THINKING, mAYBE THEY CAN'T BE THAT IMPORTANT TO ME, aFTER ALL, iF i'M GOING TO WANT TO FEEL NOT SAD ABOUT MYSELF ALL THE TIME,

He has a mixture of self-loathing and social anxiety, the latter of which exacerbates the former, as his mind tells him that his friends secretly hate him. However, his real problem is what he then does with those feelings - he avoids them and the situations that cause them. This causes two major knock-on effects: the first is that he actively ends up distancing himself from people who ARE nice to him and DO care about him, only adventuring with Vriska because he's a pushover and she's very pushy (he adventures completely alone up until that point, and winds up sleeping almost all the time afterwards); the second being that, because he refuses to actually sit with and address his negative feelings about himself (or anything else), he's never able to fix them, or remove himself from shitty situations.

Something consistent with Tavros is that every time he tries to make a decision before his death and Vriska-prototyping, it's by trying to rely on something external - whether that's his imaginary friend, his robot legs, or the story of Pupa Pan... or relying on advice from Kanaya, or seeking approval and forgiveness from Vriska, or earning flushed interest from Jade. He believes himself to be deeply flawed and untrustworthy, so he allows other people to make his decisions, and when relationships do get intimate enough that someone might get him vulnerable, he peaces out. Even his ill-fated attempt to kill Vriska is heavily encouraged by Vriska herself:

AT: aND THAT BEING THE CASE, AT: eVEN THOUGH i'M TERRIFIED OF YOU, AT: aND nOT AS STRONG, AT: oR REAL CONFIDENT, AT: oNLY MOSTLY FAKE CONFIDENT, AG: Yeeeeeeees? AG: Go on. AT: i THINK, AT: i AM GOING TO HAVE TO STOP YOU, AG: Yeah! That's the spirit. AG: Pretty weakslime threat there, 8ut it's a start. AG: Tell you what. AG: If you can find me in this la8, you can have at me. AG: I'll even give you a free shot! No funny 8usiness or anything. AT: oK, AT: tHEN, AT: hERE i COME, AG: I'll 8e w8ing. <3

As we see with Jade, whom he's attempting to flirt with flushed, he's actively trying to impress her using "self-esteems" explicitly gained from "fake" things he's acknowledging as fake - that is, refusing to be genuine and vulnerable with her, because he doesn't believe anyone would like him the way he actually is.

AT: bUT WHAT ABOUT, AT: mY ATTRACTIVE BRAVADO, AT: aND IGNORING MY INSTINCTUAL COWARDICE HARD ENOUGH TO SAY THAT i LIKE YOU, AT: iSN'T THAT, AT: sUPPOSED TO BE VERY ATTRACTIVE, aND ENCOURAGE THE MAJOR HAVING OF FLUSHED FEELINGS IN OTHERS, AT: i GUESS WHAT i MEAN IS, wHAT ABOUT ALL MY CONFIDENCE, AT: wHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT,

His "dating" Vriska in the dream bubbles is also dubious and one-sided at best, as John calls him out for faking it and Tavros isn't willing to bring up wanting the Ring of Life because he was planning to propose to Vriska. Thus, once more, he's attempting to use something disingenuous (in this case, a human proposal) to win another person's affection, which he believes would be a symbol of actualizing his "self-esteem".

We also literally see him do the "deciding someone wasn't actually important to you after all, so it hurts less when you cut them off before they can hurt you emotionally by noticing your flaws" thing with Nepeta - he actually quite likes Nepeta, and would certainly have enjoyed having her play the game with him, but he assures her that it's not a big deal basically immediately, and insists he'll just find someone else:

AC: :33 < tavros im sorry i cant be on your team :(( AC: :33 < im not allowed AT: oH, AT: tHAT'S OKAY, AT: tHEN i GUESS HE SAID NO, tHEN, ... AC: :33 < hmm purrhaps AC: :33 < but i still f33l bad AT: i'LL FIND ANOTHER PLAYER, iT'S NOT A BIG DEAL, AT: gOOD LUCK, bEING, AT: oN THE BLUE TEAM, AC: :33 < ok thanks :((

But, perhaps most strikingly, is the way he leaves his good friend Gamzee on read after Gamzee suggests... gasp... intimacy.

TC: WhEn wE Up aNd sTaRt tO KiCk aT ThIs rEd TeAm NoIsE, TC: YoU ShOuLd mAkE YoUr wAy tO GeT YoUr hAnG On aT My hIvE. AT: oH, yES, tOTALLY, TC: We cOuLd sPlIt a tIn oF ThE PiMpEsT SnEeZe i gOt oN HaNd, BaKeD Up aLl sPeCiAl fOr yOu. TC: AnD ThEn mAyBe mAkE OuT A LiTtLe. AT: uH, TC: ;o) AT: , AT: ,,

It freaks him out, and he's never seen hanging with Gamzee again. And this is a huge shame, because not only is Tavros one of the only people who is nice to Gamzee and appreciates his religious beliefs, but Gamzee is one of the only people who hears out Tavros's genuine insecurities and desires without making fun of him:

AT: tHE ONLY THING MORE FLY THAN THE RHYMES, AT: i'M SAYING TO EXPRESS ALL MY MALICES, AT: iS THE ABILITY HE HAD i WISH WAS MINE, AT: iNSTEAD OF i GUESS, THIS EXCESSIVE PARALYSIS, TC: (lOoK OuT FoR ThE HoOk bRo!!!) TC: GeT OfFa tHoSe wHeElS, gEt oFfA ThOsE WhEeLs. TC: If mIrAcLeS ArEn't fAkE He'lL GeT OfFa tHoSe wHeElS! AT: bUT HIGH, iN THIS CASE, hAS DOUBLE THE MEANING, AT: iT MEANS HE CAN FLY, pLUS DOES HIGH SELF ESTEEMING, AT: tHAT'S TWO THINGS HE HAS, tHAT i'D RATHER WERE MINE, AT: hIS TWO FLAPPY WINGS, aND hIS BIG HEALTHY SPINE, AT: oOPS, AT: tHAT'S THREE THINGS,,, TC: GeT OfFa tHoSe wHeElS, gEt oFfA ThOsE WhEeLs. TC: If mIrAcLeS ArEn't fAkE He'lL GeT OfFa tHoSe wHeElS!

(Compare:)

PAT: i'M SORT OF, lYING ON vRISKA'S FLOOR RIGHT NOW, PAT: lIKE, iN HER BLOCK, PAT: lYING DOWN, PAT: uHH, yOU KNOW, bECAUSE i CAN'T WALK, CCG: OH NO SHIT REALLY??? CCG: YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS, WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN.

He isn't able to do a REAL self-confidence at least until he gives Vriska the bird and flies away, for the first time asserting that he thinks she's an asshole and doesn't actually want or need her validation or approval. After that, he's able to convince a ghost army to follow him using friendship and asking and niceness. Breath powers! Also Page powers! Also actual self-esteems! Although I don't personally hold anything after Game Over as anything more than soft canon, I think we can still see a fairly straightforward character arc reach a natural conclusion there.

But as to why I specifically think him and Gamzee are destined for pale, despite what appears to be flushed leanings from Gamzee's end, and despite the fact that I usually believe what the comic tells me, is because what brief few interactions we see between them are very much pale in nature, and it would be kind of narratively bizarre if Gamzee were set up to have a failed moirallegiance - the quadrant described as "soul mates" - without managing to find his real soul mate after. And who's it going to be? Equius? Or the guy that Gamzee literally says he feels "at chill with" talking to?

Gamzee kissing Tavros's corpse is often used as evidence for his desire for flushed, but I disagree - however Gamzee feels about Tavros romantically, kissing a dead player is how you revive them, so it reads to me - especially given how sad Gamzee is about Tavros dying - more like a desperate act to bring him back. Lest we forget, Terezi also gives it a try, and Karkat kisses Kanaya for the same reason - the reality that their extra lives are gone hasn't sunk in yet for these 13 year old kids, so they must try revival even if they know it won't work.

Moreover, Gamzee indirectly describes Tavros as his "best friend," after having called Karkat that through most of the game, and having an implied pale crush on Karkat during that time.

TC: YOU MOTHER FUCKING KNOW, BROTHER. TC: its the fuckin puppet. TC: THE ONE THAT'S ALL GOT TO BE MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND I GOT NOW. TC: now that my other buddy managed to be having his head chopped off. :oC

Moreover moreover, what Karkat cites as being the cause of their moirallegiance's failure is Gamzee's religious beliefs:

KARKAT: HE STARTED GETTING SO UNBELIEVABLY SELF SATISFIED AND PIOUS, LIKE WAY MORE THAN HE EVER WAS BEFORE. KARKAT: LIKE HE'S JUST SO COMPLETELY CONVINCED HE'S FOUND HIS CALLING, THAT THIS SESSION IS THE GATEWAY TO THE PROMISED LAND WHERE HE'LL FULFILL HIS DESTINY. KARKAT: HE'S SO CAUGHT UP IN HIS IDIOTIC SCHEMES HE COULDN'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ME ANYMORE.

Which are explicitly what Tavros invites Gamzee to speak on, and appreciates:

AT: yEAHHH, yOU CAN TALK ABOUT THE CLOWN THINGS, wHICH, AT: i DON'T REALLY UNDERSTAND EVER, bUT THAT'S OKAY, AT: bECAUSE IT'S KIND OF FUNNY, AT: wHEREAS, i'LL ADDRESS SOME TOPICS PERTAINING TO MY INTERESTS, AT: aND i GUESS, pERSONAL MOTIFS, TC: YeAh! FuCk YeAh, ThAt Be HoW sHiT's AlL uSuAlLy Up AnD fUcKiN lOcKeD bRo. ... AT: dO YOU HAVE TIME FOR, mY MIRACLES, rELIGIOUS FRIEND, }:) TC: Do yOu gEt yOuR NoTiCe oN Of tHe mIrAcLeS AT: sO MANY, uH, gRATUITOUS EXPLETIVE, mIRACLES, tHE MAGIC MOTHER, aLSO eXPLETIVE, mIRACLES, TC: FuCk yEs, HeReS WhErE ThE SlAm tUrNs tO NoThIn bUt hOnKs... TC: HoNk hOnK HoNk hOnK HoNk hOnK HoNk TC: HoNk hOnK HoNk hOnK HoNk hOnK HoNk AT: HONK, TC: FuUuUuUuUuUuUuUuUuCk! AT: iT'S LESS APPROPRIATE FOR ME TO DO THE HONKS, tHAN YOU, bUT THAT WAS STILL GREAT, TC: YeAh, BrO. yEaH!!! AT: tHE SLAMS WERE TRULY PRIME, aND, AT: yOUR RELIGIOUS VIEWS, tHOUGH i DON'T SHARE THEM, aRE, AT: rEASONABLY INSPIRATIONAL, AT: i THINK i'M IN THE PROCESS OF RELEASING AT LEAST ONE TEAR,

But also in Tavros's single conversation with Gamzee, we see Tavros stand up to a highblood:

TC: :o) HoNkHoNkHoNkHoNkHoNk AT: }:o), hEH, TC: hAhAh FuUuUuCk, YoU sToLe My FuCkIn NoSe BrO! TC: WhAt GoT yOu EvEn Up ThE gUmPtIoN tO aLl FuCkIn Do ThE sHiT lIkE tHaT? AT: eRR, i DON'T KNOW, iT'S JUST, AT: kIND OF THE OBVIOUS THING TO DO, AT: sTICK THE CIRCLE IN FRONT OF THE DOTS, aND, bEHIND THE BENDY ONE, AT: pLUS, oH YEAH, mY HORNS, TC: hAhAhAhA. AT: mAYBE WE CAN SLAM ABOUT IT, ... TC: fUuUuCk, So FuCkIn FrEsH. TC: YoU nEeD tO bE sLaPpEd FuCkIn SiLlY wItH a MoUtH lIkE tHaT! hAhA. AT: aND, iF YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH IT, AT: tHEN i SUGGEST YOU GO AND RAP IT DUDE,

He feels safe with Gamzee, enough to take a bit of an attitude with him, enough to open up about his insecurities about his disability and how much he wishes he was like Pupa Pan, and Gamzee explicitly states he feels calm when he talks to Tavros, which is the stated function of a moirallegiance.

TC: Me tOo, BrO, yOu mOtHeR FuCkIn kNoW ThErE Be sOmE Of mY EyE's RoYaL JeLlY To gO WiTh yOuR EmOtIoNaL pEaNuT BuTtEr. AT: wHOA, aHA, hA, TC: ThIs iS BeAuTiFuL, dUdE, i fEeL So aT ChIlL WiTh yOu. AT: yEAH, fRIENDLINESS WITH YOU IS, pRETTY MUCH ALWAYS NICE, aND FUN TO HAVE,

And the thing is, trolls are constantly getting into moirallegiances when they want to be flushed (Eridan, Kanaya), having palecrushes when they want to be friends (Gamzee), and winding up flushed with their moirail (pale solfef is forshadowed in the same breath as pale erikar, and they don't seem to confirm a matespritship until after Sollux's actual flushed crush, Aradia, explodes). Especially for Gamzee, who was neglected by his lusus and struggles with social interaction to the point where he feels like he has to hide his real self (casteist beliefs, constant talk of religion and murder, which, by the way, come out when he talks to Tavros), it'd be easy for him to mistake the "instinctive attraction" of moirallegiance for the passions of matespritship.

These thoughts are all pretty disorganized - I'm really sorry, it's super late/early for me and I'm exhausted for other reasons - but I hope that that . was what you wanted? hahah

[propertyofwhitney67]

You're Safe Here

M!Winter x GN!Reader

Words: 908

Tw: past assault and rape, injuries, age gap, teacher student relationship, hurt/comfort??

Note: My old man deserves some love

I was curled up against the side of the school, bruised, beaten, and covered in drying cum. It hurt too much to move and I was scared they’d come back to use me again. I didn’t know how to feel when the bell rang, signalling the end of the school day. Students would be filings out of the school but there would also be teachers…

Thankfully no one came around to bother or hurt me further. Well, not until a few hours after the bell rang, I heard quiet footsteps coming from behind me. I peeked over my shoulder, scared to find another would be attacker. Thankfully it was only Winter who looked concerned to see me curled up like this. “Something happened.” It wasn’t a question, but I still nodded nonetheless.

He nodded knowingly back, no doubt thinking about how to help me. He can’t exactly pick me up and carry me. “Come on.” He seemingly decided, helping me up as carefully as he could. I couldn’t help but grunt and clench my teeth as he helped me up, I was still in a lot of pain and every movement hurt. He led me back to his car, helping me inside, no doubt planing to take me to his house.

The ride was relatively quiet, just quiet music coming from the radio. I mostly stared down at the floorboards, he always kept his car so clean. I could feel him looking over at me every so often, making sure I wasn’t in distress. I wasn’t distressed though, just numb and tired. My adrenaline was wearing off and I wanted nothing more than a safe place to sleep.

The car came to a stop and I realized we had made it to Winter’s house. His house has always been a safe place for me. Sure, I’m rarely here, but it just makes me feel good when I am here. “I’ll run a bath.” Winter said, helping me into the house and to his bedroom.

I laid back on the bed as he left for the adjoining bathroom, left to my own thoughts….Thank god it was Winter that found me. I don’t think I would be able to handle it if it was anyone else. He’s strict but he’s always been kind to me, even before we started this relationship. I don’t even know what to call what we have…it’s complicated…

Before I could get too lost in those thoughts, Winter emerged from the bathroom. “It’s ready.” I groaned in pain again as he helped me stand up and walk to the bathroom. “Do you want me to help?” He asked in a professional tone, watching me struggle to undress. I nodded slowly, raising my arms up so he could help me get my dirty shirt off.

It took a few minutes but I was finally undressed and in the tub. The hot water felt like heaven to my aching and dirty body. “Thank you.” I whispered, too worn out to speak any louder. I winced and sucked in air as I tried to clean my own body with the washcloth, any movement hurt. 

I was too banged up to do this myself and Winter could tell, “Let me.” He said, taking the washcloth from me and carefully washing my body of all the dirt and dried cum. It was a long few minutes before he said anything again, “Do you feel comfortable enough to talk about it?” Wincing again in pain, I shook my head, not wanting to think of it more than I had to. “That’s ok.” He’s always understood, he knows what this town is like. He knows that I don’t like talking about it, at least not till I calm down and feel safe. This isn’t the first time he’s helped me after something like this.

I stared down at the water, watching it turn a light brown from all the disgusting stuff that was being washed off of me. “I don’t want to wear those clothes again.” I whispered, thinking of what I was going to wear after I got out of the tub. I never want to see them again, I want to burn them.

Winter hummed, nodding. “You don’t have to. I think you left some stuff here last time, you can wear those.” His face flushed at the last part, no doubt remembering my last visit. It was much better than this visit, that’s for sure.

It wasn’t long after that did he finish scrubbing my skin. Lifting the drain, letting the water drain from the tub. He helped me stand up but told me to stay in the tub, wanting to rinse me off with the shower head. The water was cold but it was over quickly, Winter wrapping me in a towel and helping me out of the tub and then to the bedroom. He sat me down on the bed and went to fetch my clothes that I left here.

After I was dressed, exhaustion finally overtook me. I crawled up the bed and laid down, curling up in the fetal position. Winter walked around to my side, pulling the covers up around me. “Rest, you’re safe here.”

I smiled tiredly, nodding in response.  “Thank you…” I felt him pet my hair comfortingly before I drifted off to sleep, feeling the safest I had all day. I don’t know where I’d be if it wasn’t for him.

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘒𝘰-𝘍𝘪

[charliesangel67]

Against all odds

Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Word count- 1567

Warnings: Smutttt, a little bit of fluff, acedemic rivals (kind of, idk how to write it)

Authors note: I'm actually so sorry this took so long, idek why but it was a bit hard to write. Anyway, it's here and I hope you enjoy.

This was based of off @weirdowithnobeardo 's idea which is the first comment on this post

“Ok, can somebody tell me the answer to question b?” Quickly, hands flew up in the air. “Mr Cameron, what is the answer?” “4x+7n=33y” Rafe said confidently. “”That’s wrong.” I announced. “Go on, what’s your theory Miss y/n?” My teacher said, “It’s 4x+7n=36y because x is equal to 2.” I stated. “That is correct y/n, well done.” My teacher smiled at me. I smiled in Rafe’s direction but he just glared at me. Next period science, we got our tests back, “So Cameron, what did you get?” I asked Rafe curiously. “94%, you?” “99%” I replied with a smile. Again, he seemed so angry at me for getting a higher score. This went on for the next couple of weeks, He acted like we were academic rivals.

3 weeks later

There it was, the test sitting on my desk, a bright red ‘A+’ written in the top right corner. I was proud of myself for scoring so high on such a hard test. It was 40% of my final GPA result so I had to score high. I turned around to see Rafe staring daggers at me. “Bad result Cameron?” I asked him teasingly. “Shut up y/l/n” He growled as he clenched his jaw. I giggled to myself and turned my attention back to the teacher. 

The bell rang for the end of the day and I hurriedly grabbed my backpack and ran to my locker. My friend Maddy always meets me at my locker because we’re in different year levels, Maddy’s in 10th and I’m in 11th grade. “So, how was your day Mads?” I asked unlocking my locker. “Shit. So fucking shit you have no idea.” “I’m sure it couldn't have been that bad.” I laughed. “No, y/n it was bad. So bad in fact that I got broken up with by Jason the son of a bitch in front of half the cafeteria.” She announced. “Oh shit, sorry babe, he was no good for you anyway.” I said walking away with her. 

As we were walking to my car, Maddy realised she had forgotten something in her locker so she ran back towards the buildings. Suddenly, I felt a rough hand grab hold of my upper arm and pin me against a wall. A hand covered my mouth to stop me from screaming. “Oh you son of a bitch. You’re so fucking done little girl.” I knew the voice sounded familiar but I couldn’t quite figure out who it was. When my eyes finally adjusted to the light and situation, I realised it was Jason and his group of friends. 

“So, did you and Maddy talk shit about me to the school after what I did to her?” He asked again, still keeping me against the wall. “What the fuck. No we didn’t, why would you think that?” I was astonished at the accusation. “Because, now the whole school thinks that I have an STD and all the girls I’ve slept with have smashed my locker and put slime in the gas tank of my car.” He complained. “Wow, creative girls for real.” I said with a little laugh. “Ok, if it wasn’t you, then who was it?” 

“It was me, you son of a bitch!” Yelled Rafe, walking towards us. “Why?! Why the fuck would you do that?” Jason asked, close to tears. Rafe pulls a phone out of his pocket and starts reading some texts - 

“‘C’mon Maddy, It won’t be that bad. Why don’t you wanna sleep with me?”

“Because I’m not ready for that Jason, I’ve told you a million times. We have only been together a month and I’m not ready to have sex yet. Just stop asking me already.”

“Fine. Go fuck some other dude, you fucking slut. You’ll regret not being with me.” “What do you mean Jason? Are you breaking up with me??”” 

“Hey! Where did you get my phone from you bitch?!” Jason asked launching himself at Rafe, who dodged the blow perfectly. “You left her on delivered for 9 hours just so you could slut shame her and break up with her in the cafeteria in front of everyone, all because she didn’t want to sleep with you?!  Not to mention you cheated on her the entire relationship. You’re a real ass man.” Rafe said. “I suggest you leave Maddy, Y/n and all the other girls you’ve messed with, alone and get on with your life.” Rafe yelled as Jason and his friends ran away.

They knew how powerful Rafe could be and they didn’t want to get on his bad side. “Thanks Rafe. Why did you do that anyway?” I asked, “Don’t think I did it for you, I hate Jason.” “Oh, okay.” I replied sheepishly before walking away, back to my car and to meet with Maddy. The drive home was silent after I told Maddy all about what happened. Her being in disbelief about what Rafe had done to Jason. 

A couple weeks later, it was Midsummers, I had bought a nice dress and had a plan laid out on how we were going to spend the evening with Maddy and her sister, Kiara. Kiara picked us up and we drove to the Cameron’s mansion as that was where the party was. Kiara was friends with Sarah, Rafes younger sister.

A couple hours into the party,  Rafe approached me, taking my hand and dragging me upstairs. “Rafe, what are you doing?” I whispered, “Taking you to my room.” “Why?” I asked, a little scared. “Because you look way too beautiful in that dress and I noticed JJ basically eye fucking you.” He turned to face me, looking very sexy in his button down shirt and his hair falling into his eyes. Without thinking I put my hand out to brush his hair away from his face, he grabbed my neck and leaned down to kiss me. 

“No, Rafe, we can’t do this.” I said as I pulled away. “Why not y/n?” “Because, I’m a pogue, you're a kook and you should hate me. In fact, you did act like you hated me after you stood up for me in front of Jason, and now suddenly you’re acting all jealous when JJ looks at me?” I asked in a confronting manner. “Look, y/n, I like you.” “No, we can’t Rafe. Your dad is gonna kill you and my parents are gonna fucking disown me or something if they found out I was dating a kook, especially Mr Rafe Cameron with his bad reputation.” 

Rafe didn’t say another word, he just leaned down again to kiss me, This time it was more passionate. At that moment, I didn’t even care that we shouldn’t be doing this, I just kissed him back. Rafe picked me up and carried me to his room. He threw me on the bed and locked the door. He crawled on top of me and placed feather light kisses along my neck to my cleavage. “Can I?” he asked as his fingers were tangled in the strap off my dress. “Mmmh,” I responded softly as he carefully took off my dress. 

I tugged at his belt, hinting for him to take off his pants as I unbuttoned his shirt. Within minutes, we were both butt naked, he took my boobs in his hands, massaging them and kissing along them. I moaned at the pleasure. I palmed his cock through his boxers and I felt him getting hard underneath my hand. Quickly, Rafe ripped off his boxers and rubbed his cock against my entrance. Already slick and wet, he pushed inside. I moaned as he did so, Rafe thrusted slowly and sensually.

“Mmh, You like that baby?” He asked, staring into my eyes. “So much Rafe.” I replied. Rolling my eyes back as Rafe thrusted harder into my soaking cunt and he kissed along my breasts. Soon, I was nearing my release, my cunt tightening around him. And a couple thrusts later I had come undone onto his thick cock. “Fuck baby, I'm gonna come.” “Come in me Rafe.” I begged him and seconds later he squirted his hot cum into my pussy. Out of breath and panting, I crawled on top of him, lying on his chest, my hands tangled in his hair as he kissed my neck. “Promise we can keep this a secret for a little while longer until I tell my parents?” I asked him. Rafe nodded and uttered a soft ‘yes’. I kissed him one more time before getting up and getting dressed. 

“I’m gonna head back down stairs okay? The girls are gonna be worried about where I was.” I told him, opening the door. “One more kiss babe.” Rafe said and when I turned around, seeing his abs again stirred something deep within me. Want. I wanted this man. His hair, his face, his body, his personality towards me. I wanted everything about him. I didn’t think, I just jumped back onto the bed into his arms. Rafe kissed me hard and passionate and I melted into his touch. Soon we were back at it again, he was thrusting slowly and sensually into my soaked cunt as I buried my face in his shoulder quieting my moans.

That night was the best sex I ever had. 

I also got a super protective boyfriend.

I hope you guys liked this 😁

[episodes-ff]

Bad Boys and Badder Girls

****Disclaimer: This is a LONG ASS SHORT STORY!!! And I do mean LONG! So enjoy!****

Also shoutout to @violetmuses and @peaxhygirl for inspiring this with their content

Armando

Waking up, I stretched before turning over and staring at her sleeping beauty. My precious Diamonté. My diamond girl. Leaning back, I admired her features from her long lashes down to her button nose and the subtle pout she made in her slumber. She was an angel; so gentle and pure hearted and she was all mine. Just the reminder had my hard morning wood stiffening more and more.

Caressing her warm rosy cheek, I kissed her juicy lips and moved down to her neck. Peppering kisses along her jawline and collarbone, she slowly squirmed under me as her moans coated my ears. “Buenos días, mi ángel.” “Mmmm good morning, Daddy.” She smiled biting her lip as I continued showering her body with my love. Cupping her breasts in my hands, I teased her hardened nipple with the tip of my thumb before sucking gingerly while she whimpered her breathy praises. “That feels so good, baby. Ohh fuck, you have me so wet.” Continuing to show her upper body my attention, I reached down to lift up her nighty and slid the pads of my fingers along her glistening rose. “Mmmmm, so slick for me, mi querida.” Leaning back up to her exposed neck, I started sucking feverishly as my fingers plunged into her treasure. “Ohhhh my. Oh my godddd, Daddy.” She whined in torture as my assault on her pearl continued. Nipping below her ear, I curved my fingers in a ‘come here’ motion and watched in awe as she began to fall apart in my arms. “Baby, fuck me please. I need you so bad.” She pleaded just above a whisper sending me into overdrive. Sliding my fingers out of her with a gentle plop, she whimpered before taking my hand to her mouth to taste herself as I looked on in satisfaction. My sexy girl.

Leaning over her, I positioned myself just above her entrance and watched in amusement as she bit her lip in anticipation. Gently sliding up and down her folds, she whined anxiously as she stared up at me. “Stop teasing me, bae.” She groaned in aggravation causing a smirk to play on my lips. Straightening my face, I gripped her neck tightly before sliding all my length in at a deathly slow pace. Meeting her hips, I laid all my weight on her as she gasped and clawed at my back. Watching the tears slip down her cheek as she started to lose air, I wiped them with my other hand and hiked her leg up around my waist. “What I tell you about rushing Daddy? Hmm? You gonna let me savor my pussy, bebita?” I growled in her ear as she nodded rapidly. “No, let me hear you, mi amor.” Loosening my grip, she gasped holding onto me as a moan slipped out. “Yes, Daddy!” She whimpered as I bit my lip trying to hold myself together. “Good girl.” I husked kissing her gingerly as I started to lay on hard and determined strokes.

**TWO HOURS LATER**

“I have your food, bebita.” I simpered setting her breakfast down as she came down from tidying up the room. “Thank you, handsome.” She smiled kissing me before taking her seat next to me in the kitchen. “What’s plans for today?” She asked taking a bite of her food and savoring the taste as she rubbed my arm. “I gotta meet with some people and then I’m going to see my mother.” I explained simply as I took a swig of my coffee. “When am I going to meet your mother?” She asked earning a frustrated sigh as I closed my eyes. “It’s complicated, mi amor.” “What’s so complicated, Armando? It’s been 4 years! Why can’t I meet your family yet you have all access to mine?” “Just give it some time.” “I’ve given it a lot of fucking time, Armando! I just don’t underst-“ “IT’S NOT FUCKING HAPPENING, OK?! End of discussion.” I gritted before sighing as I watched her start to tear up. “Baby, I’m sor-“ “It’s fine.” She halted me before getting up to toss her dishes in sink and head upstairs. Sitting my head in my hands as a headache began to form, I wanted to mentally strangle myself for my outburst earlier. It’s not that I don’t want her to meet my family. I would honestly love that for us. But in order for her to meet my family, she would have to learn about my other life and I simply can’t put her in the line of fire.

Hearing footsteps, I quickly left my thoughts to see her setting bags by the door. “Cariño? What are you doing?” “I’m leaving.” She spat setting some more items down before retreating back upstairs. Running after her, I blocked the door as she continued to pack. “Diamonté, what do you mean? Where are you going?” “I can’t do this anymore, Armando. I give my all to you, I share everything with you, I treated you with the utmost respect but it’s clear you don’t trust me and I can’t build a relationship without trust.” She began to cry as my heart broke. “Baby, wait, please don’t do this? Please, bebita. I love you! I love you so much, please, just give me some time.” I pleaded on the brink of tears as I tried to wrap her in a hug. “No, Armando. No!” She heaved pushing me off as she cried. “I can’t be with you anymore.” Losing my footing, I stumbled back into the dresser as hot tears streamed down my cheeks. Watching her grab the rest of her things and leave, I gripped my aching chest as I sat back on the bed. It felt like my heart was gonna explode out of my chest. I couldn’t breathe, all my muscles ached in agony. She was really gone… and it was all my doing.

Feeling my phone vibrating with a text, I looked down hoping to see her name only to hiss in anger.

From Mama: Llegas tarde, hijo. Ven aquí ahora para que podamos terminar esto. Recuerda, esto es para tu padre. (You're late, son. Get here now so we can finish this. Remember, this is for your father.)

Squeezing the phone tightly in my hand, I let out a fierce groan before feeling the cold, blank stare wash over my face as I grabbed my supplies to head out. What I didn’t know, is that this would be my last time I saw my mother alive.

**FOUR YEARS LATER**

Waking in a pulsing sweat, I looked around heavily before catching my breath realizing I was having another nightmare. No matter what I try or do, I’ll never erase the images of that fateful day. The first day my world changed. Not only did I lose the love of my life, I also lost my mother and I lost the feeling of knowing who I was. My mother had been lying to me since birth, my father wasn’t even my father, and my real father was one of the targets she set out for me to kill. Getting apprehended was the best and worst thing that could have ever happened to me. I got a chance at a fresh start in life but at what cost? I don’t truly know this man and the one person I trusted betrayed me the most. I still can’t believe it. I just wish I could tell Diamonté about all of this. God, I miss mi corazón.

Making sure I hit my daily workout on the yard, I came back inside to my cell and said a prayer to my mother before getting rested for my meal. Hearing a clanging on my cell, I jumped up ready for defense only to notice it was a guard. “Aretas, pack your things, you’re free to go.” “W-What? How?” “Sentence has been reduced. Chop chop, Aretas!” He snapped walking off as I quickly headed out behind him. Now for the real nightmare to begin.

Walking out of those dreaded gates, I noticed my bio father, Mike, and his obnoxious partner, Marcus, waiting for me. It still feels foreign to even acknowledge this man as my father, but he is a pretty decent guy. I just can’t fully trust him yet. “It’s so great to see you outside those bars.” “I wouldn’t say allat.” “Marcus, shut the hell up!” “What is all this about?” I questioned dismissing their usual banter. “I’ve been working hard to get your sentence reduced and today’s the day you get to join civilian life, Armando.” Mike smiled trying to pat my shoulder only for me to shrug him off. “What’s the catch?” “See, Mike! I told you he wouldn’t fall for that shit!” “Marcus, will you actually shut the fuck up?!” “You know, I’m tired of you talking to me like this, Mike.” “Someone needs to talk to you like this more often cause you do-“ “I am not your dog, Mi-“ “Hijo de puta! Will someone tell what the fuck is going on?!” I spat fed up with the banter. “Ok, long story short, we need your help.” “Why?” “Look, motha-“ “Aye! Marcus! We’re trying to bust this dude who’s dealing top tier snow to Miami and we think you can help us get some insight on his connections.” “How would I factor into this?” “He’s working with the cartel and since you have a certain history with them, you may know who we can take down to get to him.” He explained. “No.” “Fuck you mean ‘no’?” Marcus scoffed as I clenched my jaw at his smart mouth. “Hush! Look, Armando. I understand your not wanting to be involved again with the cartel after everything that happened. I truly get it. We’ve been running surveillance on him for a year now. Here’s his file and what we’ve gotten so far. Just look it over and give me a call.” Mike expressed handing me the thick folder. Opening the files, my eyes widened as they landed on a picture of her followed by more photos of her and another man. Drowning out their bickering, I focused my eyes on her features as I bit my lip. She’s aged like fine wine with time, I can’t even lie. Her breasts grew, her hips spread out like butter, she just looked more womanly. “I’m in.” I spoke up gaining their attention. “Forreal?” “Yea, let’s go.” I said scrolling through the folder as I walked on to the car.

Diamonté

Hopping out the shower, I opened the window to let the steam out into the Miami night as I lotioned up. Undoing my bonnet, I spritzed on one of my favorite scents before giving my install some attention. Major shout out to my bitch for getting me together. Once I felt that my hair was on point, I pulled out my makeup caboodle and hooked up my phone so I could vibe while I get my mug right. Hearing my jam come on, I started cutting up and twerking in the mirror before putting up my supplies and going to get my outfits for tonight. “Yeaaa, I gotta request Qwanie play that tonight.” Mulling over my options, I pulled a few pieces before grabbing a couple of my favorite dancing heels and stuffing them into my duffle bag. Realizing I was still naked, I admired my body in the mirror before smirking as I slid on a cute set and went to Papi’s room.

“Knock knock.” “Come in.” He said cutely before I opened the door to see him straightening up. “Hello, my baby boy.” “Hi mommy.” He smiled hugging my legs. “Is your bag packed? Are you ready to head out?” “Yes ma’am. Are you coming back to get me tomorrow?” “No papa, I’ll be back to get you next week, remember?” “Otay. It’s just I don’t like when you leave for too long.” He frowned as I tried not to tear up. “I know, baby, I know. Come here.” Picking him up, he hugged my neck as I grabbed his Batman suitcase and my bags before heading out. Strapping him in, I hopped in the front of my whip and we were on our way. Dropping him off to my mother’s place, I rolled my eyes as she cooked up another lecture about me being a stripper before giving her some money for Papi and heading to the club. People can judge all they want to but I’m gonna do what I can to provide for my child… especially when his father isn’t around.

After my breaking up with Armando, I found out I was pregnant with our child. Trust me, I wanted to go back so many times but I had to protect my peace for my sanity and my child’s wellbeing. I mean, how can I bring up a child with a man I know nothing about?! That just doesn’t fly in my book! That being said, I continued nursing school and when Papi hit around 1, I started dancing. I needed the money and I was NOT about to go crying to my parents for it. All I ask is they watch my baby and refrain from judgment. They only stick to one of those principles.

Pulling up to the club, I whipped into my designated parking spot and grabbed my Red Bull and my bag, dapping up security as I made my way inside. Hearing the bass knocking on the walls, my insides vibrated as I said my greetings to those I’m coolest with and headed to the back. Walking up to his door, I took a deep breath before knocking. “Who is it?” “Keenon. It’s me, baby.” Opening the door, I smiled as he looked down upon me biting his juicy lips. Now Keenon is the owner of the club but he’s also my man. I know I’m not supposed to be involved with him but he’s just different. He looks out for me, he protects me, he showers me with affection and love, he doesn’t hide who he is… it’s just something new for me. “Shiiit, what took you so long? Come on in.” He smirked gripping my waist and pulling me into the room. “The fuck you been at? Daddy was missing that fat ass pussy.” He complained biting his lip as I smiled straddling his lap. “I had to handle some business but I’m here now.” “True shit, true shit. C’mere.” He commanded as he brought my face closer to kiss me. “Bend over real quick, baby girl.” He smiled lifting me from his lap before tossing his papers off his desk as I giggled and bended forward for him.

Sliding my sweatpants down, he inhaled sharply as he eyed my bright pink thong hugging me in. Smacking my ass roughly, a moan escaped as I bit my lip in anticipation. Flipping my hair, I looked back and met his eyes as he started teasing my clit with his thumb. “Daddy, you know I hate that teasing shit.” I whimpered out. Smacking my ass harder than before, I yelped squirming as his thumb moved faster. “And I hate when you talk back. Just relax, baby girl. Matter of fact, get up on the desk and arch that shit. You better not run either.” He ordered making me even wetter if that was even possible. Doing as told, I gripped the edge of the table as I felt his hands grip onto my hips sinking his nails into my skin in the process. Feeling the tip of his strong, curved dick start to penetrate my center, I attempted to run before being met with a series of quick and steady smacks to my right ass cheek. “Ohhhh fuck!” “What the fuck did I say?” He hissed as his rod sunk deeper into me.

Already starting to shake as I felt my orgasm trying to peek through, I gasped as his left hand gripped my neck from behind and he started to drill me. “Yeaaaa, that’s my good girl. You taking that dick just like you supposed to, baby. Fuck! You feel how tight you are around daddy dick?” He moaned talking me through it while I was losing my mind underneath him. “Babyyyyyyy! Fuck!” Feeling my orgasm so close to the edge, I started tightening around him as he cursed and drilled faster. “Yea, work that dick just like that, ma.” Hearing rapid knocks on the door, he growled in frustration. “Aye, who the fuck is it?! I’m busy!” He yelled trying to get back in the rhythm of pounding me out. “Some men here to see you, boss!” “Tell em to come back later. I’m tryna get my nut off!” He shouted back to his employee as I looked at him with lustful eyes and threw it back.

Flinching as we heard a series of loud gunshots and yells, he quickly pulled out as we redressed and he grabbed his gun. Cowering under the desk, I could hear nothing but heavier bangs on his door before feeling the floorboards shake as an explosion rocked through the door. Screaming in fear as I held myself tightly, I watched as he started shooting at whoever was attacking his building before he yelled in pain and hunched over falling in front of me. Seeing that he was shot in his arm, I closed my eyes and cried as someone yanked us both from behind the desk. “Please don’t kill me! Please!” I pleaded with my life before I heard a gentle snicker. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Cariña.”

Freezing, I looked up and met eyes with his as he smirked and admired my features. “Armando?!” “That’s right, bebita. I’m back.” He smiled trying to hug me before being met with a hard punch to the jaw. “Don’t you ever in your fucking life try to scare me like that again! Fucking explosives?! Are you serious right now?!?! What the fuck is going on?” I ranted punching and slapping him in his face and chest as he tried restraining me. Finally getting a hold of my hands, he groaned glaring me down as I started to calm myself a little bit. “I take it you got it from here, Armando?” A tall black man who I hadn’t noticed before spoke up as a short one finished cuffing Keenon. “Yea. I’ll see you at headquarters tomorrow.” Armando seethed, his eyes never leaving mine as I swallowed the lump in my throat. I done fucked up now…

[itsyouch]

I have a confession to make.....😔

I stopped reading Beyonders for two weeks straight....

remember when I said I stop reading/watching when I suspect my fave character is gonna die and I haven't drawn them yet? And if I don't draw then before they die I feel guilty or smth?..... owwww welp that just happened....

Drake is literally done.

HE TOOK THE SWORD MEANT FOR JASON FROM THE LURKER. HES NOT MAKING IT OUT. ITS A LURKER ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!!!?? GALLORAN ISNT EVEN HERE TO HELP OOOOOHH MY DAYS.

YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT THE ONLY PERSON IN HISTORY THAT SURVIVED A LURKER WAS THE BEST SWORD FIGHTER IN LYRIN AND STILL ALMOST LOST? AND HES NOT EVEN W THE GROUP. AND DRAKE ONLY HAS ONE LIFE LEFT AND HES NOT THE BEST SWORD FIGHTER INT HE WORLD??

oh haha, wait he can make it! The lurker just so happens to be Lurkey! Lurkey and Jason are friends, totally! Ya! All Jason has to do is ask Lurkey to leave them alone right?

Yaaaah Lurky and Jason don't have the BEST relationship BUT IT CAN WORK!

OOOH GOD NOOOO! LURKY IS NEVER GONNA COME TO IT'S SENSES. IT HAD A SWORD. MALDOR SENT IT TO KILL JASON! HES NOT A GOOD LURKER!

wait! Maybe it IS a good lurker! Lurkers get set free when they complete their job right? Lurkey did it's job, he messed with Jason, made him sleep deprived, made him have nightmares, killed innocent people in that one town. It did its job right? So maybe Lurkey is here to give Jason another sword to get ready for the war, ya! That's it! (lowkey delusional)

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT! I GOT AN IDEA!

it's not likkke.... morally correct but I'm desperate.

DRINLINGS! THROW AS MANY DRINLING AS YOU CAN ON THE LURKER. THEY ARE PROBABLY GONNA GET CUT DOWN AND ALL DIE BUT ITS WORTH A TRY!

DRINLINGS ALSO ARE OBSESSED WITH SACRIFICING THEMSELVES TO HELP OTHERS! IF JUST LIKE, 40 DRINLINGS JUMP AT THE LURKER MAYYYYBEE JUUUST MAYYYBEEE THEY COULD KILL IT AND MAYYYBE DRAKE COULD LIVE!

NO BUT THEY CAN'T DO THAT BECAUSE IT TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THE DRINLINGS. GAAAAAH!!! AND THEY LITERALLY NEED AS MANY DRINLINGS AS THEY CAN GET FOR THE WAR

WAIT. ITS ACTUALLY OVER FOR DRAKE.

Brandon Mull set up EVERYTHING so beautifully for Drake's story to come full circle and die, he gave us (me) hope with this:

giving us just one more sweat interaction before things go so horribly down hill. And the fact that after this chapter, the next chapter is when Drake might die...

It really fits Drake's character though. Despite Drake, Jasher, Farfelee and the others agreeing that who ever the lurker picks would just have to try to survive on their own, Drake would of course intervene for Jason. Of course, Drake, the one with one life left, the one determined to end his life in a way that would help others, the one who only ever left Harthenham to improve himself because of Jason, who got a new purpose BECAUSE of Jason, would take the sword for him...

sorry for cutting mid fight, I'm not allowing myself to read any further, I stopped right there cuz I'm too scared to read. So I could basically be ranting and freaking out over nothing, I don't know if Drake is gonna die in this chapter, not yet at least :(

OH SHOOT! NOOO NO NO O NONNO NOOOOO. I ACCIDENTALLY READ SOMETHING I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO. WHY DIDN'T I JUST CLOSE THE BOOK GOD DAMN.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN "Drake coughed wetly" ???? IS HE COUGHING OUT BLOOD??? DID HE JUST GET STABBED??? OOOOH MY GOOOODDD NOOOOOO!!!!!

WAIT WAIT WAIT!! DID THE LURKER THOW HIM OVER THE SHIP INTO THE WATER??? ok lemme think.

if Drake got thrown over board, it's literally over. the waves of the ocean at Drake's disadvantage, and the lurker able to walk on water could easily spear Drake with his sword through the water and kill him.

But what if the lurker threw Drake over board to get to Jason again, what if it's getting rid of interference? Jasher also intervened, if the lurker killed Jasher, would he crush the amar so he can't grow back? If an Amar Kabal is a target for a lurker, would the lurker keep coming back every time the seedman grows back? Is there this kind of ping that keep the lurker on the seedman until they use all their lives?

Did Maldor put in a special request to not bother with anyone who's not the original target? Is Jason going to have to face the lurker despite Drake and Jasher's attempt to help? Is Drake gonna keep throwing himself on the lurker to save Jason? Is he going to get more desperate every time the lurker ignores him? Is the lurker gonna keep pushing past them to get to Jason?

I'M OVERTHINKING THIS. NOTHING EVEN HAPPENED YET.

I also wanted to mention:

Brandon Mull really knows how to write his characters, I know it's his job, but Brandon Mull writes child character so well.

Jason is always trying to do his best and help his team in dangerous situations even in spite of fear; but at the end of the day, Jason is still a kid, he's still 13, how much more could he possibly take? He's seen people die in front of him, some friends, some innocent strangers, he's been tortured, isolated, and nearly killed himself. He is not getting out of this without any lingering traumas and issues, it's to late now to not be effected by any of this. He is still a kid, he still gets scared.

But now that I've drawn Drake, there is no getting around it..... I've been ignorant for too long now, tonight..... I will finish the chapter....

its not like I have a choice cuz my friend will literally kill me if I stall any longer......