#This was difficult!!!!! i hope it makes sense?????

[nymphea0]

His Youngest Wife

Yan! Count Lysander Albert x Wife Reader

Manhwa : Marronnier Farm Near by the Imperial Palace / Marronnier Farm Next to the Imperial Palace / 宮殿の隣のマロニエ農場 / 皇宮裡的馬洛尼埃農場 / 황제궁 옆 마로니에 농장 / My Farm by the Palace​

Author/Illustrations : Jung yeon / Ollcha(Art)

Manhwa : Fluff / Comedy / Fantasy Manhwa (17-18+).

Ilustrations Acount : ollcha🐥🕯

Count word : 1585 word.

HAPPY NEW YEARS MY DEARS🦋🎆. Is late but hope this years all our wishlist will be came true. this is the fic that i promised a few days ago, i hope you like old men like Lysander hahaha, he's so handsome, i can't hold back, and the fact the manhwa was warm slice of life genre and comedy, and all the chara was good and chef kiss! I think soons i will make other chara in this manhwa🤭, anyways, enjoy my story, i try my best to make it fluff but i guess is fail? Well, i hope you all have a happy new year, much love- Neva🦋🦋

might have some bad grammars, correct me if there are any mistakes in the words in the story I wrote. Anyways i hope you all enjoys my story,love.- Neva🦋🦋

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In the Bratania Empire, a prosperous, wealthy and stable Empire. Led by Emperor Iskandar Lionslore Deon Alekto. A handsome young emperor aged 22 years.

Under the emperor's division. There are 4 holy knight commanders

Namely;

Commander of the Holy Wood Knight of the High Elf Family.

Commander of the Holy Flame Knight of the High Vampire 'Noble One.'

Commander of the Warbear Family Knight.

Last was Commander of the Holy Wind Knight of the Golden Cat Sith Family. A 19-year-old cat fairy boy.

But... there is one noble who is right beside the emperor, Count Lsyander Albert.

The man who holds the responsibility for the internal affairs of the imperial palace and is also the direct representative of all Pro-Commoners.

The man who has entered his thirties, unfortunately... does not have a wife.

The reason is quite simple, namely because he is too busy working and does not have time to think about household problems.

Until one day, here he was, standing in front of the emperor who was busy staring at the small hut, watching his farmer neighbor and saying ideas that didn't make sense to him.

"Your Majesty, I believe that the idea of ​​getting married at my age of 3 years old, is somewhat unethical"

Is, the emperor who was busy staring at his neighbor's house just snorted biasedly.

"Count. You know your age is no longer young, ethical or not, there is no prohibition for someone to marry, old or young as long as it is in accordance with the law"

Is looked at the count then patted the count's shoulder gently.

"Count, are you worry theres no one women want you?"

"Your Majesty?!"

Count Lysander stared in disbelief at the emperor's clear words.

As for Is? He just chuckled as he walked away leaving the order, which for Albert was very difficult.

"You have 2 weeks, Count, get married or you will take care of all the internal work of the empire"

The Count just sighed roughly, while thinking in his mind, where could he find a wife?

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For a week he searched for a wife, nobles, highborn ladies, even commoners to smallfolk he searched, but none of them fit his criteria.

Until entering the second week .. exactly one day before the 3rd week appeared. He met a woman, from a bankrupt noble family. A baron. A noble with a title but without power or wealth. His old heart beat fast as if he was drinking his favorite coffee even though he was drinking coffee, when he saw you he felt his life was in front of his eyes, he fell in love for the first time.

Working hard in a small grocery store, supporting himself. That woman is you, At first the count courted you in a normal and formal way. But you were too shy and always ran away when you saw him.

Until the count decided to use coercion, kidnapping you by force and marrying you by force.

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You, a young woman who is only 20 years old, still single and has never had a boyfriend, struggling to make a living by running a small grocery store, suddenly a man who is already in his thirties seduces you, for you the man is handsome, of course, from the way he dresses to how neat his hair is, you know, this person is an insider of the emperor. A noble.

Even though you are also a noble, the title of baron that you inherited from your parents means nothing.

But here you are?! In a luxurious room that you are sure, even the bathroom is bigger than the dilapidated hut where you live!

Unfortunately you want to run away but can't, because the one who married you is none other than, Count Lysander Albert. The emperor's official aide as the person in charge of internal imperial affairs and also the representative of the common people.

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Lysander, for the past 2 weeks has been observing his wife carefully, his wife who is so young and beautiful, different from himself who is old and looks more like a father than a husband.

During the day, Lysander did not dare to sleep in the same room or even touch you as the first night of the bride and groom. He felt very inappropriate to be with you.

Until one day, Lysander accidentally passed the garden in his residence. Seeing his beautiful and pretty wife, chatting friendly with several noble ladies there.

But the topic of their conversation was what made him silent and wipe his face.

Lady Istar and Lady Maurien. The two women openly spoke so brazenly and boldly to you.

"Lady... seeing how far your relationship with the count is, I do not expect more, the count is old lady. So lady do not be sad if the count cannot satisfy lady. That is normal, right lady Istar". Lady Mauren with sympathy made to pat your arm gently with fake sympathy.

"If I were you, I will certainly try my best to please the Count with my efforts, haa.. the Count is a perfect husband, even though he is old"

Meanwhile, Lady Istar, could only laugh awkwardly hearing Lady Maurien's bold words!.

"Thank you for your concern, Lady Maurien, but the issue of whether or not my husband is able to give me pleasure, that is my business, not yours. Excuse me"

You decided to leave the garden, arguing with the two noble ladies only drained your energy, for you, Lady Maurien's intentions were very clear. Jealousy, even though the Count was already in his 30s, his handsomeness had not faded at all, unmatched wealth, power equal to the emperor, even, being the emperor's father figure when he was little.

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Tonight, you slept alone as usual, the room was this big. Even the husband who married you by force had not shown his face for the past 2 days. It had been 2 days since you had been married to the count.

You were on the balcony, enjoying the night view, only to be surprised by the door to your room being opened roughly.

Turning around, there you saw, your husband, Count Lysander Albert. With hair that was... quite messy and untidy as usual.

The distance between the room and the balcony was also not that far, you could smell the scent of his expensive musk mint cologne at night with the cold air.

"Wife"

His hoarse voice with a deep that makes your hair stand on end. Lysander, looking at you who is so beautiful tonight, you are always beautiful in his eyes, always and forever. With a simple white nightgown, loose hair that moves softly due to the night wind.

"Wife, do you think.. I am like what they say?"

The sudden question made you think deeply, who does your husband mean as "they"?.

"I don't understand what you mean, husband and-" before you could finish your sentence, you were cut off by him first.

"Old and impotent, can't give you pleasure because I'm old, do you think I'm like that?"

Lysander stood right in front of you, gently holding your chin so that you looked right at him.

"Did... husband hear the conversation in the garden?". You felt that you were walking between fragile ice, just asking the wrong question. It could be that your relationship with your husband who was already distant became even more distant.

"Just answer, yes or no"

With a low growl Lysander stared at me sharply.

"I don't-"

"Are you not sure?"

Roughly and frankly Albert quickly pulled your waist, pressing your lips gently to meet, soft and warm, Lysander expertly explored every inch of your mouth and teeth, making sure every corner remembered him.

Gently releasing your embrace, Lysander brought your foreheads together, speaking softly.

"Wife... I know, I forced you to marry this old man, you must not love me either, but my dear, allow me to love you, show you, that I am not just an old man, I am also not impotent my dear wife"

Lysander gently led you into the room laying you down on the bed gently.

"Allow me, to show you, how good I can make you feel good, make you pregnant, make you the mother of my children in the future"

Lysander kissed your forehead gently, down to your neck and kissed your neck passionately with full of love.

"My love, I will show you, how long I can rape you, cry or beg, don't expect me to stop before you pass out"

That night, lit by the full moon that was willing to peek from the window, illuminating the high and beautiful sky at night.

Lysander or people who knew him as Count Lysander Albert, the prime minister of law under the emperor directly, claimed so confidently his wife for the first time, carrying out their first night that they did not have time to do.

Just when you had passed out unable to keep up with the brutality of your husband Albert. Lysander just stopped, chuckled softly before kissing your forehead affectionately, cleaning your entire body with love until it was clean and putting on his clothes that were big enough for you.

Hugging you gently, Lysander looked at you with love. Lysander whispered softly in the quiet night.

"Sleep my wife, I love you, even if the world ends, I will look for you to the end of the world, my wife. My love"

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Please dont steal my work, or use without my permissions, Always be good people Dear. Much love, Neva🦋🦋.

[rafeskai]

Starstruck | Drew Starkey

Chapter Three

Summary: In the bustling crowd of a premiere event for Outer Banks, you find yourself caught up in a chaotic moment, lost in the sea of fans. Desperate for a way out, you stumble into an alley where fate leads you to an unexpected—and painful—encounter with Drew Starkey. What starts as a simple misstep soon spirals into something far more complicated, and your life takes an unexpected turn.

Pairings: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Author's Note: SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPDATE OMG. HERE'S A LONG CHAPTER FOR Y'ALL.

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The faint buzz of your phone woke you before the sun had fully risen. Groggily, you reached for it, expecting some random notification or perhaps an email that could wait. But as you squinted at the screen, Ava’s name popped up, her message in all caps: “CHECK TMZ NOW.”

You rubbed your eyes and mumbled, “What?” It was too early for any kind of drama, but Ava rarely texted in all caps unless it was something urgent—or, more likely, celebrity gossip. Your curiosity finally nudged you to open your browser and type in the site’s name.

The headline on TMZ’s homepage made your stomach drop:

“DREW STARKEY SPOTTED WITH MYSTERIOUS WOMAN”

Your breath hitched as you clicked on the article. There it was: a grainy photo of Drew and you, blurry but unmistakably you. Your heart pounded in your chest. The mask you’d been wearing at the bar covered most of your face, and the dim lighting made it difficult to make out any details. But the white tank top, courtesy of Ava’s insistent styling, was unmistakable.

The article buzzed with speculation.

“Who’s the masked woman spotted with Drew Starkey last night? The Outer Banks star was seen leaving an intimate LA hotspot with an unidentified companion. Sources say the two appeared comfortable and spent several hours together inside the bar. Could this be Drew’s latest flame? Or just a casual night out? Our team are on the case!”

Your stomach churned. You scrolled through the comments section.

“Another mysterious nobody who’ll ghost him in two weeks, I bet.”

“Imagine being her. I’d die to just breathe the same air as Drew Starkey.”

“The way she’s covering her face... suspicious much?”

“She’s definitely hiding something. Maybe she’s married?”

A few deep breaths later, you set your phone down, but the sense of dread didn’t leave. Before you could even collect your thoughts, Ava burst into your room, her messy hair looking like a halo of chaos.

“Y/N!” she squeaked, waving her phone around frantically. “You’re famous.”

You groaned, falling back onto the futon. “No, I’m not. No one even knows it’s me.”

“They will,” Ava said with way too much enthusiasm. “TMZ doesn’t just let this go. They’ll start connecting the dots—who was at the premiere, who’s wearing that outfit in public, and eventually, they’ll figure it out. It’s only a matter of time.”

You ran your hands through your hair. “I’m never wearing that outfit again.”

Ava ignored you, pacing back and forth. “Look, we have two options. One: deny everything, keep your head down, and hope the internet finds someone else to obsess over. Or two: lean into it. You’re the enigmatic mystery woman. Milk it for all it’s worth.”

You shot her a flat look. “Option two isn’t happening.”

“Fine, fine,” Ava said with a dramatic sigh, flopping onto the futon next to you. “But come on! You have to admit, it’s kind of cool. You’re the first non-celebrity girl to pop up in Drew Starkey’s dating rumors without getting immediately torn apart. That means something.”

“Yeah,” you muttered, rubbing your temples, “it means I have to be extra careful. I don’t want my life blasted all over the internet.”

“Don’t worry,” Ava reassured you, her hand resting gently on your shoulder. “We’ll figure it out. And honestly? If Drew’s as decent as he seemed, he won’t let this get weird.”

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Later that afternoon, as you sat in the corner of your room, your phone buzzed again. This time, the name on the screen made your heart skip: Drew.

Drew: “Hey, you good? Saw the TMZ thing. Sorry if this is overwhelming. Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

You stared at his message for a moment, a mix of relief and panic flooding you. You could feel the weight of the situation pressing down. Part of you wanted to brush it off, pretend it wasn’t a big deal. But another part of you—the one that was still a little overwhelmed by the chaos—was grateful for his words of concern.

You: “I’m fine. Just... not used to this. Do you deal with this kind of thing a lot?”

Drew: “More than I’d like, yeah. But it usually blows over fast. People move on to the next headline. If you need me to talk to PR or anything, I can.”

You winced at the thought of involving PR—public statements, press releases—it all felt too formal, too... invasive.

You: “I don’t think it’s necessary. As long as they don’t figure out it’s me, I’ll survive.”

There was a pause before Drew’s response came through.

Drew: “If it helps, you’re handling this way better than I did the first time TMZ came for me. If you need to vent or just want a distraction, hit me up.”

His offer to just talk made you smile. You weren’t entirely sure what to say back, so you typed a quick reply, thanking him for the message, and then set your phone down.

As the day wore on, things quieted down. TMZ didn’t update the story, and the internet’s attention began to shift. Without a clear shot of your face or any definitive details about your identity, people started to lose interest. But that didn’t mean it was over for you. 

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The day crawled forward, each passing hour a mix of relief and unease. It seemed TMZ's interest in Drew’s “mystery woman” had dwindled without a fresh lead to stoke the flames. By early evening, the frenzy online was noticeably quieter.

Still, the tension in the air lingered, like a storm that had passed but left the skies unsettled.

Ava had mercifully stopped treating the situation like a red-carpet event. She sat cross-legged on the living room floor, scrolling aimlessly through her phone while munching on a bag of popcorn. You paced nearby, trying to shake off the knot of nerves in your stomach.

Then your phone buzzed. It was Drew again.

Drew: “Can I come over for a bit? Just got done with a photoshoot and paparazzi are everywhere outside my place, and I need to lay low for a while.”

Your heart leapt at the thought of him showing up at your apartment—your quiet, nondescript little corner of the city suddenly becoming a refuge for Drew Starkey. You glanced at Ava, who raised an eyebrow as she noticed your sudden stillness.

You: “Yeah, sure. How are you going to get here without being seen?”

Drew: “I’ll figure it out. I know a back way in. Just text me your address.”

You hesitated for a moment, then sent the details. It wasn’t long before he replied.

Drew: “Be there in 15. Thanks, by the way.”

The next 15 minutes passed in a blur. You hurriedly cleared the living room of any clutter, your nerves bubbling into a chaotic energy. Ava, meanwhile, perched on the couch with a dazed grin, clearly trying to play it cool but failing miserably.

When the soft knock finally came at the door, your pulse quickened. Ava bolted upright, her excitement palpable. “This is it,” she whispered, clutching the couch cushion like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

You opened the door, and there he was—Drew, in a plain hoodie and baseball cap, looking like any regular guy. He offered a small smile, his eyes scanning the hallway before stepping inside.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Thanks for this.”

“No problem,” you replied, closing the door behind him. “Figured you could use some peace.”

Ava, standing awkwardly by the couch, let out a shaky laugh. “Hi. Um. Wow. Hi.”

Drew chuckled, clearly used to this reaction but handling it with grace. “Hey. You must be Ava.”

She nodded rapidly, then promptly sat back down, her face bright red. Drew turned to you, his smile warm but tired. “I hope I’m not imposing.”

“Not at all,” you said, motioning for him to sit. “Make yourself at home.”

As he settled onto the couch, Ava finally seemed to snap out of her starstruck trance—at least a little. “Do you need anything? Water? Snacks? I have... popcorn?” she offered, holding up the bag as if it were a peace offering.

Drew smiled. “Popcorn sounds great, actually.”

Ava handed over the bag, then promptly excused herself to the kitchen under the guise of making tea, though you suspected she just needed a moment to compose herself. That left you and Drew alone in the living room.

“So,” he said, leaning back slightly. “How’s your day been? Any more chaos?”

You laughed softly. “Thankfully, no. The internet seems to be moving on. I think we’re in the clear.”

“That’s good,” he said, popping a kernel of popcorn into his mouth. “I feel bad for dragging you into this.”

“It’s not your fault,” you said, sitting down on the armchair across from him. “It’s not like you invited TMZ to follow you.”

He gave a wry smile. “Still, I appreciate you being so cool about it. Most people would be freaking out.”

“I think Ava freaked out enough for both of us,” you joked, glancing toward the kitchen. Drew laughed, the sound light and genuine, and you couldn’t help but feel the tension in the room ease.

Over the next hour, the conversation flowed surprisingly easily. Drew talked about his hectic schedule, his favorite low-key spots in LA, and a few funny on-set stories that had you laughing until your sides hurt. Ava eventually returned, having calmed down enough to join in without squealing every time Drew spoke.

As the evening wore on, the initial awkwardness faded entirely. Drew’s presence felt natural—like he belonged there, sitting on your couch, sharing popcorn and swapping stories. It was almost too easy to forget who he was, how absurd this situation really was.

At one point, Ava let out a dramatic yawn and stretched. “I’m gonna call it a night,” she said, giving you a not-so-subtle wink before retreating to her room.

That left you and Drew alone again, the apartment quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside. He leaned back against the couch, his gaze soft as he looked at you.

“Thanks again for letting me crash here,” he said. “I really needed a break from... all of it.”

You smiled. “Anytime. Seriously. It’s nice having company.”

He held your gaze for a moment, and you felt a flutter of something unspoken pass between you. Then he grinned, breaking the moment. “Well, if TMZ ever finds out about this, at least I’ll have a great story to tell.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

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The evening stretched on, a slow dance of easy conversation and laughter. It felt surreal—Drew Starkey, the star of Outer Banks and Queer, sitting in your living room, eating popcorn and talking about his favorite movies like any regular person. But the longer he stayed, the more normal everything felt. He wasn’t a celebrity in this space. He was just Drew, the guy sitting across from you, making you laugh and sharing little bits of his world.

Ava had retreated to her room after her not-so-subtle hint about bedtime, leaving you and Drew alone in the living room. You didn’t mind—it gave you the space to talk without interruptions, to get to know each other a little more.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Drew said after a pause, setting the popcorn down on the coffee table and shifting slightly on the couch. “What do you do when you’re not dealing with... all of this?”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little at the way he gestured vaguely around the room “Nothing nearly as exciting as your life, that’s for sure.”

He smiled, his eyes softening. “I’m sure that’s not true, although it’s definitely a different world, being in the spotlight like this.” He paused for a moment, his tone thoughtful. “I think people forget that celebrities are just people, you know?”

“I think people forget that about anyone, really,” you said with a shrug. “Everyone’s got their own thing going on. Whether you’re famous or not, it’s all the same. We all have our struggles, our ups and downs.”

“Yeah,” he agreed quietly, nodding. “I think that’s what I miss most sometimes. Just... being able to go out without feeling like everyone’s watching, analyzing your every move.”

You looked at him, the weight of his words sinking in. You hadn’t really considered how strange it must be to live under that kind of constant scrutiny. You found yourself wanting to offer him something more than just sympathy. “You don’t have to be ‘Drew Starkey’ tonight,” you said gently. “You’re just... Drew. And I’m just me. No TMZ, no cameras, no headlines.”

His smile returned, a little softer this time. “I like that. I really like that.”

The conversation drifted effortlessly from one topic to another. You talked about favorite childhood memories, your go-to comfort foods, and the last book you’d both read. He listened with an openness that made you feel like you could share just about anything, and the more you spoke, the more at ease you became.

Drew revealed little snippets about his life that were both surprising and comforting. Like how he had a weird obsession with vintage comic books or how, despite being a well-known actor, he still had the same group of friends he’d had since high school. You learned he was surprisingly humble, almost self-deprecating at times, and he had this way of laughing at himself that made him even more relatable.

“You ever go to concerts?” you asked after a moment, trying to steer the conversation toward something lighter.

He grinned, his eyes lighting up. “Oh, I love concerts. I try to hit up a few whenever I can. Nothing like live music, right?”

“Right,” you agreed, smiling back. “There’s just something about the energy in the air. It’s like everyone’s in the same vibe.”

“I’m a sucker for the energy,” Drew said with a nod. “What’s your favorite genre? Or are you more of a ‘whatever’s on’ type?”

“Definitely more of a whatever’s on type,” you said, laughing. “I like a little bit of everything. But I do have a soft spot for indie rock. You?”

“Indie rock, too,” he said without hesitation. “I swear, I could spend hours listening to bands you’ve never heard of and not even care.”

“That’s the best part, though. The discovery,” you said. “I love finding those hidden gems. The stuff that feels like it’s just yours.”

“I totally get that,” Drew agreed, and there was something about the way he said it—like he really meant it—that made you smile. It was nice, sharing something like that with someone, especially someone you’d barely known just a few hours ago.

As the night wore on, the conversation became less about anything significant and more about just... being. The silence that fell between you wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that happens when you’re with someone you trust, someone you don’t feel the need to fill every moment with words.

You glanced over at the clock on the wall and realized it was past midnight. You yawned, your body starting to feel the effects of the long, unexpected day.

“I think I’m about ready for bed,” you said, stretching a little.

Drew chuckled. “Yeah, me too. It’s been a long day.”

“Thanks for hanging out,” you added, not sure if it sounded too casual, but it felt right. “It’s been nice—just, you know, talking and not worrying about anything.”

Drew smiled, his expression sincere. “Yeah, it’s been nice. Really nice. I’m glad I could... hide out here for a while.”

You grinned. “Anytime.”

He stood up from the couch, stretching his legs. “Well, I guess I should let you get some rest. You’ve probably had enough of me by now.”

“Not at all,” you said, standing as well. “But I think I’m gonna crash before I regret it.”

“Fair enough,” Drew said, his voice warm. “Sleep well, Y/N.”

“You too, Drew. And thanks, again,” you said quietly.

With a final smile, Drew grabbed his hoodie and headed toward the door, turning back for one last glance.

“Goodnight,” he said, before stepping out into the night, leaving you standing there, a feeling of warmth spreading through you.

As you made your way back to your room, you realized just how much you’d enjoyed the unexpected company, the quiet conversation, the sense of connection with someone who, for a few hours, was just like you. No drama, no paparazzi—just two people talking about life.

You crawled into bed, your thoughts swirling with everything that had happened, the night’s laughter still echoing softly in your mind. And for the first time that day, you felt... peaceful.

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The next morning, you woke up to a quiet, almost peaceful stillness. The events of the previous day felt like a dream—Drew in your living room, hanging out like any other person, sharing stories and laughter. The time spent with him had left you feeling light, surprisingly at ease considering everything that had happened. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d spent an entire night without feeling the weight of your worries, the world of social media, or the endless noise in your head.

You sat up, stretching, and reached for your phone. The screen lit up with a message from Drew.

Drew: "Hey, hope you slept well. I know we just met, but I was wondering if you’d be up for an adventure today. I’ve got a couple days left in LA before work picks back up, and I could use a break from the usual."

Your heart skipped a beat. An adventure? Just the two of you? The idea was tempting, and, honestly, you hadn’t expected him to reach out so soon after everything that had happened. But there was something about his message that felt... genuine. Like he just wanted to spend time with you, not because of the headlines or the drama, but because you’d connected.

You chewed on your lip for a moment, debating the logistics. It was sudden, but at the same time, it felt like a chance to break away from the chaos, to have a normal, carefree day. Maybe that’s exactly what you needed.

You typed back quickly, the excitement creeping in.

You: "I’m in. What do you have in mind?"

A few minutes later, his reply came through, and you couldn’t help but grin.

Drew: "Perfect. How about we start with a hike? I’ve heard this great spot in the hills with a killer view of the city. We can grab breakfast after and see where the day takes us. No paparazzi, no drama—just a chance to be outside for a bit."

You could almost hear his grin through the text, and you found yourself feeling a little giddy. It had been forever since you’d just wandered, no plans, no expectations.

You: "That sounds perfect. What time do you want to meet?"

Drew: "How about 9? Gives us a little time to get our bearings, but still plenty of daylight. I’ll pick you up at your place."

You: "Deal. I’ll be ready."

The exchange left you buzzing with excitement. There was something about this—a spontaneous day with Drew, exploring LA without the pressure of anything. Just... living in the moment.

You quickly jumped out of bed, got dressed, and packed a small bag with the essentials: water, sunscreen, a hat—anything that would make the day more enjoyable. As you glanced in the mirror, you couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious. It was one thing to hang out with Drew at your place, but hiking? A day out in the open? You weren’t sure what to expect, but you figured you’d roll with it.

A few hours later, the knock on your door jolted you from your thoughts. You opened it to find Drew standing there, dressed casually in a t-shirt, athletic shorts, and sneakers, his hair slightly windblown as if he’d already been out for a little while. He was holding a water bottle in one hand, a wide, genuine smile on his face.

“You ready for this?” he asked, his eyes glinting with the same excitement you felt bubbling inside.

You grinned back, nodding. “I think so. Lead the way.”

He chuckled and gestured for you to follow him down to the car, where the day’s adventure would begin.

The drive was surprisingly calm, with Drew playing some laid-back tunes and chatting about random things—his love of LA's hidden gems, how he’d gotten into hiking recently, and how crazy it was that he was actually getting a few days to relax between filming schedules. You felt yourself easing into the rhythm of the day, his presence comfortable, easy.

As you reached the trailhead, you couldn’t help but stare at the sprawling view of the city below, the sprawling landscape unfolding in front of you like something out of a postcard. The hills were quiet, a peaceful escape from the noise of LA.

Drew turned to you with a playful grin. “Ready to get your steps in?”

You raised an eyebrow, matching his grin. “I’m ready. Let’s do this.”

And so, the two of you set off, the trail winding upward through trees and rocky paths, the air crisp with morning freshness. The conversation flowed easily between you both, sometimes serious, sometimes silly. You talked about your favorite movies, shared memories of childhood adventures, and joked about the ridiculousness of modern-day life, social media, and the constant pressure to perform.

The higher you climbed, the more the city seemed to disappear, swallowed by the dense trees and distant mountains. You took breaks along the way, sitting on rocks and chatting, letting the quiet calm of nature seep into your bones. There was something so refreshing about being away from it all, away from the spotlight and the noise, and just sharing these small, human moments.

After a few hours, you finally reached the summit. The view was nothing short of breathtaking. You could see the entire city sprawled out below you, the glittering skyline on one side, the ocean stretching off into the horizon on the other. Drew sat down on a large rock, motioning for you to join him.

You settled next to him, the moment stretching out peacefully between you. Drew glanced over at you, his gaze soft and contemplative.

“You’re quiet all of a sudden,” he teased lightly.

You shrugged, letting the view speak for itself. “It’s just... a nice change of pace. Everything feels so loud sometimes, especially in LA, you know? But up here, it’s just... quiet.”

“I know exactly what you mean,” Drew said, his voice quieter now, a touch more serious. “It’s nice to get away from everything, even if it’s just for a few hours. No expectations, no noise. Just... living.”

You smiled, your heart feeling lighter than it had in days. It felt like this was exactly what you needed—a simple day of adventure, of discovering new places and enjoying the company of someone who wasn’t focused on all the distractions of the world.

After a long while, you both stood up and started the trek back down the trail, still laughing and joking, your connection growing deeper with every passing moment.

When you reached the car, Drew turned to you, a mischievous glint in his eye. “So, breakfast time?”

You nodded enthusiastically. “I’ve never earned a meal so much in my life.”

“Great,” Drew said with a wink. “Let’s go get some pancakes.”

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The drive to the diner was easy, the calm of the road soothing your nerves. Drew didn’t put on any music this time, letting the hum of the tires on the pavement fill the air as you both enjoyed the simple comfort of the drive. It felt grounding to be out of the whirlwind, just the two of you cruising through LA, away from everything else. No flashing lights, no rumors. Just a quiet moment.

When you arrived at the diner, it was an unassuming little place on a corner, a slice of nostalgia with its neon sign flickering invitingly. The retro décor inside felt like stepping into another time, and you immediately felt at ease in the warm, cozy atmosphere. Drew led the way, holding the door open for you with a smile that made everything feel effortless.

“Welcome to the best pancake spot in LA,” he said with a grin. “Trust me, they know what they’re doing here.”

You smiled, following him inside, and the waitress greeted you both with a friendly nod before leading you to a booth by the window. It wasn’t crowded, and the faint murmur of conversations filled the background as you both settled into your seats. It was the kind of place where you could be left alone to enjoy your meal, and the thought of it made you feel even more relaxed.

The waitress handed you both menus, and Drew glanced at his for a moment before looking up at you. “So, you’ve been in LA for what, a couple of days now?” he asked, his eyes bright with curiosity. “How’s it been? Adjusting from your small town?”

You hesitated for just a moment, taking in his question. It felt strange to admit just how big the change had been. In your small hometown, everything was familiar, comfortable, but LA was… overwhelming, in a good way, mostly. You had come here for something new, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a challenge.

“It’s been… different,” you said, shrugging slightly. “I mean, I grew up in a town where everyone knew everyone. You can’t walk into a store without running into half the people you know. LA’s kind of the opposite—huge, anonymous. It’s been nice, but also a little isolating. That’s why I’ve been trying to make sure I don’t get stuck in my own head too much. I’ve been trying to actually explore, you know? Get out and see the city.”

Drew nodded, his gaze steady, like he was really listening. “Yeah, I get that. LA can swallow you up if you let it. But it’s all about finding your rhythm. I think that’s why I love getting out of the city sometimes, doing stuff that reminds me what life’s like beyond the buzz.”

You smiled, feeling like you could connect with that more than you expected. “Exactly. It’s easy to forget there’s more to life than all this. I’m still figuring out how to balance it all.”

“That’s the thing with LA,” Drew said with a half-smile. “Everyone thinks you’re supposed to be constantly on the go, constantly working. But sometimes the best days are the ones where you’re just… present.”

His words made you pause, and you felt like the weight of the conversation wasn’t just passing by—it was something real. For someone who had so much of the world watching him, Drew seemed to get it, more than you expected. He was speaking to something you’d been trying to figure out since you’d gotten here: what life could look like outside the noise.

Before you could respond, the waitress returned, and you both ordered your meals, Drew sticking with his usual blueberry pancakes and you opting for a classic stack of buttermilks with a side of crispy bacon. The conversation drifted for a moment into lighter territory—favorite foods, places to visit in LA—but you felt the undercurrent of a real connection building between you.

As the waitress set down your pancakes, the sun had already climbed higher in the sky. You dug in, savoring the warmth and comfort of the food. It wasn’t just the pancakes you were enjoying—it was the feeling of normalcy, the feeling of being with someone who made you forget all the distractions.

“So,” Drew said between bites, “I remember you telling me that you came out here for a change. What was it like before? Your small town, I mean.”

You glanced at him, taken a little off guard by the question. You hadn’t really talked about your past in detail, and you weren’t sure how much to share. But Drew seemed genuinely curious, and something about the way he asked made it easier to open up.

“It was a lot quieter,” you said, your voice soft as you thought about your hometown. “A lot of people stick to the same routine, year after year. It wasn’t bad, but I knew it wasn’t the life I wanted. I needed something… bigger, I guess. Something where I could challenge myself. I didn’t want to wake up in ten years and feel like I hadn’t tried.”

Drew’s eyes softened with understanding. “Yeah. I get that. LA’s definitely a place that pushes you out of your comfort zone. I think that’s what I like about it, too—if you’re brave enough, it’ll make you grow.”

You nodded, feeling the truth of his words sink in. “I guess I’m just figuring out what that looks like.��

“I think that’s the beauty of it,” Drew said. “You don’t have to have it all figured out. The point is just… living it, you know?”

His words hit home in a way you hadn’t expected. Maybe it was the sincerity in his voice or the ease with which he spoke, but you felt like you were hearing something important. Maybe it wasn’t about having everything lined up or planned out. Maybe it was more about being open to the journey.

You smiled, realizing that being here, right now, with Drew, was a part of that journey.

After finishing your pancakes, Drew leaned back in his booth, looking satisfied. “So, what’s next? I know you’ve probably seen all the tourist stuff by now, but I’m thinking we hit some places that aren’t on the usual list. You up for an adventure?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought. You had only just started getting to know LA, and the idea of seeing it through someone else’s eyes—someone who had lived here long enough to know the best hidden gems—sounded perfect.

“Adventure sounds great,” you said with a grin. “What do you have in mind?”

Drew grinned back, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “You’ll see. Let’s go.”

And just like that, you were back on the road, ready for whatever Drew had planned. You didn’t know what the day would hold, but you were more than ready to find out. The city, with all its chaos and beauty, didn’t feel so overwhelming anymore. Not when you had someone by your side who understood what it meant to be in search of something more.

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As you and Drew cruised through the winding streets toward the beach, the excitement you felt earlier in the day had started to shift. There was a sense of unease building in the pit of your stomach, and you couldn’t put your finger on why. You’d spent the morning laughing, talking about your favorite places in the city, and getting to know each other more. But as the car neared the coast, something began to feel off.

Drew was in high spirits, excited about showing you something he loved. But just as you started to relax again, you noticed something—you hadn’t seen a single paparazzi yet. For a moment, you told yourself it was just coincidence. LA wasn’t that small, right?

Then, the first click of a camera caught your ear.

You froze, eyes darting toward the rearview mirror. Drew, blissfully unaware, was focused on the road, humming lightly to the music. But you could see them now—two cars trailing a little too closely. Paparazzi.

Your stomach dropped, and before you could say anything, Drew swore under his breath, his expression darkening.

“Shit,” he muttered, hands tightening on the wheel. “Of course, they found us.”

You started to speak, but Drew was already acting. He began weaving through traffic, trying to shake them off, but the paparazzi followed relentlessly. You felt yourself growing more anxious with each passing second, the buzz of the chase creeping into your nerves.

“This is ridiculous,” you said, glancing over at him, trying to make light of the situation. “We were just going to the beach.”

Drew’s eyes flickered toward you, but it wasn’t the same relaxed, playful Drew from earlier. He looked frustrated, panicked almost. “Yeah, well, this is what happens when you’re seen with someone like me.”

The words hit you harder than you expected, the weight of them sinking deep into your chest. You blinked, processing. “What do you mean, someone like you?”

Drew shook his head, his jaw tight. “I mean, me—a celebrity. People want to know every little thing about me. And now I have to deal with it because I invited you along. People are going to start thinking you're just another hanger-on, someone who wants to use me for the attention.”

His voice wasn’t cruel, but the implication stung all the same. It felt like he’d just dismissed everything about you—everything you were. As if your presence wasn’t your own choice but something tied to his fame, and he didn’t even see how that could hurt. You could feel the heat rise in your chest, the hurt twisting in your gut.

You opened your mouth to respond but stopped yourself. What could you say? You weren’t sure if you were hurt more by the words themselves or by the way they seemed to come so naturally to him. It felt like you were an accessory to his life, just something he had to keep in line to avoid drama. And yet, you hadn’t asked for any of this.

Before you could process it any further, Drew pulled into an alley near a side street, his car screeching to a halt as he scrambled to hide. He turned to you quickly, his eyes frantic. “Put this on.” He reached into the back seat and threw a dark hoodie at you.

“What’s this?” you asked, holding it up.

“A disguise,” he said, voice clipped. “Just do it, okay? I need you to look like someone else right now.”

You stared at the hoodie in your hands, a sinking feeling growing inside you. He was treating this like a game, like you were just a prop to be hidden away. You didn’t have time to argue, though—he was already turning the car around, trying to make his escape.

Your fingers fumbled with the hoodie as you quickly pulled it over your head, the oversized fabric swallowing you. Your mind was spinning, and you couldn’t shake the uncomfortable feeling gnawing at you. The way he’d talked to you, the way he was treating you—it felt like he was just seeing you as a part of his world, not you. And that hurt more than anything else.

“We can switch cars with Ava.” You offered. Within minutes, you were back at Ava’s apartment, and Drew was practically dragging you inside, his eyes scanning the street as if expecting a mob to pop up at any moment. He rushed you into the apartment, clearly panicked, and you could tell his nerves were getting the better of him.

“We need to go. We can’t stay here,” he said urgently, tossing a bag into the back of Ava’s almost-broken-down car. He had barely taken a second to notice the difference in the car’s condition before he threw the keys into your hands.

You didn’t protest—this was his world, after all. You just followed him, your stomach twisting, feeling more like an afterthought in his plans. The more you saw of this side of Drew, the more you realized that it wasn’t just the paparazzi that were a problem—it was the way he expected you to just fit into it, without a word.

The car started, and Drew floored it as he raced toward the mountains, hoping to escape the frenzy for a while. The roads became more winding, the city skyline fading behind you. But the paparazzi didn’t give up so easily, and just when you thought you were free, you saw the familiar outline of the cars in the rearview mirror.

You sighed. “They’re still following us.”

Drew’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath. “They can’t leave us alone for five minutes.”

In an effort to lose them, Drew took a sharp turn onto a stray road, one that seemed to go deeper into the mountains. The road grew narrower, the trees thicker, but the paparazzi stayed right behind. You felt your patience wearing thin, and as the car started to slow, Drew cursed again.

“We’re lost, aren’t we?” you said dryly, looking out the window at the dense trees that surrounded you.

“I’m just trying to shake them,” Drew replied, trying to hide the frustration in his voice, but you could hear it clearly.

A moment later, the car sputtered and came to a stop.

Drew swore again, banging his hands on the steering wheel. “Shit! We’re stuck.”

You groaned, leaning back in your seat, the weight of everything crashing down on you. “Are you kidding me? We’re stuck in the middle of nowhere, and we’re lost?”

“I didn’t plan this,” Drew snapped. “You think I wanted this?”

“Obviously you didn’t think this through,” you retorted, your voice rising in frustration. “We’re out here because you couldn’t accept that people are following you. You forced me into a disguise, dragged me out of the city, and now we’re stuck in the mud!”

Drew turned to you, his face hard. “You think I wanted any of this? I didn’t ask for this either, you know. I didn’t ask to be followed around by paparazzi all the time. I didn’t ask for people like you to get involved in my life.”

The words stung, and for a moment, you felt something inside snap. “You don’t get it,” you said, voice trembling with emotion. “I didn’t ask for any of this either. I came to LA for a fresh start, to get away from all of that. But now I’m just here, stuck with you in the middle of nowhere, pretending to be someone I’m not, and for what?”

Drew’s face softened, but the damage was already done. You couldn’t look at him anymore. The silence between you both was deafening as you sat in the car, the weight of the moment pressing down on you.

You weren’t sure what you were more upset about—the situation itself, or the way Drew had made you feel so small.

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The car sat idling in the middle of nowhere, its engine sputtering one last time before dying with a sad cough. You stared at the dense forest surrounding you, the humid air creeping into the small confines of Ava’s beat-up car. Drew banged his fists lightly on the steering wheel and groaned, muttering something under his breath.

“I can’t believe this,” you muttered, unbuckling your seatbelt. “We’re literally stuck in the middle of nowhere because you—”

“Because me?” Drew interrupted, incredulous, turning toward you with wide eyes. “Let’s not forget, the only reason we’re here is because I’m trying to protect you.”

“Protect me?” you shot back, your voice rising. “You mean forcing me into a disguise, dragging me into some wild goose chase to avoid a couple of cameras, and now stranding me in the wilderness counts as protection?”

“You think I enjoy this?” Drew countered, gesturing wildly at the forest. “You think I wanted to get stuck in mud, in a car that sounds like it might explode at any moment?”

“Don’t you dare blame Ava’s car!” you snapped, your voice almost a growl. “It’s a miracle this thing even runs, and honestly, I’d trust it over you right now!”

Drew opened his mouth, then shut it, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered. “We should be working together, not blaming each other.”

“Oh, now you want teamwork?” you scoffed, crossing your arms. “You mean after you implied I’m some leech who can’t handle your celebrity life?”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Drew said quickly, his tone defensive. “I was frustrated, okay? You don’t know what it’s like having your every move watched.”

“I didn’t ask for this!” you yelled, finally stepping out of the car. The humid air hit you, but you didn’t care. You needed to move. “You dragged me into this! I just wanted a nice day out, and instead, I’m in the middle of nowhere, wearing your hoodie, and wondering if I’m about to be eaten by a bear.”

Drew stepped out of the car too, holding his hands up in surrender. “Okay, first of all, there are no bears here—probably. Second, I was just trying to make the day fun.”

“Oh, yeah, super fun,” you shot back sarcastically, pacing in front of him. “Getting chased by paparazzi, being forced into a hoodie that smells like Axe body spray—real thrilling.”

Drew blinked. “Axe body spray? That’s Tom Ford.”

“Whatever,” you said, throwing your hands up. “It all smells the same when you’re stressed out and stuck in the mud!”

Drew sighed, leaning against the car, his head tilted back. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t think it would get this bad.”

“You didn’t think at all!” you snapped, poking a finger at his chest. “And now we’re stranded, because apparently, your grand plan to escape paparazzi is to drive until the Earth swallows us whole.”

“Hey!” Drew said, his tone turning defensive again. “I was improvising. I didn’t see you coming up with any ideas!”

“Because I didn’t sign up to be part of your personal action movie!” you shot back.

There was a beat of silence before Drew’s lips quirked upward, the tiniest hint of a smirk forming.

“What?” you demanded, narrowing your eyes at him.

“You’re cute when you’re mad,” he said, a lazy grin spreading across his face.

You blinked, caught completely off guard. “Excuse me?”

“I mean,” Drew continued, leaning slightly closer, “the way you’re all fiery and passionate right now—it’s kind of hot.”

You gaped at him, utterly speechless. “Are you—are you seriously trying to flirt your way out of this argument?”

“Depends,” he said, his smirk growing. “Is it working?”

You let out a sharp laugh, more out of disbelief than humor. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Unbelievably charming?” he quipped, raising an eyebrow.

“Unbelievably infuriating,” you corrected, throwing your hands up. “I’m out of here.”

You turned on your heel and started walking toward the road, your footsteps crunching against the gravel. Drew scrambled after you.

“Wait! You can’t just storm off into the wilderness!” he called.

“Watch me,” you shot back, not breaking stride.

“Y/N,” Drew said, his voice dropping into a softer, coaxing tone. “Come on. You don’t want to leave me here all alone, do you?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” you said, turning around to glare at him. “I’m sure you can charm the forest animals into helping you out.”

Drew stopped in his tracks, his mouth opening and closing like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. Finally, he sighed and threw his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. You win. I screwed up.”

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Go on.”

“I’ll admit,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “I didn’t think this through. I was trying to be... I don’t know, spontaneous? Adventurous?”

“Well, congratulations,” you said dryly. “You’ve succeeded in creating the most chaotic adventure of all time.”

Drew chuckled softly, his eyes meeting yours with a hint of guilt. “I’ll fix it. I promise. Just... don’t walk away, okay?”

You sighed, the fight draining out of you as his expression softened. “Fine,” you said reluctantly. “But if we get eaten by a bear, I’m haunting you.”

“Deal,” Drew said, grinning. And despite everything, you found yourself smiling back—just a little.

© 2025 rafeskai | All rights reserved. This fanfiction is a work of fiction inspired by characters from Outer Banks, and no part of it may be reproduced or distributed without permission.

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Syntribation Pt. 2 | Research – Sylus x reader

Summary: Sharing your fears with Sylus led to this. You are out of your element, but is that such a bad thing? Content: MDNI, explicit smut, syntribation, creampie, reader and Sylus are dating, fluff (2.1k wc) A/N: Uhh the brain worms really took a hold of me while I wrote this. I hope y’all enjoy this ride! <3 Part 2 to this requested by @ononpetitecroissant (let me know if you don’t want to be tagged!)

Sylus is an adaptable man. He is skilled at analyzing the strengths and weaknesses of any challenge he faces. When you, his wonderful partner, shared the fear that held you back, Sylus resolved to help you quell said fear. But first he needed to see what made you tick.

You are a beautiful sight as you lay bare in his bed. Sylus sits in a chair near the bed so he can see everything that is about to unfold. The soft music playing in the background added to the sensual atmosphere.

It is difficult to restrain himself as his eyes sweep your figure. He feels his cock hardening in his pajama pants and you have not made a move yet.

He can practically see you overthinking from where he sits. But he is in love with you in any state. You have all of this attention.

He swirls the dry red wine around in his glass and takes a sip before settling back into the chair.

“How are you feeling kitten?”

Your already pounding heart increases its tempo when his smooth voice breaks you out of your inner turmoil. It was your idea to help him “research” syntribation. But currently you were regretting your horny brain for making such a quick decision.

You feel awkward, out of your element. You have never done this in front of another person and the performance anxiety was getting to you.

You lick your dry lips and take in a small breath as you shift around on his silky sheets. “I still feel a little nervous,” you say shakily.

You turn your head to the side to meet his eyes. “But I still want to do this, just give me a moment.” You hear Sylus hum softly in agreement.

Although it is always dark in his bedroom, you close your eyes to center yourself. Then you take a deep breath in through your nose and let it out slowly through your mouth. After repeating this a few times, you feel your heart rate lower to a normal pace. Next, you stretch out your limbs before settling back into the sheets.

‘I can do this. I can do this. I can this,’ you repeatedly tell yourself before you feel hyped up enough to continue.

Your eyes remain closed as you begin to straighten out your legs and slide them close together. When your legs are as close together as they can be you start tensing and relaxing your thighs.

The familiar tingly pleasure ripples through your body as you begin to hold the tension in your muscles for longer periods of time. You alternate between swaying your hips side to side and back and forth as your thighs tense, which only adds to your pleasure.

You can feel your clit pulsing from the pressure caused by your thighs. Eventually you add in pulsing your pelvic floor muscles.

Beads of sweat form on your chest and temple from the effort you’re putting in. The addictive pleasurable feeling is almost unbearable. A slight tremor takes over your thighs as you feel yourself approach your peak.

Knowing that Sylus is watching you do something so private turns you on as you descend further into a lusty haze. You feel feverish as you take in choppy breaths. Your legs are starting to get tired, but you won’t stop until you cum. You want to cum for him.

Thoughts of this morning permeate your thoughts. The passionate kiss you shared after your confession is in the forefront. That’s what led to all of this.

Now you are vulnerably on display for him. Tensing your muscles to the point of fatigue. All so you can show Sylus how you lose control and come undone.

You can only tense your muscles twice more before crying out in ecstasy. Every orgasm is different, but one element stays the same. The sense of satisfaction that flows through your veins while your pussy repeatedly clenches and releases. It feels like you’re floating on a cloud. You melt into the cool sheets of the bed.

Once you recover from your orgasm you open your eyes. Your gaze trails over to Sylus who is still sitting in his chair.

‘He looks delicious’ is your first thought.

His erection is practically ripping through the seams of his pajama pants. The wine glass he was drinking from is abandoned on a side table. And Sylus is leaning to the left with his head resting in the palm of his hand.

The intensity of his gaze feels like it is searing your body. And his lips are holding a sinful smirk. Sylus chooses not to speak for a beat, feeling comfortable within the tension filled bedroom. When he’s committed your debauched image to memory, his eyes finally meet yours.

“I hope you didn’t tire yourself out already kitten.”

Before you can reply, he lifts his pajama top over his head. Then he slides his right hand down his stomach before reaching into his black pajama pants. An audible gasp leaves your mouth as he pulls out his cock and languidly begins to stroke it.

You watch him touch himself for longer than you’d like to admit. “I have plenty of energy left” you reply cheekily.

“Good,” Sylus murmurs. “Because I need to see you do that a few more times before I sink myself into you.” He continues to slowly stroke his cock that is slick with his own precum.

“Oh,” is all you can utter as your clit throbs sharply.

Sylus chuckles darkly as he briefly stands up to slip off this pajama pants. He spreads his long legs apart and goes back to stroking himself. He nods his head at you, encouraging you to continue.

Time passes by in a blur. Your mouth is parched by the time you recover from your third orgasm of the day. Your legs feel like jelly, and it is a struggle to catch your breath. The slick from your pussy is dampening the sheets below you. And you have more sweat covering your body than before.

Sylus was not expecting this when he questioned you this morning. He doesn’t know if he has blinked since you began.

You are a seductress. The subtle ways you moved your hips was hypnotizing. How you tensed your muscles and held your breath made him salivate. He has been edging himself as he watched multiple orgasms crash through your body.

You are captivating. He yearns for you. And Sylus has an idea of how you both can get what you need.

He rises from his chair and takes the short walk to the bed. The bed shifts as he climbs on straddles your body before leaning down for a kiss.

His warm cock is dragging against your tummy as he melds his soft lips into yours. You moan weakly and reach your hand down to touch him. Sylus grunts and pulls away from the kiss as your hand wraps around him. A few, teasing tugs from your soft hand is all he can take before he has to stop you.

“Just curious. Can you tense your muscles the same way while lying on your side?”

You bite your lip as you understand what he’s really asking. A tentative sense of warmth engulfs your heart. Although your muscles are tired you are not a quitter.

“I may be able to pull that off,” is your breathless reply.

You roll over onto your right side, resting your head on a pillow. Sylus lays down right behind you. You feel him rut his warm cock against you.

“Do you want me to fill you up, kitten?”

You whine as he teases you. “I need it so badly Sylus.”

His breath is warm on your neck as reaches for your breast and starts massaging it.

You feel like you’re losing your mind. Your aching pussy is sticky and wet from each of your orgasms. Your clit is throbbing. All you can do is fantasize about having his thick cock inside of you.

Sylus shifts on the bed and pushes his cock into the space between your thighs. He grinds it back and forth against your wet slit and your breath hitches when he bumps against your clit. Once he feels coated in your juices, he notches himself against your aching entrance and begins to press forward.

It is a big stretch. It helps that you are relaxed from your orgasms, so any pain you experience is mild. And the dragging sensation of Sylus entering you makes your mind go blank.

You feel overwhelmed by how deep he’s reaching inside of you. He seats himself to the hilt and lets you both catch your breath. When you get accustomed to his length, you straighten your legs and begin to tense your muscles.

Sylus groans lowly into your ear as your pussy grips him. You begin to wiggle your hips forward and backwards as you intermittently tense your muscles. You feel Sylus’ right arm wrap around your waist. Then he begins to thrust into your aching pussy. Together, you find a tempo that drives you both wild.

You don’t have the brain capacity left to describe the sensations wracking your body. Despite the music playing you can still hear the unmistakable squelching sound each time he rocks back into you. Although it is harder to squeeze and tense with something inside of you, the pleasure is still there. It feels like a fun challenge.

You tense as Sylus’ cock bumps into your spongey g-spot. A desperate, high-pitched moan leaves you as you feel your pussy begin to quiver. What you thought to be an impossibility is becoming reality.

You’re going to cum.

Sylus huffs behind you as he starts to pick up the pace. With how tense your body feels, he knows you are close to cumming. It becomes his sole mission to bring you to a new height.

He peppers kisses on the exposed parts of your neck and coos at you. “You’re doing so good sweetie. Just focus on clenching for me.”

In your pleasure drunk state you have no choice but to listen to him until you are frighteningly close to the edge. You hold your breath as you clench your pelvic floor muscles as hard as you can.

“That’s it,” Sylus says as he grips your breast and swirls his fingertip around your nipple. He can feel you almost push him out of your pussy from the intensity of your clenching. You whimper out his name as you flutter and cream around his cock. Your body shakes weakly as you drown in pleasure.

“Just like that,” Sylus whispers worshipfully as he continues to fuck himself into your pussy. Your wet, tight heat is pushing him to his limit and his balls begin to tighten up.

With a sense of desperation he asks, “Where do you want me to finish kitten?”

You are in your own world right now, starting to feel overstimulated from his cock dragging against your sensitive walls. “Inside me please” you reply weakly.

Sylus feels unstable from holding back so long. After a couple more thrusts, he lets out a deep growl as he releases a copious amount of cum inside your hole.

You lay there stupefied. It feels unreal that you were able to orgasm during sex. After so many failed attempts and damaged self esteem from your past relationships, you’re struggling to process what just happened. Everything you thought you knew about yourself and sex just flew out the window.

Your body is beyond tired and you can already feel the muscle soreness setting in. When you get carried away like this, the soreness you experience the next day brings a smile to your face. Because it serves as a reminder of the fun you had.

Tomorrow, the soreness will remind you of a few things:

Your first time with Sylus.

Your first time orgasming during sex.

Your desire to do this again, very soon.

Sylus interrupts your daydreaming when he says “You were breathtaking. Thank you for trusting me with this.”

He slowly pulls his softened member out of you and helps you lay down on your back. Then he begins to massage your thighs. He loves the sight of his cum dripping out of your body. It feels dangerously addictive.

“Thank you helping me feel safe enough to,” you reply tenderly. You pause before continuing.

“I think we should conduct follow up experiments to make sure today wasn’t an outlier. But I’m worn out, so let’s nap please.”

Sylus smiles at you before kissing your temple. “Let me clean you up first. Then we can do whatever you want.”

[driptillyoudrop]

The Brainwashing Bed

The title gives this one away just a bit, don't you think? This one may receive some revisions, like several of my recent posts. We'll see.

Consider your bed. Lay down, if you like.

It's comfortable, I hope. You spend an awful lot of time in it...although, probably not as much as you'd like. That's common. Few of us get enough sleep, these days. But let's focus on the bed itself.

A good bed is the right balance of soft and firm, providing a certain measure of support along with a certain degree of cushion. Everyone has a slightly different preference on this, sure, but the idea remains universal: your bed has to have the right balance.

Beyond that, it should keep you warm - but not too warm - and cozy. Pillows and blankets and comforters and all those nice accessories help with this, that's true. Your bed may be any of several different compositions, ranging pretty wildly in cost. It could be one of the larger investments in your home.

But underneath all that variability, the goal is shared. A good bed helps you sleep. You feel safe in it; it's easy to get comfortable, relax, and enjoy the way it feels.

This makes it the ideal delivery mechanism for a particular experiment of mine...not that I'd modify your bed, of course. The experiment is a fun one to discuss, however, so indulge me a bit, won't you?

I thought you might.

Consider your bed, with a subtle shift in purpose. It remains primarily designed to keep you comfortable, warm, and safe, but there is an additional function hidden beneath. There is an intent to guide that relaxed version of you into a state of compliance, submission, obedience. In short, something has been done to your bed so that it will help brainwash you.

It's perfect, really, don't you think? All the necessary components are present already. Your brain associates the bed with comfort, safety, relaxation, sleep...so the bed need only be given the smallest degree of capacity to guide that state in a different direction.

It varies from bed to bed, as most experiments vary from person to person. Some are given a device that emits a low pulsing vibration: soothing, inexorable. Others receive the less-tame form of a heating pad: penetrating warmth to relax the body and melt the mind. Still others find an almost imperceptible static sound surrounding them at bedtime: slowly overpowering the sound of your own thoughts.

But it wouldn't be very scientific of me to reveal which one you'd get, would it? You'd expect the effect and react accordingly. If I were going to make those modifications, your bed would receive all of those upgrades...and perhaps more.

Like I said, though, I wouldn't do that. Well, not unless you volunteered for the experiment, or really really really wanted me to do it. What other things would I change about your bed? Good question.

Subtle is the goal at first. You shouldn't notice anything immediately; it needs to take awhile. You'd find it more difficult to think, of course, and you'd feel more willing to accept my words without a second thought. Would you be able to distinguish that from simple drowsiness, though? Would it be too late by the time you did?

That's the idea. Your bed knows you, in a way, spending so much time together with you. It's fairly straightforward to use that knowledge to make the correct alterations. I like to provide a sense of intent, as if the bed itself wants you to surrender. If you were, somehow, part of the test group, your bed would be able to slip restraints over your legs without your perception of it.

What's that? Are your legs bound? Interesting.

It's important to relax, still, so you'd find it extremely difficult to struggle against the restraints. Whatever means of influence the bed has been enhanced with would be dedicated to keeping your body as close to limp as possible. Your mind, well, that follows naturally with your body. Heaviness makes it hard to think.

Besides, there'd be no time to really focus on your predicament before the bed entered the programming phase. That's where the design truly shines, if I do say so myself.

You see, we both know you've pleasured yourself in bed; it knows that, too. It knows the method you use most, the way your body moves, the sounds you make, the toys you've tried...all of it. All I have to do is provide it with the means to stimulate your body; it could already have your legs restrained, and spread. Oh, there are also restraints for your thighs, hips, torso, arms, and even your head. Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, thrashing about, now would we?

The restraints can be selective, yes. The primary purpose is still to keep you comfortable (and perhaps you aren't even in bed yet, only learning about the experiment and deciding whether to participate). You'll be bound only as tightly as needed, or wanted.

What happens then? Programming phase requires you to be more receptive than usual, so you'd be stimulated accordingly. The bed has new attachments for that in case you aren't able to move: vibrators attached to arms attached to pistons and springs whirring to life between your legs, pheromone emitters beneath or inside your pillows to flood your body with instinctive heat and lust, cables to connect to your headphones and override the sounds, maybe even a gag to slip into your slightly open mouth if you tend to get loud when you pleasure yourself.

In early stages of testing, the bed simply used the influence methods - sound, vibration, warmth - to compel you to pleasure yourself. You've felt the urge before, I suspect, even before the upgrade. Simple, but very potent. It's okay, if the restraints weren't comfortable, you'll be free to touch yourself -or- use the attachments.

Once you begin to feel the pleasure from whatever source, the bed begins to feed you instructions. These are typically echoes of my words, mantras, coupled with flashes of obedience, submission, and surrender. If the restraints seemed too excessive, you'd be touching yourself while these compulsions are fed to your relaxed, compliant brain. If the restraints were necessary, the bed would be stimulating you just the way it knows you like.

The beauty of the design is that you are naturally fairly helpless when you're in bed, especially if you've been appropriately relaxed, restrained, or otherwise subdued. The brainwashing is able to flow freely into your receptive head, and by the time you've been brought to orgasm - by your own hand, or by the bed itself - you're simply...sleepy.

Because the bed, of course, is still meant to guide you to sleep. The entire programming phase, it would be draining you as much as needed. Drifting off becomes a bit of a foregone conclusion, by then.

Does the stimulation continue even after you fall asleep? Of course. Additional programming is fed to your sleeping self, even as the bed resumes its more innocuous disguise while the night goes on. Some subjects forget the brainwashing bed by the time they awaken. Others remember clearly and are drawn to it, eager to surrender again.

That's the real experiment, you see. I wouldn't modify your bed like we've discussed, unless I already have. I seem to have misplaced my notes, so who knows?

Do you have a brainwashing bed? Do you feel it calling?

Or are you already bound and being brainwashed as we discuss it?

Either way, as always, enjoy.

[couch-potato28]

Imagine being a Blue Lock manager! ⚽

Prologue

(a/n: Hey everybody! First time writing here, so please 🙏 excuse my poor looking posts and grammatical errors /let me know if u see any!!/ English is not my first language so pls take that into account O.O tyy ❤️) WARNING!-there's i think one swear word

wc: 2.8 k words im sry really, like i yap alot 😭

ALSO: please let me know if you're interested in the continuation

Imagine that in addition to your logical thinking, communicational skills and physical performance, Blue Lock also tests your mental health, because if you excel in these 4 areas, you might be worthy to become a manager of one of their players. However, competing with 199 other girls who are going through the same ordeal, let's admit, doesn't really calm your nerves. But how did you even end up in Blue Lock in the first place?

—————— Saturday morning, sitting in the corner of a nearby coffee shop, with your books open, laptop fully charged, your phone on silent mode with of course, a cup of caffeine on the side, you are ready to conquer those history notes. You had already started to memorize everything the previous week, so today was really about practicing and revising. After cracking your back and sipping some coffee, you began reading the first few lines on your laptop, occasionally peeking at the highlighted parts of your book in case you got stuck. Time passed quickly, and when you looked at the clock on your phone screen, it turned out that you had been revising ridiculously difficult names, dates, places and events which were described in an awful lot of detail for exactly 1 hour and 32 minutes. Seeing the time, you decided to take a well-deserved break, which actually just consisted of texting and watching funny cat videos.

Closing your laptop and books, you gave yourself exactly half an hour to rest, so that time wouldn't double leading to you procrastinating and forgetting everything you'd just revised. Reaching for your phone, you turned off the silent mode and started reading the messages that had come in during your study session. Most of them were from your best friend, briefly stating that she had fallen asleep and will probably stay up all night to cramp whatever material she can get into her head, hoping that she somehow manages to pass on Monday.

“Told ya to set an alarm >:( Well, you should have accepted my offer to study together HAHAHA good luck btw :D”-you wrote in response, feeling kinda sorry for her. Then you went straight to your emails after seeing a notification, where you found a recently received message with a strange title.

“BLUE LOCK INVITATION”

What the hell is Blue Lock? And why did you get an invitation? Your initial thought was that it’s a scam and were trying to delete the email if your stupid finger hadn’t slipped, making it press and open the email. Great, now your eyes were glued to the screen, trying to read whatever was on the message.

“Dear L/N Y/N!

We are honored to invite you to the Blue Lock Manager Training Program, where you will be granted the chance to work with one of our future star footballers. We hope you will consider the offer because this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you are interested, please come to the following address and time.

Any further questions will be answered on-site!

Blue Lock Assistant and Health Manager,

Anri Teieri”

Um, what the fuck. Yeah, doesn’t sound sketchy at aaall…as you read the letter over and over again, trying to make sense of it, not understanding how they even knew about your existence in the first place and more importantly…how did they get your email address? Although that wasn’t the point, it really piqued your interest. You had so many questions yet you could only get answers on the spot.

“Smart tactic.”-you said, before searching the internet to find something about this Blue Lock project. After about 20 minutes, you sighed in defeat as there was not a single thing about Blue Lock at all. You only had this quite fancy looking email. Finishing the rest of your coffee, you began to think about the offer and whether or not to go. Your current job wasn’t good neither was the payment, which is why you recently had to take on a second job. But from what you read about the program, if you were to actually work with an upcoming star football player, the pay would probably be high. Plus, how hard can it be to manage a person, right?

After thoroughly thinking about the offer, you decided to give it a chance. Finishing the rest of your work, you came home and talked to your parents somehow persuading them to agree. Later that day you also informed your best friend as well. After successfully passing your history exam on Monday, you headed straight to the so-called Blue Lock building the very next day. ——————

That's how you ended up in your current situation. On your first day there, they led you to a big waiting room where there were a lot of other people, to be specific, girls. Looking around for a bit, you realized that there were a lot of girls indeed, but no boys in sight. Finding it strange, but shrugging it off, you turned around to face a huge stage, where a pink-haired woman appeared, whose name you assumed and now know is Anri, introduced herself and greeted you from a big podium with a mic in her hand. Finishing the brief intro she then continued with a very thorough and detailed speech, where she revealed that if you agreed to the conditions of the program, you would technically be locked up in the building for at least 3 months and would participate in intensive training, where you potentially could be eliminated for poor results.

“There goes my money…”-you thought, since you never really cared about football in your life nor did you know anything about it. Which in retrospect, you should have done or researched a bit before coming here since you applied to be a football player's manager after all.

“Well, it doesn't matter now anyway.”-you told yourself for some comfort. After Anri had finished her monologue, she instructed everyone that:

“If you agree and ready to take on the challenge then please go through this door!”-pointing with her microphone at a huge dark blue door that was slowly opening.

Hesitating a bit, you thought about all the possible things that could go wrong, but after a not-so-long train of thoughts you managed to convince yourself, and that little push by a girl running towards the doors sealed the deal for you as you slowly started to walk towards the unknown.

“I mean, what can I lose, right? My sanity is gone already and even if I get eliminated, I'm just going to go back to my normal life again”-you whispered and with a small grin you officially entered Blue Lock.

To your surprise, the facility was quite clean and not to mention huge since most likely somewhere on the other side of the building, boys were kicking balls and running laps. Following the crowd, you arrived in, what you assumed was a large waiting room with multiple TV screens on the walls. After managing to squish yourself through the crowd, a sudden voice spoke from the speakers and an egg-headed guy with a strangely perfect bowl cut appeared on the screens, introducing himself.

“Hello, diamond grinders! My name is Jinpachi Ego, the coach of the players in Blue Lock and the overall boss of the facility. I guess you already know why you’re here so I won’t bother with that anymore. First, let’s start with a quick count, which is...currently 200 people.”-he said and you looked around with wide eyes. The fact is, there were indeed a lot of people besides you, but you didn't think such a large amount of people would participate.

'Pfft, no worries…'-you thought, encouraging yourself, realizing that you’d probably get kicked out on the second day, if not today. You looked up to the screens again, and bowl cut continued.

“Out of these 200 people, the best performers will be given the best athletes to work with. But! You have to know what you’re doing. From now on, every minute of your time will be spent, from morning to night according to a routine and the underperformers will be eliminated. Understand?”

You nodded unconsciously, following those around you. This was serious and there was no turning back now. Even so looking at that man’s gaze somehow made you shiver a little.

'What have I gotten myself into?'-the question suddenly popped into your head, making you doubt for a moment, if you being here was truly a good decision, but Ego's voice immediately made you get back on track.

“Great. Let’s start with a quick summary then. First, you will be divided into 20 teams, 10 people each. This division was based on your current abilities, but they can change over time while you’re here. Each week, the levels to pass are going rise and be harder and those who can't pass will automatically fail and get eliminated."-he said leaning back into his chair.-"Next, is the routine which the assistant will tell you about in detail later. The goal here in Blue Lock besides creating football players, is to produce ideal managers who have the skills to fit with the players, and to maintain their level, helping them until the end of their careers.-he suddenly raised his index finger and the screens showed what looked like an animation of whatever he was about to say.-"This includes, one: Strategic and logical thinking, two: A healthy and fit body and three: The highest levels of media and communication! If you perform well in these three main areas, then a job and the experience of a lifetime are guaranteed! Don't disappoint me! Now lock off and goodbye for now!”

With that, the egg-headed man finished his speech, disappearing from the screens and Anri, with a microphone in her hand, started to divide everyone up. You have been assigned to group number 10. That's not bad, but were your abilities really worth as much to be a team 10 member? So far you have only (tried) to manage your own life and your current football knowledge was equal to zero. But there was no time left for further thoughts, because after receiving the uniform you had to immediately start on the first task according to your assigned routine for the day.

—————— Okay. This was harder than you thought. Wiping off the sweat from your forehead, you started running your seventh lap around the damn track again.

"I’m gonna pass out.”-you muttered under your breath, as your newly made friend you’d just met a few ago appeared next to you.

“Same, I'm too tired to be running around!”-she replied, and after a few seconds the sound of a whistle was heard, signaling the end of the first part of the warm-up. Well, today was going to be long again.

Your new routine consisted of starting your mornings at exactly 7 am with physical exercises and then, you had a quick breakfast. After that you had to start on some brain work tasks for the day, followed by communication class and lunch. A 15 minute break later, media and IT started and before finishing the day with a small workout again, were language lessons waiting for you. Yes. You also had to learn languages. Unfortunately not just one, not two or three, but four fucking languages in which you had to reach a basic level. At least the variety was good, since now you knew how to say hello in French, German, Italian and Spanish. (multilingual queen slay) And then based on those you could decide which one you wanted to work on more and reach at least an intermediate level. In addition to that, the knowledge of English was also mandatory, but at an advanced level. Also for every other day there were talks, activities and tasks about basic football for those (like you ^_^) to have a grasp on the topic. So there you were, in full uniform everyday for the last two months, suffering through training.

It almost hurts to admit, but on some days you started to miss your simple, slightly boring school life. Thinking back to your friends and parents who you hadn't talked with in a while, to those boring classes and your warm bed. Training was hard since other than having to excel at the 3 fields, worrying that you could get eliminated at any moment, if you lacked behind was stressing you out even more than you already were. On top of that, seeing as some of the girls were slowly kicked out of the building was saddening, yet it worked like a charm to make you work even harder to survive till the end.

Well, it’s not like it wasn’t good here since you arrived. You quickly adapted to the new environment, getting used to the shared bathrooms, roommates, the extreme routines you had to follow and the canteen food. But the lack of 'fresh air'of the bustling Tokyo, the crowded places, the subways and the fact you could sleep in on the weekends certainly made a void in your heart. The mountains were a beautiful view, but you started to get bored of them after a while.

That's how you usually spent the rest of your days with. Time also flew a lot quicker with your new friends who you suffered with together until they finally announced the end of the program, ordering everyone to gather in the waiting room. Everybody arrived on time and just a few minutes later bowl cut finally appeared on the screens again. —————— “Yo, diamond grinders! Congrats on surviving till now. Looking at your data and statuses, I'm pretty much satisfied with everyone. Well, it doesn't matter now, since the results are already decided.”-Ego said in a voice that lacked emotions yet again. Still the boredom and lack of sleep were evident on his face, specially his eye bags and the empty cups of ramen in the background that he didn't even bother to clean up. He coughed a little before continuing.-“After analyzing every single one of you on each field, I have decided on which player to assign you, based on these factors and scores. Let's start now, shall we?"-he asked and a little icon of the first girl who was about to be assigned, appeared on the TV screens, showing her name and the team she belonged to.-"First of all, congratulations to Aiko Hashimoto…”-he said a girl's name that felt unfamiliar to you, and then went on with, what you assumed was the player's jersey number and the name of who she would be managing from now on. Meanwhile on the big screens the footballer's little icon made an appearance as well next to Aiko's.

Ego soon continued with announcing the girls by their rank and time seemed to slow down the moment he started speaking again. After a while, at least 20 minutes have passed, yet your name was nowhere to be heard. Even your closest friend was now assigned to some boy while you were still waiting for your turn. 'Did you do that well? Maybe they just forgot to kick you out.'-you assumed after another 5 minutes have passed. Listening to Ego as he was still announcing names, you glanced around at the remaining girls who seemed confident while standing and not hearing their names yet. They seemed certain that they were getting one of the top players you thought, while you, yourself were still unsure who you would get. Before any more thoughts could occupy your mind, you suddenly heard your name.

“Next up is L/N Y/N.”-you heard from the speakers and finally your little icon also turned up on the screens. Oh my gosh, it’s you! Wait who was before you again? What numbered player are we even at now?!

Blinking twice, you looked up to the main screen, staring at the miniature doddle of you, while Ego was about to announce, the lucky guy's name you were going to work with. A sudden rush of excitement and worry began to overwhelm you, anxiously waiting to hear the fruit of your 3 months of suffering. Sure, you did do well in all areas required and even gained some knowledge about football in general, but was it enough? Every girl here was doing their best, trying equally hard afraid of missing the opportunity of a lifetime and getting kicked out of the facility.

You gulped ready to hear whatever and whoever was waiting for you on the other side of Blue Lock. Ego’s voice rang through the waiting room as he said the following:

“Congratulations L/N Y/N! Based on your results, you've earned your place in Blue Lock as the manager of player number…”

(Oh my gosh, this was a long one, hope you guys enjoyed it ^^; i wasn't sure about this story since it's my first one, so pls let me know if you are interested in a continuation and tell me, who you think will get u as their manager? (★‿★) tyy

[make1wish]

sequal of Sylus: Bloodnight Blaze

Dragon Sylus x Fem! Reader

TW: noncon, blood, NSFW 🔞

*setting: I (a female) was condemned as a witch by the masses and sentenced to death. To survive, I made a deal with Sylus - I would free him from human imprisonment, and in return, he would save my life. A unique bond formed between us. I have a stubborn and competitive personality, and I dare to challenge authority.

Hey guys! It’s my first time writing a fanfic about Sylus, hope you enjoy! :3

The ancient cave's crystalline walls caught the dim light, casting ethereal shadows across its vast expanse. Precious gems embedded in the rock face sparkled like countless stars, their light dancing off pools of clear water that dotted the cavern floor. The air was thick with an otherworldly warmth, a reminder of the dragon's presence that usually filled this space.

I paced anxiously near the cave's entrance, my footsteps echoing against the stone walls. Every few moments, my eyes darted to the cave's mouth, searching for any sign of Sylus's return. The magical crystals I'd prepared for healing lay carefully arranged on a smooth stone surface, their soft blue glow pulsing gently in the semi-darkness.

The sudden rush of wind announced his arrival before I saw him. Sylus's massive form blocked the cave entrance, his white hair gleaming like freshly fallen snow against the darkness. But something was wrong. His usually proud posture was slightly hunched, and dark liquid - blood - trickled down his armor, staining the ruby embedded in his chest plate.

"You're hurt," I whispered, my voice carrying more concern than I'd intended. My feet moved of their own accord, closing the distance between us.

Sylus's blood-red eyes fixed upon me, intense and unblinking. Despite his wounds, his presence remained commanding, filling the cavern with an almost palpable energy. "Your concern is... touching," he murmured, his deep voice resonating through my body. A slight smirk played across his lips, even as he winced from pain.

I reached toward one of his wounds, but hesitated, my hand hovering inches from his skin. The heat radiating from his body made my fingers tingle. His scales caught the crystal light, creating mesmerizing patterns that drew my gaze along his muscular form.

"Don't tell me you're suddenly shy," Sylus teased, catching my wrist in his large hand. His grip was gentle but firm, and he guided my palm to rest against his chest, just beside the glowing ruby. His scales were smooth and warm beneath my touch, and I could feel his heart beating steadily under my fingers.

"I saved your life once," he reminded me, his thumb tracing small circles on my wrist. "Surely you can return the favor?" His voice dropped lower, taking on a honeyed quality that made my breath catch. The way he looked at me - predatory yet tender - sent shivers down my spine.

My other hand reached for the healing crystals, but Sylus didn't release his hold on my wrist. Instead, he pulled me closer, until I could feel his breath ghosting across my face. The scent of smoke and something uniquely him filled my senses, making it difficult to focus on the task at hand.

The warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips sent waves of electricity through my body. I tried to focus on the healing crystals, but Sylus's presence was overwhelming, his massive form towering over me as I worked. Each brush of my fingers against his scales drew a subtle reaction - a sharp intake of breath, a slight tensing of his muscles.

"Your touch is... different today," he murmured, his deep voice rumbling through the cave. I kept my eyes fixed on the wound I was treating, refusing to acknowledge the heat rising in my cheeks. The dragon's words carried a weight that made my heart race, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing my composure crack.

"Hold still," I commanded, surprising myself with my boldness. A low chuckle resonated from his chest, and I felt rather than saw his amused smile. His hand came to rest on my waist, the touch seemingly casual but deliberately placed.

"Giving orders to a dragon?" His words carried a dangerous edge, but his grip remained gentle. "Have you forgotten who saved whom?" The ruby in his chest plate pulsed with a deeper red, matching the intensity in his eyes.

I pressed the healing crystal harder against his wound, drawing a sharp hiss from him. "And have you forgotten who freed you from your chains?" My defiance was met with a growl that should have terrified me, but instead sent shivers down my spine.

Sylus's other hand caught my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "I forget nothing," he whispered, his face inches from mine. "Every detail of our contract is seared into my memory." His thumb traced my lower lip, the gesture both threatening and tender.

The healing crystal slipped from my trembling fingers, but before it could fall, Sylus caught it with inhuman speed. His movement brought us even closer, his armor pressing against my chest. The cave seemed to grow warmer, the air thick with tension.

"Your heart is racing," he observed, his lips curving into a predatory smile. "Are you afraid of me, little witch?" His hand slid from my waist to the small of my back, pulling me firmly against him.

"No," I answered truthfully, though my voice wavered. My hands rested against his chest, caught between pushing him away and pulling him closer. The wounds I was supposed to be healing seemed forgotten as his scales shimpered beneath my palms.

His grip tightened possessively, and he leaned down until his breath ghosted across my ear. "Perhaps you should be," he whispered, his words carrying a promise that made my knees weak.

His whispered threat sent shivers down my spine as his warm breath caressed my ear. Without warning, his lips brushed against my neck, drawing a soft gasp from my throat. His scales were surprisingly smooth against my skin as his hands traced up my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

"Let me show you what a dragon's touch can do," he murmured, his voice deep and resonant. His clawed fingers carefully undid the clasps of my robe, each movement deliberate and controlled. The cave's warmth seemed to intensify, matching the heat building between us.

I couldn't help but arch into his touch as his hands explored my newly exposed skin. The ruby in his chest plate pulsed with a deep crimson glow, matching the rhythm of our racing hearts. His touch was both gentle and possessive, each caress claiming me as his own.

His lips found mine in a searing kiss, stealing my breath away. The taste of smoke and something uniquely him filled my senses. My fingers tangled in his white hair, pulling him closer as his scaled hands mapped every curve of my body.

The healing crystals lay forgotten on the cave floor, their soft blue light mixing with the ruby's red glow to cast purple shadows across our intertwined forms. Each touch, each kiss, built the tension between us higher, transforming our contract into something far more primal and intense.

His lips were scorching, whispering into my ear, "Let me show you how dragons mark their possessions." His fingers gently traced my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Those golden eyes shimmered with a dangerous yet captivating light, as if to devour me whole…

(For the smutty follow-up content, plz go to Wattpad! Love y’all :p

[spideronthesun]

Yearly recount 2024

Thank you for tagging me @concerningwolves !

Rules: Do a recount of your year with the highlights, special moments, and goals for next year

Highlights & special moments

Joined writeblr. I don't really use social media these days, and I'm not active anywhere else. But I am happy that I found myself here after a long contemplation.

I wrote some short stories for Writemas! I was really busy throughout the last month that I wished I participated in it more, although I was glad that I was able to leave my mark.

Rewriting my story and adding more horror details to it. I have never thought that I would ever fall in love with horror that much, but here we are, 2024 was magical to me in a sense. And I don't think that I have ever loved anything more in my life. Horror gave me a second life, a new meaning, and was a very healing experience to me.

Finally got to read more! I am actually very happy about this, because I never discussed this in the blog before, but I have gone through a huge reading slump back in 2023, and I was struggling with finding a story I enjoy. I have read so many great books last year.

Goals for next year

I want to start querying Tales of the Oak and Lightning! Well, last year I didn't do it since I spent a lot of the time on rewrites, editing, and then even more rewrites that I no longer felt ready to start querying. Although, I still get all jittery while thinking about it, but I want to find someone who falls in love with my story and characters as much as I do, and I hope that someone reads my query letter, then read my opening pages, and they think to themselves, yes, I am in love with this story and I want to find it home.

Can't wait for Scareuary, yay! I'm so excited for it!

I want to write more short stories or try writing an essay sometime in the future. Guess, we will see about that and how it goes.

I want to make writing friends. Sometimes, I feel really alone, and I don't know how to approach people. I really struggle with that a lot. It also doesn't help that I have severe abandonment issues in my life, and I can't get close to other people because of this. I find myself to be very difficult to be around, and I don't want to cause any anxieties or upsets in other people's lives.

Tagging: @mrbexwrites @satohqbanana @melpomene-grey @alintalzin @angelfevr

@orphanheirs @authoralexharvey @cain-e-brookman

[nokk0]

"You could say that, pon... There are also updates to refresh a device, pon... Anyway... Before updating a cell phone, the first thing to do is back up the data. Updates might cause data loss, so it's important to protect things like photos, videos, and documents, pon... Of course a data loss is rare to happen since most people make back-ups or follow the regulations without major problems, pon... But... Fal case..."

Fal went silent for minutes before letting out a nervous "pon"

"... With Fal there wasn't any back-ups and the procedure went wrong, pon... Now you get it, pon?"

Dotty appeared from behind Fal.

“Boo!”

“Hey, robot! I brought my notepad with me.”

“Oh, you look… different.”

Fal retreats in fear, with his little claws ready for anything that the intruder is going to do, alert but extremely anxious for the presence of Dotty, who by their sudden appearance and single big eye gives Fal an intense fear

"W-WHO ARE YOU!? WHERE DID YOU...!? H-HOW DO YOU KNOW FAL, PON!?"

But... There's something familiar...

[greenlantrns]

cg ! jason todd one-shot

summary: you lose your favorite stuffed animal and jason goes through great and semi-embarrassing lengths to get them back to you.

tw: jason is a crime boss, so yanno. expect allusions to crime boss activities and a sprinkling of swear words.

The thing was, on average Jason did his best to keep his two lives — so to speak — completely separate. He didn’t even like wearing clothes home if the Red Hood had worn them all night which sometimes meant changing from one pair of sweats and a hoodie into another pair of sweats and a hoodie. There was a big red line drawn in the sand when it came to you and your home together and the rest of his business.

Still, sometimes things happened. Like for example, an unexpected move. For a long time you’d lived in a one bedroom apartment just the two of you. You alternated between sleeping on the couch, the floor, and Jason’s bed because you had that annoying kid ability to sleep comfortably just about anywhere and that had worked until it hadn’t. After finding you asleep on the counter slumped against the refrigerator Jason had decided that if you were going to stay — and he sure as hell hoped you’d stay — you needed a bedroom.

You’d been living in your new place for a solid week before either of you noticed what was missing. Your stuffie was something you kept under wraps, tucked behind your pillow until nighttime. You didn’t often carry him around unless you were feeling particularly small or particularly fussy and so it made sense that in all the excitement of a move you hadn’t noticed their absence for a few days.

That said the calm before the storm never lasts and Jason wasn’t fully prepared for how forlorn a kid could look for hours on end and for days at a time. This was no regular pout, he was convinced.

Jason had tried to look for the thing. He’d turned their new place upside down searching and then some. He’d gone through boxes once and then twice, he’d turned pillow cases inside out and couch cushions upside down.

It wasn’t until you made a single sniffly little comment that Jason’s life flashed before his eyes.

“What if we left him behind Jay?” You’d asked in that pitifully small voice and Jason had winced internally — likely externally too but he liked to believe he had a better poker face than that.

It wasn’t as if the thought hadn’t crossed his mind it was just that— well, their old place was already in use at the moment.

After moving out of their one bedroom Jason had felt oddly sentimental about the crummy old place. Sure they had outgrown it but it wasn’t like he didn’t have the funds to keep up with rent. On top of that seeing as it had once been his home and not just some random base of operations there were only a few people that even knew the place existed.

It’s anonymity had made it a perfect place to set up his primary ‘office’ if you will. It was a perfectly good space that was unknown to those who were apart of the larger operation that could function as a rest stop and meeting ground for those of his men that he trusted the most.

If the thing was there than Jason was pretty screwed.

He grimaced. “I’m sure we didn’t, kiddo.”

Your lip looked wobbly and although you hated to cry Jason could tell you’d been barely fending off tears since you’d realized you stuffed animal was gone. He thought he’d been prepared for the dam to break but fuck if it wasn’t hard as hell to sit there and watch the tears slowly well in your eyes.

Jason wasn’t always the most physically demonstrative. Sometimes his body felt like it was on auto pilot; after the pit it sometimes didn’t even feel like his body was his at all. It didn’t bother him much if he didn’t think about it but it did make physical affection a bit difficult.

He tried his damndest for you though and you never seemed to care about the stilted affection Jason had to offer just as long as he was there. With unsure hands Jason pulled you into his side.

“I’ll find your friend, I promise,” He murmured.

You pulled back and wiped hastily at your eyes as you narrowed your gaze to look up at him. “How can you promise, what if he’s gone with our old house forever?”

“Well,” Jason paused. He hadn’t planned on sharing the fact that he still technically owned — or rented — their old place. He thought it’d bring up too many questions and he’d prefer you to be as ignorant as possible to his nightly goings on. “I still have keys to our old place and some of my friends live there now.”

You tilted your head while you considered his words. “You got friends?”

Jason scoffed and thwacked you on the nose gently. “Yes, I have friends smartass.”

That elicited the smallest of smiles and Jason nearly slumped in relief after about a week of frowns and near tears. Jason planned to go later and preferably alone but before he knew it you were practically catapulting off the couch. You’d tossed your blanket to the ground and were searching frantically for your shoes even though you were still in pajamas.

“Just leave your mess why don’t you!” Jason called as he sighed and picked up the blanket you’d discarded on the floor. “kids like a little tornado.”

Jason heaved himself up from the couch and went to wait by the door trying his hardest not to relax into the hands-on-hips-exasperated-dad stance that was becoming more and more natural to him the longer you were around.

“Ready!” You shouted as you skidded to a halt in front of him. You’d thrown a sweatshirt on over your pajama pants that absolutely belonged to Jason and on your feet were a pair of winter boots. Jason raised an unimpressed brow as you grinned up at him.

“It’s a bit late for you to be out don’t you think?”

“Nuh uh!” You insisted. “Gotta find my friend, Jay.”

Jason crossed his arms. “I’m not taking you out in the middle of the night, you forget where we live?”

A pout was forming but Jason tried resolutely to ignore it. “But Jay,” your voice had taken on that soft, pitiful quality again and Jason felt his resolve wearing.

“This is Gotham, kiddo,” He emphasized again but your puppy dog eyes didn’t waver and dammit he was becoming a pushover.

He quickly began to rationalize in his head. Their old place wasn’t far, they could probably walk but it’d be incrementally safer to get a cab. Jason knew he had guys in the apartment at the moment but they were his most trusted for a reason, right? Jason’s sigh was long suffering as he held out his arms.

“You’re not getting down if you come, you know that right?” He asked as you grinned real wide. You went into his arms easily and allowed yourself to be lifted up into his hip. It’d taken Jason some practice learning how to carry you like a kid and not a sack of potatoes but he was getting better. You nodded enthusiastically.

“Until we get there,” you amended after a moment of thought. “Gotta help look.”

Jason relented because of course he did where you were involved and with that the two of you set off. Getting a cab was easier said then done but Jason made it work with the help of you wildly waving your arms. When you both got to your old complex you managed to convince Jason to let you down but you still had to hold tight to his hand.

Jason ran cold most days, another side effect of the pit he’d wager, but you still clung to him when a chill caught you and he couldn’t help but drop your hand so he could wrap an arm around your shoulders.

He didn’t bother knocking when he got to their old door but when he stepped in the apartment came to a stand still. His men — and women, though in his defense he hadn’t known Sasha would be there tonight — stared at him wide eyed. Jason stared back before clearing his throat.

“Evening,” He spoke to the room snd it was clear they hadn’t been expecting him. Not that they were doing anything they shouldn’t have been more just that Ian had his feet on the fucking table like he’d been told not to a million times and Lenny was eating some greasy sack of who knew what from Bat Burger — if there was anything Jason had tried to drill into these idiots skulls it was that the amount of fast food they ate would kill them before any Gotham lunatic could but he’d have to table that argument for the night.

“Hey boss,” Sasha said, all easy confidence because out of all of them she probably took his shit the least.

“I’m here too!” You whined at being blatantly overlooked. When this brought the immediate attention of everyone in the room down to you you felt heat creep up into your cheeks, getting a bit bashful as you took a half step behind Jason. Noticing the kid Jason saw some people shift their guns out of sight or into waistbands and he couldn’t say he didn’t appreciate it. You only vaguely knew what the Red Hood got up to and Jason was perfectly fine with that for now.

“Everyone, we’re on something of a manhunt.” Jason explained. He spoke with the same detached professionalism he would use at one of their actual meetings and hoped his own cheeks weren’t burning red. “I’ll let my colleague explain the rest.”

Jason turned to look at you but you still looked a little nervous. He bent a little to speak softly to you, “just like we rehearsed in the cab, got it?”

You nodded.

“Um well,” you were alternating between talking and chewing nervously on your lip. “I’m looking for my friend. He’s really soft and he’s got really cute ears! He’s a little floppy now cause he’s old and he’s kinda small so you might have missed him but I think he’s here.”

The room was quiet and Jason’s men alternated between looking at you, each other, and then Jason, to see if maybe they were misunderstanding something.

“I’m sorry, boss,” Lenny started. “Are we looking for a stuffed animal?”

It sounded ridiculous when said out loud but Jason thought back to your teary eyes and was reminded of the importance of this excursion. “We’re not leaving until he’s found and this one,” Jason tried to ruffle your hair but you squirmed away from him, embarrassed in front of so many people. “Has a bedtime, so get to it.”

Everyone got to searching slowly at first but you were clearly unsatisfied with this. You huffed as you redirected people in the direction of ‘where stuffie is most likely to be’ and ‘where stuffie is least likely to be.”

“You got a bossy kid,” Ian muttered as he began pulling up couch cushions. Had the situation been less absurd — a group of gang members and hardened criminals searching top to bottom for a stuffed toy — Jason might have taken offense on your behalf. In this case he just laughed but schooled his expression when you shot him a look.

“You’re not looking, Jay!”

“I’m supervising Ian, he gets distracted easily.”

You narrowed your eyes between the two men but were placated as you went back to your search.

“Yeah, maybe a little bossy.”

It was nearly a half hour later when Sasha emerged from Jason’s former bedroom.

“Found it!” She called.

You gasped and turned around nearly in a blur. You’d been in the middle of arguing vehemently with Lenny about how Bat Burger was bad for him and home cooked meals were always better. Lenny had made a good argument but come up short when you mentioned how much you liked Jason’s cooking.

He looked at his boss incredulously. “You cook?”

Jason shrugged. “I dabble.”

That had all been interrupted when Sasha came out brandishing the worn stuffed animal in one hand like a hunting trophy. You immediately grabbed the old thing hugging it like your life depended on it before doing the same to Sasha. Sasha looked taken aback but reciprocated the hug right back.

“Thanks,” you mumbled.

“No problem, kid.”

After the stuffed animal was safely returned to you the events of the evening seemed to catch up to you. You looked suddenly very tired and didn’t fuss at all when Jason gathered you up into his arms.

“Alright guys,” he said softly. “It goes without saying this stays between us, yes?”

They all nodded affirmatively and Jason tried to ignore how amused they all looked. “Sasha. You’re in charge. Lenny, pick up a fucking cook book, will you?”

There was a chorus of ‘got it boss’ and ‘night, red’ that followed Jason out the door but he didn’t mind them much at all as he carried you down the hall. He could tell you weren’t sleeping by the way you were toying with your stuffed animals tail.

“Thanks,” you mumbled sleepily.

“No problem, baby,” Jason responded.

“Jay,” you spoke again after a beat of silence.

“Yeah?”

“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

It was sort of funny, considering the two of you had moved to give you your very own bed, but Jason couldn’t say he minded. “‘Course.”

[mynicosensesaretingling]

It’s time to say goodbye

Bono x wife!reader

Request: “Peter Bono Bonnington with wife reader. I saw a video of Bono and Lewis doing their last hot lap ever and it's a bittersweet feeling for everyone. For more than two decades he's been with Merc and now leaving the team and having his last race. Everyone thought he would be with Merc forever. But Bono is happy that he's doing what he loves and he has to make ado with it. Up to you how it goes. Angst, bittersweet, 😭 Thanks!! :))”

Warnings: None. Written in my notes app.

Notes: Hi there , thank you so much for your request and sorry for the long wait! Lewis and Bono as a duo mean everything to me and I could still break out sobbing just thinking about them. Hence, writing this was a little difficult for me but I still hope you like it!!

———

The air in the Mercedes garage was thick with emotion. The soft whir of tire guns and quiet murmurs of engineers filled the background, but all of it felt distant, like the hum of life moving on in the face of something much heavier. This was it. The last race for Lewis Hamilton with Mercedes. The end of an era.

Bono stood quietly by his station in the garage, arms crossed, watching as Lewis suited up, preparing for his final race with the team. It was hard to fathom, even now. For years, the two of them had been a fixture at Mercedes—Lewis with his unmatched talent, and Bono with his unwavering support, a constant presence on the radio. They’d been through so much together, victories and heartbreaks, and now, here they were, at the end of it all. A chapter closing that no one could ever have truly prepare for.

You stood beside him, your presence a quiet comfort in the storm of emotions swirling in the pit. Bono hadn’t said much about his thoughts on Lewis decision. Keeping his thoughts to himself ever since the announcement, but especially now you could feel the weight of his thoughts in the silence that had settled between you two. He’d always been the calm amidst the chaos of F1, the steady voice of reason when everything else might have seemed close to crumbling. But today, you saw something different in his eyes. His steady gaze sparkling with a mixture of pride, sadness, and a deep sense of gratitude. 

“I never thought I’d see this day,” you whispered, leaning towards your husband as your gaze shifts to the car where Lewis was currently checking his helmet. Bono exhaled slowly, his shoulders tense as he finally spoke, his voice low but steady. “Neither did I.” You knew exactly what he meant. Lewis Hamilton, the face of Mercedes, had been a part of the team since its most crucial years, the driver who had helped elevate them to new heights. And Bono, who had been by his side every step of the way, probably never imagined the day would come when Lewis would step away.

For a moment, there was only the sound of the wind outside the garage, the distant hum and buzzing of fans and the track. Then, Bono turned to you, his expression softening with something tender as his eyes found your form. Studying his face you mentally noted how tired he looked. The season hat really left its trace on everyone. 

“I’m happy for him,” he admitted, his voice breaking the quiet. “He’s doing what he loves. And it’s time for him to find the next chapter. I just... I didn’t think I’d have to say goodbye to this.” Bono’s eyes left your face in order to settle on the driver instead. You nodded, understanding the depth of his words. Saying goodbye to something or someone you loved—something that had shaped your entire world—was never easy. And for Bono, this was more than just another race or end of a season. It was the end of a partnership that had spanned years, a bond forged in the fire of competition, of shared victories and defeats.

“Bono, you’ve been with him every step of the way. You’ll always be part of that journey, even if it’s not the same.” Your hand found his upper arm in a reassuring gesture. You could feel his muscles loose at least some of the tension underneath your warm touch. 

Your husband gave you a small, weary smile, his eyes distant as he watched Lewis step out of the garage, helmet tucked under his arm. The weight of the moment pressed in on him, but he never let it fully show. He’d always been the one to hold it together for others, to guide the team with a steady hand.

“I’ve had the privilege of being by his side,” he said softly. “But... I’m going to miss it. I’ll miss this. I’ll miss him.” You gently squeezed his arm to get him to look at you. “And he’ll miss you, too. You know that.”

Bono’s gaze flickered to you, and in that moment, the world seemed to pause around you both. His hand reached for yours, toying with your wedding-band before lacing his fingers with yours. A quiet affirmation of the life you shared together outside of all the noise and the spectacle. It was something real amidst the chaos of the racing world.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know what I would have done without you through all this.”

You smiled gently. “We’ve got through it together.”

As the team lined up, preparing for the final race of the season, Lewis’ final lap with Mercedes, you and Bono made your way to the pit wall. The engines roared to life, and the moment hung in the air, electric and fragile. You both knew that this was the last time Lewis would take to the track as a Mercedes driver. The last time Bono would call out his familiar commands over the radio. The last time they’d share that unspoken connection that had defined so much of their careers.

But it wasn’t just the end of Lewis’ time with the team—it was the end of a chapter for Bono, too. After so many years of guiding him, of being the voice that kept him grounded during the most intense moments, he had to come to terms with the fact that things were changing. The finality of it all felt like a punch to the gut.

The final lap came and went, the roar of the crowd a distant echo in the background, muffled by the intensity of the moment. Bono stood at his workstation, headset on and eyes fixed on the screen, his gaze unwavering even as the reality of the situation settled in. This was it. The end of a chapter. The end of an era. His hand quietly found yours again, you could feel the tension radiating from his body, the weight of what he had just witnessed settling into his bones.

"He's done," Bono muttered, more to himself than to you, his voice a bare whisper against the backdrop of roaring engines. 

You could see it in his eyes—the quiet realization that this moment, this pivotal end, was something he’d never truly been prepared for. Bono had always been a silent pillar in the whirlwind of racing, but now, in this final moment, you could see him allowing himself to feel the enormity of it all. You squeezed his hand gently.

"He’ll always be part of your story and your friendship will surely find its place in whatever comes next." you said softly. Bono looked at you, his expression softening just a fraction. He gave you a small, grateful smile, his eyes filled with a bittersweet mixture of love for the past and uncertainty for the future. "I hope so. I really do."

The applause in the garage began to swell as the team gathered around, congratulating Lewis, though the air still felt heavy with unspoken words. Bono turned slightly, his gaze scanning the pit, where the engineers were busy with final tasks. The camaraderie, the collective effort that had been the lifeblood of the team for so many years, was tangible. But now, the winds of change were starting to blow through the garage. 

Bono’s lips pressed together in that familiar line of quiet contemplation. The world around you felt like it was moving forward at a pace that he wasn’t entirely ready for, and you could tell that despite the years of stability, Bono was grappling with this transition. You understood that more than anyone. 

“I don’t know what’s next,” he said after a pause, his voice filled with a quiet uncertainty that you hadn’t heard from him in years. "But I know I’m not alone. Not with you by my side." You leaned into him then, feeling the tension of the day finally ease slightly as he held you close. "Never alone," you whispered, pressing a kiss to his jaw, the comforting softness of the gesture grounding him.

And there, amidst the fading echoes of victory and the melancholy undertones of the end of an era, you both found something to hold onto. It wasn’t just the end of Lewis’ time with Mercedes—it was the beginning of a new chapter, not only for the team but for Bono and you, too. No one could predict what the future held, but with each other, there was something you both knew for sure: you would face it together.

As the final checks were made and the garage began to empty out, Bono turned to you once more. His hand finding your waist, gently pulling you into his side. “I think we’ve earned ourselves a proper rest, don’t you?” You smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder, feeling the weight of the day finally lift as you walked side by side out of the garage, towards whatever the future would hold. “Sounds perfect,” you agreed, knowing that no matter what came next, it was something you would face—together.

[leoneliterary]

So, We know how the RO's react when mc gets captured and tortured, but I'm curious to see how would Amatus react in the same situation of seeing mc like that ? I hope this makes sense my English is not the best lol

Your writing is amazing! I hope you have an awesome day (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

Aww thank you! Don't worry, your english is perfect!

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Here is some scary Amatus:

The heady and sickly sweet scent of wine filled the room as Amatus sat in front of the fire, languidly sipping from his glass.

"It's actually been quite awhile since I drank," he chuckles and downs the rest of the wine.

"I was never a heavy drinker, mind you, but after my ducklings it was one of the first habits to go. Can't be drunk and try to keep up with children."

Amatus ignores a muffled groan and turns his attention back to the fire place, using the tongs to pick up a smoldering piece of coal.

"Children are difficult, even when you're sober. Not to mention kids who've seen what they have,"

He circles the man, letting the glowing heat radiating from the coal come perilously close to the man's face.

"You have to build them up. Make things right for them. And I don't have that much experience building things you know! At least not from scratch. I'm used to taking them. Taking things apart. Breaking them down,"

He holds the coal just above one of the man's eyes, the red light of it reflecting in the man's tear filled gaze.

"Your boss must be like that. Only knows how to build by breaking. Thinks he can build something by breaking my family apart," He abruptly presses the pulsing red coal to the man's stomach, holding it there as the flesh burns and blisters.

The man's muffled screams of anguish do nothing to phase him. Instead his mind wanders away from the sounds of agony to you.

Thoughts of you when you were small, about how he had tried and failed to make sure no harm would come to you, and how someone might be doing far worst to you than he was to this lackey.

He presses the coal harder against his captive at the thought, some of the embers breaking away from it and falling down onto the man's chest and neck, before tossing it back into the fire and setting the tongs down.

Amatus returns to his seat, and smiles at the writhing man currently bound and hanging upside down from the ceiling.

"I'm going to take you apart. Maybe I'll find the name of whoever put you up to this. Or maybe I'll just feel better."

[pierrot-dokki]

I see no reason to hide about this, so I will admit now that I at one point let chasing engagements get to my head. It was difficult not to let it consume me because sharing my drawings in the HL fandom was my only source of motivation and happiness after feeling so lost in life.

I would come home from work at 6PM and drawing was the only thing I did. I would lose sleep just to finish a drawing as fast as I can. I would nitpick my own drawings and scrutinize my post timings. I blamed my corporate job for taking my time away when I could have been drawing and improving. I blamed living halfway across the world from everyone, that’s why I never found the perfect time to post for maximum engagement. Even on weekends, I would only draw to the point of neglecting my other needs and obligations.

But that was all in the past now. My friend tried to talk some sense into me, and he managed to convince me to take a break. I went on vacation and we hung out. I came back with a changed mindset. Of course, old habits die hard but I no longer chase the high of getting engagements on my posts. I have even started prioritising my other needs and obligations. Going a day or two without touching my iPad used to make me anxious because I could have been drawing. Now, I feel revitalised instead.

To anyone who craves recognition to the point that it affects you negatively, I hope you heal like I did. It’s not going to be easy but once you take that first step, the rest of your journey will feel much, much more peaceful.

💖💖💖

Maybe this is a hot take, but as creative people, our #1 priority in our work should be ourselves.

It is not, AND SHOULD NEVER BE, what would get us the most engagement. Dispel "content creation," popularity, and monetization from your brain. Write, paint, draw what you want to! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!

The people who resonate with it will eventually show up. But the people who don't? Who cares???? The art you personally create is meant to help you heal, to help you express, to bring you joy and pain!!!!

You need to learn how to work on something because you deeply care for it and can revel in that self-satisfaction. Of course recognition feels fucking great! We all want it. We are humans, but you need to stop creating with the idea of other people consuming your work!!!

Give into the art movement. Create a renaissance for yourself. Fuck other people. Be that bitch! People are not going to be in your lives forever, and when you're left to your own devices, you should be able to look at what you've created and fucking love it.

[wingsofsteel-azrael]

Florian had set up their flower stall amidst the many other stalls in the large market. He leant lazily against the counter, picking at his nails and smoking a cigarette. They could hear the song of the bar opposite the markets calling to him, and they were tempted to close for a drink. He decided against it, switching on the radio. The stalls beside him were already bustling and loud and his senses were attacked by an onslaught of differen, harsh smells, but he somehow managed to ignore it and listen to the music coming from his own player and bask in the sweetness of his flowers. He glanced around the grounds in front of him, his eyes widened as Florian noticed another peculiar being.

@weeping4angels

// I saw you on my dash and i was like :0 uhh I'm just kinda interacting w/ whoever atm so don't feel pressured to answer :3

// I love you I’m following you home

Felix was interacting with the daughter of another seller, as her interest was peaked with the man with the large wings—which was very understandable. He smiled at her curiosity, explaining things about his wings, answering questions, and just overall entertaining.

The girl finally backed away, going to talk to her parent excitedly about the winged man. Felix stood up from his crouching position, stretching a little and flexing his wings just slightly. He glanced around, hoping he wasn’t getting any weird looks. The whole mutants human situation was making it a bit more difficult to go around normally. But then again, when wasn’t it?

He let out a sigh, promptly dusting himself off and strolling forth. He caught interest in the florist not too far away from him, scanning the nicely set up stall and rather lovely flowers.

[missmarveledsblog]

Hand on Heart (Jake Seresin x Singlemom!reader) chapter 7

Summary: While Jake is coming to terms with the strong feeling building , y/n is trying to make sense of her own while showing she was ok , only when everything become to real well it hard to ignore it all

warning: some angst, allusions to shitty childhood and toxic parents, Jake coming to the rescue in more ways than one , some goofy humour , some feels , not proofread also written on my phone so if there is error let pretend there isnt ok 👀

previous part

Why was it so difficult , it shouldn’t be  this wasn’t the first time she was this close . Yet she was forcing her eyes to look at the screen in front of her and stop staring the man , her friend who was here to comfort her . She tried to remind herself of the play boy thing but even she was starting to doubt that or maybe he was just like that with friends … but he didn’t do that for the other right? . 

“ hey whats up don’t tell me your bored after defending the hell out of this so called masterpiece “ he chuckled. 

“ no it’s still good just i’m hungry “ she lied wondering was his voice always that sexy . 

“ javy  got us burgers they should be here in twenty “ he laughed and she bit her bottomed lip ignoring how the touch made her skin come alive , she was upset was all  or what she kept telling herself. 

“ What time is Belle coming home at?” he asked. 

“  benny fucked up the flights so  gonna be the afternoon “ she rolled her eyes. 

“ I can't wait to see her , it’s too quiet here” he teased. 

“ i can be noisy snake and ladders “ she got up and headed to the kitchen . “ want a beer? “ she called . 

“ yup” he called back . “ i sure hell need one “ he muttered ignoring how hot his skin felt . this wasn’t like him reduce to flushing at  silly remarks  like a puberty ridden boy  popping boners all cause of pretty girls paid him attention . “ pull it together “ he scolded himself 

“ i appreciate you  keeping me company  tonight “ he looked up to see her handing him the beer . “ it means alot but i hope i ain’t cramping your style “ . 

“ cramping my style “ his brow raise and an amused grin on his face. 

“ you know the whole lady killer thing you got going on , you know what i mean asshole “ she laughed , her head thrown back  he love seeing her like this , happy and herself .  

“ nah it’s not as fun as you make it sound like “he shook his head. 

“ what sex is boring” she arched her brow. 

“  meaningless sex after awhile is , not at the time but after” he admitted a truth he never thought he would be  saying out loud . but sure as shit did he mean it . 

“ sound like you want a connection “ she smiled softly her cheek laying on the arm that was propped on the back of sofa . 

“ guess i am “ he didn’t know how or why it happened as he leaned forward suddenly he was doing the same almost studying her face  every single part  lost in the action to see her doing the very same time , like he was moving more forward , he was close so close  yet the doorbell ringing snapped whatever trance the  two were in before she was rushing off of the chair and heading off. the soft giggle and door closing she held the bag up almost awkward smile on her face as she looked back . 

“ the burgers” 

“ good i'm hungry “ he nodded sadly knowing he was so close and so far all in one breathe. the rest of the night was back to normal neither bringing up the almost moment , not knowing if it was just them or something that  was pulling them to each other.  it was like the universe was calling to them both and them refusing to see it .  talking away  to the point when he leaving , his hug lingered  , his steps slow almost hesitation  in the movement before sucking it up and getting  in his   truck and driving home  . His  mind trying to separate  his wishes from reality , did he image it or did he actually  nearly kiss the  woman he couldn't get out  since he's first laid eyes on her.  it had to be some hypnosis  of some form  , how it was impossible to even fathom it all  seemed nuts , crazy  , it was something himself before her would of laughed at yet it was happening and he didn't know what to do . this wasn’t  like all the others , he knew that  a quick fuck and goodbye would help cure it all. yet his cocky ego was no where to be found only some part of himself he didn't recognise , a vulnerable almost afraid side that would bare himself to this woman and it end badly so maybe keeping it inside , keeping himself from acting and it would pass would be  the right call because he did not want to lose two people who became a fast and sure part of his life .  he could suck it up right? . 

she barely lifted her head from the pillow and already she felt it coming . that sick gut wrenching feeling of knowing she would see him , was she ready   to stand face to face with beau simpson … not even a little bit . she was raised better than  that , her grandmother raised her strong and resilient . she could  be civil , she could do this . mainly because one she just got here , two moving wouldn't  be good for belle and three she  liked it here so  her maybe (definitely is) sperm donor was not going to mess with that , it wasn't going to mess with her life .  she went through her life of messy parental drama that she wasn't  going to let it dictate  her adult one too.  a stretch and yawn as she headed  to grab a shower , knowing jake was probably on his way giving the new sort of routine the two had not that she minded one bit. just like she predicted the moment she got dried off and into her overalls the doorbell rang and she was opening the door  there he stood the tray of coffee in one hand and bag filled with food in the other . 

“ Why are you dressed? “ his eyebrows furrowed as he followed her down to the kitchen .

“ can't go work naked i mean i want mav to look at me differently but not too differently “ she teased taking two plates out for the food .  “ Look, a dad abandoning me isn't  new  so I'm not gonna hide away” she shrugged even though the world made her stomach twist and feelings pushing down . 

“ if you wanna go home at any point tell me or mav ok “   he sighed knowing it was useless  even if he thought it was a bad idea .  He hoped that Belle would be home earlier than scheduled knowing one that her mama missed her and two so did he and the dagger squad plus belle could take her mind off of every as well as her big brother that was for .   he could tell she was off no matter how much she pretended it didn't . that strong unbothered  front showing cracks before the facade of being ok showed once more. when they left out her front door instead of carpooling she hopped into her own car  so he got in with her, leaving his truck in the driveway even waving to her neighbours as they headed out . 

“ i don't need a babysitter gameboy” she  rolled her eyes . 

“ I ain't babysitting nectarine” he shot back . “ that's nats job “ he chuckled as she whined. 

 “ I'm ok really look its shitty  , it is  and it sucks but  i ain't gonna cry over a repeated situation , i don't want to be babied"she sighed . 

“ ok but if it gets too much ?”  he asked. 

“ i will tell mav.. and you “ she rolled her eyes as they pulled   into the car park ... somewhat satisfied he got out of her car , heading into the base. The first sign was her greetings. they weren't cheer filled greetings more half assed ,  force just like the smile on her face . it didn't quite reach her eyes and then when her eyes landed on beau simpson she froze , visibly froze  in her spot before he wrapped his arm around  her off shaking his head when he saw the man was about to move towards them .  

The dagger squad knew something was up , they knew something happened with the cyclone but not to the full extent only drawing their own sort of conclusions .   each wanting to comfort her in some way and yet not knowing what to say without upsetting her more.  Mav could see throughout the morning of her watching the entrance every now and again or during lunch how she walked in her head low. Nothing like the woman who walked in like life itself , no she was almost making herself so small , hidden away from everyone . His heart hurt for the young girl  , a small amount of time she certainly made a big impact in their lives that was for sure . Then  he looked down at his phone , maybe breaking rules and laws wasn't a good thing to do but when it would help  he didn't mind.  a small smile on his face as he headed out the cafeteria . while she ate she could feel their eyes on her , each mouth opening and closing something and nothing to say all in one .  

“ ask , i know y'all  wanna so go “ she looked up as they suddenly   found their food very interesting except nat  who wanted to get to the point . 

“ was he inappropriate with you?” .

“ not in the way your thinking , he maybe my dad  my mama said he is but then again she also said ny dad is my dad so i cant really confirm her word on things” she watched each and every fork fall . “ you where there why you surprise , even punch his ass “ she looked at jake . only for rooster to choke on his drink . 

“ you punched cyclone are you crazy “ javy hissed. 

“ it ok i warned him not to do anything “ she waved them off . 

“ ok back to he might be your father what the hell” nat whispered. 

“ yeah apparently when he was stationed in texas  he and my mom had a fling while my maybe , maybe not father was on a bender and well then he watched me grow up til i was a child without thinking hmm that could be mine or he did and just didn’t care “ she hummed.  as they all looked back at their superior than looked at her   a couple of time but just as she went  to stop them something else gained her attention . 

“MAMA , MAMA  “ The little voice that made her hardest days the brightest as she turned  to see her big brother and the light of her life standing at the entrance of the cafeteria .  right there and then the woman before the massive secret , before her world was shifted . The bright happy cheer filled smile they new and loved . 

“ Belle “ rooster cheered . 

“  back of turkey  i will fight you “ she  warned getting up from her seat as the man gulped and her friends laugh .   rushing up gaining the toddlers attention but not only the toddlers attention . 

he felt her heart fall into his stomach , the moment he saw Benny standing at the doorway with a small child , he knew who it was straight off the bat .  the mini version of y/n calling out for her . how he wanted to be able to enjoy the reunion and yet the fact of being a grandfather being all too real . The fact he had missed out on so much made the guilt rise more and more and yet he was stuck to the seat. Beau Simpson never claimed to be perfect but in that moment right there and then he felt lower than garbage  for ignoring and not doing the right thing all those years .  It took all of him not to crawl to her and  her daughter on his hand and knee begging for forgiveness , to catch up to make up for everything he missed out on . he kept himself stuck to that chair like the rest of the people in that cafeteria  . he was  stuck being a bystander in the scene instead of a participant. he had to make it right , he had to find a way to be in her life  and he was ready to go through hell and back if that was the case. 

Just that little smile , the feeling of her little body in her arms  was what she needed, what made her centered. It was also what made her aware of the mess of the situation  , another thing she was going to have to explain to her daughter once she was older. when it really felt real and made her hypersensitive to her  surroundings . She could feel an audience , feel his eyes and belle was there . that sinking feeling making her rush out with  her daughter in her arms  from the peering eyes and worried looks . not a moment of hesitation , not a second passing before Jake was out of his own seat and rushing after her . It didn't matter nothing in that moment, only the fact that she was ok . 

“ Just friends my  ass “ Benny smirked before walking over to the one man he did have a problem with . “ Sir, I would like to speak to you,personal matter, maybe tomorrow at the hard deck i believe it's called, ” he said as Beau nodded before making his own exit in the direction to find his little sister. 

she was sitting in the her car belle on her lap , feeling more herself , more free of his presence . she wasn't in his view hell she made it her sole goal to  keep her daughter out of the  her own parental messes , her mom nor father could she even call him that  now have met belle and if she could keep it that way. just because she grew up in their messes it was never going to be that way for belle , she made that promise that day in the hospital when she first held her daughter in her arms . 

“jake” the little voice giggled only for Y/n to see the blonde smiling down at her daughter . 

“ i wanna go home “ she finally said . 

“ ok let get you girls home “  

“ y'all wait for me  would be nice” she could hear Benny calling making her realise she completely forgot he was there.  “ you ok peach” he asked softly taking no offense knowing she was going through to much and putting on too brave of a face . 

“ I wanna go home” that voice was so small , so vulnerable, something she never showed to anyone other than her brothers. 

“  sit in back with belle , hey you not gonna get in trouble for heading off base” he turned to the blonde . 

“ nah i already talked with mav he cleared me to leave at any time” he shrugged . it wasn't a complete lie  , he waited til she was completely busy before talking with the captain. Honestly, permission or not he was willing to break rules , she was worth breaking rules if it meant she was ok .  The fact he was so happy to see Belle to know what he was feeling wasn't going to go away soon  or maybe at all .  no he knew there and then those two had his heart , he knew he had to tell her at some stage but now wasn't that time  , he could put his feelings aside for now they  in his mind were not important not now when she  needed him , needed her friend . 

 the relief  she felt even more so when they walked into  her home , her safe space .  she notice as they walked in how perfectly he fit in that space how even when she thought she was going to break each and every time Jake seresin held her up and kept her grounded . how much Belle was excited for the man to be around as he carried her into the house while Benny was looking at his sister , almost seeing a gaze he hadn’t  seen in a long time but he knew it a long time ago . 

“ain't that a funny thing” he chuckled .

“ what ?” yet she didn't look  his way not once . 

“I never thought I see it again, that look I only ever saw growing up when she did anything from cooking dinner to helping with homework “ he explained, making her turn brows furrowed in confusion at the nonsense .  “  yeah like the way grandpa used to look at grandma, the look of true love” he pushed her gently making his way into the house looking, giving himself a tour while she stood in shock and realization that only added to her jumble messy mind. Her eyes shot to the blonde and a gasp spilt from her lips, she was falling for her new friend and she was falling hard. 

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Top 5ish Books of 2024

The Broken Earth trilogy by N. K. Jemisin

This series is all consuming. A breathtaking, thought-provoking series, filled with difficult questions and complicated characters. This series will stand the test of time and be considered a classic in 100 years.

How Moon Fuentez Fell in Love with the Universe by Raquel Vasquez Gilliland

Moon is my new favorite main character and she captured my heart. She's an unreliable narrator but it makes sense, the way she interprets the world. Her story is filled with heartbreak and devastation as well as love and hope. I plan to read the rest of the author's book in 2025.

The Girl and the Ghost by Hanna Alkaf

This might be recency but between the compelling main relationship, the fantastic execution of themes, and the absolutely terrifying scenes that walked the line of horror, I was consumed by this book. There was also great exposition as well as the falling action I have been begging for.

The Devil Comes Courting by Courtney Milan

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Long Live Evil by Sarah Rees Brennan

This was such a fun book, I love SRB's sense of humor and it was lovely to see her going back to her original work. So fun and then absolute gut punch of feelings. I am so excited for the next installment and already plan on rereading the first!!