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LOVE - LOCKED | FC43
an: this is based off of this request and i hope you like it bc i had sm fun writing a romantic slightly angsty thing i cant wait to hear what y'all thin, i also think it may be slightly rushed tho so lol ALSO LOL WE'RE GONNA PRETEND CARLOS IS YOUNGER IN THIS BC I NEEDED HER TO BE HIS OLDER SISTER
summary: carlos' sister has lived her life completely separated from him and their family name, instead she went and made a name for herself in the tennis world - she likes her life like that. that is until she meets franco colapinto
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The roar of engines, even from a distance, unsettled her.
They reminded her of the long days her father and brother spent in garages, the low rumble of motors and sharp tang of fuel in the air. Those were the hours sheâd spend alone, working on her serve in the empty court across town, each hit ricocheting off the walls with a hollow, lonely echo. Her own choice, of course. Sheâd had no interest in the world of carbon fibre and grease, no desire to be the girl who simply tagged along, her name always in her brotherâs shadow.
Now, years later, sheâd become someone entirely on her own terms. A name people knew on its own â VĂĄzquez de Castro â a name that meant something outside of her family, outside of her brotherâs fame.
She slipped her phone into her bag and looked around the chaotic pit lane. Journalists, engineers, teams in matching shirts, faces alight with anticipation for the weekend's race. She knew sheâd stand out here; her face might be familiar, but she was a stranger in this world.
The hum of voices around her faded as she felt his gaze. Sheâd been hoping to move through unnoticed, just a face in a sea of faces, but there he was: tall, familiar, unmistakably Carlos. His brow furrowed in surprise as he caught sight of her, his quick steps carrying him closer before she had a chance to dodge. She braced herself, turning to him with a calm that she didnât quite feel.
âNo aquĂ,â she murmured, her voice low, hoping that would be enough to keep curious ears at bay.
He paused, just a moment, his expression softening in understanding, and he tilted his head, his face somewhere between a grin and a frown. âYou came.â
It wasnât an accusation exactly â more surprise than anything. But she couldnât miss the faint hope in his eyes, as if he thought she might be here to see him, to share a piece of his world after all this time. She let his words linger for a beat before she replied, her tone steady.
âI was invited,â she said, giving a slight shrug, âby Fernando.â She gestured vaguely in the direction of the green and silver canopy, keeping her tone casual, but she saw his shoulders fall ever so slightly.
He nodded, glancing away for a moment, his jaw set. âRight. Fernando.â
There was something she wanted to say, something to soften the look in his eyes, but the pit lane was crowded, the eyes and cameras trained on every inch of the paddock sharper than sheâd ever expected. Theyâd notice anything. And the last thing she wanted was for the papers to start spinning stories, putting her under a headline right next to him.
She touched his arm briefly. âTe hablo en el hotel. Iâll speak to you at the hotel.â
As she made her way toward the exit, ready to slip back into the background and disappear, she heard a voice calling out just over the rumble of engines and chatter.
âÂĄLa princesa española!â
The words were unmistakable, lilting and clear, even with the crowd and machinery all around. The Spanish Princess. The nickname made her falter. It was something she sometimes heard on the tennis courts in Madrid or whispered by fans in distant cities when she played in international tournaments. But here? She scanned the area, puzzled at who would recognise her in this world of racing.
When she turned, her eyes met those of someone unfamiliar yet striking. He was tall, with an easy, disarming smile, his race suit gleaming with the bright, bold colours of his teamâs livery. He looked young, not much older than she was, but he carried himself with that unmistakable energy sheâd seen in rising stars before. The rookie, she realised, though she hadnât kept up enough to know his name.
He held her gaze a moment too long, that same smile lingering as he approached, his eyes sparking with something between amusement and curiosity. She felt herself tense, almost involuntarily, her instinct telling her to slip away, to avoid whatever came next.
âEs realmente la princesa española,â he said, his tone playful yet certain.
Then it hit her.
Franco.
That was his name.
Francoâs grin widened as he closed the distance between them, his eyes bright with an almost boyish enthusiasm. âSoy un gran admirador de tu trabajo,â he said, his Argentine accent softening his words. âIâve watched almost all your matches â I love the way you play.â
She blinked, taken aback. This wasnât the usual kind of recognition she got, especially not here. She could count on one hand how many times sheâd been recognised in public. She looked at him, trying to reconcile this confident young driver with the earnest fan in front of her.
âÂżMe conoces?â The question slipped out before she could think, her voice tinged with disbelief.
He raised an eyebrow, his smile never faltering. âÂżQuiĂ©n no te conoce?â he replied, with a touch of humour. âLa princesa española, queen of the clay court, unstoppable backhand â yeah, I know you.â
There was something genuine in his tone, something that set him apart from the usual strangers who said they knew her.Â
And before she could stop herself, she found herself almost smiling. She cleared her throat, searching for a response, but her mind was blank. What could she say? That she knew nothing of him, or any of these people â that she had only set foot here today by chance?
She settled for a simple, âGracias.â
Francoâs curiosity didnât waver. He leaned in slightly, folding his arms with an amused glint in his eyes. âSo, what brings la princesa española to the F1 paddock?â
She shrugged lightly, careful not to reveal too much. âIâm here as one of Fernando Alonsoâs guests. Aston Martin.â She left it at that, hoping he wouldnât dig further. Noticing that she looked a bit like another driver on the paddock. Thankfully, he didnât.
His grin only grew wider, and she had the feeling that her mystery intrigued him. âWell then, if youâre one of Fernandoâs guests, that means youâre not tied to my team,â he said with a glint of mischief. âCome with me â Iâll give you a tour of my garage. Itâll be like⊠a private tour.â
She hesitated, her gaze shifting back toward the exit, where sheâd planned to slip out and leave all of this behind. If she went with him, there was a chance people would recognise her, start to connect her with her brotherâs world. Sheâd spent her whole career carefully avoiding this â the headlines, the whispers, the inevitable questions about why sheâd chosen such a different path. But the look on his face, that open, boyish enthusiasm, was hard to resist.
She let out a sigh, then looked up at him with a sudden, defiant glimmer in her eye. âScrew it. ÂżPor quĂ© no?â
His whole face lit up. She could practically see the excitement radiating off him as he extended his hand, his confidence a little too easy, a little too certain. She eyed his hand for a moment before raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms.
âModales,â she chided, her tone playful. âIâve known you for five minutes. Weâre not dating.â
âYet,â he replied without missing a beat, a spark in his eyes.
Despite herself, she smiled, a real one, something she hadnât felt since stepping into the paddock that day.
He led her through the bustling paddock with an easy confidence, weaving between crew members, equipment, and cameras as if none of it could touch him. She was impressed, though she wouldnât give him the satisfaction of saying so. The chaos of the pit lane, the narrow spaces and the clang of metal, all seemed to bend around him.
When they reached his teamâs garage, he stopped by a young assistant stationed just outside, who looked at them with curious eyes.
âDo me a favour,â he said, barely containing his grin, âand grab a VIP lanyard for Williamsâ guests, will you?â
The assistant glanced at her, his eyes widening slightly in recognition before he nodded and ducked away, returning a moment later with a crisp, team-branded lanyard. Franco took it with a pleased smile, then held out his hand for hers. She unclipped the Aston Martin lanyard from her neck and handed it over, watching with a mix of surprise and amusement as he replaced it with the one from his own team.
âThere,â he said, adjusting the lanyardâs position with exaggerated care. âNow youâre officially part of the team.â
She couldnât hold back her smirk. âYou know, I donât think lanyards change allegiances so easily.â
âMaybe not. But I do think itâs an improvement.â He winked, stepping back to admire his handiwork. âBesides, the only lanyard you should be wearing here is mine.â
She laughed, caught off guard by his unfiltered charm, as he held out his arm with an exaggerated flourish. âAnd now, mi princesa, a grand tour.â
He led her into the garage, his tone switching between informative and teasing as he explained the various stations. âOver here, we have the engineering bay â where the magic of data happens.â He gestured toward a row of monitors displaying endless streams of numbers. âAnd these guys in the corner? Theyâre the wizards of aerodynamics. Make a mess, they wonât let you forget it.â
As they moved through each section, he offered her a glimpse into the world of F1, his energy and excitement almost contagious. She watched him with quiet intrigue; he seemed to belong here completely, as if he thrived in the chaos and intensity of it all.
âNow, over here,â he continued, leaning a bit closer to her as they approached a sleek wall of tires and tools, âthis is where I go for my pre-race pep talks. I think it helps the tires, too.â
She arched an eyebrow. âYou talk to the tires?â
âOnly on occasion,â he said with a mock-serious nod. âAnd they listen. Or at least, I hope they do.â He grinned again, that glimmer of mischief in his eyes. âBesides, they never talk back.â
She couldnât help but roll her eyes, but there was a smile in it, one she couldnât quite suppress. He was disarming, funny in a way that felt refreshingly different from the sharp, serious world sheâd known. He noticed the hint of a smile and held her gaze, leaning in just slightly.
Before she could say anything else, Franco led her deeper into the garage, weaving through the maze of tools, car parts, and engineers, who looked up now and then with curious glances. She followed, intrigued despite herself, and finally, unable to keep silent, asked, âWhere are we going?â
âYouâll see,â he said, shooting her a look over his shoulder that was both charming and infuriatingly vague.
He stopped in front of a nondescript door tucked away from the bustle of the main garage. She glanced around, realising they were in the private part of the teamâs area. He opened the door to his driver room, gesturing for her to step inside. The room was small but comfortable, filled with team memorabilia, spare racing gloves, and a neat rack of team-branded clothes. Before she could take it all in, he went over to a stack of neatly folded shirts and pulled one from the pile.
He turned back to her, holding up the shirt with a proud smile. âHere,â he said, offering it to her. âWear this tomorrow.â
She raised an eyebrow, glancing between him and the shirt with mock scepticism. âBold of you to assume Iâd wear your merch.â
His grin only widened. âI think youâd look great in it,â he said, undeterred. âBesides, itâd be an honour to have la princesa española in my colours.â
She took the shirt, running her fingers over the soft fabric, and met his gaze with a slight smirk. âIâll think about it.â
âGood enough for me,â he replied, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. He looked like he wanted to say more, but just then, his phone buzzed on the nearby table, and he glanced at it with a slight frown before pocketing it again.
âSo,â he continued, his tone shifting to something a little more casual, âwhat are you doing for dinner?â
The question surprised her. She hadnât planned on lingering much longer after her brotherâs race prep finished. She hadnât planned on any of this, really. But he was watching her expectantly, and for a moment, she let herself consider it.
âDinner?â she repeated, raising an eyebrow in mock suspicion. âYouâre not very subtle, are you?â
âNot at all,â he admitted with a grin. âWhat do you say? Let me take you out. I promise Iâm as good at picking places to eat as I am at tours.â
She couldnât resist a small laugh. âAlright,â she said, glancing up at him with an easy smile. âIâll see you for dinner.â
He opened his mouth to say something more, but just then, a voice called out from down the hallway. âFranco man, weâve been looking all around for you!â A team manager appeared in the doorway, looking equal parts exasperated and amused.
Franco sighed, flashing her an apologetic look as he straightened. âDuty calls,â he muttered with a smirk. He lingered a moment, as if reluctant to leave, then glanced back at her with a warm smile.
âIâll leave you to it,â she said, feeling a thrill she hadnât expected. âSee you tonight.â
He nodded, his grin returning full force, then turned to follow the manager out, giving her a final, backward glance that lingered just a second too long.
Back in her hotel room, she brushed a final touch of mascara over her lashes and glanced at her phone, where a text from Franco glowed on the screen.
Franco: âReady whenever you are. No rush. See you soon :)â
She couldnât help the small smile that tugged at her lips. Tonight felt surprisingly⊠normal. Like she was just someone getting ready for a date, no stakes attached. She straightened her dress, checked her reflection, and took a steadying breath.
A soft knock at her door snapped her from her thoughts, and she felt a small flutter of excitement, assuming it was him. But when she opened the door, her breath caught.
Her brother stood there, his expression a mixture of confusion and something she couldnât quite read. She masked her surprise quickly, stepping aside to let him in, though her voice was firm. âI can talk for a bit, but I have plans tonight.â
âWith Franco?â he asked, eyebrows raised.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, caught off guard. âHow did you know?â
He gave a soft, humourless laugh, crossing his arms. âI saw you two in the paddock,â he said. âAnd I overheard him talking about it in the garage. Apparently, he couldnât stop telling anyone whoâd listen about his âdate with la princesa de España.ââ He looked at her, and his voice softened. âSo why is it you have no problem being seen with him, but not with your own brother?â
His question hung heavily in the air, the familiar tension between them settling back into place. She took a breath, struggling for the right words. It wasnât that she didnât want to be seen with him â it was the weight of everything that came with it. The press, the fans, the inevitable comparisons. She could already see the headlines if they were spotted together, her name placed directly beside his, stripping away the hard-won independence sheâd fought for.
She sighed, glancing at him. âItâs not⊠about you,â she said carefully. âItâs just⊠everything that comes with it. You know how it is.â
He shook his head, looking slightly hurt. âI donât know, actually. Iâve always thought we were supposed to be in this together. But I feel like⊠I donât know, like youâre just trying to run from anything that connects us.â
She sighed, leaning against the doorframe, her voice dropping to something softer, more serious. âItâs not that I donât want to be seen with you,â she said, choosing her words carefully. âI just donât want to be known as Carlosâ sister everywhere I go. Iâve worked hard to build my own name, my own career, and sometimes⊠being around you, it overshadows that.â
Her brother studied her, his face a mix of understanding and something else, a flash of protective instinct. âYou know, if you date Franco, youâll just end up being known as his girlfriend,â he said, raising an eyebrow.
She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. âItâs just a date, Carlos. Nothing more.â
He shrugged, his mouth quirking in a small smile. âYeah, well, with him, nothing ever stays âjustâ anything. Just saying.â
She rolled her eyes, but there was a warmth behind it. âThanks for the concern, but Iâll be fine.â
They shared a quiet moment of understanding before she gently nudged him toward the door. âGo get some rest. And good luck tomorrow. Iâll be cheering from the sidelines.â
The evening was soft and cool, the sky painted in shades of violet and indigo as the city stretched out below them. The balcony theyâd stepped onto was tucked away from the bustling noise of the hotel, private and intimate, offering only the sounds of the night breeze and the occasional far-off hum of the city.
Franco had arranged it allâquiet, serene, away from prying eyes. The dinner was simple but elegant: a few delicate dishes of fresh seafood, wine that wasnât too heavy, just enough to let the conversation flow freely. It was just the two of them, and she realised as she stood there, her hand brushing the railing, how rare that felt.
Sheâd worn a dress that was understated, yet elegantâa deep midnight blue that mirrored the evening sky, the fabric light enough to catch the breeze. She hadnât given it much thought; it wasnât for anyone but herself. But when Franco first saw her, the look in his eyes told her that, maybe, it had been the right choice after all.
His gaze lifted from the table where he had been adjusting the wine glasses, and the moment he saw her, the words spilled out before he could even stop them.
âDios mĂo, quĂ© hermosa estĂĄs.â His voice was low, his gaze sweeping over her with a mixture of surprise and admiration.
She felt her cheeks flush, the compliment unexpected but not unwelcome. She had been nervous about the evening, unsure of what this was or what it would become. But his words, simple and sincere, relaxed something inside her.
âGracias,â she replied with a small smile, feeling the warmth in her chest spread, her eyes meeting his.
He stood up, taking a small step toward her as if to take in the full picture, his gaze never leaving her face. âI swear,â he continued, his voice filled with genuine awe, âI didnât think it was possible, but youâre even more stunning than earlier. It's like... you're glowing.â
She laughed softly, shaking her head. âI think youâre just being kind.â
âNo,â he said firmly, shaking his head as he closed the distance between them. âIâm not the kind of guy to throw compliments around just to be polite. Te ves increĂble, you look incredible.â
After a decent amount of eating, a stretched out silence, Franco spoke up. âSo,â he began, his voice casual but warm, âwhatâs it like to be the la princesa española outside of tennis?â
She raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of her wine. âI donât really think of myself as that,â she said lightly. âItâs just a nickname.â
âI donât know,â he teased. âI think it suits you. You have a... regal air about you.â His eyes glinted with mischief as he added, âIâm sure youâd never get away with being late for anything. Everyone would just wait for the princess to show up.â
She rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless. âYou really are persistent with those compliments, arenât you?â
âSolo con la verdad,â he said with a grin, leaning back in his chair, clearly pleased with himself.
The evening unfolded easily after that. They spoke about everything and nothing: about their childhoods, what had brought them to this point in their careers, how it felt to always be in the spotlight. She told him stories from her tennis matches, and he shared wild tales of racing, of the constant pressure and adrenaline.
But it was the quieter moments, the small pauses between their words, that felt the most significant. When he leaned in to pass her the bottle of wine, their hands brushed, and the air seemed to thicken for a moment. His gaze lingered a bit longer than it needed to, and she noticed the subtle way his smile softened when their eyes met. She wasnât used to this â this ease, this comfort that felt so unforced â but it was exactly what she hadnât realised sheâd been searching for.
âYou know,â Franco said, his tone thoughtful, âI canât remember the last time I had a night like this. Justââ He waved his hand toward the view, the quiet that surrounded them. âItâs nice. To not be rushing off to something. No cameras, no expectations.â
She looked out over the balcony at the skyline, the city lights twinkling in the distance. âI know what you mean. Thereâs always so much noise, so many people trying to pull you in different directions. Itâs rare to just⊠be.â She turned to look at him, her voice lowering slightly. âItâs a little surreal, actually.â
His gaze softened, and for a moment, there was a silence between them that felt like a shared understanding. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table as he looked at her, his expression genuine. âIâm glad youâre here with me tonight. Iâm glad I got to spend this time with you.â
Her heart did a little flip at the sincerity in his voice. She wasnât sure what she had expected from the evening, but this â this felt right.
âSo,â he continued, his voice lightening again, âany chance I can convince you to wear my teamâs shirt tomorrow?â
She laughed, shaking her head. âYouâre relentless, arenât you?â
âI am,â he said with a wink, âbut only because I know youâd look amazing in it.â
She rolled her eyes but could feel the warmth in her chest spread. âIâll think about it,â she teased, mirroring his playful tone.
The conversation drifted back to lighter topics, the evening unfolding with ease as the world seemed to blur around them. As the night deepened, they shared stories, laughter, and quiet glances that spoke volumes. It wasnât the fireworks, the grand gestures of a first date. But it was something else â something that felt like a beginning.
When the last of the wine was finished, and the candles flickered low, Franco stood, offering her a hand to help her to her feet. He didnât say anything at first, but his eyes told her everything. His fingers brushed against hers, and she didnât pull away.
As the night grew later, the air around them cooled, and they moved to the edge of the balcony, gazing out over the city. The quiet was comforting, the soft hum of distant traffic the only sound breaking the stillness between them.
She let out a small sigh, her mind wandering, and with it, the weight of everything that had brought her to this moment. She looked up at him, caught in the calm but uncertain about what this night might mean.
"Well, this has been lovely," she said, her voice light but tinged with something else. "But, just so you know⊠this is probably going to be our only date."
His eyebrows furrowed, his smile faltering for just a fraction of a second. âWhy?â he asked, his tone suddenly laced with concern. âHave I done something wrong?â
She met his gaze, her chest tight for reasons she couldnât quite place. There was no logical reason for her to feel that way â he had been nothing but kind, charming, and genuine all night. But there was still that lingering sense of hesitation, a wall she wasnât sure she could bring herself to tear down.
âNo,â she said quickly, shaking her head as if to reassure him. âYou havenât done anything wrong. Itâs just⊠I donât know if I can do this.â
He looked at her for a long moment, studying her face. The playful glint in his eyes dimmed, replaced by something softer, something quieter, as if he were trying to understand her better.
âIâm not really a person who runs from things," she said, her voice lowering slightly, unsure how to put her thoughts into words. âBut there are parts of my life Iâm... careful about. I canât help but keep them to myself.â
She hesitated, feeling a strange tug in her chest. For the first time in what felt like forever, she found herself wanting to share something personal, something she had hidden away. She took a breath and let it slip out before she could second-guess herself.
âI have a brother,â she began, looking out at the city below them, trying to steady her voice. âHeâs a Formula 1 driver.â
Franco froze, his brows knitting together in confusion. âWait... what?â
She glanced at him, a slight laugh escaping her lips at the look of genuine surprise on his face. âYeah,â she said with a sigh. âCarlos.â
He blinked, his surprise turning into a quiet sense of disbelief. âCarlos Sainz?â He repeated her brotherâs name, almost as if he were trying to process it. âI had no ideaâŠâ
She looked at him, a slight sadness settling in her chest. âMost people donât,â she said, her voice quiet now. âI never tell anyone. Iâve worked my entire life to be known for meâfor what I do, not because of who Iâm related to. I donât want to live in someoneâs shadow.â
Franco didnât say anything at first, letting the silence stretch out between them. He was thinking, she could tell. It was as though he were weighing her words, weighing the tension in her tone. Then, slowly, he spoke, his voice steady but sincere.
âWith me, you wouldn't,â he said, his gaze meeting hers with an intensity that took her by surprise. âYou wouldnât be in anyoneâs shadow. Not if you didnât want to be.â
She was quiet for a long moment, his words sinking in. Part of her wanted to dismiss it, wanted to keep pushing away the idea of anyone in her life stepping into that shadow. But there was something in his eyesâsomething honest and unwaveringâthat made her hesitate. He wasnât offering her fame or status. He was offering her something far simpler. The space to be herself.
Then, he said something that made her heart skip a beat.
âIâll be your WAG,â he said, his voice surprisingly matter-of-fact, his smile just a little crooked.
She laughed, a quick, startled sound. âWhat?â she teased, shaking her head. âAre you serious? âWAGââreally?â
He leaned in slightly, the smile still on his face but his eyes unflinching. âEn serio. Iâm serious.â he added with a little more emphasis, the words flowing naturally from him.
Her laughter died down, replaced by a brief, curious silence. She was still processing his words, still trying to understand how it had escalated from a simple dinner to this.
âYouâre joking,â she said softly, unsure whether to laugh or take him seriously.
âNo,â he7 replied, his voice now calm, almost earnest. âIâm not. Look, I get it. The whole âWAGâ thing... it sounds ridiculous, I know. But the way I see it, weâd be a team. Youâd have my back, and Iâd have yours. No shadows, no expectations, just us. What we make of it.â
She took a step back, crossing her arms as she considered what he was saying. The idea of it felt foreign, a little intimidating, but something about it also felt right in a way she hadnât expected. No grand gestures, no drama. Just⊠us, as heâd said.
âDonât you think Iâd look good in a sponsored Channel crop top?â he joked, and the thought of it made her laugh.
Before she could stop it, however, her mind flashed to her brother, to the years of keeping her life private, to the way she had fought so hard to remain in the background of her familyâs legacy. And yet here was Franco, offering something different. He wasnât asking her to be a part of his worldâhe was offering her a partnership, an equal footing.
For the first time that evening, she allowed herself to truly think about what that might mean. To be seen, not as someoneâs sister or someoneâs girlfriend, but just as herself.
âMaybe... maybe itâs not such a bad idea,â she said quietly, her voice uncertain but filled with a growing sense of possibility.
Franco looked at her, a quiet confidence in his eyes. âEntonces, weâll figure it out together. No shadows. Just us.â
âJust us.â
âYou better wear my shirt tomorrow,â he said, his voice teasing but hopeful.
She smirked, folding her arms across her chest as she looked at him. âIâll think about it.â
He raised an eyebrow, leaning slightly closer. âYou better. Iâll be watching.â
She laughed, shaking her head at his persistence. âWeâll see.â
The next morning arrived with the usual rush, the anticipation of race day filling the air. She woke up to a sunlit room and a few messages on her phone, the familiar bustle of the paddock already beginning to take shape outside her window. As she moved around the room, preparing for the day ahead, her mind wandered back to the previous evening.
She stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair back into a sleek ponytail, glancing over her outfit choices. Sheâd packed a nice pair of fitted trousers and a smart blouse for the day. But then, as she opened her suitcase to grab something, she saw itâthe shirt.
It was sitting on top of her suitcase, folded neatly, the soft fabric of his teamâs shirt catching the light. The sight of it made her pause. She could feel a flutter of uncertainty in her chest as she stared at the shirt. It wasnât like her to let herself be swayed by someone elseâs request. But something about Franco, about the way heâd looked at her, made her reconsider.
She bit her lip, considering her options. The shirt was casual, simple, but it also felt like a statement. She could wear it for him, just this once, maybe just to see how it felt. There was no harm in that, right?
She grabbed the shirt, examining it for a moment. It was an understated designâhis teamâs logo in the corner, a soft fabric, nothing too flashy. It wasnât the sort of thing she would normally wear, but for some reason, she felt drawn to it. And then it hit herâmaybe it wasnât about the shirt at all. It was about the confidence to wear it, to stand beside him and let the world see her as she was, without hesitation.
She had a moment of inspiration.
Instead of simply slipping it on with jeans like sheâd imagined, she decided to give it a bit of a twist. She styled it with an oversized blazer, the sleeves rolled up just enough to show off the shirt underneath, and a pair of high-waisted pants. The look was effortlessly cool, edgy, but still very much her. She paired it with a pair of sleek, minimalist sneakers, and, just before she finished, added a bold red lip to complete the ensemble.
When she looked in the mirror, she felt a sense of pride. It was a simple shirt, yes, but it was her way of wearing it. And somehow, it made her feel like she was making her own mark, not hiding behind anyone elseâs expectations.
She grabbed her phone, checking the time, then sent Franco a quick message.
âI thought about it. Iâll wear the shirt. But only because it goes with my outfit.â
She added a playful winking emoji before hitting send, knowing that heâd appreciate the humour in it.
The morning was just beginning to pick up its pace as she finished getting ready. The weight of the dayâs events, the race, the energy of the paddock, all began to settle in. But for the first time in a while, she felt a small sense of excitement, an eagerness she hadnât expected. It wasnât about the race itself, but about the people she was meeting, the connections she was making, andâperhaps most unexpectedlyâwhat might lie ahead with Franco.
She was just about to head out of her hotel room when there was a knock on the door. She knew that knockâsteady and familiar. Taking a deep breath, she opened it to find her brother standing there, his usual calm exterior softened by a quiet intensity in his gaze.
âCan we talk?â he asked, his voice low, his eyes searching hers.
She nodded, stepping back to let him in. She could tell he was a bit surprised when he saw the shirt she was wearingâthe shirt of a rival team. He glanced at it, one brow raised slightly, but he didnât comment, just closed the door behind him and leaned against the wall.
He took a deep breath, as if heâd been building up to this. âAre you⊠thinking of seeing him again?â
There was something tentative in the way he asked, a kind of brotherly concern that she hadnât seen in a long time. She shrugged, trying to keep her tone casual. âMaybe. Iâm considering it.â
He nodded slowly, looking away for a moment, gathering his thoughts. Then, almost hesitantly, he said, âWhy are you okay with being seen with him, and not with me?â
The question landed heavily between them, and for a moment, she didnât know how to answer. She looked at him, seeing the vulnerability in his expression, the unspoken hurt in his eyes. It was rare for him to open up like this, to say exactly what was on his mind. She let out a long breath, searching for the right words.
âItâs different,â she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
âDifferent how?â he pressed, his tone gentle but persistent.
She met his gaze, feeling a lump rise in her throat. She hadnât realised just how much this division had affected them both, how much it lingered in moments like these. âI never felt like I was a part of your world,â she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. âIt wasnât just about you. It was Dad, too. He⊠he made it clear that I wasnât cut out to be a part of it. I wasnât⊠enough. Not like you.â
He looked at her, the quiet hurt in his eyes turning into something deeper, something sadder. âI didnât know you felt that way.â
She gave him a small, sad smile. âHow could you? You were busy making him proud. And you were great at it. I always saw how he looked at you, how proud he was of everything you were doing. He saw you as this⊠continuation of him, of his legacy. But me⊠I was never part of that.â
He shook his head, running a hand through his hair as he processed her words. âI never wanted it to be that way. I thought you just didnât care about what we were doing. I thought you were happy doing your own thing.â
âI am,â she said, and she meant it. âTennis is my world; itâs where I feel strong, where I feel like I belong. But⊠it didnât come without sacrifices. I grew up watching you and Dad bond over racing, and it was like there was this door between us that was shut for good. I could watch, but I couldnât be a part of it.â
There was a long pause, her brother absorbing her words, the weight of years of misunderstanding settling between them.
âI wish Iâd known,â he said finally, his voice soft, tinged with regret. âI thought⊠I thought you didnât want to be a part of it. I thought it didnât matter to you if Dad and I had that bond. But I get it now. I see what it mustâve felt like, standing on the outside.â
They stood in silence for a moment, the weight of unspoken years filling the space between them. And then he added, âYou know, you donât have to keep yourself hidden to be in my life, right? I get it now. But it doesnât have to be like that.â
Her throat tightened, a wave of unexpected emotion rising within her. Sheâd spent so long feeling like an outsider in her own family, so sure that her brother had never noticed. But now, here he was, standing in front of her, wanting to bridge that gap.
âItâs hard to just undo it all,â she admitted. âSometimes, it feels easier to just⊠stay on my own path. To keep these things separate.â
He nodded, understanding. âBut if youâre thinking of seeing Franco⊠letting yourself be part of his world⊠doesnât it mean youâre ready to be seen? To be yourself, even in places that are unfamiliar?â
She considered this, his words striking a chord deep within her. He wasnât wrong. Sheâd spent so long hiding parts of herself, keeping herself separate to avoid comparison or judgement. But with Franco, she hadnât felt the same need. For once, she had felt like she could be herselfâno shadows, no expectations.
âI think⊠I just want to find something thatâs mine,â she said finally. âA space where Iâm not just âyour sister,â where I donât have to carry someone elseâs legacy.â
Her brother gave her a soft, understanding look. âYouâve already done that. You are more than just my sister. Youâve made a name for yourself that has nothing to do with anyone else. Youâre not living in anyoneâs shadow⊠but if you ever want to step into our worldâmy worldâIâd like to be part of yours too. Just⊠let me be there for you, even if itâs only sometimes.â
She nodded, feeling a sense of warmth, a sense of connection that hadnât been there before. Maybe there was room for both worlds, after all. For the first time, she felt like she didnât have to choose.
âIâll think about it,â she said softly, echoing her words from last night.
He smiled, a hint of relief in his eyes. âI hope you do.â
With that, he gave her a quick, reassuring squeeze on her shoulder, a wordless acknowledgment of the unspoken bond they shared. And as he left, she felt a sense of closure, a feeling that maybe, just maybe, she didnât have to keep running from her familyâs legacy to be seen as her own person. She could walk her own path, even if it sometimes crossed into theirs.
She arrived at the paddock a little while later, weaving her way through the bustle of race day, her heart beating a little faster than usual. Wearing Francoâs shirt under her blazer felt like a small, bold choiceâone that had her both excited and slightly nervous. She walked through the crowd until she reached his teamâs garage, where the energy was already crackling with anticipation.
As soon as she stepped in, Franco spotted her from across the garage. His face lit up the second he saw her, and he immediately started making his way toward her. When he was close enough, he lowered his voice and said in Spanish, a playful gleam in his eyes, âWait here for just a second. Donât move.â
Before she could respond, he turned and jogged back toward his driverâs room, leaving her standing in the middle of the garage, a little bewildered but smiling to herself. She watched as he disappeared into the room, curious about whatever he was planning. Within a moment, he was back, holding a bouquet of flowersâa mix of deep red roses and bright sunflowers, their colours vivid against the greys and metallics of the garage.
âFor you,â he said, handing them over with a grin, his accent warm and lilting. His eyes softened as he added, âTo celebrate your first race day as my guest.â
She took the bouquet, feeling a rush of warmth as she held the flowers. âYou know, you didnât have to do this,â she said, trying to hide the smile tugging at her lips. âIâm just here as⊠well, just as me.â
âAnd I think thatâs worth celebrating,â he replied smoothly, his gaze locked on hers with unmistakable admiration. âBesides, you didnât say no to the shirt, so I think Iâm allowed a little celebration, no?â
She laughed, her cheeks warming as she looked down at the bouquet. âAlright, fine. You win. Thank youâtheyâre beautiful.â
Franco glanced around the garage, then leaned in slightly, dropping his voice to a playful murmur. âYou know, youâre even more beautiful than I remember from last night. I thought maybe I was exaggerating, but⊠no. I wasnât.â
She rolled her eyes but couldnât help the smile that spread across her face. âCareful, or Iâll start to think youâre trying to distract me from the race.â
âMaybe a little,â he admitted, chuckling. Then, as if struck by a sudden idea, he looked around the garage again and spotted one of his engineers nearby. Franco gestured to the man, who quickly nodded, understanding exactly what Franco was after.
The engineer handed him a headset, and Franco turned back to her, holding it up. âHereâso you can listen in and watch from inside the garage. Youâll get the best seat here.â
She blinked, surprised by the gesture. âAre you sure?â
âAbsolutely. Youâll get to hear all the comms, see how it all works up close. Plusââhe leaned in, his voice lowââyouâll have an excuse to stay around here.â
She shook her head with a smirk, taking the headset from him. âAlright. But only because youâve convinced me with flowers and shameless flattery.â
âGood,â he replied, his grin widening as he watched her settle the headset over her ears. âIâll keep it coming if it means you stay.â
As the team began their pre-race preparations, Franco showed her the best spot to watch from, and he took a few moments to explain some of the technical details. She found herself captivated, not just by the race, but by the way he was so eager to share his world with her. His enthusiasm was infectious, and despite herself, she felt the thrill of race day in a way she hadnât anticipated.
Before he had to step away to start his own warm-up routine, he gave her one last look, his gaze holding a touch of that familiar mischievous glint. âEnjoy the show, princesa. And donât go falling in love with the cars nowâtheyâre not as charming as I am.â
She laughed, giving him a playful shove. âNo promises.â
Franco winked, backing away with a grin as he joined the other drivers and team members preparing for the race. She stayed in the garage, feeling the weight of the headset and bouquet in her hands, both of them symbols of the way her world had shifted in just a few days.
As she watched him walk away, his words echoing in her ears, she realised just how different today felt. For the first time, she wasnât just watching as an outsider; she was here, part of the energy, sharing a moment in his world, just as heâd promised. And maybeâjust maybeâshe was finally ready to be a part of something new.
The race was intense, the roar of engines filling the air as she watched Francoâs car weave through the track, making his way up from P16 to P12, gaining positions one by one with determined precision. Her heart raced with every turn, every overtake. Sheâd never felt the thrill of Formula One from this close before, and she found herself completely absorbed, balancing her attention between the live race and the screens in the garage that tracked every driverâs progress.
And then, in the final laps, her eyes moved to another part of the screenâa familiar car that was in the lead. A red car. Her brother was out front, defending his position with expert skill, pushing with everything he had toward the finish line. She held her breath, fingers tightening around the edges of the headset as she watched the seconds count down. When he crossed the finish line in first place, a feeling she hadnât expected washed over herâpride, pure and radiant, filled her chest. She found herself clapping, cheering, a bright smile spreading across her face.
Franco, having just finished his own race and done the mandatory weigh-in and debrief with his engineers, finally found her in the garage. He looked exhausted but happy, his face still flushed from the adrenaline of the race. When he walked over, he paused, noticing the way her eyes were glued to the screen as her brother celebrated his victory, lifting his fists in the air in triumph.
âYouâre glowing,â Franco murmured, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched her reaction.
She blinked, glancing back at him and realising how giddy she must look. âI didnât think⊠I didnât think it would feel like this. Iâm just⊠so happy for him.â Her voice was breathless, filled with a genuine joy she couldnât hide.
He chuckled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. âThen you should go to him. Heâs probably waiting for you.â
She shook her head, hesitating, her gaze flickering back to the screen. âNo, I couldnât. I donât⊠I donât belong over there, with everyone. Thatâs his world.â
Franco tilted his head, giving her a knowing look. âMaybe thatâs true most days. But today, you belong there just as much as anyone else. Heâs your brother. Go celebrate with him. Youâll regret it if you donât.â
She bit her lip, uncertainty still holding her back. âI wouldnât even know what to say.â
âStart with congratulations,â Franco said, flashing her a gentle, reassuring grin. âTrust me, itâll be enough.â
He gestured toward the edge of the garage, where the barriers separated the track from the paddock. After a momentâs hesitation, she nodded, taking a shaky breath as he guided her forward. The crowd around them was roaring with excitement as her brotherâs car was pulled into parc fermĂ©, fans and teammates celebrating around him. She could feel her heart pounding, each step filling her with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.
At the barrier, Franco gave her hand a quick squeeze. âGo on. Iâll be right here when youâre done.â
With that, he released her hand, and she took a step forward, catching sight of her brother through the haze of people and cameras. He was laughing, practically glowing as he embraced his team, still basking in the thrill of his victory. And then, as if sensing her, he turned and saw her standing there, just beyond the barrier.
His expression softened, and a smile broke across his face, one that was filled with surprise and unmistakable happiness. Without a momentâs hesitation, he made his way over, reaching out to pull her into a tight, heartfelt hug. She hugged him back, feeling the last remnants of the old distance between them dissolve as she held her brother close, finally sharing in his moment.
When they pulled apart, he looked at her, pride shining in his eyes. âYou came,â he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet gratitude. âI didnât think youâd be here.â
She laughed softly, tears threatening to sting her eyes. âI wouldnât have missed it. Iâm so proud of you.â
He grinned, leaning in to press a quick, brotherly kiss to her forehead. âThank you. It means a lot that youâre here. Really.â
As the team around them cheered and the cameras continued to flash, she felt the enormity of the momentâa sense of belonging, not just as a tennis player, or his sister, but as herself.
She grinned at her brother, reaching up to ruffle his hair in a rare show of sibling affection. âTe quiero mucho, hermanito,â she said, her voice filled with warmth and pride. âIâm so proud of you, you know that?â
His smile softened, and he looked at her with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. âTe quiero tambiĂ©n,â he replied, wrapping her in one last quick hug. âThank you for being here. Really.â
The moment was brief but profound, a quiet reassurance that, despite the different worlds they had each chosen, they were still connected. He glanced back toward his team, who were waving him over for post-race celebrations and interviews.
âI have to go,â he said, releasing her. âBut Iâll see you later?â
âOf course,â she replied, giving him a nod and a small wave as he returned to his crew. She watched him for a moment longer, feeling a sense of pride she hadnât felt in yearsâone that was entirely unclouded by the complexities of the past. Then she turned and made her way back toward Francoâs garage, her heart still racing from the intense energy of the day.
When she found him, Franco was waiting near the garage entrance, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, a proud smile lighting up his face as he saw her approach.
âYou did it,â he said softly, admiration in his eyes. âYou finally let yourself be a part of all this.â
As she reached Franco, he turned to face her, his expression softening with a mixture of pride and relief as he took her hands in his. Her heart pounded, the intensity of the day lingering between them like a magnetic pull. She gazed up at him, her breath catching as she saw the warmth in his eyesâthe genuine care and admiration there, as if he saw every part of her that she had worked so hard to keep separate.
Without a word, she stepped closer, her hand moving up to rest gently against his cheek. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze searching hers, as if waiting for her to close the last small gap between them. Finally, she leaned up, closing her eyes as her lips met his in a slow, lingering kiss.
The world around them seemed to dissolve, the roar of the crowd and bustle of the paddock fading as the kiss deepened. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer, his touch both steady and tender. She felt the warmth of him seep into her, grounding her in the moment, and she responded instinctively, fingers threading through his hair as he held her tighter. There was a gentleness in his touch, but an undeniable passion too, a desire that built slowly between them.
Time slipped away as they shared this unguarded moment, the boundaries she had set for herself crumbling with every heartbeat. She could feel the strength in his arms, the quiet reassurance he offered, and a warmth that sparked through her, as if he was silently promising that he would be there, no matter what.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing a little harder, their foreheads touching as they lingered close, unwilling to step away. Francoâs thumb traced a gentle line along her jaw as he looked into her eyes, his gaze filled with an affection so deep that it nearly overwhelmed her. âI needed that push,â she murmured against his lips.
His arms came around her, but he laughed as he pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. âCome on,â he said with a teasing glint, âthe cameras have probably caught enough kissing for one day.â
She chuckled, letting him lead her back toward the quiet of his garage, away from the noise and eyes of the crowd. For the first time, she felt an undeniable sense of belongingânot just to the world she had worked so hard to create for herself, but to this moment, with him, with her family. Sheâd finally allowed herself to be part of it all, and it felt right in a way she hadnât expected.
the end.
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There have been moments, especially when we open our hearts to a husband , where you have felt a distance between you. I know It's as if the door to your heart opens just halfway, holding back parts of you out of fear, caution, or maybe something you now can't quite understand. It struck you deeply like a slap, and you couldn't help but fee this realisation, it sounds like you are being self centred "I can't believe you would be someone so selfish. That you cant give yourself over completely to your relationship. What a dried up and broken woman you have become"
The beauty of exploring love languages and embracing our vulnerabilities lies in their reflection of real-life relationships. These concepts encourage us to examine our own connections, fostering a deeper understanding and appreciation for the complexities of love. It's an invitation to reflect on how we communicate affection and how we can better align with our loved ones, paving the way for more fulfilling relationships
Have you noticed sometimes when you do want it from a your guy , it almost feels like youâre invisible to him?
Are you nodding along?
Has this happened to you?
You already know youâre smitten. With your husband, onlyâŠyouâre not bold and slutty, so you donât feel comfortable just walking over and dropping to your knees and unzipping his pants and pulling it out, or telling him that youâre horny and need fucking⊠now!
So what can you do because you know itâs insulting to him for you to be a boring prude?
Itâs fairly easy to get attention, but that doesnât in any way guarantee that he will want to fuck you. Just something to be aware of. Once you have his attention, youâll want to really notice what his reaction to you is. Does he smile while listening to every word, or is he busier checking his phone than talking to you? The sharper your observation skills, the less time you waste on knowing how to please him.
Grow upâŠyouâre acting like youâre in middle school. Youâre not. There are better, high-value ways to get his attention. Be his wife, his woman and his lover. Show him what you have and let him enjoy you.
Never be boring or distant.
Instead make yourself interesting and be interested in him and his desires. Learn what makes him hard.
Think of each moment like the dating game, you may be insecure about flirting or expressing your interest. It will take practice, but youâve got this! Show some sexual aggression and really let him know what you have in mind. Use your brain. Or play open docile and ditzy. If it makes him hard and your feeling horny and wet, know in your heart its working for you. Remember that.
Be his good girl a figure out what turns him on and makes him hard, and interested. Usually, within a few minutes of conversation and , you can deduce this. Obviously, look for a bulge, but also keep an eye out for signs of breast gaze and lip gazing what part of your body is he focused upon! Display yourself with abandon like the women these men look at on Tumblr. They are interested atvtmhem for a reason. Forgot you self and think about why men masturbate to these kind of women pictures.
Let it change you prudish self.
Keep the conversation going once you have his attention, and make it clear that youâre not just being normal friendly (youâre being flirty friendly!). Use your language in and out of the bedroom to keep him engaged.
âYou make me so wetâ
âNever Stopâ
âThat feels amazingâ
âDoes that feel good?â
âI can feel your dick throbbingâ
âI want you here right nowâ
âI want You so badâ
âI was thinking about you todayâ
â oh fuck me, Just Like Thatâ
âYou make me want to screamâ
âFill me upâ
â I'm curious honey what porn makes you. Hardâ
âFuck me like you mean itâ
âHarderâ
âI feel tiny in your armsâ
âI love youâ
âI love your dickâ
âI want your cumâ
âKiss Meâ
âMake me cum babyâ
âSeeing you right after a workoutâ
âTaste Meâ
âYour cock is stretching me outâ
âI'm not wearing my panties todayâ
Feel free to share you favourites with me.
Oh God, this felt amazingly good to write. I am sooo ready for him.
S_XXX
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hii i have a few requests i hope you dont mind đ„ș𫶠feel free to pick to do any if they have not been done yet, they are kinda mostly prompts though đ
sylus with a streamer/gamer s/o. like those fics where the fans go crazy when sylus shows up in the camera out of nowhere or hearing his voice. and sylus just being supportive about their hobby đâ€ïž
sylus reaction when they have a cosplayer s/o, especially when they come home every day and they meet a new character daily or every other day đđ€Ł
sylus reaction when s/o gets period stains during their date
sylus with s/o who cant cook but not the those exaggerated types where they burn the whole kitchen, they just didnt learn how to cook, but can do the bare minimum of helping like slicing and stuff and very easy recipes (projecting because i can't cook but am helpful đ)
when you get your period mid date
The evening had started off perfectly. You and Sylus were sitting across from each other in one of the fanciest restaurants in town, your skin-tight dress fitting you like a glove. The low lights, soft music and clinking of glasses around you added to the elegance of the night. Sylus looked especially handsome tonight, his gaze on you steady and smoldering and his signature teasing smile made your heart flutter.
Everything was going smoothlyâthat is, until you felt that familiar pang low in your abdomen. You froze, hoping it was just nerves. But then, you felt a sinking dread as the sensation intensified. Trying not to panic, you excused yourself, offering Sylus a nervous smile. âIâll be right back, okay?â
âTake your time, sweetieâ he replied with a slight smirk. âDonât go missing me too much.â
You rolled your eyes playfully, giving him a quick wave before heading to the bathroom. But once you were inside, your worst fear was confirmed: a noticeable stain had appeared on the back of your dress. Panic bubbled up in your chest as you stared at your reflection in the mirror, mortified. This wasnât just any dress, either; it was a pale color, practically a magnet for accidents.
Not knowing what else to do, you took a shaky breath and pulled out your phone, dialing Sylusâs number with trembling fingers. He picked up on the first ring.
âMiss me already?â His voice was laced with humor, but you could practically hear the smile on his face.
âSylusâ you whispered, cringing at how shaky you sounded. âCan you⊠um⊠can you come to the bathroom? I need your help. Itâs an emergency.â
There was a beat of silence. âAre you hurt, kitten?â
âNo! No, not hurtâ you stammered, feeling your cheeks heat up. âJustâŠmy period..Iâm stained!â
âGot it. Stay right there, Iâm coming.â He hung up and you leaned against the counter, waiting anxiously. But as the seconds ticked by, you began to feel more and more self-conscious. What was taking him so long?
After what felt like an eternity, the bathroom door finally opened and there stood Sylusâwith a designer shopping bag in his hand. You blinked, trying to process the sight.
âSylus, whatâŠ?â You trailed off, completely baffled.
He smirked, holding up the bag. âWhat? Did you think I was going to leave my sweetie hanging?â He stepped forward, setting the bag down on the counter. âGot you a new dress. I figured you wouldnât want to be seen with⊠you know.â He gestured vaguely, clearly trying to spare you any embarrassment.
Your jaw dropped, both at his thoughtfulness and at the brand-name logo on the bag. âWait, you actually bought me a new dress? From there?â you asked, pointing out the door, toward the designer store just across the street.
He shrugged, feigning nonchalance. âSeemed like the right call. Plus, I got to take my time picking something pretty for you.â His smirk widened. âHad to make sure itâd look perfect on my kitten.â
You let out a small laugh, overwhelmed with relief and gratitude, though your cheeks burned at the thought of him going out of his way for this. âSylus, I⊠I donât know what to say.â
âHow about you say youâll wear it and let me get back to showing you off to the rest of the place?â he teased, handing the bag to you.
You reached for it, heart racing as you peeked inside. The dress was stunning, a rich, deep color that would look amazing on you, with a soft fabric that looked comfortable enough to help you feel more at ease.
âSylusâ you murmured, looking up at him with wide eyes. âThank you.â
He leaned down, brushing a soft kiss over your forehead. âAnything for you, sweetieâ he replied, his voice softer, his teasing tone gone for just a moment.
You felt your chest warm and you tried to look away, but he gently turned your face back toward him. âHey, donât get all shy on me nowâ he said, his smirk returning. âItâs cute, though. Didnât know I could get my girl so flustered.â
You laughed, half-embarrassed and half-touched and stepped back toward the stall to change. âIâll be right backâ you promised, disappearing inside and slipping on the new dress. When you stepped out, you felt a little self-conscious, smoothing the fabric over your hips.
Sylusâs gaze met yours, his eyes lighting up with admiration. âBeautifulâ he said simply, letting his gaze linger as if he were committing the sight to memory.
You felt your cheeks warm under his gaze but a smile crept onto your face as you looked at him. âThink we can go back and pretend like none of this happened?â
He chuckled, offering his arm with a grin. âOf course, kitten. Iâll even let you hold onto the bagâitâs yours, after all.â
You laughed, taking his arm, feeling a surge of confidence as he led you back to your table. Sylus didnât just make you feel taken care of; he made you feel cherished, like every little detail about you was worth his time.
And as you settled back into your seat, he gave you a wink. âNext time, just call me sooner. Anything to keep my kitten comfortable, you know?â
You smiled, knowing he meant every word. The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter, stolen glances, and soft whispers and for the first time, you didnât feel an ounce of insecurityâyou were just glad to have Sylus by your side
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afterglow, oscar piastri
summary : y/n and oscar are childhood bestfriends and y/n tries to be supportive as she can by coming to his races and cheering him on. oscar enjoys y/n's company but sometimes he wishes that he could have you all to himself. in truth you are both just to stubborn to admit that you like each other, a little more than just friends. faceclaim : julia hatch a/n : i'm so obsessed with this acc <3
y/nusername
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user627 oml
username_11 the prettiest redhead
user9_782 oh girl we need the workout routine asap
sabrinacarpenter literally the most perfect ever đ
y/nusername all you babes
username1415 to look like y/n đ«
f1fan the prettiest non-wag
user771 in my eyes she's a wag idc
y/nusername love supporting you bestie <3
ă girl u literally travel the whole world supporting him.....it's giving girlfriend
ă there is nooooo way they are just friends
ă my fav bestiessss
ă she's so supportive eeek i love her !!
ă our mclaren queen
oscarpiastri great weekend with a good haul of points !!
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y/nusername so so proud of you !!
oscarpiastri â€ïž
user728 my fav driver forever
f1fan how can u hate on this cutie
username661 great drive oscar !!
user992 i will always be a mclaren girl idc
user290 oscar pastry
oscarpiastri y/n forced me to post these pictures.
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y/nusername okay but FORCED is such a strong word....i encouraged you
user728 omgg y/n is so gorge
f1fan okay but appreciation for oscar's photography skills because wowww
user910 love them sm acc
username_56 oh how i love summer break content
user72 oscar pls lemme steal your bsf
f1lover proof the boys and girls can just be friends
landonorris
ă IS THAT Y/N?!?!
ă LANDO WTHHH OMGGG
ă oscar is defo going to be mad
ă um what in the world
ă posting this on your public story is crazyyy
ă i don't want to hear anyone start saying that they are dating istggg
àŒËâđïœĄâđŠč.â§Ë
texts between y/n and oscar
were you with lando today?? oscar
yeah y/n
oh i didn't know you guys were close oscar
we're just hanging out y/n
yeah right, i know lando oscar
omg stop oscar i can do what i want y/n
ik ik that y/n i'm just warning you oscar
okay well i rly don't care about what you think y/n
fine oscar
fine y/n
àŒËâđïœĄâđŠč.â§Ë
y/nusername now my life is sweet like cinnamon
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user728 oh !
username_89 she's really just that girl
f1fan not seeing oscar in the likes hurts
user627 imagine your teammate and bsf dating bleh
f1lover living for this drama idc
alexandrasaintmleux obssessed with the dress you look so gorge <3
y/nusername omgg tysmm it's from meskhi
user56 lando and oscar i fear i get it
username72 body is teaaa
f1_672 appreciation for the car đ«
landonorris amazing weekend great to be back on the podium :)
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f1fan YES U GET IT user756 like carlos, lando and oscar omll i was dying username_55 it was all good until we got no landoscar interaction user617 stopp don't remind me đđ
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texts between y/n and oscar
hey.... y/n
oh wow you're talking to me again oscar
well i figured u needed space y/n
i never wanted space y/n i was just angry oscar
oh okay y/n
so did u want something or...?? oscar
well yk halloween is coming up y/n
oh you still want to do the costume oscar
well i mean we do it every year osc y/n
yeah true, well i guess we shouldn't break tradition oscar
oh yayyy great i'll send you the details :) y/n
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*written*
you stood adjusting your dress as excited chatter filled the room. the party was now in full swing and oscar had still not shown up. sure you had your doubts that he wouldn't but you had known oscar all your life, he wouldn't do that to you.
as if on cue the front door swings open and none other than the man himself steps inside before scanning the room. it's not long before his eyes latch onto yours and it feels as though your heart stops. you can't remember the last time you had seen him and the last time you weren't having an argument over something. oscar smiles and your heart begins to thump in your chest as you see him making his way over to you.
"hey" a familair voice beckons your attention.
you look up at him and smile when you notice that he wore the costume." nice costume" you say giggling as you tuck your hair behind your ear.
"oh yeah my best friend got it for me"
you nod smiling back at him. "so how have you been?"
you roll your eyes before drawing your attention back to him. "is this your subtle way of asking if me and lando are still together"
"i don't care about that" he blatantly lies, scrunching his nose.
"well if you must know we are taking a break right now he said he was too busy for a serious relationship".
oscar scoffs. "what an asshole".
"he's your bestfriend" you say confusingly as you believed that lando and oscar were close.
"yeah but so are you".
your heart warms when you hear that and you feel as though in that moment your friendship has been mended through unspoken words. yet you still wished that he would notice, notice how obviously and madly in love with him you are. you watched as he looked into the distance and there you sat admiring something from afar and out of reach.
y/nusername halloween ;)
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user HUH
user728 i'm so confused
f1fan u and me both girl
user61 if i was lando i would be so pissed BECAUSE WDYM THEY DID A COUPLES COSTUME TOGETHER
f1lover the real ogs know that they do a couples costume every year
user919 ya'll are hating but I LOVE
justaninchident oh how i missed them
user671 lando be tweaking rn
username717 the fits are on point
f1_55 blink twice oscar if u need help
mclaren lando and oscar youtube video up now !
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user728 OMG THEY MADE UP
username LANDOSCAR YES YES
anon defo just pr
f1fan not lando calling oscar out for getting flustered over y/n đ
justaninchident okay but the way oscar and lando are looking at eachother omg i acc can't
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texts between lando and y/n
you like him don't you lando
what makes u think that ?? y/n
are u fr y/n lando
the fact that you never stop talking about him and that everytime we are in the garage you can't keep your eyes off him lando
what do you even want me to say?! y/n
i want you to admit it lando
okay fine i like oscar y/n
for how long lando
lando pls y/n
y/n just tell me lando
i mean i've always loved him i just i don't know if he feels the same y/n
oh god you are both so so stupid lando
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texts between y/n and oscar
how come u and lando don't hang out as much oscar
wow straight to the point y/n
well why oscar
because y/n
because why oscar
because he's not you y/n
wdym oscar
omg you are so clueless , i never liked lando silly he was just a distraction a way to trick my mind into liking someone else y/n
oh well who do u like oscar
do i actually have to say y/n
yes i want to hear you say it oscar
you y/n
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y/nusername my boy đ
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Believe me, all of my pilot friends know and are volunteers. They too have spread word. One pilot has been punished by a shithead aviation medical examiner with his head up his ass who pulled some bs to make him lose his medical certificates- which instantly invalidates a pilot's license, pretty much forever. Poor guy lost not only his airline career, but he's not even allowed to fly his own small plane, which he got specifically to help people with. The punishments for helping are real af.. Not just an internet post disappearing. And part of me is beyond terrified of what could happen to me and my queer family who can't afford to leave our shitty state. I think about deleting this every now and then for that reason. You know when you're trying to speak up even tho you know there could be consequences, and you're hoping your friend group will speak up and hopefully lessen the burden? Yah... got distracted/busy 800 times writing this..
But yah, if this gets deleted, the info wont get to those who really need the help. Something something they cant stop/silence all of us?
Hey trans friends in the US, has your state made it difficult or next to impossible to get the healthcare you need? Can't afford to leave home and/or want to stay and fight? Yah me too.
Well I know of many, many sky friends spread throughout the us who would like to go on a free little weekend sky adventure. :]
Check em out and chat about em with even more friends.
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The pilots giving a hand are highly experienced professionals(unlike me, I'm still a newbieđ
), most who fly the big planes for work also own little planes either for fun &/or to keep up their skills. Pilots often use their little birds to hop around to visit friends far away anyways, so what's a few more flights to a friend in need?
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did u know i think abt him a lot!
#once again abstracted from the original prompt LMAO. also i dont particularly like this one as much it doesnt fit what ive been thinking of.#but its something!! & im not spending more than an hour on these!!#i KNOW hearts arent in the center of the chest. they cant be made of blue glowing goo either -_-#jrwi freak week#dakota cole#gore#esquisse
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da2: justice willingly entered the body of someone he liked and trusted and seeing his experiences with oppression (including the time he spent in isolation in an evil mage prison) warped his perception of the world until he became vengeance and formed a single-minded focus on freeing mages. his and anders' experience with this is a whole arc that can change depending on his relationship with hawke.
dav: spite was forced into the body of a man who was being kept in isolation in an evil mage prison. he's unhappy about this probably. he wants revenge maybe? the only thing he's consistently done every time he's spoken is mention what he can smell so maybe he's got some grounding exercises. you can leave lucanis' home to be blighted and he won't even be a little bit spiteful about it.
#veilguard spoilers#WHY SPITE. WHY SPITE OF ALL EMOTIONS.#im still in act 1 so maybe it picks up but i cant help thinking about the way justice will start taking over when anders#is describing his experiences with templars chasing him in one of his first cutscenes#it just conveys soooo quickly what their whole deal is.#ive had spite for 20 hours and i do NOT know what he wants#why does he keep talking about what he smells. it feels like when every other character goes 'no...you don't understand... something about#(place/item/person/etc) felt /WRONG/. there was a /WRONGNESS/' like yeah girl that's the uncanny but youre not supposed to say the#wrongness out loud. it's supposed to be felt.
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first sorry it took me so long to read this life is hectic and i wanted to really sit down and enjoy it anyways im so excited to read this i love ari and i love apple orchards
âLift your skirt for me, darling,â he implored, his eyes dropping to where your thighs were still spread, the flimsy fabric of your dress barely hiding your core. âShow daddy what you have under your pretty little skirt.â I'm already screaming
You fell back into your seat with a soft âoomph,â the breath rushing from your lungs when you looked into Ariâs eyes. His blue gaze was softer than youâd ever seen it, and there was something in depths of his eyes that you couldnât quite placeâaffection or fondness maybe. is that love I'm sensing maybe
âDo you trust me, darling?â Ari asked, cupping your face and leaning across the carâs console to press his forehead to yours. His thumb stroked gently over your cheek, matching the sweeping of his other thumb against the back of your hand ok this is where i start swooning asking about the trust the whole forehead touching this is whole part is so sweet
he asked softly, planting his other hand on the hood of his car, i cant be the only one who thinks its hot when a guy does this can i (maybe i am) (also couldn't find a gif)
âShould I go back for another basketâor a crate?â Ari asked, a grin in his tone. this part is so fluffy and sweet like ari is just so sweet in this
Good girl,â Ari murmured, taking the apple from your hands and pulling away to set it on top of the pile in your basket im now melting
my god the quickie in the orchid is so hot i think im dead
âYou know youâre special to me, donât you, honey?â he asked, using the new pet name that you knew was shortened from âhoneycrispâ. and we are back to swooning and sweetness
ok so i absolutely loved this it was a perfect mix of sweet and fluff and spice and then they realization that its wasn't ari that was making the boundaries and they reader was just scared to let ari in and how patient he is and there is just so much details in here the way you describe stuff makes me able to really see the story in my head but yeah this was amazing and i love it
sweet as honeycrisp
pairing: sugar daddy!ari levinson x sugar baby!female reader
summary: your sugar daddy takes you on an autumn-themed date to the apple orchard, and what starts off as a fun and flirty day unfolds into a meaningful turning point in your relationship.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), established sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, piv sex, outdoor sex, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), finger sucking, biting, brief cockwarming, exhibitionism, light bdsm, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, very light degradation, lots of teasing, pet names (darling, honey), aftercare, happy ending, so much fluff
word count: 14.5k
a/n: whew i've been working on this for like two weeks now, and i'm so happy to finally be able to post it!!! i was struggling a bit with the emotional throughline of this fic, and i only decided on it very late in the editing game so if some things don't make sense, just ignore it!!! if you can believe it, i originally just wanted to write about a quickie in the apple orchard and it turned into this đ«Ł anyway, i hope y'all enjoy!!!
âKiss.â
The warm, playful voice of your sugar daddy, Ari Levinson, met your ears as you lowered yourself into the passenger seat of his Lexus, greeting you in the way he always did. When you closed the car door behind you, the sounds of the Manhattan street were silenced, leaving you in the relative quiet with Ari.
Eagerly, you twisted on the sumptuous seat of the expensive car to lean over the center console, brushing a teasing kiss to Ariâs scruffy cheek, your lips grazing the edge of his full beard. His skin was warm and inviting, and you lingered for a moment, breathing in the the familiar scent of Ariâs cologne, smelling of vetiver and leather.Â
When you pulled back, Ariâs blue eyes were glittering with a hint of mischief that made your heart thump with excitement, a warmth blooming in your core despite the cool air of the carâs air conditioning brushing your legs. It was a warm September day, the last remnants of summer clinging in the air as if it protested giving up its seat to autumn.Â
The thought crossed your mind that if any man looked like the embodiment of summer, it was Ari Levinson. His skin was golden with a perpetual tan, and his brown hair had sun-kissed blond highlights that shimmered in the daylight, though they were dimmed a bit in the shadow of his car.Â
Still, as he grinned at you, showing off his pearly whites framed by his dark beard, you couldnât help but feel like the summer sun had taken a liking to you and sat beside you. When he looked at you like that, with that smile and those blue eyes shining like the sun off the ocean waves, you wondered what it would be like to have his attention all the timeâto be more than just the sugar baby he took on occasional dates when he wanted to have fun.
Pushing those bothersome romantic notions aside, you raked your eyes down Ariâs form, noticing that heâd dressed down for your date. He wore a soft denim, long-sleeved button-up over a simple white t-shirt and tailored slacks. Casual loafers and sunglasses perched on top of his head completed the look. Even in such a simple outfit, he looked good.Â
âShow me.âÂ
His voice was a deep rumble that pulsed between your thighs, and you flicked your gaze back up to his face, finding heat in his expression, the same mischievousness in his eyes thatâd been there since you got in the car. The corner of Ariâs mouth was curved in a smirk, and you felt another throb of warmth in your core.
Your lips curled at the edges, a wicked smile curving your mouth as the energy in the car crackled around you, spurring your heart to beat a little faster. You knew exactly what Ari wanted you to show him, and you knew it was naughtyâbut that was part of why you liked spending time with your sugar daddy.Â
Ari was always urging you to be a little daring, to do something that made your heart race and your breath come a little faster. He didnât push you, so much as guide you down the path to depravity, and you followed him willingly. You never felt more alive than when you were with Ari.
So while you smiled at him, you spread your legs on the leather seat of his Lexus, the short skirt of your dress falling between your parting thighs. Ariâs smirk deepened with satisfaction as he watched your movements with rapt attention. Your fingers toyed with the edge of your dress, the fabric having ridden up quite high on your thighs.Â
But before you could reveal what was beneath your skirt, you looked away from Ari, and it crashed over you that you sat in a car in the middle of a busy Manhattan street surrounded by other people. There were folks driving in their cars just outside your window and others walking by on the sidewalk beside where Ari was parked. There were even people filling up the buildings that overlooked the street. They were everywhere around you.
âDarling, look at me,â Ari murmured, his tone entreating enough to call your attention back to him.Â
You noticed his sparkling eyes had lost some of their mischief when you looked back at him. But the steadiness of his gaze had you relaxing when you hadnât even realized youâd tensed up, and the corners of your mouth flickered in an uncertain smile.
âDo you trust me?â Ari asked simply. His face was open, no hint of pressure in his tone or voice.Â
For a brief moment, you considered his question, then you nodded your head. You watched as warmth flooded into his gaze, and it made you feel a little more sure.Â
âLift your skirt for me, darling,â he implored, his eyes dropping to where your thighs were still spread, the flimsy fabric of your dress barely hiding your core. âShow daddy what you have under your pretty little skirt.â
You gathered every ounce of braveness in your body and pulled up the hem of your skirt. There, nestled between your spread thighs, was your bare pussy. The air in the car seemed to heat by a few degrees when you heard Ari suck in a sharp breath.
It had been Ariâs idea for you to go without panties on your date, and youâd agreed, the idea sending excited thrills through your body. Walking through the halls and the lobby of the Manhattan high-rise you called home, youâd felt like you had a secret that only Ari knew, and it gave you a delicious kind of satisfaction showing your sugar daddy how youâd gone without panties, your pussy fully exposed beneath your dress.
âYou have such a pretty cunt, darling,â Ari groaned, his hand sliding up your thigh until the tips of his fingers teased the top of your slit.Â
You bit back a gasp and squirmed in your seat, trying to hold your hips back from thrusting into his touch.Â
âI never get tired of seeing this pussy, and how wet she gets for me.âÂ
His fingers spread your lower lips and he brushed ever so gently over the tip of your clit, making you twitch in your seat, your legs shaking with the effort it took not to close them on his hand and trap him against your heated core.
âAnd the way your thighs tremble for me,â Ari rumbled, pulling away from your quickly dampening slit to grope roughly at your plush softness, his grip possessive in a way your sugar daddy rarely was.Â
âAri.â His name was a breathy exhale, an undercurrent of admonishment in your tone as his touches stoked the blazing fire in your core, making you squirm even more on the seat. A sliver of worry wormed into your mind as you remembered the leather you sat on, which would surely stain if he kept touching you, and you gasped, âThe seat.â
Ari only chuckled, the sound cavalier in a way that made butterflies take flight in your belly, but before you could chide him again, his hand was slipping back between your thighs. Ari dragged a finger from the bottom of your slit all the way to the top, flicking your clit and wringing a moan from your lips as your thighs trembled on the seat.
Then he was pulling his hand away, leaving you to drop your skirt to cover yourself, and popping his finger into his mouth. Your sugar daddy made a show of savoring the taste of you, and your head fell back against the headrest. You watched him suck your taste from his skin, your breaths heavy in your chest while Ariâs eyes sparkled with mischief.Â
âMm, sweet as apple pie,â he praised, making heat rush to your face while you shook your head and rolled your eyesâeven as your chest warmed at the compliment. Ari was grinning shamelessly at you when he grabbed your face gently and pulled you gently across the car toward him. âCâmere, darling, see how sweet you taste,â he murmured against your lips before kissing you.
The musky flavor of your body made you moan into Ariâs mouth, your sugar daddy devouring every little noise you made while he kissed you thoroughly. You sank into him, reveling in the smooth glide of his lips and the possessive exploration of his tongue. Your fingers curled around the collar of his denim shirt and you clung to him, feeling the edge of something more in the way he kissed you. It left you breathless when you finally pulled away.
You fell back into your seat with a soft âoomph,â the breath rushing from your lungs when you looked into Ariâs eyes. His blue gaze was softer than youâd ever seen it, and there was something in depths of his eyes that you couldnât quite placeâaffection or fondness maybe.Â
A small, uncertain smile curled your lips, your heart thumping in your chest as you wondered if thatâs how Ari looked at someone he truly cared about. Someone special to him, who had a more permanent place in his life than the sugar baby he called when he wanted to have some no-strings-attached fun.Â
For the briefest of moments, you could pretend Ari was more than your sugar daddy, and you were more than his sugar baby.Â
But then the moment ended, and Ari cleared his throat as he looked away, focusing on the wheel and gear shift of his car to put it in drive. A silent sigh of disappointment gusted from you, and you turned toward the passenger side window, intent on watching the city fly by once Ari eased into traffic.
To your surprise, Ariâs hand slipped into one of yours, his palm pressing against yours while he laced your fingers together. Your breath hitched with uncertainty even as the corners of your mouth flickered in a smile. It took you a moment to get used to the feeling of his hand in yours, turning it over to trace the veins on the back gently while he maneuvered his Lexus through the Manhattan streets.
It had only been a few months since youâd started seeing Ari, and while his touches were often greedy when you were fooling around, he hadnât been prone to physical displays of affection since the first few dates you went on with him. Back then, heâd reached for your hand a few times, but after a point heâd stopped.
Truthfully, it had been a relief. One of your greatest fears was falling for a sugar daddy who didnât return your feelings, and considering how handsome Ari was, youâd known it was a serious risk getting into a relationship with him. But heâd been so charming and carefree, you didnât think it would be a problem to keep your heart out of things. He didnât seem like he was looking for anything serious anyway.
So youâd focused on having fun, and that had been easy. Ari took you to expensive restaurants with delicious food in New York City, or heâd fly you somewhere else if he was itching to get away for a little bit. During meals, youâd chat about trivial things, then fall into bed together as soon as you were back in whatever hotel room Ari had booked for the night.Â
You didnât quite know why your conversations didnât go deeper than the shallow things you talked about, but you didnât question it. It made everything so much easier if you didnât truly know Ariâif he didnât know you either. So you just stuck to safe topics, like planning dates and having sex.Â
Your relationship with Ari was a nice change of pace for you. He was far from your first sugar daddy, and youâd learned some hard lessons in your past relationships. Too often, sugar daddies wanted to know things you werenât comfortable sharing, but Ari had never pried. Heâd set boundaries and didnât push them. You were grateful for that.
But another part of you, a part that started off small and was growing with every date you went on with Ari, yearned to know more about your sugar daddy. You wanted to know what he liked to do when he wasnât working or taking you on dates. You wanted to know if he had any family, if he celebrated the holidays with them. You wanted to know if heâd ever had his heart broken.Â
Tamping down on those curious thoughts, you focused on the presentâthe music that was playing gently in the car, and the scenery passing by your window. The skyscrapers and high-rises of Manhattan had given way to the tightly-packed homes of the suburbs.Â
Biting your tongue against all the questions you wanted to ask, not even sure how youâd begin to try to get to know your sugar daddy betterâlet alone whether it was a good ideaâyou sat in silence with Ari. The suburbs eventually gave way to the lush forests and hilly countryside of the Hudson Valley, giving you something prettier to look at.
It was too early in September for the leaves to be changing yet, but there were glimpses of golden yellows and warm oranges among the green foliage. A hint of what was to come. Autumn was inevitable and you found comfort in the changing seasons.Â
Cozy weather was right around the corner, and you couldnât wait for it. Hot apple cider and pumpkin pie, butterscotch cookies and mulled wineâyou were a glutton for all the food and beverages associated with the autumn months. And you liked to make them yourself from scratch whenever possible.Â
It was part of the reason youâd wanted Ari to take you apple picking, though he didnât know that. Heâd just accepted the request and planned the date.Â
After a little while more of driving, Ari pulled off the paved road and onto a dirt track. There was a sign for Brothersâ Apple Orchard fixed to a worn, wooden fence, though dense trees hid the farm from view.Â
A little ways down the dirt road, the trees opened up into a large parking lot that was already packed with families and groups of friends going apple picking on the warm September afternoon. The sight and sounds of all the people had nerves twisting in your stomach, and you wondered if it had been a smart idea to go without panties to a place that was meant for wholesome fun.
Youâd long since learned that Ari had an exhibitionist streak, and that day wasnât the first time heâd told you to show up to one of your dates without panties. Youâd always enjoyed the excitement in the inherent risk of wearing a dress without anything underneath, but heâd never taken you somewhere with so many families before. The consequences of getting caught seemed so much worse than they ever had before.
Ari mustâve felt your fingers tense in his because he gave you a comforting squeeze as he pulled his Lexus into an empty space and put the car in park. Once done, he looked to you, his smile faltering when he took in the way your brows were pinched and the corners of your mouth were turned down in an uncertain frown.
âDo you trust me, darling?â Ari asked, cupping your face and leaning across the carâs console to press his forehead to yours. His thumb stroked gently over your cheek, matching the sweeping of his other thumb against the back of your hand.Â
You were quiet for a moment, nibbling on your lower lip as you thought about his questionâreally thought about it.
It weighed on you a little that you didnât know Ari very well, especially since a part of you desperately wanted to, but that didnât mean you didnât know his character. Ari had never pushed you to do something you didnât want to do, and he always checked in with you when you were together, making sure you were comfortable and having fun. So while you didnât know his favorite color, you did trust him.Â
Exhaling slowly, you nodded, your forehead shifting against Ariâs. âI trust you, Ari,â you said, your voice little more than a whisper, like you were telling him a secret in the privacy afforded by the enclosed space of his car.Â
To your surprise, Ari sighed in relief at your words, the exhale so short and quiet, you wondered if youâd heard correctly. But you didnât have time to analyze it because Ari was pressing a quick kiss to your lips and then pulling back to open his door and step out into the September sunshine.
You watched as Ari rounded the front of the Lexus, a charming grin on his face as he winked at you over the hood of his car. It was only because you were alone that you allowed yourself a silly little giggle, your mouth spreading across your face in a wide smile. He opened your door and offered you a hand to help you out.
âCareful, darling, wouldnât want to give anyone a free show,â Ari murmured teasingly while you slid your hand into his, feeling the roughness of his palm against the pads of your fingertips.Â
A zing of thrill went straight to your core at his words, joining the sparks you felt when you touched him. The fingers of your other hand played with the hem of your dress as you stepped one foot out of the car. You darted a look around, finding you had some relative privacy between Ariâs Lexus and the next car over, and pretended to rearrange your skirt.Â
In reality, you flashed your bare slit for your sugar daddy, biting your lip and ducking your head when you heard his sharp inhale. Ari made a low, tortured sound and squeezed your fingers, practically pulling you out of the car before pinning you against the side.
âNaughty girl,â Ari growled in your ear, pressing his big body against yours so you were trapped between his hard muscles and the warm metal of the Lexus at your back. âYouâre going to get us in trouble if you keep flashing that pretty pussy at me, darling.âÂ
A breathless, disbelieving laugh gusted past your lips before you could stop it, even as your head went a little fuzzy from the familiar scent of Ariâs cologne filling your senses. It felt like the vetiver and leather on his skin was embedded in your mind as a reminder of all the pleasure heâd given you, and with his body pressed against yours, it took you a moment to respond.
âYouâre the one who told me not to wear panties to our apple picking date, daddy,â you reminded him, gripping the soft cotton of Ariâs t-shirt beneath his denim shirt, your fingers brushing against the sides of his tapered waist. You pushed yourself up onto your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, brushing your body against his firm form enticingly while your lips grazed along his scruffy cheek. âMaybe you shouldnât have done that if you didnât want me to show you my achy, needy cunt.â
A low growl rumbled in Ariâs chest and he pressed you harder against the side of his car, his body impossibly warm and hard through the thin fabric of your dress. You could feel every firm line of him against your soft curves, including the thick bulge digging into your stomach.Â
Then, as if that wasnât bad enough, Ariâs hands skimmed down your sides and dove beneath the hem of your skirt, palming your ass and kneading your soft flesh with firm, possessive fingers.
âDarling, if you keep saying such filthy things, youâre gonna end up in the back of my car with my cock buried in your achy, needy cunt,â he purred, a threat in his tone that he punctuated by nipping at your ear, making you gasp and arch into him, pressing your tits against his solid chest. âYouâre gonna get us banned from the orchard because you wonât be able to stop screaming while I pound your pussyâis that what you want?â
It was on the tip of your tongue to say yes.Â
In the short time since youâd stepped out of the car, Ari had you feeling wet and aching and empty. Warmth flooded your body that had nothing to do with the sun shining brightly above your heads, and you wanted badly for Ari to free his cock from his slacks and slide it inside you.
But then the shrieking laughter of children punctured the bubble of lust surrounding you, and you remembered exactly where you were. Shaking your head, you dropped your gaze to the edge of Ariâs jaw while you sucked in a deep breath, focusing on the fresh air beyond the scent of your sugar daddyâs cologne.Â
Ariâs big body eased back, giving you more room to breathe and you ignored the pang of disappointment at the loss of him. Instead, you let the crisp autumn breeze brushing against your cheeks and dancing between your thighs cool you down.Â
After giving you a moment, Ari curled a finger beneath your chin and tipped your face up to look at him. His brows were lowered and his eyes looked at you questioningly.
âDo you still want to go apple picking?â he asked softly, planting his other hand on the hood of his car, as if he needed to force himself not to touch you so you could answer his question. The thought made you smile, and his eyes dropped to your lips, his thumb brushing quickly over the bottom one.Â
âI do,â you said in a light, breathless voice, a smile teasing around the edges of your mouth. On a whim, you nipped at Ariâs thumb, giving him a smirk when his eyes darkened. âIf you think you can keep it in your pants until later, daddy,â you taunted him, pushing your hips forward so his bulge pressed into your belly.
âYouâre such fucking trouble,â Ari growled before his mouth captured yours in a searing kiss. One of his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you into him while the other cradled your head gently, holding you exactly where he wanted you while he devoured your mouth, his tongue sweeping possessively past your lips until you were moaning softly into him.
A loud, clearing throat had you finally breaking apart. Both you and Ari turned your heads toward the sound, finding a blonde woman raising an eyebrow at the two of you before cutting her eyes pointedly to the children beside her. Your cheeks heated and you buried your face in Ariâs neck to muffle a cackling laugh.Â
âApologies, maâam,â Ari called gruffly, raising a hand in a repentant wave.Â
The woman huffed and rolled her eyes, which only made you laugh harder, pressing your face deeper into the warm curve of Ariâs shoulder as you tried to stay quiet. When the woman and her family were finally gone, you leaned back, giving Ari a cheeky grin.Â
âThink sheâs gonna complain about us and get us banned?â you asked teasingly, sliding your hands up Ariâs chest until they rested on his shoulders, trying not to think about how easy it was to touch your sugar daddy so casually. âTell them we were acting indecently in the parking lot?â
Ari laughed, chucking you under your chin gently before ducking down for a quick kiss. âIf she does, Iâll just buy the farm,â Ari murmured against your mouth. âThey canât ban us if I own them.â
Your breath caught in your lungs at Ariâs pronouncement, surprise making your heart leap in your chest. Your sugar daddy had bought you plenty of expensive gifts since youâd started seeing him, but buying a farm so you could go apple picking in peace was on another level entirely. You had to wonder if Ari was serious, but the look in his eye was genuine when he pulled back.Â
âDonât give me that look, darling,â he rumbled, his heated gaze raking over your face, taking in your wide eyes and parted lips. His thumb stroked over your bottom lip, pulling on it ever so slightly to the side, sending a little thrill through your body. âOr we arenât making it into the orchard.â
You closed your mouth, swallowing thickly and bobbed your head in a nod. Then, you slid away from Ari, slipping from between his big body and the car and taking a deep, steadying breath.
Even with the warm September sun shining down on your shoulders, you felt a little cold without Ariâs heat and shivered. But you told yourself you were being ridiculous, shaking off the shiver and turning back to your sugar daddy.
Ari was standing with both hands planted on the hood of the car, his head hanging between them while he took deep breaths. He mustâve felt your attention on him because he lifted his head and gave you a charming smile.Â
âJust gimme a sec, darling,â he said, shooting you a wink before he straightened and dropped his hands to the bulge in his slacks.Â
You tried not to ogle your sugar daddy as he adjusted himself to make his hard length less prominent in his pants, but you knew what was hiding beneath his clothes and you knew how good his cock felt sliding inside you.
A sizzling, delicious warmth cascaded through your body, and you let yourself watch Ariâs big hands adjusting his bulge for a moment before tearing your eyes away and taking deep breaths of the fresh air to clear your head as much as possible.
A moment later, Ari slung his arm around your shoulders and together the two of you walked toward the entrance to the orchard.
It took effort, but you managed not to look down at the front of his pants, sure that if you did, neither of you would make it any further. And you did want to go apple picking. You had so many things you wanted to bake with the apples you were going to pick.Â
Keeping your chin up and your gaze forward, you and Ari walked to the small, squat red building that served as the entryway to the orchard. One side was for folks heading into the field of apple trees, and you joined the line while scrutinizing the size of baskets and crates you could get for picking.Â
Ari let you choose the size, and you picked a decent size wooden basket, thinking that would give you plenty of apples to use for baking. A farm worker explained that your apples would be weighed when you were done, and you paid per pound. Then they handed Ari a map that specified where each apple variety could be found, and the two of you were set free into the orchard.Â
âWhat kind of apples are we picking today?â Ari asked, peering at the paper in his hand while he snagged the basket from you.Â
You leaned into his side so you could read the map, and pointed when you found what you wanted. âHoneycrisp, honeycrisp!â you chanted, letting your excitement overtake you.Â
Ari chuckled, folding the map and tucking it into his pocket before giving you one of his charming grins. âHoneycrisp it is, honeycrisp,â he teased, smoothing his hand down your arm to lace his fingers with yours before he began walking into the orchard.
A shiver of delight raced down your spine at Ariâs gentle, familiar touch and the sweet new nickname. Heâd only ever called you âdarlingâ before, and while you liked the pet name, âhoneycrispâ made you feel closer to your sugar daddy because it was meant for only you. It was something people in a real romantic relationship did, wasnât it?
Your feet stumbled a little before you fell into step beside Ari. Out of the corner of your eye, you looked up at him consideringly, wonderingânot for the first timeâwhat he thought of you. If he thought you were someone worth caring aboutâif he thought of you at all when you werenât together.Â
Your sugar daddy flashed an easy smile at you, and you couldnât help but return the gesture, even as you thought about how difficult he was to read. He was always charming and easygoing, and it made it hard to figure out what he was really thinking, let alone what he was really feeling.
You did your best to push those pondering thoughts from your mind and simply enjoy the walk through the orchard with Ari. You reminded yourself that heâd made it clear he just wanted to have fun with you, so thatâs what you were determined to do: Enjoy the warm day and pick some apples with your handsome sugar daddy.
The honeycrisp section of the orchard ended up being quite busy, with families and groups of friends forming small crowds around all the trees closest to the entrance of the field. You paused for a moment, your face falling in a small frown.
Ari mustâve seen your expression because he tugged on your hand and led you past the crowds, strolling down a long row of apple trees to go deeper into the orchard. The excited chatter of other people faded until you could barely hear them and the farm grew peaceful. Finally, you came to the edge of the orchard, and Ari pulled you to a stop at the end of a row of honeycrisp trees.Â
âWow, thatâs a lot of apples,â you said, peering up at the trees around you. They were bigger and taller than the ones youâd passed that were being picked over by the crowds. Their branches were practically bursting with ripe, red apples, the color swirling with yellow and green as it often did with that particular variety.Â
It seemed no one else had thought to escape the crowds and venture deeper into the orchard, because you couldnât hear anyone else around. It was just you, your sugar daddy and the apple trees.Â
It was so perfect you couldnât stifle the beaming grin that spread across your face.
âShould I go back for another basketâor a crate?â Ari asked, a grin in his tone.Â
When you finally tore your eyes away from the trees and their bounty, you found him staring at you, something like fondness in his gaze. It struck you that Ari had no idea why you wanted applesâyouâd never told him you liked to bake or what you planned to do with the ones you pickedâbut heâd planned the date and was offering to help you pick as many apples as you wanted.Â
A warmth started in your chest, feeling as though it were wrapping around your heart and filling you up with a dizzying amount of sunshine, until your ribs were nearly bursting with it. Your cheeks felt warm, and your face ached a little from how wide you were smiling.Â
When you realized that you were staring back at Ari with just as much, if not more, affection than was in his gaze, you tried to tamp it down, forcing yourself to scoff lightly at his question.Â
âI think one will be plenty,â you said dryly, turning back to the trees and trying to calculate how many apples would fit into the basket Ari carried. Would it be enough for the apple crisp cheesecake recipe youâd been dying to try? You decided it would have to be.Â
âWhatâs going on in that pretty head of yours, honeycrisp?â Ari asked softly, curling a finger beneath your chin and tipping your face to look up at him. He eased your bodies toward each other and your arms wrapped naturally around his waist.Â
It wasnât until youâd pressed your hands to Ariâs back, your hands settling against the solid muscle of him, that you even realized what you were doing. When you did, you froze, feeling a little spooked by how easy it was becoming to sink into Ariâs casual touches and return them. It felt like there was a growing intimacy between the two of you, and you didnât know quite yet how you felt about it.Â
âHoneycrisp?â you asked, latching on to the one thing you could think to say that would delay you needing to answer Ariâs question.Â
Heâd never asked you what you were thinking before. When he checked in with you, his questions were always more direct, and more specific about what you were doing. You didnât know if he really wanted to know, so you hoped a distraction might work.
Ariâs grin turned a little mischievous, like he knew what you were doing, and he wrapped his arms around you, hauling you up against his large, firm body. He ducked his head and nudged your nose with his, tickling your cheek with his beard until you laughed softly into his scruff.
âIt fits, doesnât it?â he asked in a low, rumbly voice that sent warmth dancing through your body. âYouâre sweet as honey and as delicious as an apple crisp.â He kissed your lower lip, sucking on its plumpness with a slow, deliberate drag that had you nearly moaning into his mouth.
âYeah, I like it,â you murmured when he released your lip, your voice obscenely breathy as your eyes fluttered open. You couldnât remember closing them. Being so close to Ari, having his arms around you and his lips on you, was rattling your brain a little.
âNow, darling honeycrisp, tell daddy what had you thinking so hard about those apples,â Ari rumbled, his voice sweetly coaxing as he brushed butterfly kisses along your jaw. His lips were soft and his beard was coarse, and the contrast of the sensations had you sighing softly and melting further into his arms. âUnless you donât want to tell me?â
There was a thread of uncertainty in Ariâs tone as he voiced the question, like he wasnât sure if he was pushing too hard by asking you to tell him what youâd been thinking about.Â
It was so different to how other sugar daddiesâother men in generalâhad treated you. Theyâd always demanded you tell them whatever they wanted to know, as if they had a right to every part of you.Â
But Ari wasnât like that. Heâd never been like that, and it didnât surprise you that the first time he asked something even remotely personal, he was still giving you the opportunity to sidestep the question if you didnât want to answer. It made you want to tell him all the more.
âI was thinking about what I want to bake with the apples we pick,â you answered, a smile teasing around the edges of your mouth. âAnd trying to make sure one basket would be enough.â
Ari brushed a kiss to the apple of your cheek, as if thanking you for telling him. Pulling back a bit so he could look at you, he tilted his head to the side in curiosity.
âYou like to bake?â
You felt a little shy in the moment, ducking your head under the weight of his sparkling blue eyes, and nodded. âYeah,â you said shrugging as if it was no big deal. Then, when Ari didnât reply right away, you went on, filling the silence by answering a question he hadnât asked. âI donât usually tell sugar daddiesâthe one time I did, he got weird.â
Biting your lip to stem the flow of words from your mouth, you winced. You werenât sure if Ari had known youâd had other sugar daddies before him, but it felt awkward to acknowledge the fact even if you werenât ashamed of it. Besides, something inside you rebelled against the idea of lumping Ari in with all your other sugar daddiesâhe truly wasnât like anyone else youâd been with.Â
âWeird how?â Ari asked in a tone gentler than any youâd heard him use before. One of his hands cupped the back of your neck, but he didnât try to make you look at him, just stroked your skin with his thumb. The gesture was so profoundly comforting that you lay your head on his shoulder and gave a sigh of relief.Â
âOnce he knew I liked to bake, he expected me to bake for him,â you explained slowly, choosing your words carefully. âBut not just bakeâhe bought me an apron and skimpy little dresses to wear underneath it with these ridiculous heels. He wanted me to bake for him andâŠservice him.âÂ
You pressed your face into Ariâs shoulder, remembering the experience and cringing over what youâd let that man talk you into. He was a major reason you appreciated Ariâs boundaries so much. You felt safer, like things couldnât spiral out of your control, with the boundaries your sugar daddy had set in place.
After youâd answered his question, Ari stayed quiet, just holding you, his thumb stroking soothingly over the back of your neck. His big arms felt so steady around you that you couldnât help but take comfort in them, and you went on, feeling safe enough to tell Ari the rest.
âHe took all the joy out of baking,â you said in a small voice. âI stopped seeing him soon after, but he wasnât happy about it.â
Ari exhaled a sharp breath and he squeezed you in his arms, holding you tight for a long moment before he eased up a little.Â
âThank you for telling me,â he murmured, brushing a kiss to your forehead. âI would love to try your baking, but only if you wantâhell, you can come over today and use my kitchen and bake in one of my shirts if you want.â
A relieved laugh gusted out of you, and you were so glad Ari understood that it took you a moment to realize heâd invited you to his apartment.Â
Youâd never seen where he livedâand even though he paid for it, heâd never been inside your apartment either. Ari had always gotten hotel rooms, even for dates in in the city.Â
You hadnât thought much about it beyond appreciating the fact that Ari didnât act entitled to be in your space because he paid for it. But now he was inviting you to his apartment, his space, and you didnât know what to make of it.
Pulling back, you gave him a curious look.Â
âAre you sure?â
Ari leveled you with a look of his own, and though his gaze was serious, there was a hint of amusement in the curve of his mouth. âAre you sure?â he countered, his voice going low and rumbly as he went on. âIf you start baking in my kitchen wearing only my shirt, thereâs a very good chance Iâll eat more of you than whatever you make.â He raised his eyebrows, as if to drive home the lewd insinuation of his statement.Â
But despite his dirty warningâor perhaps because of itâyou only warmed to the idea of baking in Ariâs apartment. It sounded fun in a way it hadnât been with your past sugar daddy and you bounced on the balls of your feet as excitement flooded through you.Â
âDonât threaten me with a good time, daddy,â you sassed, shifting your arms to wind around Ariâs neck. You used your hold on him to keep your balance as you pushed up onto your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his scruffy cheek. âI already know what I want to make.â
Ari chuckled, giving you a quick kiss before pulling out his phone and telling you to pull up the recipe so that he could forward it to his assistant to make sure his apartment had everything youâd need. You did as he asked and handed his phone back to him, watching for his reaction to the recipe youâd chosen.
To your delight, Ari groaned like he was being tortured, his thumb flicking over the screen as he scrolled through the recipe to look at all the pictures.
âYouâre gonna make this?â he asked, before reading out the title, âAn Apple crisp cheesecake?â He made another agonized sound before looking to you for confirmation.
You couldnât help but laugh at his reaction, knowing he was excited despite the miserable noises he was making, and nodded eagerly to answer his question.
Ari shook his head with a disbelieving look on his face and tapped out a message on his phone before pocketing it again. Then he grabbed you around the waist and hauled you against him again.
âYouâre trouble for my pants, honeycrisp,â he muttered, dropping a too-brief kiss to your lips. âFirst you make me hard enough I feel like Iâm gonna pop my zipper.â He trailed kisses along your jaw and down your neck in between his words, his mouth and beard tickling your skin while you melted into his arms. âNext youâre gonna fill me up with apple crisp cheesecake until my button breaks.âÂ
You made a sound that was half-laugh, half-moan as you tipped your head to the side, giving him more access to nip and lick at your neck while you clung to his shoulders, your knees going weak from your sugar daddyâs attention.Â
âYou donât need to eat that much cheesecake, Ari,â you wheezed in between bouts of laughter, giggling harder when he nipped playfully at your ear.
âIf itâs as delicious as you, I donât know how Iâll be able to stop myself,â he flirted, kissing the spot just beneath your ear that had you shivering in his arms.Â
âAri,â you said his name on a breathy exhale, and it was a good thing his lips captured yours in a searing kiss, because you didnât have any hope of responding to his compliment. Instead, you showed him how much you appreciated it by kissing him back hard, your fingers tangling in his soft brown hair as you clung to your sugar daddy and made out in the apple orchard.
By the time Ari pulled away to let you get some air, you were breathless and happier than youâd been in a long time. To your own surprise, you felt good about opening up to Ari and telling him about your past bad experience. Heâd made you feel heard and cared for, all while giving you reason to believe heâd never do anything like that to you. He made you feel safe in a way you hadnât with any of your other sugar daddies.Â
Because of all that, you were actually excited to finally see his apartment. It felt like an important step, the beginning of something new, perhaps something deeper, and though there was an undercurrent of anxiety in your belly, you were more excited than anything else.Â
And if you werenât mistaken, Ari looked excited, too. His eyes were looking at you with affection in their depths, and his mouth was curved into a genuine smile.Â
As he grinned down at you, Ari let his hands slide down from your lower back to your ass, groping you through your dress before swatting the soft cheeks lightly.Â
âAlright, honeycrisp, these apples wonât pick themselves,â he teased good-naturedly. âAnd Iâve got a craving for some apple crisp cheesecake now.â He waggled his eyebrows at you, making you laugh.
But you forced a serious expression onto your face and gave him a mocking salute. âYes, sir,â you said in a deeper voice, trying to tamp down on the smile that wanted to break free.
You lost the battle when Ari gave a loud laugh, his head tipping back and the sun shining down on his golden face while he gave into your silliness. He recovered quickly, though, looking back down at you fondly as he rumbled, âThatâs âyes, daddyâ, to you, honeycrisp.â Then he slapped your ass a little harder to urge you to get a move on before he finally, reluctantly, pulled away and turned in the direction of the apple trees.
To ease some of the disappointment you both felt, Ari gave you a salacious wink that had your cheeks warming again. You couldnât even blame the September sun on the heat in your face. Your sugar daddy was just so hot, it was hardly even fair.
To distract yourself from wanting to curl up in Ariâs arms and say to hell with apple picking, you snatched up the basket heâd dropped, arching your back and popping your ass to give him a peek at your pussy, then straightened and skipped to the nearest apple tree to start picking.Â
When you chanced a glance over your shoulder, you saw Ariâs eyes were heated and staring at the way your skirt fluttered around your ass, his big hand palming his bulge in his pants. You wiggled your ass for him, turning back around to hide your laughter when his long-suffering groan met your ears.Â
But you couldnât keep your eyes off Ari and you turned your head to watch him out of the corner of your eye, catching him swiping a hand down over his face while he shook his head. Something about the gesture sent your heart pitter-pattering in your chestâwhich only got worse when Ari caught you looking and winked while he adjusted himself in his pants.
You felt giddy as you refocused on the tree in front of you, your breaths coming in soft little gasps as excitement and desire swirled in your core. It took you a long moment to gather your thoughts and remind yourself that you could not jump your sugar daddy in the middle of an apple orchard that was open to the publicâno matter how much you desperately wanted to.Â
With slightly shaking fingers, you began to pick apples, doing your best to pay attention to what you were doing and make sure you were selecting the best fruit you could find. If Ari was going to try your baking for the first time, you wanted your apple crisp cheesecake to be the best that it could possibly be.Â
Ari came to stand beside you, and though you wanted him to put his hands on you, you were happy to see him dedicate himself to the task of picking apples, even reaching up to the branches that were too high for you. In turn, you showed Ari how to check for bruises and other unwanted things in the fruit before adding them to the basket at your feet.
Between the two of you picking apples, it wasnât long before the basket was nearly overflowing, but you were having so much fun, you didnât want it to end. So when Ari asked if you still needed more, you gave him a shy smile and said just a few. You didnât want him to go get another basketâbecause, really, you didnât need that many applesâbut you didnât want the apple picking part of your date to end just yet.
Your sugar daddy seemed to understand your desire to linger because he didnât call you out on the fact that your basket could barely hold any more apples. Instead, he flashed you an indulgent grin and nodded, joining you under the apple tree where youâd been picking.Â
But rather than moving beside you, as heâd stood while youâd worked together, he came up behind you so that his chest was brushing against your back. His hands settled lightly on your waist, loosely caging you in beneath the apple tree with your body facing the trunk.Â
He ducked down so his scruffy, bearded cheek was pressed to yours and pointed to a cluster of apples just out of your reach. âWhy donât you grab one of those?â he suggested, the practiced innocence in his tone nearly making you snort with laughter.Â
You knew Ari was playing a game, you could feel it in the mischievous tension crackling in the air, and you were almost certain it would lead to some sort of naughtiness in the orchard. But your body was wound tight, and you wanted to get up to a little mischief with your sugar daddy, so you decided to play along.Â
âI canât reach, daddy,â you simpered, proving your point by reaching your hand up to show that the apples were too high up, your fingertips only barely grazing the fruit. You used the movement to deliberately push your ass back into Ariâs lap and you had to smother a giggle when you felt the hard ridge of him in his pants.
âLet me help, honeycrisp,â Ari rumbled, and though you couldnât see his grin, you knew it was there by the warmth in his voice. You bit your lip against your own wide smile.
Ariâs hand slid down your side, all the way to the back of your thigh, before he gently grabbed your leg behind your knee to lift it until your foot was planted on a low branch. Then he guided your hips deeper into his lap, where you could feel the long, stiff length of his cock wedging between your ass cheeks through your thin dress.
âCâmon, honeycrisp, reach a little bit more,â he urged, tilting your hips and bending his knees so that his hard bulge was pressed against your bare slit. Then he surged forward, lifting you just a little off the ground while he dragged the thick length of his cock against your weeping pussy.Â
You fell helplessly against the trunk of the tree, the apples forgotten as a low moan slipped past your lips. Ari teased you with his clothed cock, and your spine arched to bare more of yourself to his hard bulge. Craning your neck to catch Ariâs eye over your shoulder, you gave him a desperate, pleading look.Â
âDaddy, please,â you begged on a whine, pushing back into his lap and wiggling your ass side to side to try to entice him into giving you something more. Youâd been teasing each other all day, and you were hitting a breaking point. You needed him to give you something.
Ari chuckled, burying his face in the side of your neck, his deep laughter rolling deliciously down your spine and settling between your thighs, until you were pulsing with desire. He curled around your body until he was surrounding you, your smaller form fitting perfectly within the cage of his arms.Â
He reached above you and easily plucked the apple heâd directed you to pick from the spot you hadnât been able to reach and presented it to you. At the same time, his other hand began to wander, groping your soft tits until you moaned prettily again for him.Â
âDoes it pass your inspection, darling?â he asked, urging you to focus on the apple he held in front of you.Â
Truthfully, you didnât care anymore about picking applesâyou had plenty of them in the basket at your feetâbut you did your best to look it over. You turned it over in your trembling fingers, checking for bruises and bugs. Finding it to be perfect, you nodded.Â
âYes, daddy.â
âGood girl,â Ari murmured, taking the apple from your hands and pulling away to set it on top of the pile in your basket.Â
You had to bite back a whine at the loss of him, but he was back against you a moment later, his warmth surrounding you as his arms curled around your body. His hands slid up your sides and cupped your tits, kneading them in his big, strong hands until your head fell back against his shoulder and you let out a soft whimper of need.
âNow is that enough apples, honeycrisp?â he asked, a hint of teasing in his tone.
âYuh huh,â you mumbled, nodding weakly as you arched your spine and pushed your chest into Ariâs hands. He rewarded you by pinching and plucking your nipples through the soft cotton of your dress, wringing a weak whine from your lips. âPlenty.âÂ
âGood,â Ari rumbled, pressing his face into the side of your neck, his mouth licking and nipping at your skin like you tasted as sweet as the fruit youâd been picking, his rough beard making you shiver in his hold. âBecause if I had to see your pretty pussy winking at me from beneath your skirt one more time while you were bending over or reaching for some apples, it was going to drive me fucking wild.â
A low moan slipped free from your lips while one of Ariâs hands skimmed down your front, sliding under the hem of your dress and cupping you between your thighs. His big hand covered your entire mound, which was sticky with your juices.Â
He growled when he felt just how wet you were, the sound reverberating down your spine and making your pussy spasm, more wetness dripping from your slit and into his palm.
âFuck,â Ari ground out through gritted teeth, his voice rough with his own barely leashed desire. âYouâre soaking wet for me, honeycrispâI gotta feel you,â he said, an urgency in his voice as he sank two fingers into your drenched hole, pulling another moan from you. His hips were grinding his bulge against your ass so hard, you could feel him throbbing. âGotta feel this tight warm cunt on my cock, âm not gonna make it back to the carâneed you now.â
âAri,â you whispered harshly, trying to sound angry, but the two syllables of his name came out dipped in desire and you felt your sugar daddy shudder against your back, his fingers working harder inside your sopping cunt, his palm making soft slapping sounds every time he bottomed out. âWe shouldnât.âÂ
Despite your weak protest, you rolled your head to the side on Ariâs shoulder, peering through the branches of the tree toward where youâd left the crowds of other apple pickers. They were still so distant you couldnât hear them over your soft, gasping breaths, but there was no telling when someone might stray from the others. They could stumble upon you at any moment.Â
The only protection you had from wandering eyes were the branches of the apple tree. Thankfully, they were close enough and the leaves dense enough that you couldnât see much beyond Ariâs big body, but if someone came close enough, theyâd no doubt hear you or Ari, and then youâd be caught.
âWeâre going to get arrested,â you scolded in a hushed tone before turning your head to bury your face in Ariâs beard and stifle the moan on the tip of your tongue. He hadnât stopped fucking you with his fingers and your reluctance was ebbing from your body just as surely as your desire was leaking into his hand.Â
Instead of responding to your statement with the seriousness you felt it deserved, Ari simply chuckled against your cheek and used his thumb to circle your clit, making your hips jerk into his hand, your body wordlessly begging him for more while you muffled a whine into the underside of his jaw.Â
âWeâll be fine, honeycrisp,â Ari soothed in a placating tone that made you growl like a feral kitten into his throat, so he switched tactics, his voice going low and rough. âDonât you wanna feel me, honey?â He asked, grinding his hard length into your soft ass until you mewled pathetically. âDonât you wanna drip your sweet juices all over daddyâs cock like a good girl?âÂ
It was on the tip of your tongue to give in. You knew you shouldnât. You knew there was a very real possibility that you could get caught, and it was only your fear of the potential consequences that held your words at bay. But Ari was well acquainted with the fear that held you back, and he knew exactly how to help you break through it.Â
âJust the tip,â he murmured, his voice so warm you could hear the smile in it. âJust take the tip, and stay quiet, and weâll be golden.â He nuzzled your face, his beard rasping over your soft skin and sending tingles of delight all through your body.Â
You knew it was a ploy. You knew that Ari knew that youâd never be able to settle for just the tip of his cockâafter all, you never had before. But it was easier to pretend you could settle for just the tip than to say yes to Ari fucking you in the middle of the apple orchard when there were people not too far away. It was the small step you needed to break free from your fear.
Lifting your head, you looked around. There was nothing to see except dense branches and leaves and endless apples. Ariâs body hid you entirely from sight, and you still couldnât hear anyone else close by, so if you stayed quiet, you really could get away with a quickie in the orchard.Â
A wicked smile spread across your face and you turned your head to catch Ariâs eye over your shoulder.
âJust the tip?â you asked, you voice laced with suggestion. You knew Ari was going to end up sinking much more of his cock into you, but you wanted to play along for a little bit. âPromise, daddy?â Your question was meant to sound innocent, but you couldnât help the way the corners of your lips wavered in an eager grin.
Ari chuckled and kissed the corner of your mouth, because he knew exactly what you were doing. âI promise, darlingâŠâ he said, trailing off as he pulled his fingers from your pussy with an embarrassingly wet sound that made him grin. âUnless, of course, you beg me like a good girl.âÂ
âHurry, daddy,â you cooed, wiggling your ass against Ariâs bulge, a teasing smile on your lips as you watched him over your shoulder.Â
Ariâs eyes darkened and then he was using his clean hand to fumble with his belt and fly while he swatted your pussy playfully with his drenched fingers. You gasped and twitched, trying to stay quiet and failing miserably as desperate keening sound slipped from your mouth.
At your urging, Ari wasted no time, shoving his pants open and pulling out his cock, pushing your dress up over your ass and rubbing the tip through your drenched folds. Both of you groaned, Ariâs face falling forward against your shoulder while you grabbed onto the trunk of the tree in front of you, trying to stay upright while your knees trembled.Â
Then Ari was pushing inside, the head of his cock sinking into the warmth of your pussy. The stretch of him was too delicious, and you moaned louder than was wise, but you couldnât help yourself. He felt too good.Â
âWhatâd I say about staying quiet?â Ari rumbled in your ear, right before he shoved his fingers in your mouth. The tart taste of your wetness mixed with apples burst on your tongue and you moaned again, licking wildly at his fingers to get as much of it as you could. âMm, thatâs it, clean up your mess, honeycrispâshow daddy what a good girl you can be.â
Ariâs other hand gripped your hip, holding you steady while he fucked you with just the tip of his cock, pushing into your tight hole and pulling free until the tease of it drove you wild.Â
âMm-oah, mm-oah,â you begged around Ariâs fingers, trying to push back on Ariâs stiff length and take more of him, but he held you still, forcing you to take only what he gave you. You bounced impatiently, the foot that was still lifted on one of the branches shaking it so furiously, the leaves rattled and a few apples dropped to the ground.
âOh, did you want something, honey?â Ari asked, his tone filled with mocking innocence as he pulled his fingers from your mouth. You shot him a half-hearted glare over your shoulder, pouting.Â
âI need more, daddy, please,â you begged, giving him your best desperate, pleading look while you pushed back against his hold, reveling in the way he didnât let you move to take him further. âPlease split me open with your thick cock, daddyâI need it.â
Ari blew out a sharp breath. âFuck, I wanna tease you some more, but I canâtâneed you too bad, honey,â Ari rasped, squeezing your hip while his other arm wrapped loosely around the front of your throat, so the bulge of his bicep was just beneath your chin.Â
âRemember, stay quiet.â His hushed words were your only warning before Ari slammed into you, shoving every inch of his hard cock into your wet, needy cunt.Â
A scream welled up inside your chest, your mouth dropping open as it clawed its way up your throat, but at the last second before it was set free, you managed to bury your face in Ariâs bicep. Your teeth sank into his warm, golden skin and you bit your sugar daddy while you screamed into his arm.Â
His tortured groan was loud, but only because it poured directly into your ear, the sound dripping in pleasure as your inner walls squeezed his hard cock and made room for the thick length of him in the depths of your body.
Bliss consumed you, the stinging edge of Ari pushing inside you so fast and stretching you so suddenly making your body burn all the hotter. Already, your cunt was pulsing around Ariâs cock like you wanted him to stay buried inside you for a long time and you sighed happily, pulling your teeth from your sugar daddyâs arm.Â
While Ari gave you a moment to adjust, his hand kneading the plush softness of your hip, you kissed and licked at the indents your teeth had left in his skin. He chuckled, brushing a kiss against your temple, an acceptance of your wordless apology.Â
âReady, honey?â Ari asked softly, nuzzling your cheek while he rolled his hips, grinding his cock into you in a way that had you moaning again. âThis is gonna be hard and fast. I canâtâI gotta pound your pretty pussy,â he rumbled, his tone almost apologetic with the urgency in it. âGotta feel you dripping around me, squeezing me, milking me.â
His hand shifted from your hip to slip between your thighs, his fingers finding your slippery clit and rubbing the puffy pearl. He grunted when you clenched around him, his fingers stroking you harder and winding your pleasure higher while he rolled his hips, fucking you in short, sharp thrusts.
âFuck, honey, fuck,â he bit out, his breaths heavy in between every word. âTell me youâre ready for me to move.â
âPlease, yes, move,â you cried propping your chin on Ariâs bicep while your nails dug into the trunk of the tree in front of you. You used your grip to brace yourself and push back on Ariâs cock, taking him deeper with every thrust. âNeed you, daddy, please, please, please,â you babbled, your voice coming out strained with the effort to keep it quiet.
âFucking right you need meâjust like I need you,â Ari growled, pulling his hips back and slamming forward, driving into you with so much force, you could hear the soft sound of your ass slapping against his thighs. âYou have the sweetest, tightest pussy Iâve ever hadâbest fucking pussy in the world. I dream about it when Iâm not with you,â he confessed, his words rough like heâd pulled them from the depths of his soul. âDream about pumping you full of my come until your bellyâs bulging with me, honey.â
Your mind reeled at Ariâs confession even as your body sank deeper into his hold. You were still trying to catch up on processing his words but your pussy was clenching around his cock greedily, as if begging for him to come inside you already.Â
In that moment, a singular truth crystalized in your mind: Youâd been deluding yourself into thinking you didnât care for Ariâthat he didnât care for you. It was very clear that Ari did care about you, and you cared about him.
All those boundaries in your relationship, you realized youâd been the one creating them, not Ari. Ari had been patient, chipping away at the walls youâd built around yourself until heâd somehow found his way in. Heâd dreamed about you, and youâd thought he was just another sugar daddy looking to have some fun. Youâd been so wrong about him.
At the weight of your realization, you nearly collapsed against the tree, but managed to hold yourself up, sobbing with pleasure and emotion. Ari seemed to sense the shift in your mood and he slowed his movements, as if he was going to stop, but you shook your head, feeling feral with your need for him.Â
âPlease, daddy,â you cried softly, your voice hoarse with the flood of affection filling your heart. It was emphasized by the feeling of Ari inside you, surrounding you, your body cradled in his arms while he fuckd you like he wanted you to never forget the feel of him. âFill me up, make me your perfect little cumslut, daddy, just keep meâkeep me.âÂ
âAlways,â he rasped, his lips at your temple. The promise in that single word buried deep in your heart, taking root.Â
Something changed between you and Ari, and you knew he felt it too because he started fucking you faster than before, his hips snapping harder against your ass so he could push deep into your cunt with every thrust.
âFuck, honey, âm almost there, are you close?â he rasped, his tone desperate.Â
Your head bobbed in a nod.Â
âUh huh, âm close, just need a little moreâŠâ you trailed off in a whine, trying to push back on his cock and grind your clit against his stroking fingers at the same time.
Thankfully, Ari understood what you were begging for, and he rubbed you harder, his fingers relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure while he rutted into your cunt.
âCâmon, honey, come on daddyâs cock,â he rumbled in your ear, his voice deliciously deep to match his dirty words and push you closer to the edge. âBe a good little cumslut and milk my cock, make me fill your sweet pussy with all my come, honey.âÂ
You buried your face into Ariâs bicep again, your teeth sinking into his skin as you screamed your release. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through your body, until your limbs were trembling and your fingers were shaking against the outside of Ariâs arm, having forgotten when youâd let go of the tree to cling to him.
With a grunt, Ariâs cock twitched inside you, reacting to the sting of your bite and the merciless grasping of your inner walls around his hard length. His hips stuttered, then he started fucking into you wildly, his thrusts falling out of rhythm while he chased his own release.Â
âGood girl, honey, so good, feel so fucking good milking daddyâs cock,â he muttered, cutting off on a deep groan while his cock throbbed inside you.
Ari spilled himself deep in your cunt and you moaned weakly, pulling back from his arm and licking his golden skin to sooth the indents your teeth had left behind. He tasted like salty skin and sweet apples and you hummed in pleasure as you rode out the remainder of your release with your bodies writhing together.
After a few long moments basking in the glorious afterglow of coming together, Ari took a deep breath and shifted his arm, chuckling lowly when you whimpered at the loss of his bicep to lick and kiss. He made it up to you by turning your head and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, pouring all the affection you finally knew he felt for you into the way his mouth moved against yours.Â
When he pulled away, leaving you slightly breathless, Ari leveled you with a serious look.Â
âYou know youâre special to me, donât you, honey?â he asked, using the new pet name that you knew was shortened from âhoneycrispâ.Â
Youâd been too wrapped up in your own head to notice the way it rolled off his tongueâit was an endearment for someone Ari cared about, someone who was special to him, as he said.
Biting your kiss-swollen lower lip, feeling a little abashed that it had taken you so long to realize what Ari felt for you, you nodded. You could feel your cheeks warming, and tried to duck your head, but Ari only chuckled and caught your lips in another kiss, though it was briefer.
When heâd kissed away your anxiety, Ari set about extricating himself from you, pulling free from your body and helping you down from the tree. He quickly stuffed his softening cock back into his pants and then helped smooth your dress back over your hips before doing up his slacks. You turned to him, brushing his hair back from his face and warming at the way he was smiling down at you.Â
Ari had an infectious grin on his face, and you couldnât help but return it, your heart feeling warm and cozy in your chest.Â
The two of you smiled goofily as you helped right each otherâs appearances. Once youâd fixed yourselves as much as possible, Ari stooped down to pick up the basket of apples youâd picked, then grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together and planting a kiss on the back of your palm before heading off back to the farm stand.
As you walked past all the crowds of people, you were certain everyone knew what you and Ari had gotten up to in the orchard, but no one stopped or stared or said anything. They were all too focused on their own friends and families and the task of apple picking to notice you and Ari, or your big, silly smiles.
At the farm stand, Ari paid for the apples, then loaded them into his Lexus before helping you into the passenger seat. He dropped a kiss to your forehead, then rounded the front of the car and slid into his own seat.
You were quiet on the drive back to the city, your mind ruminating over the beginning of your relationship with Ari. When you thought back to your first few dates, you realized youâd been the one who was hesitant to answer any personal questions from your sugar daddyâand youâd never asked any of him. Youâd also been the one to balk at the idea of either going back to his place or your apartment, leading him to get hotel rooms.Â
Ari had been the one to respect your boundaries, even as heâd tried to get to know you better. Heâd tried to ask you questions you felt comfortable answeringâit was how heâd found out you liked apple picking, because youâd chosen it as a fall-themed date. Heâd been so careful with you, it made your heart hurt a little that youâd kept him at armâs length for so long.
Turning from the scenery of the foliage fading into the cityscape of New York, you ran your eyes over Ariâs profile. His expression was easy, relaxed and open, the hint of a smile on his face. Youâd thought he just always looked like that, but you realized it was because he was with you.Â
Reaching across the center console, you scooped up Ariâs hand and laced your fingers through his before settling your joined hands on your thigh. He glanced at you, shooting you a quick smile and squeezing your fingers, before turning back to the road.
By the time the car pulled into the underground parking garage of the high-rise on the Upper West Side where Ari lived, you were resolved to try to let your guard down a little more around him. Ari had shown you he could be trusted with your heart just as much as your body, and you were determined to show him you trusted him with all of you.Â
Still, it was a little intimidating walking into his apartment for the first time, the anxiety that he was only bringing you there because he wanted something from youâsomething you didnât want to giveâwas a knot in your stomach. But then you looked at Ari and you realized heâd never do that to you. He was bringing you to his home because he wanted to, not because he wanted something from you.Â
Ariâs penthouse was warm and cozy, decorated in dark brown wood and warm golden tones, with hints of blue that reminded you of the ocean. You realized you knew Ari was a fan of the beach, because so many of the trips heâd taken you on had been close to the water. Walking into his home felt like walking into a reflection of his heart, and you didnât take that for granted.
After setting down the apples on a table next to the door and stepping out of your shoes, Ari took you on a tour of his apartment, both the upstairs and the downstairs (because it was big enough to have two floors!). He showed you every room, including his bedroom and his study, tugging you into each by your joined hands when you seemed hesitant to enter his spaces.
Ari left the kitchen for last, but the two of you lingered in the living room, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked Central Park. Ari wrapped his arms around you from behind, swaying you lightly from side to side, almost like you were dancing.Â
âYou have a beautiful home, Ari,â you said, looking out over the city and appreciating the way the buildings and treetops were cast in the warm, yellow glow of afternoon sunshine. An errant thought crossed your mind, that you could get used to the view from Ariâs apartment. It was stunning.
âThank you, honey,â Ari murmured, dropping a kiss to the base of your throat while his arms squeezed you tighter. He buried his face in your neck, so his words were a little muffled when he said, âI always hoped youâd like it enough to want to come over again and⊠again.â
You could hear in the pause of his words where heâd stopped himself from saying something different, and you wondered over it. But you knew yourself well enough not to ask. If just walking into his apartment felt like a big step, you knew asking him what heâd meant to say might spook you a bit too much, and you didnât want that. So you just hummed in response.
Ari chuckled, like he somehow knew it was taking effort for you to be in his apartment, and he thought it was cute how difficult it was for you. His mouth trailed up your neck, effectively distracting you from your thoughts, before nipping at the edge of your jaw.Â
âWant to see the kitchen now?âÂ
Nodding so eagerly, you nearly head-butted him, you turned in his hold and looked up at him with expectant eyes. Ari gave you an affectionate smile, then grabbed your hand and led the way to the kitchen.
Heâd saved it for last, and when you stepped inside, you understood why. A gasp slipped from your lips as you took in the beautiful space. The color scheme of the apartment carried over to the kitchen, with dark brown cabinets and lighter wood countertops. There was a pop of blue in the backsplash, and all kinds of expensive gadgetry.Â
You were so busy taking everything in, it took you a moment to spot the brand-new stand mixer sitting on the counter in a color that matched the rest of the room. Beside it were some of the ingredients youâd need for the apple crisp cheesecake youâd told Ari you wanted to make and you realized his assistant mustâve already come and gone.Â
Walking over and running your fingers over the sleek mixer, tears welled up in your eyes. It took effort to blink them away, and you shook your head slightly at yourself. It seemed silly to be crying over a stand mixer, but it felt bigger than that, like it was a sign of Ari making room in his life for you. He wanted you there, he wanted to keep you, like youâd begged him to.Â
âEverything ok, honey?â Ari asked, coming to stand behind you, but not touching you, giving you some space while you processed everything youâd realized that day.
âYeah,â you said, your voice thick, no doubt giving away the emotion you were feeling. Before you could overthink it, you spun around and threw your arms around Ariâs shoulders, launching yourself at him for a tight hug. âYou bought a mixer,â you stated, as if that was explanation enough.Â
A soft laugh rumbled in Ariâs chest and he swept a hand down your spine, comforting you while a few tears leaked down your cheeks and into the collar of his denim shirt.
âWell, yeah,â he responded good-naturedly, a smile in his voice. âI did say I wanted you to want to come back, didnât I?âÂ
âUh huh,â you mumbled, laughing a little at his comment. Then you murmured, in a small voice, âThank you.â
âAnytime,â Ari said, sounding genuine.Â
For a long moment, you hugged him, and then you pulled away, swiping at your cheeks to clear away any tears or makeup.Â
âIs the offer still open to bake while wearing only your shirt?â you asked, tipping your head back to smile shyly at Ari while your fingers played with the collar of his button-up. Â
A grin spread across his face while shrugged out of the denim shirt. Then, to your surprise, he yanked his t-shirt off over his head, asking you which one you wanted.Â
You took the denim one with fumbling fingers, your eyes raking over his bare chest while warmth bloomed deep in your core. It wasnât the first time youâd seen Ari shirtless, of course, but you never got tired of looking at the expanse of his golden skin, dusted with dark brown hair that you wanted to rake your nails through.Â
Ari let you look for a moment, using your distraction to help you slip out of your dress. Then he eased your arms into the denim shirt and buttoned it up, his big hands pausing briefly to grope your soft body every few moments.Â
There was a glimmer of deep satisfaction in his blue eyes when he stepped back to look at you in his shirt.Â
âMm, you look so pretty, honey,â he rasped, taking one last look before crowding you into the counter at your back. His gaze darkened as he stared down at you, his grin turning wolfish when he rumbled, âI think I need a snack before you start baking.â
That was your only warning. You shrieked with surprised laughter when Ari hauled you back into the living room and tossed you down on one of his leather couches. Your giggles cut off abruptly in a moan when Ari descended on you, burying his face between your thighs and feasting on you like he was starving.
Your fingers twisted in Ariâs brown hair while he ate your pussy, encouraging you to scream your pleasure in the comfort of his home while he made you come against his mouth. You shattered apart with a loud cry while he fucked you with his tongue, his mouth greedily devouring your release, and the come heâd buried inside you earlier, like he hadnât eaten in days.Â
When he finally pulled away, Ariâs beard was soaked in your juices and he grinned up your body while you lay limply on the couch, your chest heaving as you caught your breath. Chuckling at the sight of you sprawled out on his couch, Ari pressed wet kisses to the inside of your thighs, licking the traces of your release from your skin.
âFuck, honey, I canât get enough of you,â he rumbled, his big hands kneading your plush thighs and hips, proving his point since it seemed like he couldnât stop touching you. The blatant need and desire in his voice sent a shiver racing down your spine.
âIf you keep going, I wonât have the strength to bake,â you warned him in a breathless voice, managing to lift your head enough to give him a stern look.Â
Ari laughed into your thigh, pressing one last kiss to your skin before he raised up and gave you a wink. âCanât have that,â he quipped, grabbing your hands and helping you up off the couch. You stumbled a little, your legs weak from your orgasm, but Ari caught you easily, wrapping his arm around your waist while he led you into the kitchen.Â
Once you were propped up against the counter near the stand mixer, Ari left to retrieve the apples from the entryway. When he returned, you noticed he carried a pair of slippers that matched the ones heâd put on. Without saying a word, he set them on the floor next to your bare feet and carried on to start washing the fruit in the sink.Â
You stepped into the slippers, your heart warming when you realized they were a perfect fit. For a long moment, you stared at Ariâs bare shoulders and broad back, wondering how youâd ever kept such a thoughtful man at armâs length. Well, you decided, once again, you wouldnât be doing that anymore.Â
Turning back to the stand mixer and the ingredients, you organized everything on the counter, going to the fridge to pull out everything else youâd need.Â
To your surprise, you and Ari worked well together in the kitchen. Once he was done cleaning all the apples youâd picked, he asked what he could do next, and you put him to work peeling and coring the fruit while you worked on the other elements of the cheesecake.Â
When it came time to bake, Ari took the pan from your hands and popped it into the oven while you set a timer. Tension crackled between the two of you after the oven had snapped closed, and you came together in a flurry of limbs. Ari guided you back into the living room while he kissed you, his hands making quick work of removing all your remaining clothes.
You rode Ari to another orgasm while the sweet treat baked, the golden glow of the New York City sunset keeping the apartment awash in warm hues that made you feel cozyâlike you were home.Â
Once you were both sated, you collapsed on top of Ariâs chest, burying your face in his neck and nuzzling into his beard. You inhaled the familiar scent of his cologne, vetiver and leather, with a little bit of cinnamon from baking, and melted against him. You wanted to breathe in nothing but that scent for the rest of your lifeâand you refused to let that thought scare you.
Ari pulled a flannel blanket off of the back of his couch and wrapped it around you both, your pussy keeping his cock warm while you cuddled together until the timer went off.Â
You couldnât help but laugh as you watched Ari take the baking pan out of the oven wearing only an oven mitt on his hand. You, meanwhile, stood off to the side with the flannel blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Heâd told you the blanket was highly flammable and insisted you stay clear of the oven with a stern look that made your insides go all gooey.
The two of you made out in the kitchen and made dinner while the cheesecake cooled. All the while, you kept thinking how easy it was to be with Ari, how you could see what your life would be like together. And you liked how it looked. You liked kissing him whenever you wanted and asking him about what movies he liked and what was the last book he read.
After dinner, you ate a slice of cheesecake together, and you couldnât keep your eyes off of Ariâs face, enjoying every little groan and expression of pleasure he made. It was erotic enough that you left the last bite for him, getting to your feet to walk around the table and straddle his lap.Â
He fucked you to another, blisteringly hot orgasm, and laughed only a little when you fell against his chest with an exhausted, but satisfied, sigh.Â
In a soft voice, Ari asked if youâd stay the night, and the hope in his tone made your heart warm enough that you ignored the brief flicker of anxiety the question prompted. You shushed the worry inside you and said yes.Â
Together, you cleaned up the kitchen and then Ari led you upstairs to the bedroom, pausing every few minutes to kiss you, like he wanted to remind himself you were still there.Â
He gave you some of his clothes to wear to bed and showed you where everything was in his bathroom. You couldnât help but notice that he had all of your favorite products, and a spare toothbrush for you. You smiled as you got ready for bed and slipped under the covers with him.
âDid you have a good day, honey?â Ari asked, pulling you into his body and wrapping you up in his arms. You were wearing one of his t-shirtsâa clean oneâwhile he had on a pair of boxer briefs. You hummed happily when your legs tangled together, enjoying the feel of his warm skin and tickling hair against you.Â
âMm, I had the best day, Ari,â you murmured sleepily, the comfort and warmth of his bed making it easy to let your exhaustion creep in. âKiss,â you said, turning your head and repeating the greeting Ari had given you when heâd picked you up.
Your sugar daddy chuckled, the sound rumbling down your spine and making your heart flutter with delight. Your eyes were already closed, but you could feel his smile when he pressed a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips.Â
âDonât worry, honey, Iâll still be here in the morning,â he promised, his words assuaging a fear you hadnât realized youâd felt, and you sighed in contentment.
Everything had changed between you and Ari, and you couldnât help but think it was for the better. You were still a little anxious about opening yourself up to someone, especially a sugar daddy, but Ari had shown you that you could trust himâreally trust him, with all your heartâand you were determined to do just that.
âGânight, Ari,â you whispered into the pillow that smelled like him, a hint of a smile in the curve of your mouth as sleep claimed you.Â
âGood night, honey,â Ari crooned in your ear, his voice gentle and soft and oh so affectionate. âMy sweet, sweet honeycrisp.â
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slim pickins
warnings; bad date? mentions of sex, cursing underage drinking and yes i meant for it to be written poorly i was trying to keep the humor of the album in the writing
no pressure tags; @murdockcastleslut @kimoralov3 @arkofblake
word count; 1911
summary; youre tired of not finding a decent guy who will treat you right and lay you right. at least not one you've known since you were kids. however you just cant help yourself. besides its slim pickins out here you take what you can get.
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i wanna make one thing clear, when i say there are no good guys left i do not wanna hear about you and your boyfriend of three years that can cook and loves your mom.
thats exactly what im talking about maddie!!! i dont give two fucks that he took you to barnes and noble and bought you every book you wanted.
they are all taken. its plain and simple.
which is why even with a full roster, im stuck taking fucking zander, yes with a z, to my friends' kegger.
i mean yea hes cute. hes tall, built but not that gross kind of muscly. but if were being real i shouldve known better when he was joking about being a male stripper when hes a ginger.
and i can tell kie is judging me, rightfully so. her side eye is lethal. when i introduced him to everyone she asked him about his greta van fleet tee and he said he didn't even know it was a band.
needless to say pope had to drag her away.
after that incident i decided it was best if we tried to talk away from the rest of the group. boy was i wrong.
"so what do you like to drink? ill go grab us something," i offer trying to start the conversation, also avoiding the usual problem with taking a drink from men.
"im good with whatever"
i like to think im not a violent person, but im about to be.
"does a beer sound okay?" i ask him grabbing a twisted tea for me from the cooler.
"sure thing." god why is he acting like such a bitch? i should ask him if he's on his period.
i hand him the can, our fingers brush and its my final clue for the night that i am definitely not going home with him. no spark at all. hes done just about everything else to piss me off.
he did the thing where he licks his lips exaggeratingly looking me up and down, making a point to make sure i saw.
he walks so slow for being 6'3.
and finally he tried to mansplain my career to me. i'd had just enough when he opens his mouth again
"ew, you like twisted tea? who likes sweet tea?" his face contorted in disgust, it was about to contort from my fist breaking his goddamn nose if he keeps talking to me like this.
"we literally live in the south dude." my face could not make it any clearer i am so done with this guy.
"still, sweet tea is disgusting. im not kissing anyone that drinks that nasty shit."
"who said i wanted to kiss your nasty fucking mou-" i was interrupted by the sound of a very familiar giggle behind me as his arm wrapped around my shoulder, the smell of his deodorant and sea salt that cover his skin start to put you at ease.
jj was always there when you needed him, sometimes even when you didnt but right now you couldn't be more grateful. "im glad you found those mama i got em just for you. remembered theyre your favorite. right?"
and you wanna know the best part? zander is shaking already pissed off that jj is at my side. territorial i guess.
"you mind?" he asks him nodding his head at me like im not even there.
jj cant help but laugh at him "yea bud i do mind. she's hanging out with me tonight. have fun with your ipa dick." and with that he steers us off to where the rest of the pogues are.
but not before i can look over my shoulder and give the ginger an innocent smile and a shrug as if i had no control over the situation, when really id pick jj over anyone else.
"you owe me a big fat kiss mama," jj whispers in my ear walking us over to where our friends are standing, drinks in their hands laughing and chatting up a storm.
"in your dreams honey."
"every night all night," he quips back before i shove him off me.
now before you give me shit, jj and i have had our fair share of fun, but unfortunately im starting to look for something more serious.
watching john b and sarah be disgusting together is getting to my head. popes got something going on with cleo and im starting to recognize the pattern. and before i know it everyone will be in love if i don't start making an effort in that department.
random casual hook ups aren't doing it anymore, especially considering they aren't even that good.
unless theyre with jj.
but hes not an option, theres too much drama. too much history. too much too much too much. im not what he needs and i know for a fact he doesn't want me in that sense.
is that a bit dramatic? probably.
i mean hes a great lay, he's hilarious, he's got that blue collar kind of muscle, and he genuinely cares about me.
so of course im not going to date him, why would i?
what do you mean make good decisions? id rather do things in the most difficult way possible!
"y/n youve gotta stop giving those guys a chance, im starting to feel bad for you."
"you try finding a decent guy in a ten mile radius." i glare at him, obviously not wanting to joke about this right now.
he sticks his hand out in front of me, "fine i will. let me see your phone."
curious to see what he will do i hand it too him unlocked, he swipes and taps for a few moments, smiling down at the phone before handing it back to you.
when you look back down at the screen all you see is your instagram open with his stupid fucking smiley face on the screen.
he took a picture of himself and posted to my story. written on the screen in bubble letters in my favorite colored heart 'my favorite guy <3'
"i think he's your best bet." that same smile facing back at me now, cockier than ever. so smug i wanna kiss it off his face
i cant help but roll my eyes. "jj im serious! at this rate im going to die alone. every decent guy is taken or unavailable. all i want is someone funny, kind, and attractive is that too much to ask for?"
"im right in front of you mama you dont gotta look far."
"jj we both know we're not the serious kind of relationship im talking about."
"you can think what you want too but ill be here waiting for that kiss you owe me."
"i think all that tequila youve been sipping has gone to your head maybank."
he stands in front of me, taking his signature red cap off his head and putting it on mine smiling down at me, "what do they say in those books you read? you wear the hat you ride the cowboy?"
"this no ten gallon hat and you are no cowboy."
we laugh at each other, its always been easier to do that then actually talk about our feelings. so i put his hat back on his head, backwards the way he i likes it.
"cmon y/n/n, have a few more drinks, relax and hang out and ill make you feel all better later yea? its what im best at, you know."
"its gonna take more than a few more teas to convince me jj"
"what about that thing you like that i do with my tongue, huh mama? doesnt that sound pretty good right now? i think it does."
"i give you one fucking compliment and it goes straight to your head."
"technically its about my head so that makes perfect sense," he hands me another can with that stupid signature smirk of his and his stupid sexy hat backwards. i hate to admit it's working on me.
just like it does every other time.
i squint my eyes at him taking the can, rolling the idea around in my head. "fuck it. its not like anyone else is offering," i take a big sip of my drink.
jj pumps his fist in the air like a victorious idiot giving a few woots and hollars before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder despite my wishes.
"jb!!" he shouts turning around to face him, "we're headed out!"
john b looks at the two of us shaking his head at how im kicking my feet to wiggle out of jjs oddly strong grip. "make sure you change the sheets when youre done!"
oh my god he did not just say that. "fuck both of you!"
jj just laughs carrying you back to the chateau like a kid who's excited to use a brand new birthday present.
"what happened to letting me have a few more drinks before we left??"
"youre just too irresistable mama, gotta have you now,' he gives my ass a light slap for good measure causing me to roll my eyes for the 600th time tonight.
"are you gonna put me down now?"
he pretends to look like hes thinking about it, "i guess. only so i can watch you walk away," he does as he says helping me get my feet on the ground.
"youre a pervert."
"no im flirtatious, and you love it, you know it makes you blush i see it. now go on and give me a lil walk yea?"
oh im gonna kill him...
oh wait! im gonna kill him!
"okay... fine. but no touching until we get home," i smile walking away exactly like he asked, but i know behind me he is a puddle of mud. standing still, about to start begging me to let him.
he finally catches up after a few seconds "mama please- cmon thats not fair. you look too good in those shorts you know i cant wait that long. just wanna feel you."
i cant help but giggle at his words, its honestly adorable how mopey he gets. like i just kicked his puppy or something.
"hands of jj i mean it... not until that door shuts behind us."
it didn't really matter that i can see the chateau or that ill be there in literally a minute.
its actually painful for jj to not be able to touch me as he pleases.
i turn around to face him with a cheeky smile. "you want me maybank?"
and of course he nods so hard it looks like his head is going to fall right off.
"come and get me," running towards the house, i can see the moment when his reflexes kick in, his boots thudding against the ground as he gains on me.
just before i can make it to the poarch jj wraps his arms around me, lifting me a few inches off the ground and spinning me around in a fit of laughter.
"okay! okay okay okay you win- you got me."
"oh ive got you mama, and im havin you for the rest of the fucking night," he presses a kiss to my neck hauling me inside, the screen door slamming shut after us.
am i gonna regret this tomorrow? most likely.
but what can i say? its slim pickins in this part of town.
#jj maybank#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank x gn!reader#outer banks x reader#jj maybank imagine#jj maybank fics#outerbanks x reader#outerbanks fics#my writing <3#short n sweet#short and sweet#fic recs <3#mama needs her jj#jj maybank need you by my side
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So, I think it is finally time for a whole history regarding the black goo guy. I put lots of thought into how the thing plays into the rise lore! I can finally share it!
First thing is first, the creation of the Key when the krang had first arrived.
Simple enough, make key trap krang who have invaded the planet into it. But. I have always wondered, how did they manage to get every single krang on the planet at that time into the key?
By this point I feel that the krang were at least somewhat spread around the area, and there were more of them than just the 3 we saw in the movie. I do not think they fought every single one to cram into a key.
So along side the key, they needed to also create a device to command that would spread around the world and obtain only krang, to put into the key. They ended up creating the goop guy. This would also explain the sort of ick-like look that the movies visuals had when trapping the krang.
The black thing they created worked! It did its job! Spread around the world and collected every krang on the planet to shove into the key! But now what?
The collecting creation grew impatient, what was its purpose now that its job was complete? So to the dismay of the 4 warriors at that time it began collecting and containing other things.. the 4 warriors saw the dark turn that their creation had taken, and decided that it needed a trap too.
A box, they just made a simple box. Its location is in Japan. People could enter and exit the box fine and ask questions but the black ick creation was trapped. Generations passed, the 4 warriors moved on, and the origin of the strange thing in the box was forgotten.
Eventually leading up to well... comic events.
Another thing I wanted to point out is, Big Mamas Orb! Look! Something designed to spread black little arms wherever she pleased to trap inside whatever she wants? Hello? Are you seeing that? To me this is just a refined form of the technology. Of the goop guy was version 1.0 gone wrong, Big Mama has version 4.74, now made safe for in-home use without the fear of a world eating monster spawning in your house!
Alright now we get into comic events.
So how did the krang key help its escape?
I figured that, the only thing strong enough to break the box trap made by the 4 warriors, was to use the power of something equal in power, that being another trap made by the same warriors. Therefore unless the 4 warriors created something else, or unless the goop thing wanted to sacrifice itself to break the box, the key was the only option.
Big Leo meanwhile, was the nutcracker to access the energy lmao. You guys all remember Karai yeah? She scarified herself to hold down the shredder in the twilight realm. Equal trade. Big Leo did the same thing, but instead of the shredder it was the krang key. Big Leo held down the key in exchange for himself. However, since a third party was involved (the goop shit), the black ick thing was able to intersect the energy, and repurpose it as means to break the box and escape. Which means Big Leo was only holding down the key in its physical form, while the goop guy stole the keys mystical/energy form.
What is the deal with Sprout then?
Sprout was about to do the same thing that Big Leo did, however the process was disrupted. And the energy while being processed and transferred was lost. Think of it like someone deciding to cut your plastic straw with scissors while you are drinking out of it and the fluid just spills everywhere. Thank you Poptart.
So what ended up happening was, he scarified his finger, toe, and a small piece of his mind for the key to be broken and the energy lost. It evaporated into the air.... Does this mean theres Sprouts finger and toe just?? floating around the Twilight Realm? yeah lmao probably.
How did Big Leo know about the goop thing to begin with?
I would like to imagine that during Big Leos timeline/krang apox, the box made a great place of refuge for people on the other side of the world. I cant recall where but I know it was stated that there are multiple hidden cities around the world, and by that time I would figure that even humans would need hiding from the krang. I also assume that there may be some form of communication between all refugees and hideouts around the world.
So, when word gets out to the goop guy that "hey, lmao, the key which is the one thing that can free you is over in nyc-" the goop guy would do all it can to send out a message over there that, Hey, if you can bring the key over, I can help get rid of the krang for good, there is definitely no catches :)
Big Leo eventually heard this message and proposition, he just needed to get the key. But well, looks like they could not get the key back from the krang in that timeline, look what happened.
Anyways, Big Leo keeps this offer in his head when he goes to Sprouts timeline. So when the foot keep coming back for Sprouts family to try and get the key that cant be destroyed, he ends up taking the offer.
Fire hurts it? How did that work here, but not save Sprouts timeline?
Fire worked as a temporary solution in Sprouts timeline! But since it was so spread out everywhere, the fire would not spread far, the goop entity could separate the fire from the rest of itself. It worked as a temporary thing but would never kill it entirely. Sprout and the rest of the timeline could never find and catch the core, it was always on the move, and could be anywhere in the world.
Fire worked in the box in Poptarts timeline however because the goop along with its core was contained within a small area. The core had nowhere to go to escape the fire, thus burning it. After it was burnt the Core was taken to Big Mama, who can possibly refine the technology or find another way to contain it, in case it activates again
Hey Ell what the hell is going on?
read da comic :D or re-read it, but if you did all that you are free to send an ask since I may have missed something or made something confusing!
Hey Ell, where is Big Leo?
Twilight Realm, like Karai! :D
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âą Silk and Seduction: His Control, Her Surrender âą
Paring | yunho x fem reader
Word count | 964
Summery | Trust is key and you trusted Yunho to no degree.ïżŒ
warnings | none idol au, dom!yunho, sub!reader, fem!reader, ass slapping, handcuffing, safe word, finger play, clit edging?
A/N - i think thatâs about it lol
You found yourself spread across the comforters of your bed, legs open and hands trying to cover your womanhood. Yunho, he stood at the end of the bed. His eyes hungrily eyeing every bit of you.
You blushed, your mind running with thoughts of his own. He was like an animal ready to pounce on his prey. You spoke, finally. âYunho⊠stop staringâŠâ
Yunho let out a chuckle, one that sent shivers down your spine anticipating his words or moves.
âI cant help it, you look so⊠helpless.â You whine, you loved it when he spoke like that. Like he had full control of what he was doing, and he did.
You soon found yourself beneath him, his eyes looking straight at you with a hint of knowing. You knew what he wanted and you were willing to give it to him.
âWhatâs the safe word?â He spoke lowly, his hand beginning to roam over the dips and curves of your body. You shiver, the safe word on the tip of your tongue.
âRedâŠâ You moaned out, but it came out as air. Yunho smirked. Something about you already so breathless and needy with just a single touch got him turned on even more.
âGood.â He got up, leaving you on the bed. You watched his every move, he stopped at a dresser. Your breath hitched, you knew what was to happen and it made you excited.
âOn your stomach and hands behind your back.â He demanded, no room for protesting as you did as he told. His hands gently traced your skin, the metal of the handcuffs sending a shiver over your body. You wore those handcuffs like a bracelet, you always have and when they were on you knew that what he was going to do next.
First shock.
Second surprise and lastlyâŠ
Pleasure.
The sound of a slap echoed throughout the room, a whine following after. A red hand print laid perfectly on your butt, Yunho gently rubbed the area before a small squeeze followed after.
âYunhoâŠâ You spoke softly about to speak again until another slap on your butt was heard again, you whine as you buried your face into the mattress.
âHead up, princess.â Yunho demanded, his other hand reaching to grab a chunk of your hair. You whine once more. A slap again and again and again, Yunho didnât stop until he was satisfied and when he did, he made sure to gently rub that area giving it a soft squeeze once here and there.
It wasnât long until you were sitting up leaning against Yunhoâs chest, your legs spread wide and your hands in fits behind your back. You felt his long slim hands trail down your stomach, he rubbed gently his other hand kneading your breast.
You held back a whine, watching as his hand moves down further just about to touch where you wanted him to. You waited, you could feel your own silk oozing out. You were barely touched and you were leaking already.
âStop teasing, YunhoâŠâ You whispered, your hips bucking forward. A slap on your mound stopped the second bucking of your hips. It was both surprising but pleasurable that you moaned.
His hand cupped you before his middle finger slipped itself between your folds, the feeling making you moan. He traced his finger up until he reached youâre throbbing clit, rubbing painfully slow as you cry for more.
âYunho⊠pleaseâŠâ You were practically begging at this point. His finger halted.
âWe just started, and youâre begging already?â His voice was filled with tease.
His finger went back to rubbing, this time faster. The feeling making you clench and moan, his other hand kneading your breast with his fingers rolling your nipple between them. You felt close, it never took you long to cum and Yunho knew that.
âRemember your safe word.â He whispered, he added another finger to the rubbing, double the pleasure. You buck your hips as you clench.
âCloseâŠâ He hummed before he stopped. You whine, your head falling back onto his shoulder as you calm down.
âWhyâd you stopâŠâ And just like that he went back to rubbing, this time fast. It was like he was trying to make you cum.
Before you knew it, you found yourself coming. Youâre body finally giving into the pleasure as you shake slightly, if you knew any better. You wouldnât have, Yunho didnât stop. His fingers kept going without a break, you let out moans, moans that showed you were overstimulated.
His fingers found your entrance before pushing two fingers in, you gasp as your walls clench around him. He began you pump as he curled his fingers knowing exactly where your sweet spot was.
âYunho!â You called out as he hit that spot none stop, his hand that was on your breast went straight to your clit. He rubbed adding to the pleasure you were feeling.
Youâre back arched as you cum for the second time, his fingers never stopped. You tried to squirm away but it was useless, Yunho was in control and he was the one who decided when to stop.
âOne more time, love.â He said, it was more of a told instead of an ask. You nodded breathlessly as you felt your body react to his none stop motion, you clit was swollen but it sent a wave of shivers through you. His fingers pumping and rubbing against your walls added to it. You felt like you were seeing stars.
You cum for the third time, your body shaking as you rode out the orgasm. Yunhoâs movements became slow but never stopping. It was amazing how much Yunho could make you cum in such a short time and you loved it.
âWe arenât finished yet, princess.â
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i would like to add onto this that if you have something genuinely in common with conservative david
and this might work a lot better in a place like a neighborhood or a party or a family reunion, rather than an organizing drive
is if he brings up politics or complains about something, agree with him but only so far as you agree with him
example: i am visibly queer and have spent most of my adult life in rural places, working on farms, in warehouses, drinking beer in the back of a pickup, etc etc. so am i going to be making conversation about who i vote for? absolutely not i dont bother looking people up i just vote working families down the ticket. but if someone complains about excessively large government, i can pipe up and say yeah it's terrible the feds are in everyone's business can you believe they're trying to pass laws keeping people from having surgeries their doctors say they need. if they complain about taxes i can say fuck yeah i hate seeing so much of my paycheck going to wars they way they treat those boys* when they come home is criminal. if they talk about the way things used to be you i can talk about what the soil was like before it was depleted and the vegetables got all tasteless. it truly doesnt matter how thin a slice that piece of the venn diagram is, if you can start a conversation from a place of shared values that is so much more likely to be a real conversation and not a lecture. whatever your pet issue is that you see an inroad to agreement on, talk about that
anyway im tiny and effeminate with a full beard and a fat ass and some men wont even look at me in case the faggotry is catching. but i can string fences and train dogs and i like both old time AND heavy metal and some pretty conservative extremely toxically masculine men will adopt me as a little mascot and i can do my little jokes and drink whiskey from the bottle and they'll listen a little bit and they'll be more ready to listen next time
i think a lot this really comes down to "more willing to listen next time." i think a lot of people feel theyve Failed if they cant convince someone in a trump hat that neopronouns are cool and sexy but no one likes to be evangelized to. i think a lot of the polarization comes from the preemptive belief that it will be a lecture or an argument and not a conversation. the way leftists and liberals act like trump voters aren't people doesnt help either. if i go to the grocery store and i look around i see people. broke people. people on their way home from work. tired people. people who don't have the money or energy to look after their kids as well as they'd like. theyre just fucking people.
Activism is not cold-calling.
Activism is not cold-calling, and this is critically important to understand.
I'm seeing a lot of posts on here about 'building bridges' and 'finding community,' and then (extremely valid) response posts saying "BUT HOW??" And I'm going to explain something that can be very counter-intuitive: there is strategy involved in community.
As a longtime volunteer labour organizer, Iâve taken and taught many trainings on the strategy of talking. Something that surprises a lot of people is the very first thing you do in a union campaign. You sit down with your organizing committee, take out pen and paper, and literally map it out. You draw a physical map of the workplace: where are the entrances, exits, break rooms, supervisor offices. Essentially, âwhere is it safe to have a union conversation.â Then you draw another physical chart of your coworkers. You sort out who is union-friendly, openly hostile to unions, or somewhere in the middle, and then you plan out very deliberately and carefully who talks to whom and in what order.
Consider: If Vocally Leftist Jane walks up to Conservative David and says "hey what do you think about unions," David is going to shut down immediately. He's not inclined to listen to Jane. But if Jane talks to Moderate Jason and brings him into the fold, then Jason is a far more effective strategic choice to talk to David, and David may actually hear him out without an instant reaction.
IMPORTANT CAVEAT: If Conservative David turns out to be Alt-Right David, and could be dangerous to follow organizers, we write him off. We are not trying to reach Alt-Right David. We are trying to reach Conservative David, who may actually be persuaded to find solidarity with other employees as fellow workers. Jason is a safe scout to find out which one he is. It does no one any good if Leftist Jane (or even Moderate Jane who is a visible minority) talks to Alt-Right David and puts herself on his radar. Not only has she done nothing to convince Alt-Right David to join a union - she's probably actively turned him against the idea - but now she's also in danger and the entire campaign is at risk. NOBODY WANTS THIS. Jane was NOT a hero for doing this. The organizing committee was foolish and enacted a terrible strategy to everyone's detriment.
Where you can make a difference is with people who will listen to you. You having a conversation with your well-meaning but clueless Centrist Democrat Auntie, and maybe gently helping her understand some things the media has been glossing over, is way more strategically useful than you marching up to MAGA Neighbour You've Met Once and trying to "build community" or "understand" them. They don't care. They're impervious, dangerous, and cruel. But maybe your beloved auntie will think about what you said, and then talk to her friend Anna who IDs as "fiscally conservative" but didn't vote because she can't bring herself to get on board with Trump. Then perhaps Anna talks to her brother Nic who has MAGA leanings but isn't all the way there yet. Proto-MAGA Nic would not have listened to you, nor would he have listened to Centrist Democrat Auntie, but he might absorb some of what his sister is saying.
This is not a cop-out or an echo chamber. This is you spending your time and energy strategically and safely. You are not a useful activist to anyone if youâre dead. Anyone who is telling you to hurl yourself directly at MAGA assholes like cannon fodder has no understanding of the strategy behind community building, and you should feel comfortable writing them off.
Last point: If you are tired, emotionally devastated, and/or in danger: take a break. This post is for people who would feel better jumping into action, not for people who are too overwhelmed to even think about it right now. You are worth so much even if youâre not actively Doing Activism, and your rest is worth more than âa break period so you can recharge and Do More Activism.â We all deserve the individual dignity of being worthy of comfort, rest & safety just on the basis of being human, outside of whatever we're doing for others' benefit. To deny ourselves that dignity is to devalue ourselves, and thatâs the absolute last thing any of us should be doing right now.
#*yes they way they treat those girls when they come home is criminal too but the whole point of this strategy is taking community care#and putting a good ol boy hat on it#political ramblings
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Hii I love your writing and hcs, could I possibly request eyeless jack x reader fluff hcs of the things he would do with them in December like winter activities. :3 p.s he's my favorite demon boy.
Winter activities w/ Eyeless Jack
something something i know these posts take a few days to come out but ooough i hear my state is getting a cold front really soon and i am so ready for it. please i want it to feel like fall already esp now that im running around outside grrr notes: reader is gn, short post, non slender mansion au ej lives in the woods in some abandoned cabin cws: none
jack does... not like the cold weather that much and his cabin is not the best place to keep warm... but now he has you, and you make it very clear that your home is open to him at any time
its not until the snow comes that he becomes desperate enough to take you up on your offer- at least hes nice enough to tap on the window to get your attention before crawling right into your home! hes a demon but hes not a monster- to you, at least...
because of the aforementioned dislike for the cold weather a lot of the activities you do together are done inside... hes... actually a really good baker! even if he cant eat the food, hes more than willing to make something with you to pass the time together when its too cold to go outside!
feel free to describe the taste to him- he thinks its cute and endearing watching you make such an effort for him, to include him in the experience
hasnt seen a lot of movies so watching some classics are a MUST! even if they arent exactly winter themed- hes not going to complain about what you put on
though he may give some criticism-- he... hardly ever can find it in himself to just turn off his brain and enjoy something
he almost seethes like an angry cat when you jump into arms after you just got outside- hes already cold as is, and you dare make him even colder?
not the best heater, actually... his body runs cold :(
cuddling MUST be done with him bundled in blankets during the colder months
#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta x you#creepypasta imagine#crp x reader#crp x you#crp imagine#eyeless jack x reader#eyeless jack x you#eyeless jack imagine#canon x reader#canon x you#x reader
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Genuine question do you think there's a chance that Julius could be into Subaru? Because I only really hear about Subaru being into Julius when it comes to Juilsuba
(no arc 5+ spoilers in this post)
short answer: yes, i think thereâs a chance. a pretty good chance. but whether you want to interpret julius as being Romantically into subaru is up to you. however theres no denying that subaru is special to julius and that julius Loves this guy.
long answer: so i will give the following disclaimer to this, which is that i can only really speak for my own interpretations of the text. for this ask i talked a bit with a few different mutuals about this (bc while i really enjoy julius and julisuba A Lot i wouldnt consider myself an Expert soâpeer reviewing it is :3) butâyes im speaking for my opinions here, so in general i recommend looking over the text/media yourself to see what you think too đđ
and i think in general like. i wish we saw more subaru ships from the non-subaru lens of it!! :o speaking as someone whos made shippy content from both subarus pov and the other pov, while im not perfect with it either, i just think that itâs always important to get that other pov. and sometimes its kind of a forgotten part !! :< i just think its interesting 1. seeing someone fall in love from subaru, 2. getting that outside pov of subaru, and 3. it makes the dynamic truly equal to focus on the other side of it too đ i dont have a lot of julisuba content atm (this will change eventually) but in the past ive rambled a bit about juliusâs side of julisuba in one of myâŠ.. bdsmâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ posts :3 but anyway ill summarize what i think is going on with juliusâs side here:
for julius, his prim and proper knightly persona is pretty like. i get the vibe that hes really Cultivated himself into this over time, especially bc he wasnt involved with nobility until his parents died and his uncle took him in and joshua started trying to shape julius too into what he is now. julius used to be a bit of delinquent (dont know How delinquent he was exactly but just that he was) and of course theres a big switch into julius learning noble and knightly ways and norms, julius trying to keep that armor around his heart, according to subaru. itâs learned behavior and now he struggles a little taking it off. being a knight is entrenched into juliusâs familial and personal values, and julius Always strives for perfection. julius seems so put together that we kinda forget he too has his flaws but similar to subaru, he can be a bit pushy, a bit oblivious, a bit reckless. looking at the world in slight rose colored tint. pushing for More. accidentally stepping over others, maybe, but striving for strength in their own ways. Greedy. theyâre kindred spirits in that way.
on the flipside of that, subaru inspires imperfection out of julius. repeatedly. subaru inspires julius to get that part of him from his childhood where he was this earnest overzealous passionate little kid and let it out again instead of being prim and proper 24/7. âjuliâ.
julius steps in to save subaru during arc 3 also bc julius sees himself in subaruâa passionate kid who fumbles in every single direction but that heart is there, and subaru is a walking whirlwind bc unlike julius, he canât slap a prim and proper persona over it. he wears everything on his sleeve. heâs misguided, in the wrong, but still. his Heart is a tempting sight, and it hits julius a little personally. subaru was a mirror of julius, the part of julius that julius tried to hide a little all while subaru Offends the knights and says shit like how the knights cling to their fatherâs names (when julius almost kinda does cling to his family name and his knightly ideals to make himself into something Bigger and Grander), but of course julius has Morals and cant let subaru get hurt to the other knights. and sacrifices his reputation in the processâ
(these are from the Arc 3 interlude that shows Juliusâs side of the duel aftermath)
âdid you find his tarnishing of your knightly pride unforgivable to that extentââŠâŠ and of course julius readily accepting punishment đđ
âthe very symbol of his pride as a knightââŠ. yeah that duel meant several things to julius, and it sets up the entirety of julisuba from here on out. julius treasures idealismâ
(hooray juliemisuba crumbs!!) but⊠julius noting how this duel wasnât enough to break subarus spirit đđ âIt would not be such a bad thing to trade swords with a fool full of idealism once more.â âAs for an annoyance⊠perhaps he was that, a little bit.â fucking hilarious but also so trueâbc julius himself is Also a fool full of idealism. naturally, he takes a liking to subaru quickly which then leads to him declaring subaru his friend in later arc 3 <3
âIt is truly in Lady Emiliaâs nature to cause pain in othersâŠ. That very nature is what allows her to live as nobly and beautifully as she does. I do not deign to wish her to change. Thus, all I can do is hope that she lives more righteously, more genuinely, without anything to be ashamed of.â / âDoes that go for the boy, too?â / âIt goes for everyoneâŠ. It is for that very reason I wield a sword.â
It goes for everyone, julius says. these are values he treasures most in himself and in others, and once he sees it in others, he finds himself drawn to them. (though def interesting how julius doesnt 100% answer ferrisâs next question on subaru straightforwardlyâŠ) julius comments on emilia here, but its also like. why does julius, the upstanding picture of a knight, follow anastasia, a cutthroat business woman? (other than her being the absolute coolest and the ana camp being a whole family <3)
its bc of greed and ambition. the strive for something greater, to dedicate your life to your passions and devotions. theres a whole ss about how julius is told by ana that she wants the best knight possible and bc of his own insecurity assumes she Must mean reinhardâbut no. julius is the finest knight for a reasonâbc he painstakingly shapes himself to be that way. of course he sees a similar sort of trait in subaru, how subaru shapes himself to be something greater too, and julius finds himself a littleeee starry eyed. perhaps. pun intended.
anyway. this is my long winded way of sayingâyeah, julius is drawn to subaru for a lot of reasons. julius quickly finds himself attached to subaru in arc 3, and subaru coaxes out juliusâs imperfection while encouraging juliusâs passions.
as far as i know (of course feel free to add onto this if im missing stuff), there isnt anything in canon that reads as particularly homoerotic about subaru from juliusâs pov. at least not to the same level as subaru repeatedly checking out juliusâs body and saying julius is oh so handsome LMFAO. (though juliusâs rainbow spirits are super cool.) so i cant definitively go âjulius is 100% romantically into subaruâ. especially as im asexual myself so personally romance is fun to me but not always a requirement for every shipâs depiction (or at the very least i Love exploring ships having different dynamics across different iterations of them)âso this is more so me going âtheyre so intimate with each other in their own ways !!! i love viewing them from multiple angles !!!â <3 but their friendship and what they have in canon is extremely good foundation for romance. and julius likes subaru a Lot!! theyve gone through quite a bit together and theres More to come !!
#hope this answers ur question well enough anon !!#rezero#re:zero#julius juukulius#natsuki subaru#ask
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Dani didnt know what was going on. She went to where her home was SUPPOSED to be. But its not there. Danny isnt there. Sam and tucker are gone too. Hell, even Vlad as much of a bastard he was, was even gone. Scrubbed from the internet. She went back to where amity was supposed to be after researching at an internet cafe a town over. Something and she does mean SOMETHING was very wrong. She starts looking for traces. Not even a tiny spec of ecto left. Like the whole town was flattened and replaced with grassland and corn fields. Her phone wouldnt reach the team.
Suddenly a random car pulls up. A stranger. Without thought just rage and fear she attacks. She is pinned by a girl and two guys. Wanting to knwo where the town is! "W-wait!" She managed to choke out. The boys loosen their grip on her slightly" you know of my home? I cant even find information online! Do you know what happened to my brothers? My sister Jazz??"
It was that moment the boys and Stephanie looked at eachother. "Time to get to work" is all Divk had to say before helping the girl up and to the car. Once inside, thanks to Tims tech. They were able to freely speak about what has occurred.
"so it seems they got them...took the whole town too...."
"not quite everyone. Your sister Jazz is at Gotham University." Tim manages to get out before he is hugged tightly. Too tightly for comfort. Dani starts crying. "I think we need to get back to gotham." Dick says as stephanie drives them going well above the speed limit.
Dani was in Malaysia when she decided to visit Akity.
When she got there, the town was gone. It was like it was never there.
Dani went to the nearby towns, googled Amity, and did everything she could think of.
It was like Amity never existed.
The GIW realized that the residents of amity were all ghost, they created a portal x100 more powerful. Powerful enough to send an entire town to the Infinite Realmes. Which it did. They then deleted every links to the town.
Except one.
Stephanie Brown hadnât heard from her cousin Dash in a while, so she decides to take an impromptu trip cross country, dragging Jason and Tim with her.
Steph had visited amity before (before all the ghost drama) and knew exactly where it was.
But it wasnât there.
The only person that was there was a young girl, around Damian age who attacked them the moment they stepped onto the town borders.
After a bit of coaxing, Steph took her to Gotham with them.
And this was. Stephanie Brown case, not a Spoiler one, so she started posting about the twin online.
Unfortunately, The GIW heard of an amity residentâs family, questioning the disappearance of the town online and garnering a massive following, getting the JLAs attention.
Online, former residents and family and friends of current residents are realizing somethingâs not right. They also began to question not only the GIW, but also Dani.
Where was she? Traveling? Why was she alone? Who were her parents? Why was she so related to Danny Fenton and Vlad Masters? Where were her birth certificate? And other papers? How did she not realize an entire town of people vanished?
People want answers. And the mysterious Danielle Fenton-Masters has them.
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âhow the writers delt with river song
SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP THEY DID MY GIRL SO DIRTY there are so many. good river song moments. and there are so manythat make me want to tear a strip off steven moffat like every goddamn episode with her they have to make some obnoxious sex joke or some Honey Im Home type shit & i understand this is like. A Moffat Theme & i dont always hate it but goddddd its so reductive like there is so much!!!! that could be done with her character !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that is overshadowed by haha what if she was sexy like STOPPPPPPPPPPPP.
like silence in the library was a really good character lead in & i like her!!! as a character !!!! even the overly flirtatiousness unfortunately that would work on me but even aside from that. she is a good character let down but the sheer pull-it-out-of-your-ass writing of her backstory. like?? she could regenerate cos she was conceived in the tardis okay thats really cool much weirder stuff has happened when it comes to tardises & making babies but then WE SeE THIS FOR LIKE. ONE OR TWO EPISODES BEFORE THEYRE LIKE WHOOPS THAT DOESNT WORK ACTUALLY COS SHE'S DEAD UHHH SHE BETTER UHMM IDK SAVE TH E DOCTOR OR SOMETHING WHATEVER> COS HER ENTIRE LIFE HAS TO REVOLVE AROUND HIM. HASHTAG MARRIAGE AMIRITE like even the fact that her entire life was shaped around him isnt a Bad Idea it just feels like no one considered the tragic impies (implications) of this, & simultaneously doing amy so dirty in the process as well like??? she loses baby mels & then discovers she was her (never previously mentioned) childhood friend but then she uhhhh dies & turns into this woman you already know and them????? barely eveer mention it again???? holy shit?????????????????????? amy & river is a freaking horror story but one that the writers seem imcapable of dealing with because sOMEONE is too busy making obnoxious jokes about married life
a lot of thsi is specific to the General Vibes of the eleven era stuff as well which was in general so so weird about women & while its not like twelve or any of teh other doctors are expemt from this eleven is a massive dick to people quite a bit & a lot of this falls on river b/c he is seemingly (iirc i havent seen some of this stuff for a while though it Haunts Me) almost careless? with her? like a sort of 'welllllll she's here now so it was all okay in the end :)' sort of attitude ignoring that she went through A Fuckton Of Stuff before she was even a concious human(mostly??) being
even the husbands of river song is tragically guilty of some of that stuff like. she's seen some wild shit & she should have known it was twelve wayyyyyy way way quicker. like i understand why she didnt for plot reasons but she is in fact very intellegent like. she's allowed to show that. unfortunatley sometimes women cant be smart & have their boobs out at that same time I GUESSSSSSSSS
also the nine & river audios from earlier this year? i really like archipelago i listened to that a couple of times & i thought it was really powerful but AGAIN the writers make river So Fucking Obsessed With Romance like. you'd let it go by that point. nine had literally just proved he's the most aro guy in the universe (good for him) and shes stillllllll flirting at him. which. imo she wouldnt do anymore because, shock horror, she does actually like him as a person & values his company and you would think you would be friends wit hthe guy YOU ARE GONG TO MARRY OR WHATEVER. NOT THAT THEIR MARRIAGE WAS PARTICULARLY ROMANTIC EITHERIM GONNA BE SO REAL. obviously sex is important to her & good for her but yikes. it doesnt need to be mentioned so often.
like its the whole 'inherent tragedy of waiting for a time traveller' stuff which i do eat up every time meeting her in silence of the library & knowong that there is so much more there - VERY COMPELLING !! really good character intro augahagaauuaajaaajahhahahahhhh but nooooo her Entire Fucking Goddman Life has to revolve around being manipulated & The Doctor AS WELL AS !! the completely uncalled for ohhhh im a PSYCHOPATH ( <- unfounded & demonstrably untrue lowkey this is saneism right. thats an ableism there yes? ) thing they alllwaysssss have her say like well!! shes not !! theres 'youre talking about commiting a murder'/'no im not, i'm actually commiting a murder' which i like & is funny & she would say that and then theres teh vauge oooohhhhh im so Freaky & I Have A Gun or whatevr like augsugsaihuahahaouoauauoouauoauoauoauuo
also twelve & river had freaky t4t bi4bi aroallo sex after the end of husbands of river song but no actual dw writer is enlightened enough to see that because they have to flatten her into The Doctors Wife & she would have had a far better dynamic with 12 than with 11 (not that i'm biased) i wish they got more time togetherrrrrrrrrrr also you should listen to the bekdel test (diary of river song audio with missy)
#tldr river song is a character i love very much however she had the grave misfortune of being written in the mid 2010s by steven moffat#anyways. sorry yikes this got long im so sorry i dindt realise i had this much to say. wow#doctor who#thanks for the ask!!#this is not. very flattering of elevens era if are are emotionally attached to him you may want to skip this one <3#jordan tag :D#river song
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