#and who made orders after hearing about what happened

[tori-artemis]

Oh this is a great question to think about! Tbh I had a lot of hopes back when the series was premiering (and before when it was just announced), so to go off of those... well first off, I really really wanted an exploration of Loki's trauma, his past and even his psyche. Like I know a psychological thriller/horror probably wouldn't have been in the cards for a Disney+ show, but tbf I feel like the creators of Wandavision touched on aspects found in those types of genres (if in a PG 13 kind of way) so I don't think I was too off base for hoping to see something like that for Loki. (Not to mention the ridiculous comparisons to films like Se7en and The Silence of the Lambs that Mike Waldron kept making... but I'm not gonna get into that rant again.)

I think I would've put a lot of focus on what the hell actually happened to Loki when he fell into the Void and disappeared for an entire year or so, and how he ended up encountering Thanos and the Black Order, how that all went down, etc. Either through flashbacks, or (possibly altered) memories, or Loki recounting those events interview/interrogation-style (and being an extremely unreliable narrator in doing so, like for instance saying something like "I made a deal with Thanos and worked with him willingly" and then at some point you see into his head through flashbacks/night terrors and realize that clearly wasn't the case, just stuff like that). The possibilities were endless tbh, like there's just so many creative opportunities to explore that one aspect of Loki's backstory. And since that's such a burning question to me (and many other fans tbh) still to this day, I feel like that'd be the first thing I'd want to tackle.

Another important thing I'd want to include would be Loki's gender fluidity and his bi identity. Like I don't think it necessarily has to go with Loki referring to himself as bi, like I don't think he has to say the actual word "bi" in order to give any meaningful kind of rep?? Especially now that Agatha All Along has come out, I feel like I'd want to approach Loki's identity in a similar type of way, just unapologetic, and as authentic as possible to his comic book counter part. Like hell, he can have hang ups with those parts of his identity (which would actually make sense, being from Asgard and since he already has a lot of self-loathing issues in general due to being Jotun).

I wouldn't mind that, especially if it was done in a non-typical way, like maybe it's not being sexually intimate with men/males that's looked down upon on Asgard, but - similar to the Norse apparently - it's on what role they play, or basically who's the "bottom" - that gets shamed, or maybe same sex relationships aren't looked down upon at all on Asgard, but giving birth/getting pregnant while being/presenting as male is, bc it's seen as unnatural, and then let Loki go through an experience where he develops deep rooted insecurities about those aspects of his identity due to Asgard's cultural prejudices. And like this doesn't even have to be explicit (tho after the birth scenes in both Wandavision and especially Agatha All Along I can't help but roll my eyes at ppl having a hang up with Loki going thru something like this, especially if they were totally okay with Wanda and Agatha having birthing scenes, but anyways). It can be something as simple and as subtle as Loki finding out he's pregnant (maybe he can magically feel the fetus growing inside him, or he can hear the heartbeat/etc, or maybe it's as simple as having morning sickness and/or a change of diet). And it just ends up with him drinking tea/potion (due to pressure from Odin/Frigga/society, or maybe he's not ready and seeks it out himself) which gets rid of the baby, but again it's done in a very non graphic way. Of course the whole mpreg thing is just an example, and doesn't have to be in a series about Loki (that's what fanfic is for!) but basically: let Loki be queer, he can have hang ups about being queer, and tbh I'd want the hang ups to be kind of different from the usual discussions/portrayals of queerness in media mainly bc Asgard's an alien/fantasy society so I'd want their cultural norms to be pretty different from ours (human society in general), but overall just let Loki be queer, goddamnit!

Furthermore, I'd want to explore Loki's self loathing in particular, and see his view of himself change as he develops and grows throughout the series. If he encounters other versions of himself then I'd want to see what that would look like... and preferably done differently from how the show approached it (regarding Sylvie). Like I don't want him to just, I don't know, praise his other self up the way he ends up doing in the series (I know he also fought with Sylvie at the beginning but tbh I couldn't really take their rivalry seriously, it felt very sibling-like - which I actually enjoyed at the time, mind you, but a reflection of one's internal self-hatred it certainly is NOT, and like overall the whole dynamic just didn't work for me bc I find those two characters so undeniably different from each other and therefore it doesn't really work as a metaphor for self hatred/self love, but that's neither here nor there).

Like - let it be messy! Let it actually be vitriolic and hateful if that's what the series is trying to convey. Let Loki be angry, let him rage, let him lash out - at versions of himself and at other characters, like c'mon! This is a character that has a lot of inner darkness and has suffered through a lot of trauma and has difficulty trusting others due to said trauma (especially if we're going with Avengers era Loki) so how about we Show That.

Tbh I wouldn't have minded for Loki's main villain (both in the series overall and wrt the lead character) to be a version of himself. (As long as it was portrayed in a thoughtful way, like don't just make him evil please, in fact he doesn't even have to be evil at all - he doesn't have to destroy or conquer other worlds, he could literally just be out there destroying all versions of Loki, which would force our protagonist to fight/confront this person hunting him down). Like I think there would be so many possibilities for all of the ways a protagonist could deal with a "villain" - or rather, an antagonist like that. Some far more darker than others, depending on how you want your story to go. Like it could end similarly to the Agent of Asgard comics (where I believe Loki ends up forgiving and embracing his "evil" self... tho I've not read the comics so please feel free to correct me if I've gotten something wrong). Or if I were writing this series, I would've just had Loki forced into a position where, after being worn down to reaching his emotional breaking point, and in a fit of sheer rage, he'd end up brutally murdering the antagonistic version of himself, in the ultimate form of self destruction, and then I'd have him reeling from the internal consequences of such an extreme form of violence done against himself - but that's just my ridiculously morbid psychological-horror-loving ass for you. I'd just want to completely unravel him ngl, before having him overcome the impossible by rebuilding himself once more (w/ a little help from his newfound friends)...

If the TVA had to be involved in some way, I'd want to approach them as an ominous totalitarian organization, and if Loki were to be tortured by said organization, it most certainly would NOT be portrayed as some throw-away-attempt-at-comedy-type-of-scene (AHEM). I'd go for a darker tone overall, and Loki's torture at the TVA would be portrayed with all of the horror demanded by those types of scenes dealing with that kind of subject matter.

Tbh I have so many ideas for a Loki-centric show, some that involve the TVA and some that don't, but there's just so many threads and I don't want to make this any more convoluted than it already is, so to put it simply: I'd want the focus to be on Loki first and foremost. If it's called Loki, then it should be about the main lead, similar to how Agatha All Along was about Agatha, and Wandavision was about Wanda. (Which means, if the TVA has to be involved, then they would be secondary to the series' main focus - which would be on Loki and his relationship with himself.) Secondly, I'd want to see his trauma not only brought up, but fully explored. Which includes his traumatic upbringing (Odin's A++ Parenting, Frigga's enabling, family dysfunction, Asgard's toxic social/cultural norms) as well as the horror he experienced in the Void and on Sanctuary, maybe even some events in the first Avengers film, but seen through Loki's eyes this time. And I'd just want Loki to be queer, so if he's bi then let him have previous (or current!) relationships (or flirtations) with men (or attraction towards men) as well as women, if he's gender fluid then Show. That. Whether he physically transforms into a woman at times, or through his inner monologue where he refers to himself with different pronouns even if his gender presentation hasn't changed, or even his ambivalence towards being trapped/labeled in a one-gender-ticked-box, but Show. It. That part of his identity deserves to be shown, especially in a series where Loki's the central character.

If you yourself could’ve directed/wrote the Loki series, what would you have done differently? What would you have wanted to see in a series about Loki? What would you have focused on? Would the series take place somewhere other than the TVA? Which characters would you include? What would be the end goal? What aspects of his character would be explored?

[vengefultakeover]

Daemon: Loose Lid (2)

NOTE: This is the newest edited version of this story

I got up from the bed and looked back at Max sleeping after the long night of exploring his new body. To be fair, he did plenty of exploring my body as well, rolling between the sheets. Never in my life did I think I would find myself in this situation, but I was full of curiosity. I left him on the bed, a slight snore coming from under the blankets, and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. The smell swirled in the air and I enjoyed the scent as I sipped it in front of the machine. Halfway empty, the mug made a small clink as I placed it down on the counter and returned to the bedroom.

Max was grinning at me when I leaned against the wall and he rolled to the edge of the bed, sliding down his underwear to expose the plump mounds Dan had worked so hard on. With a blink, his eyes flicked from their usual hazel to the bright green of the creature currently controlling Dan.

"This body craves you." Max said with a little bit of a growl. I don't think Dan was actually craving me, but the daemon inside him getting to feel human lust.

I was too distracted by the mating display to see the covered jar sliding off the night stand and landing on the carpet with a thunk. The lid, which had come loose from Dan desperately bouncing around inside of it, popped off and rolled along the floor as I quickly scrambled to stop it. Max dug his head into the mattress to avoid his mouth from being exposed, but Dan didn't care much as he bounced off the walls. My eyes followed the blue ball until it went straight for me. I ducked, hearing it bounce off the wall behind me, and then looked up just in time to watch it fly directly towards his exposed hole. With a loud pop the protoplasm disappeared between his cheeks and up into his body. Max howled as he turned over, writhing against the bedspread as he scrambled to pull off his shirt. His chest began to glow and I quickly closed the curtains in the bedroom to avoid any sunlight pouring into the room.

With his back arched, I watched as Max appeared from his chest. He was forced out of his body and landed on two feet in front of me still too large for the room and ducking down to fit. Dan on the other hand woke up in control of his body and was panting as he looked at the two of us in horror.

"Dan, don't panic. I know - " I started.

"No! What the fuck just happened? What the hell is that?" He started to push himself away from us, stumbling off the bed and out into the kitchen without seeing an answer to his questions. As he stumbled, he knocked my half full cup of coffee off the counter and it exploded on the tile. Max jumped into action and caught him at the front door, breathing his green breath into his face. Dan collapsed in Max's grip and he looked over at me with a questioning glance.

"I think it's time we found someone else."

Max needed to stay inside in order to remain safe and made sure all of the blinds were closed. Without a human body protecting him he couldn't go anywhere during daylight hours. This meant that I was left to search for potential bodies. I didn't mind, I was vetting pretty much everyone in our apartment complex. I thought about all the neighbors and one particular asshole came to mind.

The thing about Dan was that he's a good guy. He deserved his body back. I should also say that I am not the end all be all of deciding who deserves their body. That being said, my neighbor is an asshole. Alex is a cocky and cruel son of a bitch. A combo that is particularly deadly considering how hot he is. His mental acuity wasn't great, causing him to puff out his chest to maintain physical superiority when he didn't have the mental one. It only took two knocks for him to open the door, answering it without a shirt and on the phone.

"Hold on, my weird neighbor is at the door, I'll call you back." He hung up, "What's up?"

"Hey there, neighbor, I just needed your assistance. I was - um - making breakfast and I -"

He interrupted me with one of his lighting fast retorts, "Couldn't open a jar with those chicken arms?" He flexed his biceps. This was the usual conversation, he always found a way to talk about his body. I at least had height going for me.

"Yeah, that's exactly it. How did you know?" I was a little smug, but it went right over his head as he followed me inside my apartment. With all the curtains closed, it was relatively dark, which piqued his concern.

"Why is it so dark. You should really open a window, maybe that's why none of the neighbors like you." The airhead was already too far inside and Max slammed the door shut. He picked up the jock like he was weightless and growled at him. He opened his mouth to scream, but Max didn't give him enough time as he started digging in his chest, pulling out his protoplasm with a wet slurp. Alex slumped in his grip and I put him in a fresh jar. This time, I made sure it was airtight before putting it in a drawer in the kitchen. Max climbed over his body and growled at him as he pushed his lips open and started turning into the glimmering dust to enter his body. Max looked back at me just before his demon dog head swirled inside of his body and Alex was convulsing as Max got comfortable inside him.

As he stood, I could tell he felt different inside him. He stretched a bit and walked towards the window to see him in the light. The sliver of sun that slipped in through the fabric travelled the length of his body, standing there is a sexy confidence as his new skin protected him. His eyes flashed green, happy with his new host.

"He feels different than your friend, bigger, stronger," He turned towards me, "hornier." His grin was inviting and I leaned back as he came over, pushing me onto my sofa and straddling me until he decided to push his lips against mine and we were making out. My cock was bulging and I slid off my briefs from underneath us, my cock bouncing out and slapping against his ass cheeks. He removed his workout shorts and I felt his warm ass lowering onto my hard member. I gasped, feeling his hole swallow my cock and he playfully tightened his hole as he took more of me inside him.

"Holy shit." I moaned, pulling him tight into me and making out as I was grinding into him. His pecs bounced with every thrust upwards and my fingers dug into the his muscular back, feeling his whole body against mine tighter as I fucked him. He curled himself into me, gyrating his hips onto my cock as his eyes glowed the beautiful green. I couldn't help but to grab his neck and force him harder onto my cock, slamming his body down like he was a fleshlight. He was smiling as he licked his lips and suddenly I was exploding inside his hole, filling him up as I pushed my head back into the sofa. When I opened my eyes, Max was peering down at me with a smirk, playing with my cock with his hole as I came down from the blissful ecstasy.

"Mmm, I could do that forever." He says, lifting himself off of me. He admires his new form, running his hands along his skin and flexing underneath his fingertips. His fingers circled parts of his skin that had tattoos, admiring the inked images. He even takes a moment to bring his hands up to his ears, flicking the earring.

"I like you inside him. He's much more appealing with you in control." I reach behind him and squeeze his ass, feeling my load drip out of him.

"Oh, do that again." He says, holding my arms in place to do it again. I squeeze again with a little bit more aggression and he shivers. "All of these sensations. It's so different from one body to another." He takes a deep breath, smelling me. Seeing him act like this was making me hard again and I gyrated against him. He smirks with a flash of his green eyes and then reaches back, pulling his cheeks apart and slamming himself down on my cock with an already full ass.

"Holy fuck." I writhe under him.

"Like I said, I could do this forever." He gives me a wet kiss.

A phone buzzes underneath a pile of papers and continues to vibrate until the phone buzzes off the edge of the desk and thumps against the wood floor below. A hand blindly reaches for it and answers it.

"Hello?" The voice is deep and he clears his throat from the early wake up haze. With one hand he wipes away a string of drool connected to the desk where he passed out the night before with an empty glass of hard liquor now watered down by the melted ice.

"It's the Daemon Ritus. It's been stolen." The voice on the other end seemed to be screaming over the sound of the alarms and the man on the phone stood there in silence.

"Fred? Are you there?" The alarms continued to blare as Fred stood there already formulating a plan.

[worldly-fluster]

WARNING: ANGST

Talk of wanting to commit unalive.

You have been warned.

The LADS boys when...they find your 'Diary'

--Zayne-- Part 3 of 4

This is gonna be...fun lol

Zayne-

•He knew, somewhat, of what happened. In the time that he was gone, he knew something happened.

•Before he left, when you were younger kids, you were so...bratty. He may have looked like he hated it but he just couldn't get enough of you, as you were.

•He left in order to learn more, to help your heart.

•But when he was finally able to come back, when he saw you again...it was like whiplash.

•You were so quiet. So...withdrawn.

•This won't do.

•He knew you didn't speak about your family anymore. He didn't pry, they were full of themselves before he left, probably nothing changed with them so he saw no point in worrying.

•So he worked, even more, to get you to come back. His little bratty childhood friend.

•He succeeded after a while. You were confident again, acting like the kid you were a long time ago but...more mature this time.

•Though he may not like that your job puts you in harms way, but he couldn't force you to stop something that made you happy.

•He saw your eyes gleam when you saved lives. He couldn't, wouldn't ever even try to take that away from you.

•Today was no different.

•You just successfully defeated one of the most powerful Wanderers the association has seen in a while, yeah there were casualties but there were more survivors than wounded. Thanks to your quick thinking.

•He took you out to celebrate, after checking you were unharmed.

•You both went to an old restaurant that you used to go to as kids, he wanted to see you happy with memories.

•What he didn't expect was to run into your Mother and...some random man?

•You all stared at each other for a few seconds before Zayne stepped between you and smiled, stiffly.

•"Oh Hi Zayne, it's been a while. How are things?"

•While Zayne talked with your mother, he figured out a few things.

•Your parents got divorced, and your mother is... a complete narcissist.

•She married another narcissist, perfect for each other.

•The whole conversation took a turn however when they asked what you did for a living...

•When told, your Mother frowned.

•"So you were one of the people who failed so save those innocent lives lost?" "No wonder they died. Maybe you should have tried harder."

•When you told her that you got hurt trying your best, she frowned deeper.

•"Still, if I were you I would have tried harder and if that wasn't enough I would have sacrificed myself. I wouldn't be able to live with myself, like you, because I have a soul."

•Upon hearing this, Zayne understood more of why you stopped being around your mother.

•Zayne quickly came up with a work emergency, saying that he was your ride and you left most of your things in his car so he'll take you with him.

•He took your hand gently, paid the bill, and led you away to his car.

•He could feel icy hot anger creeping up his back, he knew if he heard anymore he would accidentally use his evol.

•He loved you since the beginning. He couldn't stand hearing that and knowing that you used to believe that... hopefully you don't anymore, not if he can help it.

•He drove you home and both of you decided to stay inside to read a few books you have yet to read.

•When you got home, you immediately went to take a shower, to get your thoughts together, while Zayne looked through the surprisingly large selection of books.

•While searching, he saw one of your old notebooks that he would see you write in sometimes. He's asked about it and you told him he could read it at a later date.

•He figured now was the later date, so he picked it up to read.

•Only a few pages on and he realized what you ment by 'later'.

•This notebook is the equivalent to writing a Will...and he didn't like how you were 'talking' about your death coming sooner or later whether it be by natural causes or your own hand...he definitely didn't like that part.

•He kept reading, thinking that maybe he should have convinced you to therapy, but he saw something about how you have been to too many therapists and you're sick of it, so he decided not to worry about it quite yet.

•He got to the last entry, which seemed pretty recent, when he heard your shower stop so he immediately snapped the book shut and put it back where he found it, picking up a random book next to it. Something called 'Forgiving what you can't forget', he doesn't know where you got this one nor does it look like something you would buy yourself.

•The entire time you all were reading together, he kept glancing from his book to you and the notebook.

•He decided he was definitely going to make sure that nothing in that book will come to fruition. If it's the last thing he does.

**I'm working on Rafayel's as we speak lol the last one, and imma try and make that one extra angsty cause I'm realizing most of you are Rafayel girlies 😘**

[everlastingdreams]

The Weeping Monk x Fem!Reader : Forged Of Fire Chapter 31

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Story Summary: Raised under the tiranny of your own family, and forced to steal to earn your keep, you struggle to survive. Born from a Fey mother, and a Manblood father who wanted only sons, you are forced to hide your Fey side. When you are ordered to steal from Father Carden by your half-brother, Cassian, your life spirals out of control and you find yourself at the mercy of the Weeping Monk. The life you knew changes drastically when Cassian betrays you in the cruelest of ways. A trade is made, a promise is broken, and a debt must be paid.

Chapter Title: The Feyguard

Notes: 

Warnings: Angst. Hurt. Trauma bonding. Intrafamily violence. Depression. Self-harm. Suicidal thoughts. Violence. Torture. Gore. Pining. Trauma. Self-Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc. Lima/Stockholm syndrom-ish. Childhood trauma.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forced Marriage. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn. Found Familly-ish. Comfort. Fluff. !SMUT and SPICE!

Word count of this fic: +250K

Chapter:  31/47

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When morning came you had barely slept. Percival had kept questioning you on what he had seen between you and Lancelot, and the worst part was that you barely had any answers. What was it? It was a kiss. Why? You couldn’t provide an answer other than telling him that you and Lancelot had wanted to do that. When the boy finally got bored of the dull answers, he fell asleep. Whilst you were left awake and having to deal with your worries and thoughts in silence. ‘Why?’ It was indeed a good question the boy had sought an answer for, you did so too. Why had he kissed you? You had sensed the desire in him back when he was with the paladins, but he had always held back from crossing that line. One thing was for certain, the attraction was mutual and you had no regrets about kissing him back. There had not been a chance to speak to him alone since dawn, Gawain insisted to visit the village’s healer just at dawn before the village would become more crowded later in the day.

The healer indeed recognized Gawain and welcomed him as if they were old friends. Of course the knight had to quietly explain the presence of the former Weeping Monk, it was perhaps fortunate that the healer was Manblood. The four of you were let into the healer’s house. Gawain was the first who let the healer inspect the injuries he had obtained by the paladins, and by the sellswords at Morrowstead. After only a few minutes Gawain walked out of the other room and quietly mentioned how Nimue’s healing had healed him so well that only scars were left, and the bruises he had obtained from the sellswords were not bad enough to use salve on them.

“Who is next?” The healer looked between you, Lancelot and Percival.

“Percival?” you looked at the boy, he shook his head.

Lancelot put a hand on Percival’s shoulder and steered him into the room to be inspected, aware that the boy sometimes lost that brave side of him in moments such as these.

Gawain took the moment of privacy to ask you a burning question, “You and the Ash Man?”

Right away you knew what he was trying to learn about. “It hasn’t happened before.”

“Will it again?” he was forward about it.

Even to you, that was a mystery. “I would not be against it.”

Gawain sounded somewhat worried, “You are aware that he lived as a monk? Such matters are not what they usually allow.”

Did he think you started this? “He kissed me, Gawain. I did not initiate.”

“Not surprising.” he stated.

“How so?” you asked.

Again the knight was not shy to voice his opinion. “I have seen how he observes you much like a meal after a weeks long fast. He lets his eyes linger on you like a shadow.”

That was not the sort of thing you expected to hear, he was far more open and forward about a lot of things. The door opened again and Lancelot held it open for Percival to walk out, it looked like the boy had been given a small sweet to eat and he was very happy with that.

“All is well.” Lancelot informed you and Gawain. “He is of good health and strong.” He gave a nod your way, “Your turn?”

A bit nervous, you walked past him and into the room with the healer. The man was friendly enough and seemed to sense your uncertainty.

“Take a seat.” The healer patted his hand on a wooden bench that was covered with brown leather. “I don’t bite.”

It was obvious that the healer was used to people being somewhat nervous to see him, he couldn’t have been much older than Gawain, younger even perhaps. The last thing you expected was Lancelot closing the door and staying in the room as well.

You looked back at Lancelot. “What is it?”

His answer was vague on purpose, “I shall remain here, to ensure all is well.”

The true answer was already clear to you, he feared that the healer would behave improper towards you. “It is alright. He’s a healer. You have visited healers too haven’t you? You must have bared your torso for them to help.”

He shook his head a bit, refusing to trust a healer that he had only just met. “It is not the same.”

You stayed calm, knowing that this was just him being concerned over your safety. “How is it different?”

While awaiting his answer, you took off your jacket and draped it over a chair. Then began taking off the bodice. For you a visit to a healer was nothing new, the healer of Ravenwick had seen you so many times behind Aldith and Cassian’s back. And if the Green Knight trusted this healer, you saw no reason not to.

He fell over his words, “You’re… you have…”

“Yes?” You knew what he wanted to say, and you were all too curious to see if he could bring himself to say it out loud. It would mean a step forward in breaking out of his timid shell. When you didn’t stop undoing the bodice he approached and half-circled you, his signal for the healer to step back without even having to say a word to the poor man.

“Lancelot.” your arms fell at your sides, a hint of frustration in your tone.

He was not comfortable to let you be in a room alone, vulnerable, with the healer. “It is not the same.”

You brought your voice down to a whisper. “You’re right, it is not. But I know that if I need you, you will be right outside that door for me. I wish for the healer to see to my health and he won’t be able to do that properly if he feels afraid to even look at me with you present. Please, Lancelot, wait outside for me.”

He rolled his jaw, then bowed his head in surrender. “I will.”

It still took two long seconds before he went to move past you and to the door, you quickly captured his arm halting him. “Thank you.”

He tilted his head respectfully and left the room.

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  The healer had been kind and careful, he did question where you obtained all those small scars littered across your back. Some were caused by steel, some by wood, but all were the result of Aldith’s and Cassian’s rage. The healer had cleaned the wound on your arm, applied a soothing salve that cooled the burning sensation down and then put fresh bandages on it. The largest bruises on your back had finally healed, there were some fresh smaller ones from Morrowstead. Most of the damage was done to your soul and no healer could reach such injuries. You were given more of the same kind of salve, that you had gotten and used in the inn, to take along in your satchel and thanked the healer for it.

The last one to see the healer was Lancelot… and he was in that room for quite some time. You shared looks with Gawain, he was getting as impatient as you were.

After almost an hour seemed to have passed, you went to the door and knocked. “Is everything alright in there?”

The healer opened the door just a little, “I am almost done.”

‘Almost’? When he tried to close the door again, you blocked it with your hand. “What is taking so long?”

Gawain called out to you, mistaking your concern for Lancelot’s health for impatience. You ignored the knight.

Lancelot’s voice came from behind the healer. “Let her in.”

The healer sighed and opened the door just enough for you to pass through, he closed the door right away again. Your heart sank at the sight of Lancelot sitting on that bench. So many bruises, so many small fresh cuts on his torso and arms. The healer returned to his side to finish suturing a larger cut on his arm shut again. Lancelot did not even wince, as if he had gotten used to the pain they brought and that thought was heart wrenching.

“When did you…” you swallowed the lump in your throat.

He knew what you were trying to ask. “Some from when I made my way through the castle, some from Aldith.”

You pressed your eyes shut, disappointed that you hadn’t noticed that he had been wounded. You had not noticed any scent of blood the night he came to save you, the plant’s sap had sedated your abilities. And perhaps he had used the salve and that had camouflaged the scent. “I could have helped you… Why didn’t you say? … I don’t understand.”

“These-” he looked down at a cut just on his collarbone, “Are nothing compared to what I have already endured.”

How could he make it sound like it was normal? Had he so little concern over his own health?

You wouldn’t stand for it. “It is not fair of you to hide your suffering while you demand I share mine with you.”

He heard the change in your tone. “Y/n-”

You took a step closer, stopping right in front of him. “You may not care about your health, but I do. So do not try and make it sound like it isn’t important, it is to me. I am here for you, just as you are here for me! I will not have you ignore your injuries and let you risk dying from infections! If you do not wish to care about your health, I will! Do you understand?!”

Lancelot stared up into your eyes, like the sea facing the fury of the sun. His eyes had widened, and for a moment he did not look like the fearsome warrior that he was.

“Listen to the lady.” The healer picked your side in this. “I had to open this wound after you haphazardly sutured it. I believe you can do better than this.”

By the way Lancelot was still looking at you, you wondered if he even heard the healer speak.

Your determined gaze never faltered. “Do you understand, Lancelot?”

His mouth opened a few seconds before he finally spoke, “Yes.”

“Good.” you said. “Then I will wait outside for you.”

As you turned to walk away, he caught your wrist and stopped you. When looking back at him, you could spot a difference in his eyes, even the way he held your wrist was unexpectedly firm. It was as if it had been a reaction not even he had expected of himself, slowly he let go of your wrist. The healer was looking on curiously.

“He’s not as frightening as he wants people to believe.” You smiled at the healer.

Lancelot rolled his eyes a little, scoffing quietly, still the corner if his mouth had curved into a smile. You headed out the door so the healer could continue his necessary work. For those taught to serve and protect others it was often easy to forget their own needs, and you would make certain to remind him to listen to those basic needs more often.

    ~~~♡~~~♡~~~◇~~~♡~~~♡~~~

  It was near noon when together you rode out of the village, from what you had heard from the short conversation between Lancelot and Gawain they both knew the way to Gramaire from there. Percival rode with Gawain now, allowing Goliath some relief from carrying two people. Gramaire was not far anymore, and the closer you got to the destination the more nervous Lancelot got.

Gawain took note of the Ash Man’s quiet state now. “You are being very quiet. Did you leave your tongue where it should not be again?”

The jest was meant to pull Lancelot back out of his darkening thoughts. You understood the ambiguous jest immediately and felt your face start to burn. Lancelot needed a few seconds to understand and than his eyes widened. Percival did not seem to understand the jest, and didn’t seem to care either.

This Fey knight… he could see how Gawain held back a grin. He could not look your way now.

Even Percival had noticed how quiet Lancelot had gotten and offered some encouragement. “Don’t worry. When we get there, I’ll tell them what you did. How you fought the Trinity Guard and killed that ugly paladin that wanted to cut out my tongue.”

Lancelot looked straight ahead and breathed out deeply.

Gawain looked over at him, sending a sympathetic look his way. “You’re not alone in this, Brother.”

“It feels as if I am riding to the gates of hell.” Lancelot said quietly.

“Maybe. But not alone.” you chimed in.

He said it to all, “When we arrive and they threaten to kill me, do not risk your life for me.”

Gawain shook his head. “You do not get to make that decision. I believe none of us will stand aside and watch you be murdered.”

“He’s right.” Percival said to Lancelot.

The Ash Man was stubborn. “I have caused enough suffering-”

For you, the answer to that potential problem was already clear. “If you are not welcome there, then we’ll go somewhere else.”

Percival agreed to that, “Yes.”

“They are loyal to you.” Gawain spoke to Lancelot. “You’ve earned their trust. And I believe you can earn the trust of my friends as well.”

Lancelot nodded a bit and fidgeted with the reins. He had never been afraid to die, but now that he had found people who he considered ‘home’ it was suddenly a frightening thought that this chance to be appreciated and perhaps even loved, could be lost again.

You reached over and placed a hand over his restless one, giving it an encouraging squeeze. “You can do this. I have faith in you. Whatever comes, we face it together.”

He was resisting the urge to turn his hand and take hold of yours, aware that the knight and Percival were undoubtedly looking his way now. You withdrew your hand, not wanting to have Gawain or Percival begin to speak of your familiarity towards him.

As the journey continued, Gawain spoke of the ones you’d might be meeting in Gramaire. Kaze, Pym, Arthur, all friends of the knight and most were Fey. Lancelot was listening calmly until Gawain mentioned how Arthur was the man that Lancelot had been fighting on the day that he burned the mill until Gawain had pushed him to the ground hard.

Lancelot pressed his eyes shut, recalling the moment with some agitation, he feigned to be disinterested. “The Manblood.”

“Yes. The Manblood.” Gawain tried not to smirk at him.

He was not amused. “And you believe he will be forgiving after I tried to send an arrow into him and my sword? After I humiliated him by making him fall to the ground like a fish washed up on land?”

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose at his inconvenient former meeting with this person. Unbelievable…

Gawain informed him. “If you must know what you are about to ride into, you tried to kill Kaze as well. And you are the first who almost succeeded and made her chose to flee from a battle. Pym is from the same village as Percival, the one you burned.”

Lancelot looked close to halting Goliath. “Should I not better sink a dagger into my chest right here and now and spare us the trouble of journeying further?”

“Do not be so dramatic.” Gawain rolled his eyes at him. “And stop behaving like a coward, you are better than this, I have seen it. Now let us just try to reach Gramaire alive and we will handle what comes from there. You have come this far, do not make me drag you the rest of the way.”

There was a certain stern demeanor that the knight had that seemed to work well with Lancelot’s character, as if he needed that harsh interference from time to time. Lancelot send you a discreet look and you tried not to let a small laugh slip out. The knight’s words had their effect, Lancelot scraped his courage back together. Gawain continued to try and tell as much as he could about Gramaire and what had transpired on the side of the Fey to prepare the two of you. And you hoped it would make matters just a little more easier upon arriving there.

        The evening sun was bidding it’s farewell again to the lands when you arrived at Gramaire’s walls. Those guarding upon the walls had seen the group coming and were calling out to those below that the Green Knight was approaching the gate. By the time you were at the gate with the horses, it had been opened by those within Gramaire’s city walls. Most were quick to recognize the former Weeping Monk and held a distance, whispering amongst each other, it was Gawain riding beside him that made them remain almost calm but very wary. Gawain leaded the way to quite a big castle.

“Lord Ector, Arthur’s uncle, lives here.” Gawain dismounted, as did the rest of you. “He was not pleased when the Fey came here, but he was not against us sending the paladins away and freeing the city of their hold.”

A few stable boys were quick to run up to take over the reins to lead the horses into the stables. They looked very happy to see the knight, but looked upon Lancelot with confusion. Many eyes were staring, mostly Fey eyes.

“You seized this city with the witch-” Lancelot quickly corrected himself, feeling the glare of Percival reach him, “With Nimue. Father was furious when he heard of it.”

Gawain placed a hand on Lancelot’s shoulder blade, a signal to those watching that there was no threat, and a warning not to cross him by attacking the Ash Man. “Yes. We were able to send some of the Fey, that I had gathered, to safety with ships that Nimue had requested in return for the sword. Some of them stayed however, afraid to leave behind the land they call their home. Whatever happens, do not draw your sword, keep your hands away from it. There are Faun archers still up on the city’s walls and their skill with the bow is unmatched.”

Lancelot looked behind him as he walked and when he made eye-contact with you he tilted his head, silently telling you to walk ahead of them instead of behind him where he could not keep a proper eye on you or Percival. Gawain noticed it and beckoned for you to do so. You placed a hand to Percival’s shoulder and steered him to walk alongside you ahead of the men. Once you reached a set of large doors, the entrance of the castle, Gawain simply opened one and ushered the three of you inside. You instantly felt the change in temperature, it was comfortably warm inside.

Gawain brought his voice down to a whisper, “If Lord Ector lets you hear his dismay to your presence, pay him no mind. He has been less oppossed to our presence here since Arthur has spoken to him. And the Red Spear has provided what her ships can miss of their supplies.”

Lancelot voiced his concern and what he believed would be the result if the Fey continued to find shelter in this city, “Gramaire cannot be safe from the Church for long. This city will suffer under the pressure of famine when the roads leading here will be blocked by the paladins. The Fey here will have to find a safer sanctuary one of these days or risk the Manbloods here turning against them.”

“Indeed.” Gawain sighed deeply. “It is only a matter of time before they come and root us out of this city as well.”

“But where will we go then?” Percival was worried.

“We will find a place, young knight. We always do.” Gawain reassured the boy, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “I am certain Pym and Arthur will be glad to see that I have found you, let us go and see where they are.”

The boy smiled up at the knight and began to follow him when he started walking again. Suddenly Lancelot came to an abrupt halt and you accidentally bumped into him, confusion washed over his features as he looked around, moving a hand under your elbow but too distracted to look at you. In a corner draped with shadows, a figure stood and watched the three of you. You saw Lancelot wrap his hand around the pommel of his sword, it made Gawain turn around to see what on earth was happening.

    ~“Hello, my dear.”~

    The voice came from the shadows before the man did. Gareth stepped into sight, eyes on you a little longer before they turned to Gawain. “Brother, good to see you.”

Gawain was baffled to see the man, but then he quickly walked up to him and embraced him amicably. “Gareth!” He took a step back again, holding him by the shoulders. “Brother. When did you arrive here?”

“Just last night.” Gareth’s gaze glided to you briefly again. “Right on time it appears.”

Gawain stepped towards the three of you. “I want you to meet my-”

“We’ve met. Except for the boy.” Gareth looked at Percival, “You must be Percival. They told me my brother was out to search for you.”

Percival stayed at a distance, having noticed the shocked look on your face and the death stare Lancelot was aiming at the man. Gareth noticed it and set his eyes on those murderous ones, a hint of a smirk at the corner of his lips.

“You.” Lancelot tightened his grip on the sword, trying to keep himself from drawing it out and using it.

“Have you gone mad?” Gareth asked his brother incredulously. “You’ve brought the Weeping Monk within these walls. This sack of dirt send an arrow into my shoulder!”

“It was meant for your neck.” Lancelot deadpanned.

You smacked his arm to scold him for his big mouth, Lancelot ignored it and pushed you a step back with his arm to create more distance between you and Gareth.

“Percival. Go back to the door and wait there.” Lancelot told the boy.

The boy scrunched his nose, looking up at him. “Wha-… Why?”

“Go.” Lancelot’s tone was heavier.

Percival grumbled something under his breath but did as told, crossing his arms in front of his chest once he reached the door again. You knew this meant trouble, he wanted the boy not just out of harm’s way, but also out of ears reach.

“Lancelot.” Gawain gave a warning look. “He is my brother. My kin.”

He did not appreciate it in the slightest. “I am not the one who is a threat here.”

Gareth got closer to Lancelot, appearing to love how close he was to losing his temper. “What have you done to your poor wife to make her stay at your side?”

Your eyes widened, Gawain looked at you and Lancelot and he pieced the puzzle together right away.

Gawain gave Lancelot a look. “‘Wife’?”

“They did not tell you?” Gareth smiled in amusement. “She is his wife. Father Carden wed them to prevent her father from claiming her back. This bastard kept her locked in a filthy room all alone.”

Lancelot could not ignore the disappointed look in Gawain’s eyes. “I was following orders. I could not let my sympathy for her be known, Father would have seen it as a threat.”

Gareth was deliberately asking hard questions to see him falter, “If you felt such sympathy for her, why not let her free?”

Lancelot failed to answer, shame and remorse set into his eyes as he averted them. You stepped between them, shielding Lancelot before it could spiral out of control.

Gareth looked past you at him. “Hiding behind a woman? You’re too much of a coward to face the repercussions of what you’ve done.”

You felt Lancelot touch your arm and warned him. “Don’t even think about moving me out of the way!” When Gareth chuckled, you lost your patience at him. “I don’t care if you are a knight, continue to try and escalate this to a fight and Lancelot won’t be the one you’ll have to face!”

Gareth let his gaze roll freely over you. “You are absurdly attractive when you’re angry, do you know that? If you are still lonely at night, I will gladly offer you company. I have a warm room here.”

Your face ran hot at the proposition. Lancelot clearly understood what Gareth had meant by that, you had sensed him move but followed the movement and by blocking him he bumped into your back.

Gawain looked at his brother appalled. “Gareth.”

“What?” Gareth looked at him.

“She is a married woman!” Gawain pointed out.

“I doubt he cares.” Gareth said as he looked at Lancelot. “He treated her like a prisoner.”

The comment was drawing a bad response from the Ash Man, you could tell. You stopped it from getting out of control.

“Enough.” You spoke to Gareth, dropping your voice low so Percival would not hear, “Bold of you to keep trying to get into my bed, after you’ve threatened to kill me, held me captive and were paid by my father to do so.”

Gareth suddenly grinned, “What would higher my chances?”

You were not given the chance for a clever reply, the sudden absence of Lancelot behind you raised alarm in you. Not even Gawain was fast enough to block Lancelot from moving around you and punching Gareth in the jaw. One hit was all it took to send the Fey knight to the floor, Lancelot stepped back right away when Gawain told him to stop. Gawain proceeded to help his brother up from the floor, it had dented Gareth’s pride.

Lancelot returned to your side. “Leave her be.” Fury still reigned in his eyes. “She has expressed her indifference towards you.”

Gareth wiped the drops of blood from his nostril. “How can anybody be certain of her free will when you are around her?”

You decided to approach Gareth directly, breaking free from Lancelot’s grip when he tried to prevent it. Gareth seemed rather surprised that you would get so close to him after all.

After calming yourself down, you tried to reason with Gareth. “How can you call yourself a knight and be so eager to seek out this strife?”

Gareth’s expression changed, his tense body relaxed. “Forgive me, Lady of Ravenwick. But I do not understand how someone such as him can be trusted.”

Hearing him speak more calmly helped to have a honest conversation. “The Church started a war against the ones they do not understand. Is this what you wish for too?”

“No.” He looked at the wall.

Very briefly you touched his arm to draw his attention again. “I do not want to feel as if there is a constant risk of someone I care for getting hurt. Can I ask that a knight of the Fey will refrain from seeking war with someone who seeks peace?”

Gareth chewed his cheek for a moment, trying to ignore the encouraging and expecting look Gawain was sending him. “I’ll grant him a chance.”

It was a relief to hear, when Gareth looked down at the small distance between you he smirked and it made you step back.

“Just one more thing. To settle our grievances.” you said.

He hummed curiously. You slapped him. Not hard but just strong enough that the sound echoed in the hallway. Gareth seemed far more shocked than he had been after being struck by Lancelot, he held a hand against his stinging cheek. No one had seen it coming.

Your voice was strong and clear, “For your behavior towards me. For putting a sword to my throat and daring to proposition me while I was in that house with you. Be better!”

The shock left his face very slowly, but it lingered in his eyes. The apology poured right out of him, “I’m sorry.”

“You heard the lady.” Gawain sounded proud. “Leave them be, Gareth. They are my guests here.”

“You are no help.” Gareth muttered to him. “The Feyguard is supposed to help each other.”

Gawain crossed his arms over his chest. “You were a knight, before you sold your loyalty for coin.”

“I’ve stopped.” It stung at Gareth’s pride. “And I never stopped fighting for the Fey. If you give the Weeping Monk a chance, you should do the same for your own blood.”

“Lancelot, " Gawain corrected him, “has shown that he deserves it. I expect the same of you.”

Gareth gave a sharp nod, yielding to his brother, then he offered Lancelot his hand as a gesture of goodwill. You could see how the Ash Man was contemplating on breaking it instead of shaking it, then he looked at you to see your opinion on it, you gave a nod. Lancelot shook Gareth’s hand, the firm and strong hold a silent message between them.

“I’d love to stay and see Arthur’s reaction, but I have matters to attend to. Good luck.” Gareth said and walked away.

Percival approached again, “What’s his problem?”

Gawain walked next to Percival. “That was my brother, Gareth. Once, he was part of the Feyguard, but his tendency to seek out trouble has driven him away from the values we promise to uphold as knights. Do not worry about him, he barks louder than he bites.” Then the knight send you and Lancelot a look. “Should the two of you not tell him the truth before he learns it from someone else?”

Percival snapped his eyes to you. “What truth?”

What use was it to keep it a secret now? Gareth had already told Gawain, he’d surely tell everyone else too. From the looks of it, Lancelot was leaving the decision to you.

You halted and told the boy the truth, “Lancelot and I are wed.”

“Wed?!?” The boy was stunned. “But… he’s a monk.”

“It’s complicated.” your palms were starting to feel clammy.

Percival tried to make sense of it all. “Is that why you were kissing?”

You couldn’t muster up the courage to speak, and when you locked eyes on Lancelot he simply acted oblivious to your silent request for help with this. That rotten…

“I…” You simply didn’t know what to say to that.

“What kind of monk are you actually?” Percival asked Lancelot, whilst scrunching his nose.

Lancelot was speechless at the boy’s reaction.

“I can’t believe it!” A loud voice thundered from up ahead, a man approached fast and drew his sword. Three women were following suit fast.

You quickly grabbed hold of Percival and moved him a few steps away as a precaution. Gawain quickly took place in front of Lancelot, quietly telling him to take some steps back too. The women stopped before they got too close, but the man seemingly hoped that Gawain would step aside.

Instead the knight held out an arm to stop him, other hand moving to the pommel of his sword should it be needed. “Arthur, stop! Listen to what I have to say first!”

“Percival!” The freckled girl noticed the boy.

Percival clearly knew her. “Pym!”

“Out of the way, Gawain!” Arthur growled in anger and pointed the sword at him.

Another woman, Fey, moved skillfully fast and held a curved sword under Arthur’s throat. “Do not threaten the Green Knight!”

Arthur lowered his sword and pointed past the knight at Lancelot. “That vile scum over there brought terror upon us all, Kaze! He hunted Nimue, he tortured Bergerum and set fire to a mill filled with Fey just to get to us!”

“What is he doing here, Green Knight?” Kaze demanded to know.

Gawain kept a sharp watch on Arthur. “His name is Lancelot, and he is not the monster we have believed him to be. I found Percival alive, because he saved the boy from Brother Salt. He fought the Trinity Guard when they tried to stop him from letting the boy go free. He helped me save Feys on our way here. He’s one of us. Ash Folk.”

“Impossible.” Kaze was shocked.

“It is the truth.” Gawain assured her. “He bears their marks and holds the power of Fey Fire.”

You locked eyes on the women who stood at a distance to see the display. A dark-haired woman stood beside the girl called ‘Pym’, a spear in her hand and a intimidating look in her eyes. She was watching with intrigue and a strong bit of vigilance.

“Ash Folk?” Pym blurted out. “I thought they were all dead.”

That was painful to hear… it was as if you were merely a remainder of a clan long gone.

Arthur cared little for how rare the Ash Folk were, because he was simply not aware of it. “Fey or not, this is my uncle’s city, and he is not welcome here! Get him out!”

Gawain did not yield. “This is not just your decision to make, Arthur. Sending him away is foolish. We do not have enough people on our side who can fight!”

Kaze was looking Lancelot up and down, measuring him up no doubt. “How can you be sure that he is on our side?”

The knight was calmer when speaking to her. “He is Fey and he betrayed the Church, he did it all to save one of our own. They will be looking for him and wish to see him punished for his betrayal against them.”

Lancelot stepped forward, tired of seeing others step into danger for him. “I have turned away from the Church-”

Arthur shook his head in anger and disbelief. “There is no place here for a butcher like you. I saw what you did by the mill!”

The title was an insult to him. “I had my orders. I obeyed them. That does not mean that I approved of them.”

The Manblood rose his voice, “You try to say that you feel remorse for torturing Bergerum to lure the Green Knight out of that mill?!? I’m supposed to believe that? What was it that you said? Let me recall.” Arthur stepped dangerously close. “You said you were willing to wait for us, but that you would need to ‘occupy your time’, then you sank your sword into him and threatened to untwist his stomach. I still hear his screams even now!”

Lancelot’s gaze fell to the floor for a moment. And you struggled to listen to what he had done, feeling how the new knowledge set it’s claws into you. Unfortunately, Lancelot had noticed the change in your eyes, and so had Arthur.

The Manblood spoke to you, “Did they tell you that, Miss? You’re in the presence of a monster.”

Lancelot did not appreciate it. “Don’t.”

It was the spark Arthur had been waiting for to set fire to the oil. “Don’t you dare tell me what I can or cannot do! We should kill you where you stand!”

Gawain was visibly getting angry. “Killing him would be a mistake! We have Father Carden’s second in command at our side! The one who knows all the secrets of the Red Paladins and how they work. Their plans, their secrets, their strategy, he has it all! Do you not think that Father Carden would entrust him with matters that could change the course of this war?!”

“And you believe we can trust him with matters of the Fey? With matters that can change the course of the war and lead the paladins to victory?!” Arthur snapped back.

“He will not return to the Church!” Gawain said with conviction.

“How can you be sure?” Arthur scoffed.

Gawain pointed right at you but looked the Manblood dead in the eye. “See her? Half-Fey. Ash Folk like him. His wife. If he returns he loses not just her, but the boy he saved and risked his life for as well. Now, my trust is not given easily, but when I saw what he did for them I knew there was good in him. He belongs with the Fey!”

Arthur sneered, “Who says that she is not a mad Fey murderer as well?”

“Arthur.” Gawain disliked the hostile attitude.

It hit a nerve in Lancelot. “What I have done has nothing to do with her! She did not choose to be wed to me, it was decided for us!”

Arthur was appalled by it. “The Church forced this poor Fey woman to marry you? That is even worse!”

You hated how close Arthur was with the sword and Lancelot seemed to follow the advice of the knight to not draw out his own. You tried to step between them but Lancelot blocked you with his arm.

It was Percival who came and pushed Arthur back. “Stop it!”

“He’s dangerous, Percival! Nimue would have judged him to die!” Arthur tried to make the boy see reason.

The boy took on a defence stance. “No, she wouldn’t have! Nimue would have listened! She would have listened to what I’d tell her! Before she had the sword everyone always treated her like a monster, just like they do with Lancelot! She’d give him a chance to prove he is not one!” He snarled in warning, “If he has to leave, I won’t stay either!”

Gawain spoke to Arthur’s conscience, “Nimue would never forgive you for this, Arthur. She loved Percival.”

The Manblood was torn. “This is madness!”

Gawain stepped right in front of him. “We need him! And you know it! I gave you a chance, I ask that you do the same.”

“Please.” you begged Arthur. “I swear to you, and on my life, that we are here to help. Please, don’t send us away.”

“You can stay.” Arthur decided.

That did not mean Lancelot could and you decided to touch his arm to show another side of him to Arthur. Even Lancelot did not know how to react to the gesture that brought a message across.

“One chance. I beg you, Arthur.” You did not let go, even if the Ash Man felt self-conscious that they saw. “We will repay you for it.”

“Fine.” Arthur yielded sharp, barely able to belief he was doing this. “One chance. But if your husband causes trouble…” He held back the threat only because Percival was there to hear and glaring at him. Arthur straightened his back and looked at the dark-haired woman with the spear for a moment. He turned to Lancelot again. “We lost a lot of good people on that beach when the raiders attacked us before they could board the Pendragon ships. You will make yourself useful, or find a place somewhere far away from us.”

Lancelot presented himself as obedient. “I will aid wherever I can.”

The Manblood gave a sharp nod, gravely bothered by the situation that the Green Knight had brought to Gramaire.

“We will lock them into a room for the night. That is not negotiable.” Arthur told Gawain, then looked at Lancelot. “Tomorrow you will tell us everything you know. And I mean everything. I suggest you think well about that. It is time you do the right thing.”

Every word was filled with venom. You could tell that he loathed Lancelot.

“A fair request.” Gawain looked at you and Lancelot hopeful.

But Lancelot gave some resistance. “She should not have to undergo this treatment, Gawain.”

“It’s fine.” you told them. “They don’t know us and they need to see that we can be trusted.”

What appeared on the Ash Man’s face could only be described as a pout. He finally gave a nod, agreeing to the terms.

Arthur looked at Kaze. “Kaze?”

She gave a nod, began to walk and beckoned for Gawain to walk with her. When Percival did not follow, you halted.

“Percival?” You saw him at Pym’s side.

Arthur clarified why that was, “He has his own room here, and we know him. It’s you who we need to keep an eye on.”

You gave no resistance to that, it was a relief that the boy would not have to be locked into a room. “I will see you later.” you assured the boy.

Percival gave a small but sympathetic smile. “It’s going to be fine.”

Lancelot had halted too and was far more reluctant to leave the boy with people he had just met. “Percival.”

“It’s alright.” The boy comforted. “I know them.”

He still did not move and Gawain got worried that the Ash Man would do something foolish.

It was Percival walking up to him and quietly embracing his waist that broke the tension that had build in the air. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Lancelot had a hand on the back of the boy’s head. “Yes.”

Percival let go and stepped back. “Now please do what Arthur asks. He’ll see that you’re not the Weeping Monk anymore.”

It was a child that was able to calm the storm within him. Lancelot reluctantly began to follow Gawain and you followed a little behind. What Arthur had said kept going through your mind, how Lancelot had once tortured their friend Bergerum… It had been so upsetting to hear and you couldn’t deny that you wished you hadn’t. It left you conflicted, you wanted to talk to him about it but feared the answers that would come. You fought of the nausea that the distress caused in your stomach, he was trying so hard to atone for his past and you felt terrible for reacting like this to hearing of it.

“Everything alright?” Gawain happened to look back at you as they walked.

You quickly answered, “Yes.”

That slight tilt of Lancelot’s head let you know that he doubted that answer, he was looking at you from the corner of his eyes and you simple shook your head a little to let him know it wasn’t worth speaking of.

Especially not where others could hear.

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Humming a pleasant tune, Orange carried their hand-drawn plastic pine tree over their shoulder. They firmly plopped it around the middle of the PC, fluffing it up so the point was up.

They returned back to Adobe Animate, where a bin full of colorful ornaments lay. Orange decorated the tree with them, meticulously placing them in an aesthetically pleasing way. Not to forget the rainbow garland they used to tie it all together. It was beautiful, and Orange was admittedly proud of themself.

“What is that?” A familiar voice inquired. They looked over to see Red, curiously inspecting the tree.

“A Christmas tree!”

“Chris-what?” He furrowed his brow. The hollowhead couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Christmas!” They enunciated. “I was researching it, and it turns out, it’s a day when everyone gives each other gifts!”

“What?! Like a birthday?” Red squeaked. “I wanna do it!”

“No one’s stopping you. Though, it’s s’posed to happen today.” Hearing Orange’s short notice, Red ran off, yelling something about how many gifts he was gonna make.

–

Clearly word got around, because the entire gang met up when it was time. The brightness of the PC was dimmed, (as per Orange’s request), lights were strewn from wall to wall, and the tree had dozens of presents of different shapes and colors under it. Perhaps some mistletoe was around, too. The group had even decided to open up Youtube and play Crackling Fireplace 10 Hours to add a pleasant ambience.

“Who starts?” Blue asked, her feet swinging as she sat with everyone else on their couch. She had a glint of excitement in her eyes. Her, and everyone else, were ecstatic. Though, they weren’t too familiar with the rules of Christmas, so they were wary to begin.

“Let’s go in order of age!” Orange suggests.

“What?” Green dramatically groaned.

“C’mon G, I was gonna say youngest to oldest. But if you want to be second to last, then–” They were quickly interrupted.

“Wait!! Youngest to oldest is fine! I changed my mind!”

“Are you sur–”

“Yes!” Everyone laughed.

“OK, OK. Red, start with a present!”

Unable to sit still, Red was already up and bouncing on his heels. Out of the assortment of gift bags and wrapping paper, he chose one that caught his eye: a medium-sized gift, topped off with a bow. He didn’t even think to ask who it was from before he started ripping through the wrapping paper and cardboard.

The gift was revealed. It was a rather large plush pig, almost identical to Red’s past pet. After staring at it for a minute with awe, he recognized Yellow gave it to him and he practically tackled her with a hug, making the couch nearly tip over.

“Thank you!” He squeaked. Surprised by the reaction, Yellow froze, but eventually hugged back with a laugh.

“I knew you would like it,” She said. Red shortly returned to his seat, admiring his new plushie.

“Me next!” Green announced in a sing-song voice. He squinted at his presents, carefully examining and choosing his first one. He chose the largest box first, which was about half his height. “From Blue”, It was labeled. He definitely had some idea of what it could be, as he undid the wrapping in front of everyone.

A karaoke set, that’s what it was. Green pumped his fist in the air, with his trademark grin. He knew Orange was gonna hate this. They definitely would, because when they realized what it was, they groaned with annoyance. There was no seriousness with it, however. It was all playful.

“This is perfect, Blue. Thanks.” He talked, clearly already plotting something. Orange made a face at him and a silence fell over the group.

“This is from Blue, too.” Yellow suddenly said. Nobody had noticed her quietly grabbing a present while Orange and Green were starting drama. She neatly opened it, unwrapping the bow and unfolding the wrapping paper. 

It was a bowl? The semi-transparent lid obscured the contents inside, but it was definitely liquid. Confused, the giftee looked up at Blue.

“It’s redstone soup.” She explained. Yellow’s eyes lit up with a wild curiosity.

“Redstone is edible?! I can’t wait to try, thank you Blue!!” She exclaimed, hugging her close friend, the dish awkwardly positioned between them.

“Soup in a box..?” Orange spoke up.

“I didn’t want it to be obvious.” Blue reasoned.

“Huh.”

“Okay,” She chuckled. “My turn now.”

Blue had little hesitation picking from her pile, it seemed she didn’t mind which one she got first. It was a gift bag she picked, labeled “From Red”. She was in no haste to get it open as she tossed out the multi-colored tissue paper. Blue pulled out a long piece of fabric- a blanket. It had a design of kittens on one side, and paw prints on the other. She smiled.

“This is adorable,” She wrapped herself, as well as Yellow, with some extra room to spare in the blanket. “Thanks Red.”

“Yay!” Red cheered, happy to see his friends happy.

Suddenly Green whispered into Blue’s ear, who whispered to Red, who whispered to Yellow. They erupted into a conversation of murmuring that Orange couldn’t understand.

They started to get anxious, trying to lean forward and hear what they were so intensely conversing about. Their smile faltered. When the four scooted away from them, they had to ask.

“What are you guys talking about?” Orange sounded nervous.

“Don’t worry, Orange. Stay right here for a sec.” Green insisted, beginning to leave with the others. The rest had already run off.

“What’s happening?”

“Ah, well, just wait for it! It’s gonna be great!” He looked very enthusiastic. Unsure, Orange laid back on the couch and suspensefully waited for…something.

Soon enough, they heard their three other friends’ voices. They came into sight, with Green holding a large gift. They placed it in front of the hollow-head.

Thrilled, Orange jumped up, buzzing with excitement. They yanked off the top of the box and pulled out its contents. Admiring it, they noticed that it was a large, colorful blanket hoodie, fit with a large pocket. Each section was a different color- left and right sleeves were red and blue respectively, the hoodie was green, and the pocket was yellow. Not to mention the main part, which was orange.

“Do you like it?! We all helped to sew it!” Blue was the first to speak up.

“I love it!” Orange squeezed the soft fabric, their  grin wider than ever. “Thanks so much guys!” The group threw themselves into a giant hug, each of their smiles contagious.

“Christmas!!” Red shouted joyfully, making everyone laugh.

[cozylittleartblog]

Saw you on twitter through your post about alixpress and wanted to support you. Super happy with the stuff. Im in love with all these freaks so I'm definitely a happy customer ❤️ (Sorry for the crummy pics my phone is 7 years old lol)

thank you so much! i remember packing this order :> i'm very happy you like all your items 💖 and you have excellent taste in robots, if i do say so myself

[deadsetobsessions]

Damian Wayne was like a duckling. A violent, stab-happy, danger-prone duckling, yes, but a duckling all the same. Which means when Danny almost got stabbed by a sleepy, instinct driven Damian, he was able to wave it off with a laugh. Damian, on the other hand, stared in horror at the butter knife firmly lodged in Danny’s arm.

“PENNYWORTH!” Danny jerked back at Damian’s scream. “RICHARD! FATHER!”

God damn, the kid had a pair of lungs on him. Danny’s wince was interpreted as pain to Damian, who gently grabbed his injured arm and started to pull him towards the kitchen’s marble island.

Danny blinked, non plussed as his hearing picked up a thundering of feet as the present family members scrambled towards Damian’s distress call.

“Wait, Damian, I’m fine. It’s-”

“You have been impaled, you imbecile! Had it been any of the other simpletons, they would have-!”

“Ouch.” Danny put his other hand in mock hurt over his slow-beating heart. He literally doesn’t care about the butter knife. He’s just impressed there was enough force in there to impale him. “Are you calling me names now? After- gasp- stabbing me?”

Before Damian could reply, the beginnings of regret, remorse, and guilt on his face, Alfred, Dick, and Bruce burst into the kitchen.

“What happened?!”

“My word, master Danny!”

“What is it?!”

“I’m fine. It’s like a small stab. Not even a big stab. I’m good.”

Dick paled, seeing Danny’s arm clutched in Damian’s hand.

“That’s- that’s a knife. In your arm. How is that ‘fine’?!”

“What happened.” Bruce asked Damian, gently removing Danny’s arm from Damian’s death clutch.

“I- I did not mean to,” Damian starts, guilt coloring his voice.

“He didn’t,” Danny cuts in. “I startled him and got stabbed for being dumb. I won’t fault him for having a defense mechanism like that, ancient knows what I might do if you guys startled me.”

The awkward silence that settled at his words made Danny twitch awkwardly.

“Uh, so, can I add this knife to my collection? Even if I didn’t get mugged?”

“Danny.”

“Bruce.” Danny stared stubbornly back. With his uninsured hand, he patted Damian on the head. He was going to enjoy the fluffiness before Damian’s guilt was no longer enough to hold him back from snapping at Danny’s hand like a grumpy alligator. Bruce loses, obviously. He’s a teenager who was also an ex-vigilante. Batman’s got nothing on a determined halfa.

“Master Danny, I must insist you refrain from getting stabbed. There is only so much gauze and antiseptic cream in the house.” Alfred returned- huh, when did he leave?- with a med kit.

Danny called bullshit because he knows there’s a whole ass medical bay beneath the manor.

“Sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” Alfred said, promptly beginning the extraction of the butter knife.

“Are you okay?” Dick asked, hovering worriedly. “He- are you…?”

Damian was allowing Danny to ruffle his hair, so…

“Yep, I’m good. This isn’t even on my top thirty most painful stabbings,” and it really wasn’t. That honor was given to the GIW and that one time Jazz accidentally stabbed him with her earrings. “That was pretty impressive, actually. It’s like, a butter knife. The other ones had pointy ends.”

“Do not clump me with those pathetic wastes of spaces. I am naturally superior and would… would never harm you on purpose.” Damian said, getting quiet at the end like he was trying to plead to Danny to believe him.

“Of course not. But- if you want help me keep the knife, you can hit me with a mug, it would technically be a mugging.”

The pun got the desired effect. Damian leaned away with a disgruntled look and Dick stopped hovering as close in order to let out a small cackle.

“Done.”

“You should go get changed, kiddo. We’re going to see Tim’s photography at the Gotham Gallery today.”

“Oh, for real?” Danny patted Damian’s fluffy hair one last time, pushing away from the counter. “Oh, I’ll clean up here first and-”

“That will not be necessary,” Alfred scolded, a mop somehow already in his hands. “Please see to it you are prepared for the day.”

“Thanks, Alfred. Can I keep the knife.”

“Very well.”

“Sweet. See you guys later?” Danny pranced off after seeing the nods.

——

“He’s… he got stabbed a lot. Before us, I mean.” Dick tapped a furious rhythm onto the counter. “Not that we’ve stabbed him until now but even once is concerning for a civilian.”

“He was used to it.” Bruce replied.

“Perhaps we should join Todd in his endeavor and ensure that his worthless tormentors are permanently out of the picture.”

“God, he said top thirty. He was counting.”

Damian silently withdrew a kitchen knife.

“No murder with my quality chef’s knives, Master Damian.”

“Tt.”

“Master Jason follows the same rules. Now, out of the kitchen. I may be old, but I remember the last time master Bruce and master Dick stepped foot in here and I will not have a repeat.”

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

The Gossip Chronicles

Word Count: 835

Pairing: lando Norris x reader

Summary: Lando and Y/n, both lovers of gossip, eagerly dissect the drama after the drivers dinner

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The low hum of the air conditioning filled the room as Y/n lounged on the plush hotel bed, scrolling through her phone. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated her eager expression as she refreshed Twitter for the umpteenth time, hoping to catch a glimpse of what went down at the drivers’ dinner. She loved drama, and being with Lando Norris only fueled her insatiable thirst for F1 gossip.

She glanced at the clock. 10:45 PM. He’d been gone long enough.

When the door finally clicked open, Y/n practically leapt off the bed. Lando walked in, pulling the hood of his light blue hoodie down as he set his keycard on the dresser. The hoodie was slightly wrinkled, and the sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, giving him that effortlessly casual vibe that Y/n loved.

“Finally!” Y/n exclaimed, grabbing a pillow and chucking it lightly at him. “What took you so long? You know I’ve been dying to hear everything.”

Lando laughed, dodging the pillow with ease. “Nice to see you too, love.”

“Don’t ‘love’ me,” she said, crossing her arms and pouting. “Spill. Now.”

Lando tugged off his sneakers and flopped onto the bed beside her, the faint scent of cologne lingering as he did. “Alright, alright,” he said, adjusting his hoodie. “Where do I even start?”

“Max and George,” Y/n said immediately, her eyes lighting up. “I saw the clips from the press conference earlier, and you can’t tell me there wasn’t tension. What happened? Did they fight? Was it awkward?”

Lando chuckled, running a hand through his hair, making it stick up slightly under his hood. “Oh, it was so awkward. Max barely looked at George the entire dinner. He was polite enough to everyone else, but you could tell he was still pissed about the whole sprint race thing.”

“I knew it!” Y/n practically squealed, sitting up straighter. “Did George say anything to him?”

“Well,” Lando said, stretching his legs out, “George tried to be civil—like, he even made this joke about the weather or something—but Max just gave him that look. You know the one.”

Y/n nodded eagerly. “The ‘I’m about to crush you on the track’ look?”

“Exactly,” Lando confirmed, smirking. “It was so uncomfortable that even Carlos had to jump in and crack a joke to break the tension.”

“Of course Carlos did,” Y/n said, rolling her eyes fondly. “What about Lewis? Was he Switzerland as usual?”

Lando snorted. “Pretty much. He was sitting between Charles and George, though, so he didn’t really get involved. But I swear, Valtteri was eating it all up. You know how he loves watching chaos unfold without actually being in it?”

“That man is the definition of petty,” Y/n said, laughing. “What about Charles? Was he just… being pretty and clueless as usual?”

Lando burst out laughing. “Pretty much. He was just sitting there, sipping his wine, probably wondering how he got stuck in the middle of all this drama. Carlos kept nudging him like, ‘Just stay quiet.’”

Y/n leaned forward, her eyes wide with excitement. “Tell me more. Who else was doing what? Did Pierre and Yuki cause a scene? Did Oscar say anything?”

Lando laughed, pulling his hood back up for dramatic effect. “Yuki almost spilled his drink trying to get Pierre to stop flirting with the waitress. And Oscar… well, Oscar just looked like he was mentally filing for a restraining order from all of us.”

Y/n laughed so hard she had to clutch her stomach. “Poor Oscar. He didn’t sign up for this chaos.”

“No, but he’s learning quickly,” Lando said, chuckling.

“So,” Y/n said, leaning closer and dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “what’s your personal take on the Max and George drama? Whose side are you on?”

Lando gave her a playful side-eye, tugging on the drawstrings of his hoodie. “You trying to get me in trouble, love?”

“Always,” she said with a grin.

“Well,” Lando said, drawing out the word dramatically, “Max is definitely holding onto a grudge, but George isn’t exactly innocent either. I think they just need to have a proper shouting match and get it over with.”

Y/n nodded sagely. “Agreed. Maybe I should lock them in a room together during the next race weekend.”

“Or we could just sit back and enjoy the show,” Lando said, smirking. “You know there’s bound to be more fireworks soon.”

“True,” Y/n said, settling back against the pillows. “I swear, F1 is better than any reality TV show.”

Lando wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. “And you’re my favorite co-star.”

Y/n smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “You’re just saying that because I let you gossip as much as I do.”

“Maybe,” Lando admitted, laughing. “But hey, it’s our thing.”

[fangirl-dot-com]

🕸 With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility

Driver: Oscar Piastri Genre: SMAU/Fluff Occupation: Actor

☆ TAG LIST IS CLOSED ☆

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oscarpiastri2013 just hanging around set 🤟😁

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user1 oh my gosh he's such a loser....perfect for peter parker

user13 UHHGGG I WANT TO SEE THE SUIT - ALL WE'VE SEEN IS THE OLD ONE FROM CIVIL WAR 👹

flickthewrist still waiting for him to meet y/n l/n 🥱

user40 who's y/n and why is she important?

flickthewrist she's a formula 1 rookie driving for mclaren (which happens to be Oscar's favorite team) 🤭

user40 hmmmm might have to look into it!

robertdowneyjr you're crushing it kid! 💪

oscarpiastri2013 learned from the best 🥳

user2 YOUR HONOR I LOVE HIM ALREADY

lewishamilton my nephews are already waiting to see the movie

user77 WHAT THE HELL IS A POLAR BEAR DOING IN ARLINGTON TEXAS????

landonorris oohhhh ok I see the appeal y/n81

y/n81 YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO TAG ME WHAT THE HECK DUDE I HATE YOU

maxverstappen1 we were tired of hearing about him from you

y/n81 WHY ARE YOU ALSO HERE??? GO AWAY??? I KNOW WHERE YOU HIDE YOU SNACKS 😀

user33 my worlds are colliding and I'm not ready for it 🧍‍♀️

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y/n81 YES TEAM, P-WAAANNN BABY - THIS IS EVERYTHING I'VE BEEN DREAMING OF AND YOU'VE MADE IT POSSIBLE! I'M NOW ADDICTED TO THE TOP STEP 🧡

SUCK IT LANDO 🫵😌

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user3 I'm definitely NAWT crying like I actually know her in person but I'm so proud!

user91 PAPAYA 1-2 FINISH OH I USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THIS!! 🙏

landonorris ...suck it....lando?? 👁👄👁

y/n81 YES SUCK IT

landonorris charles_leclerc pls come get your gremlin - I don't want her as a teammate anymore 🧍‍♀️

charles_leclerc I fear she became your problem back in march, I'm keeping my peace

landonorris is that code word for sucking max's d-

y/n81 HEY NOW LET'S NOT IN MY WINNING POST

charles_leclerc norris you better watch your back next race 😀

landonorris I feel threatened and I don't like it

user45 so underserved - if you can't win without your teammate being told to swap positions then you don't deserve it

user82 kindly shut up 😚

oscarpiastri2013 👏 amazing race!

y/n81 THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU (I'm totally normal about this)

maxverstappen1 did she just scream from her motor home??

landonorris yep. get the ear plugs ready.

user57 this is just the beginning of l/n domination - it could bore the fans

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oscarpiastri2013 I am so very thankful to have been invited to the McLaren garage to witness another spectacular win from Y/n!

(also thank you to the nice worker who lent me a team polo after spilling coffee down my shirt 😁)

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user47 SOMEONE PINCH ME I'M DREAMING

user91 is the movie done filming?? he seems like he's had a lot of time on his hands??

flickthewrist filming ends in a couple of months and then there will be the premier!

user91 thank you!

y/n81 I'm beginning to think you might be lucky

landonorris you seem quite tame?

maxverstappen1 oh she's not. she's about to hyperventilate and Charles is freaking out

charles_leclerc SOMEONE TELL HER TO BREATHE?? HER FACE IS THE SAME COLOR AS THE SPIDER-MAN SUIT!!!!!

oscarpiastri2013 I will have to 🕸stick🕸 around then!

y/n81 AHAHAHAHA STICK THAT'S SO FUNNY YOU'RE SO COOL

charles_leclerc yeah she just fell out of her chair 🧍‍♀️

chrisevans kid you need to get back to set

robertdowneyjr evans here decided to set fire to the microwave

oscarpiastri2013 fine 🙄

user22 is anyone else ever confused as to WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON IN THE COMMENTS??

lewishamilton I've just decided to roll with it ☕️

user72 finally, a race that showed off y/n's talents! no team orders this time!!

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maxverstappen1 didn't know air-max was part-time baby sitting that includes nap time

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user38 this is actually hilarious

user4 this just shows that lando can indeed fall asleep anywhere :D

user88 ARE WE JUST GOING TO IGNORE THAT Y/N IS LITERALLY SLEEPING ON SOMEONE??

charles_leclerc they're going to be so pissed when they wake up

maxverstappen1 they sleep on my plane, I get black mail 😈

danielricciardo I fear for my life

maxverstappen1 you should ☺️

robertdowneyjr pls bring the kid back in one piece?? Jon will kill me if he's not

maxverstappen1 👍

user79 DOES THIS MEAN OSCAR IS ON AIRMAX?? IS HE SLEEPING?? IS HE THE ONE BENEATH Y/N?? ANSWERS PEOPLE I NEED ANSWERS

mclaren just a pair of sleepy teammates 🧡

maxverstappen1 the bill is $1,203,206 for daycare

mclaren I'm just the admin 🧍‍♀️

user37 ok but Oscar and y/n together would be so cute!!

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f1wags so after some recent (very recent) activity between y/n and Oscar, I felt like he needed a little introduction IF he's going to be the newest wag to the paddock!

oscar jack piastri is an australian actor now most known for his role as Peter Parker in the MCU. he made his debut two years ago in Captain America Civil War and now fans are debating if he's the best spiderman yet! the perfect mix of boy-next-door Peter with a sarcastic side behind the iconic mask! Spiderman Homecoming is set to release in theaters January 5, 2025 (two years after the announcement of the movie).

His other roles include The Impossible, In the Heart of the Sea, and The Lost City of Z.

His interests outside of Formula 1 include cricket and chess.

Although there hasn't been an official announcement from either Y/n or Oscar, their friendship so far has been fun to see. Oscar would be Y/n's first boyfriend (as she has previously stated that she has had no time to date due to trying to work toward a full-time Formula 1 seat).

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f1gossipgirl I am INVETSTED IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP

user2 what is max doing in the likes???

maxverstappen1 shhhhh I'm on a secret mission 🕵️

charles_leclerc it's not a very good secret mission SINCE YOU COMMENTED ABOUT IT

landonorris someone free me from these two I BEG

user84 y/n has also been a fan of Oscar's since The Impossible :)

user8 awwww first boyfriend 🥹 Oscar better not hurt her in anyway or there will be blood

oscarpiastri2013 .....dully noted 🧍‍♀️

user92 I need y/n to be invited to the premier!!!

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y/n81 my spider-boy 🕷❤️

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user30 I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT AHAHAHAHA

user92 I'm glad they just decided to hard-launch after max soft-launched for them

charles_leclerc YES FERRARI RED 👏 SO PROUD

landonorris this is betrayal at it's finest - you WILL be hearing from my lawyers

y/n81 I'm surprised you know what that word is

landonorris ya know what? I'm glad that osco has taken you off my hands

user94 LANDO ALREADY HAS A NICKNAME FOR OSCAR I'M DYING

user84 y/n is SLAYING IN THE SPIDER-MAN RED

charles_leclerc *ferrari red 😌

oscarpiastri2013 my spider-girl 🥺

y/n81 I'm glad you didn't pass out while we tried to do the kiss

oscarpiastri2013 it's not like I hang upside down for a living or anything :)

maxverstappen1 you're welcome for that picture by the way. I still want compensation 🙄

oscarpiastri2013 you can be in the next film?

maxverstappen1 done.

charles_leclerc I WANNA BE IN THE NEXT FILM?? LOOK AT THIS FACE - IT DESERVES TO BE ON THE BIG SCREEN - MAX TELL THEM

landonorris please, for everything that is good and holy on this planet, GO AWAY

user33 I'm still confused as to what is GOING ON

lewishamilton just sit back and sip

user81 THEY DID THE KISS

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[ann1-wr1tes]

Save a Horse, ride a Cowboy

Synopsis: You make the mistake of placing Leon's cowboy hat on your head and you have no idea what the "Cowboy rule" is...

Warnings: Smut, Adult themes, filth

Word Count: 2,692

A/N: Cowboy. Leon. Two of my most favorite things.

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Your eyes dart around the entire space around you as your ears are drowned out by cheers and screams for the person who was currently riding a bull. Your friends thought it would be fun to go see a rodeo and so far it had been fun.

You got to see tons of people getting hurled off bulls which was entertaining in itself but you also couldn't help but agree with your friends when they all started to gush over how "hot" some of the cowboys were. Everywhere you looked you saw bandannas, flannels, cowboy hats, and flared jeans. You felt a little bit underdressed wearing your usual jeans and t-shirt but it was still fun getting to see all the hot cowboys and Southern charm.

As your friends ranted about this one man they saw who was about to ride a bull, you found your eyes stuck on someone else. Your eyes were glued to this one cowboy who was busy trying to calm the bull down enough to get the rider on top.

You couldn't see fully from where you were sitting but you could see the man's pretty blonde locks sticking out from underneath his cowboy hot and his crystal blue eyes that narrowed in concentration as he coaxed the bull into temporary peace. You didn't want to admit that you were drooling over him but you knew your friends would tease you if they saw how much you were staring at this guy.

Soon the rider is situated on the bull and a gunshot rings through the air. The gate that leads to the field is kicked open and within a second the bull is running out and thrashing wildly with the rider on top. You can audibly hear all the "ooohs" and "ahhs" as the rider holds on. Your friends are all squealing and cheering themselves as the man almost gets thrown off.

Then with another flail, the rider is thrown off the bull and ends up painfully tumbling onto the ground. As soon as that happens there are people going onto the field to scrape up the rider from the floor as others go to subdue the bull.

You can't help but cheer and holler as well as a smile comes to your face. What a show.

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After the rodeo was over you wanted to conclude the evening by venturing to a nearby bar. It seemed like a lot of the people from the rodeo came as well as you noticed that once again you were surrounded by Southern accents and cowboy hats.

Your little group made their way to the bar and started to hover around it as the bartender asked everyone what they were getting. As soon as the orders are taken you are about to pay but as soon as you are about to give some cash to the bartender you are interrupted by a thick southern drawl.

"Drinks are on me, darlin'."

Your head turns and you are met with the same face you were admiring earlier. The fluffy blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and oh…you could see him much better now and god did the man look heavenly in the candlelight that emitted from the bar.

You could now make out the stunning facial features of the man and you could feel your heart speed up tenfold when your eyes grazed over his chiseled jaw and high cheekbones. The way the cowboy hat sat on his head made something buzz inside you.

You are broken out of your thoughts when you hear your friends snicker from behind you. The man even seems to notice your sudden shock as a subtle smirk comes to his face.

"You don't need to do that." you smile nervously as the man's eyes rake over you. You think you might have gotten lost in those eyes. "But thank you anyway."

"No need to thank me, sweetheart. Something as pretty as you should have all the men 'round here buyin' your drinks." He winked at you making your cheeks heat up. Your friends snickered again but you ignore them with a small roll of your eyes.

"The name is Leon by the way, Leon Kennedy." he introduces while holding out his hand. You take it and introduce yourself in return and you're immediately caught off guard when Leon goes to press a kiss against your knuckle.

You were so relieved when you finally got your drinks. You thought you were about to combust just by being around Leon. Leon on the other hand was relishing in your flustered looks and shy behavior, in fact, he thought you were the cutest thing he'd ever laid eyes on.

Though soon your shy, flustered behavior was pushed back by liquid courage. It was sped up by how quickly you were drinking your beers but soon you didn't even notice how you were practically leaning into Leon, muttering things about the rodeo and how hard it seems to ride bulls.

"I mean…I thought the guy was gonna be dead…how he got flung off that thing.." you murmured to yourself with a silly grin as you looked up at Leon.

"Well ridin' is all in the hips sugar~" Leon hummed while leaning back on his elbows. Your stomach fluttered at the suggestive tone and you took another sip of your beer to try and quell your nerves. In an attempt to change the subject, your eyes dart to his hat and a smirk starts to pull at your lips.

"Y'know you look great in that hat…" you compliment as you eye it. Leon chuckles and gives you a smile that has you wondering why it makes your heartbeat pick up.

"Is that so?" he asks. You nod but there's a glint of playfulness in your eyes as you look at the cowboy hat.

"I think it'd look better on me though~" your hands reach out and pluck the hat right off of Leon's head and you place it on yours. You adjust it and tilt it just right on your head like it was on Leon's and then you look at him with a wide grin.

"Well, how does it look?" You ask. Leon seems frozen for a moment as his mind starts to comprehend what you just did. You notice the sudden hesitance for a moment and you almost think that you did something wrong but a smirk soon returns to Leon's face and there's an amused look as he flicks the brim of the hat up.

"It suits you well sugar, but do you know what happens when you put on another cowboy hat?" he asks.

Suddenly you're hit with confusion and it reads all over your face as Leon chuckles. Even the bartender seems to laugh a little and he quickly turns around and starts to clean out glasses when you look at him.

"No…?"

"Well, we have a rule called the Cowboy Rule. If you wear the cowboys hat, then you have to ride the cowboy." Leon explains calmly before taking a swig of his drink. You blink in surprise and you can feel the blush start to creep onto your face. You look down at your drink to hide it.

"Oh," is all you manage to croak out. Your throat suddenly feels incredibly dry. You feel a hand hook under your chin you meet Leon's piercing gaze. His eyes are filled with amusement and it sends shivers down your spine.

"If I do then can I keep the hat?" you cheekily ask. The corners of Leon's mouth tug up and it causes your insides to flip. Your heart begins to beat quicker.

"Wanna find out?" Leon says as he leans forward until his lips are barely inches away from yours. It takes everything in you to not close the space between you two. Instead, you nod your head frantically hoping that he understands your silent request for more.

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Hungry hands rake across your body as your own hands run down Leons. The feeling of his skin against yours makes every single nerve in your body burn as you slowly unbutton his shirt and he reaches for yours as well. Your bodies collide together like magnets practically, there's such a strange pull that seems to be between you two as your mouths clash together.

Leon's teeth nip at your lower lip and you moan softly as he slides his tongue past your lips and deepens the kiss. In return you rake your hands through his blonde strands, tugging lightly when Leon's hand trails along your sides, going down to rest on your hips.

The cowboy hat still sits on your head as you lean back, breaking the kiss to sit back on your haunches. The sight in front of you was heavenly. Leon was laid back, his legs slightly parted, his shirt halfway unbuttoned and exposing his chest, then of course there was the glassy, lustful look in his blue eyes as his swollen lips were slightly parted.

The entire image made your cunt flutter with need.

You take off the hat for a moment and place it back on Leon's as you yank your shirt up and off your body and then your hands work to unbutton the rest of his buttons on his shirt. As soon you are done, Leon slips his shirt off and yanks you back on top of him by your hips.

In that action, your hips accidentally roll against his causing you both to have a moment of pleasure from the friction.

"Fuck darlin'…need to feel more of you.." Leon huskily utters as his hands tighten around your hips a little more.

With a hum of agreement your rest your hands on his chest and go to straddle his lap a bit better so that your heated core is pressed right up against his erection that is straining through his jeans. Teasingly, you roll your hips again and you both let out a long moan.

"Shit…stop teasin' me," Leon mumbles, his voice rasping and rough as it sends shivers down your spine. You giggle breathlessly, pressing your hips harder against the bulge in his jeans, grinding a little more.

"Why would I stop? I wanna see how many pretty noises I can get out of you cowboy." you coo.

Leon growls in response as he roughly pulls you back towards him, slamming a searing kiss to your mouth. This time he moves his free hand down and it slips down your jeans, finding your clothed clit and he rubs small circles against it. Your hips buck in response and you let out loud moans against Leon's lips.

"That's it baby…let me hear you." He grunts.

It's practically music to your ears as you rock your hips against his fingers as he continues to rub your clit and you feel the knot in your stomach tightening. Leon suddenly pulls his fingers away and you whine. You're left with nothing but the ache between your legs.

In desperation, your hands fly down to Leon's belt buckle and you start to undo his belt as quickly as you could.

"Easy there honey, I'm not goin' anywhere." Leon chuckles. He replaces your hands with his and soon he's tugging his pants down along with his black boxers to reveal his hardened cock. Its springs to life and slaps against his stomach.

You groan at the sight of it. It's big and thick and you almost want to take him in your mouth until his hands are already working on your own jeans.

He unbuttons your jeans and pushes them down your thighs. You kick them the rest of the way off and reposition yourself on top of Leon. Right as you are about to sink down onto Leon's length he interrupts you.

"I think you're forgettin' something.." Leon takes his cowboy hat off and puts it back on top of your head, tilting it just right.

"Beautiful." Leon breathes in a low tone.

"I think it looks better on you." You smile as Leon's hand grazes over your cheek and tucks a stray hair away from your face.

"That's nonsense, it looks stunnin' on you." He smirks and his thumb drags up and down your jawline, gently rubbing your cheek. The butterflies in your stomach flutter even more as he leans in closer to you, your noses brushing against one another.

You rub your slick folds back and forth on Leon's tip and slowly sink down onto his length, letting out moans at the stretch.

"L-Leon… it..so much" You pant between clenched teeth, gripping onto his broad shoulders.

"It's okay sweetheart, let me help.." he coos. The hands on your hips slowly start to help you roll into his, making sure to go slow and his grasp was decently gentle as he helps you build up a good pace.

"It's all in the hips sugar…." Leon whispers in your ear, sending tingles down your spine.

Soon on your own accord, you start to ride him faster. It catches Leon off guard as waves of hot, blinding pleasure course through his veins. He throws his head back with an audible moan as you bounce up and down on his cock.

"Good girl, keep rollin' your hips like that.." Leon praises, his voice rumbling low in his chest.

You nod and do as you are told, your body starting to twitch against Leon, your hands clenching onto his forearms tighter as he starts thrusting upwards, trying his best to push himself inside of you and meet your steady rhythm.

A whimper escapes your mouth as Leon sits up, connecting his lips to your neck. One of his hands trails up your back and plants itself on the nape of your neck as his lips suck and kiss your sensitive skin.

Your mind is spinning, your heart beats furiously. There are no words that can describe how amazing it all feels. Especially as the euphoria grows and the knot in your belly tightens. Leon, in his own desperation to chase his oncoming high, continues to buck his hips up into yours wildly from below.

His head has fallen back against the pillow as he feels your cunt tighten around him.

"Jesus…you feel so good darlin'." Leon groans in appreciation. You don't say anything, only moaning loudly and moving your hips with more vigor. The sounds from your mouth cause Leon to shudder as he watches you move against him. The sound of his name falling out of your mouth is driving him crazy and you look so damn pretty in his cowboy hat.

After a few more moments of bliss, you finally come undone releasing all of the fluids onto Leon's cock as your eyes roll back into your head and you slump down on top of Leon. Leon helps you along by moving his hand down to toy with your clit as you shudder from the waves of your orgasm.

"Look at you, you pretty little thing. So beautiful.." he grunts.

His hand comes up to the back of your neck as he holds you to his chest while burying his nose in the crook of your neck.

Your breathing is heavy and you wrap your arms tightly around his torso, feeling warm all over your body after your climax. Leon sighs as he starts to rub small circles into your back.

"Damn sweetheart, you may just be the death of me." he coos. A soft smile forms on your lips. Your head rests firmly on his chest, and you peer up at him.

"Does that mean I can keep the hat?" You ask with a sheepish smile.

Leon chuckles and rests a hand on your hat-covered head.

"Yeah, I 'spose so. It suits you."

[darnell-la]

𝗜'𝗟𝗟 𝗚𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧

pairing: old man!logan howlett x young female!reader

warnings: staring, rude people in public, Logan with no emotion, begging, oral (male receiving), riding, doggy, neck kisses, slightly forced cream pie, multiple orgasm, moans from both sides, very rough sex, angry animalistic Logan, etc.

request: Hi! I love your work, Could I request Oldman!Logan x young fem!reader (22 years) that has a baby fever and really wants to have Logan's baby (also to shut the mouths of those who make fun of her dating an older man), she decides to prepare a surprise for him so that he can get her pregnant soon. Reader is needy and Logan is rude.

note: Logan as always is mean and an over-thinker, but he can’t seem to not give what his perfect girl wants. A breeding session.

teaser - Logan gets kinda subby in here. can’t stop cumming…

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How do you guys feel about an X-Men story with the reader? Logan is rude Logan at first, then slowly shows small affection towards the reader. Jealousy and things of that sort. They soon hit it off, and after Logan starts acting rude again because he’s scared of the love he grew for her. It’ll be a long story, but something to read at night. ALL ON WATTPAD! Comment below, please!

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“Stop gettin’ in your feelings, Bub. They ain’t gon stop,” Logan said, talking about the people looking their way in the expensive restaurant Logan decided to take y/n out at.

“But, isn’t it rude? Why do they care so much about who I’m with? Or who you’re with!?” Y/n tried whispering and keeping her facial expressions normal. She didn’t want them to know she was bothered, but it wasn’t hard to see.

“Just relax, Bub — Ain’t nun gon happen with a few eyes lookin’ attcha,” Logan had picked up the menu to continue searching through what he wanted to order for himself and his girl.

“Are you two ready, or shall you get more time?” The man asked in an accent that made Logan roll his eyes. “Just appetizers for now. Gonna get the cheese bites with a side of marinara sauce, and two Caesar salads,”

“And drinks?” The waiter asked as he looked at y/n, wanting to hear the young lady talk as he was done listening to the older grumpy man.

“I’ll have a whiskey, no ice, and she’ll have water for now,” Logan ordered for her, eyes still on the menu as y/n faked a bright smile on her face so at least one of them looked like they wanted to be here.

“Are you sure that’s all you want? We have a lot of cocktails. Even mocktails if you’re not feeling alcohol going lady,” Logan laughed at the small sign the water gave. They always go.

“She’s fine, trust me,” Logan said, leaning his girl from head to toe. He knew her like a book. He knew her life at the back of his hands. He loved showing it too.

“I’m fine, thank you,” y/n smiled at the man as he looked at Logan. He wanted to speak, say something, but he couldn’t. Logan wasn’t actually doing anything to make the man complain.

“Get a load of that guy,” y/n rolled her eyes as he walked off. “Yep,” Logan said, not really caring. “Why are you always so calm? He was disrespecting us. Disrespecting you,” y/n said, confused about why the man never cared.

“I’m still alive, aren’t I? You’re making it seem like that fetus of a man shot at me,” y/n rolled her eyes and sat back as she crossed her arms, upset at the lack of care Logan had. She felt like she was the only one who cared about things.

Throughout the night, Logan made small talk with y/n to ease her mood. She tried to stay upset at the man, but the hand grabs, foot nudges, and complements made her melt

“Said you had a surprise for me, Bub?” Logan asked as the two made it into the hotel that Logan bought for the night. The top floor had a good view, a view he knew y/n would love.

“Yeah, but I thought we were going back to the house,” y/n pouted, a bit tipsy as Logan carried her through the door. “I know, and I apologize, princess. If you left it at the house, you can give it to me tomorrow. Or I can go get it now?” Logan suggested.

“No, no, you don’t have to do all that. I-I got it. I got it,” Y/n said as she kicked her heels off and walked towards the bed with Logan.

He had a few drinks, but that never affected him. She prayed it would tonight so she wouldn’t have to work hard, but she’ll deal with it.

Y/n knows Logan’s a hard one to crack, but the man loved her. He’s so anything for her, so a long session of begging or anything of that sort, would make him crack. Only for her.

“Get comfortable — I’ll be back,” Y/n said as she stumbled to the bathroom. Logan chuckled as he got undressed, already knowing y/n wanted to have sex. She always does, and he never says no.

Y/n didn’t take long to get stripped and walk out of the bathroom slowly. The lights were dim, and Logan sat up against the headboard of the bed, legs spread and waiting for his perfect girl.

“I-I know you’re against it, and I know you always shut me down, but tonight is special. I-I really, really want you tonight,” Y/n said, slowly crawling on the bed as Logan’s chest rose.

“You always get me, Bub, so what’s there to beg about?” Logan said as he rubbed his thighs. “I want you to cum in me,” y/n looked at him with those eyes he could barely say no to.

“Y/n, don’t start tonight. Ian tryna ruin the night,” Logan has rolled his eyes with a sigh. “Baby, please,” y/n begged, trailing her hands up his legs until they were mid-thigh.

“Keep beggin’ for that shit, and ima turn around and go to sleep,” Logan warned the girl, but she ignored him and put his cock in her hand. “C’mon, daddy, please,” y/n said, bringing out the word she used in once in a blue moon.

“Nah uh, get off, y/n. I told you what was gonna happen-“ Before he could finish, y/n wrapped her wet mouth around his tip, sucking down hard as her tongue moved up and down his slit.

“F-Fuck,” Logan’s legs shook as he gripped the sheets. “Y/n, remove your fucking mouth,” Logan demanded, but she ignored him, looking into his angry dark eyes as she slipped down onto his cock, taking all the inches in that she could.

“Y-Y/n!” The man groaned loudly, hips bucking as his hand went to her hair, pulling her up to get her off, but not strong enough. He was physically stronger than her, so she knew if he wanted her off, he’d get her off.

“Fuckin- Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ bad,” Logan said as his other hand cupped her cheek. “But you take my cock so well,” Logan admitted with a chuckle as he slowly began moving her head at a pace he wanted her to suck in.

“Always so fuckin’ needy — Needy little slut can’t just enjoy my cock. Always needs my cum to satisfy her,” Logan said, now moving his hips, allowing his cock to thrust up into her throat.

“That’s it, kid — Fuckin’ suck me up since you want it so bad. You ain’t gettin’ it in that cunt. You ain’t earn it yet,” Logan said, watching spit spill from her mouth.

Y/n did her best to look up and into his eyes. Her was glossy, streaming tears as he grew dark. He couldn’t hold back his deep groan at the sight of her taking his cock like this.

“Don’t fuckin’ look at me like that,” Logan said, getting angry at her. He hated how bad she was, but loved that she’d do anything to get what she wanted from him.

“Fuckin’ brat,” Logan growled, snapping his hips faster to make her gag and cough on his cock. Maybe if she was too busy trying to focus on taking him, she’d stop silently begging for him to breed her.

It’s not like the man didn’t want to. He was just insecure. Yeah, he and y/n had been dating for a while, but the people roaming about are right. At least that’s what he thought at the time.

What if he is too old for her? He’d basically be baby-trapping her if he gave her what she wanted. He swore she’d regret it.

He forced himself to think that way, but every time y/n took his cock, rather that was with her mouth, cunt, ass, or anything, she’s beg him to breed her. Something in him knew she wanted it, but the other part held him back.

“Fuck, y/n, stop it! Stop fucking looking at me like that!” Logan shouted at the girl, an animalistic tone slipping out as he fucked her throat.

Y/n didn’t stop. She continued, whether her eyes could barely stay on him or not, she kept looking up at him, begging him to breed her.

“Y/n, I can’t — I fucking can’t,” the man had thrown his head back, whining as he felt himself near. He’s me we did that before, but him trying to yell her no but also seeing her beg, was too much for him. He was overstimulated by his thoughts.

Y/n slapped Logan’s hands off of him and quickly crawled onto him. She grabbed his cock and aligned herself with him before sitting down.

The moan that escaped her mouth made his eyes widen. “F-Fuck, kid, stop it!” Logan said, but his hands came to her waist and kept her in place. She tried to bounce, but he didn’t even allow her to do that.

Logan’s feel curled as his fingernails dug into her sides, causing her to feel in pain, but also pleasure. “Do it, daddy, please,” was all had to say on his cock before he jumped over the edge.

Logan’s mouth parted as his whole body stuttered. No noises came from his mouth for a second as y/n felt his warm seed coat her walls.

“Yes! Yes, daddy, yes!” Y/n cried out with happiness before she buried her face into the crook of his neck, sucking into his skin hard. That pulled all of his groans and moans out.

Logan’s hands wrapped around the girl's back and waist, pulling her into his body as she grinned against his pelvis, letting her swollen bud feel all the affection it needed.

“Please, more, Logan. Please. Please,” y/n continued rubbing against him as her whole body felt numb. She was going to cum, and Logan knew it. Damn her.

“Fuck, kid — F-Fuck,” Logan’s legs kicked as he tried keeping himself in, but he couldn’t. She squeezed him so hard for him not to do what she’d been begging for, for the longest.

“Y/n,” Logan’s voice cracked as his nails broke the skin on the young girl's back and waist. “Yes, yes!” Y/n almost cried as her body kicked up and she came, sucking the man too hard. To damn hard.

Logan’s mouth parted once again as his eyes crossed, feeling too much pleasure as he spilled into y/n for the second time and took the love bites y/n gave him on his neck.

Logan was pissed. He was so damn pissed at y/n for not listening to him. He wanted to punish her, but how? How could he after he bred her? He wouldn’t be able to pull out. And fuck a condom. He was fucked. He broke the promise he kept to himself. He really fucking loves her to let her do this to him.

“You’re so fuckin’ bad, y/n,” Logan breathed out into y/n’s ear, alarming her. He wasn’t relaxed. He was angry. “You like gettin’ what you want?” The man asked as he slowly lifted y/n off of him. She was being held in the air.

“Then ima give you what you fucking want,” before y/n knew what he meant, the man flipped the two, allowing him to hover over her.

“S-Sorry, I just- I really needed you. I-I love you so much, and I-I — I want you to give me a baby. I-If you don’t want it, I-I’ll just take the plan b tomorrow. I promise,” y/n couldn’t stop stuttering.

She felt a slight fear. She knew how Logan got, and now that he’d already come in her, he’d be worse.

“Fuck that plan b. You wanna baby? Then deal with the fucking consequences,” Logan turned y/n around and forced her onto her hands and knees. Before she could process anything, he plunged into her.

“Fuuck!” Y/n screamed at the new angle and the hard thrust. “Shut the fuck up, and take it,” the man groaned as a hand came down on her ass. “Take my fuckin’ kid, since you wasn’t em so damn bad,” he added.

Y/n cried into the sheets, thinking he couldn’t fuck her hard until his claws came out. He’d never done this before, but she knew what he was up to.

The man’s claws punched into the wall right in front of the two. He gripped tightly, making sure he wasn’t going anywhere before he pounded her into the mattress.

The young girl's neck and back belt pain. He was breaking her and didn’t care. She wanted this.

“Lot,” y/n whined, not being able to say what she had to say. She was beyond fucked. “Don’t worry, Bub — You’re gonna make a damn good mom,” Logan said, making sure she knew he was up for this.

Y/n slightly smiled as her cunt quivered, finally letting out another orgasm as her eyes closed. “S-So good,” she said as she slipped away. “I know, baby — I know,” the man growled.

Logan never stopped his thrust, making sure she’d feel the soreness when she woke up. And the loads he was going to leave in her.

[mrsbarnesblog]

my girl

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summary: even if you knew that you and Rafe were just hooking up, hearing his friend's comments about you, while you were preparing a venue for the event, hurt more than you expected it to

word count: 2k.

warnings: fwb (or smth like that) to lovers, mentions of sex but nothing explicit, Rafe's friends lol, swearing

a/n: soft Rafe is my weakness, I'm sorry. he's on my mind 24/7 and I literally don't know what to write

You were running around the outdoor venue with boxes full of pastry, where in a few hours there was going to be an annual celebration with lots of rich people. For some reason, Ward Cameron, who was paying for everything here, decided that your father’s small bakery was good enough to feed all of the kooks, so from the afternoon on, you were organizing tables to make everything look perfect. 

The place itself looked truly magical—decorated with a lot of flower arrangements, lights and expensive furniture. It was located at Figure 8, so you obviously never had the opportunity to visit it before. It was Kook’s territory, and even with your family’s bakery, which was pretty popular on the island, you were not welcome here.

Just a few minutes ago, Ward himself came to the venue with Rafe and his son’s best friends in order to check how everything was going. 

As soon as your eyes met Rafe’s, you both stopped for a few seconds, too shocked to see each other in a public place. What happened between you and Kook's prince was something that you had never expected to get into, yet here you were. 

You didn’t know what got into you that one night, but out of nowhere, Rafe was talking to you, smiling, looking all sexy and without his usual cockiness, so you couldn’t resist him. 

It wasn’t that you even regretted your decision; it just became more weird every single time you met because he wasn’t bad. Rafe Cameron wasn’t an asshole, which everyone made him seem to be. He was affectionate and surprisingly soft, always checking on you while you two were together and never pressuring you to leave. You wholeheartedly had to admit that it became more than just sex after a few weeks, no matter how hard you tried to deny it. 

You were definitely not dating, mostly because he had never asked you to, but you two were always texting about random stuff, he would even pick you up to hang out at his secret spot on the beach, or just to simply sit in his truck with lots of food and talk. Part of you hated it, but Rafe made you feel so comfortable and safe around him so you were scared to push it and ask him what was happening between you. 

Rafe’s eyes stayed fixated on you as his father, Kelce and Topper stood near him, looking around the venue and chatting. But he could not care less about it because his entire attention was drawn to you and how adorable you looked in your pink tennis skirt and simple white polo with the bakery's logo on it. 

He may or may not be responsible for Ward’s choice of bakery to work with, because Rafe made sure to accidentally mention it a few times, knowing that it would be a good profit for your family. Yet, seeing you here slightly took him off guard, as the first thought that appeared in his head was to go up to you, flirt and make you blush, or just simply kiss you. But he couldn’t, right? At least not until he properly talked to you. 

“Damn, she’s hot, even for a pogue. No wonder you hit it a few times, bro. I'd do it too.” The moment words left Topper’s mouth, Rafe’s heart dropped into his stomach. Kelce snickered, fistbumping Topper, and Rafe cursed himself for running his mouth. He really considered drowning his friends in the nearest lake. 

“Shut your fucking mouth.” Rafe seethed through gritted teeth, elbowing his friend. 

“I would appreciate you both watching your language.” Ward sighed, wincing and rubbing a hand on his beard. He looked at Rafe, who completely ignored his questioning gaze while trying to figure out how to fix it. 

Even with you standing with your back facing them, Rafe saw that you heard it too. Your hand froze in the air, still holding a cupcake, and your shoulders sagged in disappointment and hurt.

Only a few seconds later, you came back to your senses. Your back straightened, you finished decorating the table and you put empty boxes in the trash can. You turned around, showing the fakest smile Rafe had ever seen on your face. Your nails digged in your palm to control yourself, and you stepped closer to the four of them. 

“Mr. Cameron, thank you for working with our bakery. It really means a lot for my family. I did everything and now the event manager should carry on. I, um, should go. I have a lot of stuff to do. Have a great night.” Your eyes were glossy, with tears clearly visible on your waterline. As you awkwardly and in a rush thanked Ward, you didn’t even look at Rafe or either of his friends, knowing damn well that it would break you. 

You didn’t even wait for Ward’s response before storming off, trying to get as far away from these people as possible. Your chest felt too heavy, and the lump in your throat was so hard that you could barely speak. But you didn’t even walk a few feet away before a familiar hand wrapped around your wrist and made you turn around. 

“What do you want from me?” You snapped at Rafe, trying to yank your hand out of his grip. “Don’t touch me, Rafe.”

“This is not what you think it is.” He said, searching for your eyes. His brows were knit together, and his eyes were big and round, almost in fear. 

“Oh no? Isn’t it what I am to you? Just a hit. Just another one on your long list. Why are you bothering to explain anything to me anyway?” You laughed, barely able to hold back your tears. As if it were not enough that you cried in front of Rafe, neither his friends nor his father seemed to mind their own business, obviously listening to your conversation. 

“No. You know that it was more for me, Y/N. I’m serious about you, okay? Topper just cannot filter his fucking mouth.” 

“Stop doing it, Rafe!” You broke, not bothering to hide anymore. “Stop playing with my feelings when you know damn well that you won’t have anything serious with me. I’m not rich, I’m not a kook and I’m not like the prefect girls you usually hang out with. I get it, okay?” You yanked your hand out of his hold, not missing the way Rafe tried to catch it back. Wiping away hot and angry tears with the back of your hand, you look him right in the eyes. “I just wish you didn't give me hope in the first place, because I feel so fucking stupid.” 

“You’re not stupid, Y/N. I don’t care about your money or your status, for that matter. I want you and I mean it. Just let me explain—”

"This is why you would not even speak to me in front of anyone, right? This is why we were always sneaking around. Because you want me, not because you’re too good to be around me.“ You confronted him, not even caring who could hear or see you. From the position where you were standing, you saw a bunch of young waitresses standing not so far away, pretending to work on the table but eyeing you and Rafe every second.

“I’m an asshole. I know it. I know that I didn’t put the label on us and that I fucked up, not doing the right thing.” He stepped closer to you, not breaking eye contact to show that he was sincere. "When Topper and Kelce saw me with you, I panicked and said the only thing that made sense: we were just hooking up. I didn’t want it to be that way, fuck…” Rafe screched the back of his neck in agitation.

“You should go back and stop embarrassing yourself talking with a pogue. I bet your friends found it entertaining. How much did you tell them, hm? Did you share every single detail of what we were doing?” Your voice broke at the end.

“I didn’t tell them anything!”

“Well, I don’t believe you, Rafe!” You sniffed, looking away to distract yourself from the look in Rafe’s eyes. His blue eyes were round, full of concern and it seemed like he was almost panicking. "I understand how guys like you talk about women, but I guess I was stupid enough to believe you would not do that to me. So yeah, you got what you wanted from me and now you can go back to—”

You were rumbling one moment, and the next, two hands pressed on your cheeks, tilting your head up, and Rafe's lips were on yours. You gasped, hands freezing in the air in shock, before slowly moving to Rafe’s shirt to tug on it. 

He didn’t rush; he just firmly yet gently held you against him while his tongue slipped into your mouth, savoiring every second. It’s been just two days since you last seen each other, but God, you missed kissing him. Even if you wanted to move away, you couldn’t. Rafe's palms were on your face, guiding you, while his kiss made your head feel empty and light. He smelled and tasted so good and you hated how quickly you got used to the feeling of his touch on your skin. 

“Everyone can see us.” You mumbled into his mouth. 

“I don’t fucking care, Y/N.” He furrowed, still feeling the wetness on your cheeks from crying. With his thumbs gently rubbing your soft skin, he gave you a few quick kisses before continuing. "I swear, all I said to them was that we just hooked up, because it is what it was at that moment. I wouldn’t have shared anything intimate about you, baby. Please believe me when I say this.” Rafe sighed, resting his forehead on yours. His nose bumped against your—something that he started doing when you were alone in the bed, laying face to face and just looking at each other. "I am sorry I made you feel like you were just sex for me, because you weren't. Spending time with you was the best fucking time of my day, and whatever that was between us, I don’t want it to end.”

“Me neither…” You whispered, feeling warmth rushing through your body when Rafe wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you even closer into him. He placed a kiss on the top of your head and then you felt him turning around, seemingly studying people around you.

“Since everyone saw us today, do you think I can take you away with me right now?” 

“Take me away? But you have an event in a few hours, and I have to work.”

“No, now we have an event and we have to find you a dress. I’ll handle your work and find someone who can deliver your orders.” Your head snapped up, only to see a proud grin on Rafe's face.

“You’re joking, right?” You pulled away, laughing. “I don’t have such clothes nor do I have money to buy them, and I definitely wasn’t invited.” 

“That’s why I’m taking you to the store now. And since you are my girl now, you’ll be my plus one.” He just shrugged, probably unaware that he had just filled your stomach with freaking butterflies. 

“I’m your girl?” 

Rafe silently looked you in the eyes for a few seconds, and it seemed like he was trying to reassure himself about something. His eyes then shifted to your lips, as he dragged you back to his body, lowering himself to mumble against your mouth. “Yeah, you are my girl.”

[lilacgaby]

6:21 a.m

husband!bakugo experiences one moment of what you deal with everyday with your kids.

you were currently cuddled into katsuki's chest, fast asleep.

in between taking care of your newborn son and your toddler daughter, he knew you were exhausted out of your mind. he already had to return to hero work since he took a month off for your last few weeks pregnant, but he wasn't home all day besides the weekends. like today.

speaking her into existence, his toddler daughter slowly waddled over to your side of the bed, about to pat you on the back and awaken you.

"tsk. hey, no." he whispered, making her pout. "i wanna play." she said, crossing her arms. she rubbed her eyes, obviously still a bit sleepy herself.

"mommy is sleeping, she can't play it's bedtime. go back to bed." he said, hoping to every single deity that'd hear him that she wouldn't start crying.

she pouted even more now, before stomping her feet over to his side of the bed and pulling on him. "nooo, i dont wanna sleep!" she said, her voice getting loud.

"don't yell at me missy, use your inside voice." he rolled his eyes, paying attention to your body that seemed to always be on high alert stirring slightly. he soothed you back to sleep, before untangling himself from you and sitting on the corner of your shared bed, now face to face with your daughter.

"we're going to your room and you're going to sleep, unless you want to be put in time out." her eyes widened, her crossed arms dropping as she decided to start negotiating.

"two bedtime stories, go fish, and uno."

"one bedtime story, one go fish game, and i won't tell your mom this happened."

"and pancakes for breakfast." she ordered.

she nodded to herself, seeming happy with the arrangement. she grabbed onto his sweatpants, trying to pull him off to her room already.

"i'm going, im going."

he was heading out, until he heard the whines of his son start sounding out from the baby monitor, making both him and his daughter freeze.

she tugged on his pants, "the baby's crying."

he sighed. "i know." he was squinting his eyes in the dark environment trying to see if you had woken up. after he saw no movement, he ran to go get your son.

he picked him up in his arm and then followed his daughter to her room across the hallway. he proceeded to play go fish one handed, occasionally asking his son, who was drinking a bottle of formula, for 'help', which made his daughter say "you're cheating!"

he read them 'goldilocks and the three bears', which he kept having to reread pages because he 'wasn't doing the voices good enough' in his daughter's opinion.

his voice, still husky because he was half-asleep, soothed his son to sleep in his arms, and his daughter back to sleep.

he layed his son down in the cot in your shared room, too lazy to go back to the nursery.

like puzzle pieces, you fit back into one another, your head back in his chest and his laid on top of yours. he was glad you got to sleep the entire time, even though he knew you had woken up because of your daughter's loud nature, you managed to go back to sleep.

a win was a win, he thought as he went back to sleep.

and woke up with his daughter hugging your back, sticking her toungue out at him when he asked why she was even there again. making you laugh when you woke up to his scrunched up face of annoyance.

as he made the chocolate chip pancakes, your daughter clung to your side as your son laid in your chest, he thought about how having kids was one of the best decisions he'd ever made.

"hurry up and give me more! you always give mommy the better pancakes!"

most of the time.

[mv1simp]

Earned It ♥️

Max Verstappen x Wife! Reader

cause girl you’re perfect, you’re always worth it (I see nobody, nobody but you)

PART TWO HERE ♥️

The story of how you met your husband, Max Verstappen, is a fan favourite. A classic rags to riches Cinderella story - well, in this case, a working class med student with an outrageous loan meets F1 multimillionaire. For years, you two dodge the questions of having kids, due to your busy careers. But lately, your husband can’t stop thinking about a 3rd addition to your family…and no, he didn’t mean another cat.

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, fluff, humour, pregnancy, angst but happy ending, very brief description of sexual harassment (not from Max obviously), simp!Max, brat! reader, smut, size kink, breeding kink (very versatile from me for once), 5.7k WC

Guys, seriously, we’ve talked about this behaviour, you need to be tidier. You look up from your comfortable position on the couch, where you’re typing away one of your research projects, to see your darling husband gently scolding your three pets. You muffle your laughter with your hand, 20karat diamond ring glinting, admiring his toned build as he stands with his hands on his slim hips, reprimanding the two cats - Sassy and Jimmy - and labrador Arlo about the mess they’d made on the patio. Hearing your giggles as you fail to contain yourself, Max turns around, grinning at the pretty sound. All done, schat? Want to go out for some lunch?

You hmm in agreement, standing up to stretch and walking over to him with a cheeky expression. But first I need you to explain just what you’re doing here. You know they can’t understand you right, babe?

Max immediately tells your three so called “kids” to ignore your blasphemous words, making you giggle again at what a dork your husband was. No one would ever guess how sweet and domestic he was with you, compared to the ferocious lion he was when terrorising his rivals on the track. It is a very serious matter, schat, Max says indignantly. You’d let them get away with murder. I’m the only one who upholds any discipline in this household.

You stand on your tippy toes to kiss him lovingly on the cheek to appease him, batting your eyelashes innocently as you say sorry, baby, shall I make it up to you? and any annoyance Max had slips away as he pulls your petite frame against his much larger one to press a kiss to your lips instead. You two had been married for almost two years now, and dating for six before that, but you simply can’t get enough of each other - even now, as your innocent kiss deepens into a steamy make out session that has you panting and grinding against your husband’s thick thighs as he squeezes your plush ass with his large hands. You’re just about to ask him to carry you to the bedroom when your on-call phone rings, signalling an emergency at the hospital. Sorry, baby you say, apologising genuinely this time with a guilty look. I have to get this, go ahead and eat and I’ll make us some dinner when I’m back, ok?

Max reassures you that you have nothing to worry about, and that he’d make dinner of course, you’re going to be tired after sorting out an emergency. Your heart swells at how thoughtful he is of you and your busy career. You give him one last quick kiss before speeding out the door, scrubs on and barking orders over the phone already.

Admittedly, it hadn’t always been like this. When you had started dating, Max had been the considerably busier one - at the peak of his racing career and collecting multiple world championships as if it were child’s play. And the way you met was a classic dinner party story - F1 driver crashes his Ferrari into studious med student. It was hotly debated as to whether the fault lay with him for illegally going 80 in a 40 zone, or with you for walking with your nose buried in a textbook. Regardless, his insane reflexes had slammed on the brakes just in the nick of time to stop any real damage happening, but your textbook had gone flying in the air and straight on top of a passing truck, disappearing for good. You’d been devastated by the loss of it, more concerned with your upcoming final exam rather than any bodily harm, and as Max sprinted out from his car to worriedly ask if you were okay you’d whirled around angrily.

He was immediately struck with your natural beauty, with your pretty caramel skin and full lips and dark curls. Then he realized you were furiously pointing a finger at him and roasting his driving skills. Watch were you’re going! God, what is it with you boy racers speeding through the tiny side streets?

What?! Boy racer? Oh, Max was not going to let this grave insult slide, yelling back that he was a World-class driver, thank you, and you were the one who needs to watch where you’re going cause who reads and walks, that’s just dumb-

You cut him off, demanding to know who he worked for. Uber? Lyft? Monaco Taxi Incorporated? I’ll be sure to leave a scathing Google review, you said hotly.

Max had now realized you had absolutely no clue who he was, so basically he just looked like a complete dickhead - including to all the passerbys who gawked at the incriminating scene of the 6 foot Dutchman childishly arguing with a 5 foot, pouting girl. Deflating, he offers you his insurance information but you rolled your eyes and walked off, muttering about the goddamn Monaco elite in their Ferrari taxis.

He’d forgotten all about you until 6 months later, when he and Lando end up in the emergency department after a padel game gone wrong, only to find you pulling back the curtain - looking for Max, wait, Uber driver Max?! You’d narrowed your gorgeous doe eyes at him, then demanded to know if he was here cause he’d gotten in another hit and run. It was not a hit and run, that is an incredibly misleading statement, Max hissed, ignoring Lando’s goggle eyed stare, cause why on earth was his mate arguing with the pretty doctor who thought he drove for Uber and not F1 World Cup winning team Redbull-

The third time you had run into each other, at a charity ball where both your employers were sponsors, Max was convinced it was fate. Either that, or you were a crazy stalker. But he was, like, 98% sure it was fate as he felt his heart race at the sight of you in a fitted red silk dress and gold stilettos, your short frame still not even brushing his chin. This time round, you knew who he really was, and had an embarrassed flush on your pretty face as you said you know, you could have corrected me, it was a very awkward lunchbreak that day when the nurses starting asking if I’d gotten your signature.

He laughed, finding you adorable, and held out his hand for you to shake, grinning Let’s start over then, shall we? You’d easily returned the gesture, an undeniable spark running up both your arms as you touched. And a few months later, at the exact street where you first met, he pulled out a copy of your missing textbook that you excitedly took, laughing that he remembered only to gasp as you open it to see his messy scrawl - Thanks for not suing me, want to be my girlfriend instead of my victim? And the rest had been history, with you two now blissfully married years later.

Sure, you had your fair share of ups and downs, just like any couple did. Before your marriage, Max’s busy career meant that he was away more often than not, and although it helped that you had a busy life yourself, he knew you missed having him there at home after a long day or by your side at friends’ weddings where you’d have to attend solo. But you never complained, never asked for more because you understood that at this time of his life, his career would be first priority, and always supported him with diligently made meal preps, looking after his cats when he went away, and late night debriefs after arguments with his demanding father, your soothing voice helping calm down the burning anger in his chest.

And although you couldn’t attend every race like the other WAGs, you’d always do your very best to make it. He still grins when he remembers his last Monaco race, where you’d gotten held up in emergency surgery and had sprinted straight to the track, not having time to change into the Chanel outfit you’d sweetly picked out the night before (from a very large pile Max had generously insisted you fund with his black Amex). You’d made it just in time to see him cross the line in P1, and the pictures of you happily crying for his win as you jumped into his arms, still in your scrubs, long curls flying as he whirled you around went absolutely viral on social media. He was glad for it too, because you received so much online hate for not always being dressed like a model and by his side at every event - and knew that deep down, you felt guilty about it, even though it was such an unfair double standard. So he’d framed that famous shot of you and hung it in the entryway, so it would be the first thing everyone would see when they walk in, and understand why Max’s heart swelled with pure love and adoration whenever he looked at you.

So when he had gotten his fill with his eight - eight! - world championships and wanted to spend his Sunday mornings waking you up with his skilled tongue in between your soft thighs instead of on a racing track halfway across the world, he had promptly quit F1 - to the outrage of his father and thousands of fans - and stepped back to coach his own team instead. It was quite an accomplishment, you had thought amusedly when reading the headlines that year, to be known as the woman who had "seduced Max Verstappen to retire and become her trophy husband". Of course, Max stood for none of the media circus, retaining his infamous status as Mad Max when he openly shut down that storyline in a media statement that had blown up, making it clear that this had always been his plan and he would not be tolerating any slander of his beautiful wife whom he loved very much - who, by the way, was now the associate head of the emergency department, had they heard?

As time passed the fans eventually relaxed and enjoyed the new talent that came on, with your husband still a common figure on the paddock as coach. He'd had more time these past two years to look after you now - cooking your favourite meals and meeting you on the hospital rooftop for lunch and making all the nurses blush at how romantic your husband was, picking you up from a late shift in his Ferrari, taking you jewellery shopping in Paris one weekend then stiletto shopping in Milan the next with all your bags in his hands and his Amex in yours, and listening attentively in the living room as you practised your powerpoints on Intracranial Haemorrhage: Do early CAT scans change mortality rates? Your personal favourite gift, though, had to be when he'd brought home a 2 month old golden labrador as your birthday present. You'd always wanted a dog but had never had time for one on top of his two cats - but now, with Max home more often, he was able to look after all 3 of your kids, as you both affectionately referred to them.

And speaking of kids - the topic was something that had increasingly come up over the family events and meetups with friends you two went to. Of course, when it had first been asked, the two of you had dismissed it given there was simply no time with your careers. You religiously used contraception - with you on the pill and Max using condoms everytime. At one point, though, you both realised you rather enjoyed doing it raw - when the condom had broken after a particular rough session post 6th WDC win. Max still remembered your blushing face as he came down from what had been one of the most intense orgasms of his life, already addicted to the feeling of spilling inside you. You had bit your lip, shyly saying you know Maxie, the pill is 99% effective, I don't think we need to use condoms anymore-

He'd cut you off with a pleased growl, sealing his lips back onto yours for Round 2 as the thought of getting to fill you up every night sent all the blood rushing to his cock. Safe to say, there hadn't been a box of condoms in your home for a very long time. But as time passed after your marriage, Max started to feel an unfamiliar desire simmer in his gut everytime he saw you playing with his nieces and nephews, or when he would be showing Daniel's toddler how to operate a racekart, or when he’d finish inside you, watching your eyes roll back in pleasure, and wonder what would happen if you weren’t on the pill. He avoided saying anything as your answer to the kids? question at Family Xmas was still not right now.

But lately he hadn't been able to deny the aching yearn he felt any longer, and especially not when you two had been celebrating Charles' and Alex's pregnancy announcement on their yacht last weekend. You'd looked so happy for the couple, congratulating Alex on her glow and admiring the ultrasound pictures but all Max could think about was how amazing he was sure you'd look carrying his child, how he wanted to have your baby scans on the fridge door and argue over names, how he was sure you would be the most amazing mother to his kids and he couldn’t have picked a better wife. He must have been looking quite jealously at the scene because Charles comes upto him, greeting him with a Hey, mate and a knowing smirk. Max grunts, sipping his G&T, then realises he might be acting in a way you would refer to as "dickhead behaviour", so he also throws in a gruff congratulations.

Charles' is not having it though, having recognised the intensity which Max was staring you down with. You know, he starts, prompting Max out of his one-way thoughts, You could always try bringing it up directly with her instead of expecting her to read your mind, hmm? Max glanced at him side ways. Already practising your fatherly advice? He joked, diffusing the tension, before the conversation moved onto how the new young F1 drivers just didn’t appreciate a good wheel to wheel battle like back in their karting days.

Charles' words stuck with him throughout the week, and one night as you both settled down for bed, he decided it was time to ask. Schatje? he begun, watching you from his position in the bed as you brushed out your damp curls in the mirror, dressed in a cute silk nightie. You hmmed at him, slightly distracted by a tangle in your hair but prompting him to continue. You know, I was, well -whatdoyouthinkaboutgettingpregnant?

You frowned slightly, still distracted by the tangle in your hair. Who, Alex and Charles? I think it's great, they've wanted kids for a while now, right?

Max takes a deep breath, tells himself to stop being a pussy, and walks over to you, taking the comb away as he brushes out the tangle himself. You look at him curiously as he tilts your head up with his large palm, brushing your cheek lovingly as his ice blue eyes meet yours. No, shcat he murmurs gently. I mean us, getting pregnant, having a baby. How do you feel about that?

Your jaw drops open at his words as your brain temporarily stopped working. You feel your face blush from the thought of your husband getting you pregnant. As hot as it sounded, out of all the things, you hadn't expected him to say that. You realise your surprised silence was making Max freak out, the telltale sign of a crinkle between his brows. You scramble to come up with a response, stuttering that Oh, sorry, I hadn't really thought about it, I guess and that we'd both been busy with work for so long it kind of...slipped my mind?

But what do you think, liefje, your husband pressed, hopeful. Do you want to try? You honestly weren't sure, this was all so sudden and you needed a bit more time to process it - but when you told Max this you didn't miss the hurt look that flashes across his face as his insecurities rise up. He asked if the problem was that you didn't want to have kids with him, because how could you possibly not have thought about it, all our friends and family constantly bring it up all the time-

I don't know! you'd responded defensively, arms crossed. We'd been focusing on your racing for so long that I just stopped thinking about stuff like that. The argument had spiralled out of control quickly, Max demanding to know when you were going to stop holding that over him, and when you wanted to think about it then, you two weren't any younger, after all - prompting you to angrily accuse him of always putting his job above yours, because now that he had his fill he was ready to start a family but what about your career?!

You hadn’t been able to stop the tears that dripped down your face as the argument escalated into a full blown fight. Max had sighed seeing that, deflating and saying you should both head to bed for now. You’d lain next to him, feeling so cold without his usual warm bicep pulling you against him, trying to hold back more tears before you drifted into a fitful sleep. Max hadn’t been any better either, only falling asleep in the early hours of the morning and when he woke up, you were already gone. He’d started trying to look for you but then remembered you had a conference in London today you’d had to fly out for - you wouldn’t be back for a week, he reads on the note you’d left on the fridge.

Fuck, it had been a bad night to have such an ugly fight considering you two had left so much unresolved. Later, when he’s visiting his sister’s for dinner and watching her kids with the same burning want in his heart, his mother corners him and demands to know why he had shown up looking like a kicked puppy. Your wife’s been gone one day and you’re already so hopeless? She’d joked, but clearly had a concerned look in her eyes. He couldn’t stop himself then, opening up about the horrible fight. He feels terrible that you had ended up crying, but still can’t help feel that you were being purposely selfish, he explains, after all, we’d be raising the baby together, she can still have her career, no?

His mother had been silent for a while, taking it all in, before she gently reminded Max about how she, too, had been in the peak of her very successful karting career when Jos had gotten her pregnant. Your wife isn’t me, and you certainly are not your father, she said firmly. But she’s scared, Max, it’s not personal. She’s scared she could lose everything she’s spent years building while you get to have it all. It isn’t as easy for a mother to put her career on hold as it is for a father. Even if he’s as loving and caring as you will be, she reassures.

Max looked troubled, then, as your responses last night now started to make sense. God, he was such a terrible husband, how had he not considered that before? Sensing her son’s brain was running at 100 miles a minute, the older woman lays a soothing hand on his shoulder. Just give her some space, Max. Let her come to you. You two will work through this.

So he gives you the space, and 6 days later he’s standing at the arrivals area of the airport, stonily looking out the window at the planes landing but internally fighting a storm of emotions. You two had never had these many days of no contact in your whole marriage, and he’d said some vicious things that night, and what if in the time away you had decided you would be better off without him? His jaw clenched at the idea of losing you. God, maybe he shouldn’t have given you space but spammed your phone, begging for forgiveness. Why was marriage so much more confusing than driving a car at 200kmph?

Suddenly, he hears the click of your familiar YSL heels walking up to him and he turns frantically to see your petite figure come to a stop a few feet away. Your face looks just as troubled as his, but as soon as your eyes meet you can’t control yourself and run forward to jump into his arms. Max welcomes you eagerly, all his tension releasing as he hugs you tightly, broad arms easily lifting you up and pressing his face into your neck to breathe in your perfume. You’re rapidly saying something about how you were so sorry, you had overreacted - You don’t have to apologise for anything, liefje, Max says fiercely, God, I missed you so, so much. I shouldn’t have brought it up so suddenly. Take all the time you need, okay?

You blink back happy tears, heart so full at your understanding husband as you looked up into his blue eyes adoringly before sharing a loving kiss. Passerbys smiled at the sweet scene you two made. Max took you home, one hand carrying your luggage and the other firmly around your waist, as if he was paranoid you were going to disappear. Again, in the car, his hand stayed glued to your thigh, softly stroking it as you told him about your week in London. And then at home, you had to stop him as he got ready to climb into the shower with you, giggling and saying you were starving, baby, did he want to grab some dinner for you two?

He’d pouted, but then perked up excitedly once you promised you two could go for a swim in the pool after dinner instead. Need anything else while I’m out, schat? He asked, grabbing the Ferrari keys. You hesitated, making him turn around, as you blushed a little and said Would you mind grabbing some condoms, Maxie? I forgot to take my pill to London so I haven’t been on anything for a week…

You search his face for any hint that he’s upset you still needed time, but found none, only a gentle expression on his face as he pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek. Of course, schatje, he says lovingly before heading out. You watch him go, a devious smirk now on your face. A part of you felt bad for the game that you were planning on playing with your husband later that evening - but, oh well, you had to have some fun in a marriage, right? And your sweet, darling, perfect husband had passed the test with flying colours tonight, showing his dedication to putting your needs first.

The truth was, you’d also reflected on your marriage and its future in London. You’d thought and thought until you could think no more about whether or not it was time to have kids, if you should even have kids, not because you didn’t want them but because you were so worried about how it would derail the career you’d worked so hard to build. And then you’d remembered how Max would spend hours quizzing you for your residency exams, while you were on the toilet or in the kitchen, making sure you got every answer right and you’d passed with full marks.

Or how you knew you loved Max for the first time, when he had stood by your side and steadied you as you shakily reported to your boss about a supervisor who’d developed a nasty habit of feeling you up at work and barring you from surgeries if you said no. Max had stood by you through it all, his large, gentle hands holding your own, a contrast to the thunderous expression on his face at anyone who tried to give you a hard time when you came forward - and he didn’t ease up until the creep had been permanently stripped of his medical license. Even now, when you’d sometimes shiver at the memory, he’d pull you into his safe arms, murmuring how proud he was of you, schat, you were so brave for speaking up.

You thought about how warm you’d felt seeing Max gently rock his nephew in his strong arms, or how impressed you had been seeing how he taught the kids how to drive a kart, or how devoted he was to your marriage and your three pets, always being there to provide for you and support you however you needed him to be - mentally, physically, emotionally. Max really was the best husband to you, and he’d be the best father to your kids. And you knew you had your answer.

So now, after eating your favourite dinner of Italian pasta, expensive red wine and tiramisu for dessert, you got changed into your bikini, a skimpy pink number Max always enjoyed, and slipped on a gold choker with matching anklets, all adorned with the letter M - a custom made Cartier set he’d brought for you on his birthday, as a gift to himself. The box of condoms he’d picked up lays on the bedside table. You smirk at them as you pass by - they won’t be needed much longer. Not that your husband had any clue of that - yet, and you couldn’t wait to see the expression on his face when he figured out just how you were going to reward his devotion tonight. Picking up a second bottle of wine, you take a good swig and make your way out to the dark backyard where Max is shirtless, the pool’s neon lights reflecting the water droplets that slide down his large, muscular back. Shit, you had to stay extra focused if he was going to be looking so delectable tonight!

He turns as he hears your anklets tinkle, smirking as he takes in your dolled up appearance, all for him. Coming in, schat? He calls huskily, feeling his cock hardening at the sight of you after a whole maddening week away. Just admiring the view, you say cheekily, taking another swig from the wine and slowly stepping into the pool. You can feel your husband’s hungry gaze sliding up your curvy body, and you shiver, feeling rather like a deer caught in a lion’s trap even though you were the one playing games tonight. You come to a stop in front of him, your head barely reaching his upper chest, giving him a generous view as your tits spilled around the tiny bikini. You sultrily gaze right into his darkening blue eyes as you take yet another sip of the wine, your pink tongue darting out to circle the tip of the bottle in quite the slutty manoeuvre. Missed you, Maxie you say coyly. Especially missed having you inside me.

He growls lowly at your teasing, easily taking the bottle off you and downing the rest before discarding it to the side. You whine as he puts a stop to your antics, pouty lips and large doe eyes staring up at him invitingly. Chuckling, he places a large palm across your ass and lifts you up against him. Your thighs wrap themselves around his toned waist and your hands tangle in his soft hair, gently tugging on the strands just the way he likes it. Now face to face, you tease him further, whispering in his ear about how lonely you’d been while away, how normally you’d call him and have him talk you through an orgasm, and how your tiny fingers hadn’t been able to make you cum all week because you needed his thick ones to stretch you open.

Fuckkk, schat, Max breathes, feeling his cock grow impossibly hard, his blue eyes completely darkened by lust. I missed that filthy little mouth of yours so much. He glides his thumb along your pink lips and you part them easily, taking him in and swirling your tongue around him. He can’t hold himself back any longer, pulling you in and replacing his thumb with his tongue. You moan into the dirty kiss, running your hands along his muscular shoulders, addicted to the feeling of his strong, thick biceps caging you against him. Your bikini strings are deftly untied as he practically rips it off of you, breaking the kiss to lean you back and suck on your pretty nipples. You squeal as he gently bites down, murmuring maybe you shouldn’t have been such a cocktease, schat.

You’re now grinding your pussy against his abs, begging him for more, please, Maxie and asking him to take you to bed. He smirks at how easily you fall apart under his tongue, squeezing your ass as he carries you inside, always giving you what you wanted like the devoted husband he is. You two have no regard for the sheets as you drip water all over them, foreplay long forgotten as your bikini bottoms are yanked off, followed by his trunks. You’d honestly forgotten about the damn condoms by this point but Max hadn’t, hurriedly ripping open a packet with his teeth as you whine at him to hurry up, Maxie, I can’t take it- Oh!

You moan blissfully as he buries himself inside you. Feels like coming home everytime, schat, he breathes out as he holds his position for a few beats before he starts thrusting into you. Holy shit, that felt sooo good. You didn’t think you were going to last very long at all - putting a time limit on your plan. You let him get a few more thrusts in you before you start begging again, this time asking Maxie, wait, can-can we please take the condom off?

He looks down at you in surprise, saying you hadn’t been on the pill this week schat, it’ll be risky-

Oh, your darling husband still hadn’t caught on to your suprise, and as you whine that it’s okay, you can just pull out, right Maxie? you almost giggle from the strained expression on his face as he considers that feat of self restraint. But he wasn’t going to say no to you, not when you were below him with your lush dark curls spread around you and looking up at him so adoringly, so he reaches down and pulls the condom off and sinks back inside you.

Shit. He swears at the vice grip you have his cock in, one hand automatically going to grasp the headboard to try and maintain some control and ground himself. But you’re begging for more and it feels so good to be back inside you, raw, feeling your slick heat up on his thick cock that his thrusts start getting sloppier. He’s panting above you, both hands now gripping the headboard to hold himself back from the urge to cum inside you.

Your devilish eyes don’t miss this, and you grab his thick wrists to pull them down so his hands rest on your bouncing tits, begging him to play with them, please. Oh, shit, he feels his orgasm quickly approaching from your positively filthy demands tonight. But as he starts to pull back you wrap your legs around him tightly, keeping him in place as you make your final demand - Noo, Maxie, don’t pull out, you can come inside me, it’s ok-

Perplexed, knowing he can break your grip around him in half a second, your husband is now very confused as he points out with gritted teeth that no condom and no pill and no pulling out meant-Yes, yes, I know! You whine impatiently. I want it Maxie, I’m ready now, come inside, I want to get pregnant!

Max pauses above you, this time being the one to have his brain function temporarily suspended as he slowly figures out just what you’re saying. Are you sure, schat-

You roll your eyes, sinking yourself down onto his cock, making him moan, and hoping he gets the message. Oh, I’m definitely sure, dear husband, you say sultrily. Now, are you going to fuck a baby into me or what?

He finally clicks, his confused gaze now morphing into pure joy as he grins down at you, and you can’t help but grin back, the two of you finally ready to progress into the next step of your marriage together. He pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, catching you off guard. You know I love you right, schat? He murmurs, and you nod, confused where he was taking this. Good, cause I’m about to fuck you like I hate you. That was a dirty game you played, yeah? Edging me all night when you were gonna let me fuck you raw all along. Gonna have to punish you real good for that. He growls darkly, his large hand coming to squeeze your throat, making you gasp in delight.

Oh, you loved when Mad Max came out to play. Your legs are tossed over his shoulders and then pressed all the way back against your soft tummy, into a mating press. The unfamiliar position has you screaming in pleasure, your anklets dangling by your face as he thrusts his way back into you. Your husband chuckles wickedly at your reaction, pumping into you deeply and making the headboard bang against the wall each time.

And true to his word, he punishes you thoroughly, not stopping despite your overstimulated pleas as you repeatedly orgasm, instead cumming inside you over and over and over again, leaving you obscenely full with his thick load.

And when you finally pass out into blissful darkness, he meanly fucks you awake again, demanding that you take another round from him like the good little wife you are, aren’t you, so obedient for me, hmm? Gonna fuck you stupid until you’re finally pregnant with my kids, like you always should have been.

Safe to say, you didn’t get much sleep that night, or for many nights after 💖

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UPDATE: PART TWO out now!!

A/N: damn this is a whole ass essay. I love simp husband max so much tho I couldn’t help it 🥺might make a part 2 about the pregnancy and protective max hehe if people like this! Lmk what you think 🫶🫶

[eclipseslayer]

SIT. DRINK.

➭ TOJI FUSHIGURO X F!READER SMUT ONESHOT

➭ SUMMARY: Your dad calls you over to sit in front of him, and he orders you to finish off his beer. Enthused with your obedience, he takes advantage of that.

➭ CW: DARK CONTENT. Incest, forced drinking, cockwarming, deep throating, Toji is meanish, Toji calls you 'kid' and 'sweetheart'.

➭ WC: 1.5kish

➭ A/N: Hello! I've done a drabble with icky!dad!Toji before, and honestly I really like doing them... so I'm wondering if I should make a series/compilation or something with icky!dad!Toji?? 👀 lmk in the comments or my ask box!! :) N e wayz enjoyyy.

"Come 'ere. Sit."

Toji points at the floor in front of him with his beer bottle, and you look up from your book you're reading.

Your eyes widen and you swallow thickly, knowing your dad wants something. It always puts a little fear in you, because your dad is disgusting. He's a grumpy, divorced, old man who got stuck with some kid out of wedlock, who happened to be you, so now he treats you like some sort of object, something to be used.

As much as you loathe him for it, a part of you actually loves it, though you don't think you'd ever admit that to yourself, at least, not out loud.

You close your book, and you get up. You slowly walk over to him, carpet brushing against the soles of your feet as you drag them, trying to take your time as you walk over to the old man.

Toji sees you taking your sweet time and he scoffs. He points to the floor again, and his beer sloshes in his bottle.

"I said, sit," his tone is harsher this time, almost spitting out his words.

With a huff, you nod and you pick up your pace. You then plop yourself onto your knees in front of your dad, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow, already knowing what he wants.

He leans back against the couch to get a good view of you. A wry grin appears etched onto his face as that scar of his quirks up, and those green eyes of his darken while a drunken gaze drinks in the sight of you.

His gaze makes you nervous, as you hardly ever know what he wants from you. You know you're here to be used, but you just don't know how, and that's what makes you so nervous. His jade eyes always make your heart thump in your chest as they always have something conniving cooking.

Suddenly, he thrusts his bottle out to you and he presses the glass opening of it against your lips. You blink quickly as you catch a quick whiff of the beer—cheap, and wheaty—and look back up at him.

"Drink. Finish this off for me."

"I—" You're about to try to defend yourself, as you're not looking to drink tonight, but your dad tuts, shaking his head disapprovingly. He reaches out and grips the root of your hair with his free hand and pushes your mouth against the tip of the glass bottle, forcing it into your mouth.

"I said, drink. Jesus, are you having a hard time hearing me tonight?" He mutters, and his words slur, clearly drunk.

You let out a whine and a grumble and you tilt your head back, allowing for the liquid to pour into your throat. There's about a half of the bottle left, so Toji makes you chug it, and he watches with narrowed as eyes as you drink.

"There we go... good girl..."

Fuck. You hated it when he praised you. He only praised you whenever you did his "evil" bidding, which is why you didn't mind doing it so much. You loved the praise, and he knew it, which is why you're so obedient to him. It's a constant cycle of you needing praise, and receiving it after you do something for him, and, you couldn't get enough. Sometimes, some of the things he made you do felt so good that you truly hadn't minded at all.

It was toxic, but... you honestly couldn't get enough of it, which is also why you hadn't moved out of the house yet.

His praise was addicting.

Once you finish the beer, your mouth leaves the bottle with a satisfying pop, and Toji hums. He runs a hand through your hair and sighs as he places the empty bottle with the rest of them, on the stand next to the couch.

He pats your face with a large, calloused hand and sighs, leaning against the couch again. His large frame takes up the majority of it, and his thick long legs are spread out in a man-spread.

He reaches down into his pants and you hear the faint sound of scratching. He yawns, looking at the TV briefly before turning his head back to you. You look at him, awaiting further instructions, and he chuckles, and you assume another idea has popped into his head.

"You got an oral fixation, right, sweetheart?" He slurs, and, honestly doesn't care if you do or not as he starts pulling down his sweatpants, the hem of them fits around his thighs so well.

"I... yes, I do," you reply, watching him as he now takes his hand and slides down his underwear around his thighs, as he reveals his, big, hard cock, sitting heavily on his stomach.

Toji raises an eyebrow and he hiccups. He nods and sighs. "That's right... I knew ya did, kid. I know you like suckin' on my dick, but you just don't wanna admit it, right?" He grins, and he watches as you shift on your knees, your gaze averting his. His grin widens.

"Ah, knew it," he sighs, and he leans forward with his cock in one hand, and presses the tip against your mouth, and, so willingly, you open it up for him, accepting him into your mouth.

He groans once he feels your warm, wet mouth, and he closes his eyes, leaning his head back. He takes a minute before he looks down at you.

"Just keep your mouth like this for me while I watch TV. I'll get you a fuckin' candy bar or somethin' if you suck me off," he chuckles, and you furrow your eyebrows because he still treats you like a little kid, rewarding you with dumb shit.

Nevertheless, you sigh, accepting this as you keep him in your mouth. Not like you're going to complain anyway. This was one of your favorite things to do for your dad, simply because it just felt so good to have something so thick fill up your mouth.

So, you sit for awhile as he leans back against the couch, watching TV. You don't move your mouth—just enjoying how good he feels—for about ten minutes until you feel your jaw start to hurt.

That's when you start moving your head, pushing your mouth all the way to his pelvis, and then pulling back until you're suckling on his tip.

Toji groans at this and turns his head back to you. He sighs, and he grips your hair, and begins guiding your wet mouth along his cock.

He revels in the feeling of your mouth, enjoying how tight and warm it gets when you hallow your cheeks, and when you do that little thing with your tongue.

His head leans back, looking down at you as he admires how good you look, sucking on his cock. Sure, it was wrong, but that was why he drank, to get the mental block out of his head so he could easily get his dick wet. You were never one to say no. Hell, he wasn't sure why you were so easy, but he wasn't going to knock the opportunity.

You, on the other hand, are having such a good time as you moan softly on his cock, loving the feeling of how good he feels in your mouth. He feels so good that you're drooling on his cock, making a mess of it all over his length. You soon add your hand to the mix, pumping the length of his shaft while your mouth drools all over the tip, licking and sucking so fervently that it has Toji cursing under his breath.

"Shit, kid, fuck, your mouth does such a good job..." He groans and a big hand grips your hair tightly once more, guiding you along his cock, except, he decides to cruelly change the pace up, making it so his cock hits the back of your throat.

You let out a gag in surprise, your eyes widening and your hands quickly move to grip his thighs. His thick cock bullies into the back of your throat as you let out choked moans.

Saliva coats his dick, and drips down to his balls as you're uncontrollably salivating all over him, simply because that big tip of his bruises the back of your throat, allowing for no control over your mouth.

He groans with almost every thrust, and his breath gets heavy. He chuckles as he sees you struggle to take him, your hands gripping his thighs so tightly that he finds it so hilarious as he lets out yet another mean chuckle.

"That's right... gonna cum in this mouth, yeah? How's that for ya?" He grins wickedly, and, with one, two, three more thrusts, he slams your nose against his pelvis, leaving you choking on his dick as his cum suddenly spurts into your mouth. Load after load fills your throat, and you swallow it quickly.

Your nose scrunches up at the taste, as it damn near tastes like battery acid from the amount of beer he just had. You want to choke it up, but you know better, and so you swallow each spurt of cum until he rips his cock out of your throat.

He watches with a satisfied gaze as you choke for air, leaning over his thighs.

"Good girl." He reaches down into his pants pocket and fishes out a couple yen bills. "Go buy a candy bar at the corner store or somethin'. I don't fuckin' know."

[ellecdc]

HEAR ME OUT

former fboy barty who is now madly in love with reader and reader is like his first actual serious girlfriend

ARE WE SEEING THE VISION

I'M SEEING THE VISION HERE YOU GO; also, it's a continuation of this post but can be read as a standalone

Barty Crouch Jr x fem!reader who doesn't do 'casual' [1k words]

CW: brief mention of past harassment, mention of past sexual encounter but nothing explicit and SFW

Barty said goodbye to Evan in way of putting his hand against his mouth to get him to stop talking and then shoving his face away from him as he started taking purposeful strides for you. 

He’d only opted to come to class today in hopes of seeing you, and he’d only deigned to hang around afterwards so that he could talk to you after you finished speaking with the Professor.

Barty had been struggling to get you out of his mind for over a week now ever since you approached him in the club asking him to pretend to be your boyfriend, which ended in a very enjoyable romp afterwards.

And he’d be lying if he wasn’t hoping for another tryst as he pulled the door open for you before you’d even had a chance to push it; a look of wary surprise crossing your face before it melted into a smile.

That smile made him feel funny. 

“Well hello, my darling girlfriend.” He teased as he fell into step with you. 

“Hello, Barty.” You chuckled as you gently nudged him with your elbow. “Alright?”

“Fantastic, thank you. I’ve been thinking about the fun we had the other night.” He said as he moved to stand in front of you, smiling in that way of his that he knew usually got him what he wanted.

You simply smirked knowingly and raised an eyebrow at him. “What? Fleeing from a bar without paying your tab?”

Barty scoffed and waved you off. “My dad owns that bar, it’s fine. No, I meant what happened afterwards.”

You hummed in acknowledgment as you scrutinised him. “You mean when I thanked you profusely-”

“-multiple times-” Barty amended, earning him a salacious grin from you.

“-multiple times, for saving me from that creep?”

“Precisely.” Barty agreed with a nod. 

“That was fun.” You admitted, to which Barty quickly agreed. “But I don't think so, Barty. Sorry.”

“Oh… oh! Okay…erm, may I ask why not?” He sputtered as he took two long strides in order to catch up with you as you continued walking across campus. 

“You may.” You relented simply, smirking when you saw Barty roll his eyes from your periphery. 

“Okay…why not?”

“I…listen, I had fun and I don’t regret it, but I don’t usually do…casual.” You admitted, looking embarrassed for all intents and purposes as you stared down at Barty’s shoes and chewed on your lower lip. 

“Casual.” Barty parroted, fighting the urge to relieve your lower lip from its torment and, perhaps disturbingly, afflict it to his own torment. 

“Right, I…I don’t usually do casual sex, that was uhm…that was a one time thing for me.” 

“Oh, so…so, you only have sex when you’re dating someone?” Barty concluded.

“Right.”

“Great. Go on a date with me.” 

You barked a laugh as you continued walking, only to turn and see that Barty wasn’t following nor was he laughing as he was really quite serious.

“Are you-…you’re not serious, are you?”

“Mmm, nope, I’m quite serious, actually.” He responded.

“Barty.” You huffed somewhat chidingly. “I’ve never once seen you speak to the same girl twice. Well, save Meadows, but I’m quite certain she likes girls, so.”

Barty simply shrugged at you, not seeing at all what the issue was here. “There’s a first time for everything, no? I’m standing here talking to you for a second time, am I not?” 

“I’m just…I’m looking for something serious, Barty.”

“I can be serious!” He argued rather petulantly. 

“I’m not going to ask you for something you might not be capable of giving me.” You sighed.

“Are you challenging me? Is this a challenge? Because I’ll have you know I’ve never once lost a bet.”

“I’m not challenging you, Barty.” You laughed affectionately at him. “Monogamy and commitment isn’t your thing, and that’s fine! I’m not judging you or blaming you at all; I just think we might want different things.”

Barty stepped forward so that he was standing but a few inches from you, forcing you to look up at him. “Well, what I want is you.”

“You want me right now.” You whispered back; some of the fight clearly leaving you as you searched between his eyes.

“I’ll prove it. Let me prove it to you.” He insisted, daring to push some of your hair falling from its restraint away from your eyes. 

You sighed somewhat sadly as your bottom lip threatened to jut out. “I’m not worth breaking your rules for, Barty.”

“I think I can decide that for myself, no?” He murmured back.

He had to admit this is the softest he’d ever been with anyone before, but it was also the softest he’d ever felt with anyone before.

He didn’t usually get caught up on people; not like this, not like you. 

But you awoke something inside of him that night when you darted out of the sea of bodies like he was the last life raft of a sinking ship, your eyes wild and desperate as you clung to him.

He was always down for a ruse, so when you’d asked him to pretend to be your boyfriend he was more than happy to cause a little chaos. But when he’d heard you were scared, harassed, bothered? Well, the deep, black, protective rage that had him nearly fusing your body to his was something completely foreign to him.

He wanted more of it.

He wanted you.

And if this is what you needed from him? Well, he’d be that for you. 

“Teach me? I’m a quick learner, rather clever too.” He asked as he tilted your head up by your chin and forced you to look at him. 

“I…I don’t want to be an experiment.”

“I don’t either.” He agreed. “I just want you to be mine.”

You searched his eyes for a few more moments before letting out a dramatic sigh. 

“Fine, but I will be teaching you and there will be a quiz at the end of this so do keep up.” You hollered at him over your shoulder, though your small smile gave away the fact that it was all for show.

“Don’t you worry, treasure; I perform very well on tests.”