#anyway... 🥺 thanks y'all

[assim-eu-sou]

Hard to believe it has now been 5 months since I published the first chapter of my first multi-chapter fic ever, The Planets, Op. 32 (aka Planets). Coincidentally, it has arrived at 200 hits! I never thought that something as niche as this would be enjoyed by more than a couple of people at the most, but the support I’ve had in writing this has meant so much. It’s hard to believe there is now only one chapter left… I’m not sure when it will arrive, but I hope it will be the perfect ending. String quartet Vilu/Ludmi/Naty/León you will always be famous…

[sainz100]

2024 Brazilian GP | x

[ricciardo133]

July 2018

maxiel, Daniel genderswap, pining, drunken hook-up alluded to

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Max wakes up slowly, feeling a girl cling to his side in the hotel bed. He can't remember Daniel and him inviting girls over to their shared room to unwind after Silverstone, but they did drink an inadvisable amount. Daniel had drank some noxiously sweet wine that some fan had gifted him. Idiotic, Max had thought. Max stuck to gin, a drink that normally doesn't leave him feeling this discombobulated. He feels wrecked, sore, and achy. He doesn't even feel ready to open his eyes.

The woman beside him stretches and sighs. "Rough night, eh, Maxy?" she says in a familiar Australian lit.

They both freeze.

Max sits up, slapping around the hotel lamp until he finds the switch. He stares wide-eyed at the woman lying beside him, her mass of dark curls against tan skin. Her wide, familiar eyes with that distinctive nose set between. Her hands are flung over her mouth, but Max can still see the right tattoos in the right places, only against different curves.

He glances down at perky, bare tits and soft, wide hips, and then back up in embarrassed shock.

"Daniel?"

"Yeah."

"You're a girl."

"So I've noticed."

Max gets up, starkly aware of his own nudity. He fumbles in the morning light for clothes, glancing at his reflection in the mirror as he pulls on a pair of sweatpants.

He's still quite himself, but the hickeys are new. He didn't know his face could feel this hot. He mentally feels memories from last night brush against his psyche in frustratingly fleeting snippets. Biting down on soft thighs. Warmth and tightness. Hard nipples in his mouth. God, he thinks, we finally did it and I can't fucking remember shit.

He looks back, seeing Daniel is gone. He panics and hustles to the bathroom where not-Daniel-but-still-Daniel stands and assess his body.

"Wow, kinda thought girl-me would have a bigger rack."

"You're taking this well."

"Well, obviously, we're dreaming."

"Hm."

Daniel twists in his spot, watching his reflection as he gives his ass a smack. Max is immediately hard.

"Daniel."

"Max," he echoes with faux shock. "Relax, this is, like, a seriously vivid dream. A horny one at that. I think we boned last night."

Max can't utter a word. He just watches as Daniel feels up his own body, smaller hands drifting over smooth skin. His nails skate along his thigh's tattoos, upwards to drift along fine hair between his legs. Max squirms and feels anything but asleep.

"So real," Daniel whispers.

"Can you maybe put something on?" Max begs. Daniel cocks an eyebrow and smirks. Max feels unnerved seeing his expressions in a feminine font. Daniel's refreshing confidence always made Max feel... too much. Like if he wasn't careful, he could spill over with it all. Watching Daniel now fondle his chest, pressing the small mounds together as he assessed himself in the mirror, Max felt ready to burst.

And they fucked. He turns and heads out to the hotel room.

Life is cruel and this dream sucks and he wishes he could remember.

"Hey, Max, hey," Daniel soothes, coming up behind him and blessedly covered in a hotel towel. "I seriously think this can't be real. Just like...what's that DiCaprio film?"

"Huh? Inception?"

"Yeah, that one. Just a really, really good...weird dream."

"Okay, then hit me." Max walks up to Daniel. He's not used to being this much taller. He feels dizzy again with need, wanting nothing more than to pin the older Aussie down on the bed. To hike his soft yet strong legs over his shoulders. Maybe it'd be fine if they did it again, since it maybe is an impossible dream and Daniel's not a boy right now. Not that it mattered normally. Max didn't care, he just wanted to feel him all over again.

"What?" Daniel smiles, eyebrows knit in confusion.

"In dreams, that's how you wake up. Like, a kick to jolt you awake, right?"

"Oh, right. Yeah, we should wake up."

Max leans closer and turns his cheek.

"I'm not smacking you, Max. Here," Daniel takes Max's hand in his. All Max wants was to knit their fingers together, to feel the way his palm is finally bigger than Daniel's. "We'll do it to ourselves, okay?"

Daniel places Max's hand against his own cheek. He watches the gorgeous woman in front of him mirrors him, hand raised gently, fingertips against the curls that fall so, so long down to the middle of Daniel's back. He'd look so good with hair like that even as a boy. Max thinks to tell him this and stops himself.

"On three, yeah?"

"Okay."

Daniel counts down, in that singsong voice that's his but not his pitch. Max tries to commit it to memory as he gives himself a just-too-painful slap.

And nothing changes. The only thing that changes is now Daniel panics.

"Holy fucking shit, Max."

"Daniel-"

"This is real."

"We'll fix this," Max tries as Daniel starts tearing apart the hotel room. Max glances at the clock on the nightstand while Daniel goes on a heated search for something. "We don't have to leave for the flight for two hours."

Christ. He pictures telling their team anything. Daniel can still race, of course, Max thinks. He'll just need a new suit that fits better. And some adjustments to the car's seat fit. And a good PR statement that, yes, something impossible happened overnight but no worries we'll be set for Hockenheim so don't worry about how this happened.

"This!" Daniel says, leaping up to Max and putting a small card in his hand. "This is why! Read it. It came with the wine that hot girl gave me."

Max rolls his eyes and reads it. He narrows his gaze. "A change, temporary, good for two? What's that mean?"

"Beats me, but read it again. Temporary." He sighs, letting his head knock back. Max stares at the line of hickeys down Daniel's thinner neck, too faint. "I do kinda miss my dick."

"How does it feel?" Max asks despite himself. "To be a girl?"

"Good, I guess." Does Daniel press his thighs together reflexively, Max wonders. He feels pent up and horny again. "Like, I don't mind it, but it'll be hell to buy a whole new wardrobe," he attempts to joke through shaky laughs.

"Maybe that note meant 'two' like in two times," Max says, voice quiet.

All he can hear for a moment is the whirl of the hotel aircon. He watches Daniel's feminine frame, his big eyes and wet lips.

"Can you remember any of it?" Daniel asks, voice barely registering above the whirl.

"Not much."

"And it kinda doesn't count, right? Because I'm not really me right now, so its okay? And you don't mind?"

It can count, Max wants to beg. It can. It can be okay after, too. It can be okay all the time.

"I don't mind. You're hot as a girl." The last three words feel too final. Daniel's shoulders fall as he nods.

"Yeah, a stunner, huh? So, well, we'll take her for one last ride."

Finally, Daniel walks up and pushes Max onto the hotel bed. Max's mind reels as Daniel lets the towel drop. Two breasts in Max's face as he feels thighs straddle his waist. His hands fly up to trace eager lines up Daniel's spine and rake gentle tracks back down with his nails. They both shudder.

"Last time, right?" Daniel says between kisses down Max's neck. Max feels his eyes water. It doesn't have to be. But he doesn't say anything. He flips Daniel over on the bed, body tenting over the smaller frame. And this time, he focuses. He wants to make Daniel feel good. He wants to come inside. He wants to etch every moment deep in his mind, so he'll remember every gasp, every touch, every sigh.

[theflyingfeeling]

so idk if anyone remembers anymore but some time ago I described a fic idea in the tags of a post (and then elaborated the idea in a later ask) regarding Olli/Aleksi falling for each other while still being in relationships respectively... yeah, I kinda ended up writing something based off that thought and I just uploaded the first chapter on AO3, I hope y'all will be cool about it 👉👈

[cuddlytogas]

MUSLIM COSETTE I’M SCREAMING

I LOVE YOUR FIC SOOOOOO MUCH

SAME ANON AS BEFORE YOUR FIC IS LITERALLY LIFECHANGING - LIKE I’VE BEEN SAYING THE USYD COHORT (SPECIFICALLY FOR THE COURSES I WANT) ARE SUPER PRETENTIOUS BUT WHAT DOES THAT MATTER IF I CAN BECOME A LES MIS REFERENCE

sdjfgahsdfjkghaldfkgnadfkha THANK YOU OMG??????? <33333333333

unfortunately, you know what this means, right? and i think you've known it in your heart all along. les amis are........ also kinda pretentious........... UnU

anyway, i had a great time at usyd, but that was for my specific courses and also a decade ago, so lmao that doesn't help. i know it's even more of a capitalist hellscape now, but tbh, what university isn't? 🙃

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

"Ah... there's no need for that."

these lovebirds Destiny Bond returns this weekend !!! 💃💕 –> Check out the previous part here 🔷 –> New to the series? Follow from the start! 💜

[zuzusexytiems]

hello, tumblr 🥺 it's been a while, sorry I've kind of been in a really rocky place again and didn't really open the app for a hot minute 😭

I saw that you guys sent some stuff, though!! I'm about to fall asleep rn so I'll check them all out tomorrow, but thank you for taking the time to send things even if I was kind of inactive, I rly appreciate it 🥺

hope you are all doing well!!

[spaceratprodigy]

me reading the tags everyone left on my art

[tampatom12]

your tm is edelman (et al)

I had a feeling that my trademark was gonna be one of the boys!!! 🤩🥳🔥💯💞

I love that you chose to name Jules specifically even with my URL being all about Tom ☺️

And yes, I know that (et al) means "and others", so you technically did name Tom and Rob without actually naming them :D ❤️💙🧡

Anyway, getting back to Julian:

YEAH!!!!

I love Julian so much and am so happy that I decided to become a fan of his back in 2021 🤩🥰

It has been A LOT of fun to get to know almost everything about number eleven!! 😊💓 1️⃣1️⃣

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

THERE THEY AREEEEEEEEEE 😭🫵💖💖💖💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Finished this Sacredshipping commission for @/NyeehhhSure

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[sainz100]

a few more Daniel moments from the 2024 Paris Supercross

[sealightblue]

still missing some details BUT i attended the Milan GamesWeek (Italy) convention last saturday anyways! and it was amazing!! so many people complimented me and i took part in a cosplay contest on stage too 🥺💗 maybe I'll post a video of it later!!

previous update

also I MIGHT attend another con by the end of december in Turin (Italy) so I'll make sure to finish all the little details by then!! I'll give y'all some updates as always no worries 💗💗

i wanted to thank everyone for the support they provided me this past month under my wip posts and in pms! i struggle with adhd and so procrastination, but all those kind comments telling me i could do it and how great the wips looked, really kept me motivated for all those weeks 🥺💗 i am very proud of myself for realising such a thing in a little over a month, even if it's still not 100% finished in my eyes i already got to wear it and it felt amazing 🫶

also i did some very pretty megatron makeup! i got compliments for that too! i bought a silver face paint that worked so good- but I prefer not to leave my face around here on Tumblr so i drew es megs face all over mine 🤟💕

some painting progress pics!!

babygirl pic

[strawberrygyuuuu]

𝐓𝐗𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 —> "𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄?" —> 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐘

Genre —> Fluff

—> will txt peel your orange for you? Will they complain? Will they not do it? Will they do it willingly?

၄၃

YEONJUN

• what the flip guys

• you sometimes don't even have to ask, if he's getting himself fruit to eat he's getting you some too in a cute little bowl so y'all can eat your fruits together

• like...if you ask him to peel you an orange then okay sure no problem baby!!

• bro doesn't even think twice

• if his baby want their orange peeled bc they don't want it to get in their nails then sure!!! He loves you too much tbh

• just wouldn't question it too much so dont worry! You're all in good hands

• def a guy tho to do acts of service a lot for you, even if you ask or not

• baby js cares and wants to make sure you're okay! He def has the urge to take care of you a lot.

SOOBIN

• papa bunny does it usually when you're sick, unless you ask ofc

• like, if you're sick he'll get you some fruit he knows you love and give you it without asking for it

• any other time tho you'll have to ask him and tell him because you don't feel like getting your hands messy/sticky (or any other excuse lol)

• "yeah, okay..sure." shows a tiny little dimple smile and does it!!!>0<

• WITH A FOREHEAD SMOOCH AFTER OFC GRRR OTL

• easy, right?

• hes just glad to help you honestly

• "you feelin' better, baby? A little? Ok, get some more rest, sweet girl." With his little 🥺 staring at you and and and😭

• okay but realistically he sometimes just stares at you :D and then shakes his head and says, "ahh, no." Lololol he's joking pls joke back.

BEOMGYU

• oooo he's a menace

• tease you a little before giving in lol

• "wha? Why?..oh, hmm..no." then he'll get up and push you down if you try and get up to do it yourself 💀

• cutiee, he just likes to mess with you

• but he'll cut you some fruit! Tho he might make a mess so🧍🏻‍♀️

• no matter how it turns out pls eat it n be happy he worked hard😓

• if he's getting himself food or a snack or a drink or wtvr he'll get you one too without saying anything or you asking

• gyuie's just cute like that guys

• "here!!!! I bought you a drink! :)" pls take it and thank him and drink it happily 😭🙏🏻

TAEHYUN

• nooo cause his love language is def acts of service

• so he def does things for you a lot, me thinks

• you're cold? Cool here's his hoodie

• oh, you're hungry? Don't worry you'll be filled up real soon, he's cooking you something!!>.<

• he will gladly peel you an orange if you want one, an apple, he will peel it if it's peelable guys

• "mhm, okay." 5 mins later, "here, eat up, pretty girl."

• OTL

• I need him so bad guys😭

• idk he's just really thoughtful and always puts you before himself

• especially when it comes to health and food n stuff

• "here, have the rest of my food I'm full." *You end up feeding him some while you finish it.*

HUENINGKAI

• HES SO SWEET GOD PLS I NEED HIM 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

• whenever he eats something I know he gives you a few bites even if you have your own

• def rubs your tummy after you're done eating I'm sobbing

• 🧍🏻‍♀️

• but, anyway, hes just very thoughtful and wants to make sure you're okay

• "babyyyy! Would you like some? I figured we could try it since we've never had it before." You agree and he's so happy and he airplanes you the food IM BITING CEMENT

• this is so offtrack😭

• erm moral of the story he thinks of you a lot so yes, he in fact would peel you an orange and care for you happily!>0<

• at first tho he'll prob give you the most confused face ever bc you've never had a problem before..? But okay!!😊

[daymarenightdream1]

❝𝗟𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 (*)❞

╰┈➤𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽, 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾, 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎/𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍.

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤/𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚����𝕘𝕤: Suguru Geto x female reader

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: You went against Geto's wishes. Now he has to teach you a lesson. And you hate his lessons.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤/𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤: explicit words, s͎o͎ft͎!͎do͎m͎ g͎e͎t͎o͎, thi͎gh͎-r͎id͎in͎g, o͎r͎g͎a͎s͎m͎ d͎e͎n͎i͎a͎l͎,͎ f͎or͎ep͎l͎ay͎, d͎eg͎r͎ada͎t͎io͎n͎, p͎ra͎is͎e͎, pwp

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𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: Thank you immensely to darlings @gooble-writerr and @sukuna-ryo for being my beta readers <3 Appreciate y'all so much 🥺 I tried playing around with a moodboard to inspire me while I wrote. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this one! let me know what you think!

You hated Geto’s lessons. You thought as you stood at the doorframe. You’d been standing there for some time, shifting from foot to foot as you peaked around the corner.

Geto brought a steaming cup of coffee to his lips, relishing the bitter tang as he lazily held open a newspaper. He’d been absently flicking through, scanning the daily happenings of the sorcerer world as the sun warmed his back. He’d set down the paper and leaned into his chair, looking through the window in feigned ignorance with a soft smile. He hadn’t failed to notice the quiet creaking of floorboards, or the shadow peeking through the doorframe connecting the kitchen to the corridor. This was a particularly peaceful morning, Geto thought, as he enjoyed his almost solitude, content to let you simmer.

Geto’s head was turned away from you, long black silky hair slinking down his baggy white t-shirt as rays of sunlight filtered through and framed his figure. Like a fallen angel, you thought. You swallowed, heart bounding in your chest. He looked positively delicious, so peaceful and content as he took a drag of his cigarette. Just the sight of him sent a jolt of need through you, and you pressed your legs together as you leaned on the frame apprehensively, heat settling in between your thighs. In the fragments of your disturbed sleep, you’d dreamt of Geto, almost hearing his sultry, filthy words and feeling the ghost of his featherlight hands on your skin.

You’d tried to sleep, honestly. But your sleep was so patchy, the pure need and absence of him forcing your eyes wide open. Laying in bed next to a sleeping Geto, you’d desperately tried to relieve yourself, hand sneaking beneath the band of your pyjamas as quietly as you could manage, fingers stuttering and freezing at his every snore and sleepy murmur. But no matter how fervently you attempted to soothe the burning heat, you just couldn’t do it.

You couldn’t do it without him.

And it wasn’t that you were usually unable to… but each time you rode the wave, almost at the peak of that crescendo, cold, icy guilt would wash over you and send you plummeting back down, working you into a frustrated frenzy. You’d lay there, Geto’s back turned to you, as you remembered his quiet voice from the week before. When he’d chided you in a soft voice, patting your cheek gently as he told you he wasn’t angry, just disappointed that you’d finished without his permission as he’d rocked his hips into yours. You’d begged and begged him to reconsider when he promptly banned you from sex for a whole month, but he had only looked at you with faux sympathy as he’d sweetly pinched your cheek.

Every time you’d felt desperate for the past two weeks, had thought, just once, he won’t even know… The guilt would screech you to a stilted halt just before the climax. Which led to your current irritable and frustrated state, feeling like a bundle of raw, frayed nerves.

Geto turned his head to you after you stepped on a particularly loud floorboard, the creakechoing into the open plan kitchen and living room. Suguru smiled warmly at you, noticing your downturned gaze and arms cradled around your torso, before returning his attention to something supposedly more interesting in the newspaper, thumbing at the corner.

“Good morning, love. Sleep well?” he greeted warmly as he took another sip of his coffee.

You cringed. You’d once again spent the entire night working yourself up into a blaze, trying to stifle any sounds as you’d laid in bed next to him. If he’d woken up because of you and seen what you were doing, you knew he’d be upset. Might even have extended the ban. Each time he’d moved slightly or breathed, you’d freeze in shameful fear, head whipping over to check if he’d woken up. Then you’d see his serene face in the dim light, the sensual curve of his lip and the slope of his nose, unfairly long lashes brushing against his cheeks. And a wash of bubbling heat would sweep over you, relighting the embers of your hazy arousal. You touched yourself until the late hours of the night, ultimately unable to relieve yourself. Finally giving up with a bitter huff, you threw your head back, tears pricking your lashes as you nuzzled into Suguru’s heap of limbs. In his sleepy state, he wrapped his arms around you, slotting together as he sighed sleepily into your hair. You fell asleep feeling worse than when you’d started, dreams overflowing with sultry sounds and acts.

“Um… couldn’t sleep, really…” You murmured as you stepped into the kitchen, gathering supplies for a coffee. You felt a constant throbbing and made a note of not looking at Geto, almost panting as you poured instant coffee into a mug and set a pot of water on the stove. Each time you looked at him, you’d feel so warm and tingly, losing the ability to think about anything other than him. You had to take a breather, not wanting to throw yourself onto him and beg for his help, knowing he’d probably chide you again. And, honestly, you wanted to retain at least a shred of your dignity.

Geto set down his newspaper, watching you intently as he stubbed out his cigarette. He could see the frustration emanating from you, but you had gone against his command. He hadn’t wanted to hurt you, so he decided to take away a privilege. To be frank, Geto himself hadn’t been enjoying the distance, and had been plagued by his own heated thoughts. While he hadn’t exactly loved the idea of “punishing” you by banning you from sex, the sight of you quivering and shifting in discomfort set something in his lower belly aflame. Seeing you so desperate and on edge sent sparks flying through him, pants growing tight as he noticed the subtle blush dusting your cheeks. Like a moth to a flame, he couldn’t stop himself from approaching you, sneaking his hands under your shirt and wrapping his arms around your belly as you waited for the water to boil. You stiffened as you felt the solid lines of his toned body press into your back.

Your breath stuttered as you instinctively leaned back into him.

“No? Why not?” he murmured as he pressed a languid kiss into the back of your neck.

A long, tense silence settled over you as your lips split open, heavy pants escaping as you tried to bring your mind back to some sense of normality.

Two weeks left.

All you could think of was Geto grabbing you harshly by the root of your hair, shoving you face down onto the counter, and vigorously sliding his thick length into you… Until the sun came down.

“Baby?” Geto chuckled as he pressed another soft kiss to the shell of your ear. You’d closed your eyes as you’d leant into him, and your lips were parted as you panted.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You tried not to focus on the blood rushing to your core, the burning heat radiating to your toes.

Geto chuckled again, starting to really enjoy your ditzy, preoccupied state. “Why didn’t you sleep well?” He pressed into your lower belly with light pressure, sending your mind far, far away.

“Well, uh… I was… uhm…struggling…” Your face flushed as you pressed your lips together, stifling a moan.

“Go on, pretty.” He coos. “You can tell me.” He said it in such a kind, loving tone while he lazily caressed your tummy, hands grazing just under the dip of your breasts before travelling down, down, down to the plush curve of your belly. He lazily squeezed you with slight pressure then released. Words failed you. If only he knew how terribly he was teasing you.

And then he squeezed again.

And again, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing, taking all the time in the world as he lightly dragged his black painted nails across your skin. Your mind turned foggy and your mouth dropped open as you panted, tongue lolling out and leaning back into Geto’s arms. “You, nnh… it’s been two weeks…since…” Oh, he was being so cruel…

“Since what, honey?” He stepped away, smirking, gracefully giving you a moment of reprieve. He refrained from telling you that he needed a second to breathe, seconds away from spreading you on the counter. Geto passed by the seat next to the window, grasping his newspaper and heading over to the sofa on the other side of the room. He plopped down with a hum, flicking the paper open to a dog-eared page.

You considered how much you really cared about your dignity. You thought about falling onto your knees and begging him to take you right there and then. Your head whipped back and forth between the boiling pot and Geto’s relaxed posture on the sofa, finally deciding to switch off the gas and forget about the coffee. You were too high on adrenaline to even think about coffee at this point.

He glanced up to you. “Since what? What’s wrong, pretty?”

You felt something crack within you as you looked at him with pleading eyes. “Geto, I can’t take this anymore…” you whined.

He cocked an eyebrow, lowering his paper. “What do you mean?”

You looked away, huffing as your cheeks reddened. “You know what I mean.”

“Not a clue, baby, tell me. What’s wrong?” He was teasing you, he had to be.

“I… Please.” The need you felt for him surpassed any care for your dignity. “I’m embarrassed to say it out loud,” You whispered as you stepped closer to Geto.

“Well, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me, baby,” he said somewhat condescendingly, “I’m not a mind reader.” He flicked the page and turned his gaze to something in the corner, rubbing his chin.

You huffed again in frustration. “Please, Geto, I’m… I’m really… I know you said we couldn’t… you know… for a month, but…” Why was he ignoring you? Couldn’t he see how much you needed him? “Does it really have to be that long? Can’t we just…?” you started to plead.

“Oh… I see…” Understanding flashed in his eyes as he sat further back and smirked at you. “Poor baby… You’re all hot and bothered, aren’t you?” He crooned.

You looked away, face flushed like a beetroot. “I just… I miss you, Sugu…” you attempted, rubbing your arms in a soothing motion.

It was like something snapped in him. He threw the newspaper on the coffee table, leaning his elbows on his knees. “You’re just so desperate for my cock, aren’t you baby?”

Heat pulsed through you, going straight to your core. You looked at him, suddenly feeling nervous. You wriggled uncomfortably. He wasn’t usually this… explicit. You must’ve really made him upset…

“I…” your voice took on a nervous lilt.

“Awh~… poor baby, you can’t even think without it in you, can’t you?”

You turned away, face turning a new, brighter shade of red as desire pulsed through you.

 “Too bad.” Your face fell. “You haven’t been good, so I don’t think you deserve it right now.” He said, crossing his arms as he leaned back into the sofa.

Your face crumpled. How were you going to take another two weeks of this? “You’re so mean, Sugu…”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not being cruel, pretty. I’ll still take care of you.” He patted his lap. “Use my thigh.”

“Wh- what?” you spluttered.

He tilted his head to the side, watching you intently. “I said you can use my thigh. That is what you want, isn’t it?” He probed.

“I…” You flushed as you wrung your hands together. You brought a hand to your skirt, picking at a loose thread, feeling very much off kilter all of a sudden. You’d been expecting more rejection rather than… whatever this was.

“Oh, come on, baby.” He said in a pointed tone. “You think I didn’t notice what you were doing last night? You weren’t exactly inconspicuous. You’re lucky you didn’t finish, otherwise I wouldn’t be so nice.” He patted his thigh again, much like for a dog. “Come here.”

He’d felt sorry for you, honestly. Hearing how frustrated you were throughout the night, how terribly you’d struggled… Your little gasps of frustration had sent jolts of blazing heat through him. He’d struggled to keep his eyes closed, but hadn’t wanted to alert you to his conscious state. Geto wanted to see whether you’d go against his word. And when you’d given up in a exasperated huff, nuzzling into him like a kitten… He decided he’d give you a little reprieve the next day.

You padded over to him, embarrassment flooding through you. “Sorry, Sugu…”

He caressed your cheek, holding your chin between his finger and thumb, looking at you lovingly. “No need, sweetheart. It’s only natural,” he chuckled. “Sit.”

You positioned yourself over his grey sweatpants, moving your legs awkwardly into place as you held onto his broad shoulders.

“Yes… that’s it.” He pushed your hair behind your ear, leaning closer to whisper softly. “Grind on my thigh, pretty girl.”

You shifted, rolling your hips forward ever so slightly when a sudden searing heat pulsed through your core. You breathed shakily as you rolled back, feeling his thigh flex beneath you. Geto snuck a warm hand to your black mini skirt, inching it up to reveal your grey cotton panties. He smirked as he noticed the darkened patch, a heady feeling rushing through him. “Awh, you’re doing such a good job.” He whispered.

You mewled. His words were inflaming you as much as his movements. You started to rock back and forth a little faster, biting your lip as the intoxicating warmth spread into your lower belly.

“Look at you… Working so hard. Rubbing against me like a little whore…”

Your fingers curled as you pressed into his shoulders, quiet sounds rasping from your throat. Geto clasped a hand over your wrist, rubbing a circle into the thin skin.

“Oh, sweet thing, you’re so worked up. Need me to help?” He cooed as he bounced his knee. You squeaked suddenly, little ‘ohs’ and ‘ahs’ breaking free from your lips as he intermittently bounced you up and down on his big thigh. A dizzy wash spread over you each time he jolted his thigh. It felt so good, too good. You felt out of control.

“Ah, ah, oh- Geto- Wait, ah-” you moaned as he thumbed your bottom lip.

“Oh? What is it? What do you want? Tell me, go on, or has that pretty little pussy taken over your brain?” he said with a mean grin. He adored seeing you in such a blissful state, cheeks flushed and eyes scrunched shut in concentration. All you could do was moan and mewl little gasps.

You gripped his shoulders, knuckles turning white. You needed him. “Geto, please… ah- please, I need you in- ah…”

“I know, I know… I know what you want, baby… My sweet little slut…” he smirked, looking like a shark in bloody water. He’d caught your scent, and now he was certainly not letting you go. While you hadn’t actually managed to relieve yourself the night before, he hadn’t exactly been happy that you’d tried to keep your late-night activities a secret from him. You needed to suffer, just a little. Geto relished in bringing you to those heady heights and just… keeping you there, for hours.

Head tilted back slightly to keep you in sight, he leaned back comfortably into the sofa, drinking you in. Geto’s half-lidded eyes slunk to your trembling legs spread on his meaty thigh, a knowing gaze washing over his face as his lips melted into a smug smirk. He watched you like a hawk as you rocked back and forth, back and forth, little gasps and whimpers escaping your bitten lips.

His hands smoothly grasped your waist all of a sudden, pressing into your skin as he slowed your tempo, tutting at you. “Now, now, pretty. Patience. Don’t rush.”

“Ah- But, Suguru- It feels so good, I want-” you mewled.

“Sshh… Baby… Slow.” He purred, his fingers brushing over your clothed heat. Sparks flew into your tummy and you leaned forward, head bowing as you moaned long and low. He chuckled warmly, and placed his hands back onto you, settling on your hips as he pressed you down into his thigh.

You gasped sharply, slick gushing against his leg, making his grey sweats dark and sticky with your arousal.

“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you? Want me to do it again?” He whispered as he pressed you down once more.

“Nnh! Sugu, please…” You were going to lose your mind.

“Please, what? Baby?” he probed. His thick fingers trailed down to your core, coiling under your panties and pressing into a wet, sticky mess. “Oh, I think I see the problem.” He smiled like a cat as he kept his eyes on your heat. “Your mind’s melted into a little puddle, huh?”

You started to tremble, blood roaring in your ears as you writhed against his thigh like a feral animal. You leaned both hands on his thigh as though you were holding onto a saddle. “Please, Sugu, please, I need more… I need it inside…” you whined.

His brows furrowed as he grasped your jaw and squeezed your cheeks together, your lips puckered like a fish. “You’ve made such a mess. Dirty girls like you don’t get to ask for more than what they’re given.”

His words sent a thrill through you, your belly going taut as tension rose in your core. You were close, rocking forward in short repetitive strokes, riding that wave up, up, up…

Geto pressed your hips to a sudden stop, and you plummeted back down. “No!” you whimpered. “Why did you…?” tears pricked your lashes.

Geto patted your cheek then lifted your chin in a firm grip. “Sorry, sweetheart. Not yet. I never said you could use my thigh to finish.” He lifted you off his thigh and placed you onto the sofa, pressing his lips to yours in a long, heated exchange.

Frustration tore through you. “Suguru, please. I can’t wait any longer.” You begged.

He climbed over you, settling in between your thighs as he pressed you down onto the cushions. He pressed his soft lips to yours, breathing heavily as his tongue broke past the seam of your lips. He brushed his tongue across yours, humming deeply as he started to rock against your hips, pressing his hard length against your slick, driving you to a mess of moans and sweaty limbs. His gentle hands brushed your hair out of your face, pressing one last long kiss to your lips before finally pulling away. He smiled down at you as you looked up at him, sweat dripping down into your hair and the crevices of your neck. “You should have thought about that when you came all over me without my say so.”

You looked into his violet eyes, your lip wobbling. “Please,” you breathed.

“Aw… Princess. Don’t look at me like that. You’ll make me feel bad.” He crooned as he held a hand to your cheek.

“Just two more weeks, baby. After all, if I let you off so soon, what’s to stop you from disobeying me again?” he pecked another kiss to your lips before you threw your head back in desolate frustration.

“You’re so mean, Sugu…” you whined, panting as you pulled your skirt down.

Suguru stood, adjusting the belt of his pants and running a hand through his hair. He grabbed his newspaper and returned to his original seat. “Not mean, baby. Just teaching you a lesson.”

You hated Geto’s lessons.

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king of my heart | pt. 4

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

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📞 calling Pato

[yn; normal] [pato; cursive]

"Hi-"

"I'm not gonna lie, you are either very brave or very stupid for calling me right after the videos of your little date with Lando are going viral. Did you get tired of hiding your relationship?"

"...Guess I deserve that."

"[sights] What do you want, yn?"

"I swear I won't take up much of your time. I just want to talk... well, apologize, actually. I'd prefer to do it face to face rather than over the phone but I know that right now I'm probably the last person you wanna see. At least this way, if you don't wanna keep listening to me, you can just end the call."

"Well, I'm very tempted to end the call right now."

"Pato, I-"

"However, I'm also very curious about what you have to say."

"So...?"

"So I'll give you a chance to talk. But I promise you yn, if I hear any lame excuses, I will hang up and block you. Are we clear?"

"Hundred percent clear."

"Then talk."

"Well... first of all, I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I promise it was never my intention to hurt you, even if I ended up doing it anyway. I should've told you from the beginning the kind of relationship I had with Lando and I should've been honest with you, especially when my feelings towards you changed to something deeper. I kno-"

"Hold on. What?"

"What do you mean what?"

"What did you just say?"

"That I'm sorry I lied to yo-"

"No, no. The part about your feelings."

"Oh. Well... you heard me. And I don't know why you sound so surprised. I mean, what happened between me and Lando in Spain was a stupid and terrible decision I made, and I should've known better cause my feelings for you were getting stronger."

"Then why did you sleep with him?"

"I... [sights]. I've thought about it a lot in the last few weeks, you know? I was trying to put all the blame on Lando when in the end I was the one who took the initiative. We were just going to talk to end that situationship once and for all, and then I kissed him. And instead of stopping him when he was going for more, I just let it happen cause in my head it was a form of goodbye. Clearly I ended up feeling guilty but the damage was done. And when I could've made things right by telling you the truth about what happened, I didn't. I was embarrassed, but mostly scared of losing the best man I've ever known... but that ended up happening anyway, and I'm to blame for that."

"..."

"Pato?"

"Did you love him?"

"No. We started out as friends and one day I realized I was attracted to him, one night one thing led to another and we became friends with benefits ever since. He didn't want a relationship at that time and neither did I. But in the last few months that changed for me. I wanted a partner, a committed relationship. Lando wasn't that and I was tired of being just a "casual thing". So no. I liked him, but I never loved him."

"So what was that date night about?"

"Just us being adults and having a real and necessary conversation. I had things to apologize for and so did he. I think Lando and I finally found common ground and are ready to move forward... not with each other, just to be clear. Just friends and nothing else."

"For real this time?"

"For real this time. My priorities and my heart are elsewhere."

"Oh, really? Where?"

"I could tell you or I could show you. To be honest, and if you let me, I'd rather show you. You know, actions speak louder than words."

"Yeah, I've heard that. You have any idea?"

"It depends. What are you doing on Friday?"

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author's note: AND THAT'S A WRAP! Thank you so much for giving this story a chance💖 To my Lando girlies, don't be mad! He was a jerk in this story but I'll post another one where he gets the love he actually deserves. And to my Pato girlies, stay tuned! I plan to post more stories with him cause it's what our lovely man deserves. And if you want me to write about some other driver, feel free to send me a request! I'll see what I can do🧡 See y'all soon!

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Bless Your Heart | 1. HELLO, MY OLD FRIEND

You're nervous, wary of your new environment, but you're excited to take on the challenge of becoming a ranch hand. Meeting the O'Hara brothers is sure to stray you one way or another.

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JULY

You didn’t know you’d be back in the south so soon. A part of you wanted to laugh at yourself for crawling back to the place that you swore you’d leave behind.

Growing up here can be rewarding, but the itch to escape the fear that others placed on the outside world to make your own decisions rushed through your body every year.

So, you did just that.

You broke free of the grasps of superstitious aunts, traditional geezers, and terrified grandparents. You spread your wings to the city. You traveled the world. You got to know family that knew the ins-and-outs of various transportation systems better than you ever could.

And yet in those small, almost insignificant, moments, you found yourself yearning for the South.

You missed the way the air smelt before it rained. The expanse of land as far as the eye could see. The warmth of your closest family who never quite understood your ambitions, but urged you to chase after them anyway. The taste of grease and hot food, no one else in the world could match those down-to-earth flavors.

You missed home.

Subconsciously, you found the South in the things you did.

In the way you added packets of sugar to any tea you had because apparently no one knows what sweet tea is.

In the way you called people “ma’am” and “sir” when you weren’t really thinking about it.

In the way you had a little saying for every circumstance.

In the way you suddenly started to crave butter pecan ice cream as if you were in your 40s.

Still, home didn’t exactly mean back under your parents’ roof. You didn’t miss home that much, enough to have a curfew at your big age. You figured that if you were going to move back, it would be to an area where you could at least catch the nearest flight to some far off land.

The advertisement to be a ranch hand was a bit obscure, but the doodle of the big family on the corner of it was enough to sell it to you. It probably wasn’t the best idea to pack everything up so soon, but the pay was so unbelievable that you decided to test fate.

Your own family would have a heart attack. First, you were going to be almost in the middle of nowhere and second, you were going to be doing hard labor. Definitely not the little girl they watched grow up anymore.

It all felt surreal.

The sun was beating down on your legs through the windshield of a taxi-van. No tint was a match for this heat. You could hear your suitcases and bags rattling in the back with the one box of things you just couldn’t sell. You weren’t throwing away pots and pans, and no one wanted to buy your old dragonfly lamp.

The driver was a nice old man who spoke to you like you were a long lost relative, but he was starting to get way too quiet for your liking, and, like an idiot, you didn’t put the address in your phone. The service was spotty and all you could see was miles and miles of tall trees and power lines.

You leaned back and hugged your purse close to your body, letting out a quiet huff.

“You nervous?” the man asks.

You panned your eyes from a “Honey For Sale” sign to look at the rearview mirror.

“A little. But, you gotta jump in with both feet, you know?”

Such a light answer for what could be a walk right into your untimely disappearance.

Or budding success. You weren’t sure yet.

“That’s right. Wish I could get you to say that to my daughter. All she wanna do is lay around and watch TV all day.”

“Well,” your heart picks up as he takes a turn. The land was huge, red gates covering acres of green land and a few buildings spread across it. “I’m sure she has her reasons. Just give her time.”

He laughed as he pulled up to the gate, “Ain’t that much time in the world. Do you need me to drive further?”

“No, right here is fine, I’ll just drag everything through.”

You were quick to get out and get your things, body running on adrenaline. The cash you handed him was some of the last bit you had left. You're tense, wary of the new environment, but more than anything, you were excited for something new.

“Sure you don’t want me to drive a little closer? Those houses are far.”

“I think here is good. Don’t want to startle anybody.”

“Alright,” he slams the trunk and gets back to the driver’s seat. “You be safe now.”

With a quiet thanks and a wave, you watch his van back out of the rocky path. The dust under the tires makes you cough.

Roughed up combat boots scratch against the rocks in the path as you move to open the gate. It creaks loudly as you push past and the wooden sign burned with an H-marked spider jolts against it.

The person you were contacting said to just come on in once you got here. No number to call, no person to look for, no dress code.

Out in the open, you could hear cows talking to each other and birds singing their tunes. The wheels of your suitcase against the trail become the back beat of their song.

The land was truly beautiful, the few homes standing tall and proud against the plains. A small pond was at your right, ducks and mosquitoes floating over the top.

Following the path, you walked until you reached the first person you could find, the blurry image of reds, blues, and browns coming to form him.

A tall glass of water, taller than any other man you’ve ever met. You were sure if he ever fell off of a horse, it would be a hard flight to the ground.

The hair peeking from under his hat was as brown and curly as the chocolate shavings you’d see on grocery store cakes. The skin you could see was a rich caramel, hidden in the shade of dark felt.

You scanned the expanse of his back, wondering how he worked in clothes that made you feel hot just looking at them. Even with the shadow of the rim, sweat was still beating down his neck and soaking up the collar of his plaid button down.

A thick belt was snug around his waist and his jeans were mighty tight. Dirt caked the hem of them and walking your eyes up, every white stitch was accounted for. A name was on his back pocket, but it was too thin, too scrambled to see.

Dragging a hefty suitcase across the rocky path, you got closer to him, and with an extended hand and a polite smile, you introduce yourself.

“You needed a ranch hand?”

He turns his head to the side, barely acknowledging you, and turns back with a grumble, “Of course, this is the person I end up with.”

Your brows furrow, “What was that?”

“Nothing. You can put your stuff in the guest house. Join me at the barn in five minutes.”

“Do you have a name or were you never taught any manners?”

He stopped fiddling with the broken buckle of a saddle and turned completely towards you, “You talk back to all your bosses on the first day?”

Thick eyebrows lowered as he squinted at you and your breath hitched. If his hair was chocolate shavings, then his eyes were the mocha cake topped with swirls of coffee icing.

No man needed eyelashes that pretty nor lips that perfect and full. His arms were crossed as he stood there, body barely contained in his clothes. No man deserved to be that big with a striking face to match.

It was dangerous.

“Most bosses give me their names,” you drop your stretched hand, and the air lulls between you two. The purse across your body felt like it was digging in your skin. “Or at least a greeting.”

“Well, you’ll learn pretty quickly that I’m not most bosses.”

You bite your tongue, watching as he goes back to what he’s doing. That southern drawl in his voice was lingering in your mind as you realized that he truly meant what he said.

There was no proper introduction, no tour, no beginner’s manual.

Breathing deep you try again, “Can you point me in the right direction?”

His head flicks to the right, stance unmoving like a pillar. The three houses were all that were left and the barn was in another direction.

Gripping the handle again, you made your way back to the trail.

With a hand over your eyes to block the sun, you wonder if the guy from earlier would care if you passed out in the middle of the road. The distance between the houses and the animals feels further than it needed to be.

“Hey, hey, hey! Where ya heading?”

You slow your pace, unsure if the man sitting on a swinging bench was talking to you or someone else.

“Well, don’t just stand there. C’mon!” he waves over with the excitement of a little kid. “I don’t bite.”

Getting closer, the guy grunts as he stands and wipes his hands on his jeans. He’s just as tall as the first man you met, but he looks lighter, happier.

He smiles as you pull your bag to the porch, brown lips stretching to show pretty teeth. He tips his felt hat off, and when he steps into the light, the sun dances across his eyes, bits of brown tapping along a hazel base.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he sticks out a hand and places his hat back, something you expected the first man to do. “I’m Gabriel O’Hara. Welcome to The Huntsman Farms! ‘Where the stallions roam free.’”

You shake his hand with no hesitation, noting the strength in his grip, the roughness of his fingertips, “Thank you, I’m glad to be here. Although, I’m not sure if your buddy was informed?”

Gabriel pauses, then looks over to the paddock with a grimace, “Uh, he’s not too fond of visitors. A little bit of a stick in the mud. Sorry about that. I promise he’s all hat and no cattle. Figuratively.”

“That hat is pretty tall, then. He did mention a guest house in this general direction.”

“And to that guest house, I will guide you.”

He grabs your case and lifts it up with ease, turning to go behind one of the most stark-white houses you’ve ever seen.

There was a slight limp in his stride, noticeable enough for you to want to grab everything back, but watching him walk in front of you was entrancing.

Another pair of thighs and calves that fill denim cuts just before they make room to cover his boots. The brown belt hugged his waist nicely and the expanse of his back rooted itself in his t-shirt.

Sweat was building on your scalp.

Were all the men on this farm that built?

“So, is it your first time in this neck of the woods?”

You blink, “In Texas?”

“In the countryside, hun.”

“Oh, no! Born and raised in the South. I have plenty of family that lived in the country. I wouldn’t call myself a connoisseur of all things country, though.”

“As long as you can stand the heat, I think you’ll be alright. Had a guy sign up for the job and he passed out on the first day. Poor thing couldn’t tell a calf from a kid.”

“Well, Mr. O’Hara, I can assure you that I know that much. And a little heat never hurt anybody.”

“Glad to hear it,” he laughs. “And please, call me Gabriel. It’s a heap of O’hara’s on this land alone. Gotta keep track.”

You hum in understanding, thinking back to the family name on the advertisement.

Looking to the backyard next to the path, you notice a wooden playset with hot pink spray paint fading away to green on the slide. There’s a giant tree with a lone tire swing and a red wagon piled with lantanas and pink ladies under it.

The guest house matches the atmosphere of the playful area: pale teal wood with a chocolate brown door and window shutters. Three rocky steps lead to a welcome mat shaped like a cloud, and a few shrubs run along the edge of the house.

Gabriel steps on the stones, body stiff as he places your suitcase right by the door.

“Are you the owner?” you find yourself asking, steering your mind away from its earlier spiral.

He straightens up as he unlocks the door, grin prominent even though he wasn’t facing you.

“You could say that. I pride myself on taking care of the critters when I can,” the door creaks and he finally uses the handle of your bag to pull it in. “No unhappy chickens. No angry bulls. Unless I’m on one.”

“You’re a bull rider? Are you pulling my leg, Gabriel?”

“Oh, I wish someone was pulling mine. This last sucker got me good. I didn’t stretch that well before I got on ‘em and my bullfighters were scattered. Next thing I know, I’m in the air with three seconds left and my fingers slipping from the rope. Then, boom! Landed on the gate with one ankle in between the bars and a pull so deep, I’m on fire.”

Gritting your teeth and breathing in air through the gaps, your muscles tense like you were there.

“God, are you ok?”

“Well, you’re still staring at this pretty face, ain’t you?”

A laugh you didn’t know you had in you finds its way out. Gabriel’s smile grows, shining just under the rim of his hat. He switched the light on as he joined you, hands on his hips as he looked around the room.

It was cozy and compact with the kitchen mere steps away from the living room you walked into. Sunlight coated the room with stripes through the barely open blinds and a “Home Is Where The Heart Is” sign stood out on the wall next to the entrance.

The colors were similar to the exterior, blues and browns with a splash of white.

“I do hope you can come to love it here. I know it’s not much, but whatever you need, I’ll do what I can to help you out.”

“Thank you so much. This was actually a lot more than I was expecting, honestly. The ad was a little ambiguous.”

“What’s life without a little fun?”

“A boring one according to you. I do have more stuff all the way back at the gate that I should get to before it’s seen as garbage.”

“Oh, you stop that,” Gabriel says, blocking your exit. “I’ll get my guys to bring it in later. You go ahead and get settled and I’ll check out your ACs before I leave you. You’ll need it.”

He stomped his shoes a bit then switched on the living room box. The stuffiness of the air lifted and the cool breeze and hum of the AC unit took over. He turns the corner and you open the blinds next to the couch, opening up the room even more.

Ten seconds and a blink later you hear a scream so high, you think one of the goats may have found its way into the home.

Running after the sound, you park behind Gabriel to see what caused the commotion.

In the bedroom with the light skirting around the curtains stood a tall creature with a head of flying fur. It had antennas that moved at a steady rhythm and a bend that felt irregular, strange to the eye.

Gabriel was leaning on the doorway, hands slapping against the wallpaper with short breath.

When he flipped the lights you gasp as the biggest, sleekest cat you’ve ever seen stands on its hind legs and kneads the air. Its eyes are a bright green, standing out against its jet-black fur as it stares at you unamused.

“Gabbie!” Gabriel shouts, moving to bend and breathe a sigh of relief. “Baby girl, don’t do that. You know my heart can’t take it.”

A little girl ducks out from behind the cat’s head with a toothy smile and a pocket of giggles in her chest. She lets her cat down who only weaves between her legs, nearly knocking her over. Her hair is wild, thick dark brown fly-aways escaping what you think is a ponytail.

“Daddy said when you say that, it only means that you’re actually scared!”

“Your daddy don’t know whether to scratch his watch or check his ass. Don’t listen to him.”

“Are you here to help on the farm?” she asks you.

“Why yes I am-”

“Baby girl, you know that’s not how you greet people. Get it right,” Gabriel chides.

She huffs, hair bouncing as she looks down at her feet. Her hands go behind her back, embarrassed.

“‘M sorry, ma’am,” she mumbles, thick eyebrows furrowed.

Her cat sits in front of her and meows low, body stretching up to place its paws on her shoulders. It started to rub against her face, purring loud and content.

Your heart tugged at the scene. It reminded you of yourself, getting fussed at for the smallest things.

Walking next to her, you squat to match her level.

“It’s ok, sweetie. You didn’t mean me any harm,” you place your hands in your lap as you look at her.

Her cheeks are full and her eyelashes are long. There’s a bandaid on her chin and from here you can see that her hair is stretched and curly, barely contained in a scrunchie trying to hold it all together. If she hadn’t confirmed it already, you would think she’s Gabriel’s daughter, a mole under her bottom lip matching the one on his jaw, but those eyebrows were reminiscent of the man from before.

“Tell you what, I’ll tell you my name, and you can tell me you and your kitty’s names. Deal?”

“Deal!”

You learn that her name is Gabriella and her cat is a Maine Coon named Jade, like the Bratz doll.

“Because his eyes are green like her’s! And he’s a cool cat. Did you know that ‘Kool Kat’ is Jade’s nickname?”

“I wouldn’t be a girl with a passion for fashion if I didn’t.”

She giggles, sienna eyes sparkling as she claps her hands.

“Want to see my dolls? We can play dress-up. And have a party! Oh, oh! I have tiaras for me and my cats. You can borrow one!”

“Gabbie.”

“I can push you on the swing and introduce you to the baby cows and ride the four-wheeler.”

“Baby girl.”

“And we can do parties! My birthday already passed, though. I’m 8! How old are you?”

“Gabriella,” Gabriel says louder. His hands are on his hips as he gives her a knowing look. “I know you hear me calling you. And you never ask a lady her age. That’s rude, baby girl.”

She pouts again and nods, picking up her cat from under its armpits. Jade sticks his tongue out and starts kneading once more.

“Now go run off and play. She needs to start her work, ok? If you do right, maybe she’ll play with you later.”

“Ok, Tío.”

Gabriel turns and leaves the room but before Gabriella can get too far, you tap her shoulder and urge her back with a finger. You cup your hands over your mouth and that glow is back in her eyes.

“28,” you whisper in her ear.

She leans back and smiles against the top of her cat’s head.

“You really are a princess,” she whispers back. She shuffles off before Gabriel can fuss again and you follow.

He guides her through the entryway, watching through the screen door as she and Jade run back to the main house.

“Sorry about that. I think she snuck in here while we were getting it ready.”

“It’s fine. She’s a cutie pie. I don’t mind at all.”

“Yeah, that she is,” he sighed. “One look at that face and you’re a goner.”

Looking at him, you could tell that those words were accurate. He couldn’t even hold his authority for too long.

“Did Miguel have something for you to do? I wanted to get Gabbie out of your hair, but there’s no telling what he has planned. He’s been running all over the ranch like a chicken with his head cut off.”

“Who?”

Gabriel snickered and looked to the side.

“I know it’s hot but don’t go forgetting stuff on me so soon, honey.”

“No, I, I really don’t know who Miguel is. Was that the first man I saw? Tall? Long hair? Wouldn’t look me in the eye?”

Gabriel’s head dipped as he slumped against the door.

“O’Hara’s. A line full of knuckleheads, I tell you,” he mumbles. “C’mon.”

“Even without a watch, I’m sure that you know it’s been more than five minutes.”

You rub a wrist over your temple, swiping away sweat. Gabriel clicks his teeth next to you.

“Look, if this is how you’re going to act with basic tasks, you won’t make it far here.”

“Really?” Gabriel answers for you.

Miguel turns, letting go of the stall he was unlocking.

“Thought you had business to tend to.”

“And I expected you to show some respect, so I guess we’re both up the creek without a paddle.”

“What do you want, Gabriel?”

“For starters, you should apologize to this lovely woman.”

“Apologize for what?”

“For being a jackass. We finally get some help around here and you can’t even muster up a smile on that square head of yours.”

“The same square head that your mama blessed you with?”

“The same one that I’m about to knock up against the barrels if you don’t quit it.”

Miguel smirked and started to roll up his sleeves. Your eyes zero in on his thick, sturdy arms decorated with hair. His muscles flex as his fingers fiddle with a button on his cuff.

“I’d like to see you try. You can barely stand straight right now.”

Gabriel takes his hat off and places it over a lasso hook, then cracks his neck. Your stomach lurches and you can’t tell if it’s because your brain has deluded you into thinking that they’re fighting over you, or if you’re actually nervous about two men well over six feet about to roll around in dirt.

As Miguel loses his hat and his hair falls to frame his face, you think the first option sounds more pleasing.

You back up as quietly as you can, the two of them shouting curses at each other so loudly that they don’t even notice your movements.

“I can’t believe you want this nice lady to see you on your ass.”

“And I can’t believe you still don’t know when to mind your own.”

“Your own is my own,” Gabriel bites back.

A crunch behind you grabs your attention.

Jade looks up at you, one eye scrunched as he munches on a bug. A tiny, sparkly pink cowboy hat adorns his head. Looking further, Gabriella looks up at you with big brown eyes.

The boys were only getting louder.

“Excuse me,” you interrupt them. “As much as this is entertaining me, little ears are listening.”

You point to the entrance where Gabriella is doing the worst job of hiding. Her fingers stand out against the white opening and Jade’s tail stands tall and curved. He makes a stunted meow as the attention falls on him.

In a heartbeat, their demeanors change. Balled up fists loosen and shirts unravel. They both drop to the ground, Gabriel struggling, and beckon her closer.

For once, Miguel looks softer, at ease.

“Hey, sunshine,”

Gabriella walks fast to get to him, hands fiddling together. Once she’s in his arms, he cradles her, kissing her cheek softly.

“Were you and Tío Gabri fighting?”

“No, no baby girl. We weren’t fighting.”

“Yeah, we were just talking,” Gabriel agrees, smoothing back her hair that shoots right back up afterward. “Just some brotherly love, is all.”

“Then why is your shirt all messed up?”

She points to Gabriel’s stretched collar and picks at a loose button on Miguel’s.

“One of the horses might have gotten a hold of it.”

“Yeah, Tío’s right, Bubba was a little late with feeding time today. Magenta might have gotten hungry.”

Gabriella twists her lip.

“Tío, you know Magenta doesn’t like boys! What if she ate you up?”

Gabriel laughs before he can even think of a response, eyes warm as he takes in the seriousness of his niece’s face. With her eyebrows pinched like that, she was the spitting image of her father, scowl and all.

“Well, thank God you’re here to rescue me. Your daddy was no help at all.”

“If Magenta can’t stand you, what makes you think she wants to see me?”

Gabriel sneered at Miguel who only shrugged back.

“What were you hiding for anyway, Gabbie? I thought I told you to go play.”

She stares at her fingers, chin tucked away into her chest. Miguel rubs her arm, silently encouraging her, while Gabriel tilts his head and waits.

“I,” her eyes glance at you then back down. “I just wanted to see her again.”

When Gabriella says your name, it’s like everything sparkles around her. Like there’s bubbles and glitter in the air.

Miguel rolled your name on his tongue. He took you in and looked at you with more than just disdain underlining his skin.

Getting up without letting his daughter go, then helping Gabriel off the ground, he acknowledges you.

“Can you ride a horse?”

Your tongue slides over your teeth in your mouth. It’s not missed on you the way he watches you shift your weight, eyes calculating and stern.

“No. No, I can’t.”

Miguel looks at Gabriel out of the corner of his eye.

“That’s completely fine. Not nothing none of us can’t teach you,” Gabriel supplies.

“I could teach you!” Gabriella perks up, body jerking in her father’s hold, but his body remains still.

You smile at her in thanks as Gabriel continues.

“Have you ever milked a cow? A goat?”

“Once,” Gabriel looks hopeful and Miguel’s eyebrow raises. “At a museum. It was a simulation.”

“Hear that Gabri? They’re doing simulations for cows now.”

“Can you,” Gabriel ignored his brother completely, “plant something in the soil?”

“Absolutely. My mama has a garden and I planted things with my grandma before.”

Gabriel lights up as he turns and hits Miguel on the shoulder with glee.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that your last plant died. Nor that the last time you were helping your grandma was when you were three years old and completely in her way.

“So you can operate a shovel?”

“Yes, I can do that much.”

“Great,” Miguel says. “I know the perfect task for you.”

Excited, you thought nothing of the calmness in Miguel’s voice. His tone and drawl mixed with Gabriel’s sweetness were like a lullaby sinking you slowly to the ground.

Right about now, you’d say the wrong ground got a hold of you.

Grunting, you stick a scoop shovel under the pile of shit in the corner of the stall.

It was gunky and rancid. For such a tiny area, there was so much of it piled high. You mourned the complete loss of your trusty shoes as you practically slid over it to gather up more.

“You know, cow manure is actually something that we farmers just can’t get enough of,” Gabriel stands by what you deemed the shit-truck. “It helps us so much. Keeps those crops coming.”

“So why isn’t said Farmer One and Two shoveling it with me?”

Surprisingly, nothing splashes out with the way you bang your shovel against the truck bedding.

Miguel was off somewhere. Probably thinking you weren’t cut out for this.

“Oh honey, this is looking like the same shit I picked up yesterday morning. This truck hadn’t even hit the road yet. ”

You stick your shovel in the ground and cross your forearms over the handle. Gabriel looks at you apologetically, but the chuckle in him doesn’t stay contained.

Miguel was a jackass.

“The cows don’t even mess up where they sleep this bad no way,” he continued. “I was so busy getting your house ready and fixing up things for the rodeo, I was able to move this out the way for composting.”

There was a rodeo to prepare for and yet Miguel still found time to give useless, stinky, busy work.

Not only was he a jackass, he was a dickhead, too.

You get back to work, choosing to imagine that you were throwing manure across Miguel’s face rather than getting mad at the flies whose home you were destroying.

Gabriel stays. Whether it’s for moral support or to laugh at your agony, you’re not sure, but his commentary cools you down.

As the last school of gunk hits the large pile in the bed, you really think you could muster up enough energy to strangle your boss. You could barely see through to the front of the truck.

“Thank you kindly,” Gabriel taps the bunk. “I don’t really like Miguel’s methods of…”

“Hazing? Torture? Deceit?”

“…testing,” he finishes. “But, if anything, you showed me you’re willing and ready to work. It’s a lot more than this last, what, ten? Twelve or so ‘ranch hands’ have done in the first weeks.”

You relax a bit, “So, I’ve got the job?”

“Had it when you told Miguel off at the paddock.”

He pats your shoulder as he shuffles to the driver’s seat.

“Go rest up. We got a busy day tomorrow and you start to smell like you’re the one that dealt it whenever you deal with manure.”

Grimacing, you nod in agreement. Your blouse would be better off in a garbage chute at this point.

Gabriel hikes himself in the driver’s seat and yells out before he leaves.

“Be out here at 7 AM sharp tomorrow! Don’t be late or it’ll be worse things to do than this. Left you some dinner on the table and some food in the fridge. We’ll handle shopping later.”

The truck moves and you panic, watching the pile fall into itself. Gabriel is driving far too fast.

Once he becomes more of a pebble in the distance and the sun is starting to hide behind he trees, you take a sniff at your clothes and gag.

You’re not sure if the world's strongest detergent and chlorine gas could get the smell out, but you know that from today, you were going to either prove Miguel wrong or die trying not to kill him.

After a shower, a deep cleanse to your scalp, a refresh to your braids, and a face mask, you finally go to the kitchen to see what Gabriel left you.

Thank you for signing up for this job! I know it’s hard labor, but the beauty of the result and the countryside make it all worth it.

I knew you’d make a great addition to The Huntsman Farms from our emails and I was happy to see that my gut was right.

For your hard work:

Fresh hot tamales made by my wife!

There’s a steamer on the stove to heat them up, but in case you’re prone to fires like me, just pop em in the microwave.

Enjoy and see you bright and early tomorrow!

P.S. - There’s some lemonade in the fridge too!

“A wife?”

You were too busy gawking at his face, you didn’t even think to check his hand. Of course, a man like that would be tied down.

Sighing, you open the microwave and start to wrap two tamales in damp paper towels. Your eyes were heavy and you might actually start a fire somehow if you turned the stove on.

While your food heats up, you pour a glass of lemonade and take a sip. It’s not too sweet, not too tart, and probably fresh.

When everything was ready, you sat at the small dining room table and unwrapped the husk.

One bite had you scrunching your face in anger and flipping Gabriel’s letter, searching for a description.

Fragrant tomatillo and green peppers, chicken bursting with flavor, and it was only just one bite.

You think there was another with pork and red sauce calling your name.

“She can cook and she has a great man, how lucky.”

You catch some scribbles on the back of the notebook paper and you straighten it out.

Smiling at her princess greeting for you and her best attempt at spelling your name, you read her words.

Welcome to the farm! I hope we can play together soon!

And I’ll teach you how to ride a horse! You can ride my horse! Her name is Flora! Like the fairy!

And I like your hair! It’s so pretty!

♡ Gabriella ♡

You pout your lip taking in her sweet message. Such a darling came from Miguel, a complete menace.

A tall, dark, and handsome one, sure. And strong. Hefty. It all falls through once your brain registers his words and not his drawl. He’s rude as all get out with the attitude of a donkey.

Despite that, as the night winds down and your head hits the pillow you wondered if you had made the right choice.

It was hot. It was stressful. It was far away from most things.

But, your thoughts kept running back to the little girl with wild hair and adorable smile.

For her, you think you’ll stay a while.

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