#because lets be real this will not be a 2 way conversation it will be a trash fire of me going on tangents about it

[vampiricstoryteller]

All Of Your Love

Hey yall, im back with part two of my first Richette fan fic. Here’s a morning after story for yall featuring some important conversations, smut and a guest appearance from Edouard. I hope you all enjoy!

Two things: 1. I know nothing about traveling on boats, so this will not be super accurate in terms of supplies and 2. I like the idea of Richter and Annette using their magic for domestic stuff

Part one is here and this story can be read on A03 here

All mistakes are my own

Warnings: smut, swearing

Richter dreams of Annette.

Even though his subconscious can feel his hands gripping her waist and the soft puff of air she lets out with every breath while she sleeps. He knows she’s in his arms, finally.

But still, he dreams of her.

They’re always pressed close together, swaying to music he either can’t hear or his mind can’t be bothered to create. Annette’s in a pretty lavender dress that bunches at her torso and flows down to her knees. She’s barefoot and so is he, their toes digging into sand though Richter never spots an ocean.

He says something to her, it doesn’t really matter what because her reaction is the same every time. She throws her head back and laughs, happily, beautifully, heartedly; Richter theorizes that in his dreams she’s always laughing because that’s his favorite way to see her.

Happy.

Content.

Being made to laugh by him.

She has begun to occupy his every waking thought, so he isn’t particularly surprised when she starts showing up in his dreams as well. He’s been having the same one, with only slight variations for a while now. And he’s not upset about it in the slightest.

He’s pulled from his latest one by the real Annette shifting closer to him. Richter blinks himself awake slowly, his senses coming in one at a time. And the first thing he sees, is her.

She is the most beautiful woman he’s ever had the privilege of looking at. There was no Queen, Princess, Aristocrat or socialite that came close to the goddess like beauty that radiated from Annette.

If Richter could, he would spend all his time simply staring at her. He’s already committed every detail of her face to his memory and when she cuddles closer to him, her bare breasts pressing to his chest; Richter bites back a groan as the previous nights activities come rushing back to him and his brain wants to commit that to his memory as well.

It��d been his name that Annette whimpered, moaned and screamed out. It was his shoulders and back that she scratched each time he plunged deep inside of her. It’d been his cock that she’d taken so well in her tight, warm—

Richter grunts when all of his blood begins rushing south. He tries to adjust himself, scoot back from her just a tiny bit but Annette snuffles in her sleep and refuses to let him, her lips brushing across his pec and making him shiver. He looks down at her, smiling fondly at the fact that during their sleep the two of them became truly entangled with each other. Their legs are wound together at the calf while his right thigh has nudged its way between hers. Shes no longer clutching at his neck but has instead crooked her arm over his side, her hand splayed in the middle of his back.

Slowly Richter traces his fingers along her skin, she’s soft everywhere he touches. His fingers able to grip, knead and tug at any part of her body; he loves it. He never wants to not be touching her in some capacity again.

Her deep brown skin contrasting with his pale body is now the only thing he ever wants to see and also the sexist one Richter’s ever been blessed to see. He’s very much hoping to see as much of her skin mixing with his as possible between now and when they finally make it to Haiti.

Richter squeezes her hip, his hand trailing a new path to her back. He’d kept her on it for the entirety of their love making last night, not on purpose but he’d been determined to watch her face crumple in pleasure and he craved being able to watch her cum.

Now as his hand smoothes from her lower back up, his fingers meet knotted skin and Richter freezes. It never left his mind that not too long ago, the beautiful woman in his arms had been a slave. She’d been taken from her home, brutalized, dehumanized and almost killed. Of course she would have scars from that time in her life, but for some reason Richter hadn’t thought about how he’d feel when his hands came across them.

He’ll never understand how anyone, especially his fellow pale skins, can hate someone for having dark skin. It doesn’t make sense to him and he will never try to make it make sense.

Richter knows that he can’t even begin to imagine the horrors Annette had to go through to get where she is now. She’s one of the strongest people he’s ever known and probably will ever know, but it’s the things she had to endure to get here that truly worry him.

He’s seen the vile things men do to those they deem beneath them. And he knows that more often than not Annette had been on the receiving end of that violence, but Richter will die before he lets anyone ever lay a hand on her again.

He will kill anyone who even looks at her the wrong way.

She deserves at the very least that much.

“You’re think way too hard.”

Richter blinks, his chin tilting down and he meets Annette’s sleepy gaze. She pulls her hand from his back and places it on his chest, her brows knitting together as she studied his face.

“It’s alright,” she says gently, knowingly. “They don’t hurt anymore, not really.”

Richter bites the inside of his cheek to contain his anger. Shaking his head, he tucks his chin and gently kisses her forehead; letting his lips linger on the skin as he tries to say evenly,

“They shouldn’t have happened in the first place.” His fingers dig into her lower back, just below where the first of what he can guess is many scars starts. “You’re a human being and it fucking infuriates me that people want to hurt you just because of your skin.”

Annette seems momentarily surprised by his words, but she pats his chest in comfort.

“Richter, breathe.”

His nostrils whistle when he excessively pulls in a large amount of air and the tension breaks as Annette dissolves into giggles.

“You’re so dumb.” She snickers, reaching up and tapping the tip of his nose with her finger.

He grins at her, “anything to make you smile.”

Annette rolls her eyes, and Richter knows she thinks he’s joking so he kisses fully on the lips. It startles a surprised sound from her and he slips his tongue inside her mouth immediately, it’s been less than six hours since last he tasted her tongue but Richter knows he can’t go that long without it again.

She pulls back first, the ghost of a laugh on her breath and Richter would chase after her if not for her hands on his chest. She doesn’t even need to apply pressure, he settles back into the pillow their sharing, watching her face as she glances up towards the tiny window on the other side of the room.

“The sun will be up soon, we cannot stay down here all day.” She says, her fingers tapping a contemplative rhythm on his skin. Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth as she stares at the slowly lightening sky.

Richter waits patiently, letting her build up to saying out loud whatever is on her mind. He doesn’t have to wait long because she dismisses whatever she’s thinking about, smiles at him, pats his chest and says,

“Come on. We should wash up, get on some fresh clothes.”

Richter groans, “I’d rather stay here until Edouard comes for us.”

Annette laughs, “let’s not make him go out of his way, besides the sooner we start the day the sooner it will be over and we’ll be back here.”

She kisses him softly then pulls away and sits up.

Richter misses her warmth already and is pretty sure that Annette shivers too as she leans over and gathers their supposed sleeping clothes from the night before.

“I think I saw a basin earlier,” she murmurs, more to herself than him but Richter nods anyways.

He pulls his pants on easily, tying the string that holds them on his hips and watching as Annette quickly pulls her top on and then steps into her skirt.

“I’ll be right back,” she says tilting her head as she surveys him for a moment. “And I’ll bring more aloe; you’re still too warm.”

Richter looks down at himself, he is warm but not so much that he thinks it’ll be a problem much longer. But before he can lift his head and tell her just the basin is fine, Annette is pulling open the door and stepping out.

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Annette finds that she’s in luck, there are two basins tucked away with some of the other supplies. She holds them under her arm as she travels on the tips of her toes towards Edouard’s room.

She only has to knock twice, she’s seen the hints that in his new form her friend does not require much sleep. He opens the door, his eyes teasing as he lets her in and Annette can’t help but suck her teeth as she passes him.

“Don’t start.”

“Not even good morning?” He chuckles, shutting the door behind her. “Did you have a good night? It would seem so….”

He grins at her as he moves back to his bed, thats still perfectly made, and taps her hip on the way.

Annette looks down, her hem is turned up on itself a bit and there on the skin that stretches across her hip bone are the beginnings of two finger shaped bruises.

She jolts, almost as if she’s been physically shaken; nearly dropping the basins as she yanks the hem to its correct place and effectively covers the evidence of Richter’s passion.

“Shut up,” she huffs, trying to ignore the heat in her cheeks.

Edouard waves a hand, his shoulders still shaking slightly in jest but he says. “I saved some aloe for you, I knew you’d need it.”

But Annette stays where she is, fingers still pressing against her hip. Her friend looks at her curiously, turning his body towards her.

“He says he loves me.”

The silence stretches in Edouard’s cabin for longer than she thought it would and Annette looks up to meet his gaze.

“Did you not already know that?” He asks, genuinely confused.

Her face heats up all over again and Annette sighs in exasperation, “I just didn’t…..I don’t…..it’s irrational to just assume that—.”

“It’s irrational to assume that someone like him would love someone like you?” Edouard asks, a tinge of sadness in his tone.

She bites her lip to keep from confirming that’s exactly what she wants to say. It is irrational and improbable and just plain dangerous for Richter to so freely admit his love for her.

But then again, nothing about the time she has spent hunting vampires has been exactly safe and sane.

“I think, with how far we’ve come, we’re not going to be able to assume that even our personal relationships will be safe in the standard of logic.” Edouard says thoughtfully, getting to his feet and making his way over to the one bag of things he’d brought with him.

As he rummages through his things, he adds remorsefully, “Be thankful he is here to shoulder the weight with you, you are not alone.”

Annette crossed the small cabin, her hand coming to rest over his shoulder. “You aren’t either, Edouard. I’m here with you.”

He nods, finding the small container he was searching for and stands to his full height slowly.

“You are a good friend, Annette.” He says as he turns to her and her hand drops from his shoulder. He presses the aloe into her hand and pats the back gently, “you deserve to be happy, don’t push Richter away.”

She snorts, rolling her eyes. “I doubt he would let me at this point.”

Edouard smiles happily. “Good, anything else on your mind?”

He means it as a parting but Annette glances down again and chews her lip.

“One thing,” she mumbles and Edouard pauses, watching her.

“I…..let him….finish inside of me, I wasn’t thinking and shouldn’t have—.”

One of Edouard’s dark claws hands comes up between them, laughter bubbling up from his mouth. “I’m sure there’s some ingredients around here to make a tonic. I will check.”

“I can do it later today,” Annette tries to protest but he simply shakes his head and begins to guide her to the door.

“It will give me purpose for the day, besides I’m sure the crew would rather work with a human than a night creature.”

He opens the door for her, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly. “The whole ship will be awake soon, go have a few more moments of peace with him. You both deserve it.”

Annette drops her shoulders in a dramatic sigh, but a smile tugs her lips up into a smile.

“Thank you Edouard, really.”

“We’re in this together Annette,” he tells her sincerely before another grin breaks out on his face and he teases, “let’s just keep babies out of the mix for a few years at least, please.”

He laughs at her squawk of surprise and quickly steps back inside to shut the door before she can turn to yell at him.

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Richter’s not proud to admit it, but he spends most of his time waiting for Annette to return in a panic.

Had he said something wrong?

Was bringing up her scars from enslavement an over step?

Did she regret the previous night with him and didn’t know how to tell him?

She’d been thinking about something so intently for a split second, the crease in her brow replays over and over in his mind as he spirals into a list of reasons Annette could decide that whatever this was between them could only be through the lens of friendship.

He’s just about to get up and go find her, when the door to their room opens again and Annette slips back inside. She’s carrying two empty basins and a small container that assumes more aloe for him.

“Hey,” she says closing the door softly and clicking the lock.

Richter stands, meeting her halfway and gently takes the basins from her hands. He places them on the nearest surface and then scoops Annette up into a hug.

“Richter? What is—.”

“I’m sorry if I’ve said or done something to upset you Annette.” He says squeezing her tightly when she doesn’t immediately hug him back.

“Richter, how could you poss—.”

“It’s not my place to bring up your scars or your enslavement and I should never put my anger about them above yours.” He says quietly. “I just don’t want you to ever feel like I don’t care about you.”

“My world Richter, stop talking!” Annette laughs, leaning back hard in his arms so that they can look at each other fully.

There’s amusement on her face as she smirks up at him.

“You really do think way too hard about everything.” She teases, her hands smoothing up and down his arms. “I’m not upset with you Richter. There’s nothing to be upset about.”

He blinks, digging his fingers into her lower back.

“You’re sure?”

She nods, pushing up onto her tiptoes and pecking at his lips that’s worried swollen by chewing on with his teeth.

“I am, come let’s sit.”

She snags the supplies she’d brought back on the way as she follows him back over to the bed they shared, both of them sitting crossed legged with their knees pressed together.

Annette smiles at him as she separates the basins and motions toward them and him.

“Some ice, if you please.”

Richter blinks, looking down and laughing when he realizes what her plan is. He smirks smugly, sticking both hands into the mini tubs and letting his magic flow through him enough so that he can pile two moderate mountains of ice into them.

Annette nods approvingly when he pulls back, closing her eyes she holds up two fingers brings them to her lips for a kiss and then gently taps the top of both mountains.

The ice melts, sloshing into water almost instantly and Richter feels pride spread through his chest at how well they’re able to work together. When he looks up, meeting her eyes he’s pleased that she seems just as happy at the small task they’ve accomplished.

Annette produces two square cloths the drawer of the bedside table and hands one to him.

“You remembered to bring clothes with you, right?” She asks playfully as she dips her cloth into the water in the basin closest to the edge of the bed.

Richter rolls his eyes, “I’ve got two whole sets with me, I’ll have you know.”

Annette laughs, wringing out the cloth and beginning to wipe down her dark slender arms. Richter chooses to start with his chest, the coldness of the water clearing his head of any lingering panic and fuzzy doubt.

She was here, with him. Washing up as if it was something they did together every day. He had no reason to ever worry or doubt her.

“I wasn’t mad this morning,” Annette says suddenly. “I just needed to make sure some things got taken care of.”

He raises his eyebrows curiously, he watches as she chews on her bottom lip and a blush stains at her bronze cheeks.

“We have to be more careful.” She murmurs. “Now isn’t the time to be adding a child into our situation, we’re running straight into war.”

Oh….Oh

Heat curls around his ears and Richter chokes a bit.

“You’re right Annette, I’m sorry, I hadn’t even considered those consequences.” He blows out a breath. “I shouldn’t have been so reckless, I mean I didn’t even ask if it was alright if I—“

Annette’s hand reaches out towards him, her fingers pressing into his lips and jumbling the his words.

“I wouldn’t change anything about last night Richter.” She says firmly. “It was perfect, and Edouard will help me make a tonic to take this time.”

He kisses the tips of her fingers, which are cold from squeezing her cloth free of extra water, and pulls them away from his mouth.

“You’re sure you’re alright?” He asks.

“Yes, my love. Im certain.”

She pulls out of his grip gently, returning her hands to the cloth she’d abandoned in the water. Richter drags his own under his arms a few times and didn’t his sides, shivering when the scratches left by Annette burn in the chilly air.

He ignores the sting in favor of watching her as she leans back a bit, dabbing at water droplets that escaped her cloth and race down her stomach. She glances up at him, surprised to see him staring at her and asks,

“Are you alright?”

Richter’s mouth runs dry a bit, remembering the way his hands swallowed her waist completely last night. He shifts a bit where he sits, nodding his head as he stammers out,

“Y-Yeah, I’m good. Happy that we have this moment before the day starts.”

Annette looks to the window again, there’s a fair bit of pink in the sky but only the beginning rays of sun are breaking the ocean line. The first barely tipping the bottom seal of their window pane.

She straightens back upright, purposely extending her spine and neck so that a bit of the light can shine on her forehead and eyes. Richter watches her, once again stunned by how beautiful she is and the fact that he’s been granted permission to see her in these private moments.

Annette blinks her eyes open to say something but the urge to kiss her fills Richter’s senses entirely. And he’s not one to ever ignore the things he wants.

“Richter?” She tilts her head curiously as he lifts both basins and steadily transfers them to the ground.

Then he leans forward, balancing on his right hand and uses the other to grab her by the neck and pull her into a kiss.

Annette squeaks, her hands scrambling to hold onto his shoulders as they both rush to thrust their tongues together. Richter unfolds his legs, straightening them on either side of her and in order to not break the kiss she comes up onto her knees.

Richter smiles into their kiss, tugging her with him as he leans backwards, his hand tightening ever so slightly around the delicate slope of her neck to guide her on top of him.

“Richter..” she sighs, her legs straddling his hips. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

“Don’t worry,” he bites her bottom lip and tugs on it. “I just want to help you clean up a bit.”

He smirks up at her grunt of confusion. Richter grips her waist with both hands, groaning lowly when he lifts her easily. Holding her steady, Richter shuffles down along the bed and promptly settles Annette on his chest.

Her eyes widen, objections rising in her throat he’s certain but Richter bunches her shirt up and digs the fingers of his right hand into the top of her thick thigh.

“Trust me, Annette, please?”

She licks her lips, nodding and slowly her fingers take hold of her skirt; bunching it up to her belly button.

“I trust you.” She whispers, letting him guide her forward even more until her knees come to rest between his shoulders and the pillow beneath his head.

Richter takes a deep breath, inhaling the musk that is Annette; earthy and sweet at the same time. He doesn’t think he’ll ever smell anything better so long as he lives.

Richter drops his gaze from hers, groaning at the spots along her inner thighs of his dried seed that decorate the tantalizingly dark skin. Her short curls are damp still, lips hidden by them already starting to become slick.

“Thank you baby,” Richter murmurs, licking his lips. “Hold on to me..”

He finally manages to pull her completely above him, lowering her pussy to her mouth and pointing his tongue to part her.

“Shit! Richter!” Annette hisses far above him, her thighs muffling all sound from him.

The taste of her spreads all over his tongue like honey, sticky sweet and painting his lips; Richter buries his face even more. His nose bumps along her clit each time he flattens him tongue to stroke the length of her and he moans when Annette’s hips rock forward to chase the sensations.

Her hand not wrinkling her skirt fists in Richter’s hair painfully but the feeling only eggs him on more. He laps at her rhythmically, faintly he’s sure that not only is it Annette’s essence that gushed onto his tongue but remnants of himself from the night before too.

Sharp spikes of pleasure tingle their way down Richter’s back, making him flex his hips; his hand on her thigh sliding up and around to grip the meatiest part of her ass help her hump into his mouth.

Annette yelps, her head falling back as she fights to keep her moans and whimpers quiet. He works at her until her thighs are shuddering on either side of his ears and he knows she’s nearly there.

Blindly, Richter throws one arm over the side of the bed, searching for one of the cloths they’d been using. He wrings it mostly free of water before wrapping his arm around her thigh and wiping at the stains from last night.

It takes a few attempts but soon for every stroke of his tongue between her folds, a bit more of her inner thigh is scrubbed clean. He keeps his pace steady even as the hand on her ass rounds under and his middle finger pushes up into her.

Annette released her skirt, blocking Richter’s view of her as the fabric flutters down onto the half of his face not buried in her pussy. Judging by her muffled moans, he’s sure she’s stuck her fingers into her mouth and bitten down.

In the back of his mind, Richter wishes he hand more hands.

He stuffs a second finger inside of her, curling them together in a sequence with his tongue that sends Annette into overdrive. Her fingers leave his hair, tugging her skirt up all the way over her head and when they meet eyes again, Richter moans at the lust and love that seeps out of her.

She’s chanting his name again, much in the same fashion as she had last night. Her brow crinkled in unbridled pleasure that matched the jerk of her hips into his mouth and Richter knows she’s close.

“Richter, fuck—fuck—I’m going to—“

Her voice is strained, hissing at him as she struggles to get words out; Richter twists his fingers inside her just to hear her choke on moan. She clenches at the digits, squeezing them with her velvet heat and Richter sucks her clit between his teeth, pinching just hard enough that Annette’s body snaps and her back bows forward.

Her whine is perfect, ringing in his ears while her thighs squeeze his head and her cunt tightens to the point Richter thinks she might take his fingers from him.

He growls, suckling her clit and helping her ride through the aftershocks, tossing the cloth somewhere off to the side so he can hold her with both hands.

Soon her body jerks and shes pushing at his head, trying to move her hips back from the onslaught of pleasure his mouth has provided her.

Richter lifts her again, shifting her down into his lower stomach. Annette falls forward, laying on his chest to kiss him deeply; her tongue curious to taste herself.

Richter holds her by the back of her neck, his fingers massaging at the tendons.

“I love you, Richter.” Annette murmurs into his mouth.

He smiles, a blush spreading on his chest but happiness roaring in his ears.

“I love you too Annette.” He nips her bottom lip playfully. “Forever.”

She smiles, sighing contently and hiding her face in the crook of his neck.

Above them, there are several thuds of boots walking across the deck; their alone time is up for now. Annette pats his chest comfortingly and slowly begins to pull away from him, kissing him one last time before she shakily gets to her feet and starts to get ready for the day.

Richter followers after her, content to spend the rest of his life trailing after the beautiful dark skinned woman that has invaded his every way of life.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

The End

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[leovenuslatina]

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!!THIS READING IS 18+ MDNI!!

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what makes your FS feel desired?

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ౨ৎ₊this is just a reminder that tarot isn’t permanent or set in stone YOU decide how your life goes no one or nothing else now take a deep breath and choose the pile that calls to you ₊˚⊹ ᰔ౨ৎ₊˚⊹

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PILE 1 -

King of Pentacles & The Magician

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Your FS like to feel confident pile 1. he likes when stroke his ego make him feel good and you build him up i mean of course everyone does but he mainly likes it when you do it. it means the most to him when you do it especially when you two are making love and you whisper all things he’s doing makes you feel good he’s obsessed with that. Outside of the bedroom your FS likes knowing that you depend upon him that anytime you need him or anything that you come to him. he likes when you make him feel like a “real man” you know chopping wood lifting heavy shit and stuff like that. your FS is OBSESSED with making you feel safe protected and comfortable. whether it’s when some creep is hitting on you and making you feel uncomfortable or his just hold you in his arms. he likes knowing that you trust him completely with everything: soul and mind but especially body. Your FS does put a lot of his identity in what he does and his job so he maybe like really important where he works or in his field. he has a lot of respect which indirectly helps his confidence especially with you he likes to buy you nice things and taking you on trips and luxurious experiences. Lastly your FS LOVES ! communication and hearing words of affirmation from you it does wayyyyy more than you think it does.

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PILE 2 -

Two of Wands & Six of Pentacles

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Immediately pile 2 your FS means business! they love to get shit done they have a long list of goals and they intend to achieve everything on that list and they don’t let anything or anyone stop them. that makes them feel really desired and important and impressive. they like when you challenge them i’m getting that the chase is like a good motivation for them. in the weirdest way what makes them feel wanted is when you act like you don’t want them 🤭. when you tease them and act like a brat for lack of a better word. your FS def wants what they can’t have and when you tell them not right now or no he LOVES IT ! (side note lol): i was having a conversation with my man the other day and i asked him why he kept pursuing me even when i acted like i didn’t want him he said because he was so used to girls throwing themselves at him that when i didn’t he was intrigued and when he got me he felt accomplished. Your FS is the SAME way he’s probably like handsome or really charismatic and when you don’t immediately want him he’s obviously obsessed with you !honestly just being in a relationship with you makes him feel the most desirable. because he views you as the highest prize he could ever win. he sees you as a goal he wants to achieve (not in a bad way!!) he just knows he has to work his hardest to get you and make you happy and keep you happy and that makes him feel really good about himself. he feels like he won at life just because he’s with you 🥰. because they are very goal oriented they LOVE when you give them tasks to do for you like helping you move or helping you with some car troubles. they are a HUGE acts of service kinda guy and he’s the type to do stuff for you before you even asking like filling up your water bottle or washing your car for you or just anything to make your life easier. it’s the same thing in the bedroom. he likes when you tell him what you like and what to do and when he does that and makes you pleased he’s extremely happy with himself.

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PILE 3 -

Knight of Pentacles & Six of Cups

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Your FS prides himself on being who you lean on. He’s ambitious and he’s a GOOD man savanna!!! he’s loyal and faithful if you care about that stuff he is a religious man (only of that applies). What makes your FS feel desirable is knowing that you see him and that you know all he does. he’s the type of guy that doesn’t brag he’s not boastful about all he does. he’s very humble. he’s not in it for any type of praise or recognition. but you truly see him and you’re thankful and appreciative of everything he does for you and that makes him happy literally he’s a simple kinda man it really doesn’t take much to make him happy or feel. your FS is an extremely patient and supportive man he’ll do anything for you even if you have trauma or past experiences that cause you anxiety he’ll be right by your side. this FS is the perfect person for someone who needs a lot of patience and attention and love. he’s very caring and soft and loving. and the look on your face when he hold you or when he sees you happy that is the ultimate compliment to him. like all he wants to do is be a good MAN for you !

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[otaku553]

Ok so I have been stewing this crossover au in my brain nonstop for the past few days and. I am nothing if not committed to the bit, so. Volume cover redraws :)

Here are the originals:

If you want to read more about my one piece spy x family crossover, keep reading!

So the idea is simple! Crossover reincarnation au where ASL is reborn in Spy x Family. They’re each born separately and none of them are born with the same names as their previous lives, and with no way of finding each other, they each find their own thing to do in the world.

Sabo, too used to the dangers of being a spy, eventually finds a cause to devote himself to again, in preventing war from engulfing the country he was reborn in. Ace, drawn to fire as he was in his previous life, used arson as a means to rob rich people for sustenance and survival, and is eventually scouted and hired by Garden as a fire specialist and assassin. And Luffy, though born in perhaps the poorest condition, grows up happily and takes whatever part time jobs he wants to do.

The thing about Sabo is that, as much as he seems like a young man of good repute and high standing within society, everyone in WISE knows that he is a massive nuisance. Nobody knew in the beginning how a child less than half the age of most of their veteran agents could have the same skills and knowledge in their profession. Sabo was— and still is— hyper competent, and by the time WISE figured out just how much of a menace to society he was, it was too late.

Ace forgot for the first few years of his new life that he wasn’t made of fire, and consequently, received multiple accidental burns. This did not deter him, however, from growing up to be a very skilled arsonist, well-practiced in every which way to start a dumpster fire or house fire. As a teenage he would use this often to draw attention as he robbed rich people blind. When he was caught, he was given an ultimatum by Garden: join them and receive payment for starting fires and causing problems under contract, or face the government and authorities for his crimes. Begrudgingly, he joined Garden, but eventually comes to appreciate that he can make substantial money in his element.

Luffy is Luffy. No telepathy or experimentation, no fancy schools, no gimmicks or secret identities. But he has still lived an extremely colorful life in this world, full of fascinating and kind individuals who have helped him grow up healthy and relatively happy. He goes where he is free, and he takes whatever part time jobs he wants in order to make the minimum he needs to survive.

Ace and Sabo find each other first, in their late teens, and neither of them realize that the other remembers their previous life, but both refuse to separate. (Sabo thinks Ace doesn’t remember, because Ace didn’t recognize him. Ace never saw Sabo grow up past 10, however, so he doesn’t recognize older Sabo immediately. By the time he does realize who exactly Sabo is, Sabo has backtracked and pretends to know Ace from a dream, or from somewhere else.)

Sabo’s attachment to Ace, predictably, causes problems between Sabo and WISE, but by then, Sabo is indispensable to the organization, and they make an exception for Sabo to be able to remain with Ace, so long as Ace never finds out what Sabo’s actual job is. Ace, on the other hand, hides his job because he doesn’t want his brother, who he has just found and who does not know Ace well enough yet, to know that he makes a living from killing people.

And they find Luffy sometime afterwards, prior to the beginning of the Spy x Family canon. Luffy figures out, not long after moving in with his brothers, both of his brothers’ secret occupations and the fact that both of them remember their past memories. He thinks it is common knowledge, however, and so he never brings it up.

[flashhwing]

I’m here to say that you may absolutely express negativity about veilguard to me as long as it’s not stupid. hate on it for real reasons, of which there are plenty, most of which I’m ignoring because of the hype but would be glad to discuss in a civilized manner. no forced positivity in this zone this is a safe space. unless your criticism is dumb as fuck then I will point and laugh

[fruitpunchjollyrancher]

caught myself thinking today that BOTH harrier dubois and kim kitsuragi are just like me fr and i think i have hit a new level of mental illness. my horrific floral button up is going to start talking to me any minute now. if i buy 5 more notebooks in the coming weeks then the situation has become dire

[girlcrushau]

[pynkhues]

"I honestly think both in terms of fic for the show itself and for RPF, it's about race"

Ah, I wasn't expecting this, which as a brown woman is incredibly naive of me.

There's currently discourse on X about Louis being the most "boring" character which is also, undoubtedly, driven by racism.

(x)

Oh, I'm really sorry, anon, and you shouldn't feel naive. I mean, for starters, I could be wrong, and I'm being pretty speculative, but even if I'm right, the onerous of that isn't, or at least shouldn't be, on you. I think there's a lot of really great progressive things that happen in fandom, but at the same time fandom is created by People Living in Societies, and unfortunately biases and discrimination, at least in my experience, can and do seep through in ways that are both toxic and just flat out negligent.

The idea of Louis being boring is absolutely an insane and racist rhetoric too. He is so wildly interesting as a character, with so many layers of storytelling and nuance and contradiction, which I adore in him, and it makes me wonder if the people who find him boring are the same ones who want to make him the audience insert (insane given Daniel is literally right there) or to project all this 'battered housewife' narrative onto him, which - - look.

I've tried to shrug this off, but I literally just spent the entire day at a symposium on how the Australian government child support system is weaponised by abusive men against women post-divorce, so I'm a bit of a raw nerve about this topic, but it's made me even more pissed off at the Louis-Housewife arguments than normal.

Not only is it diminishing and completely at odds with his character, but what a way to show you've never, ever engaged with real survivors of, or conversations with, patriarchal oppression.

[void-tiger]

I have a plan. Trusted people say it’s a good plan. I do not know if I have the courage to do said plan.

[truecorvid]

my grandma is kind of an unpleasant woman and has become more unpleasant in her old age but i also think that all of her children are like. regularly a little mean to her and kind of hate her. which is also not fun.

[s-soulwriter]

Things Real People Do in Dialogue (For Your Next Story)

Okay, let’s be real—dialogue can make or break a scene. You want your characters to sound natural, like actual humans talking, not robots reading a script. So, how do you write dialogue that feels real without it turning into a mess of awkward pauses and “ums”? Here’s a little cheat sheet of what real people actually do when they talk (and you can totally steal these for your next story):

1. People Interrupt Each Other All the Time In real conversations, nobody waits for the perfect moment to speak. We interrupt, cut each other off, and finish each other's sentences. Throw in some overlaps or interruptions in your dialogue to make it feel more dynamic and less like a rehearsed play.

2. They Don’t Always Say What They Mean Real people are masters of dodging. They’ll say one thing but mean something totally different (hello, passive-aggressive banter). Or they’ll just avoid the question entirely. Let your characters be vague, sarcastic, or just plain evasive sometimes—it makes their conversations feel more layered.

3. People Trail Off... We don’t always finish our sentences. Sometimes we just... stop talking because we assume the other person gets what we’re trying to say. Use that in your dialogue! Let a sentence trail off into nothing. It adds realism and shows the comfort (or awkwardness) between characters.

4. Repeating Words Is Normal In real life, people repeat words when they’re excited, nervous, or trying to make a point. It’s not a sign of bad writing—it’s how we talk. Let your characters get a little repetitive now and then. It adds a rhythm to their speech that feels more genuine.

5. Fillers Are Your Friends People say "um," "uh," "like," "you know," all the time. Not every character needs to sound polished or poetic. Sprinkle in some filler words where it makes sense, especially if the character is nervous or thinking on their feet.

6. Not Everyone Speaks in Complete Sentences Sometimes, people just throw out fragments instead of complete sentences, especially when emotions are high. Short, choppy dialogue can convey tension or excitement. Instead of saying “I really think we need to talk about this,” try “We need to talk. Now.”

7. Body Language Is Part of the Conversation Real people don’t just communicate with words; they use facial expressions, gestures, and body language. When your characters are talking, think about what they’re doing—are they fidgeting? Smiling? Crossing their arms? Those little actions can add a lot of subtext to the dialogue without needing extra words.

8. Awkward Silences Are Golden People don’t talk non-stop. Sometimes, they stop mid-conversation to think, or because things just got weird. Don’t be afraid to add a beat of awkward silence, a long pause, or a meaningful look between characters. It can say more than words.

9. People Talk Over Themselves When They're Nervous When we’re anxious, we tend to talk too fast, go back to rephrase what we just said, or add unnecessary details. If your character’s nervous, let them ramble a bit or correct themselves. It’s a great way to show their internal state through dialogue.

10. Inside Jokes and Shared History Real people have history. Sometimes they reference something that happened off-page, or they share an inside joke only they get. This makes your dialogue feel lived-in and shows that your characters have a life beyond the scene. Throw in a callback to something earlier, or a joke only two characters understand.

11. No One Explains Everything People leave stuff out. We assume the person we’re talking to knows what we’re talking about, so we skip over background details. Instead of having your character explain everything for the reader’s benefit, let some things go unsaid. It’ll feel more natural—and trust your reader to keep up!

12. Characters Have Different Voices Real people don’t all talk the same way. Your characters shouldn’t either! Pay attention to their unique quirks—does one character use slang? Does another speak more formally? Maybe someone’s always cutting people off while another is super polite. Give them different voices and patterns of speech so their dialogue feels authentic to them.

13. People Change the Subject In real life, conversations don’t always stay on track. People get sidetracked, jump to random topics, or avoid certain subjects altogether. If your characters are uncomfortable or trying to dodge a question, let them awkwardly change the subject or ramble to fill the space.

14. Reactions Aren’t Always Immediate People don’t always respond right away. They pause, they think, they hesitate. Sometimes they don’t know what to say, and that delay can speak volumes. Give your characters a moment to process before they respond—it’ll make the conversation feel more natural.

Important note: Please don’t use all of these tips in one dialogue at once.

[classyrbf]

PART 2 OF PRISONER!GETO

prisoner!geto who can’t stop thinking about late at night, getting so worked up and horny, the most horny he’s been in a while. He’s pulling his pants down, closing his eyes while he pictures the way your scrubs clung to your body and showed off your ass. He thanks god he doesn’t have a bunkie or else he’d be in a real awkward position. He purposely gets into another fight a week later, the wound on his lip opening back up. He’s smiling to himself as he gets walked to the infirmary knowing he’ll see you there.

“Not you again,” you sigh.

“Told you I’d see you soon, doctor.” He sits on the small bed, watching as you put on gloves and examine his busted lip. He can tell you’re avoiding eye contact with him, trying your hardest to ignore his stares and slight touches. “Have you thought about my offer yet?” He asks.

You gulp, blinking as you rub the ointment over his wound. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You play stupid, but you remember your last conversation so clearly. It makes you nervous. All he does is laugh.

“Come on. I’ll even beg.” He grabs your wrist, slowing pulling it down, a smug smirk on his handsome face. “You telling me you haven’t thought about it once since we last seen each other?” He whispers. He parts his legs, pulling you in between them. And god, you smell so good. So sweet. He could just eat you up right here.

You stand there, unable to form words because as much as you want to say no, you want to say yes. He makes your heart race and your pussy wet. What a sly bastard. With his stupid tattoos, muscles, hair and chiseled face. You hate how much effect he has on you.

“Listen,” he rubs a hand down your waist, “meet me in the supply closet by the showers during lunchtime if you’re really down.” He flashed a smile before standing to his feet and walking out the infirmary. “Bye, bye, doctor.”

Come lunchtime, you walked through the halls of the prison, mentally cursing at yourself. It’s just one time, one time. You bet he won’t even be there, that he’s just playing a stupid joke cause he’s bored with himself. And as you reach out to open the supply door, your heart beats against your ribcage, looking around to find the halls empty. You step in, seeing him leaning against the wall, the faint rays of light allowing you to make out some of his features. “Well, look who it is,” he chuckles. “Came here to help me out, doc?” He walks over to you, trapping you between him and the door.

“Shut up already and let’s get it over with.” You smash your lips on his, kissing him with such urgency and fervor. His large hands grab at your ass, squeezing and groping it as he pushes you against the wall, knocking a few things over. You both pull away, breathing heavily, lips swollen. “We gotta be quick,” you whisper, undoing his jumpsuit while he pulls down your pants.

“More eager than I am, huh?” He teases, earning an eye roll from you. “Come here.” He bends you over the small wooden table, snatching your panties off and getting a good feel of your ass. His dick jumps, pre cum already leaking from the swollen tip. He’s already so worked up, so ready to feel your wet and tight cunt. “Fuck,” he grunts, running his head over your sopping slit, nudging your clit slightly. “Already so fucking wet.”

He pushes his throbbing tip past your folds, a small gasp leaving your lips when you feel how thick he is. Inch by inch you feel the stretch, you mouth agape as you try and grow accustomed to his size. Geto’s entire body shivers, his fingers pressing into your skin so hard you’re sure he’d leave marks. “Ohhh shit,” he lets out a shaky breath. God, it’s been so fucking long since he’s had some good pussy and he can already tell he won’t last long. He finally bottoms out, feeling your walls clench around his length, sucking him in. “My god,” he laughs in your ear. “Lemme just enjoy this feeling—fuckkk—for a moment,” he moans, eyes fluttering shut.

He finally starts moving his hips, feeling his tip press against your cervix with each thrust. With each passing second, he gets faster, fucking your harder and rougher, your pussy has got him in a trance. “Pussy feels so fucking good,” he grips your hips, pulling you back towards him so you can meet his thrusts. One of his hands reach around your throat, gripping it just enough as he pulls you back against his broad chest. “Do you fuck all of your patients or am I just special?” He jokes.

“Mmmm…shut—ah—up!” You cry out, whimpering when he presses up against you, finding a new angle that makes your eyes roll back. “Just keep fucking me,”you say with a raspy breath.

“Doctors orders.” He can feel the way your pussy leaks, your juices dripping down his shaft and make his cock ache like never before. It almost hurts. He hold you tighter against him, the sound of skin on skin filling the small room. “You take it so well,” he breathes against your skin, pressing wet kisses to your neck. “So fucking well.” His thrusts grow sloppier, chasing his own orgasm. But in the distance, he hears the guards walking down the hall. “Shh, shh, shh.” His hand covers your mouth, his thrusts becoming slow and deep, letting you feel every inch of his cock, every vein, every pulse before hitting that sweet spot deep inside of you.

Your eyes squeeze shut, trying your hardest to keep quiet, the guard getting closer and closer. Their keys jingle with each step and their voices grow louder. “Atta girl. You feel how fucking deep I am…shiittt. Keep fucking squeezing me like that—yeah, yeah you’re gonna make me fucking cum.” His brows furrow as he bites down as his bottom lip in attempts to contain his moans, but his abs tense up and his entire body shakes before he’s filling you up, stuffing you with his sticky, hot cum. “No, no, don’t you dare move. Just like thattt, oh yes!” His eyes roll back, still cumming. His pushes his cum deeper inside of you, feeling it leak back out before he finally pulls out.

Geto truly wishes he could’ve had more time with you. His mouth drooling over the mere thought of how you taste, wanting to make you cum on his tongue, but for now he’ll have to settle for this. “You came inside me, asshole!” You pull your pants back up, turning to face him.

“Couldn’t let it go to waste.” He reaches out and stroke your cheek. “Right?”

“Whatever.” You swat his hand away. “Where are my underwear?” You look around the dimly lit room before realizing he was holding them.

“I’ll be keeping these for later,” he swung them in your face before stuffing them in his pocket.

“You’re such a pervert.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“You have my cum running down your leg right now.” He places a finger under your chin, tilting it towards him as he leans down and kisses you slowly, his tongue sliding over yours before catching your bottom lip. “Mmm, thank you, doctor.” He smiles before kissing you once more.

You push him off of you, trying to process everything you just did right now. It was so wrong but it felt so right, so good, so intoxicating. “If it makes you feel any better, I get out in six months.”

“No. This was a one time thing.” You place a hand on his chest, shaking your head.

“Was it? Cause I don’t think it was. Not with the way your pussy was squeezing around me. It was almost like she was made for me.” He cups your face, forcing you to look at him. His eyes searches yours, a smile forming at the corner of his lips. “Yeah…it definitely isn’t the last time.”

[yuquinzel]

atsumu who goes above and beyond to impress you, his crush and classmate of four years, in all definitions of “impress.”

honestly how the fuck isn't it obvious to you by now, he might as well be walking around with “i like y/n” tattooed on his forehead.

you mention you like guys that can cook once and holy fuck atsumu who still doesn't know how to use the microwave without quite literally burning the food, who's never chopped onions before without ending up with enough cuts to bandage his whole hand— that atsumu practices for weeks and stays up till 2 am to prepare for the lunch he'll make for himself, because osamu said said no and then because you bring homemade lunch to stay and eat in class with your friends— he'll casually just plop down on the seat next to you, his friends will then very obviously willingly talk loudly about his lunch and he'll just throw in a, “yeah, made it maself, 'm a solid chef, who do ya think taught 'samu?”

okay if that didn't get your attention, no worries, what are his friends there for?

if atsumu gets lucky in a day and catches you chatting away with your friends in the hallway, then he instructs his friends to walk past you, hover in the corner, just within your earshot— “'kay, so when we pass her by, ya gotta speak ma name real loud, loud enough so she can hear it, but don't annoy her”

and so for the time you stand there, trying to hold a conversation with your friends, all your mind can really focus on is the, “atsumu was so fucking good in practice today, if we're gonna win, then it'll be all him”

and then you hear the subject of the conversation speak, “nah, we're a team, every time we win, it's all thanks ta you guys,” because you also mentioned you like modest, humble guys.

god forbid the days you're absent in class.

atsumu who's sulking all day, doesn't know what the fuck is going on in classes, he's half in and half not in every conversation, even his passes are sloppy and weak. to the point osamu and suna are concerned, well, in their own ways, “are ya constipated or something, yer missin’ your spikes and yer passes as clumsy,” osamu says off-handedly.

“i heard y/n didn't come today, i think her friends said she's sick.” suna chips in, and atsumu shrinks in his spot like a grumpy cat.

“i already know that, wouldn't have come today if i knew she wasn't comin’.”

“you'd miss practice then.”

“don't care, don't talk to me, don't wanna do anything, what's the point.”

“down fucking bad,” suna muses, and atsumu glares at him.

atsumu's day is ruined and his disappointment is immeasurable. why did you get sick? how could you get sick? now he's worried and half of himself and his passes are shit and god, he wants to see you. he feels like he could die.

then when you finally show up the next day after what felt like eternity to atsumu, you find on your desk a pile of snacks with a little note— banana milk, everyone knows it's your favourite, the bar of chocolate they only sell down the convenience store near the school, the glazed donuts that you're always eating in class, and a lot of bubblegums that only one person in class knows you like— atsumu's handwriting is rushed and barely comprehensive but you know it by heart because he doesn't know you saw him slip the note you found in your locker this morning, and countless other mornings—

“i hope you smile because of this”

atsumu as a secret admirer is... not so secret because he's still unaware that you see him every morning, and let him giggle to himself as he slips the notes and the strips of bubblegums in your locker— you don't even like that flavor.

but he gave them, so you think they might just be your favourite.

then again, maybe atsumu doesn't want to be a secret admirer.

atsumu has a crush on you and you know that— he's very obvious. but he's also very dense and doesn't realise that everyone besides him can see you like him too. he doesn't know the only reason you bring homemade lunch is because he had started to eat lunch in class with his friends. you stand in the hallways with your friends pretending to talk so that when atsumu's walking past you, his friends will practically yell his name and you'll see him blushing shyly. he still doesn't know you come to his every match, cheering for him and scream with joy at every one of his scores.

atsumu makes it obvious he has a crush on you but is stupidly dense that you reciprocate all the same :'))))

© yuquinzel 2024 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]

POSTING BECAUSE WHY TF NOT HUH HUHHHHHHHHH

@kyoghurts hi bbg

[hugsandchaos]

I’m writing this in the perspective of the citizens of Amity Park, just an fyi

Rules for interacting with Phantom

1. Don’t go looking for him. Phantom knows when someone is looking for him and will avoid you at all costs.

2. It’s suggested to learn a little sign language since Phsntom with randomly switch from English to ghost speak. This change seems uncomfortable in most cases and causes him distress when he can’t communicate what he’s trying to say.

3. If he picks you up or grabs your hand and starts pulling on you, don’t freak out. He’s trying to move you out of harm’s way. Follow him until he lets go.

4. If he approaches you at night and asks if he can stargaze with you, say yes. You won’t be in trouble if you say no, but we’re trying to get him used to humans.

5. If you spot him, don’t go out of your way to approach him. He doesn’t like that. He’ll notice you coming.

6. If you spot him and he’s near something you need, such as the entrance to your workplace or your campfire, simply say hi to him and continue to avoid startling him. He’s been reported to conjure up ice spikes from the ground around him or shoot ectoplasm when he’s startled, so avoid doing so if you can.

7. If you notice the Fentons near where Phantom is, try to redirect them. Phantom is our only real line of defense against other ghosts who want to cause harm.

8. If you hear a loud, haunting wail, don’t worry. That’s possibly Phantom’s most powerful weapon, and it’s highly effective against other ghosts. This is usually taken as a sign that the town is now safe again. Do not approach Phantom after he uses this power unless you want to get punched in the face. This power takes up most of his strength and leaves him vulnerable, which makes him extra cautious and scared of both humans and ghosts. If he’s injured and you want to help, it’s best to go in preparing for retaliation. (Extra warning: Phantom’s saliva contains ectoplasm, which is essentially acid for anything living. Be VERY careful, because he will try to bite as a last resort. Try to make sure he knows you’re there to help before touching him.)

9. If you’re a ghost hunter and you harm Phantom, and you hear a loud groan in the distance that oddly reminds you of a broken grandfather clock, apologize and do what you can to fix your mistake immediately. Phantom isn’t all alone. He has allies, and some of them, you never want to meet.

10. If he approaches you and strikes up conversation, it’s your choice to respond or not.

[disgustingtwitches]

MDNI

Working at a restaurant with 141! (pt.2)

As the weeks went on, Gaz and Soap would constantly try to pull you into the walk-in. But Simon's stare made you stop dead in your tracks every time. You've resorted to going over to their place, it's always a surprise who's gonna end up on top of who. During breaks between rounds, you'll catch up on a show you were all watching or playing video games and eating snacks. It's light, fun, young, energetic.

"The boys keeping you satisfied?"

Price asks during one of your smoke breaks, he's leaning against the railing again. Your eyes dart to the floor, embarrassed.

"I could take proper care of you."

The words drip from his mouth and run up your legs, making you squirm. He chuckles, a deep rumble from his broad chest.

"I'll pick you up 7 tonight."

Flicks the butt of his cigar onto the wet cement before walking back into the kitchen. Your hand shakes as you finish your cigarette.

The outing was nice, he took you out on a real date. You wore a tasteful dress that he was obsessed with the moment he saw you in it.

Made you order something expensive from the menu.

"Gotta keep you well fed, hm?"

You couldn't argue with him, he held an air of authority even outside of the kitchen. Conversation was pleasant, he kept it appropriate. Actually, that whole time he was an absolute gentleman. Walked you up to your flat. You gave him an anxious kiss that made him laugh softly and you quickly slipped into your studio. You pressed your back to the door, heart pounding. You squinted through the peephole and watched as he turned around, walking away. As soon as you swung your door open, he was stepping inside your place and scooping you up. He gripped your ass while holding you up, his hands positioned in a way that allowed him to rub your folds through the thin fabric of your dress.

"Already wet? Knew you'd be a good girl for me."

You melted in his arms at those words. Gently laid you right on the bed, pulling back to slip off your heels and left kisses from your ankle to inner thigh. He moaned when you giggled from his beard brushing against your soft thighs.

"Fuckin dogs, markin you up like your theirs."

His lips grazed over the hickeys Gaz and Soap left on your hips and thighs. He pulled the dress up and over your shoulders.

"Those sexy fuckin eyes of yours, Christ."

He kneeled over you, taking you in. Your moans, touch, smell, all that was left was your taste. He sunk back down between your legs and had you coming faster and harder than Soap or Gaz. He was down there for hours, only coming up to briefly cram his thick dick into your tight hole just long enough to leave you being for more when he pulled out. So much restraint he had. Only reason he finally finished was because he had to get up early tomorrow. Painted your sore walls with thick ropes of his spend,

"G'na take it all like a good girl, yeah?"

He held your face to muffle your moans with his mouth while he finished pumping into you. Wouldn't even clean you up, just gently pushed whatever leaked out of you back inside. Then he held you close and fell asleep, effectively trapping you in his arms. He ends up driving you to work the next day, taking you in early so he can prep with Ghost. Simon seems more grumpy than usual (it's because he's the one who's supposed to drive you to work, creature of habit he is).

"I'll let you pick her up next time. Don't get mad at me for being a gentleman."

Price sighs while portioning out meat. You swear you see Simon huff.

The drive home was silent as usual, but there was a tension that wasn't present before. Sure, there's been an uneasy or awkward air in the car before, but this was different. You needed it to stop being quiet.

"...sorry for not telling you about John taking me today."

You sat on your hands, staring at the veiny hand gripping the gear lever.

"S'alright, he told me."

His tone was unreadable as ever. He parked in front of your building, looking at you with those dark, intense eyes. You shifted uncomfortably, about to open your mouth to say something.

"G'night."

He interrupted, you nod and step out of his car to your door. You fumble with your keys and turn around to invite him in, he's already locking his car door and headed towards you. Oh fuck.

He doesn't even let you take your shoes off, just flops you onto the edge of the bed and haphazardly pulls down your jeans and underwear, folding you in half.

"Open."

He grunts, shoving two fingers into your mouth, getting them slick with your spit. He roughly fingers your sweet spot until you are overwhelmed with pleasure, then he undoes his pants. You gasp. Literally gasp at the sight of his length.

"That's not going in me."

You blink at him. He looks at you, stroking himself.

"Alright."

He shrugs before slapping his shaft on your wet folds, then rubbing himself against you. He goes at this for what seems like forever, occasionally his tip catches in your entrance before he slides out and continues to grind against you. It's maddening. Finally, you break and beg for him to slide himself in. He does so with no hesitation or concern for your poor walls. Bullies his way inside you until you physically can't take anymore and pounds into you ruthlessly. He covers your mouth with a rough hand while the other toys with your nub. You squeal, yelp, moan. It's all muffled; only to be heard by his ears.

"Atta girl, takin it like a champ."

You were barely keeping it together, each hit to your cervix made you see stars. It hurt. It was heaven. Your eyes rolled back.

"Don't look away from me."

He grabbed your face, making you stare right into his brown eyes. That's what pushed you over the edge, he rode out your orgasm before reaching his. Your heavy breaths filled the room. That's when he finally decides to pull off your shoes and pants. He was surprisingly good at aftercare, made you both some tea (why did he know where everything was?), wiped you down, and put on some cooking competition show. He was into it. Very into it.

"How do you fuck up beurre monté?"

He says to himself, shaking his head while the contestant on TV cried about messing up a sauce. It goes on like this for a while, shitting on chefs choices and mistakes. Your stomach rumbles, he looks at you. Offers to make something. You remember how the food at the restaurant gets sent back. A lot. Decline politely. He walks to the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge and cabinets. You'd say something, but you know you can't stop him. Twenty minutes later he hands you a plate,

"Shakshuka."

It looks...edible. He sits at the end of your bed, eating and watching his show. You take a spoonful into your mouth. Fucking delicious.

"Best I could do with what you had."

He made himself home, slept like he paid the bills, splayed out and snored louder than a Harley. Pinned you right under his arm, mouth right next to your ear. You barely get any sleep.

The next day you drag your feet back and forth from the kitchen.

"Fuckin hell Simon, you kept her up all night?"

John shook his head, burning another steak. Simon grunted, plating the meat and placing it on the window. You served the food to the customer and walked back to the kitchen.

"That's my hoodie."

Soap pointed at Ghost. It was obviously Soap's, they were both well built but Simon's arms and chest stretched the fabric.

"So?"

Simon shrugged, sweeping the floor.

"So? I gave it to her."

"S'fine, she has enough of your shit."

Soap looked at you, betrayed. You shrug, you were too tired to even notice what Simon was wearing.

"Didnae ye notice yer favorite hoodie was gone?"

He looked at you, eyes sad and blindingly blue.

"Give it a rest Johnny."

"'But it's 'er favorite. Right bonnie?"

You nod (you don't have a favorite, but obviously he needs this) and he sighs in relief, smile plastered on his face. Pesters Simon to give him back the hoodie.

"Keep it somewhere safe, aye?"

He hands it to you, holding it like it was a damn fabergé egg.

While Simon and you were walking to his car, Kyle and Johnny run after you, insisting on seeing your place,

"What, only they get to see your flat? It's not fair."

So puerile, Ghost rolled his eyes.

They oohed and aahed at your flat, fawning over your decor. You're thankful for splurging on a king sized mattress. Gaz slept like an angel, but Johnny? Even in his sleep he was restless, kicking and talking. You make a note not to have Ghost and him over at the same time.

Two days later, Johnny almost drops to his knees when he sees Simon in your 'favorite hoodie' again.

[inkskinned]

in the time loop the only way out is to leave her there but you don't ever leave her there, never in the roughly one thousand years you have been in the same day. it is probably like "50 first dates" but you haven't stooped so low as to watch "50 first dates" yet. (but who is to say what another thousand years of the same media will bring to you, maybe you will develop a new taste).

you spent about 200 of these years sulking in a bathtub or on the couch or staring at the seaside. 300 of them have been spent slowly mapping the geographical distance you can actually get before the time loop restarts. you have a list of favorite places: one library in Western Massachusetts called "The Bookmill", which has weird hours and has never raised an eyebrow to you arriving out-of-breath and panting, asking to see a specific book on a specific shelf. There is one beach without a name in North Carolina; it is an accident of geography and ownership title disputes - and it is pristine, untouched, warm and cozy. you've taken her on a lot of picnics there. Acadia National Park. One specific birdhouse in the mountains.

you were stuck in the time loop with the money you entered it with: not enough to rent a private jet. you've robbed a bank a few times, you don't like the way it ends. maybe next century you'll get the hang of it. you don't like the look on her face when you say hang on i have to stop at the bank.

you just have to leave her, and you can go back to being a person again. you took 5 years just catching a flight and sitting in the Grand Canyon. if there's one thing you regret more than anything, it's that you hadn't gotten your passport renewed before this fucking time loop. maybe you should spend some time learning forgery - but also, like, you look like an english teacher. nobody is going to be cool about you asking to see their paper printing machines.

the world is very big. that is one of the things groundhog day gets wrong. there are no consequences, so you have literally all the time (or none of the time?) in the world. in groundhog day, he does a lot of very cool things, but in reality - your muscle memory never gets better. you can't necessarily learn how to play piano or sculpt ice, because your hands never remember the practice. but hey - maybe you'll try violin next. drums. synth.

you can open any door and walk into any conversation. money isn't really an object. you can try every meal off every menu, forever. take her on helicopter tours and into every museum and on every event that is happening right-now at-this-moment. parades and funerals and calligraphy classes.

but you are somewhat trapped by the limitations of your body. if you were reading a book, you still need to get up and go back to the library and find that book again when the day resets. (thank god for the internet). it still takes like 2 hours to board a plane, and then takeoff and landing and traffic. you've gotten off to run around on the freeway. one of the little thankful things: since your brain isn't actually developing (it's a muscle too), the days thankfully don't feel shorter to you. that would be agony.

all you have to do to leave the timeloop is let that man get away with it. that's all. in every version of yourself - forever - you have stopped him.

the problem is that this experience has convinced you of the existence of the human soul. after all, how else are you forming memories? your very cells reset. information has to be transferred somehow. and if timeloops are real, you can convince yourself other magic exists. so you have two choices here: this hell, or the next. there might be a millennia where you have been worn down to the point you can accept fate's decision. this is just not one of them. ironically - she is the one thing you have left.

and besides! if you can't always find something new in your partner, aren't you failing them? there is something new about her, every day with the same morning. every brutal day with the same orange sunset.

after all, you wanted to live with her in heaven, in eternity, and, well - isn't this second-best.

[pomegranatesarchive]

how do you spell bueutiful? | ln4

pairing: lando norris x manager!reader

summary: what are the odds of two dyslexic people dating?…pretty high apparently.

purposely made grammar mistakes, you’ve been warned!!! i fear i might’ve went a little off topic, but here’s this!!! mclaren are the champions, congratulations to my favorite sinister and evil orange team <33

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yourusername: oscar took me too diner and then made me pay…3/10 experience would not try again

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user1: wait, are you and oscar dating???

user2: no because i’m confused too…is that him in the first picture?

user3: are you guys forgetting that oscar has a whole gf? that cannot be him

user4: but like…this looks like a bf appreciation post?

user5: she’s his manager, ofc she’s going to post him

user6: but are we going to deny that the first picture looks like soft launching 🤨

landonorris: i personally think that the first picture came of wrong, it probably is soft luanching but like no with oscar you know? i don’t know tho, just thinking, but probaly yeah…

user7: you said a whole lotta nothing buddy

user8: he had 3 grammatical mistakes in that sentence

user9: yn had 2 mistakes in her caption 💀

user10: aren’t they both dyslexic?

user12: i just love the way this conversation went

user13: that’s a lot of food for just 2 people 😏

oscarpiastri: to*

oscarpiastri: dinner*

yourusername: first you made me pay for your food and now your correcting my grammar? consider youreself BLOCKED

oscarpiastri: you’re *

oscarpiastri: yourself*

oscarpiastri: + you’re my manager, it should be your job to feed me 🤚

yourusername: my job is too get you contracts so YOU can put food on the table

oscarpiastri: to*

yourusername: ARGH LETS SEE WHO GETS YOU CONTRACTS JOW

oscarpiastri: now*

user14: okay you see i can’t tell if this is flirting

user15: girl 💀 oscar has a gf, they are most definitely just friends

user16: OKAY BUT WHO IS SHE SOFT LAUNCHING WITH

user17: imagine trying to soft launch and people think it’s the guy you manage

user18: it’s her fault honestly, this whole collage is basically saying ‘LOOK ME AND OSCAR ARE DATING’

user19: no you guys are just WERID.

landonorris: horrible soft launch, 2/10

user20: oh?

yourusername: shut up lando norris

landonorris: make me yn ln

user21: OH SO YOU GUYS ARE THE ONES SOFT LAUNCHING

user22: i'd sure hope so, or else yns bf should be feeling real confused right now

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yourusername: me (a dyslexic) when i realized that being a manger means reading hundreds of documents over and over again

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user23: (a dyslexic) is taking me out

user24: I hope you are aware that you are great inspiration for me, (a dyslexic)

user25: alll jokes aside, how do you handle that?

yourusername: i take billons and billons of breaks 🫠 if i didnt i would go mad

oscarpiastri: billions*

yourusername: i have a gun

user26: still soft launching i see

user27: i still don’t think lando and her are dating, oscar and her all the way 💯

user28: how delusional does one have to be…

user29: you people make me want to rip my hair out!!! yn and oscar are NOT dating

user27: says who?

user29: THEM!! THEM THEMSELVES HAVE SAID IT

user27: and i’m just supposed to believe everything they say?

user28: i will kill you

user29: pls for the love of everything just post a picture of you and lando making out so these idiots WILL SHUT THE FUCK UP

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user30: you guys need to leave these dyslexic lovers ALONE

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yourusername: mclaren? sorry i only know 2024 consturcters CHAMPIONS!!!!

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user31: constructors*

user32: y’all act like she can help it

user33: can you imagine getting correct on something you can’t help 24/7

user34: oh i’d be SICK

oscarpiastri: constructors***

oscarpiastri: jokes aside, thanks for your big part of this, i guess 👍

yourusername: oh you love me

user35: never being the allegations

landonorris: love hm?

yourusername: love love love

oscarpiastri: please stop you two make me feel awkward

user36: how do you think we feel

user37: everyday i fight off oscar x yn shipperd just for yall to pull this? sick i say, SICK

user38: i swear yn and lando are just playing with us, JUST SAY IF YOUR DATING OR NOT

user39: is just me that thinks it’s pretty obvious they’re dating?…

maxverstappen1: don’t worry, i won’t tell anyone you paid me off so i can back off and let mclaren win!!

yourusername: SLANDER

maxverstappen1: thank god your check cleared

yourusername: 1) of course my check cleared who do you think i am? 2) if i DID pay you off, it wouldn’t been for the drivers championship, not the constructors, duh 🙄

maxverstappen1: wow your admitting to THINKING about paying me off? FIA GET HER ASS

oscarpiastri: you would’ve paid him off to give ME the drivers championship, right?

yourusername: …

oscarpiastri: …right?

yourusername: ……

landonorris: the tables are turned 😏

oscarpiastri: you two are SICK we agreed that when you and lando started dating ME, OSCAR PIASTRI would come first. don’t talk to me, i don’t want to hear it

user40: oh

user41: no way this is how lando and yn make it official

maxverstappen1: i have created destruction, see you guys after the break!

user42: THIS IS SO FUNNY??

user43: weeks of soft launching and we get confirmation by oscar?? of all people???

user44: i don’t think i’ve ever seen oscar so emotional

user45: it just got so real

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yourusername: courtisy of oscar

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maxverstappen1: this is max erasure! i’m the one who started the conversation :( give me my credit!

yourusername: are you serious?

maxverstappen1: yes…

yourusername: 😐 okay max, i give you credit for announcing my relatinship to the world!

maxverstappen1: thank you 😊

user28: @ user27 i don’t think that’s oscar! hmmm, who would’ve thought?

user46: oh he’s in LOVE

user47: the look in his eyes—omg i can’t

user48: my jaw stayed in place

oscarpiastri: courtesy** dummy

yourusername: WOAH

landonorris: OSCAR JACK PIASTRI, YOU TAKE THAT BACK

oscarpiastri: IM SORRY im still not over your betrayal

yourusername: you will always be my second choice for the drivers championship 🧡

oscarpiastri: YOU ARE MY MANAGER, I SHOULD LEGALLY AND MORALLY BE YOUR FIRST CHOICE

landonorris: how do you spell bueutiful?

carlossainz55: did you just try to call yourself beautiful?

landonorris: no? i called my girlfriend beautiful

carlossainz55: there’s no photos of yn here, it’s just you

landonorris: so?

carlossainz: so you just called yourself beautiful, or at least tried too

landonorris: hm. it’s okay, yn understands what i meant 🧡 right?

yourusername: yup…totally

oscarpiastri: she totally didn’t understand what you meant

user49: this whole relationship makes me so happy