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Down but Not Out

Fabian didn’t mean to be rude by ignoring Acting Director Goldenhoard’s eulogy, but it seemed like he couldn’t pay attention to much of anything these days.

Sitting in a crowd of his co-workers, they all listened to Goldenhoard’s solemn words. Or at least, Fabian tried to. But the candid picture next to his podium, of a handsome Goblin with curly hair and a wry smile, only made it worse. An empty hollowness had filled his chest and refused to leave. Not since he watched his partner, Agent Riz Gukgak, die on his mission not two weeks ago.

As his mission support, he was the agent back at HQ in Riz’s earpiece that always watched his six. Feeding him any information he could to help him complete his mission. Or he was supposed to, but apparently, he was pretty shit at his job since Gukgak was dead with not even a body to recover.

They’d gotten bad intelligence somehow and Fabian hadn’t realized it until Riz was already being ambushed by KVX’s mercs. It had all happened so fast. He had tried to guide Riz through all the chaos of bullets and knives. And he’d almost gotten out too, but he’d failed a saving throw against some kind of bullshit faerie magic.

The last thing Fabian saw before Riz’s hidden camera broke was a ginger-haired pixie hovering over Riz’s prone body. The tiny man had listed off the names of a dozen of SSIS’ currently active agents and then nothing. Black. Fabian burst from his seat in HQ to sprint to their divination unit. Demanding that one of them cast Scry on Gukgak immediately and, when that didn’t work, for someone to rush to his last known location to cast Locate Creature on him.

It had all been in vain. Riz was dead. And if Fabian had been smarter, had realized that they’d been tricked and led into a trap, he’d still be alive.

Fabian wasn’t even supposed to have this job.

Once upon a time, he was a field agent too.

Years ago, he was suspended from going out into the field. A mission on Leviathan gone wrong. The director had expected him to take a six-month sabbatical until he could go through retraining. But he refused to wait that long. He showed up to work every day for a month before the higher-ups cracked. Realizing that he’d be kicking around HQ, annoying the shit out of people if they didn’t give him something to do, the director’s solution was to train him in mission support.

At first, Fabian pushed back against it hard. Being very publicly disallowed from going on any mission was already embarrassing enough. The thought of essentially being demoted to a desk job was even worse. Sure, they assured him that it was only temporary and something to keep his mind sharp. But on his first day of training, he had a sinking feeling that they’d never trust him with another mission ever again.

Nevertheless, Fabian showed up every day to learn how to support an agent best. Of which he did have a few opinions on himself, though he was encouraged to stick to the, ugh, manual. It was a slog and a grind until the day they decided to test out his skills with an actual agent. Pairing him up with a fresh-faced legacy agent, Riz Gukgak. And while his enthusiasm was a bit much at first, the test missions Fabian supported him through went well. A fact that surprised almost everyone, Fabian included, but not Riz.

For whatever reason, he had his full confidence in Fabian’s newfound abilities. He even mentioned that during their celebratory drink after their first successful real mission. Clinking glasses of champagne, Riz had said with a wistful smile that he’d miss Fabian in his ear. You know, once his suspension was up. Fabian found himself agreeing. It would be a shame.

Throughout this experiment of sorts, he’d found that he had a knack for tactics and maneuvers and getting Riz in and out of trouble. He didn’t have to be in the proverbial spotlight. He could get just as much, if not more, satisfaction from guiding Riz to success. Not to mention the fact that Riz had slowly grown on him to the point that when his six months were up.

He almost didn’t want to leave Riz’s fate in the hands of anyone else.

Which is why, when he walked into work on the first day after his suspension, he announced that he’d be staying in mission support as Riz’s partner. And so, the two of them spent the next ten years working together, saving the world one mission at a time.

Until two weeks ago.

Jawbone, the head of mission support, had sent him home early that day and expected him to take a couple of days off. Squeezing his shoulder, Jawbone had told him that losing people never got any easier. And that he should take some time for himself to let out any of the emotions he might’ve been feeling.

Fabian tried to listen to his advice. Most of those days he spent running until he couldn’t run anymore. Or he stared into the rushing waters of the Marigold River trying to force himself to grieve and mourn and do all the things everyone expected him to do. But the emptiness that had found him and wouldn’t let him go since Riz’s death remained.

Because how could he not run Riz’s last moments over and over again in his head, picking out everything he could’ve done better to get him out of there alive? Because how could he not feel like a coward for not being the one to tell Riz’s mother, who had lost his father the same way, of his death? Because how could he continue with his life when the people responsible for Riz’s death still drew breath, their plans, still intact?

Fabian couldn’t mourn or grieve.

Not yet.

“Are you sure about this?”

Agent Adaine Abernant asked from the other side of Fabian’s earpiece as a server offered him a flute of champagne. Only moments after he strolled into the gala hosted in one of the lavish ballrooms in the Red Scale Hotel. A building his target and various others within the conspiracy he and Riz were unravelling, frequented.

Plucking a flute from the tray, he flashed the server a smile before bringing it to his lips to hide the movement of them as he answered, “I’m already in the building, Adaine. It’s a little late to be getting cold feet.”

“Alright, the corridor you want is on the other end of this hall. Near the stage, right side.”

“Perfect.”

Sublime, live jazz music flowed as a lively undercurrent beneath the ambient chatter of the sea of attendees. All decked out in satin gowns and well-pressed suits, he fit right in with the deep red, three-piece tuxedo that he had to pull out of storage. Hopefully, the Disguise Self spell on him masking his missing eye and trading his distinctive silver hair for a more neutral black also made him unrecognizable.

Sure, that ginger pixie, Biz Glitterdew, he later found out, had read off all their active agents. Showing off that he and whoever he worked for knew that SSIS was onto them, but Fabian wasn’t on that list. Not on the list, not on their radar. And he’d prefer to keep it that way for as long as possible.

Clocking all the guards and other security present, he made sure not to look like he was making a direct beeline toward the back door.

“Remind me who I’m supposed to be again?” Fabian mumbled behind his glass again before taking another sip.

“Mr. Iliren Pyrefall,” Adaine answered as if she were reading off of a script. “A young, up-and-coming businessman from Fallinel who is currently on his first trip to mainland Spyre to get over a recent breakup with ‘The One’.”

“That feels targeted but I’m not sure how.”

“Just focus on not getting caught, loverboy.”

It took a bit of shaking off of some cobwebs but Fabian managed to move from group to group making charming small talk before moving on. This used to be one of his favourite parts of a mission. Putting on a new identity and taking it on for a spin on strangers he’d likely never see again. Maybe even get his kisses in, if he had the time. But right now he couldn’t enjoy being Iliren Pyrefall, not when this mission meant so much to him that it had to go well.

By the time he made it to the other end of the ballroom, he had the perfect distraction to hide his intrusion. The hostess of the evening, the ever-saccharine socialite Penelope Everpetal, had stepped on stage to make a toast. Eyeing the inconspicuous door, Fabian took one last swig of his flute before setting it down on a passing server’s tray and making his move. Slipping through the clapping crowd and past unsuspecting guards and the door undetected.

“Excellent, now, on your right there should be a corridor with three doors before the bend…”

Fabian’s footsteps didn’t make a sound on the carpeted floors as Adaine’s posh, calm voice guided him through the winding, lushly decorated halls of the Red Scale Hotel. Soon he found his way down into the bowels of the old building. Descending metal staircases until delicate cream-coloured walls turned to harsh, gritty stone hallways. Lined with rusty pipes and bright white lights.

He didn’t get to make it down the first hall before Adaine piped up once again, a sense of urgency in her voice, “You’ve got company. One heading toward you fast with two right behind him.”

“Oh, but I didn’t even put the kettle on,” Fabian whispered as he put on a pout and got into position. His back pressed up against the wall, lying in wait for his moment as he readied his arquebus. “What kind of host am I?”

“Stop being cheeky. First one’s coming around the corner… now!”

As soon as the first suited guard turned the corner, Fabian socked him in the face with the butt of his arquebus. Taking hold of his shoulder, he pressed the barrel into the guard’s stomach and fired two shots into him before shoving his body into a second guard. The two of them tumbled to the ground in a heap. Leaving the third to pull out her own firearm. But not fast enough. Bang! Bang! Bang! Fabian had three bullets lodged in her chest before she pulled her trigger.

“Guard on your six!” Adaine yelled just in time for Fabian to whip around to see the second guard up on their knees. having shoved the first guard’s body off of him, he now had his arquebus pointed at him.

The sharp, piercing sting of a bullet hitting his side was soon engulfed by adrenaline as Fabian dropped his gun. Lunging at that guard. His second shot hit the ceiling as Fabian grabbed the hand holding the arquebus, shoving it to the sky. Before ramming the guard’s back into one of the walls. The crack of bone against stone rung out into the cavernous hall. Followed by their grunts and the sound of struggle as Fabian wrestled the arquebus out of the guard’s hands. Throwing it to the side, he stomped his heel into his foot and kneed him in the stomach before knocking him out with one good punch across the jaw.

With the final guard’s body slumped against the wall, Fabian picked up his discarded arquebus, readjusted his suit, and did a little bow as Adaine said, “Well done.”

Taking a deep breath that hurt just a bit, he said, “Thank you. Where to from here?”

“The room you’re looking for shouldn’t be too far. Take a left and then a right at the first junction and then the third door on the right should be the one.” Heeding Adaine’s directions, Fabian left this scene of carnage to head toward his target. The heels of his dress shoes clicked and echoed as he moved through the tunnel-like halls with far more haste than before. As he counted one, two, three doors on the right, and approached it, Adaine warned him. “I’m getting a reading that there’s only one tiny creature in there. It should be him, but still. Be careful, Seacaster.”

“Aren’t I always?”

“Your field record would beg to differ.”

Unable to hide a smirk, it grew on his lips as he tried to steady himself. The only thing that separated him and the bastard who had killed his agent was this door. Fabian had one shot at this. He couldn’t fuck it up. One last deep breath.

For Riz.

Bursting into a dark room filled with crystals and computers with one solid kick to the door, it didn’t take a second before his eyes found Biz Glitterdew. His tiny, pixie wings glowed in tandem with the screens and crystal power sources yet still stood out against them. Once they locked eyes, Biz didn’t immediately go to attack him. Instead, he reached for a phone-like crystal on his desk. Probably trying to call for backup.

Unfortunately for Biz, Adaine was busy tampering with the Red Scale Hotel’s communication lines to give Fabian as much time as he needed.

“Oh, that won’t be necessary, Mr. Glitterdew,” Fabian said as a look of horror that dawned on Biz’s pale, little face. Filling Fabian with so much schadenfreude that he was sure that his smirk turned a little wild. His resemblance to his father must’ve been oh so obvious now. “I do believe this is a private conversation.”

Now see, Fabian had had a whole speech in his head that he’d tell Biz while holding him at gunpoint. About how he should’ve known how to pick his kills better. How it’s tragic for him that he’s the only top agent whom he didn’t know about. One line after another to show Biz how badly he fucked up.

But he didn’t get that far.

Didn’t even pull out his arquebus.

No, he went a bit… nuts.

One moment he was in the doorway staring Biz down and the next he had Biz’s head in his hands and was smashing it into the closest keyboard. Typing out who knows what into the computer. Admittedly, it wasn’t Fabian’s finest work. Not enough finesse as he had usually liked to apply during his missions. But Adaine certainly wasn’t complaining about it.

There was a moment, however, when he had a split-second regret about not being more careful. Not with Biz’s head, no. Around these machines. Sure, he could disarm a bomb or operate his rig back at HQ well enough, but he’d never been the most techy man in the world. He’s pretty sure though that crystals are not supposed to emit a large, blinding burst of light and electricity.

It mustn’t be good, seeing as he heard scream out a strangled, “NO!”

Well and properly blinded by that exploding crystal, Fabian couldn’t see a thing, but he could feel Biz get yanked out of his hands. His heart leapt in fear for a moment, terrified that the bastard was about to slip through his fingers. Instead of the sound of frantically fluttering wings though, an audible thump of someone thrown to the ground hit his ears.

All before an all too familiar voice, one that Fabian thought he’d never hear again, rang out in a barking tone. “I’m gonna give you twenty full seconds to tell me what you did with those women, Glitterdew. Or else I’m gonna blow your fucking head off.”

Fabian frenziedly whipped around toward that voice, cautious hope building in his chest. And though his vision hadn’t fully returned to him yet, what had come back was enough. Enough for him to see the silhouette of Riz Gukgak pinning Biz to the ground. Enough for tears to start pricking his eyes and for Adaine to gasp in his ears. Slowly, the details of the scene came in as well.

Riz’s wild, greenblack curls fell in his face, his lips were pulled back bear his sharp teeth, his nice, white dress shirt was rumbled and he had his gun pressed to Biz’s forehead. Fabian almost couldn’t process it all. A thousand different thoughts and emotions overwhelmed him at once. Disbelief, heaps of joy and grief in equal measure, anger and confusion, and a dash of desire for the hell of it.

Leaving him stunned, mouth agape, until he heard Adaine begrudgingly grumble in his ear. “You should keep him alive long enough for someone to cast detect thoughts on him. Or at least put him in a zone of truth to get more intelligence out of him. Fabian!”

That last call of his name sent him into action. He dove to intercept Riz’s point-blank shot to Biz’s head seconds before he pulled the trigger. Taking his smaller hand in his, he lifted his jet-black arquebus to the ceiling and felt the bullet destined for Biz’s brain fly into the stone above. Riz squirmed and hissed in Fabain’s hold, still focused on intimidating Biz.

It took Fabian grabbing his chin and forcing Riz to look at him to get him to concentrate on him instead. And when Riz’s pupils didn’t dilate upon seeing his face, Fabian said in the voice he used over his mic, “You can’t kill him. Not yet, Gukgak. Stand down.”

Almost all at once, all of Riz’s ferality melted away. His slitted pupils widened far past their usual dilation, his hackles lowered, and his toothy sneer turned into a gentle expression of shock. “Fabian?”

There was no way he could hide the smile growing on his face, so instead he nodded his head over a delirious Biz. “You can knock him out if you want.”

“Oh, I—” Riz turned back to target, some of that ferality returning, and smacked him with the butt of his arquebus and sent Biz into unconsciousness. “—do.”

A few moments of silence passed after that. Their twin breaths and the hum of the surrounding technology were the only sounds in the room. They sat there, Riz partially in Fabian’s lap, Fabian’s hand still on his chin, staring at each other.

It wasn’t broken until Adaine spoke up after a long while. “Fabian? I’m sending Agents Faeth and Thistlespring down to collect Biz,” There was a moment of hesitation in her voice before she added. “And tell Gukgak that it’s good to have him back.”

Fabian couldn’t help but chuckle and give a little salute. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Who’s on the line?” Riz asked, his face scrunched up in confusion and want of inclusion. Rolling his eyes, Fabian fished his earpiece out and held it up to Riz’s. His face brightened at the sound of Adaine’s voice. “Abernant! It’s good to hear from you too.”

As Riz moved to take the earpiece from Fabian’s hands to do the work of holding it to his ear, Fabian’s heart dropped at the sight of his hand. No, hands. They’re bleeding. “What the hell happened, Gukgak?”

“I had to dig my way through a crystal to get to the wiring,” Riz answered way too nonchalantly. With a barely a glance at the offending wounds and a shrug of his shoulders. “I’m fine, though. I still can complete this mission.”

“Fine?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Riz waved him off as he told Adaine he’d talk to her later before turning back to him with a smile. “I’m a little tired, a lot beat up, and super stir-crazy, but fine. It’s nice to see you out in the field again and it’s nice to have some backup but—”

“I thought you were dead,” Fabian said because he couldn’t think of a better way to put it. He got Riz’s attention though.

Any and all frivolity and levity in Riz’s face and voice left him in an instant as he stared up at Fabian with wide, confused eyes. “What?”

“Everyone thought you were dead. We couldn’t Scry on you. And Locate Creature always came up empty. When we sent agents to retrieve your body there was nothing to find except for bloodstains.” All of Fabian’s grief threatened to close his throat as tears began to run down his cheeks, but he pushed through it. His voice cracking as he tried to hold it all together. “I thought you were dead and that it was my fault. That I wasn’t—that I let you…”

Riz Gukgak was a harsh guy. Sharp cheekbones, keen, perceptive eyes, rough manners, and a no-nonsense attitude when on the job. Most days the only soft thing about him was his curls; he usually hid those underneath a hat. But at Fabian’s words, he softened. Forgetting about any clues or mission objectives, he softened. Even after being beaten black and blue, stuck in a crystal for days on end, and trying desperately to dig himself out, he softened.

“Oh, Fabian.” He said, his voice, soft, barely above a whisper. His curls bounced as he shook his head and brought Fabian’s far larger form to his chest and held him there. Letting Fabian hear the steady beating of his heart. He was alive. Riz was alive. Fabian wrapped his arms around him and hugged him back oh so tight.

In that moment, something that had been broken was suddenly mended, the hollow feeling in Fabian’s chest finally dispersing, and the world was right again.

I think my niche within this fandom is writing fabriz fics where one of them saves the other and then they hug so sweetly... and I'm not mad about it.

I hope you like it, Indigo!

[bigwishes]

Big's Perma Bulk!

(Community Requested Story, about me perma bulking) What's good bros! It's your favourite wish granting genie here to go on my own transformation journey. Normally I send this kind of thing off to another writer but a lot of you wanted me to be transformation using my own Genie gifts so I've waved my hands and started it off.

I made sure to completely forget about what you guys wanted for me to make it even more surprising but considering all you lot drool at a bicep vein I think I'm in good hands.

After waking up I definitely didn't have anything to worry about. I knew all of you just wanted me to become some big sweaty himbo. Just take a look.

Big arms, thick thighs and a solid chest. I won't lie if I were to make a choice I would of ended up so much bigger than this but hey, it's what you all wanted to I guess I gotta get used to being a himbo stud.

Woah...I guess day two was a little different. I'm a lot bigger ladz so cheers for that but damn, some of this definition is starting to fade. It looks like I'm sliding more to the tank side of the spectrum that the stud side. I'm pretty sure if I move wrong this tank is gonna split in too and my fucking stomach won't stop rumbling, every time I walk in my kitchen I down half a box of cereal, fuck, I should probably take a couple sandwiches back to my desk before I load up some games with the boys.

'BUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPP'

aw fuck, sorry about that ladz but damn. I woke up this morning and my stomach feels so tight, it feels like my abs are about to split in half. My shorts are so tight around my ass.

Damn what the fuck did you guys wish to happen to me? A slab of muscle instead of abs is one thing but fuck my gut is so bloated, ah man

'UURRRRRRRRRRPP!!!'

whoops, sorry dudes, fuck this is so tight but I still feel hungry, maybe a protein shake and a bowl of rice wont gut, surely this can't get any tighter.

ahhh fuck what time is it? 3am?? why the fuck am I so hungry. I didn't even know it was possible to feel hungry and bloated at the same-

BUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP

ah man, what do I have in the fridge, mmmmm half a pizza, well I'm sure a couple of slices won't hurt. I hit the gym pretty hard today, its probably my body wanting to fuel up. mmm yeah just 3 maybe 6 slices and I'll be good for the night, probably best to turn the light switch on so I don't make a mess...

w--what the fuck happened to me! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST I'M SO FUCKING BULKY, OH FUCK

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPP

DAMN....fuck well....at least it doesn't jiggle, probably just bloated from how much I've been eating recently, who knew having such big muscles would make me so hungry all the time...

hmmm, I probably shouldn't leave just 3 slices of pizza in the fridge on their, own, that's not even a snack, 9 slices is alright at this time of night yeah?

On the bright side, my muscles have continued to blow up to freakish size, my bicep is bigger than most dude's heads. On the other hand....I can't shift this tank around my mid section. I've been trying to eat less to get my abs back but fuck I can't help it, my stomach growls and I gotta eat enough to feed at least 3 people or else it feels like my stomach is gonna eat itself. It's okay, Ill just cut when summer rolls around, use this time to grow as big as I can, bet my abs will look fucking insane in a few months/

Guess the bright side is I can order that nice chocolate cake with my pizza tonight...I'm pretty sure it's cheat night tonight, or was it last night? hmm, no yeah it is definitely tonight?

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP

ah fuck, wh- UUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP

what happened - uurp - to me?

a few *hic* days ago I was a lean mean lifting machine

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPPPPPPP

and now...fuck *hic* uuurp- I'm a big, bulky brute

fuu-UUUUUUUURPPPP-ck, my gut is so tight, moving feels like a chore....I'm so fuckin stuffed and hungry at the same time. Who knew my fans would want me to blow up into a 300lsb bulky beast...

damn...I need a shower but, I could really go for a double cheese burger and a snickers protein thick shake, I'm sure it can wait -uuurrpp- maybe I should grab a couple protein bars for the road..

BUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP!!!!

I can still feel the spell under my skin, I wonder how much bigger these guys will make me, or what else they'll do...

[adventuringblind]

Celebratory Kissing?

Logan Sargeant X Reader X Oscar Piastri

Genre: Fluffy smut

Summary: Oscar gets his first win and celebratory activities ensue.

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, switch Logan if you squint, subspace for reader and Logan (eventually), SOFT dom Oscar (a simp is what he is), oral (both receiving), fingers, unprotected sex (don't try this at home kids), Praise, oral fixation, marking/biting

Notes: Another request! haven't done a smut in a while. I might be a wee bit rusty...

Side note: I finished this mere hours after I had to put my dog down 😬

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A sprint win is still a win. An argument she is determined to put to an end should Oscar tell her otherwise. This is an achievement and should be recognized as such.

Logan appears in front of her. His body absolutely gleaming with sweat and hair tussled from his helmet. "You look wrecked."

"The good kind I hope." She hands him the water she's holding, and he holds eye contact while trying to drink it. Only to fail miserably and dump it everywhere.

"It's about fifty-fifty. Half like Oscar just ruined you and the other half like you might be sick."

"Jokes on you, I probably am!"

She stares at the McLaren garage where Oscar has been swept off to. "Do you think he'll accept it as a win?"

"Maybe, I'm not sure yet." Logan crosses his arms and follows her gaze. "We could always convince him it's a win." He wiggles his eyebrows. The last part coming out quieter.

"But you two have to race tomorrow!"

"And I'm not suggesting anything crazy, I would like to be able to walk still. That doesn't mean we can't make it good."

She hums thoughtfully at the proposal. "He won't go for it."

"Trust me, he will." Logan takes his hand in hers and swings their arms back and forth. "We've been doing this for almost two years now. I think we can bring it out of him."

"Lo, I swear to god, if you get us in trouble, I will never let you hear the end of it."

~~~~~

She really shouldn't have been so shocked when Logan dragged her back to the hotel promising Oscar a 'surprise' for his victory. The Aussie had given them a questioning look, but just shrugged them off. A quick word about staying hydrated was thrown in there.

Now she's sitting on the edge of the bed, freshly showered and patiently waiting for Logan to tell her what his plan it. He's been digging through Oscar's luggage for the last five minutes mumbling about disorganization.

Finally, he pulls out the tightly wound coil of rope and makes a triumphant 'ah-ha' sound.

"You were looking for rope?"

"Yup!"

"And what are you going to do with said rope? Oscar is the only one with enough patience to manage any kind of Shabari-" Logan shuts her up by starting to tie the rope around her wrist.

"This okay?"

"It would be more okay if you told me what we were doing." She huffs in annoyance.

Logan rolls his eyes dramatically. "Figured I'd put you down first. Get you to that headspace that drives him feral."

She has to suppress the whine that threatens to leave her throat. "What about you?"

"One of us has to be coherent until he gets here. He can do what he wants after that. We just need him to see you first." Logan finishes the rope on her wrists, successfully securing them behind her back. "Not saying I'm not enticing, mind you. I just know how to put you down faster than the other way around."

Which - okay, Logan isn't wrong there. Oscar seems to hit the sweet spot with him where she can't. Not for a lack of trying, she just does not have the tone of voice that send her American partner over the edge. "Well played, Sargeant."

"I thought it was clever." She can't see him, still settled behind her. It doesn't matter. She knows he's smirking; can feel it in the open-mouthed kisses he's placing on her spine. It's ridiculous how much simple touch affects her.

"You slip so easily."

"Shut up."

It doesn't help that she's completely bare. Logan still has his sweats on, which only makes her feel vulnerable.

His hands trace the outline of her curves. They drag against the more sensitive areas with a nimble sort of ease. She lets out a happy sigh in response.

His teeth latch onto her shoulder. He bites and sucks a mark that will definitely be visible tomorrow. Logan's always had an oral fixation. Constantly chewing on the ends of his hoodie strings, chewing on pens and pencils, the sheer number of lollys in the house is ungodly. Oscar has used this to his advantage too many times to count. Zoom meeting at the number one offender.

Logan manages to bite all the way down her arm. He slips himself lower to get a better angle on her hips. Fingers bruise her thighs with an impossibly iron grip that he really doesn't need to have.

He attaches to her neck, spinning her around so face him. Logan slides his wet tongue from her throat to her lips. He shoves his tongue down her throat without warning. Successfully making it so she can't breathe; suffocated but only him. Only Logan and his stupidly nimble tongue exist in this moment.

He lets her breath again, only to push her backward onto the bed. Saliva drips all across her body as his tongue slides downwards.

Logan's is panting against her by the time he's finally in between her legs. "You're terribly wet, baby." He licks everywhere except where she needs him most. "Do you want my tongue? Are you going to be good for me while we wait for Osc?"

"I promise - please Lo, need you."

All sense of coherency leaves the second Logan's tongue starts lapping up her arousal. His hands grip her thigs to keep them spread apart.

Her hands would be in his hair if they could. instead, they grip the sheets underneath her. Anything to keep somewhat present. It doesn't work. Her mind is already swimming while the blonde moans into her core, teeth grazing her clit and driving her to the brink of insanity.

Her legs shake as his tongue slips in and out of her. She chokes out his name, on getting close to the point of no return.

He pulls away. Not fully, just enough to stop contact. Went tongue retreating through glistening lips.

IN the background, the sound of the door unlocking startles them both. Logan frantically strips the rest of his clothes in record time, helps her to the floor and manages to get them both into some kind of waiting position.

"I hope whatever you to are planning involves sleep at some point-" Oscar flicks the lights on and she can feel his eyes burning holes into them. "Please tell me you haven't been like this for the last hour?"

They shake their heads no as Oscar looks them over. He grabs Logan's chin and swipes his tongue across the American's bottom lip. "You taste like her. Tell me what you did."

"Got her ready for you."

"I can see that. She's staring at us with that look in her eyes." Oscar moves to her next, dropping Logan's chin and softly patting her cheek. She keens into his touch, aching for some kind of contact again. "Is this my surprise? A good night with two beautifully obedient partners?" His voice is soft with a hint of a condescending tone.

"Wanted to make sure you know that it's a win." There it is. He has Logan in the palm of his hand, whining and slurring his words.

Oscar looks like he might melt. "I think I've already won everything I need to. I have you two kneeling in front of me. That being said, you've got me worked up and it would be a shame not to take advantage of your wonderful surprise."

Oscar undoes the rope around her wrists and helps them up off their knees and onto the bed. "Nothing hard tonight. I'd hate for you to be sore tomorrow, Lo." He kisses them both. Hands gripping their chins and alternating who's mouth he's exploring.

It's heaven. The place with these two. The fuzzy, floaty feeling in her mind only registers them and their touches.

"You did good with her, Lo. Bet you're ready to go, yeah?"

It's the first time she's actually seen how hard the American is. Oscar strokes him a few times, slowly, thumb swiping away the pre-cum that had leaked out.

Oscar jams two fingers into her without warning. "Wow, you really did get her ready. Was this all your tongue baby?"

A third finger slips in. She's dripping liquid all the way down to his wrist. The pathetic whining sounds she's making are outrageous and should be embarrassing. She's to blissed out to care.

Oscar manhandles them to where he wants. Her body shudders as she accepts Logan's length, straddling over the top of him. "Come on, love. You want to make him feel good, yes?" She'd want to do anything Oscar tells her to, really, but she can't say as much.

Regardless, she rolls her hips and moans at the feeling. Logan's mouth goes slack, and Oscar takes the opportunity to slam his dick into Logan's mouth.

It doesn't take her horribly long to get close again. The skin on skin and roll of hips. The impatience of Logan as he tries to buck his hips upward in time with her.

"Osc, please." He crashes his lips onto hers and moans into her mouth.

He pulls away just a tiny bit and clasps a hand around her throat. "Go ahead, cum for be."

Logan slams up into her a few more times before he finishes. She lets herself fall into the abyss of white-hot pleasure. Brain only focused on one thing.

She can hear Logan coughing as Oscar slams into his throat.

It all ends too fast for her liking, and she looks at Oscar expectantly. Waiting and wanting for more.

Oscar pulls her off Logan and lays her body down on top of him. The Aussie take his time exploring their shivering bodies. The amount of concealer they are going to need tomorrow will be ungodly.

"This doesn't feel like the celebratory kissing I'd hoped for," whines Logan.

"Tell you two what: If I can get second tomorrow then I'll make sure neither of you can walk for a week." Oscar huffs. "Also, I'd appreciate it if we could refrain from calling it celebratory kissing."

"But it's tradition!"

"I feel like we've came a bit farther then just celebratory kisses..."

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Summary: Your father is strict but his authority is challenged by the boy in town and the man at his door.

Characters: Arvin Russell, Lee Bodecker

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You keep your head down as you near the store. That group of boys is smoking at the corner again, their stained white tees and dusty old flannel jackets smell of sawdust and oil. Your daddy always tells you not to talk to strange men and except for him, they're all strange. 

"Hey, doll, where you in a rush to?" One of them flicks a cigarette away as he breathe smoke behind you. 

You hurry up as he whistles, "yeah, walk faster, girl. Wiggle them hips." 

"Quiet," another hisses and you hear the heavy thump of a slap against his shoulder, "ain't no way to talk to a lady." 

Footsteps rush after you and before you can reach the door, it opens, the bell jangling above as one of the men pulls it back. You look at his boots, grimy, laces fraying, slouching around the ankles. His other hand dangles by his side, cap folded in his grip. 

"I'm really sorry about Jethro, miss, he's got a real nasty mouth," he says, "you alright?" 

You nod and say nothing as you continue inside. 

"You're scarin' her, Arv," another man calls over, "look at her shaking in her shoes." 

He sighs and lets the door close between you as he turns back to respond. His words are muffled as you take a basket and flit into an aisle. Mr. Canavan is behind the counter, flipping through a newspaper as the radio crackles. You pick out the few staples running low in your pantry and add on a bottle of rum for your pa. 

"Afternoon, miss," Canavan greets in his piggish snort. You return the sentiment as you wait for him to tally up your order. "How's your daddy?" 

"Good, good," you answer as you peek towards the window. The men cross the street and disperse, some still walking in pairs. 

"He got a thirst?" he comments on the bottle. 

"Doesn't he always?" You count out the money and hand it to him. 

"Yeah but he usually takes care of that down at Hal's." 

"Lost too much on the table last time," you shake your head as he gives you back the change. 

He packs up a paper bag and you thank him, sliding it off the counter. It's heavy and makes your shoulders ache. You shouldn't have waited so long. 

You push the door open with your hip and turn, nearly colliding with another. The same man chuckles as he puts a hand on your elbow to keep you from toppling. You bite your lip and his eyes fall to his touch, dropping his arm guiltily. 

"Sorry, miss," he says as he sweeps back a curly lock that droops down his forehead, putting his cap over his hair to hold it back, "didn't mean to scare ya." 

"It's fine," you nearly whisper. 

"I wanted to say sorry again for my friends, if I can call them that. They don't see ladies often and they forget their manners." 

"Really, it's okay," you insist with a squeak. 

"Nah, it isn't," he counters, "but I told 'em to leave you alone." 

"Oh, thank you," you look past him. 

There's a pause. Awkward as he digs his heel into the ground. He chuckles and rubs his hands together. 

"That looks heavy, can I help ya with that?" he asks. 

You look at your armful. You don't know if you should. Would he be mad if you say no? He hasn't been mean. 

"Just halfway," he offers, "not tryna creep on ya or nothing, I'll just walk you to your corner." 

You press your lips together. Your daddy wouldn't see him at the corner.  

"I really feel bad about those other jerks," he continues, "so least I can do is carry your groceries." 

"Okay," you utter. 

You stand stupidly as he grins at you. You catch a glimpse of his dark eyes and crooked smile before your eyes return to the ground. He gently reaches to shift the bag out of your arms and lifts it easily. He steps back and you feel his gaze hanging over you. 

"Which way am I goin?" he asks. 

"Oh, uh," you point past him. 

He turns and waits for you to come up beside him before he starts off. He's shorter than the others but his shoulders are broad. He's still got a couple inches on you, though he's much trimmer. You catch up and focus on keeping pace with him. 

"I'm Arvin," he says. 

"Um," you breathe and muster your name in return. 

"I like that. It's pretty. Hope you're husband wouldn't mind me sayin' so." 

"Husband? I'm not–" 

You stop at the corner as you wait for several cars to pass before crossing. A brown and white cruiser rolls past and you watch the bumper disappear down the next street. You continue on as Arvin kicks a pebble unwittingly. 

"Not married?" he finishes for you. 

"I live with my pa," you answer. 

"Course. You must be young then." 

"I'm grown," you insist.  

You hate how your daddy teases you in the same vein, especially when he has friends over. It felt worse coming from someone nearly your own age, or looks to be. 

"Ah, just wonderin'," he assures. 

You're quiet as you carry on. You know you shouldn't still be at home. Lots of girls in Knockemstiff marry before they finish school. You haven't even had a date, not a kiss, or a look in your direction. 

"Just up here," you point to the next corner. 

He nods and carries on, stopping at the end of the street as he turns to you, "you sure I can't walk you all the way?" 

"My pa wouldn't like that." 

"He loves you, huh?" 

"He's my pa," you shrug and reach for the bag. He hands it over reluctantly. 

"I hope I see ya around. I work down at the mill. For Mr. Haroldson. Case you're wonderin' where to find me." 

"Thanks," you hug the groceries. 

He gives a tight-lipped smile. Disappointment twitches in his cheek. 

"See ya ‘round then." 

"Maybe," you answer as you turn away. 

You continue down your street. Halfway, you look back. Still watching you, he waves and slowly walks back the way you came. You spin back along the old country road, houses speckled over flat fields. You pass the rusty old brown truck at the edge of your pa's property, the sheriff's cruiser parked closer to the shed. 

You didn't expect company tonight. It must've been the same cruiser you saw at the corner. Your dread bubbles up but you quickly tamp it down. The sheriff always makes you nervous. He's talkative and you're... not. 

As you go inside, you hear your pa grumbling. You put down the groceries as the screen door clatters and take off your tweed jacket. You hang it as you step out of your boots. 

"You know we miss you down at the station," Bodecker's voice nears as his footsteps lurk, "there she is." 

Before you can retrieve your haul, he has it in his arms, "how ya doin', baby girl?" 

His usual pet name makes you squirm. Your pa says it's just him being nice. You never say anything against it. 

"I got it–" 

You try to take the bag but he holds it away from you. 

"Nah, what kinda man would I be, let alone a sheriff, if I didn't help a lady?" 

He winks and turns away from you, leading you past the doorway of the front room. You peer over at your father as he scowls and gulps from a can of beer. The sheriff likely brought the appeasing six pack to ease his presence. 

"What's for dinner tonight?" Bodecker asks as he puts the bag on the counter, peering inside. 

"I'm making a meat pie," you explain as you go to the fridge, "be more than enough for company, if you like?" 

"Now, how'd such a sweet thing like you come from that old coot?" He smirks over as you take out the beef wrapped in brown paper. 

You shrug and take the cutting board from against the wall. He doesn't move as you set up around him. You hate how his eyes follow you. Every time he's around. 

"You don't gotta work?" You ask as you reach for the bag. He pushes it towards you as he steps closer, looming over you. 

"I'm off duty for the night. Think I might indulge with your daddy," he reaches into the bag, his belly brushing your elbow as he lifts out the rum, "good brand." 

"Pa likes it," you step away as you search the cupboard. 

"You're old enough, you could join us after dinner–" 

"I don't like the taste and my pa don't want me drinking," you kneel to pull a pan out from the drawer. 

"Good habit not to take up," he clunks the bottle on the counter and rests his hand on the neck, "that boy you were walkin' with, he your friend?" 

"Boy? No, he was being helpful is all." 

"Was he, now?" He comes closer as you stand, "I know that boy, he ain't helpful." 

You glance at him. His blue eyes cling to you and you don't miss how they wander to the top of your blouse. You put the pan down and turn to grab your apron.  

He comes up behind you and takes the string, tying them tight as you wince in surprise. 

"Well, you're young. I'm sure you're fixing to find a husband soon. I'm just lookin' out for you." 

"I'm not looking for a husband," you draw away from him, "thank you, sheriff." 

"Well, your daddy won't live forever. Who's gonna take care of you, then?" 

You face him and frown, "I don't wanna think about that, sheriff, and I got dinner to make." 

"I'm sorry, baby girl, I worry about you. How long have I known you? I can't help it." 

"Thank you, sheriff, for worrying, but I'll be just fine." 

He tilts his head, bemusement sparkles in his vibrant irises, "I'm sure ya will be, baby girl… very fine." 

He sidles away and you return to the counter, pulling a knife from the block. The sooner dinner's on the table, the sooner you can go hide. 

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You clear your plate first, dinner’s made less appetizing by the sheriff and his leer. Your father doesn't help as he drinks more than he talks and you're left to entertain Lee's comments about your cooking and the same blouse he'd seen you in a dozen times. 

As you stand, the sheriff slurps from his beer and watches you. His lips shine as he puts the can down and smirks, "baby girl, you mind gettin' me the ketchup?" 

You swallow and nod, "certainly, sheriff." 

You turn and carry your plate into the kitchen, clunking it down on the counter before pulling open the fridge. You take the glass bottle of Heinz and return to the dining room to set it down.  

"Pa, you need anything?" 

"Dammit, Marcy, leave me be. I told ya… patrol's been busy," he waves his hand at you dismissively, your mother's name giving you pause. Lee hesitates as he twists off the metal lid. 

"I… pa, I…" 

"Is this what you're gon' do? Pester me?" Your daddy slurs, "'cause what? She was only being nice, ya know? I was too, I couldn't say no–" 

"Jack," Lee reaches over and pats your father's arm with his knuckles, "ain't there a game on soon? That old radio still work?" 

Your father blinks drunkenly and scowls. He shakes his head and hiccups, swearing as he tries to drink from his empty can. He tosses it so it bounces off the edge of the table. 

"Course it does," he sneers. 

"You got twenty on the home team?" Lee goads, "I should lock ya up for gambling." 

"Ah shut up," your father glowers into a dark chuckle, "it's you that's gon pay me fifty anyhow. Can't lock a man up for winning." 

"Ah sure, Jack," Lee stands and claps your father's shoulder, "come on. We’re missing the first." 

You don’t miss how the sheriff shifts his grip and lurches your father out of his chair. He gives him a nudge toward the front room and glances back at you. You should be grateful for the redirection, yet the leer in his eyes only makes you nervous. You know he’ll be wanting thanks for that for a long time to come. 

“How about you bring some of that rum out with dessert?” Lee smirks as he follows your father towards the den. 

You don’t mention that you didn’t have anything planned for dessert. He doesn’t wait for you to say so. He chuckles and teases your dad again about the wager. 

You’ll have to come up with something. You might be able to spare enough for cream puffs. Those were always ma’s specialty. 

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AFTERGLOW | Mick Schumacher

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summary: mick's girlfriend knows that something's wrong with him. after talking to her dad and her stepmother, she decides to face her boyfriend.

word count: 2956

warnings: angst. bad language. mick being aggressive. use of y/n.

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If Sebastian's retirement announcement had hurt you, the way you boyfriend had been acting towards you, for no apparent reason, hurt even more. 

You were on you father's terrace, with your legs stretched out on a chair in front of you and the sun shining on your face as you watched the latest news about Taylor Swift. Beside you, Hanna was tending to her baby, who was in her arms playing with a small plush toy you bought her that surprisingly become her favorite. Sebastian appeared out of nowhere carrying a tray full of snacks and drinks, which he carefully placed on the table before immediately caressing the heads of the women in his life. The German sat beside his wife facing you, his eldest daughter.

As much as you enjoyed visiting your family for no reason, today's visit had a reason with a name and surname: Mick Schumacher. Since both of you had finally decided to start a romantic relationship, everything had been a bed of roses. However, the past few weeks have been hell. The boy's behavior towards you had changed radically. What used to be a daily routine filled with laughter, gratitude and support had turned into distance and avoidance, as if they you college students living together during the school year because they had no other choice.

Before starting to speak, you poured yourself some lemonade that Vettel had made hours earlier with her, and took a slight sip despite being really thirsty. You felt nervous as you began to initiate the conversation, but the warm looks you father and stepmother were giving you helped you relax.

"I need to share something with you," you began, "because if I don't tell someone, I feel like I'm going to end everything I've fought for all this time. Plus, I feel like you're the ones who can help me the most in this regard," you added.

The couple exchanged curious looks, not knowing what you were referring to. Any idea passed through Hanna's mind, while the Aston Martin driver could only think of the possibility that his little one might be pregnant. Hanna could see the panic in her husband's face; she simply placed her free hand on the German's thigh and gently caressed it, trying to calm him down. They shouldn't jump to conclusions too quickly, and that seemed to be what his wife was telling him as she gave Sebastian a glance.

"I've noticed that Mick has been behaving very strangely lately," you began to explain. "I don't know what's going on in his head, but we hardly talk, we don't usually go out of the house like we used to and... well, let's say we don't show as much affection to each other anymore," you said apologetically, trying not to get angry at the laughter your father was making. "I feel like the Mick I've known all this time has been just a mirage, and I don't know what to do about it."

Sebastian and Hanna exchanged knowing looks, and the woman let him speak first.

"Y/N, I understand what you mean, but you have to know the pressure Mick faces daily," the blonde explained lovingly. "Formula 1 is like that: it doesn't just drag you, but also those you love the most. Your boyfriend has many eyes on him, and as if that weren't enough, he bears the responsibility of carrying on his father's legacy."

The older blonde agreed with her husband. She passed the little one to Seb, got up quickly and sat next to you,now cry out of frustration, and started to caress your hair lovingly as a comfort.

"Your father is right, Y/N, and I have to agree with him because I've been with him for almost twenty years," Hanna commented. "Every person has a completely different way of dealing with stress. Sebastian used to yell at me every time he breathed, and look," she pointed at him, "here we are. Some people open up to anyone they meet, and others shut themselves off to avoid worrying those they love the most," she stated. "Just because Mick isn't like he was a few weeks ago doesn't mean his feelings towards you have changed. Sometimes, they just need space and a little time to silence the demons in their heads."

You nodded, taking a sip from the glass you held in your hands to calm your nerves. You let out a sigh you had been holding in for quite some time, worried about the possible reaction the two in front of you might have. They continued to talk about more trivial matters, and that conversation, although short, had been very meaningful, was set aside, although not for the girl, who continued to torture herself wondering what she could do to make Mick feel better while listening to talk about baby care and nurseries.

"Thank you, dad. Thank you, Hanna," you replied, getting up from your seat and looking at the adults. "I guess I needed the advice of someone who might have gone through the same thing as I am right now," you objected. "I promise I'll do my best not to despair anymore. I'll let you know when I know more."

The couple got up shortly after you, already heading towards the door, possibly to return to the apartment you shared with Schumacher. Sebastian, still holding the baby, opened the door, unable to say anything else. Hanna, on the other hand, smiled warmly at you and gave you a hug.

"Remember, we're here for you, sweetheart," your father's wife said kindly. "Communication is key in any relationship. If you see that Mick is still not ready to talk about it, give him space, but don't forget to remind him that you're there for whatever he needs."

You nodded and left the residence, leaving the driver and his wife somewhat worried about what could happen between you two.

You opened the door to your home with trembling hands, feeling a pressure in your chest from the concern about the scene your eyes would encounter as soon as you entered.

The first thing that greeted you was the sound of hooves scratching the parquet floor, which soon grew louder as Angie approached rapidly to welcome you home again. You bent down, leaving your belongings aside, and took some time to caress your furry friend, whom you had grown fond of since the moment her owner introduced her to you. While admiring the way the animal's tail moved, you began to hear the running water from the shower, a sign that Mick was home, as you had hoped.

Sitting on the couch and staring at the TV, whose screen was filled with deceptive advertisements for food and clothing, you heard a door open and steps that seemed to be approaching you. You took a deep breath and prepared yourself for what was about to come when you saw her boyfriend walk past you, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, drying his hair with another smaller towel.

You decided that things couldn't go on like this, so you approached the boy more angrily than you thought, who was preparing dinner, obviously, just for himself.

"Yes, love, I had a great time with Seb and Hanna. Thanks for asking how my day went!" you shouted sarcastically.

Schumacher turned around, leaving the wooden spoon on the bowl in which his salad was being prepared. Your face was fully red, and your aggressive demeanor reminded him of Sebastian's moments of fury at Red Bull. The German looked at you coldly, and you only felt his blue eyes radiating hatred, something you had never seen in the boy before.

If you weren't up for games that night, neither was Mick.

"I don't care how your day went," the blue-eyed one responded disdainfully, "but if you had such a great time with your perfect family, maybe you should consider moving in with them."

The driver’s statement hurt you more than if you had been stabbed in the stomach. You couldn't believe the words coming out of the mouth of the one you considered the love of your life. When you opened your mouth to reply and yell a thousand worse things at him, the words got stuck in your throat. Schumacher made a move to leave, but you reluctantly took his hand to keep talking to him. For you, things weren't going to stay like this. 

"After everything we've been through to get here, is this how you're paying me back?!" you exploded, releasing all the anger you had accumulated. "Is this the way you planned to treat me from the beginning?"

The driver turned to you, his jaw tense. His arms were crossed, and he was squeezing his clenched fists tighter and tighter.

"I don't know what you're talking about, blondie," he spat with disdain. "If you feel so bad, maybe you should reconsider what this relationship means to you."

You approached him with fury, and began to hit him in the chest with your hands. You were tired of, at any point in your life, the people she loved the most ending up hurting her.

"You have no idea what you mean to me!" you got closer and closer to Mick, who seemed to feel small compared to you. "You became my everything when I had nothing, but now you've become a stranger with whom it would seem ridiculous to say that I've shared traumas from my life that no one knows."

"You have no right to judge me, Y/N!" roared the boy with a voice filled with aggression. "You don't know what I have to face every day: criticism, expectations, my father, you, the team..." He raised his hands in the air as he spoke. "Do you think it's easy being in this messed up world?"

"It's not just about you, Mick!" you exclaimed, tears starting to blur your vision. "It's about us and everything we've been through together!"

Words continued to fly in the room, laden with pain and anger, exchanged between the couple as if in a tennis match. You had reached a point where the argument wasn't focused on trying to resolve whatever was happening between you, but on hurting each other with hurtful comments, fighting to see who could inflict more damage.

"This makes no sense, Y/N," Mick shouted in frustration. His gaze was filled with panic and accumulated anger. He felt it increasingly difficult, at that point in the argument, to contain his rage.

"Love, please, calm down," your voice trembled. "We're not getting anywhere, just giving the neighbors a free show that we'll regret later," you pleaded.

Schumacher didn't relent. He felt a wave of helplessness washing over his body. He reached out his muscular arm and grabbed the first object he could find, a frame with a picture of him with you and Angie on a day you spent in the mountains, and threw it against the wall mercilessly. The sound of impact and shattering glass echoed throughout the room, accompanied by the sobs and gasps of air from the young woman.

You couldn't help but step back, feeling increasing pressure in your chest and filled with fear. You knew the boy was losing control of the situation, and you were afraid it would escalate to physical violence against you. You had experienced that kind of abuse with your mother, and you didn't want to relive it with the same person who once told you that love didn't hurt.

"Mick, stop, this isn't you!" you cried out in anguish. "What's wrong with you?"

The German clenched his fists tighter.

"I've already told you, Y/N: you don't understand! You can't possibly understand. The pressure, the expectations... it's all overwhelming," he sighed anxiously, "and I feel like it's going to break me at any moment."

You approached him slowly, but at a safe distance, in an attempt to calm him down that you hoped wouldn't be in vain.

"We're in this together, sweetheart. Why don't you confide in me instead of shouting at me like a madman in an asylum?"

"Because I don't want you involved in this," Mick looked at you with a mix of anger and pain. "You've had enough worries in your life already."

You went cold, speechless in response. The blonde seemed to have calmed down. Now, his gaze begged you to keep speaking because, if not, he would go crazy at any moment.

"Mick, I love you," you continued as best you could, "and that means I want to be there for you, even in the toughest moments. You can't expect me to walk away when you need me the most."

"It's not that simple, Y/N," the driver paced back and forth, seeking a way to remedy everything he had caused during those weeks of tormenting Gunther. "The pressure is overwhelming, and the comparisons with my father are becoming less bearable," he confessed. "People don't care how hard I try. They always end up making me feel like I’m not good enough."

The blonde took a deep breath, struggling to keep calm while seeing that the root of the problem was surfacing:

"And how do you expect our relationship to work if you shut yourself off? I can't guess what's going on in your head if you don't tell me," you said in a barely audible whisper.

"Because I don't want to be a burden to you!" he retorted. "I don't want you to see me as a failure."

Determined to end all the fuss, you took a step forward and, despite the boy's protests, ended up taking his hands and directing his gaze to yours.

"Mick, you're not a failure: you're human," you said. "Making more or fewer mistakes is completely normal, and I'm here to support you and make you see that," you expressed sincerely. "I don't care what people think or say about you. To me, you'll always be the best at what you do, and there won't be a comment that will change my mind."

He looked at you. Angie had clumsily approached the boy's leg, stroking him and causing him some tickles with her fur, something that made you laugh in that moment of tension.

"What do you want me to do, Y/N? How can I move forward with all this?",

Feeling her resistance beginning to dissipate, you rushed to give him a hug, something the boy didn't reject. You both had missed each other, and the gentle caresses you shared in that brief moment were proof of that.

"Start by trusting me. Share what worries you and what you're afraid of. You don't have to fight alone: you know I'm here for whatever you need."

Mick, with his eyes full of tears threatening to fall, held you tightly to his chest, trying not to hurt you.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he whispered with a trembling voice, "for everything. My contract with Haas... it's over. Gunther doesn't trust me for next year."

You quickly pulled away from Mick. You had been left in suspense, and your boyfriend's pale face had already given you many clues, such as why he had told you before the cooling of your relationship that he didn't want to continue racing, or how Seb's retirement didn't affect him as much as you had thought it would.

Mick had faced very painful and traumatic experiences, such as his father's accident. However, although his dismissal might seem less significant than the former, for his girlfriend, it was more serious because there was nothing worse than someone compromising your mental health, and that was exactly what Gunther Steiner had been doing to her guy.

You approached him with slow steps and hugged him once again.

"Darling..." you whispered, trying to sound as understanding as possible. "It's okay, alright? Gunther doesn't deserve you. Besides, I'm sure that when something bad ends, something better begins."

Schumacher collapsed into your arms, tears finally escaping from his eyes. The mask he had been wearing for all the previous weeks had finally shattered, revealing a vulnerable version of himself that he didn't want you to discover.

"I feel like a failure," the blonde sobbed with a choked tone due to the tears. "I've fought so hard, I've given everything I have even when I couldn't anymore... and it seems like it's never enough."

You hugged him tighter, tenderly, hearing the boy's quick heartbeats loud and clear.

"You're not a failure, Mick," you revealed to him. "You have so much talent and you can do great things, it's just that you started your career in a crappy team with even crappier treatment," the boy laughed, music to your ears. "This is just a bump in the road, and you and I are going to get through it together."

"I don't know what I'd do without you, love," Mick looked at you tenderly, mentally regretting his behavior over the past few weeks.

"I'll always be here for you, truly," you continued, gently stroking his cheek. "You're so much more than race results, and I won't stop telling you until you believe it, even when you get tired of hearing me say it so much!"

You ended up laughing heartily, initiated by Mick. Maybe you weren't the perfect duo in the eyes of others, but you were for yourselves and those who knew you best.

If the invisible string theory was real, you and Mick were proof of it. You could even say the same about the multiverse hypothesis: in this one, and in millions more, a stubborn blonde couple, no matter the problems you had to face, would end up together, whatever it took.

[loving-strawberry]

✶Stray Kids reacting to their s/o ignoring when she's being sexualized✶ (HCS)

Summary: You are being sexualized by people because of your body, but you're so used to this, that you simply choose to ignore that.

It was a request!

A little note: To the person who requested, if you read this, I'm really sorry for what is happening to you:( Also, I couldn't really do exactly as you asked me, because my brain is refusing to cooperate with me sometimes! But I hope you like it!

Warning: Swearing. Some comments about body parts. Mention of food and drinks. Probably some writing errors.

Genre: A bit of angst. Fluff. (I don't know other ones???)

Pairing: Bf!Skz x Fem!Reader

Bang Chan☆

He was simply shocked when this happened for the first time in front of him

You two were just taking a stroll in a park, enjoying together your little time off both of you had that same day, which is a pretty rare occasion

And all of a sudden you hear some nasty and disgusting comments about your body coming from an old man

While poor Chan was feeling sick hearing that someone could say something like this in the a public space, without feeling ashamed of themselves, you simply ignored it

"My love, how could you just ignore something like that? Do you want me to go and talk to him??"

"Channie, it's ok. I'm used to it by now."

Now he's even more shocked

What do you mean used to it???

How many times did this happened???

Why didn't you told him anything yet???

He has so many questions and he feels so bad that there's not much he can do about your situation...

Lee Minho☆

This was happening as the two of you were on a date at a restaurant

And one man who was sitting at the next table, was looking intensely at your chest, even throughout your shirt

You just ignored his gross looks and focused on other things

But your boyfriend couldn't

He was pissed.

He doesn't want to accept that someone is looking at you like you're some kind of object and you to just ignore it like it's a normal thing

Even if it is normal for you, unfortunately

"You need to stand up for yourself when this happens!"

"Why? It's much more easier to just ignore them and don't show any reaction. They wouldn't understand anyway."

If you don't stand up for yourself when this happens to you, he will

And next time this happens, Minho will send deadly glares towards the people who dares sexualize you in any way

If that doesn't work, he'll go and have a little talk with them

You will need to stop him before getting his ass in trouble with JYP

Seo Changbin☆

This one takes place at the gym

You were doing some squats, and a group of men was constantly checking your butt and disgustingly smirking at each other

And of course, doing unnecessary comments

Wants to have a little talk with them part 2... Even though he's outnumbered

But stops when he sees that you don't give a flying fuck about this whole situation

"Babe, you really don't care? The way they commented about your body is unacceptable and disgusting..."

"Bin, I'm used to it. It's happening more often than you think."

Now he's all pouting, sad and disappointed with himself for not noticing sooner

And of course, disappointed with the people who can do such things

"You shouldn't be used to this, babe..."

Hwang Hyunjin☆

During one of your photoshoots for modeling, the photographer was starting to make you pose more and more sexy

Indecent actually

Like, almost Playboy style

But you just tried to brush it off

On the other hand, Hyunjin, who came along with you just to keep you company during this session, wasn't exactly happy about what just happened

He's having a pit in his stomach after all of that and you can tell he's angry

He will just tell the photographer to fuck off and takes you out of that place as fast as possible

"Hyunnie, what's wrong??"

"You're seriously asking this...? You've just been sexualized and you're asking me what's wrong?"

"It was happening so many than you could think off... I just don't care too much anymore."

Now he's furious and grossed out.

Of course Hyunjin wouldn't let you go back to the same photographer, despite your reassurances that everything is fine

And he'll search himself for someone else who to be trusted with you

Han Jisung☆

(I don't have any ideas of scenarios here🙃)

You two went out for some ice cream, and suddenly someone says something like 'I have something better for you to lick'

Han is about to go and deal with him, until you stop him

"Ji, don't waste your time with that."

"But-..."

"Just ignore him."

He's honestly confused as to how unbothered you are

Makes him question himself how many times did this happened before and never noticed

"Does... Does this happened frequently...?"

"Yeah."

"HUH?!?"

He'll start from now on to look after you and pay attention to your surroundings constantly

Lee Felix☆

You both were at a TV show when this happens and having an interview

After a while, the hosts attention is focused just on you and starts telling suggestive jokes about you

Probably to entertain who's watching the show

But you don't pay attention at all to them

Felix by now is mad.

And a little disappointed that you don't react at all about this

You know the expressions he always have when he's jealous/mad about something?

Yeah... That's how I'm imagining him right now

Moving on...

After the show is over, of course he'll start questioning you

"How could you just brush those jokes off like you being sexualized is a normal thing???"

"Because it's a normal thing, unfortunately."

"What...?"

Poor Felix, he will probably start crying after hearing this :(

Kim Seungmin☆

(Out of ideas part2)

Location for this one?

The beach.

You are wearing a one piece costume, not feeling like showing too much skin this time

But this never stopped two man to approach you

And starts make unnecessarily comments about how you should wear a bikini instead, because that's what men wants to see

Seungmin went to get you two drinks, and right when they said those gross things, he came back

He expected you to say something back to those men

But you straight up ignored them and started scrolling on your phone

Leaving Seungmin to get rid of the pests

He just fake tripped on his own feet and threw the cold drinks, with ice in them, on the men skin

Skin that probably was warm of because how much they stood in the sun

They just scattered away in the contact with the extremely cold liquids, and muttering some curses under their breaths

"I didn't know you can be so lame to not talk back in these situations."

"I talked back enough. No one listened. So I don't bother anymore."

"... I'll go grab other drinks..."

Most likely feels bad for saying that now that he knows you're struggling with this everyday

Will make sure to be the who speaks up for you next time something similar happens again

Yang Jeongin☆

I.N was doing a live, with you being somewhere in the background, laying in bed and minding your own business

You were also reading some of the comments that people had left in I.N chat, from your phone

Both of you saw a pretty nasty comment left from a "fan" about your body and how hot you looked laying like that in bed

But neither of you said anything about it

I.N didn't said anything, cuz he hopped you didn't saw it

You just ignored the comment, truth be told

Shortly after that comment was left in poor boy's chat, he ended it, feeling too sick to continue the live

"Are you ok, Innie? You look a little pale..."

"Y-Yeah... It's just... I read a comment that made me feeling unsettled."

"Oh? The one about me? I just ignored it. I've gotten even worse."

If I.N wasn't pale before, he is now

He just couldn't understand how anyone could say something like this so easily

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Could you rank the TBP boys about how who is the fastest to slowest to confess? Thanks for reading and writing : )

thanks for requesting! I'm aware that this post came in months ago, but I was swamped with school and sports, so sorry. enjoy!

Bruce

I think Bruce would be the quickest to confess due to his confidence.

His personality plus his general popularity with girls would definitely fuel his ego, so he wouldn't think too hard on confessing.

I think he generally just gets along with all people, no matter their personality, so if u were to be more stoic or quiet, it wouldn't stir him up when it comes to reading u.

He's good with social cues, so if u wanted a big, flashy confession with a lot of attention, he'd cook up something big. If ur more like me and would prefer something more private and intimate, then he'd take u to a secluded area and pronounce he feelings for u without being too cheesy.

Billy

I think Billy would confess next because I dont think he cares about rejection.

Like he would want you to say yes, and would obviously be disappointed if you said no, but he would get over it fairly quickly.

He'd probably write something sweet in a newspaper or something and deliver it to ur house, praying that ur parent/parents don't notice it.

Sorry if his seems lacking in a way. He just doesn't get enough screen time for me to get a good judge of his character, other than him being hilariously sassy.

Vance

I think Vance would kinda be in the middle.

I was gonna put him in second to last place, but then I thought about a bit more.

I feel like he'd confess to u so his life could return to normal.

Like, him realizing his feelings for u literally destroyed his world, and he thinks the only way his dangerously nice thoughts about u will cease if he either confesses or tries to scares u and his feelings away.

I think he'd try the latter first, and literally become a big evil monster towards u.

He'd snap at u for basically nothing, yell at u, be 10 times as mean, and genuinely go out of his way to be a total ass towards u.

If his crude behavior distances u from him after being verbally abused way tok much, he'd be happy at first, thinking that without u in his life, his thoughts would return to normal and he could finally focus on pinball.

But after a few weeks, he actually finds himself missing ur presence. So instead of apologizing like a normal person, he decides to confess his feelings right out of the blue! very clever vance😐

So if spots u alone at school, he'll just pull u over and confess in the most confusing, unromantic way possible.

He won't expect a romantic relationship right and away (and u shouldn't either), but this could be the beginning to a healthy friendship and perhaps something more in the future.

Robin

Robin would be second to last, probably because he doesn't want u getting involved with his never-ending beef with the majority of the kids at school (the bullies).

He thinks that if he starts a relationship, his opps will go after u to hurt him (he's probably right).

So, although he steers away from a romantic relationship, he tries to become close friends with u to intimidate other potential suitors.

He'd use bf like behavior with u while also trying to be ur friend, and it was honestly very confusing.

I just think the mixed signals he'd be sending would be too annoying and confusing, to the point where you'd just have to confront him.

So he'll stumble over his words, and just give off awkward teen vibes before he actually gets to his point.

If u reciprocate, then you'd have to agree to not being too flashy with ur new relationship and take things slow.

You'd also need to know how to throw a punch or sm cause those ugly school vultures are unpredictable.

Finney

suprise suprise Finney's last!

Given his shy personality, low self-esteem, and his experience with bullies, it's obvious it would take him a while to confess.

He'd watch u from afar for a while, so you'd def have to start up a conversation.

Yalls' relationship would very much be a slow burn, filled with awkward moments, hidden meanings behind simple words, subtle affectionate gestures, and a lot of teasing from Gwen.

He'd accidentally blurt it out one day, taking u completely by suprise.

He'll instantly try to dismiss it, rapidly trying to change the subject.

But if u press him, then you'll get a proper confession, and the rest is up to u!

thank u for reading!!

[elllisaaa]

Hii, if you don’t mind I have two requests 🤍

Fluff mixed with angst: reader is in a relationship with jay, but she sometimes feels like he neglects her a bit because of his friendship with jungwon (she feels like she’s third wheeling in her own relationship)

Smut/angst/comfort: soft dom taking readers virginity (she’s really shy and also insecure about her body but he finds her extremely attractive and wants to show it)

I love soft dom jay

hii anonie ! thank you so much for sending me these requests ! i only wrote the first one because i'm not comfortable writing about reader being a virigin, i'm sorry. i hope you'll like this nonetheless, take care !

JAY has been very clear with you since you started this Relationship : he loves you a lot, and that means he's always going to put you first and spoil you. and honestly, he's doing a very good job at making you feel good about yourself. everyday when you send him a pic of your outfit, he praises you. he's here for you when you need to, and don't ever think about paying anything when you go out together.

that's why you feel a little guilty right now. you shouldn't be bothered by jay's friendship with jungwon, right ? it doesn't feel okay to make a comment about it, but you still feel bad sometimes. whenever jungwon comes by your apartment, or that the three of you hang out together, it's almost like you're third wheeling in your own relationship.

jay always wants you to communicate about your feelings, but this time, you don't want to. you know that it's only going to hurt him, and you want him to be happy. you don't want to become the kind of girlfriend who stops her boyfriend from going out with his friends. jay is treating you like a princess, like a queen everyday, and you want to treat him like a prince, like a king too.

but you can't help the way your heart aches every time he leaves you alone to go out with jungwon, or when the other boy comes over only for the both of them to play video games for hours and barely acknowledge your presence. that's why you're currently trying to distract yourself from the fact that jay spent his only day off of the week with his friend by baking some cupcakes - because it takes a lot of time, and you need to be completely focused when you're decorating them, thus making it the best activity to take off your mind from the invading thoughts."

"i'm home, love." you welcome your boyfriend as he enters the kitchen. you're putting the last final touch to your batch of cupcakes with a proud smile on your face. "you made cupcakes ? they're really pretty, darling." jay kisses you on the cheek as wraps his arms around you. and you should feel good and comforted in his embrace, as always, but today it's impossible. so you quickly detach yourself from him, trying to make it look as natural as possible by starting to do the dishes.

jay frowned as you put distance between you and him. you're always so cuddly and touchy, especially when you haven't seen him all day. something might have happen to you while he was with jungwon, and anyway, something is definitely off. "is there something wrong, y/n ?" - "not at all. why are you asking me that ?" you try to stay focused on the dishes, but you can feel tears pricking your eyes. and jay is too observant for his own good sometimes, so he immediately notices. he tenderly grabs your hand, forcing you to let go of the plates you were washing. his fingers intertwined with yours, his soft gaze diving into your glistening eyes. "love, i can see that you're not doing well. you know that you can talk to me. what's going on ?"

you don't want to cry, but you can't stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks as you think about the afternoon you spent alone, baking, while jay was away. you just wanted him with you today, and he wasn't there. jay is quick to hold you close against him, his fingers running through your hair as he murmurs reassuring words in hopes it would soothe you. once you're a little more calm, he cups your face, his thumbs brushing against your soft skin and wiping your tears away. "what's going on, darling ?" - "it's stupid, forget it." - "it's not stupid if it makes you cry. please, tell me."

you avoid his eyes for a few seconds, taking a deep breath. "it's just… i waited all week for your day off and i thought we would spend it together. but then you went to hang out with jungwon, and sometimes i feel like you love to spend time with him more than with me. and i don't want to seem too jealous or possessive, and i don't want you to stop seeing him but… but sometimes i wish you would spend a little more time with me instead, or that you would pay attention to me when he's coming over. i don't know, i just feel a little left out sometimes."

jay feels a pang in his chest at your words. how can he make his sweet, perfect girlfriend feel this bad ? he feels like an idiot too, for not having noticed that sooner. he claims to be boyfriend material, but this is definitely something that is not. "i'm sorry, love. i'm so sorry. i didn't know you felt like that." - "i'm good at hiding it, and i didn't want you to feel trapped or anything." you can see jay's eyes shining as he presses his forehead against yours. "you could never make me feel like that, never. i'm happy to be with you, and i love to spend time with you more than with anyone else. i know that i've been spending a lot of time with jungwon lately, but i didn't notice how much, and i'm sorry if i made you feel like i didn't care about you. that's not true, love, i hope you know that." you nod with a small smile. of course, you know that he does, he shows you everyday how grateful he is to be by your side.

"i'm glad you told me, and i promise i'm going to be more careful now, yeah ? i never want you to feel like that again. if i do, you can slap me." you chuckle at his words, and jay can't help the smile growing on his face too. "i'm serious, love. you're my number one priority, and that's not gonna change. i love you." - "thank you, baby. you know that i love you too." - "i know." you smile at each other, and when jay leans down to peck your lips, you reciprocate. it's hard to kiss when you're both smiling like fools in love, but it makes you feel safe. and you know that whenever you need him, jay will be there, he'll always be there.

[ddejavvu]

Hungman - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake's camboy endeavors are not unbeknownst to you, and one day you take him up on a teasing offer to join

Requested: ohhh how about thoughts on camboy Jake (screen name Hungman) whose best friend walks in on him after a show and he jokingly invites her to join him next time. she accepts (shocking Jake bc she’s lil miss sweet, shy, good girl) and when it comes show time he finds out just how nasty his bestie can be (I’m talking her begging him to be mean and nasty and “spank me daddy please!!!” which blows his mind). he makes bank that night and invites her back to his bed anytime. show or not.

Contents/Warnings: best friend/roommate!jake, smut (minors dni), rough sex, oral sex (m receiving), AFAB/fem!reader, ever-so-slight degradation, p in v but from the back, penetration, no mention of protection, teasing/joking daddy kink (she says it once to piss him off so it's not really a kink i don't think), camboy!jake

WC: 2.8K / navigation

feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!

"Jake, I found the rub you were looking for last week, it was only- woah!"

You come to a screeching halt in the doorway, watching as your roommate doesn't seem rushed at all to cover up his bare lower half. He's got a lazy smirk on his face, standing with his sweat-slicked chest on display as his hands hover almost uselessly over his dick.

"Oh, good," He nods, holding eye contact with you as your gaze threatens to slip lower, "Meat for dinner tonight. then. Sorry," He apologizes a moment too late, glancing down at his bare form, "Stream ended late."

"No worries," You give him a small smile, bag clutched tighter in your hands, "Sometimes I forget you do those things, m'never here to see 'em."

"Oh, yeah? You wanna be?" Jake chuckles, reaching for a towel while keeping one hand still over his cock. As big as his hand is, it's no use there.

"Wouldn't mind joining," You shrug, "It would be nice to have some extra pocket cash."

"Joining?" Jake's laugh is even more incredulous now, and he rubs the towel through his sweaty hair rather than wrapping it around his midsection, "Darlin', the day you join me is the day I'll keel over in shock."

--

You march towards Jake's room clad in tight lingerie, black lace snug to your skin.

"Get ready to keel over," You command, stepping over a stray sock in his doorway, "Ready to do this thing?"

"Woah!" Jake's eyes widen as he turns, clad in only tight briefs. It gives you a very intimate view of his clothed cock, and all of a sudden the fabric seems a lot tighter.

"What's the plan?" You ask, readjusting the strap of your bra, "Just, drop down on the floor and fuck like rabbits?"

"Y/N," Jake breathes, chest heaving with shock, "What- what are you doing?"

"You said I could be here," You huff, cocking a hip out and crossing your arms, making your tits pop, "What, you changed your mind? I wasn't kidding, I need money."

"You're really joining?" Jake asks, face the picture of a disgruntled Ken doll.

"No, Jake," You sneer, narrowing your eyes, "I was actually planning on going for a walk in the park. Just wanted to see if you'd join me."

"Alright, alright," Jake's shoulder slump from where they're tensed at his ears, "No need to get snippy, missy."

You see his dick twitch. He likes snippy.

After a bout of awkward silence, Jake gestures to a camera set up on his desk.

"Camera's there," He reaches up to scratch the back of his neck, "Not on yet, though. We're gonna go live, so I can't edit out your face. You got a mask, or something?"

"Nah," You shake your head, "Not unless you want me wearing your helmet."

"That's-" Another dick twitch, briefs straining to contain him, "-not a bad idea. But I probably shouldn't use government-issued equipment for porn."

"No fun," You lament, striding over to the bed and crawling onto the mattress on your hands and knees. You're fully presented to him, ass up and head down, wriggling your hips as you wait for the beep of the camera.

"So," You shimmy, "Anytime soon, big guy?"

"You're really ready for this?" Jake asks, hovering by the camera with an uncertain gaze.

"Just-" You huff, straining to meet his eye with a desperate look in your own, "Fuck me, Jake!"

His eyes darken, his jaw clenches, and you swear his briefs nearly rip.

"Okay," He murmurs, low and dangerous, and you hear the click of the camera's recording button.

"You," Jake drawls, sidling up behind you and gripping your hips in his strong hands, "Have been a very naughty girl."

You scoff at his stereotypical porno-style dialogue, playing along anyways, "Oh, yeah? What did I do, daddy?"

You hear his breathing hitch, and his fingers dig harder into your flesh.

"You've been watching my streams," He murmurs, dangerous and accusatory. Your stomach bottoms out, you have. You aren't sure how he's figured you out, but you have, and until now, you'd thought you were getting away with it. He wasn’t hard to find, and you have to give him credit for his creative screen name: Hungman.

"All this time," He hums, slowly smoothing his hand over the fleshy globes of your ass, "You've been buried under the covers in your room, those pretty little hands of yours sinking in your cunt, huh?"

Then, after a moment of silence, he hums, "Yeah?"

You nod, almost shamefully, and you're given a sharp smack to the ass in response.

It makes you cry out, and your voice blends with Jake as he roars, "Answer me!"

"Yes!" You yelp, breathing heavy as you push your ass further towards him, in search of another surge of pleasure, "Yes, I- I've been watching your videos."

"And last week," He drawls, rubbing your sore ass with his massive, rough hand, "Caught me damn near naked. You think I didn't see how flustered you were? Think I didn't notice how tense those shoulders were, huh?" Jake's large hand moves up your back, squeezing at your tight shoulder. You gasp at the feeling, his fingers prodding at sensitive muscles.

"This whole time," He stalks around to the front of the bed, cock out and hard near your face. It makes your mouth water; you nearly choke on your drool.

"This whole time you've been thinkin' about me, haven't you?" Jake asks, running a soft hand through your hair, "Fingers buried in that wet cunt of yours, stuffin' a shirt- my shirt in your mouth to stop from moanin'."

"How do you-" You stammer, but Jake cuts you off, hand tightening in your hair.

"I saw you." He reveals, "'Came in to give you your laundry. You left the door open, baby. Did you want me to see?"

"No," You shake your head, but it doesn't go far with his hand in your hair, "No, I- I didn't know you were home."

"Didn't know," Jake scoffs, dick stiff, "I walk like a damn elephant, Y/N. You knew."

"I didn't mean for you to see me," You insist, but oh, you did, "Honest, Jake, I swear!"

"Don't swear," He sneers, letting go of your hair to lean over and swat at your ass again, "This is what you wanted, baby. This is it," He slips a hand under his hard cock, pushing it towards your face, "Take it, darlin'. Take it, this is what you wanted."

You lean to the side, tongue already out in anticipation of taking Jake's dick into your mouth. But the second before you can get a taste, though, he backs away a step, leaving you open-mouthed and whining.

"Look at that," He chuckles, reaching with his free hand to grip your jaw, thumbs hollowing out your cheeks, "So desperate. You opened right up for me, baby."

"Mhm," You struggle to speak through the grip Jake has on your cheeks, "Yeah. Want your- your cock, Jake."

"Filthy," He scoffs, releasing your face to land yet another smack against your ass. You let out a broken whine through pursed lips, but you feel the head of Jake's cock bump them, and you're opening your mouth eagerly once more.

"Take it," He scoffs, "You want it so damn bad. There," He jerks his hips forward, jamming his dick so far into your mouth that it's nearly down your throat, "That good enough for you, baby? That what'cha wanted?"

"Mhm," You nod vigorously, mouth subsequently sliding up and down the shaft of his cock. "Thank you," You pant around his length, words mumbled and drooly, "Thank you, Jake."

"Good manners," He praises you with a cocky glance towards the camera, "Showing off for the audience?"

You give your hips a wiggle for the camera, and your ass jiggles with the movement. Jake groans, fisting a hand in your hair once more, "Come on baby, don't tease."

He tugs you further onto his cock with the hand he's tangled in your hair, and your throat constricts without warning, an involuntary gag. You choke, spluttering and coughing as he barely lets up, hand not only pulling your head forwards but pushing it down, too, fully taking your mouth with his hard length.

You run your tongue against the underside of his cock and curl it up around the tip. It's difficult to do with how deep he's buried inside your mouth, but you rear back against his hold and take a gulp of fresh air with the motion of your tongue. When your wet muscle flicks through his slit he hisses, hand nearly ripping your hair out.

"God," He gasps, this time using his grip on your hair to pull you off of his cock, grunting and groaning as you chase after him with your mouth, "Ease up, darlin'. Easy, I- I've gotta get inside you."

The only way you'll let him take his cock out of your mouth if is he puts it inside of you. You go limp, knees already tired and arms even worse. But nothing deters you from the excitement of being fucked from behind by Jake.

When you feel his large, rough fingers tug at the strap of your panties, you expect them to ghost over your ass. But they plunge for your cunt instead, prodding at the end of your slit.

"Ah!' You seize up, stiff as you try getting a glimpse of him, "Jake, I-"

"I don't have the patience to work you open," Jake apologizes, thumbing gently over your tight asshole, "Your cunt's already wet, darlin', just- god," His fingers hit a gush of slick and slip easily into your pussy, "I need to be inside you now."

"Okay," You nod, panting as Jake's fingers nudge roughly at your clit, "Oh, god, Jake, just- fuck me!"

"Don't make me spank you again," He grumbles, one hand guiding his dick towards the end of your slick slit, "I am, brat."

"Yeah?" You wriggle your hips, egging him on, "Can't feel you yet. Maybe you don't have as big of a dick as I thought, cowboy."

Jake chooses to show, not tell. In a quick second, his cock is rammed so far into your cunt, you see stars. Your only warning had been the soft stretch of his thick fingers, but this, this is rough, aggressive, demanding.

"Feel it now?" Jake spits, leaning over your back to sneer against your ear, "'S rippin' your pretty little cunt open, darlin'. Still think it ain't that big?"

"Use it," You grunt, gritting your teeth so that you don't moan. You don't want him to have the satisfaction of getting to you, "Move. Fuck. Me."

You're not the only one good at following orders. Maybe it's the navy training in him, but he's obedient, but he rears his hips back, his thick cock dragging deliciously along the walls of your wet, hot cunt.

He sets a merciless pace, jackhammering his hips into your own hard enough to split right through your cunt and jam his dick up through your throat. His balls slap against your thighs, and the speed at which he rams into you shakes the bed, his headboard slamming repeatedly against the wall.

"There," He grits, breath hot against your shoulder "You happy? You're pretty demanding for a bitch on her hands and knees."

"Harder," You beg, finally letting a strangled moan slip through your lips, "Harder, Jake, I need more!"

"Gonna fuck you through the wall if I go harder," Jake scoffs, nipping at your earlobe. He reaches up to pinch your clit between two rough fingers, twisting and teasing the oversensitive bud, "What about that, baby? That better?"

"Ah! Yes," You gush, drilling your hips backwards as Jake's pinch turns to circles over your clit, "More, Jake, I need- I need more!"

"More," He mimics you, bumping his lips into the side of your temple so that you turn and raise your head to try and meet him. It's killer on your neck, but it's the only way you can mouth desperately at his lips.

"So damn greedy. Is that what you were moanin' into that shirt of mine, darlin'? Beggin' for more, for the real thing?"

"Yes," You pant, lips pressing desperately to his own, over and over again from that awkward sideways angle you're barely able to reach, "Yes, Jake, I- I need you!"

"Tell them," Jake urges, parting from the sloppy side kiss he'd attempted and grabbing your face in his free hand. One is still circling your clit, but that means that his weight is on you, and you're barely able to hold yourself up with him on top. He yanks your head to the side, putting your drool-covered chin and fucked-out face on display. He's wearing a cocky smirk. but you can't see it, and only when your face is in position does he plant his hand back on the mattress and take his weight back.

"I need you, Jake," You moan, pathetic and desperate to the camera. You feel Jake's dick twitch inside of you, and his fingers circle faster at your clit. It sends a surge of arousal so powerful rolling under your belly that you nearly cum right then and there, but it fizzles out to wait for another wave.

"Ah! I need you," You repeat, babbling with a half-open mouth now, "I need you, I need you, I need you so bad, Jake!"

"Agh," He grunts, teeth biting and nipping at your bare shoulder as his hips jerk forwards even faster, a near-impossible pace, "Yeah? Yeah, oh fuck, scream for me, baby, come on."

His cock is rock hard, leaking, twitching, and slamming into your most sensitive spot. You let a steady flow of whimpers and moans fall from your lips, but as Jake's dick pistons harder in and out of you, they turn to screams.

Jake's cum floods your cunt. There's no other word for it than flood, it gushes from his tip and gets slammed into your cunt, having nowhere to go but out. You feel it ooze around his shaft, and it's sticky and hot against the walls of your cunt as he chases his high. He does fuck like a rabbit, hard and fast, and the feeling of him milking his dick in your pussy sends you over the edge with another rolling surge of pleasure.

"Ah!" Your mouth hangs open, eyes squeezed shut and thighs trembling with both the force of your orgasm and the effort of holding yourself up. Your climax makes your cunt spasm, and Jake feels the way your cunt squeezes his cock, clenching relentlessly and sporadically as you get fucked through your own high.

"Oh," He pants against your back, lips pressing to your dewy skin, "Oh- Oh my god,"

"Fuck," You hiss, finally slumping forwards where you'd been arching your hips backwards to get more of Jake's length in your cunt, "Oh, fuck! Jake," You breathe, "I- God, that was good."

"Mhm," He hums, dick still nestled snugly inside your cum-filled cunt as he takes a moment to breathe. His hand falls from your clit, and his forehead presses to your back before he breathes, straightening up and alleviating the pressure of his weight against you.

You have no problem collapsing your elbows and letting yourself slump to Jake's mattress. You're drained, and you can barely remember to keep your face turned towards the camera as Jake pulls out of your cunt. Once he's out, you let your knees straighten, your hips falling to the sheets below.

"Jesus," Jake huffs, thumbing at the puffy lips of your cunt and smearing some of his cum against your ass, "I made a real mess of you, darlin'."

"S'okay," You grunt, too spent to care about any clean-up, "Just- turn off the camera and come lay with me."

You do hear the click of the camera, and a few stray keyboard strokes. But your eyes drift shut, and they only reopen when you feel something warm and wet against your cunt.

You almost wish it was Jake's tongue, but it's not. You're too tired for that now, you think, but it's a suggestion for a later date.

It's a washcloth, and you must have been too hazy to hear the sink water running from the bathroom. Jake cleans up your puffy, stiff entrance, placating you with a warm hand on your thigh when you squirm and hiss at the sensitivity.

"I know," He croons, wiping away the last smear of his cum against your ass, "I know, darlin'. It's over now, you can sleep."

"No," You whine, reaching blindly for him, "You too, cowboy."

"Alright," He chuckles, soft and tired, "C'mere."

He tugs you to one side of his bed, and crawls over you to the other. He gathers you in his arms and you let him, limbs going limp as he tucks you against his chest.

"We made a ton of money," He informs you, lips dotting against the tip of your nose. He rubs his large hands over your back, a soothing gesture that helps you slip further towards sleep, "Come back any time, baby. Camera or no camera."

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[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Hello, can I please request Gretchen getting into a fight with Yn her girlfriend. Yn is the more dom but this time Gretchen isn’t letting her slide so yn does her best to get her to forgive her

Let Me Spoil You, Baby

|| Gretchen Wieners x fem!reader

|| Warnings: Gretchen and reader fight, light swearing, Gretchen breaks up with reader, bit of Gretchen comparing herself to Regina

i don't think im missing any other warnings but lmk

|| Summary: reader hasn't been giving Gretchen much attention, Gretchen gets upset when she sees reader talking with another girl. She doesn't let it slide. Reader does her best to make it up to Gretchen.

Requests open!

Start: May 27th

Finished: May 27th

Tag list: @yungpoetfics

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You've been ignoring Gretchen for the last two weeks- or at least... that's what Gretchen's mind told her. She'd send texts, but you would always take forever to respond. And sure you had lots of after school activities. You were on the Basketball team, Soccer team and you had math tutoring sessions since you were pretty much failing. But you always made time for your friends. Gretchen couldn't help wondering why she didn't get that same care. She was your girlfriend, shouldn't she be first priority?

Gretchen had been heading to her locker, getting what she needed for French which started in about eight minutes. She glanced to the side when she noticed you at your own locker, leaned up against it on your side laughing and smiling with some other girl. Gretchen thought maybe she recognized her as the Basketball Captain.

That was her finale straw. Why were you with some random girl when you could've been having that conversation with her?

She forced the tears down that threatened to spill and marched right up to you," Seriously, y/N?!"

You were startled by Gretchen's sudden appearance and turned to look at your girlfriend, only just now realizing how long it's been since you'd actually seen her.

"Gretchen.." You started, she shushed you.

"No, no! I'm not letting you 'Gretchen' me. I'm tired of being your last priority, I should be your first priority, Y/N! First!" Damn it, she was really trying not to cry but she could feel the tears rolling down her cheeks as she looked up at you. She didn't want to do this, but she didn't want a Jason repeat. She deserved better." We're done!"

With that, she stormed off. You stood there in silence, your heart breaking at the sight of her tears. You had to fix this somehow. You knew it was your fault, you really didn't make a whole lot of time for Gretchen but that didn't mean you didn't care about her. You loved her. Now you just had to actually prove that.

You guys had had fights in the past, of course you did. Every couple does. It's just Gretchen usually forgave you or you'd forgive her. This one was different, Gretchen wasn't putting up with your shit.

Thinking over what to do next, you decided to skip the rest of the day. Fuck whatever punishment your parents gave you for it, you'd deal with it. You probably deserved it anyway after what you did to Gretchen.

You were going to make up for it.

You had to.

Heading to your car, you thought out a plan. You texted everyone you had scheduled things with next week and cancelled all of them. Tutoring, soccer, basketball, parties, hangouts with friends. All of it. You cleared your whole week, making promises you would make it up to them another time. If you fixed things with Gretchen, you'd spend your whole week with her and then some.

Now for phase two. You drove around for a bit, heading to various stores. First a flower shop to pick up Gretchen's favourite, then to a candy store to get Gretchen an unreasonably expensive box of chocolates and finally you hit up a electronics store and bought Gretchen a nice pair of pink headphones; having remembered she broke hers a couple weeks ago.

All that was left was phase three. Getting ahold of Gretchen. You hoped she hadn't blocked your number yet as you texted her.

You; hey... can I come over tonight? I want to make it up to you. I'd apologize now, but apologies are always better in person

Send.

Your breath hitched as you sat in the front seat of your car, everything you had gotten sitting in the passenger seat next to you. Your thumb drummed along the steering wheel, Gretchen would be in class right now. The class you had skipped. Maybe she wouldn't respond.

Gretchen; . . .

You held your breath as you saw the three dots appear after what felt like the longest three minutes of your life. They disappeared for a moment and your heart sank, but then they reappeared followed by Gretchen's text.

Gretchen; fine.

You sighed with relief, it wasn't a no but you could tell just by the way she was texting that she was upset with you still.

You; thank you

You waited until school was over then headed over to Gretchen's, holding the two boxed items and flowers in your hands as you walked up to her front door. You hesitated, then knocked.

A few moments pass before Gretchen opened the door. God, the outfit she was wearing made your heart stop. It was a little revealing, you tried your hardest not to stare down. Her goal with the outfit was to make you realize what you'd been missing out on and it was definitely working.

Gretchen's eyes went to the stuff in your hands and she almost melted at the gesture, especially when she saw the headphones. It showed you did listen to her... occasionally, at least. But she put on a facade, playing hard to get. You deserved it after all.

"Really? This is your best apology?" Regina must've told her to say that, it sounded like something the blonde would say and it made your heart sting.

"I know it's probably a little cheesy, but I really am sorry, Gretchen. And this is only the first part of my apology." You told her, which caught her attention. She looked at you in confusion so you continued," I cleared my entire week for you. We can hang out every day. No sports, math, parties... unless you want to go to one, I'm free for you. We'll do whatever you like and I promise I'll do better at making time for you."

She studied you, you could tell she was still trying to act tough but her expression softened and she stepped aside.

"Come in," She told you, your shoulders relaxed and you walked in Taking your shoes off and setting them to the side.

Gretchen took the things from your hands and made a vague gesture with the headphone box," Thanks. I really didn't want to spend money on new ones, I wish I was rich like Regina.." She mumbled the last bit, but you caught it and frowned. Gretchen always compared herself to Regina, you just never realized how much until now. You hated that.

You cupped her cheeks with your hands, making her look at you." You aren't Regina. That's okay. As for the money.. let me spoil you, baby." You winked playfully and she blushed.

You weren't overly rich, but you had a good amount of money saved up from when you were working before you started all your sports. So you could definitely spoil her a little.

You could feel her relax as she nodded, this would be a long day of making it up to her but you were okay with that.

You would do whatever it took.

[rachetmath]

Everything that could've gone right

Jaune: Okay, so from all the information you all have shown me, again thank you all, I think we should discuss some things.

Winter: Indeed. 

Ruby: We need to do something.

Jaune: Okay, first let's discuss the Crown. As Coco told me they were a horrible organization. They target people, especially with valuable semblances. Not to mention they are now partner with Tyrian. A wild card that we may not be able to predict.

Qrow: Yeah he is a slipper guy.

Jaune: We have no idea what their next move will be so we need to be prepared. So I think we send Emerald Sustrai in to infiltrate and spy on them. 

Ruby: What- No!

Jaune: I’m sorry, what's wrong, Ruby?

Nora: Emerald is still a villain, we can't trust her.

Jaune: What? But she helped in the evacuation, I think -

Winter: I agree. Especially considering her past crimes.

Jaune: Fair point but she's the only one who gets in and out while filling us in on what our enemies can do. Plus, if that's the case she can prove herself by helping us. 

Ruby: No Jaune that's too risky.

Winter: I agree.

Qrow: Same.

Raven: Yep.

Jaune: Okay. Next is the Grimm attacks. They are skyrocketing. This may be due to our mistake of bringing too many people to Vacuo. Not to mention Vale citizens. So… I am afraid we need to escort some of them out.

Robyn: What?! Objection!

Obleck: I agree, Mr.Arc. That is cruel.

Jaune: Huh. Cruel? Some of these people want to leave this city and kingdom altogether. Some of the people don't get along with each other as well. Not to mention food and other resources. 

Robyn: We'll find another way to provide. Plus how would get them out?

Jaune: I mean we have ships. We have hunters ready to fight. I mean, yeah, they’ll still have the Grimm to deal with but still. They should spread instead of being cramped up like animals.

Winter: Jaune, these people are our responsibility. We must protect them. Plus if we send hunters around on escort missions our numbers will thin. 

Jaune: I mean we have students who are being trained to fight. Let them go along and shadow the pros. Or stay and help us.

Ren: Jaune that won't help.

Jaune: They will gain experience and probably survive. I think we need to consider our resources.

Ruby: No Jaune. We need a different approach.

Winter: Agreed.

Obleck: Well said, Ms.Rose.

Jaune: Alright. Mm. Okay, so about the tribes. Some of them aren't willing to offer assistance. So, what do we do about them?

Ruby: We try to reason with all of them.

Robyn: Yes!

Jaune: What-?

Obleck: Indeed. We ask for assistance and if they don't provide it-

Raven: We crush them.

Jaune: Shouldn't we be careful though? I mean, we can do that but doesn't that give us more enemies than allies? We can't simply side with anyone and crush those who oppose us. Especially with no research or information on what they could have that we could use.

Raven: This is Vacuo, kid. It's all about dominance.

Jaune: Are you- oh my- okay, okay, breath. Breath. Guys… look. I know this is hard. But… l do need to remind all of you of what's up. First off Tyrian is still on the loose. And he has new allies. Allies who know this kingdom and its people more than we do. Due to the amount of problems many requests for hunters have been skyrocketing.  We have children with no parents. Parents who lost their children. Families whom we can’t feed or provide for. A war could happen at any time and you wish to start one before a greater threat arrives.

Ruby: Jaune we need hunters. We need to tighten security. 

Jaune: No. What we need is resources so we can help people and stop them from killing each other. And even after that, we need to get some of these people out of the kingdom. Do you not know what’s happening with them? Violence. Kidnapping. Rape. Extortion. We are having too many victims. And with more victims, MORE NEGATIVITY.

Oobleck: We understand but we can’t involve the students.

Jaune: My team. Team RWBY. We were first years. We’re still first years. We have been involved in this for months. And remember, these kids are here for the same reason we’re here. To be hunters. And what is needed when being a hunter? Experience. We have missions on the board, too many for us to work with. If we research every or as many teams as we can, we can divide the work among them. And it’s not like they’ll be alone. We have pros who aren’t doing anything. Let them work.

Raven: Then how do we handle the tribes?

Jaune: Not all tribes need to be dealt with. Some we can leave alone. Some might need help. Or we can talk with them. Who knows they may be willing to take some of the citizens off our hands. 

Winter: I understand.

Jaune: I highly doubt that.

Winter: But need our people here.

Jaune: Again some of them don’t want to be here. We might as well be imprisoning them.

Theodore: It seems we are in conclusion. Very well done everyone. Meet achured.

Jaune: We are so f****.

After weeks

Theodore: Oh my god the relic is gone.

Jaune: Probably because we had no guardian it. 

Ruby: Theirs too many Grimm to fight.

Jaune: Maybe because of so many people fighting, stealing and hating each other.

Raven: Too many tribes are against us. They sided with the Crown. 

Jaune: Maybe if we negotiated and made compromises with them we could have turn some of them into allies.

Qrow: Tyrian just killed a Summer maiden. Now Gillian has the maiden powers.

Jaune: If only we had someone to hide among them who could have fed us information so we had a counterattack. Or maybe save our maiden.

Emerald: Merury, please.

Mercury: It’s too late Emerald. Maybe if you found me and tried to help me earlier, I would have teamed up with you.

Jaune: Wow.

Mercury: In fact, I don’t know why they didn’t send you. Probably they didn’t trust you enough. I don’t know why you’re still working with them. Join us.

Jaune: You might be right.

Ruby: Jaune, com on, help us.

Jaune: What’s the point? We already lost.

After the battle

Ruby: A lot of people died.

Theodore: The relic is gone.

Oobleck: Our numbers are thin.

Winter: The people have abandoned us.

Jaune: Really?

Raven: Okay kid, you were-

Jaune: The proof is in the pudding. I know I was right.

[catt-leya]

Hey again!❤️

I don't know if you are taking any requests but I have something in mind so if you have time to write I would appreciate it. So the thing is that can you write a smut about Rick asking the reader to choose between him and Spencer and Rick is "torturing" the reader by not letting cum only if the reader is choosing him. I hope you understand what I think about.

Sending my best wishes love!❤️❤️❤️

Thank you!🥰❤️❤️🥰

01/05

rick grimes x fem!reader

warnings: age gap, orgasm denial, slight daddy kink, praise kink, claiming and my usual smutty stuff

Grinning, you look up at your counterpart, "Really?" He nods and your grin, if it's even possible, widens.

"Yes, really. It's a surprise. I can show you if you want," with a glint in his eye, he reaches out and pulls you closer so he can put an arm around your shoulders, "What do you say? Shall we go right now?"

He's a lot taller and you have to tilt your head to look him in the pretty eyes, "I just need to give a quick shout out so someone can take my shift. But that shouldn't be a problem."

Before he opens his mouth, you already know he'd tease you about having to give notice first, "Oh do you have to ask Daddy again before you can come with me?" Lovingly mockingly at you, you snort, "Stop calling him that...it's weird." And avert your eyes so he can't see you blush.

"Well, you always run to him first before you go anywhere and from the age it would fit", you don't have to be an expert to realize that he doesn't like the man you're going to before. But that's something he's going to have to come to terms with, and you squirm out of his arms to wink at him, "I'll be right back. I promise."

You can tell he's annoyed by this, but you're already sprinting to the gorgeous house you're spending an incredible amount of time in.

Panting, you push open the door without knocking and call out, "Rick? Are you there?"

"Upstairs," your leader's deep voice is hard to miss and you jog up the stairs to find him in the bedroom.

Hearing you, he lifts his eyes from the drawer he's rummaging in and asks, "What's up, sweetheart?" 

At your pet name, your grin widens and you try not to think about the fact that Spencer hates it when Rick calls you that. 

Since long before you met Spencer, Rick has been calling you that and somehow you think it's cute and when he says it in a very definite way, when his voice drops an octave and his southern drawl widens, you blush.

"Could someone take my shift? I'd like to go out," you look at him pleadingly as he lowers his blue eyes again and continues to rummage through the drawer, "You want to go out? Who are you going with?"

"So that's a yes?" you tug your shirt into place and step into the room as Rick sighs softly and pushes the drawer shut to lay against it with his arms crossed, "Yeah, ask Sasha. She wanted to take more shifts anyway," his eyes slide over your body, "Who do you want to go out with?"

You walk up to his bed and sit on it, "With Spencer." 

As you expected, it stays silent. 

Just as Spencer doesn't like Rick, Rick doesn't like Spencer either. 

Actually, there's no reason for that, but somehow there is, and now you can see his whole body tense up, so you gently ask, "What are you looking for?"

You run the flat of your hand over the soft fabric of Rick's bed sheets and his gaze is fixed on your hand, "Just something I brought with me on my last run. I could have sworn I put it in the drawer." His voice is oddly occupied and you clear your throat quietly, "I can help you find-" 

"No!"

You wince and immediately Rick relents, "Sorry, I just mean you're dating Spencer, aren't you?" Every word drips with contempt towards Spencer and you slowly stand up, "Yeah, I am. Thanks again."

Heart pounding, you walk toward the door and as you arrive in the doorway, you hear Rick's raspy voice, "Wait."

You stop without turning around and feel him come up close behind you, "Sorry, sweetheart."

There it is.

That deep and dripping with accent way of saying 'sweetheart'.

A shiver goes down your spine and his scent surrounds you as he comes even closer and puts his hands on your hips, "I'm sorry I was such an asshole."

His hands feel big and warm on your body and you stare at your feet. It's not that it feels uncomfortable or wrong. 

No. 

But, unfortunately, sometimes too good, and Rick notices that too.

Immediately your body relaxes and he dares to do something he's never dared to do before.

He pulls you to his chest and leans forward to whisper in your ear, "Forgive me."

His lips graze the shell of your ear ever so slightly, but it feels like he's setting you on fire. Rick has never been a man to shy away from touching you, but never...like this.

Your back is pressed against his hard chest and you barely dare move as you breathe, "Rick-"

"Do you forgive me, sweetheart?" at the words his lips graze your neck and you gasp, "Yes." Your cheeks burn and the shame of sounding so breathless doesn't make it any better.

If you only knew how fast Rick's heart is beating at this exact moment. 

His hands get sweaty and he forces himself not to pull your ass harder against him, letting you go instead, "Thank you."

You stop a step forward and turn to face your leader, your cheeks flushed. 

Lord, how gorgeous he is. 

His blue shirt makes his eyes light up and you can barely look him in the face as he purrs, "Go ahead. I'll let Sasha know."

Your eyes are huge as you stare at him, completely lost, "Where do you want me to go?" 

And that's when he sees it.

Sees you completely forget about Spencer and your body leans back toward him. 

It gives his confidence a huge boost and he grins widely, "Sweetheart, what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He taps his finger against your forehead and you tear your gaze from his eyes to focus, "That's right, I have to go see Spencer."

You take another step back and awkwardly brush your hair out of your face.

Tilting his head, he watches you hurry down the stairs like he's going to pounce on you any second and he shakes his head, chuckling.

As soon as he hears you pull the door shut behind you, he goes back into his room and pulls open the drawer again.

He's sure he put it in here and now he really can't find it.

When he went to the store he almost died to get it and now it's gone.

Fucking hell, he knows you'd love it.

Groaning, he drops onto his bed where you looked so pretty before and the back of his head lands on a little bulge.

Immediately he's back on his feet and yanks back the covers, groaning in disbelief as he looks into the beady eyes of the little fluffy stuffed dog.

Why the hell did he put it under the covers?

At least now he doesn't have to turn the whole house upside down and maybe he can give it to you today. 

Rick takes a quick look out the window and sees Spencer pulling you into his arms at that exact moment and he wants to throw up.

Without letting go of you, Spencer leads you to the gate and grins widely at you, "You're going to love it."

Less than an hour later, you step out of the car and can't believe what you're seeing. Spencer has actually taken you to a carnival.

A carnival!

"Oh my God," your eyes get huge and you shake with joy, "How did you find this?"

Spencer places his hand low on your back and he smiles at you, "I found it in passing and I thought you might like it."

At one point you remark in passing that you used to visit every carnival you could find and that was your favorite thing to do.

You can hardly believe he remembered that, and with his warm hands on your body, he leads you from booth to booth until you arrive at your favorite.

The cans are still set up there and Spencer's hand slides to the back of your neck, "Would you like to try?"

His voice is soft and very different from Rick's. 

In general, he's completely different from Rick and yet you get the feeling that he'd like to be like Rick or even better. 

That's the case with most people in Alexandria, and you're pretty sure Rick doesn't even know he's adored like that.

Lost in thought, you grab a ball and toss it to the cans as if by remote control. 

They all collapse and you turn to Spencer with a smile, "I haven't lost it."

"Let me try," he pushes you aside and grabs a ball himself to throw at the next pyramid of cans, only he only manages the top three and then shrugs, snorting, "It's a piece of cake."

You realize he's just ego-crushed because you're better at it than he is, but you shrug anyway and mutter, "I'll just pick out a stuffed animal for a minute, then we can move on."

As you take a step behind the counter, he grabs your arm and grumbles, "Oh stop it. That's just for little kids who are desperate to get something out of the carnival. You're a woman, not a toddler anymore."

Blushes of shame reach your cheeks because you really would have liked to pick out a stuffed animal. 

Not just as a prize, but as a little reminder that Spencer brought you here. 

A simple keepsake.

But now you dare not bring it up again, lest you be further embarrassed, and instead mutter, "Okay. We should get back."

The mood on the drive back is oppressive, and when you're finally back in Alexandria, you can breathe again. 

Without consciously controlling it, you search the yard with your eyes for Rick, and when you don't see him, you come to the conclusion that if he hasn't gone out himself, he must be in the house.

Quietly clearing your throat, you look to Spencer, "Thanks for the great surprise. Will I see you tomorrow?"

A hint of disappointment flashes in his eyes, "I thought you could still come over. Talk a bit and...well you know."

Oh and how you know. 

Even in the beginning he tried to get you into bed, but every time you rejected him. 

It just doesn't feel right. 

Especially when you're not togetherl.

So you shake your head, "I'm sorry, but I'm tired and I want to go see Rick for a minute and see if everything worked out with my shift."

"Of course...Rick," his tone is odd and you frown, "Why do you say it like that?"

He spreads his arms wide, "All I hear is Rick this and Rick that. You're completely obsessed with the guy and quite frankly it's sick the way he looks at you. The guy is fucking old and ogling you like he's already fucking you in his mind. Like I said, sick."

You open your mouth but he just keeps talking, "Every time I want to do something with you, you run to him first and I'm not blind either. I see him pawing at you and you absolutely don't mind, and that fucking pet name he always calls you makes me want to ram it up his ass."

With your mouth open, you stare at him as he hisses in conclusion, "I'm not up for competing with that guy when any blind man can see I'm the better choice. Better than an old and insane sack of shit. But please just run to him. Instead of sleeping with me and having the best sex of your life, you can go there and let the deranged one fuck you like a cheap whore."

He spits the last words in your face and leaves you standing there in disbelief.

Never before has anyone spoken to you like that, and never before have you had tears in your eyes by word.

Slumped over, you look after Spencer, not daring to look to see if anyone overheard the scene, and walk to the house where you would always go.

Even now you don't knock and just pull the door open, only to run head-on into Rick's chest, "Ufff, slow down, sweetheart."

Gently he grabs your shoulders and you look up at him, "Hi."

Just one look at your face is all it takes to pull you into the house and haul you onto the couch, "What happened?"

Silently, you look at him, thinking of Spencer's words. 

It's true that you often talk to Rick before you go out. But that's because you don't want Rick to schedule you somehow while you're not in Alexandria, and yes, you don't mind Rick touching you and don't understand the problem with his hand resting on your hip every now and then, or brushing something off your cheek. 

You just don't understand why he sees himself in competition with Rick.

With his arms crossed, he stands in front of you and you stare at him like he just fell out of the sky. 

Sighing, he drops to his knees and mumbles as softly as he can, "Please tell me what happened?"

Your head is spinning and you lower your gaze to his hands, now on your knees, "I wanted a stuffed animal." 

"What?" he frowns in confusion and you say quietly, "Spencer took me to the carnival. It was gorgeous and at one booth I wanted a stuffed animal because I was dropping all the cans, so he called me childish. Rick, all I wanted was a rabbit or something. Other than that, I'm not a kid anymore."

You want to sound grown up with the words, but they're just whiny and you're ashamed of them, but Rick gently squeezes your knees, "Sweetheart, you're a great woman. Believe me no one sees you as a child here. I don't see you as a kid."

His hands slide to your thighs, "And as for the stuffed animal...wait a minute."

You blink and he's gone before reappearing with a small stuffed dog and holding it out to you, "For you."

Perplexed, you take the dog in your hand, "Where did you get that?"

He bends over and lifts you by the waist a bit to make room for himself and also sits on the couch, "That was the thing I couldn't find today. Saw the dog on a run and wanted to give it to you."

Spencer didn't even want you to take one for yourself and Rick comes back alone with a stuffed animal for you. 

You don't know what to say, so Rick grumbles, "That wasn't all that went on, was it?"

You shake your head and he puts a tanned arm around your shoulder to pull you closer, "Tell me."

Your voice is unfamiliarly thin as you murmur, "When I wasn’t going home with him somehow it blew a fuse or something."

Immediately Rick stiffens and hisses, "Did he touch you? If so, I'll cut his balls off and ram them down his throat."

Immediately you shake your head, "No, no. He didn't. He just said such nasty things."

Rick's body warms your side, "What did he say?"

You close your eyes as you think about it again, "You know, I don't know him like that. He's usually a great guy, but as soon as I mention you in any way, he gets so...weird."

"What did he say?" anyone in their right mind would run away at his words squeezed with anger, so you cling to the dog and whisper, "He wouldn't want to fight you for my attention when he'd be the better choice." 

In the back, you explain, "I just don't understand why he sees you as competition, you know."

Your fingers dig into the soft fabric from the dog as you swallow hard and continue with your eyes knitted to the floor, "Otherwise he would never say something like that to me, but then in the end he got all ticked off and said it was sick because you're so much older than me, but if I'm not going to have the best night of my life with him, then I should let you fuck me like a cheap whore."

Silence.

Dead silence.

"He called you a cheap whore?" he emphasizes the words strangely softly and you lift your head to look him in the blue eyes, "Yes."

"I'll kill him," he's already jumping to his feet when you grab his hand and look at him with wide eyes, "Please stay. I'm sure he didn't mean it."

Rick's hands are clenched into fists, "That guy isn't even worth looking at you. Shit, I'm gonna kick his ass so hard he'll never walk again and then he can see what competition I am to him."

He hisses, "He has no idea how easily I could get you off of him."

You blink and he snatches his hand away, "I only accepted him around you because he made you happy. Now let him even try to breathe in your direction and he'll wish he'd never called you a whore."

His whole body is shaking with tension and you're trying to sort out his words when he looks you straight in the face and growls, "Damn, you're a grown woman and it might not be much to look at that I'd like to fuck you even though you're only in your early twenties and I'm more than twice that age, but I'd show you enough respect if you'd let my cock between your legs."

Spencer is completely oblivious as you whisper, "You want me?"

Rick is so wound up and full of adrenaline that he's not even thinking about what he's saying right now, and his mouth is faster than his head, "Of course. I've wanted you for years. Every time you say something cute I want to put my dick in your mouth and every time I see you I want to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you dumb because I know how smart you are otherwise. Shit, what I'd give to fuck you until you can't form a single word and you're lying under me like a doll, taking me inside you. Over and over again."

You just stare at him and as you gaze into each other's eyes, you can tell exactly when he realizes what he just admitted.

His body goes limp and he brushes his hair out of his forehead, "Fuck, I shouldn't have said it like that."

Like a broken circuit board, you say, "You want me."

Suddenly, a lot of things make sense.

Why Spencer is always so annoyed when you mention Rick. 

Why you've never seen Rick with anyone who was more than a friend to him. 

Why Rick always gave you preferential treatment and also why he could hardly keep his hands off you. 

He wants you and from the looks of it not just because of purely physical attraction, because he's trying to save the day again, "Not that I think about fucking you all the time. Yeah, granted, I think about it more often than is healthy, but I respect you and shit yeah, I adore everything about you. You're smart and so incredibly soft that I'd love to be near you all day, and yes, I brought you the stuffed dog so you'd look at me with wide eyes and thank me."

You remain silent.

Defeated, Rick drops down on the couch next to you and grumbles, "Please say something."

Your gaze slides to the dog in your hand and you think of all the times Rick has held you. 

All the times he's offered you his food and all the times he's put you on his shoulders so you could see the wild horses over a high fence.

You bend down and set the dog on the coffee table and turn to Rick, "Thank you for telling me that, Rick."

Your heart is pounding in your throat as you lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek, but at the last second Rick turns his head a little and your lips are on his.

You didn't want to take it to the extreme and press a sweet smack on his cheek, but now it's his soft lips pressing against his.

An overwrought sound comes from your throat, but you don't pull back either, returning the kiss instead.

A quiet thought forms in your mind that it's unfair to Spencer for you to kiss Rick, but you push it away because you're not with Spencer. 

After all, you haven't even kissed. 

Not that he hasn't tried, but you never wanted to.

It's different now. 

Yes, in the first second you had no choice, but now in this moment, you could just move away from him and leave, but instead you open your lips and let his tongue into your mouth.

When he realizes you're not backing away, Rick grabs your soft hips and pulls you onto his lap so you're sitting astride his thighs and he doesn't have to lower his head as far to kiss you.

Your hands grip his shoulders tightly and you sigh softly into the kiss as you taste him on your tongue.

Shit, he's such a good kisser, you don't like the thought of where he learned it.

Over your hips, he slides his hands up until they slide under your shirt and he can lay them flat on your ribs and you shakily pull away from him, gasping for air.

With huge eyes you stare at his swollen lips, "Rick...I..."

He sees how unsure you are and lowers his voice until it's just a soft whisper, "Do you want me to go on, sweetheart?"

With his lips slightly parted, he looks at you and you can't take your eyes off his gorgeous face. 

His blue eyes shining with arousal and his dark curls framing his face.

You lift your hands and run one through his hair and the other you place on his gray beard and run your thumb over his lower lip.

Fluttering his eyes shut and tugging at his curls, he complies with a groan and you whisper, "Yes. Please go on."

Sluggishly, he opens his eyes and slides his hands a little higher so his thumbs graze the underside of your boobs, "Come here."

You lean forward until he bridges the last few inches and your lips are reconnected.

Gently, he cups your boobs with his big rough hands and you push through your back, whimpering. 

It feels so good to be touched by him in this way.

So good that you start to rub against him and moan against his lips, "You're so good."

"I know," his growl is deep and confident and the spot between your legs gets ridiculously wet.

Rick lets you take what you need and you grind yourself more and more greedily against the growing bulge in his crotch, growling against your lips, "Wanna be my good girl?"

With a jerk he thrusts his hips at you and his hardening cock presses hard against just the right spot and you howl, "Yes."

He helps you press your hips harder against him and places his soft lips on your neck, "Then choose me."

Groaning, you tug at his hair and cock your head to the side, "What?"

"Choose me instead of Spencer. Be mine and I'll make you come," he bites your neck and you gasp, "I don't belong to anyone."

One last time he pulls you back against his chest before stopping your movements, "Okay."

Irritated, you whimper, "Why won't you let me continue?"

Cockily, he juts his chin, "Lie on your back."

Your orgasm was close. 

So incredibly close that you had already squinted your eyes and your whole body had tensed, but now everything inside you just feels soft and weak, so you do as he says, believing that he would then continue.

Kneeling between your legs, he pushes your dress over your hips and then leans forward to kiss your thigh, "You know-" He kisses your other thigh, but now much closer to the soft warm spot between your legs, "If you were mine-" You press your head into the couch and your breathing becomes shallow as you feel his breath on the damp fabric of your panties, "Then everything would be easy."

With parted lips, he presses a kiss to your twitching pussy and your hips jerk toward him, "I'm not an object that's either Spencer's or yours."

A glance down makes you moan because his dark curls look so incredibly wicked between your legs and his hands are firmly on your hips.

He is strong. 

So incredibly strong that you can barely move as he licks you over the fabric of your panties and murmurs, "If you say so."

His beard scratches across the soft skin of your thighs and your hands fly into his hair to push his head further between your thighs, making him laugh vibrantly, "You're so pretty when you need me so bad, sweetheart."

Your pet name makes you tremble and he starts sucking on your clit. 

As he moves slightly, he pushes your knees further apart with his shoulders and a strangled cry comes from your lips as the knot in your stomach forms and you finally-.

Rick breaks away from you and looks up at you from between your legs, "Whose are you?"

Your mouth drops open and you're unable to say anything. 

He actually means it. 

Regardless of the wet accident between your legs, he really does possess the balls to claim you in this way and fuck, it turns you on.

Silently, you stare at him, and he takes the wet fabric between his fingers, only to have it shoot out onto your pussy. 

You wince and whimper, "Don't be so cruel."

Grinning, he repeats the process, "I'm not. It's a simple decision that involves my cock in your cunt or getting you out of the house dressed again. It's entirely up to you."

Your whole body is on fire and you whimper, "Don't do this to me."

He pulls your panties aside and licks once through your wetness from bottom to top. 

Briefly you black out and he growls, "Fuck you taste better than I thought you would."

Having you trembling beneath him is everything he's dreamed of for so long, and he's sure you've chosen him, or you certainly wouldn't be clinging to his curls so tightly that he's worried you'll rip them out, but he wants to hear it. 

He wants you to say you're his.

Tearfully, he presses his nose hard against your swollen clit and the soft pleading words on your mouth are music to his ears. 

With his tongue he licks over your wet lips and presses against your entrance, while he keeps nudging your clit with his nose, making you moan and groan.

When he notices your body tense up again, he wants to move in, but you squeeze your thighs together around his head and push him into your wet pussy, "Don't you dare stop now."

Giggling, he tries to catch his breath as you nearly choke him, "Say you're mine and you get my cock. That's what you want, isn't it?"

His blue eyes light up and you know you've been his for a long time. 

Longer than you've admitted to yourself. 

Longer than you probably should.

He sticks his tongue just a little between your tight walls and you cry softly, "I choose you, Rick. I'm yours."

You squint your eyes, "Oh God, I'm yours. Yours."

"I figured as much," he pushes your legs off his head and reaches down to free his cock.

Thick and hard, he waits for you to open up for him to split you.

Briefly, you think about how you can't remember the last time you had sex with a man, and Rick pushes over you, bracing himself so his weight doesn't crush you.

His eyes bore into yours and he growls dangerously low, "You're mine. Only mine, and don't you dare let anyone else touch you."

Gently you reach for his cheeks, "Rick, all my life I've only let you touch me."

It's true. 

The way he could move his hands freely over your body, no one else could.

Shuddering, he takes a breath and points his cock in front of your dripping wet cunt. 

Your fingers brush his hairy cheek again as he presses a tiny inch into you and murmurs harshly, "God, have mercy. I won't last long, sweetheart."

You are so soft and warm under him and feel so incredibly tight and good around his cock.

But in fact it could be any pussy, but what really makes his heart race are your huge eyes with which you stare at him and the soft whimpering that comes in the form of his name over your lips. 

The pure trust that you show him.

He continues to push his cock between your wet walls and exhales heavily, "You need to relax, sweetheart, or I won't fit in your pretty cunt."

"Rick...you're too big..." when he talks like that it certainly doesn't help you relax and he presses harder into you, "Relax. It'll fit. That's what you have a cunt for, isn't it? Has only the function to be fucked by my cock."

He leans forward, "And maybe give birth to my child someday."

Moaning, you push yourself towards him and he pushes himself into you to the hilt. 

He's so thick and twitching inside you that you can barely keep your eyes open, and then he breathes softly, "Come closer."

Immediately he leans in and kisses you softly on the lips as he pulls out of you slightly and then thrusts into you again.

The stretch is unfamiliar and you cling to his hips with your legs, "Rick-" Your voice breaks and he rolls his hips against your pelvis, "I know, sweetheart. I know. I got you."

Your small hands clench around his shoulders and you search for purchase as he slowly fucks you. 

Pushing each thrust deep inside you as you feel your pussy clench rhythmically around him.

Your body trembles under his and he settles lower on you so that you feel more of his weight on you and his closeness relaxes you more and more, "You feel so good."

A jolt goes through his body and he growls against your ear, "Yeah? Did you imagine it like this?"

He fucks you harder now and you moan his name. 

Your orgasm is getting closer and closer and you feel Rick's body start to shake too. 

It's a unique feeling to feel him losing control and his thrusts becoming more erratic, "Cum, sweetheart. Cum for me. Show me how much you want me."

You press your head into the pillows beneath you and give a long drawn out moan of his name as you clench around him and the pent up knot in your stomach loosens.

Your twitching pulls Rick with you, too, and he grabs your throat as he cums inside you, gasping, "Mine. Only mine."

Whimpering, you nod, "Yours."

One last thrust and Rick collapses on top of you. 

His breathing is erratic and you wonder when the last time Rick fucked a woman was. It must have been longer for him, too, and you reach for his hair and gently stroke through it: "Did you like it?"

"Liked it? Fuck, it was better than I could ever dream of," he kisses you softly on the mouth.

He rolls off of you and pulls you to his chest, "Stay with me."

Grinning, you press your nose into his chest, "I intended to."

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[mokokone]

Can I request for Kusuriuri, a fluff story like "she fell first but he fell harder" (or can be reversed). Btw I really love your story's! :D

A/n: Thank you! I am glad to hear that you are enjoying my works. It means a lot to me that you find my stories enjoyable♡.

The Medicine Seller/Kusuriuri x Reader Oneshot [Fluff]

The room was filled with a palpable silence as the late morning sun continued its ascent, sending a soft golden light streaming through the shoji screen.

Kusuriuri felt a strong urge to close his eyes and drift off to sleep, but he found himself irresistibly drawn to gazing at her. His eyes lingered on the gentle curve of her jaw, the strands of hair resting on her arm and pillow, and the captivating depth of her eyes.

Unlike before, he didn't feel the need to avert his gaze when her eyes met his. He could continue staring into her eyes endlessly, losing himself in the moment. It was evident to him that the feeling was mutual as she returned his gaze with equal intensity.

Whispering his name, (Y/n) closed her eyes as he gently moved a strand of hair behind her ear, careful not to accidentally scratch her with his long painted nails.

In response, he softly spoke her name.

Those were the only words the two exchanged. Despite that, (Y/n) couldn't help but smile widely, and he inched closer, his cold hand moving up and down her side in a slow, gentle motion. His fingertips followed a path from her side, to her back, up her arm, skimming over her collarbone, and up her neck.

The touch was so light, as if he was afraid she might vanish if he applied more pressure. His fingers paused at her chin, his index finger delicately resting underneath, while his thumb traced the shape of her lips.

"I've fallen for you, Kusuriuri," (Y/n) spoke.

The words are like warm honey. The humble medicine peddler sucked in a deep breath, his half-lidded blue eyes staying locked on the slight part of her mouth as she placed a kiss on the pad of his thumb. He exhaled in a puff, watching the hairs to the side of her face shift in place.

He looks at her, and for the first time, she feel perhaps a sense of danger from him, that he is more than just a man, a medicine seller─a mononoke hunter.

“Why?” His head tilts slightly, and his eyes shone with curiosity; they remind (Y/n) of an animal─a curious cat or...perhaps a fox.

His question is a fair one, and the truth comes easy.

He'd met her on the outskirts of Edo in a cozy little izakaya. Her hands unwittingly brushed his own as she poured him a cup of white sake. She had a conversation with him, a mere stranger, and he told her many stories of his travels. It was like talking to a long-time friend. Before he departed, he gave her a gift: a lavender incense to help her relax and to ward away evil mononoke. She thanked him and prayed that he would come visit her again.

And again, he did visit.

Day after day, week after week, and month after month until (Y/n) evidently confessed her feelings to him the following year.

"Because I love you, and I am grateful for all that you do─for me, the people, and mononoke alike.”

"You shouldn't be. I am not what you wish me to be. I'm just a humble medicine peddler."

“Doesn't matter... You are kind," she tells him, snuggling closer into his warmth. "You shatter my sleep. All milk-need and lavender lips. You smile, and I melt."

The latter come out as a poem—a lovely haiku.

"Would you rather have someone as noble and strong like a samurai?" He inquired.

Why would she love someone who chooses honor and dances with death?

"No. A samurai would smell of war and be too prideful. His armor would be hard and cold, and he would bring me nothing but heartache." She replied. "I want you and you alone, Kusuriuri."

The corners of his purple-painted lips arched upwards until he flashed her his sharp canines.

"You shouldn't..."

Frowning, (Y/n) pressed another kiss to his hand, and he vaguely registered the warmth of her palm on the side of his neck. It was as gentle as a butterfly's wing, and had he not seen her limb move, he would have missed it. The same hand reached out, grasping his wrist and pulling it away from her face. Kusuriuri swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. His still isn't used to being touched so casually, but he melted as she leaned in and placed her cherry blossom lips on the corner of his mouth.

The kiss─it is sweet; however, it wasn't enough; he could never get enough. He thought as he greedily takes her in and kisses her so fiercely. His eyes fell closed, fingers intertwining with hers. Shifting slightly, his other hand came up from beneath him, cupping the back of her neck.

Kusuriuri wanted to tell her that she shouldn't have fallen for him and that she's unsafe with him. He lives a dangerous and inexplicable life. She was already aware that he is no mere human; though, he still distastes that she'd seen his other self─Hyper.

But, it was too late to go back.

(Y/n) was far too smitten with him, just as he was with her. He kissed her tenderly, lovingly, over and over again, his hands holding her so close that he might think she'll fold like origami.

"I've already sealed my fate," she whispered between kisses. "I love you, Kusuriuri."

She wanted to do this for so long—shower him in love and affection, to be showered in love and affection back. When her lips came back, there was more intensity behind his kisses, welcoming the part of her mouth with his own. His mouth was warm and welcoming, and she could taste the lingering sake left behind when he pressed his tongue into her own.

(Y/n) winced, feeling his long nails dig into the meat of her hips. It took Kusuriuri longer than it should have to realize the sound escaped her as he pulled back quickly. A thick strand of saliva kept their mouths connected as he glanced over her.

"Ah~" she breathed into him, her hands grabbing the fabric of his kimono and fisting the material in her palms. "It's okay."

She sounded amused, and his fingers gripped her just a little bit tighter as he kissed her just a little bit harder.

"Okay."

But is it really okay!? He didn't know when the last moments would be with her, and he didn't want her to slip between his fingers and tear. He didn't want to dance around his feelings to keep her safe when neither knew what tomorrow brings. So, instead, he continued to hold her close, savoring the warmth of her embrace and the sweetness of her lips.

She fell for him, a simple medicine seller, but the truth is that he was the one who fell for her.

And Kusuriuri is grateful.

[adventuringblind]

Monsters in my Mind

Max Verstappen x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Sometimes those thoughts won't leave, the ones you don't want... The ones that can be dangerous. All it takes is one person to help make them go away.

Warnings: Intrusive thoughts, referenced/implied self-harm, violent thoughts, impulsive behaviors, panic attacks, non-sexual dominance as a form of coping, dom/sub undertones

Notes: My thoughts are self stabby as of late. Pardon me as I write this for myself to keep my head and hands busy.

Side Note: Consider feeding my praise kink maybe...?

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The head is a strange place. One's conscious is usually meant to help them make the right decisions and not engage in acts that could hurt them or others. Her head, however, is the opposite of that.

It's a dark twisted place where thoughts that aren't her own find refuge. They want to bathe her in the ecstasy of things that shouldn't feel good. daydreams about things that could repulse any typical human being.

Sometimes they are so strong and her bodies reactions are so out of control, that she has to find relief somewhere. The knife against her skin takes the edge off. Is it normal to moan at the sting and feel satisfied looking at her red stained thighs? She does, until the realization settles in and the guilt won't let her think.

The thoughts laugh at her for giving in so easily. They scrutinize the fact she gets off on the pain.

She walks around in fear of herself. The anxiety and exhaustion from constantly fighting herself are visible on her body. She's tired, and everyone knows it. It's why they don't come near her. Always to caught up in her own head to realize people are trying converse.

It's not like her job requires to much discussion with people. Puzzles keep her brain busy and Ferrari keeps her busy with all the strategy mishaps they throw at her. They throw her a problem, she solves it, plans for next time, and they fuck it up again by not using the solution.

Sometimes she thinks about throwing herself in front of an F1 car going full speed. That voice in her head screams at her anytime she's close to the live track.

Then there is Max. His voice sends the thoughts running and it makes her want to cling to him. She wants him to never stop talking about anything and everything.

Today had been particularly difficult with the of the driver switch coming at the end of the season. Carlos and Charles are the first drivers she's worked with and they all got along great. She doesn't want it to change. That means more unknowns.

The wind graces her cheeks and kisses her finger tips as she sits on the balcony of their apartment. Everything is to much right now and her thoughts won't quiet.

She was in Maranello when the news came out. Her head became so loud with the fear of change and worry for her friend. Enough to be sent home for the day - alone, and nothing to help her head aside from the burning desire to just end it all.

Max had made arraignments for her to spend some time with him in the Milton-Keynes. She was still alone for periods of time. Enough to have to settle herself somehow.

The color red makes something in her relax. Specifically when it's flowing out of her own body.

Now Max is with her and she's stuck in her own head. The never ending maze of twisted thoughts keeps her from moving. The fear of giving in has been looming over her head for longer then normal. It feels like she's losing something, always has been with this team, but change feels far worse then staying with them.

Max hasn't pushed her to do much aside from at least stay in his presence. Occasionally attempting to get her out of her own head with movies and games. He's even spent hours at a time just talking to her about anything and everything.

He opens the door to the balcony, but she doesn't look at him. Not until he holds his hand out for her to take. An action she does without hesitation. No thoughts are needed for this, just following Max's lead.

He leads her over to the couch and arranges them so she can sit tucked into his lap. A grounding hand runs up and down the lenght of her spine. "I've been doing some research about how we might be able to get your head to quiet down."

"I'll do anything, jus' want it to stop." Her voice sounds dry and cracked from how hard she's screamed and cried through the last few days.

"Do you trust me?"

"More then I trust anyone."

She finds herself slipping off the couch and onto her knees, in-between Max's legs with her head resting against his thigh. His touch doesn't leave her skin. "You're doing so good for me. Listen to my voice and focus on taking big breathes for me. Can you do that for me?"

She hums in response. The continual stroke of Max's fingers against her face and sound of his voice already helping immensely.

"That's it, just breathe for me. I've got you; you don't have to fight the thoughts alone. I'm right here with you, keeping them away, never leaving your side." Max grabs one of her hands with his free one. her fingers lay between his. Her favorite puzzle with how easy the pieces fit together.

"You're here with me; I've got you. Those scary thoughts aren't your own. The are unwanted and uninvited, but most importantly, they don't define you. You are brave, loved, beautiful without gaping wounds. You're not crazy or psychotic. You are yourself, with your highs and your lows."

Her body has never felt like this. Her entire being wants to give itself over to Max. His breathes guiding her own, his gentle yet firm hold on her keeping her where he wants.

She lets herself fall under his spell. If Max can take the control away from her, make her complaint and relaxed like this, then he can have her thoughts too.

"That's it, such a good girl, let me think for you. I won't leave you to fight or flounder on your own."

She follows Max's directions, lets him guide her in this place of trust and letting go of things. He's turning her brain off and letting her float without any kind of worries except what Max is telling her to do.

Until all she can think of is him. The calm the comes with his presence and the way his voice falls over her like a soft blanket. Max is all she knows, occupying every crevice of her mind and leaving no room for anything else to creep in.

"How're you feeling, geliefd?" There is a lightness to his tone that makes her swoon.

She hums against his leg. "Warm, fuzzy, head empty."

"Then you stay here as long as you need, okay? I'll keep you safe."

And she does.

She falls into the warm embrace of Max's words. She lets him protect her and keep the dark ugly thoughts away.

With Max, her head is quiet. The voices can't come though. When they do, he's there to fight them back.

[kurogane2512]

Kuro it's me comix......

Three way sex with ningguang and Yelan g!p reader (since i don't think you write for male reader like i do but it's fine i like your stuff) but instead of a threeway it just turns into reader breeding the hell outta both of them

Heyy thank you so much for requesting, it's my first time writing male reader so do give me feedback if the characterization is fine and how I can improve :) Thank you for waiting as always! <3

18+ CONTENT MDNI

Game: Genshin Impact

Characters: Ningguang and Yelan x male!reader

Type: Smut (threesome, creampie, double handjob and blowjob, kissing, reader gets tied up, power bottom Ningguang and Yelan)

The vibrant fireworks of the Lantern Rite embellished the night sky; at the same time, the Jade Chamber was filled with sinful sounds of lovemaking and passion.

"My~ Seems you have been pent up quite a bit, Y/n~" Ningguang whispered in your right ear while stroking your shaft with her gloved hand, her breath and angelic voice sending shivers down your skin.

"Of course, he would be. You have kept him away for weeks, Ningguang~" Yelan continued by whispering in your left ear, rubbing your tip with her palm.

You were currently in Ningguang's private quarters at the Jade Chamber; to be precise, you were currently tied up with Yelan's strings on Ningguang's bed with both of them beside you.

"You do realize how busy I get? Besides, our agreement is to pleasure me when I call him. It's natural we spend quite a bit of time apart." Ningguang replied and licked the edge of your ear, her palm moving rubbing your shaft unbearably slow. What she said was indeed correct, you were merely in a contractual relationship with Ningguang, a mere plaything for her to satisfy her desires and release her frustrations.

"You do realize how cruel that is to him? You have even banned him from doing it with someone else~" Yelan continued, your pre-cum gathered on her palm which she used to stroke your head.

"Of course, I would. He belongs to me, exclusively. Even you I'm allowing just for today since you seduced him so much~"

Ningguang let go of your shaft and instead moved down to lick a long strip along your shaft, Yelan followed soon after and licked across your head.

"Hmm~ Doesn't that mean he's weak to be the plaything of the Tianquan?~"

"Oh, please, cut him some slack. I know he held back a lot for my sake, isn't that right, Y/n?~"

"Y-yes, mmhm!~" you let out a low moan the moment both of them began licking your dick at the same time.

Yelan swirled her tongue on your tip, gathering your pre-cum and spreading it around before wrapping her lips around the tip and sucking. Meanwhile, Ningguang left wet kisses on your shaft and licked long strips before coming up to your tip. They then switched roles, Ningguang bobbed her head up and down your tip while Yelan licked your shaft, simultaneously stroking your sac.

"Ngh! L-Lady Ningguang....Y-Yelan....! I-I'm close!~"

You bucked your hips into Ningguang's mouth, desperately trying to release your hands from the strings so you could push her down and fuck her mouth. Yelan instead tightened the strings even more, making you lie back down as Ningguang abruptly stopped sucking and came up to your face with a smirk.

"You remember the terms of our contract well, don't you?"

"Y-Yes, I only cum when you tell me to...."

"Good boy. You shouldn't need to be reminded for the rest of the night, right?~"

"My~ How uptight the Tianquan is. No wonder none of the other 'playthings' stayed for long~"

"You are running your mouth a bit too much today, Yelan." Ningguang warned Yelan who simply chuckled and swiftly straddled your lap, catching Ningguang off-guard.

"I was simply trying to lighten the mood because I feel bad for poor Y/n having to keep up with you. Hey, why don't you come with me? I'll give you a better deal than the Tianquan~"

"That's enough from you Yelan, unless you want to be thrown out."

"Hah~ Look how much in pain he is...." Yelan rubbed her core across your hard dick, "....How about I let you cum inside me? I'm sure Ningguang hasn't let you done that yet~"

Your eyes widened hearing Yelan's proposal, Ningguang observed your expression and frowned before straddling your face, facing Yelan while placing her cunt on your mouth.

"Hmm~ I didn't think our very capable Ms Yelan was so desperate to have a man she barely knows cum inside her~"

"Oh, I know him enough. Don't forget I was the one who did a background check on him for you~"

"Hehe~ If you think that's all there is to know about him then you are sitting on the wrong place~"

Yelan smirked before standing on her knees and aligning your shaft with her core, you felt her juices coat your tip as she took it in slowly before sitting down in one go. You hissed as your dick penetrated her hot and tight walls, feeling clamped by them. Ningguang watched the scene in envy and began rocking herself back n forth on your mouth.

Yelan set a relentless pace as she thrusted herself on your dick, her plump ass slapping against your thighs. Meanwhile, Ningguang wasn't far behind. You inserted your tongue in her slit as she rubbed herself, thrusting up and down on your mouth. Your senses were overtaken by both of them, your mind becoming hazy from the overwhelming pleasure but you were far from done and so were Yelan and Ningguang.

"Aaah! He's hitting so deep....N-No wonder you chose him, N-Ningguang—ngh!~" Yelan moaned as she fucked herself faster.

"I-I always....choose the best—mhm!~" Ningguang gasped as your tongue prodded at her sensitive spots.

Both of them panted out and rode you harder before moaning loudly as they came. Ningguang released her juices on your mouth that you religiously drank up and cleaned her while Yelan came on your dick as well and halted her movements.

"Heh~ He really didn't cum because you didn't tell him to~" Yelan mused before pulling out and sitting beside you, observing your throbbing hard dick that was ready to burst any moment.

"Hehe, I have trained him well, haven't I?~" Ningguang chuckled proudly before getting up from your mouth and sitting on the other side.

"L-Lady Ningguang....please....I can't anymore...." you pleaded out, too desperate to cum now. Ningguang smirked before making her over to your lap and pushing herself on your dick, lightly moaning as you hit her deepest spots.

"We don't have any condoms today but I'll give you a gift for Lantern Rite...." she leaned down and pecked your lips, ".....You can cum inside me today~"

A newfound energy surged through your body and Ningguang whimpered feeling your dick twitch inside her, "My~ Did that make you so excited? Being able to cum inside the Tianquan of Liyue?~"

She sneered and began riding you but you didn't let her as you instead bucked your hips up and made her arch back. Yelan released your arms as well and you wasted no time to grab Ningguang's waist and slam her down on your lap as you quickly pounded into her. She leaned forward and stabilized herself by clenching your shoulders while you continued ramming, fucking her out of her mind.

"C-Cum...cum in me, Y/n!~"

"As you wish, Lady Ningguang~"

You bucked your hips up and slammed into her deepest as you released your seed and painted her walls, she moaned loudly and came again feeling your hot cum seep inside her. She panted out and rested on your body before laying down beside you. Yelan watched you two intently the whole time, feeling her own arousal pool between her thighs as she fingered her clit looking at the scene in front of her.

"Hey. It's no fair if you both have all the fun~" You sat up at her statement and pushed her down as you came on top of her and aligned your dick with her entrance.

"Are you sure, Yelan?" you asked for confirmation and she nodded with a smile before pulling you close by your jaw, "Show me what you got~"

You smirked then pushed into her and sheathed yourself in one go, her back arching with a gasp. You wasted no time and pounded into her, her legs wrapping around your waist to pull you deeper.

"F-Faster....Harder.....F-Fuck me, Y/n!~" Yelan moaned loudly and you grunted before pushing her legs further, practically folding her into a mating press as you drilled hard and fast. Her moans and sound of your skin slapping filled the room, you leaned down and wrapped your lips around her perky nipple and sucked on them before biting down and pulling them.

"Aaaahn~! T-There....Y/n! More....right there! Give it to me!~"

Your hips slammed against her before hilting to the base as you came deep inside her, her hands clenching your back as she cried out in ecstasy. Your cum spilled down her thighs as you pulled out, gazing at her fucked-out state before you heard Ningguang chuckle on the side and embrace you from behind.

"It seems I should let you take reign more from now on, this state of yours isn't bad~" She slid her hand down to grab your dick while kissing your neck but you held her wrist and stopped her.

Confused, she was about to question you and but you quickly turned around and flipped her on her back. The Tianquan was surprised realizing what you were going to do but had no time to speak up as you propped her on her all fours and hilted into her warmth. She moaned out as you set a grueling pace, pounding into her and fucking her out.

You had enough of her controlling you, you wanted to show the Tianquan that you weren't so fragile just because you let her do as she pleased with you. Not to mention, she was simply too ethereal for you to miss this opportunity. Filling her up with your seed was the best gift you could have, and you made sure she would be feeling nothing but that for the rest of the day.

"Ah! Ah! Y/n! Haaaah!~ Yes! More! Fuck me! Yes~ Right there!"

The Tianquan's moans were music to your ears, her desperate and neediness to be filled by you was incomparable. You squeezed her ass and pounded faster and deeper once again before finally pushing deep and releasing another load into her. Her limbs lost their strength as she rested on the bed with your dick still inside her, hard and throbbing.

Just at that time, Yelan made her way to lie beside Ningguang and spread her legs for you. Well, it seems it was going to be a long night for you three. You couldn't ask for a better Lantern Rite than getting to fill two of the most powerful and beautiful women of Liyue with your seed.

[13a07s]

Incompetent

(Kei Tsukishima)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to mieille]

Requested by: Me :)

Word Count: 3,658

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Intoxication/Alcohol

Mentions of crossfading/marijuana

Name Calling: Skinny, Dumb/er, Stupid, Asshole, Crybaby

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     "Skinny," I slur, the tall blonde I just called for slowly making his way up the sidewalk laid in a path to the front door. He's one of Tetsuro's volleyball people or his 'student' as my brother likes to call him. He's a pretty boy. A pretty late to the party boy.

     "Kuroo-Chan," he grumbles, stalling his steps for a moment, taking the time to look around the front yard before he finishes the rest of the path. "Does your brother know where you are?" Tsukishima asks, the darkness of the night hiding the pointed look I'm sure he's sending down at me. Despite it being so dark outside, the blue of the headphones settled on his neck is still present in the black backdrop.

     I shrug my shoulders, my focus on shaking the empty cup in my hand to make sure it's empty. "Has anyone seen my sister?" Tetsuro's strained voice carries out through the open door and windows, almost but not fully drowned out by the music inside.

     The boy in front of me snaps his head up, looking at the party through the propped-open door before his sight falls back to me. "That’s a no," he mutters, his hands shoved in his pockets as he looks down at me. "You shouldn't be outside alone."

     "I'm fine," I hum, setting my plastic cup on the porch before propping an arm up, and resting my heavy head on it. It doesn't exactly feel heavy, more like it's dead weight stuck on my shoulders.

     "You're drunk," he counters, moving forward to stand on the bottom step, adding a few inches to his height. Tsukki is only standing for a moment before he crouches down, closing some of the height difference between us. "You shouldn't be alone while drinking, much less outside," he adds, elbows on his knees with his hands pressed together between his knees.

     "I'm fine," I repeat, shrugging my shoulders again as I let my eyes close. "Besides, you're outside alone."

     "I'm not drunk and I'm a guy," he huffs, glancing through the door again.

     "What's that supposed to mean?" I hiss, snapping both my eyes open and my body straight. Tsukki has a terrible attitude most of the time but I never thought misogyny was part of his arsenal.

"It means," he hisses back, the rough tone dropping from the rest of his statement. "Statistically, a sober man is far less likely to get assaulted than a drunk woman. I am a man. I am sober. You're a woman. You are not sober. Stop being stupid."

"You're stupid," I mumble, letting my head tilt to the side so I can look up at the stars instead of the mean boy in front of me. The mean, correct boy.

As I tilt my head, the ability to stop the rest of me from tilting goes out the window, replaced by the short free fall I'm going to have to endure. "Kuroo-Chan," Tsukki growls, his hands shooting forward. One settles behind my neck, cupping it to help my head stop moving. His other one settles in the middle of my back, pushing on me until I'm sat upright again. "You're dumb."

"You're dumber," I whisper, eyes locked on the stars in the sky. Tsukishima's hand on my neck feels warm, adding back some of the body heat the breeze of the night has been stealing from me. The one on my body feels big, easily covering a good chunk of my back. "Your hands are big," I add, my eyes shifting to look at the boy touching me. I try to shift my head to get a better look at him, but it takes a second before I can, Tsuki controlling the movement of it.

He stays silent for a moment, his eyes stuck behind the lens of his glasses slowly blinking as he looks at me. "Is that supposed to be an insult?"

"It's a sta... statis...tic," I jumble the word out, struggling to say it for a moment. Alcohol might make me feel loose and like the world is made out of sugar, but it doesn't help my speech very much.

"That wouldn't be a statistic. It would be a fact," he corrects, the hand on my back bouncing for a second before it goes flat against me again. "How much have you had to drink?" I shrug my shoulders, not completely sure what the answer is. A lot, I think. Probably a lot.

An annoyed sigh spills from Tsukishima, his eyes torn away from me again so he can scan what little of the party he can see through the door. "Too much, probably."

"Probably," I echo, dragging the word out as I let my eyes fall closed again. "I would like another one of those... um... frozen... you know... it's like juice and alcohol but frozen but not like a popsicle-frozen, you know?"

"A spiked slushy?"

"Yes!" I chirp, snapping my eyes open again. Tsukki looks unamused with me. "Yaku was making blue and red candy ones. I had a blue one. I want a red one. Do you want a red one?"

"I don't like drinking."

"Why not?" I ask, trying to tilt my head back to look at the sky again.

Like before, I have to wait for Tsukki to allow it, his hand tightening on the back of my neck so I don't fall onto the porch again. "Alcohol makes people incompetent."

"Your little boyfriend is in - com - pe - tent then," I stumble out, breaking up the word so I can say it easier. Last I knew the freckled boy always attached to Tsukishima was somewhere inside getting crossfaded with Karasuno's backup setter, Kenma, and a few other party-goers. Sugar-something, maybe? Maybe the sugar guy is their captain, though I think his name is dye-something.

"Yamaguchi is incompetent when he's sober too so that's not surprising."

"That's mean. You shouldn't talk about your friends like that," I lecture him around the giggles I can't help but spill.

"I assure you Yamaguchi doesn't mind," Tsuki tells me, letting out another annoyed sigh. "You on the other hand are incompetent when drunk and annoying while sober, so I guess I'll take incompetent over obnoxious."

My head - attempts - to lull to the side, the boy controlling my head movements giving in again and letting me move. My heavy lids droop a bit, trying my best to send him a side-eye of anger. I'm not annoying and I'm not incompetent, Tskuishima is just a mean person. "Do you think I'm annoying?"

Not-so-jolly green giant stays quiet for a moment, simply looking down at me stone-faced. "Yes."

"Asshole," I growl, trying to jerk myself away from his hold. My hands wrap around his wrist, trying to pull his hand off my neck.

Why does Tsukishima have to always be an ass? Would it kill him to be nice to people? Is his heart really that frozen over? I mean, he's not even nice to his best friend. What kind of person is mean to their best friend? People like Tsuki.

The mix of struggling to get his hand off of me and the swirling thoughts of how I ended up with the party asshole makes my eyes sting with tears, the emotions enforced by the alcohol in my system. I'm not this emotional or this easily upset unless I'm drunk. Booze might effortlessly make me happy but it makes all my other emotions easily accessed too.

"Don't cry, Kuroo-Chan," Tsukki murmurs, the hand on my back jumping up to wipe at my cheeks. "Being annoying isn't always a bad thing, crybaby."

"I'm not a crybaby," I try to argue, my voice cracking in the middle of my sentence making it hard to do.

"Well you're crying because I called you annoying. I think that qualifies as a crybaby."

"I'm crying because of the alcohol. Usually, I don't care about your bad attitude."

That gets me a soft grin, Tsukki's fingertips still wiping the wetness of my cheeks. "I know," he mutters, fingers frozen against my cheek for a moment before they're dancing across my skin again. "People tend to fall into drunk categories. Reckless drunks, emotional drunks, abusive drunks, or affectionate drunks."

"Affectionate is an emotion, stupid."

"It is. I suppose I misspoke. Clingy drunks."

"What's the difference," I murmur, letting my eyes fall closed again as I enjoy the light warm touches of Tsuki's fingertips.

"Reckless drunks tend to do stupid stuff for the laughs and experiences. Emotional drunks - like you - switch between being sad and happy easily. Abusive drunks are usually angry, sometimes saying mean things or hurting people. Clingy drunks are, well, clingy and whiney. Does that make sense?"

"Ya," I answer, slowly opening my eyes again. Tsukishima is fully focused on his fingers, watching them trace over my face. "Is it bad that I'm an emotional drunk?"

"No," he answers after a moment, his hand falling away from my face. "It's the best kind of drunk, at least in my book. They're the easiest to handle."

I hum for a moment, watching Tsukki as he watches me. "I need to pee."

His expression drops, back to being stone-faced as he slowly blinks at me again. "Then you should go to the bathroom."

"I should go to the bathroom," I echo, trying to remember how to get to the bathroom in Yaku's house. Is there a downstairs bathroom or just an upstairs bathroom? Where is the upstairs bathroom? I don't know. "I don't know where the bathroom is," I confess, my attention back on four eyes.

"Of course, you don't," he grumbles, another annoyed sigh being pushed out his nose. His eyes flicker up again, back on the party for a moment before they settle in me again. "Let's go find the bathroom, then your brother."

"I don't want to find Tetsuro," I tell Tsukki, my head falling backward at the surprise loss of support I wasn't prepared for.

"Why not?" He asks, his hands pushing against my sides, his hold ending up under my arms. Tsukishima lifts me as he gets up, setting me on my feet once he's standing.

"Because I'm mad at him," I answer, a small smile playing on my lips as the Lion King theme song plays in my head.

Tsukki slowly lets me go, giving me time to adjust to holding up my body weight again. "Why are you mad?" He asks, fully releasing me now.

"I don't remember."

"Of course not," he grumbles, a hand gripping my bicep as he starts walking away, leading me back into the house. As soon as we're across the threshold, we're hit with a heavy mix of music, flashing lights, and the twisted smell of booze and marijuana.

     I'm quickly tugged forward, and settled in front of the tall bean pole. Tsukishima's hands bouncing from their new place on my hips up to my biceps again. "I hate parties," he groans, tugging me closer to himself, my back pressed to his chest.

     "That's because you're boring."

     He shrugs the comment off or didn't hear it. Instead, he starts shouldering us through the hallway, hands falling back down to my hips so he can help me worm through the crowd.

     It takes a couple of minutes but we - more like Tsukki - manage to find the stairs. "Is the bathroom upstairs or downstairs?" He asks head lowered so he can speak closer to my ear.

     "I know there's one upstairs but maybe there's one downstairs."

     "Incompetent," he groans, jerking me towards the stairs. Tsukishima's arms loop around my hipbones, crossing themselves over my stomach as he presses me against the wall. Again, the walk up the stairs is slow, Mr. Know-it-all working to squeeze us around the people making out and passing out.

     When we get to the landing of the second floor, the party is still alive but less in your face. Lights are still low, two or three nightlights being the only source of light in the hallway. The music is softer too but the scent of weed is stronger than it was downstairs.

     A few people are littered around the space, some smoking, and again, some making out. There's a soft mix of a few different voices moaning and whining spilling from the make-outers and some of the bedrooms, making me turn my nose up. Who goes to a party and has sex in someone else's house? Someone else's bed? At least be decent and go do it in your car or something.

     I'm pushed on again, four eyes shoving me toward the line of six or seven people posted outside a door, the door to the bathroom if I had to guess. Most of them are scrolling on their phones and a few doing the potty dance as they wait.

     As Tsukki is making our way by the bathroom, the door swings open, the girl that was in there looking pale as she walks past. "Bathroom," he grumbles, pushing me through the door.

     "Hey!" The man next in line yells, already stepping up to my escort. "She has to wait in line like everyone else, buddy. Back of the line."

     "First come, first serve," Tsukishima answers, his shoulders relaxed despite the man puffing himself off. The dude is shorter than Tsukki, easily half a foot shorter, but he has more muscle mass.

     "No shit. That's why there's a line," the man hisses, taking a step forward.

     "I don't mind waiting," I butt in, gripping Tsukishima's elbow and tugging on it to try and get his attention.

     "You're not waiting," he grumbles, using his side to push me into the bathroom again. "Go to the bathroom," he orders, closing the door before I can argue with him again.

     The man keeps trying to fight Tsukki on the subject, the not-so-jolly green giant having a smart mouth response every time. I shake my head at the stupid boy, causing issues for no reason.

     My hands fall to my pants, trying to undo my belt so I can go to the bathroom and get out before things get too heated between the two. Despite my efforts, my fingers won't work how I want them to, making me struggle to get my belt unhooked. "Tsukki?" I call, trying to turn the doorknob to get it open. The handle won't turn though, making panic bubble in my chest. "Tsukki?" I call again, this time knocking on the door in hopes that'll get his attention. "Why won't the door open?"

     Luckily, it does catch his attention, the door cracked so the blondie can peek in. "Sorry, I was holding the handle and didn't notice you trying to open it. Not that it matters because I know for a fact you didn't go to the bathroom yet."

     "I can't get my belt open," I mutter, my cheeks quickly going hot with embarrassment.

     Glass's eyes snap closed, annoyed sigh, and then they're open again. "You're a very incompetent drunk, do you know that?" He asks, opening the door further so he can slither into the room. His attention is off me for a moment, long enough for the lock on the door to snap into place. "Come here," Tsukki grumbles, fingers shoved between my belt and my pants to pull me closer to him.

     My body tingles as his fingers slide over my belt, settling on the buckle of it. Again, the room is filled with snapping, this time it's my belt being undone instead of the lock being put in place. The next sounds are the snap of my pant button and then my zipper being undone. "Go to the bathroom," he orders again, tapping my forehead with his finger.

     "Yes sir," I hum, turning around and walking away from him. Tsukki rests against the door, his head tipped backward so he's looking at the ceiling. I wiggle my pants down before settling on the toilet, my bladder full but unwilling to go with an audience. "I can't go."

     "Why not? It's not like I'm staring at you." He sighs, eyes still locked on the ceiling.

     "You're going to hear me."

     "You have to be kidding me," he groans, hands jumping to his headphones before settling them over his ears. His hands dig through his pockets, taking out his phone and messing with it for a moment before putting it back. Tsukki throws me a thumbs up, his music loud enough that I can hear the soft humming of it outside his headphones.

     That's good enough for my body, my bladder finally giving in and releasing the pressure of my needs. I go about my business, trying not to think about how there's a boy, my brother's rival 'student', standing in the bathroom with me.

     Once I'm done, I take the time to wash and dry my hands, my fingers instantly chilly because of their dampness and the wind blowing through the open bathroom window. "Tsukki?" I call again, pressing my hands against his neck, his body heat instantly starting to eat away at my chilliness.

     His head snaps down, an annoyed scowl on his face. Despite his annoyance, his hands drop down to refasten my pants and belt for me. When my pants are secure in my body again, Tsukishima tugs his headphones off, pulling my hands away from his warmth to settle them in place. "Don't do that again."

     "Why not?"

     "I don't like being cold," he grumbles, turning away from me to unlock and open the door. Tsukki strolls out of the bathroom, leaving me standing in the doorway looking after him. He gets halfway down the hallway before his head starts moving around, checking both sides of himself before turning towards me again. "What are you doing?"

     "I don't know," I answer, shrugging my shoulders.

     "Come here," he orders his voice a mix of pissiness and disbelief. I do as ordered again, trailing down the path he just took before standing in place next to him. "You are so dumb. It's amazing how dumb you are. You might even be dumber than Hinata and Kageyama," Tsukishima lectures me, shoving his fingers between my belt and my pants again and wrapping them around my belt. This time he's clinging to a section that runs across my lower back.

     "I'm not dumb."

     "Yes, you are," he argues, using my belt to tug me down the hallway, back toward the stairs. The descent back down is easier this time, Tsukki already knows the layout and how to work around everyone. Once we're on the landing of the first floor, I only get a second before four eyes is pulling on me again, leading me down the first hallway we crossed. "Where's the kitchen?"

     "That way," I chirp, pointing at the swinging door at the end of the hallway. Tsukki groans again, pulling me in the direction I pointed. He shoulders the door open, maneuvering the both of us into the kitchen.

     My eyes instantly fall on the frosty owl of my brother's friend group. "Boku-Chan!" I call, wiggling in Tsukishima's hold, trying to get loose to greet Tetsuro's friend.

     "Hey, hey, hey," the big man barks, quickly making his way toward us. "Mini-Rooster and Tsukki-poo."

     "Don't call me that," Tsukishima complains, letting me go when Bokuto is two or three steps away from us.

     I instantly shoot forward, colliding with the big man's chest. Bokuto's arms fall over my shoulders, holding me to his chest as his hand rubs against my back. I welcome the comfort of a man I grew up seeing as one of many big brothers Tetsuro has collected for me, wrapping my arms around him and burying my head in my chest. "Killer graduation party Yaku is throwing, huh? What did he get his degree in again?"

     "Sports studies or something dumb like that," I answer, my words coming out muffled because of my position.

     "Are you enjoying the party, Tsukki-dude?"

     "No," he answers, voice clipped short. "Do you know where Kuroo is?" He asks his hand back to being wrapped around my belt, tugging me away from Bokuto. Tsukishima doesn't stop tugging on me until I'm situated against him again, his chest to my back.

     "What? Worried Kuroo is going to see you hanging on his baby sister? I heard he put the fear of God in the last guy he saw clinging to his mini-me," Bokuto teases, a soft chuckle following.

     "He didn't put the fear of God into my ex. Tetsuro just... made sure he knew if he caused me any issues during the break that Kenma has the means to 'get rid of him' but he just kidding," I correct, letting my head rest against Tsukki's shoulder. The alcohol is catching up to me and making it hard to keep my thoughts straight. All I can think about is how he smells like vanilla.

     "Sure he was, Chicky," Bokuto mutters, shaking his head at me. "Well, you two enjoy yourself. When I run into Kuroo I'll let him know I saw you safe and sound, without a tall blonde four-eyed blocker gripping you like he wants to eat you whole." The joking is paired with a passing wink this time, the owl-man walking off to go do who knows what.

     "It's not like that!" Tsukishima yells after him, his breath a bit huffy.

     "Sure it ain't, Tsukki-dude," the owl yells over his shoulder, the argument getting cut off when the kitchen door swings closed.

     "It's not like that," the blocker repeats, this time quieter and aimed at me. I shrug my shoulders, letting more of my body weight melt into him. "It's not."

     "It's okay if it is."

     "You're incompetent, Kuroo-Chan," he grumbles, his grip tightening on me. I glance up at him, sure as the sun that his cheeks are dusted pink. "And annoying."

     "I know."