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Chapter 7.3 - You Can't Go Home
As they filter off the train, the smell of iron gets further away and Akira finally begins to relax.
He asks her a ton of questions, partly because he's curious and partly because he wants to keep the focus off himself. Alice is in the middle of talking about her class when her body goes rigid.
Akira scans for a threat but comes up empty. Train stations are generally pretty clear of supernatural creatures, except low-level spellcasters and baby vampires at night. They arenât much use when you can transportalate, turn into a bat, or run for miles in wolf form. And the fae avoid them altogether.Â
âYou good?âÂ
She flinches when he reaches for her hand. âI-Iâm fine,â Her smile doesnât quite reach her eyes. âDo you smoke? Weed, I mean, not cigarettes. IâŠI think Iâm gonna smoke. Do you wanna come with me?â
âI thought you said you had to turn this assignment in,â he reminds her.
She stares across the platform, but he still canât figure out what sheâs looking at.Â
âIâll do it later. And you donât have to come. That was weird of me to peer pressure you,â her laugh comes out high-pitched and wrong, âYou're probably busy. Iâm good. Iâm gonna go. And youâll go, and Iâll just see you later.â
She's babbling and her hands are shaking. There is no universe where he just leaves her like this.
âYeah, I smoke," he takes her hand and leads her to the exit. "And I got time. No classes, remember?â
Akira has been to the Commons a few times (for creeper reasons), but he's never climbed the tower. The air is especially crisp, but Alice doesn't seem bothered by it.
Despite resisting earlier, he finds himself wishing she would extract some promise from himâsome commitment to keep him tied to her. It's a terrible idea. He knows better. Akira has always been careful not to break one of the rules heâd learned by brute force.
âThis is a shit weed,â he coughs.
âHey!â Alice playfully points an accusatory finger, âI invite you to my secret perch and share my paltry stash, and you insult me?â
âYou need a new dealer if this is your stash.â
âAnd a new bank account!â She laughs. âTry to chillax, my dude; you are working against the medicinal benefits.â
He tries. His lungs fill, but it takes three more rounds of coughing before he evens out. Alice, meanwhile, is a professional. She barely coughs, though she's had twice as much as him. He's not even sure she's high.
"Why photography?" he asks when she joins him on the bench.
"Most of the time, I get asked about painting; no one even thinks about photography."
He shrugs, "Your focus isnât Fine Arts. Why am I gonna ask you about something you donât do? You want me to guess?" When she nods, he waves a hand across the sky, pretending to paint a picture. "Art lets you remake the world in a more pleasing image, which is kind of nice because the world is shit. But you do photography because you want the shitty stuff upfront. No lies. You'd rather tango with the truth."
She straightens, suddenly alert. "Maybe. Kind of. But photography is also lies. All you do when you snap a picture is capture a moment in time. You can still tell yourself a story about the emotion you saw or what really happened. It's just a different kind of lie from painting."
The weed is definitely kicking in, but he likes her explanation.
"So what are you studying?" she asks.
Direct questions are the hardest to dodge. Especially now when he feels like heâs floating a hundred feet in the air. "I'm studying nothing," he says honestly. "I just follow what interests me."
"Why?"
"Because I have a lot of time." Infinite, actually, if he kept his head attached to his body and didn't end up on the wrong side of a curse.
"If I had time, that's what I'd do too. And catch up on back seasons of 7 Wild Dates."
Akira laughs, "Stop. I changed my mind. That show is moving to the bottom of my watch list."
âDonât be mean!â Alice sticks out her tongue, "That's quality programming you're missing."
They smoke more and talk about nothing, which feels like talking about everything because Alice leaps from topic to topic. She knows a little about a vast number of subjects, like knowledge for her is a series of wading pools and she's just hopping from one body of water to another.
It's how Akira operates too. Once he gets the gist of something, he's ready to move on.
âTell me one thing about you so you can stop accusing me of hanging out with a stranger," she says, "Where are you from?â
A flash of pink sky.Â
A veil that never seems to part.
A home he canât get back to.
The yearning is so real he jolts. âWhat if I told you that nothing about me or my life is what it seems? And because I donât want to lie to you, youâre probably gonna find I wonât answer all your questions. Maybe any of them.â
Alice thinks for a minute. âI guess Iâd say tell me what you can, not what you canât.â
Akira wants to praise her wordplay. He wants to kiss her. He does neither.
âI love horror movies,â he confesses, âWhen I was like, 10, I snuck into the Moonlight Massacre Marathon at the theater downtown, and I was fuckinâ hooked.âÂ
The whole story comes tumbling out, even the part about Titania being a little shit and ratting him out to their parents. Alice laughs and complains about her step-sibling, and Akira viciously guards every drop of information she shares with him.
âI like horror movies too. If I throw in Moonlight Massacre II, will that elevate 7 Wild Dates on your watch list?â
His phone buzzes with a reminder about tonightâs job. He gets to his feet. âNext time,â he tells her.
âYou promise?â
A promise is a dangerous thing.Â
âA binding thing.Â
A vow.Â
No promises.Â
Akira nods, âYeah, I promise.â
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(Part 3 of 4)
#ts4#simblr#The Save File Chronicles#Season 1#POV: Character Name#Sims 4 Story#tw: panic attack#tw: drugs#akira is down so bad#its honestly ridiculous
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Hey everyone! The exclusivity period for the @moon-knight-zine Lunar Labyrinth is over, so I can now share with all of you the two fics I wrote for it. I hope you enjoy!
hold me fast and fear me not
Word Count: 1.8K
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Layla El-Faouly/Marc Spector, Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant, Layla El-Faouly & Jake Lockley
Characters: Layla El-Faouly, Marc Spector, Steven Grant (Marvel), Jake Lockley
Tags: Dissociative Identity Disorder, Post-Season/Series 01, Protective Layla El-Faouly, POV Layla El-Faouly, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fae & Fairies, Fae Magic, Inspired by Tam Lin, Ballad 39: Tam Lin, Illusions, Mind Manipulation, Hand Holding: The Fic, Lunar Labyrinth Moon Knight Zine Fic
Summary: As they make to leave the realm of Avalon, Layla and the boys find themselves caught up in the machinations of the fae.
May You Bury Me
Word Count: 2K
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Characters: Layla El-Faouly, Background & Cameo Characters
Tags: Minor Character Death, POV Layla El-Faouly, Layla El-Faouly-centric, Protective Layla El-Faouly, Post-Moon Knight (TV 2022) Season 01, Post-Season/Series 01, Mentioned Marc Spector, Mentioned Steven Grant (Marvel), Mentioned Jake Lockley, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Parent-Child Relationship, Loss of Parent(s), Layla El-Faouly is Taweret's Avatar, (and Taweret is a god of several things), Mother-Daughter Relationship, Father-Daughter Relationship, Mentioned Abdallah El-Faouly, Lunar Labyrinth Moon Knight Zine Fic
Summary: Layla helps a mother and child, and discovers what it truly means to be an Avatar of Taweret.
#moon knight#mcu#moon knight fic#my fic#fanfic#fic#my fanfic#marvel#marvel fic#fanfiction#my fanfiction#lunar labyrinth#moon knight zine#layla el-faouly#marc spector#steven grant#jake lockley#layla pov getting all the love with these fics. i always seem to do that with shorter mk fics#and gasp! a moon knight fic....without moon knight. move over boys it's layla time#i wrote both of these over a year ago so it feels both weird and exciting to finally share them#but yeah....it's nice to let them out in the wild#queue
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Stop im rewatching why dan is leaving me bc of ur post theyre so disgustingly domestic i adore them
sometimes i watch that video just to feel something
#you are so valid for that anon#theres something about the energy of that video that really gets to me#theyre filming cause its promo and its good clickbait and its silly and fun and Them#but its also For Them yknow?? theyre like we're gonna talk about how we're gonna be apart for the longest time since we've known each other#AFTER 13 years of knowing each other#just even framing it like that really is wild. but its exactly what happens. and they're both on the same page of yeah its a long time.#which. it isnt That Long but it IS for them yknow!#the silly intro phil does in front of Dan's closet. and it starts with dan going oi if you're crying about me it better be a long video!#its goofy and ridiculous. theyre in this bouncy happy uncertain mood. because theres gotta be some adrenaline with it but also appreciating#each other while theyre still there together. then its the complete lack of intro to dan bc come on now its dan you know him. obviously.#& then its the 'sphere' convo and im like bitch. he wants to touch you cause youre leaving!!! let him!!#then dans genuine shock at the swear like mans is down BAD. and then the teasing! the so real plant teasing. but also general life concern#the heart cactus makes me feel some type of way okay#the sheer domesticity of the stair convo and the ps4 struggle#and how phil turns it right back on dan with the selfie incident and dan is bashful about it.#and how phil just. gets to say that dan cant shower in the bus. bc it freaks him out. & ofc dan wont stress him like that.#(also the closet rifling. something dan's 'nice to know you do. in a dark drawer somewhere' vs the lacey shirt being lacey underwear idea)#the bathroom being very clearly a shared space.#goddd theyre sooo smiley and soft and i Cant#dnp#c.text#dan and phil
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my dad is literally the person my anxiety worries everyone else is like
people will be like "nobody cares what you look like/do/whatever" and then there's my dad lmao
mum and sister are good at being judgemental on general, but dad always gets so pissed off
just the other day getting mad at someone who was still learning (had Fahrschule sign) for... idk, I think they were just going slow?
so. like. bestie why are y'all surprised India scared to learn how to drive ahshsab
#cylas speaks#he also does the thing where he'll drive really close behind someone who goes 'too slow' in order to make them switch lane#just no consideration for other people#yeah anxiety has me convinced everyone around me is always judging me and probably getting upset when i do something wrong#but it's not unfounded! i have that exact example irl right in front of my eyes! not directed at me but everyone else! so why would i#not believe that most other people are like that too!#my online space is pretty open minded and positive and accepting etc#going out with family can be wild#like gods above and below just let people wear clothes#why do you care so much what others look like#just mind your own business#being kind costs nothing just keeping shit to yourself costs nothing if you got nothing nice to stay keep quiet is2g#doing stuff like not shaving and wearing shorts despite cellulite was quite a step bc i know my family comments on those things on others
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sorry imma put this one on here, i wanna reply to it but i won't be able to without watering down my intent, and if i do my point loses its weight
edit: nvm LMFAO i worded it nicely in the end, under the cut tho cus this is mf long
(context: in this chapter of a manhwa, the sister of a criminal who attempted to kill the main protagonist talked with her and told her about how her other brother died in interrogation for being part of the revolutionary group against the monarchy. his death was happening in tandem with the main character's violin recital, of which her father left his duty from interrogating the brother, just so he could attend. it was framed in such a way to show how oblivious she was to the political climate surrounding her, how her privilege kept her sheltered, and how even when the criminal's sister went to their gates she was detained and shooed away and dismissed as "causing a fuss". their eyes meet from the MC being up high on the balcony, and the woman from down low past the fences, officers manhandling her into going away as she was a commoner and could be seen as an ally to her brother as part of the revolutionary party. the woman says specifically that she doesn't think that the mc is guilty, she just wants her to know what happened. and the mc reflects on all of this and realises how clueless she's been, how sheltered of a life she had that, until now, she couldn't find the common thread between the two of them, and she starts crying and apologising. later on, when she calms down, the weight of her privileged birth and its responsibilities hits her, and she's steeling herself, and the chapter ends.)
first of all. hmmm?? "what exactly is the FL's fault"? of course, if we were to go by straightforward, linear logic, SHE hasn't done anything wrong. she never ordered her dad to kill people. she doesn't even know people are dying. no one has been put under harms way by her direct actions. all these things would be enough to clear your conscience.... if you are a child, that is.
if you are an adult, like she is, you will eventually realise that you have the power to impact people and things and your surroundings. if you are an adult with a moral conscience, you will feel BAD about your obliviousness to others' suffering that makes you rethink about what your blindspots in perception are; how could i have missed something so vital - how long has this been going on - why did this continue to happen? and this is the stage she is getting at. by our estimates as modern people living in modern world standards, it is very late to be living this long and not realise that you are not the only unique occupant of the world, blind to other people's perspectives. but that's besides the point, because everyone has their own path and pace to follow. it doesn't matter how long it took to get here, we're just glad you're here now to do the good work with us.
do you not feel some sort of revulsion knowing that a family member of yours is acting in immoral ways, and you've been the unwitting beneficiary to that immorality? does it not burden you with responsibility when you realise you could have had multiple opportunities to speak out against the hurt being inflicted onto others, while you were in a position to do so safely and without extreme repercussion? THAT is what she's feeling. she knows that she technically do anything wrong, but she didn't do anything right, either. and it is not enough to know suffering exists, but to strive to heal it, whenever you are able.
this is obviously a fictional story so it doesn't have to be that deep; except it can be, and it's trying to be, because this story is set after the revolution has toppled over the monarchy, so themes like classism, privilege of birth and how to quantify someone's 'value' will be present.
nevermind i wrote all of this but i got so heated instead that i actually managed to write a pretty polite sounding response to the comment, leading with curiosity abt their perspectives and trying to sound friendly and Open to Discussion. the proofreader in me will never die as long as im pissed off at people but trying to find a constructive way of communicating that upset đȘđđ
anyways. this is what i wrote instead
i don't do zines these days but my proofreader ability for real saves my ass so many times in writing communication. fr i think i would've made some very regretful choices if i were trigger happy ajdhskdjkdjd i'm quite satisfied w what i wrote, i lined out what i got different from them and expressed curiosity on their perspective, posited positives to recontextualize things so that i'm not just going "no ur wrong and Here's Why", gently went "we can agree to disagree!" and remained pretty lighthearted throughout, with no accusatory or pointed language. i'm p proud of myself!! i am able to engage in discussions without pissing myself and other people off!! hurray!!
#yuu rambles#i for real could FEEL the elitist part of my brain going IF YOU WANTED THINGS TO BE CLEARCUT AND SIMPLE WHY WOULD YOU READ A TRAGEDY / WAR#GENRE MEDIA. GO READ ROMCOMS. but then i was like calm down man... nothing good will come out of being mean... it's Fine#and i was like. mb you're totally right. we can talk like human beings and exchange opinions in discussions and enter convos in good faithđ#and the logic part of my brain was like okay lets combine our powers with Social brain and proofread this so we act w more diplomacy nd tac#yeah. idk that was a wild ride to go on for like half an hour LMFAO#alright see ya!!! thanks for readin my rambles!!#EDIT: SOME OTHER PPL COMMENTED UNDER THE THREAD AND WAS SO STRAIGHTFORWARD BEING LIKE BRUH WTF ARE U SAYING#KAHDKSHFKFK HELPPPPP THSIS ACTUALLY SO FUCKING FUNNY. I WAS TRYING SO HARD TO BE NICE BUT PPL OUT HERE STRAIGHT UP WAS LIKE#SHUTTING THEM DOWN. not even trying to be overly respectful or anything just really 'what the hell are you saying?'#yuu reads#my beloved oppressor#<- title of the manhwa btw LMFAO
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Steve was always being brushed off when he asked people to read things aloud for him,
In middle school his assigned partner for their âFrankensteinâ project gave him a scornful glare and ignored him when he had asked them to read the passages aloud.
In his sophomore year, heâd turned to ask Robin Buckley to read a old newspaper article about the âWild Westâ to him, because he couldnât make it out through the fonts and weird words. She had fixed him with a cold look but before she could respond, Tammy was tapping his shoulder offering her help.
Then, while studying with Nancy and Barb at lunch, Steve had asked for help reading study cards. His own study cards. The paper was too bright and the squiggles too squiggly. Both of them had looked at him, them each other, clearly trying to decide if it was a joke.
Barb had scoffed under Nancys pointed look and gone back to her own notes. And while Nancy hadnât read them out for him, she had handed him her own notes on some nice blue and yellow cards. It took him a while, but he could read them. Maybe she thought he hadnât wrote any.
After that, he went a long time without asking anyone to read him things. Turns out that once you graduate, reading isnât much of an issue. Heâd gotten by just fine by looking at his Archie comics and ignoring the swirling lines of articles surrounding them.
He didnât need to ask again until Scoops Ahoy. For a cheap, overly themed ice cream parlour there sure was a whole lot of memorising and reading to be done. He couldnât see the charts properly, couldnât really make out the dates on the tubs in the freezer. But every time he asked Robin for help, her frown would deepen and deepen until she just snapped. It hadnât been that mean, really. Just an annoyed yell followed by accusations of being lazy, her not understanding how he managed to graduate, one last comment of him being a âbumbling idiotâ.
After the Russians, she never said anything like that to him again. And she always did the inventory and lists for him.
It takes until summer, 1987, for anyone to read aloud to Steve. They were laying across Eddieâs new bed in comfortable silence.
Steve had his legs dangling off the edges as Eddie leant back against him, legs pointing up against the wall in a way he swore was actually comfortable. He had been reading a new book called âSpellfireâ and he couldnât seem to put it down.
âEddie?â
âHm?â
âWhatâs your book about?â
âThis? Well IâŠNot sure itâs really your thing, man.â
âMaybe.â He goes back to reading. âI could see if itâs my thing?â
Eddie twists his head sideways to look up at Steve with a slightly confused face. âYou wanna borrow it?â
âWas thinking you could read it.â He fiddled with the pocket of his jeans in a hopefully casual and not freaking out way. He didnât look at Eddie as he waited, but after a few moments he responded.
âSure. Thatâs fine, yeah. Want me to start over or go from here?â
âFrom there is good.â
And it was good, it was really really good. Steve hadnât been able to read a book since middle school, hadnât really tried again after that. But as he lay back and let Eddieâs voice wash over him he couldnât help feeling that heâd been missing out.
Sure, it actually wasnât really his thing, but the way Eddie read aloud painted such a clear picture that Steve enjoyed it anyway. The other would change his voice slightly for different characters and added emotions into his speaking. If it was a tense moment, heâd go slow and add gaps in just the right places. If it was fast paced heâd speed up and get more and more manic until the action cut off. He felt like he was reading along. Felt like he could see the pages in the book, but also the characters and the dungeon they were combining through.
So, for the first time Steve hadnât been brushed off. He had probably found the only person he knew who could turn reading a book into a performance. One he would happily be seated for every night.
From then on, new books turned up at the trailer every week, Steve not far behind.
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#robin buckley#stobin#dyslexia#dyslexic steve harrington#fic#mini fic#writing#hcs#my writing
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we never talk about it â op81
genre: humor, angst, yearning, massive crushes, and lots and lots of miscommunication, assistant!reader
word count: 11k
It's unwiseâlonging for someone like Oscar. While he's the epitome of someone anyone can easily fall in love with, you're the epitome of a devoted girl who will fall in love with him. You might not even care too much about all the heartbreak you endure along the way.
inspired by this !
cherry here!... based on real events.
Do you remember the day we first met?
The wind doesnât do its job in blocking him out, the way you prayed and wished it would. Youâre still able to catch the crack in his voiceâa distant reminder of the way it once made you giggle. Even his nose is beet red, matching the Christmas lights. But apart from all that, you still hear him. You still see him.Â
You always have.
âA little bit. Yeah.â
He flinches, then tries to play it off with a soft smile. Like he doesnât want you to uncover the slight hurt he feels. But he canât read your mind. He never could. And that was the problem.
Oscar nods, feigning indifference. âI do. Remember it all, I mean. Think back to it quite often."
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Itâs utterly useless to try and ignore him, really.
His hair is too fluffy, his eyes are too bright, and his accent is making you want to flaunt the way some loony character would with a hand over their heart. It was honestly a tad bit demeaning.
But you can't help it. You admire the way his brown locks fall in a lousy manner when he towers down to sign the contract. You blush when his eyes get that twinkle in them. And you swoon over almost anything he says with a shy smile.
âYouâre drooling.â
Mortified, you briskly run the back of your hand against your mouth before sending a harsh glare. Lando snickers. âWould you please stop?â
His jaw drops, theatrically. âYouâre not actually into himâare you?â
He says it with a trace of humor, but also shock, and you can't help but have your mouth run dry. A loose grin starts to expand across his lips as you hurriedly shake your head. âO-of course not. Are you crazy?â
But if anything, you feel crazy. You must be, right? With every passing second of your heart beating faster and faster against your chest simply just by looking at the young Australian, youâre sure you fall straight into the category like some love fool.
Lando squints his eyes. âI donât know.â He leans in straight into your face, nearly hissing. âAm I?â
âAm I interrupting?âÂ
Flinching hard, you turn quickly to face Anastasia. Youâd initially met the black haired girl back in 2019. As you started off as the Brits personal assistant, she took over as Carlosâ and later also Danielâs. Over the course of time, you two came to be as close as sisters.Â
âNo! Not at all,â you squeak, nervously before pushing the McLaren driver away and patting towards the open chair next to you. She giggles, rolling her eyes and adjusting herself. âHow was the flight over?â
A shrug. âAs good as it can get. Sat next to a silver fox, so I guess that must count for something, no?â Lando shudders. She leans in closer, plopping her head against your shoulder. âWhatâd I miss?â
âNot much.â Only, thatâs not true. She missed the way he laughed awkwardly when the doors wouldnât slide open and let him into the headquarters. She missed the way he rolled his Râs a little too hard when saying âsorryâ. She missed the way he grabbed the pen with a certain glow on his face, like he almost couldnât believe any of this was happening. Lazy fingers pat her head gently once before sighing. âHe seems nice.â
âHow do you know?â
You know because of the way he talks to everyone. Like he cares about what they have to say. Whether itâs about how great his career is going to be here in McLaren or if they introduce their kids to him via FaceTime. He always wore the same smile, talked in the same warm tone. So, could your guess be far off? Yes. It could be completely far off. But you would bet money that it wasnât.Â
âJust a wild hypothesis.â
Her laugh isnât too loud, not ridiculously so, at least, but the fact that it echoes is what makes it appear as such. Anastasia is quick to slap her hand over her mouth, the Brit turns fast to face her with panic evident in his eyes, and you simply blink with a shade of red slowly creeping towards your cheekbones.Â
Zak grins. âYou three.â
âOh, weâre out,â Lando mumbles in monotone, already grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the exit. You follow numbly, like you donât have any strength left in your body.Â
âYouâre leaving me?â Anastasia hisses.
âSheâs my assistant,â he says like a matter-of-fact. âWhere I go, she goes.â
âOh, you Judasââ
âAll of you,â Zak clarifies, narrowing his eyes over to you and the Brit. You gulp.
With a soft curse, Anastasia stands up, tall and firm, and makes her way over with all the confidence in the world. You frown, craving to be the same way, even just a small percentage. Instead, you have to be forced by the McLaren driver.Â
With every step, your head just spins faster because now, heâs more than real. You can smell his cologne. You can count all the moles that cover his face if you really wanted to. You can spot how his hair is still a bit wet, indicating an early shower.Â
Heâs just becomingâ too real.Â
âLando, buddy, meet your new teammate!â
âNice to meet you,â the blue eyed boy declares with a loopy grin, letting go of your hand in order to shake his.Â
âLikewise.â
Zak claps once. âOh! And meet your personal assistant, Anastasia.â
âHere for anything you might need,â she cheers with a bright smile.
âFantastic.â
A wave of silence overlaps your four before Lando clears his throat. âAnd even though you might not be working with her one-on-one, this is my Anastasia.â A snicker. âMy assistant, if you will.â
âNice to meet youââ
âNice to meet youââ
You both freeze, hands intertwined for a second longer before abruptly letting go. He lets out a dry laugh while you do the same. The way your skin tingles makes you blush.Â
âThis is fun and all, but we actually have somewhere to be,â the Brit claims with a suspicious look slashed across his usual laid back expression. You nod. âBut weâll see each other soon, man. Canât wait to race together!â
In a flash, you two are out the door, leaving a dumbfounded Oscar blinking slowly.
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âHe fucks with you.â
âExcuse me?â
Another bench press. âAs in, he likes you. Heâs into you.â
You donât dare ask who he is because you already know who the Britâs referring to and that would only inflate your ego. Snapping your fingers, you narrow your eyes. âFocus. Two more sets left to go.â He groans, flipping you off.
It would be a lie to say that this didnât make your self-esteem skyrocket. Could he be right? Could someone like Oscar ever lay eyes on you? Somewhere in your dreams, youâd like to say yes. Yes. That is a possibility. But the longer you think about it, the more unrealistic it gets.
You donât have what others do. And that itself is enough to pop the bubble.Â
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The start of the season is always tough.Â
âHeâs extremely nervous.â
For some more than others.
You frown. âReally? But heâs usually soâŠrelaxed.â
Anastasia shrugs, hair falling over her shoulder as she continues typing. âI mean, I tried talking to him but with everything I said, heâd just replyâ'that's niceâ. It was sarcastic, if anything. I would have laughed if I didnât feel for him. Poor boy.â Her fingers freeze mid-air. âWaitâdo you think you could talk to him?â
âIâm not sure thatâs a great ideaââ
âCome on! Maybe itâll help him ease his nerves!â
âAnaââ
âPlease.â
You huff. âOkay. Fine. Yeah. Iâll see what I can do.â
As soon as you knock, you almost want to turn away. Maybe it was all an exaggeration. Plus, itâs not like heâs going to die from having butterflies in his stomach. Yeah, surely heâll be fine and he doesnât really even need you toâ
âCome in.â
He wasn't expecting you, that much you can tell by the way his brows go up. But heâs quick to erase the confusion, settling with a fond expression. âHey.â
âHi,â you squeak before cringing at the sound. He chuckles, returning to his warm-up exercises. âHow are you feeling?â
Another chuckle, this time amused. âAnastasia sent you, didnât she?â
âWhat?â A beat. âNo.â
He hums. âTsk. Iâm a bit nervous, that's all.â
You lick your lips, kicking your foot up against the doorframe. What could you possibly say that she hasnât already? If she couldnât ease him, then how can you? The thought of messing up and making it worse makes your stomach churn.Â
âYouâre going to do gââ
âGreat?â He sighs, blowing his cheeks. âThatâs exactly what she said.â
âAnd whatâs wrong with it? Sheâs only trying to help.â
âNo. I know she is, butâŠâ He looks down onto his lap, pausing all movements. âLook, I appreciate you both. What youâre trying to do for me, but I canât stand hearing what others think I want to hear.â
âIt doesnât do it for you?â
His eyes grow slightly wide with the way you go about and ask. Heâs never seen you be anything other than sweet and reserved. But thisâright nowâis stern and very coach-like. Something and someone you arenât. Not even close.
âIt doesnât,â he admits, finally looking away. âNever liked it. Always sounds too forced.â
You nod, crossing your arms. âFine. I can tell you the truth. I can be truthful.â He perks. âOscar, youâre a terrific driver.â He groans, covering his face with his hands. âBut just because youâre great doesnât mean youâll be great all the time.â The Australian frowns, uncovering and looking up at you with attentive eyes. âYouâre going to mess up. Youâre going to be second, or third, or sometimes even twentieth, but that doesnât matter, you know why?â
âWhy?â
âBecause you signed that contract, so you sort of have to suck it up, either way.â He lets out a loud laugh. Very unlike him. A weak smile threatens to fall as you try your best to push it back. âThereâs going to be bad races, but thereâs also going to be very good races. It all depends on you and how hard you work. Sometimes youâll have a good car, a good strat, and others youâll have a shitbox and a bad strat. Thatâs just the way this sport works, okay?â
Oscar blinks slowly, as if trying to decipher who you are, and that itself makes you dizzy. âI-I-I donât care if youâre nervous, I donât care if youâre sureâall we care is that you drive that car, and that you try your best no matter what. Can you do that?â
Itâs foreign. The feeling in his chest. Heâs not used to hearing any of this. As of recently, everyones been texting him to say how great heâs going to be. How far heâll go. And while he was grateful for having unconditional support, he also dreaded hearing it sometimes because he doesnât even want to picture letting any of them down. Heâll act like heâs fine, heâll act like he doesnât careâbut none of that would be true.
The brunette tilts his head to the side, slightly squinting. âI can. I can always try my best. Even if I fall short.â
âGood.â A beat. âWe all believe in you. No matter what, okay?â
A timid smile. âI knowâŠâ
He ends up having to retire the car by lap fifteen, but the most astonishing part is that heâs not even upset. He tried his best. He listened to every single advice his engineer would alert him with. He practiced long hours in the stimulator.
This is just the way things go sometimes. Just like you said.
-
âIâm bored. Can I get a ten minute break or something?â Lando grimaces, rolling his wrist like it's the worst pain in the world.Â
You hum, fixing the signed hats back into the box. With eyes screwed, you shrug. âFine. But only ten! Iâm serious. We need to have this done by one.â
âYes! Tenâgot it.ïżœïżœïżœ
He doesnât come back in ten. For the matter, he actually goes missing.Â
You narrow your eyes towards the clock, watching as it clicks like some mockery. Youâre going to strangle him. You vow at that very moment that youâll strangle the Brit as soon as you lay hands on him. With one final huff of desperation, you stand up, rubbing your eyes. People frolic through the paddockâyouâre sure you even catch a glimpse of Lewis being pappedâbut thatâs not what catches all of your attention.Â
Instead, you find yourself leaning against the rail, squinting down to where the man of the hour sits, microphones huddled all around him like some interrogation. Anastasia smiles politely, back straight, and voice-recorder in hand.Â
Itâs faintâyou almost canât hear a thingâbut itâs just enough.Â
How does it feel to be back home? Enjoying it, no?
Oscar hums, straight brows slightly furrowed due to the bright sun, but just one adjustment of his hat makes that all go away. âFeels good. Iâm able to sleep in my own bed, so thatâs pretty cool. And yes. It may be a bit biased, but I am enjoying my time here more than the last two races.â Everyone chuckles.Â
Can we talk about your expectations for this weekend?Â
You can see him pause, and from where youâre standing, the way his fingers drum against his chair. âWell, I, uhâŠI hope for a good car.â The joke is supposed to be there, but you can tell everyone was expecting more with the way they murmur to one another. You wince.
Will raises the microphone up to his lips, along with his hand in order to catch the brunetteâs attention. âIâm sure thereâs been lots of people reaching out to you since this is your first home race, but has there been someoneâs advice that has stuck like no other?â
Oscar smiles gently. âThere has been, actually.â
You freeze, gripping the steel bar with anticipation. Your knuckles nearly feel like theyâre about to snap, and you feel like youâre probably leaning a bit too far over the edge to hear it all, but you donât even care. Will chuckles. âIf itâs not too much to ask, would you mind sharing with us all? Iâm sure itâll help a lot of youngsters watching.â
Anastasia slides the recorder closer. Oscar visibly swallows. âIâm not sure I can. I never asked her for permission to talk about it. And quite frankly, Iâd like to keep it between us.â
Will perks up. âHer?â
The black-haired girl is quick to whisper into his ear, turning the opposite way so no one can even attempt to read her lips. He nods, eyes trained forward like some guard. âAny more questions?â But everyoneâs intrigued at this point, so all the questions that follow remain the same. Something that makes Anastasia panic and Oscar regret his choice of words.Â
âCan we get a name?â some blurts out, nearly seeming desperate to get the inside scoop.
Only, his face remains still, jaw slacked. âNo.â
Will raises his hand. âVery well, we donât have any right to know, but are you willing to share a bit about what she said?â
And itâs almost as if the Australian can foresee that the only way to get out of this situation is by giving them what they want. Even if itâs a stupid little crumb. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. âShe told me to try my best. Thatâs all I can really do.â
The mix of photographers and journalists deflate. âI-Iâm sorry,â Lawrence Barretto slides in with a light tone and an ever lighter smile. âDonât mean to lessen its meaning, but isnât that a common thing to say? To hear?â An awkward laugh. âI mean, I just thought itâd be something a bit moreâŠdeep. Inspiring, perhaps.â
Blood rushes to your cheeks and youâre grateful to whatever God may exist that youâre not down there. On the other hand, Oscar is a bit bothered by the innocent comment, but then realizes he doesn't have to be. They werenât there. They donât know just how much more you said. How upfront you were with him without sounding condescending. Something most people did without even realizing.Â
The brown eyed boy spares a smile. âLike I saidâsome things Iâd like to keep between her and I. And even if it was just that, itâs the way she said it.â A beat. âItâs quite a lavish thing to have. A sincere person to talk to, I mean.â
Will tilts his head suspiciously. âIt appears she might be someone special to you, yes?â
The Australian freezes at the unwanted interpretation. Suddenly, the atmosphere is far too crowded. He lets out a forced chuckle, rolling his neck before messaging it gently. âWell, yes. Iâd agree.âÂ
A mix of giddiness and shock rushes through your veins as you refrain yourself from jumping up and down with excitement.Â
âYouâd be lucky if you had her as a friend too.â
-
âIs everything okay?â
Biting down on the churro he had gifted you as an apology for not getting back on time, you growl. âYes. Why wouldnât it be?â
Lando raises a thick brow. âDunno. Maybe the fact that youâre moping.â
Your jaw goes slack, immediately turning to face him. âI am not moping.â
The sound he lets out indicates he doesnât quite believe you, but is choosing to let it go. Also, he doesnât want to see your patience run out, too scared of what you might do. The curly haired driver plops down onto his bed that stands in his motorhome, closing his eyes. You nearly envy the indifference in him. The lack of worry.Â
âI can hear your teeth clenching. Gross.â
A grunt. âIâm gonna go grab a coffee. Need anything?â
âOnly a nap. Itâs a good thing youâll be gone.â He turns over to his side, bringing your jacket over his face to block out any light. You bite the air, swinging silently for a minute or two before exiting the cramped room.Â
The sun hurts, you remember thinking, but the upcoming migraine youâre getting is even worse. You should be used to this by now, given youâve suffered from them since elementary, but based on the way you zig zag without meaning to is enough proof to know that youâre not. Everyone's voices are suddenly muffled, even the sound of engines roaring is as soft as a feather. You wince, massaging your temples as if that might help.Â
Woah, are you feeling alright?Â
âIâm fine,â you respond meekly, to who even knows. You wave them off rudely. âIâll be fine. Just. Leave me alone.âÂ
Anastasia frowns, all while fanning your face. âNo. You need to lay down.â She nudges the Australian, who up until now, you had no clue he had his arm clung around your waist. If you werenât too busy feeling like shit, youâd definitely be making a fool out of yourself. Her green eyes fill up with worry. âIâm gonna go look for a paramedic.â
âYouâre doing too much,â you slur, body letting loose and making the brunette shriek as he grips you harder, trying to keep you upright.Â
A deadpan expression. âOscar, take her back to your motorhome and have her lay down.â
He nods, hesitantly. âY-yeah, okay. Okay.â Once she runs off like a headless chicken, you let out a dramatic gag. Sharp brows knit together with horror. âDo I smell bad?â
A giggle. âNo. As a matter of fact, you smell rich.â
With his arm still wrapped around you securely, and warm eyes flickering from to you back to see where heâs heading, he grins, eyes crinkling. âRich? That just so happens to have a scent?â
You purse your lips, wincing at the fact that your peripheral vision has gone completely dark. âMaybe. Maybe not. Maybe Iâm a terrific liar and Iâm only stroking your ego for my benefit.â
Another chuckle. âBenefit? What benefit may that be?â
Tsk. âHow else am I gonna get you to take me to bed?â
The Australian instantly chokes hard on a string of his own saliva, causing you to flinch at the loud sound. Loud to you, at least. He apologizes, but not before taking a glance down, like itâs the first time meeting you.Â
As soon as you lay down on the miniature mattress, you release a groan. Even just having your eyes closed makes you dizzy. You let out a loud groan, kicking your feet against the cushion in desperation.
âThat bad?â
âThat annoying.â
And even though you canât see him, he nods, internally freaking out, trying to think of ways to help. âDoes this happen to you often?â
âYes.â
He nods, sheepishly. âW-what do you normally do? You know? To help?â
Tossing over to lay on your side, you pinch your eyes, grinding your molars. For a minute, you sort of thought your teeth might crack. Everything about this situation was becoming unbearable. âMy mom, she, umâŠsheâd normally braid my hair. It helped sometimes. Others it didnât.â Messy hair dangles over your face as you let you out a loud exhale, as if you were in the middle of releasing some demon. âI moved too much, she said.â
Oscar smiles, coming across like a faint memory locked in the back of your mind. âI-I-I can tryâŠâ Loopy eyes flicker up to face him, and heâs quick to scrunch his nose. The sight alone makes you breathe easier, though he doesnât know that. Of course he doesnât. âOnly if you want me toâŠâ
âYou know how?â
âSort of? When I was younger, I used to sit across from my sisters at the breakfast table. I was bound to learn a thing or two.â
The subtle proud smile makes your heart beat flutter, smitten at the insight to his childhood. You wish you knew more. Like what was his favorite show? Did he have any imaginary friends, just like you did? Or maybe his favorite superhero? But you swallow all those questions down your throat as soon as he kneels down next to you. The whiff of soft musk distinctively adds to your headache, but youâre too focused on him for something as dumb as that to matter.Â
âJustâŠclose your eyes.â
Taking one last glance at him, you comply, lashes fanning slowly before going completely dark. You can still hear him adjusting, you can feel him take your hair into his hands, but nothing makes you stop breathing like his touch that grazes your cheek.Â
Itâs almost ghostlikeâdoesnât really stay on the same spot for too longâbut you know itâs real. Long fingers calmly push strands of hair behind your ear, tranquility expanding over your body. The slight tickle it causes helps ease your pounding migraine, little by little.Â
âAre my hands too cold?â he whispers, not trying to intrude, but at the same time, wanting to know. You twist, bottom lip jutting out. Not at all. Keep going. And he does. He ends up tangling your hair a bit, because as it turns out, he doesnât remember much, but heâs sure to delicately fix his mess, brows drawn in with heavy concentration.Â
As soon as your hair is back to flowing free, he relaxes, wincing a bit at the pain in his knees. Your hair feels soft. Just what he would imagine a cloud would feel like. For a second, he begins to wonder, whoâs this really for? He feels like this might be soothing him more than you.Â
Just then, his finger catches on a knot, and he freezes, stopping all movements. âHoly crap, I am so sorry, Iââ
You let out a low whimper, but donât do so much as bat an eye. Youâre sound asleep. The brunette lets out a breath of relief, falling back to sit on the ground.Â
Your face is a bit squashedâand youâre drooling just a tad bitâbut for some odd reason, he finds himself admiring. Youâre full lips. Youâre lashes. God, even the way you breathe. He feels a tender smile itching, but it never truly gets to see the light of day, because before he knows it, the door is swung wide open.Â
Anastasia stops dead in her tracks. âWhat happeâis she asleep?â
Oscar opens his mouth, then snaps it shut. He does this a couple of times, awkwardly turning to face you and his assistant, back and forth, back and forth. âShe, umâŠjust did. A minute ago.â
She pouts, scratching her head. âWeird. Usually when this happens it prolongs for at least ten minutes before it gets any better.â The green eyed girl sheepishly waves the group of paramedics away. A trail of sighs echo as they turn away. As soon as theyâre gone, she gently shuts the door, then tippy toes towards the edge of the small bed. Neat brows furrow. âAt least sheâs feeling better, no?â
Brown eyes follow her gaze. âYeah. At least.â
-
Lando ends up throwingâand according to himâ âThe Worldâs Coolest Jamboreeâ. You beg for him to call it anything but jamboree, but heâs too attached to it by the time he sends the last text invite, which so happens to be to the rookie driver.Â
âHas anyone RSVPed?â you question over his shoulder. Heâs in the middle of mixing some mysterious liquid, but by the looks of it, doesnât look any good. You grimace.Â
He lets out a bleh before dropping his utensils. âNo one RSVPs these days. They either show up, or they donât.âÂ
A slow nod. âSo, you donât know whoâs coming?â
âNot a clue. But most likely everyone.â
You scoff. âHow are you so sure?â
He gives you an âare you kidding me?â type glare before sending a sly grin. âFirst of all, itâs my party. Theyâd be crazy to miss out. And second of allâŠitâs only the biggest, funnest, coolest jamboree!â
âFunnest is not a word.â
âAnd party-poopers arenât welcomed.â You gasp, smacking his chest harshly. He lets out a snicker, picking up a bag of ice and spilling it into the glass bowl. âBut Iâll make an exception. Just this once.â
âJust this once,â you mimic before dipping your pinky in. He instantly slaps your hand away. Smacking your lips, you let out a yelp at the bitter taste. âThis tastes like ass. Godânot even Daniel will drink this, and that guy drinks anything in his way. Iâm surprised he hasnât been accidentally roofied.â
Lando claps his hands with amusement. âGod forbid. And please, pay your respect to Landoâs Best Worst Decision.â A beat. ââą.âÂ
ââą?â you deadpan. âWhat? Are you planning on adding a trademark to this sewage water?â
âItâs good, okay?â Mixing the clear liquid once more, he smiles fondly down at it. âAnd maybe. Iâm seriously considering it.â
You sneer, already walking away.
He ends up being right. Not even an hour later, the party is in full swing. Sure, a couple drivers arenât able to make it, but itâs still jammed packed. It's honestly a miracle to get through the Monaco flat.Â
Youâre still sober?
Laughing, you nod, raising your water up in the air like some toast. Daniel frowns. âConsidering I have to make sure my number one client doesnât make any bad choices tonight, then nope. Canât have a sip of alcohol.âÂ
Brown eyes flutter slowly. âIâm sure thereâs other beverage choices. Have you tried Landoâs Best Worst Decision?â He leans in, winking. ââą.â
âOh no. Donât tell me you actually like it?â He shrugs and you shudder in disgust. âIâm sure I saw him add ten energy shots and God knows what else.â
âNo wonder I feel kinda funky.â Your face drops. âHey, if you pass out, can I crash tonight?â
âDaniel!â you groan, covering your face. âI swear, Iâm going to spill that stupid drinââ Only, Daniel is gone. Craning your head, you circle the room. From where you stand, youâre able to see Carlos and Lando taking part in a heated round of pool, all while Charles sways back and forth, infamous red cup in hand.
Marching over to the kitchen island, you pick up the glass bowl and carry it over to the sink before tipping it over. You huff, hair fanning across your nose.Â
âStupid, stupid boysââ
âHey.â
You shriek, dropping the bowl, and wincing at the sound of glass shattering.Â
Oscar grimaces. âShit. Sorry. Are you hurt?â
âNo.â You sigh. âLandoâs gonna kill me.â
Grabbing the nearby broom, the Australian sweeps carefully while knitting his brows. âWhy?â
âItâs a family heirloom.â
âA glass bowl?â
You giggle. âI wonder why too.â
Despite the blaring music, and constant chattering, the room feels rather silent. You fiddle with the hem of your dress, and that seems to catch his eye as it dawns on him that he hasnât really seen you in anything other than your usual uniform. To be fair, you could say the same. He likes it.Â
You clear your throat. âHalfway done. How do you feel?â
He sips on his water, jaw clicking before settling with a sharp tsk. âGood. I think Iâm finally getting the hang of it. Anastasia even congratulated me the other day when I diverted a series of questions with ease.â
Impressed, you raise your brows. âBravo. Wish that was the case with Lando. I swear, sometimes I think he does and says things to make me look bad on purpose.â
âHe should stop,â he says with a goofy smile. âDoes he not know how lucky he is to get to call you his assistant?â
You blush. âBest friend, actually. Iâve been promoted ever since I pretended to be his girlfriend last New Year's Eve.â
The brunette inches forward with curiosity. âWish to clarify?â
You hop onto the island, fixing your dress and crossing your legs. âDonât tell him that I told you any of this, but I secretly think he was embarrassed of not having a midnightâs kiss. Especially since his ex was there with her new boyfriend. Talk about the unexpected.â
His chest tightens. âYou two, umâŠkissed, then?â
âYes,â you confirm with a childlike grin, and for some reason, it makes him want to puke. âOh God, I havenât thought about this in forever!â
He pretends to find interest in the crowded room, but really, it all remains on you. âWas it any good?â
You blush this time and he swears heâs close to walking away. âYes and no. I mean, it wasnât bad, but it just didnât feel right.â
He perks up then, floppy hair bouncing at the sudden speed. âReally?â He coughs, then fixes his watch, training his eyes towards the floor. âErm, I mean, is that so?â
A nose scrunch. âIt felt like kissing someone youâre not supposed to. Which I suppose is true. Weâre better off as friends.â He relaxes. âThinking about it, we mightâve gagged each other's mouths.â You grimace. âIf that doesn't show our discomfort, then I donât know what will.â
âGood to know.â Oscar rubs his arm, up and down, then steps closer to you. You blink. âHey, I was meaning to askââ
Strippers? I didnât order any strippers.Â
Hire, a male voice interjects. He means to say he didnâtâhireâany strippers.Â
âSon of aâŠâ You wince apologetically, to which he shrugs. Donât worry. Go. Biting your lip, you nod, rushing to the living room, where Lando, Daniel, and a bunch of other randoms circle the almost nude girls with long legs.Â
âI mean, I wonât turn you away, ladies,â the Brit mumbled, already wrapping his arms around their waists. They all giggle, inching closer until heâs a blushing mess.Â
You snap your fingers, pointing towards the exit. âAll of you need to leave.â
Is that your sister? the one with a cowboy hat whispers into his ear. He quickly shakes his head, narrowing his eyes at you like a deadly weapon.Â
âNo. Thatâs his girlfriend,â Daniel yodels, face pressed up against the couch, admiring the group of girls. âBut theyâre in an open relationship.â
âIâm not his girlfriendââ
âSheâs not my girlfriendââ
Oscarâs jaw clenches, eyes focused on the entire commotion. The older Australian rolls his eyes. âRight. We donât talk about it.â
âWould you stop trying to help?â you shoot back, sarcastically, and clap your hands as if youâre rounding up a new high school cheer. âI need you all out. You want money? Fine. Heâll give you money,â you declare, signaling towards Lando.Â
âHey,â he groans, instantly letting go and stepping closer to you. âThey havenât even done anything to earn itâŠ.â
Your eye twitches. âI swear to Godââ
âDeal,â the redhead shoots out. âBut we need a moment to come to an agreement. You know? On how much we want to ask for.â
âPerfect,â you chirp, rolling your heels. âTake out your wallet, Big Boy.â
âYou used to be fun.â
âAnd you used to be terrified over a pair of tits when I first met you. Whatever happened?â Lando blushes profoundly before pushing you away. âWant them gone, Lando, gone!â
âYes! Jesus Christâlet me deal with this.â
âIâm done,â you promise with your hands raised up in surrender. âBut just remember what happened last time.â He frowns, cocking his head to the side. You wiggle your brows. âSĂŁo Paulo.âÂ
Color drains his face before letting out an unhinged laugh and motioning you away. You giggle, heading back to where Oscar stands.Â
âI see what you mean,â he announces. What? âHow he can have a bit of a headache.âÂ
âSee! I told you! Four years of this!â A dramatic yawn. âIâm tired.âÂ
A string of booâs follow once the strippers prance out the door, waving all their money in the air. Specifically Daniel, who genuinely looks upset to see them go. Oscar leans down against the counter, the proximity between you becoming smaller. âYou should get some rest, then.â But he selfishly doesnât mean it. He wants you to stayâto keep talking to him.Â
You let out a snort, grabbing your sides. âI mean, I'm tired of being Landoâs assistant. Itâs a full time job, yâknow?â
âOh.â He stands up straight again. âRight. Of course.â
You purse your lips, looking down to your shoes. âBut that was actually quite thoughtful.â
She thinks Iâm thoughtful, he internally swoons because that must be a good sign, right? Not everyone is thoughtful, but he is, and that must count for something. Gathering all the strength he has leftâwhich is not much considering you blink up at him like some angelâhe licks his pink lips. âBack to what I was going to say earlier before you leftââ
âI wasnât trying to step on him! I already said I was sorry!â you hear a familiar voice, instantly turning to find Anastasia kicking Danielâs face back into place, well, since he now lays asleep on the floor. You curse beneath your breath, jumping off the island once again.Â
âHis head did a complete 360!â Yuki accuses, clearly panicked. âThat's not normal, is it?â
âNo, it is,â Pierre replies with a bored tone. âIâve seen it happen before.â
Crouching down next to the curly haired driver, you jab his cheek before motioning Oscar and Anastasia closer. âHelp me carry him to the guest room,â you instruct, already taking off your cardigan.Â
The black haired girl is quick on her feet, grabbing the Australians right leg as you grab the left. Oscar, however, swallows hard at the amount of cleavage youâre suddenly displaying, but instantly snaps out of it when both you and Anastasia blink back at him. He picks up the Alpha Tauri driverâs upper body before puffing.Â
You blush bright pink at the sight of his muscles pulsing against his t-shirt. âI-Itâs just around the corner.âÂ
As soon as you make it into the room, you three carefully place Daniel onto the bed, to which he squirms before flipping over and snoring away. You motion a finger over your lips before pushing them both out. Gently closing the door behind you,you let out a breath of relief.Â
Anastasia lets out a whistle. âSurprisingly not that heavy.â
Oscar scoffs. âEasy for you to say. I had to carry most of his weight.âÂ
She shrugs, hugging you hello and apologizing for being so late, and youâre quick to reassure her that itâs fine, though she missed the chance to see strippers give Lando a tough time. She sneers. âI didnât even know there existed strippers in Monaco.â And then sheâs off, clapping loudly at the sight of Lando giving out a round of jello shots. You sigh, rubbing your temples.
âI-Iâm sorry. What were you going to say?â
He freezes. âOh. Just thatââ He panics. âOnly that I like your shoes!â
You blink, deflating from within. But you try to cover it up with a soft smile. âThanks, I guess?â Orbs flicker down toward your white Sambas. âLando says they are overrated, but I like âem.â
He nods. âYeah. I like them too.â
-
It happens one Friday afternoonâthe decision.Â
Youâre in between races, youâre in between headaches, and youâre ready to self-implode. So, before any of that happens, you make your first decision. To go on a walk.Â
Itâs getting rather chilly these days, something you love, but also hate. You love it because there is a certain coziness that comes along with it, but you also hate it because you canât always be cozy, so youâre left shivering. Much like now. But to be fair, this was your own choosing.Â
The pounding that takes over your head lessens the longer you stroll, the longer you breathe actual fresh air. You donât really think much, you mainly remain blank, but the sound of tires screeching rips you away. Squinting hard, you catch a glimpse of a lady with grocery bags flipping off the fellow driver, who shares nothing but an apologetic smile before driving off.Â
âWhat happened? Do I have something on my face?â
Dusting your nose, then your cheek, you blush faintly. You instantly assume itâs the powdered donuts faultâthe one you had gobbled up in a hurry during the drive back to the paddock. It was an early morning, and no one really made it on time when it came to early days, but you always did. And so did Oscar. So, a sleepy Zak gave you a wad of cash, and sent you two to the nearest donut shop.Â
The Australian shakes his head, blinking straight ahead. âN-no, I was just checking my blind spot.â
That only makes you blush harder because in what crazy world would he be looking at you?Â
A single nod. The car is quiet apart from the sound of his hands moving against the steering wheel, and the sound of the blinker clicking. Itâs gloomy, too. You clear your throat. âI love it when it rains.â He hums, calmly, encouraging you to continue. âIt just makes me happy.â
âYeah?â
âMhm.â You purse your lips. âI sort of wish I were home. That way I can snuggle near the window and fall asleep to the sound of light drizzle.â
The brunette quirks a brow towards the road. âThat sounds nice. LikeâŠreally nice.â A pause. âWhy canât you do that here, though?â
Hereâhere means where you are right now. Here means this place thatâs not home. Here is not close to being enough, but he doesnât figure that one out. You blink, dragging your finger along the pink box sitting on your lap. âTrust me, Iâve tried.â A small shrug. âBut itâs just not the same, yâknow? Thereâs always something missing.â
He doesnât waste a moment in asking. âWhat do you think that is?â
Taken aback by his inquiry, you let yourself surmise for a second or two before licking your lips. âMaybe a pup. To keep me companyâ
He semi-frowns, cocking his head to send you a deadpan expression. âA dog?â
Now itâs your turn to frown, sending him a glare. âWhat were you thinking?â
The red light lets him take focus on you. âDunno. A boyfriend, maybe?â
Youâre sure youâre nearly as tomato red as the light staring at you both. âWhat? You instantly just assume I don't have one already?â
He freezes. âWell, I, umâŠt-thatâs not what I meantââ
âLook, I know Iâm not a guysâ typical âdream girlâ, but sheesh Iâm not that unlovable. At least, I hope not, but now youâre making me second guess. I mean, your opinion must indicate everyone sees me as some sort of lonely widow.â
Oscar shakes his head, adamantly. âI donât see you as such.â A slow pause. âA lonely widow, I mean. I find your words to not be all that true, really. Youâre nice. Youâre persevering, Youâre beautiful. And you have a good heart.â The light translates back to green, and youâre freakishly thankful, that way he canât see you burn up. âYou could easily be anyone's dream. Whoever makes you think otherwise is a phony.â
Itâs getting harder not to laughâmost likely out of skeptic shockâbut you refrain. Heâs simply being kind with you, but that doesnât stop you from nearly going into cardiac arrest. His words should have been labeled with a warning.Â
âGuess this world is filled with lots of phonies.â
He scoffs. âThere shouldnât be. Not when it comes to a girl like you.â
Your breath catches. âOsââ
All of a sudden, the car comes to a harsh stop, sending you flying, but not the Australian, who remains sitting up straight. An older man flips him off before riding off on his bike. You both breath hard, turning to face each other.Â
âAre you okay?â he questions, voice laced with worry.Â
You nod, slightly dazed. âI, umâyeah. Are you?â
A nod. âI didnât even see where he came from.â
A weak laugh finally erupts. âBlame it on the poor innocent manâ clever.â
Brown eyes soften. They flicker from your orbs back to your pouty lips. Heâs only checking if youâre okay, of course. You send him a reassuring bow and he releases a heavy breath.Â
âGuess I was too focused on my blind spot, once again.â
The next decision comes when you opt in to join your neighbor, Mr. Lennon, for a cup of tea after he finds you shivering. By that time, itâs raining hard, you're soaking wet, and it only makes sense to accept his kind offer.Â
âMint. To hopefully push back any upcoming cold. God, what were you thinking?â
You let out a laugh. âNot much. Thatâs why I was aimlessly roaming.â
âWhat about now?â
You halt, mug raised up to your chapped lips. âWhat about now?â
He smiles, softly, mixing his own tea with a heavy spoon of honey. âDid the walk help? Were you able to get the wheels rolling?â
Now you giggle loudly. âThatâs not very nice! The wheels are working just fine, thank you very much.â
The light scent of pine trees enter the room as soon as he stands up to open his window, the sound of soft rain singing to you as some much needed therapy. âSo? What were you pondering about out there?â
âI wasnât pondering.â
âWalking alone in the middle of a thunderstorm?â A sore laugh. âBeen there. Done that. Thereâs always something on someoneâs mind when that happens. Which isnât often, or usual, so that must mean youâre really stuck up on something.â
âOr someone,â you mumble beneath your breath. His brows dart up, and you sheepishly settle the mug down. âYou wouldnât understand.â
âTry me.â
You blink. You donât really talk about him out loud. Not with Lando. Not with Anastasia. Not even with your own reflection. Everything has always remained with you. A place you knew to be safe because you made it safe. But Mr. Lennonâs eyes prove to you that heâs lived enough livesâenough scenariosâto maybe understand. Even just a fraction. He watches you visibly gulp. And he knows that look. The confusion, the yearning.Â
âIâm in love with this boy.â
He hums, leaning back against his wooden chair. âThereâs always a boy.â
You look down. âHeâs a friend of mine, which makes everything much worse because I canât ruin that. But for the first time in all my years of livingâŠâ Round, glossy eyes stare back at him with a hopeless expression. âI reallyâreallyâwant to.â
Heâs attentive, he listens like some frozen statue, and maybe thatâs what fuels your courage to continue speaking. âMy entire life, Iâve had crushes, sure, but Iâve never loved someone. Not seriously. So, of course Iâm caught off guard when I do feel that for someone who Iâm not even in a relationship with.â A playful snort. âGod, I feel so stupid.â
The silence that lingers is comforting. Your nerves flow away with the rain, and you feel at peace. Quietly, he clears his throat. âCan I tell you a story?â
A soft sigh. âIâm all ears.â
Gray brows furrow as if trying to recover a distant memory. âI once loved a boy, too.â Your eyes widen. Sure, you knew he was never married, never even had a kid, but you never thought of any reason as to why not. He nods, faintly. âNot many know, and not because Iâm ashamed, not by any meansâŠâ A single beat. âBut because real, sincere feelings are easier to ignore. Because who wants to deal with reality, right? Who wants to confess and be turned away like some dog at your door?â
Exactly, you think, nodding along. âEveryone is always going to be scared of something, but avoidant people like us are terrified about the what-ifs.â He sends a wink. âAnd Iâm living proof that being that way wonât get you nowhere. And you'll realize sooner or later in life that youâd rather be nowhere with someone you love, than nowhereâŠâ His eyes circle the nearly empty kitchen, despite living there for the past twenty years. â...all alone.â
Your chin wobbles. âYou know you have me, right? Iâm always next door.â A wet laugh follows. âAnyways, I might even join you in this lonely life, eh? Doesnât sound half bad if Iâm doing it with you.â
Tender eyes close slowly before blinking back at you. âNo. I want you to be the complete opposite from me. Be different. Tell him how you feel. Even if it costs you a broken heart, tell him. Because Iâm telling you right now that a broken heart is always better than the constant desire that will always follow you like the devil.â
A warm droplet rolls down your cheek as you sheepishly laugh, but he doesnât judge. He never has. Instead, ever the true gentleman, he hands you his handkerchief. âDid you ever get the chance to tell him that youâŠâ
His wrinkles imprint more vividly as he breathes out. âI did, but it didnât really make the difference I had hoped for. He was already married to someone else.â
A loud sob escapes. âThatâs not f-fair. You deserve to be happy with the man you love.â
âI do. But you know what?â You rub the tears away, eyes connecting. âIâve made peace with the consequences of my own actions.â
By now the rain has died down, and so have you. With one last smile, Mr. Lennon gives your cold hand a soft squeeze.  Â
âLearn from my mistakes, wonât you?â
-
That same night, as you cried over a bottle of wine, you made your third and final decision. And you would execute it all the next time you saw him, no matter the outcome.Â
But now that you spoke about it once to someone, you felt almost invincible. Which is why you called Lando.Â
You what?Â
A wince. âYou canât tell him, okay? Iâm legitimately trusting you with this!â He opens his mouth, but youâre quick to signal him off. âIncluding Ana.â
âWow. I thought sheâd know.â You shrug because you donât really have an explanation for not having had confided in her, but you know deep down that youâre not really into playing a game of Cupid, and thatâs exactly what she'd turn this into. The Brit nods, sympathetically. âAlright. I wonât tell a single soul.â
âThank you.â
âAre you going to tell him how you feel?â
His question comes out hesitantâlike heâs afraid of scaring you away from the possibilityâbut it doesnât. Instead, you nod, to which heâs extra surprised because youâve never been the kind to. âThatâs the main reason I told you any of this. Because I wanted to ask you if you knew if he has a girlfriend or not? Someone heâs trying to pursue? Iâd hate toâŠintervene.â
Lando letâs put a soft smile, dimples imprinting neatly onto his face. âI mean, heâs particularly privateâyou know himâbut Iâve never heard him mention having a girl. It doesnât seem like he does. Go for it. What do you have to lose?â
âMy dignity? A good friend?â
Silently, he grimaces because even he can see how much this all means to youâhow much youâre scared. So, to boost up your confidenceâwhich is something he definitely doesnât lackâhe flashes a loopy grin. âHe probably likes you, anyways.â
You come to a fast halt. Suddenly, painting your nails isnât your top priority. âReally? You think so?â He nods, and you canât help but smile back. âWhatâd he say?â
âWell, as I already stated before, he keeps his things locked up pretty well. But I do recall one timeâŠâ He closes his eyes harshly. Then, he snaps his fingers loudly. âI believe in Hungary. He was on a high. And we shared a bottle of champagne to celebrate. So, he sort of let loose. Like insanely loose.â
âAnd?â you push, eagerly trying to get whatever he has stuck in his throat out of him. The green eyed boy snickers.Â
âHe wasnât very clear, but he did say he had a crush on a girl. Someone he really wanted to get to know. But that things were a little bit difficult.â You nod, urging him to continue. âI asked why, and he said it was because she had a good heart, or something of that sort? Good intentions? Canât rememberâand that he didnât want to ruin it.â
Your breath hitches.
And you have a good heart. You could easily be anyoneâs dream.Â
-
Ironically, youâre huddled in Landoâs flat once again when it happens. Well. Almost happens. Itâs filled with a few McLaren members because he insisted on hosting a nice brunch. And it was. Nice, you mean.Â
âPretty,â Anastasia says, sending a soft smack towards your ass. You yelp, swatting her hand away, and pulling your skirt downward. She snickers. âYou should tie your hair up more often. Letâs everyone admire such an angel face.â
âStop it,â you hiss, but canât hide the pink flush. âBut thank you.âÂ
She grins, eyes crinkling. Black hair sways as she moves to the beat of the music, nursing her drink. âNice to have a breakâŠâ
âDefinitely.â
At some point, she slithers away, leaving you all alone on the balcony. Which was quite lonesome until he came along. Oscar scrunched his nose, meekly. âSorry.â
âItâs alright. Donât own this place, do I?â
He lets off a raw chuckle. Deeper than when you first met him, and you come to the realization that a lot about him has changed. His hair is longer, his neck is thicker, and his shoulders are wider. But his smile and eyes remain the same. Boyish.
âThinking?â
You sigh, admiring the ocean set out right in front of you. âThinking, yes. A lot these days.â
And if heâs patient enough, heâd notice the way your hands shake. Tiny vibrates, but still.. Heâd notice the way you bite down on your lip, brushing it along the way. Heâd notice the way you blink feverishly, like even the wind hurts.Â
And he is. He is a patient person. So, he does notice.Â
âDo you know what song this is?â
Brows furrow, deep in thought. And heâs quick to note that the ticks you had are coming to an easy halt. Mentally, though, youâre cursing yourself out because you do know. You do know the song that flows nicely into your ears, but simply having him next to you is whatâs making you forget. How dare me have that kind of power over you?
âI know it,â you start. âBut I canât seem to remember right now...â
The brunette gently nods his head along to the beat. His eyes close, and his hair delicately tussles, and suddenly heâs the only thing you see. âSex,â he says. You blush, ripping your gaze away before he catches you in the act. Oscar laughs. âItâs Sex by The 1975. How could I forget?â
âOh yeah.â
The guitar screeches when the volume somehow gets louder, despite not being inside. âWould have killed me not to get it right. My sister listens to it all the time.â
Plump lips pressed together. âYou have a sister?â But you know the answer to that question, of course you do. Youâre a girl. Youâve done your research, even when you pinched yourself not to.Â
He nods. âThree, actually. Talk about a headache, am I right?â
And itâs almost nostalgicâyour laugh. Like it might be one he heard in his past life, but in his current one, can't remember. But itâs okay if he doesnât because at least he knows he can learn it. And he has.Â
âYou look really pretty when you laugh that way. Insanely so.â
You canât seem to register his words. The way they come off as soft and ginger as they could possibly get. As if he really means it. And for the first time since your first interaction with him almost two years agoâyou sort of believe he might.Â
âYouâre just saying that?â you question as some test, does eyes challenging him into finally spitting out the truth. The same truth you carry. He shakes his head, taking a step closer.
âI mean it.âÂ
Like a sudden magnet, you two are hesitantly connecting closer and closer together before either of you could stop it. Not that either of you would. The Australian towers over you, almost caging you like some endangered species heâs afraid of slipping away and going extinct.Â
You swallow, lashes fluttering, and he smiles at the sightâmelts. Youâve always been reserved. Quiet. Shy. And so has he, so he canât really judge you, but heâs willing to be differentâjust once in his lifeâto get what heâs been wanting for a long time now.Â
His eyes follow your lips. Admires how plump they are. How theyâre the perfect shade of pink. So, when he leans in and you donât pull away? He thinks he might explode with the need to kiss you. One time. If heâs lucky, justâonce.Â
âYouâve always been my dreââ
âThere you two are!â Anastasia cheers, zigzagging to you both as an apologetic Lando follows right after. By now, Oscar has jumped far away from you, and youâre left feeling empty and lost, blinking at an alarming rate. âWeâve been looking all over!â A hiccup. âWhat were you doing?â Your lips remain open but Oscar is the first to let out an awkward cough.
âWe were just talking aboutâŠlogistics!â He turns to you, sparing you a pleading look. âW-werenât we?â
You finally come to, nodding slowly, eyes buzzing between the two McLaren drivers and your best friend, who wobbles from left to right. âYeah, IâŠ.weâlogistics, and whatnot.â A beat. âDoesnât matter.â
He flinches, avoiding your doleful stare. Oscar forces such a bright smileâthe kind that canât go unnoticed by even the biggest idiot on earthâand nods in agreement. âSheâs right. It doesnât matter.â
Lando analyzes you, then his teammate, and wishes he had done more to keep Anastasia from barging in. But really, was this some sign? Maybe you were some delusional little girl who truly believed she had a chance with the boy next door. The one everyone wants, but only one will get to have.
And letâs face it.Â
It was never going to be you.
-
Youâd make an excellent detective in your next life, youâre sure of it. But for now, youâre just some brokenhearted assistant who mourns the death of her what-ifs. Someone who is really good at picking up on clues.Â
Itâs right before Christmasâright before Anastasiaâs birthday partyâand youâre curling your hair quite poorly. You daze off every now and then, you apply mascara almost zombie-like, and youâre dreading even showing up. Have you been avoiding him? Yes. Yes, you have. Have you been good at it? Only the best, if weâre being truthful here. And were you ready to face him without feeling the need to bolt?Â
Nope. Not in this lifetime nor the next.
But still, you force yourself to finish getting ready because this isnât about you. This isnât about him. Itâs about being there for your friend.Â
Mindlessly, on the drive there, pouting in the back of the yellow cab, you click onto Instagram and the first thing you do is smile at the birthday post Anastasia had posted not even five minutes ago. You scroll, smile wider, and then come to a harsh pause. The kind that makes your throat close up. The kind that makes you stop breathing.Â
The kind that lets you knowâ
Youâve lost.
His arms are tied around her waist, his head nuzzles between her neck, but you can still tell itâs him. His hazel hair canât go unnoticed. Maybe to someone else, but not you.Â
Then, as if all odds are against you, your feed refreshes and youâre left far more dumbfounded.Â
She appears in most of his pictures because why not? Itâs his girlfriend's birthday, it goes as expected. Museum dates. Pictures of them with each other's families. And you feel greedy like never before becauseâwhy couldn't that be you?Â
Venmo or cash? You look up, making eye contact with your taxi driver who looks as tired as you are. You press your lips together into a fine line. Digging into your purse, you grab all that you have and jump out of the cab.Â
Itâs chilly out and the lights are beautifully hung, but it doesnât do you any good. You just want to go home. Curl up in bed and die. Dig a holeâself-suffocateâwho cares. And youâre ready to turn around, go back and apologize to Mr. Lennon for not doing better. You really thought you had it in you, but it just wasnât enough.Â
But then, the door swings open and Pierre curls a brow. Kika waves from behind âHe thought you were some serial killer. Heâs been watching too much Dateline.â The brunette scurries over, throwing her arms around you and takes a step back. âCome in before you freeze to death.â
But even that didnât sound too bad. You sheepishly thank her, following the couple back in. A string of jazz cradles the warm lit living room and the scent of apple pie makes you inhale sharply. A giggle stirs up behind you. Anastasia grins.
âYouâre here!â
All of a sudden, you hate her smile. You hate her laugh. You hate her entirely. But you also donât. You canât hate her smile. You canât hate her laugh. You canât hate her entirely. Because even though you feel like she owes you loyalty, thatâs not really true. She had zero idea about your feelings towards Oscar and she won. Fair and square. That doesnât mean you had to like it.
âHappy birthday, Annie.â Hugging her, you giggle against her ear when she jumps up and down, nearly knocking you two over. âFor you. From me.â
She wiggles her neat brows, green eyes buzzing with suspicion. âIs it a vibrator again?â
You blush. âNo. Even better.â
âWow! Even better?â She rips the small bag open, eyes widened double in their size. âOh my God, you got me the Mary Janeâs I wanted?â
âWell, you kept bugging me, and so I thoughtââ
âD'accord, je comprends. I love them, thank you.â Grabbing your wrist, she tugged you into the empty hallway, and you can already feel her buzzing with excitement. Your stomach churns. âI wanted to tell you as soon as he asked me outâI really didâbut he insisted on keeping it between us two for a while, and I told him no, I had to tell you, but then I understood that maybe it was for the best, and Iâve always liked himââ
Every word makes you feel smaller and smaller because the light in her eyes gives it all away. She, tooâmuch like youâis in love with Oscar Piastri. You shake your head, sharing a light laugh. âI totally get it. Thereâs no need to explain.âÂ
The green eyed girl visibly relaxes, shoulders rolling back. âI knew youâd understand. Oscar was rightâyou have a good heart.â
Ana, Yuki just spilled wine on your coach, Daniel rattles from the other side of the room, pointing accusingly towards his teammate who rubs the cushion with his Dior sweatshirt. She sighs. Be right back!
At that moment, you donât care if you wind up with a deadly case of hypothermia, you simply walk out of the warm house.
âWhat are you doing? Youâre going to get sick.â
Screwing your eyes shut seems to be the only answer to help your mending heart into not breaking completely. And fuck himâfuck him for sounding so goddamn caring.Â
You turn with a soft smile, shrugging nonchalantly. âWonât really make a difference, I already feel sick.â You cough for emphasis. âSee?â Oscar rolls his eyes, ignoring the poor excuse, and hands you his puffer jacket. You shake your head. Take it. âNo.â He frowns. Why not? Rocks crunch with every step he takes. âIt wouldnât be right.â
âWhat? Borrowing a jacket from a friend?â
âBorrowing my best friend's boyfriendâs jacket.â
His stomach drops, rolling with a wave of anxiety as he tries to not show his uncomfort. âShe told you?â
Your teeth grind harder. âThat, and you both posted about a thousand pictures together. Wasnât that difficult to understand what was going on.â A sore laugh. âIâm happy for you two, though. Really. I am.â
âYou are?â
Sending a nasty glare that you tried to keep in for the life in you, you turn over to face him, nose rosy. âYes. Over the fucking moon.â
He flinches. âListen, about that day at Landoâs house. I-I-I was caught up in the moment. I shouldnât have said what I said, o-or tried to kiss youââ
âYouâre a phony, you know that, right?â
Another flinch. âIâm trying to apologize to you. Iâm sorry. I feel bad, okay?â
Tears well up inside your eyes. Somewhere deep inside your chest, you feel a harsh sting, and still that doesnât compare to his pity. You let out a scoff, crossing your arms. âYou feel bad, for what? For messing with my emotions, or for getting with my best friend?â You poke his chest hard, but he remains as still as a brick wall, a pained expression mapped out. âWhich one is it?â
âFor all of it!â He grabs your face, making you freeze under his fire-like touch. âI loved youâGodâI loved every inch of you. Your humor, your heart, your jokes that never land, the awkward giggles that follow afterwardâeverything. There was not a single thing you could do that could have pushed me away.â
âThen what happened?â you whisper, eyes tracing his pink lips, trying to enjoy his hands. Theyâre calloused, sure, but theyâre by far the closest thing youâve had, so nothing else matters. His breath hitches, soft eyes looking down at you in complete defeat. You grimace. âWhy was I not enough for you to try?â
His hands drop. Brown locks shakes as he rubs his eyes, like this is all some part of a fever dream. Maybe it was. The Australian frowns. âI could ask you the same thing.â
Itâs a slap in the face, and it burns like never before because you know heâs right. âI wanted to tell you!â A shaky breath. âI was going to tell you.â
Leaves rustle. âYou were?â
âYes,â you confess, nodding adamantly. âThat day at Landoâs placeâI wanted to tell you.â
The McLaren driver bites his tongue hard, blinking rapidly. âW-what would you have said?â
âThat I loved you too.â
He canât hide his pain just by hearing those words. He scrunches his nose. He nods robotically. And he keeps his eyes trained towards the ground, like heâs in the middle of solving a puzzle.Â
âI really did like you. From the moment we met.â Finally, he looks up, round eyes searching for any sign of intimacy. If thereâs any leftâany you still save for him. âDo you remember the day we first met?â
âA little bit. Yeah.â
A second ticks by. âI do. Remember it all, I mean. Think back to it quite often.â He lets out a boyish grin, crinkles forming, making your heart flutter. âYou took my breath away.âÂ
And as if humanly possible, despite the icy air, your cheekbones flush harder as you bite back a giddy smile. âYou barely even noticed meââ
âYou wore a white ribbon. Hair half up, half down. Denim overalls with your initials sewn onto them. Emerald earrings.â You blink, clearly taken aback by his polished memory. His eyes soften. âIâll always notice you.â
-
Anastasia pecks the Australians cheek, giggling after each one. Oscar smiles, letting out a sheepish laugh. From the corner, seated next to Lando, you sigh sadly. The Brit bumps his shoulder up against yours. Whatâs wrong? But you must not have heard him, or you ignore him, but he, too, has eyes.Â
âI swear I didnât know a thing about them,â he whispers. âIf I had, I would have warned you, you know thatââ
âLando,â you cut him off, voice weak and mellow. âItâs okay, itâs not your fault.â
He frowns. âI know that, butââ
âItâs not your fault,â you repeat, this time more firm. He swallows, nodding hesitantly. With a soft laugh, you poke his ribs and heâs quick to let out a yelp. âJust want to forget, you know?â
Lando hums. âUnderstood.â
Anastasia clinks her spoon against her mug. The one you each painted differently in that one pottery class years ago. She grins. âIâm so glad all of you could make it, really, it means a lot.â Her eyes crinkle sweetly towards Oscar who traces shapes down her back. She blushes for himâthe same way you do. âI feel likeâŠI finally have everything I ever wanted.â
A string of oohh's echo the room, whistles ringing. She laughs, head falling back, and he lets out a single chuckle, rosy cheeks making everyone grow louder. Meanwhile, you stay silent, focusing on Landoâs shoes. The Brit winces, rubbing your shoulder awkwardly.Â
Daniel yodels, raising his beer. âWell, in that case, I feel like I do too!â He hiccups, making Pierre and Yuki snicker. âA hot girlfriend, good âol friends, and a nice pair of abs.â
âThey are nice,â Lily mumbles, earning her a soft smack from Alex who rolls his eyes.Â
Carlos cackles. âMe nextâum, okay. A good team, my girlfriend, andâŠandâmy hair.â
âNarcissist,â Lando whispers, trying to get a good laugh out of you. And it works. You giggle, muffling the sound with the back of your hand. Oscar perks up, orbs floating over to where you and the Brit whisper to one another, smiles only growing wider. His jaw clenches. Either way, you tune out all the constant chatter after hearing how Pierre was grateful for having a massive cock.Â
âI really hope nothing changes between us.â
You laugh. âI think it might be a bit too late for that.â
The Australian scratches his shoes against the wet pavement. He agrees. He wonât admit it, but he agrees. Everything has changed. Timidly, he glances over at you, biting the inside of his cheek. His gaze burnsâjust like alwaysâand you turn to face him.
By now your tears have dried, but your heartbreak still continues. Something deep inside tells you that itâll continue for as long as you live. You despise yourself for letting any of this get out of hand. For letting your fear of rejection play a big part in losing him. He smiles.
âI love you, okay?â
You smile. âI love you, too.â
Your voice sounds sweetâjust like honey. And if itâs a lie, just to make him feel better, then heâs a grateful bloke. He might not have your heartânot completelyâand he might not have your hand in his, but heâs fine with that. Because heâs heard all heâs needed to hear. And he can live at peace.
Oscar grins, leaning down to kiss your cheek. Itâs tender, just the way you pictured it. You smell like flowers, just like he had dreamt. He pulls away. âYou can always talk to me. Whenever. Iâll always be there for you.â
âThank you. But I wonât bother you too much.â His brows furrow, mouth opening to protest before you wave him off with a tired smile. âDonât want to vent to you aboutâŠwellâyou.â
âWhat about you?â Anastasia squeals, making your jump in place.Â
âWhat about me?âÂ
She rolls her eyes, theatrically. Oscar remains as still as a statue, enjoying the moment to admire you without having to explain whyâall eyes were on you, after all. âHave you ever gotten everything you ever wanted?â
Wistfully, your eyes look up, connecting with the ones you know so well. You admire his boyish features one last time before looking down onto your lap and then focusing on Anastasia.
âNo. But I once got very close.â
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Flash, testing the waters: So, kid. Mind if I ask what you looked like alive?
Danny, knowing full well what heâs doing: Oh! Sure! I got jokes all the time about being related to olâ Batsy, we look so similar :)
Flash: wait what does Batman look like
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Green Lantern: Uh, sorry if this is insensitive to ask, but when did youâŠdie?
Danny: oh, I was only fourteen. I donât like to talk about it, but it was a very painful experience :(
Green Lantern: oh god Iâm so sorry but also I fucking knew it
Dc x Dp prompt
So, I've been thinking about the "Batman adopts dead kid Danny Phantom" trope and I raise you!
Batman adopts dead kid Danny Phantom, but when the Justice League see this ghost child calling Batman "dad", they instantly think he's the 2nd Robin.
Bruce never told them about Jason coming back and becoming Red Hood, so the League thinks that Danny is the Robin who died and act accordingly (and also mildly concerned, because Bruce, this isn't healthy, he's dead)
Danny and Jason find this hilarious.
#dp x dc#justice league#batman#danny phantom#jason todd#jason todd: i'm not dead!#danny: yeah! he got better!#batman is so done#they are either clueless#or milk it for all it's worth#< previous tags#the first time danny shows up to a league meeting itâs by complete accident#he was taking johnnys motorcycle tires as revenge for something and tries to portal a way but misses the mark by just a hair#and by a hair I mean a whole atmosphere#Danny just gasps and drops the ghost tires and starts buzzing around the watchtower meeting room looking through all the windows#the league is visibly startled and Batman gives them a moment before standing up and getting Dannyâs attention#âoh! dad! sorry I didnât see you thereâ Danny doesnât pay anyone any mind and picks up the tires again#Batman: âwhereâd you get those from this time?â#Danny: âJohnny. this is revenge that he had coming. thanks for letting me borrow a tire ironâ#Batman: âhnn. Iâve got snacks.â#Danny just shouts in excitement and properly tosses the tires as far out into space as possible before diving under Batmanâs cape#hey the guy has fruit roll ups and gushers in his belt donât judge#the jl is just like ???? O.O ???? who is this small child????#Danny pops his head out of the cape and just goes âIâm Danny and Iâm dead nice to meet you :)â#every interaction just solidifies their wild theories and none of the Batfam say anything#this is the one thing they DO communicate about#dpxdc
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something out of my dreams | luke castellan
pairing : luke castellan x dionysus!reader
request: could you possibly write a luke x daughter of dionysus please? maybe sheâs like super nice and when percy gets to camp she becomes like an older sister and luke is super whipped for her? @elz-zalarrr
IN WHICH â all he knows is that you were something out of his dreams.
"trust him like a brother, yeah, you know i did one thing right. starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night" - t.s.
w.c. 1.8k
warning(s) : cheesiness ăâă».
â© â§âË author's note okay i've begun to realize that low-key i feel like i write in cursive if that makes sense? if a feeling could describe it i'd say its like using poetry to write? that's likely not any better lol :)
there was but one person that everyone could agree they adored at camp half blood.
it didn't matter what grudge who had with whom or what ancient rivalries transcended the ideals of reality, everyone loved you. not the typical type of brittle love that crumbled at the slightest of touches, but pure adoration that endured the sands of time.
you with the gentle soul, who healed others with each laugh and smile. when new half-godlings were brought to camp, you made sure to comfort them and make them understand that they belonged here and would find a home whether they wanted to or not. you made sure that no birthday was forgotten, no deed undone.
children of minor gods or elders, of Ares or Aphrodite, you became an older sister to all who needed you. you, the daughter of fertility and chaos, the god dionysius.
there was no debate that at camp half blood there was only a before you and an after you. you were like that high right before the free fallâinvincibility and smoke and curiosity wrapped into the form of a demi-god. you were the gentle breeze during summer nights when the heat became too much. and none ached more to feel it than luke castellan, who had been burning for as long as he knew.
your relationship in itself was tentative, you danced around your feelingsâscared one wrong touch or word would break the shaky, fine line that lay between you two. but you could not hide the way you loved the other to yourselves nor the children of the beings of divine blood.Â
luke castellan loved you like the stars would fall out of the sky with one harsh touch, free and incandescently self-destructive. like you were a wild, wonderful thing out of a fantasy.
you loved him like there was no hell or heaven but the cosmos that lay in his eyes and the worlds that lay in his soul. something so sacred and rare. a love so true and mortal it put all the greek tragedies to shame.Â
you knew that whatever you and him were made of, in every lifetime or the next you two were made for each other.Â
loving luke castellan would be both your redemption and destruction in the making, your elysium for whatever good thing you had done in your previous life.Â
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you first met percy jackson when he came to camp, he was a scared little thing who had just lost his mother when the veil between reality and deception flickered. everything heâd known came crumbling as quickly as the truth was uncovered: gods and monsters were real and played games of hell and heaven on earth. some thing about him called out to the vulnerability you once knew when you first came to camp so you made it your mission to be the sister he never had.Â
you met him at the front of the steps of the main office, âmy name is y/n, percy jackson. welcome to camp halfblood.â
âdo you just somehow know everyones name,â he raised his eyebrows at you.Â
âyes.â no, but you supposed itâd be fun to let him think that.Â
âof course you do.â
âcome along, iâll show the ins and outs here. if you're nice enough, i might let you in on the cook's secret stash of blue ice cream,â you laughed out.
he contemplated his choices before grabbing your outstretched hand and shaking it, âdeal.â
you showed him who to avoid and the best people to befriend. the history between your kind and why the gods were as they were. the truth behind his bloodline and the legacy that he was now responsible for. the tribulations and the pain that was cursed to follow the children of the gods.Â
âand this is chris. the best person to ask if you need to know what plants are poisonous,â you say, introducing him to a guy with black hair and soft eyes.Â
percy looks at chris before looking around to see where the hermes boy is, âweâve met. he was with luke when he was showing me aroundâ
youâre cheeks heated at the mention of his name; looking around to see if you can spot the familiar tan skin and soft eyes that belong to your luke.Â
âoh! luke! yeah, heâs around here somewhere. heâs sly like that, wandering and then popping up the next second.â
a voice pipes up behind you suddenly, ây/n, already telling percy everything about me?âÂ
you whirl around and there he stands in all his glory with the curls you love and the sun in his eyes. your golden boy.
âjust telling him the truth, castellan. youâre hard to get a hold of sometimes.â
a hue of pink covers his cheeks, âiâm never far from you.â
both of you oblivious to percy and chris who seem to be conversing about you both and the tip-toe dance you play.Â
percy just wonders whatâs happening here: firstly, luke is looking at you like youâve hung the moon and the stars and thatâs saying something because he has shit observation skillsâhis analysis essays can attest to that. secondly, he swears he can see hearts in his eyes from where heâs standing and is thatâŠis that a blush?
he turns to chris, who is just staring at the two like it's not out of the normal for whatâs happening, âwhatâs happening here? is he blushing?â
chris just nods, âyeah. lukeâs kindaâvery obviously to everyoneâin love with y/n. if i didnât know better iâd say sheâs gotten him insane in love. very likely as her dadâs the god of insanity.â
he turns back to the two who are laughing and standing closer than before, âlike super, super in love. if there was a word for love, lukeâs found itâ
âhuh.âÂ
chris says it like itâs common knowledge like how the best food is blue jelly beans, âi mean i ship it, y/nâs the sweetest person around hereâthe type of person people write songs about. sheâs like a sister to us older ones and a mother to the younger ones. the whole camp is waiting for him to just man up and ask y/n. they make each other happy, you know?â
âyeah, i think i do.âÂ
percy thinks itâs something the poets would write about.
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fridays are capture the flag days.
youâre not the type of person to engage in these types of games all that often but you suppose thereâs a first time for everything. someoneâs got to show the percy boy how itâs played.Â
âokay, percy. remember, keep your senses open and make sure that no one gets close enough to engage. once they engage, itâs hard to fight them off.â
all around you two, people have begun to don their armor and raise arms. the sun has just reached its height and youâre huddled together discussing your gameplan. even though your cabin house is pretty small, youâve joined athena and hermes for this game.Â
percyâs voice rises a little high as he tries swinging his sword around only to drop it, âyeah, okay. iâll just try not to die, i guess. thatâs not like hard or anything.â
âjust follow my lead and if iâm not here find luke.â
you're not exactly excited about percyâs odds. the kid is lanky as is and his sassiness doesnât help him out much when others target him for it.Â
thatâs exactly why youâre gone to his rescue when he nearly gets hit in the face by a spear after he insulted one of the boys from house ares.Â
your heel nearly buckles under a sharp hit after you block the attack thatâs directed to percy. you manage to reset your heel and push the sword off before you drop down into a crouch and sweep the legs of the warrior in front of you.
unfortunately you're slightly too focused on whatâs in front of you and protecting percy you donât realize that someones charging toward you from the side.Â
fortunately, a block from a familiar sword stops any attack that might meet you head on. no sooner do you hear the block that lukeâs got the other guy on the floor and surrendering.Â
you grin at him, âi had that handled.â
giving you that grin that makes you feel like your future's right in front of you, he replies: âiâm sure you did. but why let you deal with him when i can save you the trouble.âÂ
âwhy donât you go and help annabeth win the games, romeo.â
he gives you a wink, throwing a quick âyes maâamâ before heâs already running off again.Â
no sooner than later, a quick gong resounds throughout the camp, concluding the games. youâre standing slightly battered while percy walks behind you pointing out all the flowers heâs found. you definitely need to teach him how to defend himself.Â
the players are just trickling in for the woods theyâve been fighting in to reband together and in the distance you see a figure running toward you.Â
holding onto the flag, he continues to look at you like youâre everything heâs ever needed to breathe. heâs taken his helmet off and you can finally see him fully: brown eyes and all dimples.
âsee youâve found the flag.â
he takes a couple of steps closer to you until only two steps separate him and you, âyeah, someone told me to go win the game so I did just that for herâ.
âreally now?â
he whispers, âyeah.âÂ
his eyes twinkle and youâve never wanted anything more than to continue to stare at them.Â
you hope heâll make the next move but luke castellan, the boy youâve fallen for in every lifetime, is always content to admire you.
so, you take those two next steps, grab him by his neck, and press your lips to his.Â
he stands shocked for a minute, wondering if whatâs happening is really happening. but no sooner, heâs dropped the flag on the grass and holds you like your the greatest treasure heâs ever had.
thereâs a certain type of tragedy that your golden boy tastes like, fire and freedom all in this moment. itâs the price of redemption and damnation that youâre willing to pay.Â
to him, itâs the stars aligning like youâd will them toâthe power you held and every thing heâs ever needed. your his past, future, and present: the threads in his life giving him the one thing heâs ever wanted. something heâs only ever dreamed of.Â
he pulls back slightly before murmuring, âin every lifetime or the next, i am yours. i donât know what i did to deserve you. youâre something only out of my dreams, y/n.â
"you sap"
you just kiss him again, ignoring all the campers and those still trickling in.Â
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âdefinitely a child of dionysius. sheâs reduced him to insanity,â pipes up percy as he tears off the petals of the flower he holds in his hand.Â
chris just grabs a flower and continues to rip the petals off like the boy beside him.Â
âdamn straight!â shouts luke toward the two.
#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson#pjo fandom#pjo series#luke x reader#percy jackson show#percy jackson x reader#luke pjo#pjo x reader#pjo x you#pjo#ignore the cringe
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off limits | charles leclerc
a little blurb to get me back into the swing of things. carlos finding out his sister is dating his teammate. that's it. no warnings except for some bad words.
"Why is my sister messaging you?"
Carlos' voice is confused, a dangerous edge playing in his words, and Charles feels his heart skip, panic lighting his eyes for a second before he forces his face to relax, turning to face his teammate.
"Hmm?"
"My sister. Messaging you," Carlos raises his eyebrows, holding up Charles' phone. "Why?"
"Probably just wishing me good luck. For the race, you know."
Carlos doesn't buy it. Hell, Charles' doesn't even buy it. It's a shitty lie, and he knows it, and fuck, why the hell did he save your number under your real name?
"She do that a lot?"
Charles eyes the door just over Carlos' shoulder, tries to calculate if he could reach it before Carlos grabbed him. He thinks he has about a 40% chance.
"Sometimes. She's nice," Charles shrugs, his voice anything but casual. In fact, he's pretty sure he's starting to hyperventilate.
It was your one rule. Do not let anyone find out, especially your brother. The only thing Charles had to do was make sure that the man standing in front of him never found out you were dating his teammate, never found out about the dinners and the dates and the messages and the heart eyes and the fucking. One rule.
"Oh, she's nice, is she?"
He knows. Carlos knows, and Charles knows that he knows, and Carlos knows that he knows he knows. They're in a standoff, and neither is sure who's going to buckle first.
"Yeah. Nice. She...yeah."
Charles has seen Carlos angry. He's seen him after a DNF, fists clenched and rage in his eyes. He's seen him after a shitty qualifying, wild and lashing out. He's seen him angry plenty of times.
He's never seen him quite like this. He takes a shaky breath, eyes the door way again.
"Can I at least have a head start?" He asks Carlos, pleading and desperate, and Carlos laughs, and that scares the shit out of Charles.
"Sure. I'll give you three seconds."
Charles doesn't waste a single one of them, shoving past his teammate and darting past the mechanics out into the paddock, camera flashes lighting up his panicked face, Carlos hot on his heels, and he knows that whatever image it is they're capturing, he'll never live it down.
#formula 1#f1 imagine#f1#f1 x reader#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#f1 blurb#charles leclerc blurb
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ê° dealer!chris sturniolo ê± âĄ headcanons !
âșâ§âË àœàœČââ±âàœàŸ Ëââ§âșâșâ§âË àœàœČââ±âàœàŸ Ëââ§âșâșâ§âË àœàœČââ±âàœàŸ Ëââ§âșâșâ§âË àœàœČââ±âàœàŸ Ëââ§âșâșâ§âË àœàœČââ±âàœàŸ Ëââ§âșâșâ§âË àœàœČââ±âàœàŸ Ëââ§âș
ê° SFW! ê±
dealer!chris would . . .
⊠have met bambi at some house party â you was a friend of matt's, so he was only somewhat aware of your existence; real sweet and innocent, you don't know the first thing about any drugs. you're in the bathroom trying to escape the noisy atmosphere around yourself, when chris stumbles in on you, a joint hanging lazily at the edge of his lips.
"woah, can you knock next time?!"
"m'sorry didn't know anyone was in here...hey what you doin' in here, anyway? s'your friends at?"
"matt's downstairs talking to some girl, i don't know-"
"matt? you know my brother? wait, aht, i got it, know who you are, now...y'eyes, got like a uh, bambi thing goin' on, y'know? gonna call you bambi, yeah?"
dealer!chris would . . .
⊠never let bambi touch any drugs â he's dead set on making sure you prolong the innocence about you in that aspect.
"not even one hit? c'mon chris-"
"y'know the rules bambi, s'don't even try it. y'not takin' no hits of shit."
dealer!chris would . . .
⊠chris keeps pink rolling papers, because bambi likes the color and it reminds him of your pink ribbons you wear in your ponytails.
dealer!chris would . . .
⊠have a specific playlist for when he takes bambi on deals with him â he's got dominic fike and marina playing throughout the car as you hum contently.
dealer!chris would . . .
⊠have a glove compartment full of lollies and other sweets for when you're on deals with him. the sight of bambi's lips carelessly wrapped around a cherry lolly has his mind whirling.
"got any suckers for me today?"
"y'know where to find em', doll."
dealer!chris would . . .
⊠spoil bambi all the time â he's buying you clothes, perfumes, and any little thing that reminds him of you.
"this top is cute, but i don't-"
"yeah, put it in the basket."
dealer!chris would . . .
⊠not have a label on your relationship â bambi's a little naive and thinks might call you his, but he's not trying to label what you have going on any time soon.
"yo, isn't she your girlfriend? she's always with you."
"girlfriend? s'not my girlfriend, nah...she's my girl though, y'get me? not datin' or no shit, jus' my girl..."
dealer!chris would . . .
⊠always have bambi sat on his lap at parties â his hand drums in the innermost flesh of your thigh as he massages you, whilst the other hand diligently distributes to the awaiting palms of people.
dealer!chris would . . .
⊠mad dog the fuck out of anyone who looks at bambi the wrong way â especially when you takes you on deals, he's seething with anger when a customer gets particularly too close to you.
"nice to see you, sweetheart, hopin' i'll see you more-"
"get the fuck away from her man, or i'm knockin' ya ass out where you stand."
"chris, seriously?"
dealer!chris would . . .
⊠send bambi random fit checks + snaps to keep you updated when you aren't with each other. likewise, he makes you send the same back so he can keep track of where you are when he's not with you.
"new shirt, you like it?"
"it looks so good on you, baby!" ( he'd never admit baby drives him wild. )
dealer!chris would . . .
⊠be affectionate to bambi in the most random ways â he's either got his arm slung around her, massaging her shoulder or he's got your legs resting atop of his own, massaging those whilst you scroll on your phone.
dealer!chris would . . .
⊠always be kissing on bambi â forehead, cheek, arms, legs, anywhere he sees fit, really.
dealer!chris would . . .
⊠make bambi wear his clothes when you stay the night at his place â he'll never admit that he loves the idea of having you in them, yet he can't resist the urge to smile when you're giggling sweetly about wearing them.
"i love this jersey! can i keep it baby, please?"
"y'know what, go head' sweetheart. looks good on you..."
ê° NSFW! ê±
dealer!chris would . . .
⊠be extremely possessive in bed, especially if you're batting your eyelashes a little too much at a customer.
"he could never fuck you like this doll, could he?"
"f-fuck, no chris..."
"who's fuckin' pussy is this, huh? tell me who you fuckin' belong to."
"y-you, yours, fuck!"
dealer!chris would . . .
⊠love love love to give bambi backshots â you're at a party and he's horny? he's taking you upstairs to the bathroom, bending you over the sink.
"such a good fuckin' girl, takin' my cock like this..."
"look at yourself in the mirror while i fuck you, sweet girl..."
dealer!chris would . . .
⊠finger bambi in the passenger seat if you're getting too whiny and can't wait.
"please chris, need to feel you inside me..."
"so fuckin' impatient bambi, jus' can't wait? s'all you get, my fingers...make a mess on em' c'mon angel..."
dealer!chris would . . .
⊠definitely have a breeding kink â though, he knows damn well the idea of bambi getting pregnant scares him, so he keeps you with birth control.
"fuck, such a tight pussy...gon' make you a mama, yeah? wan' have my babies don't you, ma?"
"gonna look so pretty carryin' our fuckin' kids, fuck..."
dealer!chris would . . .
⊠love high sex with you â he's lazily thrusting up into you while you ride him, head thrown back in pure ecstasy, or
"ridin' me so well ma, look so pretty on top of me like this..."
⊠his lidded eyes watch in anticipation as you're down below on your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes while you suck him off.
"gah, shit mama, makin' me feel so good...keep fuckin' goin' thas my good girl..."
dealer!chris would . . .
⊠would love doggy â when you wear those short shorts around him, all he can think about is having your ass up in the air while he's pounding into you like there's no tomorrow.
⊠love missionary, too â it's a more intimate position, but he can't help wanting to see your fucked out expression while he's deep inside you, watching your ever changing expression while you feel him deep inside of you.
dealer!chris would . . .
⊠be a little bad at aftercare at first, but he's slowly getting the hang of it the more time he spends with you â he's cleaning you up and massaging you after you guys finish, and ordering food for the both of you whilst he smokes a joint for himself.
( lilly's corner đ )
dealer!chris are my roots guys, i'm gonna start writing for him again. dealer!chris & bambi!reader are my literal babies & i hope you guys enjoy them! đ
@muwapsturniolo @thenickgirl @guccifrog @fawnchives @cottoncandyswisherz
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The old men of One Piece finding out they have a child with you. Pt. 2
Due to popular demand I have a part two for you guys!
Shanks, Buggy, Mihawk xFemreader
Healthy Mix of Angst and Fluff
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Buggy
The crew was quick to follow orders, Cabaji grabbing you as others grabbed your sons. Dragging you from the restaurant you called a home and out onto the streets, screamed fill the air as the village was being ripped apart. Your boys crying out in fear as the crew harshly brought you onto the ship you once were apart of.
You yelped as you were thrown into Buggy's room. Your boys being tossed in as well, you quickly grabbed Dee and Bee and brought them to your chest. Running your hands through their hair as they sobbed against you, shaking like a leaf and terrified.
"Ssshh it's okay my loves it's okay" you whisper trying to soothe them, holding them tightly to try and ward away the bad dream. After a few hours they finally fell asleep, You carefully rolling up and placing them on Buggy's large bed. It wouldn't be best to let them sleep in your arms since they were fairly large and when asleep could kick and roll. You couldn't risk injury if you were going to escape with the twins.
You tucked them into the big stripped bed and sighed- Surrounded by more of this circus shit made them look way more like Buggy then you cared to admit. Smoothing Dee and Bee wild blue locks with your hand you sighed heavily. Trying to come up with a plan to escape- but the plotting was short lived as the bedroom door opened.
Buggy stared at you and then glanced at the boys as they slept soundly in his bed. He was holding a large tray and set it down on the side table, meeting your eyes as he picked up a fork and took a bite from each both and even a bite of the bread, before taking a seat clearly wanting to show it was safe to eat and feed the children. You looked at the food it was 3 healthy servings of pasta with fresh bread and 3 drinks, 2 milks and a ale. You looked at him in question but you didn't dare voice anything. Instead gently shaking the twins awake-
"Eh? Mom?..." Dee mumbled as he rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Dinner is here" You say calmly, holding a bowl out to Dee who gently took it in his tiny hands before waking up Bee with a bit more force and doing the same. Splitting the bread in half and giving each half to your sons to make sure they had full bellies.
You ate your own food, Watching as the twins hungrily ate there like they hadn't had a meal before, havjng to make sure they didnt mess up the nice bed. However you kept glancing back at Buggy, feeling his eyes on you.
He sat across the room stull, watching you closely as you wiped their faces clean with your dress and handing them their drinks and even taking your own ale and sipping it. You saw Bee wat hibg Buggy closely, the two staring at each other silently.
"What are you looking at Old Man?-" Bee snapped as he glared at Buggy. You snapping your finger quickly at him.
"Attitude-" You hissed in warning. However heard a shuffle to see Buggy snorting a laugh and turning away to giggle-
"Damn these really are my Kids- I was at least 90% sure before but now it's 100%!" He laughed, actually Wiping the tears from his face.
"Mom what is he talking about?" Dee questioned first, raising a brow at the Clown in their room.
"Yeah and whats with hi-" You smacked your hand over your sons mouth. Knowing that the following question would lead to a fight you didn't have the strength for.
"Boys this is your father... Buggy the Clown. He's a Pirate Captian"
"Our Dads a clown-" Bee deadpanned as his face looked at you in what can only be described as confused horror. You sighing mentally by this, as Dee stared at Buggy suspiciously.
"How do we know?-" Dee started, But Buggy pulled the hat from his head and bandana to show his blue locks that were identical to their.
"Our Dads a Clown!?" Bee said again this time
"I'm a porate clown-" Buggy shot back as he frowned at the boy. The two locking in gaze of equal stubbornness and attitude.
Dee started to say"Is that why you took us?" But was cut off gloriously by Bee"If you're our dad then you suck! Why did you grab mom by her hair and make her cry!" He proclaimed, Jumping up on the bed and pointing to Buggy angrily. You urging the boy to sit down, But Buggy's gaze softened.
"I apologize- I didn't see it was her or else I would have never raided you town. Instead just picked you three up to take with me" He admitted calmly. The seemed to take the wind from Bee's sails as he sat back down- You also surprised to hear Buggy apologize or be so vulnerable.
"I want to have you three here with me and be apart of my children's life" Buggy started as he stared at you- You started to protest but he held up a hand.
"60 Days, that's all I ask. If in 60 days you don't want me in their lives I'll drop you and the boys off at a Marine Base with some berry. Enough to be comforble for the rest of your lives"
It was a good deal- a damn good deal. It's not like you had a berry to your name or a place to return to. That and he genuinely seemed interested in the boys, you gave a defeated sigh.
"Alright... 60 days- then we will talk from there" Buggy smiled at hearing you agreeing to this. Excitement shining in his eyes as he jumped up from his seat.
"Perfect! You all rest here. I'll leave and bring some supplies for you all" Buggy said calmly as he stood up and quickly left, a grin plastered on his face as he left you.
You should have known that Buggy was planning something. For the next 3 days it was like he turned the ship into a child's dream. There was suddently a absurd about of toys, sweets, every game imaginable too seemed to have suddently appeared. Buggy all to happy to shower the twins in anything they asked for, played any game they wanted.
You inwardly sighed as you watched the twins start to warm up to Buggy, More like clinging to him. Bee seemingly the most interested in him while Dee seemed to just love sailing. Having to be coaxed down from the crows nest were he would hide all day. At the mess hall however is were they fit in the best- It was like Buggy had cloned himself the two perfect best friends, aka himself.
Dee had taken to keeping his hair up due to his time in the crows nest and also had become more confident- pushing his brother back whenever he messed with him a bit too much- As for Bee it was like Buggy 2.0- Loud, flashy and ready to find trouble. It had been only 3 days but so much had changed, Currently it being evening dinner time.
Sitting next to Buggy in the mess hall, who had made it a habit of keeping you close you glared as your son then Buggy who was just laugjing "Benny (Y/L/N) get your monkey ass here right now!" You yelled as you saw your son running down the tables of the mess hall. Singing a made of sea shanty that the rest of the freaks were actually drinking and singing along to.
"Let the boy have some fun (Y/N)! It's not like he's hurting anyone- Besides what's the worse that can happen! Stop with the snooty attitude" Buggy proclaimed with a laugh, you saw Dee get a mischievous look in his eye before slipping under the table. You give a sarcastic smile, knowing your twins all too well.
"Fine then, I won't be snooty for the next hour whatever they damage you gotta clean" You proposes with a smile. He laughed and nodded.
"Deal! Finally now we can have some fu-"
And like a symphony of madness all hell broke lose. Dee had popped put from under the table and grabbed Bee's foot nid step. The singing child falling into a massive bowl of mashed potatos which managed to spray everywhere- coating all the people at the table in potatos and the floor which made a few Crewmates who had been walking slip and slam into tables flinging more food and creating more mess paired with a hunk of cake landing right in Buggy's face. Wiping the frosting as he watched the two boys make a run from the mess hall cackling like two Imps.
"Boys!!" He yelled, trying to wipe more of the pink frosting from his face. You smiled and handed him a napkin.
"Have fun Captian!~" You said with a grin and patted his shoulder as Buggy sat there red faced and glaring at you half heartedly. As if taking your cue, you got up and left. Giggling as you hear Buggy snap at some crewmates to grab something to help clean the mess.
Deciding to take the time for yourself you went to the main deck. Leaning against the rails as you watched the dark waves of the ocean and the setting sun. You couldn't lie and say you didn't miss the ocean, or the time to yourself. You stood there watching as the sun set and plunged the ship into darkness, the lanterns of the ship turning on as well as the ship seemed to be sailing in darkness.
"Enjoying your free time?" A deep voice snapped you from your thoughts. Seeing Buggy walking towards you, his face washed of makeup and hair in a ponytail. Having clearly just bathed after getting the mess hall cleaned.
"Yeah, I forgot how nice it is being on this ship.. How are the boys?" Buggy smiled at hearing you enjoying yourself before shrugging.
"Got them washed up and put them to bed.....They seem to like me" He boated, seemingly proud he had formed such a strong bond.
"That they do" You reply. Watching as he put his hands in his pockets a bit awkwardly, that tough Captian Facade crumbling a bit under his own anxiety.
"(Y/N) Why did you leave?... Was it me? Were you ashamed of me or-" He started, the back of his hand brushing against his nose as the enxiety slammed into his chest.
"What?.. No that's not why I left Buggy- I was scared. How the hell was I suppose to go through pregnancy on a ship? Hell the labor?! That was 36 hours to give birth to both of them!" Buggy winced at the thought, you leaned against the railing and stared at him.
"It was the fact that I couldn't predict how you would react and no idea how to raise a baby here. So in a village with at least some stability seemed like the best option- Even if it ment having to do it alone"
You admit, Buggy messing with his gloved hands. Sadness bleeding through his gaze as he sighed.
"I suppose- I can see your point... but I would have put everything on hold if I knew-" Buggy admitted, before rubbing the back of his head a bit hesitantly.
"You know- We only got 60 days and I've been wanting to take a vacation. Drop off the crew maybe for a bit and I know this really nice island" Buggy said casually. Your eyebrows raising at hearing this- He wanted to stop pirating just for you and the twins?
"What?-" You started but he cut you off quickly. "I mean it would only be a little bit of course- unless something urged me to stay a bit longer. However I think being on the open ocean can be damaging for super long term- I mean the meals can cause scurvy and who knows what else" He quickly justified, even at this distance you could see his ears turning red. You couldn't help but giggle at this, which caught his attention quickly.
"I'd like that Buggy.. But I don't want to take you away from what you love" you say, Watching Buggy take a hesitant step towards you.
"Who knows... 60 days can quickly turn into eternity.. if you want it to.. and i lost what i loved once- Ill never let that happen again" He said locking eyes with you which made you smile brighter.
Shanks
It had been 3 weeks since Shanks arrived- and it had been one journey, The man clearly loved to be a father. Willing to do anything for Vivian, her having the powerful pirate wrapped around her little finger and not even knowing it.
Shanks having let his crew take the time for essentially a vacation on his dime while ge stayed in your guestroom. Excited every morning to wake up and play with his daughter. He bought her so many toys, a chest full of pretty dresses, a giant stuffed monkey and a play wood sword since she had been so interest in his.
She had even taken to tying her favorite green ribbon on his sword since "It looks pretty" and he didn't have the will power to take it off. So for the most part, it had been complete and total bliss.
It was early morning when you heard some loud Noises coming from the kitchen area of your home- Getting up from bed and put on your robe and walked to see what all the noise was.
You stood in the kitchen with a raised eyebrow, the only word fitting this situation was- Hilarious. There sat Shanks, sat on the floor with his back leanes against the oven holding a old muffin. His eyes were covered in a thick layer of green glittery eyeshadow (from your makeup bag) hot red lipstick that was sneered on other parts of his face. Some bows randomly scattered in his red hair. His coat that usually covered his missing arm dropped over your daughter who was still in her baby blue tight gown and she was dragging behind her as she adding things to the spread on the floor. A bag of sugar, some water, a scattering of teabags and whatever had been in the fridge- including half eaten sandwiches and cupcakes which Shanks was currently chewing on.
"Starlight, I don't think there is anyway you can make the wate- I mean tea any sweeter" He said calmly, Watching Vi try to pour more sugar into her little China set with her chubby hands. Shanks cringing a bit at this as she poured him a cup and handed it to him.
"See! Now it's perfect!" She chimed and giggled loudly. He gave a smile as he set aside his muffin and sipped the tea, trying to suppress the cringe from the unholy amount of sugar that was mixed with water and a hint of a poor teabag.
"It's delicious Baby Girl- Fantastic" He choked out, working through a smile as he forced himself to take another sip. You couldn't help bit to laugh, which brought the attention of both Red Heads.
"Mommy!" Vivian chimed loudly running towards you still wearing Shank's cloak and you scooped her up carefully.
"I must say Shanks, you look fabulous" You said with a smile. Shanks Grinning up at you as he sat on the floor.
"I always thought I'd look good in green" He said, Gesturing to the sloppy eyeshadow. Rolling himself up to his feet as he smiled down at you.
"By the way are you ready for today?" You raised a brow-
"Oh boy what do you have planned?" Shanks only gave a wide smile before grabbing a box from the kitchen table and holding up a lovely yellow sundress for you and a similar one for Vivian.
"Fun day out!"
Shanks hadnt beem kidding about a fun day, staring with a lovely resturant on the island, sailing, having in a meadow and then time out at the park the sun started to set. Shanks held Vivian who was passed out against him, walking back to your home. The two of you talking about the time you two where together in the past.
"Thank you (Y/N).." He said softly, Smiling as he watched the sun set and the two of you walked up hill.
"For what?" He smiled brightly at you "Making me the happiest man in the world" You couldn't help but blush at hearing this. Looking away bashfully as you came up to your home, Seeing a man standing there a bit awkwardly.
"Yasopp! Glad you stopped by, This is (Y/N) and my darling daughter Vivian. She's asleep right now but I'm sure she'd love to meet ya"
Shank smiled brightly at seeing his fellow crewmate. However the look on Yasopp face said otherwise.
"Its lovely to meet you (Y/N)... but Captian- we have to talk.." He said softly, Shanks frowning at the tone he gave before gently passing Vivian to you.
"I'll be in a sec" He said, nodding you quickly head inside to get Vivian ready for bed. Yasopp and him talked outside, Shanks looked angry. Staring at the letter and running his hand through his hair clearly stressed. You finished cleaning Vivians face and got her in her PJs, tuckering her in for the night. In the hallway you could hear the should of bottles shifting, turning to see Shanks in the kitchen grabbing the bottle of whiskey you kept on the top shelf- his face twisted in anger as he plopped on the couch.
"You have to leave.. don't you-" You finally blurted out, watching him open the bottle with his teeth and take a sip. His eyes shiny with unshed tears, he nodded soberly as he took a hard swig of the drink.
"Shanks you can't finally meet her and just leave her life-" You stressed, anger bubbling in your chest as you stared at him. He sat slunched in the chair a swirling of different emotions in his eyes.
"They need my help.. and I can't risk it (Y/N).... I can't risk them finding out about you and Vi... they would kill you both" He whispered, shock slamming into you. Your eyes drifting to Vivian's room were she laid sleeping.
"...How long will you be gone" You whispered finally, sitting down on your sofa sadly.
"I don't know..." He whispered, defeat written on his face. Holding the bottle out to you, which you took and started to sip before passing it back.
"When do you leave?" Shanks took another heavy swig of the drink and held it out to you. "Tomorrow morning..." You nod at this- Taking another sip of the whiskey.
"...I-Is she going to hate me?" Shanks whispered, Looking up at were he knew Vi was. You shook your head "She doesn't have it in her heart to hate.." You said softly. He nodded at this and messed with the ribbon she tied on his sword, staring at it hard.
"I love her (Y/N).... so much it hurts.." His voice cracked. But he instead stood up, taking a heavy breath.
"I'm going to get some sleep... you should as well" He said softly, Turning and walking back to the guest room. Leaving you alone with the whiskey bottle, as you put it back in its rightful place. You could have sworn you heard hushed sobs... but left them be and went to cry in your own bed as well.
In the morning, the nice breakfast was made. Shanks feeding Vivian her oatmeal and letting her talk his ear off, you knew he needed this moment. Needed to have this with her. Once breakfast was finishes the three of you started the walk to the docks, Vivian holding Shanks hand as they talked about the pretty ocean.
Walking to the docks he saw the ship being loaded up, Vivian staring in awe at the massive vessel and giggled at the sight of all the men who stared at her and gave friendly waves. Shanks taking a deep breath to look at you both. Hurt shining in his eyes as he swallowed a hard lump in his throat. Kneeling down he looked at Vivian, his hand cupping her chubby cheek as he took a shaky breath holding back tears clearly. "Princess, I've got to go for a while.."
"But why?... you just got here?"
"I know baby girl- But, see there is this trouble maker- His name is Luffy. Think of him as your big brother, he needs my help.. And I don't want to put you and your Mommy in danger while I go get him. So I have to leave-"
He said, Biting his bottom lip for a second as he let a few tears roll down his cheek. Reaching into his pocket and pulling out a solid gold coin- it was quite large and he carefully handed it to Vivian. Her little fingers holding the big coin and touching the detailed design thay decorated it, his Jolly Roger.
"But I promise I'll be back.. but until I do- you have to keep this with you. It's special, it will protect you from Pirates- And when I come back, and I promise I will. I'll trade you that coin for your ribbon back okay?"
He said softly, watching Vivian smile up at him at the promise.
"Okay Daddy.." She said softly before jumping and hugging around his neck. He held her tightly, wrapping his arm around her as if he didn't want to let go.
"Captian-" Yassop said softly, Shanks nodding and carefully standing up. Handing Vivian to you a bit reluctantly, Vivian own eyes starting to water. You held her close as tears rolled down your own cheeks. Shanks leaning in and kissing the tears on your face and one gingerly on your lips.
"I'll see you two again, I swear" He said softly, Stepping back as he followed after his crew. The crew somber like their Captian as he boarded, yelling out commands to set sail. Looking back as the ship began to leave the harbor, Waving at the two of you. Vivian waving back gently as tears rolled down her chubby cheeks clutching the coin close to her chest.
You and Vivian standing on the docks as you watched the ship sail and disapear over the horizon. You sniffles and wiped your eyes of the tears you didn't know had still been running down your cheeks.
Your daughter looking at you and wiping your tears, giving you a smile just like Shanks "Don't worry Mommy.. Daddy said he'd be back"
Mihawk
You stood in your tiny kitchen, rubbing your temple as the days situation settled on your bones. Your son standing next to you chopping vegetables silently, Clearly ignoring the elephant in the room.
"Alucare- Do you want to-"
"No" He cut you off quickly, quickly cutting down on a carrot like it had wronged him. You sighed at this setting the kettle on the stove to start a pot of tea. Knowing damn well what was coming- right on cue there was a knock to the door.
Turning you went to let in the Warlord, he looked like a kicked puppy. Awkwardly standing there at your door with his hat removed, his eyes glancing up at you hesitantly.
"(Y/N)..." He said softly, surprising you that he had even remembered your name. He stepped to the side, inviting him into your home and guiding him to your dining room were he took a seat at the kitchen table.
You took a seat as well, Alucare not turning from preparing the vegetables. A awkward silence following the trio as there was only the sound of chopping.
"Mihawk.. It's been a while" You finally speak, the Warlord nodding in agreement. Silence falling over you two again.
"Oh for God's sake. Alucare sit down please, we are going to get this out" You said, Hearing the shuffle of your son moving from his spot and sitting next to you. You couldn't help but stare in awe- The two sitting across from each other made it seem like they were looking at some odd mirror, they looked almost identical except for the age and minor changes.
"Mihawk this is Alucare, your son. As we can clearly can see. Alucare this is your father Dracule Mihawk"
You introduce, swallowing thickly as the two continued to stare at each other. Silence falling again over you all, Mihawk sighed and rubbed his temple. Turning his eyes away from this odd sort of staring contest.
"Alucare.. That's a good name.. How old are you?" Mihawk asked, staring at his child for a moment before Alucare looked away.
"I'm 16..." He said softly, Mihawk nodding at this before his eyes landed on you.
"How come you didn't tell me- I would have been here, helped you. I have a home and more" He asked, his eyebrows betraying him in pure confusion and he frowned. You sighed and rubbed the back of your neck.
"I was scared- How would it look like if some random person claimed to have some famed Warlords child.." You mumbled, still embarrassed by the whole ordeal. "Besides it wasn't even until after are alleyway escapades that I understood who you were-"
"I see..." Mihawk sighed as he stared at Alucare again, who seemed to grow a bit uncomforble at the direction of this conversation.
"Alucare do you wish to ask something of your father?-" You encouraged. Wanting to create a olive branch between the two.
"What is there me to ask? It's not like it's a secret that we are related or his reputation. The only thing I would wonder is how you found out about us-" Alucare said a bit dismissively, you felt genuine surprise at this. He had never shown anyone disrespect before until now-
"There were rumors of you that traveled to a Marine Base I was at- how a child looked like the famed Mihawk... eyes and all" Mihawk clarified. Alucare only rolling his matching yellow eyes at this, standing up from his seat.
"I'll be dismissing myself. Thanks for the talk" He said calmly, walking out the back door and slamming it shut behind him. You sighed and looked to Mihawk
"Hes normally not like that, I don't know what to say" You admit. But the Warlord just stood up with a understanding nod.
"Hes angry... that I understood.. I'll return" He said before following out the back door as well.
Standing by the grove of trees next to the house Alucare let the cool blade of the knives brush over his fingers, sighing as he quickly released the blade at lightning speed at the carved target on the old tree hitting bulls eye. Alucare walking to retrieve the lone blade and repeat the process.
"Impressive shot-" The deep voice only belonging to Mihawk sounded behind the teen. Alucare glancing back at the man as he resumed his position and went back to throwing his blade.
"Thanks I suppose-" Alucare mumbled as he continued to task. Mihawk sighing softly as he glanced at the sky.
"What is the true reason you resent me- One that you don't wish to express with your mother around" He finally asked, staring at the sky. Alucare faltering in his movements for a moment, keeping the blade in his hands for a moment.
"If you had been anyone else she wouldn't have had to suffer so much-" He admitted, his eyes showing a deep sadness as he sighed "I saw the way they looked at her, despite her smiling and ignoring it.. how she acted as a human shield for me. Because we share blood- How she would sit on the bed after working day and night to put that home over our head... how tired she was and then emotionally carying the brunt of people looking at her in either pity, fear otlr disgust for my sake"
He admitted, throwing the blade once again watching the blade stick deeply into the tree the handle being the only thing that showed. Mihawk quietly listened and clenched his hands.
"I understand... if I had known I would have protected her... I would have protected you- Nothing I can say can make up for 16 years of hardship... but I do apologize" Mihawk said, bowing his head gently.
Alucare looked at him silently for a moment. Looking away for a moment and went to grab the blade.
"...How do you sharpen a blade-" Alucare asked, In his own way accepting Mihawk apology and extending a form of communication. Mihawk gave a hint of a smile on his lips as he stepped forward.
"I can show you-"
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me and your mama - rafe cameron
Baby daddy! Rafe x Baby mama! Maybank! Reader
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Summary:
you know that i love you
so let me into your heart
Rafe spends a day with his girls, and maybe confesses some feelings.
Requested
Warnings:
None really, kissing/making out, just fluff and a bit of angst
Word Count: 2.9k
A/N:
It is seriously so exciting that you guys are loving baby daddy! Rafe as much as I am. Thank you so much for interacting and requesting!
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âDada?â
That had been the soundtrack to the entire morning. Iris had followed you around on her short little legs, the only word she wanted to say today being âdadaâ. It was driving you crazy, but at the same time you felt guilty, knowing she was missing her dad.
After about the 105th âdadaâ, you sighed, pulling your cell phone out of your pocket. âOkay, baby girl. Letâs call daddy.â
The phone didnât ring long before you heard his low voice over the line.
âHey,â Rafe greeted, sounding bored.
âHey,â you said back, phone stuck between your ear and shoulder as you cut up a banana for Irisâ snack.
âWhatâs up?â
âYour daughter misses you,â you said, glancing down at the toddler watching you with her full attention. She reached a chubby hand up and you handed her a banana slice.
âYeah?â Rafe asked, a chuckle in his voice. âI miss her, too.â
âDo you want to come over?â you asked him. You rinsed the knife you had been using in the sink before dropping it in to properly wash later.
âYeah, Iâll come over,â he said. You heard him groan as he stood from wherever heâd been sitting.
âLong night?â you asked. Iris trailed after you as you walked to her high chair with her plate in hand. You lifted her and sat her in it, buckling her in.
âSomething like that.â
You rolled your eyes, not even wanting to know what he meant by that. Iris giggled up at you with her mouth full of banana, making you laugh.
âIâll see you in a few.â
By the time Iris finished eating and you got her and her chair all cleaned up, the front door was opening. Those heavy footsteps sounded as he walked down the hall, finding the two of you in the kitchen.
Irisâ whole face lit up when Rafe walked into the room. She squealed as she ran to him, arms up in the air to be picked up.
Rafe laughed as he scooped her into his arms, hugging her close. âHey, baby girl. I heard you missed me.â
Iris wrapped her tiny hand around Rafeâs nose. âDada!â
Rafe laughed again. âThatâs my nose.â He grabbed at her little one. âAnd thatâs your nose.â Iris laughed like it was the funniest thing he could have done.
You couldnât help the smile on your face at the sight of Rafe and Iris. They loved each other so much, it was clear to anyone who looked for even a second.
âDid you have plans today?â you asked him, leaning against the counter as you watched.
âNo plans,â he said. He turned to look at you then. âWhy, did you want to do something?â
You shrugged. âI donât know, I thought it might be nice to get out of the house.â
Rafe looked down at the little girl in his arms. âWhat do you think, Iris? Do you wanna go to the park?â
âArk!â she agreed, eyes shining bright.
âI think she likes the idea,â Rafe said, shooting you a smirk.
âPark it is, then,â you said, smiling to yourself as you pushed off the counter. âLet me get changed.â
You changed into something that felt a little cuter to be going out in public, but still casual enough to run around at the park. You settled on a pair of shorts and a crop top.
You came out of your bedroom to see Rafe playing with Iris on the living room floor. You smiled at them, then moved into the kitchen again. You figured you might as well make a whole thing out of it. You grabbed some ingredients and began to make lunches for the three of you.
The sounds of Irisâ wild giggles filled the house as you made sandwiches, cut up fruit, and grabbed some little bags of chips and snacks from the cabinet. You grabbed the small insulated cooler from next to the back door and packed the lunch in it, along with some sodas, juice for Iris, and some beers for Rafe.
You were grateful that Rafe kept a car seat installed in his truck, because moving and reinstalling it was the biggest pain in the ass. He carried Iris out of the house while you carried her diaper bag on your shoulder and the cooler in your hands, along with a blanket. He hooked her into her car seat, talking to her softly and making her giggle the whole time. Usually she just screams in your face when you try to get her in the car seat.
Rafe drove you all to the park on Figure 8. The windows were down in the truck because it was such a beautiful day. The salty wind whipped your hair around your face, but it felt so nice you didnât care.
Iris began kicking her feet and cheering as Rafe pulled into the parking lot of the park. You both laughed at her excitement and he shut off the truck, both of you hopping out.
Rafe put Iris down as you reached the grass of the park, and she took off as fast as her little legs would carry her. Rafe trailed behind her, laughing.
âWhere you going?â he called after her. She only squealed in response, running up to the swing set and reaching for the baby swing. She looked back at her dad expectantly.
Rafe lifted her up and sat her in the swing, pushing her high enough that she was having the time of her life but not so high he was scared of her getting hurt. When she was tired of the swings he let her down and she ran to the slide. You and Rafe each held one of her hands as she slid down, quickly running back to do it again and again.
âGetting hungry?â you asked her after she had been playing for an hour. It was nearing nap time, too.
âHungy,â she confirmed, and you noticed her wiping her eyes.
Rafe scooped her up in his arms while you grabbed the blanket and cooler and you found a comfortable place in the grass, a good distance away from other families at the park. You spread the blanket and the three of you sat down, making yourselves comfortable.
You opened the cooler and started grabbing Irisâ food. You set it all up for her and she began eating right away, tiny fingers grabbing for a chunk of strawberry first.
You passed Rafe his sandwich and chips, which he took with a grateful look.
âBeer or soda?â you asked him.
âBeer would be good,â he said, predictably. You passed him the bottle and he opened it with ease, taking a few big sips.
You unwrapped your own sandwich and took a bite, taking in the scenery around you as you ate your lunch. It really was a beautiful day, and it had been too long since you just spent time outdoors, in nature. It felt peaceful, the air smelled clean. You sipped your soda, enjoying the breeze on your skin.
The best view of all was right next to you. You took in the image of your daughter, sitting comfortably leaned back against Rafe while she ate her lunch. She was dressed in a little pair of overalls today, a pink shirt underneath.
Your eyes traveled up to Rafe, looking off into the distance as he drank his beer. He must have been thinking the same thing you were, his eyes glancing over the scene surrounding you. You couldnât help but notice how blue his eyes looked in the light, the way they were slightly squinted in the sun. His big, strong hand wrapped around his beer bottle. The strong muscles of his arms, his chestâŠ
You were getting carried away.
You tried to shake it off, but then he turned at the last moment, eyes meeting yours. He smiled at you, and it made your heart thump harder in your chest. You wondered if he would always have this effect over you.
Iris fell asleep after lunch. She just curled up right on the blanket and passed out before either of you had even realized.
âSheâs so beautiful,â Rafe mused, gently brushing some of his daughterâs soft brown hair out of her face without waking her.
âShe looks just like you,â you pointed out.
âI know,â he said. âLucky girl.â
You shoved him in the shoulder hard, and he laughed, nearly falling over into the grass.
âYouâre so annoying,â you laughed, shaking your head.
He was still laughing as he plucked another beer from the cooler. He opened it and lifted it to his lips. He reached forward and tucked your hair behind your ear.
âShe would have been lucky to look like you, too,â he said, and you laughed lightly. âSeriously. Youâre the hottest girl on the island, Maybank.â
You felt your cheeks heating up, looking down at your legs instead of at him. âThat is not true.â
âYou think Iâd lie about that?â Rafe asked. He continued to drink his beer, his eyes never leaving your face.
You shrugged.
You heard Rafe sigh, then you felt his hand on the side of your face, turning it to look at him. He was so much closer than you realized when you turned, and before you could open your lips to speak, he was kissing you.
Your eyes fluttered closed as you kissed him back. His hand landed on the back of your head, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth. His tongue slowly dragged along yours, and you accidentally moaned against him, causing his lips to tilt up in a smirk. He didnât stop kissing you though, dominating the kiss and exploring your mouth with his tongue.
Your hand rested on his thigh, the other on the blanket as you leaned your weight against it. You tilted your head to kiss him more naturally, his fingers playing with the hair at the back of your neck.
When he finally pulled away he rested his forehead against yours. He said your name, low, nearly pained.
You felt the same pain in your chest. You wanted so badly for things to be different with Rafe, and you knew he wanted that too. But you had both agreed you couldnât be together.
âRafeâŠâ you whispered back. His nose brushed against yours, your faces still so close as he just rested there, like he was thinking.
âWhy are we doing this?â he finally asked, his voice quiet, nearly a whisper.
âDoing what?â you asked, not sure what exactly he was referring to.
âPretending we donât love each other.â
You froze. You felt like all the air had been sucked from your body. Rafeâs hand left your hair and grabbed onto your hand. âRafeâŠâ you breathed out again. You didnât know what to say.
âItâs kind of bullshit, isnât it?â he continued, forehead still pressed against yours. It would take only the slightest movement for your lips to meet again.
You agreed. It was bullshit. You were tired of it, too. But you and Rafe had also mutually agreed that you werenât right together. Your brief relationship had been toxic, dramatic, exhausting. You didnât want to go through it again.
âYeah,â you said simply. His thumb rubbed across the back of your hand.
âI want to be with my daughter every day. I want to be with you every day.â Rafe looked into your eyes then and youâd never seen him look so serious. Well, a couple of times, but it was rare. It was enough to scare you.
âI want that too, but Rafe-â
âWhy donât we just try again?â
You closed your eyes tightly. You thought you might cry if you didnât. âWe canât.â
Rafe scoffed, looking away, back into the distance of the park in front of you. He ran a hand over his buzz cut, a sign of the stress he was feeling.
âI know,â he said finally. âI know.â
You both sat there in silence for a little while, listening to the sounds of kids screaming at the park, birds in the trees, Irisâ soft breathing as she slept between you.
âI just thinkâŠâ Rafe began again. âMaybeâŠit could be different this time.â
You wanted to believe that more than anything. You wanted to take the chance. But you didnât think youâd survive the heartbreak when it inevitably didnât work again. You and Rafe were already tied together for the rest of your lives, something that had taken you long enough to come to terms with after the initial breakup. You had never wanted to see him again at the time, and now you had a successful co-parenting relationship. You were terrified to lose the peace you had come to find in your shared lives, returning back to the chaos.
âI want that,â you said. âI really do. But it just feels like a bad idea.â
Rafe nodded. His face didnât betray any of his emotions, but you could tell they were swirling in his head. He finished off his second beer. âIâm never gonna stop loving you, you know.â
Your heart twisted in your chest at his words. Because you knew exactly how he felt. âIâll never stop loving you either, Rafe.â
You saw his jaw clench as you spoke the words. The muscles in his arm flexed as he clenched and unclenched his fist. He was holding back. He had more to say.
âWe should get her home,â he said instead, and he was packing the cooler and bags before you could say anything else. He gently picked up Irisâ sleeping form as you grabbed the other supplies and the blanket. Iris curled against his chest, not waking from her sleep for even a second. You had been blessed with an amazing sleeper for a baby.
The drive home was more awkward, the carefree joy from earlier suffocated by this tension. You looked at Rafeâs hand on the wheel as his other arm rested on the open window. You looked away, making an effort to stop thinking about how attractive he was when you were trying to get over him.
Maybe youâd be happier getting under him.
You shook that thought away.
Back at the house, Rafe carried Iris inside, taking her to her nursery and laying her down in her crib without waking her while you collapsed on the couch. You were surprised when he joined you a minute later, thinking heâd leave as soon as he got her down.
âI had a good time with you guys. I like when we get to do stuff together.â
âMe too,â you said honestly. Rafeâs hand rested on your bare thigh, and he squeezed once. You looked over at him to find him already staring at you.
He moved closer, slowly, giving you ample time to push him away. You didnât. When his lips touched yours again he kissed you passionately, hand resting on your waist and pulling you closer. So close that you ended up throwing your leg over his lap, straddling him.
He groaned against your lips as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close and pulling your hips down against his as you kissed. Your arms rested around his neck, chest pressed against his. His big hands slid down to your ass and he grabbed hard.
You gasped into the kiss, Rafe taking it as an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth again. His hands were beginning to creep up your shirt when you pulled back. âRafeâŠâ
âCome on, right here on the couch before JJ gets home from work,â Rafe practically begged, his eyes dark with lust and his hands touching all over you. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back, fighting a battle with your own body.
âCanât,â you force yourself to say, and the word sounds as pained as you feel. âWe canât.â
Rafe leaned forward, head falling against your chest as he sighed. He placed a few more kisses on the tops of your breasts peeking out of your top before pressing one more to your lips.
âOkay,â he conceded.
You climbed off his lap, although neither of you wanted you to. Rafeâs hand lingered on your thigh as you sat next to him, rubbing your skin affectionately.
âI guess Iâll go then,â he said. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, checking texts and anything else heâs missed since he hadnât touched the phone while he was with you. Topperâs invited him to some party, which doesnât sound like a bad way to spend this night. A good way to forget.
You looked at him sadly, wanting to tell him no, stay, and maybe also please fuck me on the couch like you were just about to. But you donât.
Rafe leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss on your cheek. âIf you change your mind, you know where to find me.â His voice rumbled right against your ear.
You didnât move as he stood and left the house. You didnât move when you heard his truck start and the gravel kicking up as he drove off. You fingers itched for your phone, to tell him to please come back no matter how humiliating that would be.
Instead your fingers reach up and touch your lips, still tingling from his kiss like heâd never left.
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butterfly â gojo satoru x f!reader
a/n: eee itâs been a while; I hope I didnât get rusty đ§ââïž
your little girl has been independent ever since she came out of your womb. youâre pretty sure that if it was up to her, she wouldâve walked out by herself.
anyway.
she was quickly able to hold her little bottle on her ownâsatoru couldnât have been prouder. add to that her very smug look while she was doing it; itâs high school satoru all over again. she is also pretty intelligent for her age; she is able to get through the idea she wants, one way or another.
for example, you remember that one time when she wanted to go out, but wasnât able to get it through as directly as she wanted. so, since she couldnât reach the front door on her own yet, she made use of her surroundings.
during that time, satoru was too busy cuddling you and telling you about what his studentsâkidsâdid at school.
conveniently for your daughter, however, your husbandâs blindfold was put somewhere beside her, and your daughter, relating that he only wears it when he goes out, held it aggressively and started swinging it around, blabbering a bunch of nonsense.
hearing the call of your darling daughter, satoru quickly got thereâhe says itâs his daddy six sense, you say that your dear d/n simply knows how to get anyoneâs attention. that has been proven more than a 100 times in the school.
âwhatâs up, baby? what can daddy do for you?â he knelt down in front of her, hands hovering over her sides in case she fell back.
âembah!â your daughter huffed and showed him his blindfold.
he tilted his head in confusion, âdo you want to wear it?â
she frowned, shaking her head. she also realized that her papa is a big idiot so she opted for him to pick her up which he gladly did. then the little missy started pointing to certain directions.
and satoru obeyed, until they finally reached the front door.
âohhh,â he then grinned at the little girl, âyou wanna go out?â
her frown instantly disappeared and she threw her tiny arms around him, squealing and giving him her version of kisses.
he came to you later that day, boasting about how smart his little baby is, and thatâs it probably the work of his genes and yours since the both of you are a âperfect matchâ.
following that, she was also able to get the hang of walkingâmore like waddlingâfairly quickly.
so yeah, she is independent.
and thatâs why her little independent self was trying to walk in the park on her own, refusing to be held by anyone.
you and satoru had no choice but to follow close by but far enough that she wouldnât get sad.
it was a nice opportunity, your husband said, since you two can hold act all lovey dovey while still keeping an eye on the little princess on the run.
you are holding hands, gently swinging them. meanwhile, satoru has a camera in his other hand, recording his daughterâs every step.
âd/n! baby! look at daddy!â
shaking her head, she squeals and speeds up her waddling. that ushers satoru to start walking faster, dragging you with him, ââtoru, wait!â
âthat little devil is not waiting for no one, pretty girl!â
the devil in question looks back only to see her dadâs smirk, and she knows well that it means trouble. her waddling intensifies and she tries widening her steps, but she ends up stumbling and falling to the ground, face first.
âoh no, d/n!â you gasp, quickly rushing to her side and carrying her in your arms, âyou okay, baby?â
your husband is swiftly by your side, cradling both you and your daughter. a snort escapes your husband, however. he has to let his opinion known, âthat was such a lame fall.â
âsatoru!â
âwhat? it wasââ
he is cut off by your daughterâs laughter as she claps her hands. she swings her legs and tries to wiggle out of your grasp to once again return to the wildâalso read the park.
she successfully does so, and before going running towards the flowers, she gives you and satoru a kiss on the cheek. satoru takes advantage of your attention being diverted to press a sweet kiss on your other cheek, âour cutie is growing, see?â
âbut I donât want her to grow yet,â you murmur while your hands wrap around his waist. your eyes never leave your daughter who is following a little butterfly.
satoru blinks thoughtfully, before pouting himself, âme neither.â
your thoughts are stopped short by the excited scream of your daughter, âbata!â
âma, pa, bata!â she runs towards you two, pointing at the blue butterfly resting on the flower.
you grin at her, âyes, d/n, a very pretty butterfly!â
the girl excitedly runs after said butterfly while you feel your husband nudge your shoulder lightly, âyou knowâŠâ
you side-eye him, knowing that whatâs coming next is one of his âgeniusâ ideas. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, âwe could always make another one.â
you pinch him gently, and he dramatically yelps as always. your daughter is quickly back from her little expedition with quite the surprise as well.
she raises a flower, that she plucked, to you, and she smiles, âmama! pretty!â
âaww, d/n,â you kneel down, and she takes the freedom to situate the flower in your hair. you lovingly pull her into your embrace and start peppering her cute little face with smooches.
she is busy squealing and laughing while satoru pouts at the two of you. he gives his best puppy eyes to your daughter, âdoesnât daddy get a flower?â
d/n quickly shakes her head, so satoru switches to you, âbabe, can I at least some kisses?â
a giggle escapes your lips, âitâs d/n time, âtoru.â
and satoru gojo is, yet again, left to wallow in his pain of being rejected by his two pretty girls.
but fear not as you can always count on mr. squirrel to keep satoru companyâif attacking your husband counts as keeping him company anyway.
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A Horny Hostage
Lalisa Manoban (Lisa) x Male Reader
Kinkvember Chapter 1
Main kinks: kidnapping, golden shower, interracial (BWC), car sex
Word count: 3239.
New York City, United States, October 15th, 2024
What a day it has been for Lisa. Never in her wildest dreams when she started her idol career, she thought she would become a Victoria's Secret angel. She was as happy as ever.
"Come here, let's take some pictures," a photographer oriented her, bringing Lisa close to a van with its right side door open, where you took some pics of her, with her liking the best the one where she flaunts her cute ass.
"Good, let's take some more pics," you say to her after she looks at the ones captured in your camera and approves them. However, all that was just a trap to lure the (not so) innocent Thai girl into your plan.
A pair of masked dudes emerges from the side and shoves Lisa inside the van; you follow them, getting yourself on the backseat of the van while your two partners drive it away from the show. The newly crowned Victoria's Secret Angel is now just a hostage.
Lisa panics a bit; she screams for help at first, but no help is about to come. "So, let's blackmail her billionaire boyfriend into dropping some good money for the new woman we got with us," you say to your partners in crime. Despite the crowded traffic of New York City, your van quickly passes through Brooklyn, then Queens, and soon reaches the wilderness of Long Island.
Lisa is tied up, but you slowly calm her down. "We are going to free you in exchange for some favors," you tell her. "What kind of favors?" she asks. "You'll find out soon," it's all you can say for now.
You untie Lisa and start touching her body parts. Her long legs, her dark hair, and then hovers your hands around her pussy. "Careful, boy, you're looking for something that you can't handle," Lisa says to you. But you quickly shut her down. "I'm pretty sure I can handle you fairly easily; if your ugly ass boyfriend can do that and all he's got is money, I can do it too," you tell her.
"So you think you can handle this?" Lisa says, flaunting her ass for you. That arrogant brat is starting to get on your nerves. You then play with the dark wings from her outfit, which were stored inside the fan as well. "Fallen angel, I want to see you turning into a wild devil," you tell her. "If you say so, then I'll show you something," Lisa says.
"Then show me what kind of badass you are," you tell her, reaching with your hands to touch her pussy. "You have a nice pussy out there, you tell her, taking off the bottom parties of her outfit and leaving just her panties on. "Those bare legs are so sexy," you say, running your hands over them. "Take it off; I want to see you with just a bra and panties, the way I bet your boyfriend does every day," you tell Lisa, who obliges and takes the piece of fabric covering her bra.
"You really like to flaunt how much of a hottie you are since leaving idol life," you say to Lisa. "Well, if you let me, I'll do it even more," Lisa says, reaching towards your crotch and noticing your cock is already throbbing for her and ready to burst off those pants. But you slow her down, grabbing her neck and kissing her. "You're a bad bitch, aren't you?" you ask her.
"You're hot as fuck; now come suck my cock," you tell Lisa, unzipping your pants and showing off that big white cock to her. "Bet it's much bigger than your boyfriend's," you tell her. Lisa strokes it, then bends over to get a taste of your cock, allowing you to see her great ass from above as her sexy mouth gets it wet.
"Hmmmm, it tastes so good," Lisa says. "Fuck yeah, it does," you reply, letting her take the initiative and blow that pipe off while you caress her ass. You push your balls closer to her mouth, challenging her as she deepthroats you. But you quickly put a halt to her fun, pulling her top down and sucking her little tits.
"Hmmm, you like my cute little boobies," Lalisa says to you. "Yes, they are cute, but your mouth full of my cock is hotter," you say, dunking her head against your massive shaft and making her take it. "Fuck, that booty is so hot; I didn't know Asian girls could be so thicc at the bottom," you compliment her ass. "Well, it's definitely good; I bet you want to put that big fat cock in it later," she says.
"Give those fucking balls some love too," you tell Lisa, letting her lick it. But what she likes the most about sucking cock is the ability to deepthroat it, so Lisa just gets back up and takes your whole shaft in her mouth shortly after.
"Ohhhh shit, you suck my cock so good," you say to Lisa. "It's because it's so big and perfect for my little mouth," she answers as you just let her take it and give her butt a little spanking. "Now I want you to lick it like ice cream," you say to Lisa.
Lisa obliges and licks that shaft like the good whore she is. "Perfect, keep licking it and look at me when you do it," you tell her as she giggles. "Come on, show me you're a bad bitch; it's just you and me in the back seat of this car," you continue.
You pull Lisa's panties down, giving her sexy ass a few spankings. "Get them all the way down; I'll keep them as a souvernir," you say to her. "Now get on the floor and spread those legs," you give her another command.
You reach your hands and start toying with Lisa's fuckholes. Her pussy gets some fingering while your thumb goes straight into her butthole. You enjoy watching her moans just get muffled by your massive cock stretching her mouth.
"Perfect cocksucker, let me reward you for that," you say to her. "OUCH FUCK YES," Lisa screams as you start repeatedly hitting her ass hard. "Good girl," you say after, patting her head too and pushing it deeper down your shaft.
"You want that dick in your Thai pussy?" you ask Lisa. "Of course I do," she answers. "Then let's go for a ride," you say. "Bro, she is indeed the bad bitch you claimed; I'm jealous," the guy driving the van says, sliding the window down to check it a bit.
"Let's go, baby," Lisa says as she gets your cock wet with a few more suckings. You take her top off and then finally manage to grab her panties as a souvenir like you wanted, pulling it down once again and this time for good. Lisa is now butt naked as she prepares to sit her cunt on your cock.
"OHHHHH FUCKKKK," Lisa gets surprised by the size of your big white manhood in her pussy. Even her boyfriend's can't match. As a big white cock whore, she's truly having the time of her life. You make sure to use your hands to reach and push your shaft as deep as you can in her cunt. "OH MY GODDDD, UHHHHH," she moans as your tip is already reaching her cervix, the 10 inches of your massive pale pole stratching her out and bulging under Lalisa's long torso.
Lisa tries to bounce on your big cock, but her fun is short-lived. As soon as you get fully inside her, you start pumping it upwards. "UHHHH, UHHHHH," she says, getting caught off guard by your thrusts. "OH FUCK ME," she moans as you grab her butt and take full control of her body, your hips clapping fast against her cheeks as you destroy her cunt.
"UHHHHHH, UHHHHH, UHHHHH," Lisa keeps moaning as your cock attacks her pussy relentlessly, her body swinging as the car makes a sharp turn. "OHHHHHH MY GODDDD, JUST LIKE THAT, YEAHHHH," she screams with no fear of getting heard by anyone besides your crew. She clings to any support she can find in the van, as you only increase the pace of your pumps.
You thurst so hard against Lisa's Thai pussy that her pink anus is already winking. "DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, USE ME," Lisa begs. And indeed, you won't stop, moving Lisa's body to the side and keep pumping her pussy hard, treating her like the fucktoy her boyfriend had too much respect for to use her like that, unlike you, who has none for this whore.
"FUCKKKKKK," Lisa keeps screaming, her voice cracking at all points. She probably used it more already by moaning like a bitch than in any of her performances as a soloist. "Oh, it's so good; oh, it's so fucking good; keeps using that pussy; oh my GODDDDDDD," she moans. "Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh," she moans as even her little tits are managing to bounce, given the intensity of your thrusts against her.
"OH YEAH, OH YEAH, SPANK MY ASS," Lisa says as you add extra hit to her already intense punishment, slapping her butt nonstop without losing any speed as you continue to fuck her pussy like a madman. "Come closer," you tell Lisa, who is so numb already she doesn't even notice the roof of the van, hitting her head against it.
"That's so good, so good, so good," Lisa repeats as you push her skinny body close to yours. Lisa stares at the window, the cary flying fast towards the roads of Long Island while your cock does your work in her cunt. Her spatial awareness is completely gone as her head keeps hitting the roof, and your cock hitting her cervix at all moments doesn't help.
"OHHHHHH GODDDDDDD," Lisa screams as she clings onto you, barely avoiding a hit against the glass as you keep attacking her pussy. A police helicopter flies close to your car, making you wonder if they are coming to rescue her. But you just don't care; her pussy is too good and worth getting arrested for.
You finally come to a stop, giving a little tap on Lisa's ass. "Good girl," you praise her abilities to take your white cock in such a confined space. But that's no surprise, given her flexibility acquired from years of dancing. You give her pussy a few extra pumps. "Oh my God, you fuck me so good, ah, ah, ah ah, ah," Lisa moans as your balls hit all the way up to her winking butthole.
Lisa climbs out of your cock, moving cautiously to avoid hitting the roof. She twists sideways and tells you to put your cock back in her pussy, starting a reverse cowgirl ride where the guys driving the fan will have a privileged and distracting view of her hot body bouncing on your cock.
Well, so she thought. You aren't keen on changing your ways, pumping your cock once again hard against her pussy. "OH MY GOD, PLEASE," Lisa begs, trying not to fall down as your cock pumps deep inside her. She opens her legs and moves them around, trying to get better support, but you just don't stop, grabbing her thigh and continuing to thrust like a madman. "OH MY GOD, IT'S SO GOOD," Lisa moans as your balls hit right at her clit.
You fuck Lisa so fast her head now uncontrollably hits the roof of the car. You lean her body against yours, pumping her pussy at a pearly gates position, her Thai pussy just getting used by your big white cock. "FUCKKKKK, AHHHHHH, YOUR COCK IS SO GOOD," Lisa screams, getting out of breath as you just can't stop leveling her cunt. "OH YES, OH YES, OH YES," Lisa says as your cock hits her cervix constantly, you push her up, and her head hammers the roof once again.
You pull out of Lisa and pick up one of the folded seats of the van, pushing it back up. Lisa sits on it and spreads her long legs. You dive to eat the pussy you just obliterated for long minutes, licking her wet and used-up folds. "Looks like my big cock wrecked it good," you say to her.
"And I want it to wreck it again, uhhhh, ahhhhh," she tells you, interrupting herself with moans as your licking is too good for her to resist. You don't need much to put her on the verge of orgasm, as her pussy is already throbbing after so much pounding, and soon Lisa's long legs start shaking.
"Ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ohhh yeah, eat my pussy good" she moans as you tongue her folds. You kiss Lisa's pussy and move into thumbing her anus. "Hmmm, it's so tight, I wonder if my cock can fit in it," you say. "I guess you should try it, baby," she replies.
But first, you have to get your cock a bit slicker to slide on Lisa's sexy ass, giving a few pumps to her pussy instead as her wet folds lube up your shaft. You grab Lisa's leg and fuck her sideways, pinning her against the seat of the van. "Oh my God, oh my God, ahhhhh," Lisa moans.
You finally switch to fuck Lisa's ass, but your cock is so massive you struggle to get in at first. Lisa gasps with just your tip inside. "It's too fucking big for my tiny little ass," she moans. "Well, let's see," you reply.
You thrust your cock against Lisa's ass, her now coping with her butthole getting stretched out by fingering herself. "FUCK THAT ASS, YEAH," she moans. "God damn it, why do you have to be so big?" she asks as your cock digs deeper and deeper.
"Keep going; I need you all the way deep in my fucking ass, uh huh, uh huh," Lisa says as your cock slowly disappears inside it. You twist your fingers inside Lisa's pussy while your cock stays buried inside her asshole, making her scream even further. From time to time, you switch to her pussy to get some extra lube from her juices onto your cock.
Lisa's legs are so long the fingers in her right foot are now what's hitting the roof of the car while you keep fucking her ass. She opens her legs further, hitting the glass that separates the backseat of the van from the cabin. "DON'T STOP FUCKING MY ASS, PLEASE," she begs.
And who said you ever planned to stop? You push the pace and the depth of your cock inside her butt, rubbing your hands against Lisa's little tits as well while she moans like a good slut. You started choking her. "I love that baby, getting shocked while you fuck me in the ass; keep going," she says.
"Come here, let's try a different position, get on your knees, slut," you say to Lisa, who follows your orders, getting herself on all fours and clinging to the backseat of the van as you stay fucking her ass this time from behind. "AHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHH, OH YEAH, FUCK FUCK FUCK," she moans hard as your cock stretches her tight butthole out while your big hands reach to keep choking her.
"What the FUCK FUCK FUCK," Lisa says as you suddenly change the pace, grabbing her waist and giving her ass fast and hard poundings. "Fuck, I love stretching your tiny little ass, Lisa; your cute, sexy butt looks so good with my cock deep inside it," you say to her.
You stay grabbing Lisa's waist, not letting her get out of your grasp at any second as you fuck her ass. "YEAH FUCK THAT ASS, YEAH, OH MY GOD," she moans. You grab her arms from behind and thrust hard up her butt, using the motion of the van in your favor. "OH MY GOD, YOU'RE SO GOOD IN MY ASS," she says.
"Spread those legs wide," you command to Lisa, enjoying the way your cock just disappears inside her tight butthole. You then slide Lisa's body on the car's floor. "Wow," she says, as you get ready to get on top of her and pound her tasty ass even harder.
"Get that ass all the way up," you tell Lisa, who obliges, gaping her tight butthole as you slide inside it at a prone bone position. Lisa spreads her ass, trying to ease off the pressure of her tight hole, but it's to no avail; you just pound her relentlessly. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OHHHHH, IT'S SO GOOOD," Lisa moans as you stretch her tight asshole hard, hitting her in the face and mounting on top of her like a raging bull, your hips clapping hard against her cheeks.
"OHHH, DON'T STOP BABY," Lisa begs as you impose on her a hard anal destruction; her body shakes with the insensity of your fucking. Your big white cock sends her to the heavens in a way her boyfriend's never could. She moans like a good whore, pleading to God.Â
"Are you ready for that cum?" you ask her. "OH YEAH, BABY, I'M MORE THAN READY, OHHHHHHH," Lisa answers as you grab her waist and push your cock deeper and deeper in her ass. "Shit, Lalisa, your butthole is too tight; you're going to make me cum at any second," you say to her, clapping her cheeks hard.
"FUCK YEAH, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE ME THAT CUM," Lisa begs. "Then come here, get that ass up," you tell her, pulling out of Lisa and jerking your cock off until your seeds coat her sexy butt. You pick your phone up and take a picture of Lisa's cum-covered ass, giving it a little taps aftwards. " "Send it to Fred," you tell her.
Lisa messages her boyfriend as you stay starting at her butt and appreciating your white sperm all over it. You enjoy looking at her body, but one of the guys on the cabin suddenly interrupts you.
"Bro, we need to pee," he tells you.
"Alright, let's find someplace," you say to him.
"We are too far from the city; we'll need to pee at those woods," he replies.
"Wait, I think I have a better plan; stop the van," you answer him.
You slide the van's door open and bring a completely naked Lisa to the outside. It's freezing cold out there, but your cock is still throbbing. "Guys, I think I found the perfect place for us to pee," you tell them.
The three big white cocks start bursting hot piss all over Lisa's sexy body. To their surprise, she fully embraces it, opening her mouth when the pee gets close to it and loving the way you guys turn her into a walking urinal and cover her entire body full of that dirty liquid.
"Wow, that's so hot," Lisa says after you three finish pissing on her.
"Glad you liked," you say to her.
"Bro, looks like Fred paid the rescue money; should we just leave her there and tell him the location?" one dude asks.
You look at an abandoned cabin hidden in the woods and sense Lisa is still horny and wants more.
"I think we can wait until dawn; let's fuck that bitch airtight at the cabin first," you say.
"Done deal."
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been down bad for country life w eren n ony :c
The sounds of wet leaves crunching under plastic boots, the sky sad with weighted grey clouds, spitting out bolts of lighting startled you awake. Another sleepless night overcome by the noise of rowdy, drunk pedestrians and loud cars honking incessantly. You sigh, pushing yourself off your warm mattress to shuffle to the kitchen, pouring yourself a cold glass of water. âI hate it hereâ you mumble to yourself, rubbing your eyes and staring out your apartment window at the group of grown men shouting and stumbling about in the rain.Â
Your mom came out after you, sitting at the kitchen island and making herself a cup of tea. âYou're really movingâ she whispered softly, letting the statement hang in the air as she sipped her chamomile tea.
âYeahâŠâ you sighed, rubbing your eyes again as you mumbled â you know I hate the noise mom.â
She nodded, her shoulders slumping in acceptance. She didn't like the idea of you leaving the city, not when youâd just moved back home from college. The thought of her baby miles south, living in some small town without her made her chest tight. You rounded the island to hug her. Wrapping your arms around her shoulders and pulling her in.
âMom, stop worrying, you know i'll be fineâ you state, squeezing her arms and she relaxes, pulling you closer to leave a kiss on your forehead.
âI know baby, I'm just gonna miss you so much.â she says, hugging you tightly.
You giggled and she smiled warmly, leaning back to pinch your cheek.
âI'm still coming to help you move in thoughâ she said, letting you go and getting up to go back to bed.Â
you never liked the city much. You hated the boisterous streets, godforsaken honks of busy cars, and the speediness of daily life. You craved slow mornings, warm breezes and home cooked meals. Your entire childhood you'd spend every summer in your aunt's cottage. Nestled in the corner of a quaint town. You loved how cozy it felt, how welcoming the people were and the work of gardening. You made up your mind to move back to the countryside with your aunt. Missing the wide grassy fields and clean air. The way the stars dotted the sky like jewels hanging from your golden necklaceâso dreamy. It's always been your dream to own a little cottage with wild elderberries growing in the backyard and cute farm animals roaming around.Â
Your mom never understood why you wanted that, too used to the convenience that came with city life. She always tried to convince you to stay, bringing up how you dropped out of college in your sophomore year and how hard it'd be to run your own plot of land; but you were determined to chase your dream.Â
Your aunt, cheerful as always, was happy to have you, always having a hunch youâd come with how you insisted on staying past summer break, begging your mom every year to let you move in with them. It came as no surprise to her that you packed your bags and moved to the same small town youâd spent all your summers in.
Along with her husband, sheâd prepared a nice cottage for you. Her husband fixed up the old thing to suit your dolly taste. Heâd gotten a couple people to help make new furniture and build the wrap around porch you've always wanted. The cottage was a deep brown, standing in the middle of an acre of land across your auntâs. It had a windy path leading to the front porch, bushes of pink camellias and white hydrangeas lining the wooden porch. The lovely thing was decorated with a nice porch swing with blush pink cushioning, a table beside it and other seating for guests. It had white daffodils painted on the door framing and a white, lily pillows perched on all the outdoor seatings. The inside of the cottage was cozy and pink. The living room carrying a plush tan couch, plants hanging about and a briar colored fireplace. Hello kitty motifs dotted the entire space and you squealed, walking around with starry eyes as you drank in your new home. Â
The backyard was large and bare, waiting for a cute gardener such as yourself to plant all the yummy berries and vegetables. There was a small barn placed out back, white with red trimming. A baby goat whined as a baby cow nuzzled its face in its back and you giggled turning to your aunt and uncle to pull them into a bone crushing hug.Â
âI love it so much!!!â you exclaimed and they laughed, your uncle patting your head lovingly.Â
âGlad you liked it, angel.â
âDonât forget, I'm sending over a couple people to help set up the fence out back okay? Don't want your goat getting out. Trust me, they like to run.â your aunt mused.Â
Your mom walked out back shortly after you, impressed she turned to your uncle. âYou guys did all this?â she said, peering around the lot.
âSee mom, i told you you didn't have to worryâ you teased. Â
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Your mom stayed for about a weekend, helping you unpack and set up before heading back home.You settled in well, playing with your goat in the back and marking territory to start planting sweet potatoes, pumpkins and other summer crops. Your aunt stopped by a couple times, dropping off milk from her cow and some eggs she freshly harvested.Â
âRemember baby, I'm sending over a couple people to make that fence for you okay?â she reminded you, pacing the area of the barn as she spoke.Â
âI remember !â you replied, bouncing off your heels with excitement.
The next day came, the sun barely peeking over the horizon when you heard 3 heavy knocks on your front door. Scurrying down the stairs you opened the door to see two huge men standing before you.Â
âSâcuse me maâam, we were sent over by Mrs. Mona about a fence?â The first one speaks.Â
You crane your head up, blinking at the handsome man speaking to you. He was pushing 6â4, medium length auburn hair tied back with a couple wisps of hair framing his handsome face. He was sooo dreamy, ocean-green eyes staring down at you with pink lips pulled back in a charming smile. He had a sun-kissed tan that gave way to dulled freckles constellating his cheeks. He wore light washed denim jeans stained from what looked like farm work and a white t-shirt that hugged his sculpted muscles. You looked over at the man standing beside him, also taken aback by how fine he was. His eyes, dark and low, stared intensely at you as he bowed his dark green cowboy hat at you. He was just as tall as the other, smooth dark skin glistening under the morning sunrays. His thick lips curved into a lazy smile as he undressed you with his eyes. He had a stained, white wife beater on, dark washed jeans held up by a leather belt with a golden ram clasp.Â
âO-ohâ you responded, surprised by how smooth and deep his country voice was. It washed over you like a cool wave, making you shiver. Your aunt didn't say the people coming were going to be so sexy!!! You nodded, feeling small under their gaze. You now regretted what you wore to bed. Feeling their eyes rake over your figure showcased under the semi-sheer babydoll nightgown you wore to sleep matching the pink bonnet you had on. âYes, uhm my..my aunt told me yall were comingâŠi didn't know it would be so earlyâ you explained shyly. âPlease, come in!â you stepped back allowing both men to walk in as you scurried towards the back door, waving a hand for them to follow you.Â
 pointing out at the space surrounding the barn, you turned to them with a worried expression. âauntie told me that goats like to runâŠso, i hope you can make a fence around there.â they both nodded, looking at the space you showed.Â
âBefore that,â the other one finally spoke, his voice low and calm. âwe didnât get to introduce ourselvesâ he states and your eyes grew wide when it dawned on you that you just let two strangers into your home.
âoh my god! I'm so sorry I forgot to ask your names, uhm what was it again?â you rambled, embarrassed by your carelessness.Â
âiâm erenâ the brown haired man interjected, smiling.Â
âand i'm onyankopon, but you can call me onyâ
âeren⊠and ony, rightâ you repeated, pointing at each as you said their names.Â
âpretty girl didnât even think to ask our namesâ eren spoke, letting out a couple tsks as he shook his head and crossed his arms.Â
âright, just letting anyone in, what if we were dangerous? hm?â ony continued, a sly smile inching across his face.Â
âo-oh, iâm sorryâŠwasn't thinkingâ you whined in embarrassment, looking down at your hands and they broke into a laugh at how tense you were.Â
âRelax angel, we were just joking,â eren said, patting your head.Â
You sighed in relief when he spoke even though your stomach was twisting in embarrassment by their choice of nicknames for you. Their presence was oddly comforting, however. The way eren's baritone voice reassured you while ony placed his large hand on your back to rub soothing circles made your chest tingle with an unfamiliar feeling.
They worked until late in the afternoon, measuring the plot around your barn while talking to each other about wood and other construction terms you knew nothing about. You decided to change, donning a white midi summer dress dotted with floral patterns before busying yourself around the house; unboxing the rest of your room while you allowed them to work outside.Â
Around lunch time you peered out your bedroom window to see the two already cutting wood. You stood there, watching as ony pulled off his shirt and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. God he was so fine, all sweaty and parched from the scorching sun sizzling him. You gulped, feeling your tummy heat up with arousal at the way his muscles flexed as he hammered the wood in place. eren was just as enticing, brown hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead. He was looking up, eyes meeting yours and smirking. You jumped back, crouching down and cursing yourself for getting caught gawking. Instead of staying in your room, you decided to be a good host and make them some food as a thank you for their hard work. You made them a platter of sandwiches, some freshly squeezed lemonade and added a couple pastries you baked last night.Â
eren walked up to meet you at the back door, taking the platter from your hand and setting it down on the porch table. âThank you, prettyâ he spoke, his voice hoarse from the dry air.
God all the nicknames were really getting to your head. You were a stammering mess, mumbling out ây-your welcomeâ and looking over his shoulder to ony. He walked over, chest covered in sticky sweat and you licked your lips, trying not to get caught staring again. It seemed eren was the more talkative one of the duo. Asking you questions about the yourself while you poured him and ony a drink. You explained your situation, your dream of becoming a farmer and your recent move.
 âSo that's why Mrs. Mona had us working on this house.â ony finally spoke and you choked on your drink.Â
âY-you guys worked on this?â
âYeah, worked all summer building all this furniture. Even the barn your little animals are laying in.â eren replied and ony nodded, taking another huge bite of his sandwich.
âYou guys did such a good job, it's so pretty!!â you exclaimed, rambling on about the intricate wood details of your bedframe and the nice fireplace. They looked at each other, sharing a knowing look before turning to you.Â
âCuteâ ony mumbles out, continuing to eat. eren nodded along âvery cuteâ
You flushed, brown cheeks heating up. God why were you feeling this way, getting all shy and soft from some silly comments.Â
âHow âbout you stop by my place this weekend for a barbecue were hostingâ eren offered âas a thank youâ
Your face lit up, already daydreaming of juicy ribs and grilled chicken.âI'd love to! I loooovee barbecues!!â you squealed.Â
They thought you were just so cute, bouncing off the walls with excitement over some food.
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The rest of the week they stopped by to work on the fence, staying for a couple hours each day to spend some time with you. You learned that they both grew up in the town, living next door from each other. They've been bestfriends since they were born, their parents also being best friends. You gushed at how cute that was, talking about your friends from the city and how much you missed them.Â
You couldn't deny there was some chemistry between the three of you. Combining the way eren looked at you and how handsy ony was, it was hard to draw a line between what was friendly gestures and suggestive talk. They alternated between calling you âprincessâ,â angelâ, and âprettyââ all names that made you shy and soft. And they loved it, absolutely drank up your adorable nature. The way your doe eyes looked up at them when they talked to you about construction knowing your head was full of cotton. eren pulling you into his lap and explaining to you the complexities of wood carving while ony fed you some wild strawberries he'd picked. Whenever they came over it felt like your brain jumped out of your head, leaving you dumb and willing to let them do anything to you. ony noticed how glossed over your eyes became when you looked at him, the subtle clench of your thighs when eren wrapped an arm around your shoulders. They werent dumb, they knew they were attractive and knew you found them attractive, even if you were too scared to admit it yourself.
Inwardly you had a dilemma, unable to choose between which one you wanted more. eren was forward and had a boyish charm to him while ony was more laid back and quiet. Both left your thighs shaking every night after you'd spend hours playing with your little cunny, pretending it was one of their dicks instead of your fingers.Â
It was embarrassing having to look them in the eye knowing just hours earlier you had your finger rubbing circles on your clit, moaning out both of their names.
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The day of the barbecue came and you rushed to find the perfect outfit, stressed under the pressure of wanting to look pretty for them. You settled on a tan yellow maxi dress. One that clung to your figure and accentuated your curves nicely. It was a perfect contrast to your skin tone, making your brown skin pop. You paired the dress with white sandals and pulled your curly, box braids up into a barbie ponytail. After glossing your lips and fluffing your lashes, you packed your purse and headed off to erenâs house. He texted you some instructions on how to walk from your home to his, but you found yourself getting lost; so he opted to facetime you and direct you instead.Â
Once you got there, you noticed it was pretty packed, a decent amount of people spilling out of his large country style home. He walked through the crowd to find you, pulling you into a warm hug. âThere's my girlâ
âSo many people here ârenâ you pouted looking around and the people surrounding his backyard pool.
ââits like this every yearâ he chuckled, taking your hand and leading you to a seated area under a large oak tree where ony was perched on a lounge chair, a red solo cup in hand.Â
âony!!â you squealed, letting go of erenâs hand to plop on his lap and hug him.
âhi princessâ he squeezed you close, leaving a peck on your forehead. âhappy you could make itâ he gave you that handsome smile, white teeth on display as he leaned his head back to take a look at you.Â
They both looked sooo good today, eren in his loose green swimming trunks with his washboard abs on display and ony in some basketball shorts and black t-shirt.Â
They chatted you up for a while, ony handing you some juice and a plate piled with grilled meat and mac and cheese. you scarfed it down, eyes closed because each bite was just sooo good. they watched, amused by the theatrics you put on while eating. you didnât even notice they stopped eating just to watch you suck the sauce off your fingers, their mind flooding with filthy thoughts of what that mouth could do.Â
The barbecue was really fun. You were able to meet some new people in town and exchange numbers with a couple girls you could hang out with. You spent most of your time under the tree though, talking to whoever walked by. Time flew so fast you didn't even realize it had already become dark until you saw groups of people leaving. At some point eren and ony had left you side, going to mingle with people which you didn't mind. That was until you saw them talking to two girls near the back door. They were pretty, real classic country beauties; one with blond hair and the other a brunet. They were laughing about something and that pissed you off. What was so funny? And why didn't they invite you to come talk.Your chest was tingling with jealousy, what were those two bitches doing chatting up your men. It was embarrassing to admit it but you were jealous. Your mind, a very fragile thing, was filling with paranoid thoughts. Did they like those girls? What about you? Were they just playing with you because you were the new girl? You really like both of them and whatever y'all had going on, you didn't want it to be some meaningless fling. Already you were crying, bottom lip wobbling and fat tears rolling down your face.Â
eren, looking up from the girl he was talking to, catching you out of the corner of his eye. His chest panging with pain at the sight of your crying. He quickly ended the conversation to go to your side, ony following after. He kneeled beside you, hand moving to cup your cheek.
âAngel, what's wrong?â he cooed, eyebrows knit with worry. ony standing on your other side, his reassuring hand rubbing circles on your back. You raised your head to look at eren, eyes watery and face fallen.Â
âA-are they you guyâs girlfriends?â you asked meekly and they looked at each other, confused.Â
âGirlfriends?â ony asked, perplexed. âBaby, we don't have any girlfriends.â
âO-oh, well i just saw you with those girls and i thoughtâŠâ your voice trailed off, looking down at your feet. eren signed, thumb wiping away your tears. âMama, theyâre just our friends⊠you're the only one we want.âÂ
âYou mean that?â you asked
âOf course we mean thatâ ony answered softly, reaching down to pick you up. He held you princess style in his strong arms, pushing past the last few people outside to take you in, eren trailing behind. He took you up the stairs and into the master bedroom, placing you on erenâs black, silk sheets.Â
âHow âbout we prove it to you, hm?â ony said, his voice low and sultry.
You gulped, arousal pooling in your stomach. His eyes were dark, swimming with lust, face inches from yours. You shyly nodded, biting your bottom lip.Â
âUse your words, princessâ eren spoke, santuring towards you.
âY-yes⊠pleaseâ you whispered.
âGood girl~â ony growled. âNow lean back.â
You did as you were told, leaning back while eren climbed on the bed. He seated himself behind you, his head on the headboard and his arms pulling you between his thighs. onys hands went to your thighs, pulling them apart and pushing up your dress. You lifted your hips, making it easier for him to bunch the fabric around your waist. âRaise your armsâ eren whispered in your ear and you obeyed, allowing him to pull off your dress while ony tugged your panties off. You whimpered in embarrassment, watching as ony slid a thick finger between the chubby lips of your slick pussy. âSuch a pretty pussy mama, you've been hiding this from us?â He mumbled, lips lowering to leave a kiss on your throbbing clit. He used his fingers to spread your lips, moaning at how your hole clenched around nothing. âFuck, sooo pretty.â he groaned. His tongue darted out to lick a long, flat, stripe up your pussy, leaving you mewling in eren's lap. eren's hand cupped the mounds of your breasts, his warm breath tickling your ear as he spoke. âYou like the feeling of his tongue, baby? Like the way ony sucks on your clit?â you moaned, nodding your head and gasping. eren fingers tweak your nipples, his lips pressed to your neck and trailing hot kisses up it. You feel his bulge pushing into your back; his hips slowly grinding against you. ony didn't let up, his tongue alternating between flicking your clit and sliding in your sweet hole. He thrusted his tongue slowly, leaving you arching your back and moaning loudly. Your thighs caged his head in, squeezing tight when you felt his hot lips wrap around your bud and suck. âD-daddy please!â you whined, warm pleasure coursing through your body. You felt your stomach knot up, hips jerking upwards and grinding into his mouth. His hand slapped your thigh, fingers gripping your soft flesh hard and pulling them apart, He lifted his head to look at you with faux disappointment. âGreedy thing, can't even let daddy enjoy his meal.â â âm sorry daddyâ you cried out, eyes rolling back at the feeling of his mouth swallowing your pussy whole. ony made out with your cunny, two fingers delving into your hole to stretch you out. You screamed, feeling the knot in your stomach about to snap. âGonna cum! gonna cum!â you whimpered, your whole body humming with pleasure. ony sucked on your clit harder, thrusting his fingers faster, coaxing your high out of you. âThat's it baby, cum on daddyâ eren muttered, his hand cupping your face and turning it to the side so he could kiss you. He slid his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your moans as your body tensed. You felt a wave of please crash into you, your body thrashing and writhing. ony drank down your release, his fingers moving to rub tight circles on your clit while his lips cupped your hole, sucking out your yummy cream and licking up the rest. âMmmm taste so sweet, mama.â he groaned, licking his lips. âCanât take it, need to feel that tight pussy.âÂ
ony flipped you over, cursing at the visual of your ass bouncing. He reached down to position you on your knees, hand pushing your back into a deep arch. eren spread his thighs, working his pants off and letting his length slap his lower chest. Your mouth watered, eyes locked on the flushed red tip of his dick. It was so pretty, standing at 7 inches long, with crazy girth. You gasped feeling the bulbous tip of onyâs dick poking your hole. He pushed in slowly, âfuuuuucckkkâ he moaned lowly, âpretty pussyâs sucking me in so good, angel.â He pushed more in, slowly feeding you inches of his deliciously thick girth. You reached an arm back to put your hand on his stomach. âtoo muchhhâ you whined and he grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it and using it as leverage to push the rest of his dick all the way in. You screamed, falling forward into erenâs lap, his dick slapping your cheek. eren grinned down at you, cupping a hand under your chin to raise your head. âaweee, is it too much? canât take it?â he mocked you, grabbing his dick with his other had to tap your plump lips with. âopen up, baby.â his dick pushed past your lips, making you gag as eren pushed your head down on his length. ony chuckled at your gagging noises, grinding his dick in your pussy. He gave you a couple shallow thrusts, hands gripping your waist to slowly pull you back on his cock. âsheâs so fucking tight ârenâ ony moaned out and eren nodded. âYeah, perfect throats sucking my dick so well.â you were a sobbing mess, tears wetting your cheeks as you bobbed your head on erenâs dick. erens hand never left your head, the large thing wrapped around your ponytail while he rolled his hips. You whined, moans muffled by spit and precum. ony wasnât any better, now snapping his hips faster, hands moving to grip your ass cheeks and spread them. He looked down at where you two met, watching the way your pussy sucked in his fat dick. He let out a deep guttered moan, eyes locked on the creamy ring covering his dick every time he thrusted in. He felt your walls tightening around him, legs shaking while he thrusted harder into you. âyou like when i fuck this greedy pussy? hmm? sucking me in like youâve never had dick beforeâ he spat. you moaned around erens dick, sending shivers up his spine. He began thrusting faster into your mouth, closing his eyes as his mouth hung open. âshit princess, keep sucking baby, just like that.â tears pooled onto the sheets as your throat closed around his dick, stars dotting your vision at the lack of air. your whole body was on fire, pleasure spiking your body from all angles. You felt onys thrusts stutter the more your walls clamped and fluttered around him. you were so close to cumming, small hands balled in fists on the sheets as your stomach tightened. âsheâs bout to cum ârenâ ony announced. âme tooâ eren moaned out. âcum baby, let me feel that juicy pussy squirt.â with his words you felt yourself unravel, body trembling with pleasure while erens hip snapped faster into your mouth, his dick shooting ropes of cum deep into your throat. you felt warm liquid trailing down your thighs, it spraying all over the sheets and coated onys thighs. ony groaned, snapping his hips faster as he chased his own high. you swallowed erens cum, sucking in air and coughing as soon as he released your head and pulled his dick out your mouth. ony leaned down to hook his arms under your arms, his chest flat on your back while he rutted into you wildly. You cried loudly as he thrusted sloppily. He trailed heated kisses down your neck as he came deep in your womb. His deep, low moans singing like music in your ears as he thrusted a couple more times, emptying himself fully in you. âperfect, perfect little pussyâ he said between kisses. after a last thrust he pulled out, chest heaving as he looked up at eren and smirked âyou gotta try it eren, pussy almost killed me.â you whined at the statement, embarrassed.Â
âmy turnâ eren said, pushing ony off of you. He shuffled on the bed, positioning you on your side, your back to his chest. His strong arm went to lift your thigh as his dick, still hard, grinding through your swollen lips. You whined, eyes barely open and head full of nothing. âShhh, mâgonna make you feel so good, princessâ eren cooed. He slid his dick through your lips a couple times before sinking all the way into your hot pussy. You hiccuped a sob, body twitching as he began thrusting slowly. âFuck baby, its soo tightâ eren moaned out, already speeding up his thrusts. Ony laid on the other side of you, sliding down the bed so he could face your cunny as eren thrusted in. He wrapped his lips around your overworked clit, sucking harshly. You threw your head back, resting it on eren as he pistoned into you. You were so overwhelmed by the pleasure, tongue lolling out your mouth as your brain completely melted. Your hand went to grip onys hair, choking out moans and sobs. Your cries only fueled them, making ony suck harder and eren thrust faster. eren's hand snaked under your body to wrap around your neck, squeezing lightly. âPoor things already going dumb over some cockâ he teased. Your body was humming with pleasure, already feeling yourself being sucked into another orgasm. You cried out erenâs name, hand gripping harder on onyâs hair. He released your clit with pop, fingers taking over as he kissed up your stomach. âCumminnngggâ you choked out, tears staining your cheeks as another orgasm ripped through your weak body. Your walls clamped around eren's dick and he cursed lowely. âThat's it baby, let it all outâ ony growled, his fingers still rubbing tight circles on your clit as you squirted for a second time. âSuch a sensitive pussyâ eren said breathlessly, chasing his own high. He squeezed your neck harder, loving the way it made your pussy clamp down harder on his dick. âFuck, im bout to cum babyâ the growled, his thrusts sloppy and off beat as he orgasmed. He moaned out your name, emptying himself in you and grinding his dick deeper. Your body shuddered, your belly warming up with the sensation of his hot cum filling you to the brim. He released your neck, chest heaving as your body slumped in his arms. âSuch a good girlâ ony reassured you, scooting up the bed so he could cup your sleepy face. Your eyes hazy and unfocused stared back at him as he smiled. He dipped his head to to kiss your lips softy. eren slowly pulled out, hissing at the slight overstimulation. His large hands caressed your side as he kissed your neck. âYou did so good for us princess, letting us use that sensitive pussy.â he whispered. âT-tank you papaâ you slurred out, body feeling heavy. âIts okay baby, rest.â ony quietly said, kissing your cheek as you closed your eyes. You felt safe sandwiched between them, relaxed and fucked out.
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