#few minutes after i got out it was around 120 so

[hyenabrainedpup]

Trying to figure out exactly how fast my heart was going in the bath and like... anything above 150 gets me dizzy af and faint so it must've been above that

[fireflyinks]

hi girlyyy I love ur hamzah fics sm u write him so good it’s crazy! I was thinking abt their new vid with the heartbeat thing and I was wondering if u could make a fic about that!!

keep up the workkk💗💗💗💗💗

heartbeat

hamzah x reader smut

18+ MINORS DNI

a/n : YOUR GIRL IS BACKKKKKKKK!!!!!! sorry this video isn't really new anymore but I'VE BEEN SO BUSY. i hope your all like this, it's not great but hey, at least I posted!!!

contains : smut obvi, riding, lowkey getting caught (EMBARRASING!!!), no y/n, kinda dom reader!!! (everyone say "THANK YOU VI", established relationship, heartbeat kink (idk if that's a thing lmao) and probably more idk it's smut read at your own risk

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I sat in bed, contemplating interrupting Hamzah and Martin while filming. They’d been going for hours, and I had grown tired of hearing the two scream on the other side of the thin white walls. I knew Hamzah wouldn’t care if I interrupted, the slushies loved when I made appearances in videos, but part of me knew that my intentions weren’t purely innocent. 

I stood up, walking out of Hamzah and I’s shared bedroom. Just as I walked through the door, I watched as Martin walked out. 

“Bathroom” was all he said. I nodded shortly gliding into their filming room. 

“Hey baby,” I spoke softly. Hamzah looked up from his phone, smiling at the sight of me.

“Hi sweetheart.” 

Walking over to where Hamzah sat, I wrapped my arms around him as I looked at the paused game screen. I looked at the numbers on either side of the screen, remembering that they were doing a heartbeat monitor video. 

As I pressed a kiss on the side of Hamzah’s neck, I watched as the numbers on his side of the screen went up after a few seconds. He blushed a bit, interlocking his fingers with mine. His heartbeat traveled from 73 to 96 quickly. 

“Are you nervous or something?” I teased, watching the monitor. 

Hamzah pressed his lips onto mine, his hands finding their way to my hips as he pulled me onto his lap. As our mouths moved against each other, I glanced at the screen again. 116. 

I began grinding my hips down onto him, feeling as a ten began to grow in his gym shorts. He guided my hips with his hands, a firm grip on either side. Hamzah groaned lowly at the sensation. 

“Guys, can you at least wait until we’re done filming?” Martin spoke, unimpressed. I smiled against Hamzah’s lips, pulling away and glancing at the screen once again. 125. 

“Sorry Martin…” I giggled, walking out of the room briskly. I could feel Hamzah’s eyes still on me as I left. 

After about 30 minutes, I could hear Martin finally leave. I got out of bed, quickly making my way to the filming room. Hamzah smiled as he saw me walk in. 

“Sorry, Martin is the biggest cock blocker of all time.” 

I straddled his lap in the chair, “It’s okay,” I pressed our lips together, letting his tongue explore my mouth. I grinded my hips down on his again, feeling myself get more and more soaked. He was still as hard as he was before, and what were once groans were now whimpers from the neglectance he was experiencing. 

“Fuck, that feels so good…” He praised against my lips.

After a few moments, I looked back at the screen. 120. I wasted no time taking off my shirt and letting Hamzah unclasp my bra in one quick motion. I rubbed my thighs together, he was far too good at that. 

He slipped his gym shorts and boxers off as I stood up and slid my lacy panties off as quickly as I could manage. I held his member up as I sunk myself down onto it. Hamzah all but whimpered as he bottomed me out. 

“Oh my- fucking hell. You suck me in so good, baby.” 

I started moving, bouncing up and down at a rate that shouldn’t be possible. Words try to escape my mouth, but I can’t seem to get anything coherent out. He was big, bigger than anyone I’d ever had before. Though this wasn’t even close to being our first time, his size still surprised me. 

Continuing to move up and down, my legs begin to shake with pleasure. I rest my knees on either side of his thighs, and I feel as Hamzah’s large hands grab onto the back of my legs. 

“It’s okay, you got it. Keep going baby, keep making me feel good with that pretty pussy.” 

His words are enough to push me over the edge, and I can tell he’s close too by the way his eyelids look heavier than usual and his mouth is formed into a “o” shape. 

“I- I’m gonna-” 

Hamzah nods rapidly, “Me too. Come baby, come with me.”

And I do, my fluids soaking his member as he fills me up perfectly. Once we’ve rode out our climax, I sink back down and sit there for a moment. 

I can’t help but look back at the screen, 81. 

[floppnopikka]

〔ㅤㅤㅤKang Dae-ho X Reader ㅤㅤㅤ〕

Kang Dae-ho is seen as a bright person, the other players immediately warmed up to him because of his approachable and happy nature. A proud ex-marine who boasts his bravery to those who dare disrespect him. You, of course, developed an admiration towards the bubbly man, even when his corny jokes make you laugh, finding them funny to be completely honest.

As the game went by and people were shrinking to a number, you couldn't help but notice the way Dae-ho was.. scared. You observed that he was hiding his fear very well but you noticed the way he would flinch at the gunshots, the way he looks at the dead body with fear, and his dazed expression after the pink soldiers carry the dead body or after the gunshots.

Seong Gi-hun and the others decided to stop the game once and for all as they planned to raid the control room and let everyone be free in this hellhole. Gunshots, screams, and thuds can be heard from above as some of us players can only sit and imagine what was happening from above. Suddenly, Dae-ho came back, almost out of breath, trembling with fear, and he seemed to be muttering something about bullets as he tried to pull out the magazines from the dead pink guards on the floor.

Everyone glanced at him, wondering why he was in such a hurry to grab the ammo from the pink guards. Park Yong-sik/player 007 slowly approached him as he also wonders what was happening.

"Dae-ho, what's going on? Why are you here on your own?" Yong-sik asked as he worriedly glanced and slowly approached Dae-ho, who was trembling from head to toe.

"Our magazines ran out, it's in their pockets. I need you to help me, okay? Quickly!" Dae-ho said as he stammered his way of speaking and almost out of breath, it was obvious how scared he is based on his tone.

Once you heard that he needed help gathering the ammo from the pink guards, you immediately started looking for it and so did Yong-sik who was obviously scared of the fact that he didn't know what was happening above and can only do what Dae-ho requested to help the others.

A few minutes have gone by, we gathered every ammo we can find to Dae-ho, you glanced at Yong-sik and his mother as they nodded to each other for support.

"That's it. We searched for everyone." Yong-sik confirmed to Dae-ho as he also contributed what he found as he nodded to us, perhaps a way for him of showing gratitude, picking it up with the jacket full of magazines he immediately wrapped it around and placed it on his chest tightly and securely as he made his way out in the room.

Once Dae-ho got out of the room, you secretly followed him even when Yong-sik's mother tried to stop you from going but abruptly stopped walking as we all heard the gunshots again as you quickly checked for Dae-ho. There he was, paralyzed in fear as he heard the gunshots, flinching and seemingly backing up from fear.

"Dae-ho!" You called out his name but it seems like he was in deep thought to notice my voice.

You slowly approach him and it was clear as the daylight that his breathing was uneven, his body trembling and his face shown in a daze... He's having a panic attack.

"Dae-ho—" you couldn't even finish the sentence as he immediately ran away inside as you followed him, Yong-sik and his mother, even the other players in the room glanced at him as he made his way on one of the bed as he dropped the magazines beside him.

You caught up to Dae-ho only to see him trembling in fear as he positioned himself like a ball, hands on his ears, whimpering and seemingly crying.

You and Jang Geum-ja/player 149 glanced at each other, understanding the situation he is in right now.

You carefully try to approach Dae-ho without scaring him and call out his name softly but no budge at all, his hands covered his ears. Suddenly, Cho Hyun-ju/player 120 came running inside looking around and yelling his name for Dae-ho if he is here.

"Dae-ho! Dae-ho! Dae-ho, where are you? Has anyone seen Dae..." Hyun-ju slowly lowered her voice as she gets the signal when Yong-sik pointed where Dae-ho is hiding.

You moved away for Hyun-ju to see Dae-ho, Hyun-ju called out his name and wondered what was going on, Dae-ho looked up and flinched back to see Hyun-ju.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" Dae-ho apologized knowing he backed down even when his comrades was fighting for their life. Hyun-ju leaned in as she asked where's the magazines but Dae-ho felt like he was useless and kept muttering apologies as he pointed where the magazines are.

The pink guards suddenly came to a view inside the room with their guns on hand as Hyun-ju was getting ready to load her gun to fight off the guards. You turned your gaze to Dae-ho who was still shaking like a leaf and his lips quivering, his hands still covering his ears, it was a pitiful sight honestly. A person who's full of life and shines like the sun, pressured and have to witness such brutality and trauma.

You lean yourself to Dae-ho for him to see you but he flinched back and looked away, perhaps because of guilt? Shame? Who knows perhaps both, perhaps for other reasons.

"Dae-ho.." you pat his shoulder lightly but it seems it didn't work on him so you try it again but nothing. He was still deep inside his memories, a PTSD episode...

You took a deep breath as you looked at Dae-ho with soft and easy eyes, you called out his name much more clear for him to clear as his trembling form and widened eyes finally gazes up to yours.

"Hey.. I'm here..." You told him, rubbing circles on his knee to calm him down.

"I-I don't want to be here anymore... I wanna go home..." He sobs and whimpers louder, like a child looking for his mother or maybe his father, perhaps one of his 4 sisters? Or all of them? Who knows and all you can do is to calm him down and bring back to his senses.

"Hey, hey.. we're going home, just a bit more longer and we'll all get out of here... I promise you that.." and you were sure as hell you'll be keeping that promise, not to him but also to yourself. You had enough of this madness and chaos, Dae-ho calmed down slightly as he grabbed your hand tightly that made you surprised.

"Please stay... I can't take this anymore, I wanna go home, home with sisters.. I don't wanna die here..." He lets out a loud sob as I immediately calmed him down and not wanting to attract the pink guards some suspicions in this area.

" I'm here, I'm not going anywhere, we'll get out of here soon, m'kay? Just a bit longer and I want you to be strong, strong for yourself, for us... for me.." I looked at him straight in the eyes to see if he understands, to see if I can trust him enough to be strong for himself.

He hesitantly nodded as his breathing calmed down and no longer ragged, you looked around and to see Yong-sik and his mother at each other's arms to hold, Hyun-ju still on guard with her gun, and everyone else in this room is terrified, horrified of what will happen next.. and so were you.

Unbeknownst, you and Dae-ho were still holding hands, too tightly, to feel each other's warmth, security, and.. to know that you both are still alive.

You hope that you're newfound friends, who you now consider a family, get out of this hellhole alive and in one piece. Eat samgyeopsal together, pay off all your debts, cheers to the victory you all achieved, and perhaps.. find love along the way. Who knows, maybe it's already the one who you felt your hands with but unfortunately grasped away from the touch of your hands as he fell asleep from exhaustion.

A/N: Hello everyone! I am very sorry for not updating for months! Writer's block got the best of me and the Christmas season happened, same goes to new year's, also, Happy New Year everyone! I hope you all enjoy the story!

[pitchsidestories]

my kink is karma II Alexia Putellas x Reader

a/n: Hi, we hope you've as much fun with the oneshot as we had writing it.

masterlist I word count: 1695

Champions League nights were always magical, no matter who the opponent was. But a Champions League final against record champion Olympique Lyonnais promised an even more special night.

After Barcelonas loss against the same team in the final two years prior, they had something to prove. So of course, the atmosphere among the team was a mixture between excitement and nervousness.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest right before the game started. You hugged your teammates and wished them a good game, partly to calm their anxiety and partly to calm your own.

“What about me?”, Alexias voice sounded from behind you.

As you turned around, she stood there, her arms wide open with a winning smile on her face.

You looked her up and down before jokingly saying: “You? Well…”

“Well?!”, she echoed, playing offended.

You winked at her: “A goal from you later would be perfect, you know why.”

You could still feel Alexias eyes following you as you took your position on the pitch.

While the referee blew her whistle, signaling the start of the game, the bench was still busy discussing what just had happened.

“What did she mean, Ale?”, Vicky asked, barely able to contain her curiosity.

Alexia shrugged: “Nothing.”

The young striker wrinkled her nose: “I don’t believe you.”

“Focus on the game, kiddo.”, Alexia laughed, nodding in the direction of the pitch.

“I’m not a kid, you’re just old.”, Vicky retorted with a grin.

Mapi joined the conversation with an innocent look on her face: “She’s not wrong about that, Ale.”

“I’ll show you guys old!”, Alexia rolled her eyes with fondness.

Ona grinned at her: “Y/n wants a goal from you!”

“From the bench?”, Mapi asked, her eyebrows raised.

“No, when she’s coming on.”, Ona explained.

“More like if she’s coming on.”, Mapi corrected her.

While the two defenders giggled, Alexia just shook her head: “Of course I’m coming on!”

You realized quickly that the game would not be an easy win. Lyon had their chances but so did Barcelona. For almost an hour, it was an even match but you could feel that your team wanted it more. And then Aitana scored.

“Well done, Tana!”, you yelled as you ran towards her to celebrate.

She hugged you tightly: “Thanks!”

From this moment on, your priority was to defend the lead and try to put your strikers into goal scoring situations.

In the ninetieth minute, Alexia came on. Your heart skipped a beat while she joined you on the pitch. But you also felt some kind of anger. There were only six minutes left to play.

Alexia made the most out of it. 120 seconds after coming on, she scored the 2:0 for Barcelona.

You could barely contain your happiness as you watched your girlfriend run across the pitch while pulling her shirt over her head to celebrate.

You had to blink away some tears as you followed her and pulled her into a celebratory hug: “Ale!”

 “You got the goal you wanted after all.”, she retorted with a smug smile on her face. Despite her cocky attitude you could see that her hazelnut eyes were turning wet. The captain of your team was overtaken by her own emotions.

Everyone could see how much it meant for the midfielder to score in the final against a team to whom you both lost twice in a final.

“You deserve it so much, Ale.”, you whole-heartedly whispered into her ear, not sure if Alexia was even able to understand you as the noise in the stadium escalated.

Embracing you for one last time the Blonde had to let you go, not before muttering close to your face, giving you chills everywhere:” This one is for us.”

“Yeah, yeah, very romantic, but we still got a few minutes to play.”, Lucy interrupted the emotional moment between you two grinning before throwing the midfielder’s jersey back to Alexia who slowly put it back on.

“Lucy.”, your girlfriend rolled her eyes annoyed at the English defender.

“Let’s go.”, Lucy replied unimpressed.

“Don’t worry, we’ll celebrate that goal later.”, you promised Alexia winking.

“I can’t wait.”, she replied.

“Hey! Enough now!”, the older English player yelled impatiently by your lovebird’s behaviour.

“You don’t understand, Lucia.”, you protested laughing.

“We’ve four minutes left.”, she said unmoved by your quite visible emotional turmoil.

“Only four more minutes.”, you repeated to yourself. In fact, they felt like the longest minutes in Champions League history. Your legs were so tired, when the referee blew the final whistle, you fell to your knees, simply from exhaustion and happiness.

Barcelona has won, a second time in a row. It was Alexia's, your teammates and your triumph against Lyon at last. This was unbelievable.

“We did it!”, Alexia rejoiced, standing right next to you.

“Yes, we did.”, you answered cheerfully, before you added with a worried glance at your girlfriend, careful, don’t trip over!”

Your warning came too late, the Barcelona captain fell ungraciously over her own boots, lucky for her she landed very softly on top of your body.

“Girls, the children are still here!”, Sandra shouted at you, although the goalkeeper couldn’t hide her amusement by what just had happened.

“Shut up, Sandra.”, Alexia demanded, her usual stern face was now full of giddiness and excitement. It felt like the young girl who became a fan of Barcelona and fell in love with the club and football had overtaken her in that very second.

“Yeah, nothing to see here.”, you giggled.

“Exactly.”, the captain confirmed, while pressing a kiss to your already blushed cheek.

“You should get up now though, the press wants interviews with you both.”, Irene intervened seriously.

“Coming.“, Alexia said, carefully lifting herself off of you.

You immediately followed suit, brushing the grass of your shirt and short before hurrying to your interview.

The young journalist thrusted a microphone towards you: “Y/n, what does the CL win mean to you?“

“It means so much to me. I know people questioned whether we would be able to keep up with last years performance. But I think we proved that here tonight.“, you said. Your gaze subconsciously shifting towards Alexia who was interviewed on the other side of the stadium.

“You certainly did. Thanks for taking the time and have fun celebrating.“

You grinned at the journalist: “Gracias.“

Turning away from the camera, you were greeted by Alexia: “Done?“

“Yes, what about you?“, you asked, hoping that she was done with her media duties for the night as well.

“Me too.“

Alexia took your hand into hers, gently pulling you away from the cameras and the bustle on the field.

“Wait, where are you taking me?“, you laughed while you followed her.

“Somewhere more private.“, Alexia smiled.

You grinned: “Sounds like a good idea.“

“Come on.“

“I’m right behind you.“, you assured her while Alexia opened the door to your hotel room and pulled you in.

“So here we’re.“, you said, patiently waiting for her to make a move.

She nodded, her shoulders slumping in relaxation: “Finally.“

You wrapped your arms around her: “Oh yes, tonight was unbelievable…“

“You were unbelievable.“, she corrected you softly.

“So where you. After everything that happened in the past year.“ You were absolutely in awe about how much your girlfriend had fought to come back after her ACL injury, the setbacks she had injury-wise and with the conditions of the Spanish national team and how she dealt with the little game time she got.

People had started to doubt that she would ever come back as the World’s best football player but you knew, it was only a matter of time.

Apparently, Alexia felt a similar way. All the hard work she put in was finally worth it. She blinked the wetness in her eyes away: “Thank you. It means so much to me to have scored this goal tonight…“

“I can only imagine.“

Alexias hand come down on your thigh, right above your left knee. The bright red of the injury from the Champions League final two years ago had faded and only left a scar.

You both knew the injury was something that had bothered you for a long time. Alexia did not have to say a word, you knew what she meant but you only shook your head: “That was nothing compared to Ona tonight… that moment was really scary.“

“Ona’s tough.”, your girlfriend remarked softly.

“That’s true. Plus, she’s in good hands with Lucy.”, you were smiling fondly as you were thinking about your teammates who’s love for each other was so visible after the win.

“You don’t have to worry about it.”, Alexia declared earnestly.

“I don’t.”, you cleared your throat before you continued, close your eyes, what do you see?”

For a moment the Blonde gave you a questioning look, afterwards she dd as you told her. A huge grin was forming on her lips:” Us celebrating.”

“A very iconic moment.”, you answered mirroring her happiness while you were slowly undressing yourself.

“Oh, not this one. The next one.”, Alexia quickly corrected herself.

“The next one?”, you lifted an eyebrow which she couldn’t see, but your voice transported your surprise.

“Next year.”, the midfielder confirmed.

“What about now? You can open your eyes again.”, you offered her trying to sound nonchalantly and hide the excitement which you felt running through your veins right now.

“Now, I see you.”, Alexia swallowed hard while her eyes who appeared dark green under the light of the bedside lamp wandered through your almost entirely naked body.

“Liking what you see?”, you asked her in a cheeky tone knowing fully well what your girlfriend was feeling when she looked at you.

“You look so beautiful right now.”, the player replied, licking her lips as she bridged the distance between you both to gave you a passionate kiss. When her kink was karma, triumph never tasted as good as with you by her side.

It was going to be a long night and you couldn’t wait to get started with your own private celebration. The public could wait until tomorrow, now was your time to enjoy the win.

[flowersforvax]

I've read some very good meta on the looming ending of campaign 3 and why it does or doesn't work and- still after all this time my main issue (and I believe the root of others!)  is that we didn't get enough time with Bell's Hells.

Does that sound ridiculous after 120 episodes in the span of three years? Obviously!

But if we look at the in-game time it's been barely four months. We don't know Bell's Hells outside of the main plot and worse they don't know each other.

Between Imogen and Fearne and Orym's connection to the Moon Plot from the start there was very little low-stakes low-level fuckery. No downtime, no long travel, no filler episodes.

Even during high-stakes arcs Vox Machina used to take the time to talk and play and fuck around in the evenings before their long rests. (Cannonball contest in the mansion hot tub anyone?) But they took that initiative because they had already done the bonding and enjoyed spending time with each other.

The Mighty Nein as well! And they had the added bonus of nobody counting on them for anything at first- everything they did they wanted to do. And even when the seeds of their last enemy were planted very early on - they didn't know it would be the endgame. The emotions were high but the stakes were lower. There was no constant pressure to go go go, time's running out!

They got time to grieve. Bell's Hells never got that.

And who knows if the Mighty Nein in their early days would have felt compelled to do the heroics late-game Mighty Nein did! I don't believe so! But they had the time to become characters who would, characters who would make the decision to follow that thread, to put their lives on the line to save the world.

Additionally to the in-game time constraints I think the idea that this third campaign is the CULMINATION OF A TRILOGY put a lot of pressure on the players to always make the Right Choice so they won't ruin Matt's story. That includes both following the narrative to its conclusion whether that made sense for every character or not and- no deviations from that loosely held leash. No "Hey, Matt, nice story you got there, what if we become pirates instead?"

... The first time I really connected with Bell's Hells was during one of their very few night watches (a thing that was a staple in MN bonding time!). I loved when they were goofy, when they turned a break-in into a fake haunting for no reason at all. When they got to be ridiculous and pretend they were livestreaming porn.

My favorite moments of Bell's Hells were the few minutes they as characters got to breathe.

[idciminlove]

FIGHTER.

Part Six - Six

Kang Dae Ho x f!reader

Cinnamonacid on AO3

Warnings - death, misogyny, slightly androgynous themes, anxiety, blood, etc.

You participate in the next game, the six legged pentathlon.

Six Legged Pentathlon. You will be chained together by the ankle, and each member will complete a game in order to move on. You must finish the race within five minutes, or else all players will be eliminated. The mini games are as follows:

Game 1 - Ddakji

Game 2 - Flying stone

Game 3 - Gonggi

Game 4 - Spinning top

Game 5 - Jegi

One of the men in your group let out a small sigh of relief. “Ah, so it’s good that we got a girl on our team, after all. You know how to play Gonggi, right?”

“Not really, no.” You admitted.

You never cared for girly stuff when you were younger. Never played any games like gonggi or anything like that. All you wanted to do was what your father did. Your mom would always be busy, working long shifts at the hospital as a nurse, so you spent most of your time with your Dad, and you liked it that way. Hanging out at the ring, getting to watch him train, and being able to train once you were old enough. You thought it was the coolest.

At school, you didn’t fit in anywhere. The girls thought you were too boyish, and the boys thought you were too girlish. The girls would whisper mean things about you behind your back, and the boys? They just said it to your face. It never ended well, always turning into a fight with someone getting hurt and crying. You only had a few friends throughout those years, and they never stayed. No best friends, no forever, only strangers that came and went.

“Seriously? What are they teaching you kids these days?” He scoffed. “Just when we thought you could be useful.”

You clenched your fist, gritting your teeth together, resisting the urge to punch him in the face. Deep breaths. No matter how badly you wanted to hurt this prick, you knew it would only make everything worse. The guards would probably kill you this time if you did. Stay calm and focus. Work with these assholes so you can win and get out of here alive.

“It’s alright, I can play gonggi. My daughter and I play it all the time.” 246 interjected. You smiled at him thankfully. He smiled back.

After some brief discussion, your teammates selected their roles. You picked Jegi. You’ve always been good at Jegi. Your Dad would have you play it to improve your footwork, coordination and balance. It’ll be easy. Everything will be okay.

And then, the first two teams went.

It was a complete mess, each players’ movements sloppy and uncoordinated from the adrenaline and fear running through them. One of the men even pissed himself from how afraid he was, failing the flying stone game multiple times before finally getting it. The timer ran down, and neither team made it.

You flinched, squeezing your eyes shut, unable to watch as the two teams were killed. The sound of their screams and flying bullets echoed around in your brain. You grabbed your pant legs, feeling your hands begin to shake, and your heart begin to race. Your chest got tight, and you tried to focus, tried to breathe. You couldn’t panic. Not again. Not in front of these men. But how could you not when it all seemed so hopeless?

Then, the next teams went. 120, 095, an elderly woman and her son: 149 and 007, and that creepy shaman lady, 044. It didn’t look good at first, the teams panicked in a similar way to the previous ones, but this team did something different. Instead of yelling and putting pressure on one another, they encouraged each other, motivated each other, telling each other exactly what they needed to hear. As they completed game after game, the players watching started to cheer, growing more and more eager.

They made it. All the players watching celebrated, reinvigorated and optimistic. They showed that these games were achievable. You could win and make it out. All you needed was to work together.

–

45 seconds remaining.

Your team had done well, managing to pass the games with little to no trouble, overcoming the obstacles when you did fail. Even though they were all bastards, the men on your team worked well together, but now, it was up to you, and you were running low on time.

You picked up the Jegi from the box with shaky hands, taking a deep breath and centering yourself. Blood stained the rainbow patterned floor beneath you, a daunting reminder of what would happen if you failed. 246 nudged your arm slightly, offering you a reassuring smile. “You got this.”

You nodded, dropping it onto your foot, kicking it up into the air. You counted under your breath.

“One, two, three, four-”

“-Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty!” You jumped up and down, beaming with excitement. You threw open the door, running inside to your father, who was standing in the kitchen, making dinner. “Papa, papa, look! I got a new record! I got twenty!”

“That’s wonderful, sweetheart.” He ruffled your hair. “See if you can get it to forty next time. Who knows, maybe you can break my record.”

On the counter beside him was a press release, a picture of him and another fighter on the front, facing off against each other. You picked it up, gazing down at it. “Is this your next fight?”

“Yeah, he’s a big guy. They call him Goliath.” The man did appear much bigger than your father, almost dwarfing him in size, even with your father on his bulk, his body rather large itself. You skimmed the article, reading the predictions projecting him to lose.

“Are you scared?”

“Nah, don’t you know how the story goes? David beats Goliath. He might be bigger and stronger, but my trainers helped me find his weakness. So, even though nobody believes it, I think I have a pretty good chance. You remember that, okay? No matter what anyone says, don’t give up. Don’t quit. Keep fighting, always.”

You nodded. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Go wash up, it’s time for dinner.”

–

As you kicked the Jegi for the fifth and final time, everyone cheered. Your team crossed the finish line with five seconds to spare. You did it. You won. It was a nice feeling, to have all those people rooting for you, to have all those people care. Amongst the crowd, you saw Dae-Ho, shouting at the top of his lungs and holding onto 222, both of them cheering for you. After everything you said to him, everything you did, he still rooted for you, so happy to see that you made it out, safe and sound.

You can’t help but hope that he makes it out of this game okay too.

[azzibuckets]

Paper Rings [Part 5/10 | Paige Bueckers]

paige bueckers x fem!reader

summary: the morning after

a/n: i love making people cry so some pretty angsty stuff up ahead 😁 forgive me for turning paige into a slight asshole

word count: 1.8k

masterlist w/ all parts

FLASHBACK: 1 YEAR AGO

The green LED light on Paige’s alarm clock blinked 3:07 AM. Paige had been up for the past two hours. Tossing and turning seemed like the right phrase, but she didn’t want to wake you, so all the turmoil stayed inside her head.

A burst of warmth ran through her body and flooded her senses whenever she looked at you. You were curled up against her side, lightly snoring. You looked so soft in the moonlight, and Paige wanted to take a photo of you like this and ingrain it inside her brain. But her mind’s been running non stop for the past 120 minutes, overcome with regret over what you two had just done.

Paige had always known of her tendencies. She wouldn’t call herself a player, because she never intentionally led girls on. She always made it clear to her one night stands what they were - a hookup, with no strings attached. But some girls never seemed to get it. Every so often there would be someone who got attached to Paige after just one night together and ended up leaving her apartment in tears, cursing her name. She hated when that happened, hated seeing them cry.

So she vowed to herself never to sleep with you. Not because she didn’t want you, because God knows how many sleepless nights she spent in this very bed, dreaming about the pink of your lips and the curve of your hips. But because she knew how complicated things would get. Your friendship was the one thing that had remained stable in Paige’s life the past few years. There mere thought of losing you made her heart pound and head throb.

So Paige had stayed strong. Never mind all those moments where her hands had lingered on your waist a little too long, or the fact that the wallpaper of her lock screen and home screen were both pictures with you, or the fact that you were the only person pinned on her messages app besides her family. She knew she couldn’t have you.

Paige brushed a strand of hair from your eyes, letting the pad of her thumb trail down your cheek. You stirred in your sleep, a smile drifting faintly across your lips, and shifted closer to her, burying your face in her abdomen. And in that moment, Paige realized two things.

#1. She was in love with you. Yeah, she’d always loved you as a friend. You were thoughtful and supportive, a best friend a person could ask for. But beyond that, you made her feel seen. To you, Paige wasn’t just a basketball player or a pretty face. You had broken through her barriers and made the effort to know her on every level, and that was what Paige in love with you.

#2. She didn’t deserve you. Paige thought back to all those times she’d canceled on movie nights because somehow she’d ended up again at the bar with her teammates, flirting with pretty girls while the prettiest girl sat alone in her room. Or when she’d briefly dated Anna, who had apparently been cold to you for their entire relationship, always making snide comments when Paige wasn’t around. But you had saw how happy Paige was (but not as happy as she was whenever she was with you), and had kept silent, not wanting to ruin Paige’s relationship. And even though Paige had broken up with Anna as soon as she’d found out about her behavior, she couldn’t quiet the voices in her head blaming her for letting someone treat you like that. You were the best person in the world, Paige thought. And you deserve someone who can give you all of that. Not me.

So after having come to those two conclusions, Paige knew what she had to do.

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You woke up in a daze. Checking your phone, you realized it was only 8 AM. Tired, you slumped back into the pilllow. The events of last night only came back to you when you moved the sheets of Paige’s bed and saw your bra.

You couldn’t help but smile as memories of fisted sheets, shaking legs, and hands intertwined in each other’s hairs came flooding back. You pressed your fingers to your lips, the lips that Paige had kissed over and over again just hours before. You and Paige had slept together, and everything had felt so right. And god, that was the best head you’d ever gotten.

Getting up, you heard clattering in the kitchen and footsteps outside. Assuming it was Paige, you didn’t bother to cover up when the door swung open, but your mouth fell open when you came face to face with Azzi.

“Oh my god!” Azzi shrieked. Both of you stared at each other for a second before you grabbed the comforter off Paige’s bed to cover your body. “Get out, get out, get out!” you yelled.

Azzi slammed the door. Heart beating fast, you rushed to find your clothes. “Did I just see what I thought I saw?” Azzi yelled from the other side of the door.

“Azzi Fudd, I will smack you,” you yelled back as you started to pull on your jeans.

“Did you and Paige sleep together?” She screamed. “Oh my god, she’ll kill me if she finds out I walked in on you like this.”

You fiddled with the buttons on your jeans. “That’s why we’re gonna keep this a secret. You’re not gonna tell anyone we slept together.”

“What?! But now Aaliyah and Nika owe me twenty dollars,” she complained.

You tugged on your shirt. “I’m gonna pretend that you didn’t just tell me that three of our closest friends made a bet on us sleeping together.” You opened the door and glared at a sheepish Azzi. “Now where the hell is Paige?”

“I dunno. I heard her leaving an hour ago. I thought I was home alone. You scared the shit out of me,” Azzi side eyed your sex and bed hair, and you ran your hand through it, trying to make it look less messy. “So, how was it?” Azzi leaned towards you with a sly smirk on her face. “Was it good?”

“Oh my god, Azzi.” You pushed her out of the way and grabbed your purse from the couch. “I’m leaving. You better keep your mouth shut.”

“No promises!” Azzi called after you, cackling as you left the apartment.

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5 DAYS LATER

“Open the fucking door, Bueckers.” You rapped on the door of Paige’s apartment, impatiently tapping your foot as you waited.

After you heard noises from inside but she still refused to open the door, you knocked even harder. “I know you’re in there, asshole. Azzi told me you’ve been in here the entire day.”

Finally the door swung open, and I laid eyes on Paige for the first time since we’d slept together 5 days ago. Her hair was in a messy low bun, and she was wearing her grey UConn sweatpants and a sports bra. You ignored the blush that rose from your neck from seeing her bare abdomen, all sculpted and taut, and instead glared at her.

“What the fuck, Paige? You haven’t responded to any of my texts and calls in the last week. Are you seriously ghosting me?” You pushed past her into the apartment.

Paige stared at you, still not saying anything. The last five days had been hell. You knew that sleeping with your best friend would change things. It would be awkward, and unsure, but you and Paige have always been able to figure everything out. So you didn’t expect for her to drop all communication with you, leaving you alone in bed the morning after and then ignoring all your attempts to talk to her after.

Paige smirked at you, but it wasn’t tantalizing and seductive like the last time you saw her. It was sharp, calculated, like she knew something that you didn’t. “Damn, I was that good, wasn’t I?”

“Paige, I need you to be serious right now.” Your voice was rising in pitch, your frustration showing. “We need to talk about us.”

Paige folded her arms, and she had never looked so distant. “What is there to talk about?”

You pushed her, not hard, but enough for her to stumble back. “Okay, so you fucked your best friend, and now you don’t even wanna talk about it?”

Paige swallowed, and she looked away. “We lost in the Final Four that night.”

“Yeah, so?” Your face was flushed red with anger, and you felt hot all over. “What’s that gotta do with anything?”

She turned back to look at you. Her face was impassive now, and you wondered at who this girl in front of you was. It seemed like you didn’t even know her, this version of Paige. “It was a tough game,” she said curtly. “I needed to blow off some steam, and you were there.”

I needed to blow off some steam, and you were there.

You physically recoiled. Those words resounded in your mind, ricocheting from every corner, repeating itself until you went numb. You tasted something bitter in your mouth, a confirmation of what you had been worrying yourself sick about 24/7 for the past several days. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

Paige regarded you coolly. “I’m starting to get the feeling that you thought that night was a declaration of love or something. I mean yeah, you weren’t bad for your first time, but it was just sex.”

A jumble of something terrible and bitter began brewing in your stomach. It was a mixture of anger, and horror, and shock and pain, threatening to spill over. You didn’t know whether you wanted to sob or throw up. That night you had basically admitted to Paige that you had wanted her for so long but…had you been so foolish to believe that she actually liked you back?

“You’re really nothing but a slut, huh,” you scoffed. You felt like a dagger was stabbing you, brutally piercing you in the heart as those words were spit from your mouth, but you were so angry, so furious, you couldn’t stop. “You don’t care about anything but getting laid. You’re so fucking shallow.”

For a moment, you thought you saw hurt flash through Paige’s eyes. But she quickly recovered, and her face turned stony again. “I’m not the one who was like a little fan girl, so desperate that you jumped on me as soon as I gave you the chance.” Her lip curled.

We, whatever we were, were over, and we both knew it. We were throwing out insults, maiming each other in an attempt to mollify our own hurt. We were drowning, and you knew it, god you knew it, your lungs felt on fire and you felt like you were losing everything in my life all at once. And you were too weak to stop it. Too cowardly to apologize, to take all your words back, to tell her you loved her so much, that you would be willing to stay friends and only friends and ignore the fact that you were heads over heels for her, just so she would stay in your life and you could go back to what you were before you made the most stupid decision of your lives.

But none of that came out. Instead, you said words that you didn’t mean.

“Don’t talk to me ever again, Bueckers. I fucking hate you.”

“Gladly.”

[its-all-papaya]

do you have any clingy/possessive landoscar thoughts? 🤔

Yes. I do have thoughts. Thank you for asking.

tell me what you wish I'd write

I am… obsessed with clingy needy Lando. And I don’t write him suuuuper that way a lot, I usually try and rein him in, but if you want me to be self-indulgent, I can and will.

snippet at the end!

update: second bonus snippet here

Lando basically always wants Oscar. His attention, his laughter, his hands, his everything. All of it. All the time. Lando’s always been like that with the people he cares about. Max F, Carlos, everybody he’s ever dated… He knows he’s needy. He can usually keep a pretty good handle on things, though (he’s had a lot of practice). But sometimes, when his guard is down or when things are bad, his control over it slips a bit. And with Oscar, it’s like it’s ten times worse.

Even before they were properly close, Lando would get drunk and start asking after Oscar. His teammate was never out with them, but Lando would have his eighth drink in the club, or he’d do some lines with Max, or whatever, and it would be “I wish Oscar was here” and “can you call Oscar and ask if he’ll meet us?” and “I bet Oscar’s still awake, should I text him?” Extremely noticeable. And some of Lando’s more casual friends would be kind of blindsided because - again - Lando’s really good at being normal about Oscar when he’s got his whole brain to work with. But it’s Saturday night in Monaco over winter break and he says “it’s morning in Australia, I can FaceTime Oscar, right?” and his friends are like “didn’t know it was like that, mate?”

(He does FaceTime Oscar, on his walk home when there’s nobody to stop him, smile dopey as soon as Oscar picks up. The sun is shining in the background and making Oscar kind of glow around the edges, and Lando says “you look like an angel” and Oscar laughs and that’s even worse, Jesus, “you’re so pretty, Oscar, did you know?” and Oscar had been in the middle of a workout, but he sucks on his water bottle and grins and lets Lando talk nonsensically at him for 15 straight minutes until he’s safe and locked into his apartment with a glass of water on his bedside table. “Put some paracetamol out for yourself in the morning, okay? And sleep tight, Lando.” “Thanks, angel.”)

The second season is really different. They’re much looser and Lando forgets more often that he’s supposed to be holding himself back, giving Oscar space. It’s stupid, he’s been doing it with everyone all his life, but it’s like Oscar wipes his mind blank, and he’s weaseling his way under his arm every other minute at the MTC, hooking a chin over his shoulder while they review data, following him into his driver’s room after practice and talking Oscar through his entire hour, every lap. Oscar never really tells him off, though. He just nods and smiles his quiet smile and drops odd comments when Lando lets his train of thought go a little too far off track.

Getting closer with Oscar is probably a mistake for at least one of them, because it’s like giving Lando’s brain permission to think about him even more. Oscar’s thread is always near the top when Lando opens WhatsApp, and tapping his number to call is too near to muscle memory for Lando to talk himself out of it when he’s drunk. More often than not when he’s out, the night begins and ends with Oscar - a “coming tn?" as Lando walks in and a blurry, giggly “‘lo, Osc,” through a dark front camera on his way out.

Oscar starts out with a hint of decorum. He’ll throw a shirt on before answering Lando’s call, flick the bedside lamp on, and prop his phone up so his face is mostly in frame. That lasts a few weeks, then he starts answering in the middle of whatever he’s already doing (like brushing his teeth, one memorable time, when Lando had insisted on counting up to 120 for him to make sure he did a satisfactory job) and in whatever state he’s already in. By China, Oscar’s answering from bed half the time, face barely discernible in the dark of the hotel room, mostly just mumbling “mhm” while Lando tells him all about what he’s gotten up to at the bars.

SNIPPET (kind of? this was a bullet point and then I realized I was typing actual prose so it’s a bit of a blend… bare with me… it was like 2am for me when this was cooked up…)

Oscar doesn’t come out after Miami. But he does - and he’d deny this to anybody except Lando himself, probably, and even then only when Lando’s too fucked up to remember it - stay up waiting for Lando’s call. He’d congratulated Lando in person multiple times at the track, but it doesn’t feel the same. It’s embarrassing to admit, but as much as he used to find Lando’s drunk calls a little inconvenient (though always distantly amusing) he’s grown quite attached to them somewhere along the line - the quiet intimacy, the little jokes and admissions and compliments Lando hands out when he’s far gone and using Oscar to bring himself down. Lando doesn’t call anybody else like that (Oscar had asked him once, when he was waiting for his Uber in some city or another at half two in the morning). It’s just for them - a special them. 

It gets late, though. Lando always rings late, but it gets late enough that Oscar starts worrying that Lando won’t call at all, that he’s taken someone home, or he’s passed out on someone’s couch, or he’s planning to be out so late it turns right over to early the next day instead. The sun is rising when his phone finally goes off. He’s dozed a bit on and off, the exhaustion of his own race winning out for minutes at a time, but he’s left his ringer on to make sure he doesn’t miss Lando. It’s a special occasion, yeah? He can’t be held accountable. He just doesn’t want to be the one responsible for bringing Lando down from his high inadvertently by shirking his cooldown call. 

Anyway, it’s past 4 a.m. when Oscar’s jolted from his half-daze by the notification, and he sees he’s missed a few texts ahead of time, asking if he’s awake. He hadn’t answered, obviously, but Lando’s calling anyway. Oscar’s too tired, brain too soft and amorphous, to decide how to feel about that at the moment.

“Morning, angel,” he says when he picks up. It’d started as a joke, as most of their little idiosyncrasies had, a reversal, but it’s probably not totally that anymore.

“Oscar,” Lando says. Oscar had expected him to be loud, still riding out his high, but he’s practically whispering. When Oscar finally musters up the will to check the screen, Lando’s in the dim dark somewhere. All quiet.

“Yeah, babe.” They don’t talk like this normally. It’s like these calls exist in a liminal space between their day-to-day lives now and whatever Oscar’s convinced they’re headed towards.

“It’s not morning,” Lando says. A light turns on off-screen.

“Not for you, maybe. I was asleep.” Oscar rubs at his eyes for effect, even though Lando’s not really looking at the phone. His eyes snap to the camera at that, though, and Oscar watches his face fall a little.

“I woke you?”

Oscar doesn’t give it long before he’s shushing Lando gently, “It’s alright. I’m glad you did, I want to hear about your night.”

Lando brightens back up. He’s not as drunk as Oscar expected, but he’s far enough from sober to be pretty suggestible, still, pretty easy with a smile.

He launches into a story about Max and some other names Oscar instantly forgets and a band Oscar’s never heard of, and - as the camera jostles with Lando’s efforts to pry his own shoes off - Oscar realizes he’s already back to his hotel room. 

When Lando hits a long enough pause in his rambling, Oscar says, “Hey, Lan, you want to get ready for bed? You should sleep a little.”

Lando’s nose wrinkles and his face takes on the petulant tilt Oscar is well-acquainted with after half a year of these late-night-early-morning calls.

“C’mon,” he encourages, “you’ll feel better tomorrow. I’ll help.”

Lando agrees, though he still looks a little sour about it, so Oscar talks him slowly through his nighttime routine between stretches of “Oh! Oscar! Max called Charles pretty five times, I think," and “Have you ever had a cherry bomb? Someone ordered me one.” Oscar helps him pick out a soft t-shirt to sleep in and reminds him to fill a glass with water for the bedside table and counts to 120 while Lando brushes his teeth, phone propped against the mirror. 

When everything’s sorted and Lando is sliding into bed, Oscar yawns and says, “Good to go?”

Unexpectedly, Lando’s eyes go big and kind of watery at that, and he picks the phone up from the covers and brings it close to his face so Oscar’s screen is mostly pout.

“You’re going?” Lando asks, and he sounds so forlorn that Oscar can feel his heart ache in his chest.

“Was going to,” Oscar confirms, even though it hurts a little, “You want me to stay?”

The light’s off, but Oscar can still see Lando hide his face in his pillow. It’s no surprise, then, when Lando’s, “Yeah. Please?” comes out muffled by the bulk of it.

Oscar softens to it. It was never a question.

“Okay,” he says, “you need me to talk? Or just stay on?”

“Stay on,” Lando says. His voice is back to normal, but it’s tiny, a little fragile. So different from the hours and hours leading up to this, Oscar thinks, contextualizing.

“Might fall asleep,” Oscar warns. His lamp’s back off, too, and with Lando safe and sound, Oscar’s bed feels cozier than ever.

“S’okay,” Lando says, “me too.”

“That’s good,” Oscar sets his phone next to him on the bed. Lando’s done the same, both screens matching black and gray, matching hotel ceilings just a few doors apart. “Goodnight, race winner.”

Lando’s laugh is mostly just a hard exhale, but it warms Oscar from the inside out just the same.

“Goodnight, angel.”

(I wrote another whole scene for this ask but this got kind of long already.... so if anybody would like to see it.... all it takes is one little ask... lmk.... xoxo)

[twice-inamillion]

Threesome with Michaeng

Smut (virgin sex, deflowering, threesome, rough sex, anal)

Chaeyoung’s unexpected experience with a cock 

Chapter 119-121

Chapter 119:

After dinner, Tzuyu helps clean the table and places the plates in the sink. You begin to wash the dishes and notice Chaeyoung beside you. She says, "I know what you did in the kitchen." Nervously you ask, "What do you mean?" 

"Don't play dumb, I know what it smells like, and I know you came in your shorts," says Chaeyoung. 

You say nothing, providing what she said is true. "Don't worry, I like it too, so I don't blame you. Maybe we can do something about it."

"I don't want to talk about it," you respond.

"Okay, that's fine but never says never," said Chaeyoung. 

You finish up and leave as she finishes drying the plates. Nayeon then asks Tzuyu to bring some alcohol to relax and enjoy games in the living room. All the members gather around (including you) and play multiple games, drinking games. 

Jihyo takes part and says, "I pumped some milk for Jisoo to last until tomorrow so I could drink a bit." "Maybe I'll have some too, but just a little. I bought some formula for the babies just in case," said Mina. 

"I'm not going to drink, but I can still join," said Dahyun. 

You left an hour earlier to put the babies to sleep. Since you weren't drunk and only had taken a few sips, the girls asked you to put the babies to rest. Everyone played for a couple of hours until it was late.

Dahyun said she could watch the kids and take them to her room when they were done. You agree, change them into their PJs, and put them on the bed. Because of the lullaby, you end up falling asleep. 

You get woken up by Dahyun, who asks you to help Jihyo since she passed out drunk on the couch. You go to the living room and find Jihyo knocked out and the rest of the girls on the floor with some blankets. 

 "Jihyo, let me help you to your room." Jihyo responds, "Nooooooooo; I'm okay right here. Leave me alone here" in a drunken voice. 

You let her go and try to find Mina to see if she's somewhere inside the mountains for blankets. You look around, but she's not there. You check the water closet but nothing. You walk around the hallways and hear some noise. 

You walk until getting to Mina's room. "Weird, why is there mumbling," you say. You go for the knob, turn it right, and push it slightly open. When you see what is in front of your view, you are shocked to find Mina in a compromising position. 

Chapter 120:

You open the door and see Mina lying on the bed, completely naked, with her arms reaching down for something. 

You open the door more and see Chaeyoung at the end of the other side and going down on Mina. Both girls are completely naked and look like they are enjoying themselves. They don't notice you since they are too busy, and you open the door more. 

You hear Mina say, "We haven't done this in a long time, Chae," who sounded out of breath. Then you hear Chaeyoung agreeing with Mina, but it sounds muffled since she is busy eating. 

You, on the other side of the door, can't believe what you hear and see. 

"How and why are Mina and Chaeyoung in that situation? What do they mean they it has been a long time? Have they done this before? Was this their relationship before you got together with Mina?" Many things are going down your mind, and you can't seem to understand. 

You try to get a better view, and you see that Mina is holding Chaeyoung's head down, and you can hear Chaeyoung increase the sound of her sloppy eating. Louder and louder are the sounds that are coming out of Mina. At one point, you listen to her say your name, which makes Chaeyoung say, "Why are you saying his name? I'm the one with you right now," but Mina doesn't answer. A couple of seconds later, you hear Mina say, "I'm about to cum, don't stop," as she grabs the sheets tightly. 

You can see Mina squirt all over Chaeyoung's face and Mina is shaking from her lower body. After a minute, you hear Chaeyoung say, "Now my turn, Sharon." You hear Mina say seriously, "Okay, let me return the favor to you and give you a good time."

Mina/Sharon gets off the bed, and Chaeyoung moves towards the middle. "Get on all fours, Chae," said Mina/Sharon. You see Chaeyoung go on all fours and "slap, slap" You see Mina/Sharon slap Chaeyoung's ass. 

Chaeyoung screams, getting caught off guard. Mina/Sharon pushes Chaeyoung down so her face is closer to the bed, and her ass is sticking up in the air. You see a finger move alongside Chaeyoung's ass down to her thigh and going back up. She circles her finger around Chae's lower lips and stops. She moves her finger out and uses the index and thumb to rub against each other, showing a sticky substance that you assume came from Chae's lower lips. "Please, Mina." 

"You know not to call me by that name."

"Please, Sharon, give it to me." Sharon then slides two fingers into Chaeyoung's pussy and pushes it all the way in.

You could see and hear Chaeyoung gasp, but Sharon didn't give her time to adjust and rapidly inserted her fingers in and out of her. After a while, Mina goes for three fingers, making Chaeyoung arch her back at the pleasure she is getting from Sharon. 

"Please eat me; I can't wait," begs Chaeyoung.

Instead of giving her a response, Sharon pushes her down and has her face on the bed. She slaps Chaeyoung's ass and screams. 

"Don't tell me what to do," slapping her again. 

"Slap, slap. Slap, slap" 

Chaeyoung gets her ass slapped until it turns red with Sharon's handprint. The whole time Sharon was spanking her, Chaeyoung had the blanket in her mouth to prevent her cries from coming out. 

"Get off the bed and stand up straight with your back facing the bed," demands Sharon. She follows Sharon's command but has a hard time getting up. You see that her ass is red and has her stumbling when she tries to stand up straight. It is then that Chaeyoung sees peeking at them. You both meet each other's eyes, but she doesn't say anything. 

Instead, Sharon pushes her down, and Chaeyoung lands on the bed. She puts Chae's legs in a triangle and spreads her legs. You can see Chaeyoung's pussy. Sharon spreads Chae's lips, and you can see how pink it is; Sharon places her tongue inside and twists and turns its inside. Knowing that you are there and Sharon is concentrated on eating Chaeyoung, she says, "Do know that I caught Oppa's jizz in his shorts after seeing Nayeon feeling up on Sana and Momo's tits." 

"Ohh, really? Do you think he has something for them, or is he just horny?" asks Sharon. 

"I just think he's horny. I even confronted him and asked him to do something about it, but he gave me no response," Chaeyoung said as she looked directly at you while smiling. 

"Maybe we can have him join us if he doesn't bitch out," said Sharon. 

The disrespect of having Sharon call out a bitch makes you not recognize her and wonder who Mina is. 

But at the same time, this action is making you extremely hard. Your shorts are bulging, and you begin to get harder as you see Sharon keep on eating Chaeyoung. Since she is also nude, you can see Sharon's thick ass. 

You know that she has the best ass of all the Twice members. You can see her juicy pussy leaking and her butthole clenching. Suddenly you can see her spread her legs, making the view of her pussy and ass more accessible.

"I know you're behind that door, oppa; I can hear your breathing," said Sharon. 

Her actions caught you off guard, and you didn't know how to react. "Come out here and join us if you'd like. If you do not, close the door and go back to sleep," said Sharon seriously. 

It made you angry, and you opened the door wide open. You walk towards Sharon, pick her up from behind, and drop her on the bed. 

You raise your hand and give a big slap on Sharon's ass. When you hit it, you feel the vibration and see her cheeks jiggle.

"What are you doing op…." But you don't give Sharon a chance to talk and give her another two slaps. After three slaps, you realize what you have done and step back. 

Sharon turns her head, and you think she will be crying, but instead, you see her eyes full of ecstasy. She looks at you with her sexy glaze while biting her lower up. "Would you like to join us, oppa? asks Sharon. 

You want to, but your promise of having sex with other women didn't allow you to. Sharon sees this, says, "Yeah, I thought you wouldn't," and returns to eating Chaeyoung. 

You instead start to beat your meat as Sharon is eating Chaeyoung. After a few minutes of jerking off, Chaeyoung says, "I think he is about to cum." 

Chaeyoung and Sharon look into each other's eyes and nod. They both get off the bed and kneel in front of you. They stick out their faces and tongues and close their eyes. In your head, you know what to do. 

You give a couple of jerks and cum all over Sharon's and Chaeyoung's faces. "Ah ah ahhh," as you splash them with cum. Anywhere from their hair, eye, nose, and mouth, you came all over it. 

They both try to open their eyes and see your semi-limp cock still standing. Sharon grabs your cock and says, "You want to lick off the rest of his cum, Chaeyoung?" 

"Yeah, I do," as Chaeyoung approaches your cock and licks the cum off. She licks it all over, and suddenly you see Sharon going for the back of Chaeyoung's head. 

You think you know what Sharon might do, but you don't believe it until Sharon pushes Chaeyoung's mouth into your cock. She holds Chaeyoung's head down, and she begins to gag. Chaeyoung tries to fight it and frees herself. She coughs hard and says, "Unnie, why did you do that? I almost died with Oppa's cock down my throat." 

Sharon gets laughs, stands and gives you a peck on the cheek, and says, "I thought to be funny," and sticks her tongue out and winks with cum running down her face. 

After Sharon gives you a happy sex face, she whispers in your ear, saying, "I want you to continue." 

"I don't think we should. I don't want to mess with another member."

"I don't think you understood me; I wasn't asking you. I'm telling you to continue," as she has a hold of your balls, giving them a hard squeeze.

You say to yourself, "This isn't the Mina you know; Sharon is a dangerous person." 

"Hey, Chaeyoung, come over here and give him a handjob." 

"Okay, unnie, but I don't know how to do it," says Chaeyoung. Sharon walks up to Chaeyoung and "slap," gives her a slap across the face.

"Why are you so useless when it comes to cock” as she is pitching Chaeyoung's face with her hand.

Shocked at what happened, see Sharon walking towards you and right behind you. "Here, this is how you do it" as she grabs your cock. 

She begins to jerk you off until it's nice and hard. "Come on, Chaeyoung, and suck his cock” says Sharon in a commanding voice. Chaeyoung rushes since she doesn't want to get slapped again. She takes both her hands to grab your cock and gives it a couple of licks with the tip of your tongue. You could tell that she was inexperienced since she had a confusing look in her eyes.

You tell her, "I know you don't want to do this, but it will be over soon."

She then begins to suck you off slowly and with such carefulness. But you could tell that Sharon didn't have it. 

"Do it faster, Chaeyoung." 

Chaeyoung does what she is told and inserts more of your cock in her mouth. Sharon whispers in your ear, "You don't have to be gentle with her, don't get emotionally attached and be rough with her." 

You couldn't believe what Sharon was saying. Chaeyoung currently was only taking in 30-40 percent of your cock. Not giving a reply fast enough, she grabs the back of Chaeyoung's head and led it to the end of your cock.

Your whole length hits the back of Chaeyoung's throat, and it felt marvelous; her throat squeezed on your cock. Chaeyoung was surprised and panicking, but Sharon said, "Don't worry you'll get used to it," while holding Chaeyoung's head from moving. 

You could see that Chaeyoung wasn't used to it because her eyes were getting watery, and she began to place her hands against your thighs to push you away. Sharon took notice of this and kept her head as still as possible. 

Chaeyoung began to gag and push you again even harder, but Sharon wouldn't allow it. She then looked at you in your eyes, and you could see she was losing her breath. Her arms pushing you away were weakening, and you could see her eyes rolling back. 

Only then did Sharon pull her head back and allow Chaeyoung to catch her breath.

She coughs harshly as tears fall down her face, her makeup a mess since it was ruined. It didn't take long until Sharon told you to fuck her throat. 

You do not want to disappoint her, so you slide your cock back in, but Chaeyoung has difficulty keeping her head up. Sharon holds it still with her two hands while you fuck her throat. You thrust your cock in and out, keep it in the back of her throat just before she passes out repeat again. 

"Now cum in her mouth," commands Sharon. 

"Please, I'm tired. I can't anymore," begs Chaeyoung.

"I'll decide when you're done. So go and cum in her." 

You do as you are told and have your cock all the way back of her throat. At this point, Chaeyoung doesn't even fight it anymore and accepts her fate.

The warmth of her mouth makes you release a nice and smooth cum that flows down her throat. You pull your cock out, and she tries to get up but stumbles. She falls on the bed and looks like a rag doll that's been played with. 

You turn your head and see Sharon with a happy smile, and she tells you, "Good job, but it's not over."

You ask, "What do you mean? I did everything you told me." 

"That was just for starters. You still need to fuck her. Choose a hole to cum in," as she spreads Chaeyoung's lips, revealing her untouched hymen. 

In your head, you want to fuck her but know you don't want to get another girl pregnant. So cumming in her pussy is out of the question. "I'll fuck her ass then.

"Perfect, but cum inside." 

You see Chaeyoung lying on the bed in a comatose state. You walk towards where she is and move her body so she has her lower body facing you. As you move her, you see she's trying to tell you something, but her body doesn't react. 

You spread her legs wide open and see her shaven pussy and nice pinkish butthole. Chaeyoung is petite; has small breasts and ass, but her body proportions are still significant.

Sharon goes up to Chaeyoung and says, "Are you sure you don't want some of this" as she spreads Chaeyoung's pussy lips open once more. You are tempted, but you think about the possibility of her getting pregnant, and you can't risk it. 

"No, I'm okay." 

You jerk your cock, and Sharon tells you to smack Chaeyoung's ass. You smack it, and Chaeyoung grunts softly. 

"Slap her harder, as you mean it. I'm not going to tell you twice."

You raise your hand up high, pause, and slap her ass with force. She grunts harder, not being able to speak because of the cock that you gave her earlier. 

"Again," says Sharon. You give her about ten slaps, and every time, she grunts loudly. 

Tears were falling from her eyes, and her ass was red and had your hand imprinted. "Now she's ready," says Sharon. 

You align your cock to the entrance of her pucker hole. Because you were slapping her ass earlier, your cock got excited and produced some precum. You use it as lube and slowly and gently enter her butt. 

Chaeyoung's asshole is tight, and it would try to push you out as you triy to penetrate her. While holding her hips, you pushed in deeper you could feel your foreskin peeling back, giving you a cold but hot sensation all over your body. 

Chaeyoung, too, reacted and would say "aaaahhhh" while holding the bedsheets with all her might. Hearing her whine and the pain excited you, making you want to go in deeper. 

It feels like forever, but you are 3/4 inside her, and Sharon tells you to give a final push. You follow her order and slam your cock deep inside. Chaeyoung yells in both pain and pleasure as she is being stretched by your large cock. 

"You know this is the first time Chaeyoung had something in her ass; you took her anal virginity," said Sharon while caressing Chaeyoung's head, trying to comfort her through this experience. 

"Now move," commands Sharon. 

"But shouldn't I let her adjust to my cock?" 

"No, like I said before, you don't have to be nice and romantic with her. You don't have a relationship with her, so you can be as rough as you want. Use her for your pleasure; think of her as your cocksleeve."

Hearing that, make your blood pump faster as you shove more of cock in her butt and thrust.

A yell slips from Chaeyoung as she is biting on the bedsheet. You continue to thrust repeatedly until both of you are in sync, from yelling of pain to enjoyment and, finally ecstasy. 

She grips your cock with her insides and tries to choke it when you slam it inside. Her boobs shake, and precum is dripping onto the sheets once she begins to enjoy it. She even starts to call your name and ask you to cum. 

"Please, oppa, cum inside of me" as Chaeyoung turns to face you, you see her eyes of ecstasy. 

You finally give it a final thrust, and your cock pours all of its cum inside her ass. She loses all her energy, falls on the bed, and passes out. 

You pull out and see your cum running down her ass to her leg and eventually the bed. Sharon tells you you did a good job and takes a picture of Chaeyoung passed out on the bed filled with cum. 

She then invites you to join her in bed and moves Chaeyoung's body over like a used rag doll that's fulfilled its purpose.

 All three of your fall asleep next to each other. The following day you all are fresh and filled with energy, ready for breakfast.

Chaeyoung, on the other hand, is still passed out with your cum dried up and her handprint still on her ass.

 When asked, Mina says that Chaeyoung woke up unwell, but she would take her meal to her later on as she looks at you with an innocent face. 

[chershire23]

Another Prime?

“Cybertronian”

“Bumblebee”

The sun bared down on the rocks and cliffs that made up the deserts surrounding the small town of Jasper Nevada. Most would stay inside on a hot summer day like this but that can’t be said for three young teens as they are chased by a 120 ton robot wanting to kill and/or torcher them. Raf, Jack and Miko quickly duck into a small indent in the middle of the cliffs making it seem like they ran down the narrow corridor. “Oh, younglings, don't you ever learn that you can’t hide from me?” the screechy voice of Starscream taunts them as he bends down to peer into the corridor. The children huddle together, their breaths hitching as Starscream's clawed digits grasp closely to where they hide.

“Come out, come out wherever you are.” He teases digging his claws into the rock. Now you may be wondering how they all got into this situation, well let's rewind to a few hours earlier. 

(Earlier that day)

The kids had just been picked up that morning by their respective guardians Arcee, Bumblebee and Bulkhead and brought to base for the day. “So what's on the activities list today? Dune bashing? Band practice? Oh! How about we go out and kick some Decepticon tailpipe!” Miko, the ever hyperactive one exclaims as she jumps around excitedly. “I don't know Miko. I was kinda hoping for a quite relaxing day.” Bulkhead, Miko’s guardian and friend, chuckles as he looks down at her.

“I am afraid that will not be possible today, Bulkhead.” the baritone voice of Optimus sounds out and everyone turns towards him as he walks towards him. Every step the mighty prime takes makes the ground shake and vibrate, sending shocks through the spines of the kids. Yet despite how big and strong he is, Optimus was extremely gentle when it came to their young human companions. “What's going on?” Raf, the youngest of the three humans, asks fidgeting slightly where he stood. It was then Ratchet walked out with a data pad in hand. “It would appear that a cybertronian escape pod crash landed a few miles from here not too long ago. I couldn't tell if it was Autobot or Decepticon, but if it is one of our own, we would like to get to them before the cons do.” he says looking through the data pad and setting it up so that he could manually operate the groundbridge through it. 

“Do we all have to go?” Bumblebee, Raf’s guardian, questions not wanting to leave his little charge and friend alone just yet. After all, he wanted to play the new racing game Raf had gotten yesterday. He also didn't want to deal with the cons today. “I'm afraid we will need all hands for this one Bumblebee.” Optimus says with some sympathy for the young scout. Bumblebee lets out a groan before walking over to the groundbridge to await departure. Miko then opens her mouth to excitedly ask something. “Don’t even think about it, missy.” Arcee, Jack's guardian says, stopping Miko from even asking to come along.  Miko pouts and folds her arms causing all bots in the room to chuckle at her antics.

“No time to say farewell, don't touch anything in the medbay or near my station and don't burn the base down. We will be back in a few hours.” Ratchet says, giving a pointed look to Miko. She just rolls her eyes at him. They start up the ground bridge and all the bots leave through it leaving the kids alone in the base. Jack, the oldest of the group, starts to speak. “Hey Miko wanna play, and she’s gone. Raf!” “Already on it, Jack.” Raf says opening his laptop and connecting it to the goundbridge controls. After getting the ground bridge back up both boys walk up to it. “We take our eyes off her for one minute, one!” Jack complains as they walk through.

After walking through they arrive at their new destination. Surrounded by red rock and stone, they continue on looking for any signs of Miko. After about 30 minutes of walking, they find her hiding behind a rock, watching the bots as they approach a giant escape pod. “Miko!” Jack hisses in a whisper, making the girl jump as she turns to face him and Raf. “You guys are just in time, they just got to the pod.” Miko says, ignoring the fact that Jack is red with anger and poor Raf is practically shaking in his shoes. Miko then starts sprinting towards the bots ignoring Jack and Raf in favor of gaining the bots attention. “So who’s our new teammate?” She asks, causing all the bots to quickly turn around, spotting her and the boys. “Miko! Ugh, you are so grounded when I get you back to base.” Bulkhead snaps, narrowing his eyes at the troublemaker. 

Miko only scoffs and rolls her eyes while mumbling about him being a buzzkill and how he can't ground her. Arcee and Bumblebee then pin their own charges with glares. “Before you say anything, we are only here to take Miko back to base.” Jack says whilst pinning Miko with a glare of his own. “Me and Bee will take them home, Prime.” Arcee sighs, turning to face Optimus, who was looking at the children with a very disappointed stare. “Aw, leaving already? But everyone just got here.” The raspy voice of Starscream calls out as he and about a dozen Vehicons walk up to them from around a corner.

The Autobots all draw their weapons and step forward, as to keep the kids behind them away from the Cons. Starscream just smirks as his subordinates draw their own weapons and take aim at the Bots. There is a tense atmosphere surrounding them before Starscream quickly brings up one of his arms, flexes his fingers and fires a missile towards the Autobots. The bots dodge, causing it to crash into the side of a cliff making rocks and dust go flying. Thus the battle commences. The children run around the battlefield, trying to avoid getting stepped on or crushed by flying boulders and body parts. 

They manage to escape the area of danger and start to run through the canyon maze. They didn't go unnoticed though as Starscream, having seen them escape, manages to slip out of the battle and chases after the children. The kids run as fast as they can, but are stopped when Raf trips over a small rock, causing his glasses to go flying. Miko and Jack quickly run back to help him up. “My glasses! Where’d they go?!” Raf exclaims his hand searching wildly on the ground for his lost glasses. “Oh, you lost your glasses? Well why don't I help you?” They all quickly look up to see Starscream staring at them with a cruel look in his eyes. This prompted Jack to quickly scoop his younger friend up into his arms as he and Miko took off in a sprint.

Starscream chuckled darkly knowing thoroughly he was going to enjoy the dangerous game of cat and mouse that had started. He walks after them slowly wanting to give them a head start. After all, it's never fun if a game ends before it can fully begin.

 As he turns a corner the frame then focuses on a pair of glasses that, despite the harsh landing they received are in good condition. Suddenly two giant silver metal finger gently pick them up. The glasses were raised up in front of two cyan blue optics the focus in on the metal and glass spectacles before narrowing in the direction the Decepticon commander had gone after the humans.

(Present time)

Starscream's claws reached for the children horrifyingly slow. When suddenly he lets out a girlish yep and his hand abruptly leaves the corridor. The sound of metal hitting metal and Starscreams yells and please where all they heard for a moment before the sound of transforming is heard before a jet engine starts up and gets farther and farther away. The kids slowly and cautiously come out of their hiding spot. Jack and Miko look around while Raf holds onto their hands for guidance. They take a few steps out before a strange sound could be heard from the left of them. “Hey there, Little ones. Man, they do not prepare you for how cute you human younglings are up close!” The cybertronian says before bringing his servo up to his denta and biting down to prevent himself from squealing.

This bot was not familiar to the kids by any means. While they could see his coloring was a mix of red, yellow and orange he was so caked in dust and scorch marks that they couldn’t even see an insignia to identify what fraction he was playing on. The fact that he was also only speaking cybertronian was not helping. Miko and Jack look at each other before hesitantly take a step back and guiding Raf with them. “Hey, no lets not run Imma nice guy, come on I can take you guys back home and we can all get to know each other.” He reaches out to them and that was the wrong move to make as the kids then bolt. They try to go down the narrow corridor but are blocked as the bot slams his hand down in front of the entrance effectively blocking them from going that way. That didn't deter them though as they quickly turned and ran further into the canyon.

“Oh come on!” they hear the bot roar out in frustration behind them as he scrambles to get up and chase after them. He didn't want to hurt them, no, quite the opposite, in fact he just wanted to get them out of here as his sensors detected more con activity heading in their direction. The kids run till they eventually run into a dead end. They gasp in fear looking for any way to get out of this dangerous situation. “Why for such small beings are you guys so fast? I almost lost you all on that last turn, we don't want that now do we? Well you might, I don't.” The bot says mostly to himself as he gets down on his knees to better spread himself out as to prevent the kids from trying to run again. 

That didn't seem to deter Miko though as she dragged Jack who was carrying Raf behind her as she tried to help them in making one more escape. The bot quickly caught onto them as with every turn the kids made to escape one of his hands would slam down in front of them. The kids give up seeing they have no way to escape as they back into the stone wall of the canyon's end. “Primus, how can I help you younglings know I'm not gonna hurt you?” He questions before freezing when an idea popped into his head after noticing the smallest human was constantly squinting. 

Opening his subspace he fishes out the tiny pair of glasses from inside before slowly and gently holding them out in front of Jack and Raf whilst Miko glares at him from her spot beside them. “Raf, he had your glasses.” Jack gasps out as he gingerly reaches out to take them back for the young boy. After Raf puts back on his glasses he Looks up at the bot seeing that they are a mech. Jumping out of Jack's arms he cautiously approached him. “Can you understand us?” He asks but that only causes the mech to tilt his head with a confused smile. “Why can't he understand us? The bots can understand and talk to us just fine, same with the cons. Bulkhead has even responded to me in Japanese when I complain in Japanese.” Miko questions with a hand on her hip.

“He must’ve obtained an injury in the crash preventing his internal translator from working. Ratchet told me all cybertronians have it, it allows them to access the native languages of the planet they're on.” Raf explains looking at his friends. They all sat and discussed how they were going to go about communicating with this bot as he has no way of understanding them, or them him. “Why don’t we just show him some of the pics i have of the bots and use charades to tell him we want to get back to them. I swear if you try touching my hair one more time!” Miko suggests before swatting away the giant finger that has continuously been trying to pet her hair for the last several minutes.

“That’s actually a really good Idea Miko.” Jack says, looking towards her. “Hey, just because I don't like school doesn’t mean I'm stupid.” She sasses him. She then pulls out her phone and starts scrolling through her photos trying to find a good one of Optimus as he was the most well known autobot on earth due to his status as prime. After a minute of scrolling she finally found one that completely showed from his chest up and it wasn’t blurry. She shows it to their new friend and potential ally. “Ok, we,” She gestures to herself and the boys, “are trying to get back to this big guy, Optimus prime.” She talks slowly, hoping that it would help the bot grasp onto what she wanted.

The bot leans forward, his eyes narrowing as he focuses in on the tiny screen. “Hey, he was who I was sent here to find! You guys know him? That's amazing and makes my job a lot easier.” He excitedly exclaims and despite not understanding him the kids knew from his reaction that he was an autobot and that he could be trusted. “Well if you guys know the big OP then you all probably want to get back to him huh? Well let's not waste any more time so hop on!” He holds out his hands and the kids even though very hesitant crawl into his grasp.

Once the children had gotten situated in his palms he slowly and steadily rises to his full height, careful not to jostle his tiny passengers. “You guys are so soft and squishy, do you know that? And so light too. Is that normal for all humans or just you guys?” He gushes over them really wishing his translator would work so he could praise them in their own language. After a while of walking his sensors pick up five Autobot life signals heading straight towards him. Speeding up his walk a bit he shifts the kids all to one servo cupping them gently in it so that they wouldn’t fall out. After turning a corner he is greeted with a blaster to the face. “Hey, hey! Lets turn off the friendly fire huh?” He exclaims raising his free hand above his head.

“Arcee, stand down. I believe our new friend here is an ally.” Optimus commands and Arcee reluctantly lowers her blaster still glaring at the bot holding onto their human friends. “I'll explain who I am later because not only do we have Decepticons inbound i also would like to get my translator fixed so the humans can understand me and you guys don’t have to translate everything.” Optimus nods and they all bridge back to base where Ratchet leads their new ally into the med bay to fix him up.

Two hours later the new bot had been completely fixed up and the first thing he did after getting his translator working was scoop up the kids hugging them to his chassis all while telling them how adorable and squishy they are. “Friend, if you don't mind, would you now tell us who you are?” Optimus politely requests. “Oh yeah right I guess we should get that out of the way but umm, my name is Rodimus Prime.” He says rubbing the back of his neck as a chaotic flurry of denial and questions ensues.

(DUN DUN DUN! Cliffhanger baby! I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it. I want to thank @callsign-relic and @weirdofox12 for helping me with Ideas and editing!)

[watercolor-hearts]

Heart Rates in MotoGP 🫀

There’s this post about the doctor in the movie Faster (2003) comparing Valentino Rossi's and Max Biaggi’s heart rates, and Vale’s maximum being only 125 bpm while Max’s was 170 bpm was a bit unbelievable to me so I’ve decided to do some research because those who know me know this is one of my favorite topics.

What I found when searching for this topic was a gold mine for people who are interested in hearts, so I thought I’d write a post about it because I think it could be interesting for everybody, especially for new fans (like me) who don’t already know about these heart-related things in MotoGP.

Important information: I don’t have a medical background, I’m just a cardiophile/someone who’s interested in hearts so this post isn’t about the medical side of this topic, it’s only to share the interesting stuff I found.

So, according to this article (which is basically the copy of this but I found the other one earlier), the riders’ highest heart rate is typically around 160-170 beats per minute. But what makes this really interesting is that I’ve discovered that there are a few riders that are an exception because of their extreme cardiac output like Maverick Viñales, whose highest heart rate barely exceeds 130 bpm, or like Jorge Martín, who’s the opposite extreme with his heart rate reaching 200 bpm during the highest points of qualifyings and races. Both of their resting heart rates are around 40 bpm, which is surprising because I expected Jorge's to be higher.

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MotoGP began broadcasting the live heart rates of riders in 2019 with Maverick’s being shown first (as he writes it in the caption of the post above) and that was when his heart became a sensation because of it beating significantly slower than the hearts of other riders. The video above is him doing a hot lap at the 2019 Japanese GP weekend. That was when they discovered that his heart was different from the other riders’ hearts and in this video, they asked him about it because some people doubted if the monitor was accurate. (After seeing this, Vale's 125 bpm from the beginning of the post doesn't seem that unbelievable anymore.)

As you can see above, in 2020, during the Austrian GP weekend, they compared Maverick and Jack Miller’s heart rates, to which Jack’s reaction was, “I don’t know what Vinales is, a snake or something, or his heart is not working!” (jokingly) “I just saw they did a comparison and I am sitting at 160 and Vinales on 120-something. I’m sure mine wasn’t even at the highest point when I was doing those laps.”

And then Jack talked about his heart rate a bit more:

“I’ve never been in the 200s, I think the most I had in a test – and this was 3 years ago – was 199. If I’m training on the bicycle it’s 175-180. I think the best I have had on the bicycle has been 188. I think the start of the race, the lights, would be the highest point for me. And if you're in a fight especially in the first couple of laps it’ll be through the roof. Then you can sort of stabilize it around 160.  I know with the motocross bike it stays around 172. That’s my normal average for a 25-minute training moto.  Like I say, it’s not like I'm blowing out of my arse or anything like that, it’s just that Vinales is a bit of a ‘snake’! His just doesn’t work in the same way as mine… He’s got a bigger stroke, less rpm!”

And something worth mentioning here is that Maverick posted about his pre-season medical check-up and someone in the comments asked about his VO2 Max result and he answered the question in a video posted in his Instagram story (you can see it below), which was really surprising to me because I don’t usually see people openly sharing information like that.

(For reference, the average for people his age is 31-41.9, good is 42-49.9 and >50 is excellent. So his results of 64-70 are incredible.)

And some other things I found while doing some more research for this post:

Jorge talking about having an overheating problem and a heart rate of 230 bpm during the 2023 Indian GP.

Álex Rins racing with an average of 190 bpm (remember, the maximum is 160-170 bpm usually) during the 2024 Japanese GP (and finishing last despite trying really hard to get a good result).

And here is a video of Marc’s start in the 2012 Moto2 Valencia GP where his heart rate goes above 200 bpm. In this interview, he said he usually doesn’t monitor his heart rate during a race, but he did during this one. I think it was a good idea because it shows us how his heart behaves during the start, which is one of the most stressful moments of the race.

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I really enjoyed writing this post and getting to know the incredible hearts these riders have. I hope I could show something new and interesting to those who didn't know about this. Thank you for reading it! ❤

[springnote]

smut with joseph... yum..... 👁️👁️ old, young DOESN'T MATTER... you're the best for this

ooh Marie I was just thinking about him yesterday, he’s such a cute brat when he’s younger I’m gonna go with young Joseph, hope you enjoy! <3

Joseph Joestar x fem!reader smut

warnings: nsfw minors dni, fingering, dirty talk, rough-ish sex, mentions of squirting

Joseph is ridiculously strong and not only does he know it, he’s a smug ass about it whenever he can be. And when it comes to matters of intimacy? That smugness increases 120%

He insisted he could hold you up and finger you at the same time, and poor you made the mistake of giving him a shake of the head and a chuckle. You didn’t mean to doubt him, far from it, you just couldn’t believe he’d found yet another new and wild way he wanted to try sex, but he took it as a challenge. You barely got any warning that evening as you stepped through the front door with him after dinner, feeling yourself be swept off the floor as he chuckled.

“Aww, are you so shocked you can’t even form words?” He cooed teasingly, holding you with one strong arm wrapped around you while the other was hooked under your thigh. Your legs had shook as you wrapped them around his exposed abs, his tank top discarded as he pushed your dress up around your hips and your panties to the side. “Or are my fingers fucking all the sense out of you?”

You couldn’t quip back even if you tried, a weak whine coming from your throat as two of his thick fingers jackhammered in your cunt hard and fast. Your hands splayed across his chest and squeezed as he moved his thumb up to press and rub roughly every few moments, making your whole body jolt and your cunt flutter.

“C’mon lemme see your pretty fucked out face when you come baby,” he cooed again, a cheeky grin on his face as he used the strength in his arms to bounce you up and down on his fingers. “Pleeeease baby? Do you maybe need more?”

A smirk lit up his face when he moved even faster, your eyes flying open as you gave a choked cry and came all over his hand, scratching at his pecs as the orgasm crashed over you. “J-Joseph stop now please! I’m too sensitive…”

He finally pulled his hand away, licking it clean before placing a sloppy kiss on your lips. You sighed as he eventually walked to the bedroom to lay you down, your eyes fluttering shut. The bed dipped a bit as he kneeled next to you, your body shivering when he whispered in your ear:

“Why don’t I give you a minute to rest, then we head into the shower and I make you squirt on my cock, hm?”

[meowthiroth]

been meaning to post these here for AGES now but I keep forgetting to. explodes 💥

but ANYWAYS! i redid the ref art for my Stranger oc from Myst/Riven! and also finally got around to drawing the aged-up version I thought up for him between Myst 3 and 4.

also wrote out a sort of messy bio for him a while ago, which i'll put under the cut since it's kinda long lol

ACE

Basic info

• Born October 7, 1782. He is 24 during the events of Myst & Riven, 33 during Exile and 42 during Revelation.

• He stands about 5’6” (1.6m) and is around 120 lbs. Pretty scrawny and definitely built better for agility than physical power.

• He is transgender and uses he/him pronouns. That caused quite a few problems for him back home, given the social climate at the time. He really doesn’t like to discuss his past or his birth family & will quickly change the subject if asked.

• He's very kind, easygoing and silly, and he loves to help others. But he can also be quite scatterbrained, forgetful, and prone to emotional manipulation.

• While he can be a bit absent-minded at times, he’s actually quite intelligent & quick-thinking, and he excels at problem- and puzzle-solving. He often cracks Atrus’s puzzles within mere minutes, but then can't recall his thought process when asked how he did it.

• Most of his favorite pastimes involve creating and fixing things. For instance, he’s very skilled with a needle & thread, and he makes and mends all of his own clothes. Drawing is another big one for him— his journal contains a lot more doodles in the margins than actual writing.

• He also LOVES animals, especially frogs, reptiles and bugs. He’s good at reading animals' behavioral cues and often has an easier time gaining their trust than most people would.

Early life/childhood

• His birth family were early settlers in the Northwest Territory, moving out west with him in tow when he was just a small child & starting a homestead there. His family consisted of his father, mother, and 3 brothers- 2 older and 1 younger.

• His gender identity caused friction with his family later in his childhood, since they had assumed he was just a tomboyish child and would eventually grow out of it. Obviously, though, he never did.

• His refusal to adhere to his assigned gender eventually escalated to his parents viewing him as hysterical & mentally unwell. Things only continued to get worse as he grew older, which eventually led him to go on the run. He kept a low profile & travelled mostly on his own for years, pressing farther into uncharted territory in an attempt to get as far away from his family as possible, which was how he first stumbled across the Myst linking book.

Life with Atrus & family

• Despite everything Saavedro did at the start of Exile, Ace still finds himself understanding of the man's predicament (perhaps relating the experience to his own upbringing in an abstract sort of way), and he takes it upon himself to help him get home by any means necessary. He often wonders how things worked out for Saavedro after their encounter & genuinely wishes the best for him.

• Slight deviation from canon- After the events of Exile, Ace got so worried about someone else coming after Atrus and his family while he was gone that he insisted on staying with them to help keep an eye on things. He moved in with them in Tomahna and helped out, both with Atrus’s projects and just general home/family things. He sort of took up the role of another older brother figure to Yeesha.

• Over time, he begins to view Atrus & Catherine not just as friends, but sort of as a new, more accepting family. He's definitely slipped up & called them “mom” and “dad” by accident before. SEVERAL times. He was really embarrassed about it at first, although they weren't bothered by it.

• He and Atrus work well together! Although Ace can’t write his own Ages, he often helps test Atrus’s creations and suggests ways he could potentially improve them. His ideas tend to fall somewhere in between Atrus & Catherine in terms of realism- a little wacky but still somewhat grounded in reality. He’s also quick to remind Atrus to take breaks & not get TOO into his work.

• Ace also spends a lot of time back home with Catherine and Yeesha. He does a good job earning his keep by helping around the home, and he and Catherine often like to bounce ideas off of one another. He finds her creativity super impressive, and a favorite pastime of his is to try & draw various creatures and landscapes that she describes.

• Since he lives with the family in between Exile and Revelation, Ace learns about what happened to Atrus’s sons much earlier than in canon, and he often tags along with the family when they visit. Usually he doesn’t go visit the brothers by himself, since he isn’t sure how comfortable Atrus would be with that, but he has offered to deliver things like care packages to them before & he’ll often stop to chat with them for a while.

• Ace has sort of always felt drawn towards Achenar. Despite the older brother's obvious shiftiness, Ace couldn't help but feel bad for him. He'd actually collected every blue page and was going to free him before he was (thankfully) stopped by Atrus. Despite being made aware of the attempted trick, Ace still forgave Achenar pretty quickly after seeing how much he’d changed over the years, and now he's always eager to go visit him with the rest of the family. The two get along surprisingly well & become close friends over time, and Ace will often stay behind to talk to him long after the rest of the family decides to head home from their visits.

• Ace, however, has always gotten bad vibes from Sirrus ever since he first arrived on Myst. He already has a disdain for greedy rich-guy types, and Sirrus always struck Ace as very disingenuous and closed-off, which further limited their ability to connect on an emotional level. Deep down, though, Ace still has a soft spot for Sirrus, and often displays it by teasing him in a playful little-sibling sort of way. While Sirrus generally finds his jokes more annoying than amusing, it clearly isn’t malicious and at least breaks up some of his day-to-day tedium, so he begrudgingly tolerates it.

[kimaixun]

[After Office Hours] - [SKZ Yang Jeongin x M!Reader]

“Push 1 mil of epi. Charge to 120, clear!”

“You’re under arrest for attempted homicide!”

“Fire Department! Call out!”

“5,6,7,8 Music Start!”

The profession that we chose will always be the rollercoaster in our life. Be it an artist, a singer, a writer, a firefighter, a police and many more others. Each and every personnel in this world go through their own way. This was a story of two doctors, successful in their own sectors, one a cardiologist, the other a neurologist. Both worked in the same hospital, under the same boss, nothing really special except for the fact, they can never be in the same room.

Their names are Yang JeongIn and F/N M/N. Yang JeongIn was a child prodigy, following after his father footstep. He skipped a few grades, got himself into Harvard and on his way to medical school. He graduated successfully with flying colours and one would be proud of where he stood.

F/N M/N on the other hand came from the Guryong slum, a place where has long been seen as symbol of the gap between the rich and the poor in South Korea. M/N wasn’t born wealthy but, he did made it though blood, sweat and tears to where he is right now.

M/N and JeongIn met years ago, on their first year of resident. They hated each other’s gut, so much that they won’t stand a minute in a trauma room alone without killing each other. There was once when the two fought with an open patient on the operating table, almost causing a death because they didn’t realise the patient SATS were dropping in the midst of their argument. Every since then, the entire hospital knew never to put them on one case unless it was a life and death situation.

“Dr Kwan, you might want to write the following. I need an hourly Neuro check for bed 42, Mdm Lee. Make sure the post ops reports are updated by the end of the night and also, for bed 35, once the glucose level is on a standard level, you may proceed to remove the drip.” Dr Yang JeongIn, commanded his intern as they walked down the busy hallways of the hospital.

“Yes sir. It will done and dusted,” Dr Kwan, the intern saluted the doctor before parting ways.

“So, Dr Yang, it’s Friday night. TGIF. Wanna go to the club?” Kim SeungMin, a fellow doctor, asked the other as they stood beside each other at the nurse station.

JeongIn huffed and rolled his eyes, “it’s Friday, yes, TGIF but tomorrow is also my day off for the week. So I would like to drink champagne in bed as I fall asleep for the rest of the night peacefully.”

“Boooooringggg.” SeungMin pretended to yawn. “Anyways, wanna hear some gossips?”

“We are doctors, Hyung. Surgeons, not high schoolers, do we really have to gossip?”

SeungMin giggled and link an arm across JeongIn’s shoulder, “this time, yes. It’s about Dr F/N. I heard he is seeing Dr Adams, the intern.”

JeongIn quickly turned his head to the other, “what?” As much as he wanted to keep his composure, he couldn’t help but got his interest attracted.

“I was walking by the intern’s locker room and Dr Adams was announcing to the others about having pinned to the door by Dr F/N and he said, I quote ‘he’s a beast’.” SeungMin whispered.

“Who’s a beast?” Dr F/N M/N grinned as he popped beside his rival, JeongIn, passing some case files to the nurse.

“That’s my queue to leave. See ya around JeongIn.” SeungMin quickly turned to leave the two.

“Hi, Dr Yang.” M/N greeted the other, trying to ignore the fact that he could see steam rising above his head.

“Interns? Really?!” JeongIn glared at the other before smacking a case file to M/N’s chest before pushing pass the latter, bumping their shoulder hard that M/N swore it was going to drop off. M/N watches as JeongIn walks away.

“Seriously? Just a minute. A minute of you guys standing beside each other and you already wanna have each others throat?” Staff Nurse Lee MinHo shook his head appearing beside M/N.

“I said, ‘Hi’ and all he replied me was ‘Interns? Really?!’. I am confused because hell I don’t even know who the hell are the interns around here. I barely walk around the hallways during office hours and hell, I barely speak to anyone except you guys.” M/N ranted, “I said ‘Hi, Dr Yang’, I greeted him but, he looked like he was a sauna. He was FUMING.”

“One day, I just might lock the both of you in a room. Who knows you guys might just come out with little M/N’s and JeongIn’s.”

“Soon.” M/N muttered under his breath.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing.” M/N smiled, “I am officially off shift. It’s already after office hours for me but, I’ll be in the on-call room so, Hyung, please don’t let anyone enter it.”

“You know, it’s after office hours already so, you can go home,” MinHo said.

“TGIF Hyung. I’m waiting for my date.” M/N reasoned and walked away.

“Date?” MinHo asked in confusion, “wait, did you say date?!”

Meanwhile, in the Emergency Room, Yang JeongIn stared into the case file mindlessly. SeungMin’s words was roaming around his head about M/N and the intern. It couldn’t be through right? M/N wouldn’t date an intern. M/N barely walks around the hospital how could he know Dr Adams in the first place?

“Earth to Dr Yang,” Staff Nurse Han JiSung, waved his hand around in front of the doctor. “Shouldn’t you be off shift already? It’s 8pm.”

JeongIn looked to the clock and silently cursed. He was late, very late. The doctor quickly whipped out his phone seeing a few text messages from a certain someone.

‘I swear I don’t understand what you just said’

‘I beg you to explain to me please’

‘I love you, only you okay?’

‘I’ll be waiting.’

‘Where are you? Caught up on a case?’

‘Im at the lobby.’

‘Im still here.’

‘Love?’

“I need a doctor here!” A nurse called out as she pushed a middle aged man on a wheelchair into the ER. The Man was restrained to it as he yelled, struggling to break free.

“Trauma three.” JeongIn beckoned the nurse as he ran to them.

“Alex McAlester. Aged 35, the taxi driver drove him here when he started to experience nauseous and dizziness whilst on his way to the airport. He became delirious and aggressive after so.” The Nurse explained.

“Sir, my name is Yang JeongIn, I’m a doctor here, I’m going to help you but, you need to calm down.” JeongIn said. The man looked at him confused, despite the angered expression that he had. “I’m going to remove your restraints so, calm down. You are in good hands.”

JeongIn proceeded to untie one of the restraints off the man. At first the man was calmed, until JeongIn proceeded to remove the second restraints was when hell broke loose. Everything happened so fast. One second he saw the man grabbing the metal IV stand aiming towards him and the next, he was pulled back into someone’s embrace.

“No. One. Touches. My. Husband.”

As if the time had stopped, JeongIn felt his heart pounding against his chest. He looked up to see none other than his husband, F/N M/N hugging him so tightly, almost knocking the breath out of him with one hand, while the other had stopped the IV pole aimed to him.

“Get security.” M/N told the Nurse as Dr Seo ChangBin, one of their colleague and himself went to restraint the patient onto the bed again. JeongIn felt heat rushing to his cheeks as he exited the room.

“Did I just see what I just saw?” Staff Nurse MinHo eyes widened, “did he just said husband and saved you from that man like some sort of fairytale?” He scooted over to JeongIn. “You are the date?”

“What date?”

“M/N ended shift like hours ago but, insisted to be in the on-call room then he mentioned that he was waiting for his date. Now that whatever happened in front of happened, it means you are the date.” MinHo simply explained. “Are you okay?”

“I’m o—, Woah.” JeongIn was cut off when M/N exited the room, cupping his face and scanned through his body.

“Are you hurt? Did he touch you? Are you okay?”

“Im feim if yum stophw squshming maaai faceeuuu,” JeongIn mumbled.

“Oh thank goodness you are okay. My heart stopped for a second.” M/N sighed in relieve, “love, you didn’t reply my text, I got worried so I just had to come down here to find you.”

“Love?” MinHo smirked.

“We agreed to announce to the chief first.” JeongIn pouted.

“I know but, well, you can’t blame me. It’s after office hours and technically both of us are off duty.” M/N said. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I promise I am. Thank you for saving me.” JeongIn added, “I am mad at you actually. There’s rumours going around that you’re sleeping with Dr Adams.”

“Oh that!” MinHo interjected, “no no Dr Yang. You got it all wrong. The Dr Adams was referring to was the doctor who has the same name as Dr F/N. His a peds doctor. Not your man. Hell, I doubt half the hospital has knows what F/N even looked like. He barely spent his time outside of the OR.”

M/N chuckled, “and so now, we know. Are you still mad?”

“I’m Sorry,” JeongIn muttered feeling so flustered to jump into conclusion.

“It’s okay love.” M/N smiled, planting a quick kiss to JeongIn’s forehead.

“So, anyone wanna explain what is going on with this?” MinHo flailing his hand to the two of them, “just a few hours ago, or at least for as long as you’ve been here, the two of you are on each other throat. I thought one day you might really kill each other.”

“M/N and I are married. We have been for awhile now. The whole rivalry, hating thing is just a norm to us.” JeongIn explained.

“Thus, work is work. Love is love. To which why we invented our ‘after office hours’ rule.” M/N added.

“Why wasn’t I invited? I’m hurt.” MinHo gasped dramatically.

“Cause we hated each other so much and it’s fun to see all of you suffer when you are under our service.”

MinHo rolled his eyes “You guys are an evil couple.”

“We know.” M/N grinned as he links an arm across his husband’s shoulders, planting a kiss to JeongIn’s head. “Shall we go? I planned a date for us.“

“Okay sweetie.” JeongIn tiptoed to kiss M/N’s cheek.

“Disgustingly sweet.” MinHo fake gagged causing the two doctors to laugh wholeheartedly.

[thescribblings]

Hi i sat down to make a 30 minute funny haha sketch of cryptid Orion but it turned into like a 4 day piece with a whole ass story behind it instead, i made an AU of my AU, this image would take place about forty years after the future timeline portal to send Casey back in time

My AU SFFL(WG) Is a little special in a sense that the turtles are going to live closer to 120 rather than die sometime around 80.

Really long infodump under the cut

I'll be reffering to the Orion in the new AU as Leon, and SFFL(WG) Orion as, well, Orion. Akari is my future Donnie and Atlas is my future Raph.

I think ima call it ''It all went according to plan'' since, well, this is the outcome if Orion never got sneak attacked in the base that day, those claw marks never happened, everything went smoothly, they sent Casey junior to the past just like they planned.. then they didn't know what to do with themselves, the will to fight died out, they'd done it! alright, cool. what now? what happens after the end? there was nothing to fight for anymore.

This does not mean they gave up, however

Now, why does he look so different? that would be a secondary muation triggered by excess radiation, Orion did have a secondary mutation as well, which led to his teeth changing, he had some crowding and his new teeth were digging into his gums, but Akari helped with that, fixed him up. it gave him a tail, something none of his brothers have, it also affected his height, and his eyes. he's by no means the tallest of his brothers at 7'4, but all of their heights were.. well, exaggerated due to the radiation all around them, especially Leon, his height is a solid 9'1. Orion's eyes used to be brown, which you would be able to see if i ever drew lil Leo, but Leon doesn't have irises or pupils anymore, no, it's all just that bright, radioactive blue now.

So, as you can see he's a bit less.. humanoid than Orion, more exaggerated proportions, segmented shell, a slimmer and longer neck, much longer tail, his nails turned to talons- hell, he grew new talons on his heels, and spikes sprouted by his knees and elbow. his talons and spikes are protruding bones, yes, his bones sprouted out of his skin, they have a keratin coating on them very similar to his shell.

Those blue glowing markings are just straight up due to radioactivity, Orion also has them but they only appear when he's around something radioactive, he's basically a living geiger counter. Meanwhile Leon has them visible permanently.

Now, his body (thanks to Draxum) was designed to be able to withstand large amounts of radiation without getting sick, but he didn't account for almost sixty years of non-stop radiation exposure. As you can see he's crying, that's a bit odd, right? why's it blue? that would be his body's way of filtering out excess radiation, he is perpetually crying straight radioactive material. you also might have noticed his mouth from that close-up, its right side is dislocated and the cheek is torn from something getting tired of hearing him whistling to keep himself entertained a few years ago, it shut him up.

You might also have noticed his blade, it's.. kinda hard to miss, lmfao. it's about as long as he is tall, and it actually has a name, he named it 'Hope'. as you can see the handle is wrapped with his, Akari's and Atlas' masks, it's not very visible but his scarf is also tied around the base of the blade in favor of wearing it, he also used parts of the Raph prosthetic to reinforce it. Here's the blade on its own

When Casey went through that portal, no one dared follow him in fear of crashing the timeline, Casey decided to give his hockey mask to his remaining family- to Leon- as a parting gift of sorts. he wears Casey's mask around his neck to keep it safe, also as a way of remembering, he can look at the memories and data stored within it anytime his memory gets fuzzy.

His thigh prostetic is exposed, the silicone sleeve acting as replacement skin stopped fitting many, many years ago. more of his natural muscle became exposed to help accomodate his added height, along with some of the nanotech retreating into his replacement femur to make it grow with him, leading to that thigh being a bit slimmer than it otherwise would have been. there is also a bit of a blue glow from the back of his throat, which is another sign of his body having an overabundance of radiation.

If you know anything about my AU SFFL(WG), you should know that Orion has a thing called survival mode, this is an instinctual state his body entered when he didn't have enough to eat, drink or enough time to rest, for that matter. his ninpo started sustaining him, removing his hunger, his thirst, and his need for sleep. eventually draining his nipo completely, then he couldn't use it anymore (until he got to the present and they managed to convince his body that it was safe again), he spent around 11 years unable to portal or reach out to his ancestors. it came with side effects and consequences of course, and this is something that just kept getting worse for Leon, having been in survival mode for around 49 years, he basically doesn't eat at all anymore unless he stumbles upon something mildly edible, mildly edible is usually something alive. he has nothing to drink and he has nowhere safe to sleep.

He's in a lot of pain from the changes his body went through, and his whole jaw situation definitely doesn't help with eating.

Mentally, he's very vacant. He is still there, still intelligent, he just needs safety to really.. come back, i suppose.

I think that covers the basics of this side AU i made, that is all

Have nice day

[final-girl96]

Killer Geek Proluge

September 28, 1995

Maureen Prescott stood at the front, watched as her secret lover got in his, and back out of her driveway. Her husband was gone on a business trip. Her daughter was out with her friends soon to return. Once Cotton Weary's car disappeared out of her sight, she shut the door and walked up the stairs to the bedroom she shared with her husband and climbed into bed. Unknown to her, there were two teenage boys hiding in her closet.

Stu Macher and Billy Loomis waited in Billy's girlfriend, Sidney's, bedroom. They watched as Cotton Weary and Maurren walked out of the master bedroom and down the stairs. They waited until they were out of sight before quietly sneaking across the hall and I to Maureen's bedroom, hiding in her closet and waiting for her to come back upstairs.

Billy had found out a month ago why his mother had left him and his sister alone with his father. A man had found him and showed him a video of his father at a hotel not far from Sunrise Studios. He stood outside of a room on the second level, and when the door opened, Billy was in complete shock at first before anger took over. His girlfriend's mother, Maureen Prescott, opened the door and kissed his father before pulling him into the room.

They had been having an affair for weeks, maybe months. He didn't know who the stranger that showed him the video was, just that he wanted revenge on Maureen and came up with a crazy scheme to kill her. Billy fought with himself for days just thinking about it. But the more he did, the more it pissed him off. So he took the strangers advice and recruited his best friend Stu Macher. He was easy to manipulate into doing anything.

He also knew that deep down, Stu had a dark side to him. The stranger suggested having a partner, so if something went wrong, he had someone to put all the blame on. He was hoping he wouldn't have to do that, but he would if it meant getting away. At first, he joked around with Stu. They watched a bunch of horror movies one night at Stu's place, and he casually brought up how it would feel to kill someone.

Stu was all for it talking about how he'd sometimes imagine stabbing someone and what it would feel like the hit bone. He told Billy that when he would go hunting with his dad how he would sometimes imagine that he was gutting a person instead of a deer. Billy knew he chose the right person to be his partner. "What if we actually did it? We could watch a bunch of movies, take notes, make up a plan, and follow through."

At first Stu laughed it off like he was joking. "I'm serious. If we do it right we won't get caught. Just one person, just to see how it feels and that's it. Come on, man, you can't say you wouldn't love to do it. You're just as fucked up as I am." Stu thought about it for a few minutes before slowly nodding and letting a huge grin spread across his face. "Yeah, okay, let's do it. But who would we kill?" Billy sat back, smiling at the thought of finally getting his revenge.

That's how they ended up where they are now. Just a little convincing on his end that if Maureen were to stay around, she could possibly break up Stu's mom and dad. Sure, his parents were never home, but his parents were happy together and loved their kids. It took a little effort to convince him, but eventually, Stu agreed. After all, everyone in town knew Maureen Prescott was a whore.

When she walked back into the bedroom, crawled into bed, and turned the lights out, the boys waited for ten more minutes before they quietly opened the closet doors and hovered over the queen sized bed. They both gripped a Buck 120 hunting knife with an eight inch blade in their gloved hand. Billy pulled him up until it was level with the side of his face and brought it down hard, stabbing Maureen in the chest. Her eyes shot open at the sudden white hot pain that shot through her.

Before she got the chance to scream, Billy stabbed her again and again. Stu gripped his knife, wrapping both hands around the handle, bringing it up over his head, and bringing it down into her stomach. He repeated his actions one, two, three, four more times before stepping back. They both watched as she slid from the bed, falling onto the beige carpet, staining red with blood.

They let her think she could make it to the door by pulling herself across the floor before stabbing her repeatedly again. When she was finally dead, Stu cut her from groin to sternum, gutting her and leaving her like that. Billy looked across the room and smiled when he saw the dark blue dress coat on the chair in the corner. Cotton Weary had left it there, forgetting to pick it up and taking it with him. It was perfect. They had already planned on framing him. This just helped them succeed in it.

When they heard a car door shut outside, Billy slipped the coat on, and they rushed downstairs. Stu snuck out the patio door on the opposite side of the house so as to not be seen while Billy waited for Sidney to get closer. He wanted her to see him leave wearing the jacket so when they found it in Cotton's car, she would identify him as the one she saw leaving the night of the murder.

When everything was all said and done, Stu dropped Billy off at home, his sister was alone, and his father was still at his office. He couldn't wait to see the news in the morning. He would rush to Sidney's side and comfort her and be there for her. He would act as a supportive boyfriend. Only that wouldn't be enough for her to pull away from him later one when they word got out that not only was Maureen Prescott brutally murdered, but was also raped beforehand.