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thyras · 3 days ago

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→ of truths & lies

PAIRING → halbrand | sauron x female!elf!reader

WORD COUNT → 5.8k words

SERIES → of sauron & the moriquendi

WARNINGS → angst, sauron being the clever deceiver as always even if it comes with a cost

SUMMARY → after centuries apart, you finally reuinte with your husband, but the man you find is not the man you had once wished for or so it seems.

AUTHORS NOTE → had some time to finish this chapter (which is actually surprising) i am so sorry if you came here for reunion smut, but there is so much plot armor that prevents it. i'm sorry guys, but now things will be rolling and i have something cooking up my sleeve so that we can get that sweet sweet reunion smut.

PARTS → one // two // three // four // five // six // eight

This day began as any other, but the unsettling tremor of the earth beneath your feet sent a chill through the air. It was not merely the shift of stone or soil but something deeper, something primal, that made the very breath of life seem to falter. The stillness that followed, as if the world itself was holding its breath, filled your heart with dread.

You had felt this before. Long ago, in those first days of awakening, when the earth moved in great upheavals and darkness seeped into the cracks of the world. Back then, the beasts that roamed Yavanna’s lands began to change, their forms twisting into something darker, more malevolent. The memory was sharp, like the edge of a blade, and now the same foreboding crept into your soul.

It was unmistakable—Yavanna’s creations were in pain. The trees, the beasts, the very land itself groaned with an ancient sorrow, and as a careful observer, you felt it too. The hurt was not merely external; it reached into the core of you, into the threads that bound you to the earth. It was as if the harmony of creation had been disrupted, its melody replaced by an ominous, discordant hum.

The ache in your chest deepened as you stood there, still and listening, attuned to the unseen. Whatever this was, it was not natural. Something was coming, something that would wound the world once more.

You turned as Mirdania approached, her presence calm and grounding, like a steady light in the growing shadow of your thoughts. She stood beside you silently for a moment, her gaze watchful and discerning. You could feel her unspoken question even before she spoke, the subtle tension in her aura betraying her concern.

“Is something troubling you?” she asked finally, her voice soft and careful, as though she feared the weight of your answer.

You offered her a gentle smile, one that seemed to reassure her but did little to ease the gnawing dread in your heart. “No, I am well,” you said, the words steady but fragile.

Mirdania seemed to accept your response, nodding slightly, but the truth lingered just beneath the surface. You knew what was coming, a storm you had long feared would finally break.

Mairon.

Once, he had been everything his name promised: good, righteous, and kind. A reflection of the brilliance and harmony he sought to bring to the world. But Sauron—the shadow he had become—scorched and burned all that lay before him. His name carried the weight of destruction, and the centuries apart had only deepened your certainty. He had succumbed to the very madness he had once fought to escape, turning away from the light you had once shared.

The promise he had made to you, the vow to return and make things right, to bring you a means to heal the curse that separated you both—it felt so hollow now. Words that had once been a lifeline now echoed with emptiness.

In the centuries since his departure, you had found solace in unexpected places. Celebrimbor, with his boundless curiosity and warmth, had offered you a home within the forge, a place to create and rebuild. Elrond’s quiet wisdom and steady friendship had reminded you of the peace that could come from healing, both for yourself and your people.

What began as a journey of guilt—an effort to mend what had been broken—had blossomed into something more. You had healed not only yourself but also the scars left on your kin. You had brought light back to a people who had suffered for far too long, and in doing so, you had found a sense of happiness and contentment you thought lost forever.

And yet, in the quiet corners of your heart, the shadow of what was coming remained. A part of you still longed for the man Mairon had been, even as you braced yourself for the reckoning with the darkness he had become.

You loved him. With your whole being, in fact, and each time he came to you in your dreams, it chipped away at the resolve you had painstakingly built over the centuries. You were his weakness, the light he could never fully extinguish, but Sauron—he was yours as well.

The promise of helping him heal, of finding a way to turn him back toward the light, was intoxicating. It stirred something deep within your elven soul, the innate desire to mend, to nurture, to restore. It was a seductive hope, one that whispered of redemption and reunion. But you knew it was also a dangerous game—a fragile, treacherous balance. You had to keep your mind strong and your heart guarded, for to give in could mean losing yourself entirely.

Mairon had loved you with everything he was, with a depth and passion that had once brought light and harmony to your world. His love had been pure, unwavering, and beautiful.

But Sauron coveted you.

And that was what truly terrified you. The line between the two was so thin, so blurred by the shadow that had consumed him, that you no longer knew where one ended and the other began. Was Mairon still there, hidden beneath the layers of darkness, or had he been lost entirely?

That uncertainty haunted you. It made the love you still carried for him both a source of strength and a weapon that could destroy you.

You glance back at Celebrimbor and Elrond, their conversation carrying the quiet tension of minds bent on solving an impossible problem. No doubt, they were speaking of the task you had all failed to complete—the preservation of the elves on these shores. When Gil-galad had summoned you and Celebrimbor to Lindon, shown you the withering tree, and laid bare the dire situation now threatening your people, the weight of it had been staggering.

The gleaming shores of Valinor would remain out of reach, the white ships nothing more than distant dreams. But in truth, you had long since accepted that you would never see them. You were tied to Middle-earth in a way that could not be severed, anchored to its shadows by the love you bore for a being who had become one with the darkness.

Even if the call of the West had been open to you, you knew in your heart you would not have boarded those ships.

Since your awakening, this land had been your home, your solace. You had been drawn to its wild beauty, felt comfort in its glades and harmony in its flowing waters. You had walked its forests, marveled at its mountains, and cherished the splendor even in the darkest corners. For in those shadows, light still found a way to seep through, revealing a beauty that could not be extinguished.

It was here, in the heart of Middle-earth, that you felt most alive. And even now, with the shadow of your husband looming and the weight of your people’s plight pressing heavily upon you, you would not abandon it. You would endure, as you always had, finding strength in the beauty and resilience of the world you had chosen to remain a part of.

“Thilwen?” Celebrimbor’s voice called to you, gentle but firm, pulling you from the depths of your thoughts. Your quiet reverie shattered at the sound, and you blinked, grounding yourself once more in the present. Mirdania, ever perceptive, gave you a small nod of understanding before stepping away, allowing you to move toward the two elves waiting for you.

But as your foot touched the first step down, a searing pain shot through your wrist—a fire you hadn’t felt in nearly an Age. It was sharp, sudden, and all-consuming, forcing a gasp from your lips. Your fingers instinctively grabbed the hem of your robe’s sleeve, pulling it down tightly, as though the fabric could shield you from the unbearable heat coursing up your arm.

The nauseating pain was relentless, clawing at you, but you forced yourself to stand straight, fighting against the overwhelming sensation. You lifted your head to look at Celebrimbor, his expression shifting to one of concern as he noticed your hesitation.

Then, the sound of hooves echoed through the courtyard, and your attention snapped toward the commotion. Two horses rode in, their riders cloaked and unfamiliar in the haze of your discomfort. But it wasn’t the sight of them that stopped you—it was the song of your fëa.

It swelled suddenly, unexpectedly, a harmony that resonated deep within you, pulling at your very soul. You took a few hurried steps toward the riders, your heart pounding with a mixture of hope and dread. But the burning in your wrist grew unbearable, each step amplifying the pain until it became too much.

You stopped, just a few paces away, your breath shallow as you clutched your arm. The searing heat of the mark felt as if it might consume you entirely, and for a moment, the harmony of your fëa seemed to twist into a dissonance, leaving you frozen, torn between the overwhelming pull toward the riders and the agony coursing through you.

This could mean only one thing.

He was here.

Your eyes locked on the man barely conscious atop his horse, his form slumped and weary. Yet, even in his weakened state, your fëa surged toward him, the ancient threads of your bond weaving together in a harmony so powerful that, for a fleeting moment, the world around you fell away. The song, the resonance that had always taken your breath away, enveloped you, leaving nothing but the aching pull of your soul reaching out to his.

The fire in your wrist seemed to fade into the background, forgotten in the overwhelming sensation. You watched as the guards moved quickly, assisting him off the horse and beginning to lead him toward the forge.

“What has happened?”

Celebrimbor’s voice broke through the trance, snapping you back to reality. You turned toward him, but your focus was drawn almost immediately back to the man being carried forward. His head lifted briefly, and for the first time in nearly a thousand years, your gaze met the brilliant green of those emerald eyes that had captivated you so completely.

A small, trembling smile touched your lips, and you fought back the tears threatening to fall. Relief flooded through you at the sight of him, even in this different form.

Mori.

His tired voice echoed in your mind, a soft, familiar breath of thought that made your heart seize. You nodded outwardly, unable to speak, but the motion was enough. A faint, relieved smile graced his lips before his head fell back, and the guards carried him inside.

You forced yourself to move, your steps steady despite the trembling in your limbs. As you approached the group, Celebrimbor turned to you, his sharp brow raised in suspicion. He had noticed your hesitation, the way you had faltered. His silent question hung between you.

You waved him off quickly, offering a fleeting smile of reassurance. Without waiting for further scrutiny, you followed the others—Galadriel and Elrond already moving ahead—into the forge. The air felt heavier, each step bringing you closer to the inevitable reunion you had both dreaded and longed for.

For it would be a painful one indeed.

You gazed on as the healers left, their quiet footsteps fading into the distance, leaving only the faint hum of the room behind. You stood just outside the door, your hand resting lightly on the frame, hesitant to step inside. The shadows within seemed to call to you, their whispers threading through the air like dark tendrils reaching toward you.

The mark on your wrist flared faintly, the dark tendrils crawling slowly up your arm. Though still light enough that no elf would notice, you knew the truth. The longer you lingered here, the darker and stronger their pull would become.

He lay genuinely asleep for the first time in what felt like an Age, lulled into rest by the soft pull of your connection. It was a rare sight, one that brought a bittersweet ache to your chest. Watching him now, peaceful and unguarded, you couldn’t help but remember the golden days when it had been the reverse. He would often watch you sleep, his gaze warm and filled with quiet reverence.

“You calm me,” he had once said, his voice a soft murmur as his fingers brushed your hair. “To see you like this, lost in your dreams with no fear of danger—it gives me peace.”

In those days, his embrace had been the one place where you felt truly safe, the weight of the world melting away in the circle of his arms.

But now?

Now you couldn’t even step into the same room as him without feeling the searing pain of the curse creeping up your arm, its dark magic a barrier between you. The thought of what it would feel like if he touched you now—if his skin met yours—made you shudder. You couldn’t bear to think of the agony it might bring, or the fragile peace it might shatter.

So this was what it had come to: stolen glances from doorways and fleeting moments where the barriers seemed less insurmountable. It reminded you, achingly, of the early days when he had first taken up at the forge. Back then, you had both danced around the undeniable pull of your fëar, avoiding what had been so clearly written in the fabric of your souls.

Now, it felt like you were back to that place, separated not by hesitation, but by a darkness neither of you could fully conquer. Still, as you lingered just a moment longer, watching him sleep, you couldn’t deny the faint flicker of hope buried deep within you—that perhaps, someday, you might find your way back to the light together.

That these stolen moments would not last forever and once more you would be able to lie with each other in a golden bed of light and happiness.

“Is our guest well?” Celebrimbor’s voice called softly, pulling you away from the doorframe. You straightened, offering him a polite smile as he approached.

“It would seem so,” you replied lightly, your tone calm and measured.

Celebrimbor studied you for a moment, his sharp eyes flickering with something unspoken. It wasn’t unusual for him to observe so keenly, but today, his attention lingered longer than usual.

“Is there something I missed?” you asked, raising a brow at him.

“No,” he said with a slight shake of his head, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. There was a faint amusement in his expression, as though some private thought had struck him.

You narrowed your eyes at him, suspicious of his mirth, but he simply waved you off with a smile. “It’s just that, for a moment there, you looked… happy again. Genuinely elated.”

Heat flushed your cheeks at his words, a warmth you couldn’t quite suppress. You turned away from the frame, brushing past him with deliberate nonchalance, though your thoughts raced.

“That would be something, wouldn’t it,” you murmured, your voice low, almost wistful.

It was Celebrimbor’s turn to raise a brow, curiosity flickering across his face, but before he could press further, you waved him off with a dismissive gesture. “Forget I said anything. Have a nice evening, my lord.”

You gave him a light bow before turning down the corridor, your steps brisk as you made your way toward your rooms. The faint echo of his voice and the warmth of his observation lingered in your mind, even as you disappeared into the quiet sanctuary of your quarters.

He watched from the shadows, as he always did, his form cloaked in the dim light of the room as you sat at the table in Celebrimbor’s study. You were engrossed, your quill moving steadily across the parchment, your mind clearly lost in thought. He wished not to startle you, though the longing in his chest threatened to overwhelm him. The sight of you, so serene, so focused, felt like a cruel twist of fate—a repetition of history wrapped in bittersweet fantasy.

After an Age apart, he had found you once more, and you were just as beautiful as the day he had first seen you in that glade, bathed in the dappled sunlight. His dark heart hammered in his chest, a sensation unfamiliar and raw, as a soft smile played across your lips. You paused for a moment, lost in thought, and the sight of that fleeting expression nearly undid him.

He resisted the urge to invade your mind, knowing it would reveal his presence, yet he couldn’t help but feel the pull. Could it truly be called spying when you were his? His Moriquendi, his dark elven maiden, basking now in the golden morning light of a peace he had not seen in you since the days of Laureandor. You were radiant, a harmony of light and shadow that captivated him in ways words could never express.

“Thilwen, have you finished?” Celebrimbor’s voice broke the quiet, drawing your attention.

You turned toward him, smiling warmly, the kind of smile Sauron had once received, and now could only watch from afar.

“Yes,” you said, holding up the parchment and offering it to Celebrimbor.

Sauron’s gaze darkened, his eyes narrowing as he watched the exchange. A surge of rage bubbled within him, fierce and sharp, as Celebrimbor’s eyes lingered on you. It was a look Sauron knew all too well—a look he had seen others give you in times past. It clawed at him, jealousy and anger intertwining, burning through the veneer of calm he struggled to maintain.

“I do believe this is our best plan, but it is mine, and we all know how—”

“He finds your methods unorthodox, but your plans always work,” Celebrimbor finished, a soft chuckle in his tone as he glanced at the page. “Two rings. That is interesting.”

“Their size makes them practical,” you explained, your voice bright with confidence. “Small and easily forged. With some simple molding, it should work.”

Sauron’s eyes flickered to the moment Celebrimbor placed his hand on your shoulder, his touch lingering in a way that felt all too familiar. The rage within him surged, threatening to spill over as he watched you smile up at Celebrimbor, your expression radiant.

He clenched his fists, the shadows around him stirring faintly as he fought the urge to step forward. You were his light, his balance, and yet here you were, standing so close to another, sharing a connection that he could not yet reclaim. The battle within him raged silently as he continued to watch, caught between his longing and the fury that simmered just beneath the surface.

His anger bubbled over, pushing him to step into the study. Your gaze snapped to him immediately, and he saw your right hand slip beneath the table. He knew why—you must have felt the burning ache in your wrist flare up at his presence. That subtle movement stalled his approach momentarily, the tension in the air palpable.

“I’m sorry to intrude,” Sauron said, his voice smooth, though the intensity in his eyes betrayed his inner turmoil. His gaze lingered on you for a moment too long, as if he couldn’t tear himself away. Your light was almost overwhelming, so bright it made him ache, but he endured it willingly if it meant he could continue to look upon you. “But is Galadriel here?”

“No,” Celebrimbor replied, shaking his head.

You moved with purpose, gathering your parchments and shoving them hastily into a tome beside you. The deliberate way you avoided looking at him only fueled the fire simmering in his chest. “Shouldn’t you be resting?” Celebrimbor asked, his attention shifting to Sauron as you reached for the tome and a small rectangular box on the table.

“I’ll be waiting in the forge,” you said briskly, bowing slightly to Celebrimbor. “Shall I get my lord Elrond?”

Celebrimbor nodded in agreement, and you made for the door, your strides careful and measured to avoid brushing against Sauron in any way. As you passed him, you curtsied slightly, a gesture that was more perfunctory than gracious.

But his voice stopped you.

“Where does a fine lady such as yourself come by such knowledge of a craft like smithing?”

Sauron’s gaze bore into you as you turned to face him, your expression calm but your eyes blazing with a fire he recognized all too well. It was a fire he longed to stoke, to see what secrets lay beneath it. He wondered how much of him you had shared with these people, and if they knew the depth of the connection you had tried to bury.

Before you could speak, Celebrimbor stepped forward, answering for you.

“My lady, Thilwen,” he began, a note of pride in his voice, “is quite the expert in her husband’s craft.”

“Is she now?”

“She is,” Celebrimbor said, stepping past both of you and moving into the forge. “The great Morion, a smith I had wished to meet but never got the chance.”

You swallowed hard, the weight of the name sinking into you as it always did. You turned your gaze away from Sauron’s, clearly uncomfortable with the interaction, though your fingers gripped the tome and box so tightly your knuckles had turned white.

“Of Laureandor?” Sauron asked, his tone smooth, though his words carried a deliberate weight.

Celebrimbor nodded with a smile. “Indeed. His work was legendary among my kin.”

“The master I apprenticed under spoke highly of his craft,” Sauron said smoothly, his golden eyes shifting to you. “And of yours as well, my lord.”

Your grip on the objects in your hands tightened even further, though you remained silent, the tension radiating off you palpable.

“You’re a smith?” Celebrimbor asked, a trace of disbelief in his voice as he glanced at Sauron.

Sauron nodded, his expression calm, almost humble. “I am,” he said simply, as though the admission were nothing extraordinary.

Celebrimbor’s intrigue was evident, his mind clearly turning over the implications. But Sauron’s attention remained on you, his gaze lingering with an intensity that made it clear he hadn’t forgotten who you were—or what you had been to him.

“My husband was hardly the great man you believe he was, my lord,” you said, your voice steady though your gaze flickered with tension. You turned your eyes to Celebrimbor, finding just enough courage to move once more.

Behind you, Sauron chuckled softly to himself. Even after all these ages, you were still an awful liar, and Celebrimbor, sharp as ever, saw through you with ease.

“He disappeared one night,” you continued, your tone carefully measured. “Some thought he was taken by the Shadow itself for his mastery of skill.” You paused deliberately, then turned your gaze back to him, locking eyes with Sauron.

The weight of your next words bore into him like a blade, meant for him and him alone. “I personally think he was a coward, for I asked him for something—apparently too great a task for him—and he ran. Like the red-headed coward he was.”

Your voice sharpened, and as you stood taller, your light flared ever so slightly against the darkness emanating from him. The air between you seemed to crackle, the opposing forces of light and shadow ebbing and flowing, pushing and pulling in a battle as old as time.

Sauron held back a snarl, his eyes narrowing at your remark. Coward? The accusation cut deep, though he refused to let it show. He had been many things when it came to you, but a coward was not one of them.

How dare you think so.

The fire in his chest burned hotter, but he quelled it for now, his lips curving into a cold smile instead.

“If you will excuse me, gentlemen, I must go find Herald Elrond,” you said, your voice steady though laced with a faint edge of irritation. Your fingers released their tight grip on the tome and box, placing them carefully on the workbench.

“Of course, my lady,” Sauron replied smoothly, inclining his head in a polite bow. “It was a pleasure meeting you.”

Without another word, you turned and swept out of the forge, your movements quick and purposeful. The flurry of your departure echoed in the corridor as your figure disappeared from view.

Sauron’s gaze lingered on the space where you had stood, watching until you were entirely gone. The tension in the air lingered, your anger still palpable, even in your absence. He couldn’t deny that it was warranted, your words sharp and cutting in their truth. But the accusation you had made, of his cowardice, gnawed at him more deeply than he had anticipated.

He clenched his fists at his sides, his thoughts churning. You had every right to be angry. He had fled, leaving you behind to face the shadows alone. But what you didn’t see—what he wished he could show you—was the cost of that choice.

For five centuries, he had endured a primordial existence, consumed by the weight of his failure and the loss of you. He had wandered, a broken fragment of himself, holding onto a single thread of hope: the promise he had made to you, the promise to return, to make things right.

Every thought, every breath, every step he had taken in that darkened state had been for you. And now, here you were, so close yet so far, and the bitterness in your voice made him wonder if that promise still held any meaning for you.

Sauron’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing slightly. The game was far from over, but he would not leave you with the final word. Not yet. Not until he had the chance to remind you of who he had been—and who he still could be, for you.

You let out a slow breath as you sank onto the stone bench nestled just inside the courtyard by the river. The sound of the flowing water was soothing, its steady rhythm a balm for your weary mind and aching heart. Yet, as the sun dipped lower toward the horizon, its warm light fading into the embrace of twilight, you couldn’t escape the crushing weight of your own words.

The anger you had unleashed upon him burned in your chest, uncalled for, yet impossible to ignore. You had been so happy to see him, so desperate to feel that connection again. But he was not the being you had once known. The Mairon you had loved with every fiber of your being was gone, replaced by the deceiver your kin had feared for so long. The slithering serpent of shadow and fire burned brightly behind those all-too-familiar green eyes.

You had clung to the hope that some light might remain within him, a spark that could be coaxed back to brilliance. But now, as you replayed every glance, every word exchanged, you felt that hope slipping through your fingers. The truth was undeniable—there was no light left to alter him.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the faint burn on your wrist, the telltale sign of his approach.

“You are so predictable,” his voice broke the stillness, startling you. You turned sharply to look at him, your heart leaping into your throat as you caught sight of him. His coppery hair glimmered in the dimming light, a reminder of another time, another place. He moved to sit on the steps a few paces from you, keeping his distance, as though aware his presence alone was enough to cause you pain.

“Always sitting with a book among Yavanna’s creations,” he mused, a playful edge to his tone.

“I am among great companions, my lord,” you replied, a faint smile tugging at your lips. The words were familiar, echoing from long ago, and for a moment, the weight in your chest lightened.

The silence that followed stretched between you, heavy with unspoken truths, until you finally broke it. Turning your gaze to the horizon, you watched as the last rays of the sun dipped below the edge of the world. “Your silvery tongue is not going to get you out of this one.”

His chuckle was warm, rich, and maddeningly familiar. The sound ran up your spine, stirring your heart against your will.

“I did not think it would,” he admitted, his lips curving into a wry smile. “But it was worth a try.”

You shook your head, still facing away from him, unable to meet the weight of his gaze. His eyes bore into you, unrelenting, focused solely on you and not the beauty of the setting sun behind you.

“Mairon,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper, your resolve cracking. Even as his name left your lips, you refused to turn, to let him see the storm of emotions threatening to overtake you. “I cannot go through this again. I’ve spent centuries in grief for you.”

Your throat tightened as tears welled in your eyes, threatening to spill. You fought them back, though the ache in your chest grew heavier with every word. What you were about to say would cut deeply, for both of you, but it had to be said.

“You destroyed everything in my world, all for what?”

The question hung in the air between you, raw and piercing. Your voice trembled as you spoke, the pain behind your words unmistakable. The weight of the past—the ruin he had left in his wake, the love he had once promised, and the endless grief that had consumed you—pressed down on you like a shroud.

And still, you didn’t turn. You couldn’t bear to see his face, to watch the shadow of his reaction to the truth he needed to hear.

“Mori,” he breathed, his voice carrying a weight that made it almost a sigh.

You shot up from the bench, the darkness in your fëa surging with a ferocity you hadn’t felt in ages. It coursed through you, unrelenting, as if responding to his very presence.

“No,” you said forcefully, your voice cutting through the silence as you met his gaze head-on. “You do not get to come back into my life and think all is forgiven.”

His eyes widened slightly, startled by the intensity of your reaction, but then softened as he watched the raw emotions playing across your face.

“You… You destroyed our home, our life, and our future for the meager promise of glory,” you said, your voice trembling with the force of your words. “You ran from me—”

His eyes darkened in an instant, his expression hardening as a sharp edge crept into his voice. “I did not run from you,” he snarled, his tone low but fierce. “I saved you because I failed you, Mori.” His gaze flicked briefly to your wrist, the mark hidden beneath your sleeve. “I could not protect you as I had promised. So I did the only thing I could—I played the faithful servant and did as I was commanded to do.”

He stepped closer to you, the space between you shrinking with every word. You thrust your hand out instinctively, willing him to stop, but he didn’t.

When your palm connected with his chest, the pain seared through you, sharp and unrelenting. You flinched but held your ground, refusing to yield.

“I burned worlds,” he continued, his voice heavy with emotion. “Scorched the very earth you loved because I needed time—time and resources to break his curse over you.”

You looked up at him, the heat of his words mingling with the intensity of his gaze. In that moment, despite the shadow that loomed over him, you swore you saw Mairon—hidden beneath the long lashes, buried in the glow of his emerald eyes.

“I tore that city, our city, down,” he said, his voice thick with anguish. “I hoped it would appease him, that he would lift the curse. But it was too late. They had found him, and I fled. I tried to repent, Mori. With all my heart, I wanted to atone for my sins, hoping they would grant us a life together.”

“Mai—” Your voice broke, your throat tightening as his name caught in your throat.

“I endured everything for you, my light,” he said, his tone softer now, though no less heavy with emotion. “But I could not take their word for it, so I took it upon myself to find the answer. And now,” he whispered, his fingers brushing your cheek to wipe away the tears you hadn’t realized were falling, “I am here to complete my promise.”

“Not this way,” you breathed, your voice trembling as you shook your head. His fingers, warm and unyielding, captured your chin, gently forcing your gaze upward.

Your eyes flickered down to the mark on your wrist, and dread filled your chest as you saw the tendrils had darkened, spreading more than they ever had before. The pain was no longer isolated; it intertwined with the ache in your heart, a relentless torment threatening to pull you into the Void itself.

“We can never be together, Mairon,” you said, your voice breaking as your gaze searched his, desperate for something you couldn’t name. “Not as long as you are this way.”

His golden eyes flickered in response, a shadow of anguish passing through them, but you pressed on. “I can bear the pain of this mark,” you continued, your voice firmer now, “but I cannot bear the pain of watching you succumb to this madness. My heart can only take so much grief.”

You pulled away from his touch, the separation aching more than you cared to admit. Without looking back, you moved past him, your fingers gripping the skirt of your gown tightly as you climbed the steps back toward the city.

“Mornelótë,” he breathed, the name rolling off his tongue with such reverence that it stopped you in your tracks.

It was the name he had known you first as, the name that wrapped around his lips in such a way that always caused you to falter. You turned slowly, your chest tight, and saw him standing there, holding the book you hadn’t even realized you had dropped.

His hand moved across the cover, brushing away the dirt from its ancient leather with a care that was achingly familiar. The gesture was raw, so reminiscent of that first meeting that it made your heart twist painfully.

You swallowed hard and moved back toward him, your steps hesitant.

“I never wished to dim your light,” he said softly, his voice filled with a sorrow that felt almost tangible. “Nor did I ever wish to hurt you so.”

Your fingers gripped the book tightly as he extended it to you, his words hanging heavily in the space between you. It was almost a silent acceptance, a small acknowledgment of the truth in his words. But it would take more than silvery words and tender gestures for you to forgive him—let alone forget.

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lillybearrie · 8 months ago

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I love this story I love these characters but it's time for a new story to begin. Time to turn the page. Time to close this chapter in our lives and start anew.

And know that even tho it's over it's not gone it lives on through us, the fans and creators alike this story will forevermore live on through our memories, though our art, through our videos, through our words, and through our actions moving forward.

Fable will always be apart of some of us i know it will always be apart of me. I am where I am today because of this community, these creators and this story. A fundamental part of me has been shaped by Fable and I will forever be grateful to have Found this story found this community and later... found my family. And it is the magic that this story produced that strive to replicate a fraction of in my own works.

As long as we remember it as long as we talk about it Fable is never really over it's never really the end just a new beginning.

#this is how i cope 🕺💃#wonder if i can use these memories to help me cry in lore /hj #i am so greatful to have found this series #i cannot thank those responsible enough #nor do i think i will ever be able to express that thanks properly #regardless #thank you fable smp #for everything

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phoenix-before-the-flame · 4 months ago

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I’m watching one piece, and now I’m wondering do you have any hcs on the world building in the fairy tail universe ? Do you think theirs some crazy kingdom’s , advanced technology in some lands ? Love to hear your thoughts 💗

hmmmmmmmmmmm kinda a bit of a deep question tbh.

Structurally FT has good bones for its world. And that's kinda it lol

There's a fleshed out map of all the countries within the continent that fiore is found on (Ishgar, which has 16 named countries apart from fiore itself) and expanding wider than that we know that there are about 3 named continents (Ishgar to the east being a peninsula connected to the mainland that we know nothing of, Alakitasia to the west where Alavarez is and Guiltina to the north) and a fourth unnamed continent further east that exists within earthland.

But while we have all this info, nothing in particular comes into play as the series had progressed, the majority of the series' arcs all more or less take place within the same country, which for a series that has it's characters constantly travelling for missions looks particularly bad, especially when even the known locations all visually seem indistinct from each other in terms of stuff like architecture. It's a reason why I appreciate edolas in particular because it at least offered something that visually stood out and an insight into how that culture functioned. (and in Phoenix Priestess for the small montage the squad in the city of Rose Garden and showing a bit of the country Veronica)

Like it is frustrating to me whenever I think on it because the solution would be just to change the locations of where they travel to just to expand the background of the places travelled, wouldn't even have to change arc structures or anything to give some life to the named countries like:

Joya despite its small size as a country is the main manufacturers of trains and exports the majority of the transportation other countries use as well as weapons. Wizards are less found here, with treasure hunting being a more popular job choice.

Sin, despite the ironic name, is a deeply religious and faith driven country. Magics that have connection to nature and celestial bodies are particularly revered here.

Desierto mostly deals with trade, having constantly active shipping ports. Enchanted items such as brooms and carpets are popular and easy transport choices within cities and are more widely used than vehicles.

Iceberg's largely uninhabited due to the weather with most of the population sticking closer to the country's borders.

Like this is all just purely flavour text examples to just try and bring some life to these otherwise lifeless locations but you get the general gist of it.

There was clearly this effort to establish these locations by giving then names (and drawing a full on map) so it always boggled me that they were never properly used as a backdrop for the arcs within the story. (Tower of Heaven? Move that arc to Sin, Lucy's arc with Loke? Takes place in Stella, That arc with the giant village? Put it in Minstrel).

Like shifting around major arc locations would easily open up avenues to naturally expand the world as the story moves. And not even just big arcs, but smaller less grand filler arcs (which jesus christ did ft rlly need because it defs need breathing room between all the big events. It's why the story moves at such a breakneck speed without things really feeling as though they've changed in any meaningful ways) would do wonders to make earthland feel like a genuine lived in world (like how it is within the world of one piece that you cited as an inspo for this ask.)

#fairy tail #fairy tail headcanon #i know this ask probably was sent more in the vein of asking for headcanons about the different places #but i am firmly of the belief that if im going to fully rewrite and worldbuild for an existing series #i may as well just create my own thing yknow?#not to knock anyone else who does that ofc but full rewrites and complete changes to an established property arent really for me #bcus all that effort i think could be put into making my own series if i so choose #with regards to your citing of one piece #whilst similar in general tone one piece is purely built on establishing each location #taking time to learn the culture ppl and the political climate of each area #because it in turn feeds into the overarching theme of corruption within that story #so while in one piece it's necessary to know about each land for something lower scale like ft such heavy information #wouldnt be a necessity bcus it wouldnt help to further the base theme of found family and friendship #instead having it expounded on in small drops as the characters go about their jobs (or just general lives) would benefit the story as it i #while also being more than the bare minimum given to us by canon that we have #one piece is a great story with how its world is shaped but that scale is grand and isnt something that should be applied to every story #unless u got time like oda lol

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dawnlitbouquet · 11 months ago

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I've been hunkering down in Gundam Seed JP Twitter and it has been extremely enlightening, especially since I haven't rewatched the main series in a while. Things I forgot, things I actually remember but see in a new light...

Some people love/hate the new movie on there, but I've seeing a lot of people find it good - because it makes the point that 'Kira didn't actually heal from the events of Gundam Seed, and now that he's back on the battlefield without Lacus his sanity is hanging by a thin thread'.

A bunch of people pulling receipts on the discriminatory behaviours/opinions even Kira's friends had possessed unconsciously (in Sai's case, kind of... A bit more blatantly than most back when Kira didn't even pull shit, which had me hissing through my teeth...), the things that isolated Kira into thinking he has to handle things on his own (Tolle's death when he tried fighting by his side, for example), a comparison of behaviours between Murrue who gave him a bow of respect vs his friends who tell him 'we'll distract ZAFT as EA soldiers while you're on the refugee shuttle!' oblivious to the actual dangers because they were only ever on the bridge (haha,,,,, the fact this saved them even if it backed Kira into a corner,,,,,,,, ffffffuck)

Back to the movie, I've seen some mixed reactions about the second half, but!!! I'm generally seeing a lot of people looking at first half Kira and going 'my sad baby. my poor meow meow. get whumped.'

Again, this is all JP twitter, not EN, and definitely not the actual movie - but seeing people's reactions have been an entertaining ride.

#gundam seed #gundam seed freedom #spoilers #not to mention tidbits in the novel #i went onto twitter because i was doubting i would ever watch it for myself/wanted to see what i could understand of jp on my own so far #(the answer to that second bit is; not a lot but i do understand somewhat)#and found a whole lot of meta...#one of the most interesting takes i saw in there is 'the first half of the movie feels like Gundam SEED'#so that's fun #seeing a lot of people come out or convert into shinnkira addicts #and mobkira addicts.... oh boy #he's apparently got a very cute tortured face #i am having such a great time looking through seed jp twitter guys #i've never been able to connect all that strongly with en fanworks so this has been a blast #also very important: it makes a point of making kira and lacus both more human!!! lacus is given more focus!!!!!!!#i couldn't connect with lacus past 'she seems sweet' back then with the sole exception of being interested in her political savviness #so there's a clear attempt to shine a spotlight on things the series itself didn't get time to zoom in on #is what i have been able to parse #what i was able to get from en posts made it seem like it was just a het nightmare whether you shipped anyone or not #but it's nice to hear otherwise #the canon ships will canon and all of them were made with enough intent to be actually good #kira and lacus felt like the weakest of the main pairings once upon a time which sucked because i liked them individually #so now #you get the idea jvuvuvuv #i'll still ship what i like but this gripe at least is put to rest #gundam seed freedom spoilers #islea's words

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fingertipsmp3 · 5 days ago

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My mum’s got this tea set that hasn’t been used in like 80 years or something because it was my dad’s grandma’s and he was convinced it was worth something… listen to me, it’s not, and I’ll tell you why. It’s because that thing is legally mine and nothing good would ever happen to me

#like the other day she asked to look at my copy of the first hp book to check it wasn’t a first edition #i was like girl if it had been a first edition don’t you think i’d have sold it by now #i only still have that series because they were my dad’s and they’re worth nothing. i think my copy of ootp #is a special edition worth approximately £50 but that’s the most any of these are worth #the first 4 are early editions but they’re teastained and falling apart. no one wants them. 6 and 7 are first ed but no one cares #ANYWAY the tea set #i found someone selling a cup and saucer (just one of each) for $25 but i think that’s literally just because it’s a uk import #people in the us will pay well for nice old british fine china. but people in the uk will not because we all have it in our homes #because somebody’s gran hoarded it #near as i can tell the full set is worth maybe £50 if sold in the uk #the thing is it’s not a full set because i broke the sugar bowl when i was 8 #i’m stopping the nonsense right now and putting the plates in normal circulation as sandwich and biscuit plates #they are way too nice to just sit on a shelf for all eternity. additionally i’m not having kids so there’s no new generation to save them #for. you know who’ll be inheriting my stuff? some random great-nephew who doesn’t know who i am #why would i leave him an art deco tea set to sell on ebay when i could just like……. use it #personal #forgot to add. i don’t know what to do with the teapot and cups #the cups are SO tiny they barely fit a tea bag in them and additionally i don’t drink tea #i feel bad donating half a tea service but i want the saucers #maybe i’ll just do ebay. or see if any of the charity shops will take them #it’s not like it’s a unique set.. someone somewhere probably has similar saucers. hell someone probably has the SAME saucers but no cups

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vanweezer · 1 month ago

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looking back i definitely said id watch the pjo d+ show no matter what but like after the first episode it was very much not for me. i like that it exists and most fans seem to be happy about it and im glad that someone out there is getting exposed to pjo for the first time through that sort of hype but its like....... for me at least some things are supposed to get to you at 12 and not 20 (i think i was 20 when it came out?) and that is fine. i think if it came out While i was still 12 it wouldve been earth shattering groundbreaking stuff. im still not over black annabeth like thats the one part of the show i would go back n watch for. black annabeth my beautiful daughter

#the rest of the casting i am either neutral about or meh about #i dont think i want lmm hermes 🙏 i think im good on that #and ofc they cast clarisse as ig skinny which is upsetting to some but i found that kinda predictable #blonde percy will always be a bit whose goddamn white baby is that to me i am sorry hes wonderful but #who's lost their cherubim child in the streets of new york. whats up with that #dont get me wrong the movies are bad but they still have a sort of ... icon status to me ... i used to hate them baddd #and i do! but now i can watch it and be like you see its because they didnt utilize uma thurman properly. she shouldve been athena #and medusa shouldve been black but thats neither here nor there #blows a kiss to the sky for black grover i wouldve loveddddd black grover. like movie grover is not grover. but hes My grover #they also did hades so so dirty but at least he was bi about it. redeeming #i think im gonna stick to my fond memories of loving this series so much and for so long #my graphic novels got stolen in my storage unit :'| so i dont have anything to whip out rn but these are things that can be replaced #the graphic novels were also not great but i just loved the novelty of em yk? i miss looking at fuckedup percy #rant over im gonna watch tv now

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crystaleevee4 · 10 months ago

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i am going to start a collection

if you have any other posts of this kind please send them to me

update: this one thanks to @iputmcytsintohydraulicpress (great url, by the way)

this one courtesy of @catamaurrr-star

So I didn’t want to separate it into two images, this was the best I could do- thanks to @blocky-tides! also art is by @/cheeryfairies

thanks @o0recipme0o

hey @igotthisaccountunderduress. less mcyt related but thanks anyways :D

heheh

found another one from my favorite game in stars and time go play it

WE'VE GOT A BIG ONE TO ADD TO THE LIST TODAY. EVERYONE SAY HI XKCD. it's my favorite guy ever... skizzleman mention!

...so anyways here's my self-promotion now that this has almost 15,000 notes and you guys sure as hell won't see it if i reblog

My AO3! Not much there right now besides OC stuff, but more to come!

Situations ask game! pleasepleaseplease send me hc/life series stuff here i need enrichment (some of these are shorter, but i can promise you i will deliver!)

@traffic-smp-headcannons! me and mod tides like seeing your ideas :)

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the-somwthing · 8 months ago

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oh god I reached tag limit. Dear god. Should I make my own post or are my takes in the tags god awful and I should’ve kept them to myself 😭

(also I mistakenly said clethubs instead of cledubs cuz it flows better, ignore me Etho has nothing to do with any of this)

ok now that im watching scotts pov i can finally make the poll i want

#tbh my honest opinion is something I’m pretty scared to share with the world #but basically it’s that it wasn’t healthy but it literally wasn’t that big of a deal anyways #like if it was a long term relationship they’d have to work thru some things but seeing as they were in a death game that’d be a waste of #time. and even tho it wasn’t perfect they liked having each other. so yeah I agree with that other person where’s cute/unhealthy lmao #anyways on the topic of 3L FH being toxic can we talk about how literally all the 3L relationships are like that #like FH is Different from the others but whenever I think ‘what healthier relationship would notice the problems with FH’ I realize there i #none. except maybe Clethubs but I’ll have to rewatch. but I think they were fine from my memory then again my memory said that about FH too #but like Scarian? I think fans make it out to be wayy more toxic than it was but it still wasn’t a perfect healthy relationship.#treebark? idk why ppl praise it for being healthy. sure it was more of a Tragedy but it still wasn’t that great!!!#so basically I don’t think it was FH specific I think there was something in the water in 3L that made it toxic yaoi #and maybe our minds twist FH into being healthy because it was the closest to a domestic relationship as we could see #I will add to Clethubs tho that there was much going on with their secret girlfriend so that kind of taints it #if we wanna get deep into the meat of it I’d also like to point out that the reason we remember 3L FH being healthier than it was #might be because we thought of the life series back then slightly less as purely RP. so Scott’s teasing was purely OOC and their characters #were in love. because they said their characters were in love so that’s what we went with while their irl selves made fun.#I’m not saying that’s the Correct way to see it (tho I wouldn’t blame ppl for choosing that path) but it’s something we were all more likel #to believe back in the day. hence why we didn’t see Scott as abusive to Jimmy since it was the regular Timmy Teasing everyone is used to.#Scott wasn’t really an Exception to being mean to Jimmy at the time. I guess ppl just expected he’d act different cuz that’s his husband no #and I’m not saying Scott is RIGHT to be mean but I’m saying that it was NORMAL. hence why I believe Jimmy wasn’t rlly super negatively #affected by his toxic relationship with Scott. that’s sort of just the relationship they had previously. I don’t think he expected anything #different when he got married. I don’t think Jimmy moved on cuz he hated the way Scott treated him I think he moved on cuz he found better.#I mean truthfully I think he moved on cuz that’s literally how the game works LMAO but in terms of his future general hostility. which I’d #argue is mostly caused by Scott constantly bringing up FH when Jimmy’s like ‘3L was years ago 😐’#and again since probably DL he’s realized he can have better. in LL it was. the same as 3L lmao.#where am I. maybe I’ll- ah shoot I’ve realized this is too long. poppy make ur own post when?#anyways I still have more to add. I think Scott was only so controlling because it was a death game and he didn’t want Jimmy to die.#and called Jimmy incompetent cuz let’s face it that’s facts. NOT IN THE CURRENT DAY (he’s cracked) but back then OH MY GOD.#Jimmy’s improved a LOT is all I’ll say.#basically while all of Scott’s actions were pretty toxic within the context it’s understandable (death games/ur supposed to tease jimmy/etc #all this being said I need to rewatch Jimmy. I started his POV a while back and never finished meanwhile I’ve rewatched Scott’s out of orde

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whytheylosttheirminds · 3 months ago

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Don't Call Me Kid - Chapter 3

(Rafe Cameron x reader, series, 5.7k words)

series summary: You'd had a crush on Rafe Cameron since you were six years old, but he friend zoned you at every turn. Once shy and insecure, you found new confidence and self-love after high school. When your high school friends go on a reunion beach trip, Rafe finally sees what he lost, but he isn't going to give you up without a fight.

tropes: unrequited crush, glow up, she fell first/he fell harder

series content: some angst, eventual fluff, slow burn, tomfoolery and shenanigans, drinking, fem!reader has occasional insecurity and body image issues

additional chapter cw: suggestive language/themes, heavy drinking, mature readers only please

⇢ series masterlist

The game was on, and Carter wasn’t one to go down without a fight.

You however, were much less invested in her scheme to set you up with Tom, already feeling tired and confused after 24-hours of this little reunion trip. You laid in bed for quite a while replaying the almost-moment you’d had with Rafe in the kitchen in your head before taking a long, dreamless nap. It was the smell of the barbeque wafting through your bedroom window that woke you up. You threw your hair up in a bun, too groggy to care about putting any more effort into your appearance.

As you reached for the handle, you heard two hushed voices arguing behind your bedroom door. You opened it slowly to reveal Carter and Topper facing each other, both with their arms crossed as they carried on a heated whisper-argument.

“What are you even doing up here Topper?” Carter demanded.

“I don’t know, what are you doing up here Carter? Trying to get a leg up?” Topper snapped back, towering over her in height yet still somehow looking small under her glare.

They were so locked in on each other that neither of them had even noticed your appearance.

“Um, hi,” you waved your hand between their faces to get their attention. “Can I help you?”

They looked at you, startled as their arms fell and stances softened. Carter eyed your outfit up and down, trying to hide her distaste at your choice of leggings and a t-shirt.

“Well, I don’t know what he’s doing up here but I came to see if you needed help getting ready,” Carter replied.

“I am ready,” you said, eyeing her suspiciously.

“You’re, uh,” Topper scratched the back of his head uncomfortably. “Is that what you’re wearing?”

You squinted at him, you could understand Carter critiquing your outfit, knowing she was trying to set you up with Tom, but what stake did Topper have in your outfit choice?

“We’re literally just going downstairs,” you countered.

“Maybe throw on something a little nicer,” Carter urged gently.

“Okay, fine,” you gave in. “You two are being so weird today.”

Topper gave you a thumbs up as you closed the door in their faces.

A few minutes later you reemerged in a new outfit, a crocheted halter top and some cut-offs. You had let your hair down and ran a brush through it, dabbed on some mascara and lipgloss. It was the maximum amount of effort you were willing to put into a big night out in the backyard.

Despite everyone’s relentless teasing, Topper actually was a pretty good cook. The food was great and everyone thanked you, Rafe, and Tom for going out to get it.

“Tom paid!” you announced. “So everyone make sure to be really nice to him or he won’t bankroll us anymore.”

You smiled at Tom, who grinned back and waved you off in joking modesty. You let your eyes linger as he leaned over the firepit on the other side of the sprawling patio, skillfully stacking the wood before lighting a match and holding it under. He crouched low to blow gently on the kindling, causing the fire to roar to life. You could see a sliver of his toned lower back peeking out from his shirt as he reached for another log, dropping it straight into his newly sparked flame with a bare hand. The whole thing was unbelievably attractive.

The only thing better was the stoney look on Rafe’s face when you caught his eye, realizing he’d noticed the way you were looking at Tom like you wanted to have him for dessert. Good.

Playing and replaying the scene from the kitchen in your head all afternoon, you came downstairs determined to freeze Rafe out. Sure, he remembered your favorite candy and maybe almost even apologized, but it wasn’t enough to erase the sting you felt when he pulled away from you like you had the plague as soon as anyone else entered the room.

After dinner, you were perched on the railing of the porch, sipping something strong and chatting with Carter and her childhood best friend, Maddie.

Maddie was nice enough, the Kook academy prom queen two years in a row, but she had never shown much interest in you. Until you showed up here looking much more instagram-worthy than you had in high school.

“So, omg,” Maddie started, playing with a strand of your hair like you were the closest of friends. “When are you gonna drop the workout routine? You look gorg.”

Never once had one of Carter’s friends complimented your looks.

“Thanks,” you grinned, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I play a lot of volleyball and jog a little.”

“Well it’s working!” Kelce hollered from across the porch, already wobbling slightly from his inebriation.

There it was again, your blush, always showing up at the least opportune times. All eyes were on you, such open talk about your body making your skin crawl with self-consciousness. You looked over the railing to the sand a few feet down, wondering how badly the jump would hurt.

As always, knowing you better than anyone, Carter felt like she could read your mind. Protectiveness roared in her chest, she set her hand over yours to silently tell you she understood before turning to the party and announcing, “okay, we’re playing a game! Everyone around the fire pit!”

No one argued with her wishes, they never did. The group gathered around the bonfire, each with a full drink in hand as Carter unnecessarily explained the rules to never have I ever as if this same group hadn’t played it a hundred times in high school.

You appreciated Carter moving the attention off of you, but clearly she didn’t know this was your least favorite game in the world. The second the name of the game came out of her mouth, your heart dropped to your stomach, hit with memories of sitting off to the side while her friends played, all of your fingers embarrassingly still up, revealing you had done nothing interesting or scandalous in your life.

Sure, you’d definitely added a few notches to your belt since then, but you knew these people and had no doubt you were still way behind. The sad thing is you didn’t even care, but you knew they would and you couldn’t help that nagging desire to prove that you were just as cool as them. You sighed as you settled in your chair next to Carter, frustrated that just as you were starting to feel somewhat normal, you were transported right back to your loneliest days.

Carter went first, “never have I everrr…shoplifted.”

Sabrina took a giggly sip from her solo cup.

“Isn’t your dad’s networth like a billion dollars?” Kelce asked.

“Yes, but he never would’ve bought me those red panties, so I took ‘em,” she winked at him, and he scooted his chair closer to her.

Everyone else still had all ten fingers up, making you think maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

But your relief didn’t last long. One by one they went around the circle, revealing each other’s secrets and leaving you with ten fingers up.

“Never have I ever done a body shot.” Your fingers stayed up.

“Never have I ever kissed someone of the same sex.” Your fingers stayed up.

“Never have I ever hooked up in a public place.” Your fingers stayed up.

As the group got tipsier, the revelations got dirtier. You were sure some of them were lying and there was some temptation for you to put a finger down as a lie too just to level the playing field, but that was such teenage bullshit. You might not have as a high of a body count as some of them, but you still had your pride.

The blood rushed from you face when Maddie said, “never have I ever been with two people at once” and Rafe put his last finger down, smirking as he finished off his beer.

A few more rounds passed and everyone else had put at least a couple fingers down while you still hadn’t done a single one of the things listed. You chewed on your lip, wondering how early was too early to excuse yourself to go to bed.

You were about to make a break for it, when a now sloppily drunk Sabrina pointed at you and slurred, “aww bambi’s still got ten!”

Bambi was another one of the many teasing nicknames they’d called you in high school, and it might just be your least favorite.

“You’re still such a good girl,” Sabrina jibed.

She must’ve been beyond wasted. She wasn’t necessarily nice, but she wasn’t usually this much of a bitch.

Your breaths got short, the anxiety erupting like fireworks in your chest. You could feel Carter’s mind spinning next to you, trying to come up with some way to defend you, but another voice beat her to it.

“Well,” Rafe said, drawing all eyes off of you and across the firepit towards him. “Never have I ever gotten so crossfaded at a boneyard party that I pissed my pants in someone else’s truck.”

He shot Sabrina a vindictive smile.

“Rafe!” She protested. “You said you wouldn’t tell anyone!”

At her admission, everyone broke out into laughter, aimed at her.

“I didn’t tell anyone,” Rafe chuckled, “you just did.”

“Bruhh,” Kelce hollered. “That’s nasty!”

Sabrina went red, completely humiliated. You tried to be a girl’s girl, but after years of her teasing and making you feel like a loser, you couldn’t help but join in the laughter at her expense.

As she emptied her cup spitefully, you caught Rafe’s gaze across the fire, the air between you wavy with the flame’s heat. He smiled a crooked, satisfied smile at you, and you mouthed “thank you.” He gave you a reassuring wink and your stomach did cartwheels.

Carter straightened in her lawn chair next to you, kicking herself for giving Rafe the chance to save you before she could.

“I’ve got one!” she announced, and the crowd hushed to hear their queen. “Never have I ever skinny dipped in the campus fountain and got caught by campus security but successfully flirted my way out of a citation and ended up getting the cop’s number.”

Everyone looked around the circle quizzically, wondering who that incredibly specific anecdote was aimed at.

“No fucking way!” Topper shouted when he saw you put down your pinky finger with a bashful smile.

Topper and Kelce whooped, and the girls all gave you impressed looks.

“Okay baddie!” Maddie gasped. “Was he cute? Did you call him?”

“I mean he wasn’t not cute,” you mused, taking the obligatory sip of your drink. “We hung out a few times.”

“So does that mean you’re into handcuffs now orrr…” Kelce chimed in.

“Oops, I put the wrong fingers down,” you lifted your hand and theatrically put all down except your middle finger, aiming it at Kelce.

The crowd erupted with laughs and amused ohhhh’s. Even Rafe was smiling, and you couldn’t help but wish you knew what he was thinking, noticing his soft eyes on you as you bantered with his friends, all attention on you. This time, you weren’t blushing, you were just enjoying yourself. It felt so nice to have such a naturally fun and easy moment, but it was short lived.

“Never have I ever,” Sabrina interrupted, hiccuping. “Failed an entire semester of college.”

The crowd fell silent once again, no one daring to bring their eyes to Rafe, the clear target of her comeback. He just rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair nonchalantly, like it didn’t bother him at all. But you could see the hint of shame in his eyes, a rare glimpse of vulnerability hidden under his tough facade. You used to spend so much of your time digging for those deeper layers that it was easy for you to pick up on them when they rose to the surface, even if it was just for a second.

Maybe you should let him flounder, leave him hanging like he’d done to you so many times before. But tonight, for the first time ever, he had jumped in to defend you, and maybe one act of kindness wouldn’t kill you.

“Fuck this game. Topper, didn’t you say something earlier about a beer pong tournament?” You prompted him, hoping desperately he’d see what you were trying to do and play along.

Topper looked confused at first, so you smiled tightly and flicked your eyes to Rafe and back as quickly as possible, urging him to understand.

Ever the king of subtlety, Topper’s eyes went wide as he mouthed “ohhhh!”

Rafe saw the whole thing.

“Beer pong! Yes!” Topper said, excited to finally be in the loop. “Let’s do it!”

“I wanna play!” Sabrina stood quickly from her chair, immediately tripping over her own feet.

“Woah,” Carter caught her and held her up with some effort, Sabrina so far gone she couldn’t even use her legs. “I think you’ve had enough fun for tonight.”

Carter stabilized Sabrina and guided her towards the house. You knew she was pissed at Sabrina for picking on you, but Carter would never leave a drunk girl to stumble around a party by herself. She looked at you apologetically, but you nodded to let her know you were fine.

After they disappeared into the house, Topper and Kelce got to work clearing the long outdoor dining table for beer pong, filling cups and placing them with great attention to detail. You chuckled at the way they were arguing over correct cup spacing and fill levels as you reached down into the cooler for another drink. When you stood, Tom appeared by your side.

“I didn’t realize I was sharing a house with a criminal,” he drawled, mouth quirked with a crooked smile.

“Oh yeah,” you played along, popping the top of your drink. “I’m wanted in four states and Puerto Rico.”

“And Puerto Rico, wow,” he leaned his arm against the porch rail, his body angling towards yours in a way that made your skin prick with goosebumps. “I need to hear that story.”

“I’d tell you,” you lowered your voice and lifted your mouth towards his ear to whisper. “But then I’d have to kill you.”

“You’re in that deep, huh?” He placed his other hand on the railing on the other side of you, effectively caging you in, though he held himself back far enough to give you some space. You didn’t want space, though, the enticing scent of whiskey and the smoke from the fire drawing you to him.

“Mhm,” you leaned in so your chests were almost touching, a smile tugging his full lips when he noticed the way you intentionally closed the space between you. “If you thought the campus fountain story was bad…”

“I didn’t think it was bad,” he shook his head.

“No?” You grinned, eager to see where he was going with this.

“Not bad, kind of hot, but not bad,” he confessed.

“Only kind of?” You furrowed your brow in mock offense.

He broke into a smile and blushed, flustered as he said, “I mean, uh…”

You giggled. His bashful, dimpled smile was so painfully cute you were suddenly seeing the value to Carter’s matchmaking plan.

The alcohol in your system mixed with the warmth radiating off of him made your body go hot, tingles shooting up your spine as his eyes fell to your lips. He was so damn pretty. Warm brown eyes and messy hair you wanted to tangle your fingers in.

Rafe grabbed the fire poker and busied himself by tending to the flames, which didn’t really need it, considering Tom had built such a sturdy fire. The sound of your sweet giggles floating through the air as you flirted with Tom made him want to walk straight off the porch and into the ocean. He’d surely put his lifelong friendship with Sabrina on the line, not to mention his own pride, to keep you from running away in embarrassment, and now Tom was reaping the rewards of his chivalry.

He remembered, though. Maybe you didn’t think he did, but he remembered. The nights you sat in the corner, lonely, pining, and the go-to butt of his friends’ stupid jokes. And he’d just sat by and let it happen, so many times. It’s no wonder you were leaned up against someone else, sharing stories about a whole chapter of your life he’d missed. He only had himself to blame.

Once the table was set up, Topper turned and frowned at the way the group had split, you and Tom cozy in the corner while Rafe stood by the fire alone, shoulders tense. He needed to step up his Cupid game, like, now.

He clapped his hands loudly, voice booming as he announced to the party that it was time to play. The startling sound forced Tom away from you just as you were about to ask him if he wanted to walk down to the water. Topper pointed right at you and pronounced you would be on his team. You were going to protest before you remembered beer pong was your idea in the first place, your ruse to protect Rafe. You couldn’t back out now.

Beer pong was another thing you’d added to your skill set in college. In high school, you were never asked to join when parties inevitably broke into a tournament. Instead you’d sit quietly and watch with hearts in your eyes as Rafe played with the competitiveness of an Olympian in a gold medal race.

He was known for his terrible sportsmanship, everyone expected a full tantrum if he didn’t win. The same went for school sports, you’d spent every night after a rare loss up on the phone with him listening intently while he ranted about all the ways the refs were wrong or the umps were blind. At the time, you took it as an honor that you were the one he wanted to find solace in. Now, grown and mature, you saw it for what it really was; no one else wanted to listen to him bitch and moan, so you were just his only option.

“Let’s go, Little Carter!” Topper raised his hand for a high five as you approached the table.

“If you call me that, I’m not playing,” you left him hanging.

“My bad, my bad,” he conceded.

You gave in and high fived him, stepping up to the table with your game face on. Kelce and Maddie stood across from you. They were both terrible shots, and you sunk every ball, but Topper was keeping them in the game with his many misses.

Topper was great at beer pong in high school and you were sure he’d had plenty of practice at U of F, so there was no reason he should be playing so horribly.

“Dude, what the hell is up with you?” You scolded him after another throw that was way off.

“I dunno,” Topper said with an exaggerated drunken slur in his voice. “I think I’m just too wasted to play. You might need another partner.”

Before you could mock him for his dramatics, he had called over to Rafe, who was sitting back in a lounge chair looking at his phone, anything to keep his eyes off of you.

“What?” He grumbled, eyes lifting from his screen and avoiding yours.

“Need you to sub in for me,” Topper fake hiccupped and you rolled your eyes.

You were sure Rafe would see you were his proposed partner and pass on the opportunity, but then he and Topper had some kind of silent conversation with their eyes that you couldn’t interpret, and Rafe stood from his chair.

“You don’t have to,” you offered as he stepped up and took the ball from Topper.

You hated that your instinct was to apologize for inconveniencing him. He shrugged and lined up his first shot.

“Someone’s gotta show ‘em how it’s done,” he said with an easy grin that made your heart beat a little faster.

If only your younger self could see how your night was progressing. Impressing everyone during never have I ever. Flirting with a gorgeous boy from another school. And now, Rafe smiling at you and acknowledging your presence in front of all these people, willingly agreeing to be your teammate. She’d have died and gone to heaven.

He had every right to be cocky; he was really good. And to his great surprise, so were you. You and Rafe made quick work of Kelce and Maddie, then Kelce and Jack, then Kelce and three more partners that tried to step up to the plate, Kelce’s aim worsening as he teetered on the edge of a blackout.

“When did you get so good at this?” Rafe asked you after a partcualrly skillful shot.

“I was always good at it,” you scoffed. “You just never let me play.”

After that comment, Rafe was suddenly an extra encouraging teammate. Before each shot he’d pull you back, leaning down to whisper in your ear conspiratorially about which cup you should call, like an NFL coach rallying his quarterback.

“I can’t hit the far corner, my aim isn’t that good,” you said when he proposed the risky shot.

Self-doubt filled your face as you bit your lip, Rafe recognizing the nervous tick instantly.

“Nah you got it!” he grabbed you by the shoulder and shook you playfully. “You just gotta believe in yourself.”

Despite yourself, you broke into a smile, making a feeble attempt to brush him away, though he could tell you didn’t mean it.

“Let’s go slugger,” Rafe placed the ball in your hand and guided you into position by your shoulders. He stood behind you and leaned in to bring his mouth close to your ear. “You got this.”

You loved it. You hated it. Your head swirled with conflicting thoughts, but when you sunk the ball with a flick of your wrist, they all faded.

“Let’s fucking gooo!” Rafe yelled.

He lifted his hand for a double high five and you stood on your tiptoes to reach. Your arms came down, but your hands were still in his.

“Told ‘ya,” he said tenderly, smiling down at you as his large hands enveloped yours. “You just gotta believe in yourself.”

Despite the alarms blaring in your head, telling you to run, you let it all linger. The deep sound of his voice in the air, his eyes on your lips, his rough hands folded in yours.

“Okay!” Carter chose that minute to emerge from the house after Sabrina finally fell asleep. “That’s enough wins for y’all, time for some real competition.”

The sound of her voice snapped you out of the moment, and you pulled your hands away from Rafe quickly, nervous about all the eyes on you for the first time since you’d started playing.

“I need a partner,” Carter said, surveying the group on the patio. “How about…”

You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly where she was going with this show and wishing she’d just fast forward to the end.

“Tom?” She raised her eyebrows in his direction, as if it was a crazy idea she had just come up with. “Do you play?”

“I may have taken part in a tourney or two,” Tom said humbly.

“Bullshit,” Kelce exclaimed, slumped in a chair as his head spun. “This guy was the Alpha Tau champion all four years. He’s got a plaque and everything.”

“Damn, I didn’t know we had Alpha Tau royalty in our midst!” Carter bantered.

“Jesus, enough with the fanfare, are you playing or not, dude?” Rafe snapped.

Carter eyed you, her lips twisted in a satisfied smirk. No one was surprised at Rafe’ gruffness, more than used to his competitive mean streak. It was not one of his more attractive qualities. The pull you’d just felt to him faltered a little at the reminder of this particular weakness. You were sure that’s exactly what Carter was hoping for.

“Alright I’m in,” Tom said, stepping up to the table and rolling up the sleeves of his sweater. “Don’t say I didn’t warn ‘ya.” He winked at you.

“Yeah, yeah, just call your shot, champ,” Rafe said.

The four of you reset the cups, not much work needing to be done on you and Rafe’s side of the table since almost no one had scored on you. As Tom lined up his first shot, he stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth in concentration, adjusting and readjusting his stance to get comfortable.

Rafe crossed his arms over his chest mumbling something along the lines of “this fuckin’ guy” and you couldn’t help but smile, admittedly also kind of getting the ick from how seriously Tom was taking this.

Then he sunk every ball. After a few particularly good rounds, he made his third shot in a row, and Carter called “fire.” She handed him balls one after another like he was taking free throws, wiggling her eyebrows at you to make sure you were paying attention to his triumph.

You drank each cup obediently, ever the rule follower. After your fourth, you were getting so sick of the stale beer, you and Rafe’s cups had been sitting untouched all night and the cheap hops had soured significantly. When Tom sunk another one you grabbed the cup hesitantly, queasy, nearly gagging.

“It’s okay, I got it,” Rafe volunteered, grabbing the cup from you.

“Y’all don’t have to drink those if they’re really that bad,” Tom offered, pausing his next shot when he noticed how disgusted you looked.

“I got it, man,” Rafe waved him off, holding his nose and shooting back the beer as quickly as possible. He dropped the empty cup with a grimace.

“We can just call it a game,” Tom suggested, clearly feeling bad.

“Do you want to forfeit?” You asked Rafe, dropping your voice so Carter and Tom couldn’t hear.

“What and just wave the white flag?” Rafe replied, eyebrows raised. “Do you?

Your lips spread in a slow smile, “not a fucking chance.”

“Atta girl,” he nodded, returning his gaze to Tom. “We’re no quitters, hit us again big guy.”

And he did, over and over, until there was only one cup left on your side of the table. As he prepped for his final shot, Rafe turned to you, a playful, tipsy smile on his face.

“We had a good run,” He said, reaching out shake your hand. You took it with a smile.

When Tom and Carter won, high fiving each other in a loud celebration, all eyes fell to Rafe, waiting to see how he’d react to losing. You tensed, hoping his chipper attitude when you were winning would carry over into a graceful loss. But then he rounded the table, striding towards Tom, and you cringed in anticipation of a classic Rafe Cameron Temper Tantrum.

“Oh boy,” Carter mumbled under her breath. “Here we go.”

But there was no blow up, just Rafe extending his hand to Tom, who took it with a friendly shake.

“Good game, man,” Rafe said.

“Yeah, you too, dude,” Tom smiled, not realizing this show of sportsmanship was a historical first.

Rafe tilted his head in a friendly nod towards your sister, “Carter.”

“Rafael,” she returned his sarcastic tone, purposefully using his least favorite nickname.

With that, Rafe walked away from the table, one last glance towards you as he returned to his seat by the fire. You watched him go, feeling sad not that you had lost, but that your fun night with Rafe had seemingly come to an end.

It was dizzying, your ever-changing emotional state, and you suspected it had very little to do with the beer. Thinking over all the events of the day gave you whiplash. One second you were about ready to ask Tom if he wanted to come back to your room, the next it felt like you and Rafe were finally sharing the moment you’d dreamt of for years. All the while, you weren’t sure you actually wanted either of them, or if you even wanted to be here at all.

“Wanna play again?” Carter asked, noticing the distracted look on your face.

“I’m good,” you smiled at her appreciatively, deciding you’d had enough excitement for one day. “I think I’m probably just going to bed now.”

“Aww, but it’s so early grandma,” Topper called over to you from the firepit.

You walked over to his chair and peched on the armrest.

“Ah yes, another one of my favorite nicknames,” you joked. “No one’s called me that in four years.”

“Another inside joke?” Tom inquired, joining the circle, he and Carter each grabbing a chair.

“In high school, she was always the first to leave parties. She’d rather be at home in bed with a book by 9pm,” Topper explained to him.

You rose from his chair, eager to ditch this little trip down memory lane before it got too embarrassing. You almost made a clean escape, but then a very drunk Kelce decided to chime in.

“Unless Rafe asked her to stay,” he laughed. “Then she’d be there allll night.”

Embarrassed doesn’t even begin to cover it. You’ve been embarrassed a thousand times in your life, but this was something different. You looked down at your feet, not sure what you were supposed to do. No quick, face saving remark was coming to mind.

Carter smacked Kelce on the arm, while Topper shook his head with a disapproving, “dude…”

Your eyes drifted to Rafe, who was looking down at his hands uncomfortably. Whatever protective instinct that had inspired him to stand up for you earlier was clearly gone as he left you to drown in the painfully awkward silence.

“Oh, were you two…?” Tom asked, pointing between you and Rafe quizzically.

“Nope,” you told him with a stiff smile.

He looked like he was about to ask more, but caught on at the last second, reading in between the lines. There it was, the last person here who didn’t know about your pathetic past was now caught up to speed. Yeah, you’d definitely had enough.

“Kelce, you’re such an asshole,” Carter began reprimanding him.

“Just stop,” you urged her. “It’s fine, I’m just going to bed.”

“Wait!” She called after you, but you were already walking toward the house, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. She gave Kelce one last slap and rushed after you.

Kelce, barely conscious, still hadn’t caught up with his own party foul.

“Where’s she going?” He asked Topper.

Rafe stood from his chair suddenly.

“Will you get him out of here please?” He spat at Topper, sidestepping the fire as he stormed off toward the house.

Rafe followed your path into the kitchen, not sure what he was going to say when he caught up to you, but suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to make it right. He should’ve said something as soon as Kelce put his foot in his mouth. He’d deal with that dumbass later.

He slid the kitchen door open, headed towards the stairs that lead to the second floor, but he stopped short when he heard your voice. He stayed back, out of sight but close enough to hear your conversation with Carter on the stairs.

“Carter, it’s fine,” you sighed.

“No it’s fucking not, he made you cry,” Carter practically growled.

Rafe’s heart dropped. You were crying? He was gonna kick Kelce’s ass as soon as he was sober enough to feel pain.

“I’m just tired,” you sniffled. “Please, just drop it for now. I just wanna go to sleep.”

“I’m sorry,” Carter said, her voice starting to crack. “I shouldn’t have pushed you to stay.”

“It’s not your fault,” you assured her. “I knew he was gonna be here.”

Rafe frowned. Was the ‘he’ you were referring to still Kelce, or was it him? Was his presence really so distressing to you that you were in tears?

Carter reluctantly bid you goodnight, and Rafe slipped into the pantry so she wouldn’t see him when she descended the stairs back into the kitchen, storming towards the backyard, surely on her way to give Kelce hell.

He stood in the walk-in pantry for a minute, collecting his thoughts.

Maybe he should be the one to leave. If his presence really was such torment to you, it would be the right thing to do. But you didn’t seem tormented earlier when you were playing beer pong with him, cheering each other on and laughing like friends. Or before, at the fire, when you’d come to each other’s defense. Even his two best friends hadn’t seen that Sabrina’s words actually hurt him, but you did. You always knew him better than anyone.

While he stood in the pantry, illuminated only by the single light bulb above his head, his eyes grazed over the shelf. Between a stack of paper plates and some hamburger buns, sat the candy he had picked out for you at the store. He smiled at the memory of your many car rides as teenagers, fueled by the snacks you had brought when you picked him up. Maybe you regretted those times now, but something about the fact that this was still your favorite candy made him feel better.

His stomach twisted with worry that after what Kelce had said, you would decide to leave. The only worse thought was that he might let you go without finding the courage to say the words he’d been holding onto since he saw you on the beach. Maybe you’d slam the door in his face, but he couldn’t let you leave without trying.

Rafe grabbed your candy off the shelf and climbed the stairs two at a time, eager to knock on your bedroom door before he lost his nerve.

(Chapter 4)

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nothing bad!- o.piastri

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summary: the sprint pisses you off, ted's notebook catches you at a bad time, you say some things, oscar posts some things, and it ends up being one of the most popular ad campaigns in history. oops.

pairing: oscar piastri (no.81) x fem! driver! reader

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You rolled your eyes as you watched the sprint end. Bullshit. Team orders had always left a bad taste in your mouth, but this was just bullshit. You sighed, looking at Mark, and he just rolled his eyes. Oscar was on par with Lando in his second season. Yes, there were some small mistakes or issues, but he was a fucking jet engine, and he deserved a team that treated him like one. He was going to be World Champion next year, you knew it, Mark knew it, everyone knew it.

“Fucking arseholes,” Mark cursed. “What time is your quali at?”

“12,” you answered. “I’m going to just go talk to him, see you in a bit.”

You stood in Parc Fermé and he came up, pressing a kiss to your lips and sighing as his team congratulated him.

“That was such bullshit,” you sighed, following him to his driver’s room after the media duties. “Wanna fuck to get all that frustration out?”

He nodded, not even looking at the question like it was a joke. You both knew it wasn’t. “How long until your quali?”

“An hour,” you shrugged, pulling him into his room with a smirk.

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When you two finally resurfaced, you made your way over to your car, ready to slot it onto the grid, as you did, you were stopped by Ted Kravitz, the man, the myth, the legend himself.

“Y/n! How are you feeling about today’s quali and sprint race?” he asked.

“Good, yeah. Just need to get out and up there,” you nodded. You were the number one driver in F1 Academy, and F2. This weekend was an F1 Academy weekend. You’d won every race since you’d joined the series, a sweep of total domination for 2 years. 13 wins under your belt in F1 Academy, 12 feature race wins in F2, and 12 Sprint wins in F2. And you were only 22.

“And how did you feel about Oscar’s Sprint race? You didn’t look so happy in Parc Fermé.”

You rolled your eyes. “If Lando really needs Oscar to take a side step like that over one point, maybe he’s not ready to be champion,” you shrugged. “And that’s coming from a friend.”

You could feel the air shift as Ted smirked, knowing what a headline that would be.

“Thanks for your time Y/n, we’ll see you on the other side of Quali,” he smiled, allowing you to walk on.

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Pole position, again.

It was almost funny how easy it was.

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You made your way back into your garage and found Oscar looking proud, but slightly guilty…

“What did you do?” you asked, putting your helmet and gloves down.

“Nothing bad,” he prefaced. “But I may or may not have posted something.”

You looked at him quizzically. “Show me.”

He turned his phone around and you laughed.

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oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: get yourself a girlfriend who a) is intelligent, gorgeous, and awesome. and b) publicly humiliates your teammate over one point :)

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landonorris: low blow... i thanked you -> y/nracing: u forgot to thank beyonce.

user82: WHAT IS GOING ON IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS

mclaren: please take this down xxx -> y/nracing: if he takes this down i'll bomb mtc. -> mclaren: OH GREAT HEAVENS.

zbrownceo: we know this diva 💜

lilymhe: hold up im trying to spell gorjus -> y/nracing: OMG I FUCKING LOVE YOU DITCH ALEX FOR ME PLZ

carlossainz: at least you've got a leg up on lando... -> user22: ??? -> carlossainz: he hjas a girlfriend that loves him, lando's dumps him every four days -> landonorris: WHY AM I CATCHING STRAYS RN????

oscarpiastri: who is this gorgeous lady? -> y/nracing: she's taken bucko -> oscarpiastri: not by lando norris 😹😹😹 (even though he asked you out first...) -> y/nracing: who the fuck would pick lando over oscar?

pierregasly: WHO IS THIS DIVA 💜

charlesleclerc: glad to see my daughter in law is still insane

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“Well, I’d better post something myself, shouldn't I?” you smirked. He nodded, a bright blush on his cheeks, knowing exactly what you were going to post.

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y/nracing: booo ln4. i'm into op81. oh yeah, also our skims collection is out on the 24th xxx

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user82: OH MY FUCKING GOD

user29: i have no one to talk to about this.

oscarpiastri: pretty girl -> y/nracing: pretty boy

landonorris: ??? ->oscarpiastri: I will actually gouge your eyes out, unlike this post right now. -> user92: WHAT HAPPENED TO POLITE CAT? -> oscarpiastri: his teammate became a bitch

user92: HOLY SHIT Y/N IS LOOKING GORG

lilymhe: my girl is beautiful

alexandrastmleux: my girl xxx

charlesleclerc: supporting! (with my eyes closed)

pierregasly: 👀 ->oscarpiastri: close them.

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juletheghoul · 3 months ago

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a/n: another dope, unhinged request that sent me clean into the sun. I will have girl reciprocate in another chapter! Thanks so much for loving my version of Marcus, hopefully you like where this is going. This is un-beta'd, barely edited. All mistakes and errors are mine! Hope you enjoy what I came up with! (this is before chapter IX)

Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, Marcus' pov, Marcus makes girlie squirt, *feelings*, master / slave dynamic (power imbalance), Marcus calls reader Girl, reader calls Marcus Dominus - let me know if I missed any!

Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader

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He’d been away from his home for longer than he wished to be. Away from her.

He’d been resigned to be gone for two days, three if he was being generous. That was the time he’d been prepared to spare. Those three days had stretched to three weeks.

An endless parade of niceties and feasts and courtesies extended. His presence was essential it seemed, and so he’d had to grit and bear it. He’d slept in those foreign beds and craved her warmth, her smell and her touch so much so that a rage filled him, a restlessness that only soured his mood more and more.

Had he not put his foot down he might have been gone from his house for three months instead of three weeks. He’d fought wars quicker than this.

Only when he was on his journey back home, back to her did the smile return to his face. Only waning when his journey had taken longer than expected, and by the time he’d finally stepped foot inside his house the moon was high, and she was sleeping peacefully in her bed. He’d watched her for a time from her doorway, almost willing her to sense him and wake. She didn’t, and he didn’t have the heart to disturb her, so he retreated back to his chambers and fell into a fitful sleep.

Even in his dreams, she haunted him. He could smell her, feel the warm clutch of her cunt around his cock, hear her passion in his ear. He could taste her lips, could feel himself spilling inside her.

He woke with a gasp, cock aching, heart racing and sweat beading on his brow. The moon was still bright, and the hour late, or early, he could not tell. The only thing he knew for certain was that if he didn’t go to her now, he’d die.

The heavy blanket of sleep shifts to gossamer, fine as silk. The dream, so clear just a moment ago slips away, forgotten as your room comes back into focus. A heavy weight presses beside you, a soft caress pulls you further into wakefulness. Too tired to be scared, you turn towards the feeling, the soft press of familiar lips at your shoulder and are both startled, and delighted to see your Dominus in bed with you. He’d been gone so long, you almost wept to be within his embrace once more.

“Dominus, you’re home.” It’s not a question, more a sleepy, contented statement.

“Yes, Girl, I am at last home.” You press closer, heart swelling that he would crawl into your bed with you. His passion so great, it pressed hot and hard against your belly. “I dreamt about you Girl, could not wait until morning.” His hands roamed, sweeping from your back down to grab at your ass, pulling you ever closer in the quiet dark of your chamber.

“You dreamt about me Dominus?” You smiled into the warm skin of his neck, butterflies swarming in your belly at his confession.

“Yes Girl, I was hoping you would be awake when I got home, I wanted you so bad I ached but you were asleep and I couldn’t bring myself to wake you. I found no peace in sleep, even in my dreams I craved you.” His lips descend, soft and so welcome where they meet yours, his tongue insistent. “Did you miss me Girl?” He shifts, pushing you onto your back and fitting himself between your thighs. the heft of him makes your cunt turn to liquid. The absence of him these three long weeks had been difficult, so accustomed had you become to him taking you that feeling him now could have made you weep with joy.

“Yes Dominus, I have been so empty without you, I have missed the feel of you here–” You reach down and grasp him in hand, delighting in the gasp he breathes into your face and guide him into your soaked cunt. “I missed you here Dominus, needed you here desperately. I have gone without your gift for so long.”

His forehead is pressed to yours, your legs bent and high on his ribs while you both catch your breath. Your heart races as he adjusts and rests on his arms, bracketed around your skull. Your nipples harden against his chest as he presses soft kisses to your face, your cunt leaks when he starts to move, a slow, but heavy thrust. His cock is so stiff, so filling that it takes a moment for you to adjust, for that stretching burn to subside.

The moans slip out with every push and pull of his hips into yours and when you move your legs a little higher and tilt your hips he hits something divine. His cock pressing against an undiscovered, almost forbidden part of you with every roll of his hips.

“Is that where you like it?” He keeps his stroke steady, hitting the spot he knows he’s found and you can barely form a thought, all you can focus on is the fullness, on the delicious feeling in your hips, in the deepest part of you. “Answer me Girl, did you miss me fucking you?” He doesn’t speed up, only thrusts harder.

“Yes Dominus, yes, I missed it so much–” He moans and it heightens the pleasure building in your core, in the base of your spine. His tongue is obscene in your mouth, your hands clutch at him, moving from where they clawed at his back up to curl into his waves, gripping at him like talons.

His pace picks up, faster, harder and the feeling grows, something heavy, something altogether too big building unlike anything you've ever felt before. Big enough to almost frighten you. You pull away from his kiss, frantic to warn him.

“Dominus, wait–something–God’s above–” You moan out because he doesn’t stop, he only shifts cat-quick to push at the back of your thigh up towards your chest, opening you up wider and hitting at that same spot harder.

It’s so loud, the wet plunge of him into the cunt he owns, the cunt that weeps and gapes for him and him alone. Your heart races, sweat beads at your hairline and his, the sound of the bed rocking with his movements; all of it ignored and unimportant compared to the feeling.

“Dominus–” your eyes drift down to where he fucks into you, hands pressing at his chest as the crushing wave inside finally crests.

Your body pushes him out with a wet gush and a scream. Your hands claw at him, your body bows almost on its own as you soak him in your climax. He doesn’t stop, instead he holds you down, his strength showing it’s face as he fucks you through the strongest climax of your life.

“That’s it Girl, take it, take my cock, and my gift.” He groans it, filling you to the brim despite your inability to do anything but lay there under him, soul outside your body, and shake with the force of the pleasure he’d given you.

He smiles as he cleans himself after, moving to you to wipe down the mess he’d made of your sex.

Your legs still shake.

“I had heard rumours in my youth that if you were skilled enough, you could pleasure a woman enough to make her burst like a fountain.” He has a smugness about him as he presses the damp cloth to your skin. You are silent still, shocked at the way he’d made you feel, at what he’d made your body do. “You are the first to prove them right. Have you ever done that before, Girl? Has any other man ever made you do that?”

“No Dominus, I have never felt anything like that before.” A shyness creeps in, a vulnerability you don’t know how to express. Your eyes cannot quite meet his and despite the pride you can see in him, he senses it.

“Did you enjoy it? I do not want to chase that again if you did not enjoy it.” He tosses the rag back into your basin, and slips into your bed with you, gathering you into his arms. You are grateful to feel his warmth, to have the comfort of his embrace.

“I did Dominus, I enjoyed it immensely, I am just–I–I,” You stutter, unsure how to explain how you feel and the curiously emotional response that amount of pleasure has borne in you.

“What is it Girl, tell me. I wish to understand.” He pulls you into the crook of his neck, his hands rubbing at your back.

“I do not know Dominus, It is strange. The pleasure was great, greater than any other time we have lain together but it is so much more. It is as though now I am tied to you, I cannot get close enough. If you leave me here now, in this bed I shall die without you.” A shyness creeps in and warms your face, an embarrassment at the intense need you have for him now. So much more than when you are aroused.

“I will not leave you, Girl. I would never leave you. I must confess, seeing how much you enjoyed that changed me as well.” He pulls your sheet up, tucking the both of you in for what is left of the night. “There is an intense pride in me now, that I could be the one to make you feel that good.”

“You always make me feel good, Dominus.” You press your lips to his neck, rubbing at his chest while you make yourself comfortable in his embrace.

“As do you, Girl. I was a mess while away from this house, away from you.” You smile into his neck before moving up to press your lips to his. There is no more need for words after that, instead you both fall into an easy rhythm of soft kisses, and gentle sweeps of your palms. A reacquainting of yourselves with one another, as though it’s been years since your last meeting instead of less than a moon’s turn.

In the safety of the dark, it was okay. The lines of your roles could be blurred, you could kiss him as often as you pleased, you could press yourself closer, and speak words of devotion without fear. You could ignore that this was a slaves bed and not his place.

When morning came, you would wake alone and serve once more, but here, in the dark; that could wait.

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bluetimeombre · 5 months ago

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・❥ 'Are you Hugh down under?' p2

You and Hugh were the stars of the biggest movie, Wolverine and Ladypool, and fans love the two of you.

[Here's p2, thank you for loving the last one and being as obsessed as I am. I hope i got everyone on the tag list and the second part to Ladypool and Wolverine is on its way. Again this isn't proof read, this is just vibes. There's some sexual innuendos and sexist comments that Hugh is at the rescue for. Also, i'm British so half of these interviews just end up being British icons]

part one

You and Hugh being in love for twenty-five minutes (part two)

2017, Y/N heart monitor

You were doing an interview for your latest movie with Nick Grimshaw on BBC radio one. It was a new thing he'd come up with, trying it with you for the first time as you were hooked up to a heart rate monitor.

'Is it working?' asked Nick. 'Is she alive?'

You help him put the stickers onto you. 'It's like, there's nothing there,' you joke with them.

'She's a robot.'

The beeping began and it found your heart beating at a steady pace, a good start.

'So, I'm going to show you a series of images and we're just gonna see how you react to these images, ok?' he asked.

You grin, nerves kicking in. 'Ok.' It could have been anything. And boy were you right.

Some of them were fine, easy, normal. A picture of a co-star the heart rate was fine, a pair of shoes that you wore a lot, a picture of cash and an ex that had it risen but not alarmingly.

'And finally,' Nick picked up an image. 'Hugh Jackman! How does he make you feel?'

Your cheeks go red and you laugh. 'I hate you all so much, um, Hugh Jackman?' you were too busy laughing. Once you had made a joke about Wolverine and how good looking he was, now it was following you everywhere.

'Heartbeats rising!' Nick cheered as you covered your face. 'Heartbeats the highest it's ever been, eighty-five, up to ninety! One hundred!' he claps.

You bang your head on the table, finally finding control over yourself. 'I can't believe you all.'

Nick slid the picture over to you. 'Here, you can take that one home with you.'

'Thanks. He looks great there, doesn't he?' you say. 'A classic, Hugh Jackman picture.'

'Yeah, you like it?' he teased.

You grinned. 'That's going on my wall when I get home.'

The Graham Norton show

You and Hugh had walked out, waving at the adorning crowd that cheered as you took the sofa.

‘Hello! Hello!’ Graham called.

The two of you looked the pair as you smiled and sat next to each other in spite of the space on the sofa.

‘Sofa to ourselves, i like that,’ you say, lying back.

‘The other guests were too intimidated,’ said Graham. ‘Now, was the walk out ok for you guys, Hugh, are you happy?’ He asked.

Hugh frowned. The crowd laughed. ‘It was very good, thank you.’

‘Because, is it true- and Y/N correct me if I’m wrong, you had a specific song you walked out onto set with?’ He asked.

Immediately knowing what he was talking about, you laugh while Hugh hangs his head and sighs.

You sat straight and took to explaining while patting his back. ‘You see, it’s very tough for Hugh to get into character as Wolverine sometimes. So the only way was to get him out the trailer was to play a specific song.’

‘Ok, ok so shall we do it again, this time with the song?’ Graham proposed. He ushered you both backstage, Hugh squeezing your shoulders as you went.

‘Whatta a man’ by salt and pepper started playing and you led the way out for Hugh who danced his way out. The crowd clapped along as Hugh shows his moves and ended with dipping.

‘Oh wonderful!’ Graham called as the two of you took your seats again.

For the rest of the interview thing went very smoothly.

‘Now is is true that the first time you met, Hugh, you didn’t actually meet Y/N?’

Hugh again huffed and shook his head. ‘This show is all to embarrass me, isn’t it?’

‘Makes a change honestly,’ you say.

Hugh looked back to you and started to tell the story. Through out, his body had moved toward you, his entire presence facing you despite talking out to everyone. ‘When I first walked on set, you know, at the ready, I was very excited to be there and even more excited to meet this wonderful lady here. And I got suited up, you know, went to hair and makeup and one of our first shots was quite a challenging one, a big stunt.’

‘Big,’ you agreed, taking a sip of your drink. You knew where the story was going.

‘Yea, so anyway, I walk over to Y/N whose already in her suit. Looks great by the way. Anyway so I start introducing myself and saying hello and how thankful I am for being here, a real heart to heart you know-‘ he says, ‘and then Y/N walked in and i realized I’d been speaking to her stunt double the whole time- whole time!’

The crowd laugh as do you, almost choking on your drink.

Wolverine and Ladypool press:

You and Hugh sat with each other all day doing press. You kept it light with jokes between the two of you, working through the people and questions.

One particular interviewer just had to get his answers though. ‘So your suit,’ he starts, looking to you. ‘It’s very tight and eventuated several parts of you, did you find that hard to manoeuvre around?’

Hugh answered before you had the chance to open your mouth. ‘I found it very easy to move around in. You know, first x-men movie, not so much but these suits, are perfect.’

The guy chuckled, it was clearly forced but you thanked Hugh for taking the question, patting his knee. ‘Can you wear like panties with them or thongs, cause they are skin tight.’

‘I’ll take this one!’ Said Hugh again. ‘I go commando, but that’s just because I like it.’

‘He does, he does like it,’ you nod, grinning. ‘He’s going commando right now actually.’

The guy tried one more time to ask you a question about the suit. At this rate, your entire body turned to face Hugh. ‘Do you feel sexy in the suit?’ He asked you.

‘Very,’ said Hugh.

After that, Hugh made several vulgar comments when you were alone, but luckily for you, Hugh was your own superhero.

Buzzfeed quiz

'Hello!' you greet the camera, holding your phone to your chest. 'I'm something-something Jackman.'

'And i'm the greatest actress of all time,' said Hugh.

You deflated, looking at him. 'Oh, well now I just look like a dick.'

'No, it's ok,' he shrugged. 'One of us has to look like a dick.'

The two of you were doing quizzes for Buzzfeed, answering if you're more Ladypool or Wolverine. Although you were sat next to each other, you'd both craned your bodies back so the other couldn't see what you were putting in, like it was a test.

'We're really competitive with each other,' Hugh told the crew.

'Yeah, not with anybody else, but I have to- I just have to prove i'm better than Hugh Jackman at something,' you said.

'Who are you hoping to get?' asked the lady behind the camera.

'Oh, Ladypool, obviously,' you said.

Hugh nodded along, watching you. (Did this man ever not look at you?) 'I wouldn't be angry about getting Ladypool either.'

You tut. 'So quick to betray yourself.'

If you could have a super power, what would you chose?

You read through the options. 'I think telekinesis,' you said. 'Mainly just because I'm lazy and it would be so easy to pick up the tv remote or close the curtains. Very practical.'

'Yeah, that's a good one,' Hugh hummed about it for longer. 'Maybe healing ability.'

You roll your eyes, throwing your head back. 'That's such a Wolverine answer!'

'I know, but I'm getting old, be nice for things to not hurt a lot,' he said.

Who's your favourite MCU character?

Hugh scanned the options. 'I er, don't see Wolverine on here?' he looked around at the crew behind the camera's shaking his head.

'Can't get the staff these days- oh my god Spider-Man's on here!' you cheered, distracted.

'She loves Spider-Man,' Hugh told the camera.

'I do. I really do,' you agreed. 'If it wasn't gonna be Wolvie, it was gonna be Spidey,' you look into the camera, holding your phone to your ear, mimicking for Andrew Garfield to call you.

Hugh dragged his finger of his neck in a cutting off motion if he ever did.

Who do you pick to be your road-trip buddy?

'You have to pick the Wolverine, c'mon,' Hugh nudged you.

You looked through the options which all considered x-men. You hesitated, humming. 'I dunno.'

'We had great fun in the car!'

A red blush took over your cheeks as you re-called the multiple, multiple takes you and Hugh had to do. Hugh saw this and draped his arm over the back of your chair.

'Yeah, but that was- that was different, this is a roadtrip not a porn video in a car,' you joked. 'And Wolverine's like so serious, Rogue, she's so fun.'

'Woah, woah,' Hugh paused everything. 'Rogue is great, don't get me wrong. But who's better!' he pointed at himself. 'Wolverine's not grumpy with you, he loves you!'

You look over at him, grinning sweetly. 'No, you love me and it's judging your character.' For five minutes, the two of you argued over who you'd rather have as a road-trip buddy. Most of it got sped up during the video. 'Ok, fine, I pick Wolverine. Who are you picking?'

'Charles,' said Hugh even though Ladypool was on the list.

You faced the camera, mouth hung open as Hugh laughed loudly and gave you a side hug, assuring you it was a joke but he still clicked on Charles!

Which musical number would you want to perform with your 'Wolverine and Ladypool' cast mate?

'Oh, some great choices!' boasted Hugh as he read through them all.

You smile at him, eyes softening. 'You've awakened the musical theatre beast.'

'Y/n, there's so many good choices! What do we pick?!' he grabbed your hand and squeezed as you watched him with joy.

There was a few choices: 'Love is an Open Door,' from Frozen, 'The other side,' which Hugh obviously did for The Greatest showman. But there was also 'The Love Melody' from Moulin Rouge and 'You're the one that I want,' from Grease and when you both saw that you gave each other a look and knew which one you were picking.

By the end when your results came up you cheered and punched the air, practically jumping out you seat. 'Ladypool! God, this felt like my audition for the character all over again,' you wipe pretend sweat from your brows. 'What did you get?'

Hugh showed you his phone. 'Ladypool! I got Ladypool!'

'We're so alike!' you entwined your fingers. Slowly and dramatically the two of you leant in, pretending you were going in for what would have been a very wet kiss before you both pulled back and explained your answers.

You and Hugh with Alison Hammond again!

The interview with the two of you and Alison Hammond was pretty much the two of you flirting and Alison fangirling. Fans couldn't stop editing it together.

'Ok so obviously there's been a lot of competition between the two of you, so we need to settle who's better once and for all,' said Alison. 'So i've got a series of challenges for the two of you to complete but there's a twist.'

'We're naked!' said Hugh causing you to laugh. 'No, sorry.'

Alison handed you both each a boxing glove. 'I want you to put one on each and sign your autographs, which ever is close wins the point.'

'You're on, Jackman,' you said, already sliding your hand into the boxing glove.

Hugh gave you a cocky smile. 'I am so gonna win this, you know why? Cause you've given me a right boxing glove, but i'm left-handed!' he quickly got to scribbling his autograph.

'Fuck!' you cursed, struggling with your own. (It was bleeped out on this morning).

When you handed them both back to Alison it was obvious who the winner was. 'Thanks for this guys, it'll do numbers on Ebay.'

The two of you practically topple on each other with how hard you laugh.

Next you had to try to open a bottle of water with your gloves on and pour it into glasses and try drinking from it, both of which you failed at. Then the two of you just started fighting each other so Alison called it off like she was your teacher in a rowdy class.

'So, as I am a morning presenter, I thought I'd see how good the two of you would be if you had your own Hugh and Y/N morning show- so here's some guards, scoot closer, scoot closer,' said Alison.

The two of you took the cards and moved your chairs together until your thighs were pressed together. You waited for your cue before the two of you began your audition for your own morning show.

Hugh threw his arm around your shoulder, drawing you in.

'No, Hugh,' you denied, 'we must be professional on tv!'

Alison cackled. 'Yeah, you wouldn't do that on tv.'

Hugh looked offended at the both of you. 'We're re-defining what it means!'

You push him off you and hit him with your cards.

Hugh assesses the camera. 'Where's the shot? Above our chests, perfect, so I can do this.' And he puts his hand on your thigh, sprawling it out as you bite your lip to stop the grin.

'I'm taking this audition seriously, Hugh!'

Finally, the two of you start, acting as if it was a real morning show while Alison gave you pointers.

'Did you have a good weekend?' Hugh asked you (in reality all your weekends had been spent in his company) 'What did you get up to?'

You shrug. 'Nothing much.'

'No,' he interrupted causing you and Alison to laugh. 'When I ask a generic how was your weekend, you have to tell me a great funny story that we've set up before. So, Y/N, what did you do on your weekend?'

'I went fishing,' you said the first thing that popped into your head.

'Did you fall in?' he asked.

'I fell in.'

'That's hilarious!' the way he said it and the way he looked into the camera, caring about it just made you laugh so bad. 'Don't go anywhere, we'll see you after the break!' you were still laughing when Hugh wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled into your neck, making kissing noises and hiding behind the cards.

Even more at the premier

You and Hugh stood next to each other, him keeping an arm around your waist as you both listened to the interviewer ask you questions.

'So, Y/N, we found this interview from 2017 and we thought Hugh might like to take a look at it,' they said, pulling out their phone and clicking on a video.

As soon as it started playing, you knew what it was. 'Oh god.' you hid yourself, turning to Hugh as he watched.

It was the famous heart-rate monitor interview, where, when you saw a picture of a shirtless Hugh Jackman, your heart-rate spiked higher than any other picture.

Hugh was smiling the whole time and beamed at you when the video finished. 'You have that effect on me,' he assured you, leaning his head on top of yours and smiling at the interviewer.

'Y/N, do you still feel that way when you look at him now?' they asked.

'More,' you said, speaking loudly over all the noise. 'I feel it ten times more.'

And fans, anyone, could see how much the two of you were in love. Whether it was just flirting or if it was real, it was there and everyone was happy for you.

As the two of you walked off, the camera followed you. Hugh's head was bowed low, seemingly taking low to you as his arm remained around your waist and yours came up to rub his back up and down. He laughed loudly at something you had said before dropping a kiss to the top of your head and continuing on the journey.

(there probably won't be part three but I'm working on another compilation with you and Hugh)

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ireverie · 8 days ago

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sexcapade

pairing ↠ co-worker!sunghoon x (f) reader

genre .. warnings ↠ smut, professor!sunghoon x professor!reader, infidelity, unprotected sex, sensory deprivation, overstimulation, almost getting caught

summary ↠ with things in the bedroom getting stale with your husband, you start searching for excitement and your co-worker, sunghoon, is more than willing to provide it for you. on campus, you barely acknowledge each other, but in the sheets, you can't stop calling out his name.

wc ↠ 2.2k

a/n ↠ originally posted on my blog revehae, i am not plagiarizing myself. part 1/3 of the in my blood series. as always, feedback is appreciated!

don’t like it, don’t read.

it started in the spring. like there was pollen in the air, too there was lust, gentle breezes seemingly sweeping you flush against sunghoon’s chest where you could never not inhale the manly scent of him; never not leave with it clinging to you.

you were very aware that it was wrong. matter of fact, every time you laid eyes on your husband’s face and looked into his, saw how they twinkled at the sight of you and how they were bewitched by the charm of your soul, guilt ruptured your heart with an angry, unmistakable pang of ire.

so you did not think with the throbbing inside your chest, but the throbbing between your thighs.

a woman needed excitement in her life, a kind of which sunghoon was more than glad to offer. sex quickly got boring in the bedroom after so many years of unlively routines and you taught molecular biology to a class of undergraduates that couldn’t wait to get the fuck on with their lives. to say nothing of the long nights spent sifting through overdue assignments. you were allowed to have fun sometimes. after all, you were only in your early thirties. you still considered yourself young.

like many other women, specifically younger ones that found him attractive for an older man, you noticed that sunghoon did not wear a ring on his finger. upon further discussion, you learned that though he was no longer married, he had a twenty-something-year-old son who took your class. apparently, his son spoke delightfully of you, which was flattering, but you’d always been more interested in what sunghoon thought.

and you quickly found out.

“had enough?” sunghoon asked, poking his head through the doorway.

not that you could see. there was a blindfold taut around your face, hindering your vision for the past forty-five minutes. to you, it felt like an eternity. the toy between your trembling thighs buzzed, inducing orgasm after orgasm, a number so great that it had tears slipping down your cheeks past the fabric of the blindfold.

speaking of orgasms, you couldn’t stop the cry that parted your lips as heat unfurled throughout your body for the umpteenth time, spreading from between your thighs to your head where there was nothing but empty thought and faintness.

“that was beautiful,” sunghoon remarked, only watching.

“please,” you croaked.

sunghoon played dumb with you. he had a penchant for it, drawing out your agony by pretending as if he were oblivious to your needs, when in reality he was the most attuned to them. “you want more?”

“no!” you exclaimed, desperate. you couldn’t even feel your legs if you tried, that was how long he had left you here with yourself - and this fucking toy. “please, no more. it’s too much, sunghoon.”

“but baby,” sunghoon started, donning his sweetest tone. “you wanted this. remember?”

that was true. you knew when this affair first started that sunghoon was available to open you up to new, exciting things, because your bedroom experiences with your husband could all be described the same way. though with sunghoon, there was room for variety.

it was just overwhelming sometimes. sunghoon could be so harsh under the guise of merely giving you what he wanted. you knew that it was what he wanted if anything, that you were just his lab rant to experiment on, but you never admit that you liked it that way. nor would you admit that you would’ve also liked to be a little more.

but sunghoon knew that. he never mentioned a word of it, because it didn’t need to be said. it went without saying that you were his to do whatever he pleased with.

“sunghoon…,” you trailed, your voice shaky.

sunghoon, ignoring you, asked, “how many times did you cum?”

you gulped. racking your brain for an answer, you ultimately came up empty. by the third one, time lost all meaning and so did thought. “i… i lost count.”

“then, you know what that means, right?”

you gasped when the toy was moved. not at the action itself, but because you didn’t realize he’d gotten so close. his footsteps were so quiet.

“but…,” you started.

“but nothing,” sunghoon said, snatching the blindfold off of your face. you blinked a couple of times, adjusting to the brightness. the cuffs around your wrists were next. “you know the rules, don’t you?”

you whispered, “yes, sunghoon.”

“hands and knees.”

you didn’t hesitate to crawl into the said position, regardless of the exhaustion weighing down your body, because you knew what to expect if you didn’t comply with whatever he wanted. there were times were sunghoon was generous enough to let you cum, times where you didn’t deserve it, much like now. you wanted to get around punishment, but it would never happen if you didn’t satiate him.

the bed creaked when he raised himself atop of it from behind you, the sound of him fumbling with his belt making you wetter. once upon a time, you didn’t even think that that was possible, but you never stopped dripping when with sunghoon. somehow, he made even simple things like the anticipation arousing.

sunghoon dropped his shirt, followed by a toss of his pants. he had no need for them anymore. for the forty-five minutes that you’d been ruining his sheets, weakened by the overstimulation, sunghoon had been in his study trying to shake the thoughts of you while he attempted to grade papers. he was already hard from his imagination and the memories of stuffing you full of his cum, but seeing you in front of him, waiting for him, your pussy soaked for him, it did unfathomable things to his cock.

you released a shaky breath when you felt him lubricating himself with your arousal, slipping between your glistening folds, and writhed from the sensitivity. “sunghoon, it’s too much,” you whimpered.

sunghoon chuckled. “baby, i’m not even inside you yet.”

your face burned. you could feel yourself dripping and it was humiliating, because you only got like this for him and him only.

“so fucking wet,” sunghoon cursed, having fun teasing your folds. “just for me.”

you cried out when he suddenly slapped your cunt, mouth parted as you gasped out, “sunghoon...”

“fuck, you always get so wet for me. isn’t that right, baby?” sunghoon asked, enamored with you. it was magical how he could pretend as if you meant nothing to him at work and become so addicted to you when nobody was watching.

you bobbed your head. “yes, sunghoon. just for you.”

that must’ve did it for him, because the very next second, you felt sunghoon finally start to roll inside of your cunt, mumbling curses under his breath. you almost collapsed then, almost slumped and gave out just from the tip of his cock, but you resisted because you had something that you needed to prove.

sunghoon was slow, but his cock slipped right inside you with ease, it was almost pathetic. not to mention that he was bigger than anything you could’ve imagined taking, so much that you always found yourself gasping when you realized that he wasn’t completely buried inside of you yet. you couldn’t believe that he had so much to give.

“oh my god,” you moaned, eyes rolling back from how full you were. no man had ever satisfied you like this, and sunghoon was just getting started.

not only were you filled to the hilt with his hard cock, but also the ache for him to fuck you until your entire body went numb like he’d already done countless times. sunghoon gripped your hips, using them as an anchor. when you felt so good as you did, as tight as you were, it would be dangerous not to ground himself.

sunghoon grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling just tight enough to let you know the trip was there. you were basking in his warmth and being crushed underneath his weight while he balanced your hips in one hand and the grip on your hair in the other. he smacked your ass and hissed, “so fucking pretty.”

sometimes you wished that he was yours. you could imagine coming home with him day after day, singing to music in the car together while his company made minutes feel like hours. you didn’t mind that he had a son, either. you always wanted a child, though not one that would be the product of shitty sex and a broken marriage.

the liking you’d taken to sunghoon went beyond sex, though the endless orgasms and fulfillment he never neglected you of definitely encouraged those feelings. moments like now, when he was balls deep inside you, you were more than willing to risk it all for him. you would get a divorce. you would move in. anything he wanted, just as quick as he said the word.

i am out of my mind, came your thoughts, though your grip on them slackened the more sunghoon fucked you into oblivion.

“it’s so… deep,” you gasped, marveling.

sunghoon chuckled. though you had never said it outright, your constant fascination with how big his cock was or how deep he could fit inside you, stretching out your velvety tight walls, was more than enough of an indication that your husband was not exactly packing like he was. you made it a point to mention that sunghoon was huge.

“yeah?” sunghoon asked huskily, wanting to suck a bruise onto the side of your throat, but he willed himself not to.

“mm-hm,” you mumbled. “can feel you in… in my stomach.”

“where?” sunghoon kept one hand at your hip but dropped the one at your head, wrapping it around you, and reaching for your stomach. “here?”

you bobbed your head. he could feel it too, and it elicited a deep growl out of him, one that had you clamping involuntarily around his size.

sunghoon could fuck you for hours if you let him. the same way that he was the best you’d ever had, he simply couldn’t get enough of you. there were times throughout the day where his mind would only flicker with debilitating thoughts of you, memories of your face and how you tasted. at times, you made it difficult to move on.

“dad,” came a voice from down the hall, one both of you were very acquainted with.

“shit,” sunghoon hissed, irritated, and clamped his hand around your mouth. your cries and whimpers were muffled into his hard palm and your breath was cut off, because it was so difficult to breathe solely through your nose. “be a good girl and keep quiet.”

“dad,” sounded jake’s voice again, just outside the door.

your heart was racing. your eyes were wide, the fear and excitement of getting caught fighting for totality in your icy veins. his son was one of your students and students talked. if it got out that you were having an affair with sunghoon, this could destroy you, but there was something so arousing about the thrill.

“i’m in here. don’t open that door,” sunghoon said, breathless voice betraying what was happening behind that door.

his son was far from stupid, that you knew all too well, and retorted, “dad, are you getting laid? is it the hot nurse you were flirting with at the hospital? tell her i said ‘hi.’”

you frowned.

before sunghoon could even get a word out, his son added, “i’m leaving. you two have the house to yourselves again.”

“bye,” sunghoon huffed, dropping his palm from your face.

you inhaled sharply. you could finally breathe again.

sunghoon kissed the back of your neck, nibbling at your ear. “you did so good,” he whispered, voice gentle and sweet as ever. “if you beg good enough, i’ll change my mind and let you cum.”

you hopped at the opportunity like a ravenous pack of wolves starved through the winter, begging with the utmost desperation, “sunghoon, please. please let me cum. i’ll do anything, oh my fucking god, i need it. i need you.”

“you need me?”

so fucking bad. more than anything. “i need you,” you repeated, whinier. needier.

“cum around my dick,” sunghoon commanded, voice deep and throaty and just the way you liked it. you would steal a soul for him if that was what he wanted.

it wasn’t very long before one final cry of his name escaped you, pouring out of your lips like honey as you stuttered around his cock, heat spasming between your legs. tears trickled from your eyes, the stimulation from all of the orgasms you’d had in one night alone, and you couldn’t stop yourself from convulsing. your muscles slackened and your limbs went limp to your sides.

sunghoon was directly behind you, spurred on by the sight and feeling of you coming undone around him, and you knew when his hold on your hips tightened and that lethal growl parted his mouth that he had met his climax, the feeling of his hot cum seeping into your cunt being the unnecessary confirmation.

“good fucking girl,” sunghoon praised, still sweetly in your ear.

you sighed contentedly when he flipped you onto your back, sweeping you into his arms and kissing your lips as a treat. he wiped the tears out of your eyes, watching you still shudder.

“stay the night,” sunghoon said, looking into your hazy eyes.

you blinked, breathing heavily to catch your breath. “sunghoon, you know i can’t do that. my husband will...”

“i wasn’t asking.”

“well,” you replied, quietening. “i guess i can come up with something.”

sunghoon smiled triumphantly, smashing his lips against yours again. you sighed again, still content, though there was a thought lurking on your mind. i don’t know what i’m going to do.

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