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Wild how we know that Elizabeth Woodville was officially appointed to royal councils in her own right during her husbandâs reign and fortified the Tower of London in preparation of a siege while 8-months pregnant and had forces gathering at Westminster âin the queenâs nameâ in 1483 â only for NONE of these things to be even included, let alone explored, in the vast majority of scholarship and historical novels involving her.
#lol I don't remember writing this - I found it when I was searching for something else in my drafts. But it's 100% true so I had to post it.#elizabeth woodville#my post#Imo this is mainly because Elizabeth's negative historiography has always involved both vilification and diminishment in equal measure.#and because her brand of vilification (femme fatale; intriguer) suggests more indirect/âfeminineâ than legitimate/forceful types of power#It's still bizarre though-you'd think these would be some of the most famous & defining aspects of Elizabeth's life. But apparently not#I guess she only matters when it comes to marrying Edward and Promoting Her Family and scheming against Richard#There is very lacking interest in her beyond those things even in her traditionally negative depictions#And most of her âreassessmentsâ tend to do diminish her so badly she's rendered utterly irrelevant and almost pathetic by the end of it#Even when some of these things *are* mentioned they're never truly emphasized as they should be.#See: her formal appointment in royal councils. It was highly unconventional + entirely unprecedented for queens in the 14th & 15th century#You'd think this would be incredibly important and highlighted when analyzing late medieval queenship in England but apparently not#Historians are more willing to straight-up INVENT positions & roles for so many other late medieval queens/king's mothers that didn't exist#(not getting into this right now it's too long...)#But somehow acknowledging and discussing Elizabeth's ACTUAL formally appointed role is too much for them I guess#She's either subsumed into the general vilification of her family (never mind that they were known as 'the queen's kin' to actual#contemporaries; they were defined by HER not the other way around) or she's rendered utterly insignificant by historians. Often both.#But at the end of the day her individual role and identity often overlooked or downplayed in both scenarios#and ofc I've said this before but - there has literally never been a proper reassessment of Elizabeth's role in 1483-85 TILL DATE#despite the fact that it's such a sensational and well-known time period in medieval England#This isn't even a Wars of the Roses thing. Both Margaret of Anjou and Margaret Beaufort have had multiple different reassessments#of their roles and positions during their respective crises/upheavals by now;#There is simply a distinct lack of interest in reassessing Elizabeth in a similar way and I think this needs to be acknowledged.#Speaking of which - there's also a persistent habit of analyzing her through the context of Margaret of Anjou or Elizabeth of York#(either as a parallel or a foil) rather than as a historical figure in HER OWN RIGHT#that's also too long to get into I just wanted to point it out because I hate it and I think it's utterly senseless#I've so much to say about how all of this affects her portrayal in historical fiction as well but that's going into a whole other tangent#ofc there are other things but these in particular *really* frustrate me#just felt like ranting a bit in the tags because these are all things that I want to individually discuss someday with proper posts...
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Quick doodle of a not so modern au this time, where everyone is happy and lives and Pat and Achilles build a cottage somewhere and raise Pyrrhus instead of dying in a war lmao
#tsoa#the song of achilles#patrochilles#angies art#Pyrrhus#because he needs his own tag at this point lmao#I like to think in this scenerio Deidameia realizes she doesnât actually want to raise a kid#bc yâknow in tsoa she was kind of pressured into by Thetis so she just gives Pyrrhus over for Achilles to raise and heâs like.#well I guess Iâm a family man now lmao thus they mind their own damn business and live their best lives someplace away from everyone#and Dei goes off and lives her best single kid free life with the gals on Scyros lol everyone wins#very similar to what happens in my modern au :v
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I got thinking too much about Marwa from What We Do in the Shadows again and how she was canonically making observations of Jupiter and Saturn in the 1200s. Then I thought about how Elena took Damon to go watch a meteor shower, and I decided that Marwa and Elena should get away from all the vampire drama B.S. in their lives and go nerd out about astronomy together, and this moodboard sort of happened. I also thought about how Elena becomes a doctor and went ah, they are both women in STEM! So I ran with that as a theme too.
But yeah, Marwa needs a friend who will actually support her interests and engage with her intellectually (no shade to Nadja and the Guide, I'm glad they had a fun weekend watching Mamma Mia together which was literally the only time we got to actually see Marwa happy onscreen, but they have never demonstrated much interest in science that I can recall and I want Marwa to have an astronomy buddy), and I think Elena would be fascinated by her and her perspectives on astronomy from centuries ago, and they could learn about modern astronomical advances together. If I find the time and energy I might even write fic about it, but for now, here is a moodboard so that we can all bask in the vibes of my beautiful crossover vision together.
Image sources: x x x / x (the first frame of x gif + a screenshot from x) x / x + x x x
#Elena Gilbert#Marwa wwdits#Marwa/Elena#Marlena#Marwalena#I'm not necessarily viewing this as a romantic ship but I'm also not not viewing it as one. take it either way as it pleases you#rowing the rarepair rowboat#(thank you freddieslater for letting me use that tag that's such a good tag)#the Vampire Diaries#What We Do in the Shadows#Marwa the Relentless#at first I didn't want to call her that because Nandor is such garbage to her. not even garbage. he hollows her out and destroys her soul#but I like the idea that she is also relentless in her own way. if only insomuch as she survived him. which really she didn't#the more I think about what happened to Marwa the more I feel like she endured the worst fate imaginable. I mean what Nandor did to her was#really so much more evil than any of the compulsion we see in Vampire Diaries because I mean he completely erased everything that made her#who she was. He chipped away at her personality and her sense of self bit by bit until he literally deleted anything recognizable as Marwa#from existence. I need to scream about it.#and the only scene with her smiling is the one I took that screenshot from. The only. Scene.#anyways I'm so glad she's fine now & having fun showing Elena cool telescopes and telling her about all of Jupiter's moons &how to see them#I love astronomy so if somebody on TV mentions liking astronomy I become bonded for life with them. lol#TVD rarepair rowboat#WWDITS#not to be anti-wwdits; I do love Nandermo. but they did Marwa so dirty#Justice for Marwa!#astronomy moodboard#I made this weeks ago but I got so busy with the play but now the play is over and I went 'hey remember that moodboard you should post it'#so here it be :)#it's not the best moodboard I've ever made but I made it in a passionate fervor of feminist energy and I like it
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Here's some sketches of my AU Pearl
cause. i don't have any fully done pieces :'3
If u want context
well most of it's there
but like in au context!!!
send me an ask i'd love to talk about it lol
anyways
the file names are silly and fun so here they are
1 Sun favoring Moon God
2 They broke her nose and she still won
3 I love making her accidentally concerning!!
4 pet the t i l l y
and for reasons to u unknown(so the file name makes no sense oopsie)
5 Peaarrll That's not normal!!!!!
I have fun with image names on IBIS now so the files are fun aswell
also!! Cameo from AU Grian and Tilly!!! I think they're silly :]
all of the sketches may look weird together cause i think i forgot to put her necklace in ALL of them and there are differences in how i draw her in general but um
ya
I can't believe i forgot her necklace :'[
#does tilly look good? no. but do I love them? Yes#I have a whole story for the 3rd image. not kidding LOL#aswell as the 2nd now that I think of it lol#I have explanations for all of them in the AU#I go insane about my own au sometimes LOL#pearlescentmoon#hermitcraft#double life#grian#he's here aswell#so i'll tag him#lmk if i shouldn't#ohhh i just realized i forgot her gloves on like 2 of them AAAA#to be fair#the place i was at while drawing WAS REALLY BORING#and loud#should I tag empires smp?#cause 2 images technically reference it (1st and 2nd) even if the 2nd doesn't seem like it lol#she just got back from a club about fighting and training and such IDK#MAN I NEED TO THINK ABOUT THIS MORE#I love rambling in my tags#it's good for the soul#nothing else i think ?#i didn't pull up a ref for ANY of these#rip i guess lol
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Iâve been feeling CrĂ©a creep up on me as of late and today I went back and reread my little document where I type up random ideas for scenes/fics and I was like. Wow who wrote this. This is really good. Why isnât there more of this damn. But also wow I really put miss crĂ©a through the blender and she is a fine red mist a lot. But that is the life of a rangerâŠand even when sheâs not a ranger anymore I press blend on high and she is sadly used to that
#(I forgot what made me think of it but I had this fantastic idea post war where CrĂ©a has tried to keep herself together)#(and itâs one specific incident that really makes her crack- I wrote a really compelling idea of her having PTSD and it unexpectedly)#(manifesting in a place where she didnât anticipate it. and ofc itâs medieval medicine so they donât know what PTSD is exactly but they)#(not like we know ptsd anyways. so itâs a really interesting exploration of grief and suppression and dealing with it- or not dealing with)#(it in this case. bc sheâs avoided it for years and sheâs like. god I fucking miss being a ranger so much. that was ME.)#(now Iâm not a ranger anymore and I lost my entire identity)#(she canât return to Evendim for a long time and desperately misses it. most of her friends are dead)#(or gone up north or treat her differently)#(she feels really isolated and alone even though sheâs aware sheâs not but itâs a lot to deal with!!! and I didnât quite have an ending)#(but it was really compelling and I need to return to it one day)#(the other one I wrote ideas for and wrote a small scene was creaâs first experience meeting rangers)#(back when the angle was new. sighs. the potentialâŠcrea interacting with and learning ranger culture for the first time)#(after being alienated and kept away not of her own will. and her having a scene with faeron and standing on the bridge with him)#(but also of her thinking of what her life mightâve been like had she not been lied to about her heritage or had it hidden)#(sheâs at a huge disadvantage-she barely knows dĂșnedain/elf history or sindarin etc. she couldâve had a whole different life)#(and AGAIN the theme of GRIEF- grieving smth that was kept from you. a life youâll never have but couldâve)#(anyways. that probably all couldâve been in a post LOL and not in tags)#(but yeah damn!!! I was writing some good stuff!!!)#(now I wanna replay all the LOTRO areas again..)
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Long but relatively unserious vent/rant below the cut (sorry I added this in bc I realized how long this post is oops)
Being at the center of some kind of internet witchhunt (which ik is kind of buzzwordy but) is literally my biggest fear ohhh my god. Even a small scale one⊠I think I would Die. Maybe itâs because I had a similar thing happen with my friend group in high school where one of them convinced the others I was like evil and spread all these rumors about me⊠đ He was splitting on me but still. Thatâs an explanation, not an excuse. And it basically confirmed all of my intrusive thoughts about myself, and my personality completely self-destructed and changed, and I havenât interacted with any of those people the same way since. I isolated from them for MONTHS and just loathed myself. Bleh
The reason itâs on my mind is bc Iâve seen this happen to friends and mutuals and even just people Iâve followed in small fandoms, where the whole fandom hates them bc of this little drama and like. I KNOW that fandom drama is not the end of the world, but truly I think that would destroy me for months. And I would never be able to set foot in those spaces again :â) Getting a handful of rude comments about a fucking transfem hc I had at like 14 made me stop writing fanfic for YEARS đđđ sigh. Just bc they said it was âout of character for him to want to be a girlâ đ (<- character who canonically felt confident when dressed as a woman btw. initially for a disguise but then she grew to love it. BUT I DIGRESS KNSHFJW)
All this to say I think thatâs why I tiptoe around everything I say online⊠I am SO scared of ruffling feathers, but I know that fandoms are places for like! Having fun! And itâs not a big deal! And it doesnât affect my real life! But like idk.. I just hate the idea of being hated by anyone. Iâm sure that I ANNOY some people, and thatâs whatever; I talk a lot and make overly personal posts sometimes (like this lol) but I donât wanna be HATED yk? And idek if itâs better to be hated and ostracized publicly or resented in secret by people who still interact with you⊠:( Agh. If you ever have an issue with me, please DM me instead of letting it build up into something worse!
ANYWAY LIKE.. with fandom stuff. Idk. I want to have fun! I want to write and post things on Tumblr and AO3 etc but I am just very scared of peoplesâ opinions, especially now that I have a decently popular/well-liked longfic in DnDads. For some reason I have convinced myself that writing bad or self-indulgent NSFW will make everyone hate me lmao. Like girl the POINT of fanfic is to be self-indulgentâŠâŠâŠ.. sigh I need to get out more
^ light-hearted⊠but also kinda true haha. I stay at home a lot just bc I donât have many reasons to go out atm and only a handful of close friends to go out with. Hopefully that will change when I move next semester lol. And whenever I get interests, theyâre VERY strong and long-lasting, and fanfic writing is one of my main hobbies, so I get REALLY into online communities. And rn that is kind of my little niche fandom Tumblr bubble⊠which is embarrassing and probably unhealthy but whatever. I just inevitably get a lot of anxiety about things that are important/fun to me (bc OCD), especially bc Iâve never really had mutuals/âfriendsâ in a fandom before this, excluding my irls
Anyway this got longer and more vent-y than I intended so I will tag accordingly, and sorry to whoever is reading this lol; I just wanted to get my thoughts written down in a public forum bc idk⊠Makes me feel less insane when ik other people can see it, too. Helps me not take it too seriously and spiral lol.
#vent#cw vent#rant#delete later#<- like tomorrow morning Iâm shre#usually I delete stuff like this immediately but Iâll try to keep it up#was talking to my mom earlier about OCD and intrusive thoughts and whatnotâŠ.#she definitely has it too. like undoubtedly#her intrusive thoughts and compulsions sounded exactly like mine#which sucks for me bc my dad ALSO definitely has OCD (in a more outwardly recognizable way) so! wahoo! double whammy#just feeling kinda defeated about mental health stuff#I feel like itâs never gonna get better#I need to go to therapy or a psychiatrist or SOMETHING#itâs been like 4 years now since I was originally supposed to go lol#and I keep putting it off out of fear (I think)#my friends (irls) have all been getting diagnoses and prescriptions lately#which is exciting for them but :( idk. I feel like thereâs no way to medicate whatever Iâve got going on except SSRIs????#and I donât really want that#mostly though Iâm just scared of going back to therapy or to a psychiatrist bc I think theyâll think Iâm lying or crazy or whatever#which sounds stupid when I write it out but idk#I should probably keep a journal but when Iâm only writing for my own eyes I just kinda wallow in it and write concerning poetry lol#I like journaling in a way other people can see (even if yâall DONâT like seeing it lmaoooo) bc it makes it feel more real?#and out of my head.. concrete etc.#wackyposting#<- seriously need to change that tag still lol
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every time i think about roseâs ending i go a little more insane
#i am just SO conflicted about it#i definitely believe her and tentoo worked it all out and got their happy ending and living their best lives#and i think its rly poetic that in the end it was THE MAN who gave up everything so he could be with the girl#instead of rose having to give up her humanity - the thing the doctor loved so much about her#and tentoo IS the doctor#but like#rose never has to face the same lesson every other companion has to that they have to leave the doctor#and idk if thatâs a good or a bad thing#also that fact shes just in a different universe now not of her own fucks with me#like she considered dead in the main universe and that genuinely makes me sad#and she can never see jack or sarah ane ever again#as the first companion of the nuwho era she definitely deserves a unique and special ending#but ig cuz we never specifically get closure in the show about her and tentooâs relationship ig thatâs why i go back and fourth on it#just hope my girl is happy#doctor who#not putting this in the main rose tags no one needs to see my nonsens lol
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hi so i heard that you have a tragic oc ending. Wellllll im listening :D
it's not really a tragic ending. everything (most everything) turns out ok despite some tragic stuff happening on the way there
(warning for gore/body horror)
Paradox always thought there was so much untapped potential to shapeshifting. sure, anyone with the right magic can change into whatever temporary form they want, but is there any way to make it permanent? to grow back parts of yourself you've lost? to achieve total control over your own body? to become functionally immortal?
he could never try it. not with this weak, flimsy magic afforded to him from his hometown. but now the magic of a god has bonded itself to his heart, and the possibilities open up.
the first trial was a success. all the venom from a snakebite that could kill in a matter of hours, cleansed from his body in a matter of minutes.
the second took some doing. the nasty gash over his face healed easy enough, but repairing the eye was a slow, agonizing process. all that matters is that it worked, in the end, despite the strain.
the third... well it's not really a trial anymore, is it?
it was the magic of a god that finally let him hone his craft. but anything divine is a commodity, and sooner or later someone would come for it. no matter how entangled it was inside him, no matter what collateral would have to be wrought, they would have what they came for. and they took it.
did he ever need divinity? could he become immortal with only the magic he had the whole time? he must somehow be already, he thinks, because his blood keeps running despite the gaping cavity of his chest.
#ghost post#paradox#i love being cryptic but i realize this probably doesnt hit hard if you dont know my ocs aksndnsdjs#im worried im TOO cryptic so heres what happened at the end#astra (main villain) took paradox's god magic#and because magic becomes a part of the host she essentially had to take his heart#but paradox is about survival. thats all hes ever been about#he goes into what is effectively a coma and uses the weak magic to grow a new heart for himself#this takes WEEKS btw#the others are convinced he's dead for far too long for comfort but his breathing is just barely barely audible#and sometimes juxt can see him dream of blood#idc if all this is scientific btw they are literally talking animals#anyway ITS ALL ABOUT THE PARALLELS BABY#paradox and astra both want the survival theyve had to fight tooth and nail for their whole lives#paradox entertains the idea of immortality through his own skill while astra is willing to take what she thinks is hers#anyone else would have died in that situation#even if they had the magic for it who else would have such a deathgrip on life?#i lost my train of thought lol#i looked at my paradox tag to see if you could get an idea of his character from what ive posted and ive decided#i need to get louder about my ocs right now#and also ive decided not to hold back on spoilers bc is it really spoiling if it doesnt exist in any readable form#anyway dont worry about the eye thing from the second trial im totally not cooking up even more torment for him haha
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LOVE - LOCKED | FC43
an: this is based off of this request and i hope you like it bc i had sm fun writing a romantic slightly angsty thing i cant wait to hear what y'all thin, i also think it may be slightly rushed tho so lol ALSO LOL WE'RE GONNA PRETEND CARLOS IS YOUNGER IN THIS BC I NEEDED HER TO BE HIS OLDER SISTER
summary: carlos' sister has lived her life completely separated from him and their family name, instead she went and made a name for herself in the tennis world - she likes her life like that. that is until she meets franco colapinto
wc: 8.7k
The roar of engines, even from a distance, unsettled her.
They reminded her of the long days her father and brother spent in garages, the low rumble of motors and sharp tang of fuel in the air. Those were the hours sheâd spend alone, working on her serve in the empty court across town, each hit ricocheting off the walls with a hollow, lonely echo. Her own choice, of course. Sheâd had no interest in the world of carbon fibre and grease, no desire to be the girl who simply tagged along, her name always in her brotherâs shadow.
Now, years later, sheâd become someone entirely on her own terms. A name people knew on its own â VĂĄzquez de Castro â a name that meant something outside of her family, outside of her brotherâs fame.
She slipped her phone into her bag and looked around the chaotic pit lane. Journalists, engineers, teams in matching shirts, faces alight with anticipation for the weekend's race. She knew sheâd stand out here; her face might be familiar, but she was a stranger in this world.
The hum of voices around her faded as she felt his gaze. Sheâd been hoping to move through unnoticed, just a face in a sea of faces, but there he was: tall, familiar, unmistakably Carlos. His brow furrowed in surprise as he caught sight of her, his quick steps carrying him closer before she had a chance to dodge. She braced herself, turning to him with a calm that she didnât quite feel.
âNo aquĂ,â she murmured, her voice low, hoping that would be enough to keep curious ears at bay.
He paused, just a moment, his expression softening in understanding, and he tilted his head, his face somewhere between a grin and a frown. âYou came.â
It wasnât an accusation exactly â more surprise than anything. But she couldnât miss the faint hope in his eyes, as if he thought she might be here to see him, to share a piece of his world after all this time. She let his words linger for a beat before she replied, her tone steady.
âI was invited,â she said, giving a slight shrug, âby Fernando.â She gestured vaguely in the direction of the green and silver canopy, keeping her tone casual, but she saw his shoulders fall ever so slightly.
He nodded, glancing away for a moment, his jaw set. âRight. Fernando.â
There was something she wanted to say, something to soften the look in his eyes, but the pit lane was crowded, the eyes and cameras trained on every inch of the paddock sharper than sheâd ever expected. Theyâd notice anything. And the last thing she wanted was for the papers to start spinning stories, putting her under a headline right next to him.
She touched his arm briefly. âTe hablo en el hotel. Iâll speak to you at the hotel.â
As she made her way toward the exit, ready to slip back into the background and disappear, she heard a voice calling out just over the rumble of engines and chatter.
âÂĄLa princesa española!â
The words were unmistakable, lilting and clear, even with the crowd and machinery all around. The Spanish Princess. The nickname made her falter. It was something she sometimes heard on the tennis courts in Madrid or whispered by fans in distant cities when she played in international tournaments. But here? She scanned the area, puzzled at who would recognise her in this world of racing.
When she turned, her eyes met those of someone unfamiliar yet striking. He was tall, with an easy, disarming smile, his race suit gleaming with the bright, bold colours of his teamâs livery. He looked young, not much older than she was, but he carried himself with that unmistakable energy sheâd seen in rising stars before. The rookie, she realised, though she hadnât kept up enough to know his name.
He held her gaze a moment too long, that same smile lingering as he approached, his eyes sparking with something between amusement and curiosity. She felt herself tense, almost involuntarily, her instinct telling her to slip away, to avoid whatever came next.
âEs realmente la princesa española,â he said, his tone playful yet certain.
Then it hit her.
Franco.
That was his name.
Francoâs grin widened as he closed the distance between them, his eyes bright with an almost boyish enthusiasm. âSoy un gran admirador de tu trabajo,â he said, his Argentine accent softening his words. âIâve watched almost all your matches â I love the way you play.â
She blinked, taken aback. This wasnât the usual kind of recognition she got, especially not here. She could count on one hand how many times sheâd been recognised in public. She looked at him, trying to reconcile this confident young driver with the earnest fan in front of her.
âÂżMe conoces?â The question slipped out before she could think, her voice tinged with disbelief.
He raised an eyebrow, his smile never faltering. âÂżQuiĂ©n no te conoce?â he replied, with a touch of humour. âLa princesa española, queen of the clay court, unstoppable backhand â yeah, I know you.â
There was something genuine in his tone, something that set him apart from the usual strangers who said they knew her.Â
And before she could stop herself, she found herself almost smiling. She cleared her throat, searching for a response, but her mind was blank. What could she say? That she knew nothing of him, or any of these people â that she had only set foot here today by chance?
She settled for a simple, âGracias.â
Francoâs curiosity didnât waver. He leaned in slightly, folding his arms with an amused glint in his eyes. âSo, what brings la princesa española to the F1 paddock?â
She shrugged lightly, careful not to reveal too much. âIâm here as one of Fernando Alonsoâs guests. Aston Martin.â She left it at that, hoping he wouldnât dig further. Noticing that she looked a bit like another driver on the paddock. Thankfully, he didnât.
His grin only grew wider, and she had the feeling that her mystery intrigued him. âWell then, if youâre one of Fernandoâs guests, that means youâre not tied to my team,â he said with a glint of mischief. âCome with me â Iâll give you a tour of my garage. Itâll be like⊠a private tour.â
She hesitated, her gaze shifting back toward the exit, where sheâd planned to slip out and leave all of this behind. If she went with him, there was a chance people would recognise her, start to connect her with her brotherâs world. Sheâd spent her whole career carefully avoiding this â the headlines, the whispers, the inevitable questions about why sheâd chosen such a different path. But the look on his face, that open, boyish enthusiasm, was hard to resist.
She let out a sigh, then looked up at him with a sudden, defiant glimmer in her eye. âScrew it. ÂżPor quĂ© no?â
His whole face lit up. She could practically see the excitement radiating off him as he extended his hand, his confidence a little too easy, a little too certain. She eyed his hand for a moment before raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms.
âModales,â she chided, her tone playful. âIâve known you for five minutes. Weâre not dating.â
âYet,â he replied without missing a beat, a spark in his eyes.
Despite herself, she smiled, a real one, something she hadnât felt since stepping into the paddock that day.
He led her through the bustling paddock with an easy confidence, weaving between crew members, equipment, and cameras as if none of it could touch him. She was impressed, though she wouldnât give him the satisfaction of saying so. The chaos of the pit lane, the narrow spaces and the clang of metal, all seemed to bend around him.
When they reached his teamâs garage, he stopped by a young assistant stationed just outside, who looked at them with curious eyes.
âDo me a favour,â he said, barely containing his grin, âand grab a VIP lanyard for Williamsâ guests, will you?â
The assistant glanced at her, his eyes widening slightly in recognition before he nodded and ducked away, returning a moment later with a crisp, team-branded lanyard. Franco took it with a pleased smile, then held out his hand for hers. She unclipped the Aston Martin lanyard from her neck and handed it over, watching with a mix of surprise and amusement as he replaced it with the one from his own team.
âThere,â he said, adjusting the lanyardâs position with exaggerated care. âNow youâre officially part of the team.â
She couldnât hold back her smirk. âYou know, I donât think lanyards change allegiances so easily.â
âMaybe not. But I do think itâs an improvement.â He winked, stepping back to admire his handiwork. âBesides, the only lanyard you should be wearing here is mine.â
She laughed, caught off guard by his unfiltered charm, as he held out his arm with an exaggerated flourish. âAnd now, mi princesa, a grand tour.â
He led her into the garage, his tone switching between informative and teasing as he explained the various stations. âOver here, we have the engineering bay â where the magic of data happens.â He gestured toward a row of monitors displaying endless streams of numbers. âAnd these guys in the corner? Theyâre the wizards of aerodynamics. Make a mess, they wonât let you forget it.â
As they moved through each section, he offered her a glimpse into the world of F1, his energy and excitement almost contagious. She watched him with quiet intrigue; he seemed to belong here completely, as if he thrived in the chaos and intensity of it all.
âNow, over here,â he continued, leaning a bit closer to her as they approached a sleek wall of tires and tools, âthis is where I go for my pre-race pep talks. I think it helps the tires, too.â
She arched an eyebrow. âYou talk to the tires?â
âOnly on occasion,â he said with a mock-serious nod. âAnd they listen. Or at least, I hope they do.â He grinned again, that glimmer of mischief in his eyes. âBesides, they never talk back.â
She couldnât help but roll her eyes, but there was a smile in it, one she couldnât quite suppress. He was disarming, funny in a way that felt refreshingly different from the sharp, serious world sheâd known. He noticed the hint of a smile and held her gaze, leaning in just slightly.
Before she could say anything else, Franco led her deeper into the garage, weaving through the maze of tools, car parts, and engineers, who looked up now and then with curious glances. She followed, intrigued despite herself, and finally, unable to keep silent, asked, âWhere are we going?â
âYouâll see,â he said, shooting her a look over his shoulder that was both charming and infuriatingly vague.
He stopped in front of a nondescript door tucked away from the bustle of the main garage. She glanced around, realising they were in the private part of the teamâs area. He opened the door to his driver room, gesturing for her to step inside. The room was small but comfortable, filled with team memorabilia, spare racing gloves, and a neat rack of team-branded clothes. Before she could take it all in, he went over to a stack of neatly folded shirts and pulled one from the pile.
He turned back to her, holding up the shirt with a proud smile. âHere,â he said, offering it to her. âWear this tomorrow.â
She raised an eyebrow, glancing between him and the shirt with mock scepticism. âBold of you to assume Iâd wear your merch.â
His grin only widened. âI think youâd look great in it,â he said, undeterred. âBesides, itâd be an honour to have la princesa española in my colours.â
She took the shirt, running her fingers over the soft fabric, and met his gaze with a slight smirk. âIâll think about it.â
âGood enough for me,â he replied, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. He looked like he wanted to say more, but just then, his phone buzzed on the nearby table, and he glanced at it with a slight frown before pocketing it again.
âSo,â he continued, his tone shifting to something a little more casual, âwhat are you doing for dinner?â
The question surprised her. She hadnât planned on lingering much longer after her brotherâs race prep finished. She hadnât planned on any of this, really. But he was watching her expectantly, and for a moment, she let herself consider it.
âDinner?â she repeated, raising an eyebrow in mock suspicion. âYouâre not very subtle, are you?â
âNot at all,â he admitted with a grin. âWhat do you say? Let me take you out. I promise Iâm as good at picking places to eat as I am at tours.â
She couldnât resist a small laugh. âAlright,â she said, glancing up at him with an easy smile. âIâll see you for dinner.â
He opened his mouth to say something more, but just then, a voice called out from down the hallway. âFranco man, weâve been looking all around for you!â A team manager appeared in the doorway, looking equal parts exasperated and amused.
Franco sighed, flashing her an apologetic look as he straightened. âDuty calls,â he muttered with a smirk. He lingered a moment, as if reluctant to leave, then glanced back at her with a warm smile.
âIâll leave you to it,â she said, feeling a thrill she hadnât expected. âSee you tonight.â
He nodded, his grin returning full force, then turned to follow the manager out, giving her a final, backward glance that lingered just a second too long.
Back in her hotel room, she brushed a final touch of mascara over her lashes and glanced at her phone, where a text from Franco glowed on the screen.
Franco: âReady whenever you are. No rush. See you soon :)â
She couldnât help the small smile that tugged at her lips. Tonight felt surprisingly⊠normal. Like she was just someone getting ready for a date, no stakes attached. She straightened her dress, checked her reflection, and took a steadying breath.
A soft knock at her door snapped her from her thoughts, and she felt a small flutter of excitement, assuming it was him. But when she opened the door, her breath caught.
Her brother stood there, his expression a mixture of confusion and something she couldnât quite read. She masked her surprise quickly, stepping aside to let him in, though her voice was firm. âI can talk for a bit, but I have plans tonight.â
âWith Franco?â he asked, eyebrows raised.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, caught off guard. âHow did you know?â
He gave a soft, humourless laugh, crossing his arms. âI saw you two in the paddock,â he said. âAnd I overheard him talking about it in the garage. Apparently, he couldnât stop telling anyone whoâd listen about his âdate with la princesa de España.ââ He looked at her, and his voice softened. âSo why is it you have no problem being seen with him, but not with your own brother?â
His question hung heavily in the air, the familiar tension between them settling back into place. She took a breath, struggling for the right words. It wasnât that she didnât want to be seen with him â it was the weight of everything that came with it. The press, the fans, the inevitable comparisons. She could already see the headlines if they were spotted together, her name placed directly beside his, stripping away the hard-won independence sheâd fought for.
She sighed, glancing at him. âItâs not⊠about you,â she said carefully. âItâs just⊠everything that comes with it. You know how it is.â
He shook his head, looking slightly hurt. âI donât know, actually. Iâve always thought we were supposed to be in this together. But I feel like⊠I donât know, like youâre just trying to run from anything that connects us.â
She sighed, leaning against the doorframe, her voice dropping to something softer, more serious. âItâs not that I donât want to be seen with you,â she said, choosing her words carefully. âI just donât want to be known as Carlosâ sister everywhere I go. Iâve worked hard to build my own name, my own career, and sometimes⊠being around you, it overshadows that.â
Her brother studied her, his face a mix of understanding and something else, a flash of protective instinct. âYou know, if you date Franco, youâll just end up being known as his girlfriend,â he said, raising an eyebrow.
She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. âItâs just a date, Carlos. Nothing more.â
He shrugged, his mouth quirking in a small smile. âYeah, well, with him, nothing ever stays âjustâ anything. Just saying.â
She rolled her eyes, but there was a warmth behind it. âThanks for the concern, but Iâll be fine.â
They shared a quiet moment of understanding before she gently nudged him toward the door. âGo get some rest. And good luck tomorrow. Iâll be cheering from the sidelines.â
The evening was soft and cool, the sky painted in shades of violet and indigo as the city stretched out below them. The balcony theyâd stepped onto was tucked away from the bustling noise of the hotel, private and intimate, offering only the sounds of the night breeze and the occasional far-off hum of the city.
Franco had arranged it allâquiet, serene, away from prying eyes. The dinner was simple but elegant: a few delicate dishes of fresh seafood, wine that wasnât too heavy, just enough to let the conversation flow freely. It was just the two of them, and she realised as she stood there, her hand brushing the railing, how rare that felt.
Sheâd worn a dress that was understated, yet elegantâa deep midnight blue that mirrored the evening sky, the fabric light enough to catch the breeze. She hadnât given it much thought; it wasnât for anyone but herself. But when Franco first saw her, the look in his eyes told her that, maybe, it had been the right choice after all.
His gaze lifted from the table where he had been adjusting the wine glasses, and the moment he saw her, the words spilled out before he could even stop them.
âDios mĂo, quĂ© hermosa estĂĄs.â His voice was low, his gaze sweeping over her with a mixture of surprise and admiration.
She felt her cheeks flush, the compliment unexpected but not unwelcome. She had been nervous about the evening, unsure of what this was or what it would become. But his words, simple and sincere, relaxed something inside her.
âGracias,â she replied with a small smile, feeling the warmth in her chest spread, her eyes meeting his.
He stood up, taking a small step toward her as if to take in the full picture, his gaze never leaving her face. âI swear,â he continued, his voice filled with genuine awe, âI didnât think it was possible, but youâre even more stunning than earlier. It's like... you're glowing.â
She laughed softly, shaking her head. âI think youâre just being kind.â
âNo,â he said firmly, shaking his head as he closed the distance between them. âIâm not the kind of guy to throw compliments around just to be polite. Te ves increĂble, you look incredible.â
After a decent amount of eating, a stretched out silence, Franco spoke up. âSo,â he began, his voice casual but warm, âwhatâs it like to be the la princesa española outside of tennis?â
She raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of her wine. âI donât really think of myself as that,â she said lightly. âItâs just a nickname.â
âI donât know,â he teased. âI think it suits you. You have a... regal air about you.â His eyes glinted with mischief as he added, âIâm sure youâd never get away with being late for anything. Everyone would just wait for the princess to show up.â
She rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless. âYou really are persistent with those compliments, arenât you?â
âSolo con la verdad,â he said with a grin, leaning back in his chair, clearly pleased with himself.
The evening unfolded easily after that. They spoke about everything and nothing: about their childhoods, what had brought them to this point in their careers, how it felt to always be in the spotlight. She told him stories from her tennis matches, and he shared wild tales of racing, of the constant pressure and adrenaline.
But it was the quieter moments, the small pauses between their words, that felt the most significant. When he leaned in to pass her the bottle of wine, their hands brushed, and the air seemed to thicken for a moment. His gaze lingered a bit longer than it needed to, and she noticed the subtle way his smile softened when their eyes met. She wasnât used to this â this ease, this comfort that felt so unforced â but it was exactly what she hadnât realised sheâd been searching for.
âYou know,â Franco said, his tone thoughtful, âI canât remember the last time I had a night like this. Justââ He waved his hand toward the view, the quiet that surrounded them. âItâs nice. To not be rushing off to something. No cameras, no expectations.â
She looked out over the balcony at the skyline, the city lights twinkling in the distance. âI know what you mean. Thereâs always so much noise, so many people trying to pull you in different directions. Itâs rare to just⊠be.â She turned to look at him, her voice lowering slightly. âItâs a little surreal, actually.â
His gaze softened, and for a moment, there was a silence between them that felt like a shared understanding. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table as he looked at her, his expression genuine. âIâm glad youâre here with me tonight. Iâm glad I got to spend this time with you.â
Her heart did a little flip at the sincerity in his voice. She wasnât sure what she had expected from the evening, but this â this felt right.
âSo,â he continued, his voice lightening again, âany chance I can convince you to wear my teamâs shirt tomorrow?â
She laughed, shaking her head. âYouâre relentless, arenât you?â
âI am,â he said with a wink, âbut only because I know youâd look amazing in it.â
She rolled her eyes but could feel the warmth in her chest spread. âIâll think about it,â she teased, mirroring his playful tone.
The conversation drifted back to lighter topics, the evening unfolding with ease as the world seemed to blur around them. As the night deepened, they shared stories, laughter, and quiet glances that spoke volumes. It wasnât the fireworks, the grand gestures of a first date. But it was something else â something that felt like a beginning.
When the last of the wine was finished, and the candles flickered low, Franco stood, offering her a hand to help her to her feet. He didnât say anything at first, but his eyes told her everything. His fingers brushed against hers, and she didnât pull away.
As the night grew later, the air around them cooled, and they moved to the edge of the balcony, gazing out over the city. The quiet was comforting, the soft hum of distant traffic the only sound breaking the stillness between them.
She let out a small sigh, her mind wandering, and with it, the weight of everything that had brought her to this moment. She looked up at him, caught in the calm but uncertain about what this night might mean.
"Well, this has been lovely," she said, her voice light but tinged with something else. "But, just so you know⊠this is probably going to be our only date."
His eyebrows furrowed, his smile faltering for just a fraction of a second. âWhy?â he asked, his tone suddenly laced with concern. âHave I done something wrong?â
She met his gaze, her chest tight for reasons she couldnât quite place. There was no logical reason for her to feel that way â he had been nothing but kind, charming, and genuine all night. But there was still that lingering sense of hesitation, a wall she wasnât sure she could bring herself to tear down.
âNo,â she said quickly, shaking her head as if to reassure him. âYou havenât done anything wrong. Itâs just⊠I donât know if I can do this.â
He looked at her for a long moment, studying her face. The playful glint in his eyes dimmed, replaced by something softer, something quieter, as if he were trying to understand her better.
âIâm not really a person who runs from things," she said, her voice lowering slightly, unsure how to put her thoughts into words. âBut there are parts of my life Iâm... careful about. I canât help but keep them to myself.â
She hesitated, feeling a strange tug in her chest. For the first time in what felt like forever, she found herself wanting to share something personal, something she had hidden away. She took a breath and let it slip out before she could second-guess herself.
âI have a brother,â she began, looking out at the city below them, trying to steady her voice. âHeâs a Formula 1 driver.â
Franco froze, his brows knitting together in confusion. âWait... what?â
She glanced at him, a slight laugh escaping her lips at the look of genuine surprise on his face. âYeah,â she said with a sigh. âCarlos.â
He blinked, his surprise turning into a quiet sense of disbelief. âCarlos Sainz?â He repeated her brotherâs name, almost as if he were trying to process it. âI had no ideaâŠâ
She looked at him, a slight sadness settling in her chest. âMost people donât,â she said, her voice quiet now. âI never tell anyone. Iâve worked my entire life to be known for meâfor what I do, not because of who Iâm related to. I donât want to live in someoneâs shadow.â
Franco didnât say anything at first, letting the silence stretch out between them. He was thinking, she could tell. It was as though he were weighing her words, weighing the tension in her tone. Then, slowly, he spoke, his voice steady but sincere.
âWith me, you wouldn't,â he said, his gaze meeting hers with an intensity that took her by surprise. âYou wouldnât be in anyoneâs shadow. Not if you didnât want to be.â
She was quiet for a long moment, his words sinking in. Part of her wanted to dismiss it, wanted to keep pushing away the idea of anyone in her life stepping into that shadow. But there was something in his eyesâsomething honest and unwaveringâthat made her hesitate. He wasnât offering her fame or status. He was offering her something far simpler. The space to be herself.
Then, he said something that made her heart skip a beat.
âIâll be your WAG,â he said, his voice surprisingly matter-of-fact, his smile just a little crooked.
She laughed, a quick, startled sound. âWhat?â she teased, shaking her head. âAre you serious? âWAGââreally?â
He leaned in slightly, the smile still on his face but his eyes unflinching. âEn serio. Iâm serious.â he added with a little more emphasis, the words flowing naturally from him.
Her laughter died down, replaced by a brief, curious silence. She was still processing his words, still trying to understand how it had escalated from a simple dinner to this.
âYouâre joking,â she said softly, unsure whether to laugh or take him seriously.
âNo,â he7 replied, his voice now calm, almost earnest. âIâm not. Look, I get it. The whole âWAGâ thing... it sounds ridiculous, I know. But the way I see it, weâd be a team. Youâd have my back, and Iâd have yours. No shadows, no expectations, just us. What we make of it.â
She took a step back, crossing her arms as she considered what he was saying. The idea of it felt foreign, a little intimidating, but something about it also felt right in a way she hadnât expected. No grand gestures, no drama. Just⊠us, as heâd said.
âDonât you think Iâd look good in a sponsored Channel crop top?â he joked, and the thought of it made her laugh.
Before she could stop it, however, her mind flashed to her brother, to the years of keeping her life private, to the way she had fought so hard to remain in the background of her familyâs legacy. And yet here was Franco, offering something different. He wasnât asking her to be a part of his worldâhe was offering her a partnership, an equal footing.
For the first time that evening, she allowed herself to truly think about what that might mean. To be seen, not as someoneâs sister or someoneâs girlfriend, but just as herself.
âMaybe... maybe itâs not such a bad idea,â she said quietly, her voice uncertain but filled with a growing sense of possibility.
Franco looked at her, a quiet confidence in his eyes. âEntonces, weâll figure it out together. No shadows. Just us.â
âJust us.â
âYou better wear my shirt tomorrow,â he said, his voice teasing but hopeful.
She smirked, folding her arms across her chest as she looked at him. âIâll think about it.â
He raised an eyebrow, leaning slightly closer. âYou better. Iâll be watching.â
She laughed, shaking her head at his persistence. âWeâll see.â
The next morning arrived with the usual rush, the anticipation of race day filling the air. She woke up to a sunlit room and a few messages on her phone, the familiar bustle of the paddock already beginning to take shape outside her window. As she moved around the room, preparing for the day ahead, her mind wandered back to the previous evening.
She stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair back into a sleek ponytail, glancing over her outfit choices. Sheâd packed a nice pair of fitted trousers and a smart blouse for the day. But then, as she opened her suitcase to grab something, she saw itâthe shirt.
It was sitting on top of her suitcase, folded neatly, the soft fabric of his teamâs shirt catching the light. The sight of it made her pause. She could feel a flutter of uncertainty in her chest as she stared at the shirt. It wasnât like her to let herself be swayed by someone elseâs request. But something about Franco, about the way heâd looked at her, made her reconsider.
She bit her lip, considering her options. The shirt was casual, simple, but it also felt like a statement. She could wear it for him, just this once, maybe just to see how it felt. There was no harm in that, right?
She grabbed the shirt, examining it for a moment. It was an understated designâhis teamâs logo in the corner, a soft fabric, nothing too flashy. It wasnât the sort of thing she would normally wear, but for some reason, she felt drawn to it. And then it hit herâmaybe it wasnât about the shirt at all. It was about the confidence to wear it, to stand beside him and let the world see her as she was, without hesitation.
She had a moment of inspiration.
Instead of simply slipping it on with jeans like sheâd imagined, she decided to give it a bit of a twist. She styled it with an oversized blazer, the sleeves rolled up just enough to show off the shirt underneath, and a pair of high-waisted pants. The look was effortlessly cool, edgy, but still very much her. She paired it with a pair of sleek, minimalist sneakers, and, just before she finished, added a bold red lip to complete the ensemble.
When she looked in the mirror, she felt a sense of pride. It was a simple shirt, yes, but it was her way of wearing it. And somehow, it made her feel like she was making her own mark, not hiding behind anyone elseâs expectations.
She grabbed her phone, checking the time, then sent Franco a quick message.
âI thought about it. Iâll wear the shirt. But only because it goes with my outfit.â
She added a playful winking emoji before hitting send, knowing that heâd appreciate the humour in it.
The morning was just beginning to pick up its pace as she finished getting ready. The weight of the dayâs events, the race, the energy of the paddock, all began to settle in. But for the first time in a while, she felt a small sense of excitement, an eagerness she hadnât expected. It wasnât about the race itself, but about the people she was meeting, the connections she was making, andâperhaps most unexpectedlyâwhat might lie ahead with Franco.
She was just about to head out of her hotel room when there was a knock on the door. She knew that knockâsteady and familiar. Taking a deep breath, she opened it to find her brother standing there, his usual calm exterior softened by a quiet intensity in his gaze.
âCan we talk?â he asked, his voice low, his eyes searching hers.
She nodded, stepping back to let him in. She could tell he was a bit surprised when he saw the shirt she was wearingâthe shirt of a rival team. He glanced at it, one brow raised slightly, but he didnât comment, just closed the door behind him and leaned against the wall.
He took a deep breath, as if heâd been building up to this. âAre you⊠thinking of seeing him again?â
There was something tentative in the way he asked, a kind of brotherly concern that she hadnât seen in a long time. She shrugged, trying to keep her tone casual. âMaybe. Iâm considering it.â
He nodded slowly, looking away for a moment, gathering his thoughts. Then, almost hesitantly, he said, âWhy are you okay with being seen with him, and not with me?â
The question landed heavily between them, and for a moment, she didnât know how to answer. She looked at him, seeing the vulnerability in his expression, the unspoken hurt in his eyes. It was rare for him to open up like this, to say exactly what was on his mind. She let out a long breath, searching for the right words.
âItâs different,â she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
âDifferent how?â he pressed, his tone gentle but persistent.
She met his gaze, feeling a lump rise in her throat. She hadnïżœïżœïżœt realised just how much this division had affected them both, how much it lingered in moments like these. âI never felt like I was a part of your world,â she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. âIt wasnât just about you. It was Dad, too. He⊠he made it clear that I wasnât cut out to be a part of it. I wasnât⊠enough. Not like you.â
He looked at her, the quiet hurt in his eyes turning into something deeper, something sadder. âI didnât know you felt that way.â
She gave him a small, sad smile. âHow could you? You were busy making him proud. And you were great at it. I always saw how he looked at you, how proud he was of everything you were doing. He saw you as this⊠continuation of him, of his legacy. But me⊠I was never part of that.â
He shook his head, running a hand through his hair as he processed her words. âI never wanted it to be that way. I thought you just didnât care about what we were doing. I thought you were happy doing your own thing.â
âI am,â she said, and she meant it. âTennis is my world; itâs where I feel strong, where I feel like I belong. But⊠it didnât come without sacrifices. I grew up watching you and Dad bond over racing, and it was like there was this door between us that was shut for good. I could watch, but I couldnât be a part of it.â
There was a long pause, her brother absorbing her words, the weight of years of misunderstanding settling between them.
âI wish Iâd known,â he said finally, his voice soft, tinged with regret. âI thought⊠I thought you didnât want to be a part of it. I thought it didnât matter to you if Dad and I had that bond. But I get it now. I see what it mustâve felt like, standing on the outside.â
They stood in silence for a moment, the weight of unspoken years filling the space between them. And then he added, âYou know, you donât have to keep yourself hidden to be in my life, right? I get it now. But it doesnât have to be like that.â
Her throat tightened, a wave of unexpected emotion rising within her. Sheâd spent so long feeling like an outsider in her own family, so sure that her brother had never noticed. But now, here he was, standing in front of her, wanting to bridge that gap.
âItâs hard to just undo it all,â she admitted. âSometimes, it feels easier to just⊠stay on my own path. To keep these things separate.â
He nodded, understanding. âBut if youâre thinking of seeing Franco⊠letting yourself be part of his world⊠doesnât it mean youâre ready to be seen? To be yourself, even in places that are unfamiliar?â
She considered this, his words striking a chord deep within her. He wasnât wrong. Sheâd spent so long hiding parts of herself, keeping herself separate to avoid comparison or judgement. But with Franco, she hadnât felt the same need. For once, she had felt like she could be herselfâno shadows, no expectations.
âI think⊠I just want to find something thatâs mine,â she said finally. âA space where Iâm not just âyour sister,â where I donât have to carry someone elseâs legacy.â
Her brother gave her a soft, understanding look. âYouâve already done that. You are more than just my sister. Youâve made a name for yourself that has nothing to do with anyone else. Youâre not living in anyoneâs shadow⊠but if you ever want to step into our worldâmy worldâIâd like to be part of yours too. Just⊠let me be there for you, even if itâs only sometimes.â
She nodded, feeling a sense of warmth, a sense of connection that hadnât been there before. Maybe there was room for both worlds, after all. For the first time, she felt like she didnât have to choose.
âIâll think about it,â she said softly, echoing her words from last night.
He smiled, a hint of relief in his eyes. âI hope you do.â
With that, he gave her a quick, reassuring squeeze on her shoulder, a wordless acknowledgment of the unspoken bond they shared. And as he left, she felt a sense of closure, a feeling that maybe, just maybe, she didnât have to keep running from her familyâs legacy to be seen as her own person. She could walk her own path, even if it sometimes crossed into theirs.
She arrived at the paddock a little while later, weaving her way through the bustle of race day, her heart beating a little faster than usual. Wearing Francoâs shirt under her blazer felt like a small, bold choiceâone that had her both excited and slightly nervous. She walked through the crowd until she reached his teamâs garage, where the energy was already crackling with anticipation.
As soon as she stepped in, Franco spotted her from across the garage. His face lit up the second he saw her, and he immediately started making his way toward her. When he was close enough, he lowered his voice and said in Spanish, a playful gleam in his eyes, âWait here for just a second. Donât move.â
Before she could respond, he turned and jogged back toward his driverâs room, leaving her standing in the middle of the garage, a little bewildered but smiling to herself. She watched as he disappeared into the room, curious about whatever he was planning. Within a moment, he was back, holding a bouquet of flowersâa mix of deep red roses and bright sunflowers, their colours vivid against the greys and metallics of the garage.
âFor you,â he said, handing them over with a grin, his accent warm and lilting. His eyes softened as he added, âTo celebrate your first race day as my guest.â
She took the bouquet, feeling a rush of warmth as she held the flowers. âYou know, you didnât have to do this,â she said, trying to hide the smile tugging at her lips. âIâm just here as⊠well, just as me.â
âAnd I think thatâs worth celebrating,â he replied smoothly, his gaze locked on hers with unmistakable admiration. âBesides, you didnât say no to the shirt, so I think Iâm allowed a little celebration, no?â
She laughed, her cheeks warming as she looked down at the bouquet. âAlright, fine. You win. Thank youâtheyâre beautiful.â
Franco glanced around the garage, then leaned in slightly, dropping his voice to a playful murmur. âYou know, youâre even more beautiful than I remember from last night. I thought maybe I was exaggerating, but⊠no. I wasnât.â
She rolled her eyes but couldnât help the smile that spread across her face. âCareful, or Iâll start to think youâre trying to distract me from the race.â
âMaybe a little,â he admitted, chuckling. Then, as if struck by a sudden idea, he looked around the garage again and spotted one of his engineers nearby. Franco gestured to the man, who quickly nodded, understanding exactly what Franco was after.
The engineer handed him a headset, and Franco turned back to her, holding it up. âHereâso you can listen in and watch from inside the garage. Youâll get the best seat here.â
She blinked, surprised by the gesture. âAre you sure?â
âAbsolutely. Youâll get to hear all the comms, see how it all works up close. Plusââhe leaned in, his voice lowââyouâll have an excuse to stay around here.â
She shook her head with a smirk, taking the headset from him. âAlright. But only because youâve convinced me with flowers and shameless flattery.â
âGood,â he replied, his grin widening as he watched her settle the headset over her ears. âIâll keep it coming if it means you stay.â
As the team began their pre-race preparations, Franco showed her the best spot to watch from, and he took a few moments to explain some of the technical details. She found herself captivated, not just by the race, but by the way he was so eager to share his world with her. His enthusiasm was infectious, and despite herself, she felt the thrill of race day in a way she hadnât anticipated.
Before he had to step away to start his own warm-up routine, he gave her one last look, his gaze holding a touch of that familiar mischievous glint. âEnjoy the show, princesa. And donât go falling in love with the cars nowâtheyâre not as charming as I am.â
She laughed, giving him a playful shove. âNo promises.â
Franco winked, backing away with a grin as he joined the other drivers and team members preparing for the race. She stayed in the garage, feeling the weight of the headset and bouquet in her hands, both of them symbols of the way her world had shifted in just a few days.
As she watched him walk away, his words echoing in her ears, she realised just how different today felt. For the first time, she wasnât just watching as an outsider; she was here, part of the energy, sharing a moment in his world, just as heâd promised. And maybeâjust maybeâshe was finally ready to be a part of something new.
The race was intense, the roar of engines filling the air as she watched Francoâs car weave through the track, making his way up from P16 to P12, gaining positions one by one with determined precision. Her heart raced with every turn, every overtake. Sheâd never felt the thrill of Formula One from this close before, and she found herself completely absorbed, balancing her attention between the live race and the screens in the garage that tracked every driverâs progress.
And then, in the final laps, her eyes moved to another part of the screenâa familiar car that was in the lead. A red car. Her brother was out front, defending his position with expert skill, pushing with everything he had toward the finish line. She held her breath, fingers tightening around the edges of the headset as she watched the seconds count down. When he crossed the finish line in first place, a feeling she hadnât expected washed over herâpride, pure and radiant, filled her chest. She found herself clapping, cheering, a bright smile spreading across her face.
Franco, having just finished his own race and done the mandatory weigh-in and debrief with his engineers, finally found her in the garage. He looked exhausted but happy, his face still flushed from the adrenaline of the race. When he walked over, he paused, noticing the way her eyes were glued to the screen as her brother celebrated his victory, lifting his fists in the air in triumph.
âYouâre glowing,â Franco murmured, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched her reaction.
She blinked, glancing back at him and realising how giddy she must look. âI didnât think⊠I didnât think it would feel like this. Iâm just⊠so happy for him.â Her voice was breathless, filled with a genuine joy she couldnât hide.
He chuckled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. âThen you should go to him. Heâs probably waiting for you.â
She shook her head, hesitating, her gaze flickering back to the screen. âNo, I couldnât. I donât⊠I donât belong over there, with everyone. Thatâs his world.â
Franco tilted his head, giving her a knowing look. âMaybe thatâs true most days. But today, you belong there just as much as anyone else. Heâs your brother. Go celebrate with him. Youâll regret it if you donât.â
She bit her lip, uncertainty still holding her back. âI wouldnât even know what to say.â
âStart with congratulations,â Franco said, flashing her a gentle, reassuring grin. âTrust me, itâll be enough.â
He gestured toward the edge of the garage, where the barriers separated the track from the paddock. After a momentâs hesitation, she nodded, taking a shaky breath as he guided her forward. The crowd around them was roaring with excitement as her brotherâs car was pulled into parc fermĂ©, fans and teammates celebrating around him. She could feel her heart pounding, each step filling her with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.
At the barrier, Franco gave her hand a quick squeeze. âGo on. Iâll be right here when youâre done.â
With that, he released her hand, and she took a step forward, catching sight of her brother through the haze of people and cameras. He was laughing, practically glowing as he embraced his team, still basking in the thrill of his victory. And then, as if sensing her, he turned and saw her standing there, just beyond the barrier.
His expression softened, and a smile broke across his face, one that was filled with surprise and unmistakable happiness. Without a momentâs hesitation, he made his way over, reaching out to pull her into a tight, heartfelt hug. She hugged him back, feeling the last remnants of the old distance between them dissolve as she held her brother close, finally sharing in his moment.
When they pulled apart, he looked at her, pride shining in his eyes. âYou came,â he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet gratitude. âI didnât think youâd be here.â
She laughed softly, tears threatening to sting her eyes. âI wouldnât have missed it. Iâm so proud of you.â
He grinned, leaning in to press a quick, brotherly kiss to her forehead. âThank you. It means a lot that youâre here. Really.â
As the team around them cheered and the cameras continued to flash, she felt the enormity of the momentâa sense of belonging, not just as a tennis player, or his sister, but as herself.
She grinned at her brother, reaching up to ruffle his hair in a rare show of sibling affection. âTe quiero mucho, hermanito,â she said, her voice filled with warmth and pride. âIâm so proud of you, you know that?â
His smile softened, and he looked at her with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. âTe quiero tambiĂ©n,â he replied, wrapping her in one last quick hug. âThank you for being here. Really.â
The moment was brief but profound, a quiet reassurance that, despite the different worlds they had each chosen, they were still connected. He glanced back toward his team, who were waving him over for post-race celebrations and interviews.
âI have to go,â he said, releasing her. âBut Iâll see you later?â
âOf course,â she replied, giving him a nod and a small wave as he returned to his crew. She watched him for a moment longer, feeling a sense of pride she hadnât felt in yearsâone that was entirely unclouded by the complexities of the past. Then she turned and made her way back toward Francoâs garage, her heart still racing from the intense energy of the day.
When she found him, Franco was waiting near the garage entrance, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, a proud smile lighting up his face as he saw her approach.
âYou did it,â he said softly, admiration in his eyes. âYou finally let yourself be a part of all this.â
As she reached Franco, he turned to face her, his expression softening with a mixture of pride and relief as he took her hands in his. Her heart pounded, the intensity of the day lingering between them like a magnetic pull. She gazed up at him, her breath catching as she saw the warmth in his eyesâthe genuine care and admiration there, as if he saw every part of her that she had worked so hard to keep separate.
Without a word, she stepped closer, her hand moving up to rest gently against his cheek. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze searching hers, as if waiting for her to close the last small gap between them. Finally, she leaned up, closing her eyes as her lips met his in a slow, lingering kiss.
The world around them seemed to dissolve, the roar of the crowd and bustle of the paddock fading as the kiss deepened. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer, his touch both steady and tender. She felt the warmth of him seep into her, grounding her in the moment, and she responded instinctively, fingers threading through his hair as he held her tighter. There was a gentleness in his touch, but an undeniable passion too, a desire that built slowly between them.
Time slipped away as they shared this unguarded moment, the boundaries she had set for herself crumbling with every heartbeat. She could feel the strength in his arms, the quiet reassurance he offered, and a warmth that sparked through her, as if he was silently promising that he would be there, no matter what.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing a little harder, their foreheads touching as they lingered close, unwilling to step away. Francoâs thumb traced a gentle line along her jaw as he looked into her eyes, his gaze filled with an affection so deep that it nearly overwhelmed her. âI needed that push,â she murmured against his lips.
His arms came around her, but he laughed as he pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. âCome on,â he said with a teasing glint, âthe cameras have probably caught enough kissing for one day.â
She chuckled, letting him lead her back toward the quiet of his garage, away from the noise and eyes of the crowd. For the first time, she felt an undeniable sense of belongingânot just to the world she had worked so hard to create for herself, but to this moment, with him, with her family. Sheâd finally allowed herself to be part of it all, and it felt right in a way she hadnât expected.
the end.
#f1#f1 imagine#f1 fanfic#williams#franco colapinto#franco colapinto x reader#franco colapinto x you#franco colapinto x yn#williams f1#williams racing#williams formula 1#f1 social media au#formula one x reader#f1 x reader#ann speaks#formula 1#franco colapinto imagine#franco colapinto fanfic
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â you taste like heaven. â
Alastor with angel!reader omg. I imagine that reader was Alastor's wife back when they were alive, but didn't see eachother again after death because Alastor is in hell and reader is in heaven. I imagine that after Sir Pentious got redeemed, Sera sent reader (because she has experience with demons(? Ur choice) and Sera trusts her a lot) down to hell to investigate this 'hazbin hotel'.
a/n: AHHHH i almost didnt want to write smut into this because it was so precious đ ooc alastor again but its so CUTE. i added my "alastor speaks french" agenda to this as well lol.
buy me a coffee? đ
tags: 18+ smut nsfw, fem! receiving oral
heaven was in shambles after the last extermination, no one knew what would happen next now that souls could be redeemed from hell. it was then that sera approached you in private, all but begging you to go be an "ambassador." you were hesistant at first, not only thinking that this was a lot of responsibility, but also that your... husband had to be down there. he wasn't a "good man" after all, but your heart still fluttered at the thought of seeing him once more. with a sigh, you accept sera's plea and prepare for your trip down to the hazbin hotel.
there to greet you, was charlie morningstar herself, bright eyed and bubbly just like you heard all about. she leads you into the foyer of the hotel before you stop dead in your tracks. charlie is still speaking a mile a minute in your ear, trying to welcome you as best she can, but you're not listening. your eyes meet alastor's, immediately recognizing him even in this new form of his. and when his smile almost fades, you know he recognizes you too.
there's another brief pause before you're running towards him, your wings unfurling on their own as you're quickly wrapped up in his embrace. the other inhabitants of the hotel watch, confused, seeing as alastor hasn't really let anyone but niffty get close enough to touch him, let alone embrace him. your wings fluff up and cover your faces as you lean up to kiss your estranged partner. "oohh, sweetheart.." he sighs against your lips. "its been..."
you smile between kisses, your heart racing in your chest. "too long." you finish his sentence, earning a chuckle from the demon. his lips kiss a trail to your ear, a low growl to his voice as he whispers to you. "you taste like heaven, darling." your cheeks go red, not quite prepared for such a comment, especially in front of company. "alastor!" you hiss, hitting his chest gently but he just pulls you closer in response.
finally, he addresses the group behind you who are all standing with their jaws hanging open. "now, if you're all done gawking, i believe my wife needs to be shown around..."
husk spits out his drink as alastor speaks, covering angel in alcohol. "your WHAT!?" you hide your face as calamity ensues, everyone trying to speak over eachother at the insane news. "your wife... is an angel?" charlie asks gently, trying to get to the bottom of this. "well, i couldn't have known for sure but she was always more a saint than i." alastor hums, running his hand down your back. you shudder when he touches your wings, to which he notes in his head for later.
"o-oh! well then! i guess you should show her around, yeah?" she smiles bashfully, still taken aback by everything happening since your arrival just a few minutes ago. you look up at alastor, your cheeks aching from smiling so wide. "i think i'd like that." you whisper to him, enjoying the way he pulls you closer to him. "hold on tight then, my love."
you're not sure what he means by that until you're slipping into the shadows with him. its an odd feeling, but you don't think much of it until you're reappearing in what you assume is his bedroom. alastor is careful with you, like he's afraid the wrong touch will burn you, but he craves the feeling of your bare skin against his hands more than he can admit. you smile, reaching your hands up to cup his face. "touch me, al. i'm not fragile..."
your words light a spark deep within him, forcing him to restrain himself from ripping your pretty clothes into tatters. he groans inwardly, large hands reaching around to pick you up before fumbling his way to the bed. "corrupting an angel wasn't on my bucket list until seeing you again, my dear." his tone, its not what you're used to hearing, but that gravelly undertone shoots straight through you. "oh please, you can't corrupt me more than you already have." alastor's lips find the sensitive skin of your neck and you feel him smirk.
"i hope that's not a challenge." he tests, tugging at the hem of your dress. you all but giggle, lifting up so alastor can free your body of clothes. "and what if is it?" you challenge, knowing full well that alastor wouldn't let your teasing continue without proper punishment. his eyes darken red, and there's a tinge of fear in your gut. because this may still be alastor, but its been quite a while, you don't know how he's changed.
but as he kisses down your stomach, you're reassured that the man you married is still there somewhere, underneath this 'radio demon' persona. "your lips tasted of heaven, mon amour, does this taste so sweet as well?" alastor's words alone are enough are enough to make you whimper, then the feeling of his hot breath against your clothed cunt makes your core pulse.
your hands naturally fall to the top of his head, feeling the softness of his ears and the rough points of his antlers. "c-can i..?" you start, timidly holding onto the horns. alastor's body shudders as he shoves his face into your thigh. "yes, ma chérie. please do." he breathes, tugging on the thin fabric of your panties until they rip in half.
alastor wants to be patient, wants to treat you like the angel you are, but he is a demon after all. and he hasn't gotten such a delicious meal in far too long. after he feels your grip tighten on his antlers, he lets loose his self control. his first taste of your sweet pussy sends him into a frenzy, eating you like a man starving. his tongue swipes up your slit before circling your clit in quick flicks. your legs are shaking already, breathy moans leaving your lips with reckless abandon.
there's a part of you that is concerned to be getting your cunt ate by a demon, but this demon was your husband, after all. sera made you come down here and you might as well enjoy yourself, right?
your hips arch up, craving more and more, and alastor is happy to oblige. "this is heaven, my dear. not some palace in the sky, but here, between your legs." your eyes well with tears, overwhelmed in more ways than one. every pass of his tongue has your release teetering on the edge while his sweet words make your heart flutter. its almost too much, and when alastor sucks on your clit, your walls burst.
"a-alastor i'm..." you mewl, every nerve on your body screaming as your orgasm rolls over you. you're almost sure you're hurting him by how hard you tug at his hair, but alastor doesn't stop. the intensity is something you've not experienced in many, many years, and the tears stream down your cheeks. alastor coaxes you through it, licking slow and soft circles around your sensitive bud until your shaking stops.
he's quick to climb up, wiping the tears from your puffy eyes. "such a good girl, mon amour. there's plenty more where that came from."
#alastor x reader#alastor hazbin#hazbin hotel#alastor x you#hazbin hotel alastor#alastor hazbin hotel smut#alastor x you smut#alastor x reader smut#alastor x reader imagines#hazbin alastor imagines#hazbin alastor smut#alastor hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#hazbin smut#hazbin hotel smut#hazbin alastor x reader#alastor imagines
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hashira accidentally touch your chest
Authorâs Note: pls and ty enjoy this tidbit of crack-fluff. đđ
hashira accidentally touch your chest
Hashira x Reader
Word Count: ~1,600
CW: explicit language, Fem!Reader, mild sexual content
Suggestion Fulfilled: Can we get all hashira accidently touch y/n's breast
~faqs~
Fyi, âchestâ means boob. I was just worried Tumblr would block this post from tags if I included âboobâ in the title lmao. đ
Shocked đłđ
âI apologize, [y/n]-san, it wonât happen again!â
Gyomeiâs nearly in tears, he feels so terribly đ
âThese things happen!â you promptly assure him, âBesides, you technically won the bout.â
No need to mention that he always wins when training together đ„Č
âI cannot accept such a tainted victory.â
âHimejima-san, though I appreciate your concern and respect, thereâs truly no issue.â
Meanwhile, Gyomeiâs rethinking his entire Breathing Style to ensure he never accidentally touches anyoneâs boob(s) again đÂ
In cold disbelief đđđ
If you donât say anything, then he wonât say anything
Alternatively, if you do say something, then Obanai will immediately curl up into a ball and die
Spends the rest of his day recalling the fleeting warmth of your breast
He swears his hand doesnât even get cold, so affected by the heat of your bosom
Your boob must be âšmagicalâš
âIguro-san,â you call out gently, noting his dazed stare, his dinner untouched while he sits crossed legged, âIs something on your mind?â
âNo.â đđđ
Well okay then đ
âAbout what happened earlierâŠâ
đ«šđ«šđ«š <â Obanai is FREAKING OUT
â⊠Iguro-san, I didnât mind.â
And then you stand up, take your dishes, and leave
WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEEEAAAN?!?!?!
Good luck finding Obanai tomorrow đ«Ą (the poor manâs been pleasantly overwhelmed)
Heâll avoid you for eternity now đ (not really, but at least until he can breathe around you again)
She giggles đ€
Lol
âOh my! [y/n]-san, I didnât mean to touch you so intimately!â đ
âNo worries, it happens.â
Your face may or may not be burning up a storm, but thatâs okay!
Mitsuriâs blushing too
A lot đł
âI hope I didnât hurt you?!â
Because like, What if I gripped too hard?! đ
Sheâs well aware of her own strength
âYou barely brushed me, Kanroji-san. I promise!â
Phew!
She grins, relief evident as she bumps her elbow against yours
âDonât tell anyone, okay? I would be so embarrassed!!!â
âKanroji-san, our secret is safe with me.â
I wish it would happen again⊠<â lowkey both of you thinking the same thing đ€Ș
As a medical personnel (among other roles), Shinobu accidentally (or even on purpose, depending on where youâre wounded) touching your boob isnât entirely unreasonable nor unrealistic
Obviously it would be nicer if she was caressing you out of love and affection đ
And not methodically cleansing then bandaging claw marks that just so happened to cross over your chest đ
âYou should make a full recovery,â sheâs all business, âThe demon avoided your nipple and didnât puncture deep enough to affect the functionality of your breast,â fortunately, youâre too exhausted to be embarrassed by her bluntness, âIt has a nice shape. Iâm glad you survived.â
EXCUSE ME WHAT?!?!?! đđ«
Now youâre kinda embarrassed
More so preening, really đ€
Itâs like when a doctor randomly compliments the rhythm of your heart or some other characteristic from a mainly professional POV, but youâre still caught off guard because who tf compliments someoneâs kidneys or bowels movements or?????
In your pain hazed delusion, you briefly contemplate somehow getting your other boob injured too⊠gotta make sure youâre matching in (nice) shape, yâknow? đ
Kyojuro can be discreet, albeit more so for your sake than his
âI APOLOGIZE! I DID NOT MEAN TO TOUCH YOUR BREAST!â <â how he could react đ
âPardon my slip, are you okay?â <â how he actually reacts, because he isnât entirely lacking in social awareness and decorum đ
âOh,â you donât mean to squeak, but it canât be helped when the most handsome man youâve ever known just casually grazed your boob, âIâm fine! Totally fine! Haha!â đ«šđ”âđ«đ«
Youâve gotta be more convincing than that, or Kyojuro will never forgive himself đ
Heâs a lil oblivious when it comes to physical attraction
Not like, infantly so, but given this particular circumstance?
He doesnât realize youâre flustered; he assumes youâre mortified đ
âYou sound decidedly less than fine.â
Heâs softer now, worried about startling you đ„ș
âI was surprised! But donât worry! Iâm not worried!â
Okaaay, but heâs worried đ„Č
âIs there any way I could make amends for my indiscretion?â
Not only is he handsome, but he is such a gentleman đđ
âRengoku-san, there are no amends to be made, I promise. Iâm not mad, nor do I feel unhappy or unsafe. I forgive you.â
Your regaining of the ability to speak in complete sentences greatly reassures him đźâđšđ
âAh. Well. I am grateful for your kindness and understanding. It will not happen again.â
âŠ
âŠ
Hold up đ§
Why does she seem⊠she seems⊠disappointed? Should I have said it will happen again??
Youâve suddenly given Kyojuro something quite pleasant to ponder đ€
After all, he isnât entirely oblivious đ
âAre you going to apologize?â Sanemi demands
âFor what?â you screech
âFor touching my hand with your boob!â
Your eyes roll, âOh fuck off!â
âI didnât ask to touch you,â he grunts
âI wouldnât have given you permission anyway,â you retort đ
Arms crossing over his bare chest, Sanemi scoffs, âWell I didnât give mine either!â
âYouâre ridiculous. It was an accident.â
You seem genuinely pissed đŹ
Sanemi rethinks his approach
âYou know Iâm joking, right?â đ
âNooo,â your sarcasm cuts deep, âI thought you were flirting.â đ
Uh đ
Well đ
Shit đ
âFuck you!âÂ
When in doubt, curse âem out đ
You scowl, confusion lingering as your blood boils, âFuck you!â
âI said it first.â đ
You stalk away, fed up with his antics
#man child #sort of #romantically inept is more like it
As tends to happen with epiphanies, yours doesnât hit until youâre almost asleep
âWAS THAT MOTHERFUCKER FLIRTING WITH ME???!â đłđ„Žđ
Best believe Shinazugawa Sanemi is about to have a Lesson 101 in flirting asap đ€đ
(assuming youâre older, like, mentor age to Muichiro)
Neither of you make a fuss about it
Itâs like accidentally calling your teacher mom đŹ
Or grabbing a random personâs hand in the supermarket thinking theyâre your parent đ«Ł
Embarrassing, but not a huge deal â unless you make it one
Thereâre those three seconds of slow motion Uhh and What just happened and Oops đ«
And then time speeds up to normal again, you have a quick conversation with your eyes (gosh forbid you speak and bring the unspoken into reality đ), and itâs over
^^ Alternatively, if Muichiro initiates a conversation to clear the air, then youâre able to have a mature and concise chat that is respectfully and patiently resolved
Embarrassing/accidental encounters are part of growing up
As long as they can be navigated ~safely, there shouldnât be any lasting harm
â ïžI also want to emphasize that I am talking solely on inarguably accidental/one time incidencesâ ïž
Hehehe
Giyuuâs hand is stuck đ«Ł
Only for like, a fleeting second
But omg đ
He was already embarrassed, and now heâs triply embarrassed đ« đ« đ«
â... Tomioka-san?â
You wonât lie; you arenât especially bothered đ€
But it is a compromising position to be caught in; Giyuu lowkey crushing you, one of his palms clearly cupping your boob đŹ
#wrestling #or something #so maybe this isnât super realistic #forgive me
Youâre about to repeat his name when he finally springs to life, immediately rolling off you, standing abruptly, about to literally sprint away
And then he remembers his manners đ
He offers you a hand
His other hand; his boob hand is currently tucked away in his haori
Heâs never washing it again
#closet perv
âThanks,â you smile faintly, accepting his assistance as you lift yourself from the ground
You hope he canât hear your heartbeat đ
He definitely can đ¶
But can you hear his?
âI donât think we should train together anymore.â
Giyuu is swift and harsh with his solutions
âWhy?â
Your question comes out stiffer than intended
He hesitates, unable to interpret the fear in your tone â the longing
âI always beat you,â he explains lamely, âDonât you get tired of losing?â
You scoff cheerfully, grinning now as you squeeze his hand
Fuck, we were still holding hands?! <â Giyuu is in shambles đł
âI could never lose!â you declare, feelings brimming in your throat, spilling onto your tongue, âNot when Iâm with you.â
Then we should absolutely stop training together would be the responsible reaction
Attachments are the most dangerous game for a Hashira to play đ
Instead, Giyuuâs rendered speechless, unable to shake his hand from yours
âWell alright then,â he mutters, stomach churning as he narrowly avoids the warmth in your gaze
In fact, you swear he squeezes back đ
âEXCUSE ME! I HAVE A WIFE!â đ€đ€đ€
âYou have three wives.â đ
Sputtering, Tengen shrieks, âI already have plenty of breasts to touch!âÂ
âTengen,â you glare, not one to back down as you jab a finger into his own chest, âYou touched my boob.â đ
âAND IâM SORRY!â đ
Much better đ
âI donât know what they see in you,â you scoff (youâre also lying, you can see plentyđ€), âTheyâre gorgeous⊠and you freak out when you accidentally touch a boob.â đ
Tengen is 100% pouting now
âI donât freak out when I touch their boobs,â he huffs
âWell arenât they lucky.â đ
âYou could be lucky too!â
âŠ
âŠ
Tengen starts runningÂ
You give chase
âDID YOU TALK TO THEM ABOUT THIS?âÂ
Tengen runs faster
âTENGEN!!!!!â
Tengen runs faster and faster
You give up
*insert gasping for air here*
âDO YOUR WIVES KNOW THEYâRE MARRIED TO A COWARD???!!!â
Oh well, youâll have to visit their estate sometime this week đ
Youâre sure to get an answer from Hina, Makio, and Suma âșïž
And you canât wait to see more of Tengen đđ
Sorry, sometimes the horny just happens đ„Ž
#hashira x reader#headcanons#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer#gyomei x reader#obanai x reader#mitsuri x reader#shinobu x reader#kyojuro x reader#sanemi x reader#muichiro x reader#giyuu x reader#tengen x reader
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if we were a movie.
pairings: charles leclerc x actress!reader.
faceclaim: zendaya <3
summary: need for speed, out in cinemas feb 31st 2026, follows emma, a coffee shop owner, who falls in love with christopher, a formula one driver. the film's marketing manager decides to take you and your co-stars to the next f1 race where you meet the original inspiration for christopher and maybe, find a love story of your own.
author's note: hi. this was the most voted post on the poll so i hope you enjoy it! don't forget to read until the end so you can vote on the next post! also shout out to ms hannah montana for this banger which inspired the title!
FEEDBACK + REQUESTS. TIP JAR. MASTERLIST. TAGLIST.
ââââââââȘ â ⫠âââââââ
ââââââââȘ â ⫠âââââââ
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yourusername: days on set with these losers. thank god i get free and unlimited coffee!!!
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nicholasgalitzine: who is that sexy guy in the last pic đ
-> yourusername: taylor đ
user3: yn did they make u cry?? đ
-> yourusername: i laughed so hard i cried đ
user8: if nicholas is supposed to be charles, who is taylor supposed to be? also why is he going blond? charles is a brunet đ
-> user10: evil carlos đ in the original plot, charles gets with emma and to âbring him downâ, carlos exposes the relationship thinking that it would make charles lose goodwill with his fans which would then be bad pr for ferrari. so he does it so that he can be the first driver.
-> user8: thats so insane đ
-> user10: girl its a fanfiction, thatâs why đ also in the published version, they changed charlesâ name to christopher, made him british and gave him blond hair to lessen any comparisons to charles. i mean, there is only one monegasque driver on the grid rn.
-> user8: that makes sense lowkey. also i love blond nicholas so its a win for me!
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needforspeedupdates: our protagonists were at the most recent grand prix in austin! nicholas met with race car driver charles leclerc! <3
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user9: omg did you guys see charles run away from yn??
-> user5: she seemed so hurt omg :(((
-> user7: i thought he had a crush on her? maybe he was being awkward. i know people have done worse in front of their crushes đ€·đŒââïž
-> user5: i know but still. poor yn :(((
user23: last picâŠ.. EIFFEL TOWER WHEN?!
-> user1: i need them both biblically.
ââââââââȘ â ⫠âââââââ
ââââââââȘ â ⫠âââââââ
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ham1ltonshaderoom: actress and it girl yn yln was spotted out to lunch with formula one star charles leclerc at a brunch cafe in austin. leclerc has formally stated that yln was his celebrity crush many times and witnesses say they spotted them looking âvery cozyâ at lunch. one onlooker said that charles was very âapologeticâ at the beginning but yn had clearly forgiven him by the end of the outing. what do you think ham1ltons?
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user1: yn would be the most iconic wag ever.
-> user7: like come on now. this would be so cute. i can already imagine her fits.
ynhater: as if heâd date her đ
-> user6: as if heâd date YOU đđđ
user5: i think theyâre so cute but itâs probably just a friendship thing. i mean⊠heâs the original person that chris was based off of so itâs probably pr or something.
-> user2: no i agree. 100% pr.
user4: no offence but i just donât see it. i mean⊠heâs not ugly? but itâs yn.
-> user9: ?? and heâs thee charles leclerc. idk why youâre shocked. theyâre both young, famous and attractive.
user34: yn be wary girlâŠ. you know how these athletes be.
user98: charles man⊠how can you date a girl whoâs job it is to kiss other guys lol đ€ą
user55: but how was her hair blonde before and now itâs brunette?
-> user89: could have been a wig or extensions to get the blonde? this is her natural hair!
ââââââââȘ â ⫠âââââââ
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needforspeedupdates: yn was on good morning america to promote the film, which is out this week! she spoke about her forage into formula one. iâll transcribe the clip attached!
interviewer: youâve obviously dipped your toes into formula one before as youâve been friends with lewis hamilton for a while, right?
yn: youâd think so! but i actually hadnât. i was similar to emma in a lot of ways. both of us obsessed with coffee and clueless about motorsports! i did meet up with a friend who promised to teach me more. so thatâs a bonus!
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user7: she HAS to mean charles by the friend. lewis had already been mentioned so she would have said his name.
-> user8: charlesâ rizz is just asking girls if they wanna look at his car.
-> user3: heâs lucky heâs got that pretty face đ
user9: CHARLES WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE đ
-> user1: not him snooping in the likes đđ
charleshater1: how about we ship her with an attractive driver like lewis or carlos. this is disrespectful to her brand.
-> user45: girl SHUT UP đ
ââââââââȘ â ⫠âââââââ
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nicholasgalitzine: the feeling when your bestie gets a f1 boyfriend so you have unlimited paddock passes.
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user1: DID HE JUST EXPOSE CHARLESYN đ
-> user2: all those secret meetings and shit only to be exposed by a twink đ
-> user3: he is nawt a twink. heâs too muscular. get your terminology right.
user4: NOOOOOOOOOO PLEASE SAY THIS IS PR
user5: i donât believe this. yn is so notoriously private about her relationships that i doubt sheâd like a post that is exposing her.
user6: i want nicholas, taylor, yn AND charles đ€·đŒââïž
-> user7: this is the kind of greed they warned about in the bible.
taylorzakharperez: yes guys. i am dating an f1 driver. sorry to burst your bubble.
-> landonorris: itâs me :D
-> user8: lando dating taylor is less believable than true famous f1 couple taylor and fernando.
user9: PLEASE SOMEONE JUST TELL ME IF THEYâRE DATING I CANâT DO ALL THIS SPECULATION ANYMOREEEEEE
ââââââââȘ â ⫠âââââââ
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ham1ltonshaderoom: bad day for fans of actress yn yln! as she is seen strolling with her alleged boyfriend, f1 driver charles leclerc, in the streets of london. the new couple are very much booâd up after the release of her newest rom com âneed for speedâ that is taking the box office by storm. according to family and friends, the couple is very much âin loveâ and excited to see where the future will take them. how do we feel about this new couple ham1ltons?
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user1: hate them!
user2: LOVE THEM đ
user6: HER HAND AROUND HIS WAIST OMG
-> user7: charles is ynâs wife.
-> user8: STOP IM SO JEALOUS OF HIM
user3: are you sure this isnât just pr? i mean⊠come on now. she does a film about a f1 driver. now sheâs dating one. it could all just be a pr relationship to drum up interest for the film.
-> user4: or⊠they could actually be into each other?
-> user3: i wonât believe it until one of them post about it.
user5: months of speculation but neither of them have said a thing or been at a public event together. i mean⊠nicholas has been at more f1 races than yn đ
user9: lewis is influencing charles already with the cuppa in london.
-> user10: yâknow yn likes a london boy đ
ââââââââȘ â ⫠âââââââ
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charles_leclerc: happy birthday to the funniest, prettiest and most incredible girl in the world. thank you for sharing your world with me. i hope to stay with you forever. đ
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user1: OMG ITS OFFICIAL
lewishamilton: so happy for you both! đ
-> charles_leclerc: thank you lewis! wouldnât have been possible without you.
-> user5: 1644 aka MY goats
user2: THIS IS SO CUTE IM JUMPING INTO THE SEA
yourusername: i love you <3
-> charles_leclerc: i love you more.
landonorris: BOO I HATE COUPLES
-> taylorzakharperez: đ
-> landonorris: doesnât apply to us sweetcheeks đ
-> taylorzakharperez: đ
nicholasgalitzine: thank god. tired of being ynâs excuse to attend f1 games.
-> yourusername: you loved it really donât lie.
-> nicholasgalitzine: đ€đ
maxverstappen1: does this mean the groupchat can be dismantled?
-> charles_leclerc: no :)
-> pierregasly: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
user3: WE WON!!!!
user4: NOOOOO YN PLEASE DATE ME!!!! I CAN DRIVE FAST TOO đđ WHAT DOES HE HAVE THAT I DONT đđđ
ââââââââȘ â ⫠âââââââ
ââââââââȘ â ⫠âââââââ
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ËâșïœĄËâËfeels like | PG10ËâșïœĄËâË
pairing: pierre gasly x leclerc!singer!reader (she/her) x kika gomes
genre: social media au, polyamory
warnings: polyamory
summary: in which you meet the loves of ur life in the form of ur brother's best friend and his girlfriend
a/n: u've all been begging for this pairing HAHAH im finally delivering đ
request!!!: charles little sister and she doesn't really go to his races that often because she's a singer but she finally does and she hangs with kika & gets a crush on her & meets pierre & develops feelings for him too so then they finally get together and try to drop subtle hints but everyone just thinks they r good friends
my masterlist
fc: gracie abrams
instagram ->
ynupdates
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ynupdates y/n seen today outside the airport in florence, italy !!
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user1 hi arthur in the likes lol
user2 her biggest fan
user3 is she going to imola????
user4 omg đ
user5 Y/N AT A RACE??!!
user6 omg i hope she's finally coming to a race we barely ever see her there
user7 i miss her
user8 welcome back to f1 y/n đ»
user9 why does she never go to races omgg
user10 she goes to most big ones imo but she's busy with her own career
user11 y/n and charles content i beg
user12 nah y/n and the other drivers content plsss đ
yourusername posted a story
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user13 awwwwww omg
user14 so cute
charles_leclerc hanging out with my girlfriend before you even see me? okay!
yourusername get over it
user15 are u coming to imola đ
user16 see u at the race y/n đ
alexandrasaintmleux my fav leclerc đ
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user17 imola imola imola
twitter ->
messages ->
instagram ->
yourusername posted a story
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user18 omggg is that kika
user19 kikayn the duo i didnt know i needed
charles_leclerc y/n please
yourusername im coming im coming
user20 this duo actually makes so much sense
user21 i love women
user22 need her to meet pierre i just know they'd get along they all got the same vibes
user23 im gay
twitter ->
instagram ->
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f1wagupdates pierre gasly and girlfriend kika gomes have been seen multiple times over the past few weeks with âi miss you, im sorryâ singer & sister of charles leclerc, y/n leclerc. they appear to have become good friends since their alleged first meeting in imola, but sources report some suggestive interactions including all three of them.
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user26 suggestive interactions...????
user27 omg obsessed with this trio lol
user28 the friendship we never knew we needed đ»
user29 what suggestive interactions lol it's TOO VAGUE!!! give us more
user30 i bet charles loves this đ
user31 the first piccccc omg y/n and kika cuddling and pierre is just there
user32 y/n and kika tgthr is just so cunty
user33 someone ask charles what he thinks đ
francisca.cgomes
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francisca.cgomes đ· lil dump
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user34 OMG hellooo y/n
user35 the last pic hahah so cuntyyy
user36 ugh OBSESSED with this trio
user37 i wish i was them
landonorris ugh set me up with y/n please kika
francisca.cgomes now why the hell would i do that
pierregasly not happening, sorry lando
landonorris ??? wtf why not
francisca.cgomes she's OURS
yourusername đđ
user38 sus
user39 ???? what is going awnnn
user40 SUSSSSSS
yourusername awww pierre in his lil suit đ
pierregasly awww y/n with her lil lollypop đ
francisca.cgomes đ
user41 what is even happening lol
yourusername posted a story
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charles_leclerc y/n
yourusername hi charlie
charles_leclerc maman misses you
yourusername is that code for u & arthur miss me đ€š
charles_leclerc perhaps...
yourusername lol i'll come visit home soon
francisca.cgomes leak it to me
yourusername đ€« all in good time!
pierregasly about me?
yourusername in ur dreams
pierregasly đ
user42 OMG
user43 new music new music new music
twitter ->
instagram ->
yourusername đ monaco
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yourusername & i would do whatever u wanted
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user44 urmmm is that lyrics
user45 yea omg look at the notebook she's holding up
user46 this is what it feels like????
user47 drop the song
user48 love this friendship
francisca.cgomes love you gorgeous
yourusername love you sm
charles_leclerc â€ïž
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user49 ???
pierregasly met you at the right time
yourusername đ
user50 ok what's going on
user51 ????
user52 wot
messages ->
instagram ->
yourusername
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yourusername jus dropped my new song âfeels likeâ. the girls that get it, get it... thank u for ur unwavering support always đ«¶
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user53 who else here is a girl that (finally) gets it
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user54 get whatđđđ
user55 SHE'S DATING THEM
user56 the hard hard launch i never knew i needed
charles_leclerc â€ïž
yourusername love you
arthur_leclerc â€ïž
yourusername â€ïž my biggest fan
arthur_leclerc always
user57 oh i love them sm
user58 i would do whatever you wanted we dont have to leave the apartment đ
user59 MET YOU AT THE RIGHT TIMEâŒïž
francisca.cgomes mon cĆur đ
yourusername oh i love you
francisca.cgomes đ„čđ„čđ„čđ„čđ„čđ„č
user60 best girls omg
pierregasly world's sexiest leclerc!
yourusername i hold this title loudly & proudly
charles_leclerc đ
user61 đ pierre is so real for this
user62 oh the song is soso beautiful
pierregasly
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pierregasly livin in a movie i've watched and...
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user63 FUNNY CAUSE I COULDNT HAVE CALLED IT!!???
user64 omggg
user65 this is a true love story frrr
user66 AHHHH I LOVE THEM SO BAD
charles_leclerc photo creds for the last pic!!
pierregasly ofc charles đ
charles_leclerc dont flirt with me too
yourusername đđ have a day off!
arthur_leclerc ily guys
francisca.cgomes oh hello fav leclerc brother
arthur_leclerc đ
yourusername ily art
charles_leclerc đ
yourusername i met u both at the right time đ
francisca.cgomes thank u imola paddock đ€©đ€©đ€©
pierregasly our place đđđđ
user67 omg.. OBSESSED!!!
THE END đ„čđ©·
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Eleven to One: Hotel Roommating
Male Reader x Ahn Yujin, Choi Yena, Kim Minju, Kim Chaewon
Length: 2014 words
Tags: Daddy kink, thigh kink, thigh fucking, pit licking, teasing, a slap, edging, cumming on skin, pet play, an offer you definitely should refuse but kinda can't, cum eating, missionary, fingering, orgy
TW: the usual, but I would consider this mostly tame... okay, maybe also not LOL
Inspiration: Yujin's outfit (check below (HOLY COW))
(A/N: Sex in the hotel continues... though it might not be the best or longest piece, I promise the ending will make it worth while ;) Have fun!)
âRoom Service!"
For a second there, she got you. Fear runs down your back, ice cold, as you grab the door handle. No room service could ever be allowed to see or smell the absolute mess you made here. Especially Chaewon, who leaks down the phallic plastic onto the table, while watching a teary eyed Minju follow you to the door, your cock in her hand.Â
Fortunately, you do recognize the voice behind the door. Itâs familiar, not some room service lady that could ruin your life and the reputation of at least one popular girl group. You turn the knob and reach for the woman behind the door in the blink of an eye.
âYou scared me for a second, you fucking brat,â you yell at Yujin, but that was before you took a look at her outfit. âYouâre lucky Iâm in a good mood right now.â
âOh, Iâm in a good mood too, Daddy,â Yujin teases and gets ready to kick off her shoes, open up her dress and offer herself to you (you know she is in heat; she has been for a while most likely), but you stop her.
âYou keep that outfit on,â you order and spin her around. âMy cock needs to be in between your thighs while you still look like a Goddess of fertility with that shiny, stupid fucking outfit.â
âOh Daddy,â Yujin giggles and watches your tip glide in her tight gap. âWasnât Minju enough for you? And what happened to Chaewon-unnie?â
âCare to guess?â
âShe is one of us now?â
You smirk and lean in to bite your girlfriendâs neck. âOne hundred points.â You begin to slowly thrust in between the sweaty trunks that are Yujinâs legs, perfect sculptures of smooth marble, but a lot softer and infinitely more valuable. Yujin hums in pleasure and lifts her arms to reach around your neck while you continue to place marks on hers. There is no concert the next few days, so no one will notice the love bites you place on her.Â
âMinju, mind helping me out here?â you suddenly ask and Minju jumps in surprise. You know she is still needy, unsatisfied, but would never touch herself without your permission, so you want to give her a bit of a reward. âLick our Daeng-Daengâs pits clean. I promise you, she tastes wonderful.â
âO-okay, Daddy.â
You can see in her eyes that Minju has never done this before. Itâs a waste though, so you pull at her strings (she is a good girl after all) and take into view how incredible she looks. Minju sticks out her tongue and drags it across the entire pit. Yujin trembles, her thighs gently swaying around your shaft. An incredible feeling, but what makes it exceptionally great is the lewd sounds the two produce. Tender moans, wet licks, soft bodies rubbing one another to the point where nothing could be more intimate.Â
âD-does it tickle, Yujinie?â Minju asks when she switches sides, her hands secretly placed on your own. You both have a hold on the young womanâs hips and Minjuâs question goes unanswered when she goes straight to sucking on the opposite sensitive, hairless, sweaty spot.Â
Holding back would be offensive. There are the two best thighs wrapped around you, while Minjuâs soft belly becomes a home for your tip. With every thrust you poke her and she seems to really enjoy it. Maybe she isâno, she definitely isâthinking that you are pointing at her fertile womb, ready to be filled and bred. Thatâs why her orbs sparkle the way they do, thatâs why she pulls you two into a threeway hug where Yujin gets squeezed and overstimulated at spots she didnât think could be this sensitive.
âD-Daddy, I thought you were teasing,â Yujin mumbles. âBut I feel so good, so hot. Please, cum on me, paint my milky thighs, it would fit them so well.â
âI can feel you melting, baby girl.â You lean in to give her ear a love bite, with all your love and sufficient force to make her dizzy with pleasure. âSince you asked so nicely, I will cover you, claim you with my seed.â
âThank you, Daddy.â A sudden make-out session ensues after Yujin lowers her arms, leaving Minju jobless and needy as ever. There is salty sweat around her lips and in her mouth while she watches you and Yujin trade sweat saliva in heated passion. Your cock is buried in her gap, then quickly peaks out again as you begin to rapidly fuck it. âI canât believe you got Chaewon-unnie already. Was it really that easy?â
You both turn your head to the shivering, squeaking but not (yet) dildo-riding Chaewon, whose head might be in even more heat than Yujin. Her face is red like the ball gag in her mouth and the only thing cooling her off are a few tears from her unfocused eyes. You love that she looks so obedient and pathetic, far away from what she dreamed off. Yet you decide to be more than merciful.Â
âMinju, how about you put your hands on Chaewonâs hips? Maybe let some of Yujinâs sweat run down her cheeks? I think that should cool her off.â
âOkay, Daddy~â
With a sight like thatâMinju behind Chaewon, who desperately looks up to the taller girl, hips in a firm, loving hold; then, Minju drools all over her face and you know that Chaewon is on cloud six, maybe seven, more pleasure yet to comeâyour orgasm is rapidly approaching. You bend Yujin over a bit, press her thighs back to you to meet your pistoning hips. The swollen cockhead peeks out a few more times beforeâ
A knock at the door.
âyou become an artist. Trapped in heavenly softness, you release all of your load on the inside of Yujinâs thighs. You use your throbbing cock like a brush to smear the white goo over more parts of her skin. It has to stick on her and not fall to the carpet floor. With a strained voice, you call out: âMinju, get our new pet in here. And donât forget to close the door!â
âW-what? Pet?â Yujin tries to catch her breath, but her jaw drops the second she sees Yena run through the door and fall on her knees. âYena-unnie, what, what is happening?â
âNo need to call her Unnie, she is our new pet,â you announce and reach for Yenaâs collar. âIsnât she a beautiful kitten? Kitten, what did I say about clothes, hm?â
âMeow,â Yena responds, very apologetic. You kind of admire her for wearing just this thin, way too short crop top and hot pants that barely cover her small ass, but no kitten would wear those, so she quickly kicks them off, now just as nude as the other girlsâmost of the other girls.
âYe-Yena, is this true, you are with Daddy too?â Minju asks, just as perplexed as Yujin is. Yena nods in excitement, while you get a leash for her beautiful pink collar. âBut why a kitten?â
âWell, donât we all like different things?â you ask Minju with a big grin. You secure Yena on the leash and walk her across the room for a couple of steps. âAs long as Yena likes it, I think this would be a great addition to our⊠arrangement.â
âA family pet,â Yujin whispers, all eyes on her. Now itâs out there, this crazy idea. No sane person could say yes to it. Everyone at some point returns to their level-headed, not horny self. The mere suggestion of living together as a quasi-family where sex is boundless and the concept of patriarchy is pushed to ridiculous extremes should push them all away.Â
âWhen Iâm the family cat,â Yena suddenly speaks into the tense silence, her voice filled with wonder. âI have to move in with you two. Would that be a problem?â
âNo, we have enough space and money,â Yujin quickly responds. âIn fact, I think we can cover all your expenses.â
âSounds good, Iâm in. Meow!â
Yena smirks and crawls towards Yujin who stares down at her with love and lust. Suddenly, Yenaâs face dives in between Yujinâs thighs and she starts to lick off your cum like itâs ice cream on a hot August day. Yujin mewls, opens her legs a bit more so Yena can get every last drop.Â
âWell, I already live with Daddy and Yujin.â Minju looks at the floor, a little embarrassed. She scratches the back of her neck and then shares glances with you and Yujin. âIf itâs okay, I will stay with your family, maybe as a sister?â
âThat sounds great,â you tell Minju, as your eyes betray you. They are so fixated on Yenaâs hunger for your cum, for Yujinâs scent, God, she is devouring your girlfriend. If it werenât for the stage outfit, Yena surely wouldâve pushed her tongue into Yujinâs cuntâwho can blame her? IVEâs leader is irresistible. âYour presence is always welcome, Minju.â
âI think Chaewon c-canât join,â Yujin murmurs, her hand in Yenaâs pink strands, sweaty from all the hard cleaning she does to her thighs. Seriously, she starts to leave hickeys there now. You pull at the chain to signal her stop. âShe has to stay at the LE SSERAFIM dorm.â
âWell, Chaewon is my best friend and best friendâs usually donât live with another family,â Minju explains. You put Chaewonâs jaw into your hand and look at her begging eyes. Before you pull out the ballgag, you give her face a quick slap, one that stings for a bit.Â
âI bet you think we are all crazy, I get that, butââ
âDonât defend yourself, Daddy,â Chaewon says, gasps, somehow she gets these words passed her pursed lips while the dildo is deep in her cunt. âAs Minjuâs friend, I sh-should come over every now a-and thenâŠâ
âIâll make sure to reward you then, my little slut~â
âThank you, Daddy.â You push the ball gag back into Chaewonâs mouth and give Minju a wink. Itâs a sign she thankfully understands and suddenly, Minju makes Chaewon ride the dildo with all her power. A creaming pussy starts to cover the glass table, screams almost make it past the restriction in between her teeth and you can feel her bliss fill the air.
You step close to Yujin. She laughs weakly and shakes her head.
âYouâre insane, a madman!â
âOh yeah?â You reach for the back of her dress and a zip later, Yujinâs excellent body is free. Yena mewls at this first sight and if she had a tail (still on the list of items you have to get her) she would wag it like crazy. âYou are probably right, I lost my sanity the first time I met you.â
Yujin giggles and removes the leather end of Yenaâs chain from your hand. She puts it in her mouth and with doe, puppy eyes slowly kneels next to her kitten friend. Your cock twitches, obviously. Somewhere in this hotel room filled with the smell and sound of unbridled sex, your phone vibrates. You donât care. They can leave a message. You have better things to do.
âLooks to me like youâre the insane one, the madwoman.âÂ
You push her over, on her back. Yujinâs legs wrap around you like Yenaâs pussy wraps around your fingers. You push your rehardened cock into that tight, tight little cunt of your girlfriend and fuck her into the carpet with no thoughts. There is nothing but blankness in your head and there will be for the next week or so. Just you and Yujin. And Yena, who sucks on Yujinâs tits and fucks herself on your hand. And Minju, who is thrilled about Chaewon riding that cock through multiple orgasms. Well, maybe Chaewon will be here too.Â
Text messages pop up on your phone. They are from Hyewon.
âHey Daddy, my final day before maternity leave is next week. I need you here earlier though, because someone important wants to do an internship here.
âThe one and only
âJang Wonyoung.â
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of course other women want your boyfriend
pairing: nanami kento x reader
tags: nanami is 34. is that a warning? lol.
"your dad's kinda hot."
the bar isn't too full, just the regular crowd, and then some. of course there were other college kids, none that you knew. well, except this one.
you've seen aiko around, always at the back of the class. not that that's worth shaming, you ended up back there too often due to sleepy mornings to be looking down on her.
no, it's the constant bitching and laughing during class that pissed you the fuck off. not an ounce of respect or decorum for the rest of you depressed losers just trying to make it out of class with notes that made sense, or the poor professor, who has long since given up on admonishing her. so maybe you did once tell her off in the middle of class a week before finals. just once. or twice.
and here she is, having tapped on your shoulder as you were sipping your drink, bitching and laughing with her friends hanging behind her, snickering along.
"that's not my dad," you reply, ticked off.
her eyes widen in faux shock. "even better then! I didn't wanna make it too messy for you. what's his instagram?"
you laugh, bunching up your shoulders, finally putting down your drink and getting up. you're usually not the jealous type, and you're not even feeling jealous right now, more like a bubbling irritation.
"he doesn't have an Instagram. he's thirty four, what instagram do you think you're gonna be hitting him up on, huh?"
"thirty four? he looks forty plus at least! I didn't know being with a stuck up bitch like you would age a man like that, but makes sense!" she scoffs, looking you up and down.
"so you can pick up on social cues! I was wondering how you couldn't figure out that he's my boyfriend from the kiss he gave me or, perhaps from the way he was holding me, but turns out you're just a rude bitch who wants to slather her fingers all over my boyfriend!" you snap at her.
that makes a few people around you look over, and as much as you wanted to smack her across her face, you needed to maintain your standards.
"then where is he now? where's your boyfriend? and which forty year old brings his little girlfriend on a night out to a bar like-"
"there you are, sweetheart."
kento slides his arm around your waist, slipping into the seat next to yours.
nanami kento. thirty four. food critic! 6' 1", honey blonde hair slicked back, but a few pieces spill out on to his face, deep brown eyes that are both soft and sharp. his white shirt's sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing his thick forearms, veiny with light, golden hair. the bar and the girl in front of you almost fade to the back of your mind when his cologne hits your nose, sending you into a daze.
almost.
"ken!" you breathe.
"did i keep you too long? you know satoru, refusing to get to the point," he frowns, dropping a kiss on your forehead. "what's got you all worked up?"
"hey!"
his eyes leave yours to look at aiko. "yes?"
"how come she doesn't bring you around more often? she's always all by herself, in her own little world! so shy, really! i'm aiko, we go to class together!" she smiles at him, all cute and bubbly like.
"what are you trying to do?" you ask, shouldering youself between kento and her. "you trying to swoop in and show him a better life or something? do you need attention that bad?"
"oh my god, you guys, look she's getting all bothered!" she gasps to her friends around her. "no babe i didn't mean it like that, i just meant it like i am personally, SO happy that someone like you's found love, you know? even if it's with someone who is SO different from you, you're finally out of your shell, and clearly, there is someone for everyone!" she gushes, and then looks over your shoulder at kento.
"why are you looking at him, look at me," you interject, something finally snapping in you. kento can sense the change in you, and places his hands on your waist.
"sweetheart, i think- "
you appreciate it, but you can handle this, you're FINE.
"no no," you repeat, "look at me! because do you think he's gonna treat you the way he treats me? do you think he's gonna keep up with your bullshit, and your little friend group and not see you for the pathetic attention seeking loser you are? you think he's gonna buy you the stuff you want and take you to all your raves and whatnot? this man goes to sleep every night by eleven thirty! you don't see him at parties because he's thirty four fucking years old, and his definition of a night out is wine and fine dining, with ME! he treats me like this, and buys me whatever the fuck i want, because i'm me, he's not gonna treat you like that babe!"
"don't get all worked up!" aiko spits "we can just be friends, you know!" she twirls her hair, her eyes still on kento.
"what are you twirling your hair for? he's not even looking at you, the only thing that that's gonna do is make you even balder. spending all your time trying to poach another bitch's man the whole time your bald spot's been making direct eye contact with me."
she gasps, and deep down you know you would never say that to a girl unless she absolutely deserved it, and aiko has been begging for it.
kento squeezes your waist, standing up, towering over you from behind.
"baby, she said she just wanted to be friends, didn't she?" he asks. "why don't you give her my instagram?"
aiko chuckles, seeming to have recovered. she pushes her phone into his hands, instagram open, and he hands it over to you diligently.
you scoff and type in his username, pressing the follow button and shoving it back to her.
"now that that's done," sighs kento, holding you. "it's getting a little hot in here, isn't it honey? let's get this scarf off of you."
his hands unfasten the scarf that you had tied around your neck, that you're sure aiko just attributed to poor fashion sense. despite the previous chaos, your eyes follow his thick fingers as the open the knot, and unloop the scarf from around your neck, causing the scarf to slip out and leave you neck bare in the deep v neck top you had put on this morning.
deep red and purple bruises litter your neck, all the way down to your breasts, disappearing off behind the lace borders of the neck of your top.
kento stares at you, smug and unclouded desire clear on his face. he slides his hands up and holds the sides of your neck firmly, squeezing slightly. he pulls you closer and your lips meet in a deep kiss, his thumbs rubbing slow circles on your cheek. the kiss leaves you breathless as he pulls away and leans back in to place on more kiss on your wet, parted lips, taking you by surprise.
"that's perfect," he thumbs on one of the hickies, eyes never leaving you. "my perfect girl."
warmth floods up your chest and face. a smile can't help but spread across your face as you lean into him.
"let's go, love. dinner, wine and that eleven thirty nap time awaits us," he chuckles, taking your hand, gathering your bag and turning away to leave, not a single glance given to aiko.
aiko!
you turn to her, a lazy, easy grin on your face, glancing to her phone open with kento's instagram, and then back up at her. "happy stalking!"
aiko and her friends are sure to spend the night pouring over kento's instagram, which is filled to the brim with pictures of you, you and him, food, you, travel and his girlfriend, you.
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PR Stunt (Only, Right?) | Sukuna/M!Reader
W/C: 6.9K (oh god lol) #NSFW, fingering, implied fucking, bottom!reader, top!sukuna, angst, fluff, smut, happy ending, Sukuna owns a body shop, reader is an actor, kinda meet cute, ABO dynamics, mpreg, yes there are always babies involved because i love dad sukuna, surprise baby, sukuna is a dickhead (what else is new), Gojo is an actor, Getou is a manager/agent, Toji is a stunt coordinator, Jin is a teacher tags: @kamote-kuneho @better-imagination-9 @flowersatwork @watyousayinÂ
âDid you sleep with (L. Name) (F. Name)?âÂ
The question caught Sukuna off guard; normally, Uraume didn't inquire into his personal life in regards to who he had and hadn't slept with. They were a friend, yes, but moreover they were the bookkeeper and helped with securing clients and arranging meetingsâcelebrities and their managers were fucks that Sukuna didn't like negotiating with. Best to leave the yapping to someone with a cooler head.
âWhere the hell did that come from?â Sukuna asked as he rolled out from under the newest commissioned vehicle.Â
Uraume walked to him, iPad in hand, and turned it to him, stone cold.Â
Sukuna sat up straighter and squinted at the screen, annoyed. Youâd probably just made up some salacious rumour and spread it throughout your friend circles; or worse, you wanted revenge on him for something he probably definitely did. In that case, Sukuna could somewhat understand. But stillâ
(Name) putting on weight? Whatâs happening to the former bombshell babe of Japan?!
Pregnant with a baby boy?! The secret's out!
(Name) returns to the stage after giving birth to a baby boyâbut who is the father?
(Name) driving a Ryoumen Sukuna rescue vehicle?! Could he be the deadbeat dad we've been looking for?
Sukuna sucked his teeth after skimming over the article titles presented to him.Â
â...No proof.âÂ
âAh. Then please explain this,â Uraume requested, still polite as ever, as they flicked to an additional few images the scumbag paparazzi had caught of you.Â
One was the car mentioned. Sukuna remembered it like it was yesterdayâthe joy of restoring a Porsche 911 back into its former glory was unmatched. You happily paid for all the parts and too often swung by to see the progress being made on the old thing. Obviously, Sukuna was more than happy to oblige.Â
The next was of you holding a little nugget of a baby against your chest as you walked down a street in Shibuya. Nothing too damning, nothing too inspirational.Â
But the last oneâ
âThe fuck?â Sukuna mumbled as he snatched the iPad from Uraumeâs hands and zoomed in on the now-toddler sitting with you in that damn Porsche, grinning brightly beside his mum while you ruffled his hair. His very, very pink hair.Â
Sukuna took a breath while he thought. He didn't have to think too hard, though, not when he still dreamed about you and the short-lived fling between the two of you.Â
âA Porsche 911, huh?â Sukuna grinned as he looked over the rusted beater of a car. He could still see scraps of its former glory, of the beautiful thing she used to be. Heaven knows she would've become an irreparable hunk of junk if you hadn't bought it from a scrapyard.Â
âYep.â You beamed. âSo you think you can make her pretty again?âÂ
âYou kidding? I'd pay you to let me fix this thing, baby.â Sukuna caught sight of your security stepping forward, but you waved them off without a second thought.Â
Sukuna smirked. âBut itâs not gonna be cheap.âÂ
You nodded. âWell, do what you have to. I'll pay whatever you need, handsome.âÂ
âYeah?â Sukuna asked, looking your neatly-manicured appearance up and down; you were dressed like you were meeting someone of great importance (and you were, obviously), with your hair groomed perfectly, outfit fit for a premiere, skin flawless.Â
âMhm. And I tip well.â you looked him up and down in kind, grinning as you bit at the nub of your sunglasses.
âDone.âÂ
Every time you came to check on his progress, genuine excitement flooding in your motormouthed words, you'd go home with him and fuck him silly.Â
And now, you were the momma to his baby. Allegedly.Â
âIâso what the fuck does this have to do with anything?â Sukuna ran a frustrated hand through his hair after Uraume took the tablet back. âBitch isn't asking for anything, he's not asking me to be his public fucking baby daddy, not asking me to pay for nothing?âÂ
âNo,â Uraume conceded, âBut he and his PR managers have reached out concerning this.âÂ
The man groaned and stood. âFucking hell. Can't stand fucking PR teams. The fuck did they want?âÂ
âThey want to make a statement about Touma's father.âÂ
Sukuna froze.
âTouma's a good name for a boy, right?âÂ
You asked the question so suddenly, so out of nowhere in the quiet of the afterglow. The city lights sparkled and winked at you both through the towering windows keeping you safe from the outside world. In hindsight, Sukuna would wonder if the city was excited for him. For you.Â
âWhat, for a mutt?â Sukuna drawled, puffing on a blunt while he played with your hair and drowned in the tingles left in the wake of fingers drawing circles on his bare chest.Â
âFor a kid,â you chastised with a laugh. âI like Touma. Or Touka for a girl. Ayato's nice, too. Maybe Kazue.âÂ
âYou better not be pregnant.â
âI'm not, I'm not. I'm just getting baby fever, I guess.â You hummed and left a sweet kiss against his tan skin. âI guess being around a big, bad boy like you's got me feeling domestic.âÂ
Sukuna laughed, dazed and happy. âYou wanna ruin this pretty lilâ body for a fucking kid? Be my guest. Just don't come looking for a booty call after you've ruined yourself like that.âÂ
âOh, don't worry,â you cooed. âI won't.âÂ
Man. Man.Â
âA statement.âÂ
âIn other wordsââ
âI'm not the fucking father.âÂ
âThis might be a good way to get Yorozu off your case,â Uraume suggested, and Sukuna perked up.Â
âRight. She fuckinâ hates kids.âÂ
âSo, if you were to have a son, and it's revealed you've been quietly trying to make things work behind the scenes with (Name), then hypotheticallyââ
âI'll take the runt.â
Truth is outâRyoumen Sukuna is the father, (Name) tells fans on social media!
Sukuna hated seeing that shit. The circus celebrities had to dance through used to be funny until he somehow got swept up into it. Until he suddenly had a baby boy that looked so much like him and so much like you.Â
He spent too much time on your socials, scrolling through promotion posts and photos of you at red carpet events and premieresâand then he remembered you had a private account. One that you said he could follow. One that he never followed.
Sukuna rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling as he sulked in bed. Was he really about to sacrifice his pride for this? Was he seriously gonna request to follow your personal account just moments after articles dropped and tweets were sent about him being the baby daddy? Could his pride take it?Â
Fuck me. This shit is highschool.Â
He requested to follow, and not even a minute later, you approved it.Â
That had him interested. Did you want him to follow? Did you want him to be part of his little guy's life? Were you feeling a rush of anxiety and excitement like he was right now?Â
âGet over it, you fucking idiot,â he mumbled to himself before scrolling through your photos.Â
There was so much more here. So many photos of you pregnant, of Touma when he was so ridiculously itty bitty, of when you were recovering in the hospital, looking worn out and exhausted, but still beaming as you held your little boy.Â
There were photos of his first birthday and the cuteâŠrustic cake you'd apparently made yourself. Your agent, Getou, was there, as was one of your fellow agency mates, Gojo, along with some other folks Sukuna did and didn't recognize.Â
Of course, his boyâyour boy lit up the centre, eyes glittering with the reflection of sparklers and the warmth of a good, safe home. He was happy. The boyâhis boyâyour boy was happy.Â
Then he called you. He couldn't help it, not anymore.
Sukuna paced around his penthouse, sipping on his spiked coffee and trying to desperately control hisâŠnerves? Alpha instincts? Excitement? Fuck, he didn't know. But he was full of whatever it was, and it drove him nuts.
âHi!â You answered as you picked up, so full of life as usual. âBeen a while. How're you? What's up?âÂ
Sukuna felt so, so old suddenly. Why were you so awake in the morning?Â
âThink you can spare some of that pep in your step for me?â Sukuna asked. He smiled when he heard you laugh on the other line. âDunno how the hell you're so awake in the morning.â
âWell, I don't party or work on cars until the crack of dawn,â you purred back, so sweet and teasing. Sukuna almost got hard. Ugh. Ugh. What the fuck was wrong with him?Â
âHah? What, you sayinâ I'm irresponsible ân make shitty choices, babe?âÂ
âAbsolutely.âÂ
âTch. Omegas.âÂ
You snickered again before cutting to the chase: âSo, you're calling about my Touma?â
Sukuna swallowed. âYeah. Gotta say I'm pretty fucking confused.â
âYeah, I get it.â He heard you shift in bed, triggering a rumble of grumpy noises from your little one. You hushed him gently and apologized before the small, crackly purring resumed faintly in the background. The thought made Sukuna's heart ache.
âWhat do you wanna know?âÂ
Sukuna inhaled deeply. âWhy'd you keep it?âÂ
âI wanted him,â you said. âNext question.â
â...When did you know?âÂ
âMmhâŠI guess about a week or two after we stopped hooking up.â
âAnd you didn't say shit?âÂ
You went silent for a moment, and Sukuna felt his nerves tingle and prick. He wasn't anxious. He wasn't feeling betrayed. It wasn't any of that. Absolutely not.Â
âI guess I got cold feet,â you admitted. âI don't--I know how many baby daddy accusations you get, y'know? I didn't want you to think I was just trying to get you to pay me out or something.âÂ
Oh. Okay. That made sense, actually.Â
Too many omegas and women Sukuna fucked around with pointed the finger at him if they caught some sort of STI or fell pregnant; even if it was months after fucking, Sukuna would be suspected of fathering the pregnancy of a newly-pregnant, ex-partner he hadn't seen in eternities, and the media would run to the ends of the earth with it. He was the infamous bad boy the media circuit loved to prey on. And Sukuna didn't really care for itânot until now. Not until those fucks ruined his opportunity to be a dad.Â
âFuckingââ Sukuna sighed and put his mug down to rub his face. âShit. Shit. Fucking media bastards. Fuck.â
âI need to get my car tuned,â you said.
Sukuna deadpanned. âRead the fucking room, babe, we're notââ
âDo you want me to bring Touma?â You finished, undeterred by the alpha's grouchiness. âSo you can meet him? I think he'd like that.â
Oh. Oh. Ouch. His heartâwas Sukuna about to die? Why'd his chest hurt so much? What the fuck?Â
Sukuna cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. âIâyeah? Yeah. Alright.âÂ
âOkay, cool. When's your nextââÂ
âTomorrow.â He cleared his throat again and scratched at the back of his neck. âAny time.âÂ
You stifled a laugh poorly. âDonât be nervous, Sukuna.âÂ
âM'not. Fuck you.âÂ
âI can do tomorrow. Let's saaayâŠ1pm?âÂ
âYeah, sure. 1pm.â
You rolled up at 12:59pm.Â
Sukuna had the garage open, everything tidy and ready to go like he actually gave a fuck about tuning your car when his literal fucking son was about to be in his presence. But he was so not nervous. Definitely not fucking nervous. Nope. Nuh-uh. Never.Â
You stepped out of the car and Sukuna felt his heart jump; you looked the same as you did last time he saw you. You were dressed more casually, though, done up in joggers and runners with a university hoodie to top it all off. Clearly, you didn't care to impress today.Â
You threw Sukuna an easy smile before pulling open the back door and taking care in plucking your chubby bunny from his car seat. All the while, Sukuna wandered closer and closer, but maintained a respectful distance just in case your momma bear came out to bite. He knew you had an impressive temper when your easy-going self got pushed too far, and he would rather not bring that out right now.Â
âPa!â Your son yipped as soon as he got up into your arms. âPuh Pa!âÂ
You melted immediately, punching Sukuna in the gut with your happy scent of maple syrup and cardamom as the little one nuzzled up to you, repeating variants of âpa!â as he rubbed his chubby cheeks and snotty nose against your neck and face to get that perfect scent onto him.Â
âYou're so sweet, bunny,â you cooed and adjusted him in your arms as you met Sukuna the rest of the way. âHey, hey! So, did you want to meet him first, orâ?âÂ
Sukuna didn't know what the fuck to do, honestly.Â
âI, uh. Car shit first. What needs tuning?â He drawled, watching the pup clinging to you with rapt attention.Â
Admittedly, Sukuna didn't really pay attention to what you were saying and what you were gesturing to; he was too captivated by the faint wisps of scent he caught from your little one. He smelled of smoke and syrupâa perfect combination of his parentsâ scents.Â
And he just looked so much like the both of you. Touma's skin tone tilted more your direction, but the glowy, bronzey quality that Sukuna brought to the table still shone through in its own weird way. His eyes were almond-shaped like his own, but bore the same, welcoming colour of yours. And, fuck, his hair was just a perfect match to Sukuna's. If the little shit got Maori tattoos too, he'd be a tiny carbon copy.Â
Damn. Speaking ofâwould his mom wanna meet the little shit? Her grandson? Would she ever bother leaving Hawaii toâ
âYou get all that?â You asked.Â
Sukuna stared at you. âGet what?âÂ
You pursed your lips like you so often did and turned to the big, bad alpha.Â
âMaybe we should do the meet ân greet first, huh?â You swayed a little and kissed Touma awake. âBaby, you wanna meet a friend?âÂ
âBuh!â Touma exclaimed. You gently guided his little face to look at Sukuna, and the boy looked star struck staring up at the absolute unit that was Ryoumen Sukuna.Â
âTouma, this is Sukuna.â You closed the gap between the two of you a little more, and Sukuna leaned down to look at the little one. His little one.Â
Sukuna twitched a smile as he looked over the little thing. âYou sure this thingâs mine? Looks a little small.âÂ
You laughed. âIf you were born as big as you are, Iâm so, so sorry for your mother.â You nuzzled Toumaâs little cheek and bounced him a little.Â
âWuh!â Toumaâs little arms flew up towards Sukuna, and the towering man looked a little more than nervous, looking at the tiny pudgy hands like they were deadly weapons.Â
âCome on, donât look at him like that.â You took Sukunaâs hand and delivered it to Touma. âHeâs curious. He hasnât met anyone as big and tall as you, yâknow?âÂ
Sukuna huffed, but let the little one grab at his fingers and hold his hand. âWhat, you donât have another alpha looking after you? Hard to believe that. You're the neediest little bitch I know.âÂ
âStop. I'm not Yorozu,â you huffed, and Sukuna cringed at the name. âHe has alphas around, sure. But not big ones like youâsecurity excluded. It's not like other men want to play nice with another alpha's pup.âÂ
Sukuna caught the hint of a frown on your face, and his hackles started to rise.Â
âSome dumbfuck giving you grief?â Sukuna asked, voice rolling with thunderous promise. He'd kill whatever moron fucked with you and his pup. You just had to drop the name.
You sighed, light-hearted. âYou know what the rich and famous are like--we're the worst.âÂ
Sukuna growled, and Touma mimicked the noise as best as he could with his pathetically teeny tiny crackled voice. Fuckinâ cute as shit.Â
âTch. Don't sell yourself short.âÂ
âI'm just trying to say I don't need that around my boy, and I sure as hell don't want it around me, either.â You nodded and stepped closer as Touma reached up for Sukuna again. Apparently just holding his hand wasn't doing it for the boy anymore.Â
âGood. Don't need those pathetic fucks around the runtâoi, wait, what the fuck're youââÂ
âWup, wup!â Your son shrieked as you helped bully Sukuna into holding him.
âHe wants uppies.âÂ
âUppies,â Sukuna balked.
âHe wants you toâokay, you're bad at thisâdon't hold him like that! Here, do it likeââ you cut off as you helped Sukuna get a comfortable hold on Touma while the littlest one squirmed and squeaked in delight, trying to climb up onto Sukuna's shoulder but failing miserably.Â
Sukuna twitched a smile as you sighed, exasperated by the ball of energy trying to scale the mountainous man. But he got a hold of him, tucking his arm under his butt and holding his back to make sure the little shit didn't go plummeting to the floor.Â
âYou give your ma hell, huh? I can get behind that,â Sukuna hummed. His son's little hands papped at his face, grabbing at his nose and jawâspecifically over the dark tattoos streaking along the curves and cut of his features.Â
And you smiled the entire time. You pursed your lips tightly to hide it, but you did it so poorly. You always did. Maybe it was on purpose.Â
âSo, can I tell you about my car problems now?âÂ
Sukuna held onto his runt while you explained what flaws, either cosmetically or mechanically, were bothering you. It mostly consisted of slight dents from other assholes not knowing how to park, paint scratches, and more of that sort. As a fellow car guy, Sukuna could understand the anguish of having a favourite baby get all dinged up.Â
âNot hard to fix,â Sukuna decided. He held the hood up with one hand and looked over the motorâeverything looked clean and well-maintained. He was almost impressed. âBut, well, it'll cost ya. Uraume can send the details.âÂ
You nodded. âSure, sure, sounds good. I'm never taking this thing on the road again after it's fixed. Too many fucking idiots out there with piss poor driving skills.âÂ
The mechanic smirked. âHo? So beating up your car is what makes you start cussinâ, huh? Noted.â He let the hood fall closed and adjusted his hold on the now-sleeping tot. âCouldn't even get you to do that in bed.âÂ
âPsht, don't say that in front of the baby, Sukuna, jeeze,â you sighed and rubbed your face. âBabies remember more than you'd like to know.âÂ
âHuh. You think he'll remember when he gotââÂ
âNo, he won't remember his inception.â You laughed and shook your head, but paused when you saw smears of concealer on your fingers and tutted.Â
âHow long's the car gonna take? Should I get a rental?â You asked before the man could comment.
âProbably, if you want me to detail this thing right,â Sukuna mumbled. He reached out and turned your chin back to him, looking at the spots concealer missing, hinting at dark circles under your eyes.Â
Your face grew hot, but you nodded and cleared your throat. âYeah, okay. I'll, uh. I'll call someone to pick us upââÂ
âI'll take you home.âÂ
You brightened the slightest bit. âYeah? Iâokay.â You pulled his hand from your face and smiled. âI'll grab the car seat.âÂ
Sukuna liked your house. It was a nice mix of traditional and modern with large stretches of woodgrain and bamboo. A neat outdoor garden and pond decorated the front, but a bigger, more lush collection of tropical plants greeted guests. It was beautiful, if one was desperate to be in nature.Â
âI'm just gonna get him to bed, be one second.âÂ
Sukuna nodded and pocketed his hands as he pretended to not watch you trot upstairs with the sleepy cub melting in your arms. You still had a nice ass even after popping that little melon out. Huh.Â
He looked around your space more, wandering with slow, lumbering steps. The house wasn't huge by any means, but it was cozy and warm, quiet and hidden away from the city's gaze. That was probably why you chose itâhere, you could be honest with yourself. You could shield your babe from the brutality of your career and keep him safe from leering eyes. Honestly, one of the leaves on your giant monstera could hide him from the whole universe.Â
Guy's too obsessed with growing shit. It ticked him off, but he didn't know why.Â
Maybe it was all the photos of you and Touma. Maybe it was because he wasn't in them and too many other men were in his place, lining your walls in the protection of cheap IKEA framesâbut Sukuna didn't want you. No, no, Ryoumen Sukuna did not want anyone. He didn't want you. He didn't need to settle down andâ
âYou want a glass of wine?â You asked when you came back down the stairs. âIt's plum wine. Don't really have any scotch or anything, but IââÂ
Sukuna scoffed before a mocking laugh slipped out of him. You paused, looking at him with bleak attention as he shook his head and pocketed his hands. Your request for him to stay pissed him off; clearly, you expected something more from him.
âWhaddaya think is gonna happen here, huh? You think we're gonna fall in love, pick up where we left off, have a happy little fuckinâ family to tell the tabloids about?âÂ
âWhat?â You asked. âI neverââ
âDidn't have to. Gotta admit, you did a better job than the rest of the whores that tried wrangling me in toââ
âAll I asked,â you cut him off, voice quiet but firm, âIs if you wanted wine. Iâm not proposing, Sukuna.âÂ
Sukuna didnât like that. The wholeâŠnot-being-into-him and not wanting him to stick around after he just shut you down. He sucked his teeth and took a breath, about to say something, but you spoke first.Â
âI know this is a PR thing. I know how the whole media circus worksâyou want your ex to stop bothering you, and I want people to stop asking questions about who the fucking father of my son is.â You paused, staring Sukuna dead in his eyes, a quiet, simmering rage boiling just beneath the surface of placid control.Â
âCall my manager when the carâs done,â you decided, sounding beaten down and exhausted. âIâll send someone for it. Thanks for the ride home.â
Next thing the man knew, he was ushered toward the door and stood in the doorway, stuck on the idea of being kicked out of his omegaâsâno, no, out of an omegaâs house like he was trash.Â
âFuckingâwait, justââÂ
âWhat?â You snapped.
âI couldâglass of wine doesnât sound too badââ
You shoved the bottle into his hands and slammed the door.Â
Sukuna tried to sleep it offâas in, he slept around to forget about the crushing weight of rejection collapsing down on him, shattering his chest, spearing his heart with shattered bone.Â
You still kept being so fucking nice to him, too. You never slandered him, never spoke ill whenever he was asked about in interviewsâyou spared his reputation with a kind smile every time you had to talk about him or to him.Â
And he was grateful for it, even if he didn't return the favor. It's not like he was on a smear campaign, no, but anytime a hook up would ask about you, he wouldn't give a glowing review, per se. But it wouldn't be scalding either. Just sheer indifference tainted with drops of bitterness stemming from unripe guilt.
It went on like that for monthsâuntil you did your parental duties, and set aside your feelings about Sukuna for the sake of your son.
âUraume, get that,â Sukuna called as his phone rang. He was too busy fucking around under the hood of his latest project to wipe his hands free of grease and pick up himself, obviously.
But Uraume was there for a reason. They picked up the phone with a polite hello before their sharp frigidity melted into rounded edges.Â
â(Name)-san,â they hummed. âIt's good to hear from you. Do you need to talk to Sukuna-san?âÂ
Sukuna started wiping his hands off so unbelievably fast.Â
âHe's working on a car right now. You know how he can be when he's focused.â
âFuckingâpiece of shitâwhat the fuckââ somehow, he got even more grease and oil on his hands thanks to that stupid fucking rag. God, what a nightmare.
âSure, I can take a message.âÂ
âFuckinâ shit fuck, fuck.â He wiped his hands on his designer jeans before running to Uraume and gesturing for the phone.
Uraume's brows raised, and they actually smiled.Â
âAh, hold on, Sukuna-san's here.âÂ
Sukuna snatched up the phone, ignoring the knowing look glimmering in Uraumeâs eyes. Ugh. Ugh. Betas.
âHey,â Sukuna said after clearing his throat.Â
âHey! Ume said you were working on a car? You didn't have to stop to talk.âÂ
âYeah, well.â Sukuna shrugged to himself and kicked a scrapped car part, sending it skittering across the ground and clanking into other parts. Jesus, when did his shop get so messy? âNeeded a break anyway.âÂ
âAh. You work too hard, you need to take breaks more often,â you laughed sweetly. âSo, listen, Touma's birthday's coming upââ
âShit, seriously?â Sukuna grinned and kicked another chopped part. âFuck. How old's the little shit turning?âÂ
âTwo! He's growing up so fast, I wish I could slow down time andââ you paused and laughed, suddenly sounding unsure and a bit nervous. âSorry, sorry, was about to go on a tangent. Anyway, there is a little get-together, but you don't have to come. Satoru and Toji'll be there. But your brother and his son'll be there, too, so it won't suck completely.
âOtherwise, if you want to come see him earlier or something, that's fine, andâand you're not cutting me off and I didn't think I'd get this far so I'm losing the plot.âÂ
Sukuna huffed. âWhat, you don't want me to fuckinâ listen, huh?âÂ
âI know you will since I have such a pretty voice, but I'm surprised you're being a good boy for once.âÂ
The mechanic rolled his eyes and rubbed his face. Who knows if it was to wipe away embarrassment or fatigue.Â
âYouâre exhausting.âÂ
âAnd youâre a dick.â There was a special brand of teasing bitterness behind those words, but the vibes were balanced perfectly; seemed you were still cranky about what he said, but you were willing to let it slide.
Sukuna chuckled, relaxing the slightest bit. âAlright. I don't know what the fuck kids like at that age, but I'll figure somethinâ out. I can at least show up Jin.âÂ
âWow.âÂ
âText me time and place. I'll be there.â After a moment, he added, âIâll bring some plum wine. Fancy shit.â
The hidden rumble of a purr snuck its way out from your side, and Sukuna did everything he could to suppress his alpha's reciprocation.
âSounds good. See you then, Sukuna.â
Toji answered the door.Â
âHah. Why the hell are you here?â The fuckhead ex-Zenin asked with a stupid, shitty smirk on his dumbass face.Â
Sukuna strained not to throw the first punch. He really shouldn't murder someone at his--your son's birthday party. Murder is bad. Murder is bad.Â
âFuck you.â Hey, at least it wasn't murder. ââM here for my fucking kid.âÂ
Toji crossed his arms and suddenly looked beyond bored as he leaned against the doorframe.Â
âYour kid? You mean (Name)âs kid?â He wondered, putting on a show of thinking. âWeird.â
âYou're one to talk. You forgetting what you did to your own brat? You fuckinâ--â
âSukuna!â Your sweet voice called, instantly changing the atmosphere. âGlad you came. Do youâoi, Toji, move, stop bodyguarding. You're not a bouncer.â
âEh?â Toji stayed in his spot as you smacked at his arm and tried to push him away. âI'm just standing here. Not bodyguarding. Minding my business.âÂ
âYouâre so full of shit.â You wheezed and squeaked as the man suddenly gave way, nearly making you crash into him and plummet to the floor. But you caught yourself and hissed at the dark-haired menace until he whistled innocently and waltzed away.Â
âFucking--whyâs he here again?â Sukuna grumbled as you let him in. He leaned down to nose at your cheek with a grumpy, quiet grunt--typical greeting procedures for an interested individual or bonded pair. But the way you choked on whatever you were about to say meant he must've caught you off guard.Â
âHe's uhâwe work together. We've worked together? He was the stunt coordinator for some movies I've been in.â You cleared your throat and took the present bag from Sukuna to place with the others. âAnd I babysit Gumi sometimes.âÂ
âGumi? What the fuck is a Gumi?âÂ
âMegumi? His son?â Oh. Oh. âI babysit Yuuji too, so. Thick as thieves, y'know?âÂ
Sukuna nodded a little, thinking hard on the lore. He liked that Yuuji was taken care of by you, but surely that wretched Gumi could go somewhere else. Toji was probably just leeching off of you.Â
âOi, Momma, get in here,â Toji crowed from wherever all the baby giggles and excitement bubbled from in the house. âYour boys need some maternal guidanceââÂ
âToji, don't make it weird!â Jin whisper-yelled before going on a long-winded rant about this and that, about proper behaviour and attitudes in front of children (not that the kids were paying attention to anything Toji did).Â
You gave Sukuna a tired smile. âCome on. It wonât be that bad, I promise.â
Sukuna sighed, but let you drag him to his demise, bottle of wine in-hand.
But it wasnât that bad. Not really.Â
Your other boys, Gojo Satoru and Getou Suguru, showed up and showered tiny Touma with way too much praise and far too many gifts, but the little shit looked so pleased that Sukuna couldnât get too annoyed. Shoko and Uraume came by, too, much to Sukunaâs surprise. Uraume brought with them a whole fucking confectionary cake theyâd crafted themselves at home. Gojo obsessed over it and Getou tried to reign him in to no avail.Â
And the night went on. No one talked shit, not unless it was in good fun, no one got fucking hammered, no one talked about workâit was all about the kids. Nothing else. No one else.Â
Sukuna could never guess just how far that truth went.
When everyone left for the night, the alpha could start to see the edges of your smile fraying. But you held on, thanking everyone for the gifts and for showing up for Touma, and especially thanking Jin for offering to let all the little ones spend the night at his place (you and Toji would forever be in his debt).Â
Then, when the door closed and all fell silent, he heard you cry.Â
Sukuna didn't know what to do about people crying. He never had. Even when he was a kid, he had a hard time trying to comfort people with hugs and words of reassuranceâhe just couldn't do it.Â
âIt's okay,â he heard you whisper. âIt's okay. It's okay. You're okay. It's okay. I'm okay.âÂ
Sukuna got up and leaned against the doorway to the kitchen. âSure about that?â
You jumped and clasped a hand over your mouth to stifle your scream. Sukuna barked out an ugly, reedy laugh while he defended himself from your petty smacks and pinches.Â
âYou scared the fuck out of meâwhy're you still even here? Go home! Shoo!â You wiped your eyes once you were done harassing him and turned away, busying yourself with cleaning up dishes and wrapping paper left in the aftermath.Â
Sukuna followed you idly, a shit-eating grin still plastered on his face. What could he say? He loved seeing you get all petty and riled up. But he didn't love seeing you cry. He didn't love seeing you try to stealthily wipe tears away, to try and steady your shaky breathing.Â
âWhatâs going on with you, babe?â Sukuna asked as he settled beside you at the sink.Â
âIt's nothing,â you said with a snuffle. âIt's seriously nothing. Sorry, I--you don't need to stay. Or anything.â You sighed and rubbed at your eyes with your sleeve. âYou've done your fatherly duties. You're free to leave.âÂ
âYeah? âN what about my baby daddy duties?â He wondered, voice so horribly low and comforting, like the buzzing crackle of a campfire.Â
You laughed, watery and shaky. âYou already did everything you needed to, Sukuna.âÂ
âCome on, don't cockblock me like that.â He gently tilted your Chin his way to catch your eyes just like he had back at the shop all those months ago. âLook at me.âÂ
You did. Your eyes were red and irritated, whatever pretty boy make up you wore was wiped off and smudged, and those heavy, dark bags met the light in front of someone else for the first time in a long time.Â
You still had the gall to laugh it off and pull Sukuna's hand from your face with a small, âI'm fine,â though.Â
âThen why the hell are you crying?â He asked.Â
You squeezed his hand with both of yours. âThings are justâŠhard. Overwhelming.â
Sukuna nodded a bit. âThat why Jin took the runts tonight?âÂ
âYeah. Needed some time, I guess.â You snuffled and wiped your face with both hands before finishing up with cleaning. âMakes me sound like a shit parent, I know.âÂ
Sukuna couldnât disagree more. âLeast you're not flipping out on the kid. That'd be way shittier, yeah?âÂ
âI don't know. I guess, butâyeah. I don't know.âÂ
Sukuna sighed and scooped you up like a new bride. âYou're driving me fucking mental.â
âSukunaâ!â
âQuiet.â Your omega indeed piped down at the grouchy command, and you shyly let the man carry you up the steps to find your bedroom. âYou're getting some damn rest. You look like shit.âÂ
You grumbled something Sukuna elected to ignore in favour of tossing you onto a bed the way one might lob a stone into a pond. You landed with a warbled squawk and looked at Sukuna with horribly accusatory, baffled eyes.Â
Sukuna quirked a brow as he looked down on you, gladly using his broad build and tall stature to secure your submission. And it worked; the aggravated spark in your eyes curled up and fell silent after a few long seconds. Your head lowered just the slightest bit, too, but your passive gaze remained stuck on him, waiting for his next move.Â
âFine,â you grumbled.Â
Sukuna raised his brows and eased onto the bed, caging you underneath him with his solid frame. Your scent flickered with shy playfulness, and Sukuna relished in it.Â
âHow do I know you're gonna obey, omega?âÂ
âI guess you don't. Not for certain,â you admitted begrudgingly.Â
âTch. Someone's gotta keep you accountable then, huh?â He nosed at your neck, nearly letting his lips touch your neck but refusing to do so in the same instance. âMake sure you're doing the right thing, make sure you're behaving.âÂ
One of his hands squeezed at your soft thigh before inching up little by little. Your hands found themselves in his hair as he teased at your joggersâ waistband, pulling the elastic taut before letting it go.Â
âSukuna,â you laughed, sounding a little breathless. âI, uhâI thought you saidââ
âChanged my mind.â
âButââ
âForget what I said and let me make you cum on my fingers, brat.âÂ
Oh. Well, hard to argue against that.Â
You swallowed but gave a meek nod. He ripped your bottoms off and felt up your blazing skin with rough, calloused hands, groping and grabbing in the same spots he liked back when you were hooking up: your thighs, your hip bones, the squish of your stomach. As much as the man harped on about not wanting âdamaged goods,â he sure worshiped your body like it was brand new, untouched.Â
Sukuna brought his fingers to your mouth, and you took them with utmost compliance. Your tongue worked against his digits thoughtfully and thoroughly for your own sakeâa lack of starter lube wouldn't end well, after all. And Sukuna was not the most patient man in the sack.
âSee?â Sukuna crowed into your ear as his hand traveled south and a finger sunk into you. âIt's not so bad to just behave, now is it?âÂ
You already felt like you were about to explode, and Sukuna savoured It. He liked being the one to do this to youâthe only one for a while, considering how tight and sensitive you were. Any little push or prod inside you brought sweet sighs and soft moans to the surfaceâand a second and third finger had your hips bucking and your nails digging into his shoulder and back as he finger-fucked you to oblivion while still caging you in.Â
âGood omega,â he cooed. âGonna cum already, huh? Tch, you shoulda said no oneâs been taking care of you; I wouldâve taken my parental responsibilities more seriously.â His lips and teeth landed on your neck, as you curled up into him, body tensing, heels digging into the mattress, panting and gasping getting louder and faster. The sound made his pants strain even more.Â
âFuck, you smell fucking good. Better than when I fucked you the first time.âÂ
âI-I forgot you talked so much in bed,â you managed out. âCould you justâshut up?â
Sukuna growled, and you whined. âYou want me to shut up, huh? You wanna listen to your slick fucking hole getting spread open, plowed into? You miss me that much, omega?â
âNo.â You hissed and clung to his upper arm as he somehow managed to take it up a notch, slipping his fourth finger in and spreading you obscenely wide.Â
âI think you did. Think you were hopinâ Iâd come around, plow you into the bed again, stuff you full like no one else can.âÂ
âSukunaââ
âIâll fill this hole up all you want, babyâIâll even stuff another pup in you. Twins. You want that, huh? You gonna be my omega from now on? Creaming on my cock ân fingers the way you shoulda been the day you walked your perfect, little ass into my life?âÂ
âShut up, shut up, shut upââ you choked on a gasp and bit into his shoulder, soaking his shirt with drool and shuddered mewls while your body tightened and ecstasy hit like the weight of Sukunaâs wordsâbrutal, fast, honest.Â
Sukuna moaned in sympathy, ignoring the way his hand and arm cramped and ached to keep pistoning into you and draw out your high. He couldn't help itâsomething about you drove him mad in that moment. It could have been how you made his ego swell, it might've been the way his greed needed your slick staining his and only his skin, perhaps it could have been a quiet yearning coming from his lonely, hollow alpha. He didn't know. But he didn't question it.Â
Your body started to relax with the death grip you had on his shoulder as you came down from the sudden, electric high. Your hips still jolted with every slow, lazy push into your soft hole, though a haze of purring and cooing filled the spot where gasps and moans once did. Eventually, you melted off of him and collapsed onto your back, looking as content as a cat lounging in the sun.Â
âOi, oi, you're not done yet, sweetheart.â But if you said you were done, he might've listened. Just that once.Â
You hummed something as you looked up at him, eyes doey and so egregiously lovey-dovey.Â
âThat's a nice face. Make sure you save it just for me,â Sukuna gently commanded, and you laughed.Â
âDemanding. I thought you didn't like used goods.âÂ
Sukuna scowled. âShut up.â His free hand traced the stripes of stretched skin left in the wake of bearing his baby boy. âI like âem when they're used by me.â
âDoes that really make them âused goods,â then?â You murmured as if speaking logic too loud would break Sukuna's entranced obsession of you.Â
But maybe, maybe, you had a point.Â
âGuess I'll have to think on that.â His fingers slipped out of you and he gave you a wet slap on the ass to wake you up. Your subsequent squeak sure as hell woke Sukuna up.Â
âOw. Gross.âÂ
âI'm not finished with you, brat. Don't get too fuckinâ content, yeah?â He smirked when you glanced at his crotch expectantly. âYou want me to fuck you?â
âPlease.â
Sukuna sighed and settled between your legs as he futzed with his belt and button. âCould put up a bit of a fight.âÂ
âToo tired.â You yawned and stretched with a pleased sigh. âNo will to argue.âÂ
The alpha leaned down to bite at your knee, and you pulled your legs together to avoid his chunky, rude fangs. You knew he'd delight in making you bleed or leaving dark bruises. He was the worst.Â
âStill got a little fight left in ya,â Sukuna said with a grin. âLet's see how much more we can find, hm?â
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