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#my art#digital art#goth#horror#astral plane#artists on tumblr#nightmare#devious imp#impish#impish nature#red eyes#midnight ocean dunes
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started playing scarlet again last night so now im thinking abt my silly scarvi gijinka au
#Rach is a fletchinder (impish; hates to lose) Chloe is a floatzel (hasty; likes to thrash about)#and Max is an eevee (bashful; highly persistent)#yes i've thought about it hard enough to pick natures and characteristics. also Rach is a shiny. god's favorite 1/4000 fire bird <3#also technically this is a Seconds Before Disaster image. Rach can't quite fly yet but that sure doesn't stop her from trying#R&C are doubles partners and Max takes pics of them during bouts <3 and also has a bag full of potions & berries & bandages just in case#Max fights only occasionally but she does eventually evo into umbreon via some gay polycule nonsense while they're stargazing#okay that's all sjgfksjfgs sorry thanks for coming to my tedtalk#nova scribbles
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someone shared that mystery dungeon wheel and i got a deino first and a hoppip as a partner- it was to good to not make a little story out of
little sketch! under the cut is a little blurb about them and what happens (pasted directly from discord) (be warned there is some... stereotyping.)
So! Normal mystery dungeon stuff- human transported and made into a pokemon. But they are very much so child. So they are grouped up together with a bunch of younger pokemon that are⊠a bit more unruly than most others (something something they are a dark/dragon/ ghost types and those are generally more possessive and play tricks as a part of their nature. Itâs not meant to be anything malicious- but it does make the pokemon in that group⊠unhappy. Once they learn why they were pushed away) Thing is, deino doesnât really act like they âshouldâ. They arenât gullible, necessarily , but they are surrounded by a group of tricksters and are angry with their treatment and deino is the easiest to take it out in, unfortunately
Then comes in hoppip! A very squishy, weak and overall not particularly well respected âmon. And they know this. They are. painfully aware that any adventure group might not accept them just because they arenât known for being weak (this is not entirely true- itâs based a lot on merit but⊠once youâve been âtaughtâ somethingâŠ) So they are pretty bitter. They want to show up everyone- prove that they arenât weak. Best way to do that is challenge the Problem group right? Unfortunately for deino, hoppip runs into them first. Hoppip⊠doesnât wipe the floor with them, necessarily, but itâs pretty obvious that there is a huge skill gap. Now, see, as tough as hoppip wants to be, just beating up someone like that felt⊠really bad. Actually. And when they look into everything else thatâs going on with deino,,? Well. Not they need to do something about all this. Deino is strong! They cannot understand why they wouldnât show that strength. So they decide to kinda⊠train? Deino.
This is where thier friendship starts. Deino is verrrry impressed with hoppip, and hoppip is Really not used to being praised for their strength so much. Deino also isnât used to someone being (mostly) genuine with them. So itâs a little awkward at first and there are some misunderstandings, but eventually deino becomes more confident about speaking up and fighting back when needed, and hoppip find that⊠well. Maybe working to earn everyoneâs respect all the time isnât worth it. Maybe they just need a few people that actually know them.
Hoppip does actually get a pretty terrifying rep- donât talk bad about deino or you Will get beat up.
#ray's art#ray rambles#deino and hoppip#idk if ill expand on this much more#but its there!#deino's nature is impish btw#and hoppip is the most gimmicky mon known to arceus#deino might evolve but hoppip never will#...i dont know much about mystery dungeon games#for the record
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Scarlet and Violet comparison post of the day: me evolving a Mudbray into a Mudsdale about a minute after catching it
And also getting them to Level 100 a bit later (I somehow ended up with 10 Rare Candies in Scarlet when by that point I only needed 1)
Bonus: Scarletâs Tera type has finally been changed to Psychic
Bonus bonus: every ace, non-native Fire Knight and evil (second) Box Legend I used in a Tera Raid battle today
In order: Knight in Violet, Lucifer in Violet, Scarlet in Violet, Cherry in Violet (same raid as Scarlet itâs just unlike Violet, Scarlet hasnât reached level 100 yet so she struggled and I gave up and remembered I have Cherry and could use it instead), Char in Violet, Spriggie in Violet (all my Violet aces got a turn today), Medusa in Scarlet, Char in Scarlet (sadly no Quax, Luna, Blueberry or Violet to match their Violet counterparts)
Bonus bonus bonus (since I havenât exactly made it subtle PokĂ© Portal News wasnât up-to-date when I took on those raid battles): I got Finizen the Kindhearted
(Scarletâs first this time because I decided to prioritise getting Scarlet!Mudsdale to Level 100 over participating in last weekâs Mass Outbreak event in Violet)
Oh yeah random point: Scarlet!Mudsdale ha the Uncommon Mark. So do two of the Finizen I caught in Scarlet before getting Finizen the Kindhearted. Luckily it was a lot easier in Violet
#mudsdale#mudbray#iron leaves#walking wake#(itâs in one screenshot)#armarouge#iron valiant#miraidon#ceruledge#meowscarada#koraidon#finizen#because making multiple posts wasnât good enough#pokĂ©mon violet#pokĂ©mon scarlet#pokĂ©mon#I have updated PokĂ© Portal News in Violet now btw#I meant to in Scarlet before switching to Violet for the Finizen stuff but I forgot#I may end up including Violet with my Scarlet aces and Scarlet with my Violet aces#it would mean that Scarletâs my only ace to have had her Tera type changed#and Scarlet and Blueberry are my only aces to share a nature (theyïżœïżœïżœre both gentle. Violet is impish)
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been very into the :âą) emoticon lately..
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"Aklove won't know what him in his pretty face this time~."
#ic: kerri aschwald#verse: pokemon (unbound)#ooc: decided to do a true insane randomizer for funsies#and arceus was just chilling in the ice cave#luckily my starter was arbok so i had glare handy to status it#managed to roll decent natures on it too#2 impish 1 timid 1 adamant 1 neutral#haven't checked the 6th's nature yet#it'll be the first thing i ev train once i get the stat scanner lol
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I will say
Going through Ishgard with Midgardsormer out is very funny
Thereâs some mention of something horrific the Dravanian horde has done and heâs just pertched on my shoulder all
#i only have the jester version of this saved on my phone#as befits my jovial and impish nature okay
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Now @ shouxin13141 on twitter!
Chinese artist Shou Xin creates the most wonderful cats with just a few pencil lines
#aaaaaaaaaa#this is so good#inspiration#They understand cats and their impish nature#love it#cats#good lines#godly lines
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⧠âșËł cw. fem! reader, husband nanami, unprotected, whiny nanami, using a vibrator on him, praise, nıpple play, mdni.
âgo ahead m- my love but, thatâs kind of . . kinky,â nanami sheepishly huffs, slouching further back against the fluffed pillows that rests on the mattress. with pretty umber eyes boring into you, heâs giving your nude body occasional three second glances before he stares between your legsâyouâre a mere tease, hovering over his leaky cock. just a few seconds ago, you were riding him and now, you abruptly stopped with a cute impish look curling against your lips. âa vibrator on..me?â
leaning in, you press a wet kiss into the pulled out blue collar of his business shirt he wore. ruffled and crinkled, you smell near the edge of the fabric, intaking a long whiff of his cologne before humming. âjusâ hold my hand, âken,â and he feels his heart race at your sweet words. nanamiâs legs sprawl themselves further apart before he grabs onto your hip. another hand finds its way to yours, interlocking his slender fingers within your own. the inside of his open palm was warm and his breath hectically shakes once he hears the faint âpopâ sound of you switching the toy on. âthaaatâs it kento, just relax.â
âf- fuck,â nanamiâs jaw tightens almost immediately once the rubber head of the vibrator skims its way onto his tip. youâre real slow, pacing your movements but he was already near the inevitable carnal edge. nanami lets off a throaty groan, gradually tossing his head back and his adamâs apple bobs in rapture. as youâre cowering over his lap, you use a free hand to swipe a few blond strands of hair way from his face. so pretty. nanamiâs trying to maintain his neutral stoic expression but he ends up shivering right away instead. his sounds were so pleasing to the ear. gruffly low moans came from himâheâs moaning out your name again and again like a broken record whilst briefly teetering his weight underneath you. the jittering toy rubs all over his swollen tip before his abs clench underneath his shirt. âhoney, youâre killing me here,â and his bottom lip quivers before he stares at your teasingly jerking body. âlet me touch you at least, please.â
amused, you hum at how needy he was.
how desperate he was to touch you more, brushing his fingers inside of the cave of your warm just wasnât enough. he wanted more.
the toy was on the lowest levelâyet, it felt like it was at its highest point. nanamiâs pathetically twitching and spiraling underneath you, and youâre not making it any better by leisurely dragging your sopping cunt against the toy and his tip at the same time. ângh, kento you feel so good, baby,â you feel a tugging coil within your stomach practically snap. nanamiâs cock stood tall, rosĂ©-colored with his cockhead glistening with pre-cum. itâs pretty, his balls were all full and a few achy veins prod through his skin at the toe-curling friction.
as the seconds pass, the tumultuous screams of the vibrator only grow louder. nanamiâs thigh starts to bounce before his mouth pries open. âaw, âs okay, kento. doing so good.â
âhoney, donât âawâ me,â he groans, and you canât help but giggle at his brief sass. it later turns into a long drawn out moan because he can barely hold his head up anymore. nanamiâs entire body feels hot - too hot. with your body so close up to him, heâs burning up, with the help of the toy also. he swallows thickly, failing to get that lump thatâs trapped in the far back part of his throat.
your teasing had his blond arched brows curling up in obscene frustrationâhe even made an attempt at feeling down body but you grab his wrist. a small pout twists against his spit-glossed lips before he grumps. âhow are y- you gonna deny me whatâs mine?â
you kiss near his chiseled chin, feeling his naturally crooked lips curl from your tender touch. he wants you so bad.
âbe patient, baby,â you murmur, hot breath ghosting against his skin. youâre so close that you feel the brief tickle of minuscule hairs that grow underneath his bottom lip. nanami grunts, the vibrations of the toy making him moan. but not only does it make him moan, it makes him whine.
the second you flip the switch to turn it on the second level, nanami loses it. heâs an entire drooling mess underneath you as itâs grazing against his tip. youâre holding the toy with one hand, softly moving it back and forth against his swollen head and poking at his peeling frenulum. his entire cock felt the teeth-shattering convulsions and they feel like straight electricity.
âpleaseplease,â he whimpers out, entirely a abandoning his bland façade. this was a new nanami. you donât think youâve ever heard him beg before, let alone hear him whine. his voice was so sweet despite the creeping rasp that bellows from his words. his hair was a mess, nanamiâs sweating pinballs as heâs jostling underneath you. his pretty pink lips get gnawed at by his teeth before they start to quiver. âlet me touch you, i wanna touch my wife. fuck, jusâ wanna touch you. feel you everywhere, please.â
and as heâs rambling with compressed eyebrows and a needy pout, you lean your head down, pressing yourself right up against his beefy pecs. tears of sweat race down his perfectly sculptured body, although you can spot a bit of a rounded tummy on nanami.
itâs cute. just the way his presentable blond happy trail roams further down toward his decorated pubes, you found yourself staring a lot longer than you intended. âyou wanna touch me?â you sweetly coo, swaying the toy back and forth in a circular motion with your entire wrist, feeling his shaking only intensify. he could hear his unsteady pulses from his heart beat through his earsâand oh, heâs never felt so sensitive.
his response was a desperate nodânanami groans lowly, an almost growl as his lips part. strained breaths snatch from his lungs before his eyes meet yours. as he stares at you intently, he swears heâd fallen in love with you all over again.
nanami was a simple man. a simple pussy whipped man.
âgo âhead, touch me,â you purr, and he doesnât expect for you to press your lips right up against his pecs - only to then slide your head up his shirt, putting your lips against his neglected perky nipples. as you suck, he doesnât waste any time, allowing his broad big hands to roam all over your body, savoring your soft skin colliding with the insides of his palms.
nanami then whines again, the current stimulation making him an entire mess and leaving him speechless. with the way heâs sounding because of your tongue salaciously flicking near his sensitive nub, you could barely recognize him from his tone. the warm tip of your tongue gingerly rolls itself around his nipple while youâre still rubbing the toy over his drooling tip. his head tosses back again before he uses a hand to grab onto the wooden creaking headboard. âfuck, fuck youâre an odd one, sweetheart.â
you hum with his nipple still stuffed in your mouth before throwing the toy aside on the other part of the bed. he hears the soft thud before feeling your welcoming warm cunt slowly sink its way back down onto his cock. nanami groans, his eyes wideningâlips spreading and jaw clenching. âoh m- my,â he eyes trail down at you, and he pulls you closer into his chest. âhoney, youâre so dirty. âm gonna cum.â
and as youâre sucking against his pec, nanami lets off a hoarse groan. heâs halfway in and heâs already shooting inside, various creamy ropes pour into you all at once and you hear the familiar squelch. itâs abrupt and so quick it gives him whiplash. his body feels like itâs all on fireâhe chews the inside of his cheek before heâs just left stunned with his mouth dangling open. âmmf,â you feel a few viscid strands of saliva dribble from the corners your mouth, and he feels his cock twitch at the sight.
nanami grunts, everything feeling like an indescribable blur. his body including his weighty shaft thatâs partially buried inside of you was limp. this candied fervor heâs feelingâhe never wanted it to go away. one of his hands cling to your waist, piercing his padded callused thumbs into your soft skin. âugh, told you,â he grouses, feverish balmy spurts of cum still oozing its way inside. itâs velvety, you feel wads of it spill inside before spilling right back out, painting down the edges of your thighs with ivory white. nanamiâs breath was still shaky as youâre playfully jerking forward, barely moving a muscle but to him, it feels like youâre riding him. ây- you always make a mess out of me.â
âgood boy, kento.â you remove his pec from your mouth, getting from under his shirt and you cup his faceâonly to pepper a few sprinkle of gentle kisses near his cute buttoned nose.
his lip quivers at your praise and he almost always gets off from it - your praise. your praise to him was technically dirty talk. as heâs slumped underneath you, all submissive and broken, nanami has the most pussy drunken grin.
âi- i wanna get you pregnant again, sweetheart. wanna make you a pretty mommy again. please, god i need more. more of you.â
#â
vegasbaby.#nanami smut#nanami x reader#nanami x y/n#nanami x you#nanami kento#kento nanami x reader#nanami kento smut#nanami kento x reader#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x reader smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujustsu kaisen x reader#anime smut#female reader#jjk imagines#jjk drabbles#x reader
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lately i've been more intrested in the more thecnical side of pokemon, and i've currently started a pokemon diamond run that is a pokemon oak challenge (catch and evolve every pokemon possible before each and every badge on one copy of the game) that has the cute charm glitch active (some trainer id and secret id combo makes it so that if you lead with a pokemon with cute charm, there is a much higher chance to find shiny pokemon) and i've just been thinking on how weird it is that some people if they lead with a few specific pokemon will cause the world around them to change like that
#my thoughts dabbles in unreality horror and some kind of eldritch nature of the glitch in a way#like the way the glitch work is (from my understanding)#when cute charm procs and causes a gender switch for the encounter which in a way#that if it has a certain nature and changes gender it will be shiny#like with my side if i lead with a male pokemon with cute charm if the pokemon i want has eitehr#impish lax timid hasty serious jolly naive or modest#and used to be male but cute charm proc'd#it'll be shiny#at least that's my understanding#anyway imagine how fucked up that the presence of someone with a jigglypuff that have a pretty smile#causes the world around to change in such a way#transing gender and causes pigmentation to change#how fucked up is that
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one of these nights | logan howlett
pairing: old man!logan x afab!reader
AN: just a little drabble while i work on an ask! i canât stop thinking about lazy evenings with old!man logan. he loves to rough up his girl, whether she likes it or not <3
content/tags: NSFW, minors DNI (18+ only!), suggestive content, hair pulling, teasing, old man!logan, age gap (reader is in their 20âs) kinda dom/sub vibes if you squint, daddy kink, assplay (spanking, but gently), pet names (princess, darling, sugar, etc.), dirty talk, mark leaving (hickeys)
youâre sprawled out on the couch, cozy with your head rested on his lap. heâs seated, reading a book, elbow propped up against the armrest, prescription glasses slowly drooping down his nose bridge.
with his free hand, heâs playing with your hair, ruffling it up the same way you do with his. his fingers intertwine lazily with your hair, twisting at the strands that frame your face
âcâmon logan!â you whine, pushing his hands away playfully, âi just curled my hair, wanted to look nice for youâ, you quipped, emphasizing the last word by nuzzling your face deeper into the plush of his thighs in frustration.
âdonât worry,â he coos, letting out a deep chuckle. you enjoy the way his chest vibrates against you, a wistful sign of his affection; a small tell that only you can decipher.
âyou look absolutely pretty this way, doll,â he lulls, folding the corner on the page of his book, placing it on the nightstand.
his firm hands move to the curve of your waist, slowly creeping their way downwards. you grunt in response, your impish way of saying as if!
he pats the flesh of your ass with a rhythmâgentle and slow, the same way youâd pat a babyâs back to help them fall asleep. it was soothing, calming, it kept you grounded.
you loved being pampered by logan. it never mattered to him if he was busy reading, working late in his study. he always made time for you.
he played with the hem of your skirt, tugging ever so slightlyâteasing you back. he knew of your intentions, knew how needy you were the second you laid down next to him.
he gives you one last gentle smack on the ass, serving as a punctuation of some sort. âcâmere darling,â he murmurs, his tone low and sultry with the natural timbre of his voice.
you slowly crawl your way into his lap, gently slotting yourself between his thighs, his thick muscles now caging you in.
logan was an absolute sightâ tired, disheveled, tie half way loosened. despite his age, he filled out his button-up shirt quite well, his muscles barely contained by the cotton.
âyou really think i look pretty like this?â you ask innocently, tilting your head to the side. your hair still a tangled mess from his absentminded fiddling.
ââcourse you do, doll,â he responds with no hesitation, placing wet kisses along your neck, his salt-and-pepper beard tickling the sensitive skin.
his hands run along your sides, slipping them underneath your nightgown. you moan at the way his cold hands work at your sensitive nubs, graciously molding your mounds.
he playfully tugs at them, and you let out a little his. the corner of his mouth curls, a tight smirk now forming across his face.
âneed to ruin you, sugarâ, he groans against you, now planting kisses against your collarbone, sucking ever-so slightly to leave those purple bruises you both desired.
âfuckinâ need to make a mess outta you,â he drones on, intoxicated by the way you react to his touch; a simple whimper or small whine that escaped your lips made his cock twitch.
he grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging slightly to make sure your eyes meet his. his stern gaze meets your lust blown pupils, and she shakes his head in dismay.
ânow let your daddy rough you up a lilâ bit more, princessâŠâ
#logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#wolverine#wolverine x reader#deadpool and wolverine#dilf logan save me⊠save me dilf logan#wolverine x you#deadpool 3#logan howlett smut#drabble#wolverine smut#logan x reader#logan howlett x you#wolverine imagine#logan howlett xmen#logan howlett imagine#logan howlett fluff#hugh jackman#old man!logan#old man logan#the wolverine#xmen#x men movies#x reader#imagine#logan smut#one shot#i need that old man asap!!
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passenger princess / ln4
established relationship lando norris x fem!reader
no use of y/n, as always.
in which the weekend takes a twist, and all you want is a baby.
prompt⯠hi! first of all, i absolutely ADORE your writing. iâve been reading all of your stuff for the past few days!! second, i was scrolling on pinterest and i rediscovered the lando daddy bracelet pic. that combined with THE dutch gp pic made me be down even worse for him. with that i request a fic with an established reader x lando relationship. thatâs set during the weekend of the 2024 dutch gp. where he wears the bracelet over the course of the weekend and it gets you(? or me? idk how to phrase that) really worked up, and after he wins they fuck while heâs still wearing it. and itâs like the most rough feral sex known to mankind. but at the end you want him to come in you and heâs like âoh you wanna make me a daddyâ. like yes it is a slight breeding kink but itâs more of the idea of the bracelet and how he definitely knew what he was doing when he wore it (in the fic and irl too tbh). thatâs the general idea but feel free to put your own spin on it!! i am incredibly down bad for him and that photo did something to me. ty đ€đ§Ą
a/n ⯠yeah tbh i got no excuse for this one chat...like...how could i not resist a breeding kink...i know y'all want it too. but for real--- thank you anon for being patient. i had a lot of fun writing this in between doing work. writing is an escape for me. thank you to all for the continued support, and i'll be continuing to get through asks as time moves along. comment below to be added to my taglist, or comment in general! i love replying to all of them as much as i can.
warnings ⯠SMUT 18+++!!! minors DNI!!!, language, choking, p in v sex (wrap before you tap!), fingering!(f)receiving, breeding kink, impregnation, teasing, possessiveness, jealousy, creampie, begging, mating press-- allat shit tbh. if i miss a warning, let me know.
wc ⯠8.5k (unedited.)
things had begun to be different between you and lando. you couldnât pinpoint the exact moment when the gears shifted, the stars aligned, though you only cared how good it made you feel with him.
but he knew. he knew exactly when.
youâd been dating lando for two years now. it was two years of pure blissâ the exciting lifestyle that youâve craved, the love and care, the passion that you shared with him was exquisitely yours. he is yours. and you are his.
that morning in the paddock he was speaking to max, chattering about the post collision from hungaroring. they seemed to make up in due time, finding it easier to call one another âbrotherâsâ again, despite the damages done to their cars and the media in an uproar about their impish, punitive behaviors. you didnât spare any glance towards the comments made about it, knowing that lando had been in a rough shape that weekend.
you played with penelope, p, as they were talking, squatted on the ground with colored pens in your hand. kelly loomed behind, on her phone, thankful enough that you could occupy her for the time being. you had no issue entertaining her. you loved being around childrenâŠmost of the time.
âthis one?â you held out the red pen for p, as she was pointing to with a bashful look. she was shyâ especially around you, given your ethereal, wanderlust nature. you carried yourself in such an elegant way that could facilitate a ray of sunlight through the most tepid storms.
she nodded and you handed it to her. she latched her smaller hand around it, coloring in the rb20 from her sketchbook. your hand fell beneath your chin as you watched her carefully color inside the lines, dreading falling out of it. you smiled as she did, the dress you wore crinkling fashionably around your thighs.
p flashed the page at you nervously, awaiting her input. your eyes glowed, sparkles falling onto the page as you scanned it. she really did do a good job.
âbeautiful, p!â you commented, your palm splaying over her upper back. âyouâre really good at this, you know?â
a shade of red filled her cheeks, warming her skin. you hadnât meant to embarrass her, nor make her nervous.
âdo you want to color one with me?â you asked her, pointing to the pages in the book. she hesitated for a moment, as if she didnât hear you properly, but ended up nodding with the same excitement that she did when sheâd see max on the podium. âyou pick. somethingâŠpretty.â
the gears were turning in her head as she flipped through the pages, trying to find the perfect one for you and her to work on. you, on the other hand, were focused on how her brows scrunched together as she furiously searched through her booklet. it was cute the way she perceived things. she was a cutie. it made you think about your own future, what you wanted.
what you wanted,
your eyes drifted from the carpeted floors inside the hospitality room, to the shoes that he wore, and up his black jeans to the papaya livery he sported for the day. you lingered on the expanse of his chest, the tan skin peaking through the v-neck of his unbuttoned collar. your mouth watered instinctively, thinking about how lucky you were to have a man like lando love you so deeply.
as you glanced further up towards his chin, the unshaved rigid surface that sparked electricity over your body, you found him already looking down at you. he wasnât even paying attention to max at this point, already giving you all of his attention and you didnât even need to ask.
you gave him a smile, covering your lips afterward to stifle your giggle, and turned back to p once she tapped you that sheâd found a picture for the two of you to color.
âmate?â
lando was lost in a daze staring at you. gawking at your figure, the dress you decided to wear. it was a denim colored sheath that youâd twin with alexandra with. sheâd wear the gia dress in a pomegranate hue, whereas you took the navy.
landoâs hand was cupped against his chin, rubbing over his stubble, keen on watching how you interacted with p.
your relationship had progressed further than heâs ever gotten to before in his life. he was at a point where he knew he didnât want anyone else, to explore someone elseâs body the way he did yours. he knew you, inside and out, and he didnât think another connection was even fathomable.
you appeared to be so gentle with her, taking the time to listen to what she wanted you to do, how to color, maneuver the pens. there would be no outside the line coloring on her watch, that was for sure.
he found himself smiling bright.
do you want kids?
he knew that he did. he always knew that. but heâd never broach the subject to you directly. your relationship with him was secure, but was it eligible to be taken to the next level? would you be frightened by his sudden urge to create a life with you? a product of him, and the most beautiful woman heâs ever seen?
âyeah? sorry.â lando looked back towards max. but it was too late, and max was looking over his shoulder towards you and p.
when he looked back towards lando, he threw his hands up in defense. max rolled his eyes. âdonât know why you havenât proposed to her yet. whatâre you waiting for?â
lando bristled. he waited a moment to answer, wondering the same fucking thing. what was he waiting on? the perfect time, perhaps. summer break was rapidly approaching, and he certainly had a ring picked out.
the papaya clad driver pulled out his phone and scrolled through his photos, settled on the right one, and handed it to max. the other driver took it, zooming in, not that he needed to.
âwhen?â
lando shrugged. âsummer break. greece, maybe.â
max cheered, slapping his hand over his mouth in shock. âyouâre serious, mate?â lando nodded. max pulled him in for a hug, slapping him over the back. he couldnât be happier for his best friend in this moment, starting to jump up and down. lando settled him down and slid his phone back into his pocket.
âkeep it quiet. i want her to be surprised.â
max made a motion of a lock and key. âsurprised about what?â
lando felt giddy.
you hadnât been paying much attention to what lando nor max were chittering about. youâd been so hyper focused on coloring with p, that you were absent minded of the conversation behind you.
p had picked out a cartoon illustration of max and lando smiling towards the viewer. youâd thought it was an adorable choice, and it showed that p was more aware than what she led on to be. she, of course, started coloring in max. with his neutrally blonde hair, redbull cap, she was fast working.
but then she shoved the book towards you, politely anyways, and pointed at lando, who was yet to be colored in.
âmy turn?â she nodded her head, handing you the orange marker.
you grinned, carefully coloring in the lines of the drawing before p took a deep breath. âare you and lando married?â
the question had you freeze momentarily, taken back by her question. âno, p, weâre not.â
you continued to color, whilst she continued to question. âwhy not?â
âbecause he hasnât asked me.â
âwhy donât you ask him?â
âiâm not sure thatâs what he wants.â
p raised a brow. she looked towards lando and max, giggling together like school girls, then back to you and your focused coloring.
she handed you a brown marker for landoâs curls. âi think you should.â
now it was your turn to be inquisitive, âreally, now?â
she nodded her head without hesitating. âthen youâd be my aunt!â she giggled.
you colored in landoâs curls, carefully, diligently, thinking of how they felt beneath your fingertips. your breath hitched thinking about the thought of him proposing, wondering if he had ever even thought about it. you knew what your answer would be. it wouldnât even take a beat of your heart to give him in answer, if he chose to ask. if he chose you.
with one final stripe of a black marker, your drawing of lando had been finished. you stood up, and so did p.
âare you going to have babies?â
âp!â you gasped, mouth dropping. âthatâs none of your business, young lady.â
she laughed, twirling around. âwhat? thatâs what mama says happens when you love someone.â confident, wasnât she? âdo you love lando?â
âof course i do, p.â
she gasped.
âis there a baby in there right now?!â she seemed concerned, becoming so bold as to touch your stomach. it was a little higher than where your womb sat beneath your skin, but close enough.
you shook your head. âno, honey. i am not having a baby right now.â
she looked disappointed. taking her hand back, she crossed them over her chest.
âpenelope, what are you going on about?â kelly finally chimed in, rubbing pâs back with her hand.
ânothing.â
but it wasnât nothing.
lando appeared behind you, a hand on your lower back. you leaned into him, recognizing his touch, and you got a brief wave of panic wondering if he heard your conversation with p.
âp,â lando said over your shoulder. she looked up. âdo you still have your bracelet making kit?â
she nodded again, though you werenât quite sure what heâd need it for. you guessed youâd find out eventually, because lando uttered, âitâs a secret, sorry baby.â
and he followed p to her small table, pulling out the kit from her backpack. she had taken landoâs hand to guide him, and you watched fondly.
too fondly, you thought, and knew you were in deep shit.
the morning of the dutch grand prix had you biting at the corners of your fingernails with anticipation. the summer break you had spent with lando was more than you could imagineâ filled with delicious foods, sunny weather, morning swims, and of course, the sex. with more free time that lando had, he was utterly obsessed with you. he worshiped the ground you walked on, and it made you feel like more than the queen you deserved to be.
in the paddock you stood, shifting on your feet, anxiously fiddling with your purse once your fingernails sufficed. lily joined at your side, ethereal with her effortless beauty, and she nudged you with her elbow. âyou look nervous,â she gave a short laugh.
you scoffed but joined in on her antics. âdo i?â you certainly did. lily raised her brows to inquire further of your apparent distress.
relenting, you couldnât resist her. there was no reason toâ you were both practically attached at the hip. ever since oscar had been signed to mclaren, the two of you were inseparable. the famous mclaren WAGs.
your relationship with lando had been going on for two years now. sure, youâd had some rocky slopes to climb with the schedule of his career and the development of your own; thatâs the thing about relationships though, isnât it? that no matter what hill youâd have to climb, youâd find one another on the other side. the two of you wanted to make it work, so there was no obsolete universe in which youâd never find each other.
âhe needs this, lils.â you practically sighed, finally gaining the courage to look her in the eye. she looked at you with the same softness that a mother would, or a best friend that you could count on.
âyou know heâll do well.â oh, donât you know it. lando, whilst on vacation, never took a momentâs worth of rest. he wanted this just as much as you did for him, a second career win. it was all that you could think about the moment you stepped off the plane before him in zandvoort. it was going to happen. you had a feeling.
and a good one at that.
qualifying swept by in a flash. the saturday afternoon was a clean sweep for your boyfriend in the front row. you couldnât be more proud of him. when he was finished with his interviews and taking his leave with his half removed fireguard, you launched at him.
flinging your arms around his neck, he gripped onto your waist and thighs like his life depended on it. it did. your nose found the sweat against the column of his neck, inhaling deeply. you melted into him.
lando felt the same. with his forehead burrowing into the hair on your scalp, he let out a deep breath that heâd been holding since he got out of the car.
âmissed my sweet girl,â he breathed, the sweat and perspiration heating the hairs on your head. you sighed softly, relaxing into him as he held you tighter.
you broke away from him, setting yourself on the ground. you stood happily in front of him, rocking on your heels and playing with the hem of the black, sponser-ridden firesuit.
ââm so fucking proud, lan. pole? pole on the first race back?â you were in shellshock, overjoyed disbelief.
he raised a hand to cup your face before heâd be whisked away. the bracelet on his wrist caught your eye, one that he mustâve put on once he stepped out of the car. the friendship letter bracelet read loudly to you, it letters all capitalized.
âdaddyâ
you gripped his hand, observing the ornament. you raised a brow. is this the bracelet he had made with p?
lando let out a short laugh. âlike it?â
you flushed, staring down at the small, dainty thing. it had you shifting on your feet, ideas and fantasies running wild through your pillage of a mind. âmaybe.â you hummed, stroking the beads with your index finger.
âwore it for you.â
the statement had you standing up straight. âreally now?â lando nodded.
and before he was whisked away, he whispered into your ear, âdonât get any ideas, baby. i know that look.â
you were rendered speechless, and by the time you managed to open your mouth, he had already left through the door.
the following day was race day. you were dressed flawlessly, curating perfection with your outfits to match the same prestige that lando had with his fans. also, you enjoyed feeling pretty. looking pretty, as lando would often say to you. he didnât forget this morning either, arriving to the paddock with you in tow, hand wrapped tightly with yours.
as he took selfie after selfie, signed hat after hat, he didnât forget to remind you, âyou look beautiful,â that always brought a smile to your face, a blush fanning your cheeks.
when the two of you made it inside of mclarenâs hospitality, you were greeted by both lily and oscar. you gave her a warming hug, and she returned it with the same affirmation. when you separated, she danced on her tip-toes. lando and oscar side stepped toward the tea and coffee station, chatting amongst themselves.
âwow!â you were confused, raising a brow. âfront row for him, hmm? told you, had nothing to worry about.â
you rolled your eyes, still holding anxieties for the race. you were always concerned going into a weekend. no matter how many grand prixâs youâve attended, seen lando come out safe and sound, you still picked at the skin of your fingertips. anxious habits die hard.
landoâs managers came in alongside oscarâs beckoning both mclaren drivers to follow them to get ready for the race. lando found you instantly, his hands finding the handles on your hips, squeezing inward. you tensed at the action, wondering what had him on such edge.
you spun, hands running from his chest up to his neck, his cheeks. you cupped his face in your hands, sheepishly smiling.
âyouâll win this for me?â
he scoffed, âalways.â
you smiled harderâif that was possibleâ and connected your lips with his. he returned your kiss, diving deep into your mouth. he held you close by your lower back, as if this was the last time that heâd ever kiss you. he sought to deepen your kiss by the clacking of your teeth, his tongue incessantly searching the inside of your mouth.
you separated yourself, still holding onto his cheeks. lando dipped his forehead against yours, seeking another kiss, but you pulled away. âgo. theyâre waiting for you.â
âdonât care.â
you flushed, allowing him one last peck before you patted his cheek. âseriously. go.â
he chuckled to himself, kissing the top of your head, uttering a soft âi love you,â before being swept away.
âi love you too.â you mouthed, returning your attention back to lily. she was in awe of how you and lando behaved, carving such a rugged, playful boy into a man of posture and mannerisms that were only reflected by your good nature.
âwhat?â
ânothingâŠâ she looked away.
âlily.â
âyouâve got that man on a leash,â she broke into a fit of giggles. you looked back to where they were walking out. lando had been looking for you, then at you. he gave a wave, you returned it, then looked back at lily.
âi prefer the term âfree-roaming.ââ
the race was coming to an end with a single lap left. lando led the race with a twenty-two second lead, and your hands were clasped tightly together with your headset on. you listened carefully to his radio messages, sassy and revving, and had your eyes locked onto the screen in front of you. with lily by your side, the two of you were anxiously awaiting the end.
your face suddenly appeared on screen, displaying your glistening eyes, perfectly done makeup and hair. a chic smile grew on your cheeks. you turned towards the camera man and allotted a small wave. your name appeared under the screen, lando norrisâ partner.
godâŠ
was there anything more prideful than that?
surely there was, but it didnât matter to you. you were there to support your boyfriend, lando, your lando, and it was more than enough to see that you were recognized as that.
the checkered flag appeared and lando was on the headline for crossing. you had to clutch your heart, hoping to grip it from the inside out to slow its beating, and it didnât cease when his mcl38 zipped past the flag.
there was an eruption of cheers throughout the garage and you were swarmed with love by the fellow mechanics and lily, too, who was happy for you to witness such a grand victory. a more than well earned victory.
a second one in the books for him. you couldnât have been happier.
the podium gathering didnât take long, and you managed to be at the front of the barricade, shoved forward by the team. you stood there, graceful and beautiful as he always saw you, and you were the loudest to clap and cheer as he walked out from the cool down room.
âyour winner, lando norrisâŠ!â and you couldnât help the tears that fell down your cheeks, the camera picking up your emotional feedback on the big screen. his eyes caught to it from the bannister, stepping up onto the tallest podium, and found you right at the front. his heart melted, dripped a red hot flame that burned for you. to see you there for him, emotional above all, solidified his feelings. what he wanted in his future.
you. you above anything else. you above racing, his career, his everything. he had nothing if you werenât by his side.
he took off his pirelli hat and let the national anthem play. the camera panned away from you then to zak brown. you swayed gently to the anthem, lost in your own world of loving him. you saw him through clear glasses, though he was always your rose. there was nothing more that you wanted in the future than to be with him. you and lando.
after his attributed champagne pop, the crowd dissipated from the pit lane and you engaged in conversations with different women, friends, and coworkers of mclaren. you were jovial with your presence, engaged as much as you could be, though your thoughts kept tracing back to him. lando, lando, lando.
you ended your evening in conversations with the ferrari womenâ alexandra, rebecca, and one of charlesâ friends, marta. youâre a recent acquaintance, meeting her only just a few moments ago. she was noticeably pregnant, and you wondered if that was just the recurring theme of the day.
âhow far along are you?â rebecca chimed in.
âabout twenty weeks, i think.â she smiled, holding her bump and leaning back into one of her heels to get a more comfortable angle.
âhalf way there! are you excited?â you asked her, sipping your sparkling water.
âof course,â she grimaced, though there was joy behind her eyes. âit can be hard, but itâs worth it. always worth it to see my husband with my daughter, and now itâll be brand new with this babe.â
you gave her a heart-warming smile.
âthey kick every so oftenââ she grimaced again, reeling her face into a tight knot. âlike right now. do you want to feel?â she was looking at you. it took you a second to understand that she was referring to you, but you jumped at the opportunity.
âare you sureâŠ?â
marta nodded. âput your hand here,â she placed your hand on her right side. you waited a moment before there was a small lurch beneath your palm. you looked up at her in pure disbelief, marveled by such a feeling. you wondered what itâd feel like to feel your own baby kick.
âsoâŠâ alexandra leered mischievously, âdo you plan on having children? with lando?â
is everyone asking that today?
you stood up straight, embarrassed by the question, and brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. âfor sure. thereâs no one else i want. whenever the time is right.â
âheâd be such a good dad.â alexandra added, and you couldnât agree more.
âyou shouldâve seen him earlier with penelopeââ the girls were reeling at your story. âmaking bracelets with her. almost tripped over my own dress,â you covered your mouth to laugh, attempting to keep your voice down.
âsomeone has baby fever.â marta commented.
âugh,â rebecca groaned. âyou two are picturesque. alex and i were just talking about it.â
âoh?â you wished to know more by their insinuation. it wasnât often that you listened to anything about you or landoâs relationship. half of the time it was negative comments from fans across social media, and you didnât want the other half to get to your head. you knew you were lucky as is, the least you could do was stay humble.
âohhhh most definitely.â alexandra nodded. âyouâve been together for whatâ ever? weâre waiting for an engagement post.â
you were floored. it has been a good amount of time. âso am i,â it came as a laugh. you wondered if lando thought about it. if the thought ever crossed his mindâ the possibility of you becoming his wife.
it did.
he was watching you. heâd been done with his interviews for a good ten minutes now, but he was gripped by the scene unfolding before him. he had distracted himself by glancing at his phone, pretending to be scrolling through notifications. but he was staring. hard.
your hand was so tender-loving as it grazed martaâs baby bump. you looked up at her with a graceful smile, asking her important questions about her pregnancy. why were you so interested?
fuck, he hoped the answer he wanted was what you were thinking.
you, pregnant in your floral dresses, pleated gowns, traipsing around the halls of your joint home. barefoot, glowing, effervescent. he could see it now. the vision coming to life, coming to fruition from just a mere fantasy. he felt his dick twitch in his pants, his groin running hot.
he overheard the conversation, too.
âdo you plan on having children? with lando?â
for sure. thereâs no one else iâd want.
fuuuuck. lando had to turn around, attempting to calm himself down. his entire body was aflame, an eternal gloss of bliss for wanting you. needing you. he needed to feel you. your touch. your skin beneath him, the way you curl effortlessly against the shape of his body.
yeah, heâs fucked.
after a few calming deep breaths, he was at least presentable. with his calmed down cock, he immediately made a beeline in your direction. he wantedâno, needed to get his hands around you as soon as possible. it was a world-ending feeling that suffocated him, gripped him by the throat.
you heard him approach before you saw him. landoâs hands were warm around your hips as he pulled you close. you felt the outline of his cock in his pants as he jut his hips forward. you turned your head over your shoulder, glancing up at him.
his nose found a home in the curve of your neck. you giggled when you felt his stubble tickle your skin, a hand coming instinctively to hold the side of his face tight against your skin. he breathed soundly against you, finding eternal peace of mind plastered against your body.
âit was nice seeing you alex, rebecca.â you began to bid your farewells. âmarta, it was a pleasure to meet you.â marta leaned in for a hug, which pulled you away from the warmth of landoâs body. you felt like a snail ripped from its shellâ hollow, cold.
âthe same for you,â pregnancy looked good on her. though, you canât recall the last time youâve seen her without a baby blooming inside her. âif you ever need adviceâŠalex has my number.â
you blushed, feeling landoâs hand around your lower belly tense. âthank you. iâll be in touch.â you glance towards rebecca and alexandra, following landoâs pace back to the car.
landoâs eyes were hot as they drilled holes into the side of your head. you could feel it, though you werenât even looking at him. âi can feel your urge to talk, lan.â
he laughed, holding your hand tight in his. âno. no, itâs nothing.â
you stopped dead in your tracks, pulling your hand from his, crossing your arms over your chest.
âokay, okay,â he apologized, taking your hand back into his own, bringing it to his lips to kiss. his lips were warm and wet against your skin. your breath hitched.
âwell, go on, then.â
âthis is the congratulations i get? damn, baby, youâre rugged.â
you shoved his face away, beginning to walk back to the car once more. âyou know iâm proud. donât be silly, now.â
âi know, i know,â there was a brief silence. âyou can show me in other ways.â
âlando!â you gasped, and he broke into a fit of laughter. âdirty bastard.â you mumbled.
âwhat was that, baby?â
ânothing. nothing. just like what you wanted to tell me, i guess.â two can play at this game. you heard him scoff, but ultimately relent.
âalright, alright. i justâŠâ he became shy with the tone of his voice. you could recognize it instantly. âheard your conversation with the girls, is all.â
you attempted your best effort to still your facial expressions from annoyance, shock, embarrassment, and all of the fucking above.
âyou heardâŠall of it?â
âthe gist.â
you tried to cover your face to shield yourself from the world. god, that was your fucking nightmare. you hadnât ever even touched upon a subject like that with him before. and now he had heard it from you talking to your girlfriends? oh, you just felt like the worst girlfriend in the world right now.
âfuck. i didnât mean toââ
âno, baby,â he opened the car door for you to slip into the passenger seat. you stepped in, gripping his forearm to sit down.
when he climbed in himself and turned over the engine, you shifted to face him. before you could even open your mouth to speak, he cut you off.
âi want kids, too, you know. with you.â
âoh.â a weight lifted from your shoulders in that moment, and then you felt utterly stupid for thinking that he wouldâve reacted badly. this is your lando youâre talking to. a man you can share anything with. âyou do?â
he looked flabbergasted. âyouâre joking, right?â
you shot your hands up in defense. âi donât know! children arenât exactlyâŠtemporary. i justâ i didnât know if you thought of meââ
âyouâre permanent, love.â his hand wrapped around your thigh as he pulled out of the driverâs lot, whipping past the fans that were keen on snapping a picture of him.
though youâve known that, deep down, it still hit you like the first time he told you that he loved you. a jaw-dropping epiphany that had been right in front of you the whole time. youâd been short-sighted, enjoying every moment that you had with him, and had become unknowing about the future youâve been perpetuating with him.
you covered his hand with your own, playing with the bracelets around his wrist. the charm bracelet âdaddyâ dangled between your fingers, rolling the beads over and over again.
âyouâd make a good daddy, wouldnât you?â you said the words under your breath, but even he could hear them like youâd shouted them in his face. he tightened his grip around your thigh.
âdonât say things like that,â he shook his head, eyes locked on the road ahead.
the air became heavy between you two. when wasnât it? not only did passion run through your veins, but heinous desire breathed life to your souls.
âwhy?â you stroked the top of his hand with your nails. âyou heard what i said to the girls.â his head lolled against the back rest. âwhatâs different now?â
you felt the car accelerate. it vibrated the cushion you were nestled atop of, sending shockwaves through your cunt.
âdriving me fucking nuts, darling.â
you knew you were. it was the secret to your relationshipâ the two of you understanding what made you tick. seethe with lust until there was no other option for you to climb him like a tree.
it didnât take long before he reached the hotel, pulling up to the front. you were getting your things to get up, but he was lost on his phone, pretending to be busy. âcoming?â you asked.
âpfftââ you could see him roll his eyes through the rearview mirror. âi wish. give me a second.â you couldnât help but huff to yourself under your breath, stepping out of the car with your heels clinking to the ground.
with your purse over your shoulder you stepped up onto the curb, but was distracted by a small voice echoing over your shoulder.
down the sidewalk was a mother and a stroller. you smirked lowly, taking only the few steps itâd take to reach the mother and child.
âoh my gosh,â you squealed. the mother was taken back, but by your demeanor and eyes on her baby, she returned a smile. by her pink bonnet and bunny swath, you knew she was the cutest thing youâd ever laid eyes on. âshe is just the cutest thing!â
âthank you,â the woman said.
âshe looks just like her mama,â you heard landoâs car door open, most definitely within earshot. âdonât you, sweet thing? yes you do!â you cooed at the baby, who erupted in a fit of louder giggles and mumbles.
the mother was flushed, but happy. âyouâre too kind. youâre good with children? do you have any of your own?â
jackpot..!!
you clutched your purse as you stood up straight. you played into your theatrics, âoh gosh, i wish! my husband and i have been trying for ages, but heâs just so busy with workâŠâ
the woman tsked with disappointment for you. âyouâd make a beautiful mother,â
âyou think so?â
she nodded her affirmation.
âthatâs so sweet of you.â you were really milking this scene, especially that you knew lando was listening.
âis that your husband there?â she pointed to over your shoulder. and there he was, your husband, watching the two of you from behind the ajar car door.
âmmm, yes, it is.â you offered a cordial wave to him. he stuck two fingers up for a lazy wave, waiting for you to return to him. âi should go. it was a pleasure, maâam. your baby is adorable.â
she nodded a thanks, and you took your sweet time walking back to the car. you could hear lando tapping the windshield incessantly. before his head dipped down back into the car he called, âget back in.â
youâŠadmit, you were confused. brows furrowed, you opened the passenger side door and bent down, âwhyâ?â
âget in the car,â your name was a rumble in his chest. you still didnât know what he was doing nor going, and your stubborn self wouldnât settle for a verbal answer.
you took too long for him. gripping your arm, he pulled you into the passenger seat, and you landed on your ass with a âthumpâ.
he fired up the engine again and pulled out of the traffic circle of the hotel. he radiated with heatâ you could feel it from where you sat. âwhere are we going?â
he didnât answer you.
you crossed your arms and legs, looking out the window. the area was unknown to you, but lando always seemed like he knew where he was going.
it took only a minute for him to pull into an empty level of a parking garage, dimly lit with only one overhead light at the entrance of the ramp. he put the car in park.
âwhat are weââ
you couldnât finish your sentence until you were on his lap, hands gripping your waist so tightly that you had to gasp for air.
âhusband?â
oh
ohâŠ!
well, this was a change you welcomed with open arms.
he lowered the seat back until you were straddled atop of him, fingers aimlessly toiling with the zipper of his jeans.
âdonât know what youâreââ
he snapped upward, gripping your chin between his forefinger and thumb. âbaby,â he breathed, and you shivered. âwhat do you want?â
your hips naturally moved back and forth against his own, dress hiked well above your stomach. his hand snaked between your legs, feeling the wet patch in your underwear. he hummed when you didnât reply, flicking his finger upward to graze your clit.
you mewled.
âwhat was that?â
your hand twisted around the hem of his shirt. you were already breathless, clenching around nothing except the sound of his words.
âtell me,â he muttered, staring up at your disheveled state. he made quick work of sliding your panties to the side, massaging the folds of your cunt between his fingers. you continued your writhing against him.
âwant you,â was what you managed to breathe out, hips rutting against his palm. he tsked, but allowed you this moment. a moment for him to bask in the way that you move your hips, writhe against his clothed cock that was egregiously hardening by the second and each amount of pressure you applied.
he slid his fingers in and out of you with ultra maneuvering, in and out, all around. he was a mastermind when it came to feeling you up, exploring you both on the outside, and the in. you were in heaven, ultimately, when he curled his fingers so deeply upon thrusting them. your cunt tightened so viciously around him that he groaned, his head falling back and his hardened cock thrusting upward. to no avail, his dick was strained against the cloth of his pants.
âfuck,â he cussed, curling his fingers over and over again. your body began to shiver, and only began to fall from grace when his thumb traced against your clit. stimulation grew hotter and hotter, until you let out a piercing moan from the depths of your throat. he angled his fingers differently, making you squirm.
âlando!â you breathed, feeling your climax creeping up on you faster than you could even blink. your core tightened, a coil of veracious flames churning around each other manifesting a slew of energy that released sparks from your nerves. your folds were inflamed, puffy, beating hot that you couldnât think straight. lando was touching you with his other hand anywhere that he could reach. he palmed your breasts through your dress, twisted a nipple to earn a delicious squeal.
âcome on, sweet thing,â he encouraged you with that stupid lopsided smile of his, you were looking down on him, sweat beading at his forehead, pupils blown dark and wide. his hand that was groping your breast moved upward, threading around the column of your throat. âshow daddy what youâre made of.â
his hand tightened, and you felt the coil snap. he continued to pump his fingers in and out, maneuvering so perfectly, hitting that exact spot with precision.
he knew you came when your eyes rolled back into your head, legs quivering around his waist. god, youâre a sexy thing.
his hand loosened from around your neck, dropping to your chest, fiddling with the van cleef necklace he had gifted you. it reeked of possession, marking you as his with the âl.n.â initials engraved on the back of the golden surface.
the moment of bliss passed before he was pulling the zipped down from your dress and throwing it from over your head. your panties were next, though the fabric was thin as is. there you were, bare and glistening, before your so-called âhusbandâ as you had worded it. he wouldnât forget it, a spark igniting within him that was lit by the phrase leaving your tongue. he didnât think that it would affect him so muchâ
but it did.
he made quick work of his own pants, shoving them down to his knees beneath you, breathless and needy.
you gripped the hem of his shirt. he lifted his arms to hasten the process, and the shirt went to the back seat. with his skin exposed, you couldnât help but run your hands along his tan, toned chest. it made you dripping wet, though he was barely touching you now.
with your skin atop of his, carnage was sure to ensue. he took a drag of his fingers against your wet cunt and brought it to his lips. he sucked on them, releasing with a âpop.â your mouth hung open in anticipation for what he was going to do next. he always kept you on your toes.
but thisâŠthis is not what you expected.
he took a ring from his index finger, plated in silver, and slid it onto your ring finger on your left hand. the wedding finger.
it stuck to your sweaty palm, sure enough to not slip off.
âletâs make it official then, pretty girl.â
you sat upon him astonished, looking down at the adornment that he had given to you. it dazzled on your finger.
âif youâre my wife, what does that make me?â
the words trembled from your lips, thighs tightening around his own. you could feel his dick sprung to life against your backside. âmy husband.â
âgood, baby, you learn fast.â
you gulped, finally taking a look at him from his propped upright position. he was downright smitten with you, guzzling everything about you inside of him. you were his, so much fucking so, that he was going to ruin you. and he didnât even feel bad for wanting it.
âmy husbandâŠâ you repeated, lowering your face down to meet his own. he smelled so goodâa mix of sweat and his cologne.
his hand tangled into your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail to meet your eye level.
âmakes me fucking crazy when yâsay itâŠâ
you knew that was the truth. youâd known the minute you sat down in the car. his demeanor had changed, shifted to something darker that you didnât quite understand. it was insane enough as is that youâd discovered so many things about him within a short period of time.
âhusband, daddyâŠwhatâs the difference?â you cooed, kissing up and down his neck. he groaned, landing a smack on your ass that had you giggling.
ââll just make you a mommy if you keep throwinâ that word âround.â
you grinned ear to ear. against his cheek, you took a deep breath in, before letting go.
âdaddy.â
if youâve ever made a good decision in your life, this has to be the best. a switch flipped. gears started to turn in his head. the spark plug burst into flames.
you were his undoer,
the key to his shackled restraint,
the sun to his universe.
it was always you. youâd been right in front of him for the past two years. two years to get to this point. two years for the woman he loved most in this world to be sucking his neck whispering âdaddyâ into his ear.
lando sat upright in the seat. with a hand at the back of your head, he forced eye contact with you. this was different. this look. you could feel it in your heart, your folds, as they began to beat synchronously. life with him was euphoria, and sex had been the serendipitous release for both of you.
but seeking the future together?
heaven incarnate.
despite being locked inside such a tight space, lando managed to swap your position with a suave move. you were on your back, shocked by his carnal rampage, as he hooked your legs upward. your toes scathed the ceiling of the car, pressed deep into the metal chassis.
âkiss me,â you demanded with the breath that you could take. he didnât waste a second, leaning down to your lips and capturing you with the most breathtaking press that he could muster. his tongue and your own fought for dominance over one another; you lost, quickly, unable to match his revered pace.
he wanted to eat you from top to bottom. devour your insides, carry you with him every day of his life. you would be his, one way or another, and he didnât care how it was.
lucky enough, you were more than willing to be his bride, his lover, his person.
because he was yours.
then he was inside of you. braving the treachery of your tight walls, he hissed when the tip of his cock slipped through your folds. youâd been dripping on the leather seat.
âfuck, babyâŠâ his head fell to the crevice of your neck and collarbone.
âoh my godddâŠâ the moan you both let out was terribly lewd, grotesque, even, with how he didnât start a pace. you both savored this sweet moment of lust, passion, and a figurative toast to a lifelong commitment to fucking one another.
with each thrust he took, he aimed to make a statement. deeper and deeper he penetrated you, his cock crafted of divine measure with how he quartered your g-spot.
you could never stay still beneath him. it had him on edge the way you squirmed. dare say it was one of the most favorite things about you, though the list would be never-ending. you shiver from pleasure, leaning into him as your cunt squelches beneath you.
echoes of moans bounce off the interior of the car, whilst a smile of greed and possession conceives on his own cheeks. the angle he has you at is deeper than any that youâve had beforeâ it left no room for noncommittal nature, no room for you to complain about wanting him closer, more, more, more.
âyâfeel me here?â his hand rest on your lower belly, your womb, as he applied pressure. you do feel him there. the indent of his cock is poignant, bulging out from the skin.
âmhmâŠ!â you whine, trying to keep your mouth shut from the onslaught of moans pouring out.
his attention turned to your tits as he swallowed a nipple whole with his tongue, sucking feverishly at the sensitive bud. it had you weak, dribbling to puddy.
he could only think about how youâd look pregnant. swollen tits, round belly, glowing with his child.
âthis what you wanted?â he grunted, his pace quickening. you were too dumb to speak, a droplet of drool leaking from your mouth. âhm? fuck youâfuck, fill you up?â
your back arched at the sentence, not knowing that his words could have such an arousing effect on you. this arousal was different. the way you clench around him was different. your actions spoke a lot louder than your words.
âyeah? i can feel you, darling.â sounds of skin slapping and your hoarse voice could only be heard. he fucked you so good, treated you even better. fuck it, youâd rather be pregnant than anything else.
âplease, pleaseâŠâ you didnât know what you were pleading for, in truthâ he was already fucking you like heâd been in a rut.
âyeah? that what you want? want a baby?â
your head nodded furiously up and down, tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks. lando bent down to kiss them away, followed by a capturing of your lips. he swallowed your breaths, your moans. he trailed kisses down the column of your throat; your collarbones, breasts, nipples, nothing went untouched by his mouth.
âgodâŠtheseâŠâ he muttered against your tits, voice sending shockwaves through your body. âimagine how big theyâd be.â he managed to chuckle to himself. âswollen and beautiful,â he kissed the top of your abdomen.
âlandoâŠâ
his head shot up from his daze.
âthe time is right. please, pleaseââ your words seemed to hit him like a truck. the foreplay had turned reality, and he was more than ready to lurch into fate.
âwhat, pretty girl?â
your face flushed, biting your lip. âgive me a baby, need itâlan, need it so bad.â your hand found the back of his neck, tugging on the strands of his hair.
he tsked, his pace evening out to a level throttle. your lips formed a sweet pout, and he stroked your chin with his index finger. âgive you?â he mocked. âoh, donât think thatâs how we ask, do we?â
âlanâŠplease, please, can i have your baby? need it so bad lando, need itâŠâ you swallowed your breath. âdaddyâŠwanna make you a daddyâŠplease.â
it was more than enough for him. âatta girl.â he grunted, deepening his lackluster thrusts into thrilling rides on his cock. âyâlearn fastâŠkids âr gonna be so smart.â
âyes, yes! so good, lan.â you heaved, the heat in your cunt finding a boiling point, and he felt it by how tight you became around him.
âgo on, baby, take it. be a good girl and take it all.â youâd do anything to hear your lando call you a good girl. it had been more than enough to send you over the edge into a spiraling orgasm that had slick seeping around his cock. your vision whitened, and you could only see the shadow of your âhusbandâ through the light.
with sloppy thrusts, lando came with ease. he didnât pull out urgently, letting his cum soak inside of you. he peppered kisses along your ankles, your calves, and let them fall to the seat.
out of breath, your chests rose and fell at a rapid pace. landoâs forehead connected with your own, and through the haze of post-sex, he smiled at you.
you smiled back. the two of you broke into a laugh.
âfuckinâ knew that was gonna happen today.â he commented lazily into your chest. a hand of yours threaded through his brown curls.
âyour mastermind plan to babytrap me.â
he raised a brow. âdid you plan on leaving?â
you gave him a knowing look. ânot in the slightest.â
he became embarrassed and sheepish as he hid his face into your ribs. âno chance of it, now.â
you chuckled, flexing your fingers to see the ring still there. âi want a real proposal, by the way.â
his head shot up. âwhat? this wasnât good enough?â
you palmed his face with one hand, and tugged the back of his curled head with the other. âbastard.â
it only took you two ten minutes to get your clothes back on from such a leisurely excursion from the empty parking garage. covered in his spit, sweat, and cum, you didnât feelâŠ.dirty.
when he finally pulled up to the valet and opened the door for you, you stepped out as graciously as possible. though your hair was a tangled messâ you tried your best. lucky enough it was late enough to where minimal paparazzi were gathered. thank god.
you shifted on your feet, shimmying the dress down, but lando came to your rescue. he pulled the dress down where it was crumpled at the back, caught between the hem of your soaked underwear.
âthat was a rental, wasnât it?â you pointed out, looking over your shoulder.
âthey should auction it.â
you spun around and laughed in his face, gagged by the ego he has. âyou have a big head.â
âneed all that room for you.â
âcheesy.â
landoâs eyes lit upâ though exhausted from the day and your antics, the sun still rose for himâ âalmost forgotââ he reached into his pocket whilst you waited patiently.
he pulled out a bracelet.
a friendship bracelet.
âthought it suited you.â he put it around your wrist, and you analyzed it clearly. in white, capitalized letters it read:
âMOMMYâ
âyou really had this thing planned.â you were impressed.
he shifted on his heels, throwing his hands up as if saying âwhat can i say?â âp thinks youâre pregnant now.â
you gasped. âlando!â
âi meanâŠhopefully.â he winked as you fiddled with the jewelry, still not bothering to take off the ring from your finger.
âwellâŠâ you brought a finger to your lips, thinking, âwe have to be certain, donât we?â
lando was catching your drift as you walked backwards towards the entrance of the hotel, luring him in with your charisma. âperhapsâŠâ
âsoâŠwe need to try again.â he wasnât going to argue with that. âand again.â or that. âand again, for good measure.â
âyouâre gonna kill me, baby.â he whined, chasing you up the steps. you squealed, running forward. inside the elevator you two went, clicking the floor for your room.
after further inspection, landoâs brows furrowed after he glanced over you. âwhat?â
he covered his mouth to shield his devious smile.
âwhat, lando?â
he coughed to hide his amusement, but it was a very bad act. âyouâreâŠâ
âwhat?â
âyouâre dripping.â
you looked down at your thighs and saw the glistening reflection of his cum seeping out of you. fuck. maybe the first time was the charm, but you hoped it wasnât.
you really hoped it wasnât.
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His jaw folded into a tight clench. "I-... I wasn't..." James could hear himself... Feel himself tripping over his often polished words. Only fools would act in such a matter. Perhaps it was the heat? Yes. Yes, just the heat. "I wasn't studying your eyes." he continued, glancing down and busying his hands with fixing the already precise cuffs of his sleeves in a desperate attempt to pry his attention elsewhere, "--They're just impossible to miss." Another wave of heat crashed upon the bend of his neck. This damned heat, he thought.
Fascinating? Exceptional? His deepened amber gaze sheathed beneath a quizzical brow drew themselves back towards the other. "I've been called a great many things, Mr-... Victor, however, exceptional and certainly fascinating have never been even close to that list. Unless you truly are that fascinated with my practice of naval duties, perhaps you're referring to my uniform. Understandably so. The officer wearing it, however, I can assure you is neither of those things. Despite my upbringing, I am as local as they come." Oh, yes. He was quite aware of his rather unremarkable and, at times, somber reputation amongst the other officers. Amidst his remarks, James realized just how observed he felt. Seen. Just like the evening of their first meeting, the Commodore felt as if Victor was noticing every crease, mark, and habit of his person; as if he were being beheld from beneath a lens. Being discerned past his lapels and embellishments. It was... rather odd... He didn't know whether to flee or await the set trap.-- "In fact, I can imagine, having had the opportunity to meet an abundance of lords and ladies from different walks of life, you have met more fascinating characters than I.-- I would argue that you yourself are a fascinating character. For instance, why did you come here today? Surely, a gentleman with your baring have more important duties to run rather than observing some wearisome, promotional ceremony." --Instead, James did neither. He chose to stay. Bask in the novel yet somewhat pacifying disquiet of Victor Trevor's attention.
James' indulgence of his facetiousness is rather charming; it emboldens him to go further. ââI didn't realise you were studying my eyes with such close attention.â Those very same eyes gleam like brilliant seas from beneath the leaden veil of his gilt lashes, as though they have discovered something valuable which they may latch onto. Beneath the coquettish warmth which has settled itself within their lazuline depths, lies a trace of anticipation as he studies the minute shifts in James' expression against his audacious words, eager to perceive his own effect upon the man for any sign of receptiveness.
To even make the other smile, Victor supposes, is to be considered a not too insignificant triumph; he has witnessed the man's brooding time and again, which seems to adorn his handsome features as though by nature. ââI would hardly call you local; you're about as exotic in these parts as the Mogras in our garden. I suppose it's partially what makes you so curiously fascinating. So to answer your question; no. You're exceptional in every way.â
#//I knew Vic was an imp before but this thread is just proving more and more how devilishly impish he really is/#//its his nature and i adore it <3//#//i also love how James is just standing there like đ§ââïž and sweating profusely//#//Vic ur breaking this poor boi đ©.... keep doing it đ//#vxctorx#norrington;#//also sorry i feel like my reply to this was blehhhh but i really wanted to write this//
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IN PRIVATE ââ honkai star rail, nsfw, mdni ౚà§â â or little nasty things they do during sex à Ë. á”á” gender neutral readerâ /â ft. aventurine, dr. ratio, gepard, blade, sunday, dan heng, jing yuan, argenti. âĄËËË
â AVENTURINE ê©.á ËËËwho guides your movements. aventurine becomes a gentle orchestrator, leading you through the delicate dance of intimacy. aventurine's presence becomes a steady anchor, guiding with a gentle yet confident touch a soft guidance that navigates the contours of desire with a tender assurance: his hands are soft, gentle, at your skin, at your hips, but his mouth is always brutal, suckling and nipping at any accessible skin. aventurine always busy himself by cleaving at every inch of your skin as if integrating every square inch of your withering figure into memory. each caress is a testament to his innate understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the deeper yearnings that he does not allow himself to express in words. and you just know he mean it when he holds your face with both hands, soft eyes smiling along with him when he succeeded; obtained your focus
â DR. RATIO ê©.á ËËËwho has gentle but firm control. dr. ratio's touch is a blend of gentle guidance and confident assertion, navigating the dance of desire with a poised assurance. his touch, though restrained, carries a profound sense of understanding and expertise, navigating with precision and care even if he purposefully teased you to receive an earful of whiny whimpers that suggested he promptly exhort additional efforts or his cute, little lover would be compelled to execute empty threats. veritas presence exudes a calm authority, tempered by a keen intellect and a meticulous attention to detail. he struggles when conveying his harbored ardor, submitting to the intensity of heat that blossomed from the kindled fire of his heart, and so he claws the blunt tips of his fingers into your dough-like middle, eyelids fluttered to a gentle close as if heâd never receive another opportunity to hold you in his arms
â DAN HENG ê©.á ËËËwho likes to mark your body. he doesn't even realize he has this thing until he finds himself immersed in fantasies where your body is adorned with the evidence of his fervent affectionâsubtle bites and tender marks, and then it became a tendency to leave something of him in you: whether a gentle bite or a lingering touch, it's his desire for connection and a need to leave a lasting impression. dan heng blames his counterpart for such a primal urge to claim and be claimed in return, but he had become so fascinated, bewitchingly enamored, by illustrated wonders of your body, yet he so quickly abandoned his previous enchantment to consume himself with your intoxicating touch. dan heng's gestures reveal a raw honesty, he fervently irons an abundance of disorderly suckles to your neck, bruising the heated skin with contortions molded as the shape of his lips.
â ARGENTI ê©.á ËËËwho pace is slow and deliberate. argenti's touch is deliberate and measured, his movements are methodical and precise, revealing a patient nature. in the quiet moments shared, you feel his presence as a steady anchor, guiding the rhythm of shared desire with a tranquil assurance. argenti's deliberate approach reflects a respect for the moment and a commitment to mutual pleasure, because he canât find the resolve to peel his eyes away because you are a descendant from the heavens; a gift of abundant blessings to an unforgiving mortal who had deemed himself unworthy of your grace, but he were no saint. his calm and composed presence creates a sanctuary where time seems to slow, as he leisurely swallows your exhales of bliss as if previously deprived from the touch of intimacy. argenti always strives to leave your knees weak and buckled.
â BLADE ê©.á ËËËwho makes intense eye contact. blade harbors an ability to easily strip away what provisional confidence you previously claimed to possess. his gaze is impish; dark, divulging an impending uprising of unruly mischief. his crystalline optics glimmer beneath a murky coating, heavy lids droopy and irises fixated onto your figure as if he were presently eating you whole. blade just love the way he hums softly, cupping your cheek, thumbing away the tears you didn't notice spring into your eyes when he rendered your brain to mush and melted his forefront conscious into a haze of red lining. splotches of white dotted his vision, the colorless patches occasionally fading to reveal roads of gravel that endlessly stretched for miles. blade refuses to blink away the lovely sight of your countenance and meticulously etches the mesmerizing taste of your lips into lasting memory.
â JING YUAN ê©.á ËËËwho needs to breed you. his focus is singular, his touch deliberate yet gentle, as if every gesture carries the weight of unspoken promises. you always end up burning up, flesh flushed and eyes distant as if you were captivated by reminisce. he always apologizes with a "just one more, please?" and you just know he is not sorry at all, not with his breathy groans and hearty moans, eagerly asking if you'd let her try again. she convinces you that the last attempts were flukes; a warm up for the final challenge he kisses you so so sweet, makes you forgot about the ache in your thighs. he never fails to leave your puckered lips swollen and quivering by the conclusion of his endeavor, leaning away to observe your dazed state with a satisfactory hum of approval, drawing near as to rekindle the bruising force of his lips upon your own.
â SUNDAY ê©.á ËËËwho loves to see you cry. i'ts nothing, really. he just loves when you are brainless, thoughts melted into pretty pink goo oozing out of your ears onto the sheets, not a single brain cell active enough to answer him; because you are always good for him, always so sweet and kind and willing to give him whatever he wanted. his heart always softens at your tears. how could he say no to you? how could he deny those pretty eyes, so full of adoration and desperation then? so sweet. so lovely. he presses his forehead to you, and promise him the world. he makes you cum all over you again, only so he can see your teary face. and you always do, whining pitifully as you milk his cock for what itâs worth. heâs exhausted and broken and covered in cum and spit and lube, eyes filled with adoration as he looks at you. sunday, who gives you the loveliest pain.
â GEPARD ê©.á ËËËwho overstim you. he hushes you, pace not even slowing down as he chases his own high. but even when youâre gasping for air, for consciousness, fucked into another realm now, heâs still relentless, fucking deep and hard. he fucks you through his own orgasm, not even caring about how sensitive his cockâs gone. he doesnât care, just wants to take you over and over and over. but you donât tell him to stop, never tell him to stop. how could you, when youâre the only thing he can take so freel? youâd rather die than take it away from him, so you let him overstimulate you and himself as he murmurs, âone more, please" and then he's holding you so close to him. heâs burning hot, skin flushed and calloused but you find no greater heaven than in his arms, in his embrace, against him flaming skin to flaming skin.
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hgss safari zone doesn't have a step limit, but it does force me to catch a geodude and then wait a day before i can access half of the biomes (read: the mountain area, read: where you can catch larvitar), and in a way that's worse.
#gonna use up all my safari balls on larvitar so i can at least get one with a satisfactory nature#most of my hg team has like. weird but not actively harmful natures#barring my flaaffy which has a quiet nature (good!)#and my growlithe which has a jolly nature (not dire but also not super good!)#so if i could just get. like a neutral nature on this larvitar.#that'd be swell#send me the good nature lavitar vibes#gimme hardy or docile#i'd even take impish just ANYTHING but an attack or defense lowering nature
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priceâŠ.. in a.. a.. cowboy hat
girl... you have no idea what you have done to me with this ask. Cowboy Price!?? I had so much fun with this, I might even do a part 2! I'm sorry this took me so long - I really hope you like it!!! âĄ
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John Price owns the ranch that neighbours your father's. You've got a habit of climbing the fence between them, snooping around Mr Price's property and leaving traces of your misbehaviour behind. This time, he catches you.
Hereâs part 2!
Daddy had warned you about wandering onto Mr Priceâs property. The lichen-coated fence that separated his land and your fatherâs spanned miles; carving through tall dry grass, through woods of oak and pine trees, over a bumbling shallow creek. It was easy enough to climb over, but there was one little gap in the barrier, where the splintering planks had fallen from their fastenings. Tucked under a towering cottonwood tree, hidden by the grass, it was easy to wander through as if it were more of your own land on the other side.
Mr Price was a reticent man. An arguably shadowy figure, who you might occasionally see on horseback up on the hilltops of his ranch, tan cattleman hat bowed as he surveyed his acreage. You had met him, once or twice, as a girl. Then, he was in his early twenties, tall and aloof. Eldest of three sons, all three of whom had enlisted and served, sent to fight a war whose nature you were oblivious to in your innocence. He had been absent for years, and once his father was taken by whatever cancer he chose not to treat, John was the only one of the three to return.
His father you had known, vaguely, only as a man that your father despised with an unwavering passion. Some daft rivalry, dating back long before you were born. Whatever enmity existed between old men had not quite been passed on to the last remaining son, it seemed â where there might have been out-and-out conflict, existed only cold disinterest.
Thus explained your intrigue. You found yourself strangely captivated by him, in a nosy sort of way, once he had finally come home. Suddenly bearded and jaded, no longer the bright-faced young man you had distantly remembered, he had picked up where his father had left off. He lived alone, as far as you were aware, in his inherited six-bedroom farmhouse, atop a five-thousand-acre piece of natural splendour. Donât bother the man, daddy would tell you, heâs not our friend.
But you had always been at the mercy of your impish curiosity. You couldnât help it. It was an impulse, a compulsion, to stick your fingers where they didnât belong. You would habitually explore his acres when you came home from college. Youâd peek into his empty old shacks, pet his mooing cattle, pick handfuls of wildflowers from his unkempt fields.
Sometimes youâd sneak into his stables. Youâd coo at his horses, stroke their velvet snouts, feed them the flowers you had plucked with a smile. They had grown to like you, his sweet horses, you wished you could know their names. They probably liked you more than him, no doubt, the mysterious little neighbour that would sneak in at dusk and feed them treats.
But your most regular habit â one that had gotten you into trouble before â was your proclivity for picking bunches of glossy red cherries from his rows of fruiting cherry trees. The orchard was under-loved and weedy, but those glimmering little baubles of ruby were just too delightful to let fall to the grass and rot.
He had caught you, once, while your arms were stretched far above you, reaching among the droopy branches and floppy leaves to pick the brightest sun-ripened cherries. You had heard him yelling;
âHey! I see you in there, missy!â
Lips stained red, slick with sweet juice, you gave him a puckish grin before you ran off like a rabbit and hopped back over the fence.
âThereâll be trouble next time I catch you over here, little lady,â he had roared after you, watching you clamber over the oaken planks, âYou hear me?â
It didnât stop you, of course, whatever threat he threw at you. If anything, it emboldened you. Now you meandered down the rows of cherry trees like they belonged to you, picking the prettiest ones, popping them behind your teeth and meticulously nibbling the flesh from the pit, spitting them into the grass as you moved onto the next.
You left a trail wherever you ventured. Little wet pits and green tooth-pick stalks in piles around the place; in stables, along pathways, among the cows. Sometimes youâd leave juicy red fingerprints on doorframes, on the planks of the fence, on horse snouts â perfectly incriminating.
Today was no different. You wandered in scuffing sandals along an old dirt road, green sprigs of grass almost covering it entirely. Some old route that settlers may have followed state to state, spotted occasionally with two-hundred-year-old milestones, ignored just enough to have been spared from crumbling to dust.
Shaded by a cottonwood, humming to yourself, you created a little tipi with your cherry stalks on the flat top of a mile marker. Balanced them carefully as you licked the fruity flesh from your teeth. And when a gentle breeze blew it over, scattering your creation, you leaned over the stone to pick them from the dry gravel around its base.
One, two, three, fourâŠ
At the familiar rumble of a truck trundling over dirt, you straighten your spine, palms resting on the edge of the milestone as you look over your shoulder. A dusty Chevy square-body had already coasted to a stop behind you, red paint faded and matte after a decade or two of proper use and neglect.
There he was, the enigmatic man, hanging his elbow out of the open window. Mr Price squinted through the glare of the afternoon sun, crowâs-feet pinching, eyes barely shaded by the cattleman he wore even inside his truck. Your throat bobbed with a swallow as you caught his eye; the flitter of adrenaline buzzed in your chest, toeing the line between nerves and excitement.
With a disapproving suck of his teeth, he grumbled at you, âWhatâd I tell you about catching you back here?â
Plucking the short skirt of your cotton dress downward, to cover where it had ridden up, you spun around to face him demurely.
âYou said thereâd be trouble,â you answered with a simper, shyly scratching the back of one hand with the fingernails of the other.
âMhm,â he grunted in agreement, tapping the metal door with his palm. He flicked his head in gesture for you to make your way around to the passenger side. âGet in.â
A crease pulled between your brows as you frowned at him. âWhat for?â
âIâm takinâ you back to your daddy,â he barked, irate and impatient, âIâve got some words for him, too.â
You absently kicked the rocky dirt with the heel of your sandal, pouting at him. âWhat words would those be?â
With a snort, he rocked his head to peer out of his windshield, then back to you. âTo keep a fuckinâ handle on his daughter.â
âDonât think thereâs anything you could tell him that he hasnât already tried,â you mumbled, attempting to subtly flick the handful of cherry stalks you had collected to the ground.
He chuckled at that, breathy and hoarse, a hint of frustration in his throat. âI believe that,â he scoffed, âcâmon. In. Donât make me ask again.â
You chewed on your lip, squinting in challenge as you stood up straight. âOr what?â
Glowering at you for a moment, his nostrils flared in frustration, as he seemed to swallow what must have been an inappropriate retort. Instead, his arm retracted through his window, and following the thud of the handle he swung open the door with his forearm.
With a hop he landed in the dirt, dust rising from under his well-worn leather boots. You hadnât seen him up close in as long as you could remember, and Christ, how he towered over you. It may well have been the looming shadow of his sizzling anger that made him seem so daunting, so delightfully thrilling. You felt the shiver of gooseflesh tingle down the nape of your neck as you tilted your head to look up at him, sheepishly watching his steady approach.
âYouâll be in more trouble than I will if you lay a hand on me,â you spat, with a faint curl in your lips, almost daring.
He gazed down the bridge of his nose at you, wearing a snide and thin smirk, curled under his dense beard. But as his gaze raked you up and down, his sneer shifted quickly into a pout of disapproval, eyes caught on your chest.
âCare to explain this?â He queried severely, wide hand reaching for you; you leaned back further against the milestone behind you as if it might evade him. With his fingers he pinched the cream linen of your blouse, and for a moment you feared he was peering down the gap - brazenly inspecting your bare breasts underneath.
But, no, he instead curled the fabric between his fingers to show you the bright red stain dribbled down the front of your dress.
Oops. Your gut reaction was to giggle, yet unsure whether to admit guilt or feign ignorance.
As you parted your lips to speak, his judging hand suddenly moved to your face; a hold of your chin with a thumb and hooked finger. Piercing glare glued to your lips, his eyes sunk into a defeated ire, shadowed under the brim of his cattleman.
Your tongue writhed behind your teeth, heart thumping in your throat; as he tilted your head up and to the side. He used his other thumb to wipe your bottom lip, pointedly slowly, from the corner to the centre.
âYouâre a little thief,â he gritted, dropping your head and peering at the red smear of juice on the pad of his thumb. âArenât you.â
Were you scared of him? It was hard to distinguish your fluttering heartrate between terror and thrill â perhaps a touch of both. Because you didnât know him. You couldnât trust him. You had no basis to assume he wouldnât club you with a closed fist and throw you in the back of his pickup. But you felt the tingle his touch left behind on your lip. You got stuck on his pinched blue eyes, the glare of the sun reflecting off your dress illuminating them like they glowed from within.
âNo Iâm not,â you muttered, readjusting your dress after he left creases in the low neckline.
âAnd a liar?â He scoffed, as he grabbed one of your wrists â lifting your hand to reveal the sticky burgundy juice under your fingernails, red drips dried in your palm. âYouâre covered in evidence, missy.â
Snatching your hand from him, you crossed your arms in petulance. âItâs not stealing if you donât use it.â
âThe fuck it isnât,â he snapped, hooking his hands onto his hips. âNow get in the goddamn truck.â
âI can walk home,â you grumbled, âyouâre not the boss of me.â
Huffing in anger, he leaned forward â looming over you with a domineering lour. âWhile youâre trespassing on my property â yes I am.â
Glaring up at him from under your brow, you nibble at the inside of your lip as you pouted at him. âWhatâre you gonna do if I donât go with you. Kidnap me?â
He tilted his head, shrugged his shoulders. âIâve got some rope in the truck,â he gruffly warned, âyou gonna make me use it?â
Did you imagine the glint in his eye? Did you make up the lascivious quip in his tone? Whether or not it was dreamt, it plucked a coy smirk in your lips.
He was daring you, wasnât he? Goading you to challenge him.
So with a glistening smile you reached for his cattleman hat â plucked it from his head, and swiftly placed it on your own. Too big to sit properly, you perched it on the back of your head so that you could still see out from under the brim.
âHey!â He barked, lunging to snatch it back from you â but you bolted, kicking off your sandals, ducking under his arm and sprinting across the dirt road. Through the field of grass and dry wildflowers, you bounded like a deer. âFuckâs sake.â
Holding his hat in place, you peeked over your shoulder in your escape, and he was swiftly in pursuit.
âGod dammit, girl, you get back here!â He roared â already closing the distance. You hadnât expected a man as bulky as him to sprint as fast as he was, charging after you like a grizzly.
You only giggled, leaping over fallen logs and stray planks of wood, weaving between the tall white oaks that littered his prairies.
âIf you get so much as a dent in that hat Iâll fuckinâââ
âYouâll what?â You squealed through a grin, holding the skirt of your short dress in a fist against your hips, to allow your legs to sprint in full stride.
You heard him grunt, close to a growl, as he encroached on you. âYouâll be in big fuckinâ trouble!â
Breathless, panting, you failed to think of any witty response as you dashed towards one of the many stables on his expansive property â this one devoid of horses or livestock, simply a storage building for stacks of haybales and racks of tools. Youâd perused it before. He might have found more discarded cherry pits in there.
He was behind you already, as you barrelled through the ajar stable door, stumbling into the centre of the dishevelled space. Illuminated only by the cracks of glowing sunlight that broke through gaps in the plywood boards, you stood amongst dust and scattered hay. You turned and faced the entrance, watching in anticipation as he steamed in after you.
Face burning red in fury and exasperation, he jabbed two angry fingers in your direction. âGive me the hat,â he ordered, throaty and severely â no longer joking.
But stubborn as you were, overly enjoying the needless chase, you were not going to capitulate that easily. You stood poised to dash, and with hunched shoulders, he prepared to hound after you.
âI like it,â you puffed, exhilarated, purposefully impudent. You pinched the brim, pulling it down with a disingenuous hat-tip. âIt probably looks better on me.â
âEven if it does,â he chided through teeth, out of breath, âitâs not yours.â
You snickered girlishly, pursing your lips. âMaybe it should be.â
âGive it to me.â He thundered, hand outstretched, your heart flipped in your ribs at the sudden eruption of stern rage.
So you spun on the ball of your bare foot, before flitting hastily towards the rickety ladder that led up to the hayloft. Clambering up it like a spider, the old wood and rusted nails squealed in dispute of being used for likely the first time in decades.
But he was blindingly rapid in his chase, and before you made it even halfway up the ladder, his heaving forearm scooped around your waist, hooking you by the stomach.
âCâmere,â he growled through a clenched jaw, as he peeled you from the ladder; hoisting you like a small animal, holding your back to his chest with a constricting arm, leaving your feet dangling high off the ground.
You writhed and kicked, bucking like a goat, still holding his hat tightly to your head to prevent him from snatching it back from you. âLet go of me!â You squeaked, still giggling.
âNo,â he snarled, âIâm taking my fuckinâ hat back, and then Iâm taking you back to your daddy so he can knock some goddamn sense into you.â
You whinged, clutching his thick forearm in an effort to loosen his grip; nails digging into his bronzed and hairy skin, corded with veins bulged from the exertion of keeping you contained. His body burned like a furnace, pectorals stiffening underneath you as he flexed them, while he hauled you towards the exit.
âItâs just a hat,â you whined, âyouâve probably got heaps of them.â
Your obstinance was aimless â no particular interest in the hat, and no true understanding of why you fought so desperately to keep it. Maybe you just wanted to see how far you could push him. Wanted to see what would happen.
âIt was my fatherâs,â he griped, anger approaching a boiling point as you continued to squirm around in his grip.
You groaned in dispute, still holding the leather cattleman tightly to your head. âWell he wonât be needing it, will he?â
That was a step over the line.
You knew it immediately, quick to bite your tongue after the words spat from your lips.
And his retaliation was sudden and severe; dragging you closer to the exit, he tossed you unceremoniously, almost tumbling down with you into the pile of block-shaped haybales that sat by the stable door. You landed face-down against the bale, winded, a squeak jumping from your chest with the impact; and his hat toppled from your head, rolling out of reach.
He kneeled beside you, with his forearm weighing against your lower back - you were flustered and confused by his haste. Skirt hitched up by the fall, he suddenly swung his free hand down with an open palm, smacking against the bare skin of your ass with a thunderous whack.
âAh!â You squealed, a shriek, followed quickly by a breathless whine that slipped from your lungs outside of your control. The explosive clap rang in your ears, echoing within the bowels of the stables, loud and shrill. And the sting was sharp, hot and prickling like a brand, no doubt the raised outline of his hand was quick to form in your shivering skin.
A silence followed, pregnant and heavy, and you dared not move nor breathe too loudly â you inhaled and exhaled with trembling breaths, lips parted and wet, eyes wide as you stared into the packed hay.
He was dead quiet, too. Panting throatily, he kept you in place; grip of you not easing, though he stayed utterly still. You thought he might apologise, might express some remorse, might beg for you not to tell your father what he did. But he was silent. Like he had even surprised himself.
You tilted your head slowly, peering at him doe-eyed over your shoulder. âIâm sorry,â you whimpered, close to a whisper, dripping with pleading humiliation.
âFor what?â He growled; his glower potently intimidating, a glimmer of voracity in his shadowy eyes, strained like he was suppressing greater hunger.
With a whine you turned your head back, facing ahead into the shack wall, you spoke quietly and nervously. âFor taking your hat.â
Followed another swing of his arm, wide hand colliding with your rear in another deafening crack, forcing a laboured squeak from your chest. But there was something more than pain in your throat, wasnât there? A whisper of thrill, a yelp of delight in your subsequent gasp.
And he must have heard it, took it as encouragement; as you felt the hand of his arm that pinned you down curl into a fist, balling the fabric of your dress tightly in his palm â lifting up the hem even further, you felt the cool air of the stable bite at your stinging skin as your ass was entirely exposed.
âYeah?â He rumbled, gritting teeth, huffing like a beast. âWhat else?â
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