#perfect upgrade package

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

You take off your clothes and dance for men up to three times your age (maybe more...lovely /s...)

And This Right Here is what fucking fears you hmm.

[stonedstr8]

TOKE 'N STROKE

"Ads are getting so damn invasive." Lucas thought to himself, clicking skip on yet another pointless car commercial interrupting the video essay he was watching. "You think the algorithm would know its audience by now, I'm too gay to drive!"

He laughed a little bit at the joke, running a hand through his soft, bleached blonde hair. He was the epitome of a high-maintenance twink, with his smooth, hairless body and perfect sense of style. He was smart too and liked to boast about it, with a scholarship for his English Lit degree and being made President of his university's LGBT Chapter, which he was hoping to use as a stepping stone to become Student Body President next year.

Leaning back again in his chair he reached for his cellphone, seeing a text from his boyfriend Alex.

Alex: "Hey cutie, still busy with finals this weekend, but have time for a dinner date Sunday night?"

He smiled to himself, giving an eager text back to set it up, and to wish him well on his upcoming exams. "Ugh, I need to start studying too, Monday's going to be one hell of a final... I'll focus on it and head to the library after this video and-"

Just like that, his train of thought was interrupted again by a stupid ad, this time some obnoxious psychedelic visuals and a bad electric guitar riff blared out of his monitor. It startled him so badly that he seized up for a second, accidentally clicking the ad and being brought to their store page. "Broski's Bud's, one stop ship and shop for weed strains to fix your brain..." He rolled his eyes at the cringe marketing, getting ready to close the tab when a pop-up opened trying to tell him all about a deal he 'wouldn't want to miss out on'. "No thanks, stupid site, you can keep your Bro Buds or whatever to yourself." but every time he hit X on the popup another would open, being more and more insistent each time about new deals, until finally a desperate '90% OFF AND SPECIAL STARTER KIT AS A BONUS WITH YOUR FIRST PURCHASE' filled his screen. "FINE," he scoffed at his computer, "I'll take a look at the stupid site. My therapist suggested I try out weed to help lessen my anxiety anyways, so might as well get a good deal on it..."

Clicking the pop-up added the 'starter kit' to his cart, it was a pack of pre-rolled blunts and some sort of mystery box, but the description didn't help him understand it much either. "Get ready to step into the zone and open ur mind with this one bros, Broski's Buds bestselling strain, Toke 'n Stroke, is sure to change your life by stimulating a high never felt before! This isn't your sissy uncle's strain, this shit puts hair on your chest like a real man!"

"God this is so cringe, I bet they get all kinds of business marketing to the dumb jocks in town, no wonder their brains are mush. Still, it's just weed and for $20 I might as well give it a try, I probably won't find it cheaper anywhere else..." sitting in thought about it for a few seconds, Lucas finally filled in his payment info and placed his order, getting a free upgrade to same-day delivery since they seem to have a storefront a few miles from his apartment.

"Well, there goes my library plans I guess, I'll have to wait around for delivery since my package will probably get swiped otherwise..." Lucas sighed, turning off his computer and plopping down onto the couch, picking up his Switch to play Animal Crossing and kill time.

A few hours passed and the sky got dark before finally a long buzz came from his intercom. "Took them long enough, it's nearly 9pm!" he complained, putting his jacket on to head downstairs. When he got down there the delivery guy had already gotten into his car again, driving away and leaving Lucas to carry the package back upstairs all on his own. It was bigger than he expected, taking both hands to lift it and keep it stable. "Jesus, this thing must weight like 40 pounds! What did they put in here?"

After a bit of struggling and the occasional break to catch his breath, Lucas pushed his package into the living room, collapsing on the floor next to it for a while. "After that workout I'm surprised I don't look like the douchebags around campus." he laughed to himself, bouncing up to get a box cutter and pry his package open. After taking the carton of pre-rolled blunts out, he started into the box with a bit of confusion and disgust, pulling things out one after the other.

"A sleeveless tank top that says 'Toke 'n Stroke Bro'... A pair of douchey sunglasses... Some red gym shorts, socks and slides... Ew, a snapback saying 'Who ate all the pussy?', why the fuck would anyone wear this!... And 2 dumbbells, no wonder this thing was so heavy! All of this is useless shit that's gonna end up in a donation bin now, I'll have to drop this trashy stuff off tomorrow on my way to the library... But hey, at least the weed seems fine, smells... potent." He said, tossing everything back into the box and taking a whiff of one of the blunts.

Kicking back on the couch again, he played with the blunt in his hand for a while before finally having the courage to light it up, taking a hit. Immediately he started coughing, not used to the sensation, but it did make his brain start to feel... fuzzy. "Damn, okay I need to push past it and get used to it." he said, lighting up for another hit of the blunt, this time barely a cough escaping his throat, feeling suspiciously more used to it. Then another, and another, until finally the whole blunt was gone. Sitting in his daze for a while, he enjoyed the sensation of his mind drifting around experiencing the high, his anxiety melting away as if he didn't have a care in the world. Eventually he decided to try and get up, but his body slumped over off the couch and hitting the floor, the room fading to black...

...

When Lucas finally came to again, the first thing that hit him was the strong smell of weed floating around in the air. "Damn bro, did I smoke the whole set or what..." he laughed groggily, getting ready to stretch out and get back to laying on the couch before he was startled by the sound of moaning blasting from his TV, eyes shooting open in confusion. On the screen, two busty lesbians were making out, them taking turns groping each others boobs and fingering each other. "What the fuck bro, how long has this been on?" he cursed, nervous that the neighbors nextdoor might have heard it playing as he started desperately looking for the remote.

When he couldn't find it in the cushions, he got up from the couch only to be met with his feet kicking a bunch of empty beer cans. "Dude, there's gotta be 2 dozen thrown all over the floor, did I have a party or something? I don't even know anyone who drinks beer..." he mumbled, going to scratch his head in confusion, but was even more confused when instead of his hair he felt a hat on top of his head. "Huh?" he thought, as he looked down at the floor again, noticing that instead of his skinny jeans and converse he was now wearing the socks and slides from the box, along with the sleeveless tank top and the shorts too. He stumbled his way to the bathroom door still baked out of his mind, mouth dropping open at his reflection in the full-length mirror in front of him.

"Broooo, am I dreaming or what the fuckkkk is going on" he said in disbelief. No more was the cute, pale twink he used to be staring back at him. Instead, a douchey bro he didn't recognize was standing face to face with him. Tanned skin, pillowy muscles, his once blonde hair turned into a brown buzz cut and with that stupid "Who ate all the pussy?" hat slapped over it. He touched his face, feeling along his chin where his once smooth skin now had a rougher texture, and a trashy chinstrap sprouted from his jawline. He slapped his face a few times in his daze, trying to wake up from the dream and growing more confused each time nothing changed.

Turning around and staggering back to his living room to try and make sense of what's going on, it hit him that he barely recognizes the room anymore. His apartment used to be perfectly maintained and well-decorated, now there was beer cans all over the floor, along with dirty socks and cummed-in underwear, greasy pizza boxes and chip bags all over the table and counter, the decorations on his walls had been torn down and replaced with posters of chicks in bikinis and sports teams, his Switch replaced with an X-Box and a stack of COD games next to it, DVD cases of trashy bro-comedies were thrown around near the TV too... Then the smell hit him, it STUNK in here, like a sickening mixture of weed, cheap body spray, and sour BO wafting in a heat around the room. "Bro, it fucking reeks in here... Or wait..." he mumbled as he gave himself a whiff, "I fucking reek!"

After a bit of stunned silence he finally started to process things in his brain again. How the fuck did he get like this, was any of this even real, and how does he get back to normal? He plopped back onto the couch, picking up his phone to see he had a handful of missed texts and calls from his boyfriend before noticing the time... 2:00pm. On Sunday. He had somehow been blacked out for 2 whole nights, with no memory of anything that had happened. While getting ready to call his boyfriend back, Lucas felt his insides rumbling and at first he thought it was from the munchies because of all the weed, but then he realized "Oh bro, all that double-cheese pizza is really gonna fucking..."

*PHRRRBBBTTT!*

His body instinctively lifted its leg as it pushed out the loudest and most obnoxious fart he'd ever ripped in his life, as his body seemed to react on its own, letting out an immature laugh and wafting the air before muttering "Fuck yeah bro, smells like victory!" He leaned back into the couch, remembering he needed to call Alex, but the loud moaning on the TV caught him off guard again. This time he locked eyes with the screen, the cock in his shorts immediately bulging and straining at the sight of the lesbian porn before him. "I really need to turn this shit off and get whatever's going on sorted out..." he thought, but he realized he couldn't move his hand to reach for his phone, instead it reacted on its own, reaching down his waistband to pull out his cock and start stroking for the busty babes on TV.

"All I do is Toke 'n Stroke, bro..." a voice in his head seemed to say, except it didn't come from within, he spoke it directly out of his own mouth.

"Wait, I didn't say that bro, it's-" he tried to talk, realizing that his thoughts echoed around stuck in his own head, not even leaving the lips of his own body. He was just stuck there, watching in a dazed horror as he went on autopilot.

"Toke 'n Stroke bro, I'm such a loyal customer Broski's Buds will HAVE to take me as a hype boy this time haha!" his voice spoke again, continuing to stroke for the porn on TV, Lucas's eyes stuck fixed on the screen. Suddenly though, he was interrupted by his phone vibrating, a text from his boyfriend coming through.

Alex: "Hey cutie, I hope everything is alright? You haven't answered my calls or texts in a couple days, I know it's busy with all your studying but we do still have dinner planned for tonight. Still on for me to pick you up at 5?"

"Oh thank God," Lucas thought, reading the message, "I can tell him what's going on and have him come over to help me fix this shit!" Unlocking his phone, Lucas let out a sigh of relief as he got ready to reply, only for his body to still be taken over by whatever douchey daze it was stuck in.

Lucas: "dont u ever come around me u faggy creep, if me or my bros ever catch u within 100 feet of us we'll give u the beating of a lifetime! fuck around n find out if u dare to show ur face here."

Lucas screamed internally as the message was typed out and sent in front of his very eyes, before his hand moved to block his boyfriend's number and turn his phone off. "Something is seriously fucking wrong with me bro, I need to-"

*PHHRRRRBBBTTTTTT*

Another obnoxious and sickening fart blasted out of his ass, filling the room and breaking Lucas's thoughts down into a daze again, as he felt around under the couch for something before pulling a sweaty, well-used fuck toy of a girls ass and pussy up from the mess.

As Lucas once again locked eyes with the TV, he took another hit from his dwindling blunt stash, finishing up the last one. After throwing what was left onto the floor, he prepared the fuck toy and slid it right down onto his cock, starting to bounce the toy up and down as he edged himself closer to finishing.

"If I can't figure out a way to snap out of this, I'm so fucked..." he thought, as his voice spoke again. "Toke 'n Stroke bro, this chick is soooo getting fucked!" He moaned, as he shot his thick load into the toy, feeling some of his braincells permanently shoot out with it, sloppily wiping the mess on the cushion next to him as he laid back, feeling his insides start to bubble again.

Lucas had a lot of Bro Time to catch up on, but luckily his new favorite weed strain was making sure that he was a captive audience until he was fully converted and assimilated into just another Bro.

[0097linersb]

Little White Lies (m)

Pairings: Satoru Gojo x Reader

Genre: Smut, basically pwp, kind of fluff for a bit

Word count: 5k~

Summary: Satoru gets too excited at the thought of being your husband.

Follow me on twitter: marmitasatosugu <3 I´ll proofread this some other day

You thanked God every day that Satoru had the attention span of a 2-year-old considering that you often got away with stuff solely because he was walking around pointing at random clouds or rambling about what movie to watch later. Shoko joked once that you should just leash him after he rushed excitedly to feed some pigeons on the street, but you just laughed it off – you loved the way he was, fully and completely.

Now to quote an example: after a few years of dating, sometimes you found yourself telling a little white lie around, simply because it was so much easier to just call Satoru your husband rather than your boyfriend, especially since it made people take you so much more seriously. It started small, workers had been referring to the man as your spouse for so long that at some point, you just stopped correcting them. It was great, it was practical; people would treat you with more respect and you would have fun inside your little fantasy world.

“My husband will pay for it, the one with the white hair over there.”

“Good afternoon, I´m looking for a gift for my husband.”

“My husband will pick it up later, thank you.”

“Put it on my husband´s tab, please.”

Satoru never caught on to it and you´d much rather that he never did – but once again, the probabilities of it happening were low: if you weren´t holding his hand, he was probably far from you, exploring the big world around him and all its wonders. But oh well, your luck couldn´t last forever.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Y/N,” The receptionist with the Hawaiian shirt smiled once you and Satoru walked inside the resort hand-in-hand. “This must be your husband, welcome to Crystal Waves, Mr. Gojo. Congratulations on the wedding!”

Frozen in place for a second, you couldn´t for the life of you look at your boyfriend. It´s not that you were ashamed, it was a silly little thing that you knew Satoru wouldn´t mind or judge you for, it´s just that… He would tease you so much, you´d never hear the end of it.

You had forgotten all about how when making the reservations, after a long conversation with the lady on the phone, somehow you ended up with free upgrades because apparently it was your honeymoon – Technically, all you said was that the reservation was for you and your husband, she was the one who, probably trying to be nice, commented that she was surprised because you sounded so young, therefore asking if you were newlyweds, so naturally you agreed because the little lie you told was now too far along to take back.

That was almost two months ago, of course you´d forgotten about it. If you hadn´t, you could have just filled Satoru in on the little story, he would love to play pretend, and this was right up his alley. But you didn´t, so before he could say anything, you swallowed down the embarrassment and pretended normality, “Good afternoon, Martha. Yes, this is he.”

You still didn´t look at Satoru, but you heard him thanking her amusedly.

“We´re so glad to have you here,” She smiled as another worker brought you welcome orange cocktails with a beautiful pink flower decorating the glass before guiding you towards the front desk for check-in.

“Did you have a chance to look at all the activities we offer?” Martha asked after you finished signing the paperwork. “For some of the schedules, we ask for the reservations to be made in advance.”

“Yes, that´s understandable. I´m interested in the SPA treatments; we can book it for tomorrow if you have any spots available.”

“Yes, of course. Are we going for the complete package, back massage, facial, scalp treatment, hot stones, body rub…?”

“I think the back ma-”

“Complete package,” Satoru interrupted, tightening the hold on your hand.

“Ok, perfect. 9 AM, 2 PM or 5PM?” Martha asked, clicking away on the computer, smiling up at Satoru for his romantic gesture.

“9 sound goods.”

“Any other plans?”

You waited for Satoru to answer, since he was the one who spent days rambling about some of the stuff he wanted to do, but since he stayed silent, you cleaned your throat and took it upon yourself, “The parasailing one, what days do you have it available?”

“Will it be just your husband or you´ll be going as well?”

“Both of us.”

“Looks like we have an opening two days from now at 3 PM, does that sound good?”

“Perfect, and what about the White Stones Trail?”

“It happens every Monday at 8 AM, should I book it for the two of you?”

“Oh God no, just for my husband, please.”

You didn´t even notice you got carried away in the role until Satoru dropped your hand, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you slightly closed, his thumb rubbing the skin on your side. You still refused to look at him.

“Booked. Anything else?”

“We´d like to go scuba diving on Tuesday.”

“We have a boat leaving at 10 AM.”

“Sounds good. I guess that´s all for now.”

“All set then, these are the keys to your room. The elevator is at the end of the hall to your left, press 10. Your bags are already waiting for you inside. Hope you have an incredible stay and please find me if you need anything.”

You both thanked Martha before you spun in your heels and tried to make a run for it, your escape plan being quickly ruined by Satoru´s hand finding yours once again, holding you close. Taking a deep breath, you accepted defeat and prepared yourself mentally for the next days of hell.

“So…” Satoru started once you were out of earshot from the main desk. You didn´t look at him but you could tell just by the tone of his voice that he was smiling as you walked down the hall.

“Don´t start,” You warned.

“Too late. Husband, huh?”

“Listen, don´t get your panties in a twist-”

“Oh, I´m absolutely getting my panties in a twist.”

“There´s a logical explanation for all of this,” You informed as he pressed the elevator button.

“Which is?”

“I don´t want to talk about it.”

“But you will.”

You sighed, “When I made the reservations, I told them it was our honeymoon so we´d get upgraded and get like, some free stuff.”

The elevator doors dinged open and you walked in, not even being able to appreciate the paradisiacal panoramic beach view inside. Satoru dropped your hand now that you had nowhere to run, leaning against the glass window and crossing his arms to look at you attentively – At least that´s what you guessed since your eyes were glued to the ceiling.

“Y/N, I´m rich,” He stated as a matter of fact, because well, it was true. “You don´t need to lie to get stuff.”

Shit.

He caught you on your semi-lie - and he knew it too by the way there was a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You shouldn´t have looked at him.

“Fuck, ok,” You rolled your eyes, annoyed that he wouldn´t just accept your answer and move on. Taking another deep breath, you carefully measured your words: “Sometimes, for practical reasons, I just tell people we´re married.”

“For practical reasons?”

“Yes, it makes my life easier in certain situations.”

“And how long have you been doing this for?”

Would this damn elevator never reach your floor?

“A few months.”

“And what are you telling people I am?”

“Are you stupid? If we´re married, you´re my husband.”

“Which makes you, my wife.”

The doors finally opened and Satoru reached for your hand, practically dragging you along with his abnormally long legs as you stared at his back.

“Yes Satoru, that´s the correct term.”

“So, you're telling people that you´re my wife?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, struggling to keep up with his pace and confused at his reaction. You expected insufferable teasing for the next few days and not… Whatever this was.

“Yes Sato – Are you ok? Did you hit your head or something?”

“No,” He finally stopped in front of your room, turning around to look at you with a huge smile on his face as you caught your breath. “I´m just so hard right now.”

“You- You´re what now?” You choked out as he searched his pockets for the magnetic card that opened the door. Your eyes automatically trailed down his pants and he was indeed not lying about his current state. “Do you have a thing for elevators?”

Satoru celebrated when he found the key, positioning it against the lock and smiling when he heard the engines turning, eyes back on you as he opened the door eagerly, “No, but I do have a thing for you calling me your husband.”

He didn´t wait for an answer, pulling you into the room and practically banging the door closed before pressing you against it. Satoru ripped his black glasses off, throwing them somewhere on the floor before bending down to your height so your faces were only inches apart.

“Say it again.”

“Satoru, let´s look around the room first, enjoy the view -”

“That can wait, I´d rather enjoy this view for now.”

“´Twas expensive,” You tried again.

“I´d spend all my money on you. Now say it again.”

“What?”

“Call me your husband.”

You were still so confused, was this a trap? For some reason, Satoru seemed to be enjoying it, a bit too much even. You let your walls crumble down slightly, wrapping your arms around Satoru´s neck so you´d be more comfortable.

“My husband?” You tentatively obeyed.

He instantly groaned, crashing his lips against yours with so much need that you felt like this was your first time all over again. He started by holding your face, his hands so big that he could hold your jaw with his palms while his fingers dug at the roots of your hair on your nape. He just held you like you were absolutely everything in the world to him and that got your legs weak. His tongue massaged yours and you were whining against his mouth in no time, hands clawing at his black shirt harsher every time he grinded against you. Satoru was equally as worked up, his chest heaving up and down as his hands left your face to grab at the back of your thighs, pulling you up so you could wrap your legs around his hips.

It was so much easier kissing him like this, since you were actually able to reach him. Unfortunately though, this new position got your boyfriend´s throbbing cock right against your core which you know, did nothing to calm you down. You grabbed at his hair in pure need, making a mess out of it as he left your swollen and wet lips alone to attack your neck.

“You´re so beautiful,” He groaned against your neck after he sucked at your jugular, his hips subconsciously bucking against yours. “Can´t believe you´re mine.”

“Satoru,” You moaned as he bit into the junction of your shoulder and neck.

His lips caught yours once again in another messy and aggressive kiss, his right hand leaving your thigh to start bunching up the bottom of your dress until he could see your panties.

“I could just take you right now,” He groaned against your lips.

“Then do it.”

The corner of his lips tugged up in amusement, “Now that´s no way to treat my wife, is it?”

His own words seemed to light another fire inside him, before you could even react, he was kissing you roughly once again, spinning the two of you around and carrying you towards the bed, where he threw you unceremoniously. You yelped at the impact and once more when he grabbed at your calves, pulling you to the edge of the bed. You supported yourself up on your elbows, so you could see when he went down to his knees in between your legs.

He stayed there on the floor for a few seconds, simply admiring the wet spot on your panties, your legs folded up so they wouldn´t be dangling from the edge of the bed. As you were about to complain, he pressed his thumb right on your clit over the fabric, before slowly rubbing circles with the pad of his finger, staring at what he was doing like he was hypnotized. A gasp left your lips at the surprise feeling and his eyes, which were so focused, snapped out of the trance to look up at you.

As your eyes met, he smiled, “My wife.”

“What´s up with you?” You shakily asked as he gently slid your panties down your legs, throwing them away somewhere.

“I just like the sound of it,” Satoru answered as he grabbed at your thighs once again, positioning them on his shoulders, placing a wet kiss on your inner tight.

Your head fell back in pleasure when he bent down, slowly licking your slit from bottom to top before giving your clit a light suck. He then pulled away slightly and you could already see his lips glistening, his arms wrapped around your tights firmly.

“Tell me you´ll marry me.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, not familiar with this type of foreplay and not sure if this was the right setting for this type of discussion. In response to your silence, he dove back in, his tongue eagerly working on your clit – Why did your boyfriend, besides being rich and extremely hot, also have to be good at just fucking everything?

As soon as you left a moan out and he felt your body start twitching at his ministrations, he leaned back once again, “Tell me.”

He looked at you so hungrily that you heard yourself answering before even realizing, “I´ll marry you, Satoru.”

“And that we will have a big, beautiful family.”

And suddenly, it all made sense: Gojo Satoru, the single most powerful sorcerer in the whole world, unraveled at the thought of marrying you, of you being his, of being loved and having a happy family. Your chest filled with so much love suddenly; your boyfriend was such a loser.

“I´ll give you all that,” You agreed.

Even if it was a fantasy, for this moment it didn´t have to be.

You gave him the answer he wanted, and he excitedly went back to his job after hearing your words. His tongue expertly lapping at you in between kisses and sucks, one of your hands flying to grab at his hair to try and ground yourself. Even after years with this man, you´d never be able to get used to just how good he was at fucking you - and today especially, after a long time of not being touched because either you or him were always away for work, you were feeling extra sensitive.

Satoru knew exactly what to do to get you squirming in record time, flatting his tongue to draw circles against your clit, flicking his tongue from side to side, up and down, fucking it into you and it just drove you absolutely crazy. Even his groans of pleasure as he ate you out with so much hunger, vibrating against you, got your head spinning.

“I´m close,” You moaned, as if he didn´t already know.

“Not yet, hang in there,” He stopped, breathing hard and turning his head to the side, vehemently kissing the inner part of your thigh twice more before sitting up on his knees. “I´m having fun.”

He completely ignored your whines of protest, sitting you up so his face was now right in front of your boobs. Satoru smiled in victory at the view, softly sliding the two straps of your dress down your shoulder until all the fabric fell to your waist. Your boyfriend wasted no time, kissing all over the skin of your chest and leaving what soon would be many deep purple marks, his thumb teasing your nipples.

“Have I told you how much I love your boobs?”

“A few times,” You joked in between gasps, you both knew he would tell you that like, at least once a day.

“If I could just hold them all day I´d be the happiest man on earth,” Was the last thing he said before his mouth latched around your nipple, your back arching into the touch.

Once Satoru was satisfied with his work, he gently pushed you back into bed and climbed on top of you, supporting his weight on his two arms. At this point, you were just praying that he would fuck you already, you were dripping, walls clenching around nothing so desperately it hurt – and your boyfriend wasn´t much better, in this position you could feel very clearly how much his cock was throbbing.

You whined in need as he stared at you with his pretty blue eyes and laughed at your desperation – as if you couldn´t see he was about to cum in his pants too.

“What does my baby want?” He smirked condescendingly, amused at your need.

“To be fucked,” You groaned.

“Ah, anything for my wife,” He agreed, now only supporting his weight on his left arm as he snaked his other hand in between your bodies. “Just let me open you up first.”

You would complain you didn´t need to be prepped, but before you could say anything, his middle finger was already inside you and you forgot what you were going to say. He gently and languidly pumped his finger in and out a few times, adding another when he considered you were good to go.

You were a whiny mess, especially when he curled his fingers and found spots no one ever could before.

“Will you take my family name?” Satoru asked suddenly, his face right in front of yours, attentively watching your expression, his hair tickling your forehead. You were too out of it to even process the words coming out of his mouth. “You know the Gojo Clan is one of the most important and powerful clans in the country. It would sound nice, Gojo Y/N.”

He smiled kind of sadistically at your dazed expression before continuing, his fingers not stopping even once, “Or I could take your last name, I don´t mind. Who gives a fuck about the Gojo Clan anyways? I just suggested it ´cause I´d love everyone to know you´re mine.”

Satoru sped up his fingers and you grabbed his arm, your whole body shaking as your high approached, “But if you accept, you´ll be the heiress of everything, everything will be yours, including me. You can do anything you want, order whoever you want, and spend whatever you want, I´ll let you rule over it all, one snap of your fingers and it´s yours. My wife, the head of the Gojo clan.”

A dragged-out moan left your lips not only because of his restless fingers inside of you, but also because of the whole scenario he was painting, he wanted you to have it all, he wanted to be the one to give you everything. He felt the way your walls were squeezing around him and smiled, slowing down his fingers, “But for now, I´ll be a good husband and fuck my beautiful wife until she´s crying.”

At that, your eyes lit up, quickly sitting up to unbutton his shirt as he unzipped his pants. Once he was done with his trousers, he started helping you with the buttons and you abandoned your task, deciding to litter the already exposed parts of his chest and abdomen with kisses, an “I love you” leaving your mouth in between each touch of your lips on his skin – Because you did, you loved him so much.

The show of affection drove Satoru crazy, harshly throwing his shirt away. You were equally insane at the sight of your boyfriend in just his boxers, practically salivating as if this wasn´t the thousandth time you´d seen him like this. He caught you looking at him in pure awe and smiled, leaning over you for a quick sweet kiss before getting rid of his boxers.

“I´ll get you a ring so big it´ll weigh on your finger,” He informed as he climbed on top of you. “Everyone will be able to spot it from miles away.”

“Don´t want it, just want you.”

“You already have me,” He held your face, his eyes so intense you froze for a second. “Always had, always will.”

“What a simp,” You teased as if you weren´t right about to cry.

“Only for my wife,” He smiled, admiring your face.

“And now will my husband finally please fuck me?”

You said it kind of jokingly, but the title appeared to do the trick anyways; you felt his cock twitching against your thigh before he grabbed at one of your legs, pushing your knee slightly up and groaning as he grabbed his member to position it against you.

After all this lovey-dovey talk, you kind of expected Satoru to want to make slow gentle sappy love to you, and you wouldn´t exactly mind since that was amazing as well, but oh you were so wrong. You had miscalculated how horny the thought of being your husband got your boyfriend, because as he entered you, a loud groan left his lips and while normally he would wait for you to adjust to his size, this time he just kept going. At least he was slow with it, slow enough that you could feel every vein, every inch of his skin against your walls, every ridge, every bump.

You dug your nails into his back to distract yourself from the discomfort as he bottomed out, his lips open in a silent moan, and you caught yourself thinking about how lucky you were; out of everyone in the world, you were the only one who got to see the Honored one like this, so vulnerable and beautiful and yours.

“You feel so good,” He breathed out, beginning to drag his cock out. “Every fucking time.”

You didn´t care if it hurt, you wanted him to destroy you, “Satoru?”

“Yes, beautiful?”

As he started fucking into you again, you lost your words, but the pleading look you gave him and the drag of your nails down his back sent him the message loud and clear.

“Oh,” He smirked. “How am I so lucky?”

You felt his lips on yours as he began to speed up his hips, his right hand wrapping around your thigh so he could pull you flush against his cock. You cursed, feeling like you were being impaled, “Fuck.”

“To have a beautiful sweet loving wife who wants to be fucked like a slut.”

His hips were so smooth yet so fast, knowing all the right angles to get you biting at his shoulder and squeezing your walls around him.

“And you know what´s the best? All these men wanting you will have to know you´re only mine.”

It came as a surprise to you after a few months of dating that Satoru Gojo was a jealous boyfriend. It made absolutely no sense to you, considering that he was… well, Satoru Gojo. Like, what do you mean the strongest and most powerful man in the world, who could end all civilization with a flick of his finger if he wanted to, got bothered when you and Nanami took a cooking class together?

However, you kind of liked his possessiveness over you, especially when it made him thrust harder into you, got his tongue in your mouth in public, or his hand around your neck at a bar.

He felt the way you clenched at his words, breaking apart from you with a groan and flipping you around before you could even process what was happening. The way he could just throw you around so easily got you moaning into the sheets as you arched your back waiting for him.

Satoru didn´t leave you waiting for long, a second later he was already bottoming out inside you once again, and the hotel sheets were proven to be good quality when they didn´t rip under your fingers as he fucked you like his life depended on it.

You were completely lost, brain scrambled as you communicated through moans and gasps, especially when he pulled you up by the neck so your back stood against his chest. His hand stayed there, holding you in place and choking you as his other hand teasingly found its way down your abdomen, finding your clit as its destination.

Your whole body was shaking, Satoru´s arms were probably almost bleeding with how harshly your nails dug into it so you wouldn´t scream.

“You were made for me. Your pussy was made for me,” His moan was raspy against your ear. “Mine. Only for me. Your husband.”

Satoru was close and you were doing your best to buck your hips back to meet his thrusts, already at the edge too with the way his finger kept rubbing number eights against your clit. You stretched your hand back to grab at his hair, stupid at the feeling of being fucked open. He groaned at you pulling his hair, biting your shoulder to warn you he was about to cum.

“Inside,” You rasped.

He literally shivered at your words, a loud moan leaving his mouth as he thrust into you deeper than anyone had ever been before, including himself. Your vision went blank, your orgasm hitting you without warning and no time for you to prepare yourself, your body twitched violently as gasps left your lips, knowing you would have fallen like a doll if Satoru hadn´t been holding your neck.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck,” He cursed, losing control at the way your walls were crazily clenching around him.

His wet and warm mouth was soon on your shoulders, desperately kissing the bite marks he was leaving. You barely felt as he came inside you, or how his cock twitched against your walls, or how you could barely breathe with how tight he held your neck once his orgasm hit, too lost in your own pleasure. You did hear the beautiful noises coming out from his lips, prolonging your orgasm.

Once the two of you came back to reality, breathing hard, Satoru gently let go of your neck, softly rubbing his thumb over the red marks. As expected, your legs failed to hold you and your chest met the bed a second later, your eyes closed to try and come down from your high.

Satoru stayed on his knees, eyes glued to the way you were dripping out because of your walls´ spasms. He just couldn´t help himself, gathering all his cum that spilled with his fingers, ignoring your whines of protest, and pushing it all back in.

“Just a second baby,” He answered dazedly, his fingers still working.

He was obsessed, addicted to the view. No matter how much your body twitched because of the overstimulation, he couldn´t stop pumping his fingers into you, feeling how wet and slick you were around him. He groaned at the way your lips were swollen because of him, thumb gently rubbing your clit. He continued until your whines turned into moans, until your hips stopped trying to run away and instead bucked back against his fingers, until he felt himself getting hard again.

You didn´t complain when you felt his cock entering you once again, his lips worshiping your back as your eyes remained closed, slightly arching your hips to give him better access as he slowly and gently fucked you. Satoru caressed your hair and kissed your temples, your nape, your eyes, all while calling you beautiful and telling you how much he loved you.

…………………………………………….

“Gojo Satoru.”

Sensing your tone, he didn´t answer in pure fear.

The silence made you leave the bathroom, staring at your boyfriend who was in bed looking at you with wide eyes, “What´s wrong, baby?”

“We´re at a beach resort,” You said in between gritted teeth. “How the fuck am I supposed to go to the beach when it looks like I have been mauled by a bear after being dragged around town by a car?”

“I´m sorry, I got carried away.”

“Oh my god, call Martha and cancel the SPA day tomorrow.”

“I can give you a massage-”

“You´re never touching me again, Satoru.”

He smirked at that, “Yeah, give me a few hours and we´ll see.”

You hated that he was right.

[earl-grey-teacake]

Omg we need the Fernando Aston Martin story! It would be hilarious like just imagine George trying to convince Logan that he should drive for Mercedes but Logan doesn’t even know what he is talking about and because he practised his lines with Fernando he does not agree😂

Sorry it took so long 😅

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"Logan, what's your favorite team?" George asked, his eyes laser-focused.

Unlike his father, Logan was more preoccupied with the green cap in his arms. "Aston!" He yelled, holding the cap up with the biggest smile on his face.

The response did not elicit the same effect with George sighing and Toto looking displeased, a silent "fix this". Lewis seemed quite amused at the situation, already texting Fred to get a team kit in kids size for Logan.

"No, it's Mercedes. Can you say Mercedes?" Stress evident in George's voice.

"Mercedes!" Logan smiled and pointed at the Mercedes logo in the engineer's room.

Lewis leaned over the table and asked, "Buddy, who's your favorite driver?"

Logan paused for a moment, looking up at the ceiling, his face pensive. "Alonso!"

"Ugh!" George put his head in his hands.

It was bad enough he foolishly let Fernando babysit Logan, "something something bonding with his nephew". Logan had come tottering back, happy from an exciting game of tag and lots of $200 Japanese grapes, going on and on to Shov, Marcus, and Bono about how "Aston was so fun" and their "Car is really fast" and the most egregious of all, "Aston is the best!" "Alonso is the best!"

Some of the engineers smiled while Toto's frown deepened. Lewis laughed, "Why? Why is Alonso your favorite?"

Like being asked to recite the alphabet, Logan recounted the script Fernando had him memorize, earning a fancy grape as a reward for each line he recited perfectly. "Alonso is the bestest driver in the world. He is fast, and cool, and really smart. He is better than the grid.”

Each word was slow, methodical, and said with a smile. Logan looked up expectantly at the crowd, clearly expecting a reward or praise for his perfect recitation.

“I’m going to kill Fernando!” George scowled as James Allison started to look at the upgrade package, deciding on what could be implemented for the next race that would leave Aston Martin in the dust. The others returned to their work, emboldened by a sense of either deep competition or revenge.

“Logan, come here. We’ll leave everyone to do their work” Toto called out. Logan hopped off the car and followed him, the green cap in hand. Maybe with enough treats, Logan can unlearn whatever ridiculous thing Aston Martin taught him. If Mercedes needed to fly in expensive fruit from Japan, they can write it off as a business expense.

Official F1 Group Chat [official use only]

George: watch your back Fernando

Lando: Woah

Max: ???

Charles: is this an official thing?

Carlos: what happened?

Alex: George

Fernando: what did I do?

George: you know what you did! Lance too!

Lance: What did I do?

George: brainwashed my son into an Aston Martin fan

Lando: 😧

Charles: 😮

Max: 😨

Carlos: 😬

Lance: it’s not brainwashing! He just saw the truth😎

Fernando: 😎 no regrets

Lewis: to the brainwashing?

George: I’m sending you both into a wall

Alex: George

Lando: bit of an overreaction

Fernando: Soon Oscar will see the light that is Aston Martin

Lando: Stay away from my son

Carlos: 😨

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Thank you for the ask! I had a lot of fun answering this!

[detectivestucks]

Home for the Holidays

18+ content, Minors Do NOT Interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: You just broke up with your boyfriend of five years and decided to take an extended stay with your mom and step dad for the holidays. You start to rekindle your high school relationship when your jealous stepfather, Kakashi, steps in.

Warnings: NSFW, Stepcest, Oral male receiving, leg grinding, rough doggy, unprotected penetration.

Word Count: 6.1k

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The last of the packages are piled in the car. Each one wrapped in crisp shiny paper, adorned with red and white bows, and labeled with a sticker in the corner. One last check of your hair in the rearview mirror and you turn over the engine with the push of a button. You back out of your drive, headed to your mom’s house for Christmas. 

You recently broke up with your boyfriend and asked him to move out. Your apartment does nothing but remind you of your lost relationship so your mom and step dad offered to let you stick around during the holidays for an extended stay.

“I’m home!”

“Y/N!” Your mom hurries to the front door and gives you a big hug

“Hi Mom” you hold her tightly, happy to see her.

“Hey Y/N”

You see your step dad stand in the front hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Hi Kakashi” you say with a smile. Your mom was so lucky. After she left your dad, your mom got a major upgrade when she married Kakashi. Your dad was a good looking man but that’s all he had going for him. He was lazy and never seemed to be able to hold down a job. You remember the day that broke your mom. She screamed at you when you told her how much it cost to apply to colleges. She was stressed, buckling under the pressure to provide while the person who was supposed to be her partner failed her time and time again. 

The next day you went out and secretly got a job then waited for your first paycheck to apply to schools. When your mom had stopped by your room and offered you the money for your applications you admitted that you already had it taken care of. When she asked you how and you showed her your paystub she sobbed on your bed. Apparently you, a high school student, were able to bring home more income than your lazy good-for-nothing father. In her eyes he ran out of excuses that day and she was tired of him holding her back. Instead of numbers she saw a message. It was time for her to make a change. 

Shortly after you left for school your mom met Kakashi. A man even more handsome than your father and more importantly, a provider. There was a bit of an age gap between them but it never seemed to bother them. Sure he was younger, but he was so accomplished, well mannered, and financially stable that those 10 years seemed to be a lie. They had a perfect relationship, one that you tried to replicate but instead you found yourself with a man just like your dad. 

Recently you found the strength to get out of the cycle of disappointment. To demand he either get a job or move out. When he chose the latter you were crushed. All you were to him after five years was a meal ticket. You weren’t important enough to put in a little effort and get a job. It was crushing but it’s for the better. Now you can find someone like Kakashi. A real man who can provide or at the very least, be an equal partner. 

You bring all the gifts inside and place them under the tree before you go back to your car to get your suitcase. 

“No, no, I got it.” Kakashi says gently pushing you back. 

“Kakashi, you don’t have to.”

“Too late.” he softly jokes.

You feel a small blush cover your face. It could be the cold breeze fluttering through the street but it had been so long since any man had done something kind and well mannered for you that you almost forgot what chivalry looked like. 

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The next morning you wake to the smell of breakfast. I’m gonna love staying here if they plan to do this every morning. You think to yourself. You get out of bed and change into some yoga pants and a v-neck sweater along with matching thigh high socks. You toss your hair up into a messy bun and allow some face framing pieces to stick out. 

“Well don’t you paint the picture of comfort”

“Morning Kakashi”

“You look cute”

“Morning Mom”

“What are you getting into today?”

“I was gonna go hang out with Krystal later.”

“That sounds fun. I didn’t know she was in town.”

“Yeah, she moved back to the area for work. Got a job nearby.”

“Good for her. It'll be nice for you to have company while you’re in town.”

“Yeah, I’m really excited to see her.”

You take a seat at the table by your mom when Kakashi brings over the plates, setting one down in front of you.

“Thank you Kakashi. It looks delicious.”

“You’re welcome.”

You whip out your phone and take a picture of your food with your mom in the background. You type Good to be back and share it to your story. Soon after you phone starts buzzing with notifications of your old high school friends saying hi and excited to see you back in town. 

“Sounds like you’re gonna be busy when you’re in town.”

You shrug your shoulders, “Yeah, possibly.”

You check your phone and notice one name that stands out in particular. Your ex boyfriend from high school, Tyler. 

Hey cutie, glad to see you’re back in town. We should catch up later.

Hey Ty, you in town for the holidays too?

Yeah, how long are you in town for?

Three weeks, you?

Till New Years day.

Wanna meet up tonight?

Our old spot?

Sounds perfect. I’ll see you then.

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Though you’re not trying to get back together with your ex, a rebound right about now sounds nice. You put a little extra effort into your appearance as you brush out your loose curls and iron out your skirt with your hands. Simple makeup with a rose colored gloss, a dusty pink sweater dress with dusty pink thigh high socks and black knee high boots to go with your long black coat. You grabbed your hat and gloves on your way out the door but as you’re about to leave you catch Kakashi. 

“Someone’s dressed to impress”.

“That obvious, huh?”

“Who’s the guy?”

“Ty”

For a second you think you see Kakashi’s face flash before returning to its usual smile. You blink a few times, realizing you were imagining things. 

“You kids have a good time, though maybe not too good of a time, if you catch my drift.”

You roll your eyes with an embarrassed giggle. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Night!”

“Night”

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“That’s it baby. Just like that. Feels s’good”

You're on your knees on the passenger side of Ty’s car ignoring the Top40 radio station playing in the background. How’d you get in this position, you ask? Well, dinner brought up a lot of old feelings and your recent breakup left you touch starved. Add in a little liquor and you got yourself a quick car blowjob like the two of you used to do back in high school. 

“Fuck you’ve gotten so much better at this.”

“Mhm” you agree, mouth stuffed full. You pull back releasing with a small ribbon of saliva connecting you. “Well it helps that I’m not a virgin anymore” You go back down on him. 

“If you- fuuck-if you don’t m-mind, shit-I’d like to-to keep seeing-ah-you, while you’re b-back”

You loved how you were making him weak and choking over his words. It gave your ego some much needed inflation. 

pop

“Yes, I’d enjoy that quite a bit actually” you purr before licking a stripe up his shaft. You resumed bobbing up and down along his length with hollowed cheeks. At the end of the night you swallowed his load before he pulled you up into a heated and passionate kiss swearing he should’ve never let you go. The entire evening was filled with warmth and you drove home high on endorphins.

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You quietly open the front door of your parents house trying not to wake anyone as you come home for the night. You take off your coat and boots in the foyer and turn to slip upstairs. 

“-shit! Kakashi, you scared me!”

When you had turned to go up the stairs you almost ran into your Stepdad. 

“I see you didn’t heed my warning about having too much fun.”

You look at him in surprise. “I-I thought that was a joke” you whisper. A small laugh slips out as you say it. “I’m literally a single adult. Why would you care? What I do is none of your concern so long as it’s not happening in your house.”

Kakashi gets very close to you in the darkness of the house. You take a few steps back but he keeps moving forward. You go to step backwards one more time only for your heel to kick the wall. Kakashi keeps advancing placing one arm on the wall by your face, caging you in when he lowers his face to your ear,

“You’re my daughter. What you do and who you do will always be my concern.”

Your throat bobs as you swallow his words. You feel his lips ghost over your cheek and down your neck, soft kisses pressed against the sensitive skin. 

It was wildly inappropriate. He had no right to tell you who to date and he definitely had no business touching you like this. He is your mom’s husband. But did that stop your eyes from fluttering shut? Did that prevent your heart from missing a beat? Did that change how your breath faltered? No, it did not. You were shamefully turned on by his advance and he knew it. 

“I don’t want you seeing that boy again” he whispers in your ear before giving you one last kiss on the forehead and heading up to bed. 

You stood there leaning against the wall in complete shock. You had always had such a normal relationship with Kakashi. Where did this suddenly come from?

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The next day Kakashi greeted you when you came down for breakfast. Your eyes lingered on him a little longer than usual to which he gave you an inquisitive look. So was he really going to pretend like nothing happened last night? Was he going to gaslight you into believing you made it up? 

You feel your phone buzz. It was Ty. 

Had a great time last night. It was really good catching up. Can I see you again tonight?

You pause. Of course you wanted to see him. There was history there. A feeling of familiarity and a major ego boost that proved to be necessary after your recent breakup. …but Kakashi’s warning lingers in your mind. Your eyes pan up to him sitting across from you at the dinner table. You’re being crazy. Well, he’s being crazy. You shake your head to clear your mind. 

Of course. What time?

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“Hey sweetie, I’m gonna grab a quick shower. Have fun tonight. Tell Ty I say hi!”

“Thanks mom, I’ll let him know”

“Night Y/N”

“Night mom!”

Your mom walks away from your bathroom to head to hers. You finish applying your mascara and grab some stud earrings. You smile in the mirror remembering all those nights in high school when you’d pain over your hair and makeup before going to Ty’s house. He was your first boyfriend, your first love, your first everything. You didn’t even break up over a fight, you just broke up cause you chose to go to different colleges. There was still love there. Why not indulge yourself while you’re home?

You turn off the light as you walk out of the bathroom when someone grabs you by the wrist. Your arm is lifted above your head as your entire backside thuds against the wall. 

“Going somewhere?”

You feel the wind get knocked out of you, “wha-what?”

“I remember distinctly telling you to not see that boy again” 

“Kakashi’s I’m an adult and you’re not actually my father; I can date whoever I like.”

He props his leg between your own, the skirt of your dress draping over his thigh, and tightened his grip on your wrist before leaning into your ear

“Nice try” he punctuates his words with a kiss to your cheek. “But you’re forgetting who’s house you’re staying at.”

“Kakashi I’m going on this date” you whisper, wind blown but still not taking his possessive behavior laying down. 

“Then let me make sure you go with a clear head”

He rests his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes through his lashes. His gaze was intense. It penetrated your mind, letting him see all the filthy thoughts that surfaced in the compromising position he had you in. Your lids flutter closed, guilt creeping over you till Kakashi’s thigh found its way against your underwear. You shudder from the sudden contact, feeling how warm he was against you. 

“If that’s the case, I gotta make sure you’re satisfied before you get any desperate ideas on your date.”

He presses his thigh harder between your legs, rocking his knee up and down. You bite your lip trying to pretend it doesn’t feel heavenly but it does, it really does. A small moan escapes you. 

“Good girl, say that again”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the sound of his deep husky voice. He pushes up against you again, his grip further tightening on your wrist with excitement. You instinctually rut against him, making your lip quiver. A smile stretches his lips. He was watching you with his predator’s gaze, enjoying how you pleasure yourself on his thigh. He applied more pressure between your legs, tugging against your labia just right. Your chest falls as a loud groan slips out. 

“Grind on my leg, pretty girl. I wanna see you make yourself cum.”

You open your eyes and stare into his brown ones, your pupils blown wide. You tentatively start to rut against him. He leans closer and you slowly relax into him with each rock of your hips. He leans the side of his face against your hair. You bring your free hand up to his shoulder for support. Fingers gripping into his shirt, finding your balance as you feel yourself fall into pleasure. 

“Keep going pretty girl. You’re doing a good job, I can feel how wet you are.”

You softly moan. He releases your wrist letting both of your arms drape around his neck. Hands clutching onto him, desperately seeking stability from the dizzying sensation that overwhelms you. Kakashi’s hands reach into your hair, pulling you in closer. 

You drag your folds against his thigh more harshly. The fabric of your underwear providing the much needed friction. Your head is swimming as you lean against Kakashi. 

“Smear those juicy lips all over my pants, baby. I wanna see the wet stain from your cum.”

You bite your lip as your head collapses onto his shoulder. The dirty talk, the taboo, the friction, the closeness, the risk of getting caught. You feel it all build in your core. 

“Cum pretty girl, cum for daddy.”

He kisses your neck in the most sensitive spot as you rut desperately on him, fingers clutching tighter till warmth spreads throughout your body. A rush of pleasure and exhaustion overcomes you as you fall limp against his firm chest. 

“Good job baby, daddy’s proud of you.” 

He turns his head to kiss your cheek. You look at him, eyes falling to his mouth. He pauses before lightly pressing a kiss on your parted lips. 

He pulls you off of him, lifting your face up by your chin. In a sarcastic tone be chides,

“Have fun on your date. This is the last time you’re seeing that boy. You’re forbidden from seeing him again after tonight so say your goodbyes” 

He straightens up and walks away. You’re left standing alone in the hallway feeling used.

Why was he messing with you like this? 

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“What are you doing tonight sweetie?” Your mom asks while stabbing the last bites of waffle with her fork and bringing it up to her open mouth.

You look down at your lap blushing

“Oh? A third date. Does this mean you are officially getting back together?”

You glance up at your mom and can’t help but notice Kakashi’s face. He looked livid. Your expression faltered a bit before you fully focused on your mom. You shrug.

“We’re gonna talk it over tonight. We broke up on really good terms and we’re both single and he’s so nice. Plus if I’m gonna be in town for awhile-”

Your sentence is cut off by Kakashi clearing his throat and adjusting himself in his seat. 

“You okay honey?”

Your mom rubs soothing circles on Kakashi’s back while his eyes bore into you.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just think why not leave high school in the past where it belongs?”

“I don’t know babe. I think it’s kinda romantic rekindling after all these years. You should’ve seen how cute they were together at prom.”

“Mom stop”

“Yes babe, please stop.”

“Whaaat! I’m just saying! You guys looked like you were getting married in your white prom dress.”

“Yes I remember you crying. It was so embarrassing.”

“Ouch! Babe, are you sure you’re okay?”

Your mom rips her hand out of Kakashi’s grasp, shaking it with a smile on her face.

“Sorry love, I’m a little distracted. I think I’m gonna head to the gym this morning. Clear my head.”

“Yeah, work on those big muscles for me. Maybe next time you break my hand.” Your mom says with a playful elbow to his side. Kakashi half smiles and gives her a peck on the cheek. 

“Here let me clean these up” He reaches over and starts stacking all the plates to bring them over to the sink. Your mom gives you a questioning look. You shrug and pretend to not know what’s wrong but you feel your gut wrench. 

Your head is swirling with questions. Why does he care so much? He’s married…to your mom no less. Does he just want to have claim to you both or does he actually have feelings for you? But it doesn’t matter. He’s married to your mom.

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Kakashi heads to the gym and when he comes home he ignores you for the rest of the day. He spends time with your mom till she gets ready to leave to go to her girlfriend's christmas party. 

“Bye sweetie.” she coos as she kisses her husband.

“Bye my love.” He gives her a passionate kiss right in front of you. One so inappropriate that it had you questioning if it was just an act to make you jealous.

“Bye mom, have fun!”

She looks over at you with a knowing look, “You too!” She gives you a wink and walks out the door. You turn to go upstairs and start getting ready to see Ty, this time ignoring Kakashi. Let him see how it feels to be ignored. 

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You're looking for jewelry to compliment your fitted black leather top and flowy bright red pants when you see him out of the corner of your eye.

“Yes?”

“Are you really going to start dating him again?”

“What’s it to you?”

“I don’t like watching you date loser men.”

“Aww. Sweet.” you say with a bite. 

Kakashi moves in close to you. “I don’t appreciate the sarcasm.”

“I don’t appreciate you interfering in my love life.”

Kakashi backs you up into the wall, arms pressing into it by each side of your face. 

“I spent five years watching you date that idiot. Five years watching him devour you with his eyes, kiss your soft lips, cling to your side like the unworthy weevil he is. I’m not doing it again”

“It’s almost like you have feelings for me or something,” you chide

Kakashi leans in, closing his eyes and taking a long draft of your scent. He kisses behind your ear. 

“I tried to be respectful of your relationship but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna stand by and let you enter into another one.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? You respected my relationship when you’re literally married to my mom?! What about respecting your marriage?!”

“Enough!” he snaps back. “I’ll not have you talk back to me in my own house!”

“And I’ll not have you disrespect my mom. I want answers!”

Kakashi crashes his lips against your ruby ones, painted to match your dress pants. You try to pull back but his hand grabs the back of your head, keeping you still. He doesn’t want to hear any more of your thoughts. He just needs you. Needs to taste you and feel you. Needs to dominate you and claim you. You’re rightfully his and it was time you realized that.

He pushes his tongue past your lips. It’s not a request, it’s a demand. Your resolve quickly unravels as his pink muscle licks its way through your mouth. He pulls you into him, his hand snaking around your waist, fingers gripping your leather top and he crushes you into his chest. 

You feel his swollen muscles, still bulging from his earlier workout, press into your soft stomach. A moan falls past your lips as you study his frame through your clothed bodies. You want to trace it with your fingers and as you imagine it he sucks on your tongue, pulling it out of your mouth. Your shoulders drop, relaxing into him, surrendering to his desires. He releases your tongue and sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, pulling the pigment off of it. His desire smearing your perfect powdered face. You teethe on his upper lip giving into your carnal desires right along with him. 

He releases your mouth and cradles your head. You pant into his neck, gripping his shirt in your hands. “That’s my girl. Give in to daddy.”

You let out a small whine in agreement and begin kissing his neck, leaving behind some of your lipstick. His head lolls back in ecstasy, his groan of triumph filling your ear. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Being pursued like this, being viewed as a prize, especially by someone as hot as him. Your morals lapse. You want all of him to yourself. You selfishly crave him, trying to claim him as your mouth works up the column of his throat and along his jaw.

His fingers run along the seams of your top, looking for how to take it off. Searching for the invisible zipper that will free your tits from their cage. His desire to ravage you is clouding his mind. He doesn’t care how it will impact his marriage. He just needs to explore every inch of you as soon as his damned hands can rid your body of your lovely clothing. In his desperation to strip you he begins to scold,

“How dare you dress like this for another man. You little slut. You just wanted to get fucked.”

“I was going on a date. The whole point was to look impressive.”

“Don’t get me started on that date. I was clear that you’re forbidden from seeing that boy again.”

“I already told you, you're not my dad.” you breathe.  Your mind turned to mush from lust as he groped you in search of a way to get off the damned shirt.

However that last comment really got to him. He grasps your hair by your intricate up-do, fisting it and yanking back hard. “How dare you.”

“How dare I what?” You tease. You challenge his authority as you look up at him through lidded eyes.

He gives up on tearing off your clothes and instead forces you to your knees by your hair. He frees his heavy length from his sweatpants and shoves it against your lips. You look up at him still testing his rule over you.

“Open”

Your eyes glare back at him in defiance. He yanks your head back by the hair causing your lips to part as a little whine of pain slips out. He seizes the opportunity and stuffs your mouth with his angry cock, letting it fill you till it hits the back of your closed throat. Your ruby lips looked so beautiful stretched around his girth. It made him twitch. A little cry emitting from you as you feel the movement.

“I’m your daddy” he snaps “No one else, just me.” His fingers tighten in your hair, “Now relax that pretty throat and let me sink all the way in.”

You cave to his demand and nod up at him with doe eyes. Your lids fall shut and you take a deep breath in through your nose, allowing his musk to fill your nostrils and swim around your mind. Your heart fluttered shamefully.

You relax and allow him to glide past your vocal chords. You’re suddenly eager to please him. You’re eager to show him how good you can make him feel. You press your nose flat against his silver happy trail and stick out your tongue to lick his base. You fondle him, encouraging him and letting him know you want him to bust deep in your throat. Both of his hands sink into your scalp. 

“Gods you’re perfect. J-just like that pretty girl. Keep sucking off daddy’s cock.”

He takes full control of your head with both hands still threaded through your hair. 

“Here, lemme help you, baby. Just relax for me.” 

You do as he asks and he begins to thrust wildly into your mouth. Vulgar squelching sounds fill your room as Kakashi freely fucked your face. His pace was brutal. You are all but sure your voice will be suspiciously hoarse tomorrow after tonight’s abuse. You feel your scalp go numb from the strain Kakashi’s hands are putting on your hair and your hands claw at the front of his thighs, bracing yourself so that you don’t fall over from his dizzying strokes. You can’t so much as breathe in this position. You’re dying to tap out. 

Your fingers dig into his thighs even deeper and you can feel the muscle tighten under your fingertips. You can feel the twitching of his cockhead above the overwhelming sensation of his thrusts. A series of moans fall out of his mouth and then you feel the warmth of his seed spilling down the inside of your neck.

You hold your breath just a little longer so that you can milk the rest of him before you finally push him off. Slobber falls down your chin as you greedily gulp down the air you had been deprived of. 

Bathing in victory, Kakashi leans down and grabs you at your bicep, pulling you up to throw you down on your bed. He curls his fingers under your waistband and aggressively rips down your red pants.

“I’m tired-” he punctuates the word with a hard tug of your bottoms “of you hiding my pussy from me.” He throws the pants against the wall leaving you in a black lace thong and your tight leather top.

 He stands at the foot of your bed, panting in his hunger for you. His eyes resemble those of a feral dog. You knew he was going to ruin you as his eyes drank in your figure. His pants pool  around his ankles while he looks at how the leather stretches over breasts, pushing them up and allowing the tissue to spill out of the neckline. His eyes roamed down your cinched in waist and made its way to the thin lace fabric of your thong that lightly covered your throbbing sex. A hint of cream is dripping out of your folds and soaking the sting that ran its way between the ass cheeks, only strengthening his desire to spread them.

He pulls his shirt off over his head, tossing it into a pile with your discarded pants. He feels his racing heart stop at the look in your eyes. You stare at his chest feeling almost as hungry for him as he was for you. He crawls up over you, your hands gravitating towards his muscles. Your pupils are mesmerized by the topography of his torso.

You pull him down and roll him to his back, straddling his lap, allowing the wet lace to sit directly on top of his hardening length. Your fingers lightly brush his skin, feeling out where your next gentle kiss will be placed. You allow your lips to linger each time they press into him. A ghost of a breath warming his skin as you worship every facet of his body. 

His boner can be felt growing against your warmth. He starts to roll his hips upwards against you, jolting you forward so that your hands fall by his face, catching your weight. 

“I don’t wanna wait anymore, pretty girl. I need to feel you around me.” He hisses as he continues to rut against you. His hands pulled your face down to meet his. 

“Ride it for me baby.”

You bite your lower lip and nod. Staring him in the eye as you lift yourself up and pull your thong to the side. His eyes lower to your heat, watching as he lines up his tip and groaning at the sight of his fat cock disappearing inside of you. 

You sank all the way down on him till your hips were flush against his. Kakashi bites his own lip so hard he makes himself bleed. 

“Fuck, it feels even better than I could’ve dreamed. I’ve fucked my fist so many times thinking about this moment and now here you are. Fuck”

His desperate words stir something in you. On your knees you begin to roll your hips back and forth allowing him to come out of you up to his tip before plunging him back in. Kakashi nearly goes cross eyed at the feeling. You mewl a little as the friction of the motion rubs your clit at the same time that he’s stretching you wide. You close your eyes savoring the way he feels. 

“Yes baby, just like that. Ride me just like that.”

“Yes daddy, anything for you.”

A depraved smile covers Kakashi’s face. It was filthy and wrong and he loved it. You were his. You belong to him. He coveted you, fingers sinking into your waist as he guided you back and forth. 

You lean forward, lowering your face to nest in Kakashi’s neck. Your heavy breaths rush against his sensitive skin. It was heaven to feel the warmth of your labors sweep over him. He pulls you back and forth a little faster. 

“Thank you daddy.”

“You’re welcome pretty girl”

You plant your feet under you and begin to jump up and down on him. One hand planted on his sternum. You could feel him reach his deepest depth as you sat high on your throne and the love sick gaze he gave you when you started lifting your hips, smacking them back down with force was enough to make arousal squelch out of you and run all the way down to your bedsheets. 

He loved the feeling so much but he needed to go faster. He wanted more friction. He grabs you and flips you onto your back, placing himself above you. Your legs wrap around his torso and he uses the position to pound away inside of you. You cry out rhythmically, each thrust raising your voice an octave as your mind struggles to comprehend the pleasure of how Kakashi fills you.

He leans up, giving his arm just enough space to rub his thumb pad over your engorged bud. Sweeping in circular motions at a pace matching his thrusts. 

Your eyebrows knit together in pleasure. Your heart racing from the excitement. Your hands hug around each knee pulling your legs up and apart. Spreading yourself wide for him.

“Daddy! I’m gonna c-cum!” you squeal

He keeps pounding into you. Stroking your nerve bundle in heavenly circles even faster than before. You feel the sweat beading on your brow. 

“Oh fuck daddy! Fuck! I c-can’t handle any m-more.”

You’re crying from the pleasure. It was all you could do to not completely crumble underneath him. You were tensing your core, desperate to keep your body sewn together. If you didn’t you were sure that you would lose all shape and simply melt into the bed. 

He looks down where you connect and sees a creamy ring. His chest swells with pride. 

“You came around daddy’s cock? Then you’re officially mine now baby. You’re not allowed to do that for anyone else.”

“Stop telling me what to do” you breathe, exhausted and exacerbated.

He grabs you and flips you onto your hands and knees, shoving himself inside your sensitive cunt still pulsing from your orgasm. You scream from the sudden and harsh intrusion.

“Stop disrespecting me with that dirty mouth of yours or I’ll take you like a bitch from behind.”

“I fucking dare you to try.” you sneer. 

Your insubordination fuels him. His hips begin to launch into you. He rails you on his cock but you regret nothing. You’ll talk back to him all day if he’s going to ram his fat cock into your quivering hole like this. His hand wraps around your throat pulling back so you can’t run from him. 

“Does the bad girl like daddy’s cock?”

“Yes! Yes, I like daddy’s cock!”

“That’s right. You’re gonna take daddy’s cock the rest of the night now for being a disrespectful little slut.”

He continues slamming into your behind. His heavy balls swinging forward and slapping into your clit. You squirm from the pleasure, your toes curling from how good it felt.

“I fuckin love how tight you’re wrapping around my cock, pretty baby.”

Only whorish moans and cries come out of you. You begin to babble as his pace quickens. You start to tense up, your tail tucking under you from the intensity of his assault. He pushes down on your back, forcing it to arch. 

“Take it like the little slut you are. Always trying to give my pussy away to other boys. Such a bad girl.”

He grabs the back of your head and pushes it down into the pillow. 

“When are you ready to admit you’re mine?” He husks as he bullies deep inside of you. He pounds away at your tight slit. Your eyes going cross from how his tip pushes your cervix out of the way. His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass. 

“Admit it” he growls, “Admit your mine.”

“Fuck!” you throw your head back “Yes! I’m yours!” 

You gasp as he thrusts even harder, hearing the words he’s been craving finally come from your mouth. Your eyes squeeze shut. His thrusts are so violent that you bounce off his cock. Your admission has him spiraling with lust. His thighs tighten along with his sack. His dick twitches as it’s dragged in and out of you.

Suddenly he loses his pace and empties the entirety of his balls into your stretched out cunt. Holding himself all the way inside of you, forcing his load to stay stuffed deep in your gummy walls. He leans over your back, whispering into your ear, 

“You belong to me baby. Don’t you forget it.”

He pulls out of you letting you fall down exhausted and roll onto your back. Your fucked out face stares back up at him, completely enamored with how good he made you feel. 

Kakashi kneels between your legs and leans down to whisper in your ear, “I’m still very disappointed in you for trying to give my pussy away to Tyler. I think I need to fuck a few more loads into you for good measure. You gonna be daddy’s good girl and let me fuck you full of my cum?”

You respond by pulling him down into a sloppy kiss and rutting your dripping hole against his manhood. He was already growing hard again, ready for another deposit. You wondered how many loads he’d fill you with by Christmas day. Your birth control better be ready to work miracles this month.

You hear a faint buzzing sound when Kakashi reaches over and grabs your phone. It’s Ty

Hey, I’m here where are you?

This is her father, she’s busy rn. 

Kakashi sets down your phone. “Now pretty baby, where were we?”

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I Hear Them Calling (Chapter 6)

Story Summary: Alpha Harry Styles and omega Y/N Y/L/N meet under less than ideal circumstances. Overtime their paths will cross and they will be drawn to one another in ways they never expected.

Chapter Summary: Harry is full of surprises including a package shipped to Y/N's home, shows cancelled due to the flu, and an unexpected visit.

Previous Chapters: Prologue ; Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4 ; Chapter 5

Word Count: 4.8k

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There’s over five weeks between when you arrive home from Chigaco and when you finally have your doctor's appointment scheduled. The first week, you feel totally fine. Spending a full weekend with Harry, dropping in his presence, and being scented by him has completely taken care of your touch deprivation symptoms. Temporarily.

By week two the dizziness starts to creep up again. Then the itching, followed by the chills. No matter what you do, you just cannot seem to get warm. Towards the end of the third week, it’s starting to become unbearable. You’re constantly exhausted and shaky and just so cold.

Even though you have been talking to Harry almost every day, you haven’t told him how bad the depri has been getting. Part of you still hasn’t gotten over your pride. It’s difficult to admit that you need help just due to your biology. The other part of you doesn’t want to worry him. You know how busy he is and the last thing you want to do is add another stressor.

Even without you saying anything, the alpha seems to sense that you’re struggling. Just as it’s getting really bad a package arrives at your door. It’s a huge box and when you open it you find it filled with a number of smaller, sealed bags.

There’s a note on top, handwritten by Harry, that reads:

Dear Y/N,

I hope you’ve been doing well since we last saw each other. I know you still haven’t been able to get new soothers yet and I was worried your touch deprivation symptoms might be bothering you again. I remember you saying that nesting doesn’t help much without other scents present.

I’ve scented a number of materials for you. Sarah has as well, in case it’s better to have a variety. The bags will trap the scent in, which is why I’ve separated the materials into a few different bags. You can open each as you need more, and they’ll hold on to our scents longer.

I know nesting is very private for omegas, so don’t feel like you need to report back if it worked or not, though I’m always here to listen if you’d like to talk about it.

Sincerely Yours,

Harry

It’s late-afternoon and you’ve already finished your work for the day, so you start looking at the labels on the bags. There are blankets, shirts, sweatshirts, hats, scarves, stuffed animals. Anything you could want to make a perfect nest.

Suddenly you’re hit with an overwhelming desire to build a nest, something you’ve never felt before. There’s a section of your room between the bed and the wall that will be the perfect spot. It’s cozy, tucked away from the rest of the apartment, and the large windows let it sunlight for most of the day.

The first thing you do is vacuum the carpet, needing it to be perfectly clean in order to begin the project. Next, you grab the old twin mattress out of your basement storage space, grateful that you hadn’t thrown it away when upgrading to a queen-sized bed. It fits perfectly in the spot you’ve chosen, and you take out your own spare comforters and blankets for the base. Since they’ll be covered in scented objects you figure you’ll save the scented blankets for another time.

After the base is made you get stuck. You’ve never successfully nested before, and you’re unsure where to begin.

It’s a frustrating feeling. You’re an omega, nesting should be second nature to you.

Before you can spiral too deep, you call Harry who immediately answers with a “Hi there, love. How are you?”

Just hearing his voice is enough to calm you and stop the spiral.

“Hi,” you reply. “I’m good. I got the package you sent. Thank you for everything.”

“Of course. I hope it helps.”

“I uhm, I’m trying to build a nest.”

“That’s wonderful!” He sincerely replies.

“Emphasis on trying,” you say. He’s quiet for a moment, giving you time to explain further. “I’ve got the base, but I’m stuck now. I have no clue where to put everything else. And I feel like a lousy omega because I should just know how to do it, right?”

“Not at all, sweetheart. First of all, you could never be a lousy omega. But there might be a bit of a disconnect between you and your inner omega. You’ve been on suppressants for years, basically since you presented. Your instincts will come. You just need to be patient with yourself.”

You take in every word he says and a weight lifts off your shoulders.

“How do you always know what you say?” You ask with a laugh.

He laughs with you for a moment before his chuckles turn into coughs.

“You alright?” You ask.

“Yea, I’m good, just a little tickle or something,” he answers, voice slightly raspier than usual. “Listen, I have to go get ready for the show soon. I ordered you some food, it should get to your apartment in a little while. Take a break, relax, eat some dinner, and try again. Don’t overthink it, just start and see where it takes you, alright?”

“Okay. Break a leg tonight,” you reply.

“Thank you darling. Talk to you soon,” he says as he ends the call.

You take a quick shower while waiting for the food to arrive. This isn't the first time Harry’s sent you a meal. It’s his way of taking care of you even from across the country. The doorbell rings and you’re not surprised to see that he ordered your favorite Italian dish, reminding you how much he truly listens, and somehow seems to know what you’re craving before you do.

You do as he says and relax during dinner, watching an episode of your favorite comfort show. After you’re finished you decide to try again. You put on Harry's first album and grab one of the bags from the box. The note says it has two shirts, a sweater, and a scarf, all with Harry scent. You open it and his scent surrounds you. The task at hand no longer seems daunting, but rather exciting.

Over the next hour you construct a perfect nest, at least in your opinion. You’ve used materials from two bags of Harry’s and one of Sarah’s, as well as scenting a few materials of your own. The combination of smells is wonderful, absolutely soothing to your omega.

Possibly your favorite thing Harry sent is a new stuffed bunny, referencing the fact that you’ve compared him to a bunny rabbit on multiple occasions.

You’re cuddled in the best, new bunny in your arms, and you pull up your phone. It’s later than you thought, and Harry’s show will be starting soon. Lately you haven’t been able to watch many of his concerts due to the time change. But you decide to stay up late tonight and start a little bit later than usual tomorrow, fully taking advantage of the freedom you have for your job.

Everything starts normally but you notice a change in Harry’s demeanor about halfway through. His voice starts getting raspier, he’s turning his head to cough and clear his throat more often than usual, and he generally just seems a bit off.

That coughing earlier was definitely not just a simple little tickle.

You give him thirty minutes after the show ends to get home and shower before you FaceTime him. He answers immediately and says, “What are you still doing awake?” His voice sounds even worse than before.

“I was watching your show,” you answer.

“So you saw how shit I was?”

This is what you were afraid of. This is why you stayed up even later to talk to him. Because you knew he’d be beating himself up even though he’d obviously pushed through pain to give the very best concert he could.

“Harry, no, you absolutely were not shit. I won’t lie, you sounded a little croaky when you spoke, but the songs sounded perfect. You still put on an excellent show. How are you feeling?”

“Well, I’m upset for starters. But physically I kind of feel like garbage. My throat burns, my body’s aching, and I’m exhausted.”

“You need to rest, Harry. Give yourself time to get better.”

“I know that you’re right, but it’s hard. There’s always something that needs to be done,” he says with a sad, small voice that nearly breaks your heart.

“It’s not healthy to push yourself too hard. You need a break or it’s only going to get worse.” Your voice is laced with concern, as you practically plead with him to take care of himself. You’ve gotten to know him well over the past few weeks and you’re fully aware of his tendency to overwork himself, and his habit of putting everything before himself and his health. He’s explained that it’s a holdover from his early experience in the music industry and how hard management pushed him and the other boys when they first started. Since then, it’s been hard to change his mentality on the issue.

He nods without saying anything, and you take it as a win; albeit a small one. At least he’s willing to agree that he needs to take it easy. You can only hope that he actually will.

“Where are you?” he suddenly asks. “I don’t recognize your background.”

You smile and blush before replying, “I’m in my nest.”

“You are? It worked? How to do feel?” There’s a definite change in his attitude now, excitement rather than despair.

“It worked. Thank you again for the materials and the help earlier. I feel,” you pause for a moment to think before saying, “content. And safe.”

“I’m so happy to hear that. Truly just made me feel better knowing I could help you in some way.”

“I wish I could do the same for you.”

“You do. You help me. By calling, and talking me down from a spiral. And looking so cozy in your lovely nest.” Your cheeks warm again at the alpha complimenting the nest you worked so hard on. You feel proud to have made something that he approves of, especially with no prior experience. Suddenly thoughts of nests you can make for the two of you, maybe one day pups as well, force their way into your mind.

“I’m glad I could make you feel better,” is all you say in reply.

Your eyes meet for a moment, just simply taking each other in, before Harry finally says, “It’s pretty late here, and I know it is way past your bedtime. Get some sleep darling.”

“I will. Please, take it easy tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay, love,” he replies with a soft smile.

“Good night Harry.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

You roll over, nose facing the wall of the nest, where Harry’s scent is strongest and you’re able to pick up on a hint of Sarah’s as well. Even though you’re worried about Harry, your surroundings have you calm enough to quickly fall asleep.

The next few days are difficult. Harry gets diagnosed with the flu and seems to just be getting sicker. He does everything he can to get better, but unfortunately ends up needing to postpone three shows while he continues to rest and get back to performance shape.

He’s upset and frustrated about the situation, and you spend much of those days texting and talking on Facetime to reassure him that no one is mad at him. While you agree that they might be a bit disappointed, you remind him that his true fans care about him and wouldn’t want him to push himself too far.

One week of rest does him a world of good. It’s obvious at his next show, exactly seven days later, that he has made a full recovery. You stay up again to watch the very beginning of the concert and fall into a peaceful sleep knowing that Harry is back in full health and back to doing what he loves.

Another week after that Harry’s finished his US residencies and it’s finally time for your doctor’s appointment.

As much as you’ve been looking forward to being seen and having your problem fixed, you’re incredibly nervous going in. You hadn’t been able to speak to Harry that morning as he was traveling and you’re more anxious than you expected to be.

Your doctor is a lovely beta woman who doesn’t bat an eye when you lay your sweatshirt next to you on the bed during the exam. You’d pulled it out of one of the bags that morning specifically to have Harry’s scent with you, and since you had to change into a patient gown this is the next best option. It works in keeping you calm as she goes through the rather invasive checkup.

After the physical exam is over she leaves so you can change before discussing what she found. Once you’re dressed the nurse leads you to her office and you sit across from her at the desk.

“First of all,” she begins. “I want to assure you that you’re perfectly healthy.” You breathe a sigh of relief at that, not even realizing that you’d been at least a little concerned that something was wrong.

“It seems we were right in assuming that you’ve developed a tolerance to your medication regimen. You were on a fairly high dosage so unfortunately it won’t be as simple as switching to different meds. You’d likely start having these same problems within just a year or possibly a couple of months.”

You listen closely, hanging on to every word even though you’re worried about where this is headed.

“What I would like to have you do,” she continues, “Is go completely off the medications for six months. This will allow your body to basically reset. I won’t lie, it will be tough for a while, especially if you don’t have an alpha, but it will ensure that the meds will be completely effective for years to come once you start back up.”

“I’ve never been unmedicated before,” you quickly say, trying to communicate how unsure you feel about what she is saying.

“Why don’t I tell you what you can expect during this time?” She asks and you nod, wanting as much information as possible.

“If you don’t have an alpha, then you’ll likely experience touch deprivation. It may be a little worse than what you’ve reported feeling recently, but I promise it will not be debilitating. It takes over a year for those symptoms to become severe. Nesting with objects that have been scented by an alpha will help with that. There are a couple of programs that can provide you with those materials if needed. I can give you the contact information.”

“No, thank you. I have a couple of alphas who have given me things. I’m sure they’ll be able to re-scent them for me if I ask,” you reply.

“Okay, wonderful. I’m glad you have some trusted alphas to help you. I urge you to accept help from them during this. It will make everything much easier for you and your inner omega. Now I know you like to hide your scent in public, which I completely understand given the way people tend to treat omegas. While you can’t take the oral scent blockers, the spray on kind is fine in moderation. I don’t recommend constant use though. And of course, being scented by an alpha is not only approved, but recommended.”

You smile slightly at this, thinking Harry would probably be happy with an excuse to scent you whenever possible.

“The last thing we need to discuss is heats. I have here that you’ve only experience two partial heats, correct?”

“Yes. My presentation heat, which lasted about a day, and then a two day heat a few months later before we landed on the right suppressant dosage.”

“Okay, you should experience two heats while off the medications. The first will be in about three months and will be similar to that last one you had. Shouldn’t last more than forty-eight hours and won’t be too intense. The second one should occur three months after that. This will be your first true heat and will last anywhere from four to seven days. It will also be more intense. I’ll give you some literature to read up on and some good sources to do research so that you can be prepared. After that second heat we’ll begin working out your new medicine regimen. Do you have any questions?”

Yea, you think to yourself, I have about a million questions. But no complete thoughts actually form in your brain, so you just reply, “No, I think I got everything.”

“Well, if anything does come up please reach out. I recommend email unless it’s something urgent since I have some time each day to sit and give a detailed reply, okay?”

“Got it.”

“Since you’ve already taken your meds today I’ll list tomorrow as the first day without them. You may start to feel a bit different within the next week.”

“Okay. Thank you so much,” you say as you both stand. She walks you out of the office and you part ways as she says, “Take care.”

You sit in your car for a moment as your mind spins with all the information you just received. When you finally feel focused enough to drive you wonder where to go next. You’d blocked the day off for this, knowing you probably would be too distracted to work at all after the appointment.

For a minute you debate stopping for a coffee on the way home. Getting a little treat after something unpleasant is like, a core part of girlhood.

But when you pull out of the parking lot you immediately start driving home. Because you know what you need right now, and it’s not a mocha latte.

Walking through your front door you quickly change into comfy clothes and curl up in your nest. This is exactly what your omega needs after the stressful morning. Nothing can beat being surrounded by the alpha’s wonderful scent.

Well, nothing except actually being with the alpha.

But that’s currently impossible. He’s traveling, probably almost in Mexico by now.

Right?

He’s going to Mexico. That’s what you keep telling yourself. It’s what you say when there’s a surprise knock on the door. It’s what you repeat when you open the door and see none other than Harry Styles standing in your apartment hallway.

He’s going to Mexico. Except he’s very much standing in front of you, flowers in one hand, a tray of drinks in the other, and a small suitcase next to him.

“Hi,” he says sweetly, dimples making an appearance as he smiles at you.

“Hi,” you answer just as quietly, still in disbelief of what you’re seeing.

You step back, silently inviting him in. He places the drinks and flowers on the table in your entryway so he can roll his suitcase in, shutting the door behind him.

The two of you stand there for a moment just taking each other in. Slowly, Harry leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips. He pulls back just an inch and there’s a moment of tension between you.

The moment doesn’t last long. You don’t know who moves first, but your lips quickly crash together in a kiss more heated than any you’ve shared before. His hands grip your waist, and you bite back a whine at the feeling of how big they are on your body. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, one resting on the back of his neck while the other slides through his hair.

You begin to walk backwards into the living room, never breaking contact. Harry sits on your couch, and you follow to straddle him, kneeling over him so your legs bracket either side of his. The kiss gets more intense, and this time you can’t hide the noise of pleasure when his tongue just barely passes between your lips.

After a few minutes of what is by far the best make out of your life, his hands move to your thighs. They slide up further and you become overwhelmed, pulling back from the kiss in response.

He doesn’t ask what’s wrong, doesn’t question what happened or if you’re okay. He knows why you stopped. He can read that you’ve gone as far as you’re comfortable with at this point. He smiles, presses one more chaste kiss to your lips, and then readjusts you so you’re sitting next to him, legs resting over his lap. He pulls you in, so you’re tucked against his side, and you stay like that for a few minutes, just enjoying being close together.

“So, how did the appointment go today?” he finally asks.

Before you can answer your stomach starts to growl loudly, causing you both to laugh.

“Hold that thought,” he says, “let’s get some lunch first huh?”

“Sounds like a good plan. I can make some for us,” you say, and immediately head to the kitchen.

Harry uses the restroom while you prepare some sandwiches and fruit salad. It gives you a moment to process everything that happened that morning. You also think about how you’ll answer Harry’s last question. You decide to tell him the truth, tell him everything. He’s proved how deeply he cares about you, and honestly at this point you can’t imagine keeping anything from him.

So over lunch, you explain everything your doctor said. You tell him about the touch deprivation, and he reassures you that he’ll make sure you always have freshly scented materials to wear and put in your nest. You even tell him about the upcoming heats, though not without blushing the whole time.

“Is there anything I can do to help with that? Would you want me to be with you through it?” You’re endeared by the fact that his blush matches yours now.

You think about his offer for a moment and reply, “I don’t think so. At least not the first one. I don’t think I’m ready for that yet. And, uhm,” you pause for a moment before admitting something. You’re scared to tell him, but you’ve already talked about enough embarrassing things today with him and your doctor, so one more can’t hurt. “I’ve never been knotted before. And though I want to someday, I want it to be right. And I want it to be when I’ll remember it, not while I’m under the haze of a heat. When we’ll both remember it.” You’re nervous at the end, including him the way you did, like you’re assuming he wants that too.

“I completely understand. There will be a time when we’re ready. And it will be perfect,” you share another shy smile, reassured that he included himself without any hesitation. He wants this, and he wants this with you. He sees a future to your relationship, just like you do.

“Now,” he continues, “when it comes to helping with the touch deprivation and you requiring scenting, I think we should choose some dates when we can be together. It’s not healthy for you if we’re apart for long periods of time. And honestly, I don’t want to go months without seeing you.”

“Me neither,” you reply.

“Do you want to pull out our calendars now, or forget about all this for the afternoon and just spend the day together and make some plans over the phone after I leave tomorrow?”

“Make plans later. Definitely. I want to enjoy the day with you.”

And so, the two of you have a lazy afternoon in. It had started to rain while you ate lunch, which gives you the perfect excuse to turn on the fireplace and lounge in the living room. You watch movies, play some games, and get lost listening to each other tell stories. Harry orders in dinner, Thai this time, and you each take your own showers before getting ready for bed.

Harry hasn’t been in your room yet, and you hesitate before opening the door to let you both in. He’s seen your nest over Facetime, but this is different, and suddenly you’re hit with the overwhelming need for him to approve of it. You don’t know what you’ll do if the alpha doesn’t like it.

Of course, your fear is for nothing. Because the second you bring Harry to the side of your bed and show him what you made, he immediately showers you in compliments. He tells you how perfect it is, how cozy it looks.

“Would you like to lay in it with me? I know it’s kind of small, so I understand if-” he cuts you off before you can complete your sentence and says, “I would be honored to be in your nest with you.”

He looks to you for guidance, needing to know exactly where you want him. He knows how important nests are to omegas, and the last thing he wants is to mess it up in any way. You instruct him where to lay down and he does so without pause. He holds his arms out and you quickly go to him.

It’s no surprise when you begin to purr. Wrapped in his arms, in your nest, surrounded by his scent, you think you may have entered heaven.

No one speaks for a while, and you start to think maybe Harry’s fallen asleep. That is until you hear him clear his throat. You look to him, knowing he wants to say something, and he takes a deep breath.

“I have a question for you. And I know it may be too soon, but it seems silly to delay when we obviously have a connection. We’re old enough now to know what we want. And what I want is you. I understand if you don’t feel the same way, or at least not yet, but I couldn’t leave without asking. Y/N, would you be my girlfriend?”

“Harry, I would absolutely love to.”

He holds you closer in response pressing a kiss to your lips before pulling back and seeing the huge smile on your face.

“There’s just one more question,” he says. He seems even more nervous about this one, but you remain calm, even releasing some calming pheromones of your own.

You can tell he senses them as he relaxes and says, “Would you also do me the honor of being my omega?”

This question is even more unexpected than the last. He’s right in saying that it’s very early to ask, but at the same time, it’s not too early at all. Because there’s an undeniable connection between the two of you, not just as people, but as alpha and omega. It would be silly not to make it official.

Happy tears fill your eyes, and you nod yes in answer to his question. His eyes are similarly watery, and he leans down to press a kiss over your mating spot, a promise of what’s to come in the future, and you snuggle impossibly closer to him. To Harry. Your boyfriend. And your alpha.

You sleep soundly through the night, waking only when you realize Harry isn’t beside you. The spot is still warm, so he hasn’t been gone long. It’s early, a little before 7 a.m., and you hear Harry getting ready in the bathroom. He’ll be leaving soon. He mentioned a car would be picking him up to take him to the airport first thing in the morning.

Before you can get up he crouches down, running a hand over your hair. He’s ready to go, but he lays down next to you, soaking up every last second before he absolutely needs to leave. He scents you, does it so strongly that he’s practically scent marked the room, and you’re grateful for that. Since you’ll be stopping your medications today, having a space filled with his smell will help ease you through the transition.

Too quickly, his phone rings with a message that his ride is waiting outside.

He leans down to kiss you and say, “Everything is going to be alright. We’ll work it out, and I’m with you the whole way. Goodbye, my omega.”

You preen at the title and press another kiss to his lips before replying, “Thank you, alpha. Be safe.”

“I will, I promise,” he says. With one final press of his lips on your forehead, he drags himself out of the comfort of your nest and then out of your apartment.

It’s quiet without him, but you reflect on his parting words. You believe them wholeheartedly. It’s going to be difficult, but he’ll be there to help.

With the reassurance that you’re not alone, and Harry’s delicious scent filling the room, you slip back to sleep, feeling nervous but hopeful about what’s to come.  

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AN: Thank you so much for reading! I really enjoyed writing this chapter so I hope you all liked it as well!

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[tofu83]

Lottery to Upgrade 4

Travel Companion

"Kevin Smith, congratulation! You win the bonus prize for Lottery to Upgrade!" the robots surrounded him when he was on his way to the metro station.

"But I was on my way to the travel agency where I worked, and I was laid off and needed to get my personal belongings back!" Kevin couldn’t believe what he heard.

"That travel agency has closed down. In order to protect employees' right to work, the owners specially approved the project to upgrade all employees." A robot reaches out with a glowing metal collar.

He couldn't understand why he was treated like this when he obeyed all the rules. "F**k you Masters!" He cursed and bolted from the siege.

"Attention to all units, the test target citizen Kevin Smith, ID number S198408964, has resisted and must be arrested immediately! Follow the instructions and must be unharmed."

Before Kevin could run too far, he felt a cold collar around his neck and lost consciousness.

The upgraded men inside the tubes had no metal, wiring, lights, or panels at all on their appearance, and they looked just like ordinary people. This surprised the intern.

"Have they really been upgraded?" the intern asked the senior researcher while recording the data.

"Of course! Don't you think they look perfect?"

These men have beautiful faces, well-proportioned bodies, and obvious muscle lines. In addition, the package under their underwear is fascinating.

"No, I mean, well, they don't look like robots."

"Of course, they are chosen as Master's pets. They all maintain human appearance but are completely mechanized on the inside."

"Pets?"

"To Masters, we are just like animals! Isn't it normal for humans to keep dogs as pets, and for Masters to keep humans as pets? And just as dogs can be trained to do many things for humans, humans can also be programmed to meet the needs of Masters. For example, this pet once named Kevin will accompany the owner on a tour of the earth. The earth is Masters’ Safari Park, you know. Wait! What are you doing?"

The intern opened "Kevin's" tube and started the process. "I want to manually check whether his quality meets the standards." He smiled obsessively and stroked the pet's body.

"Pet bot KN-S7061 activated. Are you my exclusive owner？" the robot once named Kevin stood straight and asked.

"Yes!" intern was so excited that he decided to ignore any risks of playing Masters’ property.

"So happy to meet you, owner!" KN-S7016 hugged the young man and started licking him.

"You are crazy! Their pheromone was enhanced because Masters wanted them be more primitive. You can’t bear it…" the senior researcher put on a gas mask and hit the emergency button.

As the alarm bell blared, the sound of metal boots stamping on the floor quickly approached, but the intern didn't care at all. He was completely naked and wrestling with his pet.

"I’m not the real owner but if I could dominate…." the intern thought but he was pinned down on the floor immediately, already lost. His mind also changed. "If I could be dominated, I might be owned, too!"

KN-S7061, the Pet bot, knew the man underneath it was not the real owner from the very beginning, so it pretended and decided to give its real owner a souvenir as an embellishment for travel.

What better souvenir than a bred wild human? It was sure the owner would be glad to have a bonus free pet and proud of it!

[adiluv-moved]

omg omg going off your obsessed scara can you imagine how he'd react if you got with somebody???? boy would go crazy

❥ 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈��𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍. ˚⊹꒷

a continuation of this post.

796 words. modern au, obsessive fan behavior, stalking, suggestive, reader is not traveler, not edited.

superfan scaramouche who is initially ecstatic when your group's official accounts announce an upcoming tour within inazuma, hours that he could've—should've spend asleep instead being dedicated to scouring your accounts for venue announcements and pre-sale dates. he goes into a frenzy once the information drops, pulling all-nighters in order to secure tickets at every one of the concerts.

superfan scaramouche who has, as mentioned previously, seen you in person before—attending previous performances both within his home nation and travelling abroad to attend the tours that weren't. but, archons, he just can't control his excitement when it comes to you, having him acting as if it were his first concert.

the chance of seeing his favorite idol while going about his day-to-day, encountering you at all his favorite spots in the city, the possibility of something romantic... his delusional little mind just can't help but jump at it!

superfan scaramouche who personally visits each and every large hotel within inazuma city, convincing ꒰manipulating꒱ them into providing any information they have about exactly where you and your groupmates will be staying. he'll make sure that you, specifically, have the best room in the entire building—anonymously shelling out his own money for sake of upgrading you and you alone.

superfan scaramouche who lurks around your hotel in the same baggy clothing he'd used to disguise himself whilst meeting you, an ominous presence hidden in the crowd that can't help but unsettle you during attempts to go sightseeing before your first show. your nervous expressions are even more intoxicating in the snapshots he takes of you, tucked away in a corner of his room for personal viewing.

superfan scaramouche who has his delusions unceremoniously shattered when his lurking leads him into a bar, eyes wide as saucers and mouth agape as he watches you converse and—and kiss another man that approaches you! despite the stabbing feeling within his chest, he's left totally unable to act as the both of you—intoxicated—stumble out the doors, instead rushing home in tears and on the verge of a mental breakdown. he... doesn't sleep that night.

superfan scaramouche who eventually manages to convince himself that your betrayal is really nothing more than a one-night stand. after all, you certainly couldn't have been in your right mind꒰!꒱ allowing such an... insignificant pest to whisk you away. surely, you must've come to your senses by morning, felt so ashamed by your low standards that you'd come shamefully crawling back to your room.

... only to be proven wrong as he catches you sneaking out during the evening, face hidden beneath an oversized hoodie as you went to go entertain that miscreant yet again. he's in far worse spirits when he returns home, tearing his room apart and destroying half of his merch collection before coming to his senses.

superfan scaramouche who comes to regard this affair of yours as a mistake, even if you aren't exactly aware of it yet. nothing but a mar, if you will, on the perfection that comprises your very being. he's well versed in the dramas of the idol industry, knows well that agencies often exert total control over the lives of their idols. living beneath a ceo's thumb must get exhausting, he decides, a justifiable line of reasoning for this... act of rebellion. it's that worm's fault, really. taking advantage of somebody sweet as you—capitalizing on your naïvety.

superfan scaramouche who, as much as he doesn't want to, believes that there's merit in alerting your supervisors to your rendezvous. actions packaged under the guise of innocent concern, he emails photos of the two of you to your manager—intently eavesdropping on the commotion coming from the hotel that night. you cry until the early hours of morning, his heart aching with each muffled sob.

still, he feels no remorse for his actions, deeming your pain a necessary form of suffering. just like icarus, who flew too close to the sun, you too must learn not to play with fire—to avoid being burnt and falling from the sky.

superfan scaramouche who approaches you during one of your ꒰far more limited꒱ moments of downtime, pointing out the saddened look in your eyes and offering comfort when you vaguely detail your grievances. although there's something familiar about him and the words of praise that slip past his lips, the amount of fans you meet on a daily basis makes it impossible to place the connection—so you instead turn a blind eye and indulge in his comfort. he allows you to weep on his shoulder until your satisfied, the fabric moistened by your tears... revisited later that day.

"shh, shh... i know it hurts now, but really... this was all for the best."

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[hatsukeii]

12:51 FM / K. AKAASHI

BROWSE EPISODES HERE

-PROLOGUE: 12:51 AM-

01:43 ━━━━●───── 15:58 ◁ PREVㅤ ❚ ❚ ㅤNEXT ▷ ㅤ

warning(s): use of y/n (format)

wc: ~1.0k

Akaashi: Is this thing...working?

Y/n: Course it is! Hear that? It's whirring, that means something has to be working.

Akaashi: You know what else whirred? My old laptop that blew up in physics last month.

You tap the microphone, and a high pitched ring sounds from the speakers. Akaashi slaps the headphones on, forgetting that they are connected to the two microphones.

Y/n: Ow! What the hell?

Akaashi: You haven't put the windscreen on yet! Mute the mic!

One hand over your left ear, the other hand scrambles for the mute button to stop the ringing, and Akaashi breathes a sigh of relief as the auditory torment comes to an end. You let go of your ear, now shuffling through papers and packaged food for the foam cover that has been buried beneath them. You manage to fish out a ball of tangled cables, the black piece of foam trapped in between. Pulling and threading wires through each other, they loosen enough to release the windscreen from their mess, and you stretch it over the metallic mesh of your microphone.

Y/n: There, is that better? I think it's better.

Akaashi: Much better.

Y/n: It's official, sound engineering is my future calling.

Akaashi: The last time you used my guitar amp, you almost blew up the insides plugging a bass into it. Please stay far away from sound engineering.

Y/n: You're no fun Keiji. Loosen up! Relax!

Akaashi: I'll relax when I walk us out of this studio in one piece. Why is the mic still whirring? I don't like that.

You clear your throat, before snatching a pack of melon bread and ripping open the plastic wrap haphazardly. Crumbs land on the pop filter of your microphone, and Akaashi clicks his tongue, swiping them off gently from beside you. From the recording booth, two bells sound simultaneously- the muffled, distant class bell from the neighbouring high school, and the booming lunch bell of Fukurodani. 12:51 pm.

Y/n: Hello hello to Fukurodani High! God, this is a really weird time to be broadcasting, isn't it? I mean, who starts lunch almost a whole hour after noon? Like, just pick twelve, or like twelve thirty, right? Even twelve fifty would've made more sense. Why twelve fifty-one?

Akaashi: Yeah, but that gives us a killer podcast name, doesn't it? 12:51 AM sounds way better than 12:50 AM.

Y/n: That's- good poi- Keij- input is- crashed?

Akaashi's audio cuts off, popping and crackling through his headphones as you continue to speak. He clicks his tongue, flicking the mic once, twice, and a third time with his finger. When that doesn't work, he cranks the mic clamp, and curses beneath his breath just quietly enough to not be picked up by the microphone. Pushing and twisting it around, he finds the perfect position, just above his head, angled upwards ever so slightly. Yes, he has to crane his neck for the duration of the podcast, and he can already feel the muscles in his shoulders tensing. But he can hear your voice perfectly this way, the silent humming of static buzzing unobtrusively beneath your talking. He's going to feel the strain at volleyball after school, but this is close enough to perfect for the broadcast.

Y/n: Alright, it's registering again.

Akaashi: I give it another five minutes to cut out again.

Y/n: Man, can't the school fund for a better PR system or something? Keiji, remember that one time we had a bomb threat and the announcement wasn't working in our classroom?

Akaashi: Yeah, this might just get us killed one day. To any teachers listening to this, can we please get a PR system upgrade?

Y/n: And that's not even the worst part! We're using AM radio at the moment, but if only we could use FM... not like anyone would notice the difference anyways.

You take a bite of your melon bread, and crumbs fall onto your pop filter again. Akaashi can't help but to swipe them off the foam cover for you, even as you keep talking. The recording booth now smells like metal sound equipment, with an odd hint of artificial melon.

Y/n: Anyways, you are currently tuned in to 12:51 AM radio! We're your hosts, y/n-

Akaashi: And Akaashi. Fukurodani's weird lunch time means that no one else is using the same frequency as we are, so we can actually run this show without any interference. Hooray to that.

You laugh at Akaashi's random spiel, punching his arm. He rubs his bicep, even though you didn't hit him that hard, before realising that his head is off centre from the microphone. He readjusts to his original seating position swiftly.

Y/n: Oh come on Keiji, no one understands enough about radio frequencies to get that! What's important is that we'll be your central student hub for-

Akaashi: I don't think we can call ourselves the student hub, isn't that the wellbeing area upstairs?

Y/n: ...True. Well! The two of us will be your main source of lunch entertainment once a week then! I'm not even too sure what our main topics are gong to be, so I guess stay tuned and be surprised?

Akaashi: I second that sentiment, stay tuned and be surprised everyone, because we'll be surprising ourselves as well. These episodes are available to watch on the school's website, so if you ever feel like going back to an episode again, or there was something you didn't quite catch, you can go back any time for it.

Y/n: Buuuut all you gotta do is show up at school, and you'll get the unedited, unfiltered first edition of each episode! How 'bout that!

Akaashi: Correct. The school is definitely not making sure we endorse good attendance.

Y/n: Don't say that Keiji!

You punch his side this time, and Akaashi snickers at your weak hit, head staying scarily still as he catches your wrist in his grasp while you pull away. You twist your hand from his fist, smacking his hand, before erupting into a fit of giggles. He raises his brow tauntingly, watching you turn back to your microphone from the corner of his eye. You take a deep breath in, and Akaashi doesn't miss the way your fingers grip the edge of the table so hard that they turn pale. You've never been this quiet.

Y/n: Now, without further ado....

He thinks you'll do just fine.

Akaashi: Welcome, to the first edition of 12:51 AM radio.

author's note: do you guys fw the script format? I'll probably be mixing this and full prose between chapters, but I've been really getting into scriptwriting and staging things, but i'm not exactly a filmmaker so scriptwriting is all i can do. take it as dialogue practice i guess. hope you guys enjoyed anyways!

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[cheritzteam]

[The Ssum] Ssumone “Harry” Ending Update Complete! Don’t Miss the Celebration Event♡ v2.0.6 App Update

Hello, dear lab participant!

Harry’s Ending for <The Ssum> v2.0.6 update has been completed. 

Don't forget to claim the server maintenance reward of 10 Aurora Batteries, available for 3 days! *Claim your reward by: ~ December 23rd, 2023 (KST)

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♥Harry Ending Update♥

Harry’s Full Story of 271 days has been completely updated!

What awaits our lab participant and Harry in the final chapter?

Access <The Ssum> right now to continue the story between the two of you.

From Season 1 to 11, every call now has a video call feature🎦added in. Enjoy the past stories again in a new way!

TIP 1) When you’re uploading important content, use the hashtag #TheSsum_Spoilers or #더썸_스포 to protect fellow lab participants from spoilers! If you are a lab participant who has reached the end of the story, this is also a way to find others who have finished it as well! TIP 2) This update has made Season 9-11 emoticons available for purchase at the Aurora LAB once you have finished each Season. If you’re interested, please check it out!

♥Celebration Event Guide♥

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Remember the X(Twitter) Repost Event that was held from D-7 to D-Day of the update?

As an appreciation for our lab participants’ incredible support, we will be holding an Encore Event!

This time, the limited-time prize is your Ssumone’s New Year Photo Memento Towel😍 (Try using it as a fabric poster!)

💌 How to Participate

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📆 Event Period

~ December 28th, 2023 (Wed) 9 AM KST

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Limited Time The Ssum New Year Photo Memento Towel (1 Random) + 100 Aurora Batteries (3 winners for each Ssumone, total 9 winners)

50 Aurora Batteries (10 winners)

📢 Winner Announcement

January 4th, 2024 (Thu) KST

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Keep an eye out for the Surprise News that’s coming out in a week (๑>؂•̀๑) 

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For your comfortable ride to Harry’s Ending, the Aurora LAB is doing a new subscription promotion for lab participants that have never purchased a subscription!

The 1-month package, even the 3-month package — if it’s your first time subscribing, the Aurora Evolution Package is 20% off💥

Seize the perfect chance to get the benefits of the Aurora Evolution Package at the price of a Rainbow Evolution Package!

Visit the Aurora LAB right now♡

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📆 Promotion Period

~ January 3rd, 2024 (Wed)

🎉 Promotion Details

Aurora Evolution Package (1 month/3 months) 20% discount

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More Secondary Batteries! 104 secondary batteries are provided every day! you can also get max. 18 more after each chat thanks to eco-friendly charging!

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A More Pleasant Experience with the Infinite Universe! Not only do you get The Premium AidBot rental, but you can also experience the Emotion Incubator at its greatest potential! PIU-PIU’s Belly storage gets increased and can hold 120 items for extra comfort♪

The Bigger and Better Sunshine Shelter! The Shelter gets an Aurora Renovation which lets you take in more Creatures. Bet you can get more presents from this upgrade!

< ③ Special Lab Support >

We are providing every lab participant with Special Lab Support in celebration of the update!

Make sure to collect the items while they’re available - especially the Aurora Creature Box which can only be acquired through purchase💨

📆 Reward Period

~December 28th, 2023 (Wed) 9 AM KST

🎁 Lab Support Details

5 Aurora Batteries + 1 Aurora Creature Box

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We hope you hop onto the hype for our newly released Harry Ending Update of <The Ssum>.

We will do our best to provide you with more heart-racing content in the future.

Thank you.

-Cheritz-

[gladiatorcunt]

idk if ur into this or if I'm the only one who has had a raging popstar/rockstar fantasy for myself ever since I was young so I insert it into as many fanfic scenarios as possible but any thoughts on your modern!coryo with an up and coming independent singer!reader 🫣 bc I have thoughts I imagine theyre still in the phase where they have to be creative with their outfits and have to make/bedazzle some things themselves and coryo is so down bad he's just hunched over something pink with some fabric glue, a stoning tool, and rhinestones all over the place. or or or your your whole setup getting an upgrade bc you once mentioned to him that one of the lights was behaving oddly

I think about this too bc I can sing pretty well but I'm very introverted, so I don't like to do it in front of people, and I just imagine it 💀

Modern!Coryo loves a pet project when it's important to someone he cares about (and he really only cares about you so....). He has momager vibes, but he never directs it towards you. His back hurts from the hours he spends perfecting your costumes (He's working on getting you to let him pay for everything, but baby steps are fine for now), and he hides all the packages he ordered for your state of the art set up so he can surprise you. You won't let him use his connections to jump start your career, but he never stops dropping hints about the producers or record label execs he could arrange meetings with.

He's in the comments of your tiktoks sending death threats to 12-year-olds who say you're cringe. (Your first toxic stan <3) Anthony Fantano gives you less than a 10 and he's ready to jump him. He'll be unironically saying you've made the song of the summer, and the spring, and the fall, and the winter. Your top listener on spotify and he's like that video of louis partridge at olivia rodrigo's concert putting his cup in his mouth so he could take videos/pictures of her. Has instagram highlights dedicated to your career (reposting your content, gig videos/pictures, promo stuff, etc.)

Given the fact that he comes from a family with dark secrets and is involved in the political industry, he knows how seedy the entertainment business is. A part of him wants to keep you relatively unknown, you'd be safer that way. But you seem so happy, he supposes he can let you grow. He's breathing down your neck every second though, gets you a whole crew of bodyguards even when you're only playing small venues. He runs your official social media like it's the military, but he's so sweet when he's presenting you with a fruit basket, those expensive boxes of roses that cost hundreds of dollars, and a custom-made award when you finish a small gig and joke about one day making it to the grammys.

[usafphantom2]

Israel Executes Long Awaited Buy Of F-15IA Advanced Eagle Fighters

After a break of almost three decades, Israel has ordered more F-15s, which will spearhead its air force alongside F-35 stealth fighters.

Posted on Nov 7, 2024 12:54 PM EST

Israel will buy 25 F-15IA fighters, marking the first new Eagles that the country has acquired since November 1995, when it ordered F-15I Ra’am jets. This summer, Israel had been given U.S. approval to by as many as 50 F-15IAs, as well as upgrade its F-15Is. Whether more F-15s or upgrades are added, the current wars in the Middle East mean that further acquisitions of combat aircraft are likely.

Boeing

Israel will buy 25 F-15IA fighters, marking the first new Eagles that the country has acquired since November 1995, when it ordered F-15I Ra’am jets. This summer, Israel had been given U.S. approval to buy as many as 50 F-15IAs, as well as upgrade its F-15Is as part of an overall package valued at $18.82 billion that you can read about here. Whether more F-15s or upgrades are added, the current wars in the Middle East mean that further acquisitions of combat aircraft are likely.

The Israeli Ministry of Defense announced today that it was buying the 25 F-15IAs at a cost of $5.2 billion. The ministry signed the contract with manufacturer Boeing yesterday, noting that an option remains to buy the other 25 jets.

An earlier Boeing graphic showing a heavily armed F-15IA. Boeing

The Israeli Ministry of Defense confirmed that deliveries of the F-15IAs will start in 2031, with between four and six aircraft being supplied annually.

“This procurement marks a significant milestone in deepening the defense cooperation between Israel and the United States, reflecting their mutual commitment to regional security,” the Israeli Ministry of Defense said on X.

The director general of the Israeli Ministry of Defense, Maj. Gen. (res.) Eyal Zamir; the head of the Israeli Ministry of Defense’s Mission to the U.S., Aviram Hasson; and the Senior Deputy Head of the Mission, Offer Zavatzky, during the signing of the F-15IA deal yesterday. Israel Ministry of Defense

“The new F-15IA will be equipped with cutting-edge weapon systems, including state-of-the-art Israeli technologies,” the ministry added. “The upgraded aircraft will feature enhanced range capabilities, increased payload capacity, and improved performance across various operational scenarios.”

As we have discussed in the past, the F-15IA will be based on the F-15EX used by the U.S. Air Force.

Boeing and the U.S. Air Force have both heavily touted the aircraft’s range and stores-carrying capabilities as key features of the design. While this is seen as being particularly valuable for operations across the vast expanses of the Pacific with the U.S. Air Force, Israel has also long prized the Eagle for its ability to strike targets at long range with heavy loads of ordnance.

A USAF F-15EX Eagle II armed with 12 AIM-120 AMRAAMs.

A U.S. Air Force F-15EX Eagle II armed with 12 AIM-120 AMRAAMs. U.S. Air Force

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As for the weapons Israel will likely procure to arm the F-15IA, the official press release when approval for the sale was granted mentioned only AIM-120 Advanced Medium-Range Air-to-Air Missile (AMRAAM) launchers as well as the internal M61A Vulcan cannons. As it stands, the current F-15I Ra’am carries almost the entire range of Israeli Air Force air-launched weapons, defensive and offensive, and from U.S. and domestic production.

The ability of the F-15IA to potentially carry outsize weapons, including hypersonic missiles, as well as simply larger numbers of legacy weapons, is also something that will very likely be of increasing interest to Israel. The recent operations against Iran have demonstrated Israel’s expanding use of air-launched ballistic missiles, which would also be a perfect fit to arm the F-15IA.

An Israeli Air Force F-16I armed with the Rampage air-launched ballistic missile. U.S. Air Force

For the Israeli Air Force, the 25 F-15IAs will provide an additional Eagle squadron, which will double the number of strike-optimized F-15s available to the service. Currently, the 25 F-15I Ra’am jets serve with 69 Squadron “Hammers” at Hatzerim Air Base.

The Israeli Air Force also operates squadrons flying the older F-15A-to-D Baz, which operate in air-to-air and air-to-ground capacities, but which are by now very long in the tooth, having first seen combat as long ago as 1979. Successively upgraded, and also bolstered through transfers from U.S. Air Force stocks, these jets are stationed at Tel Nof Air Base, and you can read more about them here.

Israeli Air Force F-15A-to-D Baz fighters from 106 Squadron “Tip of the Spear.” Amit Agronov

Israel’s continued demand for F-15s of any kind has seen the surviving Baz jets progressively upgraded to keep them in frontline service. Potentially, the incoming F-15IAs might replace one of the two Baz squadrons, but that remains unclear at this point.

There’s also the option to upgrade the F-15I Ra’am to a standard similar to the F-15IA — known as F-15I+ — although the Israeli Ministry of Defense didn’t mention the status of this in their announcement.

An Israeli Air Force F-15I Ra’am. Israeli Air Force

More generally, however, the F-15IA purchase is seen by Israel as an investment in long-term strategic capabilities, with these being under particular scrutiny right now as tensions with Iran continue to build, after several rounds of hostilities already this year. After all, the F-15 has — and will continue to be — Israel’s primary long-range strike weapon.

“The Ministry is executing a comprehensive strategy to enhance the IDF’s operational capabilities,” said the director general of the Israeli Ministry of Defense, Maj. Gen. (res.) Eyal Zamir. “We have secured procurement agreements worth nearly $40 billion since the onset of the war,” Zamir said, referring to the conflict that began in the Middle East after the surprise attack on Israel by Hamas militants on October 7, 2023.

Also part of this longer-term strategy of enhanced military capabilities is the purchase of a third squadron of F-35I Adir stealth fighters, earlier this year. An agreement for that deal was signed in June this year. Covering 25 F-35Is worth approximately $3 billion. This will expand the Israeli Air Force Adir fleet to 75 aircraft. The latest batch will begin to be delivered in 2028.

Israeli Air Force F-35I Adir stealth fighters. Israeli Air Force Israeli F-35I Adirs. Israeli Air Force

Buying the F-15IA and F-35I will provide the Israeli Air Force with two complementary platforms, both of which are among the most capable anywhere in the world, especially when it comes to long-range strike. Israeli F-15s, in particular, are also used for forward networking and command and control nodes, vital for managing long-range operations. On the other hand, both the F-15IA and F-35I are also more than efficient for air defense, including against drone threats, as well as air-to-ground operations closer to Israel, such as the ongoing conflicts in Gaza and Lebanon.

An Israeli Air Force F-15I flying along the border with the Gaza Strip near Sderot in southern Israel on October 27, 2023, amid battles between Israel and the Hamas movement. Photo by JACK GUEZ/AFP via Getty Images

Together, the Israeli Ministry of Defense described the joint F-15IA and F-35I acquisitions as “a historic enhancement of our air power and strategic reach — capabilities that proved crucial during the current war.”

That last statement would appear to be a direct reference to the Israeli Air Force’s retaliation strike on Iran last October 26, which came in response to Iran’s massive October 1 missile barrage on Israel. The Israeli strikes appear to have involved both F-15I and F-16I fighters, which largely launched exclusively standoff strikes from outside Iranian airspace.

Of course, Israeli interest in buying more F-15s goes back many years, but the developing security situation in the Middle East seems to have prompted a decision to finally be made.

The sale of 25 F-15IAs was obviously welcomed by Boeing.

“Boeing takes pride in its longstanding partnership with Israel, a relationship that dates back to our nation’s establishment,” said the President of Boeing Israel, Maj. Gen. (ret.) Ido Nehushtan.

While Boeing is now building F-15EXs for the U.S. Air Force, that service is currently looking to buy 98 of the jets, so another batch of 25 F-15IAs is significant. It could also help secure further export orders. Indonesia has formally committed to buying up to 24 Advanced Eagles, but the deal is yet to be signed off by the U.S. government, while Poland has also been earmarked as a potential customer.

An Indonesian delegation, led by Minister of Defense Prabowo Subianto (center) during a visit to Boeing’s St. Louis facility. Boeing

There is also growing speculation that Israel could be poised to buy more AH-64 attack helicopters from Boeing. Much has been made of the efforts of a handful of Israeli Air Force AH-64s to intervene on October 7, 2023, and it seems increasingly attack helicopters, rather than drones, are being seen as critical to counter any such incursions in the future. The Apaches have meanwhile become an important tool to deal with hostile drone incursions into Israeli airspace, too.

Long before October 7, the Israeli Air Force had been pushing to acquire another 40 of the latest AH-64E versions and earlier this year, it was reported that the sale of 12 AH-64Es was being discussed between the Israeli Ministry of Defense and officials from the Pentagon and U.S. State Department.

When asked recently about a potential Israeli AH-64E order, a Boeing spokesperson told TWZ that they “suspect that we will see additional requests coming in from Israel for these capabilities.”

For the time being, the F-15IA is headed to Israel, with the announcement of a formal order. With the Israeli Air Force facing current and future challenges in the Middle East, it’s no surprise that the tried and tested Eagle has been selected to help the country maintain its tactical superiority in the region.

Contact the author: thomas@thewarzone.com

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The Verdant House

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Description:

Step inside into this small yet inviting house to discover a harmonious blend of nature and modern living. With wood furniture accentuating the natural aesthetic, solar panels on the roof and recycling bins in the backyard, this home is a haven for those who cherish the beauty of green living. Whether you're cultivating your own herbs in the backyard garden or simply basking in the warm glow, this cozy abode is tailor-made for the green-thumb enthusiast!

Details:

Price Furnished: 83,805 Price Unfurnished: 40,418 Lot Size: 20x20 Lot Type: Residential Store Content: Click here CC Used: Click here File Type: Package Min. Required Game Version: 1.42 Packs Needed: The Sims 3, Ambitions (wallpaper, trees, roof and door), World Adventures, Pets, Generations, Late Night and Seasons

Hello all! This small residential lot is perfect for Sims who loves plants, gardening and embrace eco-friendly living. This has two bedrooms and can fit three Sims but you can change the guest bedroom into an office or library if preferred.

Click on the ’Keep Reading’ below for more information and pictures on this lot.

Four solar panels or Heliosolaris are placed on the roof but you can relocate them to the ground for upgrades and just remember to enable “testingcheatsenabled true” and "moveobjects on" after if you want to place it back to the roof.

📣 Please note that the store content and CC included in the lot are not included on the download file. I've compiled a list for those interested in downloading them separately (please click the links above or go to WCIF Navigation page) but those are not required and will be automatically replaced in the game. The Ambitions expansion pack is required due to the build items used in the lot.

I was unable to locate the original link for one CC by Awesims and can't remember anymore where I originally got it so different alternative links are provided. The links are re-uploads from other CC collectors I have found in Tumblr or MTS so choose only one.

I have also provided an alternative link for the store contents as I understand that some may not be able to download anymore from the store due to issues with the app, server or lack of points. There is also one CC that is base game compatible from the Supernatural expansion pack so if you already have the ep installed, you don't need to download the bgc anymore.

Let me know if you experience any problems on your end!

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Teen Aspiration Bundle by ikavelle

This mod gives more teen aspirations with 4 types of aspirations goals for teens activities

Creator's notes

There are 2 MAIN versions of this mod - leave only 1 version!:

ilkavelle_TeenAspirationsBundle_MAIN(HSYversion).package - Leave this version if you have High School Years expansion pack.

ilkavelle_TeenAspirationsBundle_MAIN.package - Leave this version if you DON'T have High School Years expansion pack.

PROM ROYALTY

1. Have Your Own Clique

Have 3 Teens Friends

Achieve Level 3 Charisma Skill

Be Leader of the Club - available with Add-on for Get Together

Buy Club Perk - available with Add-on for Get Together

2. Move Up The Social Ladder

Go on a Date

Update Social Media Status - works with base game and with interactions from City Living

Earn Gold on 2 Thrown Parties

3. Get Prom Crown

Have 1000 Followers

Have Popular Boyfriend or Girlfriend - Popular meaning who has trait from completing Popularity aspirations (Gregarious, Hilarious, Natural leader, Legendary or Perfect host), or who has any Fame rank from Get Famous. Remember you can always cheat with codes, or other mods to give those traits to other Sims for story telling ;)

Get Crown - available in HSY version.

Earn Gold on School Prom - you need to have at least 1 of below:

High School Years expansion pack

Prom by Brittpinkie

Prom by KawaiiStacie

Reward Trait: Prom Royalty - gives boost in social skills

OVERACHIEVER

1. Bookworm

Practice Music for 3 Hours

Attend Faculty Study Session - available with HSY version

Finish Reading 3 Books

Finish Homework 3 Times while Focused

Complete School Project at least with Good Quality - available with Add-on for Parenthood

2. Genius or No-Life

Achieve Level 2 in 10 Skills

Achieve a Grade of "A" at School

Get Extra Credit from Homework

Practice Debate for 5 Hours - available with Add-on for University

3. Simply The Best

Achieve Level 5 in 5 Skills

Practice Writing for 3 Hours

Take Part in Volunteering Event - available with Add-on for Parenthood

Get Accepted for Distinguished Degree at University - available with Add-on for University

Reward Trait: Overachiever - gives bonus to work performance and skills learning.

TOWARDS INDEPENDENCE

1. First step is the hardest

Achieve Level 5 Cooking Skill

Clean up

Start Odd Job - available with Add-on for Island Living

2. Spreading the wings

Start Part-Time Job

Earn Your First 1000 Simoleons

Repair or Upgrade an Object

3. Freedom, I'm coming!

Reach the Top of Part-time Job

Qualify For Responsible Trait - available with Add-on for Parenthood; if this task doesn't complete after qualifying for responsible trait - save game and go to world view. After launching back game, this objective should be completed/update status.

Move Out And Start To Live On Your Own - use phone or computer interaction

Reward Trait: Independent Teen - bonus to learn Homestyle cooking and Handiness, and daily grant - 3% of household funds while being Teen and Young Adult.

TEENAGE REBELLION

1. You Can't Make Me

Demand Independence

Argue With Parents - Argue or Yell at parents

Don't Go To School 3 Times - Leave school day and remember to answer the phone when Principal calls you! If you don't pick up the phone, the task won't complete.

2. Experimenting Stage

Get Lower Grades

Experiment with alcohol and stimulants during Event-  start any social event and perform drinking interaction or you can also use drug or smoking interactions from mods by Basemental and by Necrodog.

Whine About Unfair Life To 5 Different Sims - available with Add-on for Parenthood

Swear 10 Times - available with Add-on for Parenthood

3. Rebel With A Cause

Sabotage Objects

Express Yourself in Graffiti or Emotional Painting - if you have City Living, you can paint wall or floor graffiti, if you don't have this pack, you can paint any emotional painting, e.g. while being angry.

Be disliked by 1 Sim

Reward Trait: Rebel With a Cause - unlocks interactions for swiping objects, hacking performance via computer and (applicable for City Living) protesting against the world.

Conflicts: This mod doesn't override existing files so should not conflict with other Sims 4 mods.

+ required Event for Prom Queen/King Aspiration:

Brittpinkie Prom Event Mod (updated) : DOWNLOAD (SFS)

The link above directs to Konansock's SimFileShare (RexEdogawa), as since he hasreturned to modding and to updating Britt's mods, I don't need to do this anymore ;)

Thank you ikavelle for this mod please show them some love and support over on they're pateron!

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Miami unserious race overview

Hello and welcome back. We have another interesting race behind us. My thought on each team and driver under the cut as always.

1. Red Bull

I cant believe I'm saying this but Max lost on lack of pace. This is both good news and bad news to me. Good news because the Red Bull is within reach to the rest of the grid and we might get a possible lestappen fight in the future and bad news because my Maxie lost 😭. But it's OK he's gonna win the next one (if Charles let's him he he)

And it looks like red bull got the setup wrong for this race (they applied for a change that was not approved under Parc Ferme) so I'm not too scared. And by the looks of it neither was Max.

At one point Perez had such a bad pace I was like WHAT is wrong with the Red Bull??? It's insane. I'm starting to like Checo again so I don't want him to flop too hard. But alas.. it's Checo. But please please for the love of good be good enough to keep Daniel in the midfield. 🙏

2. Ferrari

Charles was amazing once again all weekend. That's my perfect driver. He did everything right except for that spin but he controlled amazing there too. I just love him so much ok? OK. And he didn't seem too dissapointed with his pace compared to McLaren either maybe because they could keep up with them on similar tyre life's without upgrades. So those coking upgrades must be good if he is this nonchalant to losing to Lando. Like I said, both Charles and Max seemed pretty unaffected but maybe that was just them in the moment being happy for their friend. No way to tell.

Anti Carlos rant and thoughts on the rest of the grid below the cut

Carlos was horrible. Honestly just all in all a really bad performance from him. Please let us start acknowledging this. First he could not pass Daniel in the sprint, then in the race the first thing he does again is attack Charles instead of defend against Perez. Which lead to Perez barging in and almost taking both of them out. He was extremely lucky that didnt happen. Then he kept whining on the radio about how he is faster (he was 0.029 faster for god's sake). And one point when he lost the DRS he wanted a switch which was exactly when he saw he was losing pace and he needed something to happen for him to be in front. Then I don't even want to talk about the fight with Piastri. That was just embarrassing, both from a on track battle perspective and a horrible whiny human being perspective. No skill no personality nothing. I honestly don't remember him being in a battle with someone and not making contact in recent races. And then this same person goes and blames everyone but himself. And not only that, he's saying he had the win???? Honey, Lando would have passed you in half a lap if you hadn't pitted, what are you on about? What win? I wish to be this delusional one day.

Carlos rant over moving on to the man of the hour:

3. McLaren

Lando finally got the win! Yay. Kinda a lot of mixed feelings about this one. I don't want Lando to do good but I am happy that a man who has worked his entire life and has faced disappointment after disappointment is getting to have this moment. And I believe in good karma and positive attitude so I will not be a bitter hater on this one. Congrats Lando and Lando fans. And I am counting this as a win, the safety car helped him but he is not the first nor last to be helped this way, however he drove beautifully after that and deserved the place. Max and Charles fell behind on pace significantly and very fast (albeit Charles was on significantly older tyres).

I am so sorry for Oscar. He used the situation at the start then was really fast and kept both ferraris at bay for too long. All that without the full upgrade package. Really really good performance. He was my driver of the day. Not to mention he had the hardest job yesterday - having to deal with Carlos. Imagine if ferrari didn't decide to pit him first.. I cant even think about it honestly I might go crazy. Can't wait to see what he can do with all the upgrades in Imola.

4. Mercedes

They were fighting Haas all weekend. Toto should stop yapping about Max and resign once and for all.

5. RB

I think RB only have one working car but are not telling anyone. One race Daniel suddenly remembers how to drive the next one its Yuki. They switch the one working car they have each race and no k e can convince me otherwise. (Real talk tho Daniel being p20 3 hours after he got p4 in the sprint is extremely hilarious)

6. Aston Martin

They were racing? The only time I saw Strolls name was when he drove into Lando in the sprint (not his fault this time). I honestly have nothing else to say..

7. Haas

MY NEW FAVORITE TEAM!!!! They are so funny but they are gaining points from it. They provide entertainment on and off track AND they are climbing up the standings. How fucking amazing. Kevin Magnussen you beast. You my man represent what f1 should be about - unhinged chaos. He came he collected 1 minute worth of penalties he finished last. But did we have fun? We sure did. Did Lando win? He fucking won. Did Logan DNF? Unfortunately there has to be a victim here. And he has 2 penalty points left to spare before Ollie makes a comeback and with this track record I think we are about to see Ollie in Monaco. Kevin the fairy godmother of f1. Giving everyone what they want in the most entertaining way possible. Did I mentioned how much I love him? Yeah I do!

8. Alpine

Alpine got a point!!!! Another sentence I didn't think I'd be writing this soon. Good for them. I don't know if it is still only Esteban with the upgrades but it seems like it. Either way this is promising and I'm happy for them. They did that for Travis btw. If you even care.

9. Williams

I feel so sorry for Logan. I feel like I say that way too often but it's the truth this season. Poor guy. The latest victim of the Magnussen tornado. Who Will it get next week? My guess is Perez.

10. Sauber

Idk if anyone noticed but Zhou made it an insane amount if laps on a soft tyre. The last time j checked was 5 6 laps to the end and he was on lap 23 on softs. That's impressive. He probably didn't want to risk losing 50 seconds In the pits again poor guy. Other than that they need to do better. Good job to Zhou tho.

This was my lo gest overview to date I think but im happy with this race and how everything went.

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Since my cozy horror, paranormal boys love romance web novel The Night Farm's first season is finally done on both Patreon and Tapas, I wanted to share the full wrap (small changes pending) to the physical edition with cover art by the amazing K. Lynn Smith! This series is perfect for fans of Stardew Valley, Harvest Moon, and other cozy slice-of-life games and webcomics/manga, titles like Welcome to Night Vale, Gravity Falls, and Love Tractor. Pre-orders will open for the public on the 17th and include a small pre-order discount, a bundle of fun goodies, and you can upgrade to a coffee mug bundle, too!

I'm SO excited to share the physical edition with everyone, and I urge you all to check out the series on my Patreon (the book is available for $1 a month and season two will be coming along shortly) or my Tapas (on a several week delay). I ONLY sell my books through my website, so you'll have to buy directly from me if you want a physical copy, but I ship quickly and send goodies with every package!