#she saw the pic and said ‘oh my god wilds!!!’

[butareyoureallysure]

Idk who needs to know this but I saw Stereophonic on broadway yesterday and met Sarah at the stage door. She was incredibly sweet and was happy to sign a picture of my Leatin painting. It’s now the most special thing I own. Her first thought was to sign her boobs but she changed her mind. And where she *did* sign of all the places she could’ve chosen…

[yunohentai]

night lights. warnings: noncon/cnc ?, pervert heeseung, boob guy hee, reader's older (like 2 years?), reader's shy and sophisticated, virgin reader + experienced hee, dumbification, she says no (which is like noncon) but is enjoying it so its cnc, clicking pics and recording sex too ig??, indication of blackmailing towards the end, he masturbates alot. this is like real filth with some wild kinks. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK + minors dni please.

Lee Heeseung has huge secrets, everyone thinks he's a perfect boy with great grades and a promising future ahead... but little do they know. He's the biggest pervert you could come across. Just 19 yet he's obsessed with sex. He lost his virginity at the age of 17 to a 20 year old girl who rode his dick in a huge crowded party. he was so obsessed with the feeling that since then he's been having sex every week, different pussy every time and well he got blessed to have a huge, thick cock which he knew how to use well, oh and his amazing looks... got all the girls on his dick, ready to let him ruin them.

While you, Y/F/N... knows only the main thing. 'Sex is done to reproduce.' without too much of an idea, and neither you've ever felt any "dark" desire. Innocent little sweetheart who is focused on building up a career and leading a stable life. You love shopping, studying English literature and posting on Instagram. Your tits are so huge. It's as if your tits are honey and boys are bees, they want you and your body so much... but you don't wanna give it up.

Heeseung and you were in the same college but have never crossed ways until today. You were wearing a sage green dress till your knee, which showed alot of your cleavage, your sister always bought you outfits like those in hopes you'll finally have a boy in your life.

You were on your way to class while reading through your 'Wuthering Heights' notes quickly, not noticing your way as you bumped into a guy, falling on top of him. It was obviously none other than, Heeseung. It was a very bad collision. You fell in his lap, your arm hurting as he just stared at you with his mouth wide open, eyes on the main attraction, the huge tits that were almost slipping out of the dress.

Unknowingly his hand moved towards your chest, fixing your dress as you gasped softly and looked into his eyes. he felt your cleavage and the softness made him harden a little as he got up and helped you up too. "I'm so sorry." he apologized and bowed, eyes stuck on your milky white legs. "I'm sorry too! Please forgive me!" you felt really shy and guilty as you bowed, your breasts coming all out again as he moaned lowly and made you stand straight again, "hey it's fine. anyways, I'm heeseung. Freshman." you smiled at him while fixing your dress.

That fucking smile. His heart fluttered, and butterflies filled all of his stomach and he smiled too. "I'm Y/n, Junior." he nodded his head as her cheeks burned with shyness. "I hope we become friends." he winked and walked away, leaving you a mess because of how well that handsome boy treated you and even cared about how your dress revealed your private parts! so considerate!!

He had left straight for the bathroom as he then sat in cubicle, gasping to himself. " Oh wow" he said to himself as he then started wanking, he couldn't help thinking of her. Heeseung tries to use his negative emotions like, anger and all because he works his ass off all the time. So he mostly channels those emotions sexually, kinda hot.

~ ~ ~

The day had ended as you were by your locker, putting in your books and taking the one you're gonna study at home. as heeseung came running to you. "Oh my god- listen y/n do you major in English lit. ?" he asked her, acting all worried. as you nodded your head in confusion. "why?" you asked and he leaned on the lockers. "Okay so our teacher is making me get tutored by a very annoying girl so I told him I'll find someone else, and while looking for someone else I saw you. Do you mind?" he told her with a pout on his lips, and the look in his eyes, that could make everyone melt. "Hmm... I'm not that good at it but I can help."

heeseung smiled. " thanks alot!! btw, your number?" he asked with a pretty smile and you nodded while softly blushing as you both exchanged numbers and shook hands.

~ Timeskip to a month or so later ~

You and Heeseung sat in the hallroom of your rented apartment as you helped him out with the freshman English lit syllabus, wearing shorts and sleeve less top that barely kept your tits inside. "Okay let's take a two minute break." you said and took your phone scrolling through your instagram. you were wearing a really soft shade of pink which highlighted your hard nipples because of cold and your cleavage. Heeseung pulled out his phone and subtly clicked alot of pictures of them, from even different angles.

"hey, i'm gonna use the bathroom." he said and you nodded, very busy on your phone as he quitely went towards the bathroom but sneaked into your bedroom. he knew you won't look for him for the next 10 minutes, so he went into your wardrobe for like the 5th time this month and stole another pair of your panties, it was a lacy white one as he sniffed it and moaned. "Like always. even her fucking panties smell heavenly." he said and put it in his pocket as he went back outside.

he was a bit shocked to see you stretching from your spot, your complete breasts visible and ass in the air, as you lazily tried to grab the charger and your earphones. your hard pink nipples rubbed on the wool carpet getting harder as he felt his dick harden, he looked down and saw the boner. he sighed and coughed, making her gasp and sit back up, fixing her clothes. "Are you alright?" he asked and you nodded. "Let-let's get back to work!" you said and he shook his head. "Wait y/n let me help you." he said and smirked, he knew you were gullible and he could atleast get to touch your tits tonight.

He sat down, way closer to you than before. "Straighten your back." you were about to question but he shushed you and you nodded, giving up. You followed his command as he then leaned down, now his face was almost buried in your chest and your eyes widened. "Hees-" he silenced you and grabbed your tits using his hands. "Heeseung stop!" you said in an angry tone. "just let me do it, y/n!" he said and removed your shirt with one hand and held your hands tightly with the other one. he was so ecstatic to finally see the tits.

he hooked his lips on your nipple and started sucking on it aggressively while caressing the other one, you could feel wetness spread down between your legs. Confusion was what you felt, what's happening- why am i loving it..? she let out a string of hot moans as he grew harder and harder, he then sucked her tits really good, the nipples un-hardening slowly. he then pulled away.

"see. that's how they un-harden" he rolled his eyes and you looked into his eyes. "oh... thank you... heeseung.. can we conti-continue?" he shook his head. "I'm going home." you nodded as he left.

you didn't know or understand this feeling between your legs, as you went into your bedroom, touching between your legs and gasping. "Oh god- i'm just gonna sleep-" you gasped and hugged the pillow between your legs falling asleep.

And well in your sleep, you humped that pillow, thinking it's heeseung's thigh. oh your first wet dream!

while heeseung thrusted his dick into your panties, and also wanked himself off, moaning and grunting your name. how you moaned, your scent, the smell of you in the panties, your tits, your innocence, your beauty.. everything turned him on so bad as he grabbed his phone and wanked himself more and faster, watching you boobs.

~ The next week ~

For the full next week you were acting weird. turning red whenever heeseung was around, and not even avoiding him at all, trying to get closer to him. While heeseung enjoyed the attention and continued to secretly steal your panties and click lewd pictures of you.

For example, He dropped his fork down on purpose and went down the table, where you sat with your legs open wide and enjoyed the food as he clicked a photo. Then when you were busy looking for something under your bed, he got a picture of your perfect round ass. Oh and when you thought he was in the bathroom and sheepishly pushed your hand inside your shorts, feeling and caressing her clit. that photo made him feel so fucking turned on. he litreally caught you touching yourself, he thought. And last, when you had left your main door unlocked and he got in, you had taken off your lens and were showering, you didn't even see him when he got the most lewd of all pictures and videos. Photo and video of you squeezing and scrubbing your tits and them bouncing etc.

He was in love with your body and with sexualizing you. He was excited to fuck you and feel your pussy.

Today you went over to heeseung's so you could help him out with the work and studying as his exam was approaching. you wore the tightest and revealing dress today. it was till your thigh and super tight on the breast region making them pop out more. you had no idea why you were doing this but dressing up for him was fun.

you rang the bell and smiled as he opened the door. "hey y/n, welcome" he greeted as you walked in, taking of your jacket and hanging it. heeseung was done with life now, you're wearing a peach dress till your thighs which was flying everywhere because of the fan, showing him your black underwear and the fact your tits were spilling out and your nipples were visible, you weren't even wearing a bra.

he was now almost offended, she acts innocent? and then dresses like that? is she fooling me.. he pushed away the thoughts and led her into his bedroom as the two sat down and today you were helping him finish his sketches for submission. his arm was pressed in the region between your breasts as you led his hand and helped him sketch. "see, that's how you do it. you're bad at this." you said and continued to lead his hand, as your tits then rubbed on his arm.

That. drived him insane, but he held back and decided to play the same game with you. you giggled at his bad drawing and made fun of him. "Oh yeah? You're so mean" He said and started to tickle you as you giggled and fell backwards onto his bed as he was on top of you tickling you while you giggled and bounced. His eyes were stuck on your tits. "OKAY STOP STOP NOW."

He stopped and you looked into his eyes, seeing a certain look on his face which scared you and brought that same feeling between your legs. "Y/n, Can I?" he asked leaning in to kiss you as you let the thoughts leave your head and pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt and let him lead.

His hands were next to your head as he softly kissed you, slowly speeding up and biting your lips. His hands ranged lower while touching your thighs and touching you sensually as you made out with while breathing heavily. Soon the reality hit you as you pulled away and tried to push him off of you. "heeseung no no-"

You were resisting him but the soft look in his eye had now been replaced by something darker, something more scary. Chills went down your spine and your pussy fluttered. "Shh" He whispered and started to leave a trail of harsh bites kisses from your chin to your shoulder blade. "I've been waiting for this moment. Don't fuck it up for me."

"Heeseung stop, let me go." you said as a few moans left your mouth too. He rolled his eyes and slapped your face as you gasped and looked at him with wide eyes. With one swift moment he threw everything that was on the bed away and pulled you closer to him.

"Are you nicely gonna take it off or should i tear it off?" He asked as you looked at him with doe eyes hoping he'd stop but the need in your eyes stood out to him more. "Fine." And there was your dress, left only in shred around your thighs.

Your tits fell out with a small bounce as he licked his lip at that view. He shimmied off the shreds and your panties to the side as you tried to stop him, few tears forming in your eyes. I want to feel more.. you thought but tried to kick him off of yourself. "Please stop this!!"

His hand moved between your legs harshly as the other one held you down, he rubbed your clit harshly and waited for your wetness to grow so he could put his fingers inside your walls while you complained and cried. His lips were abusing your tits like an animal, biting, pulling the nipple and kissing them. You were moaning and rubbing your hips against his fingers while he thrusted them harshly.

"It- hurts.." You cried out with your eyes closed and he smiled. "Just the way my dick used to hurt watching you in those tiny clothes love." He said and continued abusing your tits and pussy. The tears weren't there because of disgust or any negative feeling, you were crying because you were actually liking it. You knew your dad would kill you if he found out you consummated before marriage.

He was just there admiring your beauty as you threw your head back and moaned softly to his touches. He moved a bit away and stopped touching you as you looked at him. He was rummaging through his side table cupboard as he pulled out a vibrator. You were confused as you watched his click a button and put it into your pussy. "OH GOD-" you moaned and threw your head back.

He then took off his own clothes and started to rub his tip while watching you get off. "Need to get my dick wet myself because you're too dumb to do it for me." He tsked. He noticed how the area around her breast and her face had turned, there was drowsiness in her eyes. "M-my belly-" you moaned as he then stopped to pull the vibrator out.

"Please stop it heeseung... this isn't r-right" You whispered as his hands moved behind your head, and he grabbed your head by your hair. His lips were inches away from yours as he whispered. "I don't care." and there he was, pushing both of your hands above your head and pushing your legs wide apart.

You could feel it, all too much. Even the smallest of touch and the smallest sound in the nearest area, you could feel it all, hear it all. You closed your eyes tightly, slowly fighting the grip his hand had on your hands while he just slid his penis inside you, your faces inches away as a few more tears fell out of your eyes. "I hate you" You whispered out as you felt rippling pain with his soft motion. "D-DON'T!" Heeseung stares at you as you complain about the slight pain.

"Be a woman, Y/n." He whispered as he slowly started to move, taking his time and let the pain turn into pleasure. The moment it did change, it was too clear. You couldn't protest anymore as your hands moved to his shoulder, scratching and wanting him to increase his speed so bad but no word left your mouth except the moans.

"Fuck. this feels so good. so so good" he panted out like an excited child, but in a deep voice. You could feel the shivers on your back as you shook underneath him, letting your breasts bounce and jiggle with each and every hard thrust. Heeseung continued to pound into you senselessly, his eyes stuck on your breasts well it shifted to see your face twist into a pleasure-ful expression. "Gorgeous"

His hands were free now so they dived lower, rubbing your clit while he moved his hips graciously rubbing against THE stop. You felt these overwhelming feelings for the first time in your life, you knew you could just explode anytime and then there came the tickles in your belly. "My belly!" you gasped as you felt his pace increase, it was indicating your coming orgasm and well also how deep his dick was into you. It could be seen when he thrusted inside. "m-my god-"

"You're all mine now" he smiled, watching his cock create the bulge in your belly, proudly. He groaned when you clenched a little too hard on his dick. It twitched inside of you, as you felt him paint your insides white. That feeling broke your control too as you felt all of your tension and stress evaporate along with the "liquid".

You felt free, but little did you know by putting that small camera right in the correct corner... he might have changed everything, and made sure that you stay with him and only him.

[py-dreamer]

So... I know I'm late...

But yea! I said I was coming back with some stickers and I kept my word! I would've hoped that I could've completed the sheet in like a day but as you can see...that didn't work out

I know I've been a bit MIA lately but burnout sucks. I do have a lot of WIPS I really want to work on but again, it seems that the ProcrastiNation hath struck my feeble mortal brain again.

But anyways:

I headcanon Aroace Mei, just a personal headcanon (disagree if you like) I also like lesbian Mei but thought I'd give some aroace appreciation

Silktea was only given 1 episode but OH BOY did it fuel our wild shipping habits. And I jumped on the bandwagon. It's a reference to that scene in She-Ra where Scorpia tells Catra she 'didn't want to do this' then wraps kitty up in the blankey and cradles her like a wee baby. And Sandy would do that for any friend, I will die on this hill

Saw a fanart where Mk had a pig nose themed pacifier and I just yoinked that idea. The pig hoodie and the pacifier seems like something Tang would do for Pigsy (also to get away with free noodles cause who can say no to that face?~)

Mac showing Wukong the lantern. What can I say, mans' fascinated by them pretty lights. Though our little performer's eyes seem to be straying from the show (^u ')

I know many people have issues with shipping with Nezha and such and I know the two had a rough history but y'know what fans do; they love to make the people who kill each other soulmates (platonic, romantic or otherwise) Even if it wasn't romantic, I still love the idea of them being buddies and just chilling, the danger noodle prince and the angy prince snuggle and watch a movie (mainly from Nezha 2019 but I also saw New Gods and can I just say, I want those two twinks to bicker then kiss awkwardly and I want Yun Xiang to BEAT. HIS. ASS) but in case anyone asks, I do perceive Nezha to be a consenting adult in general outside shipping drama and if the two are adults, it does make my heart squeal when I see these two hold hands and whatnot

HOW COULD I EVER FORGET MY SPICYBOIS, inspired by that one Ponyo kiss scene. I was actually gonna make a bigger piece but then I saw someone do it already in a much better fashion than I ever could and I just gave up on the idea but Ig here, its just like the two cakes mentality and I gave it a go. Hope I could do the concept justice

Have spider queen or scorpion queen ever interacted before? No. But they are both queens and I believe Spider Queen's confidence could rub off on Scorpion Queen and she'd appreciate the company of Spider Queen's children henchmen. Also she give yummy food so lesbian venomqueens for the win

Redraw of that moment with Peng and Azure. I normally detest that bird but these two do get some gears grinding and whatever anyone says. Neither of those two are straight. I'll tell ya that.

Toxicinsanity is another rarepair that had like 1 sec screen time. I don't think they'd ever work out in canon and had virtually no chemistry. I still love all the fluffy ship content I can find of them though and if it ever were to happen. I think the mayor would scare the sh!t out of Syntax

Let's get at least one hetero couple here, Chang'e and Hou'Yi are a couple of favorites ngl, I took most of their outfits from Over the moon cause both of them looked stunning, Chang'e especially. I've seen people ship mah girl with other people and while I do agree it's healthy to move on, in my heart she will always long for Hou'Yi

Also irl, on valentines, my mum took us out for lunch, she treated us to bubble tea and donuts. We walked home so I waited to drink mah drink in my room while I drew and I accidentally finished it all... I'm so sorry mum

f*ck I forgot ironbull. Uhh....I'll draw something later, rn I need to go to bed before I get yelled at...

click pic for less sh!ty quality!

[malkon-dova]

QUOOM QUOOM QUOOM QUOOM QUOOM

OUTER WILDS 1ST PLAYTHROUGH LIVEBLOG | SPOILERS AHEAD | NO TIPS/GUIDES PRETTY PLEASE THANK YOU

YOU READ THE TITLE!!! OH MY GOD I FINALLY DID IT!! I DID IT!!! I GOT TO THE QUANTUM MOON!!!! gosh- ohhh ohhhhh good goduhm!! how do i get started??

a couple sessions ago if you've been following these, I traveled down the quantum tower in Giants Den and learned about quantum mechanics!! that paired with exploring lake bed and the quantum shard on ember-twin taught me a lot about how it all worked right?

well in a mini session i had earlier this week (didn't liveblog it then, but i'll talk about it here now)- I was able to get to the quantum tower of knowledge in Brittle!!! just by waiting for it to be blown up by the moon! how fantastic is that?? i honestly thought it wasnt the intended solution until my playthrough buddy @aetergator said it was fdhkgdfk; i find that hilarious honestly- I swear I thought I'd have to do some quantum schenanigans sdhkfgsdg

either way! i got in and learned some stuff about entering the "6th location" through a temple. frankly, i was a bit disappointed finding only that bit of knowledge; I was really hoping to find some direct instruction on how to get to Quantum. still! i got that information and the ship log with it.

cut forward to this session and after failing to figure out how to get to the sun station warp on Ash twin for the millionth time, I decided to try to get to Quantum! why not yknow?

I already knew that Quantum disappears the moment i try to pierce the atmosphere from a previous attempt a decent while ago. i figured that because my sight got clouded by the Quantum storm, it counted as me losing sight of the moon- hence allowing it to teleport.

so, in this attempt, i did the only thing that could possibly circumvent that and OH MY GOD I MADE IT.

and oh. oh my GOD. ITS SO COOL. ITS SO SO SO SO COOL!!!!!!!! I FELL IN LOVEEE WITH THE QUANTUM MECHANICS WHEN I FIRST LEARNED ABOUT IT, AND NOW HERE'S A MOON THAT IS ENTIRELY QUANTUM!!! AND I'M ON IT!!!!!!!!!

AND OF COURSE THE TEMPLE!!!!! GODDD I love seeing it teleport around :))) i love love love quantum stuff its so cool !!! same with the shuttle!!!!! i first saw it at the gravity cannon on brittle when I recalled it, but it was so cool to see it on the moon itself!!!

anyways, the next sequence of events i figured out like-- really quickly- but here's a quick run down

>arrive on moon (freaking out; holy shit im here) >sees temple; recalls knowledge from brittle quantum tower (guess i gotta go to the north pole before going into the temple) >north pole is inaccessible (i came in when it was orbiting bramble) >erm; guess i'll go to the temple anyways >go to 6th location; door is blocked (guess ill explore the other planets) >oh my god the moon is changing with each planet (sees north pole is changing as well) >what if i went to a planet that didn't actively threaten my life >goes to timber; north pole is accessible; jackpot!!!!!! >get temple to north pole; go inside; teleport to 6th location >oh. my god.

HELLO??? HELLO. HELLO OH MY GOD??? I NEVER THOUGHT I'D MEET A NOMAI???? OH MY GOD

SOLANUM SWEETIE HELLO!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELLO DARLING!!!!!! HELLO!!!!!!!!!!!

o uh my god. ooh my god. WE'RE FRIENDS!!!!!! WE'RE FRIENDS

me and the bestieee :) (i will never recover from this joyous day)

also my bestie is dead and their body is quantum. this genuinely spooked me when i saw this btw! :,) i was already spooked from jumping into The Eye and landing back into Timber Quantum- but then the whiplash of "oh that's solanum's body" mixed with "did. did she move." spooked me extra!!! very cool; but also very sad.

oh! another thing! i discovered you can track the temple and all it's instances through the scout if you dont have a pic!!! see those little yellow dots on the map? slowly over time those appeared and showed where the temple could appear (and sometimes they did!) it's so cool, i wonder if i could use this knowledge for something such as Bramble (w/the duplicate signals and all)! dunno how i'd use it tho!

but yeah! in other things, i finally got the last bit of info i was missing from Sunless!!! (and the solution was so easy too... just had to fall into the right sand hole from above.. i thought i had to find some way below w/the tractor beam and all..). regardless! i actually already knew this information that i discovered here! i saw that gravity warp symbol whenever id graze by the Sun Station, and i assumed that the sun shaped tower on Ash Twin is the right warp!! still, its good to get confirmation

I also talked to Riebeck!!!! so much stuff to talk about!! feels good to have a fella to talk about the Solanum interaction with!!!

either way; next time in outer wilds, i ought to either find The Vessel, get to the sunstation warp, and or get into the area where all my memories are held on Ash! hooray! lots of things to do

i love this game man, i really do

[venactricisfics]

Bucking Tradition: A Yellowstone Fanfic

Chapter Forty-Eight

Chapter List

Adult Content 18+

I was pulled awake at the crack of dawn by my phone buzzing so hard it fell off the nightstand. 

18 missed calls. 

15 missed texts.

The phone buzzed again, Laramie’s name on the screen and I answered it, “What is going on? I just woke up to my phone blowing up.”

“Girl, have you seen the news or checked your feed? You are everywhere,” she chimed. “That kid was the grandson of a big oil tycoon.” 

I sat up fast, my heart already starting to race. “What?”

“You saved a kid from getting gored by a bull on live TV,” Laramie continued, breathless with excitement. “Someone caught the whole thing on video. It’s already got, like, three million views. You’re on the front page of everything—Rodeo Digest, TMZ, hell, even Good Morning America is talking about you.”

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, staring at nothing for a second as it all sank in. “I just did what anyone would’ve done.”

“No, babe. You did what a badass would do,” she laughed. “You rode in like some pink-saddled superhero and scooped up the kid like it was nothing. And the way you handled that horse? People are calling you ‘The Cowgirl Guardian Angel.’”

I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. “Oh God.”

“Oh yes,” Laramie said smugly. “Your follower count just exploded. Everyone wants to talk to you—there are reporters camped out at the front desk of your hotel. You might wanna skip the free continental breakfast.”

I stood and peeked out the window. Sure enough, a few cameras were already set up in the parking lot.

“Shit,” I muttered. “Ryan’s gonna flip.”

“Ryan is gonna fall even harder in love with you,” she corrected. “You saved a kid, and you did it while looking hot as hell in that sparkly-ass saddle.”

Despite myself, a little grin tugged at the corners of my mouth. “Well… Bloom was in top form.”

“Don’t get modest on me now,” she said. “You’re a hero.”

I glanced at my phone again. Notifications were still flooding in. Mentions. Shares. A DM from a blue checkmark I wasn’t even sure was real.

My quiet little rodeo trip just turned into a media circus.

“I gotta call Ryan,” I said, already swiping to his name.

“Tell him to watch the clip,” she added. “And send me a pic if he starts crying. I live for that shit.”

I rolled my eyes and ended the call, heart pounding as I hit Ryan’s name.

This was gonna be one hell of a morning.

“Morning, baby,” I heard Ryan’s familiar drawl, low and a little sleepy. “Sleep good?”

I sank back against the headboard, the sound of his voice warming me more than the thin hotel comforter ever could. “After talking to you last night?” I let my lips curve into a smile. “Yeah. I did.”

“How’s camp?” I asked, twirling a bit of my hair as I listened to the faint rustle of wind and distant mooing on his end.

“Same as it was when you left. The cattle send their love,” he said, amusement curling through his tone.

In the background, Teeter shouted, “Y’all are fuckin’ ridiculous.”

I laughed. “I’m surprised she doesn’t have Colby tied up in her tent by now.”

“I haven’t seen him yet this morning, so that’s still a possibility.”

I hesitated, biting my bottom lip as I glanced at the phone still vibrating with fresh notifications. “Hey… have you seen the news?”

He was quiet for a beat. “Baby, we’re in a cattle pasture in the middle of Texas. No TV. Barely a signal. What’s going on?”

I sat forward, nerves fluttering in my chest like wild birds. “I kind of… did something yesterday during the qualifiers.”

“Oh?” I could hear the curiosity in his voice now, pulling him into the moment. “You win something?”

“No,” I said slowly. “Not the competition. A kid got into the arena right before a bull was set to be let loose. No one saw him. Except me.”

I paused. Ryan didn’t say anything, just waited.

“I rode Bloom straight in there, scooped the boy up before that chute opened,” I continued, voice steady despite the thudding of my heart. “It was fast, but someone caught it on video. It's all over social media. News outlets picked it up, too.”

Another pause.

Then Ryan exhaled, long and low. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Just… a little overwhelmed. There are reporters downstairs.”

“Shit, baby,” he murmured, “You saved a kid. Of course, the world’s talkin’. But I’m damn proud of you. I hope you know that.”

That was all it took for the tightness in my chest to crack open a little. “You’re not mad I didn’t call right after?”

“Nah,” he said, soft now. “You were probably still running on adrenaline. Besides… I would’ve hopped in the truck and driven to Houston without even putting on shoes.”

I smiled at the ceiling, my heart a little steadier now. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too. But now I’m missin’ a hero.”

“Oh, shut up,” I laughed, swiping at the tear that tried to sneak down my cheek.

“I’m serious,” he said. “You ride like hell and save babies now? What the hell can’t you do?”

“Apparently keep a low profile,” I muttered.

“Good,” Ryan said, low and certain. “The world could use a little more of you in it.”

And just like that, all the chaos outside that hotel room door didn’t feel so loud anymore.

By the time I made it down to the hotel lobby, my face was on every TV screen.

Footage of me racing Bloom across the arena, scooping that boy up like it was just another day at the ranch, played on a loop. Someone had caught it all on their phone — the angle shaky, the audio a mess — but there I was. Hat low, boots firm in the stirrups, jaw set like I’d planned the whole damn thing.

“Ms. Dutton,” a woman with a too-white smile and a clipboard intercepted me before I could escape. “The Houston Rodeo Committee would love a quick interview. Just a few words for the local press—”

I gave her a polite shake of the head. “Not interested in being anyone’s hero. Just did what needed doin’.”

She blinked, clearly not used to no.

Too bad.

Outside, there were already cameras. Reporters. Hell, I caught sight of a camera crew from a national morning show. One of them had a windbreaker with LIVE printed across the back like they were reporting on a war zone, not a horse show.

Travis pulled the truck around, leaned out the window. “You savin’ the world again or you wanna grab lunch?”

“Depends,” I muttered, tugging my ball cap low and climbing in, “you takin’ me somewhere with back doors and no press?”

“You know it.”

As we peeled away from the chaos, I checked my phone. Laramie had sent ten more texts. The latest was a screenshot of my name trending.

#RodeoRescue #CowgirlSavesChild #AlexDuttonHero

“Well, shit,” I whispered.

My phone rang again. This time, it wasn’t a reporter or a friend or someone looking to “amplify my story.”

It was my father.

DAD lit up the screen like a warning.

I let it ring twice before answering. “Morning.”

“What the hell did you do?” his voice came in hard and cold — not angry exactly, but sharp enough to make me sit up straighter in my seat.

“I saved a kid,” I said plainly, leaning my head against the truck window. “You’re welcome.”

“Don’t get smart with me,” he snapped. “I’ve had three lawyers, two PR people, and your brother call me before sunrise. Your face is everywhere. Dutton is everywhere. I thought you were in Houston to ride, not stir up a damn media circus.”

I swallowed, jaw tightening. “I didn’t exactly plan it, Dad. The arena gate was open, and a six-year-old wandered in front of a chute. I did what you’d do.”

There was a pause on the other end. Just breathing. Then, softer—

“You alright?”

That caught me off guard. “Yeah. I’m fine. Kid’s fine.”

Another long silence. “You need to lay low. Let it blow over. Keep your name off the camera, you hear me?”

“And if someone else had grabbed him?” I pushed. “If I hadn’t—”

“I know what you did,” he cut me off. “And I’m proud of you. But that name — our name — it attracts attention. Not all of it good. You stay sharp.”

Click.

Just like that. No goodbye. No “I love you.” Just a call to remind me that no matter what I did, I was still a Dutton — and the world had a hell of a lot to say about that.

“Sometimes I wonder if anything I do will ever be enough for him,” I muttered, eyes on the road ahead—not really expecting an answer.

Travis didn’t speak right away. The hum of the tires and the distant rattle of trailers filled the silence.

“Your dad’s always been a worrier,” he said finally, his voice softer than usual. “Man like that—he loves hard, but it don’t always come out sweet. Just wants you to be safe.”

I exhaled through my nose, slow and steady. “I know. I wasn’t thinking about myself or what he’d say or how it would look. I just saw that kid and knew I had to get him out of there.”

Travis nodded. “You did the right thing. Cameras or not. That little boy goes home tonight ‘cause of you. That’s what matters.”

I let his words sit for a moment, warm and steady in my chest. It wasn’t approval, exactly—but it was something close. Something real.

The second I stepped out of the truck, cameras were already aimed in my direction.

“Ma’am! Over here!” “Miss, can we get a comment about yesterday’s rescue?” “Is it true you didn’t know who the boy was?”

The flash of bulbs and swarm of microphones made me pause mid-step. Travis let out a low whistle behind me.

“Guess word travels fast.”

“I thought I’d have a little more time before the circus showed up,” I muttered, adjusting my hat lower over my eyes.

One of the reporters surged forward. “Were you aware the child was the grandson of Cole Bennett, CEO of Bennett Oil?”

“No,” I said flatly, “and I didn’t care.”

That got them. A quiet ripple moved through the crowd before the shouting started again.

“Do you consider yourself a hero?” “Has Mr. Bennett reached out to you?” “Are you planning to make a statement?”

“I’m planning to ride,” I said. “If y’all wanna watch that, feel free.”

I turned and headed for the warm-up ring like the cameras weren’t still flashing behind me. Travis chuckled and followed.

“Remind me to never piss you off.”

Later that afternoon, after my event wrapped and Bloom was tucked into his stall, a man in a perfectly tailored suit stepped into the quiet aisle of the stables like he belonged there. The dust didn’t even cling to his polished boots.

“Miss Dutton?” he asked, polite but precise. “My name is Garrett. I work with the Bennett family. Mr. Bennett sent me to speak with you.”

I blinked, my fingers still curled around Bloom’s lead rope. “He sent someone here?”

“He wanted to thank you in person, but... security concerns.” Garrett offered a small, tight smile. “The family is—understandably—very shaken. That little boy, Dylan, he’s their only grandson.”

“I didn’t know who he was,” I said, voice still laced with fatigue. “Wouldn’t have mattered if I had.”

Garrett nodded. “That’s exactly why they’d like to speak with you privately. Mr. Bennett was hoping you might be available for dinner tomorrow night. Discreet. Off-site.”

I eyed him. “This a thank you, or a buyout?”

That smile flickered into something sharper. “It’s an invitation.”

“And if I say no?”

“Then I’ll thank you again on his behalf and walk away.” He paused, eyes glancing over my boots, the dust on my jeans. “But if you’re curious—if you’re the kind of woman who likes to know what kind of ripple she’s just caused—you’ll come.”

I didn't answer right away. Just scratched Bloom’s neck while the gears turned in my head.

Finally, I said, “I’ll think about it.”

Garrett gave a crisp nod. He turned and left without another word, disappearing between the trailers like he’d never been there at all.

I sat down on the bench near the stables, my mind running a mile a minute. The conversation with Garrett Bennett had left me uneasy. It wasn’t just about the dinner; it was the way he’d said it, like there was something more at play here. I needed advice, and there was only one person who could give me the honest truth.

I grabbed my phone and dialed Jamie’s number. It rang twice before he picked up.

“Alex? What’s going on?” Jamie’s voice was calm, but I could hear the faint edge of concern.

“I’m not sure yet,” I answered, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice. “I just got a call from one of the Bennetts—Garrett. He wants me to come to a private dinner tonight, says it’s a thank-you for what happened with their grandson.”

“Private dinner? That sounds like more than just a thank you,” Jamie replied, his voice low. “The Bennetts are big players. Why the secrecy?”

“I don’t know,” I said, rubbing my temples. “It doesn’t feel right. They’ve been all over the media since the kid’s been in the hospital, but the way Garrett spoke... like it was more about the family than just the kid. I don’t want to be part of some business move, but I also don’t want to turn them down if they’re genuinely grateful.”

Jamie paused for a moment before speaking. “Alex, you know as well as I do that people like the Bennetts don’t do things out of the kindness of their hearts. There’s always an angle. And you don’t get this kind of attention without a price.”

“I didn’t ask for any of this,” I muttered, frustration creeping in. “I just helped. But I can’t ignore the fact that they’ve got a lot of resources at their disposal. What if they’re trying to leverage me for something?”

“I think you already know the answer to that,” Jamie replied. “They want something from you. The question is—what?”

I sighed, feeling the weight of his words settle in my gut. “So, what do you think I should do?”

“You need to be careful. Go if you want, but don’t go alone. Take someone with you who can keep their eyes open. They’ll be watching you the entire time.”

I leaned back against the wall, my mind turning. “You’re right. I’m not walking into this blind. I’ll take someone with me. But I’m not sure who.”

“You’ve got Ryan. He’s always got your back. Or you could bring me if you want someone who knows how these people work.”

I smiled a little at the offer, despite myself. “I’ll keep that in mind. But for now, I think I’ll talk to Ryan first. He’s my priority. And he’ll be the one I need with me most if this turns into something bigger.”

“Sounds like a good plan,” Jamie said. “Just be careful, Alex. Whatever their motives are, they’re not as innocent as they seem.”

“I know,” I said, glancing at the time. “I’ll make sure I’m prepared. Thanks, Jamie.”

“Anytime, Alex. Just make sure you don’t get caught up in their game.”

As I hung up the phone, I took a deep breath. I had a lot to think about. I wasn’t about to walk into this dinner unprepared. I needed Ryan with me. But the real question was whether he could handle the heat of this situation—or if this would end up becoming a bigger mess than I was ready for.

🐴

I paced my hotel room as my phone rang. It was earlier than I normally called, he may even still be in the field. 

“Hey, baby,” he answered, “Everything ok?”

“Yeah, just a little overwhelmed by everything,” I answered, “And I wanted to hear your voice.”

“Oh, did you?” I could hear the smirk in his voice, “I’m still with the guys, so we can’t have that kind of talk.”

I smiled despite myself, letting the warmth of his voice seep into the cracks the day had made in me.

“I wasn’t calling for that kind of talk,” I said, even though we both knew I wouldn’t have minded it. “I just… needed something to anchor me for a second. Everything’s happening so fast.”

“You’ve been all over my feed, baby,” Ryan said, voice softening. “They’re calling you a damn hero.”

“I didn’t do it for that,” I murmured, sinking onto the edge of the bed. “I just saw a kid in danger and moved. But now I’ve got media circling the grounds, people I don’t know reaching out, and—” I paused, chewing my lip. “One of the oil family guys wants to meet with me. Private dinner.”

That got his attention. “Dinner? Alone?”

“That’s the plan,” I said. “I called Jamie too—just to get some perspective. He said the same thing I’m thinking. That there’s more to this than just gratitude.”

“I don’t like it,” Ryan said, voice dropping just enough to let the cowboy edge slip through. “If they really just wanted to say thanks, they’d send flowers and a fat donation to a charity in your name—not wine and steak behind closed doors.”

I let out a breath. “I was thinking about asking someone to come with me. Jamie offered. But honestly… I want it to be you.”

He didn’t respond right away. I could hear the faint shuffle of boots on dirt, maybe the low murmur of the guys around him. Then, quieter, like he’d stepped away:

“You want me to come to you?”

“I do,” I said, voice softer now. “Not just because I don’t trust them—but because I trust you. I need someone in my corner who knows me, and who won’t let anyone try and spin this into something it’s not.”

“I’m on my way,” he said without missing a beat. “Soon as I can get someone to cover me here, I’m heading that way.”

I smiled again, tighter this time, but real. “Thank you.”

“You don’t gotta thank me for that, sweetheart,” he said, that drawl smoothing out the last of the chaos in my chest. “You saved a kid’s life. Now let me come take care of mine.”

I smiled despite myself, letting the warmth of his voice seep into the cracks the day had made in me.

“I love you,” I told him. 

“I figured you might,” he responded, “I love you too, baby.”

“Y’all are so fucking sappy,” I heard Teeter shout.

“Tell Teeter I miss her,” I said.

“Oh, she knows,” Ryan chuckled, “Let me talk to Rip, I’ll call you when I’m on the road.” 

“OK, cowboy. I’m counting the minutes,” I replied, “Be careful.” 

Ryan's voice dropped a little lower, a little rougher, “Always am. Especially when I got somethin’ worth coming home to.”

The call ended, but I held onto the phone a second longer, like it might stretch the warmth of his voice a little longer through my fingers. My heart still beat a little too fast, but it wasn’t just from nerves anymore. It was him. His steady calm, his easy confidence, the way he never made me feel like I was handling too much on my own—even when I was.

I set the phone down and glanced at the clock. If he talked to Rip and hit the road soon, he could be here by tonight. That thought alone settled the spinning in my chest.

I crossed the room to the window and looked out at the stadium below, already buzzing with morning prep. Somewhere down there, the media circus was gearing up again. And tonight… I had dinner with a billionaire’s son.

But the only thing I was counting down to was the sound of his boots in the hall.

🐎

The knock on the hotel door came just after sunset.

I didn’t need to ask who it was.

My heart knew before my feet did, and I crossed the room in three quick strides, wrenching the door open like I hadn’t been waiting all day, counting down every hour, watching the GPS on his phone like a lunatic.

There he was. Sunburnt. Dust-covered. Leaning against the doorframe like he hadn’t just driven five hundred miles. Like he hadn’t just left behind everything to show up for me.

"Hey, baby," he said, and just like that, my lungs forgot how to work.

I didn’t answer. Didn’t need to. I reached for him, and he caught me around the waist, lifting me off the floor like I weighed nothing at all. His mouth met mine halfway, and the rest of the world just—stopped.

No cameras. No headlines. No expectations. Just me and him, and the way his hands slid into my hair like they belonged there. The way I melted into his chest like I was made for it.

“You really drove all day just to see me?” I whispered against his lips.

He grinned, eyes warm and impossibly tired. “You say the word, and I’d drive every damn day.”

I kissed him again, slower this time. Softer.

“Good,” I said, pulling back just enough to tug him into the room and kick the door shut behind him. “Because I don’t plan on letting you leave anytime soon.”

His bag hit the floor with a dull thud, and I backed him toward the bed like I’d been thinking about this moment since the second I opened my eyes that morning—because I had.

Ryan didn’t need a cue. His hands slid under the hem of my shirt, fingers splayed wide across my skin like he was grounding himself in me. My breath hitched when he peeled the fabric over my head, tossing it somewhere behind us. His gaze darkened, settling on me like he was starving.

“God, I missed you,” he said, voice low, rough. “You got no idea what that did to me—watchin’ that video of you on Bloom, savin’ that kid like it was nothing.”

“It wasn’t nothing,” I breathed, my hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. “It was everything. I was shaking so bad I couldn’t even call you afterward.”

His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my shorts, dragging them down slow, like he was unwrapping something precious. “You don’t ever have to explain why you did what you did, darlin’. That’s just you. Brave. Reckless. Stubborn as hell.”

“You forgot irresistible,” I murmured, pulling his belt loose with a practiced flick.

“I never forget that.”

The kiss that followed wasn’t slow or soft—it was hungry. Like time owed us something, and we were collecting every second we’d missed. He tumbled me onto the mattress and followed, his weight solid, his body heat soaking into mine. Every touch was familiar and electric, like our bodies knew this rhythm by heart.

He was solid above me, heavy in the best way, his body heat soaking into my skin like sunlight after a storm. Every touch sparked with memory—familiar, electric, a rhythm only we knew how to play.

His hands glided down the curve of my hips, fingers brushing the sensitive dip of my waist before sliding up to cup my face. His thumbs stroked over my cheekbones, soft and reverent, right before he kissed me again—deeper this time. His tongue danced with mine, slow and teasing, coaxing a shiver down my spine and a sigh from my lips.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, voice low and rough as he pulled back just enough to search my face.

“It’s just… been a long day,” I admitted, my voice trembling as much as the rest of me.

His eyes softened, thumb brushing along my jaw. “Tell me what you need.”

I didn’t hesitate. “You. Just you.”

That was all it took.

His mouth met mine again, hotter, needier, as his hands roamed with purpose—trailing down, mapping the curves he already knew like they’d changed since the last time he touched me. When his fingers brushed the inside of my thighs, I gasped, my whole body tightening in anticipation. His touch was deliberate, calculated, like he was trying to memorize me all over again.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his voice rough with need.

I arched into him, hips rising, heart racing, fingers clutching his shoulders as his lips trailed fire along my neck. He lingered at the hollow of my throat before grazing his teeth across my collarbone, pulling a moan from me I couldn’t hold back.

“Ryan—” I gasped, threading my fingers through his hair.

He didn’t stop. His mouth dipped lower, tongue flicking against the swell of my breast before his lips closed around a nipple, teasing until my back bowed off the bed and a broken cry escaped me. 

“Please—” I whispered, barely able to form the word.

He lifted his head, eyes dark and heavy-lidded. “Please, what, baby?”

I couldn’t find the words. I didn’t need to. I just pulled him closer, my legs wrapping around his waist as he settled between them. His body pressed tight to mine, thick and hard against my thigh, and it sent another wave of need crashing through me.

“Tell me,” he said again, voice hoarse. “I need to hear it.”

“I need you inside me,” I breathed, the words shaky but sure.

A low groan tore from his throat as he crushed his mouth to mine, kissing me like he wanted to climb inside my soul. His hands found my hips, lifting me just enough to guide himself to my entrance.

“Please, Ryan—”

My body arching, pleading, aching as he pushed inside. Inch by slow, aching inch. My breath caught as he filled me completely, the stretch perfect, the pressure overwhelming in all the right ways.

Holy fuck.

He stilled, forehead resting against mine, his breath ragged. “You okay?” he whispered, his voice trembling with restraint.

I nodded, barely able to speak. “Y-yeah. You feel…” I couldn’t finish. There weren’t words for it. For this.

He kissed my temple, lips warm and grounding. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

I whimpered, nails digging into his back, hips shifting instinctively. “Move. Please, Ryan.”

And he did.

Slow, deep thrusts that stole the air from my lungs and set my nerves on fire. His rhythm was steady, like he was making love to the beat of my heart. Every stroke sent pleasure spiraling through me, and every time he pulled back, I ached for more.

I held onto him like he was the only thing tethering me to the earth.

His eyes never left mine, watching every flicker of emotion cross my face like it meant something. Like I meant something. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, voice reverent. “Watching you come undone for me—that’s the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

I could feel the build beginning, the heat coiling low in my belly, tightening with every thrust. “Ryan,” I gasped, voice shaking. “I—I can’t—I’m going to—”

He held me tighter, one hand braced by my head, the other gripping my hip like he needed the contact to stay grounded. “I love you,” he breathed, words catching on a moan.

“I love you,” I whispered back, just as everything inside me shattered, the orgasm crashing over me like a tide. It dragged me under, stole my breath, left me wrecked and clinging to him like salvation.

He followed a moment later with a deep, guttural groan, hips snapping once, twice before he spilled inside me, burying his face in my neck as he trembled with the force of it.

We stayed like that—wrapped around each other, breathless and spent, hearts pounding in sync. He rolled to the side, pulling me with him so I was curled against his chest, his arms tight around me like he never planned to let go.

“I’ve been dreaming of this all day,” he whispered, lips brushing my hair. “Every mile I drove, all I could think about was being inside you again.”

I smiled, eyelids heavy. “You’re such a romantic.”

He chuckled, low and satisfied, the sound vibrating through his chest beneath my cheek. “Only for you, baby. Only for you.”

Outside, the city began to light up, shadows falling long and soft against the walls. But in that room, it was quiet. Warm. Safe. And for the first time in a long time, I let myself believe I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

“I did something, it’s probably dumb,” I muttered, grabbing my phone and scrolling through the images. My stomach knotted as I hesitated, the weight of what I was about to show him settling in. “I was going to send it to you before everything happened.”

Ryan shifted beside me, propping himself up on one elbow. His eyes flickered to my phone with a mix of curiosity and something deeper. “What were you gonna send me?” he asked, his voice rough but soft, like gravel smoothed by the ocean.

I swallowed hard, my thumb hovering over the image. “Just… this,” I said, finally tapping the screen and turning it toward him.

The photo filled the display—me lying backwards across Bloom’s back, my body stretched out like a lazy cat in the sun. My hair fanned out behind me, and the only things I wore were a smirk and my cowboy boots. The lighting was soft, golden, and the angle was just enough to leave everything to the imagination, but not enough to hide the teasing confidence in my expression.

Ryan’s face changed instantly. His gaze darkened, flicking over the image like he was trying to memorize every detail. His jaw ticked, and I could almost hear the gears turning in his head, the way his breath caught for just a beat before he dragged it in slow through his nose.

“Jesus,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. His eyes stayed locked on the screen like it might burn him. “You were gonna send me this?”

I nodded, suddenly shy despite everything we’d just done. My cheeks heated, and I couldn’t quite meet his eyes. “Yeah. I wanted to… surprise you.”

He looked up at me then, and the intensity in his gaze made my breath hitch. That familiar mix of reverence and hunger blazed behind his eyes, and for a moment, it felt like the room had grown smaller, the air thicker. “Baby, you can’t drop something like that on me and expect me to just sit here.”

Before I could respond, he set the phone down carefully, like it was fragile—like I was fragile—and then pulled me into his lap without warning. My gasp was swallowed by his mouth as his hands gripped my thighs, the heat between us reigniting like we hadn’t just shattered together minutes ago.

“That smirk,” he growled, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke. “Those boots… You know what that does to me?”

“Thought I had an idea,” I whispered, my breath catching as his fingers found their way under the hem of the blanket wrapped around me. The fabric slipped off my shoulders, pooling around my waist, and his touch was electric against my skin.

“You were gonna send that to me,” he repeated, more to himself this time. His hand splayed across my lower back, pulling me tight against him. “I would’ve driven even faster. Might’ve left tire marks in the goddamn sky.”

I laughed, breathless, tilting my head until our foreheads touched. His skin was warm against mine, and the scent of him—sunshine and sweat and something so uniquely Ryan—wrapped around me like a promise. “Guess I owe you a few more pictures then.”

He grinned, wicked and warm, and the way his eyes crinkled at the corners made my chest ache. “Yeah, but next time… I’ll be the one holding the camera.”

And just like that, the air between us sparked again—charged with something electric and reckless and sweet. His hands moved slowly, deliberately, tracing the curve of my spine, the dip of my waist, like he was mapping every inch of me. My breath came faster, my heart thudding in my chest as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive spot just below my ear.

“You’re killin’ me, you know that?” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “Wearin’ those boots, smilin’ like that… You’re damn near irresistible.”

I arched into him, my hands tangling in his hair as I pulled his mouth back to mine. The kiss was fierce, hungry, like we were both trying to make up for lost time. His tongue slid against mine, and I could feel the tension in his body, the way he held himself back just enough to keep it from being too much.

But I didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted all of him.

He groaned, a low, guttural sound that made my stomach tighten. His hands slid down to my hips, gripping them hard as he shifted us both until I was lying back against the pillows, his body hovering over mine. His eyes burned into me, dark and wild, and I could see the struggle in them—the part of him that wanted to take his time and the part that wanted to devour me whole.

My fingers dug into his shoulders, and I gasped as his lips trailed down my neck, nipping at the soft skin there.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he muttered, his voice muffled against my chest as his mouth found the curve of my breast. His tongue flicked over my nipple, and I arched into him with a sharp cry, my body trembling with anticipation.

“Ryan,” I gasped, my fingers tightening in his hair. “I need—”

“I know what you need,” he interrupted, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine. He moved lower, his lips trailing down my stomach, and I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin as he settled between my legs. “And I’m gonna give it to you.”

His tongue flicked against me, and I cried out, my back arching off the bed. His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he licked and teased, driving me higher and higher until I thought I might explode. My fingers twisted in the sheets, and I could hear myself begging, pleading for more, but he didn’t stop. Not until I was shaking, gasping, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping me grounded.

“That’s it, darlin’,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he moved back up my body, his lips brushing against mine. “Let me hear you.”

I didn’t have a choice. The moment his hand slipped between us, his fingers pressing against me, I shattered. My body convulsed, and I cried his name, the sound echoing through the room as he kissed me through it, swallowing every gasp, every moan, every whimper.

…When I finally came down, I was trembling beneath him, my breath ragged and my heart pounding like it wanted to leap out of my chest. He was still there—lips ghosting over my jaw, thumb stroking soothing circles into my hip, grounding me as the aftershocks pulsed through me.

“You’re unreal,” I whispered, my voice hoarse and thick with everything I couldn’t say yet.

Ryan lifted his head, eyes locked on mine, still blown wide with lust but laced with something softer—something that curled around my ribs and squeezed. “Nah, that’s you, baby.”

I reached up, cupping his face in both hands, letting my thumbs trace along the stubble on his cheeks. “You drive me crazy, Ryan.”

A crooked grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Good. That’s the goal.”

I laughed—really laughed—and it felt good. Light. Like something I hadn’t known I was missing until that moment. He kissed the sound right off my lips, and this time, it wasn’t rushed or ravenous. It was slow, tender, filled with reverence. The kind of kiss that said I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.

When we finally parted, he brushed a lock of hair from my face and murmured, “I missed this. Missed you.”

I swallowed hard. “Stay with me?”

His smile faded into something more serious, something raw and open. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And just like that, it wasn’t just heat between us anymore. It was everything else we’d been holding back. All the words left unspoken. All the feelings that hadn’t had the space to breathe. Now they did.

Ryan kissed me once more, slow and certain, before pulling the blankets up around us and tucking me into his side. I curled into him, head resting over his heartbeat, and for the first time in what felt like forever… I exhaled.

🐴

I scrambled to grab the nearest shirt from the floor, tugging it over my head just as my phone started buzzing on the nightstand.

Ryan leaned back against the headboard, arms crossed over his bare chest, a slow grin spreading across his face. “What’s the rush, baby?”

“That’s Lloyd,” I huffed, wrestling with the inside-out sleeves. “And he’s gonna wanna video chat. Again. After I walk him through how to do it… for the hundredth damn time.”

Ryan laughed, warm and amused. “Ah, right. Better make sure the girls are tucked away, huh?”

“Exactly,” I said, finally getting the shirt on straight. “Figured I should at least have my tits covered while I talk to him. Manners and all.”

He raised an eyebrow, still grinning. “You and your boys.”

“Damn right,” I said, tapping to answer the call. “They’re back in Montana without me to love on ‘em. Somebody’s gotta keep Lloyd honest.”

Every Tuesday since I left for Texas, Lloyd had called without fail. It was our standing check-in—he’d catch me up on everything happening at the ranch, fill me in on the latest gossip, and let me talk to my boys: Denim, Goose, and Maverick. I’d listen to the sound of their soft snorts, the way they huffed into the mic like they missed me, too. It wasn’t the same as being there, but it helped.

Ryan watched me with a soft, fond look in his eyes as I sat cross-legged on the bed, already smiling before the call even connected.

“You’re somethin’ else,” he murmured.

I glanced back at him with a smirk. “You just figuring that out?”

The screen lit up with Lloyd’s weathered face, his cowboy hat tilted just enough to make it clear he hadn’t bothered to fix it for the call.

“There she is,” he grinned. “Took ya long enough to answer.”

“I was gettin’ decent,” I teased, adjusting the camera so he didn’t get an eyeful of Ryan lounging shirtless behind me. “Had to put a shirt on before I scarred you for life.”

Lloyd squinted. “Hell, girl, you think I ain’t seen a pair of tits before?”

Ryan snorted from the bed, clearly enjoying himself. I shot him a warning look.

“Yeah, well, these are premium content,” I shot back. “You don’t get access without a subscription.”

That made Lloyd bark out a laugh. “Fair enough. You ready to see your boys?”

My face lit up. “You know I am.”

He turned the camera around, and there they were—Denim tossing his head in the late morning sun, Goose nosing at the gate like he was waiting for me to come through it, and Maverick lying in the dirt like the world owed him a nap.

“There’s my babies,” I cooed, leaning in closer to the screen. “Hi, sweet things. Mama misses you so much.”

Ryan shifted behind me, one arm draping over my shoulder as he looked at the screen. “Which one’s Goose again?”

“That one,” I pointed, “being dramatic at the gate. He’s probably mad I’m not there with his carrots.”

Lloyd flipped the camera back to his face. “They’ve been good. Missin’ you, though. Goose tried to get in the truck yesterday when I left. Damn near climbed in the front seat.”

My heart twisted. “Aw, Goose, you little menace.”

“You comin’ home soon?” Lloyd asked gently, like he already knew the answer.

I hesitated. “Not yet. Still got some things to figure out.”

“Mm-hm. Well, you take your time. Ranch’ll be here. And your boys’ll be waitin’.”

“How are the cattle taking to that feed? Bulking up?” I asked.

“I’d say so. Shit’s expensive but you know what your doing,” he responded. “Gotta head out before Carter forgets which wheelbarrow is for feed and which is for manure.”

“Green is for feed, black is for manure,” I murmured, touched by how steady he always was. “Tell Carter to stop overfeeding Denim or he’s gonna look like a damn sofa by the time I get back.”

“I’ll pass it along,” he smirked. “Alright, I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doin’—or whoever.”

My cheeks flushed as Ryan chuckled behind me.

“Bye, Lloyd,” I said, trying not to laugh.

“Bye, darlin’.”

The screen went dark, and I set the phone on the nightstand, sighing as I leaned back against Ryan’s chest.

“They looked good,” he said softly. “Happy.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, voice thick. “But they miss me. I can feel it.”

“I miss you and you’re right here,” he whispered against my neck. “Ain’t no surprise they do too.”

[starjxsung]

hi hi baby!! how are you?

i saw that you got ateez tickets!!! how exciting!! did you end up getting vip?👀👀👀

spirited away and howl’s moving castle are my absolute most comforting ghibli movies. buuuut i think my fav is probably princess mononoke, i just think it’s sooooo beautiful and sad. but i love them all so much (except earwig, we don’t claim her). i can literally talk about studio ghibli for hours nonstop.

i hope thinking of me when you see baku is a good thing for you bc that’s so sweet😭 we need more baku representation. i went to hot topic today and saw a wallet that had kuromi and him<3 the revolution is starting

ahhhh i didn’t know you got a bbokari & han quokka <3 we love that for you! i really want to get one of each eventually. but i really want a han quokka or dwaekki next. i love the fact that you crochet clothes for them😭

the situation with your professor too, like wtf bro. i hate professors that don’t have an ounce of empathy. they forget they’re freaking human too. i really don’t like that, in my case it really sucks because she’s a literal licensed psychologist. so she should AT LEAST as a part of her competencies comprehend that people have personal problems. she also gave us the hardest time yesterday for the work that none of us submitted (that was due at the start of the semester) because we didn’t send it in. when she was the one that didn’t open or even publish it so we could submit it. she said it must’ve been a problem with the platform (we also use the platform for our courses and it can be messy but it doesn’t just remove content just because). like, she couldn’t even admit that it was her own error too. like honestly, i hate this whole ego trip that professors live in. like, what possesses them. but yeah, whatever, she’s one of the main directors of the program so imma have like a million other courses with her so i can’t really be an asshole to her too or she’ll try to fail me probs <3

anyways bb thanks for your support! i really appreciate it so much! thanks for always giving us a safe space here. i’m feeling better now and a bit more hopeful. i love you and appreciate you, pls know that im always here for you too<3

(and fuck ch*rlie p*th <3, i feel bad for skz bc i love them but im not supporting this featuring at all either. they just get thee worst collabs like tommy hilfiger is such a shitty brand, coca cola sucks and now this bish. they can’t catch a break)

i love you darling! i hope you’re well and taking care of yourself <3

-🐈‍⬛

HI BABYYYYY ATEEZ TICKETS SECUREDDDDD I’m going to Oakland and then flying to LA the same week to see them again!!!! And then I leave a week later for lollapalooza LMFAOAOOFFJFJ IT IS GOING TO BE A HECTICCCCC WEEK BUT IM SOOOOO EXCITED 🫶

Princess Mononoke is a fucking masterpiece oh my got and the SOUNDTRACK…….. probably one of the best scores I’ve ever listened to 😭 ALSO EARWIG HOLY FUCKKKK I block that movie out of my memory because it’s so bad 😭 what were they thinking!!!! I kept thinking it was gonna go somewhere and it just never did and then it just ended HWELLOPPPO IT’S SO FUNNY NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT ??!:?:?:? 😭

I love my skzoos !!!! I’ll send pics when I crochet them more clothes (in several months bc I’m lazy🫶)

Professors LOOOOOVE to sit on their high horse and act like they want you to succeed and then pull the most out of pocket shit ever that’s a literal recipe for failure. And then they wonder why so many people fail their class 😀 absolutely insane that a licensed psychologist wouldn’t think mental health to be a legitimate issue, but I digress! Professors are always right and everything they do is correct! They certainly know how to use online platforms for work submission too! 🙃 WILD. I hope she doesn’t pull that shit again and I’m so sorry you have to deal with her for more courses ☹️ I’m rooting for you so hard and you’re always welcome to shit talk her on here WE HATE BAD PROFESSORS ON BLOGGGG™️ 🫶🫶🫶

Oh my god finally someone else who also hates Tommy Hilfiger RAHHHH their founder is apparently super racist too ???? And their clothes are somehow unnecessarily expensive for being so boring and colorless. Idol fashion has gotten so boring I miss when idols would wear weird and colorful streetwear fashion 😭

I LOVE YOU BBYYYYY it’s almost the end of the week hang in there my love !!!! 🫶💓💕💗💞💖💘

[ghibli]

brief bummer because I'm hormonal - cw self image, weight, gender, etc idk.

I got a haircut at a salon I've never been to before and tbh I had such a great time, they had this rainbow punk vibe and my stylist and while normally I prefer silence my stylist and I were giggling and vibing the whole time.

but.

ok before the haircut i had a very very grown out wolfcut, hair between my shoulderblades, side shave grown out, fringe down to my mouth. so I show her the old cut, and also some new pics of styles I was into, because I want my fringe back but I need the hair a bit shorter. I suggested like, chin to shoulder area. like a fluffy bob.

she suggested rather than reshaving the undercut we kind of integrate the regrowth and I liked that. and she suggested a lighter fringe. and at first what she did was so so good, she did the initial cut but left the back long so we could decide how short to take it, and I said sure, chop it, it'll grow back.

I swear to God I make this mistake every time I have long hair and then spend years growing it out again.

anyway i kind of hate it? the end vibe is very liza manelli (a thought i had and then theo also said when he saw it lmao.) my hair has a lot of wave to it once it's short so it's all fluffed outwards and is spiky on top. I keep waiting to adjust to it and maybe after a few weeks of growth it'll settle and curl softer.

but also idk, why does every hairdresser in the world see my fat face and think, oh I should feather some layers all around that and give it some soccer mom volume. like it feels like almost a microagression that every stylist no matter how progressive does this- and it's wild because i know, the cut that does the most for my face shape is bulky fringe with straight hair in front of the ears. like a square frame. it looks so cute and I always feel so good.

idk slaps myself, truly every time I am like "the most affirming hair for me is straight, even, squared off". straight bob with undercut or longer look. or if i need it short then a pomp. and then i slowly and painstakingly grow it out and hate it and let hairdressers layer it because it's heavy, and then into end up back in speak to a manager land.

but also maybe some of this is just crippling dysmorphia around my face, like I have nothing nice to say about my appearance at all, ever, and never have, so when I have cool hair I'm like well at least i have cool hair!

it's not a weight thing because i once was young and straight-sized (if still in the L end, and since it was the 2000s size 14 was considered disgusting on a woman lmao) and hated myself then. it's not a gender thing because I experimented with full transition back in 2009 and hated myself then too! (honestly I still can't look at pics from that era.) I went through a cute dresses and makeup era and felt like I was wearing drag, that my 20 product full face routine still couldn't hide my genetic deficits. I was so happy on my wedding day and I only have two photos and I can't stand them.

i have for my whole life felt like I am abnormally hideous, like an actual 0/10, and have had this affirmed so many times by people in my life that I have just accepted I am taking a stat penalty on basically any in person interaction.

all this to say, haircuts are fraught and I'm ugly whether or not I like them but I am a little mad at myself for cutting off years of suffering through the regrowth period.

also I do have to get my passport photos taken on Tuesday though lol so that will. suck.

[fkyumerica]

she made all of her kids nude porn stars then too, at birth "yea film it"-her mom anne marie/lady gaga/whoever jens mom is

then kills dogss

then goes back to her then back to her and its inbreeding again, the video shit

and they dont stop going at you too

and they are everywhere

then horse back riding, masks, and a logo

and all again

maybe a morning sunset on th ebeach

or a filipino beach guy to give you a infant while you live up in the trees

and maybe drugs if you want

dazed and confused

black hair

white guitar girl

tan guy

then she goes wild for a boy doing a wheelie on a motor bike

then sees footprints in the sand

she is mary anne, aunt rose's daugter who brest fed beth

so kids name was brett

to come back to it

rips shirt off

then shes deezy

i need a drink

give me a nose ring

then beard her

aunt rose i gotta live with her

then ex post about it

weird calm down meme feeling. mom posted the picture of a conversation.

there were only so many face books

i will write down the names later

john wayne gacy is kevin

filipino

then it just goes on again to their big gay life

school dances

my cell phone dick photo in the mirror

she wanted a dress like mine

shoot her in the fucking head

mollys relative, we killed her kind of right, thoughts of me were there

right

make it sluttier

https://www.facebook.com/friends/suggestions/?profile_id=100000085233472 and your neice next shannon

halloween 4? drugs and that life they all have to.. go and live it!

to sit her big asss on you

phase of life

omg friends drugs she told me it i dont care

hahahha

grandmother willow right

no

the dumpster guy in the movie

noroi

dragging the infants

no you need one too

says it to them

anne marie looking ones just left it on the ground

and shannon would be fucking it then walk up to him fucking it aand try and get them all fucking while doing that

and annemarie made shannon her drug ffriend

there is alix the next generation after

constantly has to fuck him

a don

shannon is a mom first

and anne marie just goes to sleep

aunt rose and beth are anne maries

chris is a alix needs to fuck

leaves fast

or what im young again to find her with a dog

and leave it to

and this is alix too, wayneradio tv what i cant put on a mask and fool them all, and leave, and make them again, in your area, with them, and their party, what they want, in the woods, and here, i might get her, and i get her, and i get her

and leave

we had to do the same thing the other one did

related

we are alike

whoa not related

hate it

we know you and hate you too

half of it is tit pics

the rest is i dunno

for sex with wwho

all of them are tht

and the i dunno you ones

i dunno go fuck

why arent you

now im turned on by you

aand hey me and mom do it easy

dope me do me mom then i fuck it up and die in 8 years now i live in the woods at raves and fuck and do whatever

im gay

mom lives ina house in a river

now plan it out

houses where

they all get to live

throw it in

abortion

then it gets a name

his dad and him

garbage guy

and john wayne gacy

twilight

mask

and werewolf

and abortion

skeleton with hat

he would put one on it

they brought a pile over again

and tried to fuck me with it

he was sting too, john wayne gacyy

and youre in the back right

right?

orange

i know them all now

and dialet

i will shit in her food today

and the kids he mates with, i wont be afraid to get this fucking spot doing it with him, their wives were the same he said

they wanted to go on it

when

they saw

who

fuckign noises

owl calls for one

old wild

that is aunt rose and fred

again? greg?

his son in front of him would

they would jump and fuck and fuck one of them there

grouped outside

the jump landing was it

face lift to her huh

then carriage accident

full fake head

does this guy try and live in mym house

he is godzilla

guess who

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

at anyone

at him

my dad?

mated 8 times

who who

said it

oh my god

i dont care

who

it is

sexy shit

they thought giants would walk them around

epkot

epcot

their world logo

for take over

their train shows it

they keep cumming in a numbilical cord then after liquid laundry detergent it turns it black and they inject it

to turn black

or purple or what blue

violet was him

mission

family

he knew everyones family the scare crow

of central t owest spain

and is gay

golfer

lion

and his wife

dur dur dur im the gay chienese animator

made it all

shes getting a bath

i dont want that from ya

hot

or that

cold

warm

and please squeeze it, like it again

Thu 6:14 PM

charles lee ray is the garbage guy

marrried agnes and chris

and aunt jemima wwas his inbred with the gone with the wind black btich, married that black woman too

kept the money for herself

she next on ekept checks

then after

free bank ask for it in the back

meghan

it was her in the movie too

mexico

and is penny's mom

lady gaga

apacolypto film me from up

was 8 then next yearr peggy sue 16 right

barbra ann

her mom

and next one

her mom

cinndy

then her mom

chris

then her mom

agnes

then her mom

gone with the wind black bitch

they edited her white

right

no is amanda

or meghan

which one

shoot both

take off her voice piece she is the one with the headset under her skin

to keep licking

wwhat you wwant on you

was suppossed to get shot

and shut up

too

[racingliners]

F1 Re-Watch 2013: Round 15 - Japan

I swear I'm going to finish this before the 2024 season starts

The festive season just happened and we are now weeks away from the first launch of the 2024 cars (which bruh what is the passing of time).

So I'm keeping my pre-race blurb to a minimum, which is fine because apart from Seb winning and I think Grosjean briefly leading the race, I don't remember much.

the massive "We <3 Seb" banner in the grandstands 🥺

Okay: starting grid overview! Webber on pole, Seb P2. A win for the Martian girlies (gn). Lewis P3, Alonso P8, Jenson P10 and Jev P17

the Bernie hand puppets dvhfdjbvhfdbhsfjbhf

All bar Ricciardo and Pic starting on the mediums as opposed to the hards. (Though again this was in ye olden days when the Top 10 had to start on their quali tyre)

[Formation Lap]: oooh thermal tyre cam

and the mad dash of mechanics and engineers back to the garages

god I get whiplash now seeing Domenicali on the Ferrari garage now even though I know he was TP at that point. Safe to say I'm not enjoying him as F1 CEO

A wild Sam Bird sighting next to Ross Brawn (back when he was a Merc development driver)

cars lining up on the grid, here we goooooo

[Start/Lap 1]: Not Grosjean taking the lead way before turn 1

aaaaaaand backmarker nonsense at turn 1

nooooooo Lewis dropping down the grid

oh god Seb's saying he might have front wing damage, if him and Lewis made contact is2g

[Lap 2]: Right, top 5 is Grosjean, Webber, Seb, Rosberg and Massa

and Jenson is clinging onto P10, woo!

yup, Lewis had a rear right puncture, and now the rest of the carcass has come off 😭😭😭

He stops for the hards and his now plum last

[Lap 3]: rest of the race be nice to me PLEASE

I think the main reason why I don't remember much of this race is bc I would have watched it at my friends house bc she had Sky so it would have been 5 or 6am 🥲

argh, start reply and there's the tiniest bit of contact between Seb and Lewis but it was enough to give Lewis a puncture. pain.

[Lap 4]: And a Grosjean fastest lap for funsies

damn, Bono outright saying over the radio what Lap Lewis is pitting on, that never happens but I guess bc he wasn't in contention for the win at this point trying to hide strategy doesn't matter

[Lap 5]: Respectfully Brundle I don't want to hear you try and figure out what Seb's doing, let him cook.

Oh Lewis has floor damage too fml.

[Lap 7]: For once, Seb has listened to Rocky and has dropped to 2 seconds behind Mark

Also Jenson out of the points as Raikkonen takes P10 😭

Apart from Seb this race is currently an attack on me personally

[Lap 8]: and there's Massa being told to let Alonso by

Lewis in the pits to retire the car 😭😭😭

[Lap 9]: Jenson pits for hards, it's stupidly early so he's probably going to be on a three stop

[Lap 10]: a few other cars are pitting as well so it's probably going to be a three stop race

"Engine 21, engine 2-1" I'm having Malaysia flashbacks (that was Mark's engineer Simon Rennie)

[Lap 12]: And in pits Webber! Most likely for hards

"Button's really flying along nicely!" INJECT IT!!

and slowly the race starts to turn round for me

JENSON FASTEST LAP! STOP THE COUNT!!

I've never said anything bad about F1 ever I swear

[Lap 13]: and Grosjean pits form the lead, also for hard tyres. He also comes out ahead of Webber

so WOO Seb in the lead!

oops, Rosberg had an unsafe release. Mercedes' not good quite bad 2013 Japanese GP

[Lap 14]: "When is Vettel going to come in?" Ted sounding very concerned for Seb's strategy.

[Lap 15]: Ah, and in he pits! He also has hards on and has come out in P3

"He's having quite a scruffy afternoon." The fact that Seb being in P3 and going wide once and having one lock up shown on camera counts as scruffy is frankly hilarious. That's how good he was in 2013

(that's my goat!!!!)

Also drive through pen for Rosberg. Merc's very bad rather terrible 2013 Japanese GP.

(when was the last time we saw a drive through pen be used in current F1 btw???? It feels like forever)

[Lap 16]: Seb being 4 tenths faster than Grosjean and Mark in one sector alone, this is the good place

[Lap 17]: A Seb fastest lap 🥰

[Lap 18]: What is a polar bear (Ricciardo in a Toro Rosso) doing in Arlington, Texas? (P4)

ohhhhh he hasn't stopped yet nvm

[Lap 19]: There is a queue of at least three cars behind him however

[Lap 20]: Alonso gets past Massa, but the Ricciardo train has now gained another few cars

It goes all the way down to 10th djbhdfjbhfxb

WHAT THE FUCK Hulkenberg went down the inside of 130R and made it stick.

[Lap 21]: And Alonso gets past him on the main straight.

[Lap 23]: "Multi 3, Multi 3" What does it mean what does it all mean????

I legit hear multi-anything and my eye twitches

[Lap 24]: And a Webber fastest lap! he's either prepping for his second stop or also got triggered by the word multi and bolted

also also, Seb has to make it lap 33 to make the 2 stop strategy work

FUCK Jenson had a slow stop

When does Seb take the race lead and keep it I need it now

[Lap 25]: Like the way Grosjean is still leading and it being pretty much legit, wild

A JEV FASTEST LAP?????

Well thank you racing gods

[Lap 26]: And Mark makes his second stop bang in the middle of the pit window

[Lap 27]: Seb being told he's racing Grosjean and not Mark, inch resting

and it sounds like Lotus are trying to stretch his strategy out to the 2 stop

[Lap 28]: the gap between Seb and Romain is now 1.5 seconds 👀

"Put pressure on Grosjean" Bastard Seb about to be unleashed

[Lap 30]: and in comes Grosjean for I assume is his final stop. He takes on another set of hards and comes out in P3

[Lap 31]: Seb needs to eek out a tiny bit of lap time to have a pit stop gap over Romain, which will be slightly difficult since Grosjean is on the new set of tyres

oh god not Perez having a slow stop too. McLaren be suffering

[Lap 32]: and Ricciardo nets us our third drive through penalty of the race for leaving the track and gaining an advantage.

I've seen more drive through pens in this race than I have in the past 5 years

[Lap 33]: and now everyone bar Rosberg, Vergne and Pic is on the hard tyres

[Lap 34]: Massa gets the fourth drive through pen of the day for speeding in the pitlane

somehow my Grandma will get a drive through pen despite being 91 and not having a driving licence

[Lap 36]: Seb apparently has a new set of mediums left, interesting.gif

and his gap to Grosjean is still around 20 seconds when he needs 22 in theory, but if he's going to be on the faster and fresher tyre on the end he maybe doesn't need to have a pit stop gap to him

[Lap 37]: And Seb pits!

He takes on another set of hards and comes out in third.

"That's Grosjean in front of you, go and get him." Okay now we're going to unlock bastard Seb. Cheers Rocky.

[Lap 38]: Haven't done a top 5 overview in ages: it's Webber, Grosjean, Seb, Hulkenberg and Alonso

What is a polar bear (Hulkenberg in a Sauber) doing in Arlington, Texas? (P4)

[Lap 40]: Seb is 6 tenths behind Grosjean, with a fastest lap to boot

*jaws music plays in the background*

[Lap 41]: And Seb takes P2 on the main straight!!!!

He is 14 seconds behind Mark who still needs to stop

[Lap 42]: Meanwhile Jenson has made his final stop and is back out in 14th place 🥲

[Lap 43]: Aaaaaand in comes Mark for his final pit stop

ooh for the medium tyres! and he comes out in third place

meanwhile Jenson overtakes Sutil for... P13

so the top 5 is now: Seb, Grosjean, Webber, Hulkenberg and Alonso

ouch, Perez got a rear puncture from contact with Rosberg

[Lap 45]: Webber fastest lap

He's about 5 and a bit seconds behind Seb 👀

[Lap 46]: Alonso gets past Hulkenberg for P4!!

[Lap 47]: Grosjean barely staying in P2 going into turn 1

[Lap 48]: And still Grosjean is ahead going into the first corner

[Lap 49]: 🚨5 laps remaining klaxon!!🚨

and, you guessed it, Grosjean is still in P2. Mark just isn't getting the traction he need out of the final chicane to be able to overtake him on the main straight

[Lap 50]: aaaand now Grosjean and Webber are coming into traffic

1 on 1 battles are so fascinating to watch unfold when your faves aren't involved

[Lap 51]: The way Webber is literally on Grosjean's gearbox now

[Lap 52]: of course Webber took P2 driving into turn 1 for the drama.

It was a saucy move ngl.

[Lap 53]: FINAL LAP!!!

ahem, TV feed please show me my boy

(not that Gutierrez v Rosberg isn't important. I just want to see Seb)

There he is!!!!!

[Finish]: And Seb wins the Japanese GP!!!!!!!!!!! 🥳🍾

P2 - Webber, P3 - Grosjean, P4 - Alonso, P5 - Raikkonen, P6 - Hulkenberg, P7 - Gutierrez (in what was his first ever F1 points!!), P8 - Rosberg, P9 - Jenson and P10 - Massa

Well that was a bit of a slow burn race, but it was really fun to see the 2 stop vs the 3 stop play out and have a proper on track battle between the top 3 cars.

Next race - India 🥹

[doll-r-t]

The Lost Pearl Part 18

Syverson x reader

TW: really short chapter

Masterlist

Masterlist for the lost Pearl

gif to owner

Pics found on Pinterest. Right to owner

When you woke up it was to a small body climbing all over you and a deep voice hushing. You groaned turning around and grabbing whoever was walking over you. You captured them holding onto them. You nestled your head into the wild hair and heard a giggle. Slowly you pealed your eyes open. You were met with wild orange hair. She turned around in your arms, her eyes were already bright without any trace of sleep. She tweaked your nose, giggling after. You let go of her turning on your back. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Syverson, he still looked a bit sleepy but otherwise already awake. You should feel shame by waking up next to a man you were not married to, but it seems that it did not matter in the Woodlands. 

You put aside the scandalized thoughts and enjoyed the warm blanket and Rosamund’s rambling. The only thing that could make everything perfect would be a cup of warm coffee. Just as you thought it the door opened and Gisla came in, she stuck her head into the fort bemused at the picture. “Here have some breakfast.” She handed Syverson a tray with some bread and jam and oh thank the Gods - coffee. 

Syverson handed you a cup and smiled when you clutched it to you. He had never seen you this disheveled. Even that one time you and he had fallen asleep in his study you were proper and elegant. But he had to admit he liked this version more. 

“Common Rosamund, give as a moment to wake up.” She was rambling on about something you could not keep track of. Syverson handed her a piece of bread with jam as usual food to shut her up. It worked this time too. You shot Syverson a grateful look. 

He reached out grabbing your hand, squeezing it. “Good morning Princess.” He caressed your hand with his thumb. “Did I keep my promise? of keeping you warm?” You nodded, “Yes very much so.” You looked at each other a moment longer. Both thought I could get used to this. 

But you could not stay like this forever, once you had drunk your coffee and Syverson his it was time to follow your chores. Rosamund was told to clean up the mess while you went to Cella to give her some more lessons. Syverson went off to a council meeting. He looked back at you leaving the room longingly. How much would he have liked to stay like this, hidden away under blankets. 

From there on the day went as usual. A walk, lessons, chores, more lessons, and then dinner. Nothing changed much about this in the coming days. Well besides the occasional gifts you found in your room. Syverson had gotten you a new red dress, a nice winter coat, a necklace, and some wooden figurines that will keep your books from falling odd the shelves. He had gotten you some more books and sought you out more often during the day to ask advice or if you needed anything, if the food was to your liking or if you needed assistance with something. 

The meeting with Chae-Won had been postponed but finally, she came to Warhorse. She was a tall slender woman, with a crooked back and sharp eyes. “I have brought you some different woods we can use for the shelves, my Lady.” You and she looked over every option holding up to the wall. Syverson stood to the side, not interfering just watching. Once you said: “I do like the light wood but it will not fit with the rest of the room,” he butted in. Surprising you and Chae-Won. “We could get more of the wood and do the whole room so it will fit.” Would he seriously build a whole new room just so you could have the light bookshelves? You looked back at the room, observing, what felt like for the first time. It was spacious but warm. Not perfectly cut and elegant like your room back home. It was, you could not put another word to it than home-y. 

“No, no.” You turned to Syverson again. “I think it is perfect just the way it is. I do not need light wood.” You walked over to the table holding all the options. You reached for a smooth almost shining dark brown, reddish wood. “I think this will do just fine.” Chae-Won looked at you. “Just fine?” You smiled at the older woman. From the way she was talking about her craft you knew she took great pride in her work and just fine would not cut it. “You are right. It would be more than fine.” You put some of your books on the wood. Looking at how they would look together. “Yes, this is the one.” You turned to Syverson, you felt the buzz of excitement run through you. He came over to look at the wood. “It is a fine choice.” Chae-Won took all her samples and told you she would be back tomorrow to take measurements. She walked out without a word. But rolled her eyes at the young people in love. 

Syverson stood close to you still smiling down at you. “Thank you for this.” You turned to him. He shook his head as if he had done nothing special. “Are you happy?” He was still prepared to tear out all the dark wood or do whatever you wished. You knew he would but it was not necessary. So to reassure him you took his hand in yours. “Very much so.” His eyes flickered back and forth between yours trying to see if you were telling the truth. Once he was satisfied he squeezed your hand. It shot even more tingles through your hand, up your arm, and made your heart beat quicken. You could not help but step a bit closer to him, wishing to feel his warmth and smell his scent. Suddenly a thought struck you, “I do not think I have been this happy in a long time.” You whispered to him. It made him take a step closer to you. Your chests would be touching if it was not for the hands between you. He wrapped one of his arms around you. “Neither have I,” he whispered back. You let go of his hand, putting them up against his chest. Finally playing with the pear he still had around his neck, like you had wanted to for a while. “You still wear it.” You looked up at him. His eyes were solely focused on you. “Of course. You gave it to me.” He held you closer to him and lifted his other hand to caress your cheek. You leaned into it. “If you let me. I will wear it to my dying breath. And if there is a life after I will keep it right by my heart.” You could hardly breathe. Shaking your head you whispered. “But it is not treasure.” He lifted your head, making you look into his eyes. “To me it is.” You took the pear in your hand, laying it straight above his heart. “Then I wish for you to carry it until your dying breath and even after.” Syverson’s heart was racing underneath your fingers. Matching your pounding heart. Slowly Syverson leaned down, you matched it by every inch. “Rosamund will be here any second.” You breathed out. He could feel it on his lips, making him halt enjoying the feeling. “Then I will leave you to your school work.” He breathed back but made no move to leave. He still held you. His scent was intoxicating and all you wanted was to find out if he tasted intoxicating too. 

Yet, you did not. You leaned up and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Thank you for all the gifts.” He tried to turn to chase your lips. His eyes were closed. “So you accept them?” It was a strange question but you answered anyways. “Of course.” This was it, he grabbed you once more to him leaning down. He needed to taste your lips. Just as you were about to you heard Rosamund yelling excited in the corridor. “Y/N, Y/N.” Syverson groaned stepping back from you. Rosamund did not need to see this. It would confuse her. But it did not matter. You had accepted his gifts. He lifted your chin kissing the corner of your mouth like you had done and left the room. 

Rosamund burst in a second later, you still stood shocked and still by the table. Touching the spot Syverson had kissed. It was tingling. And you wished to feel it again.

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[faghubby]

Getting him what he needs

My name is Tracy, and recently I found out my long time boyfriend, Tim has some fantasies so I set out to forfil them for him. But first let's go back to the day I learned about his fantasies.

My day started normal enough. Till I got a text while I was at work. It came from a number I didn't know. It was a pic of my boyfriend jerking off some guy in a car. I tried to text back but got no response. It looked real, I even showed my best friend Amy the pic. She suggested I put some spy wear on his phone. So I did alittle homework and a few days later I downloaded some to his phone. It allowed me to track him but also got a list of all the numbers he called. And texts he sent. It didn't take long to find him texting numbers about meeting them.

So I tracked and found his car parked in a secluded parking lot. I waited and after a few minutes saw him get out of a pickup parked near by and get back into his car. So I texted him

/hey where you at/

/worked late just finished/

He beat me home.

/babe/

/yeah/

/just got home where you/

/had to make a run to the market/

/so when you be back/

/ at least an hour/

He instantly started texting someone

/sorry/

/no sorry bitch don't call me again unless your going to do it/

/I want to just scared/

/bitch you tease me again I will rape your ass/

/please I promise I will/

/fuck you I am done/ a few minutes later he sent a pic. Tim was wearing my pink thong on his knees with his mouth open.

/please Daddy/ it read

/one more chance/

/Wednesday and listed are address, girlfriend working late/

All this made me strangely wet. I rushed thru the story and hurried home. Tim was sitting in the living room watching tv. We ate dinner I had picked up. The whole time I wanted to tear his clothes off. After dinner I went to are room and stripped and walked out to find him. I stood naked before him. He wasted no time taking me to bed.

I gave him a blowjob and teased his asshole. He seemed to enjoy it. He fucked me good and hard. Making me cum before we layer in each others arms.

"Do you have any fantasies" I asked

"Like what a threesome?" He teased "You and Amy?" He laughed

"Maybe you and another guy" I responded. I reached down and stroked his softened dick.

"I don't think I could share you" he told me

"Have you ever done anything that you never told me about?" I asked

"Well it was when I was a kid" he said he wanted to confess something his cock now hard in my hand.

"Its OK tell me" I encouraged

"Me and my friend used to jerk each other off." He seemed to be relieved he told me.

"Did you ever do more then that" he could see how excited I was becoming as he confessed

"Well I kissed it and licked it once" he added

"His cock?" I stroked him faster.

"Yes" he moaned

"Oh God that I so hot" I told him as his fingers plunged into my sloppy pussy.

I slid down and took his cock back in my mouth sucking him with a fury. He didn't last long cumming in my mouth. I came up and tried to kiss him. He held me back for a moment then allowed me to. I fed him his own cum. As I was humping his leg. God I was so hot.

I finally broke the kiss

"That was so amazing" I told him.

"I would love to watch you suck a big cock" I told him.

He fingered me until I came I licked his fingers clean.

That night I had wild dreams about Tim getting fucked by big cocks. I woke so horny. I found my little toy vibrator and some lube and slid under the covers to suck Tim off again. It roused him quickly.

"What has got you all fired up" he asked.

"Your confession last night I can't stop thinking about it" I told him and went back to sucking him off. I lubed my finger and slid it into his ass. He jumped alittle then just let me continue. Soon I worked a second finger not really sucking his cock anymore just teasing it. I pushed my toy in and used the thin toy to fuck him.

"I would love to see a man fuck you" I told him as I turned it on. He moaned loudly.

"Call him" I told him

"Call the man you been meeting" I explained. He tried to get me to stop fucking him but I just went faster and harder.

"OK" he moaned. I stopped

"How?" He asked. I showed him the pic of him jerking off someone. Then the texts.

"I never meant to hurt you" he confessed. "I only have jerked a few guys off"

He sent the man a text.

We showered together. I shaved his pubic hair and butt. Teasing his whole as I did.

"I hope he fucks your ass" I told him

"He is quite big" Tim explained

"How big?" He showed me a pic of a big black cock with his hand wrapped around it. It must be 10 inches and Tim's hand barely touched as he held it.

"He liked when you wore these" I told him handing him my pink thong. He didn't question just put them on. I grabbed a pair of flower print shorts that where loose fitting I often wore around the house but before I put them on.

"Why don't you wear these as well" I asked. He took them without a word and pulled them on. I found a spaghetti strap pink tee shirt and had him wear it as well it was tight on him and rode up exposing his belly button.

"Perfect" I laughed. He was hard and it showed

"My little sissy faggot husband, he will definitely take that virgin ass of yours" I snapped a few pics of him.

As we ate breakfast his "man" texted him

/Can I come over now?/ I grabbed his phone and responded

/yes come fuck my sissy boi husband/ I added a pic of him dressed up.

/ the wife?/

/yes thats me, come fuck him good/

/20 min/ I showed Tim the text.

"We should get you ready" I told him. He looked confused but followed me to the bedroom.

"Bend over and pull down your girlie bottoms" I teased he did as told. I shot lube into his hole and used my bigger vibrator to loosen his whole.

"You will still be nice and tight for him but he won't break you either" I explained. After ten minutes I had him remake the bed and set the lube out so it was easy to get too. He was very nervous when the truck pulled in.

I met John at the door he was a very good looking man and obviously worked out alot. He was soft spoken and polite.

"I am John" he said taking my hand

"Tracy"

"Not sure what you are expecting, but I am not comfortable with you watching" he informed me.

"Disappointed, but I understand I will just go out for?" I asked

"A few hours maybe more" John seemed to be asking and telling me

"Just have Timmy text me when you are done with him" I told him

I gave John my number just in case. And called Amy to go shopping.

We where in the mall when I got a video of Tim on his knees sucking John's enormous cock. Me and Amy watched it a dozen times. Then decided to buy Tim some presents heading to Victoria Secrets.

It must of been 2 hours later that I got another of Tim begging John to fuck him. As John's cock slid in balls deep. Amy's hand grabbed my knee and slid up my thigh. I looked at her with lust. I had never been with a woman. But now we rushed back to her apartment. Amy was forceful pushing me on her bed he pants and panties off before I knew what was going on. She sat on my face riding my tounge.

She reversed her self so she could rub my pussy thru my panties. She never touched me directly always some clothes between her hands and me. As I made her cum twice with my tounge. She continued to tease me as I begged her to let me cum. She handed me an enormous dildo.

"Fuck this and cum you fucking lesbian" She told me. And sat baack and watched as I tried to work it in to my tight hole. Eventually I took several inches of it and came harder then I ever had before.

I checked my phone and got an all clear and a video of Tim with cum dropping from his gapped asshole. I got dressed and went to leave

"Anytime you want to eat pussy call me" She teased.

"I never cum so hard in my life" she confessed. I rushed home and found Timmy asleep on the bed naked. I stripped and licked the dry cum off his leg. He stirred and pulled me tight to him.

"He wants to see me again soon" he told me

"Good, I want you to be his bitch from now on" I cooed pinching his nipple. He pushed against me and I felt something hard. I pushed him back to look. There was a cage around his dick.

"What is this?" I asked holding it

"John says I am his. He locked me in chastity so I can't fuck anyone." He told me ashamed of what he had let John do.

"So you can be my lesbian lover" I told him

"Yes" he seemed to except that.

John me by the house three to four nights a week. Often I sat in the living roon and listened to the sounds of sex. I also set up a live feed so I could watch. We purchased several toys that Tim often used on me. Including a strapon. I tease him about finding a man. But am happy as it is. John has never allowed Tim to cum out of the cage instead only releasing him to allow him to shave. Because of this TIm has become very submissive and gentile to not only me but everyone he meets. So much that John has taken Tim out in public as his sissy date. Amy and my "shopping dates" often just involve taking off clothes not trying them on.

[charlotte-of-wales]

H&M Documentary Review: Episode 4

(my commentary in italics)

- Starting off with them talking about the wedding

- Meghan says it was her suggestion to have Charles walk her down the aisle and Charles agreed. Says she lost a father in all this.

- The designer for her wedding dress says everything had to be perfect because the world was watching....ironic considering the dress didn’t even fit properly

- Harry says there’s an expectation on him having a public wedding because “he is Diana’s boy” hmmmm no babes it’s because you’re Charles’ boy, in direct line to the throne and living on public dime. He sounds quite angry when he says it too. 

- They talk about how monumental it was to have a gospel choir at the wedding, with Serena Williams saying how incredible it was to have Meghan’s culture represented like that. Harry quickly mentions that they had Charles’ help with that when it was *literally* his idea. 

- Shot of William looking very happy at the wedding. Shouldn’t have included that one babes doesn’t fit your narrative.

- LOTS of pics of the wedding, including one of Catherine.

- videos of them in their “cottage” in Kensington Palace. They tried to make it relatable in a way because they were living on a cottage but like....that’s still on palace grounds what’s your point

- very awkward video of Meghan dancing at said cottage and now I wish I was blind

- praise after praise after praise for Queen Elizabeth II. Meghan says she saw her as Harry’s grandmother, not the Queen of England, and she loved having a grandmother figure in her life. Says she has a lot of respect for the Queen. This is so wild to me because do they not see the irony in saying this when she was the head of the institution they so clearly hate. The narrative that William and Charles were the villains and making the decisions in her place is wild and it’s wild that people don’t see the irony and hypocrisy.

- bits about Grenfell Fire

- “Harry and Meghan are the superstars of the British Royal Family” *eyeroll*

- They had to announce the pregnancy because Meghan started to show. That’s what loose dresses and patterns are for but I digress.

- they got these random friends of Meghan talking about the inner workings of the family and it bothers me so much

- ohhh there we go, the Palace was threatened because they were so popular. “Bigger than William and Kate” oh please

- They show a headline saying that polls show Harry is now more popular than the Queen and I’m pretty sure that never happened lmfao The Queen was always the more popular royal followed by W&C then H&M

- Also Harry says it becomes a problem when the married-in royal becomes more popular than the royal by blood.......but like your brother is doing just fine with his wife who is more popular than him. It’s obvious they’re going for the Diana narrative but it’s bs. 

- they bring up this Telegraph headline where after Remembrance - an event where all senior members of the family were at - Meghan was front and center on the front page. Again, Catherine is usually front and center in the media even when other royals are in attendance......very silly point to make. 

- there we go, Diana comparisons. AND the BBC interview. 

- Tabloids critizing Meghan for every little thing yeah they do that buddy they’ve been doing it for decades get with the program

- “is avocado a fruit?” gosh negative braincells in this man’s head I fear

- comparing headlights that Meghan and Catherine got. 

- Harry: “if you don’t see the difference and understand why it’s being reported that way then I can’t help you” *they both laugh* babes if you needed to talk a Holocaust survivor to realize dressing up as a n*zi was bad then I can’t help you either

- WHY IS THIS WHITE MAN LECTURING ME ABOUT RACISM IM LOSING MY MIND

- talking about Meghan’s suicidal tendencies

- GOD this man can’t take responsibility for a single thing. Yeah, he wasn’t able to give his wife the support she needed but but but he was trained to put the monarchy first, just admit you’re a shitty husband and go

- Meghan says she wanted to go somewhere to get help but she wasn’t allowed to because they were concerned about how that would look for the institution. The same institution whose members have openly discussed getting professional help for their mental health. Next. 

- Harry: “if you strip all that away and say the treatment of Meghan in the press was the same as the other female members of the family; so do we still believe she should have just sucked it up like other members of the family” Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying

- “No one would have private conversations with the editors saying: enough” YEAH BECAUSE FREEDOM OF THE PRESS EXISTS GENIUS

- He is talking about the palace playing a dirty game with the media, not as dirty as you selling your family and private pictures of your children to whoever is willing to give you more money bestie

- “So if the comms team want to be able to remove a negative story about their principle, they will trade and give you something about someone else’s principle” 

- this man is bitter and angry and he needs some serious help

- Harry claims him and William saw what was going on with his dad’s comms office and made an agreement it would never happen to their office. Accuses William’s office of breaking that agreement. 

- sorry but Harry the moral superiority card is so dumb to me. Even if William’s team planted stories against Harry and Meghan in the media 1. Sussex’s camp did the same to the Waleses 2. How is this doc, the Oprah interview, the book any better? You hate the media so much and yet you’re feeding into it. Be for real.

- Meghan says everything was controlled and she couldn’t even text her friend a photo and ughhh it’s a known fact the royals have access to their own phones and whats app groupchats maybe you have shitty friends who can’t be trusted Meg

- Meghan’s friends get on my nerves lmfao the dramaaa god 

- “one of my closest friends who happened to be the editor of People’s magazine” girl shush

- Talking about the NYC baby shower now

- not Jessica lmfaoo I can’t

- complaining about the attention of the baby shower as if there wasn’t a thousand ways to avoid it

- Meghan talks about women like it’s straight out of a girl boss 2013 pinterest feminism quote. 

- Meghan says the party was thrown with her friends’ own money (not tax payer money) even though most of the items were gifted to them. Alright. Twist your truth bestie. 

- talking about Archie being a “black prince” yeaaaaaaah

- they brought Archie’s former nanny???? again I know more about this boy than George

- talking about the South African documentary

- Meghan was aware of a pro Meghan hashtag on twitter but noooo they don’t check social media 

- Harry says no one in the family had openly talked about struggling apart from one person (his mother) my brother in Christ YES THEY HAVE

- Harry implies they didn’t get support from the family in the fallout from the South African doc and that made them consider their options (aka leaving the family)

This one was boring, full of lies and weird narratives. Not looking forward to the rest but either way gotta go back to packing! See y’all soon. 

[totiredtowrite]

"Ｔｈｅ Ｒｅｖｅｒｅｎｄ"

Warnings - Religious themes

Note: Lowkey hate the minimalist pic for this one bc it's not how I think kita would look but whatever yk. This didn't feel very wild west-y, lowkey hate the fic too 🤨

FEM READERS (SHE/HER, SHE/THEY), DO NOT INTERACT

/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿

There are two sides to every coin.

This town is no exception. Tourists, visiting family or friends, people who just stop through, they only get one side of it. They get the kind people with bright eyes and even brighter smiles. They get the easygoing townsfolk who have absolutely nothing weird going on under the surface.

The reverend, on the other hand, gets the other side of that coin.

The church was put together. Well taken care of, cleaned regularly, polished and bright. The townsfolk, (aside from a few stragglers), came in on Sundays for the regular sermon, then they'd leave. Occasionally a funeral would be held there.

Of course, that wasn't all that happened. In fact it was far from it. Kita, working in arguably the most energy filled place in the whole damn town, has witnessed multiple things he wouldn't begin to explain. Birds who looked a little too human, whispering in the steeple, oddly quiet older women and men during Sunday service who he never sees again. He'd considered finding someone to work alongside him, though nobody was very willing.

At this point, he's just gotten used to it. And he's gotten used to you.

Hearing your voice in his head, seeing you prowling around his dreams, watching you occasionally lurk in the halls. Hell, he'll even say something back to you if your constant comments in his head about his 'stupid cross' got too annoying.

Not to say that he knows what you are though. What your name is, where you came from, if you're good or evil. He's just settled on neutral, much like an anarchist who would come through to say something about the church.

When it all started, he almost thought he was being punished for something. That some wayfaring god had sent you to torment him for the multitude of sins he's gathered during his day. Though, the longer it went on, the clearer it became that you were no lackey.

Tonight though, he could tell something was different. He could tell the moment you didn't disappear as he approached. You just kept sitting in his chair, feet propped up on his desk.

"What're ya doing here." He'd asked coldly. Kita hardly ever saw you. Usually you only showed in his dreams, or just as a disembodied voice in his head. When he did see you it was only for a couple seconds.

Your head shot up from the paper in your hands. (One that you clearly plucked from his desk). "Oh-! Hi father," you said, dragging out both of the words. Kita could already tell that this interaction was going to be hard to get through.

You, on the other hand, were elated. The cute human who you may or may not have a crush on is standing less than fifteen feet away from you, and you weren't booted back into the veil! Maybe today you could actually stay here.

Kita watched you pull your legs off of his desk, leaning forward to grip the edge of the chair visible between your thighs. The only reason why he wasn't startled or frozen at the moment was how...non threatening you looked to him. Maybe others would say otherwise, but he's seen you enough in his dreams or out of the corner of his eyes to be fine.

The abnormally large bat shaped ears jutting out from the sides of your head shifted with every expression you made, reflecting whatever you said. Two small horns, one larger than the other, grew out of your forehead. Aside from that and your weirdly glowy (e/c) eyes, you looked more human than he thought you'd be. Still, he could just feel that you weren't.

"Well," he sighed and leaned against the doorway. "Is there something you needed, demon?"

You gasped in faux offense, chuckling shortly after. "I'm not a demon, father," you rolled your eyes. "I'm more...meta human." You gave him a toothy smile.

His look didn't falter.

"Right," you deflated at his lack of interest in your antics, dragging out the word. "I jus' wanted to see you."

That caught him off guard, his hand instinctively reaching to the cross strung around his neck. "For what reason," he started slowly.

"Mm I dunno," you gave him another insufferable smile, "Maybe I jus' really like cute humans with grey hair."

He still looked far from impressed. "Well, leave," he said.

You looked shocked for a moment. You knew he was blunt but you didn't think he would just straight up tell you to leave. You shuffled awkwardly in his chair. "You don' wanna learn about me? N'my kind n stuff," you nervously trailed off.

He sighed heavily, dragging his large, well worked hand through his cropped hair. "No, I do not. Unless you've got something important to tell me, or show me, I do not need you here."

Your ears drooped a bit. You don't know why you thought this would actually go anywhere. The longer you watched him, the more you built up this image of how it would be in your head. You'd meet, he'd fall head over heels for you, you'd be 'stuck' in this realm, an adventure would ensue, and eventually it'd end with you staying and getting married to him.

Childish, sure. Childish and rather stupid, but oh well right? As it turns out, you were far less charming to him than he was to you.

He turned to leave. He hadn't anything important to do in his office anyways, though now he just wanted to head home. "Wait!" You called.

Kita could make out the sound of his chair being pushed out as you stood up. He paused, giving you a brief invitation to say what you wanted to say. "Can you just give me a chance! Please? I'll be good, promise," you nervously tugged on your larger horn.

He looked down, eyes closing. "A chance for what."

You ignored how it sounded more like a demand than a question. "I dunno! Just hangin around? I'll even work at the church! Just let me stay with you, only for a week!"

He perked up at your offer to work at the church. Turning around, he finally looked you dead in the eye. "Only if you work."

A smile split your face, head nodding up and down feverishly.

No way in hell was this a good idea, but at least he could keep an eye on you.

~

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[ramp-it-up]

Sundancer

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Minors DNI, Some pictures, Angst, Pining, drinking, explicit language, oral sex (female/male receiving), love fluff. All errors my own.

A/N: This an ask from @honeysucklechocolatedrippin​ from the 100 smut prompts ask list. I got caught up with this one because I went back to the Show Runner AU.  I kinda love these two.  Hope you enjoy. Read Show Runner.

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This press tour was going to be all work. No play. 

Those were the strict rules that you were given.

This was the premiere film and television festival and January in Park City could be a fun, wild place and time, but you were on the clock. 

There would be no open flirting, touching, or even covert fucking while the cast was there. 

You listened to the lecture and smiled and nodded when appropriate.

Truth be told, you really weren’t paying attention, just waiting on your knees, naked and wet, to suck the shit out of his dick. 

When he gave you permission to of course.

You were determined to suck all those stupid ideas out of his brain along with all his cum when he gave you the chance. 

And Rafael was, indeed, without much coherent thought when you were done.

_____

Wednesday 

That conversation was of no consequence to you four days later when you landed in Park City. 

Daveed and Rafa had been there for two days and the rest of the cast was trickling in. 

You gathered your bag while answering a few questions from the paps and headed to your hotel alone, following the driver who held your name up outside baggage claim to a luxury suv.

You texted Rafael that you had landed, to which he just replied, “Good.”

No, ‘how was your flight,’ nothing. 

You sighed, assuming he was busy. 

He had been texting you nonstop for the past three days and now he wanted to play you. 

That was cool.

You relaxed as you took in the snowy scenery of snowy Park City. 

You were taken to a stunning tiny little chalet at the edge of the city and halfway up the mountain. 

The views were spectacular, the cute cozy kitchen fully stocked, and the fireplace was bomb.

As you took in all the antler decor, you texted Rafa again, hyped at the accommodations.

This is dope!

You made sure your cleavage was right in your v-neck sweater and took a selfie of you from above in the bedroom. 

I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.

You saw the thought bubbles, but no response.

Cool cool cool. 

If that’s what he wanted. That’s what he would get. Ice.

You shook your head and looked in the refrigerator for water. You also found your favorite snacks. 

Production thought of everything. You’d thank Gwen later.

You relaxed on the couch until it was time to get ready for the mixer. 

The car was ready to go at 6:45, in time to get you fashionably late to the Television mixer at the Waldorf Astoria at 7.

Because of all the traffic, you didn’t arrive until 7:30, but you were chilling. You spotted your crew immediately, partly because they were the loudest. 

You loved this new family you made.

“Ayyyy! What’s cracking! We thought you’d never make it. Late flight? You want a drink?”

You laughed at Daveed, seeing that he was on his way to getting lit.

“I’ll have what you’re having.” 

He raised his cute ass eyebrow at you. “This grown folks shit. You sure?”

“Yes. I’m grown. I need to catch up to you! I misjudged the time to leave my chalet. What time did you all leave yours?”

“Ummmm. I walked downstairs like 20 minutes ago. The whole cast is staying here. You’re the only one staying on the other side of town.”

“Oh.” 

You didn’t know what to say as Daveed turned to go get your drink.

You looked around and saw a lot of actors you’d love to work with, some you already had, and some you knew to stay away from.

You spotted Rafa’s golden hair on the other side of the room. 

You weren’t going to go after him, and you didn’t need to, because some of your cast mates enveloped you and Daveed brought you a drink.

You were having too good a time to worry about Mr. Artistic Integrity.

You two circled the room, never really ending up in the same place. You finally saw him with Gwen and got a chance to talk. Rafa saw you approach. He nodded.

“Hey, Long time no see. You make it in ok ?”

You looked at Rafael for an extra beat. He’d seen you up close and personal three days ago when you’d ridden his face. 

But you were an actor. You could play this game.

“Hey Casal. Yeah, I got a few hours ago.” 

You turned to the logistics producer. 

“Gwen! My chalet is so dope!”

She raised her eyebrow at you. 

“That’s great! So, you wanted peace and quiet and away from the rest of us, ay?” Gwen laughed as you and Rafa smiled politely. You were seething. 

“Trying to avoid all the parties. I get it now, although I thought it was weird that you declined accommodations.”

“You know our girl, always a loner.”

Rafael took a sip of his drink, looking at you over it. Your blood boiled but you turned and smiled at Gwen.

“Yeah. On my INFJ shit. What’s the lineup for tomorrow?”  

You made small talk to avoid cussing Rafael the fuck out. He stood there for a minute, listening and being an adorable muthafukin asshole. 

Other people came up and you didn’t even notice Rafa step away. But you spotted him, in a corner with that little twat Ava with the tight little body. Just his type.

He saw you stalking out of the mixer as he chatted her up.

—-

Two hours later, you were cozy in the hot tub, smoking some kush to relax, scrolling your phone. 

A TMZ post from your explore page caught your eye. 

There was a picture of Daveed, next to Rafa and Ava, who looked pretty close and fucking beautiful together. 

The gossip site gushed over the picture of the Bay Boys, noting the ‘adorable couple’ and their mingling at the mixer and somehow sneaking in a not so subtle hint that they were staying at the same hotel.

That was the final straw. You saw it all. Rafa wanted you far away from him while he fucked this little miniature Bratz doll. Bet.

It was only midnight. You were going to get your own plastic action figure for the night.

——

Thursday 

The next morning, you met up with the crew at the suite which was set up for the series press day. 

You went straight to Chelsea who was set up in the bedroom of the suite.

You gave her a hug and took off your sunglasses. Your eyes were puffy.

“Damn girl. You did have fun last night. I got just the thing for those circles.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and let her work her magic.

You emerged ten minutes later and went and got something to eat and a bottle of water from the catering station set up in the kitchen. You watched D and Rafa charm the interviewer. 

You took a deep breath. You could do this.

Ten minutes after that, you find yourself sitting in a chair with the cast lined up, somehow seated next to Rafael.

As the first interviewer was setting up, you got comfortable in your chair. Being a professional.

“I see you had fun last night.”

You looked over at Rafael as if surprised to see him there.

“I’m sorry?”

He smirked at you.

“I said it looks like you had fun with Michael last night.”

He held up his phone and you squinted at a post of you and your new friend, a highly sought after actor who had been in one of Rafa’s favorite movies. 

The pic was from after you went back out to the club last night. You were hugged up close.

You looked in his eyes and saw that he felt some kinda way. He had some fucking nerve.

You smirked. 

“Yeah. He’s really truly a dope person. Not just beauty, but brains too. I love an intelligent man. We… talked all night.” 

Rafa’s smile slipped. You sat back and put on a megawatt smile for the reporter.

The entire day was filled with your secret shots and animosity toward Rafa. 

You couldn’t wait to talk to him in private and tell him not to call your cell phone ever again.

Reporter: “This show has many complex relationships, and you are at the center of two of them that are just developing as the series begins. What do you do to ease into a new relationship?”

You leaned back and crossed your legs.

“That is a great question. Let’s just take an example of, say, meeting someone at... a club?”

Daveed leaned in front of Rafa and said, “This is not a true story from last night by the way.”

“Of course not,” you quickly replied and winked. Everyone laughed, everyone but Rafa.

“What I’ve found recently that works wonders is: ‘Oh my god you’re so much better than the last person I was with.’”

Everyone was dying laughing.

Rafa choked on his water. You leaned over and patted him on the back. “You good?”

He just glared at you. You shrugged and kept it moving.

“No, but really. You should start off in a relationship where you can be open and honest. There’s really no relationship if you can’t have that.”

Rafael cleared his throat, but you refused to look at him.

The press day continued.

After eight hours of interviews, you were ready to get out of there, so while Rafa and D were playing host, you managed to get out and to the car. 

You were exhausted of the tension.

On your way to the chalet, Rafa texted you.

‘We need to talk.’

You huffed. Now he wanted to talk. 

Well, tough shit. 

You blocked his number. 

You couldn’t function like this right now. You and him could break it off next week in LA. He was right, you were on the clock.

That night at the Midnight showing, you sat with Michael. 

Might as well try to have some fun. The paparazzi were snapping lots of pictures with you two.

While Mike took a quick interview, you made your way to the bar alone.

“You’ve not answered any of my texts. Or my calls.” 

You rolled your eyes at Rafael.

“You’ve texted and called?” 

You shrugged and took a drink.

“Look. We can do all that back in Cali next week. Gotta keep it professional here, isn’t that the deal?”

You downed your drink and walked back over to Michael, Rafael boring a hole in your back. 

He left you alone after that.

——

Friday

The next day and night were much the same, a cast interview and screening of two episodes during the day and another industry party at night. 

Rafa being so busy made it easy to stay away from each other.

You got back to your place with a bottle of tequila about midnight. 

You were flying out the next day and you should have some fun, even if it was not what you’d envisioned before you arrived in Park City. 

You hated Rafael Casal. 

But you refused to cry. Again.

An hour later, you looked up from your drunken haze to see Rafa standing over you. 

He looked so damn good in this dream.

“You shouldn’t drink a whole bottle of tequila in a hot tub, especially alone.”

“What the fuck do you care? You’re probably fucking Ava ten ways from Sunday right now.”

Dream Rafa raised his eyebrow at you and shook his head.

“Why would I want to fuck Ava?”

“Right? Especially when you could have all this.”

You stood up, almost falling and showing off your wet, naked body.  You giggled as he appreciated you, his eyes sweeping down your body.

Dream Rafa moved closer to you and grabbed your hand as you wobbled. 

“Let’s get out and get you some water.”

He helped you out and wrapped you in one of the huge white fluffy robes that you’d found in the closet.

He led you to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

You drank, your head clearing, but just a bit.

You kept staring at Dream Rafa, who was regarding you steadily, a weird look on his face.

When you finished, he walked you to the bedroom and watched as you lay down. You looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was 1:30 am.

You opened your robe and turned to see Dream Rafa in bed with you.

“How convenient. I’m so so horny Dream Boy. Haven’t had any dick since last week.” 

You untied the robe and grabbed your breasts, squeezing them and rolling your nipples, arching your back.

Rafael watched you hungrily.  

“Help me to get off. Fuck me, Dream lover. The real Rafa doesn’t want me anymore…”

You moved your hand down to your core and started playing in it, moaning and watching Rafa watch you.

As he licked his lips, you brought your hand up and let him taste the wetness on your fingers. He hummed, then took your hand in his.

“Not like this. I want you. Fully present and clear headed. But I want you. And we need to talk.”

He kissed the palm of your hand and covered you with the robe again.

You groaned and turned away from him.

“Even the Rafael of my dreams reject me? I can’t believe I’m in love with such a jackass.”

You didn’t feel Rafa pull you close as you started shoring.

—

Saturday

You woke up alone, mad at the sunlight. Your head was pounding. 

Your mouth was parched, but you found a bottle of water on the bedside table. 

You grabbed it, grateful that you got it on the way to the bedroom last night. 

As you sat up and drank, you groaned as you thought back to your dream. 

You had to get him out of your system.

You got up and went to the kitchen, halfway expecting to see him there. 

You sighed with something that must have been relief when he wasn’t there. 

You took your water and some grapes to the little kitchen bar and sat there, eating and drinking slowly with your head in your hand.

You jumped when you heard a key in the front door and stared when Rafa let himself in. 

“Look who’s up. Bet you’ve got a doozy of a headache.” 

You just continued to gape as he put his bags down on the counter. He handed you a bottle of aspirin.

“You’ll need these.” He put some pedialyte in front of you. “And this.”

“Wait. Did you just let yourself in? With a key?”

“Yeah. This is my chalet. I own it.”

Your mouth dropped open. 

“I thought you had a hotel room.”

“I do. This is business so production put the cast up there. D and I decided to join.”

Your heart clenched at the fact he did not want you there too. What was this reality? Then you thought about the dream.

“Wait. Were you really here last night?” 

You were confusion.

Rafa smiled at you. 

“You want something to eat? Gotta get something in your stomach besides tequila and grapes.” 

You groaned and held your head at the realization that last night was not a dream.

“Fuck. Did I say all that? Did I do all that? Out loud?” 

You peeked at him through your fingers.

That smile. “Yeah.” 

You were mad. He looked to fucking happy. 

“Well, don’t take it personal. I was zooted. When I’m sober, I hate you Rafael.”

He frowned. “Are you sober now?”

You opened the bottle of aspirin and drank some pedialyte. 

“Unfortunately, yes. Very sober.”

Rafa moved next to you.

“I’m going to come closer so I don’t have to yell.”

He tipped your chin up with two fingers.

“I can’t believe I’m in love with a fucking brat.”

You were ready to fight.

“I’m a brat? I’m a BRAT?” 

You leaned back, your hands on the counter behind you to get some space from the electricity bouncing between you.

“You ignore me as soon as I land in the same city as you, and then you put me out here in this secret hideaway so you can fuck with that Ava chick.” 

You closed your eyes because you’d be damned if you cried right now. 

“I thought we agreed that we’d talk to each other before we tired of each other and got with other people?”

Rafa leaned close to you, caging you in with his arms on the counter beside yours. 

You could barely breathe, the emotions were getting the better of you. You just wanted to kiss him.

“Who told you that I fucked Ava?” 

This time you raised your chin on your own.

“No one had to tell me. I saw the pictures of you two together. I can read, Rafa.”

“Not very well in this situation, I’m afraid.”

Rafa shook his head and looked down. Then looked back up at you with those damn eyes.

“You also don’t listen. Did you even hear what I said? I just said I love you.”

You just stared at him.

“Wait… what?”

Rafa brought his hips closer to yours, standing up tall. You wanted them on you.

“I love you, you fucking brat. Why would I want Ava when the woman I love has all this.”

And he reached for you, opening the tie on your robe. He sighed as he moved his hands on your brown skin. He was home.

“I want you to listen. Listen before you jump ahead and try to argue.”

You were about to say something and clamped your mouth shut at his warning glance.

“I told you, this was work. And we agreed not to go public with our relationship yet.”  

He saw you wanting to protest.

“We agreed.” 

His hands spread against your stomach, thumbs on your warm nipples.

“I wasn’t ignoring you, I was controlling myself. I wanted to meet you at the airport, but the paps are swarming.”

Rafael's blue eyes were now dark.

“And I didn’t stash you away because I wanted to fuck Ava, but because this is my home and I wanted you in it.” 

Rafa finally kissed you, and you took his tongue in your mouth, wanting to own a part of him.  Your moan while you kissed was getting him even harder.

“And when you sent me that picture of you in the bedroom, I wanted to run over here and take you in every room,  but I couldn’t. Still working. Just had to jack off when I could. To that picture.”

You moaned as his words made you drip down your thigh.

He pressed his pelvis to you and you could feel how hard he was. You took a ragged breath and forced your hands to remain on the counter. 

But you looked up into those burning blue eyes. You were wet and ready.

“It was killing me knowing that you were so close, sleeping in my bed without me, naked in my hot tub without me, and that I couldn’t touch you, hold you. Fuck the shit out of you. Hear you scream my name.”

“Tire of you? God, I wish I could get tired of you. I want you all the time, I can hardly function when you’re not around.”

He kissed across your collarbone to the other side of your neck. You were definitely weak.

“I was coming over that first night, but I saw you going out. To the club. Where it seems you hooked up with Mike.” 

Rafa bit down on your pulse point.

“Rafa, I…”

Rafa licked the spot he just bit. 

“Shhh. I know you didn’t get with him, but you were a bit of a bitch at the Q and A day. And then you took him to the midnight screening.”

Rafa was appraising your body possessively now.

“You tried to make me think that you were with him; that he was touching you like this.”

Rafa grabbed your breasts and squeezed your nipples between your fingers. You arched into his hands.

“It was like you were teasing me.” 

His hands moved down your torso and around to your ass, squeezing and pulling your cheeks apart and ghosting your intimate parts with his fingers.

“You know I don’t like to be teased.”

He released you and took two steps back, leaving you feeling bereft.

You were panting in the middle of his kitchen. You felt what it was like to be teased.

“Rafa, I’m sorry. Please…”

Rafa was two steps ahead of you. He was pulling his Oaklandish hoodie over his head. Then he shook his head at you.

He bent his head to your breast as he lifted it roughly to meet his lips. He drew your hard bud between his lips and grazed it with his teeth. 

Rafa nipped and sucked your flesh roughly as he licked the fingers in his other hand and reached between your legs.

“Did you want Mike to touch your cunt like this?”

“No...only you Cash…”

He traced his fingers between your wet lips, causing you to shudder and moan. Then he started to tease your clit.

“Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me you love me.”

“I..I…” You didn’t know when it happened, but it did. “Fuck it. I love you Rafael.” 

You sigh in relief and with desire as he pushed his fingers deeper into you.

He moaned softly in your ear as he pressed you back against the island.

“Good girl. Now tell me more. Tell me you love what I’m doing to you right now. Tell me you love this shit.”

“I love it so fucking much,” you squeaked, holding on to his shoulders for dear life, your nails digging in.

As he pumped his fingers, you wriggled and started to grind against his hand. As you wriggled more, he cursed under his breath.

“Fuck! Stay still.”  

His tongue licked up and down your neck as his hand went faster and faster, playing you like an instrument.

You were getting so close, and Rafa could feel it. So he stopped and stepped back again, panting while he tasted his fingers and leaving you quivering and emotional.

You refused to beg, but he knew what you needed.

“I want to punish you for not listening to me and your heart, but I can't because I’d be punishing myself.”

He walked toward you again, put his hands on you and slid down your body as he knelt before you.

Rafa looking up at you like that made you fall in love all over again. 

He leaned forward and kissed your lower lips oh so tenderly. Then, he licked them, and you had to hold on to the counter again. Then he started talking.

“I’ve been hard for you ever since you texted me that you touched down.” 

He kissed each of your thighs and lifted one up and rested it on his shoulder. You were not ready.

“I was so pissed off all day. Until I saw you that night.”

Rafa lightly licked a long stripe between your legs.

He pulled back and looked at your pussy, as if entranced.

“But, I stayed away from you at the mixer because I knew I would drag you to a bathroom and bend you over the sink…”

Rafa slowly rolled his tongue over your slit. You held your hand over your mouth as you watched him.

He looked up at you and chuckled. 

“No close neighbors. Let me hear you.” 

He sighed as he looked at you again. 

“I wanted to take you in the bedroom at the suite during the press day and put your ankles around your ears to dig out that attitude.”  

Rafa licked you again, making you tremble and moan loudly.

“I decided to come and give you an ultimatum last night, but I get here and you were so cute and drunk and said that you loved me.”  

He graced you with a smile. You smile back and brush his hair out of his eyes.

“I know you said that I don’t own you. But you own me. Body and soul. I’m starving for you.”

And then he dove in, making you gasp as he eagerly parted your lips with his tongue and started to flick it back and forth over your clit, grasping your ass and your leg to support you and keep you in place.

This time he didn’t stop. He licked and sucked and swiped, his head moving back and forth as he ate. He did it until your eyes rolled back into your head and you were screaming his name. He increased his pace and intensity until you were a quivering, moaning mess. 

You come on Rafa’s face in the middle of a ski chalet in Park City, Utah.

You were still quivering as you watched him stand up, take off his shirt and wipe his face with it.

“So, you can take your flight back to LA in a couple of hours, or you can stay until Monday and we can be seen together tonight. In public.”

Your face lit up as he led you to the bathroom. You were catching on.

“And we will be ‘good friends’ for a few weeks until we let on.”

“Now, you’re listening.” Rafa was smiling wide now.

“Wait, does Diggs know about us?” Rafa started taking off his pants. You needed what was inside.

“Nevermind. I know the answer, Jackass.”  

You ignored Rafa’s laugh as you began to make up for lost time.

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We Still Have Time (Axl Rose x Reader)

Pairing: modern!Axl x younger!Reader

Words: 2,068

Request: @whisperess33​ “I love your oneshots sooo much! 😩❤💞 Do you take requests? If so: can I request a modern!Axl oneshot, where he's been in a relationship with a younger girl for at least a year, and they end up having the 'kid talk' after seeing a toddler/kid backstage, where Axl wonders if his chance to be a dad really has passed him by and the girl reassures him and says she'd really like at least one baby but didn't dare to ask because she thought he didn't want and says he'd make a great dad? Thanks 🥰🥰🥰”

A/N: Can I just say...I think about Axl with children all the time...every time I see Axl in a picture with a small child, my heart HURTS. I can just imagine he would be a wonderful, supportive father. Lowkey, maybe I’ll do a GNR preference one day about having your first child together. I hope y’all enjoy! (PIC NOT MINE)

“From what I could see, there were already a lot of people out there.” Axl was telling you from where you were having a little moment backstage in the hallway. Guns N’ Roses were headlining a rather large outdoor music festival that evening. You found yourself smiling at the light surprise that colored his tone. “It’s hot out there.”

“And? Do you not realize how many people would brave the heat or hail or snow or rain or whatever just to see Guns N’ Roses?” You scolded him affectionately, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder with your hand. He raised his hand to rest over yours briefly.

“Well, maybe. But the weather was saying it could reach temps of...” you watched Axl’s gaze shift away from yours and zero in on something behind your ankles. “...hey little guy. Are you lost?” Axl’s voice had softened considerably, into a tone of voice you had never heard him use before.

You turned around, expecting to see a stray cat, or maybe even a lost dog. You were almost taken aback at the sight of a small boy, no older than four. He was sniffling, his hand pressed against his nose, his eyes flickering about. Axl moved around you and knelt down, still a good distance from the boy. “Hey, buddy, where did you come from?”

The boy now focused his dizzied gaze on Axl’s, his eyes widening almost in uneasiness. “Hey, it’s okay. I won’t hurt ya.” Axl crept forward a little, but the little boy shrank back a half-step. You wanted to help, but something made you hold back and watch Axl, who you had never seen interact with children except for when he would say hello to his band mate’s. Never a child this small. You watched as doubt clouded Axl’s eyes suddenly at the sight of the child shrinking back. It was as if Axl could understand something in the boy’s body language. Axl put his outstretched hand down and the boy seemed to relax a little.

“It’s okay, little guy. I can help you. Where are you parents, huh?”

“...I-I don’t know.” The little boy finally stuttered out. He looked at Axl hesitantly again before he walked closer on his own accord to where Axl was still kneeling. He placed both of his tiny hands on Axl’s knee as though he needed to steady himself and looked around, his expression breaking. “I can’t find her.”

“Okay. I can help you find your mommy. What does she look like?” Axl asked gently, simply watching the little boy who rested against his knee. Before he could give an answer, he began to cry. Your heart ached and you looked around desperately for anyone close by. “Hey, shh, it’s okay. You’re gonna be alright,” Axl shushed.

The boy threw himself at Axl, wrapping his small arms around his neck and curling his body closer to Axl. Axl was stiff for a moment before he cradled the boy gently in his arms and stood with him, now letting him cry onto his shoulder. “It’s gonna be okay,” Axl kept cooing, his hand smoothing rhythmic circles on the boy’s back. “Hey, you wanna see something cool?” The boy sniffled, his cries momentarily stopping as he pulled back to look at Axl with half-heartedly curiosity. Axl was pulling off a ring from his pinkie. “See that? Here, you hold it. What color is that?”

“B-Black.”

“That’s right. It’s called an onyx.” The boy didn’t reply as he stroked the gemstone with his tiny finger. His tears were momentarily halted, too enraptured with his new objection of fascination.

“Oh, thank God!” At that moment, a woman came barreling around the corner, voice frantic and eyes wild. She was dressed in a crew member shirt, but you had never seen her before. “There you are, Ben!”

“Mommy!” The boy cried now, outstretching his arms. Axl placed him on the ground where he ran a few paces before he was quickly scooped up by his mother. She locked him in a vice grip and suddenly seemed to notice the company she was in; her face practically paled as she looked at Axl.

“I’m so sorry, I turned my back for two seconds; normally his dad watches him but my husband got a new job and we’re still trying to figure out scheduling and there was a conflict—I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, I’m so—.”

“What’s your name?”

“…Erica.” Axl stuck his hand out, to which Erica had to shift Ben in her arms to accept.

“Erica, if you need any help at all, at the next few shows or in the coming weeks, please let me know. Any kind of accommodations that would help you out with things.” Axl calmly interrupted her apology. She seemed too stunned to even reply.

“...That’s...thank you. Thank you, so much. I’ll keep that in mind.” You were swelling with pride.

“He’s a very beautiful boy.” You finally commented, reaching out to brush Ben’s sandy colored hair from his eyes. He laughed a little now, his still-wet eyes now shining.

“He takes after his father.” Erica replied, finally looking relaxed. Her words created a picture in your head, an image of a strawberry blonde boy with gentle eyes that you cradled in your arms. When you glanced over at Axl, he was already watching you, reflecting the same smile you saw in your head. “Oh, hey—that’s not yours. Why don’t go give it back, baby?” Erica said as she noticed Axl’s ring still in Ben’s hand.

“No, no. He can keep it. Maybe he can grow into it.” Axl replied coolly. “I think he likes it.”

“Oh, no I couldn’t.” Erica said, looking from the ring and Axl in disbelief. You could tell what she was thinking; that ring cost a pretty penny.

“Please.” Axl insisted.

After that incident, Axl was pretty quiet, and you knew him well enough not to poke or prod. He would always come to you when he was ready with his fleshed-out thoughts, when he was ready to have a conversation. It wasn’t until after the show when you were riding back to the hotel in a limo, just the two of you, that Axl finally broke his silence.

“I can’t believe I got that kid to stop crying.” You glanced over at him, listening to the quiet marvel in his voice.

“Children are really hard to figure out,” you agreed. “Especially when they’re younger. They have all these feelings and thoughts, but such short life experience. I’m sure it’s overwhelming in their little heads. And people don’t take the time to try and understand that.” Axl was nodding his head to your words.

You made a mental note that this was not territory you had ever explored together. This was not conversation you had ever navigated. It wasn’t even a conversation you ever thought you would have.

“They’re really something. They’re just this little world, all inside them, and you have to be so careful, because you’re helping them mold themselves.” He paused, a small smile growing on his lips. “They’re pretty adorable too. Sometimes it blows my mind to look out into the crowds and see little kids on their parent’s shoulders, you know. But sometimes too, it’s almost like this...reminder.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, listening to the way his voice dropped off.

“I’ve been doing this for so long, Y/N.” He admitted quietly after a moment. “The people who were our age that got into us in the beginning, they’ve gone and started their own families now. It’s more than one generation listening to us. And then Duff and Slash have kids too.” He seemed to be connecting all of it together, his eyes staring down at the rings on his finger and the one finger where one was missing. “Sometimes it just makes me wonder if…maybe I’m too late. I missed the train.”

“Too late? Axl, of course not.” You told him, scooting closer to him in the limo, waiting for him to look at you. It was as if he couldn’t.

“Duff and Slash’s kids are already older now.”

“And Mick Jagger is still having babies.” Axl snorted a little. “Axl...I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry, darling?” He asked, now turning his head to look at you with haste.

“Because I never even thought to ask if this was something you wanted. Because it was never a deal-breaker to me. I just, wrongly assumed it was something you didn’t want. And I didn’t want to make you feel like that was a bad thing.” He looked between your eyes for a long moment.

“I used to think about it more, when I was younger. Figured it would happen. When it didn’t...I let it go for a while. And then with you, sometimes the thought would come back. But I figured…” he trailed off with an almost bitter chuckle, his eyes flickering away from yours down to your hands resting in your lap. He grabbed your left hand and began idly rotating your wedding ring around your finger.

“You figured…?” You prompted gently.

“I just figured you thought I was too old to start a family. And sometimes, the thought would eat me up. Before we got married, it was like I was waiting for the day where you would come and tell me we needed to have that talk. That you wanted someone that could give you the one thing I can’t.”

“Ax, I want you, first and foremost. Always. And I was content with the fact that maybe you just didn’t want to start a family, which is exactly why I never even bothered to ask.”

“But do you?” Axl asked you, his hand now slipping in yours. His voice was grave, his eyes were boring into your soul, as if he were searching for the answer himself. He demanded your truth, expecting no less from you, always.

“I do.” You admitted in a whisper, the image of little strawberry blonde duplicate of Axl entering your head again. You had never wanted anything more. “I don’t think it’s too late, Ax. And for the record, I think you would make an amazing father.”

Axl’s eyes rounded, as though he hadn’t expected your compliment. Then, a ridiculously bright beam appeared on his face, like a rainbow peeking out of rain clouds. It illuminated the whole limo and you could feel yourself smiling back, smiling so big it hurt.

Axl wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him so that he could press a kiss to your temple. “What do you want, then? A boy, or a girl?”

“I don’t care. I just hope they look just like you.” You admitted. Axl chuckled a little.

“Do you have names that you like?” Before you could even answer, Axl continued. “I don’t want them to have some cookie-cutter name. They’re gonna be special. I want them to always know they have their own thoughts and beliefs and impact on this world. We can easily turn one of the spare bedrooms into a nursery, the one closest to ours. It gets a lot of sunlight too. We would have to put up safeguards around the house. I’ll get a college fund set up—”

“Ax, slow down.” You giggled, leaning into his shoulder. It was as if a floodgate had been opened and you were absolutely giddy. “First, we have to have the baby before we can send them to college.” He laughed a little too.

“You’re right. Well…I guess we better get started.” You laughed with him, nearly consumed by the emotions swirling in your heart; love, lust, joy, bliss. They were all fighting to reign supreme, but you let them coexist, as they always did with Axl.

“You’re gonna be the best father.” You repeated the loudest thought ringing in your head. Axl then rested his spare hand on your stomach lightly, as though he were already getting ahead of himself again.

“You’re already the greatest woman in my life. Our baby is gonna have one great woman to look up to.” This was a new side of Axl that you never could have imagined. Your entire future now looked different. And somehow, you were still finding avenues to fall even deeper in love with him. Together, you were going to discover parenthood together.

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another kevison fanfic none of you asked for (also on ao3):

[Thread] Who's the nicest celeb you've met in real life?

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Kevin Pearson. Was an extra for one of his movies and couldn’t be any nicer. Chatted with us even though technically you weren’t supposed to. He joked around a lot and showed us pics of his family. Real top bloke.

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I met this guy once on vacation in Italy. We were at a table next to him and my newborn was screaming bloody murder, mom was in the bathroom. Couldn’t quite calm my son and I was getting real embarrassed with the loud noise. Some of the waiters came over to their table to ask if they wanted to move but Kevin shut them down immediately. Actually got a bit cross that they even suggested it. His wife suggested to rock my baby on the side to make him stop and he did! She knows a few tricks having twins and stuff. Also shared that joy/misery thing of being first time parents. Anyway, they left first (they got there earlier) and we learned after that they paid for our meals too. Couldn’t believe it.

replied: Wow. That’s the so fucking nice of them.

replied: Yeah made my wife cry haha

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I’ve heard only good things about him too! My mom lives in Philly and his brother was running for city council a few years back and he was there and took photos with all the Korean mamas including my own and my grandma! apparently he smells really expensive :P

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Didn’t know that I was fully chatting up his wife at Starbucks until I saw a pic of them at the premiere for one of his movies. I’d be embarrassed by my god she was fantastic! 10/10 would’ve gone for it if I wasnt such a potato

replied: And wasn’t married.

replied: That too

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My daughter was an extra on one of his movies and says he’s the nicest guy and “such a dad” lol! And her dad’s a real “dad” dad so for her to say that about a famous actor is funny

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I used to teach his kids in my kindergarten class. Daughter’s wicked smart. I can tell you all the mothers would have a fit every time he’d come by to pick them up and if it’s not his wife or them together, it’s him. Very hands on. I’d say that counts for nice.

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Rocked out to a Lady Gaga show with him and his wife in Vegas. His wife and I are practically best friends now! We’re on first name basis ;)

replied: Sounds fun! What were they there for if you don’t mind me asking? Coz isn’t he like sober now?

replied to a reply: I think it was for a niece’s birthday or something? Couldn’t remember, was pretty wild night :P And I didn’t see any drinks.Even his wife wasn’t drinking I think? They were literally there to enjoy Gaga like the rest of us

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I love hearing stories about him like this because it always looks like he’s such a pretentious pretty boy jerk especially back in the day

replied: Getting your life sorted can change a man

replied to a reply: Yeah he’s pretty mellowed out since getting sober. He’s had that DUI and rehab stint but now he’s a real family man and seems to love his wife very much. Good for him.

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Doesn’t he remind you of George Clooney? Got married late and had boy girl twins and is loving life!

replied: True!!

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Not sure if everybody knows but his wife Madison is pretty big in the interior design space especially coz she like pretty much runs their fam construction business. I follow her on Insta and I know everyone has a crush on Kevin but I’d pick her over him any day!

replied: OMG YES SAME! She puts together these amazing DIY palettes and I’m obsessed! I’d also pick her over him any day even just to pick her brain

replied to a reply: She also recommends the best books!!!

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My mom’s in the planning side of construction and met his wife in West Chester. She did a presentation and afterwards her and my mom shared parenting tips like they’re in some mom club. Apparently she was the sweetest and her babies are adorable and also Kevin calls a lot lol

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Met him at the airport, wife’s a huge fan of the manny so sucked my gut to ask for a pic. When he found out it’s for the missus, he recorded a special vid saying his iconic line. Missus was over the moon. Real good fella

replied: MANNY SAY WHAAATTTTT

replied: That’s so nice

replied: He did for my mom as well! All the moms love him!

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Kevin Pearson helped re-build my grandparents’ burned down convenience store. Couldn’t thank him enough even if I tried

replied: Wow, that’s real generous. How are the grandparents?

replied to a reply: Thanks! They’re over the moon. They have a house near the area but gran said he’d come by with his kids from time to time. Even if gran didn’t want to, they always insisted to pay for whatever the kids wanted.

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Delivered the cake for his uncle (grandpa’s?) wedding and he gave a seriously generous tip. Oh and his wife packed me pigs in the blanket.

replied: Pigs in the blanket?! What in the middle school

replied: Apparently it was the uncle/grandad’s favorite or something and they double ordered. But who cares free food!

replied to a reply: Did it come with ketchup?

replied to a reply: Hot, wrapped in foil and handful of ketchup packets. I felt like one of the kids

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Not him but his brother who’s like a big shot in politics right now. Real top guy and had the best laugh

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This doesn’t sound real but I’ve bumped into him literally five times over the past year he’ll probably think I’m some stalker. Rarely saw him without his family and once his kid threw a ball at me. He apologised but c’mon you either throw a ball or bounce it no big deal. Besides, that kid has David Beckham’s kids manners. Real like English folk polite it’s insane

replied: That’s always nice to hear that celebrity kids aren’t spoiled brats. We know a few good of them are

replied to a reply: Celebrity kids are different from kid celebrities though

replied to a reply: Didn’t say they were the same? Just saying that for a kid of someone so rich and famous you’d think they’d be a bit more spoiled but they weren’t at all and was beyond respectful and that’s a testament to the parents.

replied to a reply: Agree. I’ve met this particular celebrity’s kids and mind you they’re teens now but god they were just awful and pretentious. Even more than their famous parent which is saying something

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Not him but I did meet that actress that was so embarrassingly flirty around him during the press conference of hat film he did a few years back. She’s a real bitch and so fake and I’m so glad she’s been dropped from the sequel

replied: Oh god yeah I remember her. She was so obnoxious laughing at everything he said like stfu it’s not that funny!!!! The secondhand embarrassment watching her and him being all polite about it *chills*

replied: She’s the worst. No talent

replied to a reply: I was an extra for some scenes in that movie and she was WAY worse and such a diva for someone unknown. Kevin’s a real nice guy though and just let her be. He talks about his wife and kids a lot but she would not take a hint!

replied to a reply: That is just embarrassing

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Alright story time. Was working as a barista at a cafe and it was one of those really shitty days. He came in, ordered and waited and was all nice and took some pics with fans. Anyway, like I said shitty day so I mixed up his coffee order and got him two lattes instead of cappuccinos. Mind you, it was a busy asf day as well and I was the only one making coffees. He comes over and tells me and I apologise but by this time my manager’s already all up on my ass for serving Kevin Pearson incorrectly. He kept apologising to him and berating me till Kevin himself stepped in and told the manager off. But like calmly and stuff like it’s no big deal and people make mistakes whatever and I kid you fucking not he apologised to me too and said I was doing a good job. He probably won’t know how much that meant to me after an already shitty as day but it did. I made sure to make him the best fucking cappuccinos

replied: I’ve met him in irl too and he is this!

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I saw him sitting at a cafe with his daughter. Super nice. Asked him if I could get an autograph for my mom who’s a huge fan. He asked me some questions about her and wrote a really nice autograph, for her. His daughter stuck one of her stickers on there too and my mom loved that even more. I told him where she works (at a grocers) and he went out of his way to shop there the next day and made a point to look for her and chat. Great, great dude

replied: That is so fucking cool man. And your mom must’ve been so happy!

replied to a reply: She was over the moon! She loves his wife too! Apparently she was even chattier than Kevin haha

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Met him at the airport. I was an employee and he had some TSA questions. Genuinely nice and friendly, chatted for about 15min. After he was set, we shook hands, he had his kids say thank you individually with a high five. Adorable. His wife was super nice and friendly too. Very good social interaction, would participate again