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THE NUMBER YOU HAVE DIALED IS CURRENTLY UNAVAILABLE (LN4)
â° lando norris x ex!reader â°
summary â in which lando keeps dialing your number even after you've changed it.
genre â angst (im not sorry)
word count â 2.1k
author's note â remember how i broke ur hearts with carlos sainz angst for my first fic about him? YEAH HERE'S THE LANDO VERSION!!!!!!!! i know yall love it either way so, enjoy reading! very short btw, i just wanted to put something out for today
"where did we go wrong? i know we started out all right. where did we go wrong? i swear i knew we'd last this time." - lany, "13"
it takes three rings.
then he hears that stupid automated voice again, "the number you have dialed is currently unavailable or disconnected, please tryâ"
"for fuck's sake."
after he ends the attempted call, the furious typing is apparent in the empty, dark room. the artificial keyboard clicking fills the room as he tries his best to reach her. it's futile really, with every text he sends, the more agitated he becomes.
he knew that he shouldn't do this, that she was probably trying her best to move on, but he couldn't. he couldn't let her slip away from his grasp so easily.
"i just want you here for my races, is that so hard to ask for?" lando sounded desperate, he was desperate. he was a guy who needed his girlfriend and it didn't help that his girlfriend couldn't be there with him when he needed it the most, especially at times like these.
she was tired, he could tell, he didn't want to turn this into an argument but he was going to base it off of how she was going to respond, "lando, i can't. you know this. i have family here that i need to support, i can't just quitâ"
"i'm not asking you to quit, i'm asking you to come just when you can," lando ruffled his hair so hard that it hurt, "the races are on weekendsâ for fuck's sake! why can't you just listen to me and actually hear what i'm saying?"
"i am listening! you're not listening to me!" she had tears in her eyes now, he hated it. he hated when he got riled up like this. it wasn't her fault, he knew it but he wanted her around him at least every few races, he hadn't been able to see her on the paddock at all this year and it pained him.
an exasperated sigh leaves his lips and he tries calling again, he knows she's not gonna pick up. he knows that he's probably blocked everywhere, but he wants to try. he wants to talk. he just wanted to fix things.
"the number you have dialed isâ"
the next thing he heard was his phone shattering against the wall after he threw it across the room.
it was only two days later when he got a new phone and tried again, it wasn't going to go through. he knew it, but he just wanted to try. he wanted to show her that he was willing to make a compromise with her, just to make sure that she was there for him.
he didn't understand why he raised his voice so easily when it came to her, maybe because emotions ran high and he didn't know what else to do to express himself. he didn't know. all he knew was that he was a selfish prick and he deserved all of this.
he tried again.
"the number you have dialed is cuâ"
he wanted to smash that brand new phone into the wall like its predecessor but he held himself back, he knew that the money that was needed to buy him a new phone was priceless to him, he was a formula one driver. it was pennies to him. all that money and he couldn't keep the most priceless thing to him, her.
he didn't care how selfish it sounded, or how convoluted their issues were. he just wanted her here, to hug, to kiss, to just comfort him. he had so many things on his mind right now and it could've been solved just by a simple touch and kiss to the forehead.
he was losing his mind and he knew it.
something akin to a sob bubbles from his throat when he hears the automated voice again.
"the number you have dialed is currently unavailable or disconnected, please try again later."
he fucked up, he knows now. she didn't have to rub it in his face like this, by changing her number and disappearing off of the face of the earth.
he just wanted to be home.
gentle knocking wakes her up from her slumber, it's unusual to get guests at this hour and on top of that, she wasn't expecting anyone. a huff escapes her lips as she gently takes the covers off of her and sits up on the bed. the knocks become more persistent as she begrudgingly gets up from her comfortable bed.
at first, she contemplates whether she should open the door or not but she opens it against her better judgement, her eyes widening when she realizes who it was.
"lando, what are you doing here? aren't you supposed to be in ausâ"
she gets engulfed in a hug before she could even utter another word.
inhaling her scent after so long had been a breath of a fresh air for lando, he missed her. she's confused on how lando even knows where she lived. she had moved out of her last flat to avoid him on purpose, and now he's here, when he's supposed to be all the way in australia getting ready for a race.
his hug wasn't reciprocated, unfortunately for him.
"landoâ" she was cut off by her ex standing in front of her, his eyes were glassy, puffy, like he had been crying all the way from australia to here.
"i just wanted to see you, that's all."
"we broke up two months ago, you can't just show up in front of my flat like this."
"i know butâ"
"there aren't any buts lando, didn't me changing my number make it clear to you?" she folded her arms in front of her chest, her hair was still a mess from sleep and she was in pajamas, but her eyes were nowhere near his, not wanting to have any type of eye contact.
lando could only look down on the ground in embarrassment, he knew it was wrong. he knew he shouldn't have asked her friends where she lived, all of them had turned down his questions, telling him that she wanted nothing to do with him anymore but it wasn't anything a little persistence couldn't solve.
"is that all? you have a race to catch," she didn't even give him the chance to speak before trying to close the door on his face, but he blocked it with his foot, he wanted to talk. to fix things. he knew that things were irreparable but he wanted to try.
lando pushes the door open, despite her insistence of not letting him in, "i want to fix things, loveâ"
"there's nothing to fix lando, we're done. we've been done. what part of done do you not understand?" she was on the verge of tears, she didn't want to end it with lando, no, not at all but she felt that it was best for the both of them, she couldn't provide him with what he needed and he couldn't with her either, so it was best to just separate because why be in a relationship when you don't feel the love?
her eyes were still on the floor, not even daring to look up at lando's. it hurt for her too of course, just throwing away their year-long relationship out the window when the beginning of their relationship was so lovely, but now all there was is resentment and she didn't want that in her relationship.
lando couldn't utter anything out his mouth, he was stuck in place by her words. he let himself in earlier after he pushed the door open, he gently closed the door behind him before sighing, "we didn't even talk about it, you just decided for yourself that you didn't want to be apart of this anymore, you didn't even wait until my race ended before i could respond. how can i let it go?"
she swallowed the lump in her throat as she looked out the window, still refusing to look at lando, because she knew that if she did, she would start crying, "you just do lando. sometimes break-ups aren't always mutual, sometimes it's one person who doesn't want to be in a relationship anymore. it takes two to tango."
lando tousled with his hair, what could he say to that? she wasn't wrong. she couldn't deny the hurt and sadness that was in his green eyes, she hated that she made him feel that way but they were nothing. they've been broken up. by definition, they didn't have anything to do with eachother anymore, but she still had that care inside of her heart for him. after all, it had only been two months.
"just hear me out, and by the end of tonight, if you don't want to see me anymore, i'm gone. i won't try to contact you anymore," lando gave an ultimatum and she was fine with that, because she knew well that whatever he said, she would still say no.
she sat down on her couch, patting the space next to her to at least give him some sort of hospitality, wanting to hear him out even though she was steadfast in her decision.
"i won't bug you to come to my races anymore, i'll even help you with helping your familyâ"
"you can't throw money at this problem, lando."
"i'm not throwing money at it, i'm just saying that it's an option and you can take it if you feel like you need it," lando's voice was always pleadingâ begging for her to hear him out. he wasn't that type of guy, never. all of his exes got the same type of treatment, if they said that they were done, then lando wouldn't even bother.
he was a formula one driver, he didn't have the time.
but for her, he did.
she looks up, her arms still folded in front of her chest, legs curled up beneath her as she tries to find a comfortable position in an uncomfortable situation. glancing at the clock on the coffee table, it read in bright red neon numbers that it at 4:27 am, far too early or late for him to be here.
"we've had a similar conversation before, and i refused. so i'm refusing again," she sighs before meeting lando's eyes for the second time tonight, "i don't understand why you would want to keep this relationship. it doesn't benefit you for dating a poor girl."
"do you really think i care about your financial status?" lando asked, almost if it the thought of him caring about his (ex)girlfriend's financial status was ridiculous. he didn't care, it's the way she made him feel for the entirety of last year. she made him feel whole, like even if the world was against him, she would still be there.
she was used to men coming into her life who could think that they could "save" her and lando was no different to all of those other men. sure, she was definitely struggling trying to pay for her younger siblings education while working and pursuing her degree at the same time but that doesn't mean she was a damsel in distress and she expressed that to lando.
lando closed his eyes in frustration, "no, i didn't mean it like thatâ"
"well you sure as hell worded it like that," she looks away from him yet again, refusing to meet his eyes again until he had to leave. her eyes were glued to the window that overlooked the city, it was beautiful, calmingâ peaceful even, "i'm not changing my mind lando, we're worlds apart. i don't need you helping me, i can take care of myself."
with that, lando bit his lip and she ushers him out of her flat.
it had been months since lando's seen her, but he never forgot. he couldn't. the way she smelt, the way she laughed, everything still stuck in his brain as he continued his career.
the world didn't revolve around him, so the show must go on.
calling her old number had also become routine, almost an obsession. every finish, every weekend, anything that had to do with his career, lando would try and call her and tell her how his races were going, as if he wasn't talking to an automated robot on the other end of the line. the automated voice was practically his best friend because he's heard the damn voice so many times.
"the number you have dialed is currently unavailable or disconnected. please try again later."
and try again later he would.
he didn't understand himself, was it an obsession or was it the comfort that it gave him when he dialed her number? he didn't know. but sometimes he would hold up that phone to his ear and talk as if she was on the other end of the line, even though lando knew that there was no one waiting on the other line for him, not anymore.
but, the show must go on, right?
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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 92 (Conrad's First Love)
cw: Conrad getting pretty spicy đśď¸đśď¸đśď¸ and not with Heather; references to human and drug trafficking (not depicted).
Follows the events of this post.
As she passed him to put away her gloves, a stunning redhead at Pappy Murphy's Boxing Gym caught Conrad's eye. Though he'd been deep in another bout of anger and self-pity over the death of his mother years earlier, he stopped his workout. Every inch of his being compelled him to talk to her.
She turned with a smile before he could stammer a single word. "Hi, handsome. Did you want a better look?"
He nervously introduced himself and she told him her name. "Ximena." The word floated from her lips like a song. He was instantly smitten.
"Ximena, could I buy you a drink?"
They spent the day in a local pub. He told her everything about his mother's death and his distance from his father in the years since. She listened, but she had a lot less to say about herself. "I live here with my brother. I'm a student, and I'm the only caretaker he has. Our parents aren't around anymore, and it's been just Rafa and me for years."
He could hear an accent when she spoke, and most people in Britechester weren't locals, so he made an assumption. "How long since you moved from Selvadorada?"
Surprised by his guess, she turned defensive. "I don't talk about Selva."
He liked her too much to press and push her away, so they spent the rest of the day flirting and discussing their interests until Ximena invited him back to her place. "You make me laugh, Conrad Gordon. My brother's still at school and I want to get to know you better without all this noise. I hate the music they play in here."
Once Conrad followed her out of the bar and back to the small home she shared with her kid brother, Rafa, he started following her everywhere.
He lost his virginity to her a week after they met. That night, she told him why she left Selvadorada.
"I was going to die or they were going to kill me. I wouldn't let them sell me to anyone anymore, so I made a plan and left with my brother in the middle of the night to come here."
She showed him the scars left by the cartel, and a resolve to keep her safe coloured his already steadfast affection. He let her cut his hair when she said she wanted to show him how freeing it felt to change his look. "It's nice not to recognize the person in the mirror, sometimes," she said.
She told him she was a student, often meeting him at Larry's Lagoon to study but usually distracting him into other activities. One afternoon, she introduced him to an old friend, Jimmy Stefano. "Can you help him out around campus? You're in the same major."
Something about Jimmy Stefano rubbed Conrad the wrong way, but he assumed it was jealousy. Despite this, he would already do anything for Ximena and agreed to take Jimmy under his wing.
He called his father to say he planned to stay at school for Spring Break. "Sorry, I know I said I'd come home to see you."
Stephen Gordon laughed him off, but masked slight disappointment. He had no idea whether his son was flourishing or floundering at college, unsure how he'd been coping so far from home. "Don't worry, son. I'm just glad you sound happy. You're making me and your mother proud."
He skipped classes to spend time with Ximena, but made no mention of this to his father, of course. He spent time with Rafa when Ximena said she had late-night classes, taking him to the park to play pirate captain versus sea monster, and talking endlessly with him about video games.
Rafa wanted to become a pirate captain in Sulani or a game tester in San Myshuno. He had almost no memory of life in Selva before his sister left, but he knew it was "the bad place." He liked spending time with Conrad because he said his sister was too strict. "She just loves you," Conrad assured him. "Parents have to set rules, and she can't just be your sister. She has to care for you like a parent, too."
He realized then how important it was to be a model for Rafa, who needed guidance as much as anyone his age. Conrad had always had his father, but who did Rafa have besides Ximena?
Conrad discovered how she paid for an entire house for her and her brother by accident, stumbling on an argument between her and Jimmy Stefano near the campus fountain. "The deal was thirty pounds for three grand."
"They said if I didn't have five grand they'd only give me fifteen. They had guns, Ximena."
"They all have guns! Knives, too. Get your own and figure out how to use it. Watcher, please, don't screw this deal up for me, Jimmy."
"Who has guns?"
"The cartel," said Jimmy, so nonchalant, yet it still hit Conrad like a missile. His stomach turned as he read Ximena's expression. Every lie she'd told him unravelled with a look.
"Are you really a student here, Ximena?"
"No. They're my customers."
He'd had his suspicions, but he'd always told himself he was wrong. Ximena was supposed to be perfect. Hoping against hope, he still tried to play the fool. "What do you mean?"
She dragged him back home to tell him the truth - how she'd bargained with the cartel to escape a life of servitude to the men who ran product all over Simlandia. She refused to serve them, but her way out was to join them instead.
Conrad was angry, but he couldn't stay mad at her for long. As they lay in bed that night, she asked, "Are you going to break up with me because of what I do?"
"Not a chance. I love you."
"I love you, too." She smiled, resting her head on his chest as he ran a hand through her newly blonde hair. "You look nice without glasses, Conrad."
"You already gave me a haircut, Xime. You don't like glasses?"
"Conrad, you're very sexy. But you hide it and it's silly."
"If you're going to give me a makeover, what should I get you?"
"Are you asking me?"
"Ximena, I want to give you everything you could ever want."
She blushed. "I want you, Conrad. But since I already have you, maybe...jewelry? Like a ring."
"You don't wear any rings."
"Because none are special enough, Conrad."
He smiled. "Alright, that's one idea. But say I wanted to surprise you, what else did you want?"
"You could join me running product for the cartel. Our lives would be made, and we'd always be together."
"I don't want to run product for the cartel, Ximena. But I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be there for you. Rafa, too."
"Right, but what if I go? Rafa loves you, Conrad, almost as much as me. But what if the cartel moved me somewhere else? Would you come with me? Maybe you could be, like, my security. No running, just keeping me safe. Always with me and Rafa."
He'd do anything to protect her, but he didn't answer her that day, refocusing on his studies until he returned to San Myshuno at the end of the semester.
He'd missed his father more than he expected, and they went for walks in warm sunshine by the Spice Market. They talked about school, and Conrad talked about Ximena - leaving out details of her career and focusing instead on her relationship with her brother. Conrad rarely asked his father about work, but Stephen hinted he was inching closer to retirement. "Chester's daughter Nancy is ready to take over the company, but Chester's not quite ready to retire. I think she's plotting a coup, but you didn't hear that from me."
"What happens to you if she pushes out her own father?"
"Hopefully, a retirement package. Chester may not be ready, but I think I am."
On one of their walks, they passed a jewelry store, and Conrad made a beeline for the ring counter. A confident salesman smiled as the Gordon men walked inside. "Welcome. What are we shopping for today?"
"I'm just looking," Conrad said. "What rings do you have?"
The salesman beamed. "Are we thinking of an engagement?"
Stephen eyed his son carefully, but Conrad shook his head. "Not right now. Just like, for an accessory."
"I don't know, son. A ring says you're ready for forever."
Conrad took his father's words to heart, considering what forever with Ximena might look like. He wanted to be with her, but he wasn't ready for a ring. He left that day with a nice bracelet for her, instead.
"Even leaving with a bracelet as nice as that one...she must mean something. I'd love to meet her."
Conrad nodded. "She might be able to visit this summer, if she's not too busy with work," he said.
Stephen smiled and the Gordon men continued their walk, strengthening the bond nearly severed by grief before Conrad returned to Britechester for another semester. ->
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NOT FUN FACT: Conrad got crab lice from Ximena when they slept together for the first time, which is gross but also fitting I guess. And yet I didn't make it canon because it didn't quite fit the vibe. Plus, he wasn't supposed to find out that early on that Ximena was problematic.
WCIF Poses Used? Various from packs Old Souls Love Differently by @simmireen (when Ximena is blonde), Our First Time by @eclypt0sims (redhead), The Kiss by @simmerberlin (black hair) and Nights Like These by @sakurasims-world (also redhead).
WCIF Jewelry Store? Jewelry Store by Guinifere on the Sims 4 Gallery. Very elegant interior and comes with crafting tables, a vault, charging stations - very nice lot! Needs dressing up with completed jewelry on the counters and in displays to look really spectacular (and I of course went the lazy route), but I wouldn't if I was playing a retail career, and this is a great lot for someone who wants to be a jeweler!
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Sorry if this is out of character before hand đ
Anyways!! How do you think Kai would react if he found out !user was pregnant? I know you have one like this already (I think?) but what if they found out it was a girl and not a boy?
Personally I think heâd be pretty pissed that !user wasnât good enough to conceive a boy or that !user obviously did something wrong. But thatâs just međ¤ˇââď¸
I want to know how you think Kai would react. Sorry if itâs a weird request or if youâve already done something like this before.
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ahhh youâre too kind !! so hereâs my take..
kai stands there, arms crossed, expression tense. heâs not furious, but thereâs a definite air of disappointment. you can almost feel the energy shift in the room as he stares at the ultrasound screen, jaw clenching. âa girl, huh?â he lets out a slow exhale, rubbing the back of his neck before turning to you with a disgruntled look. âfigures.â you blink, unsure of how to respond. ââŚwhatâs that supposed to mean?â he just shakes his head, sighing as if the universe has somehow conspired against him. âi guess weâll have to work with what weâve got,â he says eventually, glancing at you with a half-hearted smirk. âsheâll have to be as tough as any boy.â
at first, thereâs a brief moment of frustration. he has always envisioned raising a sonâsomeone who could follow in his footsteps, take up the mantle, and carry on his ideology with pride. to kai, sons represented strength, power, and legacy. his first instinct is to feel a bit slighted, almost as if the universe had conspired against him.
he doesnât voice this frustration aloud, thoughâheâs too self-aware for that. plus heâs not that big of an asshole. instead, he quietly sulks for a while, retreating into his thoughts. this was supposed to be a moment of triumph for him, but thereâs no denying that a daughter was never part of the plan.
however, his disappointment quickly turns to a different kind of interest. if thereâs one thing kai thrives on, itâs the need to control. and a daughter? well, she would be something entirely different to mold, even if he hadnât prepared for it. he might have initially imagined her as a liability, but the idea of raising a daughter with the same rigor as he would a son starts to grow on him.
he will insist on the name being gender-neutral or strong with masculine undertonesâno feminine names like âlilyâ or âgraceâ here. if anything, he might give her a name like âphoenix,â âavery,â âbillieâ or âtaylorâ.
when kai first holds his daughter, itâs a totally unexpected reaction. heâs spent so much time convincing himself that this wasnât what he wanted, that a son was the only option. but when sheâs placed in his arms, tiny and fragile, all of those thoughts blur into nothing.
he looks down at her, and despite himself, thereâs a tightening in his chest. he hadnât expected to fall in love so quickly with this new life youâve created together. itâs not like the way he loves his vision, his plans, or even his movement. itâs the first time in a long time he lets himself feel anything that isnât centered on you or his own ambition.
he makes it clear that he will raise her to be tough. thereâs no coddling in kaiâs book. heâll insist on teaching her discipline, perseverance, and how to manipulate situations in her favour, just as he would a son. sheâll learn to never show weakness, to never bow down.
kai would never ever admit it, but deep down, heâs fiercely protective of herâhe will never let her be anyoneâs victim. heâll raise her to be a fighter.
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In Love and War (9)
Summary: The completion of the wards falls on an anniversary Warlord!Rhys can't forget.
Content Warnings: Mentions of Death/Infant Loss; Depression; Mentions of Drinking.
Author's Note: Brought the story back just to fill it with angst, I'm so sorry!
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Rhys is gone by morning, his side of the mat cold. My head feels like itâs full of cotton; mouth full of sand. My bones ache, most of all my hands, itâs an effort to stretch out my fingers without feeling like my skin might tear right off the bone.
At least I havenât covered the tent in vines while I slept.
Thereâs a waterskin and some rations left beside the mat for me, after a couple minutes of trying to rub the stiffness from my fingers, I sit up and scarf it down like I havenât seen a meal in a week. My stomach certainly rumbles like it. I wonder if an increased appetite is a side effect of expelling so much power?
Once Iâm finished, I slip back into my armor, wincing at the smell that clings to the leather. I need a shower, desperately! Weâre supposed to be meeting up with Cassianâs group today, hopefully that means weâll return to the valley soon and I can find some place to get clean.Â
By the time Iâve finished with the laces, Azrielâs poking his head in the tent and giving me a five minute warning before camp starts to move. He doesnât offer up any answers as to where Rhys is before disappearing again.
Hoping the minatiny of this familiar task will help lessen the tension in my muscles, I make quick work of tearing down the tent and getting it all rolled up to leave. My head still feels terribly foggy, but I suppose I could still feel like I was going to tear out of my skin, so Iâll take it as a win.Â
Azriel helps me get the supplies mounted onto Rhysâs horse, but the warlord still doesnât show himself until right before we leave. He wears his cowl again, the stars covering his eyes, the heavy fabric shielding his wings from the cold mountain air. His gloved hands grab my hips and lift me into the saddle and he swings silently into his seat behind me without so much as a hello.Â
I try to not let the silence get to me, but worry worms its way into my chest the longer we go without speaking. Had I done something wrong yesterday? Was he irritated with how slow my progress has been? He seemed pleased last night, had I misinterpreted it?
His powers seem⌠dull today. The starlight not so bright, his shadows sluggish as he stitches the wards back together. His body is heavy against my back, like heâs having a hard time holding himself upright.
âAre you ok?â It takes a couple hours for me to work up the courage to ask.
He nuzzles his cowl covered head against my neck. âIâm all right.â
âYouâre quiet today,â I say gently.
âJust a little tired,â he assures.
âDid you not sleep?â I was so exhausted last night I hadnât been aware enough to see if heâd fallen asleep with me. Heâd been so exhausted when weâd made it back to camp Iâd just assumed he was out as fast as I was.
âIâll sleep when this is done,â he replies.
My chest aches at the thought of him being up all night, tying these wards back together after spending all day babysitting me and my errant powers. âYou need to rest too.â
He kisses my temple, his lips like ice against my skin. âIâll be alright.â
A few more minutes of silence stretch out between us, the only sound the horseâs hooves against the rocks and boisterous conversations of the men behind us. Theyâre in good spirits today, making bets on whether or not we beat Cassian around the mountain. Rhys makes no attempt to join the conversation, his focus still on the wards.
I see no sight of the other group ahead of us, just lots and lots of mountain, and some dark clouds ahead of us. We might meet Cassian as the storm arrives to meet us. I shiver at the thought of what might have happened to me if I was still out alone in that kind of weather. Itâs almost cold enough to snow, if I had still been looking for game in that poor excuse for clothes, no real shelter to be had, Iâd be dead. It still hits me like a slap to think that Tam left me out here, knowing I could die, knowing I wasnât prepared to make it on my own.
âHow do you feel today?â Itâs not the first time I wonder if he can hear my thoughts somehow. He always seems to know when they turn to Tamlin.
âMy head feels like itâs full of cotton,â I say truthfully. âBut it is better than yesterday.â
He twists to find the waterskin and passes it to me. âIt might feel like that for a while.â
I subconsciously bring my fingers up to rub my temples. âSuppose itâs better than clawing at my skin all day.â
âIt will help if you keep practicing,â he assures. âThe more you get comfortable with it, the less energy you will have to put in expelling it. It will come out naturally and it will hurt less.â
I think the bones in my fingers might snap in half if I keep trying to summon claws after yesterday.Â
He stops warding long enough to cup my hands together in my lap. âJust practice making those flowers, like last night. No shapeshifting on Midnight, he doesnât like having fangs near his neck.â
âYour horseâs name is Midnight?â I canât help the laugh that slips out of me. Death Incarnate rides a horse that sounds like it got its name from a child! Itâs so very un-Warlord like of him that I canât help but smile.
âHe was born at Midnight, so his name is Midnight,â Rhys counters and Midnight huffs in what sounds like agreement.
âOh of course, I was just expecting something⌠more intimidating, I guess.â
Midnight shakes his mane in a way that looks to me like Iâve insulted him and I run an apologetic hand over his silk smooth neck.Â
âItâs intimidating,â Rhys insists.
âItâs cute,â I amend.
He huffs as he leans his chin down against my shoulder, hand leaving mine to resume his stitching. âI was ten, it sounded cool to a ten year old.â
I try to picture a scruffy haired ten year old Rhys, but come up empty. âEven cuter!â
âHush, youâll ruin my reputation,â he warns, nipping playfully at the juncture of my throat and shoulder.Â
âYour reputation is safe with me,â I swear.
He chuckles at that, but as my focus shifts to practicing like he suggested, he once again slips back into silence. His shadows drift lazily over my arms and wrists as I practice, as if watching my progress. Sometimes they brush soothingly over my shaking wrists, or rub circles into my palms when the tension becomes too much, but Rhys says nothing for hours.
The storm on the horizon continues to drift closer, the temperature dropping the further into the mountains we go. When I start to shiver, he draws his cloak around the two of us, and tucks himself a little tighter around me to share the blissful warmth of his body heat, but even then he says nothing.Â
Worry once again worms its way into my chest. Is he hurt? Did I do something wrong yesterday? Did he somehow figure out what Iâd done?
I worry my lower lip between my teeth to avoid him seeing me wringing my hands the longer this drags on. We donât stop for lunch, only for a brief period to let the horses drink from a small stream, and not even long enough for us to dismount and stretch our legs. Itâs a quick drink and then weâre right back to it. The men seem pleased with this, the less stops mean the sooner we reach the rendezvous point and beat Cassian. If any of them think something is amiss with Rhys, they donât voice it.
It comes to a point that I try to catch Azrielâs eye to see if the other male notices anything off with his warlord, but Rhys keeps us steadily ahead of the others, leading the way into the coming storm.Â
The wind beats relentlessly at us now, I have to shield my eyes by tucking my head inside Rhyâs cloak. Still, Rhys doesnât slow, even if I hear the heavy rasp of his breathing beneath his chestplate the harder he pushes.Â
By nightfall, lightning streaks across the sky in angry slashes, thunder echoing off the mountain tops. I can smell the rain on the wind, though trouble finds us first when a lightning strike hits the side of the mountain and a rush of boulders and debris come raining down on our heads.Â
Rhysâs magic flares in a protective shield above our heads, sheltering us from the worst of it, and once heâs sure everyone is unscathed, he presses on.Â
Still, none of the men protest. Not even when the rain finally comes. It beats down on us like thousands of icy needles, pelting relentlessly against every bit of exposed skin it can find. Rhysâ cloak protects us from the worst of it, but even for all its magic properties, it canât keep the rain from sliding down into our boots.Â
I try not to complain. Iâve been through worse. But my teeth are chattering and Iâve done my best to curl up into his chest to try and preserve any bit of body heat I might have left. âRhys, are we going to stop soon?â
Iâm not sure at first that he can hear me over the rain, but his body shifts, an arm wrapping around my waist and then Midnight is moving faster, uphill. A few minutes later, the rain stops. Well, not stops, I can still hear it, but it no longer beats against us.Â
He slides off the horse and I hear the wet thwack of his boots against stone before he hauls me down onto the ground next to him. I donât know how heâs not shivering, heâs as soaked as I am.
âIâm sorry,â he murmurs, pressing a damp kiss to my forehead. âI wasnât paying attention.â
Weâre in a large cave carved into the mountain. Itâs cold and damp and so dark I can barely see, but itâs not raining on us any longer so Iâll take it. The rest of the men file in behind us, proving the size is bigger than I can make out in the dark.Â
âAz, get a fire going,â Rhys orders.Â
âThis the spot weâre meeting the others?â One of the men asks.
âItâs up the ridge,â Rhys returns as he pulls off his gloves and shoves them in his pocket so he can help rub some warmth back into my fingers. âIâll finish it in a moment.â
He brings my hands up to his lips and as Azriel gets a fire going with some debris littering the cave, I get the first real look of him all day. âIâm sorry, Darling,â his eyes are rimmed with dark circles and bloodshot, face pale. âIâm sorry.â He keeps repeating it even as he kisses my knuckles, more like heâs talking to himself than me and my chest cracks open a little more.
âItâs ok,â my teeth are still chattering.Â
Some of the men find the wood theyâve kept wrapped and dry and get the fire growing, but Rhys pulls me farther into the dark, deft fingers unlacing my chestpiece, the leather sticking to my damp skin.Â
âIâm sorry,â he whispers again and even though heâs still brushing his lips against my forehead while he works, I donât feel like heâs seeing me at all. Heâs far, far away from me, body moving on instinct and I reach out to touch his face.
âHey, Iâm ok,â I promise.
But he wonât stop moving, not until heâs completely stripped me of all my wet clothes and found something dry to slip me into in his pack. Theyâre all way too big for me, but they're dry and I canât make any complaints about it.Â
âWas distracted,â he mutters to himself, hands pulling my damp hair off my neck and into a swift braid. âIâm so sorry.â
âIâm ok, Rhys,â I assure. Some warmth already returning to my stiff limbs.
He still doesnât hear me as he leads me back over to where a roaring fire now blooms in the heart of the cave. A few of the men stand around it, warming their hands, but the rest remain dutifully near their horses, waiting.Â
Rhys throws a blanket around my shoulders as he helps me sit like Iâm incapable of doing it on my own. At least all the supplies had been covered in waterproofing before we set out. Nothing has been ruined. Anything too soaked to be of use gets left draped over some rocks near the fire to dry out.
âBetter?â His own wet clothes make a puddle around him as he kneels next to me, making sure Iâm fully wrapped up in the blanket.Â
âBetter,â I confirm, and I mean it, the heat is delicious, warming the rock beneath us so that the chill is no longer seeping through my clothes.Â
He leans in to kiss me gently on the lips, like Iâm made of glass or something. âIâm sorry.â
I try to reach for his hand to assure him that I am fine, but he pulls away before I can.Â
âStay with her while I finish the wards,â he orders Azriel.
I drag my attention away from Rhys to look at the other Illyrian. The orange glow of the fire of the sharp planes of his face make him look like a primordial god.Â
âYou shouldnât go alone,â Azriel returns, muscular arms crossed firmly over his chest.
Rhys huffs as he strides past him, âStay. With. Her.â Then heâs back on his horse and riding back into the rain before anyone else can try and stop him.Â
Azriel sends some of the men out with him before settling down next to me on the floor.
I donât know Azriel well enough to start up a conversation, at least, rationally I know that. That doesnât stop me from trying anyway. âIs he ok?â
Azriel throws his wet boots to the floor to dry out with a sigh. âTodayâs a bad day.â His wings flair out behind him, shaking out water droplets that make the fire hiss and sputter.
I glance at the remaining men, who make themselves comfortable and busy doing anything other than sit near the two of us. âWhatâs today?âÂ
Hazel eyes flick briefly to me, and I get the distinct impression heâs sizing me up, before he goes back to starring in the fire. âFeyreâŚâ
Shit.
âShe died five years ago today.â
I glance back towards the mouth of the cave, out into the rain, even though I canât see him out there in the dark.Â
âSheâŚâ Azriel throws another log into the fire with the energy of someone who just needs to be doing something with his hands. âShe was pregnant. A boy. Theyâd just found out the gender.â
I donât know what to say. The beast that lives caged beneath my skin howls and rages against my bones, like it might break free and rip through the pain I feel shred my soul at the realization of how deeply Amarantha had hurt him. My claws tear easily through my nail beds.
âHe always gets like this on the anniversary,â Azriel continues. âUsually does some reckless shit and drinks himself half to death.â He too glances out the mouth of the cave. âGive him some space tonight, ok?â
I nod, not trusting my voice to speak.Â
âHeâll need you in the morning. Itâs usually worse the day after, when he wakes up and realizesâŚâ he trails off.
âWhen he realizes sheâs not coming back,â tears prick the corners of my eyes. How many mornings had I awoken, still anxious that my mother had wandered off while I slept, only to remember she was gone?
âYeah.â
âWill you check on him, in a bit?â I tuck my head against my knees.Â
âNo,â Azriel replies. âIf I leave you alone tonightâŚâ he lets the words hang there, but I get the point. The look in Rhysâ eyes earlier was clear enough. If he thought for even a second that I was in danger tonight, after what heâd already lost, he might just tear the whole world apart.
I pull the blanket tighter around myself and lean back against a boulder, trying to get comfortable. Iâll just have to wait up for him then. He has to come back eventually, right? Heâs not so distracted by the date that heâd stay up in the rain all night, would he?
Azriel brings some food out for me a little while later, and some of the men start playing card games to pass the time. We donât speak any more after that though, the silence only broken by the pounding of the rain against the mouth of the cave. I barely have the stomach to eat anything, I just keep staring at the entrance, waiting.
Today isnât the day to ask him why he chose me. Tomorrow wonât be either. Thatâs ok. For whatever reason, it doesnât feel like it matters right now. He needs me. Iâll be here. Whatever the reason fate brought us together, whatever either of us intended to do, tonight itâs irrelevant. Tonight I donât want to think about all the trouble behind me. I just want to be here for him, like he has been for me.Â
The hours start to tick by. Some of the men unfurl their sleep mats around the fire and drift off. Azriel sits dutifully beside me, spinning his dagger in his hands, only getting up every now and then to feed the fire. Rhys still doesnât return.Â
My fingers drift absently to my chest, to that spot where I sometimes feel that thing that ties me to Rhys. I donât know that itâs really a bond, it seems cruel that the Mother would tie me to him when he deserves someone better than me, but tonight I hope that it is something. I push on it, hoping that thereâs another end where he can feel me. An end that tells him Iâm here if he needs me, if he wants me. I canât replace her. Or what heâs lost. I wonât even begin to try, but if he wants me, I will be here, waiting.
âYou should get some sleep,â Azriel says after a while.
I shift my position to be a little closer to the fire. âNo.â I donât need to explain myself, so I wonât try.
An hour past midnight, horses come into view through the downpour. As I sit up, hopeful that heâs finally back, Cassian dismounts from a horse covered in mud. Mor follows, barely conscious, her rain slicked hair plastered to her face. She yawns as she stumbles over to the fire, and strips right there in front of everyone, her wet clothes hitting the floor with a thwack.Â
I donât miss the way Azriel quickly looks away from her.Â
Cassian only chuckles as he throws a fresh pair of clothes at her.Â
Once sheâs changed and holding her own blanket, she settles down next to me with a grin. âGuess you guys win this time around!â
âYeah,â the words come out of me absently, my gaze still fixed over her shoulder, trying to see past Cassian and the rest of his men as they file in.Â
Azriel stands to help them light a second fire, further blocking my view.Â
âHe was right behind us,â Mor assures, following my gaze.Â
I find myself biting my lower lip again as my gaze jumps from one male to the next. Where is he? He should be back by now! But none of the faces that slowly come into view as Azriel gets the fire going is the one I want to see.Â
My lip is bleeding from how much Iâve been biting on it tonight; I move to start biting at my nail instead. He shouldnât be out there this long! Azriel says he gets reckless, did he do something stupid? What if heâs hurt?
Mor reaches out to grab my wrist and only then do I realize how deeply Iâve been digging my knuckles into the knot thatâs been steadily forming in my chest. Her eyes are gentle as she pulls my hand away. âWe werenât followed, heâs fine.â
The beast beneath my skin snaps and growls. Heâs not fine! Heâs alone out there in the cold and rain, in pain and I canât shake the feeling that he needs me⌠but I donât know what Iâm supposed to do about it.
âHe shouldnât be alone.â
She glances over to Azriel and Cassian before looking back to me. âTrust me, he wants to be. Just give him space.â
The minutes drag on for eternity. Mor lays down next to me and drifts off almost immediately. Iâm so restless Iâm about to start pacing. I might have actually gotten up and done it if Azrielâs disapproving gaze didnât land on me the moment I tried to stand back up. Bastard!
Itâs probably no time at all before Midnight finally comes riding through the rain into the mouth of the cave, but it feels like eternity, as if Iâd been holding my breath the whole night. The knot in my chest loosens as Rhys jumps out of the saddle and finds some scraps of cloth to dry the horse off with.Â
His cloak is still drying across the fire, his clothes now sopping wet. Every move he makes leaves a puddle behind him. The strands of his dark hair have slipped free from the knot heâd tied them in, the long locks now clinging to his face. It takes everything in me not to get up and push them out of his way for him.Â
He strips down to his boxers quickly, tossing his ruined clothes somewhere behind him carelessly. The glow of the fire makes the circles under his eyes darker as he snags a wineskin from one of the men.Â
I watch as Cassian tries to make a joke, but Rhys just huffs at him as he pushes his hair out of his face and takes a long drink from the skin.Â
Iâve waited all this time to make sure heâs ok, but now that heâs back I donât know what to do. Azriel told me to stay away tonight, and by the looks of it, heâs following his own advice as he finally retrieves his mat and lays down near the entrance of the cave. Cassian hovers for a few minutes, trying to make conversation, but Rhys just keeps drinking and ignoring him, his gaze lost in the flames. Eventually he gives up and gets his own mat ready for bed.Â
I wait, watching as Rhys finally sits down in front of the other fire, the light glistening off his damp skin. The shadows trace his tattoos like I often find myself wishing to do with my fingers. I donât know what to do. I donât know how Iâm supposed to make this better for him. But when my world fell apart, heâd come and held me, so maybe he needs that too?
I swallow the lump in my throat as I finally stand, dragging the blanket with me.Â
For once, Rhys doesnât seem to notice me, eyes still locked in the flames as he brings the skin to his lips and drinks again and again and again.Â
I should be afraid of him. All the males in my life were violent drunks. The scars on my side are a testament to that. Rhys is stronger than all of them, and I have no idea what heâs like drunk. But I only feel trepidation because I donât want to make his pain worse, not because I think heâll hurt me. I donât think heâs capable of that.
I take the blanket off my shoulders and drape it around his, careful of where his damp wings drape across the floor. Only then does he glance up at me, his eyes glassy. Wordlessly, his hand brushes over mine, barely holding on, just enough to give me a little tug, asking me to sit. For a moment, I just sit next to him under the shared blanket, but his skin is so cold! Heâs not shaking only because heâs had enough to drink to keep him from noticing.
Damn me, and the stupid thing that lives in my chest that feels like itâs breaking from my inability to fix this. Iâd thought what I was feeling might be pity at first, but now⌠now I canât help but think I manifested this somehow, when I asked him all those days ago if he would show me how to be a good mate.Â
I had spent most of my life wishing this kind of pain on him. Iâve gotten what I wanted and I hate every bit of it. This isnât what I want at all!
Slowly, unsure of myself, I twist so I can wrap my arms around his waist. At the very least, my body heat might keep him warm. He stills under my grip, body rigid. Maybe this was the wrong move, maybe Azriel was right and I should have stayed away.
âWhat are you doing, mate?â He whispers in my ear, voice slurring.
I tuck my head against his bare chest. âWant to hold you.â
âWhy?â His hands shake as they trail down my spine.Â
âYouâre sad.â Thatâs an understatement, but I donât know how else to put it. âIâm not very good at this comforting thing, you know? But youâve held me when Iâve been sad so I thought, maybe, you would want that too.â
He goes quiet for a bit and I think maybe Iâve lost him to the horrors that plague his mind again, but then he tosses the wineskin to the floor and rolls us both onto our sides on the rough stone ground. The stone is uncomfortable without a mat, but he shifts so his arm is beneath my head, and glides my leg up over his hip so weâre chest to chest. Iâm not sure how warm heâll be with the fire at my back, but I hope my body heat will transfer to him well enough.Â
âYou didnât have to stay up for me,â he says.
I gently trace my fingers over the swirls of ink on his chest. âI know, but I wanted to. I didnât want you to be alone.â
He nuzzles his face against mine. âWill you stay with me?â
âFor as long as you need,â I assure.
His wing comes up to cover us, but he doesnât close his eyes, fingers drawing lazy shapes against my back.Â
âYou should sleep,â I try but he shakes his head.
âNot tonight.â
I wonder if he sees what heâs lost as clearly as I do in my dreams, but it feels like a bad time to ask. No need to further dredge up those awful memories.Â
âYou said you used to tell your mother stories,â he says, the firelight dancing over his face. âWill you tell me one?â
It is an easy rhythm to fall into, as easy as breathing. The words spill out of me, the tale weaving itself along with the tempo of the crackling wood and the pouring rain around us. I tell story after story about the nymphs and the dryads, in a world long before Hybern and Amarantha, long before war tore our people apart. I talk until the fire starts to die, and the rain becomes a dull thud against the rocks outside; until the words become as heavy as my eyes. He never says anything during my tales, but he never closes his eyes either, hands still wandering absently up my back. The gesture more soothing than he realizes, I donât think anyone had ever held me like this. My eyes droop despite my best efforts, words starting to slur.
âYou should sleep,â he says.
âDonât want to leave you alone,â I confess, but my eyes are so, so heavy. The strain of the last few days still weighs on me.Â
My vision is blurry, sleep pulling on the edge of my consciousness, so it has to be a trick of the light that I see tears in his violet eyes.
He buries his head in the crook of my neck, breath stuttering out of him, and I realize that itâs no trick. Not when I can feel the damp stain across my sleeve. He muffles a sob in my shirt, the dull thundering of the rain enough to cover the rest. My fingers move instinctively into his hair, brushing through the tangled strands., my senses once again alert and awake.
The knot in my chest aches so deeply I think it might keep me awake for days.
âI wasnât fast enough,â he whimpers.Â
Gods, how many times had I whispered that very thing into the dark, rocking myself to sleep, trying to soothe myself with all the possible ways I could have saved my parents, even when I knew it was futile?Â
âThere was nothing you could have done.â Thatâs what youâre supposed to say, right? It sounds right. Sounds like what I wanted someone to tell me when I spiraled down into the depths of my depression.Â
âIt should have been me,â he sobs.
I draw him tighter against me. If I had any way to draw that pain out of his chest and take it into my own I would. Iâd do anything, offer any distraction, sacrifice any plan, to take that burden off my mate.
The world feels like it zeroes in to that one, particular point.
My mate.
Of all the godsdamned times for it to click into place, for him to be right, it had to be here, in this damp cave when I have no idea how to make any of this better. Iâm out of my element, in more ways than one.
âYouâŚâ Iâm having a hard time breathing around the knot in my chest--no, the tether in my chest, all jumbled and tangled by all the fucked up stuff between us, but a tether none the less. âYou canât think like that.â
âYou donât understand-â he growls into my throat, but I cut him off, âYes, I do. I do understand what it feels like to have the people you love ripped from you.â
His body stills under my hands again.
âI understand the emptiness, the loneliness, how⌠dark and cold and fucking brutal the aftermath is because there is suddenly no one there to tell you that itâs not your fault. Thereâs no one to assure you that they would want you to live and not carry the weight of it on your shoulders every godsdamned day.â
He slowly tilts his head back to look at me, his face tear streaked. I move my hand out of his hair to brush some of it off his cheek. âNo one can replace what you lost.â
Slowly, he leans his head into my touch. âAnd Iâm so sorry that youâve lost so much.â
Itâs unfair that one person should have to lose so many of the people that he loves; looking at him, I canât believe how close I was to bringing even more pain into his life. If I had succeeded⌠gods I would have been worse than my father!
âBut I have to believe that you are still here for a reason.â He should get to have a life! Whatever that costs me, heâs more than earned it. âEven if you havenât found that reason yet.â
Rhys leans back down against my shoulder with a sigh that makes his wings shake. âItâs so heavy,â he whispers.
My hands go back to his hair, working through the knots the rain has created. âShow me how to help you carry it?â
His wing comes back over me again, his weight now fully on me. Somehow, it feels like that helps the tether linking us together settle. The ache⌠soothed, just a bit. I drift my hands from his hair down his back, careful to avoid his wings, soothing over hard muscle, until his breathing stops feeling so shaky.Â
âDistract me,â he whispers.
âWhatever you need, Rhys, Iâm here,â and I mean it.
âTell me another story?â
âAs many as you like,â I promise. Itâs the least I can do, for my mate. I shove all the fear and uncertainty the word brings to mind into a quaint little box in the back of my mind; bury it under layers of emotional damage Iâve never dealt with and refuse to let my thoughts run away with me. I will figure it out tomorrow. I will find a way to make sure I donât become another scar on his heart. He canât ever know what I planned to do⌠it would ruin him.
And I wouldnât survive it.
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Guided Horse Riding (Mycroft Holmes X Fem!Reader)
Characters: Mycroft Holmes
Universe: Sherlock
Warnings: Mention of murder, stabbings, horses
Request: hello dear can i get mycroft/fem reader? reader has a horse and force mycroft into him we want to see a scared the british governmentđ [name is mira and a horse with white yellow mane]
Notes: (Uh.... happy early holidays, I'm not dead? Sorry for being gone for so long I genuinely feel so awful for being gone for so long plz forgive me ok thanks bye)
Mycroft had wondered what had led him to the very situation he was in right at this very moment, and he had mentally been piecing it together in his head, till he reached the first domino that started this all.Â
The first domino- no surprises here- was Sherlock, who had realised that there had been a pattern in some recent stabbings, with them all happening in public, packed places, and the more people, the more victims- the first was on the underground, the second was at the opening of an art gallery, and then a charity marathon. Sherlock had deduced that the next attack would almost certainly be at the parade happening, and he slapped together a rough description for what to look out for, and dragged Mycroft along to get him access to more secure areas- which included the stables that held the horses meant to be taking part in the parade, and that had been where he had met you.Â
You had been there checking in on your horse- Mira, to make sure she was comfortable, calm and ready for such an event, though you knew it was more like you with the nerves than her, this being the first time either of you had took part in an event like this. So when you had the Holmes brother approach you, asking who you were and what you were doing back here, before asking if youâd seen anyone around you didnât recognise, you were understandably alarmed. One was dressed mostly like any other bystander (who therefor shouldnât be back there) and the other was dressed formally and seemed to be softening and adding politeness and context that the other, more brash man was missing. You quickly realised that Sherlock was acting mostly that way because he was in a rush, and that something bad was going to happen if he didnât get answers in time, and luckily, you had remembered a previous interaction with a man just earlier in the day- one that had rubbed you the wrong way with how he spoke, and you pointed them in his direction. Sherlock immediately sped walked away, while Mycoft took the time to shake your hand, thank you for your cooperation, and wish you luck in the parade.Â
The parade itself went off without a hitch- at least from your perspective it did. Mira was an angel, behaved and also let children pet her and families take pictures with her. The only thing you noticed that was a little off, was that there was a lot more police there than you predicted, and they all seemed bunched up in one area, but you just assumed it was a safety precaution, and since nothing bad happened, you presumed it was all good. You didnât find out exactly what had happened until you were packing up for the day, walking your horse over to her trailer, and Mycroft spotted you, and came over to speak to you.Â
That was the second domino. After giving you the rundown, explaining how you had basically stopped a mass stabbing thanks to you pointing the man out earlier the day, and after explaining who exactly Sherlock was, and who he was, you got to ask your own question, which began a conversation that resulted in you sharing your phone numbers to pick it up over coffee- the third domino.
Countless other dominos had been set up and knocked down since then- dates, kisses, admissions of love, and it all- somehow- led Mycroft to where he was now, watching you set Mira up for him, so he could ride her for the first time as you reassured him she was a nice, gentle horse, which he knew, but that didnât help his nerves. Â
âYou ready?â You ask, patting the neck of the horse after setting up the stool beside her, turning to look at Mycroft
âNot really.â Mycroft responded, sounding far from confident, but despite that, he still took your hand and let you guide him onto the stool, and position his foot into the stirrup.
âAlright, hold the reins, and swing your leg over, Iâll make sure you donât fall.â You explained to him, and after a moment of hesitation, Mycroft took a deep breath, and did as you ordered, and you kept your promise and helped him onto the saddle. Mira kept perfectly still as Mycroft got settled, and sat stiffly. âSee, that wasnât so bad.â You commented, chuckling as Mycroft only managed a small, unconvinced noise of agreement.Â
âDoes this mean I can get off now?â Mycroft asked, glancing at you at the corner of his eye.
âWell you can⌠do you want to try and get off, or get comfortable first?â You asked. Mycroft, upon realising that heâd have to get off the horse, which meant him mostly going backwards, and guessing his own footwork of a horse with little help that you could provide, Mycroft froze for a moment, before sighing.Â
âFine. Iâll get a little comfortable first.â Mycroft gave in, and you grinned at him, before taking a hold of Miraâs reigns.Â
âWeâll just walk on the outskirts in a circle at a slow pace.â You explained, before making Mira slowly start moving, trotting along beside you. You did a full lap of the small field you were in before looking back up at Mycroft, whoâs shoulders werenât as stiff anymore, and he didnât look constipated anymore. âYouâre doing great, honey.â You told him, his eyes coming and look at you, and he managed a small smile.Â
âYes, itâs⌠not as bad as I thought it would be.â Mycoft admitted. You chuckle a little, gently patching the side of Miraâs neck.Â
âYou can thank Mira for the positive experience. I knew sheâd be able to handle a nervous rider. Itâs also why sheâs great with kids. Iâm just glad you trusted me enough to let me put you on her.â You commented, looking up at him. Mycroft looked back at you, a small smile appearing on his lips.Â
âOf course I trust you. I love you.â He responded, his voice warm, which caused you to smile.
âWell since I love you too, how about after this lap Iâll get you off Mira so we can go inside and relax for the rest of the afternoon?â You suggest. Mycroft takes a moment to consider your words, before looking down at the horse, and pauses for a moment.Â
â...I think I can handle a few more laps.â
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"Y-yeah..." Russell said, "Twins... they, they were the ones driving... they, they were all using code-code names... the, the gadget user. Shit, what, what was it? It, it, it, it was some kind of tool. I, I think. Began with, with an R, or, or maybe a W..."
Russell shook his head.
"Hopefully those, those will come back..."
"I will find a way to allow to get close without harm," Leofric said, "And I'm sure you will remember sooner rather than later."
Russell nodded.
"N-nope. He, he didn't. Seemed oddly interested in, in my chest though... said, said something had, had attacked me, asked who, who might have done it," Russell said, "I, I had no clue what he, what he was talking about. He, he mistook me, me for something too. A a mat-something... not that what he was doing would be, be okay even if, if I was."
But then he sighed.
"Sorry, Lucien. Not, not this time. He's, he's definitely gonna feel the, the blows I landed for, for a while though. I, I didn't hold back," Russell said, "But when, when I refused to tell him anything, he, he said I would have no, no choice. He was still real, real preoccupied with my chest, so he undid my, my arms and then cuffed my wrist to, to the chair to see, to see it better. Still don't, don't really know what, what he was thinking of. He didn't know I'm, I'm left handed, and that I had been listening to, to the clicks..."
He swallowed. His heart was pounding at the memory, just like it did in this moments.
"But then he, he turned his back to put his gloves after, after taking them off and that's when I very quietly got, got Lewis out. When he came back, I swung at his knees first. He, he didn't see it coming. Then I got myself uncuffed and swung at his hip and his arm with, with both hands. I, I just wanted him down so he, he couldn't chase me, and I, I wanted to get out of there before any, any of his goons realised something was wrong."
He rubbed at his arm briefly. He wasn't used to having to swear short sleeves.
"I, I remember in, in my panic, I yelled 'fuck you' at him a, a few times. My, my words were, were just mostly gone. It was just, just attack and shout."
Bill couldn't help but burst out laughing at that. He loved the image of Russell dropping some f strikes.
"But then I ran while he, he was down... I smelled burnt, burnt plastic just before I did, I don't know if it came from him or I, I broke one of the vials. But soon after running, I start feeling weird, and, and I must have passed out soon after."
Russell sighed then.
"I'm, I'm just sorry I, I didn't do more. It, it was cowardly of me to, to run away when, when I could have, could have gotten more, more payback for what he did to you, Lucien... but I knew I, I would have been outnumbered and, and I figured I wouldn't be much use if I had, I had stayed captured or, or injured, or he did decide to kill me after, after all. Escaping had, had been my priority."
Lucien promised himself to make up for demanding Russell gave up coffee for a few days in some way. He had brought along plenty of infusions he was happy to share, or he could cook something nice even though baking was off the table.
Many activities were, but Lucien still managed to get all the way there because he was fed up with not knowing. He hated not knowing who wanted him dead and he couldn't stand sitting at home while knowing Russell got targeted too. So it was no surprise it looked like he didn't want to miss a single detail even if the tension in his body wasn't going to do him any good.
None of which pleased Rook very much. "Oh, so he's got friends too. How cute."
"Did you catch any of their names?" Lucien asked.
"That'll be useless if we can't even get close." Rook snapped, "We'll have to catch them outside."
"He enjoys striking down the helpless ones." Lucien snapped, "I'm sure he didn't question your behavior at all. It was entirely too good to pass on that. Tell me you caved his skull in."
#theotherrookie#Bloodsucking Bardbarian | Bill#Druidic Dogtor | Leofric#Meowing Mesmerist | Antonio#Altruistic Astrophile | Russell
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"Don't look up sonic x shadow, you'll regret it." "Imagine the shock of kids looking up the new sonic game and finding sonadow." "Go look up sonic x shadow, I promise you'll find totally normal images >:)"
What is wrong. With all of you. Why is it a gotcha? Why is it a trick to get people to find sonadow fanart? Why is it bad for kids to find art of cartoon hedgehogs gay kissing? It's 2024, have we really not moved on from the "wow aren't sonic fans freaks for gay shipping their little cartoon animals" mindset? Come on. Let's put down the homophobia now
#sorry it's just starting to rub me the wrong way#i know ppl don't mean it in a bad way but it still feels like sonadow is just the butt of the joke here#like ''how could ppl possibly ship this? isn't it weird?'' no actually it's not#sonic#sonic x shadow generations#yes putting this in main tags i am pissed off lmao#vixentalks
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Joshseoh kinda just ignored everyone pointing out it was wrong to paywall this during black history month and that whitewashing black ppl is wrong, because... shilling more bad quality hairs was more important ig? so anyway...
Y'all can download it here if ya really want it!
(tho tbh the quality is so bad i can't exactly recommend it...)
#s4cc#josheoh#its midnight so ill reblog this again tomorrow#credit to dhm#i would encourage everyone to start getting paywall content from there or rebels#i dont usually post stuff anymore bc its just so much easier for yall to just get telegram but#idk them just ignoring everyones comments kinda rubbed me the wrong way lol#it just shows this dude is mad weird bc if he'd just said sorry and made it free im p sure everyone wouldve been fine#ignoring it just shows they don't give af and thats p rotten#negative#the patreon issue#ceci speaks
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Absolutely wild seeing people immediately forgive the Watcher crew
#im not ensconced in his personally because this squad just ain't my scene idk#but like#how tf do you see the number break down and then just go 'oh ok they apologized were good'#the $250k wedding while claiming they can't pay employees#a crew of 25 for low budget YT content that the fanS WANT AND PREFER#the 12k patrons starting at $5 and going up to $100 pledges per month#the ad revenue#but sure they said sorry after exposing their greed so it's gucci#please look at Roosterteeth and realize that's their future#also the apology came off soooo fake just putting out the fires#'sorry we revealed our true intent please continue to support us'#idk rubs me the wrong way#how do you leave Buzzfeed and witness Roosterteeth dissolve and pull this shit? seriously?
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This isn't any shade at anyone in particular. I understand the severity of the situation, I won't discredit that. But as a space full of adults I feel like a lot of people handled it pretty poorly. That person shouldn't have lied, but I've seen a number of posts while not directly insulting that person, still insulting them and that rubs me the wrong way. They have no business in adult spaces, but also as adults, I feel like the way it had been handled is a little excessive.
They are still a kid. They're going to remember this. All the posts on the dash about it. Even if you aren't meaning it in that way, it comes off as indirect bullying and be given that kind of impression by adults? It just puts a bad taste in my mouth.
You have every right to be upset about being lied to. about being put in a situation that could be legally detaining for you. There's no question about that. I am just asking, for people who weren't directly involved, who didn't interact with them. It just feels like a lot of what's being said has been said and it just keeps coming up. Let it be. That person. I am hoping they learned their lesson, and won't lie about their age anymore. but there's no need to keep to pestering it on the dash.
Our first thought has to be stop shaming and being so aggressive to kids about being in our space ( yes I know not all of them are great) but telling them hey this isn't okay, please don't do it again. blocking them and moving on. warning others sure. all the posts 'i won't out them publicly' or 'please don't send them hate' already feels like outing especially if behind the scenes they are being told to people. It puts a target on them regardless. kids make mistakes. and we can't act like teens don't exist in RPC considering a lot of us started out that way.
Not saying they need to be in this space, absolutely not. Again i just think, we need to really think before we post in terms of these situations and handle things a little better. I'm sorry if this puts anyone down, its not my intent. you can unfollow or block me if it upsets you or you disagree. i'm not here to argue. i wasn't gonna say anything originally but i just keep seeing posts like these being made and past around. we want to protect kids, lets do that and not publicly maim them, however vague.
#âoff the airâ . // ooc#psa. //#honestly.#sorry to be damper this has just started to rub me the wrong way#and its not no one in particular just the trend i am seeing on a lot of posts
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google how do i tell my dad that the reason i keep bringing up elon musk's transphobia isn't that i've got gen z political tunnel vision that makes me blind to his "innovation" in electric cars but because i am desperately crying out for you as the father of a trans child to feel just as outraged and angry as i am that that man has so much power
#edit: warning the tags get pretty personal whoops. however tumblr is like a diary to me so. but if discussions of father issues arent for u#it's not anything he's directly said but like. when we talk about it i can tell he's clinging to this like#image of musk as this inventor working for the good of humanity#because he's admired him for a long time and like i get it it's hard to let go of your heroes when it turns out they're trash#but. he's always been trash. is the thing. and i've been saying this.#and it would be nice to feel some solidarity! or support! or empathy idk!#and not like. lectures why tesla is actually progressive or why spacex is the best thing to happen to science since fucking penicillin#and sometimes ppl who push the world towards progress rub people the wrong way#god like. we were in the car the other day talking about it and i mentioned tesla moving to texas bc of the law protecting trans kids#and he mumbled something like well sure yeah he said that but Really... really it's about the taxes......#okay!! who give a shit! that's not the point! the point is that he's got fucking legions of alt right fanboys who hang off his every word#so when he says something that is good for trans people is actually dangerous and bad and hurts kids#and when he openly publicly deadnames and misgenders and LIES about his TRANS DAUGHTER. it's fucking dangerous! and it makes trans people#(IE ME. YOUR CHILD.)#feel unsafe!#it should get you angry! it should make you rethink how you saw him previously! it should make you want to stop supporting him!#idk. i mean my dad has never been like. against me being trans. and he's worked really hard on the pronouns and not deadnaming me#but it's stuff like this where it feels like he doesn't grasp how he's de-prioritizing my perspective as a trans person and.#his Child.#and how his first reaction to me starting t was 'no.. why would you do that :('#it just feels bad. i love him so much but it's shit like this that makes me feel like i don't matter to him or like i'm disappointing him#and then he gets confused when i tell him that i feel that way#wow! sorry for this. i should get serious about finding a therapist i dont think i knew i felt all this until i typed it out#im gonna add a tag at the beginning of this. as a warning. lolololol. lol. anyway#got 2 pick up my t tomorrow and also email my dr for more wellbutrin haha slay! hit the slay button. dispenses ssris.#god i'm so tired sorry i'm delirious actually. also i saw my brother this weekend which was so nice and he's such a weirdo which also#makes me weirder by proxy
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is there a reason you prefer the chrom sealing grima ending over the robin sacrifice ending? I donât think Iâve ever seen a chrobin fan that likes that one more before :0
Oh boy... Well... I think this is a very unpopular opinion, but I'll explain my thoughts. (If anyone here follows me on Twitter, you may have seen me rant about this before lol)
Alright, in the context of the narrative, the sacrifice ending is quite compelling, I'll admit... But...
It's... kind of an incredibly fucked up ending, and the fact that I've seen many people call it the "good ending" of the game really upsets me. Oh, sure, we all say it's the "sacrifice" ending, but... It's really more of a "suicide" ending. When Robin speaks to Grima, their exact words are "The evils you would visit on this world are unthinkable... In some way, Iâwe share the blame. It's only right we meet our end together!"
And like... I'm sorry, but WHAT? This is not Robin triumphantly sacrificing themself for the world; this is Robin feeling GUILTY and like they owe their life for their sins??? (And also, this is way worse if you don't think Robin is Grima's soul reincarnated, because if Robin isn't Grima then saying that they share the blame is just straight-up not true; Robin didn't do ANYTHING wrong in this timeline. If Robin IS Grima then at least we can be like, okay yeah, you sure did commit some atrocities a thousand years ago...) In any case, I hate the "Redemption Equals Death" trope, and is that not exactly what Robin is attempting to pull off here?
But here's the thing... What about all the people relying on Robin in the present? Okay, depending on how you play the game, it's possible that Robin has no spouse or children (though Chrom still heavily relies on them regardless of whether or not he's married to them), but if you're doing a Chrobin playthrough, well, not only do you have Chrom, future Lucina, and future (past) Morgan if you did the paralogue, but you also have baby Lucina, the one child who definitively already exists in this timeline. Sorry but I actually think it's kind of bad to choose to die (when you absolutely don't have to) when you have an infant at home!
And look, people like to talk about how Chrom wants to "doom the world" for Robin, but honestly that's an overreaction. If it weren't for the machinations of the Grimleal, Grima wouldn't have been revived in the first place! And the Shepherds just finished killing the leader of the Grimleal, plus presumably a large number of the members were sacrificed to restore the fell dragon's body, then you also have however many died in the Endgame battle (because infinite Grimleal reinforcements get warped up to Grima's back). It kind of seems like the people most enthused about dying in Grima's apocalypse would probably have already given their lives for the cause? So it might well be that nobody will actually WANT to bring Grima back in a thousand years. And even if someone does, they might not be able to, if knowledge of key details has been lost. And even if they do have the knowledge, they might be stopped before they can succeed. And even if they aren't, Chrom is right... "[Grima] may rise to threaten the world again, but he'll never destroy it. One such as [Chrom], or the first exalt before [him]... One will rise up to challenge him."
(I'm going to be honest... it REALLY bothers me when people act like Chrom is somehow in the wrong for opposing Robin wanting to die. What is he supposed to do, agree that someone else should be killed for the greater good? Sometimes I see people using it as proof of how much Chrom loves Robin, but no, I'd say the proof is in every OTHER moment of the game. THIS is simply the proper response to ANYONE saying that they feel like they ought to kill themself to make the world a better place.)
Moreover, I feel uncomfortable with a lot of popular fanon portrayals of this ending... In particular, I can't stand the idea that Robin LIES about not sacrificing themself and then does it anyway. This is not in any way something you're required to do in-game, and I don't think it's super in-character given most popular interpretations of Robin, and to the extent that I can buy there being some universes where it indeed happens that way (you can, after all, hit the buttons to play it out as such in-game if you really want to), it ultimately suggests a complete lack of character development because y'know who else thinks their opinion about good and evil is the only one that matters? Grima. Additionally, in the Chrobin context specifically I think it's even more of an asshole move if you did the Chapter 11 automarriage...
I mean, it's not like I don't enjoy Robin being an asshole (I prefer Grima-flavored Robin, after all. And a lot of my fics do stem in some way from the sacrifice ending, though it's BECAUSE I think it's not a very good choice that I'm interested in it), but... Honestly, a lot of my dissatisfaction boils down to the fact that the game ends, and then Robin abruptly comes back after the credits, and then the game ends for real, and at no point are any consequences shown. Then fans declare that it's the "good ending," that "nobody chooses the other ending," that "they can't imagine Robin doing anything else." People wax poetic about the sacrifice ending as though it's the ONLY canon option and like, I have nothing against people who prefer it, it's just... there are also plenty of valid reasons to NOT prefer it. Stop telling everyone that nobody ever lets Chrom land the final blow!
Also, I'm going to make a bold assertion here, but... Chrom CG (which is the happiest he ever looks in Awakening) > the reprise of the meeting cutscene (which doesn't really make much sense in context anyway... Seriously, why are Chrom and Lissa rehashing the conversation they had when Robin was a stranger to them? Chrom should be in tears. I do love "Welcome back. It's over now." at the very end, but it's just hard for me to buy that everything before that goes exactly the same way as the first time they found Robin on a field.)
Furthermore, when you let Chrom land the final blow, I find it really heartwarming to see Robin's family affirming that they're happy Robin lived (and if you want to talk about proving Chrom's love for Robin, he's the only one who doesn't get additional dialogue if he's Robin's spouse... He just affirms his love no matter what.) After everything Robin has been through, it's just... a lot more satisfying to me to see Robin trust in their friends and family and choose to live even though they aren't sure it won't cause problems in the future. I mean, can ANY of us ever be completely sure that we'll never hurt anyone in the future? In fact, it's almost certain that we will. I still think life's worth living, even if it means we have to keep doing battle with the demons that continue to haunt us.
So yeah, the final line of the game when you let Chrom land the final blow makes me really happy.
"Don't you see? You belong with us. We want you here to share our present. ... And help create our future."
#ask#suicide //#sorry to make the sacrifice ending so dark but...#i know we usually frame it as heroic but given robin's actual words...#when you know that so many people dueling with suicidal thoughts feel like they're a burden to everyone they know...#and that the world would be better off without them...#the sacrifice ending starts looking really bad#especially if you read grima as an allegory for learned helplessness and depression... which i do...#'let's defeat depression permanently... by dying!' uh whoops THAT'S not what i want to write into my fics#and obviously not everyone has to take the same interpretation as i do#please don't get me wrong... if this is your favorite ending that's understandable. i don't have anything against you personally#it's just the overall sense that the sacrifice ending wraps up with a happily ever after that rubs me the wrong way#and then the way people are so flabbergasted at the mere thought of anyone preferring the chrom ending just kind of rubs it in harder
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Did... did the straights forget we don't have anywhere near as much representation as them again? Like I get y'all are use to EVERYTHING catering to y'all's taste but seriously? Seriously? like yeah, nowadays you can find more, ESPECIALLY when it comes down to indie stuff... it's still NOTHING compared to how much cishet media is out there. Also did y'all forget when we DO get romance it tends to be double edged sword what with the whole "bury your gays" thing popping up often or gays just being side characters with little on screen romance thats often sanitized for homophobic mass appeal? Not to mention media rep varies VASTLY between queer person (ESPECIALLY bipoc who are often left out of romance, even when it comes down to HETERO relationships).
Like... sorry but our media is not created equal, if y'all are so annoyed with platonic love not being depicted enough why don't yall go beg/demand it from the majority of media out there that just feels like it HAS to shoehorn cishetero relationships into everything? Hmm?!
not to sound like a homophobic straight dude but I think yall should just let some characters be Friends not everything has to be about romance
#i just find this so FUNNY in the 'the audacity of straights to complain when this is moreso a problem with cishetero media then gay media'#oh & a problem with cishetero culture/society IN GENERAL not just media#also i dont really care if other queer people agree with this or not the sentiments make no sense regardless#if op was specifically complaining about shippers that would be one thing but this literally is targetimg anyone who wants to see romance#in media that doesnt have it & honestly if white people want to complain about white media & shippers have at it#but no this doesnt target anyone specific & broad strokes everyone who wants to see romantic relationships where there are none#maybe im taking the post too seriously but it just rubs me the wrong way#oh wait sorry i mispoke in one of my last tags it doesnt target EVERYONE it targets specifically people who want to see gay relationships#i also dont care if op is gay or queer btw lgbt people can have bad opinions#also it really is true when u start out a sentence with 'not to sound x' & it ALWAYS ends up sounding like x#also while i get the whole 'ulterior motive' part of this it still doesnt really make much sense tbh though#like... thats cishetero patriarchy culture not shippers not those who want depictions of gay romance thats our horrid societies attitudes#towards relationships & alsyi again this really is majority a WHITE problem anyway u look at it#if ur complaining about societies attitudes guess what? thats heavily influnced by (or just is) white society#complaining about shippers? guess what a majority of ships are! even when the media has a decent or mostly cas of poc guess what these#shippers gravitate towards shipping? if ur guessing white people ur correct!
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summary: a situation between pogues and kooks at the beach made Rafe rethink his priorities
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warnings: season 4 spoilers, established relationship, mention of the dead turtle, that hoe Ruthie, protective Rafe
a/n: i'm obsessed with season 4, y'all. absolutely in love with everything that's going on and especially with Rafe being in a better place with a girl that he actually likes 𼚠this scene at the beach with turtles just made me sob, so I really need someone to drag that bitch by her hair. sorry not sorry.
Your heart was beating with adrenaline from the scene that just happened at the beach, with Topperâs girlfriend almost running over the pogues and being the usual insane bitch that she was. Rafe stood beside you, silent but shaking his buzzed head in disapproval.
Kie was standing on her knees on the sand, in shock, with juice still dripping down her face and hair. She brushed off the help of her friends, instead standing and picking something up from the ground, without hesitation, going towards the group of people around you. They seemed absolutely delighted by the whole situation, laughing, fist bumping each other, and making you want to punch every single one of them in the face.Â
You didnât even want to be here in the first place, not with a bunch of people with whom you shared mutual hatred towards each other. Rafe was your only connection with them, and it seemed like even for him it was a bit too much. A fun day at a beach with a little surfing competition, where even Topper and JJ seemed to have some fun together, took the wrong turn way too quickly.
âLook what you did! Is this okay?â Kie stopped in front of Ruthie, reaching out her hand to show something that you werenât able to see, but by the look on her face it was obviously serious to her. âThere was a turtle hatch, you idiots! You drove right over it!â Your stomach twisted at the realization, and you took a step closer to see it yourself.Â
âOh my God.â You whispered, catching a glimpse of a tiny dead turtle with a crushed shell laying in the palm of her hand. So little and harmless that the picture of it brought tears to your eyes.Â
âDonât look, baby.â Rafeâs deep voice mumbled near your ear, with a warm hand sprawled across your back to try to distract you, but you shook your head, unable to take your eyes off it.Â
âAll right, but it was only one.â Ruthie said with her usual attitude, nonchalantly pointing to the rest of the turtles that, luckily, were perfectly fine. Your mouth opened in disbelief, and you looked at Rafe to see him uncomfortably rubbing the back of his head.Â
âIâm so sorry, KieâŚâ You whispered to her, stepping further away from the kooks, eyes drifting again to the dead animal in her hand. No matter how hard you tried to fit in with Rafe and his friends, you could never be one of them if it meant to be a bunch of pompous and cruel rich kids. You thought that, maybe it was time for you to finally admit that.Â
âItâs not your fault, Y/N.â She briefly looked at you, because despite not being friends, there never were any arguments between you and the rest of the pogues, always keeping cool and friendly with each other. âThereâs something wrong with you, people.â Kiara looked back at the kooks with disgust written all over her face.Â
âIâm leaving, Rafe.â Barely holding back your tears, you looked back at your boyfriend, before picking up your beach bag from the sand and turning around. âIâm sorry again for them, Kie.â
âNo, wait, Y/N.â He pushed through the crowd, wide-eyed, quickly approaching you and grasping your wrist. âThis is notââ
âI donât want to be here. I didnât sign up to hang out with your friends when I started dating you, okay?â You groaned in frustration, attempting to move, but Rafe stopped you. âI donât even know why weâre here, why you are here, when you clearly donât enjoy it anymore.âÂ
âListen, this is not so easy, okay?â He rolled his eyes, but you knew it was not fully directed at you; Rafe was already struggling with trusting those around him, and the fact that you slowly but steadily made him reconsider his current surroundings did not help.Â
âYou are not like them, they are not your friends, donât you understand it?â The pure desperation was speaking in you, searching for the answers in his eyes. You overheard some people laughing at you, as they were too confident that Rafe would never listen to someone like you, someone from the cut, not even realizing the war that was currently going on in his head.Â
He was silent, thinking, making his already overwhelmed mind go hundred miles per hour to figure something out, because you were right. The more time had passed, the more the two of you were together, the less Rafe found himself enjoying the presence of his old friends, the less he wanted to do that childish bullshit.Â
âThis dumb fucking bitch almost ran over people and killed an innocent animal because her big ego got hurt, do you understand?! So Iâm leaving. Alone or with you.â You almost whispered the last part to him, too scared that he'd not choose you. At the end of the day, you were a pogue, and no matter how much you tried, you would never be good enough for Rafe.Â
âWhat did you just call me?â Ruthie arched a brow, now shooting daggers at you.Â
âI called you a dumb fucking bitch, didnât you hear me?â You spat, finally having a good enough reason to tell the truth right in her face. âOr are you too stupid to get that through your thick scull?âÂ
âThatâs rich, coming for a pogue. Itâs just a cycle of life. And if you, losers, are so offended by that, itâs not my problem.âÂ
âA cycle of life? Getting flattened by a truck is not a cycle of life.â Kiara pushed Ruthie with her hand, and it nearly turned into a fight, with JJ standing by his girlfriend's side. You turned away from them, too frustrated and drained to bother listening to the rest of the conversation, your gaze shifting to Rafe, who still held your hand.
âI want to leave. Stay here if you want to, I donât care. Iâm done with them, Rafe.â Your teary eyes met his blue ones, and he shook his head, pulling you closer with your forearms. The mere thought of you leaving him, angry and upset, triggered a whirlwind of panic within him.
âHey, no, Iâm not staying, okay?â Rafe's hands, now much gentler and delicate, touched your cheeks, wiping away a few tears that you could not keep back. Rafe had never been too comfortable with the display of emotions, and he was pretty sure that it was the first time he had actually seen you cry. And he knew how much you had always carried for animals, how you petted every stray cat or a dog on the street, and how you hated any form of violence against them.Â
The pulsating and aching feeling in his chest at the sight of your tears made him want to drop everything, or rather, eliminate everyone who had upset you, and just hold you in his arms.Â
âAw, look at you.â You heard that annoying voice behind you back again, pulling you out of the bubble in which you fell, and turning around, you saw that Kie and JJ were no longer there. Your eyes instantly rolled back as Ruthie looked at you with her usual fake sympathy, crossing her arms over her chest. âGo back to your side of the island, youâre not one of us. Donât even know why Rafe bothers to bring you here when youâre just another dirty toy toââ
Rafe left your side before she could finish her sentence, looming over her with the most furious expression you had ever seen on his face. Everyone and everything seemed to fall silent for a moment, and you held your breath, unsure what he would do. âWanna say some bullshit about her? Try to do it right in my face and see what happens.â
âYouâre not seriously protecting the pogue. Sheâs not on our side.â Her smile faded, her eyes now nervously looking between Rafe and Topper, who was standing behind her back.Â
âCâmon, RafeâŚâ He started, but quickly shut his mouth as soon as Rafe turned his head towards him with a silent threat. You felt your heartbeat quickening as the atmosphere started to get even more intense. Everyone around you also started arguing and saying God knows what, but Rafe was awfully calm, and it frightened you even more.Â
You moved closer to them as you made your way through the warm sand, until you were able to place a comforting hand on your boyfriend's back. He was so tense under your touch that it amazed you how the hell he was not shaking because of it. The only times you had ever seen him behaving that way was when people whispered something about his father behind his back.
âItâs okay, Ray.â You whispered, kissing his shoulder and sliding your hand down his back to take a hold of his bicep.Â
âYouâre lucky that I donât hit women. But if I hear a single word about my girlfriend again, you will regret it, I promise you." Your stomach flattered from the way he protected you, from the way his friends opened their mouths in shock at his words. Even Topper and Kelce were too stunned to speak, sending each other weird glances. âControl, your crazy bitch, Top.âÂ
As if nothing had happened, Rafe stepped back, throwing a protective hand over your shoulders and guiding you away from the group. He was silent for a whole walk towards his truck, only stopping near the passenger door and turning you to face him.Â
His worried blue eyes were almost shining under the bright and hot sun and you saw words forming in his head and sitting at the tip of his tongue. You waited another minute, while Rafe was focused on your necklace, thinking. His hands found a place on your waist, rubbing circles into your skin, until he finally took a deep breath and looked up.Â
âYouâre right.â He said simply. âIâm not this person anymore. That shit with racing with pogues was fun and all, but I didnât like what happened today.â You half smiled, nodding and encouraging him to talk. âIfâif I want to be like my dad, I need to have my priorities straight. No more of this bullshit, no more fake ass people, yeah? Youâre the only one who's been here for me for a long fucking time. Youâre the only one who I can trust, baby.â
His hand cupped your cheek, eyes focused solemnly on you, before he lowered himself closer to you to place a kiss on your lips.Â
âThis is the right decision. Youâve overgrown them, youâre a better man now. And iâll be here for you whenever you need me, I promise. I guess itâs just us now." Your body sagged against his, too wrapped in the comfort of his presence to even care about anything else. Your lips brushed against his, making Rafe groan.
âJust us, baby.â
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⢠FEELS TOO GOOD TO BE WRONG
presenting kinktober day 1 âď¸ stepbro!rafe
warnings: stepcest, pillow humping, guided masturbation, fingering, pussy slapping, gagging, praising, & degrading. 18+ mdni word count: 1.5k
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rafe tip-toed his way up the stairs, not wanting to wake anyone, especially his stepmother, knowing sheâd nag at him if she smelled even the slightest ounce of alcohol off him. his feet carried him to his room, ignoring the soft light under your bedroom door, figuring you mustâve forgotten to turn off the fairy lights that littered the room.Â
he froze at small whimpers coming from your room, turning around and stopping outside his bedroom. he pressed his ear to the door, chewing on the side of his nail, listening for further noises.
your whimpers progressed, and nothing prepared him for the sight he saw of you, his sweet stepsister, when he quietly twisted the doorknob, cracking your door open ever so slightly.Â
the soft yellow lights glowed around your silhouette as if you were an angel, yet your actions were nowhere close to pure. there you were, in nothing but a pair of baby blue panties and a tank top, rutting against a pillow that sat between your thighs. your eyes remained closed, brows furrowing as you rocked back and forth, trying to find a steady rhythm in hopes the plush pillow would graze your clit.Â
rafeâs cock stiffened in his khakis, and he grinned to himself, taking your distraction as an opportunity to slip into your room, ensuring to shut the door without making a sound. he leaned against the door, crossed his arms over his chest, and continued to watch you for a few minutes.Â
âwhat do we have here?â rafe chuckled. your eyes immediately opened, and you let out a small shriek in surprise. "w-why are you here?â you stuttered, heat rising to your cheeks in embarrassment.Â
âthought you were having a nightmare and was just being a good big stepbrother and checkinâ on you,â rafe licked his lips, eyeing you, âwhat are you doing up, anyway?â.
ânothing,â your gaze shifted away from him. ânothin', huh?â your stepbrother taunted, âsânot what it looked like to me.âÂ
âcouldâve sworn you were going at it like a bunny and humping away at your pillow,â he tsked. your lip wobbled as tears welled in your eyes; you werenât sure if it was because you were ashamed or because you were overly frustrated from how horny you were, âiâm sorryâ.Â
rafe pushed himself off the wall and stalked towards you. he gripped your chin and tilted your head to look up at you. "stop crying, alright? crying isnât going to get you anywhere.âÂ
your gaze drifted away from his, and you looked down at your hands in your lap, ushering another apology. his thumb swiped at your plump bottom lip, a tent starting to form in his khakis as the blood rushed to his cock, âmm, sweet girl, always sayinâ sorryâ.Â
the mattress dipped under his weight as he sat down, his rough hands grabbing at your waist and hoisting you onto his lap. your back was flush against his chest, and he had one hand sprawled across your lower tummy, fingers tracing patterns on your flesh, âyou knowâŚwhat you were doing sânothing to be ashamed ofâ.Â
it took every fiber in your being not to let out a small whimper when his leg bounced up and down, the material of his khakis rubbing your clit, âitâs not?â. rafe shook his head, âcourse not. you were just trying to make yourself feel good like the needy little thing you are, right?â.
âiâm not needy,â you murmured, crossing your arms over your chest.
âyeah? if that were true, you wouldnât be trying to get yourself off by your pillow, would you?â rafe chuckled, âthere are other ways to make yourself feel goodâŚlike using your fingersâ.Â
you couldnât help but frown, âthatâs not trueâ. Â
the blonde shook his head, âthen you must not be doing it right⌠i could teach you. would you like that, sweet girl?â.
your eyes lit up, nodding slowly at his offer, and his hand slid down your tummy to your thighs, spreading them further open. his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, tugging at it gently to pull it to the side, âpay attention to what i say, alright?â.Â
once you give him confirmation, rafe grabs your hand, guiding it between your legs, âgo on, stretch your little cunt with your fingers,â he rasps. you run your fingers through your slick folds, pushing two fingers into your wet cunt, âthere you go,â he cooed, his hand pressing on your tummy, pulling you closer into him, âslowly move them in and outâ.Â
you listen to him, slowly pumping your fingers in and out of your slick pussy. your fingers move with ease as your arousal coats your fingers, and rafe groans, his hardon poking against your ass. his hand slid up your tummy to your tits, squeezing and massaging them. his thumb and forefinger pinch your nipple through your tank top, rolling it between his fingers, âcâmon princess, move them a little fasterâ.Â
âatta girl, feels good, yeah?â.
ân-no, rafey, this feels wrong,â you shook your head, it was eating you alive. your mind racing with the thoughts of how wrong it is to let your step brother talk you through how to please yourself.Â
âno? nothinâ is wrong if it makes you feel this good, but i guess i gotta do everything myself then, huh?â he scoffed. his fingers encircled your wrist, pulling it away to replace your fingers with his.Â
âohââ you gasped, his fingers moving to rub up and down your slit, slipping one finger deep inside you. he pushed his thick digit in and out, slowly working your needy hole open before adding another finger. he was knuckle-deep in your cunt, his fingers dragging against your inner walls with each push and pull motion.
you couldnât help the whine you let out, bucking your hips against his fingers, âsee, nothing wrong if it makes you feel good, right?â.
a small squeak traveled up your throat when he landed a light smack to your clit, âanswer me, say âyes rafey, itâs not wrong if it feels goodâ. câmon, say it, or iâll leave you to go back to humping your pillow, and we both know it doesnât nearly feel as good as thisâ.
you couldnât bring yourself to say it; the way his fingers curled made your brain blank. you pushed your body further back against him, whining when he suddenly stopped, âwhyâd you stop?â.
âtold you iâd stop, guess youâre on your own,â he shrugged, his fingers still buried deep inside you. you rolled your hips, trying to give yourself some relief, only to receive another smack to your clit.Â
âyou know what i wanna hear,â he murmured, nipping your ear lobe, âadmit that it feels good, tell me how good it feels to have my fingers stuffed inside youâ.
despite knowing it was wrong, you couldnât help but admit that it does feel good, his fingers were making you feel pleasure like youâve never felt before.Â
âgood girl,â rafe praised, pistoning his fingers once again, âsuch a good girl for letting me play with this pretty little pussyâ.
your head lolls back, resting on his broad shoulder, ârafe,â you whine. your moans increasingly getting louder the faster he pumped his fingers while he continued to toy with your nipples.
his free hand slid up your neck, prodding his fingers against your lips before shoving his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, âgonna wake everyone up if you canât keep your mouth shut, and we canât have that, can we?â.
you hum in response, gagging when he shoves his fingers further down your throat, muffling your sweet moans. the sound of your pussy squelching around his fingers was music to his ears, âyou hear that? hear how fuckinâ wet you are?â.Â
âtouch yourself, play with your clit fâme,â he whispered, groaning when you obeyed, watching you rub sloppy circles onto your clit. he dipped his head down, nuzzling his face into your neck, teeth grazing your sensitive skin, âyeah, just like that, princess. goddamn, youâre so wet, drippinâ all over my fingersâ.
your breath hitches in your throat, drool coating rafeâs fingers as the tips of his fingers hit against your cervix, âlook so fuckinâ pretty when your holes are stuffed full like the needy little slut you are,â he murmured, nipping at your neck.Â
you push your head back onto his shoulder and look at him with half-lidded eyes. your chest is heaving as your breathing becomes sporadic, and you feel the coil in your stomach tighten.Â
âthatâs it, princess, cum all over my fingers. show me how much you love having me play with your pussy,â rafe whispers, grunting from the way your moans are muffled as youâre practically choking on his fingers.Â
your eyes squeeze shut as you come undone, his fingers continuing to work you through your orgasm until your body slumps against him.
rafe removed his fingers from your mouth before pulling his hand away from your cunt. he brought his arousal-covered fingers to his mouth, humming as he sucked them clean, âtaste so fuckinâ sweetâ.
âsee? felt better than your pillow, huh?â he teased, bucking his hips, his hard cock grinding against the plump flesh of your ass, âfeel that? sâall âcause of you, sweet girlâ.
âthink itâs your turn to help me out nowâ.
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BETTER THAN YOUR BOYFRIEND! â JJK MEN
SYNOPSIS...what happens when your boyfriend cheats on you and you look towards your best friend for help
INFO...jjk men (toji, gojo, geto, nanami) x fem!reader, reader gets cheated on, riding, sending a video to your ex, oral (f!receiving), car sex, kinda cute/some fluff in the beginning, pet names (doll, princess, baby, sweetheart), creampie, possessiveness, choking, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
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TOJI
When you showed up on Tojiâs doorstep in the middle of the night with tears pouring down your face he was more than ready to kill whoever made your cry. He wasnât surprised when you told him your shitty boyfriend had cheated on you and not with just one girl but multiple. Toji never liked your boyfriend, he could tell that guy was up no to good from the start, reading him like a book. Heâd be sure to beat the shit out of him once he helped you gain composure.
âIâm sorry for showing up so late,â you hiccuped as he wiped your tears.
âDonât worry about it, doll. You know Iâm always here for you.â He gave you a soft smile. Toji hated to see you this way, you were too pretty to be crying over some guy who looked like he crawled from the sewers. âThat guy was a piece of shit. You deserve better.â
âBut, every guy Iâve been with or tried to be with has done me so wrong!â It only made more tears spill from your eyes. Toji engulfed you in a hug, rubbing your back. âToji?â You sniffled.
âYeah?â He pulled away from you, wiping your tears again.
âKiss me. Right now,â you demanded. You had to see for yourself if what youâve been feeling these last couple of weeks was absolutely true. Toji had zero clue, but youâve been thinking about him way too much, more than a best friend should, feeling more than a best friend should. And when he planted his lips on yours, cupping your face, kissing you like a starved man, you didnât quite expect your tears of sadness to be turned into tears of pleasure.
âNnngh, Toji!â You moaned, his fat tip rubbing against your g-spot with each thrust of his hips. Your arms clung around his neck, fingers resting in his black silky hair.
âCanâtâmmm, fuckâbelieve heâd cheat on you! His fucking loss!â He growled in your ear, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist, hugging you close to him. Your pussy clenched down around him, milking him for his every worth, juices dripping down his length and onto his balls. âSo tight, dollâoh shit!â He grunted. Lewd sounds of his balls slapping against your ass filled the room, echoing off the walls around you. âBeen wanting you forever, craving you.â
Your brows furrow in pleasure, barely able to contain your moans as you and Toji stare into each others eyes. âM-me too!â You whimper, nodding your head at him. You lips messily interlock, tongue gliding against one another, swallowing each others moans.
âLetâs show him what heâs missing, baby.â He smirks, reaching for your phone on the couch. His thrusts come to a stop, clicking on your now ex boyfriendâs contact and opening the camera to record a video. âGo nice and slow for me,â he says huskily.
Slowly, you move your hips up and down his thick shaft, whimpering when you feel him throb against your walls. Toji angles the camera up, a devious look in his eye. He moves it back down when you start to move faster, you sloppy pussy squelching when you slam your hips down on his. Toji slaps your ass a few times before grabbing it, guiding your hips to go slower once again. âThatâs it, doll. Good fucking girl,â he lowly chuckles in your ear. Toji ends the video, sending it and tossing the phone to the side.
âI canât believe we actually did that,â you giggle, biting down on your lip. Not even one minute passed before your phone began ringing, vibrating on the couch but you were too busy getting your brains fucked out to even notice. âAh, youâre so deep,â you mewl, the curve of his dick making your back arch.
âBetter get used to it cause we wonât be stopping anytime soon.â He placed a wet kiss on your neck, sloppily thrusting into your poor pussy. âYouâre my girl now.â Heâs slamming your hips back down on his cock, fucking you deeply, making sure every inch of him is coated in your juices. He quickly pulls out, jerking his cock before thick globs of cum coat your skin before heâs inserting himself back inside your dripping entrance. Neither of you noticing the five missed calls and fifteen unread texts from your ex.
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GOJO
As soon as you called Gojo crying, he basically teleported to your house. When he learned that your boyfriend had cheated on you and you kicked him out, he was the least bit shocked. For the past month youâve told Gojo that your boyfriend has been acting off, and finally the truth came to light.
âIâm so sorry,â he frowned, rubbing the top of your head as you cried into his chest. It hurt Gojo to see you like this, constantly seeing you get hurt by these shitty guys who didnât know any better. He had a massive crush on for the longest time and heâs always been afraid to say anything. Heâd treat you better, treat you the way youâve always deserved.
âI just donât it, Toru! Is it me? Did I do something wrong?â You frowned.
âNo, no! Itâs not you all! Youâre absolutely perfect. Heâs a fucking asshole for not seeing that sooner. Youâre kind, funny, smart, and beautiful. Youâre everyoneâs dream girl, y/n.â It may have sounded like he was only trying to be nice, but in reality he was speaking from his heart.
âAwe, Toru, thank you,â you giggled through your tears. Gojo looked at you few seconds, the most sincere expression written on his face.
So how, in only a few minutes, did he make you go from giggling to moaning like bitch in heat?
âFeel better, princess?â He mumbles against your cunt, sucking on your swollen and sensitive clit. âPlease tell me you feel better,â he whines.
âToruâmmph! Whatâsâah! Oh my god!â He slides his long, slender fingers into your sopping hole, pumping them in and out, curling them up slightly. Your jaw falls slack at the way his tongue expertly explores your folds, licking up every last drop of your essence. Your hand clings to his fluffy white hair, his hands pushing your legs open each time they threat to close around his head.
âTaste so good, princess. Just like I imaginedâmmm,â he moans at your delectable taste, ignoring the way your squirming in his hold and clenching around his fingers as your second orgasm approaches. His captivating eyes flutter open to look at you, watching the way you lose yourself on his tongue. He could tell your boyfriendâex boyfriend has never pleasured you like this before, let alone made you cum.
âFuck!â You gasp. âFeels so goodâhah, shit! Toruuu!â You cry out, legs quivering when the tip of his tongue runs back and forth over your clit.
âPromise me something, yeah?â He moves his fingers in and out of your sloppy hole slowly, bringing you right on the edge. âBe mine? Iâll treat you so good, princess. Been wanting to for the longest time, god, youâre so fucking perfect. Please?â He presses soft kisses to your thighs that make your breath hitch.
âYouâre confessing now?!â You chuckle, trying to catch your breath.
Gojo smiles up at you. âIs that a yes?â He quirks a brow. He presses the pads of his fingers against your g-spot massaging slowly.
âAh,â you bite down on your lip, âyouâre no fair!â You run your fingers through his hair. âItâs a yessssuhh.â Youâre barely able to get the word out before he dips his head between your legs again, his wet tongue circling your clit. âShit, shit, shit, Iâm cumming again!â Your head is thrown back as your entire body shakes with pleasure.
âThank you, princess,â Gojo murmurs.
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NANAMI
Nanami noticed you havenât been yourself for the past couple of days and he didnât dare to ask but he had a feeling it had something to do with that obnoxious and egotistical boyfriend of yours. It always had something to do with him no matter what. He didnât think of it when you asked him if you can come over and watch a movie, but not even five minutes in the door you start explaining everything. You didnât cry, just talked and talked about it, venting about the situation. He was glad to be an ear. Heâll always be here to help.
âIâm just so frustrated and I hate feeling this way!â You rolled your eyes.
âMaybe you need to deal with it in other ways rather than venting,â he suggested.
âLike what? Drinking my problems away? Iâd rather not.â You shook your head, waving your hand in dismissal.
What didnât cross your mind was the fact your best friend was talking about having you bent over, fucking you into the mattress. âK-Ken! F-fuck!â Your eyes squeeze shut when he thrusts his hips harder, the tip of his swollen cock pressing into your sweet spot.
His thick fingers squeeze into your plush skin, pulling you back onto his cock. He leans over next to your ear, breath fanning against your skin sweaty skin. âHe doesnât know how to handle a woman like you. Not like I do.â He peppers kisses down your back, a contrast of you screaming his name.
Your walls squeeze around him at his words, your pussy somehow growing wetter than it already was, creating a sloppy and sticky mess where you two met. Your hands grasped the sheets below. âYes, Ken, handle me, show me you can handle me!â You grit your teeth, looking back at him.
A feral growl escapes his throat, blonde hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. He reaches a hand down, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushes your head into the mattress, the sound of skin to skin slapping against each other growing constant as he fucks your hard and deep with such a grueling pace. âI can handle you, sweetheart,â he chuckles deeply. âBetter than your boyfriend.â He licks his lips.
âMmmâah, yes!â You laugh with a smile. âEx.â Youâre quick to correct.
âWho gives a fuck what he isâhah, shit, sweetheart, gripping me so damn tight.â Heâs so focused on the way your ass ripples against his hips, addicted to how warm and wet your cunt is. It was hypnotizing. Your jaw hung open, eyes rolled back, drool spilling from the corner of your mouth and onto the bed below you. Each rut of his hips had you going stupid, barely able to think.
Successfully, you can say that his method of dealing with your problems has worked better than you couldâve imagined. âFeel so good inside me! Donât stop!â You cry out, voice wavering. The stretch of his cock against your gummy walls had you craving more. So much more to the point you wanted to feel all of him. âCum in me.â Youâre bitting down your lip so hard youâre afraid youâll draw blood.
Those three words have Nanamiâs eyes wide in excitement. His body runs hot, your words making the blood rush straight to his pulsating cock. âD-donât say stuffâmmphâlike that,â he grunts.
âI thought you could handle me?â Youâre smirking, playing with fire. His rough hands grip onto your hips harder, hard enough to leave bruises. Each thrust of his ragged hips shoots bolts of pleasure through your core.
His brows furrow in concentration, grunts and growls mixing in with your moans as his abs tense up, body jolting forward as his sloppily thrusts into your greedy hole. âI can handle you better than anyone else and you know it!â His hand swats your ass, a loud smack cracking in the air. âNngh, shit!â Before he knows it, his tip kisses your cervix, pulling you back on his cock as his hot cum paints your walls.
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GETO
When you told Geto about your boyfriend cheating on you, he knew youâd needed to be comforted despite what you said. So he planned a day just for you to do your favorite things in attempts to take your mind off of things, but he could see that you were still thinking about it deep down. The both of you sat in the car, watching over the city lights while music quietly played on the radio. The orange sunset casted a hue over the world, shining brightly.
âIâm sorry I just canât get it out of my head.â You pout, fiddling with your fingers. âI appreciate you doing this, Suguru.â
âOf course, y/n. Itâs the least I could do.â He gave a half smile, caressing your back.
âIt just keeps replaying over and over in my head,â you shut your eyes, âI hate it. Nothing takes my mind off of it no matter what!â You ran your hand over your face, slouching in the passenger seat.
âWell, thereâs something we havenât tried yet.â Geto raised a brow, shrugging his shoulders.
âWhat?â You asked, confused.
Minutes later your knees are to your chest, the sheer force of his hips rocking your body into the seat of the car. Strands from his messy bun cling to his forehead, sweat dripping between the divots of his abs. His calloused hand presses down on your lower abdomen, the pad of his thumb reaching down to rub your neglected clit. âSugu!â You cry out, tears pricking the corner of your eyes.
The car shakes with his feral and animalistic thrusts, the curve of his cock finding your sweet spot, knocking the breath out of you. Youâre panting and gasping, clawing at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. âCome on, baby, you can do it.â His lips quirk up into a smirk, his hand reaching out, slipping his fingers into your mouth to suck on. âLet it all go for me.â He moves at a rapid pace, your eyes rolling back and your body going limp, hands falling to your sides.
He removes his fingers from your mouth, his hands gliding down to your throat, fingers ghosting over your skin before he carefully wraps his hand around it, gripping it firmly. âIâll make you forget everything about him. You want that, donât you? Fill that pretty little head of yours with nothing else but me.â His sultry words send shivers down your spine. A devilish chuckle escapes from him when he feels you flutter around his throbbing length. âNnngh,â he plants a wet kiss on your jaw, âcum for me.â
âFuck, fuck, fuck! Iâm cumming!â You scream, eyes widening at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. âYes, yes!â You squeal, legs shaking as he continues to rub your clit, dragging every last bit of your orgasm out of you.
His heavy balls slap against your ass at a rough pace, threatening to spill his seed inside of you. âWant to mark you, show that asshole who youâve always belonged to!â Sinful eyes stare back at you.
Fat tears roll down your cheeks. âIâm yours! Iâm y-yours! Ahh!â He puts more pressure on your clit, your body jolting, squirming beneath him.
âHah, fuck, baby!â He moans, jaw falling open as he tosses his head back. He clenches his jaw, grunting as he keeps the same fervent tempo. He watches the way your filthy pussy clings to him so tightly, your juices forming a ring at the base of his cock, creating a sticky, slimy mess. His thrusts grow hasty, hungry for his orgasm, itching to see you coated in his cum.
He bullies his cock into your cunt, snarling and moaning at how rapidly his orgasm was nearing. He pulled out of you with a drawn out moan and instinctively your soft hand wrapped around his cock, pumping him until you felt warm cum drip onto your stomach.
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