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81pastrys · 29 days ago

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The Twins

Nearly 5k One Part ‘series’

Summary— Oscars twin sister travels with him everywhere since racing and Lando tries to get her on a date.

Warnings— Third person POV (she, they, knows all) ; introvert-ish ; Piastri!Sister ; angst ; drinking ; best friend! Logan ; Danny ric mentions ; short smut ; the rest of the warnings will spoil it.

A/N— the long awaited, twins fic

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They used to be the quiet duo, a watchful pair, people would say. Although when Oscar got into F1, everything changed. Their bond didn’t falter, however their lives changed drastically. When she found out her twin was in a high class sport, she knew she had to go with him, what else would she do with herself without her twin?

So travel they did. Neither of them ever getting tired of each other. Not to mention Logan was also there and she loved him like another brother. Her shy demeanor towards everyone else stayed. Lando toyed with her, flirting every now and then to make her shy away and blush.

Today was no different, only he had just won a race and they were out partying at a private club. No phones, cameras, or disposables. She didn’t like to party, but she’d go all out nonetheless.

“You have to party hon.” Logan teased. Getting his nickname from her crush on Danny Ric and the nickname he called her, honey. She blushed at her childhood best friend and pushed him playfully. “I’m serious! Relax, there are literally no cameras in sight.” He seriously was a college frat boy at heart.

“I don’t party Lo, I show up for moral support.” She responded, sipping the soda she ordered earlier in the night. Logan rolled his eyes at her and grabbed hold of her hand. She rolled her eyes and gave in to the man’s antics.

He spun her on the dance floor and twirled her in to his chest. “You remember the dance from Prema!” Logan dragged. She helped the boys with a lot of their Prema challenges and couldn’t resist showing Logan she hadn’t forgot. Once she was satisfied with dancing she returned to her corner.

“Balled up in a corner as always, Piastri.” Lando teased. Her cheeks flushed and she stood her ground, not making eye contact. She knows he’s smirking. “I saw you dancing with Logan.” He whispered, tapping the table and walking away. She looks at him walking away and he winks.

She hoped the torment was over, however she was far from that. Daniel hobbled his way towards her after a few drinks. “Honey, come dance with me seriously.” He said smiling and laughing. She playfully rolled her eyes giving in to the Aussie. He has been her crush forever, she would never deny him a good time. They danced and drank.

Once Oscar had realized she wasn’t in the corner like she usually was, he knew she got her hands on a few drinks. Fucking Danny Ric, he thought to himself. He sighs heavily at his teammate and set his drink down. “Osc, what’s wrong?” Lando asked as Oscar disappeared to the crowd of drunken mechanics and drivers to find his sister.

He dragged her through the crowd and back to the table with Lando, making her sit down on a high bar stool. “You’re such a dick.” She mumbled, her dress misplaced and hair messy like she just got railed on the dance floor.

“I’m not the one who got you drunk.” He said seriously towards her, not to fight but he knew it would shut her up. She opened her mouth to respond but didn’t.

“You think the allegations are true about him?” She asked. Her brother and his teammate look at her deeply confused and concerned. “Big dick Ric.” She whispered and then giggled at their reactions and Oscar decided they needed to leave.

“I think she needs some water.” Lando reminds his teammate. “I’ll watch over her while you get that.” Oscar hurries off to the bar for water. Lando tilts her head up to look at him. “How are you feeling baby?” He asked genuinely concerned.

“Umm..” Even in her drunken state she goes speechless at the smallest of words from him. Although her drunk mind definitely has more confidence. She looked down and then back up at him with a sly smirk. “I’m hoping I can feel you tonight.” She whispers seductively in his ear. His breath hitches in his throat, as she backs away with a smile on her lips.

“She’s definitely drunk.” Lando confirms when Oscar returns with water. She giggles and takes it from him. “Excuse me.” Lando says striding off to the bathroom. Adjusting himself slyly as he did.

“What did you say to him?” Oscar scolded her. He’s seen his sister drunk, but not around this crowd. Logan joins and sees her state. “Danny Ric.” Oscar confirmed.

“I just flirted back, Osc, nothing too serious.” She slurred, answering his question. “Logie!” She exclaimed before throwing her arms around the American. He hesitantly returned the action.

“How many drinks did you even have?” Logan asked. He was also drunk but barely. She starts counting on her fingers and holds up one hand with all her fingers spread out. “5 drinks?!” Logan laughed and Oscar looked in surprise and sighed.

“We have to get her back to the hotel, asap.” Oscar mentioned. “I would ask Lando for help but he had an ‘issue’ to take care of.” He whispered to Logan. Logan smirks at her and she chuckled at him.

“You had one too many drinks and got Lando horny?” Logan asked impressed. “That’s my girl.” He hugged her and Lando returns as they start to gather their things.

“Can pretty boy bring me to my room?” She asked, seductively clinging onto the Brit. Running her hands along his arm and across his abdomen. He clears his throat and grabs her arms to separate them. Lando did tease and flirt, but he sure as hell would never do anything while she was drunk.

“I’ll come with you guys,” Lando reassures them. “I will not, however, be staying with her.” He nervously chuckles at the duo. She backed off from him, understanding he doesn’t want the attention.

“Understandable, I’ll stay.” Oscar said. They make it to the hotel and Oscar hands her clothes to sleep in before unzipping her dress and ushering her into the bathroom.

“She’ll be hungover tomorrow.” Logan reminded. “Water and electrolytes.” After saying their good byes, Logan set off to his hotel room. Lando stood in the door frame talking with Oscar for a while.

She returned to the main room with an oversized shirt and underwear, Oscar gave her shorts but she didn’t want to wear them. “No fair, logie left?” She whined. Oscar rubbed her back and she noticed Lando. “Can I cuddle Lando instead?” She asked her brother. The Brit found an easier way out than expected.

“Clingy too huh?” Lando smirked. “Let me change and I can come back.” He said, not letting Oscar answer for him. She leaned her head on Oscar’s shoulder. After a few minutes Oscar checked his phone and scoffed. Lando was not coming back.

“Let’s lay down while we wait.” Oscar distracted her. She groaned and obliged. Her head hit the pillow and she was out. Oscar freshened himself up for the night, putting on clothes she had stole from him. He laid next to her and fell asleep facing away from her.

She groaned after waking up with a horrendous headache. “Fucking Ricciardo.” She mumbled, exiting the bed. She checked her phone and had multiple texts: Lando, The Honeybadger, and Logie Bear.

Such amazing men, she thought while rolling her eyes. She responded to Danny and Logan, but left Lando on read. Oscar woke up and called out for her. “You better still be here.” He warned.

“Oh hush. I’m in the bathroom.” She shot back. She did her morning routine and took pain meds for the headache. She went back out and Oscar was responding to texts as well. “Lo said he has snacks, I’m gonna head there.” Oscar motioned for her to go.

She knocked on the door and Logan opened it smiling. “Well good morning.” He said. She entered with a roll of her eyes and sat on his bed. He tossed snacks at her and a water bottle. “Fun night?” He asked mockingly.

“Don’t remind me.” She rubbed her face. “I don’t even remember half the night.” She laughed. She opened a bag of chips, while Logan texted on his phone.

“Who else texted you, I’m sure I wasn’t the only one Miss Flirty.” He joked with her. Her eyes go wide and Logan laughed. “You made Lando excuse himself, and somehow got Danny to dance on a table.”

“Lando texted me, but I didn’t respond.” She said. “Danny also texted me but I just sent emojis.” She went back to Lando’s text and showed Logan.

“You leave him on read all the time?” Logan mentioned, seeing previous texts from the man. She didn’t feel like she had to respond. All he did was flirt or text her stupid questions.

“It’s harmless things.” She shrugged. “I don’t know, I think he likes me.” He did. She said it innocently, unknowingly, although Oscar and Logan knew the truth.

“What if he does?” Logan teased. He knew she wouldn’t catch on, it wasn’t her thing to catch on quickly to things like that. “Would you even flash him the light of day?”

“He’s, how do I put it, out there?” She couldn’t find the right phrase for it. “I’m very, you know, not out there.” She looked at the text and started a response, then deleting it letter by letter. “Should I do flirty, annoyed, orrrrr no response?” She asked her best friend.

“If you do flirty he’s going to think you’re still drunk.” Logan laughed. “Annoyed is more you, but so is saying nothing.” He shrugged. He grabbed her phone and replied to him. She hesitated before she realized he’d already sent a flirty text.

“Logan!!” She squeals looking at the text. She playfully punched him as he laughed. The Brit texting back a reply already. “I swear!”

“What did he say?” Logan couldn’t contain his laughter. There was a knock on his door. He answered it with a crack, letting Oscar in. “Perfect timing!”

“Oh god what did you two do?” Oscar sighed. Lando’s text came through and her cheeks burned red as her breath hitched. “Did you see a ghost?”

“Lando probably responded.” Logan choked on his words with a laugh. Oscar was confused and hovered over his sister. Oscar tapped her head seeing the texts and she pushed him away.

“Logan sent that! Not me.” She defended. Oscar now tapped Logan on the head. He groaned and held his head. “Careful he might be into that.” She mumbled jokingly.

“Am not!” Logan said tossing a pillow at her. She laughed and thought of a response. “What did he even say back?” Logan inquired.

“Well after you sent that he can fuck my sister anyway he wanted, he said when?” Oscar said annoyed. That wasn’t the exact words but basically along the same lines.

“Osc don’t be so dramatic Logan just said enjoyed last night let’s do it alone.” She read the text. “I hate you so much.” She looked to Logan this time.

“No you love me, I just got you a date with an F1 driver.” Logan responded. Not like she needed one but she got one. Her phone buzzed with another text.

“Oscar can we kill Logan and make it look like an accident?” She asked nonchalantly. “Because Lando just said he’s on his way to my room.” Oscar went wide eyed and took her phone.

“The room you aren’t in?” Logan laughed. She tossed a pillow at him hard. “I’m joking!!” He said through his laughs.

“Fucking horn dog.” Oscar said. “Well go to your room then.” He didn’t know how to respond to this either. She whined at him.

“Look if you don’t want to do anything tell him, I don’t think Lando’s a prick.” Logan said seriously now. “Communication remember?” Logan said like she was a kid and nodded his head before smiling.

She got up and threw another pillow before exiting and going to her room. Lando was already there. “I didn’t know you weren’t here, I wouldn’t have come.” He smiled awkwardly.

“I’m here now?” She said like it wasn’t obvious. The hint of attitude riled him up and he smiled for real this time. She unlocked her door and let him in.

“So who sent me the text?” He asked. His cocky demeanor returning. “You usually don’t respond to my flirty texts.” God she hated how he knew her so well.

“Lo did, he stole my phone.” She said, keeping her response simple as she picked up the discarded clothes from the night before. “Do you really like me, or is this because I’m playing hard to get?” Right to the point damn ok.

“Uhh.” It’s his turn to be speechless. “Both?” He admitted. She blushed and stopped cleaning. She tilted her head as to say ‘really?’

“It’s not a fun game to play Norris.” She responded. She finished with the clothes and sat on the bed. “I’m not only hard to get, but hard to keep happy.”

“I can take that challenge.” He smiled. “One date?” He asked. She thought it out and ultimately agreed. They planned a date night and he left. She kissed his cheek before he was gone.

“Just a little goodbye kiss.” She said innocently. He left nearly stumbling and she saw Oscar and Logan down the hall. She waved them over and they trampled each other to get to her.

“What happened?” Logan asked. They were like gossip girls. She told them everything and they listened. “Such a flirt.” Logan teased.

“I’ll have him running after the first date.” She said. Oscar stayed quiet. He knew they would get on well but never thought to mention it. “Osc why are you being quiet?”

“I’m always quiet.” He said quickly. Now she knew he was on to something. He only ever talked quickly when he was hiding something. She narrowed her eyes at him, hoping he would spill. “Don’t narrow your eyes at me!” He accused.

“Oscar knows all.” Logan whispered in his ear. He made a stupid face and his sister stood with her arms crossed from the bathroom doorway.

“Spill.” She said simply. Oscar rambled about how they’ll get along and that he never mentioned it because he didn’t think she’d like him. “Oscar!!” She groaned.

“What?!” He said. “You always ignored him, I thought it was a lost cause like the other guys I’ve said that about!” He has a point. Any other guy she tried dating would get ‘Oscar approved’ and then go downhill.

“To be fair, Lando is a really good guy.” Logan added. “I think you’ll make cute curly headed babies.” She threw the party dress at him and he caught it laughing.

“Not helping Logan!” She said.

The date came and went, she did like him. She felt like it was a betrayal to Oscar though. He assured her it wasn’t and laughed at her for thinking that. “You’re my twin! If he likes me it’s because he likes you!” She argued. He laughed harder than she’d ever seen him before.

“Mrs. Norris.” Logan joked laughing with Oscar. “Has a nice ring to it.” He teased. She threw a pillow at him.

“You’re both assholes.” She said.

She went on more and more dates until it finally clicked in her brain she really liked Lando Norris. It clicked for Lando the second date but it took her around 4.

She kept herself quiet in the paddock until Lando would appear and fans caught on. “Sis you’ve got a bad girl rep.” Oscar mentioned, sweaty and downing water after a race. “Fuck Singapore is hot.”

She helped him cool down and unzip his suit. She told Kim to make an ice bath and he did. Oscar did good in the race but the heat really got to him. Seeing her twin double over was not on her list for the day. She grabbed his arm and slung it over her shoulders.

“Get off me.” He mumbled, nearly passing out as she held him up. She didn’t let him go and Lando noticed she was struggling since he was refusing help. “I’m fine!” Oscar tried to yell but he was too weak, Lando helped him up, walking to the ice bath.

“Oscar take off your suit and fireproofs.” His sister demanded. Oscar tried his best but ultimately they had to help him. Lando helped him get in the ice bath and he sighed. “Don’t scare me like that!” His sister quipped when he came back to reality.

“Look, he’s fine.” Lando comforted her. “I think I need an ice bath too, it was really hot out there.” Lando took his time doing the same with little to no help from Jon.

When the boys recover it was hotel and bed time. Oscar had been wary of her whereabouts at night and decided he should sleep in her room, using his sickness as an excuse. They always did it as kids, when one was sick the other would comfort them and sleep in the same room at night.

She was hesitant but agreed, giving Lando a look. She planned on ‘rewarding’ him for winning the race. With Oscar sleeping in the bed next to her it took a while before she could sneak away. When she was successful she went to Lando’s room.

He opened the door and greeted her with a kiss. He had asked her out before the race and she was super excited to say yes. They hooked up after the third date and she wanted more of him after that.

“So naughty, sneaking off to sleep with your brother’s teammate.” He teased. She giggled and warned him that Oscar might wake and call her or just show up. “Well then guess we can make this quick.” He lifted her off the ground and they kissed again.

They definitely were quick. Not having touched each other in around a month since the first time. “I don’t think it’ll fit.” She panted in between kisses. She had a good point, the first time Lando couldn’t fit his entire length.

He was slow and didn’t push it, knowing the position wasn’t ideal. When she reached her limit of fitting him, he started thrusting slowly. “So tight my love, god.” He panted, resting his head on the wall behind her. His mouth was open, panting on her shoulder as he thrusted upwards to meet her hips.

She strained her moans, keeping them from getting too loud. She finished first, her body relaxing enough for him to fit more of his length, gravity doing its job of impaling her further down on him. “Oh my god.” She moaned.

“Fuck, my love.” Lando groaned, trying to hold her up from going all the way onto him. When her orgasm subsided, he continued his thrusts and pulled out when he was close. His cum spilling out on the floor as he kissed her. “I can’t wait until we can properly have sex on a bed.” He panted.

They got cleaned up and she headed back to her room. Oscar had been awake since she left. So when she walked in slowly closing the door and he stood with his arms crossed in the doorway she jumped. “Jesus Osc!” She said.

“I approved you dating him, not fucking him every other night.” He said calm. She blushed, most nights it was just innocent cuddling or making out. “While I’m in your room too?”

“You, I mean-“ She couldn’t find an excuse. “He won Osc.” She mumbled quietly. He shook his head and got back in bed. She joined him, facing away from him.

The rest of the season was good, both boys winning a few races and celebrations in order. She was so proud of her brother and boyfriend for the world championship. She cried in Abu Dhabi when it happened, the fireworks lighting up the sky with different colors.

Winter break was right there, but Oscar was hesitant for her to go to London and stay with Lando and his family. “Osc I’ll be fine!” She argued. She wouldn’t be, they hadn’t been separated in god knows how long.

“We haven’t been apart for that long in like 16 years!” He was mad, not mad at her idea, mad she was going to just leave him alone for a week or so. “I really want you to think this over.” It sounds stupid honestly. You can’t leave your sibling for more than a week and you’re both 23?

“I know it’ll be hard, but we can still text, or call.” She said. They sounded like a married couple or something. “Maybe it’ll be good if we spend time apart, I mean, we haven’t.”

“You followed me for racing just to run off with my teammate?” He was exhausted from arguing. “I mean I love you, I think it’ll be good for you, but I don’t want to lose you.” She recoiled at the statement.

“Lose me?” She asked, her voice cracking. “Oscar, I’m still your twin, I’ll always be there for you, it’s a stupid trip to meet his family, we’ll be fine!” Lando had heard this conversation and took it literally when she said ‘stupid trip’.

They hug and make up before she goes to tell Lando she’s ready to go. They had a flight to catch. “You don’t have to come with me.” Lando mumbled. Basically kicking rocks like a sad puppy.

“What?” She asked. They were walking through the paddock holding hands. “Lando I just spent 10 minutes convincing Oscar I should go with you.” She slightly laughed. “What are you talking about?”

He looked to her with a truly sad look. She nearly cried seeing him upset. Her hand cupped his cheek. “You said it was a stupid trip.” She sulked her shoulders and kissed him.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” She comforted him. “Oscar was getting on my nerves and it came out wrong.” She felt so bad that he heard that over anything else they said. “He wanted me to stay for his own good, but I chose you.” She whispered.

“So you don’t think it’s stupid to visit my family?” He asked. She pouted at his words. She assured him she didn’t think it was stupid at all. “Why would Oscar want you to stay anyway, you’re with him like all the time?”

“That’s why, he’s afraid of losing me, which is stupid because it’s not like he can escape me.” She laughed. “He’s my brother and he’s protective, but we haven’t been apart for more than 48 hours in over 16 years.” Lando was surprised at this fact.

The new season came quicker than anything and she laid low. Her quiet demeanor returned but in a much more aggressive way. People would talk her ear off and she would nod. Logan would talk to her and she would have a straight face all throughout the conversation.

Oscar noticed halfway through winter break that something was up, but she denied him each time he’d ask. Lando didn’t break up with her, his family was perfect to her, why is she all of a sudden back in her shell?

The last straw was their birthday. She was usually jumpy, giddy, excited to be a year older. When McLaren tried doing a birthday surprise she flashed a thin lipped smile and kicked the balloons around. “Thank you.” She said. Something or someone killed her old self and Oscar is determined to make sure they become unrecognizable.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Oscar said huffing a breath at her lousy celebration. “What’s gotten into you?” He asked. So much for saying he wasn’t losing his sister.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said, her stone cold look and monotoned voice was all he needed. “I’m literally fine Osc.” She tried playing it off.

“No you aren’t, usually on our birthday you’re happy, excited, we’re a year older let’s get drunk and dance around stupidly.” He said. “You fucking said ‘thank you’ and kicked a balloon around.” This time when she looked up tears were forming in her eyes.

He immediately was by her side, hugging her tightly. He didn’t mean to upset her but this definitely wasn’t from his scolding, there was something else. “The fans are so mean.” She sobbed. “I love Lando, I love you, I love this sport, but they’re all putting me down and it’s too much.”

She sobbed uncontrollably in his shoulder, his hand rubbing her back and cooing in her ear. “Hey, they’re mean people who hide behind a screen, what gives them the right to control you?” He asked. “They can say whatever the fuck they want, but I don’t want you to think lowly of yourself because of it.”

She sobbed harder at his words and he held her. Lando wondered where she had run off too, knowing about all of it and trying to keep an eye on her. He knocked on Oscar’s door. “Hey mate have you seen-“ He walked in, seeing her upset in Oscar’s arms.

They turn to look at him and she gives him a small smile. “I’m okay Lando.” She lied. Oscars face said it all. “We have a birthday to celebrate.” She said to Oscar. Lando looked to Oscar as she walks past.

“She’s been like this the past few months, I can’t get her to look past it.” Lando explains. Oscar just nods his head and walks out to find his sister again. The twins walk to the paddock without a word and when they exit through the garage, all the drivers and team principals scream ‘happy birthday’ and pop little confetti canons.

Logan approaches her with cupcakes and she wraps her arms around him. “Thank you.” She says muffled by his shirt. Logan knew she always wanted to be surprised for her birthday, exactly like this. Oscar was smiling in disbelief.

“Logan you did this?” Oscar asked. Lando walked out and saw everything and smiled, Logan had told him his plan. That’s why he went to go and get her, not planning on seeing her upset. “You’re the best.” Oscar joined the hug. Logan knew she had been down about the media hate and thought there was no better timing than now to do the surprise.

“I couldn’t have asked for better people to be in my life.” She said, crying tears of joy now. “You’re all amazing.” The drivers all celebrate the Piastri twins before they leave the paddock.

All her worries about the hate fade away with time. Soon she’s traveling along with the boys to every race and enjoying her time with McLaren.

Rumors start arising and she gets stressed and nervous again, the headlines reading, ‘Norris to propose?’ Or ‘Piastri might be a Norris at the end of the year.’ She didn’t bring it up to Lando and played it off.

Lando planned a trip for them and Oscar insisted she go, dolled up and ready. She was skeptical but listened, getting her nails done, hair done, all of it.

It was an amazing hotel with great views. What she didn’t know was that Oscar was on the next flight out. Lando and her spent the first day on the beach, relaxing and having a chilled out day.

The next day he told her, ‘wear something fancy, there’s a nice restaurant I want us to try.’ So obliviously she did. The restaurant was amazing, but before they ate Lando insisted they look at the Fountains. She obliged and Oscar was sneakily hidden in bushes recording as Lando got down on one knee and proposed.

“I’ve loved you for so long, and I want to make you my wife. Will you marry me?” She was in hysterics as she looked around as if it was a joke.

“Yes, omg yes Lando!!” She said. Oscar popped out as he was putting the ring on her finger and they hugged. “You snuck Oscar here?!” She playfully hit him on the chest.

“I knew you’d want it videoed.” He smiled at her. They swayed back and forth, now engaged.

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mywritersmind · 1 month ago

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TROUBLE - LN4 part two

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og summary : Trouble comes in many forms, for Lando Norris, it comes in the shape of his teammates sister. A week at Oscars brings more temptation and impulse than any other start to a season.

summary : A day that was supposedly for Lando and his sight seeing turns into a day full of holding back touches, fast car rides, water fights, and his hand on hers.

listen up : i don’t know anything abt cars so don’t come for me if i said smt wrong abt the mclaren F1. dirty jokes. dual pov! comment to be on taglist!

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lando

I wake up to hushed voices outside my door. I practically roll out of bed, seeing that it’s five in the morning and moving to the door, still half asleep.

When I open it, I expect it to be Oscar with Lily or maybe even Nicole- what I don’t expect is a random man I've never seen, grinning down at Y/n.

She has her arms crossed and stops whispering when she sees me. She steps away from him, the man turning to look at me now. Y/n doesn’t say anything, just grabs his arm and tugs him down the hallway.

I watch her go, her hair a mess and her body barely covered by her sleep set. I blink, still confused and honestly too nosy to not get answers.

She’s back a minute later, shaking her head, “Don’t say a thing.”

I shrug, watching her run her hands over her face, “I wouldn’t dare.”

Then we’re both quiet, neither of us moving and a smirk growing on my face. She gives in easily, stomping her foot and groaning quietly, “He’s my ex. And neighbor.”

“That’s… fun.”

“No. It’s idiotic!” She leans against the wall, frowning still, “You can’t tell anyone. Oscar would freak if he saw him.”

This makes me stand up straighter, “Why?”

“He may or may not have broken my heart… long story.” She sighs, closing her eyes before turning fully towards me again, “And we didn’t do anything!”

I smile, “I believe you.”

“He just- wanted to ‘talk’.” She puts finger quotes over the word ‘talk’. “I shouldn’t have let him in.”

My eyes narrow, not judging her, just assessing her emotions. “But you did…?”

She looks at me as if I slapped her, “Go back to sleep, Lando.” I don’t think she’s ever said my first name before. “Sorry for waking you.”

“Don’t worry-” My alarm goes off on my phone at the perfect moment, “I’m getting up to run, anyway.”

She nods, still looking tired but angsty, crossing her arms. I hesitated before saying, “Wanna come?”

I know I shouldn’t have said it the second she looks at me. Her eyes curious and way too distracting. “Really?”

“Why not?”

“Not like I'm gonna get any sleep after that.” She shivers as if she’s remembering the image of him in her room, “Okay. I’ll see you out front in ten.”

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you

When accepting Lando’s offer to join him on his morning exercise, I forgot one thing.

I cannot run.

I’m out of breath and sweaty, falling onto the couch as Lando actually LAUGHS at me! “I think I'm dying.” I mumble, feeling like i’ve just ran a 10k.

“You don’t exercise much, do you?” He walks around the couch, a smoothie in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

I scoff, “Excuse you!” He hands me the water, something so simple but very sweet to me. I chug that shit, making my breath even more ragged, “Why would I!?”

He smiles, sitting down next to me and resting his arm on the back of the couch, “Well usually when you exercise, you tend to get better at specific things. If you start running everyday you won’t look like you’ve just crawled out hell-”

I hit him with a pillow, my skin on fire even in my tight shorts and sports bra. “Fuck you.” I whisper, standing up and walking into the kitchen so he doesn’t see me smile.

“Do you know what we’re doing today?” Lando looks back at me, watching me fill my water.

“Apparently I'm showing you around? I’m not sure.” I shrug, plopping a few ice cubes into my glass, “Lily and Oscar wanted to go to the beach so maybe that too-”

Oscar walks in then, his eyes tired as he yawns and waves weakly at me, “Speak of the devil.” I mumble as he glares at me.

“Good Morning to you my amazing and wonderful sister.” He grins at me, now I know he wants something.

“Pancakes?” I ask, knowing my brother too well.

“Favorite sister.” He ruffles my hair as I push him away. He turns and stops dead in his tracks. I realize that he must have just spotted Lando, the brit watching our sibling antics quietly.

“What’re you doing?” He asks, turning back to me and eyeing my outfit.

“We went for a run.” Lando says casually, bringing his straw to his lips.

“You got her up this early to… run?” Oscar asks skeptically as I understand that he’s not just shocked that I ran, but that I ran with Lando.

“I was already up.” I try to diffuse the tension I know is coming, “Trying to clear my find and stuff.” I pull the ingredients out of the cabinet and fridge, biting my tongue.

“Right…” Oscar shakes his head, seemingly letting it go and joining Lando on the couch. As Oscar scrolls through the TV, Lando glances back at me, not giving me a smile or anything before turning back to his teammate.

I turn to the stove, my eyes wide and cheeks red. This is going to be a long week.

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lando

“What do you mean, you’re not coming?” I ask Oscar as he pushes past me to grab Lily’s bag.

“Lily just killed her foot-” He says, looking more worried than i’ve ever seen him, “I’m taking her to the hospital.”

Y/n walks in with Lily next to her, her hand around her waist as Lily’s arm is over her shoulder. She’s limping with a pained look on her face, “Shit. I can come- I’ll drive.”

“No it’s fine!” Lily says quickly, “I’ll be fine. You two can just go explore. You should have fun.”

Y/n looks from me to Oscar, “Lily we can come with you it’s really not a prob-”

“No!” She moves away from Y/n, hopping to Oscar who wraps his arm around her, “Just- send me pictures!” And with that, they’re gone.

Y/n looks at me, blinking. Nicole hurries back inside, shutting the door, “That boy I swear…”

“Mom, do you want to come with us today? Lily won’t be back for a while and you should-”

“I’ve gotta work, love.” She explains, “Take Lando to all the touristy spots!”

Y/n turns on her heels, looking at me skeptically, “So… what do you want to do first?”

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you

What do you do when you’re tasked with exploring your home town with a man you’ve known for one day and are extremely attracted to?

In my mind, you take him to the best place for him to get as shirtless as possible… the beach! Even though my mom said that wasn’t good enough, I’ve been craving the water.

I still bring him there, how could I not!? Best beaches in Australia are right in my hometown. He’s probably all sad and broody from grey Britain anyway!

I know I already saw Lando shirtless yesterday, but this… this is different.

Tanned, wet, sandy, AND shirtless. His curls are wet and I'm pretty sure a smile is permanently drawn onto his face. He plops down next to me, music blasting from a speaker a couple people down.

“I love the sun.” He mumbles into the towel, sitting up and unknowingly flexing his arms. I breathe in and look back at the water.

“I can tell. I’m jealous. I wish I got as tan as you.” I flick sand onto him as he rolls onto his back. He’s in blue and reminds me a bit too much of prince eric.

“Yeah you might wanna sunscreen up.” He teases, pressing my arm as if I'm bright red! I do not burn that easily, thank you!

I scoff as he tosses the bottle at me, “Fuck off!” I grab it, “You wanna put it on me?” my manner changes in an instant, seeing an opportunity and taking it.

His tooth catches on his lip as he nods. I smile and hand him the bottle gently. Ah, men… So easy to manipulate. So easy to trick.

I move my hair from my back slowly, but the second I hear the bottle unlatch, I spin around and grab it, squeezing it onto him.

“Trouble!” He yells, the sunscreen on his chest and splattered onto his face. I’m running away before he can even open his eyes again. “Get back here!”

I run straight into the water, diving under the first wave and regretting it as soon as his hand meets my ankle. He tugs me back as I come back up for air, his hands fully white and coming straight for me. “No!” I scream, trying to swim away, but his hand is on my waist and smearing the sunblock all down my arm.

“Cunt!” I yell louder, shoving him under water. He pops back up, coughing and laughing.

“You’re so dramatic!” His hands are clean now, shaking out his wet curls onto me.

“You basically called me pale!” I argue, laying back in the water and catching my breath, “I reacted like a sane woman.”

“Nothing about you is sane.” He dunks his head again. I watch him go under and match him, not being able to see him in the salt water but feeling him there.

“You’re the one who fell for it.” I shrug, not forgetting the want in his eyes.

He shakes his head, sinking into the water again so I can only see his head and shoulders, “I’m understanding the trouble thing more and more...”

I can’t help but smirk, “Good thing you can handle it.” Him. The dim kitchen light. The ice cream. His fucking eyes never leaving mine.

“You want me to handle you?” This, surprises me.

He’s matching me quicker than I expected.

I just smile and swim to shore, “Come on, Norris! We’ve got plans!”

Like I said, my mom said the beach wasn’t enough ( even though it’s only his first day here! ) so we took Oscar’s Mclaren and booked it to Fitzroy market.

Lando said he likes shopping and my favorite place to do it is here! The area is crowded with people in way cooler outfits than me and vendors with tons of vintage items.

Lando and I are still in beach wear. He’s in all black, probably baking in the sun but looking ridiculous in a shirt with cutoff sleeves and backwards hat, a camera slung around his neck.

I gravitate to some vintage juicy couture while Lando is on the rack over looking at jerseys. The woman working the booth grins when she sees me. “Y/n! My girl!” She hops over to me, side stepping the others around, “How’ve you been!?”

“Mitch!” I grin right back at her, “Better than ever, babe, i’m out of school!” She laughs, her full head of curls bouncing with her. “How are you!? Business is booming, I see!”

“Amazing! Broke up with Jonah too…” She looks down, her glasses shading her eyes for a second before she pops right back up, “But fuck him!”

“Fuck him!” I join in.

“Yeah, Fuck him.” Says a deeper voice. Jonah comes walking up behind Mitch, wrapping an arm around her before she has the chance to push him away.

“Hey, J.” I roll my eyes at him, respecting his role in Mitch’s life but definitely not the way he dated her.

“Hey.” Mitch sways my arm, leaning in a bit and lowering her voice, “Who’s the hottie?”

I glance back to my companion for the day, he’s holding up a jacket at the booth over and talking to the guy who runs it. “That is Lando…” I turn back to them.

“Boy toy?” Jonah raises a brow as I shake my head.

Not yet.

“Boyfriend?” Mitch looks so shocked that It makes me laugh.

“No! Boy i’m showing around today.” I clarify, “And someone I should probably go after before he gets lost.”

Mitch and Jonah nod, both knowing the extreme confusion one can get into at the market. I kiss Mitch on the cheek and wave goodbye to both of them.

When I turn around, Lando is handing money over to the man and smiling when he sees me. There’s that smile again.

He swings the bag in his hand as we walk away, “You come here often?” The curly haired man glances back at my friends.

“Maybe too much.” I shrug, “Mostly because Mitch carries the best shit ever.”

“Oh yeah?” He nods, “I heard you two talking… what’s up with the tall one?” I laugh when he refers to Jonah.

“They’re… a lot. Soulmates? Maybe. But definitely not meant for eachother. You know? At least, not right now.”

He scrunches up his nose, “I don’t know.”

“They love each other and stuff but Jonah needs to get his life together. All we can do is help Mitch get over him and pray that we don’t end up like them.” It sounds mean, but the two really are in a situation that I would hate.

“Shit.” He nods as we turn into a booth with a million shoes, “I had something like that once.”

This makes me turn to him suddenly, “Yeah?”

“Without the soulmates part… I think I may have been Jonah in that situation. Thank fuck it’s over, though. The girl was not as nice as Mitch.” I nod and smile at his use of my friends love life, “What do you think of these?”

The conversation switches to a horrendous pair of sneakers he’s holding up, “Oh babe… no.” I make him put them back and drag him to the correct section.

He’s like my own barbie doll! One that can talk and definitely bite back.

I knew I would lose Lando in this godforsaken place! I’m in too deep and have three bags in my hands.

I walk around to find him, possibly getting distracted by all the pretty things, but settling my eyes on him once again at a plant shop.

He’s in the corner talking to two girls and a guy, looking a bit shy and way too hot in his backwards cap. I watch him for a second, weaving through the people and walking across some shops.

He finds me pretty fast, it’s probably due to the all white i’m wearing in a sea of colorful button downs and denim. I can see him excusing himself and hurrying over to me, “You left me.”

I laugh, “I lost you!”

He shakes his head and starts walking away, “Sorry prissy, I forgot I'm babysitting you.”

He shakes his head, smiling back at me, “I got cornered by fans.”

“Better than me being there and having rumors spread on twitter of your ‘possible new girl’.” I laugh and walk out of the crowd, the sun hot on us and making me crave a cool drink.

He laughs at this, “You wish.”

I scoff, turning back to face him, “I can leave your ass in the middle of melbourne, you know?” I hold up the keys to my brothers car as he steps closer.

“I dare you.” He says, “I guarantee if you got into that car alone you’d be in a wall in five seconds flat.”

I swat the keys at him, “I’m a great driver!”

“Not in that.” He shakes his head, “Has Oscar ever actually let you driven it?”

I bite my lip, not answering.

His eyes flick down to my lips, then back up at my eyes, “Come on then.” He snatches the keys right out of my hand!

“Norris!” I yell, hurrying after him and across the street as he walks faster, “Hey!”

I catch up to him on the other side, he’s still swinging the keys around his finger with a grin on his face, “Where’s the most open, empty road you know?”

I raise a brow and follow him into the parking structure, “Why…?”

Our car is easy to spot, he walks over to it, and to my surprise, finds his way to the passengers side. Looking at me over the expensive car, he tosses me the keys, “We’re gonna hit two hundred in this thing and I want to make sure there’s no bystanders in the car of your havoc.”

He slides into the car, making me squeal and swing the door open quickly, sliding into the way far back driver's seat and turning the keys into the ignition.

He sees my eyes light up as I adjust the seat, “You ever kart as a kid?”

“A bit. Got kicked out a few times.”

“Why…?”

I eye him and click my seatbelt into place, “Too fast, too reckless…”

He shakes his head and mumbles a curse under his breath before tightening his seatbelt. “Don’t make me regret this.”

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lando

I was right. Oscar has never let her drive his Mclaren before, and for good reason.

She can’t drive stick shift, first of all. But I only let her briefly panic before I grab a hold of the stick and tell her to go slow.

She does not go slow. Tate Mcrae is blasting through the speakers as she speeds up the empty street with the windows rolled down. The street is right next to the beach and I can see the sun about to go down.

Y/n break checks me and makes me hold on tighter. My arm is around the back of her seat so I can control the stick shift with my dominant hand. She’s laughing and going faster and faster by the second.

It doesn’t take her long before she gets the hang of it but I still hang onto the stick as she sings along to Sports Car.

I’m not stupid, I know her little games and yes, they might be working, but I will not be giving in. This week is supposed to be relaxing, recuperating, and definitely NOT romantic.

Although, the track that Y/n and I are heading is definitely not romantic. More on the side of we both want each other in a hot sexy way.

Her hair whips all around us as she turns the corner, making her way higher up the hill. I’m now realizing that the hill is more of a mountain, the street getting smaller and the trees growing farther away.

I watch her speedometer as it inches higher and higher, her smile growing bigger as it goes, “Christ, are all Piastri’s this quick?”

She laughs out loud, “Next time you compliment me try not to include my brother in it too!”

I can’t help but let out a laugh, staring at her profile as the landscape zips by us. Her cheeks are pink from the sun and I bet if I put my hand to her neck i’d be able to feel her heart racing.

I shouldn’t be thinking this. I know I shouldn’t. But my eyes wander too easily down her smooth skin, her bikini top untied with the strings hanging over her thin top like it’s nothing.

I drag my eyes off her tits and back on the road, knowing I'm in too deep for someone I just met. We slow down as we reach the top, or at least, where she thinks is close enough.

She practically jumps out of the car, running over to a small patch of flat land and a bench that overlooks the water.

“Holy shit.” I walk slowly behind her, looking out at the view and watching her figure jump up and down. I grab my camera that I forgot is around my neck and snap a photo.

She looks back at the perfect moment, her face shadowed and her hair a mess around her, but it just… fits.

I sit on the bench as she sets her ass down on the back of it, her feet tapping the wood next to me.

“So. Your first full day in Melbourne! Thoughts?”

I smile, “I’ve been here before.”

She groans, “Not with me. Was I a good tour guide?”

I nod, “The best.” We didn’t do a whole lot but that’s the best part. Y/n is completely fun but totally chill at the same time.

My phone lights up, it’s a text from Oscar.

“Osc says that Lily is Ok and they’ve been chilling at the house for a while. He’s asking where we are.” I look up at the girl whose eyes are set on the pink and orange sky.

“Tell him we’re making out sloppy style in his car.”

The only change in her behavior is a tiny tug on her mouth, “Trouble…” I mumble and text him that we’re watching the sunset and will be back soon.

“I’m only voicing what we both want.” Jesus Christ, this girl… I’m rarely speechless, especially after a comment like that. But this girl is insanely captivating and I've never wanted to give in more.

I’m struck again at how beautiful she is, the sky reflecting off her as if she’s a part of the earth.

“Nervous, Norris?” Her head dips down to my level.

“We should get back.” I say, leaning my head back on the wood.

“Cop out.” she whispers before hopping off the bench and moving back to the drivers side.

“Woah! You are not driving back.”

“Try and stop me.”

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you

I can’t drive stick. I wasn’t lying about that. Although now that I think about it, it would be a great way to get closer to a man.

Lando’s hand is over mine the whole way back. I insisted I could do it (or at least try!) but he guided my every move anyway. Hot. As. Fuck. I try to watch the road and not his huge veiny hands on mine, but mostly fail.

We’re split up after another quick dinner. I talk to Lily about her new addition to her shoe collection (a black boot semi-permanently on her foot as of today), while Lando, Oscar, and my Mom talk about the movie they’re watching.

I’m in my bed a while later, the lights still on in the hallway and Lando’s door hasn’t creaked shut yet so I know he’s not there.

My mom had thanked me immensely for showing Lando around and Oscar gave me a small thanks while looking at me funny. I don’t think he trusts me with his friend, especially with my past and a certain neighbor.

And sure, I want him to trust me! But I want Lando more.

I’m so zoned out that I don’t notice the man in my doorway, knocking on my open door with a tired smile on his face.

Lando has one hand in his pocket, looking sunkissed and content. “Hey.” I sit up, crossing my feet under me.

“Hi.” He smiles as if he’s about to blush, “I just wanted to say… Thanks for today. It was really fun.”

“I didn’t scare you too bad in the car?” I ask as his head meets my door, his neck straining against it.

“You weren’t too bad. Definitely got my adrenaline pumping.”

“Just say I'm an amazingly fast driver and move on.” I shrug, leaning back on my hands and puffing my chest out proudly.

He watches me- watches my body. I don’t have a bra on, something obvious in the cool space of our air conditioned house. I’m wearing a new set, light yellow with lacy little shorts. He likes it and I can tell.

He groans, running a hand down his face and shutting his eyes tight. “Your brother is gonna hate me by the end of this trip.”

I quirk a brow, playing the innocence card as I push a rogue strand of hair out of my face, “Why’s that?”

He looks at me again, his tongue running over his teeth as he challenges me. I want him, that’s the truth. But i’m not that easy.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, trouble.” he pushes off the door, turning around and not looking back.

“Dream about me. But don’t be too loud tonight, yeah?” I tease, “Thin walls. I learned that the hard way.” I emphasize ‘hard’ never missing an opportunity to tell a joke.

He throws up one hand, the other still on his face as he walks out of my room and turns to go to his. I smile to myself, standing up and shutting the door he was too busy to remember.

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di-lucss · 16 days ago

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I would love a little drabble or story abt ur last thought (Jason not being made for hookup culture). He’s not the guy that catches feelings from sleeping w someone but rather he needs feel something for someone before sleeping w them (or else he’ll feel like physically nauseous). Unfortunately he’s stuck fwbs!reader who is blissfully unaware of that b/c he (stupidly) agreed to whatever she said, hoping he could win her over (took advice from Dick, who also doesn’t have a successful love life, which seems a bit silly but hindsight 20/20).

ohhhhhh anon you lovely lovely person i have been WAITING for this request. since i’m not very good at writing fem!pov i hope you’re cool with vague second pov!! jason is so acespec coded i lobe him. i wrote this in like an hour and a half ummm this just shows you can do anything with a little inspiration and motivation.

cw: very mild suggestive content. yearning. so much yearning. non-graphic mentions of injuries. taking advice from richard john grayson.

word count: 0.6k.

tags: @dulcet-aurora @scrumptiouslylovingarcade ❪ feel free to dm me if you'd like to be added! ❫

thinking about fwb!jason todd.

fwb!jason todd who didn’t start sleeping with you just for the hell of it. you guys had been friends for a good long while; he’d crash at your apartment every now and then after patrols, you’d patch him up when he nearly bled out was grazed with a blade or a bullet or whatever.

fwb!jason todd whose feelings for you just kind of hit him one night out of nowhere when he was once again in need of your handy-dandy sewing skills—something you’d picked up in the months since he started barging through your living room window every few nights.

fwb!jason todd who didn’t even feel the needle piercing his skin as he stared at you. at the concentration in your eyes, the set of your brows, the way your tongue stuck out between your teeth just a touch as you did your best to keep the stitches on his side clean and even. you were always considerate like that; trying to make sure nothing scarred to badly, that he wasn’t in too much pain, that he

fwb!jason todd who didn’t even mean to kiss you when you looked up at him. it just kind of happened. it was clumsy and a little rushed, but it didn't feel like the rest. didn't feel wrong. didn't make him feel like his skin was crawling off his bones.

fwb!jason todd who's had hookups before, but none of them ever felt right. but when the two of you wound up tangled up under some throw blanket on your faded leather couch... he just couldn't explain it. it didn't feel like he was betraying himself. your body slotted against his like it was supposed to be there—smooth and right.

fwb!jason todd who woke up the next morning and you looked so peaceful sleeping on him, head on his chest, arms around his waist. he didn't feel repulsed, he felt a weird, uncommon sort of peace.

fwb!jason todd who wasn't really ready for the conversation that came after. the 'what is this now' talk. he'd never had to have that talk before, not with anyone else. all he knew was he didn't want to lose that feeling—whatever it really was—that he got from you.

fwb!jason todd who just nodded along to every word you said. 'i really liked last night.' so did he. 'i don't want it to make things awkward.' neither did he. 'i don't know that i'm in a place to have a relationship.' that one made his chest inexplicably tight. what were the two of you supposed to do then? go on like nothing happened? like it was just like any other night where you'd sew him up and he'd crash on the couch and be gone before dawn?

fwb!jason todd who nearly didn't catch the solution you gave; 'we could just... keep doing that. but like, as friends. if you want.' he didn't know that was really an option—not for him, with the complicated feelings that had apparently been building up inside him for this long. he could only say he'd think about it.

fwb!jason todd who left shortly after. he didn't stop thinking about it—couldn't, really. it was against his better judgement, but he went to the one person he knew more-than-likely had experience with these sorts of situations: dick. the guy had a colorful love life, he was the only one that made sense.

fwb!jason todd who only half-trusted dick's insight: being friends-with-benefits almost always ends with you guys dating. it wasn't what he wanted, not really. he liked the sex, he really did, but that wasn't the only thing he was hoping for. but if it was what he had to do to have even a small part of you, maybe he could hold out until you were ready.

fwb!jason todd who left dick's with not so much hope as determination. he could wait for you. as long as he needed to.

#i need him i need him i need him i need him i need him i need #im a acespec!jason truther guys idc #di-lucss © 2025 #⌗ 🌹. writing #⌗ 🍒. reqs #dc #dc comics #jason todd #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd x gn!reader #red hood #red hood x you #red hood x reader #red hood x gn!reader

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thisapplepielife · 2 months ago

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Written for @steddiebingo and @steddiesongfics.

we left our hearts on our sleeves (and the clothes all over the floor)

Steddie Bingo Prompt: Souvenir | Steddie Song Fics March Prompt: Free Space (Hotel Key by Old Dominion) | Word Count: 2000 | Rating: E | CW: Explicit Sex, Open Lavender Marriage, Recreational Weed/Alcohol Use | POV: Eddie | Tags: Future Fic, Old Friends, Reconnecting, One-Night Stand, Platonic Stobin, Happy Ending

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Eddie tugs on the collar of Steve's dress shirt, yanking him back into his body. Hotel key for a place down some street he can't even pronounce, burning a hole in his pocket. A chance meeting, a blast from the past that he never thought he'd see again. Steve Harrington. All grown up. Sitting at Eddie's regular bar, tie hanging loose around his neck.

Being sure it was him didn't even cross Eddie's mind, he just walked up behind him, and covered his eyes, leaning against his back. He'd recognize Steve anywhere, even with the years between them.

"Guess who?" Eddie had asked, leaning close to Steve's face.

Steve had laughed, open and bright, like he knew.

He did.

And now Eddie's hand shakes as he slides the key into the heavy lock, with Steve draped over his back, breathing down his neck. Lips brushing against his skin.

He's gonna have a one night stand with Steve Harrington.

Goddamn. Holy shit.

It's the laughing, the kissing, the wandering hands that are really doing it for Eddie. He's had hookups before, but this feels familiar, even if they've never done this before. Not together.

Steve's on his knees, forearms braced on the bed as Eddie slams into him, over and over. Thrusts knocking his hip bones against Steve's ass. And Steve takes him, moaning, clawing at the sheets, and it's the hottest fucking thing Eddie's ever experienced.

He's fucking Steve Harrington.

Twenty-year-old him, stumbling through the woods of the Upside Down scared to death, could have never fathomed this turn of events.

Good things come to those who wait, he guesses.

He reaches around and fists Steve's leaking cock. He's big, thick, and Eddie definitely wants to reverse their positions before Steve slips away for another dozen years.

"Harder," Steve demands, pushing back against Eddie, and fucking hell, Eddie will give it to him harder.

Controlled, firm thrusts. Not faster, he didn't ask for faster, he asked for harder, and Steve's hanging his head. Making a low, pornographic sound that Eddie prays will never stop rattling around in his brain.

He's keeping it, a souvenir, definitive proof the wild interlude in his otherwise rather mundane life actually happened.

Steve Harrington. Under him. Fuckin' A.

Eddie doesn't even want to blink, doesn't want to miss a moment of this. And he doesn't. He stays in the goddamn zone until Steve comes, clenching down on Eddie's cock, painting the sheets, and Eddie's fist.

Only then does Eddie stop holding out, giving one more hard thrust as he buries himself to the hilt, coming as he squeezes Steve's hip with his free hand.

Flopping onto the bed, avoiding the wet spot, Steve's chest is heaving. Eddie takes his hand into his own. Thumbing at the ring on his left hand. Steve hasn't said he's married, and Eddie isn't going to ask. Not his business.

"Robin," Steve says, "I'm married to Robin. But, you know, not like that."

"You're her beard?" Eddie asks, and Steve just shrugs against the pillow, shifting his hips. His cock is big, even soft, nestled against his thigh. Eddie wants it in his mouth, his ass, everywhere.

He wants to make sure neither of them can walk by morning. If they aren't crawling out of here, they didn't do it right.

"I guess? We're each other's? I don't know. It felt like the thing to do. I wanted to get married, and she wanted to stop having people look at her like there was something wrong with her. And my unused college fund was converted into a trust that wouldn't kick in until I was married, or fifty. So, we had more than one reason."

"Fifty, goddamn," Eddie says, that's a hell of a collar for his folks to put on him. They really must have been mad at him for not going to college, not following his father into the family business. Unless he has, now? He was in a suit.

"Kids?" Eddie asks, and Steve shakes his head. "She knows about you doing this?" Eddie follows up, waving their joined hands in the air.

Steve nods.

"She is not in charge of anything below my belt," Steve laughs, "that's a direct quote."

Eddie laughs. Steve married Robin in some sort of lavender marriage, and now he's the one that gets to fuck him tonight. He wasn't looking for love anyway. Win-win.

"I just have to be discreet. Nothing to raise eyebrows around town. So, business trips. You know?"

And Eddie nods. He isn't expecting anything more from him, this alone was above and beyond his wildest dreams.

"You being safe out there?" Eddie asks, "Staying out of the bathhouses and stuff?"

"Yeah," Steve says, nodding, "I mostly pick up women. It's easier, you know?"

Eddie knows, in theory. That's just not what butters his bread.

"But sometimes I just wanna get fucked. Lucky that I stumbled across you," Steve says with a smile, "It was nice to really let loose with a trusted old friend."

An old friend. He's old friends with Steve Harrington. That seems crazy, but it's true. They lived through their Vecna ordeal, and then just drifted away. But that summer of '86, they were friends. Real, true friends.

If he could stay in touch now, reconnecting with both him and Robin, that'd be pretty awesome. He's missed them.

"Pray tell, what does Steve Harrington do for a living?"

"Insurance. I sell insurance," Steve says, and Eddie grins.

Steve Harrington sells insurance. What's this world coming to?

Eddie feels warm and loose. They're working their way through the mini bar. Shots, a joint passed back and forth, and expensive mini bar snacks they're devouring after sharing the half ounce they were smoking from. Now, he's staring at Steve Harrington sitting in the middle of the bed, legs crossed, stoned, half-drunk, with a big ol' grin on his face. Eddie's t-shirt is the only stitch of clothes he has on.

Eddie's shirtless, standing at the foot of the bed, just watching him eating overpriced Pringles, and looking fucking gorgeous.

This is the best night Eddie's had in a long fucking time.

Eddie puts the do not disturb sign on the door, and turns and grins.

They might not have forever, but they have tonight.

It's three in the afternoon, and Eddie rolls closer to Steve. Check-out was technically noon, but they've slept through it, comfortable and warm together in this bed that Eddie isn't ready to leave.

Steve's on his back, and Eddie slings his leg over Steve's bare hips, grinding down on his thighs. Steve's big hands come up and grip his hips, his eyes still closed, but a smile is pulling at the corners of his lips.

Eddie toys with Steve's chest hair that is somehow thicker, even more impressive than it was back when they were just kids.

It's gorgeous. Steve's gorgeous.

Eddie wants it all. If this is all they get, he's gonna enjoy every second.

He wraps his hand around Steve's half-hard dick, and strokes him as he clenches his thighs, pulling himself upwards. Reaching for the bottle of lube on the nightstand, and he slicks up his own fingers, pushing two inside himself. Getting himself ready as he lazily strokes Steve to full hardness underneath him.

Steve's arms are tucked behind his head, and he looks confident, cocky. Satisfied.

He looks happy.

"Are you happy?" Eddie asks, and Steve's smile blooms. A mischievous, toothy grin that Eddie hasn't seen since they were sneaking cigarettes, and yeah, a little weed, behind Robin's back during that summer when they were supposed to be resting. Healing.

"I've got no complaints at the moment," Steve answers.

Eddie meant in life, all of life, but he'll take it. He's making Steve happy right now, and that sends a wave of want through him as he brushes against his own prostate.

He whines, closing his eyes, tilting his head backwards.

"You gonna do that without me?" Steve asks, teasing, and Eddie shakes his head. He's ready. Fuck. He's more than ready.

He extracts his fingers, and has Steve open a condom with his unslick fingers. Then Eddie slides it on Steve's cock, then sinks down on him with a groan. He's so fucking full.

If Steve's happy, Eddie's elated.

"Goddamn, Eddie," Steve says, hand reaching up to brush Eddie's hair out of his face. It's soft, tender, and the warm sunlight casting a glow around the rented room makes it feel magical.

Eddie works himself up and down, enjoying the view of Steve below him in the glow of this afternoon delight.

He laughs, and Steve cocks an eyebrow, amused.

"Rubbin' sticks and stones together make the sparks ignite," he sings, and Steve's stomach ripples with laughter. Delighted. Hips coming up off the bed, driving himself deeper into Eddie.

Eddie moans.

"Best afternoon delight I've had in years," Steve teases.

The thought of loving him is an exciting jolt, but one Eddie knows he'll have to tamp down. Bury deep.

They've got this.

And this is good.

With the sun setting, Steve picks up the room key off the table, and slides it into his pocket. Eddie grins, he's totally fine with Steve keeping that as a souvenir of their night together. He wishes he'd thought of it first.

Eddie scrawls his number on a sheet of hotel stationary, and puts it on top of Steve's jacket. No pressure. But if he doesn't want to lose touch again, the ball can be in his court.

He knows they can't re-open this door. Physically and metaphorically. But they were friends first, and he'd love to be able to say that again. Steve still presses him into the door, while they're on this side of it, locked in their bubble, and kisses him.

"This was fun," he says when he pulls back.

"Definitely," Eddie agrees, and he wants to throw out the offer that he's always available for a repeat performance, but he doesn't want to make Steve let him down gently.

"It was good to see you," Steve says, and wraps him up in a warm hug that Eddie greedily accepts.

"Tell the wife hi," Eddie teases as they pull apart. Steve grins, promises he will, and then he's gone.

Three months later, Steve is sitting in the same bar, but he's turned towards the room, as if he's waiting. For someone, or something.

Eddie grins, and hell, maybe Steve was.

He steps up next to him, and looks down, "Hey, stranger."

Steve smiles, reaching out to let his fingers graze Eddie's thigh. Then he reaches into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out a familiar hotel key. Different room number, though.

Eddie's about to make a comment, when Robin slides onto the open stool next to Steve.

"Buckley!" he shouts, a little too loud before wrapping her up in a hug she's fighting more than reciprocating. But she's laughing.

"Get off me," she says, and he does. But he stands there grinning at her. Maybe Steve was waiting for her, not Eddie. But he had the hotel key, so now Eddie's just confused.

"What are you doing here?" he asks.

"Accompanying my husband to meet up with his boyfriend," she snarks, in a hushed whisper.

Eddie's not, they're not, but maybe. They've talked a few times. But he had no idea Steve was coming back to town. It was never mentioned.

Steve's grinning, and like, goddamn. Fuck yes. Game on.

"If you steal a second key as another souvenir we may get real famous on the behind the desk do not rent to bulletin board," Eddie teases, and Steve giggles, reaching forward, slipping the offered key into Eddie's back pocket.

"Totally worth it," Steve says, grinning.

They'll just find another hotel, next time. Or Steve can just come home with Eddie if they're actually doing this, with Robin's blessing, apparently.

Because Eddie already knows, looking in Steve's eyes, there's gonna be a next time.

And more.

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crepezinhos · 2 months ago

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Aventurine’s Suicide Note

POV: It’s been only a week since Aventurine tried to commit suicide in Penacony, and failed at doing so, yet, it feels like it’s been months. You two don’t really talk anymore, specifically, not about anything else that wasn’t his attempt and the letter he did for it, and it’d always lead to exhausting discussions about your relationship with him that only seemed to crack it even more. Neither of you want to be like this anymore, ghosting each other’s presence in your apartment as if you were strangers. That’s why you decided to give him a chance to make up for his wrongs, and show you what he meant when he said he desired you in his letter. Art Credits

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is an angsty (with slight comfort) NSFW piece

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Contains: Mentions of detailed SA, suicide, slavery, physical and mental abuse and friend-zoning. This work also contains optional visual links.

— AU is: In-Game

— Switch!Aventurine x Stoneheart!Reader

“Kakavasha.” Hearing you call out his real name after so many hours in silence made his whole body curl on itself with anxiety, making him pull the sheets on top of him a bit harder.

Your voice was as gentle and soft as before all the recent events in Penacony, yet, he dreaded it more than anything. He was ashamed to acknowledge you, to listen to you, to look at you… ashamed of himself.

“I don’t want us to be like this.” Meanwhile, you laid in the bed with your belly turned up, blankly staring at the white roof above you and him, waiting for any sort of answer from him, whose back was all you could see.

But as silence prevailed in the room, you sighed and closed your eyes in disappointment. That helped you concentrate on the memories your head was playing of your whole life to help you find more things to say to him.

It all started when you two met each other when the same man bought the both of you, and dozens of other slaves to be his servants. He gave every two slaves a cell to live in together, although all the work you two did was independent, and you ended up with him as your partner. 35 and 36 were your respective numbers along with a matching tattoo you two had on the left side of your neck. The depression of being a slave made it hard for you two to communicate and bond at first, but you two eventually built a weird, but helpful bond. One where he’d always try to help you with your tasks, where you’d let him teach about and practice his clan’s rituals with you, and more especially, one where he’d always comfort you after the abuse.

…

The memories flooded your mind.

Being taken to some isolated room by force, then being forced to strip down or having your clothes ripped away by his hands, and then having your body invaded, touched, used, humiliated even, for the sake of the pleasure of your master…

Sometimes he’d even have more men in the room to witness the shows or even participate in them…

It happened multiple times. Each round made you lose more and more of yourself. The sole reason why you didn’t lose faith in men was because the person who would comfort you after these dark moments was a man too. Kakavasha. He didn’t understand the concept of rape, much less the consequences of it, yet, he took care of you for hours. He only learned that the reason you’d suddenly come back to your cell completely shaky and repulsive of physical touch, sometimes naked too, was because you were raped almost 2 years after getting out of that hellhole. Then, he finally started to understand and relate to your shy personality.

You still remember the day he killed the man with his own hands. All the other slaves were immediately happy with the news and fled as soon as possible, but Kakavasha refused to get out of there without you. He went back to your cell, unchained your wrists and neck and started dragging you by your wrist out of there. He refused to let go of it, even when he wanted to rest, when he needed both his hands to work, and especially, even when IPC wanted to recruit him. The pink-haired woman who negotiated with him was solely interested in him and his cursed luck, ignoring your presence and taking it as an inconvenience mostly, but he wouldn’t agree with any of her contracts if it didn’t include you.

That’s how you got your first title in the IPC: The Secretary of Strategic Investment Departments. It technically meant you were Kakavasha’s secretary since you were in his team. Only many years later you managed to get yourself a Stoneheart title, Ruby, gaining a lot of trust and respect from all of those who underestimated you, and you viewed as a leech to Aventurine.

All these dear memories and many others are why you feel so betrayed and hurt right now. He desired to throw it mall of that away. He tried to throw all of it away. How unfair, isn’t it? While you were trying your best to retrieve his cornerstone from the Family, he was getting ready to sacrifice himself and leave you behind. A few minutes before he was announcing his little game to the whole planet, you came to your hotel room exhausted only to find his stuff entirely packed, all the lights tuned off and with a weird letter sitting at the only desk of the room.

Why were you even giving yourself all this work of reliving such bittersweet moments? You’ve already pointed out the fact that he was trashing everything he’s built and all the connection you two had in previous fights anyway…

“We’re still best friends, aren’t we? Even if you broke my heart, the same way I must’ve broken yours too, we’re still the same, right?” You tried cheering Aventurine up, acting enthusiastically, but his body still seemed as immobile as a statue. So you sighed again, your fake smile dying. “I’ve been thinking a lot about you wrote.” You spoke more seriously, pausing for a moment to remember the content in the letter and what you had to say about it.

At first, you picked the letter thinking it was a message from the IPC, but when you realized the handwriting belonged to Aventurine, you found yourself more confused. After all, if he wanted to tell you something, he could’ve just texted you, right?

It started off with an apology for not being home or answering your earlier texts, then it transitioned to him retelling your history with him with a lot of passion, your current friendship with him and how he values it more than anything. Money, the IPC and even his own life. But you weren’t expecting the stakes of the letter to go downhill, and as fast as the speed of light.

“Although our friendship seems to be very well established to you, for me, it isn’t. For me, it is as unstable as this planet, and it’s all because of me. I hate to bring you into this, Y/N, but I can’t let myself die without being completely honest to you in this final letter. I am in love with you, Y/N. I am painfully, desperately and agonizingly head over heels for you, Y/N. I wonder how your face is like reading this, but I’d rather let curiosity torture me. Whether you reciprocate me or not, they’d make me feel even worse about what I’m doing right now, and I want to at least die peacefully. Going back to the main point, this is something that I’ve been closeting for years, something I’ve been neglecting for years. I’ve only come to accept it recently, when I decided that it’s not really worth living anymore, so I might as well just be open about it to you. You’re a wonderful woman, Y/N. Your self-steem might be low, you might find yourself vulnerable, weak, untalented and unattractive, but I assure you that no one views you like this. I, personally, view you as the complete contrary. Every single thing about you is perfect to me. Remember those few times we would dance together? The few times we danced here? Especially to White Night? You were always shy and awkward at first, but when you slowly started opening yourself more and start actually dancing, you had me almost passing out, Y/N. Whether it was because of how charming and beautiful you looked, how much I admired you, or the pain of knowing that you would never let me hold you closer, show you the love you deserve, kiss your lips, hold your hips and guide your body as we jammed to those songs. Please, even after I die, I want you to always remember you’re more than your fears and your position at the IPC. I want you to look at yourself in the mirror and always fill your lungs with confidence before going out. Even if I might always be nothing more than a dear friend to you, I don’t want you to ever pity me for this. I want to respect your boundaries and I want you to do it too. But I do love you, Y/N. More than anything.

You dear friend, Kakavasha.”

It was tough for you to absorb the information that Aventurine’s gaze upon you wasn’t innocent or a part of his confident facade and that it was lustful. To learn that he fantasized with something so impossible to you made you feel horrible for the man, even the pity that he begged you not to feel. You’d never tell him you were feeling pitiful, of course, but you still accepted that guilt, and you truly felt motivated to use it as a fuel for a new experiment.

“I want to give you a chance, Kakavasha.” Confessing such heavy words also made you want to avoid looking at him, who has been staring at the nightstand beside him while listening to you.

“No.” He suddenly mumbled, which surprised you. “I don’t want you to feel pity for me. I don’t deserve it and you don’t deserve it. It’s not fair… and it’s not what I want.” His voice was firm, far from what you usually hear from him.

“Well then. What do you want, Kakavasha?” You answered a bit enthusiastically again, wanting to keep him talking the most you could.

“If anything were to ever happen between us, I want it to be genuine. Something you’ve started to feel without me interfering the same way I did. But now, it just feels wrong.” You could sense his stress behind his slightly broken voice.

“Why?” You were slightly offended by his words.

“Because you are a victim of rape, Y/N!” He snapped with your innocence and rose from his place, sitting in the bed while he turned his whole body to you. “I should’ve died! All those things I wrote in the letter were supposed to be my last words, not my actual confession! Now it just feels I’m trying to trick into feeling bad for me and romancing with me and you’re falling for it…” You also rose up from your place as he screamed at you for balance, but unfortunately, couldn’t bring himself to speak much more than that due to his growing distress, sighing as he rubbed his fingers in his eyes afterwards.

“I-I understand that I am a bit afraid indeed, Vasha, but I don’t feel I’m falling for anythin—” You tried giggling it off to hide your real anxiety, but Kakavasha was reciprocating none of your patience.

“Yes, you are! You don’t think you’re falling for it because you already fell! You might not understand it yet, Y/N, but I do. This is not a part of your nature anymore. It was ruined and ripped away from you by our master, and that’s okay! Life has much more to it than this! You don’t need it to live properly! But this feeling is real Y/N, and most of us feel it. Most of us would rather to live their lives with someone to share their love with, and I’m one of them. I’m a desperate lost case! God, I’m so obsessed with you I’ve even asked Topaz if you had ever shared a secret of this kind with her because I was throbbing to learn if I was in your mind? It could even be someone else, but she’d always tell me ‘no’! I’ve even paid her to talk to you about it, try to indulge you into telling her any information, she’d come back with nothing? You see, Y/N? You don’t feel that need! You probably think I’m disgusting now anyway…” You couldn’t deny that what he told about Topaz was a bit shocking. If you ever told her anything lewd in those conversations, would she really tell Aventurine without your knowledge? Those few conversations weren’t innocent girl-talk as she called it?

But you really couldn’t find yourself mad at him in the end of the day, despite him believing you already were. You just didn’t know what to say. He had a really fair point about your mind. You were very knowledgeable about many sorts of topics, enough to protect yourself even, but you were truly inexperienced about love. Were you just falling for his words? But it doesn’t feel like it. It just feels like your heart is softening… opening itself for a new thing.

But, he seemed so insistent about you and he has so much more knowledge too. Maybe he is right. He’s a better source than you are, and maybe it’s just better to accept it. So you looked away from him, your eyes meeting the window of the room, displaying the flashy streets of Penacony under the moonlight.

“I-I’m sorry.” Kakavasha suddenly leaned in and hugged you from behind, his forehead resting in your shoulder. “You’re just really precious to me, Y/N, and I don’t want to lose out relationship for something so stupid.” He whispered softly, contrasting his previous tone, but making you relax your muscles a bit.

Despite being a risky bet, seeing how he had relaxed opened a path for you to continue arguing with him instead of letting the conversation die.

“So what if it’s out of pity, Vasha?” You tried waiting for an answer but nothing came out of him, so you opted to continue. “So what if you’ve messed me up and this is just a momentary curiosity that I’ll forever regret later? Do you think it’s more worth for me to live full of unresolved fears rather than trying to face them even if I fail?” He sighed in distress again seeing you didn’t want to end the conversation. He really wishes you could both just ignore the fact that he tried to commit suicide.

“That’s not what I mean, Y/N. I just think that you’re not likely to like it and I don’t want to be the one that ruins your expectations of this even more.” He pulled himself away from you, refusing to even look at you as he offended you.

“Who do you think you are to judge what I want and what I don’t?!” You gave him a little push as you snapped, recovering a bit of power for yourself. “And what if I like it, Vasha? What if you’re simply wasting your own luck away? It’s a risky gamble, I won’t lie to you, but that’s your niche, isn’t it?!” You paused for a moment, recovering all the air you’ve lost from the screaming. “You prefer gamble on your own death rather than gamble on me and you?!” You started to feel pressure in the back of your eyes, signaling you had tears coming down, and you did nothing to stop them.

Kakavasha remained as silent as a rock. The answer was obvious to the both of you, but he didn’t want to admit it, prefering to endlessly stare at the nothingness ahead of him as he absorbs your sorrow in silence.

You had a lot more to say to him, a lot more reasons to show him, but his lack of response made you conclude the case on your own. He didn’t want it, he didn’t want to be convinced, and there’s nothing you can do about it rather than respect him even if it hurt you a lot.

So you wheezed. With a lot of untold anger behind it that you didn’t want to express.

“Good night, Vasha.” You spat at him, trying your best to not let yourself go madder while laying down in the bed to get ready to sleep again. “I just hope you understand how uncomfortable it is to know that I was in that letter as a burden to you, as the main reason for you to feel so depressed to the degree of suicide, and that I can’t do nothing about it and I just have to accept the role that I have of being the most useless friend—” Before you could turn your whole body to the window of the room and ignore his presence in the bed for the whole night, you felt his hand hook your left shoulder hard, and hold your body in that previous angle you were at, only to meet Aventurine launching into you like a hungry animal and shutting your mouth with his lips.

You were stoned, unable to react to it even if all your limbs were perfectly available to push him away from you. You didn’t want to. It was the first time in many years that you felt a pair of lips against yours, and the first time those lips belonged to Kakavasha. It didn’t feel bad. It honestly felt like a need he awakened insideyou. Although the lack of given consent was not something you were a fan of, you knew Kakavasha. He would never do something like this in normal circumstances, much less to hurt you.

As soon as Kakavasha felt your body ease and melt into the heavy kiss that he insisted on, he finishing towering his body above yours, placing his own knees around yours, cornering them, and his pale palms pressing the pillow under your head down.

“Shut up…” He paused the kiss for a brief moment to murmur the order in an angry tone. “You’re not… a burden... or useles...” Even if Kakavasha had so many things to say to you, he didn’t want to stop kissing you at all. “You’re anything… but a burden… to me.” After all, your wet lips felt great just as he dreamed it to be.

Your cold hands ran up to latch on his head to keep him kissing you with no breaks in between making him shiver even harder in excitement.

Pulling his head deeper into yours forced his tongue to invade your mouth, sticky noises and groans beginning to fill the space between you two as saliva started to mix in your mouths and your tongues danced together.

For almost a minute, you two just stopped thinking just to fully focus on feeling each other. His head, who had most power between you two, turned to many different angles just to explore the most corners of your mouth he could, and you accepted it bravely. Your foreheads were rubbing together almost painfully, noses touching each other’s cheek, but no further physical contact was being done between you two. You could swear he was wishing he could move his hands, though. But as expected, he preferred to respect your limits.

And then, when he was finally done, he pulled his tongue and lips out of you. He didn’t dare separating your foreheads or break eye contact. You two were just staring each other. You, who looked at him more surprised, overwhelmed and uncertain, while he was visibly looking at you with arousal and desire.

“Y/N…” He moaned your name like a prayer. “I… I want more.” He confessed ins hoarse mumble, his cheeks blushing in a red tone that you’ve never seen before, even harder seeing how you immediately reacted to it with more shock. “I promise you, I just want to make you feel good… make you feel loved. That’s all. Really, I’ll be gentle, I’ll be slow, I’ll do whatever you have in your head, I’ll—” His eyes squinted, begging you for continuity as his voice slightly broke with despair and embarrassment.

You couldn’t help but start breathing a little bit faster than you were, your eyes turning away from his intense gaze.

Sex.

How come you haven’t thought of this after all you’ve read and heard from him yet? For the kind of man he currently is, it was idiotic of you to assume he wouldn’t desire you in such a lustful way. And now that the reality started hitting you, it felt weird. It was bizarre to think of you and him doing something like that.

The touching, the looking, the hearing, the moaning, the thrusting, the nudity, the feeling…

You really wish you could view it positively… fall in love with it, but he was right, your mind had been ruined for this sort of thing. It would always turn your imaginations of this into your real memories of it, which made your body sweat in fear and your legs to rub against each other in reluctance.

“That’s why I think we shouldn’t do this, Y/N. You don’t like it… You can’t like it.” He weakly smiled down at you seeing how uneasy you were with his confession.

“N-No!” You quickly reached down for his arms before he could get off you, caging yourself under him. “D-Do it… Please.” You used your fingers to gently brush his wrists, trying to convince him to stay.

Kakavasha was definitely a little surprised, even a bit aroused, with your initiative. You found motivation by the mere fact that you never felt an ‘orgasm’, and according to many women you’ve heard talking about it, it feels wonderful, even if it is at the price of doing something like this, which is so expensive to you.

“Are you… serious..?” Kakavasha’s eyes were shining with excitement, although he tried to maintain his concerned look.

“I want believe that this is as good as people say, and trust you to be the one doing it.” The more you spoke to Kakavasha, the more his violet eyes seemed to gain life.

“Y/N, I—” He chuckled a bit, feeling too embarrassed and joyful to keep making eye contact with you. “I really love you.” He whispered as his arms started to bend over, his whole body resting on top of yours gently. “More than anything.” And finally, he took your lips into his again with a kiss much more intense.

You decided to simply move your arms upward and hug his neck this time with your arms. You weren’t even pulling him into you, you were just trying to find some shelter under him, especially due to how truly nervous you still felt.

Unfortunately, you didn’t get to appreciate much of Kakavasha’s lips because he wanted to keep going as you allowed him to do so. So, he slowly pulled away from you and slid down to your neck, introducing himself there with a gentle bite in your skin. You couldn’t help but gasp in shock and pleasure and curl your fingers in his locks, your head unconsciously turning aside and giving him more space to savor. As expected, it was your first time ever being touched like this in such a place, so your reactions were way more sensitive and energetic than they should be. You felt like a total virgin under him even if you already had already been introduced to sex multiple times.

Can you really say you’re not a virgin anymore because of that, though?

“This tattoo…” Kakavasha’s tongue was mainly working in one spot of your neck, the tattoo you shared with him, even if his voice sounded so revolted and disgusted at the sight of it. “Do you even realize how strong you actually are, Y/N? This tattoo… It brands you as nothing but a slave… for either labour or pleasure… but you still keep it… and I’ll make sure I’ll give it another meaning.” You couldn’t deny those therapeutic words felt great to listen, and accompanied by the way he bit and licked your muscled skin so gently, made your first moan of his name to escape your mouth.

“Vasha..!” As soon as you pronounced that nickname, he grunted hard under his throat in pure appreciation of what you had moaned.

In previous nights, Kakavasha could never find the courage to tell any of his partners that he had a real name behind ‘Aventurine’, a name he really wished he could hear as a moan throughout the act. And now that he’s finally listening to it, and coming from someone so special to him like you, he couldn’t help but feel like going even deeper into you. He desperately wanted to take your clothes off.

“Fuck…” He cussed, trying to fight his urges back.

He urgently kept sucking and licking the skin around your tattoo, as if he was a wolf eating a piece of fresh meat, for a whole moment, trying to not rush himself with you. He would need to keep putting in his head again and again that you would need a lot of patience and prepare for this, and that he couldn’t just go savage with you, unfortunately. But if it meant he would get the opportunity to finally make love to you, after so many years yearning for any crumb, he would be happy to follow your pace.

When Kakavasha finally felt he’d done enough, he slowly pulled out of you, noticing a big pink mark covering the spot he made out with. He smirked for a quick moment, knowing it would soon turn darker and noticeably brand him there and that he could officially keep going.

He rose his torso slowly, killing his smirk in the process to avoid scaring you, his eyes meeting the sight of you, a hit overstimulated, and giving his arms space to reach the handles of your nightgown.

“May I?” His voice was soft and calm, his fingers brushing your clothes with delicacy.

You weakly nodded with closed eyes. You didn’t want to watch him taking his first look at such an intimate and vital part of you. You didn’t even quite want him to be seeing it in the first place, but you knew it was something necessary… at least for guys. But you were surprised at how resistant you were being with your hesitation. You were not familiar with the feeling having someone taking off your clothes so passionately like this and being so kind with the content behind it, meaning your memories couldn’t really ruin the experience of it or impede Kakavasha from doing it.

When your nude breasts finally popped out, Kakavasha moaned in desire, letting your nightgown rest below them to not make you any more uncomfortable. To control a bit of your anxiety, your hands moved under the pillow your head lied on and held it tight, your legs crushing against each other.

“Aeons… You’re divine…” Kakavasha grunted with an excited smile as he leaned his face down and gave your left boob a lick.

Shivers went down your body when you felt it, a high-pitched moan accompanying it. It felt so different to have a tongue licking your breast and a hand fondling the other with so much love when were used to having them simply squished like a fidget, and your nipples pinched to pain you and take pleasure on it. But once again, Kakavasha contrasted all those memories and replaced it with new ones, and that gave you so much pleasure. He was being so soft and attentive to them, actually trying to savor every corner of them and look for spots that made you feel the most comfortable so he could stimulate you.

“Kakavasha..!” You moaned his full name as you felt slightly overwhelmed with that new, weird pleasure, a hand of yours reaching down to his hand fondling your breast and trying to give him some assistance by guiding it.

You never thought you’d want him to press your breast any harder than he was, and neither did he. He was trying so much to keep his touch as light as a tickling feathers, but he was happy to see you wanting more.

“Is everything okay so far, Y/N?” His eyes looked up to you for that brief moment, but not stopping making out with your nipple. You nodded more quickly than before, wanting him to keep focusing on doing whatever he was doing to you. “Great…” He smiled for a moment before going back all into you.

You arched your back as you felt him start to suck you with the assistance of his tongue twirling around your skin. It obviously aroused him to have you serving yourself for him so voluntarily like that, so much that he had breathe in and out heavily to calm himself down. He even wondered if he was inside a dream all along, but he couldn’t care less about it at this point. He was loving doing that to you.

You were already feeling so cloudy with all that you could barely think about anything else that wasn’t him and his mouth. You couldn’t even decide whether you wanted to help him fondle your boob or help him suck the other. Although you technically could use your other free hand to do the job of holding his head, you didn’t want to lose the comfort of holding the pillow. You knew you’d become unstable and scared if you let it go.

“Hmmmmmm… They feel so good, Y/N…” He grunted, his voice hoarse with satisfaction, in between the sucking. “I wish I could spend a whole day just showing them love…” Kakavasha’s mouth popped out of your breast, quickly moving to give a kitten lick and a smooch on the other one, pushing your and his hand away from it in the process.

Then, he rose his body, kneeling on top of you. He slowly started to unbutton his black and golden shirt from his pijama set, which was already halfway unbuttoned before all of this. You couldn’t deny that seeing him take his clothes off and meeting his nude chest made your heart start beating even faster, as if it was about to pump out of your chest. Was this how he felt seeing your chest too? But it didn’t make sense. You’d seen Kakavasha shirtless before… multiple times, actually. Sometimes when he showered in your shared room and needed to walk back to it, he didn’t mind covering anything above his waist. But you had mostly seen it when he was working. When the heated weather was so severe that he took his shirt off to refresh his body and improve elasticity. You’d even see it a few times when he was dragged back to your cell after punishment, which was almost always physical.

Was is the context of the situation what made you so nervous and turned on with that sight?

He still had the same physique you remembered him to have. Long and slim chest, with slightly worked-out muscles that could only be visible when he made the effort of showing them off. The only difference was the fact he wasn’t painfully slim anymore to the point where his rib cage was visible.

While you kept unconsciously staring at him, he obviously noticed your gaze and he was a bit awkward with it despite having shown his chest to many other women before.

“Y/N.” He woke you up back to reality. “Do you… want to touch me?” He slowly ran his fingers down his chest, trying to seduce you into the act of touching him.

You didn’t want to answer him with words, but your hands definitely did the job of telling him what you wanted.

You didn’t want to touch him a lot. You just wanted to feel the softness of his skin and acknowledge what you were about to deal with. Reassure yourself that there was nothing to fear at this moment.

“Y/N…” He moaned your name when your hand reached his belly and the tip of your fingers slid upwards to his sternum, a hand of his reaching down to his crotch and pressing it down, trying to hide his growing erection from you so you wouldn’t get distracted or scared.

Bu that obviously called your attention and your gaze looked down at it, figuring that he was building a boner unconsciously while you touched him. The more you found yourself closer and closer to the final act of sex, the more you felt nervous, but somehow excited too.

That’s how you found the courage to kneel up on the bed to align with his height and move his hand away from his erection to replace it with yours instead, cupping and caressing it gently, which immediately made him quiver in his spot.

“Y-Y/N!” He moaned more desperately, his hands reaching your shoulders so he could find balance in his position and also feel a bit of you too.

You didn’t say anything to him for an answer, fully flustered and focused on what you were doing. It was hard, as expected, and it felt a bit thick. But you couldn’t deny how uncanny it felt to be holding something you were so repulsive of, especially when it hardened even more with your touch.

In a blink, you pulled your hand away from his pants, creeped out by it after thinking too much about what you were doing. The deeper you went through with this, the more reality hit you, and you didn’t want to face it yet. So you let it go, letting your curiosity about his anatomy consume you.

“S-Sorry…” He whispered shyly, avoiding eye contact with you when he saw your widened, scared eyes.

“N-No… I should be the one apologizing.” Instead of letting your hands rest in the air doing nothing after acting so rude, you decided to rest them in his shoulders. “I just… wanted to feel you, but—… I don’t know how far I can go, Vasha…” His gaze went back to you while you told him how you felt while yours turned away.

He didn’t say anything at first, thinking about what to do with what you said. The more he thought what to say to you, the more his smile died.

“Do you… want to stop..?” He whispered a bit sadly.

And just like he did just now, you remained quiet. It’s not that you wanted to say ‘No’, but you were so reluctant with the future ahead of you. Then it hit you. Another reality hit you. Look how far you’ve gone with him yet. He kissed you, made out with your neck, took off your nightgown, made out with your boobs… the stakes aren’t going to go too higher, are they?

Shit, you had gone so far with him, you didn’t even realize your nightgown had dropped from your belly to your knees because of you sitting up, leaving you singularly with your underwear.

…

He’s been looking at you like this during all this time, and he didn’t even think about saying anything to you, touching you… much less hurting you.

…

Even if you may not like whatever is ahead of you, you were safe, right? If you tell him to stop, he’ll stop, won’t he?

…

“No.” You confidently said, which brought a smile back to his lips along with a chuckle.

“I promise you, it’ll all be ok.” He moved a hand of his up to your cheek, cupping it as gently as you cupped his erection, his head leaning down to whisper in your ear as well. “Lay down for me, Y/N.” His soft voice made your body immediately weaken in submission.

You nodded and slowly let him help you lay down back to your spot in the bed just like you were previously. Kakavasha watched you with lust reflecting in his eyes.

“May I… take this off?” He asked as his hands landed on your hips, his fingers slowly fitting themselves under the side edge of your panties, but still waiting for your full consent.

You had to swallow down all the saliva pooling in your mouth to not pass out with his initiative. And with that move, a bit of your anxiety was also brought down with it, allowing you to relax a bit.

“… Y-Yes…” You mumbled weakly and Kakavasha nodded before finally starting to pull it down.

It was careful, considerate and slow, as you expected from him, but you still could not handle the pressure you truly felt about it.

“W-Wait!” You put a palm in front of your genitalia and shut your legs together before he could fully see it, agonizingly edging him.

Even if he couldn’t see it, the tease of only your hand covering it was almost making him drool with the tease of it. He’s been wanting to have the privilege of miring you like this for all these years you’ve known each other. Of course he was starving to see what was under your hand, but he was so proud of you now that he was wail king to wait for extra 20 years to get to see the flesh uber your hands.

“S-Sorry…” He painfully chose to look away and drop your panties at your knees, resting his hands on the bed instead, although his dick was sucking all the blood from his circulation, begging to keep savoring the view.

For a good moment you just started to breathe all the air that you needed. You were reasonably nervous completely and ashamed. Your body wasn’t pure, it was an object, or at least used as one, left so traumatized it was almost impossible to feel confident looking at it. Your vulva was supposed to be a secret you’d take to your grave, especially what was inside of it. Even your breasts were supposed to be a secret, but the abuse done to your genital had generally been way worse.

What if you weren’t strong enough to resist your discomfort and let yourself go this? What if you decide to stop this, go to sleep, and start pretending this never happened? It would hurt him horribly, wouldn’t it? Especially after you’ve insisted so much about how uncomfortable you felt being a burden to him.

You really don’t want to upset him. You truthfully just want to see him and you thrive together as a duo, either friends or couple and get him away from suicidou-se as much as you can.

Breathing in and out helped you calming down once again. You decided to not stop it. Not yet. You should at least try to let him try. He deserves it, you deserve it. The poor man wasn’t even daring to look at it, only taking a few peeks here and there. At this point, he wasn’t even considering letting himself breathe without your consent.

“If it comforts you… I don’t intend to… put it in yet…” His eyes were truly doing maximum force to not look at you as he talked, but he couldn’t avoid the burning fever in his cheeks at all.

You immediately sighed in relief after hearing that statement.

Although your knowledge of these things is very little for a woman of your age, you knew it was possible to make a woman feel good in multiple ways.

You angled your head down, trying to search for more clarification.

“I-I’ll use my fingers.” He nervously stated when he noticed you were looking at him. “I’ll go slow, of course… I just want to make sure you’re… prepared… for more.” A little grin showed in your lips at his consideration of you in the choice of his words. It was so unnatural, but so calming and important to you, that it successfully managed to get you to ease your trembling body.

“Okay…” It even got you speaking confidently, your middle and ring finger finally dissecting from each other along with your legs, giving him space to see your pussy.

“Aeons.” That was all he could say that was appropriate to your needs, his hands gripping on the sheet as tight as he could.

“D-Don’t stare too much…” You couldn’t bare the pressure of him looking st you anymore, almost shutting your legs in fear.

“I can’t… You’re too beautiful.” He started to crouch closer to your organ, his hands slowly sliding between your thighs to reopen your legs again and give him space to fit his head them.

In quick seconds, you felt a hand of his let go of your thigh and a pair of fingers lay on top your clit and give it a soft squeeze right after, making your legs shiver and squeeze around his head.

“V-Vasha!” You screamed in shock, feeling ticklish with every touch of his.

“You’re so, so beautiful…” His voice was hoarse and lustful as all his attention was dragged down to your pussy, his fingers gently beginning to slide up and down, stopping at your both hole and bit every round to tease them a bit more.

“K-Kakavasha!” You moaned his name again and again, feeling numb with the stimulation he repetitively did to your organ.

“I’m here, Y/N…” He couldn’t wait any longer to give you an orgasm, his middle finger finally beginning to roll into your hole with delicacy.

Once again, it was slow and gentle, but it was enough to make tears form in the back of your eyes from the pleasure. His finger was long, but thin, perfectly resembling a small version of a penis, which was why it felt so bizarre to you, but since it didn’t feel as overwhelming as an actual dick, it managed to make you feel good too. Kakavasha thankfully didn’t dare move after he put it all inside you too, which definitely helped you process the feeling, his eyes staring at yours precisely, waiting for any signs of either consent or comfort.

The sensation of feeling your insides around his finger was tortuous to him. He desperately wanted his aching erection to be inside there and feeling your right walls instead, but he knew he’d have to work for it and he didn’t mind spending hours fingering you for it.

“Y-You don’t need to… wait for me everytime.” You looked down at him again, also wanting to see how the scene of you being fingered looked like.

“Of course I do.” Although his words were a bit firmer this time, his smirk and actions were completely contradictory to his toughness.

He started moving his finger, rubbing it softly on many spots while beginning to set a pace for the amateur thrusting. And surprisingly, he risked a lot of your consent when he decided to suddenly launch his mouth onto your swollen clit too.

Your back arched when you felt him lick your clit up and down, a stingy wave of pleasure hitting you whole. Kakavasha was pushing his own head against your clit like a starved dog, and that forced your fingers to flee from your vulva and find shelter in the pillow again if you wanted to feel more of that.

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“W-Wow!” You weren’t really aware it was possible to have both fingers and a mouth working in you like this, and it definitely felt unique.

“You taste so sweet…” His eyes rolled back as the taste of your liquids started lubricating his mouth and fingers, grunting in his throat. “I can’t wait to make you cum, Y/N…” He finally laid the rest of his body in the bed, starting to rub his own erection against the sheets to relieve himself a bit, moaning a bit in the process.

“M-My God..! Kakavasha!” While you moaned in shock and pleasure, Kakavasha simply proceeded to lick you whole in silence, enjoying the moans he got out of your throat.

Due to how drowned his head was onto you, you unfortunately couldn’t see how happy he truly felt to be finally doing this to you and listening to such intimate noises coming from you, mean in that you were liking it. He barely believed it. Some minutes ago, he was ashamed to even look at you and you were so mad at him, but look at where you two are right now.

He was having sex with you.

And just to remember himself that fact made his cock twitch in need for more.

If he could change the past, he’d definitely impede you and him from ever becoming slaves, even if it would probably cost your friendship with him. He always felt anger when he remembered you were a victim of a violation as serious as rape and how much it ruined his chances with you. So he would rather stop you from ever living those days, and see you and himself being happy and normal, especially if it meant it’d be easier for him to bond with you romantically like this.

“P-Please..! More!” You were taken aback and overwhelmed with all his independent work, but enjoying it like a hungry woman, your voice glistening with hunger and lust. You were expecting him to be careful and considerate with you all the time, but you should’ve known this sort of thing isn’t really rehearsed or supposed to be rehearsed at all.

“Of course, sweetheart…” He mumbled on your clit with a chuckle and proceeded to solely focus on licking it up and down repeatedly, immediately started driving you insane. “Tell me… where do you like it more..?” You felt him add a second finger (ring) gently and spin them both around, his digits starting to rub against your walls, exploring every fleshy spot inside you.

“Holy shit!” You screamed with the addition of his finger, your insides almost aching with how he stretched you.

While his fingers took many trips in many different angles and lengths, he suddenly hit you in a spot that made you snap immediately. The wave of pleasure was so intense that it made you jump up and sit down, squeezing his head against your pussy even harder. That was definitely the spot.

“Right there! Right there!” Your hands, that were blew free from the pillow, reached down to his hair and held it for your life, squeezing his locks and trying to grind your hips harder against his head, his nose getting slightly moistened from all the friction.

How could you’ve ever known it felt so good to be touched like this? You didn’t even know such techniques were possible. To have your most sensitive and intimate part being thrusted and sucked so passionately by someone that didn’t feel like a threat, even if you tried to make him feel like one, felt… wonderful.

And obviously, the obedient Kakavasha below you took your command and started particularly thrusting you in that single spot. Sometimes he went for other spots just to give your favorite one a break, but he mainly tortured the spot that you told him to tease.

“V-Vasha..!” Your voice was whimpering hoarsely already, which only made Kakavasha become more and more aroused with the moment even more.

He could even swear he felt a string of pre-cum release from his tip and run down his cock, wetting his boxers a bit in pure desperation for release.

“Yes… Keep saying my name… please…” His eyes were glossy with pleasure just like you, even if he was technically receiving none.

“Kakavasha!” You spoke his name more confidently, and it definitely pleased his ears.

It pleased him so much that he used his other free hand, who’s been in your thigh all this time, to hook both your legs together and push them forward, giving himself more space to eat you out. His hips were also trying to grind even rougher on the sheets below him, trying to find more relief during this moment that was torturing him so badly. But he definitely did not want to spoil himself. He wanted to preserve his release entirely for the moment he was inside you, especially to use it as fuel to fuck you good. If he can possibly make you like having sex, and make you like it enough to keep wanting to do it with him, he’ll definitely take the opportunity. He should’ve really gambled on this long time ago. Why didn’t he? Why would you say ‘no’ back then? He never did anything to make you want to say ‘no’ to him. The chances of you saying ‘yes’ to him were quite big… They’ve always been big. He’ll forever blame himself for wasting all this precious time and energy away, but not too much. It has been always hard for him to tell what’s going through your mind, ever since you two were slaves, especially for things like this, so it was hard for him to find courage to flirt with you.

Why even keep thinking about these angsty moments? They’re all paying off right now.

“Kakavasha, I feel weird…” Your words felt like a switch to him, making him stop masturbating you immediately.

“Do you want me to sto—”

“For God’s sake! Why would you stop?!” You pushed his mouth back to your clit with your hands in complete desperation before the building momentum inside you could fade away, and he immediately switched back to obeying you.

You made him smile with that plea. It’s as if he was falling even more in love with you at this moment.

“S-Sorry! I-I think I’m going to cum, that’s all!” You finally finished saying what you had in mind, going back to your normal hoarse tone.

And if you thought Kakavasha couldn’t go any tougher with you, his fingers started thrusting you faster, digits endlessly and singularly teasing your weak spot now while his tongue kept twirling your clit.

“Cum for me, then… Cum in my mouth, Y/N…” He became slightly desperate for your release when you warned him of it, blinded with lust and desire to feel your very essence raining on his tongue for him to taste while you’re feeling heavenly amounts of pleasure.

“I’m close..! I’m so… close..!” You kept warning him over and over, your mouth trembling with weak whimpers coming out of it.

And when your womb finally snapped, you managed to warn him, but you stopped talking afterwards due to the shock, your body throwing itself on the bed so it could fully process all the pleasure that was taking over your senses. It was more immense than you expected from all that build-up, and Kakavasha fiercely took it all, switching his fingers and mouth’s position, his tongue thrusting inside you so it could take your orgasm inside him and fingers circling your clit to prolong your climax. His reaction was simple. He simply angled his eyes upwards and enjoyed the view of you worming in the bed, paradisiacal under his touch, while moaning inside your pussy in arousal of feeling you drip in his tongue. He didn’t he could feel this good making you feel good.

After a few seconds, when it was unfortunately over, you gasped hard and finally stopped screaming, eyes darting at the rooftop exhausted while he still did the job of licking you clean and drinking all your cum. You were finally gaining your lost consciousness back after such intense moment that took some of it away, and Kakavasha obviously took your relaxation as a sign for him to pull out. So, while he gulped down your precious essence and sucked on his fingers to clean them, he took his mouth off of you, a ‘pop’ noise accompanying it.

Neither of you said anything for a few seconds, simply breathing in and out. Kakavasha also had to recover a bit from spending so much time breathing warm air and drowning in your wetness.

“Y/N…” He crawled up to you again and leaned down, his forehead almost touching yours. “Can we… keep going..?” His voice remained soft and calm, barely above a whisper.

“Yes…” At least, you were feeling way more sure and aafe about all of this after this orgasm. You didn’t even take a moment to think before answering, and that made Kakavasha a bit happy.

“I want nothing but you to make you feel good.” He leaned a bit upwards, which allowed him to remove his hands from the sheets and reach down to his pants to start taking them off and freezing his pushing erection.

You decided to follow his actions and looked down at his shaft, only to regret it immediately and raise your chin against to stare at the roof.

Oh, yeah… that.

That monstrous thing that has abused you so many times and looked so ugly and evil. The memories of seeing those did not make you feel good, it actually made you rethink what you had said earlier.

You closed your eyes. You should not take your words back now… not yet. It’s not fair to him. Kakavasha can’t control his sex the same way you can’t too, so don’t blame him for being forced to have something you don’t like.

“Is everything okay?” He asked while getting completely naked just like you were.

“Yes… I just don’t wanna… look at it… if you don’t mind.” You turned your face away from him, although it didn’t change the blackness your eyes mired.

“Of course I don’t mind it.” He replied gently, finding your reaction cute.

The room went a quiet after he talked since Kakavasha still needed to get rid of his pants hanging on his knees and also your underwear that was still hanging to your legs all this time. But even after he was done with that and finally readied himself between your legs, leaning his face close to yours, he stopped moving entirely and sighed.

“I think it would be better for you if you put it in yourself, Y/N. It feels weird for me to put it in whenever I want to when you look so nervous like that. I don’t want to scare you.” His voice sounded a bit worried and defeated seeing how you were acting under him, all stiff and anxious.

“N-No, please… I’ll be ok… I really just don’t wanna look at it… B-But I’m ok with you taking the lead here… I don’t think I can do it anyway…” You laughed it off, trying to calm him down, and it seemed to work since you heard him chuckle.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” He asked again, a hand of his moving down to hold your hips and holding it for prepare, but the grip was absolutely soft.

“Yes, Vasha.” You nodded, forcing your expression to soften to make him less resentful of beginning the act while your hands crawled back under the pillow.

And slowly, he started to take action. You squeaked when you felt him guide his fleshy tip to your wet lips, gently opening its passage, while also pulling your waist closer to it go help him with the penetration. The more he went inside and filled the emptiness of your inner walls, the more he slowed down, even more when you expressed discomfort with your face or voice. But he didn’t want to stop moving. The hug of your walls around him felt too good for him to not keep going deeper. After all, Kakavasha’s mouth dropped more and more the more he watched his cock disappear into you, finalizing with a loud groan when the skin of his hips finally slapped against yours and his head curled down until your foreheads were touching again.

“Shhhhh… It’s over.” He whispered, kissing your forehead gently while immediately dropping his hands from your hips and his dick to interact with you. “It’s ok… You’re ok.” You felt a group of fingers reach the top of your head and twirl with your locks, beginning to caress your scalp with the tip of his fingers smoothly.

You were overwhelmed once again. It felt weird but it felt good, it felt eerie but it felt genuine, you felt threatened, but you also felt safe. The uncertainty of I made you open your eyes very slowly for caution, meeting Kakavasha breathing with his mouth open, as if he was trying to control himself, while staring deeply at you eyes.

“Are you ok, Y/N?” The mere fact he made that question to made you feel better. It felt warm to be so considered like this in such a difficult moment.

“Y-Yes…” Your hands creeped up to hug his shoulders from behind, looking forward to bond you two together.

But Kakavasha immediately took as a sign to lay his forearms in the bed and press his whole body against yours. He groaned deep once again as he felt your breasts rub against his torso, and the way your back arched, making the contact even harder between your chests, made him even more desperate. But what really mattered to him was the way you were scratching his shoulders and back. He’d let you discount whatever you needed on him, even if he started to bleed.

“S-Sorry… I can’t stay silent about this, Y/N. You feel good. Really fucking good.” Kakavasha suddenly confessed with a hoarse voice, feeling horrible about telling you such a dirty thing, but unable to hold it back.

“T-Thank you.” You quietly mumbled back a bit embarrassed. Although you appreciated his comment, you didn’t feel like complimenting him back… because it wasn’t really reciprocal.

It didn’t feel bad, but it didn’t feel amazing either. It felt just like you remembered it to feel, but at the same time you knew this wasn’t abuse. You felt paralyzed and a bit uncomfortable, but maybe if you let him move, this will start to feel better.

“Y-You can move… slowly.” You warned him and he nodded, but didn’t immediately follow your order.

Instead he gave you a quick kiss on your cheek and forehead first, and then he started moving.

God, it felt even weirder to have him moving. At least that’s how you felt in the beginning. But when you realized he was being so attentive to your reactions and his slow, smooth pace, you felt safe again. You did not know how good it felt to be heard in an activity like this, nor how good it could feel when someone was actually searching for what made you feel pleasure. It was still bizarre, but in its own unique way, where you could still feel a bit good with him pulling out and pushing back, and Kakavasha was obviously enjoying it more than you.

“Fuck…” Kakavasha cussed out of relief, his cheeks burning in a bright red tone as he felt your walls tightening him.

Kakavasha could seriously pass out at any moment right now. You had no idea how excited he was truly feeling about this. How much he wanted to fuck you faster, praise you with thousands of words, and touch you in so many places. He wanted to do this with you for the whole night. He just wants to show you what you deserve, but he knew being that touchy and hypnotized would most likely turn you off, so he’d rather not gamble. He’ll take it slow and wait for your approval for him to keep going.

“Vasha…” And to watch your face and body contorting with pleasure under him and mire his own dick disappearing inside you every few seconds was even more addicting to him.

He couldn’t believe he was actually inside you at this moment. These mushy walls he was savoring belong to you, not some random prostitute. It was your voice who was calling his name. It was your love he was receiving. Shit. If he thinks about it too much he’ll cum in a blink and he doesn’t want that. But just for the sake of reassurance, he looked down at where you two were connected and saw what he expected to see. Your vulva stretched apart to receive him, and his cock going inside it. It felt really great. So great it made him feel more confident about this and so great he had to stop looking if he didn’t want to cum yet.

“Y/N…” He was obviously moaning way more than you, both in volume and frequency. “I love you so much… This feels amazing— Ah! Shit…” He proceeded to word every thought that came to his mind.

But when he said he wanted to prioritize you, he truly meant it. His noises might make it seem like he was prioritizing his own pleasure, but those weren’t even the loudest he could be. They were just a slight representation of how good he felt even when he wasn’t the focus. A slight representation how great he felt making you feel wonderful.

His head slid down and landed by your side, moaning on your neck instead of the whole room while also making out with it again, trying to listen to you more than himself and make you a bit more comfortable with his moves. Maybe the amount of noises he emitted scared you, so he’d avoid it.

Now, you were back at staring the roof again, free of his piercing gaze landing upon you. You used that moment to reflect, taking advantage of Kakavasha melting down into you to think about it with less guilt. You were feeling horrible about yourself and your thoughts at this moment. It did not feel as good as promised by nature. There could still be hope to this somewhere, but this is not for you. All you were feeling right now is discomfort. You were many times pinned down like this, only to be invaded and abused. Even if it was Kakavasha who was doing it, and despite all his consideration, your brain couldn’t help but keep warning you about rape every second, leaving no space for relaxation or comfort. That length inside you was the thing that once traumatized you, that scarred you for life, physically and mentally, and you were letting it in again. For what? To make you hate it even more? But you allowed him to do so much to you and you promised this to him. His hopes are set sky-high. Do you really want to ruin them?

And, well… there are still some positive sides to this, isn’t there? Hugging him feels warming, hearing him moan and call your name feels like a romance movie… but the main point of this whole act did not.

…

At least… it was Kakavasha, your most-trusted friend, who was doing this to you. He would never do this without your consent, would he? If you said ‘no’ to that first kiss of his, you two would be sleeping right now, wouldn’t you? If you said ‘no’ right now, he’d stop, wouldn’t he? Kakavasha is feeling depressed and suicidal. That’s what is making you keep yourself there and let him do what he wants to do with you. All you want is to see him getting better and yourself to live without fearing he’ll try to attempt against his own life again. Even if it costs a bit of your well-being, your own comfort, another scar that’d make you hate this even more… you wanted to do this for him… after all he’s done to you.

So you closed your eyes, and started thinking about other things unrelated to all of this, hoping it would distract you from it until it was over. And obviously, you hoped it would all end soon.

…

“Y-Y/N..!”

…

“A-Ah… Hmmm…”

…

“Aeons… I love you so much, Y/N…”

…

“You feel so fucking warm… so tight…”

…

“Gonna take care of you—! Ah… Every time you want me to…”

…

“You’re breathtaking, Y/N… This tattoo is nothing compared to you…”

…

“Y/N…”

…

“Y/N..?”

…

..?

What?

Why did he—

You opened your eyes again, only to meet Kakavasha’s face on top of yours again, staring at you visibly disappointed and his body immobile.

“You’re not enjoying it, are you?” He asked, but before a single syllable could leave your mouth, he sighed and spoke first, a bit angrier this time. “I told you, Y/N. You’ll never like this. It’s not part of your nature anymore.” His gaze was serious and heavy, forming a knot on your throat. “I appreciate it, but I don’t want to force you to do this, nor do I want you to force yourself to do this.” He turned away, slowly starting to pull his length out of you.

Wow. That hit you hard.

After all these steps you’ve taken, after all the time he spent preparing you, after all the expectations he’d created, his entire confidence was crushed in a matter of seconds. You must’ve actually worsened his well-being instead of making it better as you intended to. Looking at his eyes, seeing all its shine disappear along with his excitement broke your heart.

It made you feel… embarrassed.

You can’t leave him like this. You can’t just fool him like that. It didn’t feel right. You shouldn’t end things like this.

His insecurity sparked you. That one last hope you had in the back of your mind, but didn’t want to risk yet, was paining to be risked now.

“… No.” You intended that to be said in your mind, but it left your mouth, and Kakavasha noticed it.

“Wha—?” He didn’t catch what you said, so he looked back at you for a quick moment, only to be surprised by you launching yourself upwards and rushing your lips against his.

At first he didn’t react, after all, it was your lips against his, but then he quickly remembered how forced you felt to be doing this, and started to fight back.

“Y/N, you don’t have to—” He pushed you away with his hands, but you acted quick and grabbed both of his wrists.

You took them away from your body and pushed him instead. And for his shock, you surprisingly didn’t stop there. Using all your strength, you forced both your bodies to turn around, switching positions, and used your weight to push him down against the bed, sitting right on top of his belly.

Kakavasha could’ve fought you back, after all, he was stronger than you and your moves were quite slow, but he didn’t want to. He was shocked but didn’t feel threatened at all. He was rather curious. That’s why he simply chose to stare at you in confusion after he was laid down.

Why were you doing this? Why were you going so far for something you didn’t even enjoy? You didn’t have to do this for hm.

“What is wrong with you?!” You couldn’t help but grip his wrists tighter in revolt, trying to stop the growing tears in the back of your eyes from falling down and mess up your voice and face. “You were willing to gamble your success with our master when we were slaves… knowing failure would bring you death… You were willing to gamble your success and even mine in the IPC with Jade, despite neither of us having any experience with this type of work… You’re willing to gamble millions of Credits in our casino daily… or your own life away… But you’re not willing to gamble on this with me..?” You were slightly breathless after spitting out all that scolding, so you had to pause for a moment to recover your breath, which also gave him an opportunity to answer you, but he didn’t take it. “What is the matter with you?! Why do you underestimate me so much?!” And unfortunately, you tears couldn’t be held back anymore. They were too strong.

Kakavasha’s eyes squinted, almost shutting down seeeing your distress.

“S-Sorr—”

“Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Kakavasha went mute after this, only his hard breathing emitting noise. “Yes, I was not enjoying it, ok?! But why do you insist with this bullshit of ‘my nature’ to me?! Since when are you this pessimistic about me?! Has it always been like this?!” You had to pause again for oxygen while he pathetically stared at you. “Does it not go through your head that maybe it’s something else?! I want to try it, for God’s sake!” You pulled your hands away and started clearing your tears. “You just… You just pulled an orgasm out of me… but you believe I’m not capable of facing more..?!” More tears fell from your eyes from the slight disappointment you were feeling, while he didn’t blink once.

Kakavasha didn’t answer anything, as expected from him after your order, but now you wanted to take it back.

“Say something!” You cried out, your voice slightly breaking while you removed your hands from his wrists to wipe your face.

…

Kakavasha’s muscles finally seemed to start relaxing, his gaze softening, his eyes thankfully blinking again and a smile slightly forming in his pink lips.

You felt something poke your buttocks. You actually have been feeling it since the moment you sat on him. But now it was completely annoying you. So you decided to look behind you and check it, only to meet his dick, that had hardened again, and enough to be standing straight and rubbing against your skin. It was begging you to do something with it.

“Use me.” You suddenly heard him mumble, your head spinning back to him pay attention to him.

“Huh?” You were still whiny and even more lost now.

“I said… Use me. You’re right… I’m a hypocrite… I’m nothing but a stupid, hypocrite bastard.” He paused for a second, his hands moving up to grip the pillow where his head laid just like you did. “I shouldn’t think of you like this. I should’ve never thought of you like this. So, please, use me. Use me as you please. Even ruin me if you see fit. I’ll let you do anything to me right now. Anything that’ll make you forgive me for my stupidness… for making you waste your precious tears away like this… I won’t touch you once, I won’t thrust you once, I won’t even look at you if you want me to. I’m yours tonight, Y/N. All fucking yours.” His dick pulsed a few times as he said such dirty words, desperate to be inside you again, his voice lacing with sadistic amusement and you couldn’t deny the little butterflies kicking your stomach too.

“Don’t speak of yourself like this.” You said a bit more firmly, finally finishing your task of clearing your tears away from your cheeks. “You’re not… a toy.” You reflected yourself on him as you said that, shaking your head to forget those thoughts before they consumed you again. “I-I’m not doing this because I want to… use you… Don’t… ever word it like that.” He immediately nodded like an obedient dog as you gave him those limits.

“Of course…” He talked to you as if you were a queen, even if a real queen would never act so scaredy like you were. You were still a bit nervous to engage in this activity, especially now that you were the one in control. But your body has been successfully turned on again, along with him. That was the perfect opportunity for you to try again.

So you lifted your hips, one of your hands going down to hold and align his dick with your moistened hole, and slowly slide it inside you entirely, your back arching upwards as you felt him consume you to the hilt again. He still felt overwhelmingly sized inside you, despite you having already tried it.

Wait, had you just touched his actual dick? You looked at it, you acknowledged it and its hungry state, then you proceeded to hold it with your hand, when you’ve been doing your best to avoid interacting with it in any way. Were you really feeling that safe around Kakavasha? Enough to touch something you disgusted so much? Wow… it surprised you how much this man managed to change you.

“Hmmmmm… Y/N…” Kakavasha was smiling in a weird way, as if he was enjoying this more than he was supposed to, but wasn’t scared to show his creepy devotion to you.

After all, it fueled you to start hopping in a weak, slow pace, causing the man to start moaning immediately while your hands rested on his belly to help you hop. His hands held the pillow tightly, and his head arched upwards in pure ecstasy.

This time, it didn’t feel so weird. Was it the position you were in what scared you before? Because now that you were the one setting the pace and making Kakavasha take you, no feeling of danger consumed you.

Perhaps you could finally say you were enjoying it.

“Y/N! Oh, Y/N…” Kakavasha moaned your name like a desperate prayer over and over again, his chest lifting up and down heavily to breathe in enough oxygen to take you.

Kakavasha wasn’t used to being the one who follows the rhythm. He was very ready to be the one guiding you, not the other way around. But at the same time, he loved it. He could see such a privileged view of your whole body on top of him and it looked so beautiful. Your pussy spread to receive his cock, your hips swaying on it and making it disappear into you, your boobs jiggling, and your face and vocal chords expressing so much pleasure. You looked like a work of art, the kind that deserves to be hanged at the museum, but unfortunately he couldn’t enjoy you more than that. He promised himself that he wouldn’t influence you and your choices, and it was starting to weigh on his pleasure.

He promised you all he’d do is receive what you have for him, so he couldn’t do nothing but drool with the view of you while his heart and cock ached for more physical touch.

“Vasha…” You groaned his name before starting to speed up your rhythm a bit, finally getting better used to him and his size.

“Yes, Y/N… I’m here!” He made to sure to reply just in case you weren’t saying his name out of pleasure, and to communicate instead. “How do you feel, hum..? Any better?” He was still a bit insecure this whole act, especially how to interpret your movements and noises.

“I feel good… I definitely feel better.” You decided to move your hands a bit upwards, feeling more of Kakavasha’s torso rather than his belly, and he immediately liked to see that coming from you.

“You do..? Good…” He proceeded to go back to moaning repeatedly, eyes working hard to keep themselves open and savor the view.

His balls felt so heavy with all the stimulation that they were itching. And knowing that he wasn’t even feeling the most pleasure he could feel tortured him even more. It only showed to him how you made everything feel so much better, despite being an inexperienced newbie at it. He’s had so many other women riding him, way more professionally, but none of them made him feel so horny and hungry like this. Was he this terribly addicted to you? Enough to overshadow every other experience he’s had?

He couldn’t keep himself so caged under you like this. It was too tortuous for him.

“Y-Y/N… I’m sorry… but I need to tell you how much I— ah! How much I want to touch you right now… S-Sorry..! I know I promised you t-that I wouldn’t… but this is too much for me.!” Kakavasha turned his face away and closed his eyes, expecting the worst reaction out of you. “Only your hips… I’ll only touch your hips…” Kakavasha’s eyes froze on your hips, looking at them like a raw, bloody piece of meat.

“F-Fine… Be gentle…” You decided to give in to him and leaned down, pressing your whole body against his while your hands went to the sides of his head, which immediately made him groan loudly.

Obviously, Kakavasha’s hands snapped to your hips and gripped on them tight, not enough to hurt you, of course. His moans became slightly more high-pitched with the feeling of holding your hips and the stimulation of your breasts pressing against his chest. As expected, he didn’t quite exactly keep his hands there. The closure of your faces now made it irresistible for him to not launch his mouth on yours and seal you Hoth with a messy, wet kiss, and his fingers were brushing your hips up and down, sometimes going as far to your buttocks or scratching your spine, but those didn’t bother you at all. If anything, they made you feel desired.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N..!” He broke the kiss only to say those words and immediately go after your neck next.

And, once again, he begun making out with your cursed tattoo and whispering sweet words directly to your ear, freeing a hand of your hips to push your head harder onto him so he could reach your neck with ease.

“You’re such a brave, powerful woman, Y/N…” He licked your skin with delicacy, his voice as sweet as honey against your ear, warming the air around it.

“S-Stop… teasing me..!” Your voice didn’t leave your throat any louder than a whisper, lingering with exhaustion and overstimulation.

“I’m not teasing you… I’m just telling you the mere truth… You’re amazing, Y/N. You’ve evolved from a slave, to a secretary, and finally to a Stoneheart on your own, and I’ve been proudly accompanying you ever since Step 1… admiring and loving every cell of yours every fucking second. Only Aeons knows how much I want you to keep riding me like this… I want to do this with you the whole night… Just you and me… fucking each other like this…” Kakavasha giggled in your ear as he felt pleasure from feeling his heart weigh lighter after confessing all that dirty stuff, those darker desires of his, his cock aching for his orgasm that was slowly rising to its peak, while you had the contrary effect.

His poetry completely overstuffed you with love, joy and passion, making it harder for your heart to process it all and keep beating as it was. Even if they were risky words to say to someone as sensible as you, they only made your swollen clit throb for more of them. Without this, you would never know that you had such a like for dedication, especially an exaggerated one like this. Could it possibly be what people call a ‘kink’? Because all you felt was your muscles weakening on top of him, and your heart almost pumping out of your chest in exhaustion.

“C-Can’t… do this anymore..!” You whimpered, your hips almost fully stopping to move, nails clawing at the sheets for your dear life.

“W-Want some help..?” He couldn’t help but already begin moving a bit to not lose the momentum happening between you two and fly both his hands back to your hips, preparing to help you in case you said ‘Yes’.

“P-Please..!” As soon as he heard you plead for his help so breathlessly beautiful like that, he immediately snapped. In a second, you felt his legs spread farther away from each other, and his hips thrusting upward, causing you to scream in slight shock.

Although having all the control of the intercourse gave you a lot of comfort and reassurance of yourself and your actions, you didn’t expect it to feel even better when he was the one acting again. It still felt like you had more power than him, even if that wasn’t quite true anymore. You were sitting down so peacefully with freedom to move everywhere while he wetted the bed with his sweat and suffocated in that strained position that didn’t favor him at all, not even with his precise thrusts. The position did really matter for someone like you, didn’t it? Unlike Kakavasha, that did not once seem uncomfortable with this.

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Kakavasha’s pace was way faster than yours and was a bit more brutal too. He seemed to be trying to specifically hit you in a specific spot compared to the rest of your walls… your g-spot.

“Oh, my God!” You screamed with tears hanging in the corner of your eyes again, your head arching upwards again to let all your voice out of your throat, letting Kakavasha stare at your broken face.

“It’s here, isn’t it..?” He smirked with lingering arousal, stopping his rhythm for a moment to grind in your g-spot and torture it until he found it.

“F-Fuck!” The way a heavy wave of pleasure was sent through your whole body from your womb made you whine in satisfaction. “Y-Yes! Right there! It’s right there!” Kakavasha immediately unpaused his thrusts when he got your confirmation.

Your body was panicking with the spanking he did at your g-spot, stimulation taking over your senses and turning you into that hungry animal. At least he was acting as animalistic as you, even worse, if you could be honest. You could even feel a remarkable feeling in the back of your womb… that same exact growing burn you felt in the back of your womb that you just felt while he ate your pussy out, specifically when you were about to have your orgasm.

“Is it too much, Y/N..?” Not even he knew how his masochism and desire for you wasn’t taking over his mind right now. Fucking your pussy, so tight, sloppy and warm for being untouched for so long, like that was truly breaking his mind bit by bit.

“N-No! Keep going! I-I think I’m close!” Kakavasha smiled at that warning, and he obviously didn’t dare stop thrusting you in that speed.

If anything, you could even say he started to go faster. So fast he was almost slipping out of your hole every time he pulled up, but his focus thankfully managed to keep himself into you all the time.

It was everything. You and him, after so many years fighting together, befriending each other, becoming familiar with each other, now bonding in a way that you two never dared to. The intimacy, skin to skin, eye to eye, mouth to mouth… It wasn’t the average sex Kakavasha would experience on his own, or the abuse done to you.

It was love. A kind of love, so passionate and strong, that was making your past fears look like nothing but an annoying piece of dust. One that Kakavasha never got to express and was now vomiting it all and almost losing his consciousness for. One that was so new to you, but was truly taking you to heaven.

“To think that… I wouldn’t be experiencing this if I was dead right now… It kills me, Y/N..!” His voice broke in a few syllables while he moaned and babbled, his smile dying due to the heavy feeling of guilt in his heart when he reminded himself of that.

“Shhh, shhh…” You put a palm on top of his mouth so he could stop ruining the mood. “It’s ok, Vasha… We all make mistakes, and I forgive you… I definitely forgive you…” You tried talking the sweetest you could, although it was hard to keep your noises in the back of your throat and impede them from breaking your calm tone.

“But I was going to die, Y/N..! I was going to kill myself… and leave you behind..! And I still… I still think about i—!” He insisted on talking even if you had tried to shut him up.

“Stop talking, Kakavasha…” You spoke in a more serious tone, and Kakavasha almost went against you, but you spoke before he could. “Just focus on me, ok..? I’m here… I’m right here.” Those words sent shivers down on Kakavasha’s spine, immediately falling for your seduction while his dick pulsed for more of you.

You were right. You were right there for him, and he couldn’t get enough of you. You could keep rising the stakes, but it’d never be enough for his desire for more of you, for an impossible amount of pleasure coming from you and him. But at least he was getting to express some of it— no, most of it with you right now, and he was not going to stop until you reached another orgasm.

“Make me cum like you said you wanted me to, Kakavasha…” You quickly leaned down just to kiss him on his tattoo to intentionally turn his mind off from those thoughts, and you successfully got him to snap.

Kakavasha sat up, forcing you to kneel on top of him again. His thrusts became erratical, making you throw your head behind your shoulders.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck… Please, let me cum too—! Ah! Please, please, please, please…” Kakavasha buried his face on your shoulder, his hands almost turning the bones of your hips into dust.

“Of course you can, Kakavasha…” You simply hugged him back, clawing your fingernails on his back so harshly it made him hiss in pain.

“I want to make you cum with me too… I want to see it… Your face, your body… I want to hear the noises that you do… Please tell me you’re close!” His voice was so high-pitched that you wondered if he’d gone insane already.

“I am, Vasha… I’m almost there..!” Your vice eas also going more high-pitched then the usual due to the closure of your orgasm.

“P-Please.. let me lay you down… I-It won’t last long, I promise, I just want us to cum as soon—” You got tired of him of trying to explain every thought in his mind midway and decided to take over.

“Do it.” Kakavasha’s eyes widened with shock at your dedication, but also shone brighter than before. In less than one second, you were thrown in the bed, close to he edge of it, so the momentum wouldn’t be lost, not in the slightest.

For the next seconds, you and Kakavasha simply focused on staring deep down at each other while he completely bottomed his entire length inside you every thrust, in search of that blissful orgasm he looked for.

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He looked so beautiful above you, all sweaty and wasted, but still working his hardest to make you feel pleasure. Kakavasha also thought you looked hypnotizing under him, but the difference between you and him was that he looked at you way dirtier than you did. He was looking at your swollen, soaked pussy taking him in, then raising his eyes to your bouncing boobs, then to your sweaty face and open mouth emitting such beautiful noises. In the back of his mind, he wanted to fuck you all night in many different places and positions. He wanted to hear your dirtiest moans and tell you his dirtiest wishes while he had you under him looking just like that.

But before he could enjoy any more of you, the arousal of seeing you under made him orgasm snap prematurely, way before than he expected it to come.

“F-FUCK!” Kakavasha groaned with a deep voice before suddenly stopping with his thrusts and start to yelp like crazy.

He was screaming, body quivering and shivering entirely as his dick started ejaculating. Your orgasm followed his orgasm a few seconds later, and it was definitely another shocker to you. You weren’t expecting it to be so much more breathtaking than the last one. Maybe the build-up to this one or the connection between you two was what made your body burn with so much more fever. Screams obviously came out of your mouth, accompanying Kakavasha’s screams even louder than him, also including the hook of your nails that dug so deep in his back that it could make him bleed.

“Yes, that’s it— Fuck!” Kakavasha tried keeping control so there was some guidance in the situation but Kakavasha was also having the hardest orgasm of his life, and it was hard to resist when he knew it was all being spilled inside you.

It was too much ecstasy for the both of you, and this moment of climax lasted incredibly long.

Obviously, the intensity of the moment couldn’t be increased and only decreased, so soon enough, you and Kakavasha were simply panting messes looking at each each other. So weak that his arms couldn’t hold himself above you for too long and they broke, pressing his body against yours.

Neither of you knew what to say to each other, the way your bodies curled onto each other and made physical contact was enough to express everything either of you had to say. This was a great night. You completely renewed your limits and learned new things about sex, improving your knowledge about it too, while for Kakavasha, this was casually the best fucking night of his life. Fuck suicide. He got you to have sex with him. This completely restored his hormones, and would definitely weigh positively in his mental health. He was so happy he didn’t even want to let go or pull out. Feeling you hug and caress his back after hurting it so bad, crawling his fingers under you to caress your back too, shove his head between your shoulder and neck and feeling your inner walls still moisten his length was a contact that he desperately craved for.

“Y/N…” Things were finally becoming normal again.

“Kakavasha…” Ignoring the fact that you two couldn’t really call each other ‘friends’ anymore…

“How do you… How do you feel..?” He finally had enough strength again to push himself upward and stare at your face again while unfortunately pulling himself out, his soaked dick feeling the sharp cold of the room’s temperature.

“Hmmmm… Weird…” You shrugged your shoulders, and you noticed Kakavasha’s eyes widen a bit, as if he was about to have a heartbreak. Luckily, you were just kidding with him. “…ly good.” You giggled at his reaction, and his cheeks simply flushed with embarrassment at being so easily fooled.

“You..!” He tried scolding you, but he had zero negative energy to do that. “You promise..?” But he was still a bit insecure, and needed a clear confirmation.

“Yes.” You nodded, attempting to begin getting out, but his arms were weighting really hard in the sheets.

“I hate to say this… but I would really like to keep going…” He looked away from you and paused for a moment. “I could bring you to paradise all night… teach you more about this… let you experiment more… whatever you want…” But there was a little smile in his face, lingering with hope. “So… round two?” Although you weren’t a fan of guys flirting with you, having Kakavasha doing it sounded funny, real, romantic and intuitive. “P-Please, don’t get me wrong… I’m already very happy and satisfied, I just still have energy in me to keep going… If you don’t want a second round, you can just say ‘No’ to me and I’ll be completely fine.” His eyes looked anywhere else, but avoided your face the most they could.

“I don’t know, Vasha…” You replied a bit unenthusiastically, trying to think about it, but Kakavasha didn’t give you much time.

“Alright, then… No need to worry or overthink it. You did absolutely amazing tonight…” He suddenly pulled you and him upwards, only to throw himself in the pillows again, bringing you with him.

When you two landed, Kakavasha immediately pushed you out of his lap, laying you down beside him just like you two were before all of this and layering the sheets on top of you. He was staring at you passionately, cheeks flushing and a grin in his lips that resembled a little kid in love.

“Aeons, you look beautiful like this…” You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed at his compliment and pull the sheets closer to you after he said those, trying to stop from saying any better things to you.

It was your first time ever showing him your nudity, and looking at him fully naked indeed, and his words didn’t make it any easier to keep yourself naked for the whole night of staring at him nude all night.

“Stop…” You mumbled while avoiding looking at his violet eyes, who were still shining with satisfaction.

“How can I?” He also decided to cover himself with the sheets too, and now that you two had censored your bodies from each other, you could make eye contact again. “You’re the perfect sight for sore eyes.” He reached a hand out, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You simply smiled awkwardly in response, letting him keep fixing your hair.

Despite the moment being wholesome, you were really going back to your previous thoughts before this, when you were scolding Kakavasha for his attempt against his own life. Your thoughts about it came back even spicier now due to what he almost said while you were riding him.

“But I was going to die, Y/N..! I was going to kill myself… and leave you behind..! And I still… I still think about i—!”

So he really still thinks about it? Even if you just tried your best to give him a reason to not? Why? Wasn’t this enough to make him at least reconsider it? You don’t want him to die. He doesn’t deserve to die and rest in peace for the rest of eternity. He deserves to live and prosper, whether if it’s with you or not, after all the things he went through.

So, meanwhile you allowed him to play with your hair, you took advantage of his distraction to speak about the big unspoken elephant in the room.

“Kakavasha.” You called him pretty seriously, and he looked at you without realizing your serious expression. “Do you really still think about killing yourself?” You spoke seriously, referring to suicide harshly so it’d trigger him to remember what he said and engage in the conversation truthfully with you.

His hands froze in their place, still resting in your hair, as he heard ask such a question in such an invasive tone, looking at you a bit shocked and confused.

“Promise me you’ll never attempt suicide again, Kakavasha.” Although his mouth was quiet and reluctant to talk, his widened eyes looking away from you what you needed to know. “I’m serious.” You completed yourself, trying to appeal to his empathy with you and your trust in him.

He didn’t answer initially, looking at many different corners that weren’t you and not face your piercing gaze, but you were determined to keep pressuring him to at least give you an answer, even if it was a lie or a mere syllable. But the more he thought about it, the less he wanted to talk about it with you, as if he was uncomfortable. Since it’s easy for someone like you to identify discomfort, you quickly realized it and decided to accommodate to it, hopping a little closer to him and revolving your hands around his waist to hug it.

“Things will get better, Kakavasha. I can assure you that.” You laid your head harder against his chest very close to his heart, feeling his accelerated heartbeat echo in your ear.

He still didn’t say anything, and instead just circled his own arms around your head like a leech and went back to fidgeting with your hair, but a bit more stressed this time.

“I want to be your lover, Y/N.” He whispered with an anxious tone, afraid of his own words, while they simply surprised you. “I want to be your boyfriend, o-or your husband… or at least… someone you’ll never ever abandon.” He shoved his face in your neck again, breathing your skin as if he needed it to live.

“I’d never abandon you, Kakavasha. But I… can’t accept being your lover.” His eyes shrunk with tears glossing them as he heard that rejection, his heart aching and throbbing for your love. “Not only I’ve lost some of my trust in you, but I don’t think I’d be a good girlfriend.” He immediately rose his head and tried to argue back, but you flew your hand to slap his mouth shut before he could say anything. “I know what you want to say, but, trust me, Vasha, if I were to become your girlfriend today, the way I am, all traumatized and scared of the most basic romantic interactions, I’d most likely fail to meet all the new expectations you’d have for me, and breaking up with you would certainly demolish all the friendship we’ve built yet, or at least most of it. After all, this is indeed a nature that has unfortunately been taken away from me.” You only felt him squeeze your locks tighter and tighter, trying to press your body against his harder, and slight gasp escaping his throat, hinting his incoming tears. “No, no… Don’t you dare cry on me, Kakavasha…” You lifted your face upwards to smooch him in his collarbone and neck, your hands creeping down to hug him, but that only seemed to make it worse for him.

“D-Do you… at least… love me back..?” His broken voice whispered in your ear again.

“… I’ll always be here with you, Kakavasha.” You decided to not give him a direct answer, wanting to avoid raising the stakes between you two that were already skyrocketing at this point. “Let’s rest now, ok? You’ve done a lot of today. We’ve done a lot today.” You whispered with a soft voiced trying to seduce him again.

It was either shattering his heart or making him set high expectations for his future with you that you didn’t believe you would achieve. And even he recognized it deep down in his heart, even if he wanted to disagree with it. That’s why you immediately changed topics. If you got him to close his eyes and sleep, there could be a chance he’d wake up feeling fine without this part of the night replaying in his mind.

And finally, he started to sob in sorrow for his failed attempt at making you his. He didn’t even know why he was crying at this point. Your words about staying with him forever was so vague and uncertain that it was enough to make him woe, but enough to make him want to hug and savor you for the whole night with all his strength and love, as if he was about to lose you.

And crying makes everyone tired, doesn’t it? So in a few minutes, after sobbing so much after using so much of his energy to have sex with you, his eyes finally weighed too heavy to keep them open, and he sealed them shut, not trying at all to keep them open for more time.

Despite the fact that your relationship with him was still troubled, even if you two tried fixing a bit of it tonight, you two still had to play his part in the cycle of life, and wake up new and fresh tomorrow, whether if it’s to go back to work at the IPC or keep trying to convince Kakavasha that suicide wasn’t worth it for someone like him.

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lightnersdream-archive · 7 months ago

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i've been thinking about exactly why people portraying one of the other crew members successfully killing Jimmy as a "for what you did to Anya" kind of thing rubs me the wrong way a bit and it's because like..... this is just another form of taking agency away from Anya, in a way. it's kind of framing her as some meek, shivery woman-thing who's entirely at the mercy of the men around her, either to hurt her or save her.

(i understand these are mostly for wish fulfillment on the audience's behalf because everyone would like to see Jimmy pay for his crimes. whether or not this is the intention of the person writing it isn't really relevant, characterization happens with or without intent. i feel like it misses the point by portraying it as an 'ideal ending'.)

because... Anya is a capable person. she takes things into her own hands when she can. it was partially(?) her idea to get into the cargo,

(before he interrupts her.. remember when she interrupted Curly in the dead pixel segment?)

it was her idea to get the code scanner from the cockpit,

it was her idea to get the medication from behind the foam.

(the chance to do these things herself is not given to her.)

she'd been keeping Curly alive for months in a critical state somehow, her psych evaluations at the start are only so useless because Jimmy refuses to take it/her seriously and Curly is obviously biased when he puts it into his own hands. he's known him a long time, like he said. "I'll just put good for that one."

there's not a lot of material to work with because of how the game is framed, but it's there. we are working with two very biased perspectives and neither one lends Anya what she deserves

there's significant changes in how she speaks post- and pre- crash, and depending on who she happens to be talking to. i recommend re-reading her dialogue, because the difference is drastic

she acts the way she does around Jimmy because he has tangibly done horrible things to her, is actively hostile, and physically could not escape him by any means. she can't take away Curly's agency herself, in my eyes. you have to remember that Especially in the post-crash segments of the game, it's entirely from Jimmy's POV, and he obviously does not (and has never) thought very highly of her or treated her with a shred of respect

i've seen a general idea that she can't bear to hurt other people for any reason, but that doesn't really track to me. this is the real point of the post by the way

it seems based on the parts where she says she struggles to give Curly medication. "It just hurts him so much, I can't stand the noise." "It makes me nauseous."

it's not really the same thing as, say, hurting someone in self defense

this sounds like she did want the gun itself. this never felt worded like someone who would refuse to, at very least, threaten Jimmy with a gun, with violence. if she had been given the agency to make that decision on her own. she wasn't though

she still tries to reclaim some of it even as she's denied it

by the end she's still trying to keep that gun out of his hands

i think some people overly soften her, for similar reasons the game itself is trying to comment on. she's not a tender victim who couldn't cause pain to another out of the softness of her soul, she's a person who's had every last bit of agency ripped from her repeatedly until she couldn't take it anymore. that's the point. that's why framing her that way, "needing" someone to save her, is odd to me

she didn't need Curly to save her, she needed him to take responsibility

she didn't want to escalate things, but she's not an idiot. self defense was absolutely on her mind

but who knows im just saying shit *smiles serenely*

#dib noise #mouthwashing #sorryyyyyyyyy lol #i will defend you anya o7 #its been fun to roll this game around in my brain. gives me something to do #long post #could be reaching though. it's unfortunate so much of her screentime is hammering home how poorly jimmy regards her #or her being scared/nervous in his presence #or trying to placate him #yes i know that's the point #are my feelings on how anya is treated by the the characters the fans and the game itself weirdly personal? yeah sorry #unfortunately i do think they didn't get the anya parts as solidly as the rest but oh well #everything has flaws #i've gone through a playthrough of this game like 10 times for this #you KNOW im sourcing my claims!!#not really an attack on the people who made the stuff i mentioned at the start #more of a commentary on how they relate with the source material itself #yes yes i know giving a crewmate a lethal weapon is probably not the best idea to curly #does that make this situation any less horrifying?#remember: these aren't real people. everything they do was written on purpose for a reason #i still need to write down my general thoughts on the game as a whole..#also not about one specific person post image writing ect it's a collection of things and ideas thrown onto one post #I'm not any good at ending posts like thase it kind of devolves by yhe end but thats ok

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gguk-n · 7 months ago

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Do you love me?

Part 2 of I wish you loved me

I'm a sap for happy endings

{Reader's POV}

Having Lewis Hamilton as your friend had it's perks. After getting me all stitched up, he let me stay at his place till I recovered. He would wait hand and foot for me; it was foreign feeling. Lewis was a great nurse, nursing me back to health.

A couple weeks after I was in the best of shape physically, "Lewis, I think I should leave?" I told him over dinner one day. "To where?" he asked with a mouthful of the homemade burger he had made. "I want to get my life back on track. Do things I love" I trailed off. "You can do that from here too" Lewis said while swallowing. "I could but I want to get away from Monaco. I need to be as far away from Max as possible." I spoke, playing around with my food. "I'm always scared I'll run into him or Kelly" I stated. Lewis seemed to think for a while before speaking, "Well, my mum needs help managing stuff, maybe I could get in touch with her" Lewis suggested. "That would be great. I'll be out of your hair as soon as I can get back up on my feet" I explained. "I'd rather you stay in my hair, if I'm being honest" Lewis smiled. I smiled back and gave him a one handed hug.

True to his words Lewis got me a job with his mum. The work was great, initially I had planned on moving jobs after I knew what I wanted to do but Carmen insisted I stay and was even willing to increase my pay to make me stay. Lewis would come visit whenever he was in town, which was a lot, his mother stated one day. But neither of us were complaining.

The more time I spent with Lewis, the more I became aware of him and his presence around me. His mother would tease us; that's what mum's do and I would brush it off but I would always see something in Lewis's eyes whenever I brushed off the thought of ever dating Lewis, I could never pin point what it was. Until, one day, one of my neighbours asked me out with Lewis in close proximity. I was torn, I felt like I had yet to heal from what ever Max threw at me and I was still getting therapy to fix my internal conflicts. So, I did what any rational person would do and said no. "So, what did he want?" Lewis asked as my neighbour was leaving. "He asked me out on a date" I replied nonchalantly. "What did you say?" he asked hopefully. "Yes" I joked. "What? Why? I mean...good job. You should see other people" Lewis corrected himself. "Why, don't you want me to get a boyfriend?" I cocked my head at him. "I do. If it was me" Lewis mumbled. "What?" it was my turn to be shocked. "Nothing" Lewis brushed me off. "No, Lewis, what do you mean by that?" I asked. Lewis sighed, "I like you Y/N. I have for a while. I just never knew what the right time would be. I just...I've liked you since I met you but sadly you were dating Max then. I thought you were happy with him but when I saw what he did to you, I couldn't believe I let you get hurt like that." Lewis spoke. "That's not your fault, Lew, I have issue I'm working on. And FYI I said no to him. I'm really not ready to date yet" I said. "Whenever you are, please give me one chance. I'll right every wrong. I'll make you so happy and if I ever make you cry, run me over with one of my cars" Lewis stated. "That's a little morbid don't you think Hamilton" I laughed. Lewis just shrugged. "I'll always be there for you. Always" Lewis expressed. I smiled at him, "I know."

{2 years later}

"I think giving you a chance was the best thing I could've done in my life" I said as I racked my oil covered fingers throw his hair, slowly massaging his scalp. "I think letting you massage me was the best decision I've made in a while" Lewis moaned. "Please keep the pornographic moans to the bed room Mr Hamilton or I'll have to report you for disorderly conduct" I laughed. "Who will you report me to?" he smirked and turned around to steal a kiss. "To your girlfriend" I replied. "Hmm" He acted like he was thinking, "I don't have a girlfriend" Lewis laughed. "What?" I said hitting his shoulder. "I may have a fiance soon, if she says yes" Lewis said pulling a ring out of his pocket. "Will you be my wife? I promise to love you forever and ever and ever until you get sick and tired of me. I want to have a family with. I want to be there for you. I love you Y/N" Lewis proposed. I had tears in my eyes and all I could do was nod, he slipped the ring on my finger. "I'd never get sick and tired of you." I mumbled before I kissed him.

Maybe breaking up with Max was the best thing to happen, since it led me to the love of my life.

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onaswife · 3 months ago

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Marked by you

Couple: Alpha!Patri guijarro x Omega!Fem!Reader

Au!Omegaverse, Alpha x Omega.

Words count: 3,7k

Warning: +18

Patri has never been one of those alphas who believes in destiny or the idea that there is an Omega waiting for her somewhere in the world. For Patri, football has always been the only constant in her life, the only thing that really matters. Love, bonding, brands… She sees all of that as a distant, almost unreal concept. It's not that she doesn't understand instinct, but she's never felt that pressing need to claim or be claimed.

At least, until Y/N arrives at Barcelona.

Signed alongside Ewa Pajor, both from Wolfsburg and best friends. Ewa knew everything about Y/N and vice versa. From the moment Patri sees and meets Y/N, something changes in her.

Y/N is not just any forward; she is fast, intelligent and with a presence on the court that makes it impossible not to look at her. But what really throws her off is not her talent, but the way her body reacts to her presence. Her scent envelops her in a way she has never experienced before, her alpha wolf roars inside her every time Y/N gets too close, every time she smiles at her in that playful way that leaves her head in a mess.

“Well, as you may have heard, we have signed two new players,” Pere said during a meeting before the start of preseason. “Both from the same team in Germany… Please welcome Ewa Pajor and Y/N Weisz, we still have one more signing to finish, but the staff and I are quite excited to welcome these great players.”

Y/N POV.

Ewa and I walked slowly into the meeting room where the players of the squad were. As I entered, I automatically grabbed Ewa’s hand, my nerves jumped when I saw how many people were sitting in front of us, I thought it would only be the players, but there were people from the staff, I assumed the physios, that room was full of people.

“Come on Pup, you can do it” she pulled my hand so I could follow her to one side of Pere. While Pere was talking to us and, I assumed, introducing us, I let my gaze wander around the room. I spotted a person in the audience, which made me feel calmer, until I felt someone push me lightly. “You should introduce yourself Y/N”

“Umm, of course. I’m Y/N Weisz, I’m English and ummh… I play forward, nice to meet you”

I heard Ewa laugh beside me, which made me look at her badly as I let go of her hand “stupid” I wherpered just so she could hear. She just laughed. “You can go take a seat, we are going to talk about what is coming up in the preseason”

There were some free seats next to Alexia, where Ewa and I went to sit. As I settled into the seat, I smelled something that made me frown, Ewa noticed it “what is it pup? Is there something wrong?” I looked at her and gave her a small smile “do you remember that a few years ago I told you that I might have found my partner?” She gave me a confused look while nodding slightly “Girls, can you please pay more attention”

“I’m sorry Pere”

I looked to the side before wherpering “I think she is here” I received a surprised look from Ewa, but neither of them said anything else.

A few chairs away, Patri and Pina sat together playing while waiting for Pere to start talking about what he had planned for the preseason. After the new girl came in, Patri had started to feel strange, which was noticeable by not paying much attention to what Pina was saying to her.

“Damn Patri, could you pay more attention to me? I've been talking for more than 5 minutes”

“Sorry Pina, I got distracted by something stupid”

While Patri responded, without having any idea what Pina had said, she couldn't take her eyes off Y/N, there was something about the girl that made it almost impossible for her not to look at her and keep an eye on her.

“Stop looking at her, you look like a stalker... you're scary”

“Shut up, I'm not looking at Y/N”

Pina let out a laugh when she saw how her friend gave herself away “I never said you were looking at Y/N” Patri sighed as she lowered her head in defeat.

Two months had passed since Y/N's arrival in Barcelona and since then Patri has not stopped feeling strange. Despite trying to ignore what her body tells her every time the forward is near, the reality is that every interaction with her makes her self-control become more fragile.

Y/N's scent has become intoxicating to her, impossible to ignore. Her alpha wolf growls every time the omega gets too close to her, every time he brushes her arm in training or smiles at her in that playful way that leaves her head in a mess.

Y/N, for her part, is already fully integrated into the team. She has made friends with several of her teammates and her relationship with Patri has evolved into a kind of constant game of provocations. Sometimes, Y/N gets too close, pretending to need help with a play, when in reality she just wants to see how Patri tenses up in front of her.

u closeness. Other times, she drops comments that make Patri choke on her water in the middle of the locker room, which causes laughter in the rest of the team.

The connection between them is obvious to everyone, except Patri, who continues to refuse to accept what is more than obvious to the rest of the team: Y/N is her omega.

The music boomed in the club, and Y/N enjoyed the company of her teammates. Patri stayed close, always watching, with that intense gaze that sometimes made her shudder. However, in a moment of distraction, an unknown alpha got too close to Y/N. her strong and dominant scent suddenly surrounded her, and before she could react, she felt how they tried to mark her with their scent.

Y/N’s instinct screamed danger. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to get away, but the alpha insisted with a sly smile.

“You have no mark,” he said arrogantly. “You could use someone like me.”

Before Y/N could respond, a deep growl cut through the air. Patri was there, her body standing between them. Her presence was an imposing shadow, her eyes shining with suppressed fury.

“She doesn’t need anything from you,” her voice was low, dangerous.

The alpha raised her hands in mockery, but Patri gave him no chance to continue. He approached Y/N, leaning towards her neck, and without hesitation, he slid her nose along her omega’s exposed skin, releasing her own scent in an unmistakable way. Patri’s fragrance enveloped Y/N, replacing any trace of the intruding alpha.

Y/N felt her body relax, her instincts finally calming at being protected. Her alpha had marked her, at least with her scent.

The other alpha clicked his tongue and walked away in annoyance. Patri, without turning away, looked at Y/Nintensely.

“Are you okay?”

Y/N nodded, but her heart was pounding. “Thank you…”

Patri just looked at her for a moment before muttering, “I’m not going to let anyone touch you.”

And in that instant, Y/N knew that maybe, just maybe, Patri was finally starting to accept the inevitable.

After that occasion, things had undeniably changed. Y/N trusted Patri more, they went out more often and used to meet up at someone’s apartment to watch movies or a series they had recently started watching together.

Although one of them was collapsing emotionally.

Patri was afraid, she was afraid of love and destiny. Y/Nwas her fear made person.

Four months had passed since Y/N had arrived in Barcelona and Patri had already accepted the inevitable. Her alpha wanted that Omega, she wanted to claim her. Although Patri needed advice or to talk to a more experienced alpha.

“I need your help…”

Patri quickly entered the café where she had met Ingrid and Frido.

“Ther sounds serious,” Ingrid commented, leaning on the table in curiosity. “What’s wrong?”

Patri sighed, running a hand through her hair. “It’s Y/N. I don’t know what to do with her. My alpha wants her, but I don’t know how to take the next step.”

Frido smiled in amusement. “Why don’t you just mark her and be done with it? Easy.”

“Frido…” Ingrid rolled her eyes. “Not all alphas are as direct as you.”

Patri snorted. “Exactly. I don’t want to scare her or do something that will make her back off.”

Ingrid gave her a sympathetic look. “If she’s your Omega, she’ll know. You just need to show her that you’re there, that you’re not going to keep her waiting.”

But Patri still had doubts…

Patri had managed to sneak out of the locker room before Y/N showed up. She didn’t want to see her yet, not after Ingrid and Frido had made her face her own feelings. So she had opted to seek refuge in the gym, only to be found minutes later by Alexia and Aitana looking grumpy.

“What’s wrong with you?” Aitana asked, leaning against one of the machines with her arms crossed.

“It must be because she’s realized she’s completely in love with Y/Nand doesn’t know what to do about it,” Alexia replied with a sly smile.

Patri groaned. “Can you two not jump to your stupid conclusions for five minutes?”

Aitana raised her hands in peace. “Okay, okay. But if you wanted to talk to us, it’s for a reason.”

Patri sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “I don’t know what to do,” she admitted in a lower voice than usual.

Alexia and Aitana exchanged a look.

“About what?” Aitana asked, though they both already knew the answer.

Patri pressed her lips together, as if she was having trouble forming the words. “About Y/N. My alpha… wants to mark her. But I don’t want to screw up.”

Alexia burst out laughing. “Jeez, Patri! You say that like you’re going to bite her neck all of a sudden in the middle of a game.”

Aitana joined in. “Though it would be fun to see that.”

Patri rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help but smile a little.

Alexia sighed and patted her on the back. “Look, if you really want her—and from the way you look at her, it’s pretty clear that you do—all you have to do is show her.”

“But if you really want her, you’ll have to do it.”

“Without being a brute,” Aitana added.

“Yes, without being a brute,” Alexia repeated with a smile. “Just be yourself, but don’t hold back so much. Y/Nis waiting for something from you, Patri. Don’t make her wait forever.”

Patri was silent for a moment, letting her words sink in. Then she nodded slowly.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Aitana repeated with an arched eyebrow.

Patri smiled, more confident ther time. “Okay.”

The night when everything changes is nothing extraordinary. There is no special occasion, no event that marks the moment, but the tension between them has been a constant in recent months, growing like a fire that neither of them has wanted to put out.

Patricio and Y/N are at Patri’s apartment, like so many other times. Dinner has been quiet, full of glances that say more than their mouths dare to admit. Y/N sits on the couch, legs folded under her, wearing a Patri t-shirt that's too big for her. The scent of her Alpha permeates the fabric, enveloping her like a constant reminder of who she belongs to, even if she doesn't officially belong there yet.

Patri sits beside her, elbows on knees, eyes fixed on the TV screen, but she's not watching anything. She knows. Y/N knows. It's now or never.

"Patri." Y/N’s voice is soft, but firm.

The Alpha turns her face toward her, her dark eyes reflecting something contained, something she's tried to suppress for too long.

"Yes?"

Y/N licks her lips, her heart pounding. She doesn't want to beg, but she doesn't want to keep waiting either. "How much longer are you going to make me wait?"

Silence settles between them, heavy, burdened. Patricio doesn't answer right away. A few minutes pass, with Y/N waiting expectantly for an answer that never comes.

Taking that as a negative, Y/N decides to leave Patri's apartment, with a big wound in her heart.

“I think I screwed up”

“No shit Sherlock”

Patri looked down when she heard the tone of voice Ewa used with her.

“I panicked, understand me”

Alexia let out a sigh as she thought about how to help her friend.

“I know you're young and you tend to panic on certain occasions Patri, but your actions speak for you this time, and she ended up hurt”

“I know Ale, but what could I say to her?”

The conversation ended there, with a rather affected Patria, thinking about how to talk about that subject with Y/N again and be able to explain her reaction.

Before leaving the locker room, Alexia spoke again “Y/N won't come today, apparently she woke up a little sick and asked Pere for the day off” and with that, she left.

Now Patri had only one mission, go and see her omega and let her know that she wouldn't make her wait for her any longer. She went to talk to Pere, convincing her to let her go because she felt a little sick to her stomach and that she wouldn't be able to train. Pere also gave Patri the day off, believing her poorly crafted lie.

With permission granted, Patri went to her car and then headed to the supermarket that was near Y/N's apartment. She bought candy, chocolates, food and medicine for everything, in case she had a cold, in case she had a migraine, in case she had an upset stomach. Patri was prepared for everything.

Or well, almost everything.

She never imagined that the health problem that had prevented Y/Nfrom going to train that day would be her heat.

When Y/N opened the apartment door, thinking it was Ewa who would bring her food for the day, she was surprised to see Patri standing in front of her.

“Patri? What are you doing here, you should be training with the others…”

Patri was standing there without making any movement yet. The aroma Y/N was giving off was driving her crazy, she wasn't thinking very clearly anymore.

“Ewa sent you? Something bad happened to her?”

“Y/N..”

Y/N placed a hand on her shoulder, which made Patri's body react automatically. Y/N realized ther when she looked down to see what she had bought. Patri was having an erection right now in front of her. Y/N's Omega instincts were playing against her at that moment, the only thing she could think about was servicing her alpha's erection, being able to feel it and make her come.

“I... thanks for coming to see me Patri, but it's not the right time” Y/N was sweating, feeling her body beginning to go through another heat wave and her crotch getting wetter and wetter.

“Yes, sorry I...” Patri gripped the bags that were still hanging from her hands tighter. Her breathing was getting deeper and deeper, her face was now more rosy.

Y/N saw that doubt crossed Patri's face and she decided to take the initiative “You can leave the things in the kitchen… I'll go to my room” she moved to the side, leaving enough space for Patri to enter.

It was clearly a lie, as soon as Patri began to put things away, Y/N stood behind her and hugged her. She let her hands rest on Patri's abdomen, leaving light caresses, feeling the warm skin against the tip of her fingers, which made her moan.

Patri let her instincts carry her. She quickly turned around and captured Y/N's lips in hers. Y/N moaned in the middle of the kiss, urging Patri to continue. She grabbed her thighs and lifted her onto the counter.

“Please, Patri…”

Patri growled into Y/N's neck, close to where her mating mark should be.

Patri smiled mischievously, feeling her heartbeat intensely. Y/N's burning gaze turned her on even more, and the atmosphere was charged with an electric tension that enveloped them.

“Yes, that's exactly what I want,” Y/N answered in a small voice, her breathing ragged. Patri's eyes sparkled as she heard her Omega's plea. She knew that the moment was what they both wanted, a crossing of desires and instincts that they could no longer ignore.

Patri leaned forward, her lips barely brushing Y/N’s soft, warm skin, causing her to close her eyes in pure delight. “You have to tell me,” she whispered, her hot breath caressing Y/N’s neck, making Y/N shiver. She wanted to hear it, she wanted to know how far she was willing to go.

“I want to feel your mark, my alpha, please…” Y/N’s voice was almost a wail, an irresistible invitation. Patri’s hands began to roam Y/N’s body, exploring every curve, every angle. She lifted her shirt, exposing her abdomen, and slowly lowered her lips, leaving a trail of kisses that made Y/N’s skin burn.

“You’re so beautiful,” Patri murmured, leaving a kiss on the underside of her breast. The sound of Patri’s voice made Y/N’s body react immediately; her lips parted and a moan escaped her mouth again. She could feel Patri’s need, the palpable desire flowing between them.

With a speed that took her by surprise, Patri lifted herself up a little, positioning herself between Y/N’s legs, who could wait no longer. Her face burned with desire as Patri looked into her eyes, seeking consent in every moment, every touch.

“Are you ready?” Patri asked, her lips just inches from Y/N’s, as if they were dancing in a current of sexual energy.

“Yes, fuck…” Y/Nanswered, eager, her voice full of longing.

Patri smiled, feeling that little phrase light a flame inside her. “Then I won’t stop,” she said in a husky voice, full of promise.

She took the head of her member in her hands, moving closer to Y/N’s entrance, feeling how wet and ready she was for her. With a firm but tender movement she pushed it in, Patri kissed her again, their time with a fierce passion that made both bodies move in perfect rhythm.

Patri began to rock her hips faster and more urgently, while Y/N couldn't stop moaning and asking for her alpha. The counter shook under the weight of their bodies, but nothing mattered. There was only them, unleashing a storm of sensations. Y/N's nails dug into Patri's back, inviting more.

“Yes Patri, right there… God”

Y/N's head fell forward, resting on Patri's shoulder, while she took one of Y/N's legs and lifted it up on the counter to get deeper. “Is that what you want? For me to fill you up and have my puppies?”

“Yes… I want you to call me Patri… Fill me with your cum”

“You feel so good… Y/N, my friend” Patri ran her tongue over the spot of the mark, preparing it to place her mark.

When Patri felt Y/N’s walls begin to close around her cock, she began to make deeper movements. She was turned on by the idea of being able to fill her omega’s pussy, seeing how Y/N then dripped with her cum.

“Take it all Cari… I want to see how good you will look filled with me”

The only sound that could be heard in that kitchen was that of both of their hips colliding, besides the wet sound they made.

“Patri, I'm going to do it... keep going like that, please.”

Y/N bit her lip to avoid making more noise, but Patri stopped her movements a little when she saw that. “No, Patri... why are you stopping?” Patri brought her hand to Y/N's face and her fingers caressed her lips. “I want to hear you, Y/N…”

After that exchange of words, Patri went back to her swing, waiting for her omega to climax.

As soon as she felt the spasms run through Y/N's body, Patri bit Y/N's neck, finally being able to mark her as hers.

Within minutes, they were both in Y/N's room, where she was riding Patri. Y/N was leaning forward slightly, holding onto Patri's abdomen, leaving scratches, but Patri couldn't care less if that meant seeing her omega jump on her cock and have her tits bouncing in her face.

For the next two days, neither of them left that apartment, although well, Patri was forced to stay lying next to her omega (recently claimed) since she didn't want to feel her alpha away from her. When Y/N's heat ended, they both had to go back to training, normally.

As soon as they arrived at the sports city, it was more than obvious to everyone what had happened, and well, if it wasn't obvious, Y/N proudly showed off the recently acquired mark. Behind her, Patri walked in, a small smile on her lips at something Y/N had said on the way to the locker room.

When Y/N walked out onto the field to warm up with Ewa and Keira, Alexia was the first to make a mocking comment to Patri.

"Welcome to the claimed Alphas club, Patri," Alexia says with amusement. "You've got a great life ahead of you." Everyone present burst out laughing at what Alexia said and at the sight of Patri blushing.

"Honestly, I thought it would take you another year," Frido adds with a smile.

I did my best with this. revised I hope you like it

#woso x reader #patri guijarro x reader #patri guijarro #woso omegaverse

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asterafroditis · 3 months ago

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𐔌 . ⋮ too late to speak .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆Azul Ashengrotto x gn! reader

𓏵 879 words

ᝰ.ᐟ 3rd Person POV, no pronouns used, unestablished relationship with reader, angst, hurt/no comfort

might give this a part 2 with a happy ending if I feel like it or anyone asks (-ω-；) feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

ᝰ.ᐟ masterlist

Azul always knew you were kind.

Not just polite or charming, but truly, genuinely kind. The kind of person who greeted everyone by name, who asked how their day was and actually listened to the answer. The kind of person who saw past his sharp businessman’s smile, his smooth-talking arrogance, and treated him as if he was worth more than just a contract.

But that was just how you were with everyone.

He told himself that, over and over again. That you were just friendly. That there was nothing special about the way you spoke to him, that he was foolish for thinking he meant anything more to you than the next student you happened to befriend.

So he waited.

Waited for a sign. For proof that you might see him the way he saw you. Because Azul Ashengrotto didn’t take risks he couldn’t afford to lose, and losing you—the idea of you rejecting him, looking at him with pity—was something he could never gamble on.

So he said nothing.

And in turn, neither did you.

You used to think Azul would be the one to confess first.

He was strategic, after all—always had a plan, always thought five steps ahead. If he wanted something, he found a way to get it. And for a while, you let yourself believe that maybe, maybe, you were something he wanted, too.

You caught the way he lingered whenever you spoke, how his usually quick-witted tongue tripped over itself when you leaned a little too close. The way his gaze softened when he thought no one was looking.

You noticed it all. And it made your heart race, made your stomach twist in that agonizing, hopeful way.

But Azul never acted. Never said a word.

So, eventually, you convinced yourself you had imagined it.

That if he truly wanted you, he would have done something by now.

That maybe, despite the way you thought he looked at you, despite the way you wanted him to look at you—he never actually felt the same.

But you had to be sure.

So you tested him.

"Azul, I need your help."

He looked up from his ledger, barely registering your words at first. He had spent the past hour going over the Lounge’s weekly earnings, making adjustments, analyzing profit margins—but all of that became meaningless the moment you stepped into his office.

You were smiling. You always smiled.

"Of course," he said smoothly, placing his pen down. "What can I do for you?"

You hesitated, shifting on your feet. That wasn’t like you. You were usually so confident when asking him for favors, teasing him about his endless contracts and over-the-top business plans.

This time, though, you looked... nervous.

"I... well, you know I’ve been spending a lot of time with—" you said a name. Azul barely heard it. His mind had already started ringing, a dull roar drowning out the sound of your voice.

No. No, no, no.

Not that name. Not them.

"I think I like them, Azul," you admitted, fingers gripping the hem of your uniform. "And I—I want to tell them. But I don’t know how to do it without making a fool of myself."

Your heart was pounding. It was humiliating, really, standing here, asking him of all people for help with this.

Because you weren’t just asking for advice. You were waiting. Watching.

For the slightest change in his expression. A flicker of something—anything—that might prove you hadn’t been wrong.

That all those moments weren’t just in your head.

That Azul wanted you.

But Azul didn’t react.

He blinked once, his expression unreadable, and then—he smiled.

The same careful, practiced smile you had seen him use a hundred times before.

"I see," he said, voice perfectly even. "Well, that is quite the dilemma."

A laugh escaped you—light, relieved. That was that, then.

It was never real, was it?

Azul had never liked you the way you liked him.

His throat closed up. His hands curled into fists beneath his desk.

You—you were asking him for advice on how to confess to someone else.

He should’ve seen this coming. He did see this coming, deep down. But he had been too much of a coward to act. Too afraid of rejection to reach for the one thing he wanted more than anything.

And now?

Now you were asking him to help you love someone else.

He couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.

"Azul?" Your voice was so soft, so sweet. So unfair.

He forced himself to smile. To laugh.

To play the part of the perfect, unaffected friend.

And when you beamed at him, oblivious, he knew—he had already lost.

You had your answer.

It stung. More than you wanted to admit.

But at least now you knew.

At least now, you wouldn’t spend another second waiting for something that was never going to come.

You smiled at Azul, one final test, but he didn’t hesitate. He launched into his usual confident spiel, offering you advice like it was nothing. Like he wasn’t crushing your chest with every word.

And for the first time, you really believed him.

Azul didn’t want you.

Not like that.

And if that was the case, then maybe moving on really was the right choice.

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damnfeelings09 · 5 months ago

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Gorgeous - Shadow version

Authors note: This is my first Shadow POV, characters are all +18 and I try to keep em as reallystic as possible, I'll add a few thing here and there. If you couldn´t tell this pov is based on T.S song Gorgeous so you can totally listen to it while you read, it will help you to understand it better.

Party

Your idea of a perfect afternoon at home was a good book and a cup of coffee; however, when Rouge mentioned they were going to Metropolis Zone for something relaxing, you thought it would be a good idea. How wrong you were. Right now, you were at The Heat, a bar with loud music, people all over the dance floor, and a lot, a lot of alcohol. Saying you were stunned would be an understatement, but deep down you were grateful to Rouge for getting you out of your cave, even though you’d never admit it.

While you accompanied Rouge to the dance floor and both had fun, someone was watching you curiously from the upper part of the bar. Shadow wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol in his system or his senses being dulled by the loud music, but his feet started moving to the melody.

“You should take it as a compliment, that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talked…”

You, already having lost more than one sense, were laughing loudly as you ran her hands over her body and swayed your fluffy tail from side to side. “Hey, Moon! Look over there,” said Rouge, pointing toward the stairs. There, a figure stood that she couldn’t quite make out, probably due to the amount of alcohol you had consumed. “Wow, looks like we have a party pooper,” you said, mimicking his pose and laughing. You stopped in your tracks when you saw that figure glide gracefully through the guests, heading directly to the bar. Like a magnetic field, you followed.

“You should think about the consequences of your magnetic field being a little too strong.”

When you reached the bar, you looked around for him and found him sitting on a stool, staring into the vastness of his drink.

“You’re so cool it makes me hate you so much.”

You ordered two drinks: “Whiskey on ice, sunset in vine,” walked toward that stranger, sat beside him, and slid the drink closer to him. “Hello” you smiled. “I haven’t seen you around here before.” He didn’t take long to turn his face towards you. Two perfect crimson orbs locked onto you, analyzing you, as if he could see straight into your soul. His spines were jet black, fading into a deep red, matching his eyes. He wore a black vest, his white fur shining through it.

“You’re so gorgeous, I can’t say anything to your face, cause look at your face.”

You felt hot, all the heat concentrated in your cheeks, you could swear you were just as red as a tomato at that moment. Damn it, how were you going to speak now? Look at that face, you couldn’t say anything.

“And I’m so furious at you for making me feel this way.”

Although Shadow remained as stoic as ever on the outside, he was definitely not on the inside. All night, he had kept his eyes on that long-eared bunny in the short dress, admiring, analyzing every step you took, holding onto the railing to avoid saving you every time you looked like you might trip, and clenching his fists when someone approached you. Shadow found it peculiar that you wouldn’t dance with anyone, not even when that big yellow cat came over. Why were you talking to him now?

“You should take it as a compliment that I’m talking to everyone here but you.”

“I don’t usually come to places like this.” “Wow... well, neither do I” you said, pushing a drink next to his hand. For just a second, your hands brushed, and that second was enough to send a jolt of 100,000 volts. His spines flickered with small orange sparks.

“You should think about the consequences of you touching my hand in a darkened room.”

“I’m Moon.” When Shadow realized he couldn’t easily escape your company, he turned to face you.

“If you’ve got a boyfriend, I’m jealous of him, but if you’re single, it’s honestly worse, cause you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts.”

“Shadow,” He said, trying not to let his recently discovered liking for long ears show. Boy he was lost. Your big purple eyes, like the sunset, white fur glimmering from small droplets of sweat. I feel like I might burn so bright and die.

“You’re so gorgeous.”

What was happening? Shadow wasn’t used to this... this feeling of electricity running through his body wasn’t like using his chaos energy; it was something else, something foreign to him. He didn’t know if he liked it or disliked it, but he couldn’t take his eyes off your hypnotizing purple gaze.

“You make me so happy it turns back to sad.”

You stood like that for a few seconds, until your friends dragged you back to the dance floor. You didn’t want to leave. You wanted to know what it was about that hedgehog that drew you in. He was an enigma, and you wanted to uncover what he was hiding. Shadow didn’t want you to leave, but he wasn’t going to stop you either. He wasn’t used to wanting, to needing something. It was hard for him to get his thoughts and feelings in order. He raised his glass and drank the entire contents in one go, left a bill on the bar, and walked out, trying not to look back.

“There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have.”

Shadow got on his motorcycle, torn between whether he should go back inside and ask for your number, if he should say goodbye or just walk away as if nothing happened as always. That was stupid; you two just shared a drink and a look. It wasn’t anything.

“Guess I’ll just stumble alone to my house.”

You watched as Shadow leave the place, a void growing in your stomach. Quickly, you grabbed your coat and ran after him. What were you doing? Had you lost your mind chasing after a stranger who hadn’t even shown interest in you? But those eyes, you couldn’t leave without at least trying. Just before Shadow started his motorcycle, he saw the white bunny leaving The Heat. You were looking around, as if searching for someone. When your eyes met, you smiled and walked toward him.

“Unless you wanna come along.”

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mywritersmind · 24 days ago

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ACROSS THE HALL - LN4

part one

summary : Lando Norris and Max Fewtrell have rented a nice apartment in miami for the week before the grand prix! They were promised a beautiful view, nice rooms, and a smart TV! What they didn’t know was included is a smart mouthed girl with an affinity for cow slippers.

or : In which Lando Norris has a crush on his neighbor.

listen up : lando x american diva! dual pov + third pov randomly bc i couldn’t decide! will hopefully be a series but i need some serious motivation. requests are open!

heard through the grapevine that lando and max rented an apartment in miami for this week and idc if it’s not true bc i wrote this!

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Lando doesn’t know when it started, but once he heard the incessant banging on the front door, it didn't stop. “Christ- Max, turn down the music!” He yells at his best friend, hurrying out of the kitchen, his socks sliding on the hardwood floors for him to finally reach the door.

The second the door swings open, she starts. “Let me ask you something. Have you ever had a neighbor before?” Lando blinks, looking down at the surprisingly attractive girl. She places her hands on her hips and just before she opens her mouth again, Lando gets a horrible feeling that he’s done something wrong. “I don’t know where you came from but every other person who rented this apartment has been kind and quiet and fucking normal! Why are you blasting club music at one in the morning!? How many people are even in here? To be honest, I don’t really care. I'm a very curious person though and would like to know if you were raised by a woman; because I guarantee, if you were, she would be disappointed.”

“Um…” He hesitantly says, scared of making her go off again, “who are you?” She's taken back by his accent for a moment but stands up straighter after a temporary lapse of insanity.

“The person who’s sharing this floor with you and can’t fucking sleep because a teenage boy is up-” she looks past Lando, “Baking and blasting music four hours before she has to be up!” She finally finishes then, huffing out a breath and dropping her arms to her side.

Lando narrows his eyes, “Did you just call me a teenage boy? And insult my mother-”

“I didn’t insult your mother, I insulted you.”

His brow quirks at this and she has the horrible realization that he’s enjoying this. “Why do you have to be up at five?”

She’s a bit shocked at his question, wishing the handsome man would just apologize and move on. “Please, just turn down the music.” She sighs, crossing her arms. Lando takes her in full now, eyeing her white pajama set and getting particularly interested in her slippers that look like plush cows on her feet.

He leans against the door as she notices his intrigue, pulling her arms tighter over her chest, “You know, you could have just said that. Though I did enjoy your little crash out, got the whole small but mighty thing going for you, huh?”

She doesn’t say anything, just stares. She’s still wondering why he’s playing such horrible music at this time. He’s attractive, sure. No girl has come around the corner half naked yet. So what is this then? Some sort of bachelor pad for the week?

A voice breaks their silence, “Lan, I think I burnt the pavlova!” Lando cringes at this, neither he or Max are great bakers but a quick tik tok from P about this dessert gave them both false confidence.

“Pavlova…?” Y/n mutters to herself, her eyes finding the suspicious man who looks disappointed now. He turns his head, looking down the hall and making Y/n’s eyes dart to his jaw.

After an hour of building up the audacity to come knock on the door across from hers, she was too filled with rage to see who she was yelling at.

He is, for a lack of better words, incredibly hot. He’s in grey sweats and a tight white shirt that moves with his muscles. He’s got dark curls that form a sort of messy mullet and compliment his tanned skin far too much, especially in the fluorescent lighting.

Y/n shakes her head as he turns back to her, ruling out the bachelor party in her mind.

“We’ll turn down the music.” Lando gives in, almost forgetting why this gorgeous girl is still in his doorway, “Promise.”

She nods, barely noting that he didn’t apologize. “Thanks.” She turns and hurries back to her apartment, disappearing behind the dark red door in a split second.

Lando shuts the door slowly, still a bit confused and making his way back into the kitchen. “Max…”

“Lando! What was that!? I burnt the whole thing!” His childhood friend is scurrying around the apartment, opening every window as Lando’s eyes land on the charcoal treat. Max stops when he sees Lando frozen, his mind clearly elsewhere, “Hello!? Did someone open the door and kiss you?”

“I just met our neighbor.” He looks up at his friend who scoops the contents of the tray into the trash.

“And?”

“For someone so angry, she was very pretty.”

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Despite the rough night Y/n had, her morning went much smoother. Delivering a package that had completely taken over her life for the past two months felt like a weight was lifted off her shoulders.

She had spent so long on the painting that she feared the end result would be hindered by how often she looked at the large canvas. In a kind turn of events, the girl ended up loving it. And even luckier, the client did too.

She treated herself to an iced coffee the second she got back, finding herself at the small shop that is far out of her price range for a morning treat but too delicious to overlook.

Coffee in one hand, a bouquet of tulips in the other, she sighs and steps into the cool air of her elevator. Her quiet is disturbed by a voice, “Wait! Please!” Y/n stops the doors instinctively, looking up at a man with curly hair and round cheeks that are very red.

He lets out a huff of air before whipping his head around to the door, “I’m running from someone.” He practically jumps into the elevator, slamming his hand on the button Y/n had already pressed.

The doors shut just as he realizes they’re going to the same place. “Please tell me you’re our pretty neighbor and Lando didn’t invite a girl over on our lads holiday.”

Her brows move upward at the ‘pretty’ bit, understanding now that this must be the handsome man’s loud friend. “I’m your neighbor. Who are you running from?” Y/n says and before she knows it, she’s shaking the man’s hand.

“I’m Max! My idiot friend.” He says brightly, “Heard you were upset about last night- really sorry about that. Lan just flew from Bahrain and his sleep schedule is all fucked up and of course he made me stay up but I could only stay awake with the music-” The elevator dings and the doors open, revealing Lando standing with his arms crossed.

“How did you get in front of me!?” Max says, still out of breath and looking panicked at the sight of his friend.

“You fucking ditched me!” Lando grabs Max’s shoulder, hard.

“P called!”

“I had to avoid questions about ma-” He notices the girl with Max now, innocently sipping her drink and enjoying their animated conversation.

“Look who I found!” Max straightens, presenting Y/n as if he acquired her on the street. He goes to say her name but realizes that neither of them know it, “Oh. Um…”

“I'm Y/n.” She finally says, smiling at the two. “It’s nice to properly meet you.”

Lando looks down at this, “Right, uh… I’m Lando.”

“You didn’t introduce yourself last night!?” Max slaps Lando’s arm, “Your mum would be ashamed.”

At this, Y/n laughs out loud. Making Max look surprised and Lando groan inwardly. Of course he had to say that. “So… why were you running from him?”

They both look at the girl, Lando letting go of Max and sighing, “Long story.” She hums at this, still curious but understanding that he doesn’t want to share.

Max apparently does, “One where I almost died but sure-”

Lando rolls his eyes, “He did not almost die.”

“I did!” Max walks down the hall, “P saved me.”

Lando eyes the girl as Max walks in front of them, “His girlfriend.” he then raises his voice, “who, as much as I love her, cannot save you over the phone!”

Max flips Lando off and shoves the key into the locked door, “Sorry again about last night, Y/n. I’m more sorry that it was Lando who opened the door and not me. I really wish I saw you yell at him.”

Lando’s eyes go wide at this, Y/n now laughing at the thought of Lando explaining what she’d said. “I can recreate it if you’d like, he still hasn’t apologized anyway.” She turns fully to him as Max cracks up in the corner, his face now matching his partner in crime.

Lando feels bad now, scratching the back of his neck at the call out, “I’m very sorry.” He looks down at her, his eyes soft when they meet hers, “And I hope you got up at such an ungodly hour feeling refreshed.”

Y/n grins, “I did, thank you.”

“Maybe you should invest in some ear plugs though. Ever heard of Loop-”

Max groans, “Stop giving the woman more reasons to hate you!” Lando just grins at this, Y/n’s eyes narrowed at the look he gives as he walks away.

Lando nods at her slightly, Max gone already as he retreats down the hall, “Have a good day, pretty.” It takes her back, the sweet name and wink that flies her way. She doesn’t have the chance to respond, he’s back in the apartment too quick, the red door closing behind him.

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lando

“Oh my god.” Max says the second the door clicks shut, “You flirted with her, didn’t you!”

I roll my eyes immediately, “I did not.”

“You did!” I sit on the couch, pulling out my phone which he snatches from me, “You’re insufferable.”

“What!?” I let out a laugh, trying to grab my phone back which he only holds up higher in the air.

“I’ve been trying to get you to go out with Vanessa for weeks-” I shake my head at the thought, “And you’ve all but fallen at our pretty neighbors knees!”

“Max.” I deadpan at his dramatics, “I apologized.”

“You said good day!” He sounds like he’s in a victorian novel, making me laugh and argue back.

“You told me to be nice!”

“You called her pretty.”

“So did you.” I stand, taking my phone back, “I’m telling P.”

“I called her pretty because you did. Something P would not be mad at because P isn’t just pretty, she’s beautiful.”

“Shut up with your lovey dovey shit.” I fill up a glass with water, “I’ll go out with Vanessa if it means that much.” He’s been pushing this girl on me for weeks and as much as I love women, a triple header is not a time for me to try something (or someone) new!

“No.” He huffs, “Maybe this is good. Maybe you should flirt your little player boy heart out.” Along with trying to set me up, he’s also been attempting to lighten my mood. Hence our little week getaway before Miami.

I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose and choosing to ignore the part where he called me a player. “Can I go on the sim now?”

“You mean, Can your best friend Max Fewtrell beat you on the sim now? Yes!”

I watch him practically skip to the machine and when I go to join him, I have to stop myself from playing our music a little too loud.

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you

There’s a knock on my door exactly one minute after I scream. I open it and am not surprised when I'm met with the face of my new neighbor. “Are you okay?” Lando says quickly, he looks more distressed than I am.

“Yeah!” I push my hair out of my face, regretting it immediately when I feel the catch of paint on my skin, “Are you?”

He doesn’t answer me. “We heard you scream- something fell?”

I nod, crossing my legs and dreading turning around because of the absolute mess I've made, “I put up a bookshelf last week… clearly not well.”

He smiles a bit at this, something ridiculously small and crazy attractive. I hear Max from the other side, swearing like a sailor as Lando groans, “Right, looks like we’ll be ordering in tonight.”

“Oh shit thanks for reminding me!” I pull my phone out of my jeans pocket and checking the time. “What’re you guys getting?”

“Uh I don’t know actually… You’re the local, what’s best?” He leans against my door frame so effortlessly that it makes me bite my lip.

“Uhm well I’m getting Thai from a place down the street, it’s insanely good!” I grab my keys from my catch all and shut the door behind me.

He looks at me up and down, “You’re going right now? Like that?”

I scoff, “Are you insulting my choice of shoe wear?”

He just laughs, shaking his head. He turns back to his door and just when I think I'm going to be alone again, he yells, “I’m going with Y/n to get food! Text me what you want.” I can hear Max’s quick protest before Lando shuts the door and his attention is back fully on me. He pauses for a second, his phone sliding into the back pocket of his jeans, “That’s okay… right?”

I just nod and get into the elevator that feels oddly cramped with him by my side. He’s staring at my feet still. When he notices that I'm staring at him, his face splits into a grin. “Why cows?”

I shrug, “I liked the flowers.”

“Why is there paint all over them?” I sigh at his words, the one part of my life I simply can’t hide because it’s on everything I own.

“I’m an artist.”

“You have paint on your face too.” He motions to his forehead. I sigh, already forgetting the fact and wiping mine with my sleeve. “Do you paint cows?” I step out of the elevator first and lead the way, letting him talk as he follows, “Or flowers?” His hands are in his pockets, the night air oddly cold tonight. “You don’t have a boyfriend.”

At this, I stop. Turning to face him and making his shoes skid against the ground.

“I mean- you put up bookshelves by yourself. Unless your boyfriend is just a dud finance guy. Sorry that was rude.” He goes back and forth with himself, barely keeping eye contact and making me laugh.

I pull my lips together, “No. It was funny.”

He meets my eyes, something that, until now, I couldn’t decipher the color of. “So you do have a boyfriend then?”

“Why do you want to know so badly?” At this, he only smiles. He really is cute.

I keep walking. I think he’s following me but when I turn around to check, there’s two guys talking to him.

I shake my head and continue to the shop.

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lando

“Thank you so much!” one of the guys says to me as they walk away. “Good luck next weekend!”

“No problem!” I say, hurrying away and almost missing the shop that Y/n is in. I walk up next to her like nothing happened, “So, what should I get?”

We end up sitting at a little table in the back, Y/n sips her diet coke and watches a family or five near us. “You shouldn’t have paid.”

I ignore this, “Did you grow up in miami?” I ask, to which she hesitates before shaking her head.

“Moved here for college and just never left.” She has both of her hands on her soda, tapping a finger against the lid. “Where did you grow up?”

I tell her. I tell her as little as possible without trying to make myself sound like a serial killer. I don’t really want her to know anything about me. Is that bad when I want to know everything about her?

“You’re an artist.” I bring the straw of my water to my lips, “You give that energy.”

She laughs out loud at this. “How so?”

“Well besides the fact that you have paint everywhere, you’re very…” I can’t really explain it, and I'm doing a horrible job by moving my hands in the air, “Artsy?”

She nods but I can tell she wants to laugh again but she leans back in her chair and I swear, she checks me out. “You’re an athlete.” She says, catching me off guard and making me raise a brow.

The corner of my lips tug upward, “Am I just that jacked or…?”

She rolls her eyes at the same time the worker hands us our food. There’s three bags that she simply glances at. “I don’t have a boyfriend but while I have a man at my disposal… I might as well use you.” And then she shrugs and walks out.

I’ve never grabbed something so fast.

“Hey so- our food is all mixed in the bags.” I mention when we get into the elevator.

“Because you had to pay for mine.” She bites back.

“So we don’t know what is whose, so why don’t you just come over and have dinner with us?” She just stares at me. “Max is driving me crazy already and I promise we’re not crazy or criminals.”

She hums, “Yeah, okay.”

“Really?” I say a bit too enthusiastically, I hadn’t expected her to actually say yes but it’s a very pleasant surprise.

“Sure. I mean, if I get murdered at least I'll be well fed.” she walks out of the elevator with her hair swinging behind her like it’s nothing.

“At this point, you’re more likely to kill us.” I unlock the door and let her in.

We all end up around the kitchen table, it’s absolutely covered in different plates that are being picked at by each of us. Turns out, Y/n fits in great. She's ridiculously funny and keeps saying shit about Max that flies right over his head.

We tell her about how we grew up, “I still can’t get rid of him.” I say as Max flips me off, “Somehow I've just collected his family and girlfriend too.”

“I want to meet this girlfriend.” Y/n says sweetly before raising a sudden brow at Max, “You sure she’s real?”

Max scoffs and shows her his phone background, “Very much so!”

“Max!” She grabs the phone, dropping her fork into her noodles, “She’s gorgeous! I’m impressed.” He looks all proud and nods as he takes his phone back. Y/n looks at me now, “So what’s wrong with you then?”

I look around, confused on how this subject got turned on me, “Nothing!”

Her eyes narrow, turning to Max and pointing at me, “What’s wrong with him?”

“His lifestyle doesn’t… allow him to date.” Max has a shit eating grin on his face, something I'll be sure to remind him of later when he’s bragging on the sim.

“That’s a lie!” I argue, “I get women!”

Max laughs, throwing his head back, “Oh buddy, we know.” He says it as if I've been with tons over the past months. I want to yell that I haven’t even had sex since february but I think that’ll make things worse and more embarrassing for me. “Y/n, he’s not emotionally available.”

She grins, holding her cup in her hand still. She moves it as she talks, all I can hear is ice. “You sound like a male escort.”

I'm growing more horrified by the second, “I am not a male escort! I just… I don't want to date right now. Is that so bad?”

“No but it makes me think you’re either a slut or just got your heart broken.” Okay so Y/n is just as straightforward as she was last night.

My jaw drops, “What’s your excuse then?”

She breaks eye contact then, “I wouldn’t say heartbroken… more like, I did the breaking.” She shrugs, taking a bite of a spring roll.

Max whistles, “Tell us everything then.”

“There’s not much to tell. I broke up with him and he can’t seem to grasp that fact…” She stabs at her plate, “I sorta wish he would understand though because it’s getting really annoying. He keeps making burner accounts to stalk my instagram.”

Max claps his hands together, “Easy fix! Post a guy.”

She shakes her head, “No way… then everyone else would see it too. Plus, me telling him I don’t love him should be enough.”

I practically choke on my food, laughing so hard as Max starts clapping again, “Y/n, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.” He stands, moving into the kitchen with his cup.

“Finance bro?” I ask, her nose scrunching at the thought.

“Worse… indie artist.” I laugh even harder at this, “We met in a sculpture class.”

“Oh no…” I shake my head.

She puts her hands on her cheeks, “He was cute!”

“Lemme see, then.” She begrudgingly pulls up a photo of him, of them. They’re dressed up and the first thing I notice is that her hair is a different color. I then remember why I'm looking at this and zero in on him. “Nope. Ugly.”

She laughs and puts her phone away, “Ugh! Enough about him. I’ll have nightmares.”

“After seeing that, so will I.” I shiver, going back to my food and debating saying something in my head. “Can I ask you something?”

She nods, “Sure.”

“You didn’t seem that shocked.” I say hesitantly, “When those guys stopped me outside.”

She shrugs, “Only mildly.”

“You know why, then?” I twirl my fork in my hand, hating this conversation already.

“I know you.” She blinks, making my stomach literally drop.

I try to hide my absolute disappointment, knowing I should know better than letting a random girl into my space- “You do?” Max walks back in, sitting down.

“Sort of. I googled you.” Oh.

“Oh?” Max joins in.

“Both of you.” She explains, “I was curious and still had to make sure you weren’t actually serial killers… Now I just know you’re actually best friends and you’re a- streamer?” She looks at Max, then me, “You too? F1 a side gig or…?”

I smile, actually smile at her. I don’t think I've ever been so relieved in my life. “I can’t believe you didn’t know me.”

“Okay, cocky!” Max says before I flick a piece of rice at him.

“I just mean- How? You live so close to the grand prix! There’s ads everywhere.”

“And I hate sports. I’m am only interested if it’s creative usually and whatever the fuck you guys wear- and drive, are not.”

I frown, “My car was shiny once.”

“Shiny and orange.” she points out, “Although you guys are pretty hot.” She says it like it’s nothing so I have to pretend my heart's still beating at a normal pace. “Last year I actually rented out my apartment for the week… made a shit ton of money, so thank you.”

Y/n ends up leaving right before Max and I start watching some movie she recommended, “What are you doing tomorrow?” I ask, in what’s becoming my favorite doorway ever.

“Sitting in my studio.” She sighs, “Gotta finish painting something. How about you guys?”

“Beach day!” Max yells, making popcorn in the kitchen.

“Beach, gym, streaming… knock on our door and I'll drop everything to pretend to be your boyfriend, though.” I add on as she looks down, smiling. “Anything else we have to do? I mean, we are going to be here for four more days but still.”

She thinks for a moment, twirling her hair around her finger like a princess. “Before you leave you have to go to brickell at night. I’m not sure if two guys will enjoy it as much as me but, check it out.”

“Y/n!” Max pokes his head out the door, “What is ‘how to lose a guy in ten days’ about?” She smiles and walks backwards into the hall.

“That’s the point of a movie, Max. You get to find out.”

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