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ventismacchiato · 4 months ago

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1O stuck with you — sand in my ass !

scaramouche x gender neutral reader

As with most things involving Scaramouche, your day starts off on a disastrous note. The cramped quarters of the dorm building force all ten of you into a chaotic dance as you rush to get ready, dodging elbows and sidestepping misplaced shoes. Unfortunately, you seem to be magnetically drawn to Scaramouche, bumping into him no less than five times before breakfast. The microphones crackle with your manager’s impatient voices, urging everyone to hurry.

“You took that long just to come out looking like that?” Scaramouche’s voice greets you as you finally make it into the kitchen with the rest of the group. He doesn’t exactly wrinkle his nose in disgust, but it’s a very near thing.

You ignore him, your eyes instead raking over the counter filled with neatly stacked plates of pancakes. The scent of fresh fruit wafts up, and you instinctively reach over to grab a fistful of berries.

“Wow, who managed to make all this?” Lumine asks, marveling at the spread before piling an impressive stack onto her plate.

Kazuha, flipping a pancake with a practiced ease, jerks his thumb toward Scaramouche, who’s manning the stove like he's scared Kazuha is about to set it ablaze.

Your hand freezes mid-reach. Without a word, you drop the plate you picked up back onto the counter, your appetite vanishing.

“You are so petty, just eat it, Y/N,” Fischl murmurs, standing behind Scaramouche with an amused look. “Can you add chocolate to mine?”

“What are you, five?” Scaramouche grumbles, but he obliges, grabbing a handful of chocolate chips and sprinkling them over her pancake while simultaneously swatting Venti’s wandering hand away from the stove.

“You’re acting like he’s trying to poison you,” Yoimiya sighs, exasperated, as she takes her own plate and starts to serve herself.

“He probably is,” you mutter, poking at your untouched pancakes with a fork, still skeptical.

Scaramouche, not missing a beat, shoots you a glare. “I will cook bleach into your next meal.”

A loud, resounding "NO" echoes from the intercoms, reminding everyone that Jean, ever vigilant, is monitoring your every move.

Scaramouche, annoyed, looks into the ceiling where he thinks the camera is. “I WILL!” he shouts, voice dripping with defiance.

“Scara, baby, turn around. The camera’s behind you,” Childe says with a laugh.

Scaramouche swivels around, eyes locking onto the correct camera this time. “I WILL!”

“Wow, you sure showed them,” Aether chuckles, drizzling syrup over his and Lumine’s pancakes, clearly enjoying the idiocy.

You, on the other hand, can only sigh, clasping your hands together in mock prayer. “Please, get me out of here,” you whisper, hoping that someone, anyone, is listening.

“No,” Lisa laughs into your ear piece.

Anyone but Lisa.

The sun blazed overhead, casting long shadows on the sandy track laid out for the first challenge of this god forsaken fake dating show. The tension between you and Scaramouche was palpable as cameras buzzed around, capturing every strained glance you both sent one another.

“Could you both at least pretend to smile?” Lumine sighs, coming to stand in between you both.

“No,” you both say in unison.

"Alright, contestants!" Yae's voice rang out cheerfully over the loudspeaker as she sat a couple feet away from you all, "Our first challenge is a two-legged race! The winning pair gets to have a private date with a gourmet meal!”

“Now, obviously we want Scaramouche and Yn to win,” Yae admitted with a sigh, “But for this challenge we will actually play it to keep it a little realistic.” Yae claps her hands as she signals to the ropes on the ground.

“All of you can pair up, except for our lovebirds. Tie your ankles together and stand before that line. The course isn’t too long.”

You glanced at Scaramouche, who was examining the ropes with a bored expression. "Just try not to trip us," you muttered, as Scara fastened the rope around your leg and his.

He rolled his eyes. "Don't worry. I'm not planning to win this anyway."

As the race began, it was immediately clear that Scaramouche was dragging his feet, literally and figuratively. He barely lifted his leg, forcing you to stumble and struggle to keep pace. The other pairs surged ahead while you and Scaramouche lurched forward in awkward, jerky movements.

"Can you at least pretend to try?" you hissed, frustration mounting with every step.

Scaramouche smirked. "Why should I? Do you really want to go on a date with me?"

“No, but I don’t want us to look like unathletic idiots on tv,” you huff.

“Don’t worry, you already look unathletic,” Scara adds unhelpfully.

Yae sighs from where she’s sitting as she watches you two barely make it past the starting line.

"Scara, I know you're good at this!" Yae called out, her voice carrying over the sound of the other contestants' laughter. Lumine and Yoimiya had already crossed the finish line, untying themselves with triumphant grins.

"Scaramouche, I swear if you don't—" you began, but he cut you off with a weary sigh.

"Fine, fine," he muttered, more to himself than to you. Scaramouche, still grumbling under his breath, wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. With a sudden burst of athleticism, he finally matched your pace, and together, you both stumbled forward with more rhythm than before. You were no match for the other pairs who had long since finished, but at least you weren’t tripping over each other anymore. It was almost too natural, too comfortable, and for a split second, you forgot about the cameras and the show. But then reality crashed back in when he pinched your waist when you started slowing down.

"Finally, almost done," you muttered, trying to ignore the warmth of his hand on your waist and focusing on not tripping over the sand.

"Yeah, yeah, just don't mess this up," Scaramouche replied, but there was no real bite in his words that time.

Finally, you both crossed the finish line, far behind everyone else. Yae clapped her hands together, a mischievous smile on her lips. "And our final pair has arrived! Congratulations, you two. You were... spectacularly last."

Scaramouche immediately let go of you, stepping back as if the contact had burned him as he slipped out of the rope binding you two. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his dramatics, but before you could respond, Yae continued.

“Of course, for the sake of the show, we’ll just pretend you two got first place. After all, what kind of dating show would this be if the main couple lost that badly? Miya and Lumine, you both can have a gourmet meal too but just off camera.”

“So rigged,” Aether sighs.

“In the other games we’ll play fairly, it’s just for the first episode,” Yae giggles.

The other members were already lounging on the sand, enjoying their downtime as you’d both taken forever to get going. Venti and Fischl had even started a sandcastle, which was somehow more elaborate than anything you’d ever seen.

Venti waved at you with a playful grin. “You two sure took your time! Must’ve been having too much fun, huh?”

You and Scaramouche simultaneously scoffed at that, and you could hear the others chuckling at your synchronized reaction.

“You guys are stupid,” you huff, kicking sand towards your nearest victim. Poor Childe.

“I agree,” Scara says, but his voice was quieter, almost contemplative. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Then just fuck on camera so we can all go home!”

“Venti, move over. I’m going to kick down your castle.”

“NO WAIT!”

You dig your toes into the sand, letting the cool grains slip between them as you wait outside the kitchens for Scaramouche. The sun is setting, casting a warm orange glow over the beach, and Yae's words about a "romantic walk" still make you want to gag. She had told you the meals would be set up away from everyone else so you both could enjoy a romantic walk towards your date. The last thing you want is to spend more time with Scara pretending to be enamored with each other, especially after the disaster that was the race.

“Aww, look how cute Y/N is, waiting for their date,” Yoimiya teases, a grin spreading across her face as she takes another bite of the crab she and Lumine had won.

“If he doesn’t show up in ten seconds, I’m leaving without him,” you grumble, crossing your arms in frustration.

“No, you won’t!” Lisa’s voice blares from the intercoms, making you jump a little. “Remember, you’re supposed to be in love. Try to act like it!”

You sigh, rolling your eyes, just as Scaramouche finally appears, looking equally as unimpressed. “You ready?” he asks, not bothering to hide the lack of enthusiasm in his voice as he walks ahead without you.

“Not really, but let’s get this over with,” you mutter, pushing off the wall and starting down the path that Yae had indicated earlier as you catch up with him.

The walk is awkward, to say the least. Neither of you says a word, and the only sounds are the gentle waves crashing on the shore and the distant laughter of the other contestants. The romantic atmosphere Yae had tried to create is completely lost on you both.

Finally, you reach the small table set up near the water’s edge, lit by a couple of lanterns. The meal is already laid out—lobster, of all things, with sides that look way too fancy for a beach dinner. You sit down across from each other, the silence continuing to stretch as you both start to pick at the food, trying to figure out how to eat without looking ridiculous.

Then, out of nowhere, your ear pieces crackle to life. Lisa’s voice bursts through, louder than before. “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DO SOMETHING INTERESTING!”

Scaramouche groans, his fork clattering onto his plate as he rubs his temples. “Do they ever shut up?” he mumbles.

You stifle a laugh at his pain, but it quickly turns into a grumble. “Apparently not.” You take a deep breath, trying to think of something to say that won’t make this whole situation more painful. “So, uh… what are your hobbies?”

Scaramouche stares at you, disbelief written all over his face. “Seriously?”

“What? I’ve never been on a date as an idol before,” you reply, trying not to sound too defensive but miserably failing.

He smirks, leaning back in his chair. “Yeah, that’s apparent.”

You scowl at him, refusing to let him get under your skin. “You can’t talk. Your last relationship was a total disaster.”

His smirk fades, replaced by his usual look of annoyance. “Ew, let’s not discuss my ex.”

Before you can respond, Lisa’s voice crackles through again, this time more exasperated. “THIS IS KILLING THE MOOD. THE STUDIO IS DRY. BE HOT.”

“What does that even mean?” you mumble, helping yourself to the calamari rings Scara wasn’t touching.

Scaramouche sighs, clearly just as fed up as you are. He reaches across the table, and you blink in surprise, half expecting a slap as he leans forward.

“Hold still,” he mutters, his fingers brushing against your chin. You feel a light pressure as he wipes something from the corner of your mouth. Before you can react, he brings his thumb to his own lips, licking it off casually.

“Gross, I hate squid,” he complains, pouring himself a drink as if nothing happened.

Your breath catches in your throat, and you can practically hear Lisa’s triumphant yell through the earpiece. “YES! LIKE THAT! Finally, some chemistry!”

You stare at Scaramouche, who just shrugs as he forgets about the cup entirely and starts drinking straight from the bottle. He meets your eyes over the rim, as if daring you to say something. You value your life so you keep your mouth shut.

You narrow your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart is pounding in your chest. But before you can retort, you’re faced with the lobster on your plate. The shell is hard, the claws menacing, and you realize with growing embarrassment that you have no idea how to eat it without making a complete fool of yourself. You were used to instant ramen since none of your members cared to cook back at the dorms. The cameras are still rolling, and since you hadn’t eaten all day out of sheer pettiness, this damn lobster was your last option.

Scaramouche seems to notice your hesitation if the growing smirk on his face is any indication. “You’ve never eaten lobster before, have you?” he asks, his tone surprisingly neutral. That neutrality puts you on edge.

“No,” you admit reluctantly, hating that he now has more ammunition to tease you with. You’re about to push your plate away and accept your fate, considering just chugging the dipping sauces out of spite, when Scaramouche sighs, setting down the bottle.

“You’re hopeless,” he mutters, reaching across the table to pull your plate in front of him. With practiced ease, he cracks open the lobster’s shell, separating the meat and placing it back on your plate.

“There,” he says, sliding the plate back over to you. “Now just eat it. And try not to make a mess, dumbass.”

You’re stunned into silence, watching as he casually goes back to his own meal as if he didn’t just do something unexpectedly considerate. The cameras must be catching every second of this, and you can already imagine the headlines. He was taking this dating show more seriously than you’d thought he would. If the cameras were off he would’ve usually just let you starve.

Lisa’s voice crackles through your earpiece, full of praise. “Wow, that wasn’t emotionally constipated at all!”

You finally manage to pick up your fork, poking at the perfectly prepared lobster on your plate. You’re not sure if you’re more irritated that Scaramouche had to help you or that you’re actually grateful he did. Either way, you grudgingly take a bite, and it’s annoyingly delicious.

“What is it now?” Scara asks, looking from how you keep glancing at him, “Did you forget how to chew, too?”

“Nothing,” you mumble, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s gotten under your skin. “Just… thanks.”

He pauses for a moment, as if considering whether to make a snarky remark, but then just nods as if he decides you aren’t worth the extra words. “Whatever. Just don’t make a habit of needing my help.”

You roll your eyes at his words, but your chest feels uneasy.

You shake it off as being sick from skipping breakfast.

[00:00:00] INTERVIEW ONE, TAKE ONE

JEAN: Can you state your name for the camera?

SCARAMOUCHE: Why? Everybody knows who I am.

JEAN, EXASPERATED: Just do it, please.

SCARAMOUCHE: [SIGH] Fine. It's Scaramouche, or Kunikuzushi.

JEAN: Thank you. How was your first day on the island?

SCARAMOUCHE: It was ass.

JEAN, LOUDLY: Cut!

[00:13:00] INTERVIEW ONE, TAKE TWO

JEAN: I'm going to ask you again. How was your first day on the island?

SCARAMOUCHE: God, it was fine. Is that what you want?

JEAN: Thank y-

SCARAMOUCHE, INTERRUPTING: Actually can we retake that? I sounded too nice. I want all the fans to know I hate Yn—

JEAN: [SIGH] Cut!

[00:00:00] INTERVIEW TWO, TAKE ONE

JEAN: Can you state your name for the camera?

YN: YN! Everyone's favorite coke whore!

JEAN: Jesus Christ, cut!

YN, BEFORE THE CAMERA CUTS: What? God forbid I channel my inner Ayesha Erotica!

[00:25:00] INTERVIEW TWO, TAKE ONE

JEAN: Please state your name for the camera.

YN: It's YN! Everyone's favorite from Windblume! [WINKS]

JEAN: How was your first day on the island?

YN: It was okay. It's really hot and I got sand in my shorts. Not on purpose, Scaramouche threw sand at me because I looked at him funny. Stupid bitch. Then—

JEAN, TIREDLY: Can someone give me a normal answer for once?

YN: —after that disaster, Venti lost my vape—wait, can I say that on TV? Probably not. Anyways, it was a Lost Mary too, which are expensive!

JEAN: Cut!

YN, STILL TALKING: And after that the rest of the day was okay. I'm trying to treat this like a vacation from being an idol, so.

JEAN: Why did I get a normal answer when the camera turned off? [GROANS]

stuck with you!

masterlist — prev | next

i edited those plushies of scarayn myself do we like ☺️ yn is a grey panda to be gn

comment on the masterlist if i can use ur user as a fan in the au!

end of act one 🎬

synopsis — after the disaster that was the live award show, where you and scaramouche got into an argument on stage after both of your groups got a tie for top artists, your guys' PR teams have been in shambles trying to scrape up your mess. that's when the idea to send you both off with some other idols to a remote location for a survival dating show to mend your public image comes up. before you know it your bags are packed and you’re on a plane to a remote island. the only obligation is you need to end up with scaramouche at the end of the show, whether you end up liking him or not doesn’t matter to your managers as long as the show’s ratings stay high. whatever you do in between to get there is up to you!

notes — i’ve been feeling down and sick so i wasn’t in the mood to write but here you all go, wasn’t it worth the wait! 😊 pls don’t harass me to post fast touch some grass guys 😢

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#scaramouche smau #scaramouche x reader smau #scaramouche x yn #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x gender neutral reader #scaramouche x male reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x oc #stuck with you smau

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gojoest · 6 months ago

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the one with the waiter — gojo satoru

— a lunch date gone wrong, or maybe not so…

established relationship (you’re married), gn! reader, fluff/crack, dealing with your husband’s shenanigans

a/n: i said i would be doing regular short stories with satoru to challenge my motivation to write so here’s the first one! the way i’ll be naming the titles is obviously inspired by the tv show friends :>

“satoru”, you glared at your husband from across the table after the waiter was done taking your orders.

“yes, my love”, satoru beamed at you.

“do you mind explaining what that was all about?”, you put in extra effort to keep your voice low while forcing a casual smile. you were in public after all — and compared to your husband, you were not one to make a scene in front of other people who were definitely not there to pay for a side of couple’s quarrel from the next table to go with their lunch.

“what do you mean?”, he asked, confusion written on his face, “are you mad because i ordered only desserts?”

“no”, you swiped your fingertips through your forehead and then put your hand back on the table. “you were really rude to the waiter”

“oh, that”, he made it sound like it was a distant memory he just remembered, “that’s because he was flirting with you. he should be grateful that i only asked for someone else to wait our table after he’s done taking our orders”, he clenched his fists. the vein on his forehead was more visible than ever and looked like it would pop any moment if he kept furrowing his brows any harder than he already was. what was there to be so mad about, you wondered.

“you told him to get lost…..”, you shook your head disapprovingly, “like, did i miss something there? when did he exactly flirt with me?”, you scoffed in disbelief, crossing your arms and leaning back against your chair.

“he was taking notes about you and he kept looking at you only with that idiotic lovesick smile on his idiotic face”, satoru said through gritted teeth, nervously shaking his leg under the table which inevitably, due to his long ass limbs, led to the table shaking too as his knee was bumping beneath the wooden surface.

all eyes in the restaurant were on you now, everyone turning around to see what was going on with the two of you — which was exactly what you were dreading.

you took a sip of your water to give yourself a few seconds to recollect your sanity and keep it under control while you try to calm your delusional husband down. “first of all, stop with the leg shaking, please — you’re bothering everyone”

he immediately ceased. pursed his lips and looked down at his lap, ready to be lectured like a child.

“the guy was not taking notes about me — he was writing down my order. that’s what waiters do, baby. they write stuff down so they don’t mess it up and serve you something else you didn’t order.”, you sighed.

“he didn’t do that with me though”, satoru uttered through a pout.

“that’s because there were three deserts on the menu and you ordered them all. that’s not very hard to remember”

“but he kept staring at you with that stupid smile. only i can look at you with a stupid lovesick smile…”

“he did not look at me with a lovesick smile, satoru. you were shooting him death glares, baby. the guy didn’t know what to do. he got all nervous and sweaty trying to avoid eye contact with you, so he kept staring at me….”, your voice grew softer as you went on and on until you ended your explanation with a light chuckle while leaning in and sliding your hand towards his side of the table only for his hand to quickly meet you midway and cup itself around yours.

“i just hope he won’t get in trouble because of what you did…”, you continued, genuinely concerned.

“well”, he looked at you, a mischievous grin sparkling in his eyes, “here’s the deal — if you lose the chair and come sit on my lap for the rest of our lunch, i’ll make sure he keeps his job”

“oh, you…”, a gasp left your mouth but you didn’t quite know what to say after that. at this point you were not really sure if this was simply an awkward accident or a perfectly scripted scenario by your dearly beloved husband aimed to make you sit on his lap in a restaurant full of people. either way, you had to close the deal.

#ઈઉ — ai writes #[ ♡ ] — satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff

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iliketangerines · 2 months ago

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wife please kuai liang facesitting wife please wife you know how i feel about this wife PUHLEASE

kuai liang banging his fists on the table and just staring at reader going "HOLY FUCK JUST SIT ON MY FUCKING FACE ALREADY" (i'm lying his ass would not do that)

entangled in your wamrth

a/n: @partycatty college is kicking me down into the darkest pits of hell right now

pairing: kuai liang x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), porn with feelings, pussy eating, face sitting, brief overstimulation, creampie

Kuai Liang scratched at the side of his face, observing you training the initiates from the other side of the sparring fields

it had been a few months since the Shirai Ryu had been established, and things were finally settling down: initiates had started training, the buildings were coming along, and Takeda had finally managed to calm down enough to not try and escape every day

the only thing he had yet to do was marry you

his engagement ring sat heavy on the thread around his neck, glinting the sunlight into his eyes and reminding him of the delay

yours similarly hung around a thread around your neck, the metal tucked underneath your tanktop to keep it from flying around while you showcased the moveset

perhaps it was just the uncertainty of the future: if plans would change, if Bi Han would attack, if Liu Kang would require them

he didn’t want to have to keep pushing the date of the wedding further and further back, disappointing both you and him

Tomas called out his name and snapped Kuai Liang out of his thoughts, and his younger brother looked at him with an amused smile

“you know, you really should marry them soon. everyone here is itching to see you two get married.” Tomas stood next to Kuai Liang, slightly bumping his shoulder into the grandmaster’s as a he gave a cheeky grin

“besides, we all see how you two stare at each other. it’s only a matter of time before something happens.” the gray assassin laughs and turns into smoke as Kuai Liang turns his head and goes to smack his younger brother

he scowls as the gray smoke moves away and toward you, materializing into Tomas

over the soft breeze, Kuai Liang could hear his brother challenging you to a spar, to show off your moves to the initiates properly

you smile at the gray assassin and slightly crouch, beckoning him to attack you first, and Tomas grins at you, lowering himself into his fighting stance

Kuai Liang watches from the side, heat creeping up his neck as Tomas’s comment plays in his head while he watches you fight

you’ve stripped off the upper layers of your uniform underneath the heat of the sun, your pants hanging onto your hips and exposing your soft underbelly

he turns his head away, fingers reaching up to play with the metal ring on his necklace, but his eyes dart back to you just for a moment

even through the fabric of the bottoms, your strength still shows with how you leap into the air, grappling with Tomas even as he tries to dodge you

it’s an impressive sight, and Kuai Liang watches as you take down Tomas, wrapping your thighs around his neck and slamming him to the ground and disorienting him

he taps at the side of your thigh, and you release him, helping Tomas up as the initiates cheer and clap for your win

Tomas goes to leave, but you grab back onto his hand, telling him to stay, you need a practice dummy to show off all your moves

the assassin pales and turns into wisps of smoke, flying toward Kuai Liang and appearing right behind him before solid hands push the grandmaster out from underneath the shade of the pagoda and into the light of the sun

you laugh when you see Kuai being pushed and you walk over, sweat covering your skin, and yet despite the heat, you wrap your arms around his neck and bring him into a kiss

Kuai Liang places one hand on your hip, the other coming up to cradle your upper back and bring you in closer as he tastes you on his tongue

you taste like black tea, the last drink you had, and you smell of sweat and musk and you

he wouldn’t change a single thing truly, and he melts into your embrace, trying to drag you closer into him, almost trying to bring you into him

you pull back first, breathless, and look up at him with a knowing smile, “you really miss me that much?”

Kuai Liang keeps his hold on you, laughing softly and sneaking in another kiss to the corner of your lips, “of course i did. how could i not?”

you roll your eyes at the comment but nonetheless smile at the corniness, peeling yourself off of him and grabbing onto his hand to drag him to the initiates

already, he misses your warmth against him, and he sighs in discontent at the fact that he couldn’t hold you a bit longer

“Tomas doesn’t want to help, so you’re going to have to help me. all you have to do is stand still and look pretty,” you turn back to him with a smirk, “not like it’ll be hard for you”

Kuai Liang lets out a laugh and murmurs a quiet agreement, too distracted with how the light breeze plays with your hair and how the edges of your eyes crinkle up when you smile or how your face brightens every time you see him

placing him in front of all the initiates, they bow and greet him properly, and he bows back, letting them sit down as they watch the demonstration

it’s nothing too complicated what you show, simple kicks and hits and dodges, fundamentals to more complicated moves

you send them off to practice and weave in between their fighting forms, correcting their posture, their form, and reminding them of the moves

Kuai Liang moves off to the side, sitting down on the steps leading down to the training fields, and watches as you teach, fingering the ring hanging on his necklace again

as the sun starts to set, the kids lay on the field, out of breath and sore from practicing all day, and you laugh and tell them to go and get dinner and have fun before bed

they all go to leave, but one student’s hand shoots into the air, “wait! can you show that one move again? it was so cool!”

you tilt your head and look for the questioning voice, smiling at a young girl, “of course i can, which move do you want to see?”

“the one where you wrapped your legs around Master Smoke’s neck and took him down just like that!” the girl slaps her hand down for dramatic effect, and you laugh

your head turns to Kuai Liang, and you jerk your head to bring him to the yard

he obliges and walks to the middle of the field, crouching down to prepare for the blow, and you set yourself up across the field from him, bouncing up on the balls of your feet before crouching down

a second passes as you both collect your breath, and then you charge at him

Kuai Liang instinctively moves to get away, but you immediately adjust, leaping up into the air perfectly and swinging yourself up to wrap your legs around his neck and squeezing

he falls down to the ground, grunting and pulling at your legs but you remain firm, squeezing your thighs even tighter around his neck

his hand frantically taps at the side of your thigh, and you loosen your hold on him, smiling and laughing while the initiates clap once again

you stand up from the ground, shooing them off to get dinner, but Kuai Liang remains on the ground, an arm draped across his burning face as he tries to control his breathing

not ever had he really thought about your legs like that once, yes he had admired the muscle, the strength you held, the beauty of your body

but he had never once considered that he would find it so…arousing

of course, he knew about it, as careful as his father was, the three teenage boys had managed to find a way to scrounge up erotic art

he remembers glancing at it, unsure if it really was that appealing or not before turning to the next page

his memory replaces the picture with you and him, your thighs surrounding his head, your scent enveloping him completely, your pleasure dripping down his face all because of him

another flash of heat travels up his neck, and he can smell his clothing starting to burn and fringe at the edges from the embarrassment

“Kuai Liang, are you okay?” you peer over him, crouching down to examine him, and he sits up and clears his throat, waving his hand in the air

“i’m okay, just a little caught off-guard.” he tries to hide the raspiness in his voice, the thought of your thighs wrapped around his head prevailing frustratingly

a sudden wave of jealousy bubbles up in his stomach at the thought that you had wrapped your thighs around previous opponents before

he had watched you perform the move countless times, it was almost your signature move at this point, and Kuai Liang has to smack himself internally to shake off the envy

you hold your hand up for him to grab, and he pulls himself up, hoping that you didn’t notice the heat in his palms

“come on, let’s go and get dinner. i’m starving.” you bemoan it dramatically, holding onto his hand and practically dragging him out of the field

your ring comes loose from your tanktop, catching the last fleeting rays of the setting sun

Kuai Liang wonders if the time will ever be right to marry you, if time will ever permit, there would always be something to attend, something to fight, something to defend

coldness creeps up onto the tips of his fingers at the thought of never being able to marry you, to seal his love for you in history, to let the world know that he loved you so greatly and devoted his entire life to you

Kuai Liang tugs your hand into his before you can disappear to the dining halls

“let’s get married. right now.” Kuai Liang sounds breathless, feels breathless as he says it

you turn around with wide eyes, brows lifted in surprise at his rudeness, and he grabs onto your other hand and rubs his thumb over the top of your hand

“i don’t know what’s going to happen in the future, if the Lin Kuei will attack, if Liu Kang will summon us, but i do know i want to marry you. i want to marry you before it all happens.” Kuai Liang rushes the words out, nervousness creeping into his voice

you stare at him slightly open-mouthed, your breath so quiet that Kuai Liang has to strain to hear it, and he struggles to keep his hands still as he hold onto yours

a small smile creeps up onto your face, and you laugh, throwing your arms around him and squeezing him tightly

“of course i will, Kuai. let’s do it.” you bring your head back to look into his eyes, sparkling with something bright, and you bring yourself forward to kiss him

Kuai Liang meets you with just as much force, teeth clacking together painfully, and you pull back slightly enough to laugh at how eager the both of you are before pressing back in

the next day, the both of you sign the marriage certificate at the office down in the town by the Shirai Ryu

neither of you can let go of each other’s hand as the both of you walk back up the mountain, smiling and giggling at each other

bark litters the back of your shirt from how many times Kuai Liang backs you into a tree and starts kissing you, hands gripping tightly onto you everywhere, your shoulders, your waist, your hips

when you both finally make it back up, Tomas stands there with crossed arms, a small smile on his face

“so you two finally decided to tie the knot?” Tomas teases Kuai Liang, but the gray assassin gives his grandmaster a small gift bag for the both of you

Kuai Liang smiles and looks to you, “yes we did.” he squeezes your hand, and you squeeze it back, smiling back at him

“i thought i would be your best man, Kuai, but alas, i guess i’m not your true brother after all.” Tomas sighs dramatically, and Kuai Liang rolls his eyes, resisting the urge to punch him in the shoulder

“of course we’ll have a proper ceremony in time,” your husband brings you in a bit closer, “just couldn’t wait any longer.”

“well then, we’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day then. go and have some fun” with a small wink, Tomas disappears before Kuai Liang can grab him, face burning

it was bad enough that he had found something out about himself yesterday, and it was even worse that Tomas knew what you two were going to do

he opens the gift bag, and the both of you look inside

Kuai Liang thinks he is going to kill his brother as he stares at a bottle of lube, burn cream, and a small box of condoms sitting at the bottom of the bag

you laugh at the gift and tug on his hand, “well come on then. let’s take some time for ourselves. i think we deserve a bit of celebration.”

he wants to be mad at his brother and chase him down around the compound, but he really could never resist your smile, at least not when you looked like that

Kuai Liang lets you drag him through the hallways, blood rushing south as he stares at the back of your thighs, the way your pants hug the curve of your ass

the memory of you wrapping your legs around his neck flits into his head again, and he lets out a quiet groan at the thought, relief flooding through him at the sight of his bedroom door

neither of you waste time, Kuai Liang slides the door close and immediately brings you into his arms to kiss you, melting into your touch, your warmth as you grab onto him

his hands slide down your back, and he cups the curve of your ass, kneading at the plushness and groaning into your mouth

you laugh a bit at his eagerness, pulling back to make a teasing comment, but he doesn’t let you, unwilling to part from your lips even for just a second

he presses further into you, groaning into your warmth, the softness of it, the gentle way it surrounded him, the way it curled inside of him and sent life blazing through his soul

patting softly at your buttocks, he groans for you to jump, and you do so easily, wrapping your legs around his waist, thighs hugging him to tightly

he walks towards the bed, setting you down gently onto the soft sheets and being careful to not crush you with his weight as he presses his lips into yours

you groan, hands clutching onto the back of his uniform, back arching into him, and he settles his hips down further, to press his aching heat into yours

the pressure forces a choked grunt out of him, heat spreading from his stomach and through his body, and you moan into his mouth, rolling your hips against him

Kuai Liang turns his face to bury it into your neck, letting out small moans and whimpers as you grind against him, and he attaches his lips to your neck, lightly nipping at your skin

a small surprised yelp falls from your lips, but you don’t push him away, rather your hands grow tighter, tugging his shirt downward

he places the flat of his tongue over the bite mark, soothing the soft skin and tasting you, and Kuai Liang pulls away, his body aching to grow close to your touch once again

his hands work quickly on your uniform, undoing the sash and belts and buckles, and his mouth slightly parts at he works your top off of your shoulders, showing your chest to him

slowly, his brings his hands from your shoulders and feels your chest as you breathe heavily, your own hands holding onto his upper arms, squeezing and kneading at the muscle

Kuai Liang lets you, too distracted with the muscle he can feel underneath his fingertips, the proof of your hard work and training underneath his touch

he traces the scars you’ve gotten over the years, from trying out new weapons and moves, from sparring your allies and fighting the enemies

tracing the scars with his fingers first, he then lays a feverish kiss on every single one of them, murmuring praises every time

your heat warms him, the embarrassment in your voice as you moan and complain, telling him to stop, but your hands remain steady on his arms and then his hair as he moves further down

slowly, carefully, he undoes the belt holding your bottoms up, and he wets his lips as he exposes every inch of new skin, your stomach, muscle showing up as you tense up your abs when he kisses the softness

his hands bring your bottoms down your thighs, your ankles, and then to the floor, and your legs remain on top of his shoulders, keeping you exposed to him

you’ve gone silent, fingers nervously playing with the strands of his hair that have come loose, and you open your mouth, “you don’t have to, Kuai, i know-”

you interrupt yourself with a gasp as he brings his fingers up to part your pussy lips, staring at the mess you’ve already created for yourself

and all he’s done is kiss you

Kuai Liang glances up at you, “of course, i want to, how could i not?”

he wastes no time after that, pressing his mouth to your pussy, using his tongue to spread the folds and collect your taste on his tongue

it tastes like you, distinctly you, and he moves his head in further for more, his nose bumping and grinding against your clit, the friction making you gasp and whine

wrapping his arms underneath your thighs, he tries to drag you closer, frustrated that he can’t get deep enough, eager to make you whine and whimper

he can’t fuck his tongue deep enough into you, can’t hold onto you as tightly, can’t taste you as well, frustration wells up in his chest

his hips rut into the bed instinctively, the rhythm inconsistent and jerky, too engrossed with your pleasure to try and get himself to cum

he whines into your pussy, and he pulls away, glancing up at you as you let out a disappointed sound and look down

“i need more. i need more of you. i need you to sit on my face.” Kuai Liang crawls up, patting at the side of your thigh to get you to move as well

“what? i mean, are you sure? i don’t want to hurt you.” you move to get on your knees but kneel next to his head, not quite moving yourself above him just yet

he frowns, a hand grabbing onto the flesh of your thigh and squeezing it slightly, “please. you won’t hurt me. i promise.”

you oblige with his plea, moving slowly until you hover above him, your heat just a few inches away from his face

Kuai Liang moves his arms, grabbing onto your legs and pulling you down onto his face, his tongue fucking into you and nose grinding into your clit again

this time he can taste you, feel every part of you, how your thighs trembles around his head, how your pussy tightens around his tongue

your hips jerk onto his face, and you let out a whine, hand flying down to grip onto his mussed hair

he groans at the feeling, pulling you down tighter onto him, relishing in the feeling of you tightening your legs around his head as your clit grinds harder on his nose

it’s addicting, the way you slowly start to grind on his face, your pleasure spreading across his face, your taste coating his tongue

through the muffle of your thighs surrounding his head, Kuai Liang can still hear your choked moans and whimpers, how you whine out his name and gasp

his fingers dig into the flesh of your thigh, heating up as he moans into your cunt, eyes closing as he savors the taste of you

he thrusts his hips into the air, almost instinctively to try and find any friction against his aching cock, but Kuai Liang finds that he can’t really care

no, not when you sound so sweet, taste so delicious, feel so wonderful wrapped so tightly around his head

you gasp out his name, a short warning, and he fucks his tongue eagerly into you, tasting how you release on his tongue, feeling how you grind desperately onto his face

gripping onto you even tighter, he tries to drag you down further, to get more of you, and you whimper and gasp, thighs tensing as you jump up

his arms keep you firmly attached to him, even as you whine that it’s too much, that you just came

but you don’t even attempt to try and get up, still grinding down onto him and gripping onto his hair like a lifeline

Kuai Liang fucks his tongue into, wanting to at least get one more out of you, just one, and he moans into your pussy

you let out a pitiful choked moan of his name when you come on his face again, and he lets you ride out the vestiges of your orgasm, tongue lapping up into you to try and get every drop

slowly, you bring yourself up, thighs trembling with effort as you move yourself off of him and onto the bed, laying on your back and staring up at the ceiling

Kuai Liang turns over to look at you, licking his lips as he stares at you

your chest rises and falls rapidly, a slight sheen of sweat coats your skin, and your hair is messy and frizzy from the heat of the room

you look beautiful, and Kuai Liang gently tilts your head so that he can kiss you, needing to feel you against him again

letting him guide you, he keeps your head tilted and his lips to you, kissing you, tasting you, feeling you against him

your hand gropes at his pants, and he pulls away, “ah. you don’t have to.”

“i want to. i really do. come on-” you slightly squint at him as you paw at his pants a bit fruitlessly, head still fuzzy from the orgasms

Kuai Liang sheepishly smiles at you, feeling his face flare with heat, “...i already came. i need a few minutes.”

you stare at him with wide eyes, “just from…?”

he responds with a nod, glancing away from your amused face to your thighs, looking at the thick muscle shake as you begin to laugh

grinning at you, he shuffles downward and throws your thighs back over his shoulders, and you let out a surprised squeak and stare down at him

“now, who’s laughing?” he knows it’s a corny line, and you can’t even get an answer out before he places the flat of his tongue against your clit, leaving the long drag on the sensitive bud

“that’s! that’s not fair! you can’t-hnng!” you cut yourself off with a small sound as Kuai Liang wraps his lips around your clit, sucking harshly on it

his eyes flutter close as you try and stutter out a curse, and he simply smiles against your pussy, moving down to fuck his tongue back into you

you whine and grip back onto his hair, your head tilting back into the pillows as he tastes you on his tongue

he really could stay here forever, forever surrounded in you, your thighs squeezing his head tightly, your sweet moans filling his ears

his tongue laps at you endlessly, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you, and he can feel himself growing hard again, his hips rutting against the bed and his cum sticking to the cloth of his underwear

whimpering, he pulls his pants down, just enough for him to fist the base of his cock and keep himself from cumming

“Kuai- please please--nngh, i want you,” you plea with him, voice breathless and a little hoarse, and he looks up to you, how you look at him so openly

he brings himself up, keeping your thighs up on his shoulders as he brings himself up to kiss you, pulling off the rest of his pants with one hand as moans into your mouth

you whimper into his mouth as he grinds against you, stifled gasps escaping you every time the head of his cock catches against your clit

throwing his pants off to the side, he parts from you, leaning his forehead against yours, “okay, i got you. i have you.”

slowly, he pushes in, and your hands fly up from the bedsheets to dig your nails into his shoulders, a loud keen tearing from your lips

he doesn’t stop, slowly pushing into you, wincing as small tears leak from the sides of your eyes, and he kisses them with gentle lips until his hips press flush against yours

you pant heavily, still gasping for air, your pussy clenching around him tightly, as if trying to push him out

Kuai Liang resists a moan, instead breathing heavily, waiting for you to adjust, to calm down until you felt okay again

he wants patiently, pressing kisses to your face everywhere, murmuring that he had you, that he was here, that he loved you

slowly, surely, you start to relax, your breathing evening out, and you open up your teary eyes to stare into his

one hand moves from his shoulder to cup the back of his neck as you bring him in for another kiss, never being able to have enough of each other

his hips move slowly, barely thrusting into you, testing the waters, and when you only give a small weak moan, he pulls back a little further, thrusts a little harder

the pleasure is all-consuming, swallowing him from the inside out, burning him up until he was a bright star in the sky

your moans echo into his ears, bringing him high above, and how you squeeze around him as Kuai thrusting in faster and faster

it’s the wet slick sound of sex in the air, his hips rutting into yours unevenly, desperately, wanting to feel every bit of you

reaching his thumb down, he rubs it against your clit, feeling how you clench and tense around him, a high-pitched whine of his name flying into the air

“please, please,” he moans into your mouth, wanting to feel you cum on his cock, for you to cum with him, he needs it, needs you

you hum into his mouth, craving him just as much, and he groans into you as his hips stutter as you clench around him

he doesn’t stop thrusting into you, hips slow and sloppy as you both cum, and you pull back and rest your forehead against his, eyelids fluttering close as you try to calm your breath

Kuai Liang does the same, careful not to put all his weight into you as he moves your thighs from his shoulders down to wrap around his waist

neither of you make a move to clean up, too absorbed with each other, engulfed with each other’s warmth,each other’s love

“are you okay?” Kuai Liang breaks the silence first, opening his eyes to stare into yours, the peaceful look on your face, devoid of stress and tears

you hum an agreement, “mhm, just tired now”

“let me clean you up then.” Kuai Liang moves, but your fingernails firmly dig into his shoulder

“no, stay with me, just a few more minutes…please” it’s barely a whisper, voice hoarse and scratchy, weighed down by exhaustion

“...okay, just a few minutes.”

you both fall asleep in each other’s arms

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eirianerisdar · 6 months ago

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Top 20 Charlos Moments

Was talking to my twin @wafflesrisa about Charlos during Imola FP1 earlier and I decided to rank the most insane Charlos moments in order - ranked purely on moments that show just how much they're friends, not just teammates

This is just my own preference and it'll be different for everyone, but here a (non-exhaustive) list:

1. Bahrain 2024 crochet chili

"I want to gift this to you. From my fan to me, to you. So you will remember me for the rest of your life." "A chili!!" "For our post Teammate Era." "Ay we are only starting the season!" Carlos: "You will forget [the chili] there." Charles, softly: "No I won't." Also feat. nearly crying in the car afterwards

2. Miami 2024 Water flick

Carlos doesn't even look at the glass in the couple seconds before he flicks the water at Charles. He's looking at Charles and smiling. Charles gets a little overwhelmed with the affection and gets shy (bonus Ferrari team member being us looking at them)

3. Canada cotton ball lean

The cutest moment in this isn't Carlos telling Charles to admit that Carlos won. It's them both Zendaya laughing at each other when Charles gets caught cheating and Charles having this moment looking at the back of Carlos' head where he gets so overwhelmed with affection he collapses his whole weight into Carlos' side. Their caps bonk. It is cute.

4. Zandvoort 2022 headphone exchange -

Carlos, fixing Charles' headphones: "Put them properly eh? I know you very well." Lissie: "NO, YOU GUYS ARE VIBING TO DIFFERENT SONGS." Charles: "WE FOUND LOVE IN THE HOTTEST PLACE -" *C2 wheeze-laugh at each other and exchange headphones by placing them on each other's faces* Lissie: ...

5. Miami 2024 "I know you too well now"

Charles knowing he knew Carlos well enough to speak for him, and Carlos nodding silently in agreement. Then vice versa, Charles then having unshakable faith in Carlos' understanding of himself. Fist bumps. Fondness.

6. The kiss kiss saga: Charles' rayban kiss. 2023 Bracelet kiss kiss. 2023 music challenge kiss.

The first one especially gets me because it's a solid 5 seconds of Charles looking at Carlos, going FRIEND! MY FRIEND! and going *air kiss*

7. 2023 Abu Dhabi waist pinch and DTS Bahrain waist pinch

Waist pinches run in the Sainz family. Charles knows it's Carlos without needing to look by the time Abu Dhabi rolls around

8. 🎵Just the two of us🎵

Do I even need to say anything

9. Bahrain 2022 1-2 podium hug and butt pat

I can't find the video but Charles stepped up to the top step and instantly was like I HAVE TO HUG MY TEAMMATE I AM TOO HAPPY NOT TO HUG MY TEAMMATE AND SHARE THIS WITH HIM

10. Cookie decorating

So much happens in this video. The complete lack of personal space. The comfy sofa. The vocal stims. Twinning. Carlos sings "Dancing in the Moonlight," and Charles whistles it a bit later. Icing to the cheek. Teasing.

11. Zandvoort 2023 catch up

Charles forgetting they did spend the last bit of summer break further away from each other because they spent so much of the first part of summer break not far from each other. Also again. Carlos loves his personal space, Charles also loves Carlos' personal space

12. Carlos: "I'm not going to be here." Charles: *flinches*

13. TELL CHARLES TO COME CLOSE TO ME AND WE CELEBRATE THIS ONE TOGETHER/helmet pats/gentlest hug in parc ferme /podium champagne

I can't find the video of the hug but it's so gentle and Carlos leans his cheek into Charles' and I die

14. Love Honey Sweetie Baby Darling

They just pick up pet names and exchange them like lego

15. OG music challenge squishes/holding hands in OG quiz with wrenches

16. Abu Dhabi 2022 end of season message

Charles was plainly trying to smile for the camera but rightly upset with not having the championship year he wanted, but his smile turned genuine when Carlos hugged him and said Charles at least deserved P2 in Abu Dhabi for the great year he had driving incredibly well

17. Mexico separation anxiety Charles (Edit: posted initially with wrong link, updated now)

18. Zandvoort 2023 fond eye rolls

19. Carlos' 2022 birthday

They're insufferable. Charles' whinging is cute too

20. Carlos looking somft when imagining racing Le Mans with Charles

"With Charles," he says, while his press officer smirks

Feel free to add to this I just went down a wormhole of Charlos feels

#It's 1:50 AM have to sleep for work tomorrow but I just HAD to make this #this is basically a lexicon of all the times they were like I AM VERY AFFECTIONATE FOR MY FRIEND #f1 #charlos #carlos sainz #charles leclerc #ferrari #scuderia ferrari #my post #charlos lore #charlos masterpost

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natailiatulls07 · 1 year ago

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Haunted house

Oscar Piastri x female!reader

Summary - McLaren are doing a haunted house halloween video and Oscar manages to rope in his girlfriend

Warning - Blood (fake), swearing, chainsaw (fake), clowns, spiders and a mention of the exorcist??

A/n - Another first timer today!! I love Oscar!! 🤍

23 Halloween season

When Oscar told me that McLaren were doing a Halloween challenge video for their YouTube channel and had offered Oscar to rope me in, I was excited. Growing up I Ioved Halloween; dressing up, getting free sweets and watching spooky movies, they were just so exciting to me.

Naturally I grew up but yet I still held that love for the holiday. So that’s why I agree and now I’m in the passenger seat of Oscars car on our way to the secret location.

Every so often he was gently rub his thumb across my thigh, we were have a light conversation between ourselves.

Eventually, Oscar pulled in a car park when the McLaren social media team and Lando were stood around just talking and most likely waiting for our arrival. “Ah the couple has arrived!” The Brit was the first to notice us and announce our arrival.

Getting out the car, I was grateful that I decided to wear a large cream wool sweater because the weather felt nippy. “Hey dude!” Oscar and Lando greeted each other with a quick fist bump. It was soon followed by a quick side hug between me and Lando.

The McLaren pr manager was quick to fill us in with the details of the video; we all would be going into the haunted house, go through the different sections and then come back out at the end. Simple as that.

At this point though, thats when my nerves kicked in. I started to get anxious but I didn't want to show that emotion, knowing that if I did Oscar would make me not do it.

The team started to film, before Lando and Oscar explaining the video to the viewers. "Hey guys! So today me, Lando and Y/n are going to do this super fun haunted house!" There's sarcasm in his voice when he says 'super fun', which makes both me and Lando laugh together.

Lando manages to compost himself. "There will be multiple different sections to the house, however we don't know what the sections are and what they're like" I look over to the entrance of the house and cringe. "So let's go!"

We all start to walk towards the entrance with the camera man behind us. "Ladies first..." As if insync, Lando and Oscar move to allow me to walk in first which I quickly say thank you to and walk inside despite my nerves.

Once inside, it's pitch black. I can hear distant noises which I cannot describe, foreign noises. A hand goes to grasp mine and I jump at the sudden contact. "It's me, sweetheart" Oscars australian accent comes from behind me in the darkness.

"Oh god...we're two steps in and Oscars already being all lovey dovey" The Brit from what sounds like behind Oscar complains.

"You're such a child!" Oscar moans as to which laugh along with him.

After walking about five steps through the darkness, we come to another door. Making our way through the door, I'm greeted with walls decorated in thousands of tiny orange, blue and green glow in the dark dotes. "Oh this is cute!" I comment but immediately regret my words when a glow in the dark clown starts jumping out on us.

"AH FUCK!" Lando shouts, even though he is the furthest back out of the three of us. The bright clown laughs hideously and starts making his way towards me.

I'm suddenly pull back by my hand, the hand that Oscar has ahold of. Colliding with his chest I feel him quickly moving us past the clown onto the next section.

Just as we made it past the clown, the two of us hear Lando again. "You ain't scary bitch!" There's a pause. "AH Wait fuck, maybe you are!"

Oscar leans his head down, so that his mouth is next to my ear. "Are you okay?" He whispers, and in that moment I feel alone and disconnected from the world with him.

Nodding my head. "Yeah, it was cute and then that fucker came. But yeah I'm okay" I lean up to give him a quick kiss on the lips before looking around at the next section.

There's a bloody operation table, laid on top is a little girl dressed in a long white gown. Her hair long, black and extremely tangled. Around us, looks like an old operating room yet the walls, much like the table, is covered in crimson blood.

You know instantly when Lando has entered because of his uncontrolable reaction. "EW! WTF" I find myself laughing at his childish reaction to the section, Oscar laughs along with me.

Lights start flashing and we all turn to the girl on the table. Noticing how she is now slowly moving up into a sitting up position. "Oh and she lives, just fucking brilliant!" McLarens British driver comments sarcastically.

Once she sits up, her waist turns so she is now facing us. "Help me! Help! He's going to kill me!" Just as she finishes her sentance, we all hear the whirring of a chainsaw behind us as to which we all turn. Coming face to face with a tall and broad man, in his hands there's a chainsaw and much like the rest of the room covered in blood.

He jumps forward, more so my way, causing me to scream out in fright. "I need another body...yours will do" He smiles disturbingly.

“Yeah fuck this, no way are you coming after my girl sir!” This took both me and Lando by surprise as Oscar was never one to react this much openly. He quickly moves us out of the room, Lando still behind us when he says “Yeah that’s right bitch! Back off!” Followed by his high pitch laugh and a high pitch scream, also from Lando.

We all collectively make our way through the rest of the haunted house, coming across a spider themed room and a exorcist themed room. As usual, Lando is making little comments and screams the whole way through.

Admittedly on some of the room, either me or Oscar join in Landos terrified comments.

I push through the long bunting across the door way, we come out of the haunted house. A camera team is set up awaiting our post haunted house reactions.

“That was fun!” I comment which earns me a dirty look from Lando, and a laugh from Oscar who has his arms wrapped around my waist.

Both Oscar and Lando are quick to make a outro, wrapping up the video. After talking with the media team and Lando, me and Oscar get back into his car making our way home.

“Thank you for inviting me today baby” I say, looking over at Oscar who is focusing on the road.

“It’s alright, plus I needed someone to put up with Lando so thank you!” Pulling up to a red light, Oscar takes my hand and kisses my knuckles gently.

Tag list - @ilovechickenwings @carlossainzwho @ipab @erikasurfer @soph1644

#formula one #formula one x reader #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x y/n #lando norris #mclaren #mclaren racing #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 2023

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milkypompon · 11 months ago

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The Blind Bet

pairing: Miguel x reader | Inspired by The Bet by guardianangelcas

summary: “One month, you and me. No sex, no touching yourself, no orgasms.” Miguel grins as if he’d already won the bet.

content: Miguel knows exactly how to wind you up and break you down... teasing, enemies to lovers, semi-public touching, fingering, sextape, recording, masturbating... he's watching hehe

wc: 4.5k

How?

How in the hell was it possible that the chances of avoiding this situation were slim to none in the vast multiverse? Annoyingly called the Archno-Humanoid-Poly-Multiverse by the very same man who roped you into a challenge that deprived you of the only good thing after coming back from a grueling mission.

Gone were the nights of unzipping your Spidersuit to toss it into the hamper before taking a hot shower leaving your skin raw and vulnerable. Then hastily patting yourself dry with a towel that was soon to be repurposed as a rag for under your thighs — in an attempt to catch your or chosen companion’s cum before it seeped into the mattress.

Looking back, Miguel fucking O’Hara crafted his words to reel you in. Hook, line, and sinker.

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One month ago.

“I know you’ve been using the interdimensional gizmo at night to visit your… friends.” Per usual, he was nonchalant, scrolling through anomalies on his platform, now touching the ground (a habit you noted when you were in the office with him). As if he didn’t reveal that he’d been tracking your movement with Lyla’s help, who was just as eager to know what you were up to the late hours when any other normal person would be awake.

But that was the problem in itself, you weren’t human and neither was Miguel. The stupid machine by Alchemax was to blame. Not only the incident result in both of you needing a bump of Rapture daily but it also required a quick fuck to satiate the burning feeling teetering between pain and desire at the pit of the stomach.

You didn’t reply for a few beats, which was a mistake because the dead air was suffocating. There was no sound other than the occasional beeps from the monitors and dashboard. Even with your heightened senses, Miguel’s breathing was quiet. If his back weren’t turned to you with his shoulders slightly lifting up and down, you would think he was breathing at all.

“Don’t you have better shit to do than checking my coordinates, O’Hara?” You steal your voice into some semblance of superiority but fail terribly at gaining control over the conversation.

It was a constant push and pull between you two. Who would tap out first? Who would shoot the first web? Who would sink their teeth in first? Figuratively, you suppose, but also literally because your canines are starting to itch beneath your gums, threatening to unsheathe themselves into fangs.

“That watch is company property. A company that I happen to own. Therefore, I have the right to know where it is.” Miguel releases an unamused laugh. “I’m not using it to stalk you, you narcissist.”

“Says the one who replaced his dead alternate so he could fuck his wife—”

Miguel grimaces at your comment before cutting you off, “And it happened to be in a particular universe that wasn’t yours. Care to explain? Or maybe you can just simply confirm my suspicions with a simple yes or no because you don’t seem to be articulate with your words… according to last night.”

Oh.

You forgot to turn off your watch after your debriefing with Miguel. And he heard everything. You had half a mind to tug his shoulder and turn him around just to punch the smirk off of him that you knew was contorting his face. So, you did, or close to at least until he caught your fist and encapsulated it with his own.

“Play nice, nena” Miguel mutters under a slight tug of his mouth.

The bastard found it amusing, listening to the sounds you made while you were pushed down into the mattress with a man who knew how to use his dick. Or at least good enough to help you sink deep into a dreamless sleep after a day of beating anomalies into a pulp and tossing it through the swirling vortex.

But you did dream that night, so maybe the nameless man wasn’t as good at maneuvering himself inside of you as you thought. Your mouth went dry as you recollected vivid events in the dream. Of course, it was about your boss.

You shake your head to ground yourself. “You fucking recorded it! I bet you sat your ass down on your chair and jacked off to me moaning. You disgusting—”

“The gizmo records everything so I can playback the content to observe the…” Miguel grimaced when he realized he was making the situation worse. “That’s beside the point. I deleted it already.”

You step back, letting your arms fall to your side but you still keep your hands balled up — the only way to stop yourself from engaging your talons.

Miguel looks at you with a blank stare, almost bothered. “Did you really think I would’ve saved the video?”

You scoff, “I wouldn’t put it past you.” You didn’t mean it of course, but something fiery licked at your throat to demolish him in a battle of wit and snarky comebacks.

Although the man didn’t have a running streak of good morals considering his long-standing chase with the 15-year-old boy who wanted to save his father, Miguel drew the line there – somewhere between not breaking canon and the depravity of voyeurism through a sextape.

He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “Whatever, just don’t let it happen again.”

Again?

That means Miguel has thought about the chances of this situation reoccurring with your head against your pillow, eye-rolling back, muttering incoherent chatter of pleasure, recorded on his company property gizmo. An open welcome for him to display it on his various monitors, big or small, the video would be the same, you split open by a lucky bastard that wasn’t him.

You wet your lips, feeling his eyes drift down to the pink tip of your tongue. He wants your mind twisting to read between the lines, treating you the way he draws information out of anomalies wreaking havoc. Little do they know Miguel plays just as dirty, creeping into their heads.

You grimace, “Stop.”

“Stop what?” Miguel hides a chuckle under the guise of clearing his throat. He saunters over to his work chair, leveled closer to the ground more than usual, and makes himself comfortable.

Any other person would’ve relished the idea of gleaning over his broad figure, but it was a false sense of dominance on your end. He knew it and so did you. You have to give it to him because it would be working if you didn’t know him so damn well.

If you weren’t warming up beneath your Spidersuit, you would’ve been insulted by his attempt to reel you in…

Into what exactly?

“That!” You shoot your arms toward him and almost whine. “This is your second time trying to set me up and make myself look like an idiot!”

“Oh, so you’ve been keeping track?” Now there was a full-blown grin on Miguel’s face. “Just like how you keep mental tick marks of how many people you’ve had sex with this week?”

At this point, you weren’t entirely sure what you felt, but it was between a fever and a cold sweat. Your cheeks burned with color or were devoid of it with the way he said ‘sex’ to you or even asked the question – as if he wanted to know what you had for breakfast this morning before the debriefing took place.

Miguel was no holy virgin either, so he wasn’t one to talk. He was a ravenous lover, not in the sense of intimacy, but in carnal desire. There was not much to blame other than how his DNA was altered to contain spider genes, hence creating the need to let off some steam with anyone who could bear his child.

But he had morals and an even amount of self-restraint. He wasn’t about to hop into a dimension with brothels to fulfill his needs. No matter how glaring or bothersome it was to feel his hard-on against his suit.

Instead, Miguel had a ‘roster’, as Peter B. liked to call it. It was a list of Spiderpeople he rotated throughout the week. The arrangement was a simple act of mutualism. He could rely on them to simulate the chosen partner being filled with his seed, while he helped them get their rocks off for the night.

You had a similar routine, Miguel observed, considering that you had the same canon event as him. Not to mention, you happen to log off from the watch on the dot.

Except for last night, when you’d left it on.

“You’re one to talk, O’Hara.” You dig your heels into the ground, watching his brows sit above his dark eyes. “Swinging your ass around Nueva York as if you haven’t fucked at least a quarter of the women in this compound.”

“So, you do keep count. Not of your escapades but of mine.” Miguel leans back into the chair.

“Mm, right because everything is about you,” You snarl and take a stride between his thighs.

“Fine, then let’s make it about you. You can’t control yourself if your life depended on it,” He says in a low voice, a timbre that makes shivers run down your spine.

Poets, or in your case, blind idiots, say that the third time’s the charm. And although this was his third time trying the make you an idiot, there was nothing particularly charming about it.

He knows you wouldn’t pass up on the opportunity to one-up him in a challenge. It didn’t matter if it was about who could wrap up an anomaly case the fastest or in indirect ways of seeing which new batch of Spiderpeople under your or his supervision would improve the quickest, it never got to the point of this.

It was an act of chalking up your sex life to simply win another challenge and gain bragging rights.

The better, more mature part of you should walk away from the situation, but there’s a seedling of a dark fantasy that was determined to see if Miguel would play along.

Maybe it wasn’t even about winning anymore, but you’d rather choke on your own tongue than admit that. To see him breathe when you breathe was palatable enough.

“One month, you and me. No sex, no touching yourself, no orgasms.” Miguel grins as if he’d already won the bet.

–

Present Day

In the canteen, You grip the tray housing your lunch, a blue Spiderman 2099 burger with a side of fries shaped like webs. The mindless chatter of your coworkers was comforting until there was one whose presence stood out the most. So much so that the figure garbed with a pink, fluffy robe and baby carrier snatched your peripherals.

“Heyyy!” Peter B. drawled and lightly bounced the furious curls of red attached to his chest.

“Pretty patty,” Mayday giggled and pointed to the burger.

“Little Red’s been watching Spongebob.” He grins and settles onto the seat across from you, careful of sitting too close for Mayday’s chubby hand reaching over for a fry. “Speaking of which–”

You bring a finger up to your lips, successfully shutting him up. After years of working under the Spider Society, you made sure there was a carved-out section of your schedule to discuss missions. At the canteen with a hot meal in hand wasn’t the time and place.

“You’re just like him. When there’s food around, the rest of the world disappears.” Peter plucked the fry from Mayday’s hand. “Big no, no. Mama won’t be happy if you eat greasy num nums.

He proceeds to pop the greasy num num into his mouth and you roll your eyes with a small smile.

“Wonder how ya don’t get along with him, kid. Miguel, I mean. Almost clawed my face off when I went into his office while he was eating empanadas,” He remarks.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Anyway, why are you here? Haven’t seen you in the canteen since you’ve been eating lunch with MJ and Little Red back in your universe,” You note.

“Right, right. About that.” Peter takes a pregnant pause. It was just enough time to pick up what he was about to ask.

You groan in frustration. “I am not gonna switch shifts with you again. You always manage to set up your dates with MJ when you have the worse missions.”

Peter pouts. The grown man has the audacity to pout. But, you can’t help but sigh and slowly nod because it reminds you of when Mayday motions towards your webslingers, hoping to persuade you.

“Fine, but I’m doing it for Red.”

He snaps his fingers. “I owe you one, kiddo.”

A gruff voice that’s all too familiar calls out to him, “Peter–”

He fidgets with the straps of the baby carrier before standing up. The sound of the metal screeching against the floor makes you wince. Somehow, he sidesteps Miguel and grins at him.

“Don’t miss me too much, O’Hara. Got a date night with the wife, but you’re in good hands tonight.”

And just like that, Peter pats Mayday’s head and steps through the portal without another word. You and Miguel stand there without a sound while watching the rip through the multiverse sew itself shut.

You shift your weight from foot to foot and decide to break the silence. “Does Peter know?”

Miguel shakes his head. “‘Bout the bet? Of course not, keeping this stupid thing between us to my grave.”

“One that you made by the way.”

“Thanks for the reminder,” He mutters. Miguel hates how quickly you snap back into place to shove a knife deep in his gut to get a reaction out of him. It’s a habit, practically second nature now.

He rakes his eyes over your face as if etching every single slant and angle to his mind. A few flecks of salt from the fries were sprinkled along the curve of your lips. He wonders how it’d taste if he licked it before dipping his tongue into your mouth, licking the sweet saliva pooling there, waiting for him.

Or how it’d seep out as he guides his cock into your mouth. He almost groans at the thought.

Lyla materializes his watch and bounces to your shoulder. “Hey, pretty lady! I saw Peter swap his name for yours for tonight.”

You steal Miguel’s words. “Thanks for the reminder.”

He turns his back to you and throws his head over with a nod. “C’mon, back to my office. I need to fill you in about the anomaly.”

You trudge behind him because walking beside him seems too intimate and leading the way would show the slight tremble of your legs. Besides, opting to fall a few feet after him gives you a good view of his ass. Not that you were looking.

Lyla imitates your strides despite floating above the ground. “Whatcha thinking about, babes?”

You run a hand over your face to cover the flush. “Thinking about how to catch the anomaly.”

She giggles in a foxy tone. “I haven’t said anything about the mission.”

“Oh, right–”

You’re met with a firm back pressed onto your chest.

Miguel juts his chin over to the display monitors. “Take my seat. I’m gonna need some coffee for this job. You?”

With a silent laugh, you shake your head at his offer. Working with him for, god knows how long, introduced you to his quirks. One of them is how he takes his coffee. It was a deep black that light barely penetrated. On rare occasions it did, you could his constant frown reflected on it.

Miguel O’Hara was as bitter as his coffee. Go figure.

You slide into the chair, surprised by how comfortable the cushion is. It was probably engineered to keep his ass snug for hours on end as he monitored the universe to make sure it didn’t collapse, or something along those lines.

A few feet behind you, he waved his hand. “Lyla, the explainyinfo thing.”

Her heart-shaped glasses are perched on the bridge of her nose. “Gotcha, bossman.”

In front of you are displays of Adriano Tummino, better known as the Vulture from the Renaissance era. He nested inside an abandoned warehouse, trying to make sense of the world that was no longer dipped in sepia and scribbles of ink.

“Don’t know how he managed to get out the first time.” Miguel sips his so-called coffee. Should’ve just chewed on the beans, you thought.

“Crafty man,” You quip, earning you a short puff of air from his nostrils.

He grabs the back of the chair and swivels it for you to face him. You pressed yourself against it, trying to take up as little room as possible, but he was close. Your legs fall limp on either side of his thighs as he leans down to your height.

Deja vu hits you, then replaced by swirling vertigo.

You and Miguel were in this exact position a month ago albeit in reverse.

“That crafty man needs our undivided attention during the stakeout. Prepare yourself however you need to.” His warm breath, stained with the scent of coffee, caressing your lips.

A few beeps and flashes of light bounce off from his watch. It catches your eye as your name pops up above arcs of lines that rose.

“Careful, nena. Your heart rates spiking.” Miguel’s fangs poked out from the edge of his lip, giving you a small smile. Your neck itched at the thought of feeling it sink down into your jugular before he lapped up at the twin holes.

To make sure neither of you cheated on the bet, you suggested giving both ends of the party access to each other’s heart rate monitors on the watch. Because of his snarky remark, which could’ve been a serious suggestion now in hindsight, about setting up a camera feature. It made you scoff… and turned on.

“Breathe in and out slowly. Even out your heartbeat.” Miguel warned.

There was nothing more you wanted to grab the back of his neck and shove his face into your pussy. That’ll shut him up.

And get you off.

You reach the tip of your toes onto the ground and give it a hard push, sending you rolling back a good few inches. The short distance was still suffocating, but it was enough to let you press your thighs together – the seams of your Spidersuit rubbed against your clit, sending small pulses throughout your body.

But stopping before his watch indicated another spike in your pulse. You’re aware of his eyes on you until he rips it off.

Miguel straightens himself up before the Spiderman mask wraps around his face. He tried to hide the grin under it but the amusement slipped through.

Alerts resounded on his gizmo. For a good second, you thought it was about you. That alone would’ve sent you into cardiac arrest. But it was simply a detection of the Vulture’s universe.

He was on Earth-616B.

Peter B.’s universe.

Funny.

You fiddle with your gizmo, a bright shower of neons bounced off of you as the portal opened up. Adrenaline coursed through your veins. It wasn’t ideal to have jitters when the mission was to birdwatch the Vulture next to the man you were deprived of.

Miguel headed in first with you in tow. The sun was about set over the building both of you were perched on. He couldn’t help but think about how Peter ditched him to go on a date with MJ on a night like this.

“There,” You snapped him out of his thoughts. Below you was a crumbling building surrounded with shards of glass from the shattered windows. It was easy to keep an eye on the Vulture while he wrote chicken scratches on the floor – plans of creating primitive technology.

He grabbed your wrist and tugged you down next to him. With a finger to his lips, he indicated to you to keep quiet.

You whisper-shouted, “I’m not your subordinate.”

“You saying that just proved you wrong.”

That shut you up for a few hours. It was dark out by now. The sky was empty of stars, but the city lights sparkled enough to keep you entertained for a little while longer.

“Can’t we just grab him and go? What’s the whole ‘stake out’ plan for?” You airquoted.

Miguel pressed his shoulder against yours to keep a low voice. “If he was able to bust out the first time, we need to figure out what he’s making to combat his machine.”

You hated that he was right but your muscles were starting to cinch together from crouching. If you stood up to stretch, the Vulture would spot you through his goggles. So, you opted to roll your head back a few times.

In Miguel’s peripheral, he saw the expanse of your neck covered by the skintight spandex, stretching as you shifted. It looked small, he thought. How easy it would be to wrap his hand around and gently squeeze it to keep you quiet. Instead, he clamped it around your waist, pulling you to rest your back on his chest. It was loose enough to let you wiggle out of his grasp while still feeling the warmth crawling down to where you needed it most.

“Quit moving.”

The past few weeks without any form of release between your legs was agonizing. This was quite the most you’ve been touched in a while. If his fingers crawled a few inches down, he’d feel the damp fabric slick with your arousal.

“Y-You’re cheating, O’Hara. Don’t you fucking dare–” You snarl in a low whisper.

“Ay coño… Fuck the bet,” He mumbles close to you, his clothed length pressing against the curve of your ass. There was a moan threatening to bubble up if he put on any more pressure. It was too much and yet not enough. “Did you really think Peter was too busy to do this damned stake-out with me tonight? He’d bring out his baby just to be a part of a mission.”

You threw your hands over the railing, trying to stabilize and ground yourself with what little resilience you had left as you were nestled on your knees with him close to rutting up to you. You knew he didn’t have the balls to do it, not because he’d lose, but because he wanted you to fall apart in his hands.

“Off… Get off.” You swallow. Every part of you was trembling, but you couldn’t bring yourself to take what he was willing to hand out. And all you had to do was–

“Just ask, nena.” The drawl of his voice made you dizzy, your head fell back to his shoulder. “Ask me to sink my fingers in that pretty pussy of yours. Come on my fingers and I won’t count it against you.” He offers you a slight reprieve with the olive branch.

You chew your bottom lip in contemplation, a million thoughts dipping in and out of your mind.

Fuck this. Fuck the bet. Fuck him… up, down, and around. You want Miguel in every single way.

You arch your back, the plush of your bottom rubbing up against his clothed cock.

It takes everything in him to stop your movement. “Easy, easy, yeah? Use your words. It’s just you and me,” He murmurs deep into you.

“And Big Bird on steroids below us!” You try to snap back, but your voice shakes with embarrassment.

“Stupid bird’s not gonna see us as long as you behave.” Miguel moistens his lips with the tip of his tongue. He was choking on the thought of laying you down on his bed to taste every last drop you’ll give him, then fuck you senseless. But this awkward position with your back pressed against his chest while both of you kneeled toward the railing would be enough.

You reach to the back of your neck where the zipper for the Spidersuit dangled at every attempt of pulling it down. Miguel was of no help, his fingers idly tapped a rhythm on your hips. You felt him vibrate with amusement at your expense.

You toss your head back to rip your mask off and glare at him only to be met with his mask.

With a last chuckle, he tugs the zipper down, watching the spandex pool around your waist.

“Careful. Not everyone is a billionaire with infinite tech–”

It wasn’t enough. He gave it one last pull past the curve of your ass.

You’re about to scold him again but you hear him swallow. Despite not being able to see his face, you could already imagine it.

“Ay… Not even wearing panties under this,” Miguel breathes, grabbing a handful of the plump skin.

“Gets itchy,” You protest.

You can feel him molding the tender flesh into his palm. “Fuck– I know I see you wearing your suit every day, but… God, this is—”

Miguel’s suit retracts, exposing his skin just below his wrist bone. Something in your core bubbles up, a mixture of dread and arousal because you knew deep down that if he started now, you’d find yourself crawling back for more. Back into his office. Back into his bed. With his warm hand cupping over your pussy on the roof of an abandoned building it didn’t matter where he dragged you along.

“You’re dripping, dios mío— all over my fucking fingers. You’re so wet. Just for me, huh?” Miguel digs his nose into the crook of your neck, his breath leaving you hot. “Working hard every day to save the universe. Not a single person stopped to give you gratitude. You just need someone to take care of your little cunt.”

And god, you want him to do it.

“Well, too bad. This is a thankless job.” He slaps your bare sex with a shlick, his fingers grazing your clit ever.

No matter how much you jut up to encourage him to do anything, his grip on your waist was too strong. There’s nothing to do but follow his pace and feel whatever he is willing to give you.

“Down, take it easy. And stay focused, I still need you to keep an eye on the anomaly.” Miguel cranes his cheek down to nuzzle you. It was a poor attempt to coo your overwrought body, how did he expect you to remember what you came here for?

“Fine,” You say in a gruff voice.

“Good girl.” Miguel pulls the lips apart with two fingers, coating it with you before pressing it in. Each knuckle made you suck in a deep breath. It feels like you’ve run out of air. Floating now, you think. But the moment he curls his fingers to that spot, you’re reeling back onto earth. “There, isn’t it?”

He slides out of you, flurries of curses are caught in your throat. He knew how to drag this out. He brings the slick to the edge of your mouth. “Open for me.”

He groans as he shoves his fingers into your mouth. He wanted to taste you, but he wasn’t going to. Not yet. It didn’t feel right if it wasn’t right from the source, but that’ll have to wait. He wants you to collapse in on yourself first before he does anything else.

“Miguel.”

“I know, nena.”

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lieutnt · 1 year ago

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kinktober - #17

mask kink & size difference w/ john "soap" mactavish kinktober masterlist

Fire spreads through his body as you approach him, stopping so close that he has to crane his neck up to look you in the eye holes of your mask. Soap can see why you have the reputation that you do - if he didn’t know you he admits he’d be shit scared, a hulking masked soldier stalking the battlefield sounds like a thing of nightmares and with the skills you show out on ops, a nightmare isn’t far off.

But he does know you, already knows what you’re thinking when you duck down to mouth at the skin of his neck - through your mask you teasing shite - greedy hands swallowing his waist as you pull him towards you, letting him feel the hardness tucked away as you move up to his ear, the fabric of your mask scratching against his skin. “Let’s go somewhere more private, yeah?”

By the time you hit the sheets a tornado of clothes has been left scattered in your wake, both stripped naked aside from the mask still concealing your face. Soap stretches himself rough and ready while straddling your thighs, claiming that you do it too slowly as he mouths at your mask, letting it grow wetter and wetter with his saliva as his cock drips with arousal, hips bumping into your fist while you lazily stroke him.

When he deems himself prepared enough he shuffles back and slowly sits down on your cock, hands cemented on your chest as he lowers himself, taking you inch by inch until he’s flush against your pelvis, thighs slightly aching with the stretch to straddle you.

He takes a moment, forgetting how much bigger you feel when you’re nestled deep in his hole, the burn that always comes with impaling himself on your cock for the first time that night fading away into pleasure as his body adjusts to your size - the feeling of complete and utter fullness invading his senses.

Soap takes it as a challenge, a deep-seated need to provoke a reaction out of you that can’t help but slip through the mask as he begins to move up and down, rim dragging along your shaft to send a white-hot zing through your nerves. A proud grin forms on his face at your sharp inhale, the way your eyes focus on him encourages him to give his best performance and Soap leans back, hands resting on your thighs to give you a view that you want to engrave on the backs of your eyelids.

—

Soap doesn’t think much of it when he sees you the next day wandering around in your mask, until he gets the opportunity to slip closer next to you and finds himself stumbling over his words, “Is that-”

You turn towards him, unperturbed by the fact that you’re still wearing the mask you fucked him seven ways to Sunday in. “Yep.”

“Oh you dirty fucker,” he says, all venom void in the statement.

With a hum of acknowledgement you step towards him in a reflection of yesterday, a grin hiding under your mask. “You don’t want me wandering around with a constant reminder of what we did yesterday on my head, where everyone can see but no one knows where it’s been?”

That awakens something in Soap, eyes brightening slightly as he presses against your chest, “Keep it on.”

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octuscle · 8 months ago

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Howdy, Support! I'm a 22yo twink working at a rest stop in the middle of nowhere. Only good part about my job is uh..."servicing" the passing truckers. One of 'em is a real beast of a man; late thirties, tall, burly and hairy, with a big, solid beer/roid gut that's always straining against his filthy tanktop. Everytime he stops by, we have a beer shotgun contest right in front of everyone. Loser blows the winner in the stalls. I normally enjoy losing (not that I have a choice), but this time, I want him to meet his match...literally! I want to drink him under the table, and with each beer I down, I want to feel my gut grow heavier and larger as my work clothes turn into a stained tanktop and I gradually transform into a hulking, hairy trucker that stinks of sweat, just like him. I've programmed all the relevant settings for height, muscle, hair, BO, attitude and clothing, but I just realized I don't know how to sync the transformation to an event trigger like shotgunning the beers, much less on how to make it gradual! Please help me, he's due today!

I love challenges… First of all, I'll add one more skill to your traits. "Stable up to 3.5 per mille". I don't know how much your crush can take. But now you've got a damn good chance of drinking the guy under the table. However, you should manage at least 2.0 per mille. Because your transformation will take place in parallel with your blood alcohol level. Linear, until you have reached 2.0 per mille. At 2.0 per mille, the transformation is complete.

It's around 8 p.m. when your buddy finally comes in the door. Like you said: a beast of a man. The fist bump he gives you almost breaks your forearm bones. Beast of a man? You're miles or 2.0 per mille away from that. You are cute. But a twink. Not a man.

The regulars know what to expect. They chant "Booze! Booze! Booze!" One of them shouts that you're in desperate need of a protein shot. The others roar. Your buddy orders 20 cans of beer. He shouts to his colleagues that there will definitely be some left for them. He looks at you, winks and licks his lips. He has no idea.

The first can of beer. It really hits you. 0.3 per mille. One seventh of your way gone in one go. You feel a bit dizzy. You've been king of the highway for two years now. Well, maybe prince of the highway. You haven't put much weight on your ribs yet. But the good food at the truck stops and the hard work loading your truck are already having a bit of an effect. Your arms are no longer as thin as twigs.

The second beer. It didn't go quite so quickly. You have to burp loudly. Your buddy follows your example. 0.56 per mille. You've been driving your 7.5-ton baby through the countryside for over three and a half years. Does you good. Not as skinny as you used to be. You look healthy. Maybe a little red in the face. Drunk.

After the third beer you have over 0.8 per mille. Another burp. You need a piss. You stand with your legs apart in front of the urinal to avoid peeing on your boots. You take out your cheesy beauty from your dirty jockstraps. And empty your bulging bladder. Wash your hands? That's for twinks. You simply wipe your hands on your dirty Wranglers.

Janet brings you some onion rings with your beer. Good idea. After the toilet break, you finish your fourth beer almost in one go. Your buddy has noticeable problems. Your blood alcohol level is over 1.0 per mille. This competition between you and your colleague has been going on for about seven years. In the trucker scene, your competitions are small highlights. As soon as it is clear when and where you will next get drunk under the table and then disappear to the stalls, new routes are planned. Service stations know that you'll bring in good sales and are keen to host the competition. There used to be a lot of betting on winning and losing. Your buddy has been unbeaten for seven years. There's not much betting anymore. The odds on you winning are huge. But nobody expects that anyway.

The next beer. At 1.26 per mille, you start to falter. Your buddy weighs a few more kilograms than your 100. Maybe you're already a little over 100 - you broke that magic barrier a few weeks ago on your 30th birthday. Eat, work hard and lift iron in the evening. That shapes your body. And beer. Lots of beer. To the delight of the audience, you interrupt your drinking contest for a short burping contest. The landlord actually has a device to measure the volume. You lose. That's clear. You lack the resonance body…

The next beer is a big miss for both you and your buddy. Your dirty tank tops are now wet from the beer. But that was a quick round of drinking, so it happens. You feel a bit dizzy. Your buddy is already looking extremely glassy-eyed. A murmur goes round the room. Should you really stand a chance?

After the seventh beer, you both have to go for a piss. Shit, why are you doing this to yourselves? So that one of you can blow the other? You do that as often as you can see each other anyway. And luckily your paths cross from time to time. "Dude, has your beast grown?" slurs your buddy as you stand swaying in front of the urinals and can no longer aim and hit the target very well. "You bet your life, get ready for a lot, bro," you slur back. "And now give me a kiss, I can't wait any longer."

You're too drunk to remember to turn your caps backwards. You push his cap off his head and it falls into a puddle of urine. Damn, it's seen worse. You stagger back to your beer cans. After the eighth beer, your first goal is achieved. 2.0 per mille blood alcohol. Spread over a proud 120 kilograms of your 35-year-old body. A passionate trucker for 13 years. Your 36-ton beast is basically your home and your family. Hehehe, there are a few other people in the family too. Mike here next to you, for example. You rip open the ninth can and empty it almost at record speed. Shit, you're going to be sick. Mike opens the can, takes a sip. And stumbles towards the toilet. He can't reach the toilet bowl. But at least he throws up in the sink.

When he comes back, he looks at you with glazed eyes. He falls to his knees in front of you to the loud roar of the audience and tries to open your trousers with his drunken head. You have to laugh. "Not here, not now, Buddie" You pull him up. Let him sober up a bit first. You should both enjoy the moment when he sucks you off for the first time!

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bitchyycapricorn · 2 years ago

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Pathetic

Remus Lupin x Pureblood! Reader

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Wordcount: 2.7K

Synopsis: “Bite me Lupin.” You challenge, raising your head to look into his amber eyes.

Remus smirks, leaning down into your ear. “I’m going to fuck the pure-blood out of you.” He growls.

“Do it then.” You snap back, feeling Remus’s hand on your bare thigh.

“I’m going to ruin you.”

Warnings: Smut!, enemies to lovers trope, angst, cursing, P in V, fingering

AN: lightly edited

It was your glare that caught Remus’s attention. The way your eyes narrowed the moment the two of you made eye contact. You sat across the hall at the Slytherin table, chatting with your friends and poking your food with a fork that some idiot let you have. Remus didn’t trust that you wouldn’t stand up at any given moment and come stab him in the neck with it. He had every right to not trust you with sharp objects of course, since the moment your eyes locked with the brown haired boy you couldn’t help but think about dragging the fork down his throat and watching his filthy half-blood self beg for his life.

“You’re staring Lupin.” You taunt from across the room.

“Well clearly so are you L/N.” Remus counters proudly. He sat up a little more in his seat as a smirk fixes on his face.

“Yes well,” you smile, “I was just wondering how your whore of a muggle mother was doing. Still spreading her legs in hopes for something magical?” Your voice was dripping with venom as you mock Remus’s family life.

Remus clench’s his jaw, his hand bawling into a fist of rage . “You-“

“She’s not worth it mate,” James mutters, pulling his friends attention away from your proud face. Remus knew they were right, there was no point in arguing with you again. You always seem to win after all. No matter how many times they call you out for you skewed views on blood status, you always manage to shoot back with how at least your family loves you because you weren’t some blood-traitor or half-blood freak. At that point the boys would accept there was just no changing your views on these matters.

To make things even worse, you were a favorite in the Slytherin house. Many of the student’s believe you’ll be the next heir of Slytherin after all, between your family status and that fact you were a parselmouth. These factors made it nearly impossible for the boys to ever get back at you for your snarky remarks. The whole house would be up in arms defending you, and you’d just set a snake on poor defenseless Peter again. Remus backs down from the fight, looking back at his plate and resuming his eating. You sat proudly with your friends, laughing about how pathetic Remus was, not even standing up for his own mother. Laughter fills the Slytherin table until everyone is dismissed to go back to class.

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Remus was back in the library for the third time that day. It’s been a few days since the lunch table incident and Remus found the only way he could escape your taunting was by hiding deep in the bookcases of the library. He was enjoying hiding behind a bookcase and reading up on the new D.A.D material that was assigned when a figure turns the corner and bump into him.

“Ugh. Seriously?” You huff as you gather your books back into your arms. “Watch were you’re standing loony Lupin. God, you’re such a menace you know that?” You grumble.

Remus startles at your sudden presence, feeling the color drain from his face as his eyes met yours. “I was here first,” he squeaks out. A blush spreads across his face while his eyes search for an escape route.

“You think I care if you were here first? A filthy, disgusting, half-blood like you shouldn’t even be standing in my presence, let alone in my way while I’m trying to retrieve my books.” You spit. Your face was bright red as you push past Remus’s frozen body. He could feel every ounce of dignity he had left leave him in that moment.

“You don’t have to be such a bitch you know.” He mutters under his breath as he begins to leave.

Your head snaps in his direction as a scowl spreads across your face “Excuse me?”

Remus turns to face you, attempting to stand a little straighter in the process. “You heard me. I said, you don’t have to be such a bitch.”

Your body was shaking with rage, ‘how dare such an inferior half-blood speak to me in such a manner’ you thought as you clench your jaw. “Say that shit again, I dare you.” Your voice was sharp like a blade threatening to cut Remus open. He winces, backing up slightly.

“We both know its true. You are a bitch. A pure-bloo-“ Remus couldn’t finish his sentence before he was being thrown back into the bookshelf. Your body slamming against his roughly, books falling as you and Remus make impact with the shelf behind him.

“You think I’m a bitch? I’ll show you bitch.” You seethe, your first bawling around his now disheveled robes. “Fuck you Remus Lupin.”

“Fuck me?” Remus growls back. You pause for a moment at his words.

“You want me to what?” You tease, a small laugh escaping your lips.

“Shit. No that’s not what I-“ Remus groans, feeling you release him from your grip.

You back away from Remus, your eyes scanning his body up and down in the process. His back was still pressed up against the bookshelf, his hair is messed up and his robe was thrown open. Your eyes lock on his very obvious boner, causing your face to flush an even brighter red.

“You’re fucking disgusting Lupin.” You grumble, grabbing your books from the table and walking away.

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It had been a week since you saw Remus in the library, you were avoiding him at all cost. You’d never admit it, not even to yourself, that you were highly attracted to the scarred Gryffindor boy. Something about him made your knees weak and your body feel like it was on fire. You knew it would never matter how hot and bothered Remus made you, your family would kill him on sight if it weren’t a crime. So you held your head high and made his life a living hell.

The bell rang, dismissing everyone from their classes for the day. You gather your potions books and watch as students file out of the classroom. Professor Slughorn wishes you a good rest of your day as he exits the classroom as well, leaving you alone.

You continue to gather your books and put away your materials until you hear the door slam shut. You look up to see the Marauders on the other side casting a blood lock spell on the door. Your heart drops as you realize you’re trapped in the potions room until either Slughorn returns after supper, or until tomorrow morning. “Bloody hell,” you mutter, slamming your book on to the table.

“Really? You’re mad? They accident left me in here with you.” Remus grumbles as he appears from behind the far wall of the classroom holding some extra ingredients that were reserved only for the upper class potion students.

“Of course I’m stuck in here with the freak.” You groan, glaring at Remus as he approaches your table. “You know, nobody likes a scarred freak. Obnoxiously tall and built and…fuck” you mumble turning your head away from Remus realizing that if you keep talking you’ll only embarrass yourself.

“Tall and built? Didn’t know you had the capability of complimenting someone.” Remus teases, a sudden surge of confidence coursing though him as he continues to walk towards you.

“Fuck off Lupin, you’re the one who said you wanted to fuck me the other day.” A blush spreads across your face as the words leave your mouth. You can still vividly remember just how hot Remus looked pushed up against the bookshelf. The way his hair was a mess and his robes hanging off his perfect body.

“I did say that didn’t I? Also, I want you to know I’m not any happier about being stuck with you L/N. You’re an obnoxious stuck up brat.” Remus tosses his ingredients onto the table before turning to face you. “All you do is bitch. Complaining about others not being ‘good enough’ because they aren’t some snobby pure-bloods. You think you’re so much better than everyone else is that it?” Remus teases as he pins you between himself and the empty table behind you.

“Bite me Lupin.” You challenge, raising your head to look into his amber eyes.

Remus smirks, leaning down into your ear. “I’m going to fuck the pure-blood out of you.” He growls.

“Do it then.” You snap back, feeling Remus’s hand on your bare thigh.

“I’m going to ruin you.” Remus taunts, his hand sliding up your thigh now. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re nothing more than a pathetic mess underneath me. Begging me to keep going, to keep ruining your perfect little pure-blood self.”

You let out a groan, hands gripping the table behind you. His hand burns your skin as it travels further up your skirt, the heat traveling all the way up your body and leaving a pool in your underwear.

“You like the sound of that don’t you Y/N? You want a half-blood to fuck you, don’t you? What would daddy say if he saw you like this? Hot and flustered for me.” Remus presses a rough kiss to your neck, biting down on the tender skin.

“I-“ you let out a moan, pushing your body up against Remus’s.

“Use your words.” Remus’s hot breath hits your neck and sends a shiver down your spine.

“Yes Remus, I want you to fuck me. I want you to ruin me, please.” You moan as Remus hand slides your now soaking underwear to the side.

“Look at you, such a good girl using her words.” Remus teases as his middle and ring finger slide into your hot cunt. You throw your head back at the feeling. Your hips jerk forward, rocking ever so slightly on Remus’s fingers. Remus slowly pulled his fingers out of you before pushing them back in. You let out another series of moans as you rock your hips desperately.

“Remus please,” you beg as his fingers slide in and out of you.

“Please what?” Remus groans, his fingers getting faster.

Your voice is barley as whisper “Fuck me, please.” You moan.

“I can’t hear you clearly….” He says teasingly, pulling away from your body slightly. “Just say it louder, and more clearly so I can hear you love…” He whispers into your ear with a smirk on his face.

“Remus please,” you beg.

"Please... what my love? Please tell me what you want." His voice is dark and teasing now.

“I want you to fuck me” you whimper.

His smile widens, his eyes fill with lust as he takes you in. He pulls you closer, his fingers fucking you mercilessly, he whispers into your ear once again. “I can't hear you my love..."

“Fuck you Remus. Fuck me please,” you cry, moving your hands from the table to grab onto his Gryffindor robes.

Remus smiles, his eyes fixing on yours. “Now we’re getting somewhere.” He spoke as he kisses down your neck. “You want me to fuck you? Is that what you want.. My love?”

”Yes Remus, please. I need you please” tears brim the bottom of your eyes as Remus’s finger continue to slide in and out of you roughly.

"As you wish my love..." He pulls away from your neck and connects your lips passionately. His fingers curling inside your aching cunt, never slowing for a second. "I'm going to fuck you until you can’t stand anymore..." Remus pulls away from you, removing his fingers completely. Your eyes go wide in a confusion. You felt so empty without Remus’s fingers inside of your, or his body pressing against yours. You watch as Remus loosens the tie around his neck, pulling it over his head. He begins to shed his robes, his undershirt coming of next. You pause, admiring how toned his chest was, and the way light pink scars litter his chest and abdomen. “Quit staring and start stripping love,” Remus smirks as he pulls off his trousers.

“Shut it,” you grumble, loosening your tie as well before pulling it off completely. You follow his lead, stripping yourself completely naked. Your eyes meet his again before he pushes you up and onto the table. Your legs are quick to straddle Remus’s hips, pulling him closer as his lips attack yours hungrily.

“I’ve wanted you for so bloody long,” Remus groans, lining himself up at your entrance. His cock just barley enters you when a cry of pleasure escapes your throat. You bite down onto his shoulder harshly, trying to quiet yourself as Remus fully enters your aching cunt. His warm skin pressing against yours as his hips snap back and forth. His hands travel under your ass squeezing roughly as he lifts you off the table so he could thrust up into you.

Another cry escapes your lips as Remus helps guide you up and down his hard cock. You feel your whole body shaking as he pound up into you. His lips just barley ghosting kisses over the skin of your neck and shoulders, leaving a hot burning sensation spreading all throughout your body. Throwing your arms around his neck your fingers find their way to his hair, gently tugging on the fluffy brown strands.

A string of moans fall from your swollen lips at the feeling of Remus inside you. You could feel every inch of him as he fucks you senseless. Your mind is hazy as the world around you seems to disappear. The only thing your mind can register is the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out of you. Your walls contracting around him as he hits all the right spots deep within you.

“Fuck Y/N,” Remus moans, setting you back down on the table. Remus pulls out of you slowly before pulling you off the table and flipping you around.

“Oh my..uh,” you let out a whimper as your body presses against the cold table. Remus pushes into you from behind, placing one hand on your lower back and the other on your hips. His thrusts pick up again as he slams into you from behind. Small moans and whimpers escape your lips as your body is pushed up and down against the table. Remus’s thrusts are hard and forceful, pushing deeper and deeper into you each time. Groaning, Remus digs his fingers into your hip, leaving little red marks from the force.

“I’m close,” Remus groans, pounding into you with more force than before. “I’m going to fill you up, ruin you like you deserve to be ruined.” You let out another cry at his words, placing your cheek against the cool table, submitting to Remus completely. Within a few more thrusts you can feel Remus twitch cock twitching inside you. Letting out a grunt, he finishes in you, pushing himself as deep as he possibly can. “Fuck,” Remus heaves before picking his thrusts back up.

“Fuck-oh Remus!” You moan as his hand travels down your back and the inside of your leg. His fingers dance across your heat before dipping between your folds so he can rub your clit. The sensation sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body as your cunt squeezes around his still throbbing cock. “Remus please don’t stop,” you beg, feeling your orgasm approaching quickly. Remus keeps up his thrusts as his fingers toy with your clit, making you cry out with pleasure. “Remus I’m-I’m” you sputter felling the coil in your stomach snap as your orgasm washes over you.

Remus lets out another grunt, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he pushes deep into you before cumming in you for a second time.

“Fuck,” He sighs, pulling out of your limp body. You let out a small moan in response, too fucked out to respond properly. Remus ran his finger down your spine slowly, a grin spreading across his beautiful lips. “You’re so pretty when you’re not being a total bitch.” He laughs.

A dry laugh escapes your lips as you find your strength to sit up. “And I suppose you’re pretty hot for a half-blood freak.” A teasing smile settles on your lips as you stand to face him.

“Fucking pure-blood,” Remus mutters, placing his hand on your cheek and bringing you in for a kiss.

You pull away for a moment to smile at him, “your pure-blood now dumbass,” you smirk, connecting your lips with his once again.

Remus laughs against you lips before mumbling “what’s daddy going to think?”

You shake your head, still pressing kisses to his lips as he talks. “Just shut up and kiss me Lupin.”

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purerae · 1 year ago

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YANDERE!FEM DELINQUENT X GN!READER // PT1

req by ;; anon <3

warnings ;; love triangle, threats (not to reader), yandere behaviour, smoking, possessive behaviour etc, reader is student council president

a/n ;; there will be another part where it’s going to be a male delinquent x reader and there’ll be a love triangle <3!!

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˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who fell in love with you first yell when she saw you trudge over to her and her friends and berate them for littering and skipping class.. the smart outspoken student president matching with her, the confident rude delinquent? Its perfect!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who notices your smile dropping but quickly coming back when she walks up to you. ‘Cute.. they’re scared of me.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who gets a bit shocked when she realises you’re not scared of her but see her as an annoyance? that’s perfect, she loves a good challenge <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who gets detentions often so she can be ‘disciplined’ by you. the teachers honestly gave up on her so they forced the student president to ‘control’ her. unlucky for you babes.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who grins when you scold her. Tilting her head with furrowed as she pretends to listen carefully to your words but all she is doing is analysing your face. Your eyes, your lips, the way you style your hair, the way how your uniform looks so tidy compared to hers. the way where she imagines it all off.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who scoffs as she sees you arguing with another delinquent, and the delinquent was one of her biggest rivals. Couldn’t you see how rude he was?! She would never do that to you!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who shoves past the kids who make fun of you for being too ‘stuck-up’. She reassures you that she finds it cute and they’re just stupid.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who roughly threatened a girl for sitting too close to you during class. So what you guys had a project due together? Didn't that weirdo know that you belonged to her??

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who knows she’s pretty, but no one hits her up due to her criminal activities and their fear of her. She uses it to her advantage. You could be her first everything <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who gives you a necklace with her initials on it. Ordering for you to wear it. It looks expensive so you ask where’d she get it from. “Huh?! Don’t worry your pretty little head about it~ I got connections baby!”. she stole it from some random jewellery shop.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who forces you to skip a class to light a cigarette and then blow it into your mouth. You gasp loudly and she just giggles as she hears you cough up a fit. ‘So so adorable!’

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who love love loves seeing you flustered. constantly backing you into a wall, always making her friends sit by you in the cafeteria, winking slyly when you confront her about all of this.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANFEM!DELINQUENT who will make sure to make you hers. That pesky boy trouble maker is just a bump in her plan. No one compares to her. No one will be good for you, except her.

“Babe I barely hit him~ I just kissed his cheek with my fist!”

purerae<3

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sebflix · 3 months ago

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mile high club ; sebastian sallow (m)

pairing: auror!sebastian x auror!reader(f)

genre: one-shot smut, modern au, colleagues that basically get together after a one night stand

warnings: all characters are 18+! fingering, kissing, begging, dirty talk, unprotected sex, mirror sex, spanking, creampie, car sex mentioned, they have sex in a plane bathroom

word count: 6.5k

chapter synopsis: as an Auror assigned to attend a conference, you find yourself on the plane, only to bump into the one person you've been avoiding. a confrontation leads to an unexpected encounter in a cramped aeroplane restroom.

other notes: heavily inspired by meredith and riggs from greys anatomy, specifically the plane scene

links: ao3, masterlist

[read on ao3]

“Ladies and gentlemen, as we prepare for take off, please ensure that your seat belts are fastened, your seat back and tray tables are in their full upright position. Thank you.”

You close your eyes, trying to block out the shuffle of people around you as the final preparations for take off unfold. The rustling of bags, the click of overhead bins being opened and closed, and the low murmur of conversation as people find their seats and settle in.

Its not that you hate flying. But the turbulence, the unnatural way the plane shudders through the sky, always leaves your stomach in knots. The whole ordeal is laughable really. You’re a great flyer on a broom, travelling to all sorts of places. Yet here, in this uncomfortable seat, you feel queasy.

You inhale deeply, trying to steady your nerves. As an Auror, you've faced dark wizards, magical creatures, and more dangerous situations than most can imagine. But somehow, the mundane act of flying in a metal tube at high speeds unsettles you in a way few other things can.

Your boss has entrusted you to represent your department at a conference in Los Angeles. You attempted to get yourself reassigned, but both you and your boss knew you were the best person for the job. You exhale slowly, steeling yourself — not just for the flight, but for the challenges that await on the ground.

A wailing child abruptly pulls you from your thoughts, and you open your eyes to the sight of a young mother struggling to buckle her crying toddler into his seat beside you. The boy’s face is flushed with frustration, his small fists pounding the air as tears stream down his cheeks. His cries cut through the ambient noise of the cabin, drawing sympathetic glances from other passengers.

The mother, frazzled but determined, murmurs soothing words as she fumbles with the seatbelt, her hands trembling slightly. She finally manages to secure him and glances at you with weary eyes, offering an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, he's not usually like this. He just didn’t get a nap today," she mumbles, her voice tinged with exhaustion as she gently rocks her son in an effort to calm him down.

"That’s fine, I know how that goes," you reply with a reassuring smile. Memories flicker through your mind —countless times you’ve had to soothe nervous witnesses or comfort frightened children after an encounter with dark magic. The intensity of those moments is worlds apart from this one, yet there’s a familiar thread in the act of comforting someone in distress.

“It’s our first family trip together,” she continues with a weary sigh, trying to keep her son in the seat. “My husband planned it last minute.” She rolls her eyes, a mix of affection and exasperation in her expression. “He said it would be blissful and relaxing, but it seems like that’s not going as planned.”

You chuckle softly. “Sounds like he had the best of intentions,” you offer, your smile widening. “But I’ve learned that when it comes to travel, especially with little ones, ‘relaxing’ rarely goes as planned.” You catch the child’s eye, and with a slight wave of your hand, he quiets down a bit, curiosity momentarily replacing his fussiness.

She laughs lightly. “You’re telling me. I had this vision of us lounging on the beach, but right now I’d settle for just five minutes of peace.”

Just then, a bearded man approaches, interrupting your conversation. “Excuse me, sorry. Marianne, are you okay?” he crouches down beside your seat, concern in his voice as he looks at the woman next to you. “I can hear him all the way from my seat. Do you want me to take him?” He extends his arms toward his son, his expression a mix of sympathy and helplessness.

Marianne shakes her head with a tired smile. “It’s okay, Robert. Go sit back down. I’ve got it.”

“You both weren’t able to sit next to each other?” you ask, noting the strain in their exchange.

“Like I said, last minute,” she shrugs.

You glance at the man, Robert, and then back at Marianne, sensing how much easier the flight might be for them if they were together. “Well, do you want to swap seats? I’d be happy to trade mine with yours.”

Marianne’s eyes widen in surprise, and then her face brightens with relief. “Are you sure? That would be great!” she exclaims, her tone filled with gratitude.

“Absolutely,” you reply with a reassuring nod. “It’s no trouble at all.”

Here you are now, quickly squeezing through the narrow aisle with your bag in tow, weaving past other passengers and the occasional outstretched leg. You glance at the seat numbers as you move forward.

“38A, 38A…” You murmur to yourself as you navigate past a row of travellers adjusting their belongings. You finally spot your seat in the middle section: a row with three seats, two of which are already occupied. A young girl sits in the middle seat with her headphones on, lost in her own world, while a man occupies one of the aisle seat.

With a small sigh of relief, you begin to put your bags down, but your movement stalls as you catch sight of the man in your row. The brown, shaggy hair is unmistakable. He’s hunched forward, a book resting on his lap, his head bent down in concentration as he reads. His grey jumper fits snugly, highlighting the outline of his shoulders. You could just about see his light coloured freckles scattered across his cheeks, barely visible because of his hair, but familiar enough to make your heart race.

“Oh God.” you whisper, barely audible, as you recognise him. The hairs on the nape of your neck stand on end. The sudden realisation that you’re in the same plane as him fills you with dread. You consider retreating to your old seat and asking Robert to swap back, but before you can make a decision, a flight attendant approaches with a firm expression.

“Miss, please take your seat now. We’re preparing for take off,” she instructs.

Caught between panic and resignation, you take a deep breath and force yourself to settle into your seat.

As you hastily fasten your seatbelt, the man tilts his head from his book and up at your presence and does a double take. His eyes widen in shock, clearly stunned to see you here. For a brief, suspended moment, he gapes at you, his expression a mix of surprise and disbelief.

You lock eyes, a heavy silence settling between you as the plane’s engines roar to life. The vibration of the aircraft and the hum fills the space around you, but your focus remains fixed on him.

This is not what you needed today, of all days. Sebastian Sallow, your colleague, in the same plane as you. What are the chances. He works as an Auror in the same department and the history between you is anything but ordinary. Initially, you clashed with him at every turn when you first started working for the Ministry. You noticed how prone he was to make rash decisions on the field, in stark contrast to your cautious approach, and you found yourselves butting heads more often than not.

Despite the friction, you both made an effort to set aside personal differences for the sake of the job. Over time, what began as professional conflict gradually turned into a hesitant friendship. He became the one to crack jokes and lighten the mood, his relentless humour serving as a welcome distraction from the more sombre aspects of your work. Even the office became aware of it, your colleagues often teasing you about the dynamic. It doesn’t help that Sebastian shamelessly flirts with you openly, even though you brush off every word he says.

But not everything was smooth sailing. One night, during an especially tense argument, you stormed out of the office, stung by something Sebastian had said. His stubbornness kicked in, and he didn’t let you leave without a word. He followed you all the way to the car park, where the confrontation escalated into a heated exchange. What you didn’t expect is to end up in the back seat of your car with you laying against the seats as Sebastian pleasured you between your legs and sang praises about you being a good girl for him.

Since that night, you decided it was a one-time thing — just friends who happened to have sex once. Even Sebastian agreed with you. Despite the mutual understanding, you've been meticulously avoiding him at work. You’ve started taking different routes through the office, slipping out of meetings early, and making excuses to stay out of his way. It feels like he’s everywhere, a constant reminder of what happened that night.

Even though you manage to remain civil, the tension is undeniable. The occasional lingering looks he gives you around the office only amplifies the energy. Still, you’re determined to keep things strictly professional, no matter how challenging it is to dodge the pull he has on you.

Now, here you are, seated mere inches from him on a flight, the weight of unresolved issues looming large as the plane slowly begins to move along the runway. The irony of this unexpected reunion gnaws at you, adding yet another layer of discomfort to an already turbulent day. The heavens were clearly against your luck today, but you were grateful for the passenger seated between you both.

“Hello,” he says, still gaping at you in disbelief.

“Hi,” you reply curtly, the awkwardness hanging heavily between you.

“Where’d you come from?”

“4C,” you raise your brows with a hint of exasperation. “I was playing the good Samaritan, reuniting a family. Serves me right,” you mutter, shaking your head at how you got yourself in this situation.

You turn to him, still puzzled about his presence. “What are you doing here?”

“I��m going to a conference. What about you?”

“I’m going to a conference,” you say, and then burst into absurd laughter as the sheer coincidence hits you. “The National Conference on…”

“Dark Magic Defence.” he finishes for you, a look of disbelief on his face.

You both stare at each other, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. The realisation that your boss has placed you both on the same assignment at this event seems almost too deliberate. You had a nagging suspicion that she did this on purpose, perhaps having observed how the friction between you was affecting work.

“You didn’t mention you were going.” you say, attempting to sound casual but unable to hide your surprise.

He gives you a deadpan look. “Well, neither did you,” he replies, his tone flat, clearly alluding to the fact that the two of you haven’t exactly been on speaking terms lately.

A silence hangs in the air until you finally break it with a raised eyebrow. “You sure you’re not following me?” you ask, half-joking, half-serious.

He lets out an incredulous laugh. “What? You’re the one who just moved into my row! If anything, I should be asking if you’re following me.” The corner of his lips quirks into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

You roll your eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you retort, turning to face the front, determined to ignore him.

But you can feel his gaze lingering on you, practically burning into the side of your face. “It is a little suspicious, though,” he continues, his voice playful. “One minute there was some bearded guy sitting next to me, and the next thing I know, you’re here. Almost like magic.”

You shoot him a withering glare, ready to snap back, but the plane’s announcement interrupts you.

”Flight crew, please start readying the cabin.”

You bite back your retort, choosing instead to face forward and snuggle into your seat, trying to relax. But clearly, luck isn’t on your side today because his voice breaks your peace once again.

“Well, this might not be the worst thing in the world.”

“What’s not?” you ask, your patience wearing thin.

“Three whole days… far from home… no one around to bother us…” His voice drops slightly, just enough to make the innuendo unmistakable.

You can sense where this is going. “I told you, we’re done. No more messing around,” you say firmly.

“Not even a little messing around?” His tone is half-teasing, half-hopeful, as if he’s testing the waters.

“We agreed,” You give him a pointed look.

Just as he’s about to push the issue further, the girl in the middle seat pulls off her headphones and glances between the two of you. “You guys wanna switch seats so you’re sitting next to each other, or…?”

“No,”

”Yes,”

You both simultaneously answer. You lock eyes again, the tension now so thick you could cut it with a knife, as the announcement chimes. “Cabin crew, please be seated for take off.”

You give him one last glance before turning away, settling into your seat, gripping the armrests to calm your nerves as the plane’s speed quickens. As the plane takes off, you make a silent vow to avoid any more conversation for the rest of the flight.

If only it was that easy.

Sebastian, however, has other plans. Despite your best efforts to shut him out, he keeps yapping away, oblivious to your obvious attempt at ignoring him. He’s going on and on about the situation between the two of you.

"Look, I know things got complicated, but you can't just—"

You tighten your grip on the armrest, desperately trying to maintain your composure. Maybe if you focus on the hum of the plane in the background and pretend you’re somewhere far, far away, you can drown out his voice. You keep your eyes squeezed shut, your face turned slightly away from him, hoping he’ll take the hint. But he’s persistent, his voice lowering to a whisper that you wish you could unhear.

”You know what they say. Sometimes the universe gives you signs and this could be one of the signs.” he continues, as if you’re not sitting there pretending to be asleep. You can almost feel his eyes boring into you, searching for any sign that you’re awake and listening.

He leans forward, squinting at your face, as if trying to read your very thoughts. “I know you’re not asleep,” he hisses softly.

The girl in the middle seat, momentarily distracted from her music, pipes up, mistaking his words for hers. “Sorry, did you say something?”

“Oh, sorry. No, Millie. You’re fine. I wasn’t talking to you,” Sebastian responds, his voice dripping with awkward charm.

You keep your eyes tightly shut, resisting the urge to roll them in annoyance. Finally, you break your silence, your voice muffled but clear. “I’d be asleep if you’d leave me alone.”

Millie, clearly intrigued, glances between the two of you. “Why isn’t she talking to you?”

Sebastian looks at you, a pensive expression crossing his face. “Well, we got together. In her car.”

Millie’s interest piques, and she hums an enthusiastic “yes” as she listens, her curiosity evident. You open your eyes in bewilderment and glance at him in disbelief. You cannot believe Sebastian is spilling personal details about your night together to a complete stranger.

”And then we decided that it was a one time thing and stayed as colleagues, even though there’s clearly still sexual tension here and…”

”And nothing,” You interrupt him, shaking your head at the audacity of him. “For very good reasons.”

Sebastian, undeterred, presses on. “She thinks our relationship might impact our work.”

You interject firmly. “No, there is no ‘our’ relationship, because there is no ‘us’.”

A faint frown flashes across his face, gone in an instant, but not before you catch it. The sting of your words is evident, and a pang of guilt tugs at you, making you wonder if you’ve been too harsh.

Millie, now thoroughly entertained by this unexpected drama, looks between the two of you with wide eyes. You can almost see the popcorn in her imagination as she takes in the spectacle.

You groan inwardly, trying to maintain your composure. “This isn’t a debate, Sebastian. We’re simply not going to discuss this in front of a complete stranger.”

Sebastian smirks, clearly enjoying the confrontation. “Oh, come on. It’s not like we’re hiding anything. Millie here has already heard half of it.”

Millie nods enthusiastically, as if she’s about to offer an unsolicited opinion on your personal lives. “Well, it’s certainly an interesting story.”

Thankfully, the seatbelt sign dings off, and the cabin lights dim slightly as the flight attendants begin their rounds. You take this as your cue. Slipping your seatbelt off, you announce to Sebastian, “I’m going to stretch my legs.” You offer him a curt nod and stand up.

You make your way to the back of the plane, navigating the narrow aisle. As you approach the cramped restroom, you mentally brace yourself for a moment of solitude, hoping to clear your head and avoid further confrontation with Sebastian.

Just as you reach the restroom and begin to open the door, you hear a sudden shuffle behind you. Before you can step inside and lock the door, someone pushes in right behind you, pressing you further into the tiny space. You let out a surprised “Whelp!” as you turn around briskly at the intruder, only to be met with the unmistakable face of Sebastian.

He steps in quickly, reaching for the handle and shutting the door with a definitive click. The small restroom instantly feels even more claustrophobic with the two of you squeezed inside. You try and lean away from him, looking up at his face in puzzlement.

“What—what are you doing here?!” you stammer in shock.

Sebastian, looking unperturbed, simply shrugs. “Well, you said to come in here.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded. “No I didn’t!”

“Yeah you did. You did that thing, with your eyes.”

“My eyes?” You’re completely lost.

“Yeah, you know, that look.” He mimics you with exaggerated movements, pretending to be seductive as he eyes you up and down. “And then you came in here, so I figured you wanted me to join you.”

You honestly can’t believe what you’re hearing. “I didn’t do anything with my eyes!”

He gives you a knowing look and leans his arm against the bathroom wall, his muscles tensing under his jumper. The cuffs are rolled up to his forearm, showcasing the prominent veins visible across his arm. You gulp, trying to ignore the sudden heat rising in your cheeks.

“Well, it looked like—” he starts, but you cut him off.

“Sebastian, there’s no room in here.” You dramatically gesture around the tiny space. He follows your gaze and seems to realise just how cramped it is. He shakes his head and lands his gaze back on you.

“Well, I still need to talk to you,” he insists.

“That’s literally all you’ve been doing!” you retort, vexed. You lean your head forward in defeat, eyes on the floor. “Talking!”

“Without someone sitting between us and you closing your eyes,” he adds with an exhale. You meet his gaze, your frustration bubbling inside you. You roll your shoulders back, preparing for the next round of whatever is going to spew out of his mouth.

“Well, make it quick. I have to pee.”

“Alright, so you’ve made it clear you don’t want us to be together or continue this.”

“Yes, I’ve been very clear,” you confirm, crossing your arms.

“Well, I need to be clear too. You and I…” He pauses, struggling to find the right words. “This thing between us, it’s something. And I can’t just keep pretending it doesn’t exist.”

”Well you have to.”

”I can’t.”

”Not my problem.” You shrug your shoulders at him.

”Can you?”

”What?”

”Ignore it.”

”Yes!” You groan and nod.

”Well I don’t believe you.” He smirks, a hint of playful challenge in his eyes.

“Well, believe whatever you need to believe to get out of here,” you snap.

At that moment, the plane hits a turbulent patch, jolting you both. You lurch forward and slam right into Sebastian’s firm chest. He instinctively wraps his arms around you, turning you both so you’re now pressed against the bathroom door. You look up at him, eyes wide with surprise and something else you can’t quite place.

“Why?” he begins, his voice low and intense.

You don’t respond to his question, so he continues, “Why do we have to ignore this? Back at home, fine, but there’s no one here to see us!”

You remain silent, trying to find your words. Your mind races, conflicted between desire and reason. Your heart pounds in your chest as the proximity between you both becomes almost unbearable. Finally, you say, “That doesn’t matter.” You’re trying to convince yourself as much as him, though the words feel hollow even as they leave your lips.

“Why not?”

You groan, tilting your head back against the door. “You know why.”

For once, he falls silent, his gaze locked on yours, as if he's trying to decide what his next step is. His eyes search yours intently, vulnerability flickering in them.

“Okay,” he finally states, his tone softening. “Then I’ll go.”

The tension between you is so tangible. You stay rooted in place, arms crossed, your eyes locked on his.

“But you might want to move so I can actually get out the door,” he adds, pointing to the closed door behind you.

You exhale slowly, your inner thoughts struggling. You want to move, to give him space and end this cramped, intense encounter. But a deeper part of you resists, drawn to the heat of his presence, the undeniable pull of the closeness.

“I know,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. You lick your lips unconsicously, and his gaze instantly fixates on them. His focus makes your pulse quicken, a flush spreading across your cheeks as you become acutely aware of every breath and movement.

“So what aren’t you moving?” Your voices are low, almost hesitant, as if treading carefully around the charged atmosphere between you.

The plane jolts again, and now Sebastian is just inches away from you, his eyes hooded with lust. The closeness, the charged energy between you, is undeniable. Your heart pounds so loudly you can hear it in your ears. The way he’s eyeing your every movement sends a shiver down your spine. You keep your gaze locked with his as you finally make a decision.

“Whatever happens, this never happened. Okay?” You manage to say, your voice trembling slightly as you give him a pointed look.

He simply nods, a slow smile spreading across his face as his captivating eyes remain fixed on yours.

You lean in, unable to resist the magnetic pull between you. Your lips meet his in a soft, tentative kiss. The contact is electric, sparking a heat that sweeps through you both. For a brief, suspended moment, the rest of the world ceases to exist as you give into him completely.

The initial softness melts away as the kiss deepens, igniting a passionate intensity that feels like fire engulfing you both. You drape your arms around him, pulling him closer, your bodies pressed tightly together. His hands grip your waist, drawing you flush against him, the heat of his touch magnifying the urgency of the moment.

His lips move with a fervour that matches the rapid thrum of your heart, as if he’s trying to capture every unspoken emotion between you. As your kiss, memories of the first time you shared together in the back of your car come flooding back. The familiar scent of his cologne mingled with the leather seats, and you can almost feel the cool night air from the slightly open gap of the window. Your fingers tremble as they did then, ghosting over his jawline, retracing the path they took so many months ago. He pulls you closer, one hand tangled in your hair, the other pressed firmly against the small of your back.

You respond with equal fervour, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. The small space feels even tighter now, the only sounds being the muffled hum of the plane and your shared, ragged breaths.

“Sebastian… I need you.” You say in between kisses, trying to catch you breath. He lets out a deep sigh in response to your words, then suddenly spins you around and lifts you up onto the small vanity counter. The cool surface of the vanity contrasts with the heat of his touch, sending shivers down your spine. You arch into him, desperate for more contact. He doesn’t detach for your lips, your tongues tangling together as his fingers swiftly unbutton your blouse.

Once he gets it off, Sebastian smoothes his palms over the surface of your skin, leaning forward to press kisses along the column of your neck. “God, you look so hot when you’re mad at me.” He groans, moving down to suck on the skin just above your breast. “You have no idea how much I missed you.”

You moan at the feeling of his lips on your skin. His hands roam your body, reacquainting themselves with every curve and contour.

"We shouldn't be doing this," you gasp, even as you arch into his touch.

"Do you want me to stop?" Sebastian murmurs against your collarbone, his breath hot on your skin.

Without thinking, you shake your head, unable to form words as his hands deftly unhook your bra. "No, don't stop," you manage to whisper. He captures your lips again in a searing kiss as his hands cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples. You moan into his mouth, your core instinctively grinding against him as you wrap your legs tightly around him.

He groans and peppers kisses down your breastbone, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Once he gets to your breasts, he sucks on your peaked nipple, eliciting a moan from your lips. Sebastian's free hand slides down to your thighs, playing with the hem of your skirt. He grows impatient, pushing your skirt higher. He glides his hand up and down your soft thighs, teasing you with feather-light touches. You shiver with anticipation as his fingers creep ever higher. Sebastian's mouth moves to your other breast, lavishing it with attention. You arch your back, pressing closer to him. His hand finally reaches its destination, stroking you through the thin fabric of your underwear. You gasp at the contact, heat pooling low in your belly.

"Tell me you want this," His lips part from your nipple, and his eyes meet yours with dilated pupils. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he waits for your reply.

You lean your head back and look at him. There’s a part of you that knows if this continues further, the chance of keeping things professional will be impossible. You should definitely push him away, and tell him that this will affect your boundaries at work. But the way one hand is slowly stroking the wetness seeping on your panties and the other is idly playing with your nipple, you lose all reasonable thought.

"I want this," you breathe out, your voice husky with desire. "I want you, Sebastian.”

His eyes darken at your words and he crashes his lips to yours once more. His hands push your skirt higher until it bunches around your waist. You gasp as his fingers brush against the hem of your panties.

"Already so wet for me," he groans, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric. You bite your lip to stifle a moan as he strokes you, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure. "I've missed touching you like this."

You whimper, clinging to his shoulders as he works you closer to the edge. The small space is filled with the sounds of your ragged breathing and muffled moans.

"Sebastian, please," you beg, desperate for more.

He obliges, sliding two fingers inside you as his thumb continues to tease your clit. You throw your head back onto the mirror, a wanton moan spilling out as his fingers pump in and out, building a delicious pressure. You try to keep quiet but the pleasure is too much.

“Try to stay quiet, baby. You don’t want someone to walk in, do you?” He teases against your ear, and you moan at his dirty words. He chuckles and reaches behind his pocket to grab his wand, pointing it at the door and muttering an incantation under his breath. He quickly puts his wand back, and focuses back on you.

“Now you can be as loud as you want.” He smirks and curls his fingers inside you as he reaches a spot that makes you close your eyes in pleasure. You're so close, teetering on the edge of release. You start to rock your hips against his hand as he groans at you tightening around his digits.

"That's it, baby," he murmurs against your neck. "Let go for me."

His words push you over the edge. Your body tenses as waves of ecstasy wash over you, Sebastian's fingers guiding you through your release. As you come down from your high, he pulls your fingers out of your core and brings them up in between you both.

Without a second though, he brings them to his lips and tastes your release. “Hmm, tastes so fucking sweet, just like I remember,” he teases. He hums lowly as his eyes locks with yours, licking his slender digits clean.

You stay fixed on the obscene image in front of you, mouth parted slightly as you feel a gush of wetness coming out. You grab the collar of his jumper and pull him into a deep, passionate kiss.

"I need you," you breathe against his lips. "Now."

Sebastian doesn't need to be told twice. He yanks you off the vanity and turns you around, bending you against the counter. You let out a mewl at the new position, pushing your hips outwards desperately.

He pushes your skirt upwards and yanks your panties down impatiently. You hear him fumble with his belt behind you, pushing his pants and boxers down just enough to bring his throbbing cock out. He positions himself at your dripping core, barely pushing the tip in. You cry out impatiently.

”I can’t believe you pushed me away for so long, when we could have been doing this.” He mutters, watching his tip glide between your wet folds.

”Please,” you begged hoarsely, “please,”

Sebastian leans forward to nip at your shoulder, chills travelling across your back. “Please what, baby?” He mocks as he pushes an inch further into you.

You moan at the feeling of being stretched, juices dripping between your legs. “Please fuck me already, Sebastian!” you gasp in fustration.

He pushes his full length into you without warning. You cry out in pain at the sudden fullness. Sebastian grabs your hips and starts to piston into you relentlessly, his thrusts deep and measured. You grip the edge of the vanity, your knuckles turning white as waves of pleasure wash over you.

"God, you feel amazing," he groans, his pace quickening. "So tight and wet for me." You feel a sharp slap as his hand connects with your cheek, followed by the warmth of his palm as he gently soothes the area.

You moan his name in response, pushing back against him to meet his thrusts. The small bathroom is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your loud cries of pleasure.

“Yes, moan my name baby, let everyone on this plane hear how good I’m making you feel,” he growls, watching how he’s fucking you in the mirror, you chin against your chest as your breasts bounce with every thrust.

The way he’s rolling his hips into you makes you roll your eyes to the back of your head. As one of your hands snakes its way to your clit, he grabs it, pinning it behind you on your lower back. “Only I am allowed to make you come. Don’t touch yourself.” Your legs shudder in response as he whispers into your ear. You can only gasp as he pushes into you faster and faster.

“Three whole days…,” He chuckles and presses into the small of your back, forcing you to arch for him even more. “Three whole days of us in a hotel room, with you screaming my name and cumming on my cock like a good girl.”

“Oh god, Sebastian.” You moan loudly, the though of you and Sebastian spending more passionate nights together makes your cheeks heat up. You don’t doubt his words. He is a man that keeps his promises. You found that out about him the hard way.

Sebastian's grip on your hips tightens as he pounds into you relentlessly. "Yes, say my name, just like that," he growls, his voice husky with desire.

You brace yourself against the counter, your legs shaking as the pressure builds inside you, nearly tipping over the edge. He can feel you clench around him, desperately trying to milk his orgasm.

Sebastian fists a hand into your hair and yanks you back, forcing you to look at your reflection. You hardly recognise yourself, eyes rolled back in pleasure as drool trails down the corner of your mouth. He catches your gaze in the mirror as he keeps fucking you without slowing down one bit.

“Watch me fuck you.” He snarls, his thrusts going faster than ever. His face is next to yours, his muscular chest flushed against your back. He never breaks eye contact with you, kissing the skin behind your ear as he pounds into you again and again.

You can feel your orgasm building rapidly, the coil of tension winding tighter and tighter in your core. "I'm close Sebastian," you gasp, your fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth surface of the vanity.

Sebastian's free hand snakes around to rub tight circles on your clit, and you gasp at the added stimulation. You cry out and reach back to grab his exposed forearm, digging your nails into the skin in pleasure.

"Come for me, baby," Sebastian commands, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Let me feel you come on my cock."

His words push you over the edge and you cry out his name as waves of pleasure crash over you. Your inner walls clench around him, as your orgasm rockets throughout your entire body. Hot white clouds your vision as you delve into the euphoric feeling. Your nails dig into his arm so deeply, you’re sure you drew blood.

Sebastian stills behind you as he releases inside of you, grabbing your hips further into him as he comes. He fills you up completely as he thrusts shallowly to ride out his high. He deeply calls out your name, as if he’s claiming you as his.

You both try to catch your breath, still leaning against the cold vanity for a few seconds before you regain your senses. You try to stand up, but your legs feel unsteady, nearly giving way beneath you. Thankfully, Sebastian notices and keeps his arm snaked around you.

He pulls out slowly and steps away to grab a few paper towels to clean the mess between your legs. You blush at the intimate gesture as he leans down to soak up the cum dripping down your thighs.

“Thank you.” you whisper and push yourself up from the counter to grab your blouse. You both redress in a comfortable silence.

As Sebastian buckles his belt back on, you catch him staring at you, a teasing smile on his face as he watches you put your blouse back on.

“What?” You search his eyes, confusion written on your face.

“I just realised that we’re both now part of the mile high club.” He throws his head back in laughter. “I feel like we should high five or something.”

You stare at him blankly for a few seconds before bursting out in laughter. The laughter subsides after a while, leaving you both gazing at each other. A small smile rests on his lips as he takes in your features.

Your hair is slightly disheveled, likely from him pulling on it. Your lipstick is completely gone, and your makeup is slightly smudged. There's an aura around you, almost a soft glow that Sebastian can't seem to look away from.

“God you’re so pretty.” he breathes out, arms crossed together as he leans against the bathroom wall.

Your eyes widen at the abrupt compliment as you drift your eyes away from him in embarrassment. You think you look like a complete mess, yet he’s staring at you like you’re the most beautiful sight on Earth.

The tight space of the restroom seems to shrink around you, the reality of your situation settling in. You search his eyes, a mix of uncertainty and vulnerability evident in your own.

”Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Sebastian automatically reads your face, and moves closer to stand in front of you, his hand moving up to rest on your cheek. His thumb gently grazes the soft skin, watching you with concern.

"I... I don’t know about this," you murmur, struggling to articulate the storm of thoughts swirling in your mind. "We work together, Sebastian. This could make everything even more complicated."

His shakes his head, expression serious but reassuring. He reaches out to gently grab your face with his hands. “I get it. It’s complicated. But I do know that whatever this is between us, it’s real. We can figure out how to handle it, together.”

You nod slowly, feeling a mixture of relief and acceptance wash over you. “Okay. I guess...I guess we can try.”

A small, relieved smile tugs at the corners of Sebastian’s lips. “We’ll take it one step at a time. We’ve got this.”

As you both share a quiet, understanding smile, you feel a sense of calm settling over you. “Yeah, one step at a time.”

After a few kisses, you and Sebastian exit the cramped bathroom, carefully stepping out one at a time to avoid drawing attention. You walk back to your seats, each of you subtly smoothing out your clothes and trying to look as casual as possible.

As you approach your respective seats, Millie, who has just woken up from her sleep, takes off her headphones and glances between you both.

“You guys left for a while. Did you clear the air?” She asks with a raised eyebrow.

You and Sebastian lock eyes, a blush mirroring both of your faces as you mumble under your breath. “Yeah, something like that.”

hope you guys enjoyed it! all feedback is appreciated :)

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sainzinnorris · 8 months ago

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CARLANDO AUSTRALIA GP 2024 EDITION !

1. 22nd March 24': new carlando video challenge is being filmed, carlando having breakfast together yesterday, lando hanging out with carlos³. lando being carlos's first choice, lando wearing a carlando bracelet. ln⁴ shipping carlando. heart eyes mfs. carlando drought is over!!! ♥️🧡. lando predicting a "leclerc" pole or a carlos pole position for quali. lando calling carlos “carlitos”

2. 23rd March 24': carlos takes p2 in quali, lando p3 in quali after checo gets a grid penalty of 3 places.

3. 24th March 24':

• carlando subtle fist bumping. way too subtle but on point. (ref: carlando fist bump)

• carlando 1-3!! first carlando podium of 2024! and podium celebrations!

• another cinematic hug. they're incapable of hugging like normal people.

• carlos's hand on the back of lando's head even after he pulled away from the hug.

• adam and zak congratulating carlos.

• lando literally dragging his chair to sit closer to carlos in the cooldown room.

• lando helping him onto the podium

• lando's smile when carlos lifts his trophy.

• lando calling their shared podium as “...ehh romantic?” aha! it is. (i am not making this up. 😭)

• lando telling everyone how he knows carlos and understands what he's capable of putting forth and thereby doesn't think carlos is a underrated irrespective of how it looks from the outside of the sport. there's charles's answer in this too, but this clip is truly the highlight of my day. (ref: this clip) .

• lando and papa sainz (im also pretty sure there's two other pictures, but I'm just keeping the photo limit in mind) and also this clip (lando being an honourary sainz member part 554! 😌)

• papa norris reposting the hug in his stories. (ref: clip. )

• joint posts return! lando calling carlos “carlitos”. carlos reshares it in his story with #CARLANDOOO (which is ironically the way he calls lando..the triple O's). lando liking caco's comment. lando's song choice is quite... interesting 👁️👁️ (song: prove it; 21 savage feat summer walker)

#carlando masterpost #carlos sainz jr #lando norris #formula 1 #carlando #australian gp 2024 #f1 #formula one #let me know if i missed anything #Stella's textposts #all credits to twitter users linked in the post and pinterest!

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the-froschamethyst4 · 1 month ago

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𖤐Pairing: husband! Alex Keller x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, language, biker! Alex, beginner biker! Reader, married couple, harassment, sexual comments,

𖤐Summary: Alex takes his wife on her first bike ride as a new biker and stopped at a gas station turns into Alex trying not to get arrested

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"Okay, keys?"

"Check."

"Jacket?"

"Check."

"Helmet?"

"Double check."

"Alright we're ready for your first ride, are you ready?" Alex asked his wife Y/n.

Y/n got her bikers permit to be able to ride on her own, she doesn't mind backpacking with Alex but she always wanted to ride on her own.

"Yep, fully ready," she says, she puts her helmet on and looks at her husband who made sure it fitted correctly around her head.

"Alright let's go," he says.

The plan was to just ride around, let Y/n get use to everything. Alex has a solid black Ninja 1100SX and Y/n was sitting on a black and pink Suzuki Hayabusa, both were brand new bikes and both were just getting use to them.

They sat at a red light together as Alex was telling Y/n about turning, even though she knows what to do, he was just reminding her.

"So you remember to lean with the bike?" Alex says.

"Yep, I remember," she says, Alex could hear the smile on her face.

Y/n was very excited to start riding on her own and with her husband next to her to basically protect her.

As they start driving off a dodge challenger looked like it was trying to catch up with Alex and Y/n. Y/n was in front of Alex unaware of the car coming up quickly behind them. Alex could hear the loud and obnoxious exhaust.

Alex turns, one hand on his throttle, and he turns putting his hand up as a "What the fuck are you doing?" The dodge soon zooms passed Alex and Y/n.

"Woah, the hell is his problem?" Y/n asks.

"I don't know, probably thought we were going to race or something," Alex says.

"I need some gas," Y/n announced.

"I could top off," Alex says.

They find a gas station and pulled up to a free pump, Alex was near the outside and Y/n was near the pump, she ends up paying and fills up her tank first.

"I could have paid for you, baby."

"I know, but I wanted to," she says.

Alex hears a loud exhaust and turns his head seeing the same dodge challenger pull into the gas station. Alex's eyes narrowed as the dodge basically circles the gas station.

"That's that same car," Y/n says, tapping the end of the pump on the side of her gas tank and passes the pump to Alex.

"Yeah it is, let's just fill up and head out, okay?"

"Okay, just hope they don't stop."

"I have a feeling they might." And unfortunately Alex was right, the dodge stops behind them and Alex taps the end of the pump on the gas tank.

"I'm gonna go inside for the bathroom," Y/n says.

"Alright," Alex leans on his tank and watches her go inside. He then hears the dodges door slam shut behind him, he peaks down at his mirrors and saw two guys probably around their early twenties came out of the car. One pays for the gas and the passenger sits on the window seal talking to the guy paying but they were eyeing up Alex and the empty pink bike next to him.

"Just pay for gas and go," Alex mumbles.

"Hey, dude! What's your bike?" The passenger pops out of the car.

"Ninja 1100SX," Alex says, sounding annoyed. "Were...were you trying to race us?"

"Oh yeah, I race bikers all the time, guess I win," the driver says.

"Well, we weren't racing, I'm just taking a cruse out with my wife," Alex says.

"Oh yeah, your wife, she's a good biker," the passenger chuckles and bumps the driver.

"Oh yeah, how she fucking laid down on it."

"Why are you talking about my wife like that?" Alex says, getting off his bike and takes his helmet off.

"Because like damn man, she seems fucking hot," the driver says. Alex's hand balled into a fist.

"Alex, come on," Y/n says, walking out with a Dr. Pepper and a Coke.

"Watch what you're fucking say about my wife," Alex says.

"Alex?" He gets back on his bike and puts his helmet back on. He was ready to take off and Y/n starts her bike. The driver walks to Y/n, hand on her shoulder, Y/n jumps and pulls her body back from the strangers touch.

"Dude-" Alex kicks out his kickstand and pushed the guy. "DON'T TOUCH MY WIFE!!" He yells. Y/n moves up next to Alex's bike so she's not in the fight if one starts.

A guy from the other side of the pumps gets between Alex and the twenty-something year old dude. Pushing both away from each other, Y/n puts her kickstand out going to Alex, she slightly starts pushing him back away from the guy.

"DON'T EVER SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN ABOUT MY WIFE AND DON'T EVER PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS ON A WOMAN EVER!!" Alex says, he starts walking away and gets on his bike and Y/n gets on hers.

And of course out of nowhere red and blue lights came pulling into the gas station: a Sheriff.

"Fucking great." Alex mumbles.

---------------

The two officers pulled the driver and passenger away to talk alone and the other talks to Alex. Y/n was leaning on her bike waiting for Alex to finish his statement.

He comes back looking pissed and gets his gloves on.

"Alex?"

"Come on, baby, we still have a peaceful ride to finish," he was acting like nothing happened.

"What did the police say?"

"That I'm left off with a warning and so are they," he says, taking off and Y/n behind him.

After leaving the gas station and trying to enjoy the rest of their peaceful ride, the stupid boys came back mocking and taunting Alex and making sexual comments to Y/n once they passed.

"I'LL TAP YOU FROM THE BACK!!"

"LEAVE HIM AND COME HOP ON THIS DICK!!" They drove passed them and Alex leans down chasing after them.

"Alex, stop!" Y/n says in the ear piece but Alex ignored her and stopped next to the dodge at the red light, the tinted window was up and Alex came rolling by knocking their side mirror off and kicking the headlight.

"God dammit, Alex," Y/n says, rolling passed the dodge lane splitting with Alex to the front.

"When the light turns green take off."

As he said that the light turned green and Alex and Y/n took heading to the interstate where they could lose the dodge. Alex could see the dodge far back in his mirror and takes the interstate.

Alex looks up and saw the dodge zoom by on top of the bridge.

"Alex that was so stupid and dangerous."

"I'm sick and tired of those fucking morons if anything I was protecting you."

"I know, I get it, but that was dangerous."

"I get it, let's head home," he says.

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Between the Ropes: a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley fanfic.

Chapter 37: Mentality

December 30th, 2024, 8:30 P.M

The arena was electric with anticipation, a palpable energy pulsing through the crowd. It had been months since Rhea had graced the ring, and the fans were ready to welcome her back. As the lights dimmed, her entrance theme exploded through the speakers, sending a thunderous roar rippling across the entire arena. The crowd erupted, a mix of cheers and screams as Rhea made her way to the stage.

Dressed in a black “Championship Jey Uso” shirt with “Yeet” emblazoned in gold across the front along with black jeans and black platform Vans, she was a vision of confidence and power. She paused at the top of the ramp, casting a gaze over the sea of fans before taking a deep breath. Then, with her infamous stomp, she brought her foot down, and the crowd reached an all-time fever pitch, chanting her name, their voices filling every corner of the stadium.

The ring announcer’s voice echoed, “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… the Eradicator, Rhea Ripley!”

As she made her way down the ramp, Rhea kept her stride steady, soaking in the energy, the love, and the cheers that washed over her like a wave. Fans reached out their hands, and she gave them nods and fist bumps, feeding off the electric connection with her supporters. When she reached the ring, she paused at the edge, taking a final deep breath before stepping inside. The cheers continued, growing louder as she picked up the microphone.

She waited for the crowd to settle, but instead, a chant began to rise, rolling across the arena like thunder: “MAMI! MAMI! MAMI!”

Rhea couldn’t help but smile, a genuine, heartfelt expression as she looked out at the fans. She waited until the chants quieted just enough for her to speak. “Thank you… thank you so much,” she began, her voice steady but thick with emotion. “I don’t know where to start, to be honest. It’s been a long time since I’ve been out here, and to hear all of you… it means the world to me.”

The crowd quieted as they hung on her every word, sensing the gravity of the moment.

“I’ve given my everything to this ring,” she continued, her voice a bit shaky now. “I’ve bled, I’ve sweat, I’ve pushed myself beyond what I thought I was capable of… for each and every one of you. This place… this ring… it’s where I’ve found purpose, where I’ve found strength. And because of you, I’ve felt like I’ve been able to give that strength back to others.”

Her gaze shifted downward, her hand tightening on the mic as she gathered herself.

“But… sometimes, life throws you challenges that make you realize that even the strongest among us… need help,” she said, a hint of vulnerability cracking her voice. “And there’s no shame in that. There’s no weakness in asking for help when you need it. I’ve been through my battles, both in and out of this ring, and I want you all to know… if you’re struggling, if you feel alone, if you’re fighting something you can’t handle on your own… please, please reach out. There’s someone out there who wants to help. It’s not weakness—it’s courage.”

The arena was silent, fans riveted by her sincerity and openness. She looked up, her eyes glistening.

“I… I’m going to be stepping away from the ring,” she said, a wave of gasps and murmurs rippling through the crowd. “This isn’t a decision I made lightly, but it’s what I need to do for myself, for my health, and for my future. So, today, I’m here to officially announce my retirement from wrestling.”

The crowd responded with a mix of sadness and respect, chanting “Thank You Mami” in a show of love and gratitude. Rhea felt her heart swell, and for the first time in a long time, she let herself feel the weight of the moment. A single tear slipped down her cheek as she tried to blink them away, her hand lifting to wipe it before she chuckled softly into the mic.

“But just because Mami is leaving the ring,” she said, her voice cracking with emotion, “doesn’t mean Mami won’t die, because while you guys are going to continue to miss Mami, a little Uce’ is going to be calling me ‘Mami’ in a couple of months.” She placed a hand on her stomach and it was almost as if the crowd could have blown the roof off the arena.

As the cheers turned into a frenzy, she carefully placed the microphone down in the center of the ring, standing tall as she looked out at the fans one last time. The chants of “Mami!” continued as she raised her hand in a final wave, a bittersweet smile crossing her face.

Just then, Jey emerged from backstage, striding toward her, his own expression a mixture of pride and admiration. The crowd erupted once more, their cheers reaching a deafening volume as he reached the ring and stepped inside. Without hesitation, he pulled Rhea into his arms, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before their lips met, sealing the moment with an intimate, heartfelt kiss that drew even louder applause from the fans.

Rhea waved a final goodbye, tears in her eyes, as Jey wrapped his arm around her shoulders, leading her out of the ring and down the ramp, back toward the life they were building together.

As Jey let go of her, Rhea was surprised to see Hunter walking toward her with a warm smile. He pulled her into a tight hug, the kind of hug that carried years of trust and admiration. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, “You’re not fully gone, Rhea. You’re just hidden from the fans, but you’re still part of this family.” He pulled back, looking her in the eyes as he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, a quiet reminder that her impact on WWE was far from over.

Next was Bruce Prichard, who approached her with a comforting smile. As he wrapped her in a hug, he leaned back and said, “Retirements are always tough, but you did well. Really well. I look forward to what we’re going to accomplish together next month.” His words of encouragement reassured her about the new path she was heading toward.

As she and Jey continued down the hallway, they were met with dozens of WWE Superstars crowded in Gorilla, all there to see her off. Each one offered hugs, some whispering words of support, others simply sharing proud smiles. Friends, rivals, colleagues—all of them had gathered to honor her journey, and the love in their eyes made her feel that she’d left a mark on each one of them.

When she and Jey finally made their way back to the hotel, a quietness settled between them. Rhea kicked off her shoes and sank into the bed, the weight of the day finally catching up to her. She looked over at Jey, her eyes clouded with unshed tears. “That’s… that’s probably the last time they’ll ever hear my entrance music,” she whispered, a trace of sadness woven through her voice.

Jey looked at her, seeing the raw vulnerability she rarely allowed herself to show. The tears finally spilled over, and she tried to look away, but Jey was already there, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close. He gently rubbed her back, murmuring words of comfort. “Hey, hey… it’s okay. That entrance music might fade, but Rhea… you’re unforgettable. You gave them your heart and soul, and that’s something no one can take away from you. You’re moving on to bigger things, but you’ll always be a part of this world, a part of them. They’ll never forget you.”

Rhea leaned into his embrace, letting his words sink in, grounding her as she felt the bittersweet ache in her heart start to ease. She took a shaky breath and nodded, allowing herself to be held in his warmth and reassurance.

— December 25th, 2024.

The cozy warmth of Christmas filled the house as the family sat together, surrounded by gifts, laughter, and an overwhelming sense of love. Rhea, Jey, Jon, Trinity, Joe, Galina, Joseph, Almia, and Solofa and Talisua were all gathered around the living room, each enjoying the merriment of exchanging gifts. Rhea’s dogs, Barry, Bella, and Luna, lay sprawled out comfortably on the floor, while her mischievous cat, Storm, lurked near the tree, eyeing the wrapping paper with playful interest.

Jon’s face lit up as he unwrapped his gift from Rhea and Jey—a beautifully crafted leather-bound journal filled with family photos, personal stories, and memories that celebrated his journey both in and out of the ring. His voice was thick with emotion as he looked up at the two of them. “You guys… I can’t even explain what this means to me. This is perfect. Every page feels like a piece of our history.”

Jey grinned, clapping his brother on the shoulder. “We wanted you to have something you could look back on, something that celebrates you, Jon. You’re not just a brother to us—you’re a legend.”

Jon pulled Jey and Rhea into a heartfelt hug. “I’m seriously blown away. Thank you both so much.”

As they settled back, Rhea turned to Trinity with a hopeful look. “So, Trin, have you guys thought any more about moving closer?”

Trinity grinned, nodding. “Actually, yes! We’re planning to make the move, but we probably won’t be doing it until April. Gotta get a few things settled here first.”

Rhea’s face lit up with excitement. “That’s amazing! I’m so happy you guys are coming.”

Trinity laughed, glancing at Jon with a playful smirk. “You don’t even know what I had to do to convince him!”

Rhea raised an eyebrow, leaning in with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Oh, I can imagine. Some sexy lingerie to seal the deal?”

Trinity burst into laughter, nearly spilling her drink. “Girl, you know it!” She winked at Rhea. “Sometimes, a little extra persuasion is all you need.”

Just then, the oven timer went off, and Jon stood up, clapping his hands together. “Alright, the ham’s done!” he announced, making his way to the kitchen.

Trinity followed, playfully rolling up her sleeves as she started warming up the sides. Rhea and Jey took this as their cue to start setting the table, each one carefully laying out plates, napkins, and silverware.

Suddenly, Jon’s voice rang out from the kitchen. “Get off!” he yelped, startling everyone. Rhea turned to see Storm perched brazenly on the counter, sniffing around at the ham. She shot her cat a look. “Storm, down! Now!”

The cat hissed but obeyed, hopping down with a flick of her tail and sauntering away, unimpressed. Jon shook his head, muttering, “There better be no cat hair on my ham.”

Rhea rolled her eyes and chuckled, heading to the fridge. She pulled out a bottle of cranberry juice and a bottle of Sprite, pouring two glasses and handing one to Trinity, who was busy stirring the mashed potatoes on the stove.

As the others settled in, Rhea poured drinks for everyone else, giving them their choice between lemonade, sweet tea, or hot cocoa. Once drinks were sorted, she and Trinity began serving the plates, carefully scooping out mashed potatoes, green beans, stuffing, and other sides. Jon carved the ham, adding two generous slices to each plate, while Jey ladled out gravy and made sure each plate had a fresh roll and a bit of salad.

With everything finally prepared, the family gathered around the table. Each place was perfectly set, the plates brimming with food, and the atmosphere was rich with love and tradition. Everyone found their seats, each person’s gaze reflecting the warmth of the season.

They all reached out, holding hands around the table. Solofa, the patriarch of the family, bowed his head, leading them in the Lord’s Prayer in Samoan. His voice was deep and steady, filling the room with a sense of reverence.

“Lo matou Tama e i le lagi,” he began, his words resonating with each family member as they joined him in silent prayer, listening to the familiar cadence. As he continued, everyone closed their eyes, feeling the strength of family and tradition.

“Aua le taofia mai le i’uga, ae lavea’i mai i le leaga…” he concluded, the words flowing beautifully as everyone joined in for the final amen, uttered in Samoan: “Amene.”

They opened their eyes, exchanging warm smiles, and for a moment, there was a peaceful silence, broken only by the soft clinking of forks and knives as they finally began their Christmas feast. It was a day filled with laughter, love, and memories that each of them would carry forever, a reminder of the bonds that held them close, no matter what life brought their way.

After dinner, as the delicious aroma of desserts filled the air, Rhea and Trinity moved around the table with plates in hand, offering everyone a choice of sweet treats. Trinity served her homemade banoffee pie, rich with layers of caramel, bananas, and whipped cream, while Joe proudly passed out pieces of his indulgent fudge, and Solofa and Talisua presented their traditional Pani Popo—soft, fluffy buns drenched in sweet coconut sauce. Each dessert was a masterpiece in its own right, making it hard for anyone to choose just one.

After making sure everyone had their selection, Rhea finally sat down with her own plate, a little bit of each dessert adorning it. She noticed Jey giving her a playful grin as he eyed her assortment. “Dang, you’re really going for it, huh?” he teased, his eyes twinkling with affection. “Well, you are eating for two.”

Rhea laughed, nudging him gently. “You know it! Baby deserves the best of everything—especially dessert.”

She picked up a piece of Joe’s fudge and, feeling a bit mischievous, leaned over to feed it to Jey. He accepted the bite with a smirk, savoring the rich chocolate as his hand found hers, squeezing it gently. They shared a soft, intimate moment, completely absorbed in each other. Their closeness was undeniable, a warmth that spread beyond just the two of them and seemed to fill the entire room.

Jon noticed the cozy exchange and couldn’t help but throw in some lighthearted banter. “Alright, alright, you two, save a little for the rest of us,” he teased, feigning jealousy. “Here I am, sitting with my pie, and you two are over there making dessert look like a love story.”

Jey chuckled, wrapping an arm around Rhea. “What can I say, Uce? Some people just know how to make dessert unforgettable.” He leaned in, giving Rhea a soft kiss on the cheek, causing her to blush.

Trinity joined in the teasing, nudging Jon. “Come on, Jon, you can be romantic, too. It’s Christmas, after all!”

Jon rolled his eyes playfully. “Oh, I don’t need to feed you fudge to show my love. My love language is eating my own dessert without anyone trying to steal it,” he joked, taking a big, exaggerated bite of his pie.

The whole table erupted in laughter, with Galina, Joseph, and even Solofa and Talisua chuckling at Jon’s humor. Rhea looked around, her heart swelling with happiness. These moments—filled with laughter, love, and family—were everything she’d ever wanted, and now she was surrounded by it all.

As the group enjoyed their desserts, the atmosphere was light and cheerful, punctuated by laughter and playful teasing.

“So, Rhea, any baby names floating around yet?” Jon asked, leaning in with curiosity. “Or are we sticking with ‘Mami’ and ‘Yeet’ for now?”

Rhea chuckled, shaking her head. “No, I think we can do better than that. But Jey and I have thrown around a few ideas. What do you think of ‘Lyric’ for a girl?”

Jey nodded in agreement. “Or ‘Joshua’ for a boy. Sounds pretty cool, right?”

“Very cool! But what about ‘Jon’ for a boy? It has a nice ring to it!” Jon joked, puffing out his chest.

“Yeah, because that won’t confuse anyone at all,” Trinity laughed, rolling her eyes. “We might as well name the baby ‘Rhea’ so we have enough of you two running around!”

“Or how about ‘Josephina’?” Almia suggested with a grin, earning a mock groan from everyone.

“Now that’s just mean,” Joseph said, feigning offense. “But I like the creativity!”

Joe chimed in, “Speaking of creativity, Rhea, how are you feeling about your retirement in Houston this Monday? Must be bittersweet, huh?”

“Definitely bittersweet,” Rhea admitted, her tone shifting slightly. “It feels surreal, but I know it’s the right choice for me right now.”

“You’ll still be ‘Mami’ in our hearts, whether you’re in the ring or not,” Joe reassured her.

Rhea laughed, “Don’t worry, I’ll be here, just writing some of those storylines from the sidelines from now on!”

“Just don’t go too crazy with the plot twists,” Jey teased, nudging her playfully.

“Hey, I’ll have you know my twists are legendary!” Rhea shot back with a grin.

Meanwhile, Solofa leaned towards Jey with a smirk. “I think your cat is plotting to take down the Christmas tree, just so you know.”

Jey glanced over to see Storm perched on the counter, eyeing the tree with mischief in his eyes. “Get off the counter, you little menace!” he yelled jokingly, earning laughter from everyone.

Joseph laughed, “I guess some things never change, huh? But back to serious business—Joe and I have been working on continuing the Bloodline fiasco.”

“Is it going to involve me throwing you off a steel cage?” Joe quipped, winking at Rhea.

Joseph laughed, “Maybe! But I need you to make it look good—no botches, please.”

Almia chimed in, “Speaking of legacies, you two are going to be amazing moms. Just remember, if you need any advice, I’m always here. With Joseph, we’ve been through it all.”

“And don’t hesitate to call me too!” Galina added, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “We’ve got your back!”

“Thanks, you guys. We really appreciate that,” Rhea said, her heart warming at the support. “I’m sure we’ll have questions—especially when it comes to those sleepless nights!”

Trinity nodded, her expression earnest. “And I’ll need tips on how to keep Jon from making a mess while I’m trying to handle the babies!”

“Hey, I can’t help it if I’m just as good at diaper duty as I am at wrestling!” Jon replied defensively, but laughter erupted again.

“Just remember, boys, it’s not about you anymore,” Almia added with a wink. “Get ready to be on baby duty!”

With the chatter flowing, dessert plates were soon empty, but the warmth and joy in the room lingered, setting the tone for a wonderful holiday celebration surrounded by love and laughter.

As the front door closed behind Joe and Galina, Rhea and Jey exchanged warm smiles, their hearts still buzzing from the joyful gathering. They made their way back to their bedroom, the sound of laughter and chatter fading behind them.

Once inside, Rhea paused and turned to Jey, a playful glint in her eyes. “I have one last gift for you,” she said, her voice teasing.

Jey raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips. “If it’s a pair of socks, I’m gonna be mad,” he joked, crossing his arms with mock seriousness.

Rhea laughed, shaking her head as she moved toward the bed. “Oh, it’s definitely not socks,” she replied, her excitement bubbling over. She crouched down and reached underneath the bed, her hands rummaging for just the right thing.

When she emerged, she held a shiny blue box, its surface gleaming under the soft light of the room. Jey’s eyes widened in curiosity as she handed it to him. “Open it,” she urged.

With eager hands, Jey lifted the lid and revealed a stunning Cuban chain. It was slightly larger than his last one, but this one was different—made of solid white gold and gleaming with an undeniable weight and elegance. He couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Rhea… this is incredible,” he breathed, his voice filled with astonishment as he lifted the chain, feeling its heaviness in his hands. “I can’t believe you got me this!”

Rhea smiled warmly, her heart swelling with affection. “You gave me yours, and I wanted to give you one that shows how much you mean to me,” she said, her tone sincere. “You’re my everything, Jey.”

Overwhelmed with emotion, Jey stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “This means so much to me,” he whispered before leaning down to capture her lips in a tender kiss. The kiss deepened, filled with love and gratitude, as the world outside faded away.

After a moment, Jey pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers. “I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you in my life. This is the best gift I could ever ask for.”

Rhea grinned, her heart fluttering. “And it’s just the beginning. We have so much to look forward to together.”

He let the chain fall back into the box for a moment, his hands cupping her face as he gazed into her eyes. “You’re right, we do. Here’s to new beginnings, Mami.”

With a shared smile, they knew that no matter what lay ahead, they would face it together, their bond stronger than ever.

—

December 26th, 2024

Jey lounged on the edge of the bed, his phone pressed to his ear. “Hey babygirl! What do you think about spending New Year’s in Houston?” he called out, a teasing lilt in his voice.

“I’m in the shower! That sounds great!” Rhea responded, her voice slightly muffled by the sound of water.

“Damian rented an Airbnb, and it’s a full-on party. He’s invited everyone!” Jey continued, excitement bubbling up.

Rhea turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping a towel around herself. She pulled out her brush and styling products and wiped the mirrors’ steam. “The kids? Are we bringing them?” She asked as she started to brush her hair.

Jey nodded, stepping into his closet, a mix of clothes already packed for their upcoming move. Since the kids had spent Christmas with Takecia and her family, it was Jey’s turn to have them for New Years. “Yeah, we’ll definitely have to bring them. But Damian said we could use one of the spare rooms in the Airbnb for the boys.”

“Perfect!” Rhea said, relief washing over her. “That’ll make it easier for us.”

Just then, Jey heard a loud exclamation from the bathroom. “Jey!” Rhea yelled, her tone urgent. “Get in here!”

Jey rushed into the bathroom, nearly slipping on the tiled floor as he entered. “What happened? Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes wide with concern.

Rhea held up a single gray hair strand, her face a mixture of drama and disbelief. “I’m old!” she wailed, her voice exaggerated for effect.

Jey raised an eyebrow, fighting back a laugh. “And what about my gray hairs? Should I start crying too?” he replied, playfully tugging at a few strands of his own hair that had started to show signs of aging.

Rhea rolled her eyes, a smile breaking through her faux panic. “I didn’t realize you were so mature,” she teased, tossing the gray hair strand into the sink.

Jey stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning in for a quick kiss. “Don’t worry about a little gray. It just means you’re getting wiser,” he said, his voice softening. “Besides, you look stunning no matter what.”

Rhea leaned into him, her worries about aging momentarily forgotten. “Thanks, babe. I guess we’re just going to have to embrace it, huh?”

“Exactly. We’re both getting older, but we’re also getting better,” Jey said, a grin spreading across his face. “And we’ve got a lot to celebrate this year.”

Rhea nodded, feeling a wave of warmth and comfort wash over her. “New Year’s in Houston is going to be amazing,” she said, her voice full of excitement.

“Definitely,” Jey agreed, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Now, let’s get ready for it. We’ve got a party to pack!”

—

Rhea and Jey made their way to the mall, pleasantly surprised to find it open the day after Christmas. The place was bustling with shoppers returning unwanted gifts and hunting for post-holiday sales. Rhea’s eyes sparkled with excitement as they navigated through the throngs of people.

“Let’s check out Windsor!” Rhea said, tugging Jey toward the store. She was determined to find the perfect outfit for the New Year’s party, whether it be a stunning dress or a stylish pantsuit.

Inside Windsor, Rhea immediately gravitated toward the racks, her fingers skimming over the fabrics. Jey leaned against a nearby display, watching her with a fond smile. “You’re going to find something amazing,” he encouraged, trying to sound as supportive as possible.

After a few moments of sorting through dresses, Rhea pulled out a couple of options and turned to Jey with a mischievous grin. “You need to come in here and help me decide!” she called out.

Jey chuckled, hesitating for a moment before walking into the fitting room area. “Alright, I’m coming,” he said, stepping into the small space. “What do you need my expert opinion on?”

As Jey approached Rhea, he quickly realized that she wasn’t wearing anything. He looked at Rhea, who had a mischievous smile on her face.

Rhea whispered, “I was hoping you could help me with something else too.”

Jey raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

Rhea grabbed Jey’s hand and placed it on her pussy so he could feel how wet she is, “I want you to fuck me.”

Jey’s eyes widened, “Rhea, we can’t do that here. What if someone comes in?”

Rhea pressed her body against Jey’s, “No one will come in. Besides, we can be quick and quiet.”

Rhea started to unbuckle Jey’s pants, and Jey couldn’t resist. He grabbed Rhea’s ass and pulled her closer, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

Rhea moaned as Jey entered her, their hands covering each other’s mouths to muffle the sound. Jey fucked Rhea against the wall quickly, their bodies moving in sync. This was something they hadn’t done since they were on the road, sneaking quickies in arena locker rooms or hiding out in vacant conference rooms.

Rhea wrapped her legs around Jey’s waist, pulling him deeper inside her. Jey could feel Rhea’s muscles clenching around him, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He normally would spend this time basking in her beauty, whispering sweet nothings in her, or even eating her out. Jey had found when he spent time going down on Rhea, it would hold off his orgasm cause he would be so focused on Rhea cumming first.

Rhea whispered in Jey’s ear, “Cum inside me. Hurry up, I want to feel you deep inside me.”

Jey couldn’t hold back any longer. He let out a muffled groan as he came inside Rhea, filling her up. Rhea smiled, her body still shaking from the orgasm.

Jey pulled out of Rhea and fixed his pants, “We need to get out of here before someone comes in.”

Rhea quickly put on her street clothes in a hastily fashion and opened the curtain, “I’ll meet you outside.”

Jey nodded and walked out of the fitting room, adjusting his pants. He looked around and saw a sales associate walking towards him, “Is everything alright, sir?”

Jey smiled, “Yeah, everything’s great. Just helping my fiancé try on some dresses.”

The sales associate nodded and walked away, and Jey let out a sigh of relief. He looked towards the fitting room and saw Rhea walking out, a satisfied smile on her face. She carefully set the dresses she wasn’t going to take on the rack and Rhea walked up to Jey and whispered in his ear, “That was fun. We should do it again.”

Jey chuckled, “Maybe we should wait until we’re not in a public place.”

Rhea laughed, “Fine, but you owe me one.”

Jey grinned, “I’ll make sure to collect on that promise.”

—

Jey and Rhea returned home from their successful shopping trip, bags in hand and excitement buzzing in the air. The mall had been lively, but they managed to find outfits that suited each other perfectly.

As they stepped inside, Rhea placed her bags on the couch and pulled out the mini velour long sleeve black dress. “I can’t believe I found this!” she said, holding it up to admire its luxurious texture.

Jey grinned, showing off the red Jordans he had picked out for himself, along with black jeans and a sleek black polo. “You’ll look amazing in that,” he said, nodding approvingly at her dress.

Rhea slipped the strappy red block heels out of the bag, placing them next to the dress. “The red will really pop,” she remarked with a smile, feeling more confident.

“And this jacket will tie my look together,” Jey added, revealing his black jacket.

With both of them dressed to impress, they exchanged satisfied glances, knowing they had helped each other pick out the perfect outfits.

As they finished putting away their clothes, Jey glanced over at Rhea, a playful smile on his face. “Are you okay?” he asked, a teasing tone lacing his words.

Rhea looked up, a puzzled expression crossing her face. “What do you mean?”

Jey leaned against the doorframe, his smirk widening. “You know, the quickie we had in the fitting room.”

Rhea burst into laughter, the sound light and carefree. “My hormones are everywhere, baby!”

Jey chuckled along with her. “Well, I could get used to those impromptu quickies,” he teased, stepping closer.

Rhea leaned in and gave him an Eskimo kiss, their noses brushing together in a sweet moment. “Just wait until tonight,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Jey raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Now you have me all excited.”

“Good. You should be,” Rhea replied, a playful grin on her face as she walked away, leaving Jey to anticipate their evening together.

— December 27th, 2024. Jon and Trinity’s house. 10:21 AM

Jey blasted Kendrick Lamar on the stereo in Jon and Trinity’s gym, the bass vibrating through the room as he focused intently on his shoulder exercises. The slight pressure he was putting on the injured area felt like fire, a reminder of how much he had been through. He grunted with each rep, sweat dripping down his forehead as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. “Fucking Matt,” he muttered under his breath, anger simmering just below the surface as thoughts of Rhea’s ex consumed him.

Meanwhile, Rhea sat across from her therapist, the room softly lit and filled with a calming ambiance. “So, how are you doing?” the therapist asked, her voice gentle but probing.

Rhea hesitated for a moment before replying, “I’m doing good, I guess.”

The therapist nodded, encouraging her to delve deeper. “Remember, this isn’t about giving the ‘right’ answer. Let’s explore how Demi is really feeling with everything going on.”

Rhea sighed, looking down at her hands. “It’s just… with Jey and everything, I keep having these nightmares. I see him getting shot again, and it feels so real. I wake up in a panic, my heart racing. It’s like I can’t escape it.”

“Those nightmares sound very distressing,” the therapist replied, concern etched on her face. “It’s understandable given the trauma you’ve experienced. Have you been able to talk to Jey about it?”

Rhea shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to add to his stress. He’s already dealing with so much with his recovery. I feel like I should be strong for him.”

“It’s important to remember that sharing your fears can help both of you,” the therapist said gently. “Your feelings are valid, and it’s okay to express them. You don’t have to carry this burden alone.”

Rhea nodded, a tear escaping her eye as she tried to process the weight of her emotions. “I just want him to be okay. I want us to be okay.”

As Jey continued his workout, pushing through the pain and frustration, he couldn’t shake the feeling of rage he had toward Matt. The past lingered in his mind, intertwining with his present as he fought to recover, knowing Rhea was struggling too. He gritted his teeth and pushed harder, channeling his anger into the exercises, hoping to emerge stronger for both of them.

Rhea sat up straighter, wiping her eyes as she took a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking a lot about being a mother,” she began, her voice trembling slightly. “It’s something I’ve always wanted, especially now that Jey and I are together. But with everything that’s happened… I just don’t know if I’m ready.”

The therapist nodded, encouraging her to continue. “What concerns you most about becoming a mother?”

“I worry about how I’ll handle everything,” Rhea confessed. “The nightmares are getting worse, and I’m scared they’ll affect me in ways I don’t understand. What if I can’t protect my kid? What if something happens to Jey? I don’t want to pass my trauma onto them.”

“Those are valid concerns,” the therapist replied. “It’s important to recognize that the symptoms of PTSD, such as nightmares and hypervigilance, can impact not just you but also your relationships and future parenting. Have you discussed these fears with Jey?”

Rhea shook her head. “No, I don’t want to burden him. He’s already dealing with his recovery and everything else. I keep thinking about our future together, and I want it to be healthy and stable, but I can’t help but wonder if we’re just setting ourselves up for failure.”

“Building a healthy relationship after experiencing trauma can be challenging,” the therapist stated. “Have you both considered couples therapy? It could provide a safe environment for both of you to explore these feelings and enhance communication.”

“I don’t know,” Rhea admitted, her brow furrowing. “I’m scared to open up about all this. What if it drives us apart? What if he doesn’t want to deal with my baggage?”

“Communication is key,” the therapist emphasized. “Creating a safe space where you can express your fears and desires is crucial. Acknowledging your struggles together could strengthen your bond rather than weaken it. Couples therapy may help you both learn to navigate these challenges.”

Rhea thought for a moment, biting her lip as she contemplated the therapist’s words. “I guess I just feel like I’m constantly on edge. I want to be there for Jey, but I’m terrified of the past repeating itself. The PTSD—it feels like a heavy weight I can’t shake off.”

“Finding healthy coping mechanisms is essential for managing PTSD symptoms,” the therapist suggested. “You might explore grounding techniques, mindfulness exercises, or even journaling to help process your emotions and manage anxiety. Therapy can also equip you with strategies to cope with the nightmares.”

“I just want us to be okay,” Rhea said, her voice cracking slightly. “I want a future with Jey, but sometimes it feels like we’re fighting against everything that’s happened. I don’t want to keep living in fear.”

“Your fears are understandable,” the therapist reassured her. “Working through trauma takes time and effort, but it is possible to achieve healing. It’s important to be patient with yourself and recognize that you’re not alone in this process.”

Rhea took a deep breath, feeling a flicker of hope amidst her swirling emotions. “I just want to give my future kids a life free from fear,” she murmured, her heart aching with the weight of her dreams and fears.

“You can start by taking small steps towards healing,” the therapist encouraged. “Focus on what you can control and prioritize self-care. Remember, it’s okay to seek help, both for yourself and in your relationship. Healing is a journey, and you are stronger than you realize.”

As Jey pushed through another set of exercises, a sudden stabbing pain jolted through his shoulder, causing him to drop the barbell in frustration. The clang of metal on the floor echoed ominously in the gym, but he was too far gone to care. Fueled by rage and pain, he picked up the barbell and hurled it at the mirror, shattering the glass into a spiderweb of cracks.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” he screamed, his voice piercing through the stereo blasting music in the background. The sound of his anguish hung in the air, heavy and hurt.

Trinity, who had just walked in, froze at the sight of the destruction. “Jey! What happened?” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with concern.

Jey struggled to catch his breath, the adrenaline coursing through him. As he tried to process what he had just done, he felt the weight of his actions settle over him like a fog. Jon appeared moments later, quickly turning off the stereo, the abrupt silence feeling deafening. He walked over to Jey, who was still caught in a whirlwind of emotions.

“Calm down, Jey. Focus,” Jon urged, placing a steadying hand on his shoulder. But Jey was trapped in a tunnel vision, his mind racing, unable to escape the storm of anger and frustration.

“Hey,” Jon said softly, breaking through the chaos in Jey’s mind. “Rhea… she’s still here, alive, and she is at therapy. Jey… look at me.”

Finally, Jey blinked his eyes, the moment of clarity allowing him to meet Jon’s gaze. But without a word, he abruptly turned and left the gym, the weight of everything crashing down on him.

He dashed into the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind him. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he felt the remnants of tunnel vision begin to loosen its grip. His heart raced, and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to regain control.

In that moment of darkness, Jey concentrated on happy thoughts—memories that grounded him. Rhea, with her infectious laughter and playful spirit. The laughter of his children, Jeyce and Jaciyah, as they played together. The bond he shared with Jon and Trinity, the strength of their family. Joe and Joseph, the way they supported him through thick and thin. Cody and Damian, the shared laughter and camaraderie that always lifted his spirits.

“I love you Jey..”

“Dad you’re the best!”

“Here with my brother in law, the IC champ, Main Event Jey Uso!”

“Didn’t I tell you? This is what greatness feels like! The promise land!!”

“I am not saying Yeet! My Solo character does not say Yeet Uce’…”

“I can’t wait to marry you Jey..”

With each happy thought, he felt the fog begin to clear. Jey took deep breaths, focusing on the rhythm of his inhale and exhale. Slowly, the sharp edges of his anger began to dull, and the warmth of those memories flooded back, calming his racing heart.

After what felt like an eternity, he opened his eyes and met his own gaze in the mirror. The reflection staring back was still filled with pain, but there was also resilience. He could get through this—he had to. For Rhea, for his children, and for the family he cherished.

Taking one last deep breath, Jey resolved to face whatever awaited him outside the bathroom. He was stronger than his pain, and he wouldn’t let it define him. With a newfound determination, he pushed open the door, ready to confront the chaos he had left behind.

As Jey stepped out of the bathroom, Jon was waiting for him, concern etched across his face. Without hesitation, he pulled Jey into a tight hug. “Come here,” he murmured, leading him into his master bedroom.

Once inside, Jon closed the door behind them, creating a space just for them—a bubble of safety amidst the chaos. “Talk to me,” he urged, his voice steady and comforting.

Jey took a deep breath, the weight of everything pressing down on him. “I was working out,” he began, trying to piece together the sequence of events. “Everything was fine until I suddenly got this intense pain in my arm. I dropped the barbell, and then… it’s like I just lost it. Tunnel vision kicked in, and I couldn’t see anything else.”

Jon nodded, absorbing Jey’s words. “You’ve been through a lot lately,” he said softly. “Maybe you should consider seeing a therapist. I know it sounds cliché, but it could really help you process everything—especially after what happened with Rhea and your injury.”

Jey shifted uncomfortably, the idea of therapy making him feel vulnerable. “I don’t know, Jon. I’ve always been the one to push through. I don’t want to be seen as weak.”

“Jey,” Jon said firmly, placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Asking for help isn’t a sign of weakness. It takes strength to admit when you need support. You’ve been dealing with physical pain and emotional trauma. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

Jey looked down, contemplating Jon’s words. Deep down, he knew his brother was right. The past few months had been a rollercoaster of emotions, and bottling everything up wasn’t doing him any favors. “I just don’t want to burden anyone,” he finally admitted.

“You’re not a burden,” Jon reassured him. “We’re family. We look out for each other. You’ve been there for me through everything, and I want to be there for you now. If you think therapy could help, I’ll support you. And I’ll even go with you if you want.”

Jey glanced up at Jon, feeling a swell of gratitude. “Thanks, man. I appreciate it. I’ll think about it.”

“Just promise me you’ll consider it,” Jon replied, his tone gentle yet firm. “You don’t have to have all the answers right now. Just take it one step at a time.”

“Okay,” Jey agreed, feeling a bit lighter. “I’ll think about it.”

Jon smiled, giving Jey one last squeeze before stepping back. “Now, how about we get some fresh air? Maybe a walk? It might help clear your head.”

Jey nodded, grateful for Jon’s support. As they headed out of the room, he felt a flicker of hope. Maybe facing his struggles didn’t mean he was weak; perhaps it meant he was ready to heal.

After a long walk, Jon and Jey finally reached Sanders Beach. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing backdrop as they found a spot to sit on the warm sand. The sun was bright and showing a hue over the ocean even though it was mildly cold, and the brothers settled into a comfortable silence, reflecting on their past.

“You remember all those summers we spent here as kids?” Jon asked, glancing over at Jey. “We would build sandcastles and run around like maniacs.”

“Yeah,” Jey chuckled, a nostalgic smile creeping onto his face. “And we’d always try to catch crabs, but they’d get away every time. Dad was always like ‘we are never coming to Pensacola cause you don’t know how to act right’. Good times.”

As they reminisced about their childhood adventures, the conversation shifted to their early days in WWE. “It feels like a lifetime ago, doesn’t it?” Jon said. “We were just a couple of kids with big dreams.”

“Yeah, we were so hungry to prove ourselves,” Jey replied, shaking his head. “I remember how nervous I was during my first match. But you were right there, pushing me to do my best.”

“I had to keep you on your toes,” Jon laughed. “But seriously, it’s crazy to think how far we’ve come since then.”

As the laughter faded, Jon’s expression turned serious. He turned to Jey, searching for the right words. “When did you first realize you were in love with Rhea?”

Jey’s gaze drifted out to the water, the waves reflecting his inner turmoil. He took a deep breath, contemplating the question. “You know, it’s kind of fucked up,” he started, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “Because I was always like, ‘I love my wife. I love Takecia. I would never leave her.’ But when Rhea told me no that night she vacated her title, that’s when it hit me. I realized I had fallen in love with her.”

He paused, the weight of his words settling between them. “It hurt when she said she chose Matt. I remember seeing those pictures and spiraling into a deep depression. I wanted to leave Takecia right then and there, but Rhea was gone. At that point, I was selfish for staying with Takecia.”

Jon listened intently, his heart heavy with his brother’s pain. “And then when Rhea returned and came to my hotel room that night, I said, ‘Fuck it,’ and I went all in. Somewhere along the line, we just got closer. But then I kept thinking about my kids and pushed Rhea away for a bit. And then I found out she was pregnant—and it’s mine. I think after that, I was just trying to figure out the right way to divorce Takecia.”

Jon put a hand on Jey’s shoulder, feeling the turmoil that his brother had endured. “That’s a lot to carry, Jey. You’ve been through so much. But you have to remember that you deserve to be happy too. It’s okay to prioritize your own feelings and the love you have for Rhea.”

Jey nodded, appreciating Jon’s support. “I know. It’s just hard, you know? I want to make sure my kids are taken care of, but I also don’t want to lose the love I have for Rhea. It feels like I’m caught in the middle of everything.”

“You’ll find a way through this,” Jon said confidently. “You’re stronger than you think. Just take it one step at a time.”

As the sun shined, Jey felt a sense of clarity washing over him. He knew the road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but with Jon by his side, he felt more equipped to navigate the challenges that lay ahead. “Thanks for always being here, Jon. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Always, brother,” Jon replied, a proud smile on his face. “We’re in this together.”

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