#why are their faces so red i had to adjust the colouring so much and they're still red

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joker out SOON bag... my tattoo, kris' sweater, the SOON badge, igor (jan's cat)... [x]

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FUTURE SPOUSE - Channelled message: What they love about you

(can also apply to long-term committed partner)

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I’d love to know 🎐

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1. Citrine

Loving you and being loved by you is like registering for a foreign language course, a never-ending one. At first, I was perplexed by your emotional distance, I could see it, your emotions, but I couldn't reach it. It felt like a wall was between us. I suppose my emotional expression felt foreign to you, too. Our language didn't match. But we persisted. We learnt and we've found some success.

You will find my neediness less annoying, and I will find your distance less scary. We've learnt to appreciate each other's endearing traits more, to admire rather than criticise each other.

I get to feel your care in such an intimate way. It's subtle, modest but warm, and it makes my heart squealed. It's like a perfume scent that lingers close to your skin. Sometimes you would forget that it is there, but you could still feel its effect on you, subconsciously, it makes you feel at ease, relaxed, like an invisible embrace. You always know me so well, inside out, even the smallest reaction wouldn't escape your eyes. You make me feel so appreciated, and I want to give you my unwavering devotion. We are, in a sense, the only existence in each other's eyes. (We still care for other people in our life, but no one understands us like us, no one sees us like us)

We don't show our love for each other in such an extravagant and boisterous way. We want to go about our life together quietly, to protect our nest. We are more alike in the way we function in this world than you think. Both your detachment and my attachment stemmed from a sense of solitude in life. The difference is, you want to embrace it, I want to run away from it. And when we are together, we enjoy our solitude together.

We get to feel life together in such a pure and beautiful way. I had never paid enough attention to little beauties surrounding me until I met you. Life takes on many more colours than before. It's vibrant, it's blinding, and it's moving.

Note: You guys could have some difficulties in the beginning due to differences in your way of expressing love. They are more attached and needy while you are more detached and distance. I don't think they are generally the needy and clingy type. They could just appear that way to you. But, gradually, you will learn to understand and adjust to each other. And that will be immensely rewarding. They will come to appreciate your more detached temperament, it shows hidden strength and also shows that you don't just overreact to situations, you will face adversities with calmness.

They love your quiet devotion and how you care for them in such a subtle and observant way. They feel seen and understood by you.

They will want to enjoy the quiet life that you share with each other. The type that goes under the radar, very private, not many will be able to intrude upon.

They also love how being with you makes them notice more beauty in life, to pay more attention to details. They learnt to enjoy smaller things, to find joys in ordinary days with you.

2. Red jasper

If you were a detective, a secret agent, or a spy, I think you would be very successful. Or are you one? Your silent moves would kill me every time. I didn't know that I could be attracted to something so dangerous. Why? The anticipation, the dread, it builds and builds in me, until suddenly, I find myself floating in the middle of dark water. I love it and I'm scared of it. The food you gave me, I'd never know if they were poisonous, if they had some kind of spell cast on them. Anyway, It filled my stomach, and it filled my heart. Full and contented. That's how I feel when I'm with you, minus the dread and the fear.

You don't say much, but your stare is enough, more than enough, it's intimidating, you know? Don't you know that people are scared of that? Or you've already known and you're enjoying it?

Whenever I look at you, I can't resist the urge to play detective myself. To deduct your thoughts and plans from those minuscule expressions on your face, your reactions. I want to observe them, to study them, so that, next time, you can't spring your surprises on me. Haha, fat chance, I will fail most of the times though. It's frustrating but also fascinating, especially when I see your surprising tactics worked on other people. A sense of sympathy, perhaps. Where do you get all those outlandish ideas from? Is there a recipe for the ideas generator with a 'totally explosive and secretive' tag on it in your mind? Do you have a production team working overtime behind the screen for you? Give me a hint.

You do whatever you want, sometimes you even moved away, change your address without telling me, knocking at my door in the middle of the night to tell me some irrelevant stories then walked away, telling me to go to the beach in the middle of winter. It's maddening, and it's addicting. I just want to grab a hold of you. I know it's impossible, but I always want to try.

Note: Are you someone who is on the quiet side but like to do whatever you want? Maybe you aren't, but they will view you that way. Your silence means unpredictability for them. They can't read you. And when they can't read someone, they perceive that person to be dangerous, they can't predict the other person's next move. But they love that feeling of uncertainty with you. It's scary but exhilarating, I think they have a liking for extreme sport and scary movies, anything that hints at a hidden, darker side.

They like your cooking, whatever you cook, even if it looks weird or unidentifiable, made from strange ingredients, it gives them a sense of uneasiness but also satisfaction.

They find you to be intimidating and inexpressive. They also like that other people are intimidated by you, is that a sense of camaraderie? A secret fan club. Your mysterious existence intrigues them. They want to probe into your mind to understand your inner working, with not much success, and that will even drive them more into it. It arouses them in every sense. They want to catch hold of that elusiveness, that uniqueness that you have. Be careful that it could translate to some possessive and obsessive behaviours from their part.

3. Amazonite

If you look closely at everything in nature, you will find that balance is everywhere, the equilibrium of randomness and order, of opposition and unification. And I find that balance in you too, because you are a part of nature, we all are, I find me in you and I find you in me.

You are the everlasting flame that burns. I got close and got a burn mark for touching you. But it's the mark that I would proudly display. Not to show off my bravery but to show off our closeness. You touched the softest part of me, the body hiding behind a tough shell. It hurts. It feels scary. It feels naked, but I wouldn't choose the other way.

How can someone so fierce and powerful like you can also be so tender and soft? softness could kill, strength could soothe.

I saw you walking on a strange road that not many dared to walk, but you seem so calm, so at peace, it made me curious, it made me envious and it also made me yearn to be with you. To walk with you, even if you don't need a companion. Are you chasing the moon, a faraway dream, a total darkness? Whatever destination you are heading to, I want to be there with you, for you, because I know my happiness also lies there as well. Your steadfastness gave me utmost trust and security, something that I didn't know I needed that much.

Sometimes, I feel like I'm seeing multiple people in front of me, but it's just you. I see a playful child, I see a wise wizard, I see a naughty trickster, I see a serious teacher. Somehow, they all act in union, a harmonious whole. It's ever fascinating. I could go to you for the soundest advice, then have banters that go nowhere and everywhere. I could go to you for the sweetest smile then having the rawest touch. What can I not find in you?

Note: This person practically loves everything about you. The love and the hurt that you can give them.

They find you to be their perfect counterpart, someone that they want to walk with, the one that can lead them to their happiness. They find happiness in their journey with you, no matter the destination.

They love how multifaceted you are. You seem to embody lots of different and contradicting traits, but it worked for you. You can harmonise them well into a fascinating being that they can't get enough of.

This person probably loves someone who can teach them, widen their mind, make them face their deepest part, but also be gentle about it. They love someone that know where they are going, someone who is very sure of their self, even if the path they tread doesn't mesh well with other people, I see the image of a stream (conventional ideals) feeding/pouring fear on a fish, but the fish just swims pass them. They find this steadfastness (their word) give them the courage to also go their own path and put their trust in you completely.

I think the way you act is pretty gentle, soft, and loving towards them, but it can also trigger them, touch them deeply, they can perceive a liveliness to you, as in someone who is brimming with life.

4. Labradorite

Hmm, the people seeing you be all smiley and warm probably won't be able to guess the wild animal that you've put on a tight leash behind closed doors.

Not with me, I will see it and I will love it. I love how you present yourself in such a soft, sweet way, then act all passionately when you are with me. Can it be called deception? I don't think so. It's just that you have such admirable self-control, you know when to hold and when to release, you don't just show your wild side to anyone. They have to earn your trust. I feel like the only guest in a private show. It boosted my ego, I will be honest. It makes me excited every time I get to meet you. Like a kid going to amusement park to watch firework.

You know how to play with words. Make it more flirty than necessary, but also make it into a soothing balm for the most agonising pain. I will tell you every time, to write a book, and I will be your most avid reader.

Being with you is me deciding to be brave, to embrace changes. You will bring changes into my life. Not intentionally. You just are. I found my life getting flipped upside down, being shaken, wrung out all the unnecessary grimes that had tenaciously clung on. I know that after they'd gone, you would fill me with real life. It felt like a dream before. Now I'm wide awake, lying on the shore, empty and liberated.

How can you give so much? Is there an infinite bank of fire inside you? Falling for you is like falling into the rabbit hole. It leads me into a strange land, expanding then contracting, being too big, being too small. Then, you will shine a light through a tiny hole on the sky for me to find you. I always know how to find you. The fire in me longs to be one with your fire.

Note: This person have so much passion for you. It's not just lust in a physical sense. It's more like your fire ignites their life fire and make it burn wildly. They can feel a passionate energy from you, it's generous and giving, like a sun. It's a life force that attracts every living being. I think that life for this person before meeting you had been quite dull. You make them feel alive. And to be alive is to be aroused, much like a seed sleeping underneath the earth, one day, sprouted out and kept growing.

They love how you're able to control yourself. They sense that you have a more wild side, an animalistic side to you that you just don't show to anyone unless they are deserving. They love how you present yourself beautifully and can also act passionately and assertively. You know when to be flirty, when to be serious, when to be soothing. You're probably have a talent with words too. They love your way of communicating, it's fun and creative.

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𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝔹𝕠𝕪

Paul Aron x Fem!Reader Paul is sometimes shy about asking to touch you. He just wants to make sure he never assumes consent.

Warning: One (1) word in Estonian idk I tried. Mentions (and innocent touching) of boobies *gasp*

1.1k words hihihi

“Kallis?” [Sweetheart?]

You lifted your head from the class notes in front of you to see your boyfriend, Paul, standing at the door of your home office. He looked nervous, as if he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to be in the room. 

“Paul? Did you need something?” You hoped that softening your voice would help him not be as nervous. Having been dating for just over half a year, you were quickly becoming aware of some of his ‘tells’. Things like how his nostrils would flare a little if he wanted to laugh but thought it’d be inappropriate. Or how he would be extra nervous when he wanted to ask you something because he didn’t want to worry you with things while you were doing your coursework for uni. 

“I uh, I can come back later if you’re busy. It wasn’t really important.” Paul stammered a little as he answered you. It intrigued you immensely when Paul got shy, because it was such a difference to his very outgoing personality when he’s around his friends and teammates. 

“Please tell me what’s wrong? I promise you’re not disturbing or interrupting me.” You held your hand out towards him, inviting him to walk further into the room. He was careful as he walked towards you, like he didn’t want to disturb the research papers you had on the desk. You stood up as he reached you and lifted a hand to caress his face. 

“What did you need of me, My Love?” You kept your voice soft and your touch gentle. 

Paul lifted a hand and gripped your hand that was cradling his face. “I just- I really missed you.” 

A smile found its way onto your face. You finally realised that he was nervous because he wanted to be around you but didn’t want to distract you from your studies. Gently, you guided him to sit in the chair you were just in. Paul tried to protest that it was your chair and that he could find another one to sit on but you were having none of it. You sat down on his lap and told him that this way you could get some of your work done while still being around him. He settled pretty quickly after that. 

Admittedly it did take you a while to notice that Paul hadn’t moved his arms from the armrests of your chair,. So when you did notice, you were just a little confused. 

“Are you alright Darling?” You asked over your shoulder. 

“Uh huh.” He replied. 

“Are you sure? Because you haven’t moved your arms from the chair once.” You turned as much as you could to look at him face to face. His face was flushed a light pink colour as you twisted around on his lap. 

“I just wasn’t sure if you wanted me to touch you.” 

“Why would you think that?” You watched as his face slowly became more and more red. 

“I don’t think you ever said if you were okay with it and I didn't want to just assume that it would be alright to.” He moved his eyes away from yours. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” 

Barely stopping yourself from cooing at his adorably red cheeks, you twisted back around and leant back so you were resting on his torso. Grabbing both of his hands, you moved them to hug you around your midriff. Adjusting your head to look at his face, you whispered and peppered kisses to the underside of his jaw. 

“I don’t think it’s possible for me to be uncomfortable when you touch me. You're always so careful and gentle. If anything I want you to touch me more.” 

“But what if I accidentally overstep?” 

“I will tell you. But for now I want you to do something for me.” 

“Anything.” He left a shy, barely-even-there kiss behind your ear. 

“I want you to hold my boobs.” 

Paul was stunned into silence. Had he heard you correctly? You wanted him to do what? 

“You- Me- What?” He couldn’t get the words to exit his mouth. 

“I want you to hold my boobs. For two reasons. One, to prove that I trust you to touch me and be more casually intimate, and two, because believe it or not I actually find it very comforting. However, I need both my hands to finish typing up my class notes, which means I can’t hold them myself.” You placed a kiss on his jawline before sitting up a little so you could finish typing your notes. You felt as Paul also sat up a bit, presumably to keep the contact between your back and his chest. 

Just before you were about to set in and start on finishing your notes, Paul’s hands began playing with the hem of your shirt. 

“Can I lift it Kallis?” He whispered. 

“Of course you can My Love. You can do whatever you need, to make it easier if you’d like.” 

“Thank you.” He said, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck and leaving little feather-light kisses. His hands moved underneath your shirt and shyly travelled up your body before resting briefly at the apex of your breasts. Seeing as you had given him verbal permission, Paul decided he could easier grab hold of your breasts without your bra in the way. 

You hummed in acknowledgement when he mumbled that he was going to unhook the offending item of your clothing, focusing as much as you could on your notes. You knew that as much as the skin on skin contact was comforting for you, it was also incredibly important for Paul because it allowed him to test how far he was willing to go. He could set the pace knowing that if he accidentally took it too far, he could rely on you to tell him when to stop. 

You sat there on his lap for roughly 2 hours, Paul’s chin resting on your shoulder. Every now and then, Paul would give your breasts a gentle squeeze, making sure not to be too harsh. Occasionally, when you finished a paragraph of notes, you would give Paul a peck on the nose, his smile making your own smile grow with each kiss.  

Neither you nor Paul moved once you were done, except to lean a bit further back in the chair to be a little more comfortable. You were far too engrossed with the feeling of each other to even briefly entertain the idea of moving from where you sat. Too wrapped up in the love you had for each other. 

It was Paul who eventually whispered to you, breaking the silence. 

“Can I do this again tomorrow?” 

You huffed out a tiny laugh, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair as best you could. 

“Oh my sweet boy, you don’t even have to ask.”

I call this ✨ divine inspiration ✨

Aka the collective hivemind that is the discord server coming together to give the strength and inspiration to FINALLY advertise just how much I love Paul Aron.

anyways, started writing this at the end of F2 Quali, finished it at the end of F1 Academy Quali. Decided to gift while I was still delirious from lack of sleep (Aussie F1 fan struggles lmao)

likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated <3

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LESSONS IN ETIQUETTE ୨♡୧

PAIRING: (Neuvillette x AFAB!Reader x Wriothesley) SYNOPSIS:After becoming the Acting Princess of Fontaine, you've been struggling to follow the rules, but it's all okay! That's what your royal tutor Neuvillette and bodyguard Wriothesley is there to help you with! WARNINGS:(NSFW, spanking, edging, overstimulation, handcuffs, blindfolding, oral (fem. receiving), praise degradation) MDNI

Divider by @/cafekitsune

“Princess?” 

Neuvillette’s baritone voice, although raised slightly so you can hear it from the other side of the door, holds the same tender lilt to it. You feel your heart leap slightly when you leap from your red chaise lounge and bound to the door to rip it open, ignoring the judgemental stare from your bodyguard, Wriothesley. 

“Neuvillette!” You beam as his purple eyes crinkle from the smile he gives you. He plants a chaste kiss on your knuckle, and the glimmer of affection in his eyes when he peers up at you through his long lashes send you reeling. Ever since you were forced to act as a stand-in Princess for Teyvat after the real one had been receiving threats from an unknown source, you believe Neuvillette’s lessons in etiquette are keeping you together. Even if the balls are unbearably boring and the fake smiles you master in the bathroom mirror strain your face, learning to dance and hearing Neuvillette praise your gleeful smile is all worth it. 

He allows you to lead him into your large bedroom, where Wriothesley is reading and sipping on tea. You never really understood why the dark haired man is to be by your side at all times. The Royal family tell you it’s because they don’t want to see you get hurt, but you know that it’s so you stay within the confines of the palace. Many times, you’ve leaped through the bushes of the rose garden, and Wriothesley has yanked you back and marched you back to the palace. Last week, you tried to escape through the library window, allowing the curtains to shield you from his view. You made it to the marble swan fountain by the exit before Wriothesley threw you over his shoulder with one arm and brought you back. At the recollection of the memory, you pull a face at Wriothesley as you sit Neuvillette down. He looks up at you with his eyes, the hue of rainy skies, and rolls them as if he were entertaining a child. 

“Now, Princess, I don’t mean to panic you, but I have been informed of some… mishaps occuring at the last ball you were at.” Neuvillette clears his throat and a small worried expression causes you to practically wilt. He notices this and scrambles to put the smile back on your face. “N-not anything too major though, I heard you did so well in dancing, I’m very proud of you.” 

“Thank you, Neuvillette, I just never want to disappoint you.” You practically simper, and Wriothesley hides a gag behind a polite cough, which Neuvillette is tactful enough to ignore. 

“You couldn’t possibly, my darling.” A gloved hand lightly pets you on the head, and you can smell the scent of moringa flowers get stronger as he approaches you. “Though I may need to teach you something a little different.” 

“Oh?” You reply, adjusting your blouse once you see how perfectly pressed Neuvillette’s navy three piece suit is. He sits you down on the armchair opposite of Wriothesley, the plush of the plum coloured crushed velvet material dipping under your weight. 

“Yes, Princess. It seems that last night,��� he circles you behind the chair, his gloved hand trailing the golden embellishments on the back of her chair, “you were… enchanted by the Prince of Khaenri’ah.”

Ah, Prince Kaeya. Prince Kaeya, who moved with the unwavering elegance of a peacock. Prince Kaeya, who in his drunken daze, twirls you around when dancing, the khol lining his eyes causing that one beautiful, cobalt blue eye to gleam with brilliance. Oh, Prince Kaeya, who charmed you off your feet for one night only. You look guiltily at Neuvillette, “I apologise, I believe I had too much to drink-”

“You could have done worse, Princess. The error is on my behalf.” He murmurs from your left, still pacing across the room. You hear the clink of china on the table, and look up to see Wriothesley listening intently, even going as far as to slip a bookmark into the book he’s reading. “You see, people in balls may seem alluring to you-”

“They want you for your power, is all.” Wriothesley remarks, and Neuvillette clears his throat.

“That could be it, or they were simply taken by your own charms.” He offers. “However, I failed to warn you about this. And these men are dangerous, Princess. They might hunt you down, no matter how close Wriothesley is. This is why I thought of a… different way of teaching you.” 

“A different way?” 

Neuvillette’s long locks of white hair dance in the slight breeze as he approaches the doors to the balcony and closes them, causing the strands of starlight to halt to a stop. He pulls his hair up with a black silk ribbon in a high ponytail. The sunlight runs through the blue hued strands as he ties the ribbon into a perfect bow. “Yes, dear. Wriothesley over here and I thought that we could attempt to build up an immunity to seduction.” You feel a slight pang of fear as Wriothesley’s expressionless face glows with excitement, his half lidded eyes flooding with light.  

“You see, Princess,” Wriothesley practically snarls, “we’re going to have to show you the extent of what these desperate Dukes and Princes will go to for your affection.” He hisses into your ear, so Neuvillette can’t hear. “And I’m going to show you what happens when you make things difficult for me.”

Your face flushes and Wriothesley towers over your seated figure, his arms resting on either side of your chair. “I don’t…” You hesitate and clear your throat, your composure cracking like ice under a hammer from the dark haired man’s gaze. Seeking refuge, you look towards Neuvillette for some clarity, but instead you find your mind has gone haywire when you see him slide his gloves off with his teeth. “I don’t object to it, but why must he be here?” You nudge your chin towards Wriothesley, “He has it out for me!” You pout, knowing that Neuvillette will give you a warm smile, his pretty eyes skrunckled up cutely. He does, as you predict, but the smile is accompanied by a shake of the head which causes his ponytail to dance with it. 

“I’m sorry dear, but most of the people flirting with you do have it out for you. Whether it be for your fake status, money or beauty.” He approaches the chair you sit in, right beside Wriothesley, caging you in velvet. “We just want to make sure you aren’t so easily influenced, yes?” 

There is always something hypnotic about Neuvillette. An air of worldly knowledge interwoven with every spoken word, a charismatic voice that makes you feel as if you’re drowning in a sea of calmness. The trance he puts you in floods your train of thought and you wonder if he’s aware of the effect he has on you, the spell he has you under. When he says it like that, with so much care and tenderness, what other answer can you reply with other than “Yes”?

“Good girl, we’ll start easy, okay?” He murmurs, kissing your temple. How anyone has  ever survived this man’s charms is a mystery to you. Wriothesley on the other hand, grins down at you, fixing his glove and gripping your thigh.

“You’re gonna break tonight, Princess.” He sneers, and you feel red hot anger spurt out of you as if it were reflex. The warm, fuzzy feeling from Neuvillette boiling over. 

“I won’t. Not to the likes of you.” You tug on Neuvillette’s sleeve, “At least Monsieur Neuvillette is charming. You’re just annoying.” Comes your sharp retort, even though you both know you’ve been eyeing how perfectly his clothes accentuate his body. This causes Neuvillette to go slightly pink, the apples of his cheeks more visible due to the coy smile on his face.

“Come now, Princess, we shouldn’t play favourites.” He chuckles softly, stroking your cheek. You nuzzle into his palm and pout once more. 

“But you have faith in me, right, Neuvillette?” 

“Oh, Princess…” He pinches your cheek, but it is as light as a petal falling on your face. “I have to side with him on this one. You are going to break tonight. And that’s okay, because you can surrender to us.” Neuvillette muses, eyes glazed over with the sight of you undone and gasping already being painted in his mind. 

This is what strikes slight fear into you. You thought he would make it easy for you, maybe let Wrio bully you for a bit and then offer you dessert after a few crocodile tears. But the way that their sharp gazes pin you to the spot assures you that you are in for a ride.

“Now, angel. We are two princes vying for your attention. Keep your cool, do not show the slightest bit of interest. Not even in your body language. People will often notice what you do rather than what you say to see what pleases you, alright?” He instructs you in what is closest to a teacher's voice. You nod your head in agreement and Wriothesley snickers.  

“What a pretty little Princess we have here.” He practically spits at you, but oh-so-gently kneels and kisses the back of your hand. Neuvillette twirls a lock of hair around his finger. 

“Yes, they are, aren’t they?” You want to pay attention to the white haired man but you’re interrupted by the sharp bite on your hand from the still kneeling Wriothesley, who mischievously grins up at you. “Tell me, Your Highness, do you usually lure in people like this?” Wriothesley plays with the chain on your pants, pinging them. 

“I… Lure?” You reply, and the triumphant grin on his face urges you to collect yourself. “It is not my fault you can’t keep your hands off me.” A similar grin contorts your innocent expression as you press a heeled shoe to his chest, pressing his black shirt buttons and red tie with intricate stitching of a darker, sensual shade of vermillion, akin to the hot anger that flushes his cheeks. Neuvillette takes your ankle and removes it from Wrio’s dress shirt to press a kiss on your shin. 

“You’re right, Highness. I can’t keep my hands off you.” He muses, white hair framing his face, yet not concealing the brilliant violet gaze dripping with lust. Neuvillette’s voice is soft and gentle, yet you have to supress the urge to lean back against the chair to allow him to do whatever he wishes to you. “Nor do I want to.” Nevertheless, you keep your back straight and your gaze downcast towards them, even when Wriothesley stands up to grab your face and squish your cheeks together with one hand. It seems like the blatant act of disrespect has cracked his usually calm demeanour.

“You’re a fucking pain in the ass, my Princess.” He cooes, meeting your icy gaze and then pinning your shoulders back with both hands. “You’re touchstarved too, I’ve seen what books you hide underneath your pillow.” He looks at Neuvillette, and your eyes widen with horror. “Pure erotica.” 

You feel your face fall, and the perfect, golden act you’ve kept up to allow Neuvillette’s lilac gaze to consume you like you are the only one in the world seems like it is all for naught. Your heart pulsates in your stomach. Finally meeting Neuvillete’s flushed face, a tiny chuckle leaves his lips. “Don’t bully the poor thing, Wriothesley, we all have our quirks.” He kisses your nose, “So, Princess, what sort of things do you enjoy in those books, hmm?”

Heat builds up and you feel your composure slip as Wriothesley kisses down your neck, and Neuvillette presses a kiss to your lips. Wriothesley laughs cruelly, “I bet you enjoy being toyed with.” When you moan softly, he grips your thigh, allowing Neuvillette’s soft hands to cup your face. “This kind of reaction is unbecoming of you, Princess.” He emphasises this with a bite, causing you to yelp into Neuvillette’s passionate kiss. You feel the air hit your lips when Neuvillette descends to unzip your pants, sliding the fabric down your legs. At the same time, Wriothesley rips your dress shirt open, and you squeal at his roughness. “Stand up.” He orders. 

With whatever tatters of dignity you have left, you smirk at him. “Make me.” And within a split second, he picks you up. He raises your body like a ragdoll, ready to throw you onto the bed, but Neuvillette shakes his head and rushes to prep the pillows. Wriothesley sighs and places you on the bed, guiding one of the silk pillows under your hips, the cool fabric making you shiver. He unhooks the handcuffs from his belt loop and binds you with them, you thrash against him but Neuvillette hushes you, raking his hand through your scalp. 

“Wriothesley, you’re so rough with them.” He tuts, and the dark haired man only scoffs and pinches your cheek.

“Well, this one is a brat, and they’ve been trying to escape multiple times, haven’t you?” He nudges you, and you glare up at him. Neuvillette gasps, and you look at him guiltily. 

“Is this true, Princess?” He asks, his hand stops on your waist. You avert your gaze and nod. Neuvillette shakes his head in disappointment yet amusement glitters in his violet eyes. “You’re so good for me, but such a troublemaker for him. Is it that you’re more comfortable with Duke Wriothesley, here?” 

Wriothesley rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his dark hair. “A little too comfortable.” 

“We can’t have that, darling. Need you to be completely open with me as well. And here I thought I was the favourite.” He tuts, helping you up and laying your head against Wriothesley’s chest. His pin is nearly centimetres away from your eye, noticing this, Wriothesley takes it off and places it by the bedside table, such a kind gesture from him is unfamiliar to you. 

Nevertheless, you can’t keep your mouth shut. “You are my favourite, Neuvillette. He’s just an assho- mmph!” Wriothesley tilts your chin up uncomfortably and kisses you on the lips, your bottom lip in between his teeth as he grabs your chest. You gasp and hear Neuvillette chuckle in the background. 

“Fucking brat. You think you can get me riled up by making me upset because I’m not your favourite?” Wriothesley smirks and rolls your nipple between his fingers and jostles you in his lap. 

“You are riled up. Bet you’re jealous.” You laugh, the last of your pride melts away as you moan midway through the sentence. You look at Neuvillette, who with a tiny smile, parts your thighs. 

“I see what ails this Princess. I think an attitude adjustment is in order, no?” He muses, and Wriothesley agrees eagerly. 

“Yeah, like fuck they do.” He declares, rolling up his sleeves and holding your thighs open. “Aww, what a mess already. I think you need to surrender, Princess, it’s obvious that you’re desperate~” Neuvillette spreads you open further, and you shrink into Wriothesley from embarrassment as he inspects how much you’re leaking, inner pink walls coated in light cream sheen. 

“Not surrendering! Not yet!” You hiss, although your cuffed hands covering your mouth as Neuvillette plays with your clit. You try to shut your legs, but Wriothesley effortlessly has you spread open. 

“Fine, but if your struggle is as weak as the way you’re trying to hide yourself from us by closing your legs, then expect me to make it absolute hell for you.” You whimper meekly when Neuvillette licks up and down your clit, jolting in Wriothesley’s grip. “What’s that, Princess? Finally using that mouth to make pretty noises? Hmm?” He taunts, squeezing your thighs whilst Neuvillette groans into you, the vibrations causing you to pant. He continues the taunting all the way up to your climax, in which Neuvillette stops abruptly. He tilts your chin up and smiles when he sees your fucked-out gaze. 

“Princess, you need to surrender in order for me to finish you off.” He sits you up, and you shake your head in disdain.

“No, I… I can’t, not yet!” You mumble, and Neuvillette pets your head, kissing your forehead. 

“We’ll let you come down from your high, darling. It’s okay.” His voice is coaxing, baritone, it vibrates and you feel your heart and lower regions flutter. Hyper aware of every kiss of air on your exposed flesh, and especially aware of Neuvillette and Wriothesley. Their breaths reverberate against your ear and clit. Wriothesley’s breath is cold, yet sharp, and Neuvillette,  scorching hot, but ebbing tortuously. Oh, you could surrender, but he’s prepared this lesson for you. Sweet, caring Neuvillette, who only wants the best for you, so you will do your best just to please him. Even if it is at the expense of your own pleasure. However, a darker part of you notices the nonchalant, cocky attitude that envelops Wriothesley, and how you want to prove him wrong. Surrendering to Neuvillette’s overwhelming yet gentle pleasure would be a reward, but to damn yourself to give into Wriothesley? You may as well be a rabbit waltzing into a wolf's den. 

“No! I won’t!” And with that, Neuvillette withdraws himself from between your legs, the sensation of his silver hair gliding across your thighs when he pulls himself away makes you jolt. Neuvillette smiles softly, his light purple eyes glistening and scrunching up with adoration, the same kind looks that melts your heart whenever you please him. Except now, he licks his fingers coated in a sheen of transparent, viscous liquid. It makes you squirm and twitch, the knot in your stomach dullens, but does not unravel. Wriothesley lets out a low whistle, brows raised as he watches you whine from your denied release. 

 “Seems like your stubbornness finally has some use. But you’ll buckle now that I’m gonna do you nice and fast.” The two switch positions, with Wriothesley between your legs and Neuvillette behind you. The only difference is that your head lays in Neuvillette’s lap instead of resting against his chest. The ruffled lace sleeve of his white shirt tickles your cheek as he reaches to brush your hair from your face, smiling softly. His finger trails your nose, down to your lips, and although you want to admire his smooth hands, you close your eyes when the pads of his fingers smooth your brows. Meanwhile, Wriothesley rummages through Neuvillette’s briefcase, his gloved hands producing a device with a suction-cup top. He grins deviously, and you instinctively try to back away, but Neuvillette reaches down to kiss your lips softly, murmuring a gentle reprimand.

“It’s not polite to reject a gift, little Princess.” He whispers, and you mumble a weak apology. His hair flutters across your face as he moves to tilt your chin towards the dark haired man. His eyes, the hue of starlight, glimmer with malice, lust, and innocent glee all at once. “Ah, ah, you should apologise to that gentleman over there.” Neuvillette replies softly, taking your bound wrists in one hand and massaging your chest with the other. You feel your face burn with humiliation. Apologise? To Wriothesley? Who holds a bizarre device that he will undoubtly use to torture you? 

But one look at Neuvillette makes you gulp, the way his hands squeezes and rubs at your breasts making you keel into his touch. You have no choice but to do as he says: “I-I’m sorry, Duke Wri- ah! Wriothesley.” You moan and god, you realise how pathetic you sound because the Duke tilts his head to one side and edges near your sensitive clit with the device. 

“Oh, you will be.” He waves it near your ears, and your eyes widen in horror when you hear it vibrate. You catch on quickly, even with pleasure disgruntling your senses as if playing a piano piece with the pendulum on the wrong tempo. You feel Neuvillette chuckle as his lap trembles with a low chuckle. “This is something I first found out about in the Fortress of Meriopede. They say the Fatui sometimes use pleasure to break their prey, so I’m not sure your dainty little body can take this vibrator, Princess.” His voice drips with disdain and mockery, and you want to weep from the embarrassment. You try to free yourself but Neuvillette still has his finger looped around the chains of your cuffs. Wriothesley grabs your hips and spreads your folds, whilst Neuvillette moves to circle your nipple with his finger, and you finally twitch when the first touch of the vibrator on your clit, and you yelp. Wriothesley quickly withdraws it from you and giggles with sadistic delight, before regaining his composure and diving back in with it. This time, the tantalising pleasure of the device licking your folds with mechanical speed is constant, and you cannot stifle the moans that escape your lips. 

“Fu-fuck! Ah- Wriothesley, d-haah~ put it away! This is an- mm~ order!” You whine desperately between moans, and Neuvillette has to press your lower stomach into the bed to prevent you from escaping. Wriothesley cooes at you and narrows his pretty glacial eyes, only to squish your cheeks, lightly, but it stops you from speaking.

 “An order? From a tied up,” he increases the vibrations,“ fucked out,” once more, and you whimper, “ little mess?” With a final increase, you whine. “What gives you that jurisdiction, brat? You shouldn’t even be ordering me to clean up your messy clothes, but you still do, and you ask me to do things for you out of job requirements. I thought you preferred that, so why is it that the one time I volunteer to do what is not required of me, you protest? Hmm?” He towers over you and laughs in your face as you sob. He lets you go, but you can only whine softly. 

“Fuck you!” You weakly moan, and Wriothesley tugs on a nipple, causing you to squeal. The knot in your stomach builds once more, and you hate that with every mean name he addresses you with, it tightens. 

“Yeah? Fucking adorable. Already am, you pathetic brat. Not even at the highest setting of this toy and you’re already whining like a bitch in heat.” 

Neuvillette and you answer at the same time: “I’m n-not a b-bitch in- ah~! Heat!” Out comes your languid response. “Now, that’s no language we use for a young lady.” Neuvillette shakes his head disapprovingly, but Wriothesley rolls his eyes at him, gesturing to you. 

“What do you call this then? She’s panting.” Wriothesley spits out, and Neuvillette lightly presses on your lower stomach in what is supposed to be a comforting gesture, but makes you see stars from pleasure. 

“I call it a masterpiece. Look, she’s going on strong.” He affirms, but that is the exact moment you buckle. 

“Please, please, please turn it off! I can’t take it, I’ll cum, please! Wriothesley!” You beg, and Wriothesley crawls on top of you, his knees on each side of your hips. His glacial gaze meets yours, and you can’t look back at them. 

“Is that how you beg? You can do better. Come on, Princess. I know you can do it. In fact, here’s some incentive.” He increases the vibrations and you scream in pleasure. 

“Please! Please, Duke Wriothesley, I’m sorry, please, please stop! I can’t take it anymore, I’m so close, please!” You whine between moans, and the pressure in your lower stomach is so strong you feel your legs tremble. Feelings of desperation, humiliation and pleasure liquidise and pool at your eyes in the form of tears, which Neuvillette swipes away as they fall. Wriothesley urges you to continue, and you swallow your pride. “Please, please stop! I want to be- to be good for the both of you and not surrender- please! Please! I beg of you, Duke.” 

“Hmm, request declined.” But it’s too late. Something inside you snaps, and waves of euphoria cause you to grasp the chains that cuff your wrists together. The pleasure consumes you, your legs tremble and let out one last moan before going limp.

Wriothesley reacts first. “You stupid brat, you came without permission. You’re not allowed to do that until you surrender.” His voice goes in through one ear and out the other, because Neuvillette handles you and you find your hole being covered in a jelly like substance and stretched out once more, his violet eyes gleam with a voracity that makes him look so ethereal, he appears to be not quite human. His actions are gentle, he slowly unzips his pants and he calmly embraces you, but the veins in his arm and one side of his neck bulge with desperation. 

You look at Neuvillette desperately, “W-wait, I just came, I’m still sensitive.” 

He looks at you, still sensitive and fucked out from your orgasm, and caresses your cheek. “Although Wriothesley was slightly out of line, your disobedience requires discipline, dear.  But I’ll never be rough with you. You know what words to say if you want this to stop, Princess.” He whispers, slowly easing you onto his length. It causes you to whine and jolt, warmth blooming in your core once more, but you rest your cuffed hands on Neuvillette’s chest, the silk of his white dress shirt clenched in your fists.

“Shh, it’s okay, darling. But you have to take it, it’s a punishment after all.” He whispers in your ear, smoothing his hand through your hair before lifting you by the waist and slamming you back down. You let out a pathetic squeal, and feel Wriothesley snake his cold arms around your neck from behind. One hand holds your chin up, forcing you to look at Neuvillette.

Pink dusts his cheeks, and his high ponytail has blue strands escaping from it, framing his blushing face. He pauses bouncing you on his lap to roll up his sleeves, giving you a kiss on your forehead before picking up the pace: “There you go, Princess- ah~! You’re doing so, fuck- so well.”

His moans are higher than his baritone drawl, but they maintain the smooth lilt his speech usually has. They mix with your louder moans and pants. This dishevelled version of the usually put-together Neuvillette makes the experience seem so much more intimate, so even if you can barely think straight with the pleasure, you hold onto him for dear life. 

Wriothesley, however, had never planned to give you a moment of peace ever since Neuvillette asked him of this favour, and he lands a sharp spank on your ass. “Enjoying this a bit too much, Princess? Should have expected that from you. I know why you squirm when I lift you up to take you back to the castle after you try and escape.” Neuvillette, hearing this, angles his hips to curve his tip more upwards, and it ends up hitting you in just the right place. He continues, his own moans growing louder and breathier. Your pleasure becomes too much once more, and you cannot muster the energy to talk back to Wriothesley, who continues his assault on your behind. “Fucking look at him. What do you say to the Iudex for making you feel so good?”

You’re too busy catching your breath, but it catches in your throat when he spanks you again. “This mouth talks back all the time but the one time I ask you to use it, you don’t?” His voice is severe, and you feel him chuckle from behind. 

“Th-thank you, Monsieur N-ah~! Neuvillette!” It comes out broken and quieter than you anticipate, but Neuvillette feels himself lose control, tears building in his eyes, matching the drizzle that darkens the sky outside of your window. 

You whine at Wriothesley’s relentless spanks and tremble once more as another orgasm builds up, and Neuvillette feels you contract around him, the orgasmic waves of yours causing him to throw his head back. “Ah~ You’re close too dear, right? I’m- haah~ sorry, darling, but I can’t- can’t give you what you want.” He whines with almost the same amount of desperation as you, but pulls out, his own orgasm takes hold and he finishes on your stomach, leaving you high and dry. You whine desperately, but Neuvillette hushes you. The two of you take a second to catch your breaths, and he leans his forehead against yours. “Well done, Princess.” 

“But you’re not done yet, Princess. One last chance to surrender?” Wriothesley guides your cuffed arms around Neuvillette’s neck, allowing you to grasp onto the back of his silk shirt that now hangs off one shoulder, exposing the flesh underneath. His breathing is still rugged and deep, but somehow, the rise and fall of his chest makes you feel safe, so when he guides your head to lay against him, you don’t protest. But at the same time, you do not surrender. You shake your head, resisting the chance to finish. If you could take Neuvillette, you could take Wriothesley. That’s what you think, but as Wriothesley slides into you from behind after propping you on your knees and face resting against Neuvillette, who is slumped against the headboard, you realise how wrong you are.

Neuvillette was going easy on you on purpose, but Wriothesley graces you with punishing thrusts that leave you reeling so hard your moans become silent and only whimpers escape your throat. He finds your sweet spot and hits it at a fast pace, perhaps not going in all the way as Neuvillette did, but his speed much higher. His hips stutter, but his rhythm is consistent otherwise. Although the sensitivity from the previous orgasm has died down, this pleasure is hard to comprehend, so when Neuvillette finds the vibrator under the covers and you hear it vibrate, you begin to squirm once more. 

“No, no, no. You’re fucking taking this, Princess. You needed to be shut up, this was inevitable, so why not enjoy it, hmm? Why not let yourself become a pathetic little mess and maybe we can let you feel even better than you do now?” 

“I’m- I’m not surrendering!” You choke out, and Neuvillette rubs the vibrator across your nipples, dipping downwards to your clit, causing you to break out into goosebumps and quivers. 

“You’re not, dear? That’s great to hear, you’re doing such a good job, I’m so proud of you.” Neuvillette praises, and you cringe when you feel yourself flutter around Wriothesley, practically hearing shit eating grin. 

“Aww, Iudex, they like it when you praise them. Just felt them tighten.” He grunts, holding you up by the hips and thrusting into you rapidly. 

“Do you, now?” Neuvillette teases, kissing the crown of your forehead when you sob in humiliation and pleasure. “Then, darling, you’re doing so well, but you would do better to surrender, hmm?” He whispers, slowly palming at your chest. “Just let us make you feel good, you’re going to be our Princess from now on, okay?” 

“N-no! I won’t g-give- ah~! Give up!” You whine, and Wriothesley feels his own orgasm building. You can tell by the way he slows down and the way his groans become deeper. He hugs you close to him and kisses you down your spine as he gets closer, and you try and buck your hips to chase your own orgasm but he holds you so tight, you cannot move. 

“Well- fucking done, brat.” Wriothesley moans into your ear as you feel liquid stain your behind. He pulls out just before finishing and sighs in relief. Neuvillette takes your cuffed arms and ducks under them to allow himself to remove his arms around your neck and walks towards his briefcase. He takes out a blindfold and what seems to be a collar, and you feel your heart sink into your stomach, where it pulsates from adrenaline and want. You can’t want more, they’re breaking your defences down and you’ve already forfeited most of your pride when begging Wriothesley, but when Neuvillette praises you for enduring thus far, how can you refuse? Might as well enjoy the pleasure the two give you. Especially now that your blacked out vision enhances the sensation of Neuvillette’s tip tapping against your lips. Wriothesley runs his hand down your back, kissing and licking the flesh hungrily. The pleasure of the vibrator remains on your clit, and you beg and plead, but the two continue to toy with you and your senses, this lesson in etiquette seemingly never ending…

…Neuvillette and Wriothesley have you bent over the bed, with Neuvillette eating you out and Wriothesley sucking your clit, and it snaps. You really can’t take anymore of the edging. The blindfold increases your sensitivity by tenfold and you grip the sheets. “I- I surrender! Please let me cum, please!” You beg, and once you look back, you’re met with the vibrant, violet gaze of your royal tutor, and the jeer of your bodyguard. You feel yourself being flipped over for the nth time, and the two ravage you. Neuvillette, with his feather light touches, and Wriothesley, who targets the spots that make you keel in pleasure. 

Truly, you didn’t think the lesson was over yet, did you..? 

[bellewintersroe]

Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter! Reader Smut

I had to write a part 2 to this, how could I not, especially with the news of Daniels return to F1 I am SO excited. She hears the news of Daniels return to the F1 grid, and decides to congratulate him in more way that one…

Smut 18+ below the cut, sexting, graphic details of masturbation and Daniels inner monologue !panicking!

“Congratulations, Daniel.” She giggled when the elated Australian went around the group, sharing several hugs and kisses on the cheek to celebrate his full return to the grid with AlphaTauri. Daniels lips stretched into an even wider smile when he saw the petite girl standing ahead of him. “Thank you.” He exhaled, moving in for a hug. The last time they touched was two days ago, in the changing room where the pair had sex.

The butterflies when they touched was a mutual feeling, and when she offered him a small smirk, Daniel was worried he’d get hard. His hand pressed to the small of her back, his warmth engulfing her as the two shared a quick hug.

“I’m so happy for you.” He gulped as her hand slid down his clothed back. Daniel felt weak under her touch, like he would implode, when she was around the guilt was non existent, however when the next person to congratulate him was her father- Daniel was red in the face from their dirty, little secret.

She watched him, glancing back to her every now and then, his cheeks pricking with a pink colour. Maybe that could be down to the whole excitement of the day, but deep down y/n knew exactly what the cause was. Later that evening, Daniel was alone in his apartment. The excitement from the day had tired him out, and it was nearing 1AM, and he was still awake. The glow from the TV was the only thing distracting him as he watched it absentmindedly. A blonde girl came on the TV, and somehow, that was the thing that caused y/n to pop into his mind. How beautiful she looked today, how her eyes glowed when she told him how happy she was for him. Danny let out a groan, rubbing his face. No, no, no. It was so wrong but it felt so right.

The thought of her hands wrapped around his hard cock, the way she moaned like some kinda fucking Angel. Daniel was hooked, the idea of her perfect tits and all the things he wanted to do with them- how he could stare at her beauty all day long. He sighed, feeling the guilt bubble up as he unlocked his phone, going onto her Instagram. She was so radiant, so youthful and full of life- such a happy girl, Daniel immediately locked his phone and tried to rid the sinful thoughts from his mind. Ten minutes passed and with no avail, Daniel was now in an even worse situation, his dick hard and poking against the waistband of his pants. “Fuck.” He cursed, glancing down to his throbbing member. Why now? Why couldn’t he just go to sleep? This obsession would only get the both of them into trouble. Daniel curled his toes as he adjusted himself in his pants, the slight movement grazing over his sensitive head.

Swiping back onto his phone, he clicked on her contact, staring longingly at their last texts. Nothing bad, just her wishing him a happy birthday, and he thanked her in return. His thumb grazed over to her picture, one of her smiling shyly as he playfully snapped a picture when he got her details. She looked a breath taking level of beautiful, so much so it hurt Daniel, his cock tensing as he let out an inward moan. Nobody would know… nobody would know if he just relieved himself… his hand wandered down to his cock, squeezing as a small sense of relief washed through him. The first feelings of guilt were clouded by the horny Australian as he rubbed himself through his tight underwear. A slight damp patch where he’d been leaking pre-cum dampened the black material and he inwardly moaned again remembering how she licked and sucked it off him. Her warm fucking mouth wrapped around him… pretty, glossy lips coated in spit and pre-cum, Daniel remembered it all too vividly and that was enough for him to start pumping himself through his boxers. He closed his eyes, remembering the pretty moans and gasps of his names. He wanted her below him more than anything. God, he was desperate.

An accidental click of the keyboard made Daniel give up and punch out a message.

Are you awake?

He was nervous when the message sent, the only comfort being that she was probably asleep and Daniel could play the message off in the morning as nothing. The other half of Daniel was mentally praying that she was awake, even one simple reply would leave him a happy man. The secrecy and dark of the night added an extra blanket of covertness to their love affair, Daniel felt semi-safe, and any guilt he had was long gone. Aroused from her lazy state, the harsh buzz and notification of y/n’s phone caused her to jump, startled. She took a deep breath, waking up from her half conscious state and grabbing her phone from the bed side cabinet. It was 2AM, and a text from Daniel lit up her phone. If she wasn’t fully awake before, she definitely was now.

Her fingers lingered over the key pad, typing back her response in confusion. Yeah, I am, why?

Are you ok?

Laying back down, she kept her phone in her hands, swiping off the chat when Daniel read the text almost instantly. His hand slipped off his bulge, lingering his thumbs over the keypad. “Alright, alright…” He whispered to himself, feeling his heart racing a million miles an hour. Should he be straight forwards? Or hint? Daniel didn’t want to creep her out. I’m okay

He sent back first of all, questioning what the hell to say next. I hope I didn’t wake you, I just wanted to talk to you

He was surprised to see her texting back immediately, questioning if she’d understand what he was about to infer.

It’s okay I was awake, what’s up? “Fuck it.” Daniel cursed, bucking his hips slightly, frustrated from the loss of contact as he punched out his message. I can’t stop thinking about you can’t stop thinking about the other day She felt her lips curl in an amused smile. He wanted to ‘talk’ did he? She saw right through him immediately. Why else would somebody be messaging at 2am? She would continue to tease him for the next few minutes, playing at a little game that drove Daniel crazy. Oh yeah? What about it exactly?

you know what

Tell me daniel, I wanna hear it

The way you got down on your knees for me, how fucking good you looked when I fucked you, I need it again She was momentarily stunned at his words, reading it over and over again as his words went straight down to her pussy. Her fingers rubbed over the clothed slit, teasing to delay the sexual gratification for as long as possible.

you can have me anytime you want, you know you can fuck I need you now though Daniel groaned at her words, hand sliding under his boxers now as his warm hand curled around his cock. It felt nothing like her hand, how big he felt when she held him. He started pumping a steady rhythm, hoping she was doing the same. Obviously, she was. Her hand moved back up to text him again.

Prove it It had been a long time since Daniel had sexted. Truthfully, he never did it that often, but the rush it gave him was unlike nothing else. It built a desire deep within him, burning a fire in his lower abdomen as he stared back to the text, halting his movements. He for some reason felt shy, the thought of sending her a video made him oddly nervous, even if she’d seen it all before.

She sat in bed, waiting patiently for his response, it seemed to take him a few moments, and for a couple seconds she wasn’t sure if he’d actually ‘prove it’. When a video did send through minutes later, her eyes widened in excitement.

The video was around 10 seconds long, he stroked his cock up and down, filming with the flash on, she could see absolutely everything she wanted, the way his legs jolted slightly, and when she turned the volume up she almost moaned hearing his heavy breaths whenever he tugged on his cock.

your turn - he’d sent a message with the video, she went back one more time, her fingers dancing over her nipple and down into her underwear with a slight hum. She began following his pace, not too slow but not too fast, leaning back against the bed with a sigh as she listened to Daniel pleasuring himself.

What followed was then a video angled to show her breasts, stopping just below where her fingers had dipped down into her underwear. She licked her fingers before trailing them over her sensitive nipples, pinching and letting out a sigh before her fingers disappeared out of camera view. Daniels hand worked harder, fist tightening around his phone as he typed back with one hand.

You can’t tease me like that not now

The two of them continued sending explicit videos and graphic texts back to one another, she’d never admit to it, but he made her cum wayyy too quickly. Daniels eyes were glued to his phone screen at the video of her spreading her legs, pussy on show as she teased the sensitive clit, her wetness apparent from the lewd noises. His fist automatically worked faster, harder, moaning her name as he grunted with each thrust. His hips were bouncing up to meet his hand and he was quick to press record to catch his orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum for ya’.” Daniel was breathless as he jerked at an overwhelmingly fast rate. She wanted him to fuck him with that kind of speed, or at least be there to watch him wanking himself off whilst she begged on her knees for him.

“Fuck!” The Australian borderline whined, the sound of his skin slapping as he pumped himself once, twice, three times before the coil in his belly exploded and Daniel was cumming all over his hand, thighs and toned stomach. “I’m cumming-“ he barely got to warn before a heavy groan left his mouth. “Fuck, baby…” he vocally whispered, pumping himself through his sensitivity slowly with the sexiest, drawn out moans she’d ever heard a man make.

She squeezed her tits together, holding them with her fingers sprawled, sending him a direct picture of that and her pussy, legs still wide. next time I want that cum all over me

Daniel was positive that he’d make her request come true. It took a few more moments of soft flirting before he cleaned himself up. Once he’d finished there was an odd sense of loneliness. In more way than one did Daniel wish she was there with him, he craved her body, not only sexually, but the urge to hold her small body close to his was rampant on his mind.

Fuck… the sex was wrong enough, now he was gaining real feelings?!

[specialagentlokitty]

Aizawa x reader - seeing you

A/N: thanks to @nyxiethesimp for the help and fuelling my Aizawa obsession 😌💜

Sitting in the windowsill, you ran your fingers along the braille of the book you were reading, a little smile on your face.

The apartment was quiet, and you were enjoying some much needed relaxation in the warm glow of the evening sun through the window.

That’s how Aizawa found you, most evenings you would be sat up there reading and he never really understood why you enjoyed sitting there so much, but he made it a comfortable spot if you with cushions and blankets, and the couch was just below.

Walking over, he sat down the the couch and you turned your eyes towards him, reaching out with your hand you gently placed it on his head, running your fingers through your hair.

“How was it?” You asked.

“Exhausting.” He sighed.

“You’re not staying in the dorms tonight?”

You felt him shake his head, and he tilted it back so he was able to look at you.

Taking your hand he held it to his forehead, letting out another small sigh.

“No, All Might has that covered, said I can spent the weekend at the teachers dorms with you, but I still need to go there during the day to help keep an eye on them.”

He sounded annoyed which made you laugh a little bit.

Setting your book on the couch, you swung your legs down next to him, sitting down after turning in his direction.

You couldn’t really see him, he knew that, all you could see was a thermal imagine of him, as you had described before he was basically just a silhouette of red, yellow and orange to you.

He loved how your eyes looked though, a gentle gold colour, and the brighter it was the darker they were, the darker it was the brighter they were, almost combatting the light so you could still see.

Right now they were a honey colour, and he rested his head on the back of the couch as he just stared at you.

“I know you’re staring.” You whispered.

“No you don’t.”

You grinned a little bit.

“Yeah, you’re right, I didn’t. Now I do.”

“Be quiet.” He huffed.

You laughed softly, and you held your arms out, waiting for him to adjust how he was sat and lay down with his head in your lap.

You placed your hands on the side of his face and leant down, and he lent up to meet you halfway in a gentle kiss.

Pulling away, you gently messaged his temples for him, working out all the stress of the day.

“Have you been inside all day?” He asked.

You nodded.

“Yeah, there wasn’t really much to do today, and I didn’t have to teach any classes, though some of your students did come asking for me to explain rescue missions to them.”

“Did you?”

“Of course, I’m not mean you know.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“Alright, if that’s how we’re playing it I won’t do this anymore and you can suffer through the stress.” You taunted.

You quickly stood up, going to walking away but he was quicker, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back into his lap, wrapping an arm around your waist.

You grinned a little when you felt him burying his face into the crook of your neck.

You didn’t say anything, you just took his free hand, lacing your fingers with his as you sat there peacefully.

You knew he had fallen asleep like that when his hand fell a little from around your waist, and you gave a little laugh, nudging his head a little with your shoulder.

“Shota wake up, come on.”

He grumbled something you couldn’t quite understand.

“Shota, you’ll get hurt sleeping like this, come on.”

He moved his head and stood up, and you held your hand out to him, letting him take it so you could lead him through to the bedroom.

Sitting him on the end of the bed, you stood in front of him, and he looked up at you.

“Go to sleep, I’ll start cooking.”

“Take a nap with me.” He said.

You laughed.

“Alright, I won’t say no to that.”

You walked around to your side of the bed and laid down, holding your arm out to him so he could shuffled over.

Aizawa tucked his head under your chin, and you softly gripped the fabric of his shirt as you closed your eyes.

It didn’t take long for either of you to fall asleep, but while you stayed asleep, when the sound of someone knocking resounded through the place Aizawa woke up.

He untangled himself from you, covered you with the quilt so you wouldn’t get cold and walked towards the door while tying his hair up.

“This better be important.” He huffed.

When you eventually woke up you noticed the empty spot on the bed, and judging by the fact it was mostly a shade of blue now it had been empty for a while.

Getting up, you walked to the kitchen.

“Shota?”

There was no response and you frowned.

Making your way back towards the front door, you you slipped your shoes one, grabbed your jacket and left, heading downstairs where a few other teachers were.

You made your way over, looking at each one of them until you recognised the silhouette of your friend.

“Mic?” You called.

He looked over to you.

“Therma! Our favourite rescue hero, what’s up yo?”

You laughed a little bit.

“You know where Aizawa went?”

“Yeah! Some trouble at 1-As dorm, he had to go sort it out before things got out of hand!”

You nodded your head, making your way outside and down the path.

It was dark, so it wasn’t hard to recognise the heat signatures coming from the dorms, and you noticed one coming towards you.

“What’re you doing out this late? Call out?”

“Oh, power loader, hey, no, I’m looking for Aizawa, apparently he’s at his classes dorms, do you think maybe you could help me get to the right one?”

“Yeah, of course.”

The other hero turned around to walk in line with you, both of you talking about work as you wondered, and after a few minutes you finally stopped.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

With that he left, and you knocked on their door before entering, looking around.

“Oh? Can we help you (Y/N)?” Mina asked a little confused.

“Looking for your home room teacher.”

“He’s gone back I think.”

You let out a slight groan, and turned back around, offered them a wave as you left their dorm, making your way back to the teachers dorm.

You were pretty close when you saw someone walking ahead of you, and you began to jog over.

Aizawa heard the sound of you jogging, he didn’t know you were awake or looking for him so at the noise of somebody approaching him he spun around, activating his quirk.

When your vision suddenly went from thermal to normal, you let out a confused yell, slapping a hand over your eyes.

Aizawa quickly walked over, taking your hand carefully from your eyes, placing a hand on the side of your face.

“Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”

You looked at him, and you let out a small breath.

“Do it again…” you whispered.

“What?”

Now he was just confused.

“Do it again.. please…”

Aizawa took you inside, back to your shared space in the teachers dorms, and he sat you down on the couch.

Crouching down, he rested his arms on your knees.

“What do you mean do it again?”

“I.. I think you cancelled my quirk…”

“Is that possible?”

“I.. I think so, Shota please I haven’t seen things normally in so long… I haven’t seen you…”

You reached out, carefully placing your hands on the side of his face.

“Please…”

“I don’t know if it’s safe.”

“Shota please…. Take it away again so I can see you…”

He sighed, slowly standing up, pausing so he could kiss your forehead before he stepped away, saying he was going to make dinner.

You sat on the couch with a small frown.

You didn’t think it was dangerous if he took your quirk away, neither of you had thought to try it before, he didn’t just want to erase your quirk and you had never asked him, not until now.

He wanted to make you happy and erase it, see if it worked and if you would be able to see the world as it was.

At the same time he didn’t want to do it because if he did, and you looked at him, messy hair, scar on his face, he hadn’t shaved for at least a week, wearing his baggy hero costume he was worried maybe you’d think he wasn’t like you thought.

He was worried you’d want someone better than him, he struggled as it was with showing affection to you, and he’d come a long way since the start of the relationship, but he still had his doubts.

You were too good for him. He always believed that.

He never brought it up again, and he was hoping you wouldn’t, but he could tell you thought about it, so after another week he finally sat you down.

He crouched down in front of you, resting his arms on his legs with a sigh.

“Close your eyes.”

You nodded, doing as he said.

“Alright.”

You opened your eyes, and immediately you noticed how bright everything was, full of different colours, but your eyes were locked on his red ones.

He was pale, his hair was floating upwards, a deep black, he was wearing a white shirt and a black tie, and you could see the scar on his face, just under his eye.

He realised his quirk, rubbing his eyes and your went back to normal.

He stood up, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he turned away from you, you didn’t say anything, was that a bad thing?

“I can’t hold it longer, sorry…” he mumbled.

He began to leave the room.

“You’re so beautiful…” you whispered.

Aizawa stopped, keeping his face away from you forgetting you couldn’t read his expression.

“Be quiet…” he mumbled.

With that he quickly left the room, and you smiled, your thoughts completely focused on that one pure clear image of him.

You kept asking him to erase your quirk so you could see him, and eventually you both went to power loader to get him to help make something.

Which took a few months to finalise the details and he did the paperwork for you, and finally you had the procedure to have it done.

Recovery took a while, but tonight you were allowed to remove the bandages from your eyes, and Aizawa was stood in front of you.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

You nodded, letting him unwrap the bandages.

He looked at the small device attached to your temple, and he made sure it was set to the right setting.

They had managed to make a device that was connected to your eyes, meaning you could hopefully control your quirk now.

“You can open your eyes whenever you’re ready.”

You took a deep breath, slowly opening your eyes, and there he was again, dark eyes, hair tied up, he’d shaved, dressed up nicely in a suit.

You smiled brightly, reaching a hand up to the side of his face.

Aizawa noticed your eyes had changed to (E/C), and he smiled a little which made you smile even more.

“You made yourself look so handsome for me…?” You whispered.

“I wanted to make a good impression…” he mumbled out.

He averted his gaze awkwardly, and you reached behind him, pulling his hair down.

Then you moved your hands to his tie, undoing it, carefully taking it from around his head and he looked at him confused.

Did you not like it?

You set his tie aside, and placed your hands on the side of his face, leaning up to kiss him before dropping yourself back down.

“No matter how you dress, or how often you shave, hair up or down, you’re still the most beautiful person I’ll ever see Shota…”

“Can’t say that when you haven’t seen other people it doesn’t make sense…” he mumbled.

You gave a small shrug.

“You’re right, it doesn’t. But I love you, so you’ll always be my favourite person to look at.”

He gave you a little smile, leaning down to capture you in another kiss.

When he broke away you went to go look at everything, leaving him to change back into some caudal clothes but he noticed you would come back every so often to look at him.

When he woke up the following morning you were gazing at him with soft eyes, a smile on your face.

You looked at him so softly, so lovingly as if he was without imperfection, and it was the same way he looked back at you.

Even when you weren’t together sometimes you would seek him out just to sit there and watch him, even if he did keep telling you that you saw him every day.

You just couldn’t get enough of looking at him.

He was sitting in the office of UA with you sat at your desk, head resting on your hand as you admired him.

“Are you ever going to stop?” He asked.

“No, because you’re absolutely perfect.”

You got up, walking over and placed your hands on his face, brushing some of his hair out of the way.

“My Shota…” you whispered.

He awkwardly looked away, but he did whisper under his breath that he loved you.

It wasn’t loud, but you heard it and you grinned a little bit as you walked back over to your desk to do some work.

This time it was his turn to just sit there and look at you, admire you and how perfect you were

[chocochipsushi]

𝐎𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬!

SFW

🌸Word count: 713 words

🌸AU: Toji x clumsy bimbo reader (part 2)

🌸A/N: I got inspiration for this scenario from tiktok (again lol) and thought it was so cute I needed to write it out.

<< Part 1

You are walking towards the workshop where you see Toji towering over a timid-looking man staring up at him. Your lips stretch into a wide grin as your hold on the strings of some helium balloons tighten in excitement. 

It is Toji’s birthday and you bought a present and a bunch of balloons to surprise him with. You wonder if he will like them. He decorated your room filled with pink and red balloons on your birthday this year so you wanted to do the same for him, but with black and white balloons since those are pretty much the only colours he wears. 

You see the man he is talking to flinch and cower when Toji reaches out to tap his cheek scarily, almost condescendingly. Deciding that this would be the best time to announce your presence, you prepare yourself as you adjust the black box under your arm and the balloons in your hand. 

Except, when you were rearranging the balloons in your hand, the gift box slips so you try to clamp your arm down on it. In the midst of doing so, your fingers loosen around the strings and the helium balloons are carried away by the wind. 

You stand there in shock for a second, just staring at the floating balloons before trying to jump and catch them fruitlessly. Your heart starts pounding with anxiety. 

“Toji!!!” you call out instinctively. Your boyfriend can solve everything. You glance at Toji, who has his hand stationary in the hair of his mechanic, his head turned to you. “Toji!” you cry out again, feeling increasingly more helpless and useless now. 

Immediately, he pushes the man’s head away roughly and strides over to you. He glances up in the sky when he sees you staring upwards. 

“I got you balloons because it was your birthday and they flew away!” you whine, feeling tears spring to your eyes just as you voice out what had happened. 

“Aw, baby, thank you,” Toji coos, quickly placing a hand on the back of your head to hug you to his chest even though your head is still turned to look at the escaping balloons. 

“Toji…” you sob as you watch your gift float away. 

He turns your chin gently so you are facing him, and he notices your tear stained cheeks. “Princess. Why are you crying?”

“Because! The balloons flew away!”

He looks up again to follow your finger pointing at the helium balloons. It is a good thing that it is not even evening yet so the black and white dots are still visible in the sky. 

“It’s okay. I can see them.” You only cry more at his pacifying tone. He cups your face in his huge, rough hands. “Oh, baby. I can see the balloons! Thank you.” Toji leans down to kiss you on your warm lips but it only makes you sob harder. Your boyfriend pulls you into him and engulfs in a tight hug. “Oh, Princess…” he coos into your hair. “We can buy more balloons.”

You wrap your arms weakly around his sturdy frame and cry into his chest. “I’m so stupid, Toji…” 

He kisses your crown and pulls back slightly. “You’re a sweet little thing, that’s what you are.” He wipes your cheeks with the back of his hands. He glances down at the bulky thing in your arm. “You got me another present?”

“Yeah…” You sniffle and hold it out to him. 

Toji takes it as he undoes the neatly tied ribbon and opens up the box. He sees a pair of black leather gloves. He takes them out and looks at you inquisitively. 

“The weather’s cold now so you need something to warm your hands while you’re riding,” you murmur thickly with a pout, still upset. 

His scarred lips tip into a smile. Putting the gloves back into the box, he holds your face again with his warm palms and leans down to drop a gentle kiss on your nose, then your lips. 

“You’re the sweetest. Thank you, Princess. For the gloves and the balloons.”

“Oh, the balloons!” you start crying, now reminded of it again. 

Toji lets out a defeated chuckle. To him, you’re a cute little mess he never wants to stop cleaning up after.

-

© chocochipsushi 2024 all works are mine, please do not rewrite/plagiarise

[lokisgoodgirl]

Bow to Me [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (15) Reveals and eroticism are rife at Stark's Renaissance Faire. (w/c 4.2k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smuttish. Language.

The veil fastened to your forehead by a simple gold band billowed around your shoulders. Heavy skirts fluttered around your ankles, an approaching banner of war. Thor’s eyes grew wide with alarm, seeing your determined stride through a maze of colourful bunting. There would be no escape this time. He threw a fresh candy apple to the side mid-bite, taking off with a comical run to the nearest high topped tent. It was thirty minutes into Stark’s annual family fun-day. The theme this year? Renaissance Faire. And you were already prepared to go medieval on pretty much everybody in attendance.

Several wide-eyed children looked up at you in awe as you strode between them, the heavy folds of your skirts swishing purposefully on your way to confront the cowardly god. “Fhor is afwaid of her.” one of the children lisped, to a chorus of hushed woww’s that followed you like a breeze. You smirked, lifting the luxurious panel of the costume tent to reveal a cowering Thor trying frantically to conceal himself with ye olde dust sheet. “Desist, woman!” he whined dramatically, stretching out a hand with the sheet hanging limply, the other shielding his eyes. “Do not tempt me with your corseted bosom and coquettish wiles, I beg of you. You know not what you do!" You folded your arms, trying not to laugh. “I’m not trying to make you break the Oath of Most Ass-yoor-red Recompense, idiot - your dick is safe as far as I’m concerned.” you said, watching Thor’s eye squint between parted fingers. “You know of this?” he mumbled warily. “Oh, I know of this.” you smirked. His arms fell to his sides, a look of bamboozled relief on his face. “Thank the gods.” he murmured. “I thought for sure when I saw your fiery demeanour out yonder that you had finally come to your senses and decided you must have me.” he looked at you with sudden panic. “Not that I would-I wouldn’t...oh, do not tell my broth-” You raised a hand, his words fumbling to a merciful stop. “I need to ask you something.” you said slowly, hoping he could sense the need for some semblance of sincerity. Thor's brow furrowed. “Loki said I needed to speak to you, it’s weird – so, well he can see...he says- um, flashes of things in my head and I wondered…” you trailed off, feeling suddenly foolish under Thor’s blank stare. “Go on.” he gestured expectantly, arms folded. His brows were raised, as if you had said nothing of any note at all. It was your turn to frown. “Well, what the fuck is up with that? It’s rude.” you snapped. Thor chuckled. “You are in love with him. Obviously.” he scoffed, turning over his shoulder to glance at himself in the mirror. He smoothed a rogue blonde strand, pouting. “Why do people keep saying that?” you huffed, brushing the front of your dress as heat rose in your cheeks. “Everyone knows I can’t stand him so I don’t know why you’re both obsessed with-”

“Mother used to do it to me all the time…” he continued, ignoring you as he re-adjusted the short velvet cape clasped to his shoulders. He had dressed as a king for today’s festivities. Because of course he had.

“I understand your misgivings. It is rather inconvenient. For instance, if you wish to conceal that it was you who mistakenly defecated in the pantry and your mother asks you who defecated in the pantry and you are trying to think of anything but defac-” “-OK, Thor.” you cut him off with a snap, heart thundering. “...But in my defence” he continued unwaveringly, straightening his garish plastic crown. “I was a mere five hundred at the time. Just discovered ale, you see.” he said, turning with an innocent grin which faltered when he saw your steely stare. You frowned as Thor cleared his throat. “Even you mortals have an innate barrier to the invasive sight of others, something you enact as easily as breathing.” he said, traces of mirth ebbing. “When a person feels love, that barrier falters – and recipients of that love who are gifted with magic can, you know...” “See into their thoughts?” you finished. Thor shook his head. “Read their emotions, things that make them feel. Like empathy, as overrated as is it. Or guilt – such as the guilt one may feel over allegedly defecating in a pantry.” You rolled your eyes. “Well it’s bullshit. I can’t love him – he’s awful.” Thor nodded sagely, straightening his velvet tunic. “My brother likely shares your disquiet, in all honesty.” he muttered, adjusting his crown. “In truth, I thought he would be more unbearable when this eventually happened, but he has maintained a surprising amount of decorum. You should thank him.” “Thank him?!" you snorted incredulously. "I don’t think so.” Thor preened, as moments passed in silence. “Wait…” you said slowly. “He’s never been able to do this before?” Thor shrugged, swishing his cape theatrically across his chest. He looked at you blankly as your eyes widened in disbelief. “You mean...no one’s ever loved him? How is that possible?” you whispered, hearing Thor chuckle. “You speak of love often for someone who is not, in fact, in love.” he said, raising a bushy eyebrow. “In answer to your question...those who may have developed those feelings for him became...distracted.” Thor shuffled on his feet, gaze drawn back to himself in the mirror. “Distracted?” you murmured curiously. “Yes.” he replied. “By me. An unfortunate consequence of being the unquestionable biological jewel of the family, one cannot blame them really.” You suddenly remembered the conversation which sparked their sword-fight in the training hall last month. ‘Since when did you respect the Covenant of the First Seed, brother?’ Loki had spat with fire. You remembered the casual indifference painted on Thor’s brow, radiating a confidence that was severely lacking in his present state. ‘I see not how it is my fault that you could not satisfy your lovers, Loki.’ the blonde in front of you had said. “You fucked his girlfriends? Thor, that’s sick.” you hissed, shaking your head. Thor chuckled again. “They came to me, my Lady. In their glances across the dining hall with red jewels in their hair. Flashing garters a deep shade of maroon that would make Borr himself weak. The Ordinance of the Colours is no trifle. You know yourself the power of my seductive prowess. How could they resist?”

You grimaced. “Well, I did.” you sniped, folding your arms. “Yes…” Thor conceded thoughtfully, before flicking his hair back. “But you are also in love with my brother so your unnatural tastes cannot be accounted for.”

Your mind was suddenly flooded with memories of the rage in Loki’s hands and teeth as he tore the red dress from your body the night of the shareholders party. The venom in his eyes as he watched it explode in the air in a burst of green light. The way his stare hardened at the sight of your cleavage cupped in crimson lingerie, the ancient sword conjured as deathly sharp as his cheekbones to set his brother away from you. It wasn’t Asgardian bullshit. It was more than that. And for the first time, you felt something stronger than anger. Guilt. You swallowed, chin raised defiantly as Thor’s smug gaze trawled your features. It wasn’t often he found himself on the stronger side of a debate. You ran a finger nonchalantly along a rail of cloaks hanging to your side, before inspecting the tip for non-existent dust. “Not that he does but I mean theoretically if he loved me, just you know...out of interest...I should be able to hear his thoughts, right?” “No.” Thor scoffed disbelievingly. “That is a ridiculous notion. You are not gifted.” “Right.” you said, lips hardening in a tight line. Thor sighed theatrically. “If it alleviates your malaise, I have never seen him show so much hostility towards someone he has not slaughtered moments later.” “Why would that alleviate my malaise?” you sneered, feeling your stomach flutter. “And I don’t have ‘malaise’ for god’s sake” you spat, unconvincingly, fidgeting with the loose belt at your waist. “Its not like I want him to love me I was just you know, checking.” Thor looked up coyly beneath pale lashes, a smug glint in his eye that he had doubtless learned from his infuriating brother. “My lady, if my observation does not betray his heart, then truly I do not know what does.” You stared at him mutely. He sighed again. “It is nuanced, I grant you. My brother is a frustrating creature. Believe me, I empathise.” He turned back to the mirror, admiring himself. “Rogers gave me a book this yuletide, regarding your 'Love Languages' by some alleged scholar or other. Well, my brother’s love language is... hostility.” he announced, pleased with his assessment. You rolled your eyes, fully aware the butterflies in your stomach had become a flock of sparrows. “Did you read the book?” you said flatly, hoping Thor didn’t catch the twitch of your jaw as you tried to contain the twist of nerves in your chest. “Well, no.” he said incredulously, face softening before he gave a knowing wink. “But that does not mean I am wrong.” You heard the quick succession of approaching footsteps outside the tent. “Thor! Come!” a familiar voice roared, thick and rich. “Preparations for the joust are a disaster. They intend to use horses, of all things – allegedly there are no flighting moose...on Midga-” Loki bristled, one arm frozen in drawing back the tent’s curtain.

Thor straightened the lapel of his obscenely luxurious padded tunic, tilting his toy crown askew. “What think you of my regalia, brother?” he drawled regally, spreading his hands wide to the sides. “I think there cannot be two kings.” Loki snarled bitterly, resting a hand on the hilt of a sword slung by his hip. A dull one, you hoped.

He too was dressed in costumed finery; a lapel of ermine cupping his chin above a perfectly fitted tunic of such rich green it was almost black. An ornate golden chain hung in a semi-circle around his shoulders, making a crescent on his broad chest. You ran your eyes down his long body, a pair of pale hose snug to his endlessly muscled legs. He was positively poured into them, the opaque fabric smoothing the raw animalistic power hidden beneath their cover. They ran down to a ridiculous pair of heeled, buckled shoes. Green, naturally. Loki shifted his stance, feet pointed to the exit. You watched the bulge of his thighs ripple, femurs outlined exquisite against the sinful tights which clung to carved limbs like a second skin. Your eyes lingered on his bulge, the lower curve just visible beneath the hem of the tunic. Saliva evaporated on your tongue. You tried to swallow - begging yourself to forget every historical sex scene you had ever rewound as your fingers pulsed on your clit. The god’s hair fell in luscious waves, set against the white fur tucked beneath his jaw like black paint on snow. He was beautiful. And he too, was wearing a crown. Because of course he was. “You are correct brother, there cannot be two kings at this revelry – but by a happy accident I only see one present.” Thor winked at you again. Loki’s eyes narrowed. “Is that a flirtation I observe, brother?” Thor paled. “No, he’s fine.” you said quickly, feeling your cheeks heat beneath Loki’s glare. He hadn’t spoken a word to you since your last tense encounter in the Snack Shack six days ago, every raise of your hand during meetings causing a mighty roll of his eyes akin to the old days. The weight of your interrupted conversation hung heavily in the air. Wafting like cigar smoke. Stifling.

Suddenly Thor barged towards his brother and turned sideways to exit the tent, the width of his ridiculous puffed sleeves causing him to shuffle awkwardly past his stoic sibling. Loki shot you a cold glare, nodding expectantly towards the exit for you to follow him. You sauntered casually towards the gap, taking no mind of the smouldering gaze rolling appraisingly over your medieval dress like treacle. Loki held the curtain of the tent high, his arm stoically positioned above your head as you finally felt the waft of a fresh breeze on your heated cheeks. “Agent.” he murmured in unnecessary greeting as you passed, making you pause. The scent of him invaded alongside the breath you didn’t know you had been holding. Wood smoked leather and dusky sandalwood. Pine. It clung to his onyx curls; hanging like a un-repentant traitor on every stitch of gold thread wound into the tight tunic snug against his torso. You could feel his eyeline trail down the valley of your cleavage as easily as if it was his tongue. “You’ve been ignoring me.” you said quietly, eyes fixed on Thor standing ahead; hoisting up his hoes with an exaggerated squat. People were staring. “Have I, Agent?” Loki purred, craning down from his position. His lips grazed the tip of your cheekbone as he spoke. Was he smelling your hair? “I didn’t think you would notice. Considering how little you think of our interactions.” he murmured. You could hear a snarl behind his teeth, barely masked venom blossoming on the cusp of each word like brewing tea.

You tilted your chin, the space between two pairs of parted lips excruciatingly small. Raising your eyes to meet his, you found no warmth there. No playfulness. Not today. And to be honest, after what Thor had told you, you didn’t blame him. Loki’s eyes narrowed, readjusting his grip on the fabric panel held aside above your head. “If you have nothing further to say, Agent…” he sneered sarcastically against your ear. His body curved away from you, ensuring that not a single part of his achingly erotic form touched yours. Loki’s haughty condescension sliced through the melting desire in your core, a weirdly comforting irritation usurping it. The thick golden chain hanging against his collarbone glinted in the afternoon sun, vying for your attention. Self-centred, presumptive arsehole, you flamed, feeling renewed warmth seep across your skin. Does he expect me to tell him I fucking ‘love’ him while his brother is rummaging around his crotch twenty feet away? Your gaze locked onto the sight of Thor’s face twisted in confusion as he tried to arrange himself covertly beneath the hose. Loki’s conceited confidence made you boil, a confusion of emotions competing in your addled brain making you feel nauseous. “You’re wrong.” you managed to say, voice strained. Loki chuckled mirthlessly beside you. “We’ll see.” he replied ominously, as you began to walk forward. You didn’t know why you had stopped in the first place. The chiffon headdress fluttered around your chin. Now that the adrenaline of searching for Thor had dissipated, you could finally take in the surroundings of Stark’s much anticipated event. A calculated distraction, you would admit. Swathes of bygone-era dressed guests moved in groups from stall to stall. The faint pluck of a lute troupe audible over the buzz of the crowd, humming like birds in the rustling waves of trees surrounding the clearing. Stationary wagons holding every manner of historical food and beverage you could think of were dotted about. Tony had really spunked the budget this year. Silently, you walked sandwiched between two simmering gods towards the only group of familiar faces; hovering by the food carts.

“What were the three of you doing in the costume tent?” Wanda said coyly, wriggling her eyebrows. You shook your head subtly. Loki frowned. “I think the better query is why Lang is sporting that counterfeit phallus.” he drawled, drawing his eyes judgementally over the protrusion from Scott’s hose-clad hips. The subject of his jibe’s eyes widened, a gargantuan roasted turkey leg covering the lower half of his face. “Wha-?” he mouthed, meat flicking into the air and hitting Nat on the forehead. Scott swallowed with difficulty, gesturing at his crotch with a free hand. “Hello?! It’s a Ren faire! Cod-pieces galore am I right? Everyone’s got em. You’ve got one for god’s sa-” He stopped mid-sentence, gaze lingering once more on the draw of Loki’s hypnotic groin outlined perfectly beneath the tights. You traced the curves of your sometime-lover’s bulge covetously, remembering the smack of the shutters against your lower back as he railed into you like a furious, feral animal; fucking for survival. God, had it only been a week? It felt like years. Loki shifted his stance, folding his arms as he widened his hips. “We both know that I do not require such auspicious modifications, Lang.” he said slowly, a smile tugging his lips as Scott’s cheeks flushed.

“Please tell me we’re not talking about Laufeyson’s ding-dong again…” Steve whined over your shoulder, making you jump. He sashed into the centre of the circle, hands folded together beneath the long brown draping of his sleeves. A wooden cross hung around his neck, a thick rope of cream tied to his waist. Gone was the shock of radiant blonde hair, and in its place a questionable skullcap complete with dark bowel-cut. Friar Rogers. You lowered your eyes to the ground, feeling your chest begin to contract with laughter. For a moment, you saw Loki’s feet shuffle closer; just a little. Steve’s blue eyes widened pleadingly, every inch a man of the cloth. “Can we please try to keep lewdness to a minim-” “-I think what Tuck Shop is trying to say is that there are children, children.” Tony chided with amusement, as he sauntered out of nowhere to take his place beside the good Friar. Deep lines on his forehead danced with barely contained mirth. Or maybe he’d just been at the mead. A resplendent crown sat jauntily on his head, a tunic of red tinselled satin and silver thread replacing his trademark t-shirt and jeans. In one hand, he held a ridiculously large steak on a stick. In the other, a tankard. He took a sip, as Steve glanced around, flinching as a juggler appeared out of nowhere and disappeared into the crowd. Tony burped, before posturing thoughtfully. “Although, I think collectively we can agree we’re all obsessed with Laufeyson’s ‘ding-dong’.” he quipped, raising an eyebrow around the circle. “I mean...it’s worth its not un-sizeable weight in free PR, for one thing.” Steve flushed an alarming shade of crimson, cut off comically at the base of his skullcap. Loki sighed with theatrical exasperation. “Stark, you declared that I was to be the King in today’s farcical proceedings.” he said petulantly, with no attempt to hide his irritation. “Did I?” Tony gasped, pressing a palm to his chest. Thor snorted. “I think not, brother.” he scoffed. “The crown should fall in direct lineage to those who are worthy. I would be willing to concede my post as King of this fete if you would but grant me your renewed Oath of Most Assured Recompense in return?” he goaded, making Loki’s jaw clench. You heard him inhale sharply- “-No more Oaths!” you snapped, making both brothers jump. “This is ridiculous. You can both be kings, no one cares.” There were murmurs of agreement from the rest of the group. Tony raised his hand incredulously while Loki and Thor let out a simultaneous derisive snort. “Both?!” the blonde boomed, shaking his head. “My, my it truly would never have worked between us.” he said wistfully. Loki rolled his eyes as Rogers backed slowly out the circle, seeming to glide glacially with tiny steps beneath the sway of his shit-coloured robes. “Well then one of you change.” Nat growled, as you started to feel the antsy crawl of awkward tension tingle up your arms again. Thor laughed. “There is not one garment in the tent from whence we came that would fit over one of my mighty calves, Romanoff. Tis’ my brother who shall have to concede.” “Did they really think I’d give anyone else the King job at my own damn party?” you heard Tony scoff loudly to no-one. “Asgardians, I’m tellin ya…” You saw the muscle in Loki’s cheek bob as he ground his teeth. Tony bit into the speared steak in his hand, enjoying it all immensely. The dark god’s eyes flashed, a glimmer of something sparking heat between your legs.

“Fine.” Loki snapped, “As it happens I came prepared for such traitorous shenanigans. A lifetime of dealing with you, brother, has taught me to always save my best for when you show your hand.” he smirked, eyes flickering between you and a sceptical Thor. “Besides…” he purred slowly, stalking his gaze in your direction. “I have found that people are quite willing to bow to me... even without a crown.”

He grasped one of the golden tips with his thumb and forefinger, thrusting the ornament to the ground at Thor’s feet with a flick of his wrist. You saw a green glow lap at Loki’s feet, moving slowly upwards. He could do this in a millisecond if he wanted, but he was putting on a show. His twee buckled shoes melted to thick black leather, rolling up his calves like armour. Edges appeared below the knees, shifting inward to coat his carved thighs in matching trousers which, somehow, gave the illusion of being even snugger than the cream tights. You swallowed, unable to tear your eyes away as a wave of wild fur blossomed around his torso; bear or fox or- “-Wolf.” Loki purred rakishly in your direction, his tongue taking its time over the syllable like a seductive bark. “Urgh, I love it when he does that.” Wanda cooed huskily, giving her face a dramatic fan. You rolled your eyes, shuffling with your arms folded. Suddenly your corset felt tight. Very tight. In the seconds your gaze had been averted, a thick leather belt had appeared around Loki’s midriff, cinching the fur. Heavy pendants hung from his neck, glinting in the afternoon sun against bare skin. The wolf fur ran in a deep V to his naval, every inch a slutty medieval bandit. Christ, you thought. I’m fucked.

“This will suit my new posting for the festivities all the better, anyway.” Loki sneered towards his brother as Tony took another gulp of mead. He flicked his hair over his shoulders, the haughty slice of his jaw making you flinch as it pointed to you. “I find that women prefer characters’ with a little more...depth. Isn’t that right, Agent?” Wanda elbowed you in the ribs playfully as Thor squinted; bamboozled. “What does that mean?” he scoffed. “I thought you on greeting duty, of all things…over yonder.” He tilted his head towards the line of families queued at the entrance, excited children jumping up and down. You saw a young girl burst into tears as a manically grinning Friar Steve loomed over her, draped sleeves hanging from arms stretched in greeting before her mother snatched her away. Loki smirked. “I have been re-assigned.” he said, glinting eyes making a flutter shuffle in your belly. His thumbs hooked into the thick leather belt, tugging downward. What you wouldn’t give to feel the smart of that leather whip across your ass as he took you against a tree in the wilderness beyond the faire’s boundary. Maybe he will, you thought as a thrill flooded soared beneath the anachronistic lace panties you were wearing. Loki’s lashes fluttered upwards, his lip curling before those ethereal features hardened again. He had been colder than usual this past week, and you had a feeling that today would be no different, given the circumstances.

“Yah – he’s on the archery range now.” Tony interjected casually, breaking the stare you didn’t know you were burning into the profile of Loki’s jawline.

Nat shook her head. “What the fuck? Where’s Clint?” she said, glancing around the bustling thoroughfare. Tony shrugged, talking through a mouthful of ye olde steak. “Said he didn’t feel like it today, his voice sounded a little hoarse on the phone.” Nat’s brow arched, swinging her eyes suspiciously towards Loki. The god rocked on his heels, a tiny shrug making his shoulders bounce as he tried to contain the smile pressing at his dimples. “I didn’t know you could shoot.” you scoffed, fidgeting with the veil hanging by your collarbone. “You never asked, Agent.” he drawled innocently, running a hand through his perfectly waved hair. “But truly...are you surprised?” Nat suddenly yanked you to the side of the group. She cast a quick glance back to the circle closing in on Loki, admiring his new outfit. Scott was rubbing a palm repeatedly down his pelted chest while the god smirked, pleased with himself. “He’s done something with Clint.” she hissed over your shoulder. You frowned, leaning back incredulously to see the concern etched plainly on her face. “He wouldn’t…” you whispered, glancing at a resplendent, wolf fur clad Loki stretching his ridiculously long arms to Scott's unbridled awe. “Whatever the fuck is going on with you guys, I don’t give a shit.” Nat said quietly. “Go with Laufeyson, find out where he’s put him. Barton could be passed out enchanted off his nuts in a port-a-potty and we’d never find him.”

You narrowed your eyes, trying to read her face. “Nat I…” you started, fully intending to stand your ground. Suddenly there was a low whistle. Both of you twisted around, seeing Loki drawn to his full height; hair flowing over the puffed collar of his furs with his thumb and forefinger slotted in his mouth. The curve of his ass in the aged leather trousers was obscene, thick thighs creasing the material as it fought against its master. Christ, how you wanted to sink your teeth into them as you buried yourself between his achingly long legs. There were screams from the crowd before it parted, a panicked flurry of feathered hats and veils and skirts flying in all directions as citizens fell over themselves. A beautiful black steed cantered through the fray, completely un-phased. It was absolutely huge, the massive muscles of it's broad chest flexing with each long step. It’s smooth coat gleamed, rich tones of deepest blue flashing amongst the inky hairs as it trotted over and stopped with its nose pressed against Loki’s palm. “Shall we, Agent?” Loki purred knowingly snapping his fingers and making a vibrant caparison unfurl on the waiting stallion. The luxurious material fell in folds, dark emerald and vibrant gold with Loki's insignia woven through the fabric. A saddle and reins manifested snug to the huge horse, who whinnied in approval. Words failed you, seeing an ornate curved bow appear in Loki's grip through a wash of flickering magic. He slung it casually over his shoulder, palm stretched toward you expectantly. You vaguely heard Scott’s murmurs of besotted admiration as a sharp nudge from Natasha in the kidneys made you stumble forwards, automatically grasping towards his hand. Before you could protest, the air was knocked out of you as Loki’s fingers gripped around your waist, throwing you up. Your ass landed sideways on the saddle with a soft thump. You scrambled to grip the reigns, steadying yourself. With a graceful bound, Loki swung himself up behind, winding arms encasing you before his nimble fingers caressed the leather reigns from your grasp.

The disbelieving stares of the gathered Avengers crawled in your periphery as his forearms tightened around your ribs. Loki's elaborately constructed garment did nothing to disguise the hardness of the muscle beneath, thick ropes of pure power shifting as he settled. You could feel the slide of traitorous arousal leaking between your thighs, desperately wet and needy for the infuriatingly smug god steadying you against his spread leathered femurs. “You can be my first student, won’t that be fun?” he smouldered darkly, the whisper of his sweet breath skating over the delicate skin beneath your ear. He chuckled softly against your cheek. "Someone has to break me in before I am unleashed on the unsuspecting public, surely." You sighed, a quiver of anticipation betraying the roar of desire between your legs as you pressed them together, hanging off the side of his steed. The horse stamped once. Impatient, like his master. “And Agent…?” Loki murmured through a smirk, the deep baritones making you squeeze your shoulder-blades together against the expanse of rippling masculinity beneath the wolf-pelt. “I have quite the lesson in mind.”

Continued in Bow to Me: Quivering Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection

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💋!Girls are players too!💋

Pairing : Max Verstappen x Cherrie!

Word count : 7k

Summary : in which girls are players too!

Warnings : none? Awkwardness. Past hookups and one , really busy last summer for Cherrie. (She was a slut with a capital S, no shame . Queen behaviour). Just a load of silliness really . Idek.

Cherrie and Lola were both wearing matching expressions of amazement as they gazed down at the sparkling, heart shaped diamond necklace dangling from her fingertips, swaying gently between them, she Could almost feel herself getting hypnotised by its beauty .

Eyelashes fluttering just as much as the wings of the butterflies that were suddenly filling her chest were, cheeks flushing in colour as she heard Lola let out a loud 'awww'.

"Who would have thought that he could be so sweet?" Lola spoke in amazement , both of them exchanging giddy smiles .

The proudness her best friend felt as she watched her usually unloving friend get all giggly over a guy like this. She felt like she was hallucinating, blinking rapidly to assure that Cherrie’s soft smile still stayed the same on her beautiful face.

It did. It wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon either.

“He's totally Soft on you Cherrie. He looks at you like you are the shiniest diamond in his life. I still can't believe that this is happening." Lola said, honestly still in disbelief that she hasn't ditched max as soon as she had gotten her weekends worth of pleasure from him. The usual play around no longer to be seen.

But four months on and the two of them were now more in love that hormonal teenagers , constantly spending all their free time together and Lola was in shock at the way her 'never be tied down because all men fucking suck ass' friend, was now so in love and happy .

She was happy for her, she really was , but still...it had all happened so quickly.

Because it was no secret that Cherrie was a 'player , she played the game much better than any other rich playboy could . She had men wrapped around her finger with just one look, a lifestyle of partying in all of the biggest and newest clubs , champagne on flow and fucking anyone that she found even remotely found attractive.

She was a proud whore who loved sex. There was nothing wrong with it. If men could sleep there way around the city, then why couldn't she? She had needs too and she liked to play the game. It was fun and up until the last break it had been more than enough for her, settling down had never been in the cards at all .

She loved her chaotic and party girl lifestyle far too much to stop it now.

But then she met max.

Sweet, awkward , rambling max who had taken one look at her pretty face , tripped over his own two feet and sent them both flying to the floor with his drink covering her from head to toe Before she could even mutter a simple hello.

She had laid out on the club floor in absolute shock for nearly a minute , simply blinking up at a wide eyed max dazedly as he babbled his apologies and nervously started dabbing at her wet skin with napkins , face bright red and unable to look her in her eyes.

And she had known then that she was done for. Because instead of getting mad like she usually would over him ruining a €5000 dress made of real silk. She had took one look at his red cheeks and trembling hands and fell head over her prada heels in love with him.

Because apparently being in love was something that she actually was capable of. A absolute shocker to not only herself but to all of her friends around her too. Who watched Cherrie going from sleeping with a different man every night , to spending her weekends having date nights with max in their apartment, just the two of them. Cuddled up on the couch, exchanging soft kisses till they would eventually end up in a bed, fucking all night long.

It was still a little bit of a confusing adjustment for her, she could admit . But she wouldn't change what they had for anything. Because max made her happy, which with her being such a difficult person to please, was a rare thing to happen and she never wanted to let that feeling of love and being loved in return , go.

Max wasn't Afraid to show just how much he was obsessed with Cherrie either. Every time he even so much as caught a glimpse of her, his whole face would light up and he would immediately leave any conversation he had been having , just to go see her.

To hold her close and whisper stupid jokes in her ears all night long, his eyes glued to her smile as he awaited for her to laugh at his jokes eagerly, pride glowing on him when she finally did. Knowing that he was the one that made her knees buckle beneath her as she giggled hysterically, proudly knowing that he was the one that made her smile so fondly like that. Knowing that he was the only one that she looked at this way.

It was a huge ego booster , he would admit. He admired her, he adored her, he loved her and knew in his soul that she was the one. The woman that he would marry someday soon.

He had bought a sparkling ring just after two months of dating , right after watching her punch some guy in the face after she had overheard him badmouthing max in a bar . She hasn't hesitated to stick up for him... with her fists. Defending him with her every breath while max did the same for her too.

They were madly in love with each other and Cherrie loved every single minute of being with him, but she couldn't help but feel like this was all going a little too well.

Good things didn’t last forever , did they? Where was the catch? Which door was the trap, with the floor waiting to fall through , taking her with it?

"I can't believe it. This time last year you were having a threesome with those footballers and now you're wearing a hesrt shaped necklace with Max's intials on it." Lola said with a slightly amused grin, shaking her head in amazement.

Cherrie let out a light laugh , eyebrow raising as she recalled the last few years of her life. Her slut era had been a long one, that was for sure.

She had a lot , a lot of fun. There was no denying it.

"I know right! I can't believe it either but max is so good to me.." she sighed blissfully as she sat down on the edge of the couch to put her heels on, checking her phone to see a text from max telling her that he'd be arriving soon and that he couldn't wait to see her.

She smiled to herself happily. "I am a little nervous though. It's the first time that I'm going to be meeting some of his friends and teammates.." she sighed , worried about if they would like her or not.

She did have a reputation , after all. A top model who had spent years trending online whenever new photos would emerge of her with her flavour of the week. Whether it be a actor, singer, ceo or footballers ... she had a long line of ex lovers. It was no secret and it wasn't something that she was exactly ashamed of either.

And max never bright her past up either , I mean, why would he? He hadn't known her then, he had no say in who she fucked over the years. That was in the past for a reason.

But she still wanted those closest to him to like her, she planned on being with max for a very long time. Forever hopefully, so she had to be on her best behaviour tonight .

No more snorting Coke in the back of the taxi. No more dancing topless on tables while some random guy sucked vodka off her tits. No more blowing the bartender for free drinks. No more orgies.

It was taking a little time to get used to, but she was getting there. She was.

Truly.

"Do you even know who they are? You've never even watched a formula one race.." Lola pointed out, bending down to help her lace up her other heel.

Cherrie pouted a little "I don't. I don't even know what they look like. I'm not really interested..i just don't want to embarrass max." She muttered worriedly. Clutching at the necklace that now hung delicately around her neck.

Lola scoffed "there's no way you can embarrass him gorgeous. If anything it would be the other way around..he’s probably more worried about that. Gorgeous men everywhere that want you.." she reminded her with a small smirk. Always amused by the affect her best friend had on men.

Cherrie just rolled her eyes "well he doesn't have to worry 'cause he's the only one I want now. The other guys may be hot but they lack that spark that makes me love them. Max has everything I need." She said seriously, meaning every word of it.

Her face brightening when she heard a knock at her door, hurrying to her feet and almost falling into the door from how fast she was going in her high heels.

A giddy squeal escaping her as she opened the door and found max smiling back at her, eyes scanning him in his blue jeans and white linen shirt, hair gelled back and looking as handsome as ever.

She beamed back at him "max! You look beautiful! Is this the shirt that I bought you in morroco?" She gushed as she gently smoothed her hands down the front of it, unbuttoning two buttons at the top of the shirt to make  him look a little more relaxed.

Max just let her fix him up, even bending his head down a little so she could fix a stray piece of hair that had fell down onto his forhead for him.

His cheeks flushing at the admiration across her stunning face, feeling his heart skip a beat as he took in the way the champagne coloured dress draped over her body like a waterfall of silk , hair in loose curls and makeup done to perfection.

She looked like the supermodel that she was. Swallowing his suddenly dry throat , a shy smile tugging at his lips as his eyes caught onto the necklace between her breasts. Pride filling him.

"It is. You like it?" He asked her a little unsurely, not used to dressing up often. But with a supermodel now at his side, he knew that he had to step up his fashion game a little .

She leaned up and kissed his rosy cheek, her smile evident against his skin. "I love it. I'd love it even better on the floor.. we still have time-" she suggestively bit her lip, pulling his arm a little , trying to convince him to follow her back to her bedroom.

Max laughing loudly as he pulled her the opposite way, back out of her apartment. Quickly shutting the door behind her before she could successfully make him ditch the party .

"No!no! Don't even.." he warned her playfully flicking her forhead making her giggle at him, shaking his head at her in amusement "we've missed so many party's and events because of you being horny." He stated matter of factly, smirking to himself as he recalled how convincing she could really be.

She could probably get him to do anything she wanted at this point. One flutter of her eyes and smile on her pouty lips.. he was done for. Completely fucked.

He didn't know how he had gotten so lucky to have a woman like Cherrie fall in love with him . With Confidence that bordered on cocky, loud and mischievous. Funny and smart...always fucking horny. Could drink like a sailor and swear like one two.. she was a dream.

His dream. 

He hasn't realised that it was possible to ever love somebody this much. She was his life now.

Forever if he had his own way. (He usually did.) she had always looked lovely in white after all.

"I don't remember you complaining about that." She smugly resorted back to him, smiling to herself as he led her over to the car waiting for them.

Holding open the back door for her, hand hovering above her head to make sure she didn't bump it. Not sliding in beside her until he was sure that she was comfortable and buckled in.

He quickly joined her, nodding to the driver to let him know that they could leave now. Sighing happily as he retook her hand in his, fidgeting with the rings on her fingers absentmindedly. Imagining the day that she would wear the ring he gave her too.

They continued to playfully bicker and tease eachother the whole ride there , giggling between each other . Cherrie posing for max as he pulled out his phone to take photos of her before switching to the front camera, heads pressed together as they both grinned at the camera. Max already planning on setting that selfie as his new Lock Screen.

"You look so fucking good. You hurt my heart." He groaned a little as he helped her out of the car, eyes glued to the dress that she was wearing. Finding it a little harder to breath each time she turned his way.

Cherrie laughed loudly "hurt your heart? What the hell?" She repeated in confusion , amusement covering her face as they walked arm in arm up the stairs to the big mansion where the fancy event/party was being hosted.

Max just shrugged his shoulder as he gently pulled her hair to rest down her back, running his fingers through the ends softly to make sure that they were all neat again.

Before Smiling down at her "yes. Because everybody is going to look at you and want you. I wish you were just a little bit uglier. Why do you have to be so perfect?!" He jokingly said in acusing tone , as though it was her fault for being so hot.

She laughed and laughed, knocking her shoulder against his as she shook her head at him in pure amusement . Flattery making her beam. Pinching his still flushed cheek fondly , quickly kissing the pout away from his lips , not pulling away until he was smiling again.

"It doesn't matter. I'm with you aren't I?" She simply answered him. Kissing his jaw gently, barely able to pull herself away.

Max clearly felt the same, his arm heavy around her waist as they walked inside the ball room, neither of them paying attention to anyone around them. Lost in each other, as usual.

"I can't believe that you actually gave me a chance. I was shitting myself when I asked you out that morning after.." he admitted to her quietly, blushing darkly . "I was surprised that you were even there when I woke up.." he knew what a bad reputation she had, a trail of broken hearts behind her. But he didn't care because he had seen the way she looked at him , had her smile pressed so softly against his lips. He knew that this was real for the both of them.

But he had been nervous , the sickly kind of nervous too . But he knew he had to take the chance while he had it. She was wrapped up in his shirt in just her panties underneath , in his kitchen demanding that he make her some breakfast because she didn't know how to cook. All cool and casual as though the night long rounds of mind blowing sex they had didn't faze her at all.

Max's legs had still been shaking from both nerves and the fact that she had made him see stars.

She fucked like a pornstar, smugly and confidently. Giving (god, so much giving), and taking it all while he gladly let her consume him whole . Max had been speechless and had just let her take the lead.

She had given him the best night of his entire life . Winning a world championship didn’t even come remotely close to how she made him feel.

So appreciated. So free.

He didn't want to let her go. His skin was still tingling from her touch, her scratches down his back and her red lipstick stained all over his chest. He had weakly asked her 'breakfast date? Then dinner tonight?" Not expecting her to say yes.

But instead of laughing him out the door like he had expected her too. She had merely smiled at him then told him that Italian food was her favourite before dragging him into the shower with her. A brand new routine being built from scratch , all the stars finally aligning in their joint sky.

It was as simple and beautiful as that.

Max kept taking her out on dates , kept making her home made dinners so that she would want to keep coming back. She traded being a party girl for nights in with max and his cat.

Instead of sucking off some footballer in the back of the club , she was cuddled up in bed with max while watching a box set of modern family each night . And she loved it. Loved him. She felt like a completely new woman.

Only instead of all the freaky shit she used to do with other guys, she now only did it with max instead.

She had never pinned herself for a one man woman but apparently meeting max was all she needed to realise that she did want the disgustingly in love narrative . She wanted somebody to come home to, to share dinner with, to laugh with and judge other people with.

Max was her person . She was sure of it. She just knew it.

"I was surprised too. I was meant to be on a yacht with a Spanish footballer that night too.." she admitted to him, a sheepish smile on her face as she looked up at him. Not wanting to lie .

He knew what a hoe she had been, there was no point in denying it.

If anything max felt smug and proud that he was the one that made her finally settle down.

He had tamed the player. Him.

It felt nice. Sue him.

He felt especially smug as he felt the eyes of rich men and celebrities alike , all over Cherrie. Lust and awe in their gaze as they watched her laugh, max feeling pleased as she just leant into his side, kissing his bicep gently. Showing Everyman in that room just who she was with.

She wasn't free game anymore. She was taken for, much to the displeasure of others . An much to his endless delight.

He grinned happily.

"I'm glad you chose me. He was probably a dickhead anyways." He said to her smugly .

Cherrie nodded along with a grin "yeah. Now I have my own personal dickhead instead ." She replied , amused.

Max chuckled, kissing the side of her head affectionately. Barely able to keep his hands off her.

"Exactly. But I never pretended that I wasn't a dickhead. Just like you never pretended that you weren't a bitch." He stated, unbothered. "It's good that we're so honest with each other. You tell me if I dress like a wanker and I tell you that you're a little snob. We're perfect for each other." He told her with a small smirk on his face, so in love with her that it hurt.

Cherrie nodded proudly "we really are!"

"I'm just glad that you only fucked around with the footballers. If the other guys in f1 saw you , they would be all over you. I wouldn't have had a chance." He told her honestly , looking around the room for said drivers and friends.

Cherrie hummed a little "it wasn't just footballers." She liked all sports stars alike , a bad , bad habit . Sue her . "-but yeah that would be a bit awkward . I don't even know any of the other drivers..or what they look like. I think you're the only driver I've been with." She said, kind of proud of herself.

Max just laughed as he waved someone over "I would probably die a little inside otherwise. You're gonna meet some of them now. Here's Charles!" He smiled at the Ferrari driver coming there way, nudging his girlfriend to get her easily wandering attention again. "He drives for Ferrari. They're absolutely shit but he's a nice guy." He let her know.

Cherrie was too busy grabbing herself a champagne glass from a passing waiter, sipping on it as she looked around the room. Admiring the chandeliers and posh decor.

"Hey mate! How are you?" She heard another beautifully accented man say, max nudging her again gently.

"I'm good. This is my girlfriend Cherrie." He introduced her happily , wanting to show her off. Knowing that he had the hottest girl out of them all. He felt smug.

Cherrie slowly looked over at Charles, only to freeze in absolute horror as she met his startled eyes. Charles also pausing in his place with his glass halfway to his mouth, eyes widening comically at the sight of her.

"Oh my god." He breathed out in absolute shock, swallowing thickly as he blinked at Cherrie in disbelief. Going red immediately.

Cherrie could only inhale sharply , heart racing in her chest as she suddenly got flashbacks from last summer in Miami . Or rather, a wild night in the private toilets of a five star club. Which then continued to a wild night back at her hotel room too.

She couldn't believe it. It was just her luck that the guy that she had fucked and ducked in Miami was also a racing driver, who drove with max. Her boyfriend.

God. Kill her now.

She narrowed her eyes at him in a silent warning for him to not say a word. Poor max would be horrified if he found out that she had slept with someone he worked with. Someone that he was competing against too.

But How was she to know that the Charles that she had slept with last year was the same Charles who max often told her was getting screwed over by his own team?

What a small world. She thought dazedly, moving a little closer to poor Max's side. Who was none the wiser.

"Don't worry. Those were my first words when I met her too." Max said to him , grinning as he spotted another driver coming their way as well.

Charles couldn't say anything, still looking at her with wide eyes that were now nervously flickering begween her and max. A little paler than usual now.

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks. You want a cocktail?" Max asked Cherrie, stepping away from her, missing the panic in her eyes.

She nodded her head quickly "yes. Extra vodka please." Was all she could mutter, not looking away from his back as he walked away to the bar, leaving her to wonder what the hell she was supposed to do or say now.

Charles was the first one to address the rather large elephant now in the room.

Shuffling on his feet awkwardly , swallowing nervously as he muttered a strained "he's going to kill me."

Cherrie just scowled, finally looking back at him with hell in her eyes. "No he isn't because you're not going to say shit. I don't know you and you don't know me, okay?" She hissed at him underneath her breath. Not wanting what she had with max to be ruined just because she was a horny hoe last year.

That was in the past. Max was her future.

Charles looked at her in disbelief "don't know me? I passed out because of how good you blew me! I think we know each other pretty well!" He shot back , bright red in the face.

Both Mortified and honestly , a little turned on as he remembered that night with her. It had been the best sex of his life and he been more than a little sad when he woke up to find her gone without a single trace.

And now here she was, apparently Max's girlfriend? He couldn't believe it! What did max have that he didn't?!

"Nope. No." She insisted , stubbornly shaking her head .

Wishing she had tried harder to convince max to stay at home now. Christ was karma biting her in the ass right now. "What did you say your name was? Carl?" She acted oblivious, not looking at him.

Charles glared at her "it’s Charles!" But before he could complain some more he felt a familiar figure slide up beside him.

Pierre smiling at him for a moment before his face went towards Cherrie and he froze too, mouth dropping open as he let out a shocked gasp .

“star!" He exclaimed with wide eyes, going red right up to his ears .

Cherrie wanted to die.

Wishing the ground would swallow her whole as she looked on in absolute disbelief , feeling a little weak in the knees as she looked between the two handsome faces gaping back at her.

"No." She almost whimpered, not knowing whether to laugh ot cry. Oh my god. This couldn't be happening to her.

She looked frantically over her shoulder to see max still at the bar, her heart pounding in her chest at this nightmare now unfolding before her.

What the hell was going on? Was it release the one night stands night or something?

"Star?" Charles wondered in confusion, frowning at Pierre . "Who's that?"

Pierre was equally as confused, looking at Cherrie with wide eyes. "Star!" He motioned to Cherrie as though it was obvious "this is the woman I was telling you about in Vegas!" He grinned , his eyes a little dazed as he remembered that night with her.

It was official. Cherrie wanted to die. Kill her now.

Charles scoffed , eyeing her judgmentally "her names not star mate. This is cherrie. Max's girlfriend." He told him .

Pierre gasped In horror "no! Holy shit! I slept with Max's girlfriend?!" He almost squealed in fear.

Cherrie glared coldly "no. I didn't know max then! Will you shut the hell up and keep your voice down? I don't need everybody to know the mistakes I made last summer!" She snapped at them, panicking.

Charles looked offended "mistake? Are you calling me a mistake?!" He frowned at her, hurt.

Cherrie couldn't care less about anybody other than max. Sporting her boyfriend coming back over to them with a tray full of drinks, she almost bolted right there and then.

What was the chances of this happening to her? Apparently she had a thing for f1 drivers. Without even knowing it.

She did have a type.

But to her defence it wasn't like she asked for their occupation before sucking their dick! It wasn't all her fault!

Not really.

"Yes! You both are! Do not say a word! It meant nothing. It was just a one night stand. Shut up!" She warned them quickly .

Plastering a smile on her face as max slid in beside her, passing her a cocktail with a oblivious smile on his face.

She took it from him and didn't waste a single second before downing it. Max raising his eyebrow as he watched his girlfriend pass back the glass, taking the glass of champagne from him as well.

He looked between them in confusion, noticing the way that neither Pierre or Charles would look at him. Both red in the face and shifting on their feet like nervous teenagers.

"You okay?" He checked in, kissing the side of her head gently.

Cherrie made a strangled noise, "yeah. Totally. I'm cool. So cool!" She let out a weird laugh , tugging at the collar of her dress "is it getting hotter in here or is it just me?!"

"You know what they say. Liar liar pants on fire." Charles couldn't help but mutter. Making max look over at him in confusion.

"What? Why do you say that?" He wanted to know , protective as ever about the love of his life. Passing her another champagne glass without saying a word once she handed back the empty one to him .

Pierre laughed loudly, jabbing Charles in the side. "Nothing! He's joking! He’s Just er- saying that Cherrie is hot!" He tried to help, he really did. But he was only making it worse.

Even Cherrie looked at him in disbelief , max unimpressed as he looked beteeen the two suspiciously.

"You're talking about how hot my girlfriend is?" There was a clear warning to be careful there.

But poor, ego bruised Charles don't hear it. Still pouting to himself, pride hurt.

He muttered "what do you call her? Lucy? Diana? Morticia?" Sarcastically.

"Shut up asshole!" Cherrie snapped at him before she could stop herself. Glaring at him.

Max looked at her in shock "woah! What? What the hells going on? I was only gone for five minutes!" He exclaimed. Hating being out of the loop.

His girlfriend looked both horrified and pissed off , while Charles and Pierre looked annoyed and terrified at the same time.

Clearly he was missing something. But what? As far he knew, they had never even met before.

"Well, sometimes some people can't last five minutes! Not even three!" She looked at Charles as she said it. Done with his glowering . Throwing back another glass of booze. Her already no filter, filter completely gone.

Pierre snickered a little while Charles glare deepened, max just looking between them in pure confusion and Annoyance.

"Well, with someone as expiernced as you , it's hard! What number on the list was I that night?!" He shot back at her. Also drunk and manly pride wounded.

Max frowned, slowly beginning to work things out.

He felt his heart drop to his stomach. Groaning loudly in disgust "no! For Fucks sake!" He cursed in disbelief, looking down at his girlfriend in absolute horror.

"not Charles! I thought you said you hadn't hooked up with any of the other drivers!" He almost shouted, feeling a little sick at the thought of.. them... doing that.

Only he wanted to do that to her.

Cherrie looked at him with wide eyes "how was I supposed to know?! I didn't ask them what that did for a living! I was drunk! I would have fucked anyone!" She defended herself terribly.

Max just gaping at her in disbelief "that doesn't help me! Hold on-" he gasped before looking over to a unusually quite Pierre , who paled terribly when he met his gaze "no.."

Pierre grimaced "sorry man. She told me her name was star! I didn't know she was your girl!" He quickly told him. Liking his face as it was.

Cherrie scoffed , rolling her eyes at them angrily "I wasn't his girl! I don't know you then max!" She reminded her horrified boyfriend "and I lied because I didn't want to see you again! Duh!" She hissed at the Frenchman. Regretting being such a whore now.

It didn't feel so good when faced with the love of her life and two ex one night stands like this.

Max inhaled deeply, rubbing his hand over his face with a tortured groan. "God Cherrie!" He didn't know what to say or what to even feel other than sick.

"please tell me that's it? You didn't happen to tongue Christian as well did you?" He sarcastically muttered, downing his own drink now. Also wishing that he had let her persuade him to stay home, they could have avoided this mess.

Cherrie glared at him dangerously"don't even max-"

"Hey guys! Wow- you could cut the tension with a knife!" A new voice joined in, breaking apart their glaring contest. Sounding amused "what's-" Lando Inserted himself with a grin.

Looking around the group curiously before pausing when his eyes finally landed on Cherrie. Who just took one look at him and groaned miserably , throwing her hands over her face as she tried not to scream in frustration .

No. Fuck no. This has to be a nightmare!

"Cherrie?" Lando wondered with a joyful grin "haven't seen you since Italy!" He obliviously said.

Max's face dropped even further . Side eyeing his grimacing, horrified girlfriend and landos cheeky grin, he squeezed his eyes shut in disbelief .

Pursing his lips tightly as he let out a strained groan , whining "no. No. No! Cherrie please! Tell me that I'm wrong!" He pleaded to her weakly. Stomach turning.

It was the consequences of her own actions finally pulling up.

She leaned back against the wall behind her before she could collapse in a bundle of regret , swallowing thickly as she looked at her boyfriend with a face full of guilt.

"It-I- he-" she stammered in disbelief , unable to believe that this was happening . If it was anyone else this was happening to, she would have laughed and laughed and laughed.

“I had no idea." Was all she could repeat

quietly . In shock.

Meanwhile Lando had finally clicked on "oh no." He mumbled guiltily , looking at max with a grimace "is this the 'love of your life?'" He asked him worriedly, eyes going between the two of them.

Max slowly nodded   his head, trying to breathe through the misery. "Yes. It is." He simply answered.

Downing another glass in one go. Quickly grabbing another. Understand why she had done it now too.

But there wasn’t a bottle big enough for this drama, no amount of vodka would make him feel better now.

“Let me guess? In the toilets?" He muttered blandly. Shaking his head to himself. Having the worst day of his life right then.

Lando winced "no." He hesitantly glanced back over to a speechless Cherrie who was just looking up at the ceiling , mind empty. Just horrified.

“On the rooftop underneath the stars." He blurted out . All three drivers shifting nervously on their feet as they eyed max warily.

Max just laughed loudly "how romantic." He sarcastically muttered .

Side eyeing Cherrie judgmentally again "I don't know whether to laugh or to cry." He let her know.

She just swallowed "me neither. I can't-"

"This is why we do date nights at home." He said to her, both a little amused but mostly horrified . He then looked at the three drivers with a dark glare.

"well I hope you can all erase your nights with her from your mind because it ain't happening again. In fact .." he pulled her further away from them, jealously tightly gripping his chest in a vice as denial started kicking in quickly .

“nothing happened between you guys and the love of my life at all! You haven't kissed my girlfriend nor have you put your tiny shrimp dicks in her-"

"Hey! My Dick is perfectly normal size-" Charles defended . Pierre nodded along "yeah."

Lando was the only to stay quite, simply grimacing to himself as he looked between max and Cherrie , speechless. And amused. And trying not to giggle at the horribly awkward situation they had found themselves in.

“I still have a necklace that you left behind. With the flowers on." He let her know quietly .

Cherrie looked at him in surprise , angst dropping for a moment as she grinned back at him , relieved.

"really? I thought I lost it! Thank you for keeping it.."

Lando smiled at her "it’s alright! It's in my suitcase somewhere. At my hotel.” He told her nicely.

"I can come collect it in the morning-"

Max let out a sharp laugh , shaking his Head at them sternly . "absolutely not. You're never being alone with any of them again! I will get your necklace.." he glared darkly at Lando "which you randomly found because you have never met my girlfriend before." The denial was sinking in deep now.

Everyone had there copying mechanisms , his was pretending that his girlfriend hadn’t fucked all three of his friends last summer.

Cherrie just rolled her eyes "okay. As horrifying lovely as this has been. I want to go home and scream into my pillow. Maybe suffocate myself with it.” She told them bluntly , turning her head to look at max hopefully "can we go?" She pleaded.

Max let out a loud sigh of relief "yes. Absolutely yes!" He didn't even look at the other drivers "you've met some of them now. And you didn't like them which is okay. We can leave because they're boring you." He rambled on, downing what was left of his glass. Planning to open another bottle when they got home, also planning to fuck the thought of anybody else but him out of her mind.

"Denial wouldn't change the fact that she's sucked all of our dicks." Charles blurted out. Ignoring landos face palm and pierres hissed warning.

Max just let out a strained chuckle "denial is keeping me from killing you Charles. Plus you can't have been that good seeing as she ran away from you eh?" He reminded him coldly. Hooking his arm tightly through cherries, his gaze set on the exit door.

Needing to drink, cry and fuck the love of his life until he felt better. That was the plan.

Maybe some therapy for the both of them too.

"Sex with you sucks." Cherrie agreed , nodding her head along.

Before looking at a nervous Lando and giving him a sweet smile "you were good though. Ten out of ten would recommend." She said kindly. Hoping that they could be friends.

Lando beamed . Blushing at her praise . "Thanks-"

Max dragged her away even quicker "fucks sake! Shut up! Why did you have to be such a whore last summer?!" He whined. Hurrying her to the door as fast as he could .

Cherrie just shrugged "girls are players too. But look at me now!" She weakly grinned "all settled down! Who would have thought?"

Max just rolled his eyes at her "nobody apparently..you're so lucky that you're the love of my life! Otherwise this night would have ended very differently." He hissed at her, rubbing stressfully at his forehead. Feeling a stress headache coming on.

Just before they could escape, a loud voice reached their ears. Max pausing to glance over his shoulder, only to see fernando grinning over at Cherrie happily.

"Cherrie! I haven't seen you since Spain! It's rude to leave a guy naked and alone in bed you know!" He laughed cheekily While winking at her.

Cherrie could only wince deeply , guiltily avoiding eye contact with a incredulous max who opened and closed his mouth several times before letting out loud, slightly manic laugh.

"No. Just no! I can't take anymore!" He shouted hysterically , looking down at his girlfriend in pure exasperation .

“Fernando too?! How busy was your summer?!" He picked her up , threw her over his shoulder , ignoring her startled shriek as he carried her out of there before another driver could stop them and say that they had missed her too.

Cherrie clutched onto his neck as he rushed them straight back to their car , kissing his cheek apologetically . Max just glaring at her as he threw her down in her seat, still fastening her seatbelt for her despite how furious he was .

“A very busy summer." she whispered sheepishly , t her fingers with his hesitantly . "love you." she guilty muttered to him. Smiling like a naughty little child who had been caught eating all the candy left in the jar.

max just groaned lowly and rested his head on her shoulder , squeezing his eyes shut tightly .

“i love you. and I’m going to wake io to see that none of this even happened and that this was all one big nightmare." He whined miserably , pouting as he let her kiss all over his face , muttering giggled , whispered apologies against his burning skin.

it wasn’t .

whoops.

[luvymelody]

tsukishima kei - bonfire : wave to earth

"you're so full of shit bro.."

y/n muttered as tsukishima waved his paper infront of their face, a smirk adoring his face and the urge to laugh about to leave tsukishima.

"what? sad because you're a sore loser? suck it up idiot."

tsukishima teased, as he lowered his head down to meet y/n's head level and y/n's face grew red out of anger.

"shut up! you literally won by 2 marks!"

"doesn't matter, i still won our bet."

y/n and tsukishima had a bet that whoever had higher marks in the final math exam, they would have to do whatever the winner did for the next week.

the score of 91% flashed through y/n's mind as she held her head and whined loudly.

"i hate you so much."

"nah you love me. but i hate you more."

-

at first, tsukishima's commands were reasonable and normal for a winner like him, such as buying him a drink from the vending machine, or do his homework from time to time for the week, but then the dynamic changed.

"go out with me."

"what??"

"for the bet thing stupid, i wanted to go with yamaguchi but he couldn't because he was busy, the new aquarium near mizusawaesashi station."

"ooo! i didn't know you liked aquarium's kei!"

"whatever, you have to go anyway."

"ohmygoodness okay i will you big baby."

tsukishima turned and walked away with his hands in his pockets, lastly yelling out to get his a soda in the vending machine that was right next to y/n, as she turned her head to the vending machine and then back at tsukishima was walked away.

"what?! you were right here get it yourself!!"

-

y/n grumbled as her hair didn't sit right on the top of her head, she didn't realise the looming figure of tsukishima behind her as he ruffled her hair, turning around she whined at tsukishima,

"kei! my hair!"

"no one cares how you look weirdo, let's walk around-"

tsukishima commented, grabbing her arm and pulling her around the place, her arm hurt in the tight grip that tsukishima had on her, as she directed her hand to his hand, intertwining them as tsukishima stopped to turn and look down at y/n.

she looked up, questioning him with the rise of her eyebrow.

"what?"

"nothing."

tsukishima whipped his head around, fighting the blood rushing to his face as he adjusted his glasses with his free hand.

-

"kei! look at the pretty fish!"

tsukishima was pulled left and right, truth be told, he just wanted a peaceful evening with y/n by his side, since he was the winner he wanted to make this bet to his advantage and have private time with y/n, he had liked y/n but he didn't wanna admit to anyone, not even yamaguchi even though they were childhood friends.

"yeah..."

tsukishima stared at y/n as she beamed at the fish, they practically zipped through the water at how fast they swam through the water and she was admiring the colours of them through the glass.

"isn't it pretty kei?"

she turned her head, not expecting that tsukishima was already looking at her, she blushed and whipped her head back at the fish.

"yeah they're pretty. kiss me."

y/n grew sheepish, making eye contact with tsukishima as he held her waist with one arm,

"what? is this a joke? this better not be-"

"why would i tell you to kiss me as a joke? you don't wanna kiss me-?"

tsukishima teased once again with a small smirk, but she shut him up as her eyes shut closed and she kissed him as their lips touched together, she clutched onto the collar of his shirt and her lips practically moulded into his, kissing all of his lips.

his eyes were wide open as she kissed him with passion, but his eyes fluttered closed as he used both arms to wrap around her waist, pulling her in closer as she wrapped her arms around his neck, tiptoeing so she could reach even his neck, even then was he too tall.

as they separated, y/n opened her eyes to see tsukishima with a smirk but with red tinted cheeks, she puffed looking away with a flustered face and tsukishima could laugh at her.

[onyourhyuck]

Sleigh Race. | Lee Jeno (M)

prologue- “Never thought I’d say this aloud but I need you. So badly.” + “I know. Your body is doing the talking my love.”

summary: you love December for two things: the festive holidays and the sleighs race tradition that you always DO every Christmas. you never fail to win but what happens when your enemy challenges you to one?

warnings: enemies to ???. Childhood frenemies/enemies type thing. Fucking in OPEN woods with SNOW. Bitches are so horny but hate each other sm. Jeno and y/n have serious issues for fucking in the wide open. Rough… everything’s rough. Degrading and mean talk. There is nothing kind about this. There is soft aftercare bc everyone needs it after intimacy :). Enjoy this Christmas fic😭.

the notes- KINKMAS FIC.

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You plan to win the golden medal for this years Christmas sleigh race competition. You attended every year, the first time was when you were only seven years old. You might of never won that time but you have won last year and the year before that. This year isn’t any different because you want to come first. But this year line up is a little worrying. Too many people are involved this Christmas and it sort of makes you doubt yourself— yet you’re happy people are trying this ‘sport’ you’d call it. It is fun and who doesn’t like rolling down the snow mountain from the deep woods with the sleigh? If someone said they don’t, they would be lying. You never know until you try. People often ask why do you enjoy doing something so dangerous, you reply with because of the adrenaline it gives you.

The intense fear of overcoming something so terrifying with so many outcomes that could end up from bad to worse irks your skin with excitement. It feels like a wild drug, sleighing down that hill every year in the competition, able to defeat people and with immense speed, skin contacting the cold snow beneath you or sometimes other competitors would splash snow onto your body leaving you to freeze with grim delight. You love Christmas. Truly it would be your favourite season, holiday and activity. If you could repeat Christmas every month you’d be such a happy child. The smell of Christmas cake and the blazing Christmas lights on every house chiming the night street. The trees hung up from the neighbour windows, your entire family gathering round. The indecisive worry of making a decision what to buy for your friends and family as well. You have fond memories of it all.

Standing on the top of the hill buried at the very end of the woods. Silence engulfing you, deep breeze hitting against the winter coat and the many layers of sweaters and thermal leggings underneath the jeans to keep you warm. Hand thermal gloves put on your delicate reddish fingers, the cold infecting it to spread the colour red making the blood boil to the surface instantly. Not to forget the hat, you adjust it on to your head sighing.

“You forgot your thread to attach to your sleigh.” The boy behind shot you the red thread to match your colour coated red sleigh. You look up with an raise eyebrow. It was your childhood enemy and as much as you hate to admit it, you couldn’t recognise him almost. He grew up with a very matured face, much slimmer where he no longer had such a baby face and baby cheeks. One of his eyebrows has a split done. The body he dressed into many layers too— a large winter coat with fur and many shirts underneath the other with baggy black jeans and boots suitable to walk the heavy snow. You’re surprised, he even became buffer. How did he change so much? It shouldn’t surprise you considering you haven’t seen each other since the last day of middle school. Then your family moved to Seoul for a while where you attended high school there.

Eventually your family moved back to Incheon, where they stayed but you stay in Seoul for University. You have a dorm there.

“What are you doing here?” You suspiciously spat grabbing the thread from his hand as you kneel down to the ground holding the large sleigh upwards, it was a heavy compact and barely able to holding it up while you link the thread. The thread acts as a stirring wheel if you had to explain it. The sleigh is the car itself and the thread would be the wheel. The sharp heel of your feet are the breaks.

Jeno looks at you with disappointment in his cresent eyes, as if the boy was already irritated by only hearing your voice. “Sleigh Race.” He simply said.

He saw the way your mouth opens to protest but you stop. It might make you sound prejudice against Jeno (which you are) but to do it openly when it’s the first time meeting him after so long would make you look like a straight up dick. You’re better than that. So you only nod with hidden venom and hatred in your passive aggressive voice . “Suit yourself. I hope you fall and crash into a tree or something.”

“That’s very welcoming of you, y/n. Thanks. I’ll make sure to crash into you.” Jeno throws defensively pushing the sleigh next to yours as he sits on it awaiting the signal ahead from the distance finishing line where the judges and people crowding to view the many contestants in their desirable place to start. Seriously he could’ve moved anywhere else but he still choose to be next to you? Ridiculous.

You scoff. “You won’t catch up to me. I’m a god at this sports ”

“Just because you won two gold medals does not mean you’re a god. You lost fifteen sleigh racing events for fifteen years. You have more loses than wins.”

“I bet you won’t even win this one. You most likely got lucky twice.”

The boy was clear on degrading you and your egotistical confidence but who was he to tell and break you down just to make you feel so insecure? He never won a thing in his lifetime. You scowl turning to face him at the speed of light you grab him by the collar, hissing out with anger and your chapped lips parting away. The shock on his face amused you, he must’ve hit a nerve or something because this was the first time you laid hands on him. It never went far as verbal bickering and constant arguments but never— never physical touching. Jeno hates physical contact and skinship with his friends so why would he touch you? And you’re bluntly affectionate on skinship with your friends and family, overall touchy, but the hatred for jeno stops you from even befriend him let alone touching him. It’s the way your hand tightens the collar grip on his jacket. Your breathes turn to white smoke, the cold air making it visible to your eyes . The breathing touching each other faces, like a hot chocolate placed on the cold cheeks.

Your voice hoarsely warns him, he should watch himself if he wants to come untouched and not hurt out of the woods. Maybe you might snap and murder him, bury his body somewhere, who knows. “Shut the fuck up. Literally no one asked you. I can fucking count I’m aware i have less wins. But what do you have Jeno? Huh? You have abso-fucking-lutely nothing. You’re a Pathetic asshole for even saying that shit.”

You haven’t realised it but when you had stand up to latch yourself on to Jeno to grab the coat edge, you completely forgot your awareness of the surroundings in the environment. When letting go your body was supposed to head backwards on the sleigh where it was positioned. Your feet misstep tripping over the large sleigh slanting it over the hill, your body rolls down the snowy ground and down the hill you land somewhere into the woods with a slight bruise on your head forming. The boy quickly slides down leaving his sleigh on the starting line, completely discarding the competition to come check for your safety.

“Y/n!”

Strength radiating from his arms, lifting your daze body up, autumn leaves stuck on your clothing and hair. Jeno’s hands cup your face with anxiety on his beautiful sculpting face, the warm miniature blood drips down the slide of your face land on his palms. He gasps gently as you murmur with your vision going back to normal. Thankfully you did not hit your head but instead you scraped it by most likely tree bark. Concussion was outta the window, you couldn’t have that, the most your body will have is trauma and bruises. You never thought Jeno would come down to check for you, seriously, he distracts you and then he comes chasing you down? The face you saw wasn’t Jeno, because the Jeno you know would never look at you with wide eyes and speaking to you with sweet caring voice with worrisome emotions.

“Shit. Y/n you’re bleeding. I need to bring you to the hospital. Can you stand?” He stands up holding your arm by the elbow, you don’t say much but stand slowly with wobbling feet similar to jello. The moment you stood up you fell bad down, Jeno coming down to catch you before you hit the ground like a weak fool. You gasp in slight pain.

“Fuck, it hurts Jeno.” You croak out and he carries you softly in his arms before placing you under a tree with the heavy snow burying it. He kneels down brushing the messy hair out of your face. “Where does it hurt y/n?” He asks and you look down with your eyes signalling the ankle area.

Without saying anything back. They both breathe in to the nature silence, the woods were so big you couldn’t see the finishing line where the people were crowding and watching, celebrating happily. Your prediction is you landed into the far right of the woods because it was much more alive with animals than humans. You can hear chirping birds, flying crows and pigeons. In the far distance you were sure you saw a doe and it’s baby. Perhaps foxes as well hiding into the underground holes. The eyes land back on the boy rolling up your jeans and thermal leggings to take an examining look on the ankle, it looks swollen but not broken, perhaps fractured at most, but so far it looks only swollen. He was no doctor, but he seems rather accurate and confident in what he was looking for with broken bones. Thankfully you have none of those signs.

He spoke out softly with relief gushing over him. “It’s not broken. Your ankle will be fine. It needs to rest and warm cloth put over it.”

Your eyebrows furrow pulling down the thermal leggings and jeans over the ankle as well as lifting your shoes back on. “How do you know?” Jeno looks at you. “My best friend is a doctor. He told me before about fractured bones and broken bones differences.”

“Jaemin’s a doctor?” You blurt out in surprise and Jeno flashes a proud smile. The boy is surprised you even remember Jaemin, hell, it’s been too long. “Yeah. You should talk to him he would be glad to see you.” He tells you and your eyes couldn’t help but to admire the smile.

‘He smiles with his eyes’, you thought to yourself. Why was it kinda cute? Endearing? Adorable? Hell who smiles with their eyes? That was so unique and so rare to see him out of all people smile at you. It’s weirdly nice… ish.

He pauses, his smile going down as he looks away. You couldn’t help but why did the beautiful smile perish?

“I’m sorry.” Jeno states with guilt pulsing through his deep voice. He was sorry. Not just for making you almost die, he’s sorry for bloody everything he put you through. Sure, it was mutual. You made his middle school and elementary hell, he was happy you left and he could no longer see you in high school. For a while he was happy, it didn’t feel the same without you though. He had no one to tease and to banter with, you were one of those people before it all became too much for you both and those jokes turn into mean smack talking. Despite the bullying, he never once physically hurt you or mentally hurt you. It was all just words coming out of his mouth. You did the same as him. Neither of you were in the right. Both of you were in the wrong.

But he still feels more guilty than ever and all he can do is hope you forgive him. Jeno didn’t and never will need your apology either, your words were nothing but the past now and he would like to change the dynamic between you guys. He wants something more than enemies.

There must of been something wrong with your head, maybe you really did hit your head, because your body moved and spoke on its own physically, verbally. It was the way he looks so handsome and the way his words touch the surface of your skin, it brought back feelings you never knew you had subconsciously.

You pull Jeno closer by the collar once again. He looks at you with widen eyes when your lips peck his. Jeno wasn’t sure what to do, he was trying to process the softness of your lips on his freezing cold mouth. Did you just kiss him? Yes. Yes you did. Though the temptation to grab you and kiss you back grew, Jeno pulls away softly right after you did and staring at you with red cheeks and red lips.

He whispers dumbly, but very innocently. “Did you…just kiss me?”

You tilt your head feeling slightly awkward. ‘Damn he didn’t even return it back. Must’ve lost my goddamn mind there. Fuck, quickly pretend you went crazy.’ Your mind told yourself this all over again.

“Oh shit i must’ve lost my mind when i fell-”

Your voice hitches down your throat like it were a stuck lump. The warm closeness overtook everything you ever knew and senses, those five senses were gone like the light. The boy in front of you grabbing forward your face with his aggressive lips smacking on to yours, taking control over them when the cold breeze embraces your bodies like a rigid house. You take back everything you said. You never lost your goddamn mind, if anything you retrieved it and saw an opportunity for greater future. It never occurred to you before, not a single thought, that Jeno would ever be such a good kisser. He left you in the realm wonderland, he was the rabbit and you were alive, chasing him because he was kissing you to the point his lips touch yours spiritually. That was how good he was.

Mentally, you were lost in the pleasure and not a single handily thought ran in and out. The surroundings blur out as your bodies shift together. Jeno has you pinned against a tree with his hands pulling on your legs pushing them to his godly small waist. He was so snatched, it made you somehow envious, he truly was beautiful. He ran his hands through your hair, rubbing it in circular motions as the makeout carried against the tree bark. Your scar wound on the side of your head no longer pains you, he took all of your pain away and avert it onto the pleasure he was giving you and only you.

“Never thought I’d say this aloud but I need you. So badly.” You mutter lowly.

It was insane how well your enemy, could make you feel so desperate for more than just his lips now. Your body was far too greedy, it needed more. You needed more. It was a need. It was never a want.

“I know. Your body is doing the talking my love.” Jeno replies.

The risk of getting caught for what you’re about to do somehow, fills your bodies with temptation to do this even more. It weren’t stopping you. In fact it was encouraging you to do such sinful things in public. Jeno was just as eager as you were, pulling on your body to close the gaps between you— kissing down your neck as he pulls over the scarf wrapped on the neck to keep it warm. Now his mouth was keeping it warm, biting and sucking on the skin, kissing it so keenly. Everytime he did so your mouth fell apart like a crumbling sand castle on the beach, you’re so weak on the knees for him.

“Skip the fucking foreplay Jeno.” You spat in hasty manner. You were so done with everything you only need him. The race wasn’t even in your mind to comprehend, you’re pretty sure they fired the red starting gun a long ago when the both of you were kissing, but none of you heard it.

Jeno pulls away looking at you, with a deep glaring gaze. “Speak to me nicely, you’ll regret it if you don’t.”

You scowl. “Just fuck me. Don’t be soft. We’re enemies remember?”

“Enemies, yes we are.” Jeno leans close to your ears. “But enemies don’t want to fuck each other do they?”

“Maybe we do though.” You whisper back. Perhaps you’re the only enemies with benefits here? Pulling aback you didn’t have enough time and both were as equally desperate as the other. Jeno agrees on skipping foreplay if you said so, though he was still as pissed at the tone of your voice; he chose to not fight with you on it. Both of you can’t be nice to each other ever, even when you’re about to have sex. The clothes had to stay one but the only thing you were slipping off were your bottom clothing halfway, the cold could kill you if you take rest of your clothes off and none of you were that insane to slip of butt-naked in middle of December where snow was inevitably obvious as the dropping temperatures.

The boy took off his warmly thermal jeans have way, not slipping them down all the way to the ankles. He has your back completely pressed and nailed to the tree, if felt like you were one with the tree at this point; your spine shivering at the bark pressing against it, your lower body bend into his waist as his hard crotch finally hit the wet entrance of yours. His eyes gawking open at how wet you were he couldn’t help but let degrading words slip out. Calling you a ‘needy whore.’ But with the first letter changing to ‘my needy whore.’ it somehow made your stomach flip million times the more your brain replays it on repeat. He said you’re his. Even though you’re enemies, completely hate each other; perhaps a little less hate each other than before but you do still dislike one another. Here you are giving yourself to Jeno and here he is giving himself up for you.

It was Christmas Day and instead of winning a gold medal, you’re getting fucked. You can’t complain, it feels heavenly good. The sensation of being filled up, your lower body exposed into the cold air making you shiver but even though you were touching the cold temperatures and even the snow begins to fly from the sky again it never really made you feel cold, because Jeno’s warm cock inside you was enough to warm you up. He didn’t take his time with you, if anything he wanted this to finish quickly so he can do a round two with you. There’s no way he’s going to leave you here with only one round. He wants to indulge, becoming just as greedy as you are.

Your moans did not need to be secluded. Hell you were loud enough for the woods animals to hide away. He groans into the croak of your neck, somehow your walls pulling him in even deeper, you were pulsing on him and he felt amazing being so deep inside you. He was drunk, absolutely drunk on your body. Your eyes roll back when he hit a specific spot you weren’t even knowledgeable about it— it was a spot no one else hit inside and somehow it made you come undone.

You stutter at how his pace changed. He was slow and steady until he no longer was. He was fast and speedily quick, just how you both indenture. Gripping on the coat he wore, your thighs pulling him closed with how your body rubbing up and down the tree you let out a high pitch moan.

“J-Jeno shit. Slow down.” You croak out to the boy who seems to have lost it mind. He shakes his head. “I’m close. Hold on.”

“Fuck. Pull out.” You remind him quickly, Jeno did so, pulling out when he was ready to spill . When he was about to wank off the last minutes until he can come you drop to your knees down burying yourself into the snow and taking his hard erecting dick in your mouth. His eyes widen watching you completely suck him off, it was a dirty sight but a beautiful one at that.

He couldn’t help but admire the way you flick your tongue and move your entire mouth around his cock. He couldn’t last anyways but you sternly fasten the space, his cock was so big it hits the back of the throat, he gently pulls your long hair into a ponytail with his hands. Groaning.

“Y/n I’m…” he pauses as you hum a soft nod. Biting the bottom lip, he comes undone painting your mouth only white as the snow. He lightly falls down when you take out his cock to swallow the juices. Pulling up on his pants quickly, the warmth from your body disappears and only the cold stays inflicting on the body. You were needing help in which Jeno obliges without you needing to tell him.

You were far too stubborn to ask for help. Jeno however knew, he knew that. He knows you a lot more than you think. He dressed you back nicely, pulling up your thermal leggings and jeans over the another, he brushed his hands through your hair to make it seem presentable when you will head back. He then pulled you into his arms.

Your lips laps open a yelp. Jeno looks down at you. “I’m still taking you to the hospital.”

You huff out. “Okay, then give me a ride home afterwards. The goddamn race is probably finished already. Man, totally missed out on it this year.”

Jeno smiles down at you. “There’s always next year, darling.”

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This one was filthy 😭. - Miso.

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[dom1re]

Hi 👋🏽 I so admire your arts too!! If it’s ok, I’d love to know more about your approach to shading and rendering. I always find your use of colour so calming and complementary. 💖💖

Whereas I tend to be over saturated and why I often draw in greyscale

When I read that you liked my arts too I died. I was down on the floor. Crying tears of joy. Then I realized I have a response to draft so I got up.

So here ya go!! I hope you find something interesting here. I organized it into 3 parts for easier reading:

Rendering Overview

Picking Colors

Shading (or winging it and hoping for the best)

Also if anyone has any tips I'm all ears!! I’m always trying to optimize my process, make it quicker + cleaner

Rendering Overview

My current rendering process on Procreate (click and swipe):

1. Rough sketches

This is where I try to get the anatomy and pose right. I can get up to 3 reps in here depending on how refined I want it to be. Yep I care a lot about my lines...

2. Clean line

... coz it's my favorite part!! I get such a dopamine rush seeing the sketches come together into a clean line lol. Here I use the Selection Tool and Liquify to resize and adjust the forms (gotta move away from doing this too much tho)

3. Color

First I create a flat base layer and color over it using Clipping Mask (pretty standard I think). Then I divvy my drawing into as many layers as possible - one each for skin, hair, shirt, waistcoat, trousers, etc - as I color them all. More on this below.

4. Shade

ewww shading... my least favorite part. I use Multiply layers and gray colors, again pretty standard. I usually have 1-3 layers here, stacked on one another, depending on the desired depth. More on this below.

5. Finishing touches

This stage involves a lot of small (but important imo) things, which vary depending on the drawing:

Tinting lines (Because shading makes the colors darker, lines need to get darker too)

Highlights on hair, face, clothes, eyes, etc. I can never make up my mind between Overlay/Hard Light/Soft Light layers for this

Little wisps of hair or lighting effects 

and voila I have something to share with the world. wooo

Picking Colors

Ok about my colors… I wish I had some fancy technique to show but tbh I just eyeball them and try them out a bunch. Now if I’m using a reference I could use the color picker, but I don't like to coz the results are way off for whatever reasons (ex. lighting in the img). Anyways it doesn’t have to be the same color as the reference; as long as the colors “make sense” to me I'm happy.

But what if the colors I chose are too saturated or too dark? I use the Adjustment Tools for this. I can just select the layer (or an area using the Selection Tool) and edit its darkness and saturation. I found this way easier than painting over or color-dropping repeatedly.

This is why I leverage as many layers as possible. It allows a modular control on my rendering - I can change the color of my character’s skin, eyes, or waistcoat patterns and keep all other components unaffected and clean. Sometimes I have like 100+ layers and it drives me batshit crazy but the pros still outweigh the cons. Or so I tell myself

( + I would love to understand grayscale and use it as freely as u do. I watched bunch of vids on it but something about it just hasn’t stuck with me yet 😔)

Shading I guess

Similar to coloring, I create several Multiply layers and stack them together for depth. For example:

This is again for that modular control but honestly I wouldn't be doing this if I was good at shading... I feel so lost every time, I just don't know how it works. But one ‘hack’ I’ve come up with is shading skins and clothes differently. I use reddish gray for skin (and brown/red hair), and just gray for everything else.

The character feels more lively and natural with a bit of red undertones in their skin. I don't think this is the best way to render skins though. Just a little shortcut til I get to study the topic more.

Something else I do to get over my fear of shading is using good references. I’m always lurking on Pinterest for them but alas, I can’t always find that perfect image with perfect lighting and poses. It’s kinda sad funny how the quality of my rendering depends so much on the reference:

(it's not a 'bad' reference per se - I chose it really for the pose, not for shading)

At the end of the day tho I’m just a learning artist so I try not to be too harsh on myself. Someday I'll render shiny shoes and shirt creases without refs. I yearn for that day 

Well on that cheerful note thanks for coming to my Ted Talk your interest in my rendering approach! I’ve been wanting to document it for my own records so this was great.

I picked up digital illustration just last year and self-learning it has been a fun but lonely process. If you have any tips or more questions talk to me ANYONE PLEASE I’m dying to talk about it if you can't tell by the sheer length of this post. For which I'm sorry but hopefully it wasn’t too dense a read ok I’m really done now bye!! 

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Interrogation 3/3

Interrogation, Twisted Wonderland, Chapter 3/3

Summary: we finish the final few senpais and we also get emotional <3 also plot twist at the end

“I can barely stand being around Vil, let alone Rook! What makes you think I would willingly spend time with them!”

“He’s lying.” Ortho interrupted, cutting the perfect piece of pie for Ace to eat. “His heartrate shot up just now.” Ortho tattled.

“Oh, so you do enjoy spending time with them?” asked Epel, raising an eyebrow ta him.

“One instance where I did!” demanded Ace.

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“You do realise, potato, that this could have all been avoided had you had a little more pride and didn’t jump straight into things, right?”

“Don’t rub it in!” whined Ace, trying to adjust to the position he was in but a firm squeeze on his right hip made him pause and stay in the uncomfortable spot. “Besides, how long is this going to take it!?” Ace demanded to know, glaring at the blonde in front of him.

“When I have decided it!” answered Vil imperiously. “Besides, what else could you be doing in your time that could be more productive than helping me?” he asked vainly.

“Literally anything else could be better well spent that sitting on your lap and being forced to try on make up so you can check if the texture or colour is suitable for you.” Answered Ace mulishly, wanting to cross his arms but knowing that if he moved anymore Vil would simply use his unique magic on him and force him place.

“Oh, hush now. I did tell you that you would be allowed to take some of the products with you, didn’t I?” Vil gently brushed Ace’s bangs away from his eyes so he could keep Ace’s gaze on him.

“Duh! That’s why I agreed! I-I just didn’t realise that it would consist of sitting on your lap.” Ace mumbled out the last part, averting his gaze from Vil’s piercing eyes.

Vil wanted to laugh at the little shy display but held it in, knowing that it would only cause the first year to run away from him. Instead, he smirked and placed a gentle kiss on Ace’s forehead.

Immediately the younger snapped to attention and started to splutter, moving slightly from Vil’s hold. “W-why would you do that!?”

“You are on adorable potato.” Vil commented, ignoring the question much to Ace’s indignation. Now stay still as I apply this eyeshadow on you. I have a shoot next week and I need to see what colours from these pallets I want to send to my agent.

And with that he carried on, smirk on his face whilst the redhead sported a deep frown and a bright red blush.

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“I wanted free shit!” spluttered Ace, growing red again from remembering the incident. That familiar warmth that he had felt when interacting with the upperclassmen had been there as well and he was starting to wonder if there was some merit to what his friends were saying.

‘No! The insane don’t get to be right!’ he shook his head mentally and stuck to his guns to avoid admitting anything to the group that watched him get tranquilized and have still yet to untie him.

“I want free stuff as well, but I still keep my dignity!” pointed out Yuu.

“You’re also a psychopath that tranquilises people! I’m not asking about your experiences on shit! And what about Rook! What proof do you have about him?!”

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Ace could feel eyes following him. He had been having this feeling for the past few months now and it was only getting worse. Furthermore, had started to notice little gifts being left in his room on his bed, or even on his desk and sometimes empty classrooms that he just happened to be wandering into seemed to have little presents addressed to him.

Now normally, he would be terrified about such a thing. However, receiving brand new shoes, a phone and a brand-new game that he had been wanting to play with his brother since it came out, kind of placed a damper in the whole, ‘Ah I should be frightened I have a stalker’ situation.

Discovering who it was hadn’t exactly been difficult either. One day when he had felt the eyes gazing on him, he had sighed mournfully and then continued on his way to his dorm. The next day Rook had approached him, looking mightily concerned about him. Ace wanting to play a little experiment informed Rook sadly about how he had wanted new shoes to play during basketball it. Unfortunately, they were sold out by the time he had gotten the money.

The next day he had found the shoes lying on his bed. Ace, cradling the shoes to his chest, allowed himself a small, satisfied smile of success.

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“So, I want free shit?” snapped Ace, annoyed again at how his friends keep finding out about these little moments.

“So, I just find it concerning that you like it when Rook-senpai buys you things after stalking you.” Epel folded his arms, looking at Ace as if daring to refute his point.

“Maybe I like the fact that Rook is stalking me. So what?” ‘please don’t be blushing, please!’ Ace prayed internally after involuntary saying that sentence

Epel looked at him for a moment before saying out loud with no remorse, despite knowing what would happen “Whore.”

“Now it’s my brothers turn!” Jumped Ortho excitedly, completely ignoring the sounds of pain that were coming from Epel. “I have collected many data. Unfortunately, Yuu has said that I may only share one, so I shall share the more explicitly clear of the evidence.”

“Wait Ortho-!” Ace tried to interrupt, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

“Too late!”

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“Thank you again for this, Ace-shi!” thanked Idia again reverently staring at the first year.

“Whatever! Just don’t tell anyone about this! And give me the money quickly!” Ace crossed his arms, trying to appear nonchalant, however, the massive blush on his cheeks said otherwise.

“It’s just, seeing it come to life is a dream come true and I-!” continued Idia, absolutely enthralled by the vison in front of him.

“I get it already!” Ace stamped his foot flustered. “Now can you just get on with it already! T-take your picture and give me the money!”

“Ehh, but just taking the picture won’t be enough!” complained Idia, approaching a flustered Ace.

You may be asking yourself, what is going on? What is going on is that Ace Trappola is currently cosplaying as an anime girl from Idia’s favourite rhythm song due to the fact that he says a mighty similarity to her. The skirt is so short that Ace has to constantly keep a hand down and Idia is currently acting as if he was told that Ace holds the luck for getting all your favourite SSR cards within the 1st pull.

“S-stay back!” Ace warned, however he was not very intimidating due to the a) the stutter and b) the blush.

“Please! Just once! I’ll pay you more!” bartered Idia, hands clasped together, eyes wide and one could almost mistake them for innocent. Ace bit his lips before he sighed and took a step closer to Idia hesitantly.

“You have 1 minute.” Pouted Ace as he let Idia touch him.

Idia held in his shriek of excitement and placed surprisingly gentle hands on Ace’s waist and pulled him closer,  and then started to run his hands all over Ace’s body, his hands going from Ace’s hips to his thighs, all the way to his shoulders and neck.

Ace slowly untensed as he got used to the touch of Idia’s hands. “Th-that’s enough, I-!”

“Hey big brother I was wondering if-.”

“Ahhh!” shrieked Ace, kicking Idia off of him, ignoring the grunt of pain from the older.

Ortho stared at the scene in front of him, Ace in a cosplay dress and Idia clutching his stomach in pain and slowly backed away, closing the door.

“This is your fault idiot-senpai!” Ace yelled, absolutely mortified at the situation, quickly hurrying to get dressed, not pausing to help the blue haired teen next to him.

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“I-I was doing that for money!” argued Ace, blushing out of pure humiliation that such a mortifying situation was brought up.

“I see you tend to have a poor habit of constantly whoring yourself out for money, Ace Trappola!” Ortho replied back, with all the cheer of what you’d except someone to have said that they were adopting kittens

Ace stared at the android for a moment before cursing under his breath. “Be grateful that you’re my favourite!”

“And know we shall move to our last 3 pieces of evidence that had lead us to believing that you were in fact dating our senpai!” Yuu announced dramatically before gesturing to Sebek, who’s leg felt much better after getting brutalised by Ace.

“At first, I was shocked by the brazenness of a mere human such as yourself, however, the more I look at it the more it seems that that whatever is going on is mutual!”

‘And clearly great cause for your depression.’ Ace thought sarcastically as he looked at the near weepy teen in front of him.

“I shall first start with Wakasama and then end with Silver.” Sebek continued with his dramatics.

Ace at this point, used to the routine, merely flopped back in his tied-up state, and listened as they explained their tale.

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“It is a rock.”

“Gargoyle”

“Rock!”

“Gargoyle!”

“Ro-!”

“Rocks are bland soulless structures that serve no decoration and no purpose. They simply exist to ruin the landscape. Meanwhile, gargoyles are dignified and-!” “And currently the reason why I am 80ft in the air!” snapped Ace, absolutely not in the mood to deal with royalty’s bullshit.

The situation was that Malleus had overheard Ace question why gargoyles where even still at the school despite the fact that they all looked old. Malleus had then decided to teleport the two of them over to a gargoyle, without Ace’s knowledge, to explain to the redhead the wonders of gargoyles. And now he was faced with a teary-eyed brat, demanding he be set back on the actual ground.

“Look, senpai. Gargoyles are cool and shit, especially in those old houses. I just wanted to know how a school that has like of 5 teachers is able to maintain keeping gargoyles around without there being any major accidents.” Ace huffed, folding his arms and looking away from the horned man.

“Oh.” Malleus let out, now feeling himself grow embarrassed at the situation he found himself in. “I apologise to causing you such distress. I could place protection spells around the gargoyle to make sure that they-.”

“Can you please inform me of your plan when I’m safely on the ground?” Begged Ace, literally a moment away from grabbing onto the older man.

“Y-yes of course.” Malleus gently placed his hands on Ace’s waist and teleported them to where they had been previously.

“Oh, thank the sevens!” Ace almost cried happily before turning back to the fae. “Now, you were saying?” he prompted, and Malleus carried on, neither noticing, or neither willing to point out the fact that they were both still clinging on to one and other.

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“W-well I just needed to stabilize myself!” Ace defended lamely and was only faced with Sebek pointing his fingers at him accusingly.

“For an entire 30 minutes after getting back on the ground? I think not you-!”

“We literally just saw him beat you with only his legs whilst being tied up, don’t be stupid.!” Jack slapped his hands on the green haired teens mouth and glared at him to be quiet. “Now this next incident quite frankly makes me wish I didn’t have such string hearing.” Grimaced Jack as he remembered the incident between Lilia and Ace.

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“Owww.” Moaned Ace in pain as he attempted to stretch his arm. “I’m in so much pain.”he hissed out as he immediately stopped strtching his arms.

“Maybe it’s because you’re too stiff!” came a voice from behind him and Ace reistied the urge to scream and jump knowing that it was only going to cause his body even more pain.

“Hey Lilia-senpai.” Resturnded Ace’s lackluster response, not even turning around to greet the fae.

“Goodness, it’s worser than I thought!” worried Lilia, cupping his chin with his fingers and thought for a moment, Suddenly a lightbulb went of inside his head and he quickly scoured the locker room that they were in and shrugged, realising that the benches would have to do for no. “Ace-kun. Please trust me and lie down.” He whispered directly into the youngers ear.

Honestly a part of Ace probably shouldn’t trust Lilia, especially after listening to Sebek regale them with all the pranks that Lilia likes to pull, but currently his body was too sore for him to make any complaints. Damn an overly enthusiastic Floyd during basketball who likes to squeeze his own teammates in excitement. So, he followed Lilia’s instructions and laid down on the bench closest to him, face down.

“What are you going to?” mumbled Ace as he tried not to hiss out of pain.

“Just a simply massage, Ace-kun.” Reassured Lilia before cracking his fingers and getting straight to work.

First, he started at the base of Ace’e neck and slolwly made his way down Ace’ body, making sure to gently massage Ace’s tender flesh inbetween his fingers, listening out for which parts were causing Ace the most pain. He gently squeezed the parts that seemed to be a little too tight and within minutes Ace had turned into putty in the shorter’s hands.

“Lilia-senpai~” sighed Ace, eyes closed, grateful for the euphoric feeling all over his body. “T-thank you for this.”

“Anytime, Ace-kun.” Lilia whispered gently into Ace’s ear, making sure to cast a spell on the doors to make sure that no one can come into the room and see Ace in such a vulnerable state.

Unfortunately, this also means that Jack is unable to leave the locker room and now he’s trapped listening to his friends near pornographic moans as he got massaged by the fae.

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“Look.” Ace began, eyes averted from the rest, looking down. “I. I was tired. And Lilia-senpai also has MAGIC hands.”

“And I had to start brainstorming ideas to create brain bleach to make sure that I don’t see or hear that in my nightmares.” Hissed Jack, arms folded, glaring at the redhead, shivering at the memories. Epel rubbed his shoulders comfortingly as he practically rocked back and forth in pure fear.

“Okay first, you need to be grateful.” Ace snarked vainly “Secondly, my body HURT! I wasn’t exactly going to turn down a free massage!”

“Uhuh.” Deuce nodded unconvinced.

“So, what reason did you have for sleeping with Silver?” asked Ortho.

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Ace yawned as he stretched his arms over his shoulder, absolutely exhausted after having to clean the potions cauldrons. He had been given ‘detention’ for messing around in class. Truthfully, he had just asked Crewel to make it sound like detention, so his friends didn’t know he was getting advanced potion tutoring from Crewel. In return for covering for Ace, the dog owner has Ace cleaning the cauldrons.

Ace, not looking down, continued walking out of the potions room onto the main campus so he can finally be able to relax. However, he was also praying that Riddle didn’t find out abut the ‘detention’ session and collar him again. He was already tired; he didn’t need to be hard of breathing as well.

However, any daydreaming was quickly put to a stop when Ace tripped and unceremoniously fell on his face. Well, almost fell on his face. Just as he was about to accept his fate and land on the floor, he felt arms wrap around him and stop his fall. Slowly those same arms gently lifted him till he was back on his feet.

Ace, after stabilising himself properly, turned and came face-to-face with Silver.

“Sorry about that, Ace.” Silver apologised formally, bowing his head in regret.

“It’s cool dude.” Ace forgave still trying to get his beating heard to calm down a little. “Was that you who I fell on?” Ace confirmed, looking down to the ground both so he avoids Siler’s piercing eyes and so he could see if there was any other reason as to why he had tripped.

“Yes, I apologise. Without realising it, I had fallen asleep on the ground. Thankfully no one else had been passing by this way so no one else was affected.

“Sorry!” Ace bit his lip and was about to head out before an idea strook him. Maybe…

“Wel, I’ll let you go back-.”

“Wait, Silver-senpai!” Ace widened his eyes and tried his best to play concerned underclassmen worried about their senpais health. “You can continue napping here and I can be on the lookout for you!” Ace offered, grasping Silver’s hand with both of his. “I would just need you to explain to housewarden Riddle the reason why I was so late.”

“I wouldn’t want to inconvenience-.” Silver tried to refuse but no way was Ace letting his ticket to freedom be ripped away from him that easily.

“It’s truly not trouble! I see how you tend to get wearier when you fall asleep randomly and being look out for you means that you are kept safe!” Ace made sure that he tried not to be too pushy as to not appear too suspicious. “Trust me, it’s no problem for me!”

“…well, if, you’re sure.” Silver finally relented. Ace did a little whoop and happy dance in his head as both he and his senior took to the ground. Gently he managed to get Silver to lay his head down on his lap.

“Now, go to sleep! I might have to wake you up s you can confirm with my housewarden what I’m doing but I’m sure that’ll be no problem!”

Silver, however, wasn’t focusing on what the redhead was saying, He was far too enraptured by how soft Ace’s thighs were and how comfortable it was for his head to lay on them. Immediately, faster than usual actually, he felt himself drift off, the redheads’ words nothing but a murmur to him

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“I didn’t wanna get in trouble with Riddle!” defended Ace, blushing at how calming it felt to have Silver lay on him.

“Uhuh and that’s why you also fell asleep on him?” asked Sebek, smirking and raising an eyebrow, as if almost daring Ace to object.

Instead Ace merely collapsed sideways, and blinked back tears. “Look, it doesn’t really matter if they are into me or not. We all know that they wouldn’t date someone like me anyways so there’s no point in bringing it up.”

“What do you mean, Ace?” asked Deuce as he approaches hid best friend to untie the ropes.

“Meaning it’s not as if any of them could ever love me. They’re all successful, royalty or just plain higher. I’m just an average high school kid who’s one relationship ended due to poor communication. It takes ages for me to actually finish something, and I know that they think that I barely try to that they think I’m just plain stupid.” Ace sniffled, trying to hold in his tears. Deuce gently pulled him in, with Ortho going to his other side as well to embrace him. “There wouldn’t be any point in me attempting to be in a relationship with them or trying to ask out any of them because they would just look at me and laugh.”

“Well, if Riddle or Floyd or Trey or Cater or anyone! Makes fun of you, I’ll beat them up!” declared Deuce reassuringly, punching his fist into the palm of his hand for emphasis.

“Yeah, it’s not like they could ever judge you, considering you are honestly better than most of them at other things!” Jack awkwardly reassured, rubbing the back of his neck, cheeks flushed.

“It is true! Whilst you may never be as great at Wakasama!” Epel quickly punched Sebek. “You are however intelligent, smart, resourceful, conventionally attractive and tend to be quite talented! Anyone should be lucky to have you!”

“What these guys are saying!” Epel held Ace’s now free hand. “Look, Ace, we might tease you every once in a while, however we are here for you, and we simply will not stand for anyone making you feel guilty about yourself!” “I have blackmail for years on these guys! So, If any of them breaks your heart I will make them regret they were ever born!” declared Ortho, nuzzling into Ace.

It was quiet for a while, Ace simply trying to calm himself down whilst the others were waiting for Yuu to jump in.

“Yuu?” called out Deuce to an extremely guilty looking Yuu. “Anything you wanna add or...?” trailed off Deuce awkwardly.

However, Ace narrowed his eyes. “What did you do?” he demanded, glaring daggers at his supposed best friend.

“I would just like to say that I did not know the night would end so emotionally and had I known I would have made this a more private affair!” began Yuu, rushing nervously with his words.

“What did you do?!”

Yuu looked at Ace guilty before digging into his pyjama pockets and fishing out his phone. His phone which was open to an ongoing caul to a number. To multiple numbers. In fact, many of them looked like…

“I just wanted to say, that I could not have made it any more obvious that I was into and did in fact want to go out with you!” came Cater’s voice from over the phone.

“Quite frankly did you seriously believe that I would just let anyone sit on my lap, sweet potato?”

“Think I would let anyone else sleep in my territory?”

And on and on came his upperclassmen’s declarations of how obvious they made their crushes on Ace whilst Ace slowly started to grow into a tomato.

“Hey, Ace Trappola? Are you okay? Your temperature is-!”

The last thing that Ace was aware off before he blacked out was Yuu’s screech of, I’m sorry as the first years pounced on him.

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It had officially been 1 month since the sleepover and in that one month Ace has been taken out, kissed and loved more times than he had ever before. The senpais, eager to make up for not making Ace realise their crush on him had gone all out with spoiling him and reassuring him.

Meanwhile, Yuu had to wear dunce on their head for a week. Thankfully, Ace did forgive them.

……….

After he forced Yuu to ask out Neige LeBlanche but that’s a different story. Right now, he’s simply going to enjoy the fact that his boyfriends can pick him up and twirl him around and that almost all of them have a ahem private room.

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[inkformyblood]

(Ghost x Soap x  König, Established Relationship Ghost x Soap, Pre Relationship Ghost x Soap x Konig)

“Hey, LT.” 

 Soap is close, too close really for this to be anything other than a deliberate invasion of Ghost’s space, territory claimed with a single step between Ghost’s legs and a grin that reminds him of smoke and shifts just as quickly. Ghost blinks, slow, careful, taking stock of the heft of a tactile knife lying against the groove of his spine and the careful way Soap transfers his weight so it settles almost entirely over one leg, dragging the other rather than stepping. He hadn’t quite managed to hide the limp as he had moved closer and Ghost isn’t the only one who's noticed.

 “Johnny,” Ghost answers. He hooks the fingers of one hand over the jut of Soap’s hip, fancying he can feel the delicate ink against the blunted fingertips of his gloves, and moves them both so Soap can lean against him, tugs him so that he does so. There’s always a curious little blush that erupts whenever he does something like this, not touching Soap’s cheeks but setting his ears ablaze in a riot of blotchy pinks and reds. “How’s the leg?”

 (Ghost already knows the facts of it. He knows about the torn ligaments and the heavily bruised muscle and the fucking three inches of leather from Soap’s boot that had stopped the injury from being any worse. He knows what Soap’s hand feels like in his when he’s too drugged up to see straight, his fingers all loose and curling in all the wrong places to try and hold his hand. He knows Soap’s a lucky son of a bitch and he’s just going to get injured again in some other stupid accident unless Ghost stops him.)

 “Be fucking jigging by next week, LT. Just you wait and see.” Soap tries a grin, a little too small for his face, a little too much teeth as he tries to adjust his stance and reconsiders it in the same heartbeat, leaning back into Ghost. “How’re the new recruits doing?”

 “What do you think?”

 Soap snorts, drawing another set of eyes to them, this pair belonging to one of the recruits who quickly thinks better and looks away. 

 “Well, no-one’s curled up on the floor crying so I’m guessing it’s going well enough.”

 “Not bad.” Ghost turns his face away from Soap then, pressing his cheek to the shaved side of the other man’s head. It prickles slightly through the thin dark cloth of his mask and he can just make out the distant apple scent of Soap’s shampoo beneath the sterile blanket of the medical ward. His gaze locks on to the observer tucked into the corner, still mostly hidden despite his height, despite his mask, and dark eyes meet his. 

 König stands apart from the others, his shoulders curling in a way that reminds Ghost of a vulture’s hunch, part protection and part warning. He’s competent. He’s dangerous. And he’s watching Soap like he’s being fucking paid to. 

 “You’ve got a little bird watching you, Johnny.”

 Soap, to his credit, doesn’t look immediately. He hums low and lilting, reaching to one side to tuck his fingers into Ghost’s pocket, tugging at the small paper bag of sweets he knows is in there, just for him. It’s a rough handful of gummy worms this time, deliberately made lighter by the girl working behind the counter holding the bag up of the scale and Ghost couldn’t work out why. The bag rustles as Soap pulls it free. “Some of my favourites in here, Ghost.”

 “Is there?”

 (Ghost knows. He’d spent an exacting five minutes picking all of the colour combinations that Soap had mentioned he liked out of the twisted clinging mess of the others.)

 “But, yeah. It’s König watching isn’t it?”

 Ghost doesn’t answer.

 König doesn’t look away. 

 “He’s cute,” Soap says finally, his words slightly muffled as he chews on a gummy worm. “I think I’d like to see him cry.”

 “I can arrange that,” Ghost answers, immediate, focused. He can feel the dog whistle click in every fibre of his being, locked and loaded and waiting to be pointed at his target. All for Soap. Only for Soap. He won’t think too much about that until later.

 “Nah.” Soap tips his head to one side to press a sweet in every sense kiss to the edge of Ghost’s mask, high enough that he can feel the curve of his grin above the fabric. “Might take you up on it later though. Have you got work to get back to soon?”

 Ghost taps Soap’s hip in warning before he barks, “König!” There’s a shockwave of heads turning, first one way and then the other before they course correct back to minding their fucking business unless they fall under Ghost’s attention next.

 König straightens, slumps, then settles into a halfway measure between the two, his hands pressing into the small of his back. “Ja, sir?”

 Soap is so close to him that Ghost feels his chuckle rather than hears it, the tremble of his ribs that are likely still a mottled patchwork of purple and blue from his last half-thought through scheme, the slight exhalation that quickly resolves itself into a show at straightfaced placidity. It doesn’t work, never has, and Price has seemingly just resolved to ignore it at their briefings. 

 “Seen something interesting there?”

 If König was a few steps closer, Ghost fancies he’d be able to feel the heat rolling off his skin even at this distance. He’s carefully still, barely breathing if the sudden stillness of his mask is anything to judge. His gaze hasn’t wavered from Soap. “Ja, sir.”

 “Now ain’t that interesting,” Soap murmurs, twisting in Ghost’s hold to peer over at König, letting more of his weight sink into Ghost’s hold. “Might get to see him cry a little sooner than I thought.”

[river-fisher]

Today I offer a short story I wrote for a friend! I do want to preface that I don't write much, but it's still art that I made that I'm proud of :)

Summary - A newly turned vampire struggles with the new change. 3.5k words

Content warnings: Blood, panic attacks, vomiting.

Red stains your lips, a beautiful colour. It is deep crimson, pouring from my neck to your stomach, mine curling and twisting in turn, the butterflies make me feel dizzy.

Every last drop, none wasted, an oasis to a desert. Your thirst quenches my own for your fangs, the stinging is nothing if it can bring you life. We hold each other close as my body relaxes.

Relaxes? I'm starting to feel tired, lightheaded. That isn't supposed to happen, a sign that this path should no longer be treaded. I try to warn you, to say something, anything, to get you to stop, but the words don't come out, unable to deny you, to stop you, I choose to stay silent. If this is it, I'll let it be, for your happiness is everything to me.

And thus, the human lost consciousness. They did not wake for a very long time, stuck in their dreams. They dreamt of their loved ones, of their hated ones, of their colleagues. They dreamt of a life before the vampire. At times, it was almost like they could hear voices around them, their body cradled. They did not move, however, stuck in their blissful memories.

Eventually they ran out of memories from before, and so they remembered the first time their eyes locked with the vampire's. As if struck by lightning, their body woke up with a small shock.

They were stuck. Their body was stiff. It was dark, it was cramped. The stuffiness was almost a comfort.

They didn't try to get out at first. They laid on their back, arms crossed on their chest, as they continued to reminisce.

The good, the bad, the beautiful, the ugly.

The vampire's eyes, their hair, their face, their expressions, their fangs.

It slowly started to come back to the human.

I passed out, didn't I? In their embrace.

The human tried to move. It felt weighted, difficult, slow, like swimming through tar, but they eventually managed to lift their fingertips enough to brush up against a wooden texture not much further from their face.

Why is it so cramped?

The human knew why. They explored the cramped space, moving their body as much as they could. They realised it's box shaped. A coffin.

Ah… I’m dead. But alive? Or do I just think I’m alive? No, no, that’s wrong! I can’t be dead, this has to be a mistake!

Coming out of their hazy state, they pushed their conflicting feelings away for later. They attempted to try and open the lid. At first, they pushed lightly, but when that didn't work, they pushed harder, even harder.

They had to push with every fibre of their being, their stiff muscles almost burning from all the effort. After a moment of struggling, it worked. The lid budged. However, instead of being able to slide it open after a couple inches, they had to keep straining, each second becoming easier than the last.

Eventually, they reached a standing position. The smell of earth filled the air.

Usually, such an exercise would make them sweat and pant in exhaustion, and yet they found the exertion easy on their limbs - they didn’t ache. They felt pressure, but no pain, despite pushing out of a 6 foot hole in the ground.

They dropped the wooden lid next to a huge pile of dirt.

It took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the light, but when they finally focused, they could see that the ground was damp, the sky obscured by grey clouds. It was still light out, light enough to make out their surroundings, as well as their own form.

They looked at their hands. The usual warm undertones were gone. Looking further down, they noticed the nice clothing that they never got to wear, never finding the right occasion for it to be necessary, instead letting it feed the moths in their closet. Rubbing at their face, traces of makeup were left on their fingertips.

I was buried? Of course I was, who am I kidding. I can almost feel the phantom touch of your embrace, such a memory would usually make my heart race, and yet mine is completely still, making me feel ill. I was buried, alive, I died at your hands. My stomach curls just thinking of your fangs! I thought you’d take care of me, that it would be safe. But no, no, wait!

I was going to let you. I was going to let you keep drinking my blood, kill me…? And now I’m dead, my loved ones have left me, my house, my life.

The newly risen was filled with dread. They couldn’t deny it anymore, they were no longer human. They were now undead, a vampire. And that meant…

No.. I can’t! I won’t. I don’t have to do that. I think I’ll try to get a meal first, quench my thirst. I feel so empty, like the life is…

The vampire dared not finish the thought. Instead, they tried to think of where to go. After all, they weren't buried in an ancient tomb with gold to boot, so they have to get food another way. Dumpster diving? Getting a date somehow?

Just before their attempt to climb out of their grave, they noticed a couple bank notes left folded neatly in their coffin. Definitely not gold, but might be enough for a meal.

They crawled their way out, soiling their tidy clothes with dirt. Not that it mattered in the moment, really. Their main focus was getting something to eat, and so, they made their way from the cemetery and began to wander the streets of the small town nearby.

Over time, they did start growing anxious. They must look so strange - Their fancy clothes covered in dirt, looking so pale and sickly. Each time they caught eyes staring at them, they became more and more paranoid. What if they knew what they were? Would that make people scared of them?

A heavenly smell broke their train of thought. Their stomach rumbled to life, and so they followed the trail, like a moth to a flame, unthinking. They couldn’t focus on anything else in that moment, not the time that passed, nor the passersby. Never in their time on earth had they felt so famished, and so when they finally got close…

They were left speechless.

Some human on the ground, a horribly disfigured bike next to his bruised, bleeding knees and palms. An accident. Someone was helping him get up, which is what the vampire would’ve usually done, had the situation been any different.

All they could do was walk away.

Their walking became more and more frantic as their thoughts followed them like a shadow, never leaving them behind, becoming darker and darker as time went on.

Maybe… Maybe he just had food on him. It wasn’t the smell of blood. Blood doesn’t smell that way! Blood is rancid, blood is disgusting, blood is repulsive. It can’t be that. It’s the shock, yes, the shock! My sense of smell must simply be broken. I’m not a vampire. I’m not a vampire.

They tried to convince themself, and yet every time they bumped into a human or simply glanced at one, their eyes always focused in on their neck, their mouth salivating at the sight despite their own thoughts and feelings.

They couldn’t take it anymore, entering the closest café they could.

They did their best to act normal - forced a smile, commented that they were having a rough day to avoid suspicion, which was true, and yet it felt like the biggest lie they had ever told in their life. They were obscuring a much, much darker secret. Even when ordering and being on their best behaviour, they could barely focus on what the barista said, their eyes kept trailing from her eyes to how her throat moved when she spoke, how she swallowed.

The more they stayed there, the more anxious they got, breaking into a cold sweat, feeling nauseous just from having such impulses.

And yet they couldn’t tear their eyes away.

The moment they got their food and drink, they paid and left the establishment as quickly as they could.

They wanted privacy, to not see any other person, if only just to believe a lie for a second longer. And so, they hid behind the café in a small alleyway that was only used for throwing out garbage.

They crouched down, and dug in, eating like a starved animal, their hands becoming a mess. However, the food was lacking in flavour. At first, they thought it was simply because it might be stale from sitting in the café for too long, but when they took a sip of their coffee, the lack of bitterness gave way to fear.

I wasn’t tired after rising from my grave, I can barely taste a thing… The only time something actually smelled good was… was…

As if their self-indicted torture wasn’t enough, their stomach began to ache like never before. It twisted and contorted, almost like something was crawling inside. It started off as just uncomfortable pressure, but over time, it started feeling like something was boiling, spreading all throughout their abdomen. Despite the lack of warmth in their body, it felt like it was burning.

All the food came back up, burning their throat in the process.

Their body could no longer process normal food. They had to come face to face with that fact. And yet they couldn’t. They kept repeating the same arguments in their head as to why they could never be a vampire, trying to fool themselves and live in denial for a moment longer, despite every experience that day telling them otherwise.

The world around them turned dark. Eventually, their body eased up. They rubbed the dry tear paths from their skin, and raised their head a little.

Who am I kidding… I can’t deny it. I keep trying, and yet I know there’s no point. I’m a vampire, a filthy, filthy vampire! How could I do this to myself… How did I ever believe I could trust such a beast? Look what I’ve become, so pale and sickly, so filled with self pity. I crave blood, it smells so sweet. Just thinking about it makes me feel weak. I can’t do this.

They stood up, brushed themselves off, and started to walk. They only had one place left where they belonged. Their grave. They convinced themself that they should starve, should die. It’s only fair, craving what they do. It’d be a betrayal of what they once were if they let themself roam the streets.

And so they wandered one last time, letting the lanterns of the nearly empty street guide them back to their coffin. Passing the spot of the biking incident, they slowed down, a painful pang hitting their no longer beating heart. They felt so hungry, even hungrier than before with their stomach ravaged.

It felt deserved.

And so, the newly turned vampire kept walking. When they finally reached the gates of the cemetery, a sense of calm washed over them.

Trekking the path to their grave, the final stretch… Now they were actually ready for their eternal slumber. They were ready to close the lid and never be free again.

However, they were met with a figure next to the 6 foot hole they emerged from instead.

“Ah, there you are! I’ve been waiting for you.” The figure spoke.

“Waiting for me?” The vampire, startled, repeated.

“Yes. See, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen this happen.”

The figure shuffled closer, their face etched with experience shaded by a dark hood, making them look almost like a reaper. It felt fitting.

“Are you going to kill me?” The vampire questioned, ready to accept any fate that befell them.

“What?” The figure gave a hearty laugh, eyes crinkling around the edges. “Why would I kill you?”

“If you’ve seen this before, then…” They trailed off.

“I know what you are, yes. That isn’t a reason for murder now, is it?”

“I’d say it is.”

The figure sighed in turn.

“This is why I took the job of grave keeper. So many vampires ready to throw their un-lives away.” The groundskeeper chuckled at their own joke. “You don’t deserve to die. Nobody does.”

“I’m now the same disgusting beast as the one that turned me into one!” They argued.

“That's a rather vile thing to say.”

“It's deserved, because It’s not just their actions! I… I crave blood! I’m so hungry and so disgusting and-”

“It’s okay to be hungry.”

“No, it’s not! I can’t stomach normal food anymore, and so all that’s left is-!” The ashamed vampire cried out, turning away from the figure, shielding away from the world.

An eternity, more likely to be a moment, passed by.

“Come, let’s sit down. I know graveyards are uncomfortable for many, but I’ve always found them to be quite the opposite. It’s a peaceful, respectful place, so it's always well taken care of.” The keeper spoke with compassion. It unsettled the vampire.

And yet, when they folded their arms behind their back and started walking down a well worn path, the vampire followed suit.

They both walked in silence. After all the emotions experienced in a single day, the vampire was grateful for some time to think. Strangely, having a presence nearby made it harder to spiral.

They took in their surroundings. Graveyards had been incredibly grim when they were human - being forced to say farewell to loved ones one last time, making sure their graves were well kept. As they walked, however, the clouds cleared up. The graveyard shimmered under the moonlight, making the trees and gravestones shine almost like silver. Usually, even when the sky was clear, they would struggle to see this well.

“Everything’s so bright.” The vampire broke the silence.

“You don’t seem surprised.”

“I used to know one. A vampire, I mean.” They looked away.

“Tell me about them?” The keeper gave an inquisitive look - not forcing, yet willing to listen. After a moment, they obliged.

“I… Thought I knew them. They told me some things about their… experience. Their honesty made me feel safe. I thought they wouldn’t ever hurt me, but, well, here I am.”

“I see.”

“I mean, how could I not trust them? They were so charming and sweet and, and-” They started to smile. “But it was all a lie.” They deadpanned, the smile disappeared as soon as it appeared. “Do vampires have hypnosis? I feel like that’s what happened. Or, or maybe it was simple manipulation! I mean, why else would I let myself-” Their gestures grew more erratic by the second before they got cut off.

“Could it be that they did nothing of the sort?”

“I- huh?” The single question threw them out of their rant.

“I don’t know you, and I don’t know them. However, all people mess up, that's a universal truth. Maybe they truly didn’t mean to hurt you. Maybe their promise wasn’t a lie, just a promise that wasn’t fulfilled.”

“I… suppose.” The vampire hummed, considering it.

Can I really decide what the reason was? They did promise they wouldn’t hurt me. Were they the type to lie? Was it all calculated, or truly a mistake? Neither option makes me feel better. Does it even matter? Do their intentions matter at all? Can I even decide such a thing all alone?

Reaching a bench, their train of thought dissipated before it could reach the centre of its storm. They both sat down.

“What do I even do now?”

“Depends - do you truly wish to return to your grave, or are you willing to give this a chance?”

“Were my intentions for returning here so obvious?” The vampire looked sombre. “I… I want to live. But not like this. I’m scared of hurting someone.” They crossed their arms.

“The vampire you mentioned… Was it the first time you let them eat?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Did it hurt?”

“No...” They trailed off.

“So you don’t have to hurt anyone.”

“But I ended up like this because I let them eat. I don’t want to risk it. I don’t want anyone else to become this.” They gestured at themself.

“Then you just have to find people who are okay with the risk.”

“I- what?! Why would anyone be okay with the risk! I’m so-”

“I’ve been okay with the risk before.” The Keeper cut them off before they could start.

The vampire looked at the keeper for the first time since sitting down. They seemed… Sad.

“I used to know someone very dear to me. A vampire.” The keeper fidgeted with a gold necklace with a small gem around their neck, as though the very item made them reminisce. “They’re not around anymore, but I wish to honour their memory. It’s why I do what I do. I also get to make sure their grave is well taken care of.” They gave a weak laugh, looking up at one spot.

When the vampire followed their gaze, they saw a beautiful gravestone, carved delicately with many patterns. There were fresh flowers lining the grave, as well as some lit candles. The view, mixed with the warm, dancing flames and the glistening moonlight created a stunning sight. It also filled them with sorrow for someone they had never met.

A fellow vampire.

“...How did they die?”

“They got killed.” They replied bitterly, as if they were still unable to accept it. “Wrong place, wrong people… The world isn’t always a kind place. And the worst part is - they would’ve never hurt a fly! Always a pacifist…” They trailed off, a sad smile gracing their face.

The vampire kept quiet. They could tell the Keeper was being honest, and yet… A vampire, a pacifist? They just couldn’t believe it. It went against the very nature of vampirism. Their source of food was blood.

Their source of food is blood now.

As if it was laying dormant till they thought of food again, their stomach rumbled. The Keeper chuckled.

“You must be parched. Most vampires don’t hurt humans these days, they drink the blood of willing partners. Sometimes for life, even.” They fidgeted with their jewellery again.

“How do you even find people like that…?” They hesitated

“Usually connections. It’s almost like a secret community, quite tight knit. I’ll be sure to introduce you sometime!” They let go of their necklace, smiling at the newly turned vampire. “For now though, you really ought to eat. I can’t offer much, I’m not exactly in my heyday anymore, but it’ll be enough for the next couple of days.”

“You can’t possibly be suggesting-”

“Hey, I know I’m not a handsome youngin’, but you don’t have many options here! You were buried for a week before you emerged. You must be weak by now.”

“No no, that’s not it! I’m just… All this is new. I feel like I should be ashamed of myself.”

“You’ll adapt, just like the many before you. Feeling a little reluctance is normal - actually quite common! But it’ll be okay.” They turned towards the vampire, meeting their gaze with soft eyes.

“...Okay. I’ll trust you.”

And so, the Keeper began calmly explaining how vampires ate. It felt like the vampire was back in biology class again, with how methodical and precise the explanation was, but it was familiar and comforting. It was a way more detailed explanation than the one they got when they were alive. After all their questions were answered, and all their concerns eased, they were ready.

The Keeper rolled up their sleeve in preparation, their wrist being a spot that’s easily accessible and as non-intimate as it could be.

The vampire followed instructions as well as they could for their first time - they licked the place they were going to bite, their saliva apparently would now produce a numbing agent when they were hungry. Then, they let it work its magic, poking the spot with their finger and asking the Keeper how it felt. After a minute or so of waiting, till they were completely sure it wouldn’t hurt, they gently sunk their fangs in.

The Keeper didn’t react, whether it was because of the numbing or the many times they’ve done this before, but the vampire was still nervous. After piercing the skin, they retracted.

The smell that they now recognized as blood almost made them feel high, but they only began drinking when the Keeper gave them an encouraging go ahead.

When they obliged, their worries melted away. Blood didn’t taste like metal like it used to, instead, it had undertones of flavour they had never tasted before in their life. It truly was like an oasis, especially with how starved they were. They could almost feel their body coming to life, their muscles tensing, their body gaining warmth.

They almost felt alive.

And as their eyes opened and saw the Keepers gentle smile, they thought that maybe it truly was okay for them to live their non-life.

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Hot Wheels (a tfp fanfic)

Chapter 1: Uncanny Valley, Nevada

AO3 || Chapter 2 (peek)

Summary: So, Lena was abducted by aliens. Robot aliens. That's- no, it's not cool! She could die at any moment! So what if the red guy was hilarious to rile up and watched horror movies with her? And his husband was like the fun uncle she never had? Their boss wouldn't hesitate to step on her, and the screechy beanpole had already threatened to stab her, like, five times. She can only bullshit her way into being useful for so long. If she could just find a way to contact Miko... oh, and get help. That, too.

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When Lena thought of aliens, she pictured xenomorphs and flesh abominations like that thing from The Thing: vaguely man-ish shapes that make your brain go "Hey, I don't like that" because why does it share the same body plan as a human? Why is it trying to look like us? She was all over that uncanny valley-type shit. Invasion? Get that girl a baseball bat and some vaguely spherical objects and set her loose. Unleeess the aliens had plans to abolish capitalism - because then she'd switch up lickety-split. She was ready to bash in some billionaire brains (what little they had, heheh).

Lena never would've guessed alien cars. She didn't even think 'alien' when the door of the speed demon she giddily tried to get an autograph from opened to reveal no driver at all. The only thought running through her mind when a taser popped out of the dash was, Even the cars are opps, followed by, Jean's gonna be so pissed. Her skateboard clattered to the pavement as her body fell limp into the idling sports car. A melodious beep-beep, beep, beep-beep twittered from the watch around her limp wrist, falling silent after another light zap.

"Ohh, I'm so fragged," said the sports car. "Breakdown, how mad do you think Lord Crazy-eyes will be if I show up with a fleshie?"

Had Lena known she'd get abducted that night, she would've at least packed a sweater. Or, y'know, avoided it altogether. Catching up to the shmancy red racer with those hard-as-hell yellow rims after he dusted everyone else probably wasn't the smartest move, but excitement had won over caution. Her foster parents would be giving her the most baffled reactions if they knew, and then another conversation about impulsive thoughts that should stay thoughts and, "Where is your survival instinct, pastelita? Look: you're already giving me greys."

The day had started good. Correction: decent, considering it was hot as balls and she had a math test. On a Friday. Lena shambled through her morning routine and tied back her side-swept hair to avoid brushing it. Her baseball cap covered the shaved side, proudly displaying the number 04 stitched above the red brim. Wyatt emerged from his bedroom, a similar case of bedhead making his brown curls wilder than usual. His casual formalwear was more put-together than he, and would remain so because brushing was for dumb losers, probably.

Jean, notably not dumb or a loser, had pulled her hair up into a thick bun of dark waves; a colourful bandana laid overtop. Remarkedly more effort, made obvious by the minimal effort of matching with work overalls.

Jean squinted and gestured to Lena's hair. "You're leaving so much out. What's even the point of putting it up?"

"I like it," Lena drowsily defended, flicking her head aside to adjust the free chunk of blonde hair framing one side of her face. "It's cool."

"'Cool' when we were your age meant being able to see your whole field of vision. Eesh, at least clip it back - how do you expect to see the ball like that?" Lena responded with a shrug and Jean exhaled in a huff. "Alright, pastelita, get your 'cool'-lata in the car." Jean carried out her husband's mobility aid and said, "You want your cane, hon?"

"Eh, might as well," Wyatt said whilst fighting a yawn. "My knee doesn't want me dead today."

The three of them piled into the car and Jean pulled onto the road. Lena decided now was a good time.

"I was gonna go to the skate park after practice," she announced.

Jean glanced at her in the mirror. There went the eyebrows. "For how long?"

"Couple'a hours."

"Uh-huh." And the dubious tone...

"Promise I'll be back before dark! And Jaiden and the other skaters are gonna be there. I won't forget again."

Wyatt twisted around to see Lena better. "That's fine. Just set your watch, 'kay? Seven o'clock. I better hear that front door open before seven thirty or I'll sic Jean on you."

"Like a sack of potatoes," Jean said. The car's engine rumbled fiercely as they paused at the stop light, amplifying her threat.

Remembering last time - and the times before that - Lena's face contorted. A set of rapid nods turned her into a great impersonation of a bobblehead. "Yep. Yep. Seven. Understood." She set the alarm on her vibrantly pink watch under Wyatt's scrutiny. It beeped. He smiled, satisfied, and settled properly in his seat.

Lena helped Wyatt extract his walker from the trunk and Jean drove off with a goodbye that was far more cheerful than anyone should be this early in the morning. It was pay day, wasn't it? Lena should ask Wyatt to sneak her some coffee from the break room. He caved easy.

Wyatt went through the side door up the ramp while Lena trudged her way toward the main entrance of the school. He was thrilled for class, which made one of them. Only he could make computers and programming somehow fun. Other students waited on the sparse lawn and parking lot of Jasper Memorial High School, walking in early like punctual weirdos or loitering like her. Lena dropped her backpack and stepped onto her board, rolling around the tiny parking lot. She sourly eyed the spot of the missing bench, removed for exactly the reason one might think. Lena mourned the sick moves she got off that metal bench.

Lena spotted a kid from class studying and groaned. She'd skip, but she didn't want to disappoint her foster parents like that again. She cringed when she recalled the first time she did skip - or, rather, the first time they becameaware she'd skipped - back when she wouldn't bat an eye because what did they care? They just wanted a cheque from the state like every other family that tried to claim they 'Just want what's best for you' and then sent her back when what she wanted didn't fit those rigid little boxes.

The devastated looks on Jean and Wyatt's faces when thirteen-year-old Lena exploded at them was forever burned into her memory. She'd ran afterward, down the driveway and into the night, no destination in mind. And then Jean had found her, curled up on a kiddie slide. Lena faintly remembered the confusion of seeing Jean exit the vehicle, the tentative hope when Jean sat on the slide beside her and just... listened. No adult had ever listened to her before. That was the night Lena knew they were for real. Lena couldn't call them parents - she might never utter the words 'Mom' or 'Dad' - and that was okay. The cool couple that saw a feral pre-teen and said, "That's the one" was good enough for her. They joked about wanting a kid, but not the stress of pregnancy or toddler years. "Pre-baked," Wyatt had once teased.

Lena's hip bleeped. She paused her skating to fish out the hungry Tamagotchi clipped to her cargo pants. She'd made it her mission to care for the digital pet since Mi-

"Leee!" a voice squealed, followed by a pair of arms wrapping around her waist. "Hi!"

Hey, speaking of!

"Hi," Lena greeted with a big smile on her face. "Plans still solid?"

Lena heard Miko's grin. "Oh, yeah. I'm so pumped. Weekend Wreck-fest is in. The. Bag! I got Raf to download basically every slasher and horror onto a USB for me." Miko dangled the USB in Lena's face, and Lena stored it in her pocket.

"Suh-weet! Jean's letting us have the garage. We're gonna move the TV and couch in."

"Uh, don'tcha mean Jean is gonna move them?"

"Hey, I got muscle!" Lena flexed her arms, squishy with stubborn baby fat. Miko poked an unimpressive bicep. "These babies got me top batter."

"Is that even a real title?"

"It totally is."

"Okay, 'batter baby'."

"Batt- what?"

"Nothing, baby, what's the batter with you?"

Lena scoffed out a laugh and spun around to gently bop Miko on her massive forehead. "Dude," Lena said, "that was so bad."

"So bad it's good?"

"No, just bad." Lena playfully pushed Miko away and kicked off on her skateboard. "Where are you getting these, Puns 101 for Dummies? You gotta step up your game, dude."

Miko trailed after Lena, a bubbly bound to her gait. "Hey, I'm always at the top of my game!" A loud-ass horn honked and Miko spun around to wave enthusiastically at the green SUV. "See ya later! Put some dents in those junkheaps for me." Its headlights flashed, then Miko's friend drove off.

Lena was wary of the guy at first, but she'd never seen Miko so ecstatic as the few months she'd known him. Military, Miko had said, and then snickered when Lena mimed gagging herself.

"Not American military," Miko had clarified before going off about something else.

Lena had spoken to the SUV's owner a couple times. He went by the nickname Bulk and seemed genuine enough, nothing sinister on the surface. Friendly and loud - songs Lena recognized often blared from the speakers when he picked Miko up for sci-fi club. A goofball, and the kind of energy that got along with Miko's like a house fire. Lena was just glad Miko was making friends. Small town middle-of-nowhere America was super rough, especially for a foreign kid who couldn't fit in, and who didn't want to. A flash of orange hair caught Lena's eye. She met Vince's bitter gaze and put her finger and her thumb in the shape of an L on her forehead, sticking out her tongue for good measure. He sneered and turned back to his buddies. Lena smirked.

The bell rang. Kids funneled into the building. Lena made it halfway to homeroom before she had to navigate backwards against the sea of teenagers to fetch her forgotten backpack. She collapsed into her chair just as the pledge and national anthem started over the PA system. As per usual, Lena remained in her seat. Also per usual, the teacher glared at her. Lena passive-aggressively adjusted her baseball cap, drawing attention to the pins clustered on it that sported all sorts of slogans such as THIS LAND IS THEIR LAND and LAND ISN'T FREE. Yeah, none of the teachers liked her. But Lena wasn't here to be liked. Supposedly, she was here for an education. In a system that squashed individuality and trained students to sit down, shut up, memorize, and obey.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lena spotted Miko doodling in her sketchbook. Lena texted a sequence of emojis embodying all the joy Lena couldn't contain (unamused, several Z's, sleepy). Miko replied, equally as zealous (sick, skull, ghost).

"Girls! Phones away!" the teacher barked over announcements, tapping a ruler on her desk. "Do I need to take them?"

Lena shot over one more emoji (barf) before tucking her phone away and exchanging it for a textbook to inanely flick through, one knee persistently jiggling as it so frequently did the moment she became idle. She glanced at the clock, which hadn't moved in five minutes. Lena leaned back, suppressing a groan. The day could not be over soon enough.

Soon enough, the day was over. Thank fuck.

School dragged on and on and on, the only reprieve being lunch - when she got to lounge around with Miko at their spot - and gym class, where Lena was able to go batshit during dodgeball and climb on things that were actually meant to be climbed on (trees didn't count, according to faculty). Lena had softball practice after, and boy, was she glad Jean made her carry around a tube of sunscreen. Whoof, that Nevada sun would kill a man. Miko hung around to cheer her on and snap some pics of Lena eating dirt to touch base. Those were going in the scrapbook, for sure. A shower and chugged water bottle later and Lena was off to the skate park. Miko's ride whisked her away, her cries of, "Don't miss me too much!" on the wind. Miko hung out the SUV window, dramatically reaching for Lena like some cheesy romance flick. Lena tried to keep up on her board, and when it was time to split off, blew Miko a kiss that was caught and turned into devil horns.

Jaiden and her gang were chilling on the play structures when Lena rolled up. Jaiden and Kayla were perched atop and hanging upside-down from the spiderweb dome, respectively. Kayla spotted her first and beckoned her over.

"How's it goin', fireball?" said Tami.

"Hello, Padawan. Welcome to my zen zone," Vee said from the ground, flat on their back under a tree and beanie pulled over their eyes. The distinct scent of weed hung around Vee. Lena claimed the free swing next to Tami, who was being pushed by Theo. The group chatted. Theo made the executive decision to skate, and they all migrated over to the cement playground that served as Jasper's skate park. Jaiden, Lena, and Tami joined him while Vee and Kayla spectated, conversation topics leaping to and fro at the whims of neurodivergent teenagers.

"Yo, Lena, you hear about the race later tonight?" Jaiden said.

Suffice it to say, Lena did not stay at the park. The race location was scribbled in her science notebook, which had also coincidentally become a second doodle book for Miko. She rolled till the dirt roads forced her to kick it on foot, board strapped to her backpack.

Honk-honk!

A bright blue muscle car rumbled past. Lena trotted after it. The older teens that she stuck to like a determined burr had no interest in street races, but they kept an ear out for Lena, who absolutely did. She found the small crowd huddled around and the line-up of vehicles raring to go. Lena preferred being early to ogle at the cars and mingle, but she was happy just to be there. She recognized most of the faces. Street races were one of few recreational activities in Jasper, and they happened every other week if you knew the right people. Considering everyone knew everyone, you'd be hard-pressed not to have at least heard about it.

The blue muscle car sat in its spot, driver cool as a cucumber as she leaned on the door and chatted to whomever. Lena eyeballed the woman's cropped leather jacket and unbothered, confident demeanour. She found herself leaning against a rickety wooden fencepost, totally not mimicking the badass in blue (dammit, she totally was). The driver noticed her and smiled. For some reason, Lena's face heated up.

She called Lena over. "Hey, kid! Nice board. You get that custom done?"

"Yup," said Lena. "I love your car." And your jacket.

"Ah, thanks. Ritika's my baby; I built her from the ground up. You like racing?"

"I love racing. The speed and the- augh, the, y'know, the everything. Boom! Wah-cha!" Combined with pantomimed punches, Lena filled in the blanks. "The whole feeling."

"Ha, yeah, I getcha. Hey, you know what? I'm part of a racing league. We're always looking for new players. If you're interested someday- dhhatt. You got a pen, kid?"

"Lena," Lena said, digging a pencil out of her bag.

"Lena? Thanks for comin' out to cheer me on. My name's Sharwa." Sharwa scribbled on a wrinkled scrap of paper and passed it on. "That's our business number. Hit us up if racing for profit - or just for the hell of it - strikes your fancy. Finish school first, though, huh? Get your education. Don't wanna be a dropout like me."

I wish, Lena thought. Someone yelled; they were about to begin. Lena went to join the crowd of onlookers, but the glossy red sports car pulling up to the function stopped her in her tracks. Lena gawked. Purple flame decals embellished its crimson flanks and eye-sore yellow rims distinguished it from the rest of the competition. Sharwa called out to the driver; Lena didn't hear the reply. Sharwa was grinning. Oh, shit, did they have a rivalry going on? Racing drama!?

Lena inched closer.

"Give it your best shot," oozed a roguish masculine voice, punctuated by a rich rev of his engine. "Victory tastes so much sweeter when they try."

Sharwa laughed. "Put your pedal where your mouth is, batuni."

"Oh, I will."

Racing drama. Cool.

Engines growled. Spectators cheered. The starter raised their hat. Lena held her breathe.

The hat dropped. Dust billowed up in thick clouds as cars roared to life. Lena held her cap in place. Her eyes stung, but she couldn't look away from the beasts tearing up the road, becoming shrinking shapes on the impromptu racetrack. The setting sun burned red on the sand, transforming the desert into a sea of rust. Or blood. Lena scampered over to a cluster of boulders and scaled them. She watched, enraptured. The racers completed one lap, and there was a noticeable lead.

The red car seized a strong first. Chasing his tail was Sharwa and third place, the rest of the pack lagging behind. Red slowed down - or Sharwa caught up? - and then the 180 happened.

Red spun around, keeping his speed and maintaining his position backwards. It was the single most peacocky maneuver Lena had seen, and she was living for it. She wasn't big on NASCAR or actual cars: this is what she loved. Being in the moment, feeling the wind on her skin and the excitement in her veins. It was the thrill she chased when she rolled down steep ramps and pulled a risky stunt mid-air. It was the feeling of rejecting limits and just going for it.

The moment red finished first was the same moment the cops showed up.

"Scatter!" someone shouted, but the crowd had already dispersed. Lena dropped from her watchtower and bolted in the same direction as the victor. Cracked pavement replaced packed dirt and Lena jumped onto her board. Distant sirens wailed behind her. Shadows elongated. Lights of Jasper blinked in the low glow of dusk. Lena caught up to the taillights, to her surprise. Possible introductions ran through her head.

"Hey!" The car jolted in response. Did she startle him? "Wait up!" He sped up, and Lena yelled, "You were awesome back there! Nobody even stood a chance!"

He slowed to a crawl. Lena beamed and kicked her board up into her hands. The car's windows were tinted almost black.

"Hmm. Do go on about how awesome I am," he said.

Lena appealed to his ego with genuine compliments. He was receptive, but that changed when Lena asked him to sign her skateboard. If a car could recoil, this one would. Audible disgust dripped from his tone.

"Keep your primitive twig on wheels to yourself," he said. "There's enough filth clinging to my paint already."

Lena wrinkled her nose. "A 'no' would've worked just fine. Jeez, man. You a dick to all your fans?"

"Just the whiny ones."

Lena wasn't about to let that slide. "Alright. Why don't you come out and say that to my face like a grown-ass man?"

Now, Lena... well, she never claimed to be a genius, but picking a fight with a random man on the outskirts of town - illuminated overhead by a sketchy streetlight - would be obvious to anyone as a bad idea. If this was a horror movie, she'd be yelling at the idiot on-screen to get the fuck outta dodge. Lena, however, functioned on two modes: chilling, and throwing herself at the closest douchebag. Her street cred was insane. So when she rapped on the nearly opaque window, she expected some guy to step out and underestimate her because what could a fifteen-year-old do to him? But nobody did. She cupped a hand around her eyes to peer inside.

The wind was knocked out of her when the door flew open. She stumbled, then rounded the door to confront the-

There was no one inside the vehicle.

A taser shot out of the dashboard and delivered a hearty zap! between her eyes. She toppled forward. A seatbelt snaked around her and hauled her awkwardly into the seat.

Lena's watch beeped. 7:00 lit up the digital display.

Getting kidnapped was probably a good reason for missing curfew, right?

AO3 || Chapter 2 (peek)