#haven't done a ramble in a minute here's some guy

[fastcardotmp3]

It's hard to pinpoint, for new people, the benchmark that tells when Eddie Munson has started to feel well and truly comfortable around them.

It's hard to pinpoint because he's so amiable and outgoing from the get-go. He's so willing to jump into conversation, to start sharing his thoughts no matter if they're only half baked.

He's personality at a 10 and he's unashamed to be himself and so it's hard, for anyone new, to feel like he's been anything other than totally and utterly at ease around them since day one.

Unless, of course, they stick around long enough for it to actually happen.

Because what becomes clear, but only with time, is that Eddie Munson may be a man of frenetic performance and staccato skipping through every social interaction he encounters, but that's not him at his most relaxed. How could it be? How could it possibly, ever, be when so much of that personality was borne of necessity?

Of survival and taking the heat off of people less capable of handling it and pushing up weirdo walls most people weren't willing to figure out how to climb, and thus ensuring he'd be safe behind them. That's the big hair and big noise and big taking-up of space. That's the Eddie Munson you meet on day one.

It's when he gets quiet that the difference is obvious.

Quiet, not like shrinking or hiding, but like contentedness. Like simplicity and the easing of responsibility off of his shoulders to be anything but present.

He'll sink into a couch at a party with his friends, arm up across the back where he can absentmindedly run strands of Steve's hair between his fingers and just listen to a conversation about the Pacers that he doesn't have anything to add to, but also finds himself happy to hear just from the joy it brings Lucas and Steve.

He'll lay flat on his back in the grass with his hands propped behind his head as the sun beams down on him and listen to the whooping boisterousness of a game of frisbee between Dustin and Erica, listen to Nancy and Robin gossip on the picnic blanket beside him.

He'll come home from a long day at work and shed his shoes, his coat, his voice so strained with offering up distracting commentary to nervous first-time tattoo clients, and lay out across the couch with his head in Steve's lap.

He'll hum along to Steve's recounting of his day.

He'll listen with full attention.

And he'll do it quietly.

Because he spent a lot of years having to be something big, and no matter how much that guy is still him in one way or another, having this? This option to let the other parts of him out for air? This choice in the matter made simply by having people he's comfortable enough to shed his armor around?

Well, god almighty, his gratitude is still plenty loud.

#dot post #haven't done a ramble in a minute here's some guy #eddie munson #steddie

[ericshoney]

Sweetheart ~ Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: mentions of mental health, coping mechanisms, implied ADHD!Reader, slight innocent!reader, use of pet names (kid, sweetheart, petal, bub) in a platonic way.

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Today you woke up at twelve full of energy. It wasn't unusual for you to wake up as a bundle of joy, but the time you woke was. You usually wake up at around two or three in the afternoon, not twelve.

You had slept in Nick's bed for the night, your own room being too "boring", or that's what you told Nick as you climbed into his bed to sleep. Not that it was unusual, you and Chris both struggled to sleep alone, sometimes you'd both share a bed, giving Nick and Matt a break.

When you woke, you saw Nick still asleep besides you. Not wanting to wake him, you slowly get up and go take a shower, getting ready for the day. After a bit, you heard Nick shout.

"You in the shower, kid?" He called.

"Yeah! Nearly done!" You shouted back.

You heard him mumble an okay before you quickly finished and got out, drying your hair as you walked back into the bedroom, seeing Nick sitting on the bed, scrolling through his phone.

"Morning sweetheart." He said softly.

"Morning, how long was I?" You asked.

"Bout twenty minutes." He answered, making you nod.

Nick then went to shower and get ready as you headed downstairs to the kitchen, seeing Matt and Chris both awake. The two greeted you as you sat on the counter, swinging your legs.

"Your wearing odd socks." Matt mentioned, noticing your pink and blue socks.

"I got bored trying to find a matching pair." You confessed.

"Don't worry, petal. I'll sort it out later." He said with a soft smile. You returned it as Chris started showing you some edits on TikTok.

Nick soon joined the three of you as you then began discussing what you wanted to do for the day. The guys had a pre-filmed video so the day was yours.

"What about Target? Or the park? Or mini golf! Or what about bowling!" You rambled on quickly, making the triplets smile.

"We can do all of them bub, where to first?" Chris replied.

"Umm the park! No bowling! No mini golf! Target! Wait we haven't eaten so food!" You answered quickly.

"Sweetheart, take a deep breath. How about we go to Target, get some food and head to the park first?" Matt suggested calmly.

"Then we can go to mini golf." Nick continued.

"And end the day with bowling." Chris finished.

"Sounds good! Let's go!" You cheered, rushing to the stairs down to the car, the trio laughing softly.

"I'll get her shoes." Chris mentioned, grabbing a pair of your Converse.

By the time the triplets made it to the car, you were already sat in the back having unlocked the car, and playing a game on your phone.

"Bub, your forgetting something." Chris said, as Matt started the car. You looked up and realised he was holding your shoes.

"Oh right." You giggled, slipping them on and putting your feet on Nick's lap, letting him do your laces.

"To Target!" You cheered.

Music began to play as you looked out the window, watching the world go by and before you knew it, you had arrived at Target. The guys got out first before you, something they always did, in case you walked out in front of a car from being distracted.

"I'm gonna get some sour gummy worms!" You said, already excited for the sweet treats.

"Kid, you don't need anymore sugar." Nick said with a laugh. You stuck your tongue out as you all went into the large store.

You all started looking around, grabbing some stuff you wanted for now or later, Chris grabbed a large case of Pepsi saying he was running low, but you knew there were at least ten cans in the fridge. You then drifted away from the guys, a few fidget toys grabbing your attention.

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As you looked at the different toys, Nick, Matt and Chris started to panic, not seeing you by their side. The trio were protective over you and knew you didn't like being alone, so losing you in a large store wasn't good.

"She was just here!" Matt exclaimed.

"Where would she go?" Chris questioned.

"There!" Nick shouted, pointing out your small figure by the end of the toy aisle. You had a good handful of fidget toys now.

The three rushed over to you as you looked up at them with a sheepish smile. Knowing you made them panic.

"I got distracted..." You mumbled, holding the fidget toys.

"It's okay, petal, but tell us next time. Or grab one of us." Matt said gently, running a hand through your hair.

"Yeah bub, we don't wanna lose you in Target." Chris added.

"We're not mad." Nick reassured you, knowing you were thinking that.

"Okay! But look at these! They light up too!" You cheered, showing the brothers the toys you found. They smiled, knowing you were happy.

"We'll get all of them, sweetheart." Nick said, taking them to hold, in case anything else caught your interest.

You smiled wide as you all continued shopping before heading off to the park. The guys cherished days like this with you, knowing you'd get a lot of your energy out and be extra happy.

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[non-stop-imagines]

Mírame

From this request!💖 And a little help from this too 😚

Word Count: ~10.1k words w/ smau

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr. x Black Rapper!Reader ( JT face claim)

Warning: Smut, p in v, fingering, forced eye contact, a little bit of an innocence kink made its way in there, Twitter Environment, rude comments, mention of food Minors DNI!!! 18+

A/N: AH HA! ITS DONE AND IM SO HAPPY! I have said this so many times and I mean it everytime, thank you, thank you, thank you so much to my 🌶️ anon. For trusting me with this request, for checking in on me, and most of all for being so patient. I hope you are doing well and I hope you enjoy this. 💖 I hope you all enjoy this. I am trying to work my way to reopening my requests because I truly find pure joy in reading the ideas that you guys have. Love you all!!💖💛💖💛💖

A/N 2: All of the pictures used for the smau portions are all from pinterest and are not my own product.

Masterlist

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   You and Carlos stroll back over to his car, parked a block away from the park that Carlos took you to, Jardins Saint-Martin, just on the outskirts of Monaco. Since Carlos decided to ask you on this date at the last minute (it was about 11:00pm on Saturday, Monaco grand prix weekend), it was either this or his boat that probably was surrounded by fans in some fashion. Taking you to this park, and finding a place still open to buy ice cream before coming here, was Carlos' best shot at being alone with you.

   "Sorry the date seemed so…basic. I wish I could've taken you somewhere fancier, but I was so nervous about asking you on a date that I didn't do it until late." He's been wanting to do this since he met you at the Miami Grand Prix. When he first saw you peeking into the Ferrari garage as a celebrity guest at the race, he had never plotted so quickly to get someone's number. You were…different. In a good way. You were dressed sexy yet classy, obviously comfortable in your own skin, and you weren't afraid to be expressive when talking with anyone. Heck, when you first talked to him, he could tell you were nervous, but it still did little to dull the fire in your conversation.

   "So, this is yours, huh?" Carlos had led you into the open garage while everyone else focused on a different celebrity that had made their way over.

   "Sí. Not what you expected, huh?" He smiles and watches you closely observe the race car, your eyes tracing its curves while Carlos' traced yours.

   "To be honest, I don't know what I expected. I mean it tried to learn as much as I could about the sport once I learned I was invited, but I didn't really focus on the cars. Mainly teams, drivers, less technical stuff." You were rambling. You knew you were rambling, it always happened when you were around someone you found attractive. "But I do know that this does not look like any Ferrari I've seen." Mental facepalm. Of course not, it's a goddamn race car. You could feel your chest squeezing, scared that your awkward remark wouldn't elicit a response from the driver, but instead the faint sound of an exhaled chuckle shocks you.

   "I know. It's smaller. And seems a bit less safe, but what do I know?" Your tension melts a bit as Carlos makes a joke just as terrible as yours. You continue observing the car, walking around and tilting your head, hair falling gently around your face.

   "Sorry, I'm being so quiet. I just think it's so cool seeing one of these up close." You saunter back over to Carlos, eyes still on the car, not to observe it, but for the purpose of avoiding the intense eye contact that he was trying to initiate, mentally urging you to look at him.

   "So, uh, you make music, no?" This gets you looking at him for a moment, only to answer the vague question.

   "Uh, yeah. I'm a rapper. You probably haven't listened to my stuff, though. Probably not your speed." You flash a small smile then look away again, observing the car one last time before turning your attention to the rest of the garage. Little did you know, that smile knocked Carlos off his feet, and he wanted it to happen again.

   "Maybe I have, maybe I haven't, but I would like to. Here." This brought your attention to his face then his phone that was unlocked and open for you to go to your music. "You can just add yourself."

   "You know you could've done this yourself…" You smile to yourself as you search your name.

   "I know, but now you can put your number in, too." You stopped what you were doing to look up at him, squinting and grinning.

   "Ah, smooth. I see where the nickname comes from." You chuckle and go to do as told, adding your number to his contacts.

   "Thank you. I'm glad you said it because if I said it, it would have been too cheesy." He exhales a laugh, searching your face for amusement, which he finds once you go to hand his phone back.

  "You know, I would've given you my number if you just asked." You didn't know what to do with your hands. If you were bold, you would have allowed your hand to run along his toned arm, but you settled on just letting your hands be expressive as you spoke, lazily pointing an acrylic clad finger.

   "Maybe, but this is more fun." Carlos smiled, a smile that accentuated his bottom lip, making you instinctively and stealthily dart your tongue out onto yours.

   After the brief moment of the poorest example of attraction projecting body language imaginable, it was soon time for you to continue on to God knows where because you weren't paying attention before, and for Carlos to start Friday practice prep, even though he definitely wouldn't be paying attention. He would be thinking about how he was going to text you, call you, something.

   It took him 3 days to text "Hi" and you 5 seconds to respond 

   Okay, so fire was an exaggeration, but you didn't know any better.

   "I thought the date was nice!" You hesitantly reach out for his hand. The motion was initially instinctive, your hand acting on its own, and once you realized what you were doing, you began to pull back, but it was stopped and encased by Carlos' before it was fully retracted, and he continued the conversation like nothing happened.

   "No, no. It could have been nicer. I just didn't give myself enough time." Your heart was racing, and this was when you realized you were still looking at entwined hands and not the man speaking to you, so you quickly refocused yourself.

   "Really, I wouldn't know the difference anyway, I have nothing to compare it to." Carlos tilts his head quizzically at your implication so you continue to explain, chuckling. "I've never been on a date before." 

   "Wait, no? Haven't you had a boyfriend or something?" His thumb starts to move over your fingers and your brain short circuits, your eyes cutting back to your hand.

   "Uh, no. No, I haven't. So I definitely don't know what I'm doing and I wouldn't know better as to whether or not this was the worst date a person could've ever had." You finally got your brain to work again and smiled nervously as you spoke, watching a look of disdain settle into Carlos' face.

   "Well, I wouldn't say all of that, but…wow, I can not believe you've never had a boyfriend." You were greatly enjoying Carlos' shock, but you go on to explain a little.

   "I've been focusing on my music career since I was 16, so someone would literally have had to hold a sign up in my face and shout that they like me for me to even consider the possibility of them wanting to go on a date with me." You giggle nervously, the disdain on his face shifting to curiosity as his eyes traced every part of your face over and over again.

    "So would that be necessary now?" A grin tugs at the right side of his mouth and it seems like he keeps having to pull his eyes from your lips.

   "No, that won't be necessary. Just a simple 'I like you' would be fine." Your laugh was looser this time, and you finally let loose a full smile, displaying shallow dimples and accentuating your lips. Carlos looked at you like a shooting star that had just whizzed by, disappearing into the horizon all mysterious and sparkly.

    "Well, I like you, a lot. And I want to take you on more dates, and be whatever other first I can be for you." His grin slowly fades but it doesn't take away the sincerity in his eyes and his words, now unabashedly staring at your lips. 

   "Oh. Well i- I've, um, never, uh, kissed anyone before." There was obvious hesitation in your statement, knowing it was a bold move for you, slightly surprised at the smile that landed on Carlos' lips.

   "I am so glad you said that." You knew what was coming, especially once you felt him pull you closer with your hand, beginning to lean in, but for some reason you failed to take any steps to reciprocate the action, eyes wide open, watching him lean in for the kiss but stop centimeters away. "It's better if you close your eyes, I promise." Carlos chuckles at the shocked face you looked at him with, his eyes still trained on your plump parted lips.

   "Yeah, I know. I don't know why I didn't…let's-uh-try again." You pinched the bridge of your nose in embarrassment, resetting your brain to try the moment again. Eventually you gaze back up at him, first taking a moment to admire the man in front of you, failing at hiding a laughing grin while you got lost in his eyes.

   Carlos, on the other hand, his mind was going berserk. The eyes you looked at him with were so innocent and trusting, even further indicated by how you, unprompted, fluttered your eyes closed prepared to try your first over kiss again. He had to indulge his own self for a moment, testing the waters to see if he could prove his theory, even the slightest bit, so he unnecessarily lifts your chin and tilts your head to your right, each move smooth and gentle, and with both moves you allowed yourself to follow the modification unhesitatingly, keeping your eyes closed. "Perfect." He finally leans down to kiss you, first just the soft press of each other's lips, you getting used to the foreign, intimate feeling, but after that moment Carlos slots his lips between yours and you try your best to keep up, mimicking his lip movements to the best of your ability. Carlos was considerate of the situation though and held off on the tongue, instead opting for manually lifting and wrapping your arms around his neck and then circling his own around your waist to make the kiss deeper. Your lips were glossy and pupils were dilated upon pulling away from the kiss, chest heaving with slow deep inhales.

   "How was that?" The look you gave him seeked approval, or at least constructive criticism, on your kissing ability. Carlos just like that his opinion mattered so much to you.

   "I feel like I should be asking you that, no?" He keeps a tight grip on you with one hand as he uses the other to gently rake through your hair, fingers going just deep enough to manipulate the top layer.

   "Oh, well you've done this before. I'm the one that needs pointers." You move your arms to wrap them around Carlos' torso, giving your shoulders a rest 

   "You need no pointers." He leans down to give you another lip slotted kiss.

   "Oh, thank you. I-uh- you're not too bad yourself." Carlos just chuckles at your awkward comment and leans in for more kisses, testing the waters more and more to see how deep he could make them, how much more tongue you would allow, and smiling at how you didn't know what to do with the small introduction to the appendage. It was you who had to break up the moment, wedging your arms between you two. "Don't you have a curfew or something? The race is tomorrow right?"

   Carlos wasn't going to lie, he completely forgot it was a race weekend. He was so enamored by you just being here, how when you were with him you exuded a, now more understood, innocence that is hidden behind the nature of your fame. "Not if I pretend I don't." He shines a devious grin at you, and you have to reboot your brain to remember what you were going to say.

   “No, I’m not gonna be the reason you break curfew or whatever.” You try and wave away his eyes that were trained on your face, but his lips approaching your neck, and the reflexive tilt of your head to give him more surface area, shut you right up.

   “Fine, I guess you’re right." He says with his lips brushing deliciously against your ear, then pulls his face away and extends his arm past its previous home if your waist to open the car door for you. He has to move his face into your line of sight, which was off in the distance just past his left shoulder as you contemplated your situation, and use his eyes to motion you into the car.

   "Thank you again, for tonight. I had a nice time." You spoke as you buckled your seatbelt, realizing that was something you did often when you were able to, occupying yourself with something else to avoid having to look Carlos in the eye. He wasn't going to stand for that though, so once he was in and the car was started, he turned his body to you and tilted your chin up so you would look at him.

   "That's good to hear." He brings you forward for a kiss, again testing your response to the addition of his tongue to the equation, liking the effort that you put into following his lead. He didn't worry, though. He knew he had time with you. "When you get to the paddock tomorrow, go to the Ferrari building. I'll make sure they have a garage pass for you." You just nod, eyes dazed and trained on his lips before flicking up to his own deep brown irises, and he couldn't help leaning in for another brief make out session. After kissing you the first time, your first time, he became immediately obsessed with it, trying to teach you and get you to follow his lead each time, and loving that you were a fast learner. 

   After some driving, more kissing, and stealthily making it back to the hotel room, "Good nights" and confirmation for tomorrow's plans were made and, eventually (because Carlos wouldn't leave unless you looked at him while talking to him) you both were in your assigned rooms, wondering what would come of that night.

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yn_music Red on me like Ferrari 💋🌶️🏎️

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user1 New music soon? 👀♥️

>yn_music We workin, don't you worry boo💋

>user1 I literally screamed and threw my phone

>yn_music Hope your phone's okay 😬

normani It's giving 90s dream girl 📷♥️

>yn_music 💋

user2 Uhhhh, Carlos, whatchu doin here blud?

>user3 Apparently they seemed pretty close during the Miami GP

>user2 She was at the Miami GP!?!?

>user3 Yeah! And there were seen in the garage Thursday talking and possibly exchanging numbers 😶

>user2 This is the best possible wag announcement I've ever experienced

user4 I refuse to believe that Carlos Sainz is seeing someone that makes music like hers 🤷🏽‍♀️

>user2 why are you even here

   "I'm sorry. Can you just explain to me one more time why you stopped me?" You let your fingers just barely run through the top of your hair, taking a deep breath and glaring at the man standing in front of you.

   "We have received a couple of complaints regarding your attire and so we have to ask you to cover up." The man in the bright yellow security jacket looked just as done as you did, but you didn't care.

   "Okay, I'm not trying to be difficult or anything, but I have seen outfits much worse than mine and yet I'm the one that gets stopped? I just don't…" Your response may have been directed to the security guard, but it was more for your own sanity trying to keep yourself calm. "Respirar" You repeat the Spanish word taught to you by Carlos for whenever you felt anxious or overwhelmed, inhaling as you say it and then releasing a long exhale. "Let me just-Do you think we could go over to the Ferrari motorhome? Carlos was the one who invited me and maybe he would be able to help…”

   “Ma’am, please. We don’t need to get anyone else involved. Just cover up or else I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” The guy reaches out to guide you by your arm but you pull back from his reach, taking a singular step back.

   "First of all, do not touch me. I did not give you permission to touch me. Secondly, I am not going to cover up because there is nothing wrong with my outfit, and it is entirely too hot to do so. Please can we just-I texted him, hopefully he's by-oh!" You felt a hand touch your lower back ever so lightly, making you jump and a flash of anger come over you very briefly before looking to your right and seeing Carlos flash a grin at you. The more severe part of your frustration melted away with the presence of the man beside you, softening your demeanor and allowing him to press a kiss to the top of your head and subsequently fix any bit of hair that came out of place due to the action.

   “Hello.” He still had that grin on, but you could tell it got brighter the longer he looked at you, the more his eyes wandered around your appearance.

   “Hi.” All you could muster was a tired grin to reciprocate, drained from the previous encounter, which made Carlos even more adamant to squash whatever problem you frenziedly and vaguely texted him about. So, after protectively wrapping his arm around your waist, he turns to the man that was previously hounding you about your outfit.

   “So, what’s the problem?” The glare Carlos gave the man could have set the guy’s hair on fire if Carlos willed it. He was messing with his girl, and he wasn’t going to stand for it.

   “Oh, s-she is a guest of yours…” The man started fidgeting with his jacket, pulling at the bottom hem and scrunching up the sleeves before finally just settling on crossing his arms. 

   “Yes. My girlfriend if you want to be specific. So, what is the problem you are having with my girlfriend?” Silence. That is all that followed the question, and it caused the world to just fade away, leaving just you three. Carlos, silent and waiting for an answer. The man, silent and feeling like an ass as he racked his brain for a way to talk himself out of the situation. You , silent and waiting for something to unfold, and then finally registering Carlos’ words but too nervous to say anything. When enough time passed to irritate him, Carlos turned to you for an answer. “What happened?”

   “Um, uh..” Your first instinct was to look away, anything for you to not have to endure the intenseness of Carlos’ frustrated stare. You click your long, decorated nails together, trying to find your words again, surprised by the gentle finger that guides your eyes to his.

   “Mírame. You can tell me.” His glare softened when he turned to you, willing you with his eyes to speak and trying to telepathically convey that it was a safe space to tell him the full story.

   “He told me that there have been people complaining about my outfit and that I can either cover up or leave.” Even though it was hard to initiate eye contact with Carlos, maintaining it was a piece of cake. Getting lost in the dark irises of a gaze that could go from playfully wide to sultry squint was effortless for you, and you eyes seemed to follow the motion of his as he checked out your entire outfit, oversized and low buttoned white dress shirt and blue jean mini skirt down to the gold accented thigh high boots, a sexy elegant look which was one of the many looks he loved to see on you, and definitely did not see a problem with.

   “You must not have been doing this for long because I have seen much worse outfits walking through the paddock.” His hand slid from your waist to your hand as he mildly pointed a finger at the man before turning to you. “You look great today, by the way.” Since a true response would make you dip into having to initiate eye contact again, all you could do was bashfully grin at the ground. “Now, we have somewhere to be, and I think you should go take a break, and just not come back, so you don’t disturb anyone else, okay?” He checks to ensure he had a firm grip on your hand before hastily walking away toward the Ferrari motorhome, but when you guys get close instead of going to the building you two turn toward the garage entrance, stopping along the wall just as you turn down the long walkway. It was only at that moment that you realized Carlos was dressed in his race attire, only haphazardly with the suit pulled up onto his shoulders but mostly unzipped, and your eyes couldn’t help but follow his hands as the quickly performed that task. “That was stupid, I don’t know why…” He mumbled that to himself as he finished strapping himself into his race suit. “I’m sorry about that girlfriend thing. I-”

   “Don't be sorry.” You answered quickly and made sure your eyes met his. When Carlos said that in his haste to defend you, sure you heard an inflected emphasis on the word "girlfriend", that was a pleasant pillow that you were able to rest on while he handled the situation.

   “What, you want to be my girlfriend?” His smirk acted as your reminder that you were holding eye contact, making you want to shrink back down in embarrassment, but you didn’t allow yourself to, and you knew Carlos wouldn’t allow it either.

   “If you don’t mind being my first boyfriend.” You shrug timidly, and smile just as wide as Carlos does after your answer. You could tell Carlos was racking his brain for his next steps with how quick his eyes flashed over you, finally landing on your lips as his hand rested on your shoulders to pull you in for a kiss, quick but still held the happiness he wanted to convey.

   “I told you I want to be all of your firsts. Even though I wanted this to be a bit more special. Flowers and everything.” He pushes your hair behind your ear and finds his eyes moving back and forth between yours again.

   “Yeah, I remember.” Your eyes reluctantly peeled themselves away from his and traveled down to his race suit, pulling you back to the present as your hands act on their own to turn him toward his garage. “Go, please I’ve held you up long enough. What is this anyway? Practice?” Since landing in Britain that morning, you have been non-stop trying to get to the track, so you haven’t kept track of the schedule for the day.

   “Eh, no. Qualifying.” This only made your eyes widen and caused you to put more force into pushing him into the garage.

   “What the fuck!? You could’ve told me! Go, go, I probably completely ruined your concentration.” You continue to push but the action is interrupted by Carlos delicately pulling you around to his front and pulling you close to him wrapping your arms around his waist. His hands found their home on the sides of your shoulders, steadying you for another kiss, meant to calm your worries but also because he found your concern endearing.

   "I'm more than prepared. Trust me. I'll see you later, cariño." He jogs off to his side of the garage, having to leave you at the entrance, but you eventually make your way in, standing behind the barrier separating the guests from the rest of the garage, pulling on headphones and waving at his cousin before finally turning your attention to the main event.

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   "Okay, hold on one more moment, cariño. Keep your eyes closed.” You’re walked out of the bathroom that you were very quickly whisked into when you arrived at Carlos' room. Though your eyes were closed, they could still sense the soft glow of what could possibly be candle light, and the lack of sight didn't stop your nose from breathing in the fresh perfume of flowers, though you were unsure what kind. You waited patiently, jumping ever so slightly at the feeling of Carlos' hands over your closed eyes and the faint touch of his breath on the back of your neck. "Alright, open."

   You open your eyes to, as you suspected, the dim, warm lights of several candles around his hotel room, a bouquet of roses on the bed that was sprinkled with rose petals. "Oh, Carlos…" You could've cried. Just a few months ago, you weren't even thinking about being in a relationship, let alone being in one with someone like Carlos, but here you are, with this man who thinks the world of you, and shows it not only in his words but in his actions. 

   "I wanted to get more balloons, but this is what I could get in such short notice." He had his arms wrapped around your torso and his chin rested on your shoulder as you looked at the beautifully decorated room, but you wanted to look at him instead, so you turned around in his arms to hook yours around his neck.

   "You're too much." You slowly lean in for a peck, smiling with each one that follows.

   "I know." You both chuckle as you go to playfully hit his chest. "You deserve this all, I hope you know that."

   "I'm trying too, but still, thank you, Carlos." You go to rest your head on his chest, but you're startled by a sudden exclamation of mild disdain from him.

   "Aye, Carlos is too formal." You eyebrows furrow briefly at him and shift your jaw as you think.

   "Okay, so, um, what then?" Your eyes were wide and surprisingly innocent compared to the usual sultry look you had.

   "Papí. I think that would have a nice ring coming from you." He couldn't help but lean in for another kiss from you. Your lips were his favorite part of you and the feeling of them on his own was his favorite feeling in the world, you embracing him second for the time being.

   "Okay. Thank you, Papí." You place another peck in his waiting lips, liking how the nickname rolled off your tongue.

   "You deserve it, mí amor." A kiss to your cheek begins to trail down your neck, reaching a tender spot that elicits a moan that shocks you but pleases him.

   "Oh. I don't know wh-" Your automatic apology was interrupted and excited Carlos.

   "Let's see if we can do that again." The kisses continued, making it the first time anyone has ever explored the erogenous points on your body. 

   Well, he was at least able to get around to anything above the shoulders.

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carlossainz55 Amor ♥️

user5 This is the hardest soft launch I've ever seen

user6 My happiness depends on these two making it so just everyone be quiet and let them live

>landonorris I agree with them ☝🏼

kaliuchis Mamí ‼️‼️‼️🥵🥵🥵

user7 I'm gonna need pointers because I still don't know how you snatched Carlos Sainz 🧐

>yn_music Be awkward as fuck in the Ferrari garage 🧍🏿‍♀️

user8 This is not gonna last I'm calling it rn 🫥

>user9 She probably whined and cried for him to do that for her 🙄

>carlossainz55 Try again. This time pull your head out of your ass so you can think clearer

   You were in the zone, posing as music played in the studio. That was truly the only way you could even begin this shoot as the only things covering your upper body were fake butterflies, but as you got well into the shoot those nerves melted away and you were just vibing to the music. After a couple more shots, the photographer called you over to take a look at what they had gotten and while you were studying each shot you received a tap on the shoulder.

   "Papí!" You turn around and fling your arms around your boyfriend’s neck, his warm woodsy scent, a slightly sweet tinge at the end, swirling around your head. When you pull away, he hands you the robe that you left in the make-up area, aware of the qualm you had about being too exposed for long periods of time, and you graciously and quickly accept it before hanging your arms around his neck again while he brings you closer to him by your hips.

   “Te ves hermosa, cariño. That color is perfect on you.” You looked at him with a dopey gaze, poking out your lips to accept the kiss he was leaning in for.

   “Gracias, Papi.” You guys make your way toward the make up area, which in a large open area such as the studio this was taking place, is a small portion of the large room partitioned off, a clothing rack and a vanity in the vicinity. "What are you doing here?" You sit in the chair facing the vanity, your hand in the unwavering grasp of your boyfriend who walks around to stand in front of you.

   "What, I can't come see my girlfriend?" His eyes wandered around your intricate makeup, while he spoke and you could feel your face heat up and your heart begin to race as he placed you under his adoring gaze.

   "Well, I mean, it's just unexpected for you to be in L.A. when you're supposed to be in Singapore by tomorrow. Wouldn't this fuck up your sleep schedule?" You bring your other hand up to accompany the one already in Carlos' grasp, swinging his arm, eventually turning your attention to the group of hands.

   "Eh, maybe. Maybe not. I guess we will see." He shrugs and then uses his free hand to tilt your head up. "I couldn't pass on a chance to see mi cariño."

   "Oh." He removes his finger and your eyes go back to your guys' hands, to his dismay. But his ears perked when you voluntarily looked back up at him. "I am really happy to see you.”

   It was simple what you said, but it was how you said it that made the moment a sticky-sweet one. “I’m happy to see you too, amor.” He bent in to press a kiss to your lips and then examined your eyes. “Have you eaten? Are you hungry?”

   “Oh, no. I’m fine. They provided food." You tilt your head to the table off to the side, and Carlos' eyes are assaulted with the sight of boring looking sandwiches and various fruits and vegetables. He knew you well enough to know that you would only eat what was over there if you had to. But he was there, so you didn't have to.

   "Are you sure you don't want me to get you something, mí corazon?" Corazon. The nickname that you loved and feared the most for the sheer fact it is a sign that you had to be vulnerable. If he called you by that, it meant that he could see through whatever front you were putting up and that you had no choice but to voice whatever was on your mind. A complaint, your feelings on something, an idea you have. He was there to listen, and you were trying to remember that.

   "Well, um, there is this taco place, I think it’s about a block away, they have these amazing carne asada fries with queso, guacamole, pico, sour cream…” Your stomach growls at your descriptive request, and you look up innocently at your boyfriend, who grinned at you like you were a precious jewel.

   “Got it. I think I saw it on my way here. Uh, what about coffee? You seem a little tired.” He reaches to your hair, a feather light touch barley even altering the already perfectly set hair.

   “No, I-uh…” You stop your refusal, feeling Carlos’ intense gaze on you, just waiting for you to lie so he could say something, so you conceded and told him the truth. "Yes, a coffee would be nice." You give him a worn grin and lean into the forehead kiss that he gently guides you into by the back of your head.

   "Okay, mí amor. Iced Macchiato, extra espresso shot, sweet cream cold foam…do you want extra caramel this time?" You look up and slowly nod at him, leaning in for one last peck on the lips. "Okay, I'll be back. You keep being sexy." 

   "I'll try." This was preceded with a girlish giggle, and you were reluctant to let go of his hand, holding on until his arm was extended to its fullest extent. "Love you." 

   Carlos stops in his tracks. Sure, this wasn't the first "love you" shared between you too, but he was sure this was the first time you've said it first. "I love you too, mí cariño." He backtracks to kiss you again, soft and slow, before you finally let him leave.

   He came back with the food and coffee about 30 minutes later and stayed for the entire rest of the shoot, his presence a comfort you didn't know you needed until he was there. He left for the race early the next morning, even though he knew he would be arriving halfway through the media day, it was worth being with you those extra few hours.

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carlossainz55 Sexy as always 🥵 Pre-race weekend time well spent cariño ♥️😘

>landonorris Why do I feel like there is some deeper meaning behind this 🤨

>yn_music Don't look to deep into it, it's not for young eyes 👶🏼

>landonorris You're literally a year older than me???

saweetie Y'all don't fuck wit her 🤞🏿💖🤞🏿💖

>yn_music ♥️

>saweetie I've got a shoot next week, you think your man can come bring me some food?

>carlossainz55 She has told me that since you and are her friends I am obligated to. Just tell me when and where 🫡

user10 A lewk❗ Ate left no crumbs❗ Slay hunty to the boots down❗Serving cunt❗

>yn_music You just using them all, huh? 😭

>user10 I just love you so much 🥲

>yn_music ♥️

user11 So we're praising her being basically nude...got it ✔️

>user10 You just wish you looked that good basically nude 💁🏾‍♀️

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carmenmmundt Can't wait to see you this weekend, lovely ☺️

>yn_music I say the moment I see you we flake on our boyfriends and go get some drinks

>carmenmmundt Deal 🤝

>user12 Hmmm? You two are besties and no one decided to tell us?? Surprises around each corner this season

   "Amor, can you grab the salad de la navera, por favor?" Reyes instructs as you two move around the kitchen to grab the finishing touches on the dinner that was happening out on the patio of the large Madrid home. It was only you two in the kitchen, as desired by Carlos' mom, while he, his sisters and various other family members stayed out on the patio while Carlos Sr. grilled.

   "Okay, here we are." You set the bowl on the counter and then turn to lean against it as you watch her put finishing touches on various other fragrant side dishes.

   "Gracias, amor." When she gets done turning off the burners of the stove and wiping her hands clean, she whirls around to look at you, a soft content grin on her face as she eyed you up and down, meeting your eyes when she's done. "You are such a lovely girl. And not just beautiful, pero tu aura, how comfortable you are with yourself and how it naturally makes other people more comfortable around you. That's a gift."

   "Thank you, Miss Reyes. You don't understand how nice that is to hear. With so many people talking about my relationship with Carlos, thinking they know what's going on…it's just nice to hear. Especially from you." Your heart fluttered at the compliment. You weren't one to be phased by online comments, but there was a small morsel of your mind that was worried the comments would influence those close to Carlos, convince them that you weren't good for him, but that has been far from the case. They all loved you, and that was an understatement. His mom and sisters would always steal you away from him the moment you guys walked through the door, and his father treated you like his own.

   "And Carlito, he-I have never seen him so in love with someone. When he calls me, two things he talks about, driving and you." You had to do something with your hands as you felt Reyes' adoring eyes focus hard on you, making you mildly nervous.

   “I’m sure my friends would say a similar thing about me. All I do is focus on my music and talk about Carlos.” You chuckle and bring your hand to your hair to shake it out and push some of it backwards. “I always feel like a lovesick teenager when I talk about him. I get giddy about the stupidest stuff.”

   “As you should, mi amor. He always talks about how proud he is of you. How you’ve allowed yourself to be vulnerable. How you've been learning to voice your needs. And, eh, this last one coming from my own hopes, but I hope he is showing you what a good relationship is supposed to be. Even if he is not your only one, I hope he is a good one.” She takes a step towards you and lays a soft hand on your cheek, and you naturally lean into the motherly touch, your lips twitching into a grin.

   “He’s been a great one. He’ll be a tough act to follow, if it comes to that of course.” You two share a quiet moment after that, like a mother watching her daughter fall blissfully in love and being comforted in the fact that she is being loved back two fold.

   “Bueno. Now, let’s talk about that new song of yours while we bring the rest of this food out.” She nods her head at the salad bowl and plate of rosquillas sitting on the island behind you and turns around to grab the dishes behind her and leads the way to the patio where the rest of the family was.

   “Oh, that. I-” You follow quickly behind her, preparing an answer to explain the content of the song but the answer you get before you’re able to finish is one that you should’ve expected.

   “I love it. It’s on my workout playlist.” She turns to the side to walk through the door to ensure that nothing hits the door frame, watching her step as she does so, and you follow her lead, dumbfounded by her confession. “You never need to worry about your music with me amor. I love everything you make because it’s you. You need to take some advice from your own song. Aye,¿cuál era la línea? Ah, ‘I’m that bitch, give a fuck who don’t like me.’” Reyes’ recitation of the lyric invites a playful, riot-like response, a jumble of "Mamí!" and "Tía!" erupting from the group on the patio.

   "Thank you, Miss Reyes. I'm very happy you enjoy the song." You say this through intermittent chuckles as you walk over to the other side of the table, to where you're greeted by your boyfriend trying to take the bowl of salad and plate of dessert from you because he never lets you do any labor if you don't have to, while a similar gesture unknowingly happened in the same moment with his mom and dad. The difference in the moment is, that while Reyes allowed the gesture to happen, used to Carlos Sr.’s impromptu help, you kept the serving dishes in your grasp, telling Carlos that you had it and giving him a short kiss on the way by.

   You two had an audience for that entire interaction, you walking by, Carlos' eyes watching you the entire, and the bright, eye crinkling smile he gave you once you turned to him after placing the dishes down, bringing you into his arms and giving you a deep kiss. He then plops into the chair he was previously sat in, bringing you down onto his lap, eliciting a giggle from you in the process. "So, what did you and my mom talk about in there?"

   "Oh you know, the usual. Food, music…how you're absolutely obsessed with me and can't live without me." You calmly comb your fingers through his hair as you spoke, slowly getting more focused on actually fixing the tousled look of his hair, until his right index finger tilts your head down slightly so you were looking in his eyes.

   "Todo es verdad, mí cariño." You lean down to receive the kiss his partially puckered lips offered, the only thing your brain could register doing is allowing your eyes to travel the hills of his face and lean your head into the light touch his fingers gave the back of your ear following his gentle modification of how your hair fell in front of your face. "Oh!" His sudden exclamation made you flinch slightly and perk you head toward him, eyes widened in surprise, silently waiting for him to continue. "Move your stuff into my room tonight, please. I do not know why you slept in a different room last night, anyway." His index finger continued to lightly scratch at the back of your ear.

   "Oh, yeah. I was so tired last night after traveling, and it was, like, instinct to go to another room at your parents house because that's what I did the last time we came here. But, um, I will. I did miss you last night." 

   "I missed you too. You have no idea how much I missed you." His eyes traipse around your body suggestively, before silently coaxing your eyes to his. Your head follows the guide of Carlos' hand to meet his lips in a couple of light, languid kisses, that is until you hear a low grunt and turn around to see his cousin playfully rolling his eyes at the precious interaction.

   "Consigue una habitación." This was whispered under Oñoro's breath, and a cheesy smile plastered its way onto his face when Carlos' hand briefly leaves your hip to swat at his cousin, a flurry of giggles coming from all parties.

   "Sólo estás celoso." His arm wraps back around your waist and hand gravitates back to your hip, clasping his other hand that has now settled in the same location, hugging your body closer to him.

   "No, he's just mad that I beat him at Padel last time we were here and I could probably beat his ass again." Carlos brings his head adding a curiously raised eyebrow to his amused visage. "He still doesn't understand how I did it with the long nails." You click your, now moderate length (moderate compared to the usual length you get), nails as a subconscious supplement to your coy answer, a complete contrast to the response that comes from the man seated next to you two.

   "You shouldn't have even been able to hold the racquet with those things." Though loud, the tone of his answer was more comical, a chuckle laced throughout his words.

   "Aye, don't be a sore loser." They childishly swat at each other for a couple of seconds before Carlos' attention abruptly moves back to you. "You move to my room tonight, bueno?"

   "Bueno, papí." You press a gentle kiss to his nose and then a few slow exaggerated ones to his lips. Nothing too deep, not in the company of family, only lips were involved, but there was a conscious effort on your part to put most of your attention on his bottom lip, sucking and kissing it.

   Soon it was time to eat and you had to move to your own chair, much to Carlos' dismay.

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   Three slow knocks to his bedroom door made Carlos rise from his bed and slowly stalk over and swing it open, slowly pulling your tiresome frame into his arms.

   "You moved my stuff already." You mumble into his chest, the scent wafting from him swirling around you, making you realize exactly how much you missed him last night. How perfect he would have been to cuddle up next to, be wrapped in his warm embrace…

   "Cariño? You there?" He makes a knocking noise while pretending to knock your head to grab your attention. You didn't realize how tired you were.

   "Yeah, yeah. I, um…" Your response acted as go-ahead for Carlos to press slow kisses up your neck and behind your ear, a location that he would pepper with his lips when he wanted to mess with you, make you mewl quietly and immerse yourself fully in the sensation. He loved it, watching your face show a level of eros that would rarely reveal itself. He always wanted more, wanted to move further down your body, explore areas that are always tortuously covered in clothes, but he was adamant in not doing so until you were absolutely sure. Until you yourself initiated something.

   "You must be so tired, amor. Can't think straight." He pushes his hands beneath the baggy long sleeve you wore, fingernails grazing the skin of your back, one hand leaving its post for a fleeting moment to push closed the bedroom door, your lips held captive by his.

   "Mmm…no. No. I, uh, I just gotta go do something real quick. I'll be back." It took a moment for you to escape Carlos' hold, you practically wearing him like a backpack until you disappeared behind the bathroom door. He slowly saunters over to the bed, stopping momentarily when he hears you screech out "You even organized my stuff in the bathroom!" 

   After about 15 minutes, you emerged from the bathroom and laggardly made your way toward the bed, where Carlos was engrossed with something on his phone. That is, until he could see you approaching him in his peripheral, making him intuitively set the device down and accept you crawling into bed with him. He noted your change in attire, tight shorts and a baggy shirt, a change from the long sleeve and sweatpants you had on moments before. He also noted your hesitancy in climbing onto the bed, as if you played out an entire scenario while standing at the side before just climbing in and laying to the left of him, turning to your side to wrap your arms around his left arm and to drape a leg over his hip.

   Originally, you both just layed there, intertwined, Carlos ready to go to sleep with you finally there beside him, but that when he felt soft, timid kisses being placed up his neck. He couldn't help but smile endearingly at your attempt to set a mood, working diligently to hold in a chuckle with each unsure kiss you pressed with your pillowy soft lips. It was similar to a doe taking a chance to walk up to you, one wrong move and they'll retreat for good. "Hey, hold on." He says this quietly, and he could tell from your still hooded eyes that you were only stopping to follow whatever brief instruction he had for you, but instead of instruction, he just shifts his body up the bed so he was sitting up against the headboard, taking you with him and ultimately pulling you over his body so you were sitting on his lap eye level with him. The abrupt change in position is what broke your trance and caused you to stare at him in the eyes, unsure of what to do next. "Just keep doing what you were before, cariño." You stare at him for a second longer, just until he gives you the slightest of nods, in which you reluctantly go back to placing gentle kisses along his jaw. "Get closer, amor. Why are you so far away?" He presses his hands to your lower back to bring your lower body up his legs, your core dangerously close to the bulge growing in his shorts.

   There's a quiet hum from you that follows the adjustment. It basically had the same purpose as a warning alarm when starting up machinery, because after that soft hum came the unskilled movement of your hips over his, movement that surprised Carlos and cause him to bring his hands to your hips on instinct, immediately pressing you down onto his crotch and helping you with the movement. You pull away from your previous occupation of your lips to his jaw to allow your brain to comprehend the, not quite new, but definitely enhanced sensation, eyes failing to meet his and instead settling on his lips. He didn't allow that though, as one of his hands came up to grip your chin and manually place your eyes on his. "Mírame, mi cariño. I want to see how good I make you feel."

   Boy did he get his wish. You did as told and held the eye contact, mouth falling open as you continued to rut your hips into his. This is all the stimulation you ever tried to get from Carlos, so he wasn't surprised to see you pupils already blow out in lust, but it was the knotting of your eyebrows that hinted that this time was different. That you wanted more and just didn't know how to ask, but Carlos was patient. But he also knew he would have to force it out of you, eventually. And so his grip on your hips got firmer and you could feel that your body had been pressed further down onto your boyfriend, creating delicious friction that was working to bring you to that high you so desperately craved. You bit down on the inside of your lip and began to move your hips faster, but the even further furrowed eyebrows caused him to put the hand breaks on your hips. You whimper in protest, only wanting to make yourself feel good as you've had time and time again, but your eyes are met with wide ones trying to asses your thoughts, trying to make you answer an unasked question. When no answer comes he is forced to verbalize it.

   "Do you want more, mi cariño? You've got to use your words." You nod, voice trapped in your throat from your earlier shyness, but you somehow manage to rasp out the words you needed to.

   "I need you, Papí." You buried your head into his neck as you said this, starting your hips up again but you're quickly stopped again and Carlos' fingers lace through your hair, gently tugging back, knowing the delicate handling needed by the style, so you were looking him in his eyes again.

   "Eyes on me, cariño." You nod at the instruction and he releases his grip on your hair letting his hand fall to your cheek. "We'll go slow, okay?" Another nod from your lustful but slightly concerned face has Carlos guiding you into a kiss. Starting off simple, like your first kiss in the park in Monaco, lips pressing gently together. You feel Carlos actively work his lips between yours and you knew to open your mouth slightly, and follow along with the movement of his tongue. Your arms move from being wrapped around his neck to his chest, your fingers just now realizing he was shirtless and causing a stifled moan that came out more like a short, pained exhale. It was like the new level of salaciousness you were experiencing caused you to slip in and out of consciousness because it wasn't until your shirt was halfway up your raised arms that you realized Carlos was removing your shirt, exposing the red lace trimmed bra you were wearing. "Eres tan hermosa, mí cariño." He tore his eyes away from your breast to look you in your eyes, eyelids relaxed and mouth slightly agape, showing your teeth a bit when you smile at the compliment.

   "Gracias, papí. It's all yours." It was Carlos' turn to break eye contact now, bring his hands to run over your breasts, his first real look at them, and boy was it a treat. This moment was fleeting, eyes returning to yours and lips crashing back into each other, going back to the sloppy work they were doing before. You pressed your body as close to his as you possibly could, hands combing their way through Carlos' thick, dark locks until you just couldn't hold off anymore. You lift your body from his laps and begin to pull at his athletic shorts, eyes focused on the obvious bulge that you were craving to see the source of. 

   "Wait a moment, cariño." He holds your wrists in a firm grip and silently urges you to look at him, and when you do he gives you a domestic grin. One that you reciprocate before giving him a simple kiss, going back to basics. You sit back and wait, mind finally coming back to the situation at hand, how exposed you both were, what all of it was leading to. Your instincts told you to pull away from the hands that were now wrapped around your torso to undo your bra, but your brain quickly overrode that thought, reminding you that this is the man you love who loves you twice as much and you have been wanting this for a while now. So you let it happen. Let your bra be flung off to the side and kisses be pressed into the valley between. Let his kiss swollen lips mark a slick path to your nipple, your head tipping to the side when he takes it in his mouth. Let innocent mewls drip from your mouth at the new sensation and feel your core get warm and slick in anticipation.

   When Carlos had his fill of your chest for the time being, he pulled back again to look in your eyes but you could feel his hands venturing down to your shorts but not yet inside. He flicked his eyes down to his hand and then back to your face. "Is this okay?" You nod and brace yourself for the sensation, having never been touched in such a way, but when it didn't come, you put your attention back in Carlos' face, stern with an inquisitive eyebrow up. "You need to use your words, amor."

   "Oh, uh, yeah. Th-that's fine." You look back down at Carlos' hand that remains still until a sudden grip on your cheeks from Carlos' other hand brings you gaze back to his, only then did his statuesque appendage dip into your shorts and lightly graze your clit, your body jolting at the feeling.

   "Mírame, mi corazon. Don't look away, please. I want to see what faces you make. Faces that only I have had the opportunity to get from you, mí inocente cariño." Carlos coos before moving his hand again, rubbing a full circle on your clit this time. You let out a lewd whine and squirm your hips, feeling yourself clench around non-existent stimulation. "You want a finger, amor? Does my pretty girl want to feel Papí's fingers inside of her?" Carlos drug his middle finger along your entrance, surprised at how wet you were already, eager to know what sounds and faces you would make being fucked by his fingers, but he waited for your verbal response.

   "Mmm, yes, please." You spoke with a needy whine and bucked your hips against his hand, getting sticky juices up to his wrist. He flashes an maniacal smile and pulls your face to his for a messy kiss you were very much not ready for, finding your impatience darling. He then had to stifle a cruel chuckle when you let out a shocked and slightly uncomfortable whimper when he finally does stick a finger inside of you. He removes it and goes back to rubbing your clit for a moment, giving you light kisses along your jaw.

   "You okay?" There was the slightest remanence of that chuckle in his voice, but not enough for you to notice or care because you just go on to answer his question so he is able to continue.

   "Your fingers are much thicker than mine." You whimper, your pouted lips the perfect target for Carlos' as he presses his finger back inside of you, dragging along your soft walls and his palm pressing against your clit as he moves his finger.

   "You've been using your fingers?" He wondered if you realized what you admitted to when he inquired this, but the answer was obviously no when you go on to mindlessly answer his question.

   "Mhmm. Did last night." You nod, face still being held by the large hand of your boyfriend, eyes still forced to look into his as they being to display a touch of overwhelm.

   "Were you wishing they were mine?" Carlos' finger held a slow steady pace, a second one coming to join the first, adding to the already full sensation. The spongy texture of your g-spot acted as a target that he put more focus into hitting, which caused you to move your hands to grip his wrist.

   "N-no, I-not your fingers. You…" You didn't want to be looking at him when you hinted to imagining him fucking you with wild abandon, but your face was still in his grasp, eyes having only the options to look him in the eyes or the mocking smile on his lips. 

   "You were wishing I was there to fuck you! Oh, cariño, that's cute. How about I help that wish come true, hmm?" He slips his fingers from you and removes his hand from your shorts, his index and ring finger glistening obscenely with your juices and your mind has to reboot after watching him suck said juices off said fingers. He finally removes his other hand from your face and reaches over to his night stand to reach into the drawer to grab a condom, the shiny wrapped object being held briefly between his lips so he could close the drawer again. As he went to pull down his shorts, he stopped to take a look at you vacuously watching his movements. "Here. You take them off." He takes your wrists in his hands and brings your hands to his waistband.

   "Oh, okay." You accept the task with a high-pitched whisper and lightly grasp the waistband of his shorts and underwear, taking a deep breath and then slowly pulling down. You watched as the bulge at his crotch was revealed, his dick springing out, slowly falling onto his stomach, the tip glossy from precum. The crinkle and tearing open of the condom brings your eyes back to Carlos', noticing that they seemed darker and his pupils were obviously blown out.

   "You know how to do this?" He hands you the condom when you begin to nod slowly, watching as your warily remove the object from its wrapping and place it on his tip, shaky hands having trouble starting to roll it over him. He brings one of his hands to wrap around yours, guiding your fingers in rolling the edge of the condom around his tip and then moving that hand to your hair when you're able to finish the task yourself, trying his best not to thrust up into your hand, which looks absolutely adorable wrapped around his dick. You make this a bit harder for him, intrusive thoughts taking over and making you start to stroke him over the condom, hand moving easily due to the lube that came on the object. Carlos had to stop you before it went too far, taking your hand and using it to guide you in flipping your positions, you now laying on your back with Carlos between your legs. He hooks his fingers to the waistband of your shorts and pulls them off with your underwear, a string of slick going with them for a second before he flings them off in the direction that your bra went earlier. Finally there you two were. Naked. Exposed. Ready to engage in the most intimate moment of your relationship to date. But Carlos had to have some fun with it. "If only all those people saw you now. Mi pequeña inocente, fucking herself with her fingers, wishing it was my dick. Maybe they'd shut up about you being dominant. You being the one 'wearing the pants'. But I'll let them believe that. As long as I get this. You waiting for me to fuck you stupid." 

   "Papí, please…" You whine out, reaching up to grip what you could of his hair so you could bring him down for a desperate kiss, pulling away to look at him with wide doe eyes. He takes the obvious cue and lines himself up with your core, eyeing you up and down before leaning over you, placing a hand by your head and using the other hand to toss one of your legs over his waist.

   "Okay, okay amor. I'll take it slow. Just know that it'll feel…different." You nod and look down at the gap between you two, waiting for your hips to connect and for the pressure and possible pain to follow. Instead came the gentle tip of your chin upward so you were looking at Carlos. "Mírame, okay?" You nod, now slightly nervous, but another short kiss, this time given to you by Carlos before he checks again to make sure he was lined up with your entrance then pushed in, slow as humanly possible. He paused when you let out a wail that you tried and failed at stifling.

   "Oh, oh. I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" Your incessant apologies are quelled by gentle kisses that trail to your lips, and a thumb coming up to your cheek to wipe a tear that you didn't know was there.

   "Shh, shh cariño. It's okay. We're on the complete other side of the house. You can be as loud as you need." You nod and wipe some more tears that you were now aware of. "Are you okay? Do you want to stop?"

   "No. No. I just need a moment…" You take a few breaths and try to adjust your body, trying to familiarize yourself with the pressure, trying to distract yourself from the initial feeling of being split in half that caused such a vocal reaction. He definitely felt thicker than he looked, and the visual you did get of his dick beforehand was nothing to sneeze at. But after a few more deep breaths and adjustments, you felt it was okay for him to push again, stopping intermittently when you indicated a need to stop until he bottoms out fully.

   "Everything okay?" Carlos does his best at gauging where you were at, eyes flicking over your face rapidly, searching for any sign of extreme discomfort. Instead, a soft grin appears and one of your hands reaches for his face, a gesture to which he responds to by leaning down and placing two slow, tongue involved kisses.

   "I love you, Papí. So much." There's a unique amount of emphasis that these words flowing from your mouth put on your lips, still swollen and parted as you gave him the "OK" to move. So, his hips hitch back, and as his dick drags deliciously against your walls as he pulls out, it's surface area touching every sensitive spot inside of you on the way out, and then they press forward again, dragging along the same spots, pressure between your hips reapplied but felt to a lesser extent, a gentle press all the way to your cervix, all for him to retract and do it all again. Your head tips down again, watching the agonizingly slow movement of Carlos' hips, watching him disappear and reappear from you, wondering how this was at all possible and how it felt so fucking good. Carlos allowed it this time. He was enjoying watching you, your face, confused and overwhelmed, because fuck, did you looked adorable on his dick. 

   Your arms autonomously drape over his shoulders, inadvertently bringing him down so that your foreheads were pressed together, nails just gently grazing his skin for the moment. "You're taking me so well, cariño. I could fuck you forever." Carlos was becoming more unhinged, hips starting to move ever so slightly faster, even with the tight grip your pussy had on his cock. His mind was traveling elsewhere. He loved you. He loved everything about you. This was no secret to anyone. But there was also a part of him that loved the challenge you presented. Your innocence and inexperience. Your reputation in the world that held no merit. Yeah, you were badass and didn't give a fuck about what people thought, but you weren't the unprofessional, hypersexual person people thought you were. And to be honest, he was glad that he was the only one who knew this you. The you currently bemused by the sights and feelings of having sex for the first time. "Mírame, amor, and tell me something…"

   "Mhmm?" His hand was gripping your face again, guiding your gaze and starving you of the hypnotic sight of his hips crashing into yours, dick plunging in and out, the shine on the condom from your juices increasing. But instead you were subjected only to the site of dark amorous eyes peering down at you.

   "Did you cum when you used your little fingers?" As he asked his question, he moved himself closer to you, changing the angle of your hips, lifting them up slightly which allowed his dick to push deeper. 

   "I-i don't know. I don't t-think so. I stopped when I got too sensitive." You pouted, remembering the intense feeling that you unwillingly had to ride out.

   "Aw, mi pobre pequeño. Let me try. You are going to have to relax, though." In that moment, Carlos seems to change the motion of his hips, rolling them more, causing his pubic bone ever so lightly graze your clit with each thrust. You attempt to protest, worried about what would come with the unknown experience, but a strangled whine instead erupts from your chest in response to Carlos' calloused fingers starting to rub circles on your clit, using your juices as lubricant to make the action more fluid.

   So, with one of Carlos' hand making its rounds on your clit and the other forcing you to look into his eyes as you make each ridiculous pleasure filled face, enjoying a bit too much the extreme reaction he has been able to elicit from you, your legs were left to wrap around his hips unattended. While it would have made sense for them to fall from his waist, they seem to actually tighten as you begin to near your climax. "Mmm…Papí…I ca-, I don't- I-" You weren't unfamiliar with what you were feeling, senses heightened, sensitivity in every nerve ending in your pussy amplified by a thousand. It was whatever came afterward that concerned you.

   "Let go, cariño. It's okay. I'm here. It'll make you feel so good." So you listen to the instructions cooed down at you and let yourself fall over that pleasure threshold, allow all nerve endings reach a peak sensitivity, your body to stiffen and your back to arch. The walls of your pussy fluttered around Carlos' dick as he continued to hitch his hips into you.

   "Carlos…" A whiny sob bubbles from your chest as he continues to thrust, unintentionally overstimulating you as he was too focused on how adorable you were all whiney and tired, pussy still spasming, squeezing him and producing more of it's own lubrication making the obscene sounds of him fucking you senseless louder with each thrust until he finally finishes in the condom, whispering about how in love with you he was in an intoxicating mixture of English and Spanish. Once you both came down from your highs and cleaned yourselves up to the best of your tired ability, you two fell asleep immediately, only to wake up close to noon the next day and, once you both were presentable, make your way to the kitchen greeted by the knowing look of his mom.

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latto777 An icon 🌟🌟🛥️

carlossainz55 I thought we agreed the bikini photos was for me only, amor?

>yn_music Lo siento, Papí. But I looked too cute not to share ☺️😘

>carlossainz55 Fine. We have more that's just for us anyway ♥️

user13 I see so many people commenting about how they seem so happy together but does anyone else notice that they are only together on expensive looking getaways

>yn_music We were actually in Madrid to see his family, but thank you for showing such concern for my boyfriend 😚

user14 I need you two to stay together forever for my sanity, okay?

>carlossainz55 We will try 😁

>user14 Thank you 🧎🏻‍♀️

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carlossainz55 Mí cariño hermosa 😍

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>yn_music Even though you're determined to make me look like the most chaotic person on the planet

>carlossainz55 It's because I like these pictures of you (and the people deserve to know the truth 😶‍🌫️)

>carlossainz55 And not all the good pictures of you I have are appropriate 😘

landonorris Hi Mom! 👋🏻

>yn_music Boy if you don't stop calling me Mom 😤

>yn_music Jk hey baby! 👋🏿😘

user15 AHHHH! THE HEADSHOTS! THATS SO FREAKING ADORABLE

>carlossainz55 I think you'll be even happier to know that she got those taken just to give to me as a birthday present

>user15 I am 🥲

user16 It took some work and emotional damage, but I'm glad to see that Carlos and Yn are unapologetically in love 💕

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[walkingintheheartbreaksatellite]

I’m Here, Right Here Pt. 1

(Harry Styles x Implied Bi!Fem!reader)

My take from when I first listened to satellite!

Y/N is Jeff's assistant and Harry's best friend. She's been in and out of relationships for one reason or another and is upset. Harry is hopelessly in love with her and she is too blind to see it.

Dating while traveling is not for the weak..

After yet another failed date, I return to my hotel room to find Harry propping himself against my door. He turns his attention to me and smiles when he sees me.

"Hey! Was looking for you. Thought you might want to get some dinner? Sushi and a movie? Haven't done that in a while.."

I sigh and frown, shaking my head as I unlock my door, Harry following me inside.

"That's really sweet, H, but not tonight. I'm honestly exhausted and all I want to do is shower and crash. Rain check? I promise we'll do it tomorrow."

He frowns before nodding.

"Are you gonna tell me what happened?"

I sniffle as I pull off my makeup, trying not to cry.

"I just don't know what I'm doing wrong! Like this guy! His name was Todd... It seemed like we had a lot in common but halfway through dinner, he saw my tattoos and he started scolding me. Then he proceeded to tell me what I was doing wrong in my life, starting with my career choice-."

He lets out a laugh and shakes his head as he collapses on my bed.

"What? You want to be a music producer. I'd say you're heading in the right direction."

I groan and start to pull off my jewelry.

"No, because apparently, that's not a good career for a wife. Like, as if dude! I want things for myself. Im not gonna be some stay at home wife popping out babies, you know? H...Harry, are you listening to me?"

He doesn't answer but he lifts his hand up and gives me a thumbs up. I sigh and change my clothes in the bathroom before coming out and plopping on my stomach next to him.

"What do you think I should do, H?"

He sighs and he's quiet for a minute, his eyes looking anywhere but at me.

"You could stop... Take a break from dating."

I groan and plop my head into the bed.

"I'm not getting any younger! I want things sure, but I want to be happy too!"

He sits up, finally looking down into my eyes, a serious look on his face.

"Aren't you though? You've got all your friends. You've told me time and time again that the perfect one for me will come when I least expect it. So why not try taking your own advice?"

With that, he gets up and heads to the door. I frown, quickly getting up from the bed and chasing after him. I give him a pout and he sighs.

He gives me a small hug and leaves my room, not saying another word.

As promised, the next night, we get sushi and watch some movies. As I stuff my face with California Rolls, Harry continues to ramble.

"You've gone on a date almost every stop we've been on! Who does that?!"

He laughs and I can't help but shrug.

"Someone who just doesn't have any luck, I guess? Every date I've been on... No one really seems to stick out. And it's not like I'm not keeping my options open! But it's just... I don't know."

He nods in understanding before popping a California roll in his mouth.

"Are you gonna sue the dating apps like in that movie? What was it.. Love Guaranteed?"

I snort and choke on my food a little before shaking my head.

"No! That's just a movie! As if I'd meet some attractive lawyer and fall in love! Crazy talk! And what about you, Mr. Pop Star? You've been single for a while. Where's your love life going?"

He doesn't look at me but he shrugs.

"Dunno. Just kind of focusing on my music right now. Figured I've got time, right? No use in worrying."

He drops the topic and we hang out for the rest of the night. For the next week, Harry seems pretty quiet around me, and I'm not really sure why. Mr. Azoff gave me the night off, even though there's a show.

I had originally planned to go on a date, but my date cancelled, so I decide to watch the show. I stand next to Mr. Azoff as I watch Harry go up on stage.

"Why are you still here? Thought you had a hot date?"

I shake my head with a sigh, holding my sweater close to me.

"Cancelled on me. Thought I might enjoy watching him without having to run around for once."

He nods with a small smile. It's quiet for a minute between the two of us, until he says something I wasn't expecting.

"I've noticed you've been going on dates a lot... At least once every stop, if not more."

My eyes widen and I try to defend myself.

"Mr. Azoff-."

He frowns and shakes his head.

"Y/N, I'm not saying this as your boss. I'm saying this as your friend. You do it in your down time but we're all just a bit worried about you. This has to be a lot on you. Just... Talk to someone about it, okay? If you're doing it because you feel alone, don't. You have so many people who care about you. So just... Take it easy, okay?"

I nod and turn my attention back to the stage. Watching Harry up there.. No matter how many times I watch, he's always so captivating. I can't take my eyes off him...

After the show is over, Harry quickly takes a shower. I run out, offering to grab coffee for the band. When I come back, I get echos of thank you's and when I give Harry his coffee, he gives me a look of shock.

"Thought you had a date tonight? What are you doing here?"

He takes the coffee from my hand and I plop down next to him on the sofa, slipping off my heels before resting my feet on the coffee table.

"A bust. Yet again. Maybe next time will work, right? Aren't you the one always telling me to be optimistic?"

He's quiet and he simply stands up before he turns to face me, a look of anger on his face.

"Why are you doing this to yourself, Y/N? You come to me every time, crying for one reason or another how it didn't work out and you're so sad that you're alone! Did you ever think that maybe you're not alone?!"

I stand up and cross my arms, looking straight at him.

"Harry, you don't know what it's like! People like you! I have to work my ass off to make sure I'm appealing to others! I want more! I want love! Don't you get that?"

He shakes his head and walks to the door before turning around to face me again.

"Did you ever stop and think that maybe I might love you?! That watching you go on date after date is killing me?!"

My eyes widen and I stutter.

"H-Harry.."

He shakes his head once again, and stares straight into my eyes.

"It's always round and round with you! Like a fucking satellite! I'm just- I'm done Y/N. I've tried. For months. But I'm done."

He doesn't say another word as he leaves and I fall onto the couch, tears starting to fall down my face.

He was right there?

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notes after rewatching fallout s1 ep1

so once again like a crazy person [i've done this with star wars sequels before] i've decided to take three and half pages of notes over the course of an hour. i've been a fan of the games for at least a decade and i'm actually always watching lore content between the installments though so while i do know some minute details, within the show, there was some things i was interested in and curious about that i just decided to jot down. some of this may be things discussed already and some of it might be something i wasn't sure if anyone brought up before but anyways! maybe i'll do the whole season, but here's my ramblings • them titling the episode "the end" was when i knew i'd love the show • ok but i really wonder if cooper can still do those party tricks? he was really good at them and lucy would probably love them too 🥺 • thinking back, the radio in the first scene mentions not knowing where the president is--- beginning to wonder if he was the guy sitting in on the vault tec meeting • just realized they introduced the mr. handy robot in some of the first scenes • ten years of nuclear threat according to anchor but the show is careful not to give away all the cards because why does the weather anchor make it seem like they know when the bomb will drop? idk but birthday boy mother turns off tv real "head in the sand" like • the nat king cole song that's playing though [wondering if the song is mirroring specifically cooper's feelings about barb despite everything hmm] • horse's name is sugarfoot 🥹 • him having to pay alimony... wonder what the prenup? was like... [still think he probably loves barb 😞]

• them calling him a pinko despite him being an architect of vault boy's persona, a quintessential presentation of a "man's man" acting as a cowboy, a real cowboy, a former marine--- wondering if there was a smear campaign after his situation with barb and vault tec, him working children's parties leads me to believe... • did the kid's say the birthday boy's name was boyd? [if so, there's another character in the games with this name and this is also the name of a character walton has played in another series, funny] • weather man show's up again distressed, wondering if we'll get more info about that day • everyone ignoring, cognitive dissonancing their own nuclear annihilation is so prescient if not disturbing and damning

• him teaching janey the thumb thing ☹️ • cooper's voice when he says "let me see if i can't rustle you up a piece" 😩 • janey being the only one to notice the first bomb • the fear in cooper's eyes • cooper being in denial one last time before realization sets in • people becoming animals the moment they realize what's happening--- one guy punches his friend not letting his family into the fallout shelter • people getting into their cars and cooper onto his horse to escape--- wonder how fast they could be since it doesn't seem you could outrun nuclear annihilation

• lucy being raised so well under the circumstances 😔 [hope she never becomes her father] • i haven't trusted steph since episode one • lucy being a teacher [amongst other things] and asking maximus about what happened after the bombs fell makes so much sense [and also much like another person suggested is an interesting juxtaposition to cooper's pre war knowledge] • lucy showing how skilled she is for being a marriage candidate when in reality we are seeing someone fit for the wasteland is crazy on second watch • is lucy not watching a cooper howard movie with her dad? hello??

• them reading "war and peace" in the family book club is rich • lucy [thinking] she's not good at guns, ironic • steph having to step in like a sisterly type because lucy's mom isn't there 😞 • the wedding dress on lucy being ill fitting, tight as symbolism for lucy not truly "fitting in there" and being constrained [foreshadowing] oof • the vault boy sign in the back saying "don't lose your head" lmao • didn't catch the "cousin stuff" until someone mentioned it on tumblr and twitter 💀

• the flashback we see of lucy ending up being almost a false memory, a misrepresentation of her actual memories, that she has been on the surface, in the sun • norm taunting lucy about her future husband being "anybody" and a "cannibal, crammed full of tumours" 😭 unfortunately for ghoulcy, this was some of the heaviest foreshadowing [the raider also could have been one too] • why didn't hank recognize moldaver? • so many things i still don't understand about vaults 31, 32, 33 • the growing realization they are raiders was pretty funny to me lmao

• moldaver having to sit through the disingenuous lies of hank ugh • norm going into vault 32 like they wanted them to know what was up? or is that just how vault doors work? they used lucy's mom's pip boy [that hank lied about burying] • lucy putting norm in a storage vault, she really is so strong • the handed down wedding dress getting messed up • i am curious if the raiders [shady sands survivors?] only mostly harmed vault tec aligners but maybe not • the way hank and steph retaliating a little too well • hank acting like he doesn't know moldaver when everyone really does know moldaver • moldaver telling lucy she looks like her mother is really such a tipoff

• realizing maximus is getting bullied 😭 • dane... might love maximus a little idk • from latrine duty to basically ruling over the brotherhood of steel • they really showed some dude jacking it lmao it's just normal i guess 💀 • maximus being defeated and having a rightful outburst of emotion, poor guy • the poster saying "the outside world can never harm you"--- funny • chet would've died up there 😭 • them not opening the vault back up for her, wondering if the vapourized bodies are from the initial bomb drop or the subsequent shady sands ones • dane almost gets maximus killed three times tbh • maximus joined the brotherhood of steel to get back at what vault tec did, essentially hank's doing, hank has many enemies • knowing the enclave, it makes sense why siggi is hunted • cooper the ghoul's introduction though • the bounty hunter saying his captors dig cooper up every once in a while to cut pieces of flesh off him 😞 no wonder cooper acts the way he does 😔 he's been taken advantage of, no wonder he doesn't trust anybody and is horrible to everyone • "why is this an amish production of "the count of monte cristo" or the weirdest circle jerk i've ever been invited to?" why would he say this 😭 • cooper's... been invited to circle jerks 👀 • does the bounty hunter know the ghoul is cooper howard?

• him not harming the chicken, him healing dogmeat, there's something there, folks • people only digging him up to use him again 😞 • what a coincidence he's dug up just as lucy leaves the vault • "i do this shit for the love of the game" he's a character, he's playing a character, real theatre kid • hence why cooper is introduced as "the ghoul", cooper is long gone • "us cowpokes, we take it as it comes" something about this lineee

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[foreveramattgirl]

Chris Sturniolo - Let Me See

Chris x Fem!reader

Warnings - SMUT!! 🔞🔞 (don’t really know what else to write here)

Authors Note - Hii!!! This is my first Sturniolo imagine and smut, also didn’t proof read lol! I’m so sorry it’s so long! Let me know what you think😊

Also I don’t think Chris would speak like this at all!! It’s just for the story!!

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(Y/NS POV)

Growing up with all boys can have its difficult moments, but mostly was a good time. Especially when the boys you grew up with consist of your godmothers sons, who are the most handsome boys I've ever set eyes one. The Sturniolo triplets. Nick, my best friend, my honouree older brother. Matt, my anxiety support, my tough guy, my honouree older brother. Christopher, my weakness.

My brother Nate has always been close to the triplets, as I have been. Though the one thing he doesn't know is how intimidated I get from Chris. My blood heats up, my heart pounds, my breathing becomes heavy. And there's only two ways my speaking goes, either I ramble nervously or I go speechless, really depends on the situation.

Today's situation is the fact I am in Hawaii with the Triplets, my brother and Madi, who I have come to really enjoy. Madi is so fun! And we are the same age! However, spending my time on an island with Chris walking around with either a wife beater, or no shirt at all, has me going mental.

Currently we all sit around the fire, all in our own conversations. Nate, Chris and Matt in their own, while Madi. Nick and I are in our own. Though our conversation goes quickly quiet after hearing a quick sentence from the boys.

"I haven't had some good pussy in a while." Christopher announces.

Madi, Nick and I turn shocked to the conversation, however Matt and Nate looked unfazed. In fact they seem to be agreeing with him. Unaware of our intrusion into their conversation, the three carry on.

"I get what you mean!" Matt pats Chris.

Nate nods as well.

"I just wanna get pussy drunk." Chris shakes his head as if the sentence was completely normal.

"What in the world!?" Nick shouts, bring the boys attention to us.

The three burst out laughing at our mortified faces.

"Sorry we didn't know you guys were listening." Nate laughs.

I gulp, Madi and Nick seemed to understand what the three were talking about. But I sat in questions. What was pussy drunk? And is there a good pussy and bad pussy? I look around the group. I couldn't ask anyone those questions, as last time I saw Chris I blabbered on about how good sex was with my ex. Honestly it wasn't, and I'm so inexperienced, which doesn't help either.

"Madi got any friends with good pussy?" Chris laughs.

I start to zone out filling my own mind with questions, did I have good pussy? Is that why I haven't enjoyed sex in the past because men think I have a bad pussy? I shake my head trying to forget the topic hoping the one in front of would have changed by now.

"Ooo and a nice set of tits." Chris adds.

It was no mystery Chris was a boob guy, to anyone. He loved a good set of tits. Which made me pretty happy during late middle school and high school when my boobs grew and grew to there now F's. Yet it doesn't matter what shirt I wear, what bikini I wear Chris never pays attention to me, especially in that way.

"Imma go inside, I'm getting a bit cold." I lie standing up.

"Goodnight guys." I say before heading inside.

Once in the comfort of my own room, in our air B&N. I partially close my door, I put my head phones in and open my laptop. I was curious, I mean how can everyone talk about how great sex is? When I had it, it was worse then mid. I have to be doing it wrong, right?

(CHRIS'S POV)

I was walking but to my room for the night, Matt, Nick and Nate had done the same a few minutes ago. Alone in the hallway I notice Y/N's door partially opened, she'd be asleep by now but the light was on. I walk closer to the door when I hear a sentence I never expected to hear.

"I mustn't have good pussy!"

My eyes widen. I hear the sound of a laptop shutting, what was she doing in there? My mind ran back a step. Y/N is the most beautiful thing on planet earth, an angel sent from heaven. Boobs of a Greek goddess, I just wanna bury my head in them. Hips so pretty and a waist so little. There's no way a girl like her has bad pussy, especially with the little to none amount of men who have been lucky enough for experience it.

Pulled from my thoughts as the door opens. I look down at the brunette, whose eyes become wider than mine.

"Chris!" She gulp.

I smirk a bit. I'm not stupid, I know Y/N has a thing for me. She's not very good at hiding it, for heavens sake.

"What are you doing in there?" I ask her crossing my arms.

Her lips part, as her eyes look desperate for answers. She'd never tell me the truth, now I've asked. Her cheeks heat up, her hands fidgeting with the opposites hands nails. I lean down to her ear.

"What's wrong mamas?" I whisper.

I pull away her eyes darkening. Suddenly there's a look in her eyes, knowing I had caught her. She takes a deep breath.

"Look, outside you were all talking about good pussy, and I didn't know what that meant so I did some research. And by research I mean watched porn, but not for my own enjoyment!" She begins rambling.

My smirk turns to a smile, she's so cute when she rambles, using all her energy to make up a story however this one was true. I could tell by the way she kept getting redder the more she explained.

"And well, the only conclusion I can come to, is I have bad pussy. That's why I don't enjoy sex like other people."

She takes a deep breath. I smile a bit with a chuckle. She looks down in shame. I bring my finger to her chin lifting her head lightly. She needed reassurance, I could tell.

"How many men have you slept with?" I ask her.

She gulped lifting her right hand. A fist slowly rising to 1 finger. Her pink cheeks and eyes going puppy like. She's so submissive already, answering my every question. I can't lie it turned me on big time.

"How many times?" I ask.

A second finger raises, slowly. So she's slept with 1 man two times.

"It was about 1 years ago ago though, does that count for anything?" She gulps.

I chuckle, nodding.

"It means you aren't a slut Y/N." I tell her letting my finger slowly dis attach from her chin.

"But I could still have bad pussy." She complains.

I push her inside her room. I shut the door fully and flip the switch the lock it. She looks at me, wide eyes, fiddling with the oversized t-shirt she is wearing.

"Do you trust me?" I ask her.

She nods her head, making me smirk.

(Y/N'S POV)

"Great, take your pants off." Chris says forward, stripping himself of his tank top.

My eyes widen again. How'd I end up here? I try to back track my steps but before I could finish, Chris towers over me.

"Come on mamas, I'll tell you if you have bad pussy, trust me I won't lie." Chris smirks.

Though the offer was compelling and the heat between my legs grew stronger and stronger, what if I did have bad pussy. Chris would hate me. I'd mess this all up and Chris would know I have bad pussy.

"All you have to do is say no, and I'll stop. I'm just trying to help." He raises his hands in defence.

"You promise you'll tell me if it's bad?" I gulp.

"Of course." Chris nods.

I look at him, I had so many questions.

"What if I do something wrong?" I gulp.

"I'll walk you through every step." He smirks. "And answer any questions."

This man is a mind reader. I nod my head slowly.  Chris steps back and sits on the edge of the bed. He pats his lap.

"Come sit on my lap." He smiles.

I walk over placing one knee on his left side swinging my other over his lap. I'm sitting on him. I'm sitting on a shirtless Chris Sturniolo.

"Good," Chris licks his lips.

"How do you wanna do this?" He asks.

I think for a second. I've been there when women leave Chris's bedroom, I want whatever he does with them.

"I want whatever you do with women." I nod confidently trying to hide my nerves.

Chris kisses my forehead softly, shaking his head.

"You are not one of my hoes." He tells me softly, he eyes sincere. "I will not do what I do to them to you."

I look at him confused. He makes it sound like what he does is bad? But they all seem to enjoy it, why can't I.

"But?" I go speak, but I'm flipped to my back.

Chris hovers over me, chain dangling, hair falling perfectly. My core pulses quickly.

"I said no, Y/N." He said sternly.

I nod my head, quickly.

"Just lay back and trust me." He leans down pressing a kiss to my cheek.

Peppering soft kisses down my neck. I smile at this sweetness. I felt safe, safe enough I let out a little whimper when he pulled away. He smiles.

"Don't worry mamas I'm just getting started." He winks. "Let me see all of you please."

I sit up pulling the large shirt over my head. My bra had already been taken off before I got into my bed the first time. I lay back in nothing but my black panties. I look up and see Chris with parted lips and dark eyes.

"Fucking hell." He whispers. 

I lay patiently for his next move. Chris reached. Hand out slowly softly laying it on my right breast. He gives it a squeeze before leaning down,  flattening his hot tongue on my nipple. He closes his lip around it. I let out a soft moan. He looks at me through hooded eyes, repeating the action on my other breast. He pecks all over my chest leaving saliva everywhere.

In a minute, he begins kissing down my stomach softly. This isn't the hot, steamy, rough sex Chris always talks about having. He is taking his time, paying attention to my whole body.

"You're so bloody pretty mamas." Chris says standing.

I feel my cheeks blush, my arms attempting to cover me at the compliment. Chris reaches for my ankles pulling me to the end of the bed. Placing both ankles on his right shoulder, Chris licks his lip.

"Now what we are all here for."

He reachers to my waist band ever so gently pulling it off. I bend my knees making it easier for him. I was so confused what to do with my hands now. Chris gets in his knees on the foot of the bed. I begin to get nervous again.

"Remember, all you have to do is lay and relax." Chris winks. "Oh and try to be quiet."

I look at him confused, not once have I ever been loud during sex, I thought that was just pornstars. Chris chuckles kissing both my thighs before placing one of each shoulder.

I watch him intently, his corse fingers spreading me for himself. The feeling was new. He rubs my slick around slowly.

"Mamas," he looks at me.

I gulp. What's he going to say?

"You've got such a pretty little cunt." Chris smiles. "So wet, so pretty, so soft."

I moan a bit at his words, making him chuckle. He leans in pressing a kiss on my bundle of nerves. So soft and sweet. The hand not spreading me for him hooks around my hip laying on top of my stomach. I watched him, what was he going to do next. Before I can question him, he flicks his tongue around my clit. My back arches on instinct, my breath hitches, my eyes close softly. Chris begins sucking on me, ever so softly, lots of pressure. I've never experienced anything like this. It was euphoric to say the least. His thumb on my stomach caressing my skin softly. I moan softly, enjoying every minute of him.

The longer he was down there the more I couldn't hold it together. His mouth and tongue driving me quickly to the edge. My hips squirm, my back arched, my eyes squeezed shut. When I did open them seeing Chris perfectly in between my legs, concentrating so very hard on me, his fluffy hair, his blue eyes looking back at me, his lips smirking. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Chris?" I moan out feeling a much tighter knot fill my stomach.

"Come on mamas." He mumbles against me.

"Oh my god!" I moan out loudly, pressing my hips deep into the mattress.

I slap my hand over my mouth quickly. My chest rising and falling quickly. My eyes go blurry. The biggest orgasm I've ever had, and it was given to me by Christopher Sturniolo. I feel his tongue softly sweeping its way around me, collecting my cum.

I look down at him, his hooded eyes look at me sweetly, before going he pulls away. I see some of my juices and his saliva spilling down his chin, looking so hot. His eyes were lit up, he was proud of himself, I could tell.

"Ever touched yourself?" Chris asks me.

I nod my head, slowly, a bit embarrassed. Chris nods his head, with a smirk.

"Bet it didn't feel like this did it mamas?" He winks at me.

I feel my blood rush to my cheeks. My squirming and moaning must have given me away.

"You taste so good." He says diving back in.

My hips jerk, feeling sensitive. Chris smirks looking at me. His lips pink and swollen so hot, eyes sparkling. They were begging me. He sucks in my thighs softly. 

"I want more, can I have more?" Chris looked desperate. "Please mamas."

I didn't know how to respond, a man begging to eat me out? I've never had that. Let alone the man being Chris.

"I just wanna taste that pretty little cunt one more time, get it ready for my dick." He whispers against my skin.

Both his hands are on my thighs, sliding them, and gripping them softly. I nod my head at him, agreeing. He smiles like a child before attaching his mouth to me.

"Holy fuck!" I moan out.

I was so sentitives now, I was also a lot for comfortable. Chris looks up at me smiling.

"You sound so hot mamas, but I don't want the others to hear." He looks at me, with dark eyes.

"I don't think your brother would appreciate me eating you out when he's down the hall." Chris chuckles.

I nod my head quickly. He smirks leaning back in. It felt so good, just like the first time. Right when I thought it couldn't get any better, I feel a pinch. I look down and see Chris watching his hand.

"Fuck princess, I can barely fit a finger in you." He groans.

His middle finger slowly slips in and out of me. He licks his lips. I let out a groan. A second finger it slid in making me gulp.

"Lay down ma, just relax." Chris smiles at me. "I won't hurt you, I just want to loosen you a bit."

I bite my lip, the feeling being so different. His long corse fingers sliding around my walls. Chris looks at me, our eyes connected while he begins sucking on my clit again. I let out a soft moan. I felt so sensitive, my hips couldn’t help but buck against him.

“Chris.” I whimper.

Looking at me with a smirk, he continues to finger me while eating me out, clearly knowing I’m close. His teeth grazes my clit, while his fingers curl, making my right hand quickly attach to his head. I couldn’t help but arch my back while holding him closer.

“Oh my goddd!” I moan out.

I close my eyes, reaching my high. My left hand flies to my mouth, my hips begin jerking against Chris’s mouth and he hums against me.

“Chris.” I moan into my hand.

He helps me ride my high out, before cleaning me up with his tongue. Chris was good at this, like crazy good! He pulls away, licking my cum from his fingers with a groan.

“Fuck sake mamas, I just want more.” Chris’s eyes are lustful, but his smile was mischievous.

His fingers come back to my core, rubbing my clit more.

“So so so good.” He licks his lips.

I watch his hand reach down and palm himself through his pants. I felt kind proud of myself making him hard. Chris Sturniolo is hard because of me! I wanted it, I wanted his dick.

“Chris.” I say softly, while sitting up.

He looks up at me, his eyes are needy. My heart was pounding.

“Could you?” I gulp.

I didn’t know how to word it. How do you ask your brothers best friend to fuck you without it being weird? What if I ruin this moment? What if he doesn’t want to? But he looks like he really wants to.

I look at his crotch, his hard dick pressing against his shorts, I can see the outline. I gulp, even the outline was intimidating.

“Are you sure?” Chris licks his lips.

I nod my head bringing my hand to my mouth, bitting down in the acrylic. Chris stands up, he was towering over me again.

“Cause if you don’t want to we don’t have too.” Chris says.

“Please.” I look up at him.

I reach my hands to his pants, while looking at him. The way he was looking at me, I was dripping all over again. I untie the little knot that was holding them up, before pulling them down. I see a wet patch on his boxers, I bite my lip. Chris hand comes down and pulls my hair over my shoulders to my back. I pull the boxers down, his dick springs up to hit his stomach.

I gasp a little, he was big. His tip was bright red and leaking with pre cum. I had to touch it, there was no way I couldn’t. Chris groans as I spread the pre cum from his tip down his shaft.

“I can’t wait anymore Y/N.” Chris bites his lip. “Fucking hell.”

I look at him, both of us filled with desperation. I lay on my back.

“I’ll go slow I promise.” Chris whispers to me.

He moves my legs to be widely spread for him. His left hand finds my right hand intertwining our fingers. He lines himself up, his tip entering me. I let out a whimper, but Chris groans. He was stretching me out and it was kind of painful. He stops for a second.

“You’re doing so good baby.” Chris whispers.

He leans down intertwining our other fingers. He kisses my forehead.

“You’rere so right.” He groans. “Im not gonna last long.”

Once has has bottomed out, I had full tears in my eyes, Chris kissed both my cheeks softly. I looked him, something in his eyes told me this wasn’t just sex. Slowly be began moving, only a little.

“Chris.” I whimper.

He stops his movements and look at me quickly.

“More.” I say softly, finally starting to get used to his size.

Chris leans down and kisses me. It shocks me at first, but I kiss back. Our hands unlock and I wrap my arms around his neck. He begins to move more. I moan into his mouth, he does the same. He speeds again making it impossible to kiss, both of us trying our hardest to stay quiet.

“Fucking hell Y/N, I’m so close.” He groans in my ear.

“Me too.” I breathe out.

He begins sucking on my neck, in attempt to stay quiet. I could I drew blood from biting my lip. I was so close as his hips rocked into me. My nails dig into Chris back, I didn’t mean to do it but it was the only way I could stay somewhat quiet.

“Chris!” I moan as I hit my high.

I clench around him harder, making Chris groan and I feel his hot ropes of cum fill me up. He slowly brings us down from our highs, my legs feeling numb. We begin to kiss again, as he was still inside me. I didn’t want him to pull out, it felt so good with him in me. We pull away finally, and Chris pulls out slowly, we both groan.

He disappears for a second into my bathroom before returning with a wet cloth. He softly cleans me up, I didn’t know what to say so I laid in silence. I felt so exhausted.

He put his boxers on before grabbing my shirt. He helps me put my shirt on. I slide back and lay in my bed, I expect him to leave. But he doesn’t.

Chris slides in next to me after turning the light off, making me smile a bit.

“Come here mamas.” He opens his arm.

I lay on his chest, his arms closing around me. I sigh in relief.

“Chris.” I whisper.

What did this mean to him? I needed to know.

“Tomorrow, baby, we can talk tomorrow.” Chris whispers.

“I just want to hold you, right now.” He pecks my head. “I’ve been waiting to long to be in this moment.”

I smile, at his words, snuggling close to him. I close my eyes and quickly fall asleep myself. I didn’t know what to expect tomorrow but I was too tired to even ask Chris about it.

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The Distance - Ch 11

Pairing: Din Djarin x Pilot F!Reader (reader is petite/no other descriptors)

Word Count/Rating: 3.1k / T (will become M/E in later chapters)

Summary: Walls continue to fall down.

A/N: If you haven't seen it already, I've posted a floorplan for the Chimera that you can find here!

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The atmosphere shifts between you and Din. It's not like it was unfriendly before, but that moment around the campfire alters and accelerates the relationship that had been otherwise taking months to build – not that you're complaining. 

More than ever before Din joins you when there's downtime around the ship. He listens to you ramble about whatever mechanical issue you're wrapping your head around, makes good on his promise to teach you more Mando'a, and continues your training. He hasn't lost himself during a spar again, although Tex still stands by diligently in case.

He also starts to relax more in the long stretches of hyperspace – more willing to walk around the ship without his armor constantly weighing on him. The helmet always remains, but the sight of Din in his tight underclothes becomes a relatively common occurrence. 

No matter how much he does it, it's still difficult to take your eyes off him. You may or may not retaliate by forgoing your usual coveralls or tying them around your waist. It's unclear if it's having a similar effect on him, but you swear you've heard him stutter at least twice now.

Hunts become harder than they used to be. As a generally solitary creature, you didn't mind them before. It felt like set pockets of introversion-time, allowing you to focus and go in depth on whatever project you had at hand. You still appreciate the alone time but his missing presence can no longer be ignored. 

Whenever he leaves now there’s a weight in your chest, making you worry about where he is or how he's doing. It has you searching for any distraction you can find. The Chimera has never been cleaner and you’re pulling out old projects you’ve long since abandoned. At least you’ll finally have a purpose for the long range comm links you gave up on ages ago. Tex and Grogu offer some companionship, but the relief you feel when Din returns safe and sound is palpable.

An alarm beeps, alerting you to the back ramp being opened on the Chimera. Din normally brings bounties onto the ship that way – the side ramp feeling too familiar. There's the hiss of the carbonite freezer, followed by Din's heavy footsteps into the main hull of the ship.

"How’d it go?" you ask, setting down the comm link. You're relieved to see that he appears uninjured, his beskar just as shiny as it was when he left.

Din leans on the end of your workbench, propping himself up on his forearms. "He put up a bit of a chase but surrendered once I had him cornered. How are things around here?"

"Oh the usual," you say. “Your son figured out how to open the food crate with his magic powers.”

Din turns to look at Grogu, who instinctively puts his ears down. The little guy is lucky he’s so cute. It makes it hard to stay mad at him. 

“Don’t worry, I put a new lock on it that magic powers can’t open.” You’re certain of it, having watched him try and fail about twenty minutes after you replaced it.

Din heaves a small sigh. "I'll still talk to him. He knows better."

"It's okay, big guy. He could have done far worse than eat a ration bar."

Neither of you are in a rush to leave this planet and decide to relax for an evening before heading off to the next bounty. You might as well anyway. This ship port has already charged a hefty fee for the full day's use.

All of you hang around the main hull together, working on your own projects. You return to the finicky comm links with Tex's assistance, Din pokes and prods at his armor, and even little Grogu practices levitating a small silver ball. Something like this was once unimaginable to you and now feels as natural as breathing.

At some point Grogu jumps onto your workbench, curious to watch you work. You explain what you're doing under his wide-eyed gaze. It's not clear if he actually understands any of what you're saying but he seems to be enjoying himself.

He sits on the tabletop, leaning against a toolbox and occasionally offering the wrong tool. As the evening wears on his ears start to droop, eyelids not far behind them. Once his head falls forward you decide it's bedtime for the little womp rat.

Din collects him, carefully tucking the half asleep kid into the corner of his arm. You've seen this many times now and still you melt a little. Grogu is so small in Din's arms. Din is so gentle with him too, making sure he's comfortable even for the short trip to the bedroom. 

As Din puts Grogu down, you stretch, deciding to call it quits too. Getting in a good sleep before you have to take off in the morning sounds extremely welcome. If you're well rested you can make your stash of caf last a few days longer as well.

You head back to your room and nearly run directly into Din outside of the fresher. Mid-yawn, you didn’t see him and are only saved by his hand falling on your shoulder.

“Sorry. I’m going to head to bed.”

Typically, this is where Din would bid you goodnight and step aside to let you pass by. Instead, he continues to stand in your way, not saying anything. You wave your hand in front of his helmet, confused by his silence.

“Hello? Din, you in there?” you ask.

He’s pulled from whatever momentary trance he was locked in, pulling something from behind his back. "This is for you." 

Din more or less thrusts the item at you. Your eyes linger on him, thrown off by his strange behavior, before looking down at what’s in your hands. Neither of you have ever gotten each other a present before.

It takes you a moment to figure out what it is. At first it’s simply a confusing mess of leather and straps until you realize how it all comes together. It’s a blaster holster. Not only is it the perfect size, the color of the leather also perfectly matches your tool belt. You’re dumbfounded.

“I- I don’t know what to say, thank you. I love it.” 

You can see the unease melt from his body. “I’m glad.”

The air feels thick and you’re not quite sure what you do with yourself, marveling at the holster and coming up short at how to properly impress upon Din how much this means to you. A genuine gift has been a rarity in your life, not to mention this being the first he’s ever given to you. It seems like Din isn’t certain of what to do either.

After a few more seconds of standing awkwardly, staring at each other you decide to relieve the tension.

"I'm gonna head up now," you say, pointing in the direction of your room. Din clears his throat, nodding as he steps aside.

Passing by, you quickly pop up onto your tiptoes and press a kiss to Din’s shoulder. “Thank you.”

No one needs to know if you choose to sleep with the holster beside you in bed that night.

***

The N1 lands with a heavy clunk you've never heard her make before. Given that Din is also climbing out of her empty-handed, you can't imagine things went well for him. 

"What happened?" you call over, grabbing your tool bag.

"Shabuir saw me coming. They shot at the N1 and got lucky. Whatever they hit forced me to turn around."

You raise an eyebrow at him. "I could have come and picked you up, you know?"

"Too dangerous,” he says, shaking his head. “I lost the element of surprise and he had more friends than I expected."

Din is clearly agitated. Or rather, clear to you. He's restless, moving around more than usual and fiddling with his armor. It's a little unsettling if you're honest. It’s rare someone gets the drop on him and that it gets to him. It must have been a large bounty.

"Go shower and shake it off, big guy. I'll take a closer look here."

Din hesitates for just a moment before relenting. He's recently gotten it through his thick head that he's not the only stubborn one around here. His stands just tend to have a little more dramatic flair. You can’t help watching him for an extra moment as he makes his way up the ramp before turning back to the N1.

It doesn't take long for you to find the issue. The shot they snuck in managed to hit a weak spot between plates, damaging some of the sensitive electronics inside. You're lucky to have some of the replacement parts you need on hand and you make due on the rest. All things considered it's a well done patch job. You'll be able to find the actual parts you need at the next mechanics shop or booth you run across.

Din reappears just as you finish up the repairs. “The kid’s asleep. He went down without a fight for once.”

You laugh. “That’s probably because he spent all day hanging off of me. Sometimes you have to let him tire himself out.”

Din points towards the N1. “What did you do to it?”

You show him around the repairs, highlighting the slight wiring reroute you had to do. You warn of the extra load on the cadmium capacitor, but it shouldn’t be a large concern with it only being temporary. He’s quiet for just a little too long, making you worry that he’s upset about what you’ve done. 

You’re just about to ask if he's upset about the repairs when he speaks. “Dank farrik! You always impress me, can’gal’ika. I would have tried bypassing it and taken twice as long."

You nearly miss the compliment due to his ridiculous repair idea. All he would have done by bypassing the capacitor is make the issue worse. “Remind me to never let you make any patch repairs.”

Din laughs, full and hearty even through the modulator. You want to live in the sound of it. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t touch either ship without your permission.”

Your heart swells a little. He’s respected you as captain of the Chimera from day one, but to hear him extend you any kind of deference with the N1 is more than a little dizzying. There’s so much packed into that one sentence you hardly know how to start processing it. You’re not sure if Din has any idea of the effect he just had on you.

***

"That all you got, big boy?" you tease, wiping sweat from your forehead. 

You've come to enjoy sparring with Din. Not only do you get to work on a skill you were sorely lacking previously, it’s also a wonderful distraction while traveling. There’s only so much tinkering you can do before you start to look for something else to do and you’ve already watched the holos you have saved a thousand times over. Not to mention the other benefits.

Din’s breathing is ragged, the modulator only emphasizing how out of breath he is. For once, you actually seem to have him on the ropes. Din his sleeves back up, shaking out his posture before falling back into position. “I’ve got plenty more, can’gal.”

He uses your momentary distraction to land a soft hit. It’s more of a warning tap than anything, reminding you to stay focused. It does the trick.

You circle each other on the thin mats you managed to find on a recent stop. They aren’t much, but it makes enough of a difference that your back appreciates the next morning. Plus the kid likes playing on them when they aren’t otherwise in use.

It's difficult to find any weak points in Din’s stance. Every step he takes is measured and purposeful, confident in where it will land. It feels like you're constantly on your back foot, fending him off instead of putting up a fight. You’ve managed to tire him and for once, you see the attack coming. Din steps forward, his arm following through with it, and you seize your opportunity. Rather than backing away, you step in towards him.

You dodge the punch and catch his arm, pulling him forward and sweeping his legs out from under him. The surprise of the motion and your building strength work to your advantage, toppling Din backwards. 

Unfortunately for you, you come down with him.

You let out a small squeal as you're pulled to the floor, the force of it disorienting. Din may not have expected the fall, but he has the reflexes to make up for it. You land on top of him more than the mat, his body taking a bulk of the impact. You’ll never know if that was intended or not. In your combined shock, neither of you move for a moment, taking in the new position you find yourselves in.

Din is looking up from beneath you, your legs straddling his wide body. You use the hand that got pinned against his chest to sit up, still half in shock.

"Did I just-?" you ask.

"You did."

"You swear you didn't just give that one to me?"

"No, that was all you."

"Holy shit! I actually took you down?" You laugh, elated to finally one up him in a spar. A surge of confidence pulses through you. "Look who's got the upper hand now, big guy," you taunt, leaning in towards his helmet.

Din doesn’t say anything but his hands slowly slide up your thighs, cementing you in place. The delicate position you’re in can no longer be ignored, just as the fire burning deep within you can’t. Rational thought flies out the window as you wait to see where this is headed. Forming words to find out becomes impossible.

His hands are warm, carving a trail through your thin athletic pants. You never imagined a moment quite like this and you've done a fair amount of that alone in your room at night. Thank the maker for the well insulated walls.

Mercifully, he stops when he lands on your hips. You both are taking slow, measured breaths like still air before the skies open and let loose. You open your mouth to say what you aren’t even certain and all that escapes is a small shriek as Din flips you flat on your back.

With his considerable size, he fills your vision. The bulk of his mass hovers just above your body, making you all too aware of the way he's settled between your legs. Trying to move is futile and the last thing on your mind.

Somehow during the flip his hands moved to your wrists which are now pinned to the mat. Even this close you can't see through the visor, but you can feel his eyes on you. Your chest heaves, grazing his ever so slightly with each inhale. 

Din has you completely at his mercy. Most in this position would be pleading for their lives only to end up lodged in carbonite. You know that won't be your fate, but a thrill runs down your spine to think of all that he could do with you.

You wish you could look into his eyes – if only to have some better indication of what's running through his mind. Instead all you can see is your own warped reflection, which makes you more nervous with every passing second. It feels like you’re laying everything bare without having to say a word.

“Never assume you have the upper hand, cyare.”

Before you have a chance to respond, Din is up and walking away from you on the mat. He heads straight towards his room, the smallest of glances back at you before the door slides shut.

The ghost of Din’s body is still pressed against yours. You don't think a cold shower is going to take care of this. You fall back against the mat, trying to calm your breathing. "Fuck."

***

Din’s heart races as he closes the bedroom door. This has been happening more and more often lately. It’s completely unlike him to run from a confrontation, but this isn’t a fight. This is something completely different.

He sets Grogu down on the bed, who stares up at him with wide eyes. It doesn’t take a genius to see the concern his son has for him. “Patu!”

Din takes his helmet off, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I know, ad," he says, sounding defeated.

It was so simple this time. He came back from a hunt to find you feeding Grogu, something you've done more times than he can count now, and he lost all semblance of sense. You probably think he had a bad day based on his stilted reaction towards you and quick retreat into his room, when in reality he got a solid lead. He can’t think straight around you. Every little thing you do distracts him and fills his head with cotton balls. 

Grogu tugs on him, forcing his tiny body into Din's lap. He babbles some more, the meaning behind the almost words still coming through loud and clear. Din doesn't have a good answer. 

You laugh or smile, or sometimes all you have to do is look at him, and he turns into a bumbling fool. Din can hear Paz’s laughter in his head at the way he stumbles over his words with you.

Sometimes he thinks you’re just as affected as he is, but he can never be sure. He would hate to be presumptuous and if you are affected, you do a far better job of hiding it. 

Every day is a step further into unknown territory. You work your way deeper into his heart, cementing your place there while scaring the shit out of him. What would it be like to change the nature of your relationship? Din's not sure he has it within him to find out. Not if it ruins everything you currently share.

He's thought of you, and even Tex, as part of his aliit for weeks now. It's become next to impossible to imagine his life without you. He knows Grogu feels the same way.

Only one question remains. Where does he go from here? He could leave things as they are, which seems safe but more torturous with every passing day, or he could take the risk and potentially ruin everything.

Din groans again and falls backwards onto his bed. Whatever the answer is, he's not working it out today. Grogu doesn't have it either and gently pokes at the tip of Din’s nose. Hopefully he can figure out this tangle in his heart soon.

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Step by Step Episode 8 Ramblings

Episode 7 Ramblings, here

Put is not even gonna let Pat say his piece? 2 minutes in and I'm already burning mad

"I haven't taken you for granted like before"

"I know, you've been really good to me" Oh Pat, you pathalogical people pleaser

I continue being impressed by this show showcasing how adults do and should handle relationships and everything that comes with it. This must be one of the most realistic breakup scenes in BLs. And it is done without compromising the emotions of the characters. Hats off, really

Jane is wearing two layers of pink. Our resident Tumblr color demon @respectthepetty has taught us that pink = love, so good to know that his feelings has remained unchanged or even intensified from last when we saw him

My god, Khun Jeng looks so fineeeeeeeee

And he's wearing a dark blue shirt underneath his neutral brown jacket. While Pat is in a dark blue cardigan. Interesting

Ohhhhhhh wow Jane is pissed and Jaab is too. The cat fight between these two is gonna be hilarious

Put, you insufferable snake, ya dumped. Stop misrepresenting facts

Jeng, how the fuck did you know? Are you really THAT perceptive?

Oh man, that is the worst takeaway you can ever have from a failed relationship

*jaw dropped* Oh Jeng is going for the jugular. Oh he's done playing games, he wants to fight

Oooooooooof. Put, you manipulative bastard

Oh it's still not over. Oh they're still going, holy shit, this is intense

Is that a threat, about coming out? Seriously, what the fuck

I CAN'T WAIT to read all the body language analyses y'all are gonna write on that scene. Woah, that really was something

Ae and Beam are here!

Well, Ae looks like a goddess, as usual. What else is new?

I love this scene and the commentary that comes with it. Keep your noses out of pregnant people's business, for fuck's sake! How hard is it to have some basic decency?

I love that Tae is calling out how quickly Jeng's mood changes from brooding to giddy and vice versa in this conversation.

We have a new stuffie. The shark is out and the tiger is in. YES I SEE IT AND I LOVE IT

Oh I'm sooo ready for this non-date date. I want the sweet, sweet fluff to drown me. Gimme all the blushing, all the eye contact, all the accidental brushing of fingers, GIVE IT TO ME

OH MY GOD, he planned the whole thing. He had people move chairs out of the way for aesthetics. This complete bitch (affectionate)

GUYS, THE FLIRTING, I know I said I can handle it, but this is too adorable ^^

Jeng just hung up on his brother in a flash, not even waiting for him to respond? Oh that's cold

Oh shit, Pat is drunk, again, Here come the truth bombs

Damn, Man Trisanu is nailing this. He is acting his ass off to show how restless Jeng feels before every almost-confession

This slowburn is gonna kill us all, honestly

Oh we are dancing, oh it's so gloriously awkward, oh make it stop

Jaab, my beloved, I've missed your melodrama. You look like a divorced sugar baby who won half the riches in the settlement, I love it

Jeng tells Pat he can be just a safe space for him, while Pat is sobbing on his shoulder about his ex. All while Jeng has been trying the whole day to confess his own feelings for Pat. Every atom of this man is a green flag, I swear

These drunk disaster gays, I love them so much

Pat, sweetie, no. Please, you must be joking. Don't tell me you didn't know, DON'T TELL ME YOU ARE THAT OBLIVIOUS!

Okay, now Pat has to rethink each and every one of their interactions to see if he has ever misled Jeng, or if Jeng has ever crossed his boundaries. And then recalibrate his feelings with this new information. Yeah, this could take a while.

I'm leaning more and more towards the possibility of a second season, or even a special episode, after the show ends. Because there is no way they can fit all the domesticity these characters deserve within the next couple of episodes.

Ahhhh I can't believe the slowburn is still not over. I love it and I hate it and I'm pretty sure this show has turned me into a sadomasochist.

#step by step #step by step series #step by step the series #step by step ep8

[no0t2]

@checkadii

I literally just woke up so this is the worst time to post this but ngl I have this problem where I wanna talk about it but I blank so fucking hard and fall flat on my face that I end up not talking about it anyway out of sheer embarrassment.

I'm not good at structuring my thoughts properly either because of ADHD, but here goes I guess.

I usually gotta segway into the topic if it's relevant to the conversation usually via,, friend convo, I don't know how people do deepdives of characters and whatnot I can't do that. I'm not sure why that is, this always has been a thing for me where I've got some level of understanding and my own HCs and such but they're not written or anything, so I can't express them.

To me Postal is just a silly series (minus P1 and Redux), not to be taken too seriously. So I don't really think about the "lore" that it has so much. I can ramble about Postal: Brain Damaged tho, that's probably my favourite cos of gameplay... And the designs as well as the soundtrack. It's just such a good game, I never thought shooters would ever be a genre I'd like to play, as I was so against playing them (thanks Half-Life for opening up my eyes). I can say definitely with confidence that retro styled FPS are especially something I find fun? Not on intense difficulty or anything either, I usually can't go above normal.

I've listened to "Straight Outta Suburbia" for like over an hour straight, I'm pretty sure even during while I was drawing one of my BD sketches lol

Back to Postal in general, I frankly haven't done enough "research" on it where I can properly speak about it aside from the games I've played (P1, P2, Paradise Lost and P:BD) And they're all games that are super different from each other (aside from P2 and PL, but even then). I'd also say I'm still pretty new to the series, speaking as I haven't played all of the games yet. Frankly, I was planning to just stick to P2 and that's it, glad I didn't.

Postal 1 I remember making me feel all sorts of weird things when I both played it and after I finished it. The load up intro scared the shit out of me the first time I opened the game, to where I had to pause for a minute. And it kept spooking me each time I did open it. I think that was kinda the point of the game as it's pretty dark compared to it's counterparts. I won't get into the lore of the 1st Dude cos I've seen people pluck at each other's feathers over the interpretation of him. But essentially, guy looses his shit during an episode, starts killing everyone. (Or just, "hostiles", depends how you play the game.)

P2 is so wildly different (aside from the fact that you can shoot people) that when I first opened it I was so confused how I was met with THAT Dude. I was surprised to hear him talk more beyond than just "BLEED" or "Only my weapon understands me". At the time I was also wrangling personal fears and feelings(which I don't know if I wanna get into, let alone if people would even wanna hear it lol) over playing the Postal series, so my initial expectation towards the game was:

"Okay, I know this is going to have some offensive shit in it, there's parts that won't be fun probably." And hoped for the worst, surprisingly a lot of the stuff in it I didn't find that bad, most of it is definitely fucked up, but nothing I couldn't handle, surprisingly. I played neutral-y, so I only attacked whoever attacked me, but I'd bail if I had the chance.

Paradise Lost plays similarly to Postal 2 (as it's literally the same branch of game just in the form of DLC). But I've found myself enjoying it way more than Postal 2, mostly cuz I found some of the jokes in it actually funny.

P3 I haven't played because I got rick rolled by RWS on the website so I'm not gonna play it out of spite </33 (But I've seen gameplay)

Postal: Brain Damaged is like, even more different than the previous entries as it's a retro styled shooter. But it has the charm of a Postal game and MAN is it good, I think the fact that it was released more recently is what made me enjoy its humor more. And it just!! Is so fun in general like wow, I'm still processing playing the game and I've already been thinking of replaying it because of how much I've enjoyed it. Definitely recommend trying it out.

AND WOWWW this has gotten long oops. Sorry.

I wanna note tho that, although there are aspects of Postal I enjoy, there's a lot of them that I don't, namely the offensive bits, some of them are genuinely fucked up where I can't go past them even in a comedic sense. Which I think is OK. I still enjoy other parts of it :^]

#this is such a long ramble I'm soo sorry #There might be typos dnhdhw #I'm not maintagging this do not perceive me #nines rambles #<- LITERALLY

[fortunesfavours]

time travel in ten - sequential narrative collage piece done for my class, Artifact.

ramblings below the cut for those interested in the process/life update for friends who have noticed i've been gone

right lmao. i had two weeks to do this project and had a completely different idea that i just could not get myself to be excited about. emailed my prof in desperation, but it being like 10 pm meant that she was not about to respond. within 30 minutes, as it goes, i got struck with divine inspiration by whatever force of nature governs procrastination-induced genius, and i promptly spent the next 12 waking hours non-stop working on this.

my class, artifact, is a requirement for the foundation year at the college i attend. it centers around time-based media, ranging from the sequential illustration here to video later in the semester, and a bunch of other projects designed to get us thinking in 4d. artifact is the theme of the class - my peers are doing the same projects under a variety of different themes (tragically, haunting filled up too quickly and i missed out on enrollment in that one).

our first project was designing an artifact and doing a write-up of the story behind it. the girl to my left made beaded spiders members of a fictional cult carried. the guy across from me made an amulet of a long-dead god. you get the vibes. mine, which I still need to take professional photos of, is a pocketwatch that lets you time travel. cause, yknow. i'm me. it was gonna be about time travel.

i had originally intended to do a bunch of drawings of the watch's owner, building out her backstory and the world she lives in, and explaining why the watch exists,,,, then i couldn't bring myself to pick up the stylus. I just can't seem to find the energy for my usual digital art (sorry friends i miss yall i'm still here i swear).

here's the bit about my life so feel free to stop reading if you just care about the art 👍

I haven't drawn fanart or my ocs in months now, since last semester, and I miss it a whole bunch but right now that creative energy just. is not happening. i don't plan on abandoning it forever by any means, but p much everything i have is going towards school right now. sad as that is, i'm having so much fun, and i'm so proud of the technical improvements i've made. I've got so many things i want to create, mostly for my ocs. i still love crit role, but i've fallen of campaign three. i don't have the time, and the story hasn't been engaging me for a bit.

i've been really into dr who lately, and am eagerly waiting for the spare time to sit and watch all of candela obscura. i'm in a new dnd game. i've got friends! real life friends! irl friends who called me the wizard friend within a few hours of knowing me before i even opened my mouth about dnd lmao. i've discovered a new love of collage, and i've just declared my major in something unique to my school, a program called Studio for Interrelated Media. i'll be learning about illustration still through the extra electives i'll have room for, but i also get to explore printmaking in more depth, as well as event planning, installation, curation, and theatre work as well.

i miss being on here a whole bunch and want to be more active when i get more time. don't plan on abandoning this blog by any means. boston has been kind to me, and though i have had some Real Low Points, i've also been living the life i've hoped for since i was a kid. i'm good, really really good.

to my friends, ily, i miss you, and i hope you're well. can't wait to catch up on all yalls art and fic. sending all my love. <3

#my art #collage #mixed media

[kouyuzu]

Link Click: 时光代理人

Gonna rant/ ramble obsess about Link Click

I watched the whole two seasons in two days and had to wait 5 minutes for the update for the last episode so i can't image the pain of those who had to wait 2 years for season 2. Hopefully didn't just jinx that

some quick notes that I think are hilarious:

Qian Jin for those who don't know chinese, his characters are 钱进: which means Money, enter (come in).

The anime name ShiGuang DaiLi Ren 【时光代理人】 translates to "time" "On the behalf of" and "person/ people", so the meaning is someone who (sees) manipulates/ alters time (for you).

These are just some random notes about SGDLR/ LC that I have, but most of the ranting will happen below, although it's heavy on the spoilers so I wouldn't read if you haven't seen everything yet.

SPOILERS BELOW

The comment section on crunchyroll has most of the questions i had covered but some things i'm still thinking about:

1. Lu Guang can't fight (we see this in episode 6 + 7 when it's confirmed that Cheng Xiaoshi is the one in his body on the pier). Secondly, he's still recovering from his injury from season 1 finale, but he's out here landing punches and putting daddy Terminator Qiao Jin in choke holds etc etc in the finale. This means that it's likely that's actually Cheng Xiaoshi in Lu Guang's body (again) for that fight.

a. Which brings the question of Lu Guang Diving into the photos at the end of episode 12: did he acquire Cheng XiaoShi's powers (can powers be transferred as shown through Xixi (they call her Xiao Xi actually, but translation said no, just call her XiXi because "little xi" doesn't match syllables or sound as cute/ make as much sense)'s death and Qiao Ling. Maybe TianXi just showed QiaoLing the memories, but I kind of hope the power was transferred to QiaoLing since XiXi is dead (this is true because of the title of the final episode).

b. If this it is true that Lu Guang has Cheng XiaoShi's power to dive he'd be unstoppable with both powers as just him. My friend said as a joke "maybe his hair is white because he's secretly old af from all of the diving he's done." I think though that Lu Guang is probably younger than Cheng XiaoShi because it would be ironic he's technically more mature.

2. this (official art btw) drawing of Qian Jin, the shadow is of Liu Xiao, the eldest brother in the rich family (aka 'Hat Guy')— so perhaps the mastermind behind that family is actually the brother/ Liu Xiao/ Hat Guy, and not Qian Jin.

a. The brother, Liu Xiao, was also abroad for the past few years and I'm sure that has an important part to play— Im curious what that means for the next season. I have no ideas about it, but I'm intrigued.

#link click #link click spoilers #lu guang #时光代理人 #shiguang daili ren #qian jin #lc lu guang #lc qian jin #Liu Xiao #lc liu xiao #cheng xiaoshi #kou.yuzu

[southerntigress]

Glitter

"I swear to God if you don't tell me where we are going and who we are meeting I'm gonna throat punch you" I said annoyed while sitting in the passenger side of my best friend's car going to a "surprise location" to do a special shoot with a unnamed (to me at the moment) photographer. I hated surprises cause it could mean 1 of 4 things. 1. I love it 2. Hate it 3. Give me anxiety

"Calm ya tits fido you will see very soon and believe me you will love it and thank me" Joanna said

I just rolled my eyes huffed and closed my eyes to try and get a little nap in before getting there, it's 7am and we have about 1 and half hour drive.

Joanna and I have been besties ever since we were little girls she moved away to California when she was a teen and we keep in touch over the years. When I turned 18 I moved there after my parents passed away for a new scenery and she had been begging me for years to come up there. I got into modeling and decided California would be the best place to get my foot in the door. I've been pretty successful made a decent living but I quit a couple years ago I was growing stale and needed a change. So I took some of my savings and opened up a clothing line with Joanna which brings me here today and why we are driving at a ungodly hour almost 2 hours away to do a photoshoot with this yet to be named cause it's a surprise photographer. I hate mornings and I hate surprises.

"Amy wake up we are here" Joanna says while shaking me

"Five more minutes mom" I mumble

Joanna giggles "no get your ass up and out of this car or I will drag you out"

I open my eyes and raise my eyebrows at her "don't threaten me with a good time"

She just shakes herhead and laughs "come on"

We get out of the car and head inside the building I look around and roll my eyes " oh look a studio some surprise this is" I say sarcastically

"Stop being a brat and bitching this is just the icing on the cake " she says

I once again roll my eyes and say " oh boy can't wait to see the cake" I say sassy like as we approach a lady behind a desk

"Good morning I'm Tiffany you must be Joanna and Amy" she says as she reaches out to shake our hands

"That we are" Joanna says with smile

I just nod did I mention I'm not a morning person? I haven't had my coffee and I'm hungry.

Tiffany looks at me and raises her eyebrows then laughs "oh Nikki is going to have his hands full with you I see"

" right? Give him a run for his money" Joanna giggles

"Um, hello I'm right here bitches don't talk about me like I'm not here. And stop with this talking in code shit I'm not in the mood." I say with way more attitude then I attended I was getting irritated with them not telling what is going on

" now that we got that out of the way-" Tiffany starts bit I cut her off

"We ain't got nothing out of the way. I still don't know who this Nikki guy is nor do I have coffee and I'm starving so if we could cut the chit chat and tell me what the hell is going on so I can get coffee and food that would be lovely" I roll my eyes

Joanna sighed " fine but after I tell you will you promise to be nicer"

"Depends on if I get coffee and food afterwards" I said as Joanna walked off in search of coffee

"The guy we are talking about is Nikki Sixx and he's gonna be the photographer today" Tiffany said with a smile

"Hold on pump the brakes" I said taking a deep breath in to calm myself I could not have heard right.

"As in Nikki walking sex on legs motley crue icon Sixx" I rambled on

Tiffany chuckled " yes ma'am"

Holy hell I done died and in heaven this can't  be real

I was breathing heavily when Joanna came back and handed me my coffee " I see you told her huh" she laughed looking at Tiffany who only nodded with a smile then answered the phone. While Joanna and I sat down drinking our coffee.

"Speak of the devil, that was Nikki he said he will be a little late his meeting is running later that planned" Tiffany informed us

"Ok we will just go eat and come back later or you can call us when he's on his way back and we will come back" I said

"Ok sounds good see ya in a bit" Tiffany said

We sat at a local diner talking and eating we decided to go shop around it had been almost 2 hours and we still haven't heard back from Tiffany so we decided to just go back home and call Tiffany to reschedule seeing as he was too busy to even care to call and let us know anything. At this point I was pissed and tired and just wanted to sleep.

We pulled up to my house Joanna looks over at me " I'm sorry Amy today was a waste of time I got your hopes up for nothing he didn't even show or have the balls to have his assistant to call or anything"

I look at her "it is what it is, it's not your fault he's an asshole for doing that. Good night love I'll call you tomorrow" I get out of the car and she drives off.

I go in my house toss my keys on my table go upstairs to get a shower after my shower I throw on a thong and a tshirt and lay down since it's late and I'm just trying to relax before I go to sleep

I was about to start a movie when I hear a knock on the door I get up not bothering to put pants on or robe thinking it's Joanna that maybe she changed her mind and wanted to sleep over tonight. I opened the door and my breath hitches in my throat Nikki Sixx is standing there glaring at me

"What are you doing here and how do you know where I live" I said glaring back I'm still pissed at the stunt he pulled today and if he was looking for a fight he picked the right bitch tonight

He didn't say anything he just walked right passed me in my home liked he lived here

"Oh pleae do come in it is your house after all" I say sarcastically with a eyeroll and shut the door

He turns to face me "it is my home so I can come and go as I please"

Who does this bitch think he is?

I scoff "really? Wanna tell that to my bank account?  Cause if memory serves me correctly I'm the one that bought and paid for this house and my name is on the deeds not yours"

"Yeah? Thanks for making my pockets fatter" he smirks

I just glare at him and he chuckles " this used to be my house before you bought it"

"That explains the hideous interior when I got it" I smirk at him

He raises his eyebrows at me and continues to glare "you got a smartmouth for someone that left me high and dry"

" excuse me but you are the one who left me high and dry I was there on time you were the one that never showed and didn't have the balls to call and let me know " I said

" you could've waited" he said

I scoffed " who do you think you are? I waited around for 2 hours and was ghosted so I came back home. I'm not gonna waste my time for someone who stands me up and then you wanna come to my house and act like you're the shit and the world revolves around you. Newsflash Nikki it doesn't and I'm not gonna sit around and wait for nobody" I snapped

" you're a bitch I don't know why I even bothered coming over here" he said

"Why did you come to my house this late after what you did? And then walk in here acting like you own this place and run shit u don't run shit and you damn sure don't own or run me" I said titling my head and squinting my eyes

Nikki swifty ran up to me grabbed my shoulders  and pinned me against the wall glaring at me " you're a fucking bitch watch your fucking mouth and how you speak to me " he raised his voice

I smirked at him " you don't fucking scare me I've dealt with bigger and badder dicks than you. I'll watch how I speak to you when you watch how you speak to me"

"I swear to God if you don't shut your fucking mouth right now I'm-"

"You're gonna what Nikki?" I said interrupting him

He glared at me and I could feel the heat radiating off of him and I ain't even gonna lie I was quite turn on. I know I'm crazy but seeing Nikki all fired up and having his body pinned against mine is hot as hell. Then suddenly he yelled a frustrated "fuuuuckk" and then crashed his lips onto mine I instantly kissed him back and within minutes things escalated and the next thing I know we are in heated make out section hands roaming and tongues exploring.

I suddenly came to my senses and pushed him off of me "no you don't get to come in to my home talk to me the way you did and expect me to give in to you and have sex with you especially after we just met and how you so rudely stood me up with the photoshoot and then have the balls to blame me. Take responsibility for your actions man up and actually use your other head to talk with for once in your life. Just cause you're a rock star doesn't mean I'm gonna drop my pants for you" I snapped at him

He looked me up and down "you don't have to drop your pants for me seeing you answered your door in a thong" he smirked

"Get out! Get out right now!" I yelled and pushed him towards the door

He opened the door and stopped looking back at me " to be continued" he said

I slammed the door shut behind him.

#nikki sixx smut #nikki sixx fanfiction #Nikki sixx #Motely crue #nikki sixx oneshot

[spitzobsessed]

Warning for little swearing, ooc and possible spoilers.

This is a spur of the moment fic, best described as a "what if scenario" one'd think of in the shower. Because I love my Agent and he deserves to fight the Republic in every way possible.

Bear in mind that I've never played past Coruscant of the Trooper story. So of course this fic is set on the first planet, and the spoilers refer to the end of Ord Mantell planet arc for Trooper. Oh yes, this has nothing to do with Agent's story.

aand im rambling, sorry, sorry

___________

That was it. The end. Some few minutes left to accept what they'd done.

They were no longer Republic soldiers and in less than an hour they will no longer be in Republic space.

Commander Harron Tavus battled his doubts in silence, not letting anything to show on his face. After all, there was no turning back now. The team seemed to be having a better time dealing with their choice.

Commander however.... Loyalty turned out to be a trickier bitch than he thought. And back when everything was clear his loyalties were clear. They haven't changed, not really. He had a Squad to keep alive and a Republic to serve. But if the choice was between his Havoc and some bastards issuing orders from the safety of Coruscant, he knew who came first.

If the Republic deemed the Havoc unimportant enough to just leave them to die, well, the Havoc would treat the Republic appropriately.

At least the Imperial officer was smart enough to keep his expression neutral. Had the fascist scum tried to gloat, Harron would not be held responsible for his actions.

...

The shuttle was ready to be boarded when the guards shouted. In a moment over two dozen blaster rifles were aimed squarely at the intruder's chest. Commander heard Fuse swear under their breath. He agreed with them. Walking right up to them, as if oblivious to all the weapons trained on him, was the newest addition to Havoc. Sergeant Aaden Challe had a complicated expression. He stopped right in front of Harron and Imperial officer, after making a show of looking around at everyone gathered. He pointedly let his gaze linger on the warhead stripped to the shuttle.

He was a dead man for coming here.

Harron felt cold at the realisation. He had no choice but to kill the new guy now, for there was no other way. He did prove to be quite patriotic. That was why Harron ordered him to stay at the base.

Why was he here?

"You should not be here,"

"You went silent. Base Command feared you were dead,"

It would be better if they were right.

Commander looked at Sergeant. There was steel in the other man's eyes. They both knew what had to happen.

Imperial officer seemed to miss how tense the situation was becoming:

"Deal with the intruder, Commander Tavus. We're on a tight schedule."

Soldiers around them did not lower their rifles. But this was a chance to keep the stupid boy alive. He will be in trouble afterwards but at least he would be alive.

"This has nothing to do with you. You should have stayed at base."

"You're defecting from the Republic. And what's this, a passage fee?" - Sergeant Challe nodded at the warhead. - "What, you think the Empire will welcome you just like this?"

Havoc tensed. They knew that warhead was their ticket to freedom. The Empire would not accept them otherwise, and that admiral had wanted the weapon badly enough to negotiate their future.

Harron saw Wraith inch closer to Challe, syringe ready in hand. Sedative, probably, she kind of liked the guy.

Just keep his attention on me.

"The Republic doesn't care about us. During a mission to Ando Prime, they simply left us to die. I have no intention of letting that happen again."

Challe twitched an eyebrow, as if forcing himself remain impassive.

One more step.

"You have a future with them. We made our choice."

Wraith lunged at Challe, and some of the soldiers startled. Which was a mistake because blaster shots were fired and as Harron with the rest of Havoc took cover to return fire, they barely noticed Sergeant catch the woman and pin her down, all in a fraction of a moment.

"Halt!"

In the following silence the adrenaline rush felt overwhelming.

Harron took in the situation: imperial officer stood proud while the rest took cover.

He turned to the Sergeant:

"Trooper. Surrender now or be executed."

The man in question sat still for a moment, holding Wraith's hands. Then, slowly, he let go of her, and put his hands up. The Officer motioned to his men and a pair immediately put away their weapons and rushed to the surrendered man. They confiscated his weapons and handcuffed him. Wraith stood up and walked toward the rest of Havoc.

It felt surreal to watch the Imperials herd - prisoner now- Challe into the shuttle while their officer simply watched. He then faced Harron:

"This concludes our business on Ord Mantel."

The man then gestured for the Havoc to board the shuttle. And so they did. Some of the soldiers followed them inside, and lastly the officer and his escort came in.

...

The atmosphere astonishingly was equally grim and awkward. At least, among the Havoc Squad.

Harron could see it in the others' gazes that they were.. worried. For the new guy, most likely, and what would become of him, and more importantly, what would the admiral do about the uncounted for Republic soldier.

The flight off Ord Mantell and from the system was not long. It felt like an eternity still.

...

Half an hour later and the telltale shudder of exiting hyperspace went through the shuttle. The grand finale, thought Harron, as the Imperials began preparing to disembark.

Then, their shuttle entered the docking bay of an Imperial Destroyer, and landed, and everything grew still in waiting.

The entrance opened and Harron was politely led out and onto the deck of the bigger ship. He noticed the others being led out similarly and as he took in the bay he understood why. There, in all his imperial glory stood the admiral who would accept their defection and the "passage fee". Harron stood in parade rest, about to greet the man, when behind him Sergeant was led out as well.

Harron did his best not to react as Challe was led forward, unarmed and hands bound. For such a dire situation, the younger man held himself surprisingly well.

"Release him."

What.

Harron did look around that time, but the Admiral's attention was squarely on Challe. Who was now rubbing his wrists.

"I do appreciate that, Admiral."

"Hm. We'll talk later. Adjutant, show the good man the guest cabin." - an inconspicuous man walked up and quietly instructed Challe to follow. - "Now, to tha matter of the former Havoc Squad-"

"What's going on?!" - who would- Ah, Gearbox, the one to meet and insist on the safety of their addition, was known to care about young soldiers under his command. - "Why are you taking Sergeant Challe? Where are you taking him? Wh-"

"I believe you have no authority to interrupt your superiors," - the Admiral spoke over Gearbox, sounding both annoyed and disgusted.

"Sergeant Challe is no threat, he was not supposed to even be here," - Harron tried to sound nonchalant. The situation made little sense.

"And I have no value as a prisoner nor do I possess any valuable information?" - Challe stopped half the hangar away from the group. He did not sound upset or accusatory, no, but something in his voice- "Commander Harron, are you trying to dig my grave?"

Sergeant turned to face them and those words-

He was mocking them.

Laughing at him.

"Cipher Ten, I can handle this. Thank you for your aid with the mission," - the Admiral dismissed Challe and started telling something to him but Harron heard nothing. Cipher. Cipher agent of the Imperial Intelligence. The most dreaded tool of the Empire apart from Sith. Challe was- No, no, that couldn't be.

"Is that true?" - Fuse sounded breathless, and this time Harron was certain that feeling of being hit in the gut was a shared experience. - "Were you- "

"Were you sent to spy on us? Or kill us?" - Needles finished for him. There was hate growing in his gaze, and as Harron quickly glanced at Wraith, her face too was turning into a mask.

But Challe- Cipher, Cipher Ten admiral called him, resumed his walk after the adjutant. Instead, the Admiral spoke:

"Cipher Ten was supposed to determine the validity of your promise. To ensure this defection wasn't a cowardly ruse to harm the Empire. And to make sure the warhead was not sabotaged. You understand," - Admiral then gestured for the men to follow him. - "Now, Commander Tavus, we have a lot to discuss. Let us relocate to my office."

#swtor #writing #short story #swtor fic #swtor trooper #imperial agent #harron tavus #havoc squad #short fic

[mangonatural]

Rules: Make a 24 hour poll with the names of your WIPs, let it run, then work for 10 minutes for every vote the winner receives.

Thank you for the tag, @angelcasendgame!!!!! I am not sure I will be able to work on anything very soon just because life came after me again, and turns out I'm gonna be moving over the next month or so, but I really do hope I can find time!!

None of these have names yet lol. I put the SPN ones first, but technically I've been trying to break my writer's block by returning to The Great Gatsby (It's all Nick/Gatsby btw, just realized that might not be immediately evident) with limited success. It's always come easier for me. But all of this is stuff I do actively want to work on.

Ohh I don't know who to tag. I'm sure everyone in this circle has been tagged already, and most of the people I talk to regularly enough to know about their projects have more or less left Tumblr... I do absolutely want to pass this your way though, @antique-ro-man!! (It's Wes, btw!) I also wanna tag @heyfagbutt! And then anyone else who sees this and wants to participate, I also encourage it!! This is such a cool idea :D !!

Long, rambling explanations down here ⬇⬇

I think the name is pretty explanatory? The gist of it is they go after the same guy and become pseudo-enemies but they keep bumping into each other like this and decide to work together after a while 👍 this is a really bad hook LMAO. Anyway, I'm trying to build on the idea that they work REALLY well together when they do it intentionally but fail comically when they don't.

Pretty much what it says on the tin as well. No Supernatural AU. Dean goes to a community college to get a certification to help with his work elsewhere, but Cas, a figure drawing model, catches him drawing (which Dean's been doing on and off as a hobby) and tries to get him to sign up for the arts program.

I technically only have a summary of this, and I'm not entirely sure if I will write it all out, but I do want to at least put more time into the development before I dedicate to giving up on it bc of scope lol. I just have SUCH a soft spot for fake relationship AUs. Also, I just found out that while I have FINALLY aged into independent FAFSA eligibility, I am once again tax bracketed out. Anyway, financial abuse is real and I want to project my suffering onto Dean. Also immigrant Cas, but I haven't decided where I want him to be from yet. I think this has a lot of potential for some pretty hefty character redesigns too so it's also compelling to me from that angle. I guess I could also write it for TGG, but I did initially think of it for Destiel, so.

I don't know how to explain this one very well except that I had unhelpfully written "poolboy au" in my notes and then proceeded to forget what the hell I meant. This fic was an attempt to resurrect that but ended up being a funky modern West Coast re-imagining where Gatsby can't even "make it" as much as he wants to, and Nick can't find a place to live except for a less-than-legally rented pool house. It's not meant to be a full rewrite or anything though.

Uhhh yeah, I'm keeping the details private for this one ahaha but that's just because it wasn't supposed to be a big deal and I told a friend she would see what it was when it was done...like oh god probably a month ago at this point... My original scope for this was quite small, but research for it, indecision, and a nasty case of writer's block that I've had for nearly a year now have kept development a bit slow. Hopefully, I'll finish it before the year comes to a close.

I also don't know how to explain this one well other than "after being rejected by Daisy (Canon Divergent), Gatsby attempts to buy his way into a bewildered Nick's heart. Though the fic is from Nick's POV, Gatsby's just had his worldview shattered and is in a bit of denial, but instead of pursuing Daisy harder, he channels all of that energy into Nick (though he's not really sure why he's doing it at first). I wasn't sure what to put up at the top because I absolutely don't want my code name for this public at least until it's done LMAO.

#new post #tag game #spn #cause i'm gonna kick this over to my main too bc of the tgg #but i SAID i was gonna quarantine the spn stuff here so . #sorry i feel soo much more rambly than normal #did you know that some property managers will approve you in fewer than 2 hours after you submit your application? #can't stop thinking about that

[dualiti-real]

Pinned Post To Explain My OC Universe

Who are you?

The name's Spooky! (He/him) I'm an artist who likes makin guys. My art blog is @sp00ky-doodles and it's where I'll probably be reblogging stuff from initially.

What is Dualiti?

Dualiti is a country that has been sealed inside of a magical force field for about 1000 years in order to contain a very powerful magical threat.

Forgotten by the rest of the world and unable to leave the boundaries of their country, Dualiti over time has become a sort of fucked up and weird place. (Exacerbated by a buildup of magic in the area and aforementioned magical threat still being present.)

If you want a basic idea of daily life in Dualiti, imagine a mundane everyday activity (say, getting an ice cream cone from the store,) and then make it like 100% more over the top and dangerous. (If you want to get ice cream from the store you have to navigate the hell maze of product that changes its floorplan every five minutes, all while being hunted by like, a lion or something. This is normal and expected.)

Mostly though, Dualiti's worldbuilding is built around whatever I think would be the most fun thing to do at that moment. (Fun for me, not for anyone who lives there, depending on what I do with it.)

What is the Premise of Dualiti (the story)?

The story of Dualiti is the aftermath of a story failing to reach its conclusion. A great evil emerged, and when a group of heroes rose up to try and stop it.. they failed. They managed to contain the evil, but trapped themselves and the kingdom inside with it in the process.

The Magical evil entity is his own character, also. He's a silly guy who is terrible and I love him btw. He's like a magic parasite who can infect people and then they do evil.

I would say there's a main character, but I haven't actually settled on one. I keep finding that I'm enjoying bouncing between the stories of various characters who live in the setting.

Who are all these characters you've been drawing?

Wow thats so cool that you ask, I actually have a character list on my Neocities you can check out! It doesn't have all the characters (yet) but it has the ones I draw most frequently, with descriptions and everything! (some are more detailed than others though.)

Click here to check em out!

Why have you made this blog?

Basically, this fictional world is my toybox, and after many years of wiggling the dolls around for my own enjoyment and the enjoyment of close friends and family, I'd like to perhaps show other people my toys. I hope you like them. Or hate them, I'm not your dad.

What will be on this blog?

Reblogs of various drawings ive done, maybe some rambling about characters and worldbuilding whenever I feel like it, maybe one day some actual writing if I'm feeling brave. I'll also be reblogging funny things that I feel vibe with the setting. I'll try and have an organized tagging system for everything.

So yeah! That's it, that's what this blog is. I may edit this post occasionally if something changes but so far I think this is a good starting point. I hope you like my little guys :)

#dualiti

[autism-aint-a-flawtism]

I watched Black Adam for my 18th birthday, here's my spoiler filled thoughts

So I watched it a couple of nights ago for my birthday with my sister and my brother in law. Here's my overall thoughts

-I'm going to lose a LOT of money because I made a boat load of bets that Hawkman dies

*on a separate point, isn't it a little funny that Dr. Fate had to fight canon itself to make sure that Hawkman survived?

-I liked The Rock as Black Adam

*I wouldn't say he's the spitting image of Teth-Adam, but Dwayne Johnson is charming enough

*While I haven't actively read Black Adam comics, I've read him as a guest character in other books to get a general feel for his personality. I wouldn't say it's blatant character assasination, but it's also a more loose interpretation. I do love his costume, both before and after. Just a little salty he didn't have the pointy ears

*I admit his backstory was a little confusing, after a solid second I understood. But, it felt like a problem I often see Grant Morrison or Tom King fall into where the direction is supposed to be conveying more than it's actually showing. It makes sense, it just might take a minute for the non-comic readers to completely get it.

*Also, am I the only one who missed the part where Black Adam actually chose to surrender? I know he made an alliance with the JSA, but I thought that was always on a flimsy foothold. Black Adam doesn't seem like the type to just choose to surrender. Maybe I'm just remembering wrong?

-Not too fond of the OC's

*If they were better acted, I would've liked them more, especially the kid. That kid at times was really charming, and at other times, was really emotionless

*I did like the electrician brother, and "don't worry, I die by electricity" legitimately made me laugh

-I really liked the JSA

*Twister was fine, didn't have too much of a defined personality, but she was fine and her tornado sequences were some of my favorite directed portions of the movie

*Atom Smasher was maybe my favorite. Noah Centineo was a really good cast for what they wanted. I liked the fact they mentioned he was a successor character. I'm a sucker for continuity like that. My sister was shocked to see the guy from Kissing Booth in a superhero movie, and so was I. But he did what he was told

*Hawkman was fine. He wasn't abysmal. I feel like I got small bread crumbs of his character relationships. Like with Dr. Fate, I don't need the entire backstory explained, but I feel like we should've gotten a heart to heart before Fate died to really hit hard. And with Atom Smasher, I feel like his "me and you are talking on the ship" bit should've gotten some type of payoff. Like somehow Atom Smasher should've saved Hawkman and Carter should've gone "Me and you baby! Me and you!" but in a happy way. It felt like Checkov's Gun was never fired. Also, I feel like he should've gotten more moments with Black Adam. From the trailers it looked liked they went from enemies to rivals, but that kind of happened in a snap. I feel like the scene where they were gathering the kidnappers of OC Boy should've been their bonding moment.

*Dr. Fate was definitely my favorite. Everything he said was golden. I've got no critiques on him. He was awesome. Pitch perfect cast. Also, random ramble, but I love that this helmet of fate has no eye holes. That kind of makes perfect metaphorical sense, and I'm shocked that nobody's really done that before.

-Thoughts on the post-credit scene

*God, I am glad to see Henry Cavill back as Superman. Also, am I the only one who noticed that his costume is brighter? God, I love it when his costume is bright. It's awesome. I heard a grown man squeal in my audience. I geeked out with the dude beside me. It was awesome. Bona fide nerd moment.

*Also how on God's mostly blue Earth does Superman owe Amanda Waller a favor? Unless if she know's who Clark really is, I would think that if anything, she owes Superman a favor. I don't know. Little pet peeve I have. I'm just glad to see him back

-Overall Story Opinions

*Fine. I won't say it's the next coming of Christ, but it's solid. It's fun. It's better than anything Marvel's put out since Endgame besides No Way Home. It definitely feels unique. And I feel like unique is what DC is aiming for. My life wasn't changed, but I had a good time at the theatre, and I want to see these characters again.

-Overall Ranking

*7.5/10

*This is going by the Cosmonaut Scale where 5 is completely average. I definitely had fun, I might even watch this a time or two again, but it's not life changing. Lemme know what you thought!

#black adam #black adam 2022 #black adam movie #hawkman #dceu #kent nelson #atom smasher #twister #henry cavill #dc #dc comics #southern nerd reviews #batman