#as he can take care of everything and yet be a better trainer

[homeless-clefairy]

Please correct me if I’m wrong but I’ve barely seen this getting explored in raileon.

And it’s that how they see each other because for what I’ve seen, they have a very different concept of what a rival means. Like, while Raihan sees rivals as an obstacle to be surpassed, your standard (and maybe even meta) definition of rival in the pokémon games, Leon sees rivals as someone he can learn from and be stronger.

Which takes us to how they see each other. For Raihan, Leon is superior to him, while for Leon, they are equals.

Trying to translate that to a relationship, adding to other problems derived of their circumstances, we know Leon doesn’t have much free time, and that they both have a lot of pressure on them because of the League so they need to seem stronger than they are, etc, would make their relationship quite unhealthy if they don’t confront these problems soon. 

I would like to see people exploring this, making them realize that, if they want to keep their relationship, they need to work around how they see themselves and their own problems. And I think if they do that, they both can get a really strong bond.

#gym leader raihan #champion leon #raileon #truerivalshipping #pokemon sword and shield #as always no hate to this ship or whatsoever #it's just that I think that they don't have the healthiest relationship because how the League makes them act around #And I think that they both feed each other's worst traits #Like #Leon has the caregiver complex forged by fire on his soul #Which would only increase Raihan's idea that Leon is superior #as he can take care of everything and yet be a better trainer #which could be translated as Raihan not reaching to Leon when he needs him because he doesn't think he can help #which in turn would make Leon even more closed off emotionally and trying to carry everything again #and you can imagine how this can turn into a vicious cycle #but I totally that #the moment they both see each other how they truly are #and what they think about the other #I think they can totally work around their issues and come out with a solid bond built in trust and mutual respect #Or maybe I just made them break up in my AU and now I'm sad idk

[quintinh43]

Fucking Canada | Luke Hughes

Summary: Luke is out with an injury, Y/n is on break from school. Obviously, the only logical thing is for them to head down to Vancouver to visit Quinn.

Pairings: Luke Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Meantions of Anxiety, Drinking (drink responsibly kids), Some light suggestive content. Use of the name Mariana. Let me know if I missed anything!

Wc: 4.9k

This one's for @toasttt11, stay awesome 🫶🏼

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Luke had been been out with an injury for a week. And it was driving him insane. He had begged and begged the trainers to at least allow him on the ice with the team. He'd batted his long eyelashes and given them puppy dog eyes and the famous Hughes pout, yet somehow they resisted and firmly told him he was not to touch a pair of skates until after his two-week check up.

And that was only if his check-up came back all ok. So in his boredom, he flew down to Michigan to spend time with you, and then decided that as soon as your break started he was flying both of you down to Vancouver for the week, because fuck he missed his big brother.

He rolled his wrist around in its brace, and you smack him in the chest. "Stop doing that. You're gonna aggravate your wrist and make it worse."

"Baby, I swear its fine," he whined, "The trainers don't know what they're talking about."

You snort, and grab his arm, pinning it beneath your torso, being careful to ensure that the strained part of his wrist was not under you.

"Baby, please," he whined, tugging his arm gently. "Let me up,"

"Only if you promise to stop rolling your wrist." You glare.

"I promise" Luke mumbles shifting towards you to run his lips along your jaw. Your stomach flutters, pink dusts across your cheeks, and you let him go immediately. He leans on his elbows and kisses down your neck.

"Luke" you whisper breathlessly.

"Hmm" he hums, nipping at the sensitive skin along the column of your troat.

You bite your lip, debating telling him off. But kissing Luke is much much better than studying physiology, and you haven't had a break in a while. You slam your textbook shut, and all but kick it off the bed.

"You're such a menace," you huff, he wraps his uninjured arm around you, and drags himself fully on top of you, kissing gently down your neck.

"You know you love me," he grins.

"You're lucky I do, Hughes. Now get back to kissing me,"

"Yes ma'am," he chuckles, lips dancing along your collarbones.

There's a knock on your door and before you can tell whoever it is to fuck off, your roommate and best university friend; Mariana barges in.

"Enough sexy time, kids!" she says, ignoring the murderous glares both you and Luke throw her way, "If you still want a ride to the airport, we are leaving in ten." She walks out, leaving the door open. You sigh, nudging Luke with your shoulder, to get off of you. He pecks one last kiss to your cheek and rolls off you, pulling you to your feet so the two of you can get all your things together.

You slide your laptop into your bag, grab all your chargers, and make sure you have an extra set of headphones. Because God knows the worst thing that could possibly happen is being stuck on an airplane with no muisc. After double and triple checking that you have everything, Mariana ushers you out the door hurriedly.

The ride to the airport is nothing special. You and Mariana sit in the front while Luke is banished to the back. You stretch an arm back to hold his hand, and he leans his head on your seat to be closer to you.

"Have fun in Vancouver Babe," Mariana says giving you a tight parting hug, and kiss on the cheek.

"Better take care of my girl Hughes, or I'm coming for that other wrist" She threatens, giving Luke a hug. Luke laughs, patting Mariana's back.

"You know it, Mari," he grins, winking at you.

"Text me when you land, ok?" She says, squeezing your shoulder.

"I will. Thanks for the ride, Mar." You hive her one last squeeze goodbye and take Luke's hand as you head through the airport.

Everything goes smoothly, thank God, and soon you and Luke are boarded the plane. It's a fight over who takes the window seat. You think Luke should have it cause he has longer legs, and Luke thinks you should have it because you deserve the best seat.

After convincing Luke that as long as you're sitting beside him, you do have the best seat, he reluctantly takes the window seat. And makes sure to tell you that if you want to switch at any time, just tell him.

You nod, knowing that you absolutely won't be doing that, but what Luke doesn't know won't hurt him.  You're set to arrive just before Quinn's game tonight, which means that the two of you won't get to see him until later. After going through your mental checklist, making sure everything is organized, you stick your headphones in and rest your head on Luke's shoulder and promptly pass out.

Luke is shaking you awake gently when it's time to get off the plane. "Wake up, Baby, it's time to get going," he says softly.

You sigh, rubbing the tiredness from your eyes, "Alright lets go,"

You grab all of yours and Lukes belongings from the overhead compartment, much to his dismay. "Baby, let me help,"

"Luke Warren, I swear if you touch any of this luggage with that wrist, I'll chop it off," you say sternly. You hand him his backpack, and he slings it over his shoulder with a pout.

You grab his injured hand gently, lacing your fingers together as best as you can with his brace on, and head off the plane. As you step into the Uber, both your phones buzz with a text from Quinn.

Q: I left a key for you guys with the front desk, Luke just has to show some ID.

Q: You guys are coming to the game right?

Luke: Yep, excited to see you Q

You: Were just heading to your place now, to get settled and then we're on our way. See you soon!

Q: Excited to see you guys too.

You arrive at his apartment, and Luke shows his ID to the front desk, and they hand over the key. Quinn's apartment is nice, but it's so clean. It looks like a place out of a modern decor magazine, except for the photos of his family scattered here and there.

There's a two jerseys folded neatly on the bed with a sticky note that says 'Don't be a little bitch' on top. "Nope" Luke says as he immediately lays eyes on it, "I'm not wearing that, nither are you."

You roll your eyes at him, but don't argue. It makes sense that he wouldn't wear it. Players have a thing about not wearing another franchises merchandise. He unzips his suitcase and pulls out two black hoodies with white stitching that says Hughes 43 on the back. Except if you look carefully, the devils logo is stitched on the sleeve.

You shake your head with a smile and take the hoodie from him. "Let me just change into something better, and we'll head out."

Luke nods, digging around for a pair of jeans for himself.  The two of you make quick work of changing, and then you're on your way to the game. Quinn, smartly left the tickets under your name, lest someone spill the beans that Luke Hughes is in Vancouver to watch his brother play.

Your seats are right by the glass. When Quinn notices you, he skates over, unable to keep the smile off his face. "Bitches" he mouths with a smile, as he takes in the lack of Canuck blue in your outfits.

You grin and flash him a heart with your fingers while Luke flips him off, making sure he can see the devils logo on the sleeve. Quinn shakes his head at Luke and skates off to finish warm-ups.

Thankfully, no one really takes note of the interaction. Luke has a cap pulled low, so unless someone is really looking for Luke Hughes, then he shouldn't be recognized. The atmosphere is electric. Canadian hockey really hits differently.

The game is nerve-wracking, and for most of it, you and Luke are on the edges of your seats, grabbing at eachother hands, and slapping eachothers knees in excitement whenever something particular exciting happens. And when Quinn picks up a goal, the two of you are jumping and screaming.

The game ends with a canuck win, and as you two make your way down to the locker room to greet Quinn, you're chattering excitedly about all the good plays that were made. Especially Quinn's. He picked up a goal and three assists, making him the top point scorer of the game.

As he walks out of the locker room, he can't keep the smile off his face as he lands eyes on you and Luke. As much as he doesn't mind being on his own, seeing his family is always the best. You've been around the Hughes boys since you were growing up. From Toronto to Michigan. Your family's were really close and still are to this day.

He pulls you into a hug first, "Good to see you Y/n" he says, patting you on the back.

He goes to hug Luke, and in true brotherly fashion, he can't help but make a jab at him as does so. "I swear to God, you get taller every time I see you." Rather than standing on his tip toes to throw his arms around Lukes neck, he hooks his ankle around the back of Luke's knee and Luke's knees buckle.

Quinn catches him in a hug before he can hit the floor. You and Quinn are laughing, while Luke grumbles. He snatches Quinns hat off his head, making his hair stick up in every which way and holds it as high as he can. Quinn rolls his eyes, not taking the bait, and starts to walk.

Luke huffs and throws his hat back at him. "How did y'all get here?"

"Uber," you say, throwing an arm around Luke's waist as you walk. He drapes his arm around your shoulder, fingers brushing patters against your shoulder.

"The team is going out to celebrate. Do you guys wanna join, or do you want a ride home first?"

"Well, come with," Luke smiles, "Good game, dude, you made some nasty moves."

Pink dusts Quinn's cheeks, and he changes the conversation. "How's the wrist?"

Luke rolls his eyes, and before he can roll his wrist, you glare at him. "It's completely fucking fine."

"It's not" you say

"The trainers don't know what they are talking about." He mutters.

"They do" You add poking luke in the side.

Quinn scoffs, "Yes, im sure the people whose literal job it is to treat your injures don't know what they are talking about."

Luke pouts, "I can't believe my girl and my brother are ganging up on me like this,"

"Well, maybe if you weren't so stubborn." You and Quinn say simultaneously, looking at each other with a grin.

Luke grumbles unintelligiblly and Quinn throws his bags in this trunk. Luke takes the front seat, and this time, he's the one reaching his arm back to hold your hand. You smile, lacing your fingers together. Quinn rolls the eyes at the two of you with a smile.

The drive to the bar is filled with the light chatter of the three of you catching up about life. Unsurprisingly, Quinn has nothing interesting happening in his love life. The man eats, breathes, sleeps, and lives hockey. Luke teases him about becoming an old spinster while he glances at you lovingly. No doubt envisioning the magnificence that your lives will be together.

The bar is absolutely packed. Not surprisingly. It's a Friday night and the Canucks won. Some of the team is already there, in a roped off Vip area. They wave Quin over urgently. He grabs your hand and you grab Luke's so as not to get separated in the crowd of drunk people.

Quinn greets his teammates with hugs and back slaps and inside jokes. Some of them grin at you and Luke, wiggling their eyebrows at you and dragging Luke into hugs.

"So why are Mr. And Mrs. Huggy Jr. Here?" Brock asks, swirling the liquid in his glass.

Luke smiles at that, tracing his finger over the back of your left ring finger. "Luke is out injured, and I'm on a break from school," you shrug, playing with Luke's hand in yours.

"I'm going to get a refill," Luke hums, kissing the tip of your ear as he detangles himself from you, "want anything?"

"I'm good for now, baby," you say, kissing him on the cheek. When you turn back to the guys, they are all leaning close to you, batting their eyelashes like a group of High-school girls waiting to hear the latest drama about your crush.

Petey is the first to speak, "So when is he proposing?"

Millsy slaps him in the back of the head, "How is she supposed to know when he's proposing dumbass?"

"That man is so fucking whipped for you," Brock smirks, and you can't help the blush that colours your cheeks.

"You guys will have some cute babiess," Garland grins, just the slightest bit tipsy.

"Alright, alright, leave her alone. That's my sister-in-law you're bullying" Quinn says, coming to your rescue. He throws an arm around your shoulders, squeezing gently.

"You ok?" He asks quietly, the guys already forgetting the previous topic of conversation.

"Yeah, thanks Quinn," you smile, squeezing his hand back.

"Well, I'm absolutely beat, so I'm gonna go home. Do y'all wanna stay, or are you ready to head home?"

"We'll stay I think, me and Lukey are having fun, and I have yet to drag him to the dance floor. Are you ok to drive home?"

"Yeah, I haven't been drinking," Quinn says, smiling softly at your concern for him. "Sorry to leave y'all hanging."

"Don't worry about it, Quinn, we'll see you tomorrow. You played a good game, go get lots of rest," you smile, wrapping him in a quick hug.

He hugs you back and turns to address the guys. "I'm heading out if anyone wants a ride," Before the sentence fully leaves his mouth, Petey is practically throwing himself at Quinn. He stumbles into the two of you, and you both reach out to make sure he doesn't eat the floor. "I drank too much," he mumbles.

You laugh, patting his back, as Quinn stabilizes him. "I'm making you do bag skates next practice," Quinn says with entirely too much joy, as he practically half carries Petey out of the bar.

With Quinn gone, you dip out of the Vip section to find Luke, you spot him sitting at the bar, cheeks flushed, empty shot glasses littered suspiciously close to him. He's holding another glass that looks like soda, and there's a girl leaning much to close to him. He's leaning back slowly, looking very unimpressed.

Until he spots you. His megawatt lady killer smile appears as he all but pushes the other girl out of the way, and practically sprints to you, as well as someone can sprint in a crowded bar. Your hands rest on his arms, and you can smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Luke, are you ok?" You ask concerned, eyes flitting across his face, "have you been drinking?"

"Y/n!" He is way too giddy to be sober, "I know we said, we weren't drinking, but then I was sad about my wrist and someone said that the alcohol would make me feel better, so drank a little teeny tiny shot, and then another one cause somone got me another one, and then this group of girls asked me if I wanted to do shots with them, and I was gonna say no, but then they already ordered the shots and then-"

You cut off his drunk rambling, your voice laced with concern. "Luke baby, do you remember how many shots you took?" You ask, the calmness of your voice not giving way to the absolutely disastrous thoughts swimming in your head.

"Four, I think!" He grins, trying to count the glasses that were littered on the bar top in front of where he was sitting. There were five. Your eyes widen almost comically. He was barely gone for half an hour. He took five shots of straight alcohol in less than half an hour. Fuck.

Now it wasn't as if Luke hadn't drank before, undoubtedly he had. But definitely not that amount of alcohol in that span of time. Plus, it wasnt really recommended for professional athletes to drink anyways, so the amount of alcohol he'd consumed since the beginning of the season probably didn't even equate the amount that he'd drank tonight alone. Double Fuck.

And on top of all of that, Quinn had already left. "My wrist feels so much better!" Luke says happily, "I can take off my brace!" As he reaches for straps on his brace, you grab his hand.

"Absolutely not Luke." You lace your fingers with his to keep him from taking off his brace while you try to figure out what to do. Before you know what's happening, there's another full shot glass in front of you, and Luke is knocking it back. Triple Fuck.

"It burns," he pouts, shaking his head like he just ate something sour.

"Luke, how did you even get alcohol? we're underage!" The disbelief is evident in your voice.

The bartender hears your statement and decides that he'd better clear up that misconception before he gets into some kond of trouble. "No ma'am," he says, leaning over the counter. "I checked his ID, says he's twenty, that's legal"

Suddenly, you are very pissed that the bartender is telling you how old your own boyfriend is. Just as you're about to snap at him for clearly not being able to to his job correctly, if he thinks twenty is legal, you remember that you're no longer in the States.

You're in Canada. Fucking Canada. Racking your brain, you try to recall the legal age in British Columbia. You feel so stupid. It's nineteen. Ninteen year olds are legally allowed to drink in B.C. Luke is twenty. Fuck fuck fucking fuckitty fuck.

Before you sprial into a full-on panic, you take a deep breath. Luke is drunk out of his mind, and he needs to get home now, and you panicking will not help the situation. You slap your card down on the bar top and tell the bartender to close Luke's tab.

You don't trust Luke to be left to his own devices, so you sling his arm around your shoulder and half drag him to where you left your phone and purse with Brock. You gently guide Luke to sit on one of the chairs. He does so shakily and wraps one arm around your chest, pulling you flush against his body.

His knees are squeezing your hips, his fingers are tracing over your collarbones, and his face is tucked against your neck.

"Woah! is Huggy Jr. drunk?" Brock asks, grinning madly as he hands you your phone and purse.

"In the span of time that he disappeared, he took six fucking shots" you grumble, as you order an Uber to get home.

Brock almsot chokes on his drink. He stares wide eyes, "oh so he's fucking blackout," he takes his phone and snaps a photo of you and Luke. The glare that you send him is so murderous that if looks could kill he'd be six feet under.

"Sorry," he shrugs with a shit eating grin that says he's not sorry at all, "I need some proof of this for when he wakes up hating his life tomorrow."

"Alright, well, at least send it to me." You grumble, Brock laughs, and your phone buzzes with a notification from him immediately after. "And hey, please don't tell Quinn anything right now. He's probably home and in bed by now, and I don't wanna stress him out unnecessarily."

Brock nods, "Don't worry, kid, my lips are sealed." He sighs like an older brother, "if I was sober, i'd be driving you home."

"Oh Brock, don't worry about it. You guys had great games, and you deserve to celebrate. We'll be fine, I promise," you smile. Your heart melts a little, you've only met the canucks a few times but from the instant that you did they treated you like family.

"Alright, alright, just let me know when you're home safe, I'll feel much better."

"You got it, Brocky," you smile, standing on your tip toes to give him a friendly kiss on the cheek. Brock grins like a school boy who just got a kiss from his crush. Thankfully, drunk Luke doesn't decide to make an appearance. Otherwise, he might have absolutely decked Brock in the face.

Not that he would've succeeded, based on how drunk he is. You're almost sure he's fallen asleep. Until his lips start moving against your neck. Quadruple fuck. You have to bite your lip to keep from moaning out loud as he nips at your throat with so much care you'd think he was fully sober.

His fingers start to make patterns along your collarbones, dipping lower toward the curve of your breasts. You don't want him to stop.

"Luke," you whisper desperately, laying your head atop his gently.

His hum of response reverberates against your skin, and pleasure melts down your spine, stomach fluttering.

"Luke," you try again, voice strained as his teeth screen against the sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder, "not here baby, we're in public."

" 's go home" he murmers into your skin, "wanna fuck my pretty girl."

Your cheeks go red faster than you thought possible. What a time to find out Luke is a horny drunk.

"Luke," his name is a prayer on your lips. The fingers of his injured hand burn as they press into your waist.

" 'm starvin for you baby," he mumbles, the tips of his fingers brushing under the waistband of your jeans.

Heat coils in your stomach, and you bite your lip to keep a whimper from spilling from your lips. As if some Devine power is on your side, you get a notification that your Uber has arrived.

"Our ride is here." Your voice is practically a squeak.

"Want you to ride me." Luke says, and you can feel his lips turn up into a smirk against your skin. You have to cover your mouth with your hand. Luke chuckles darkly. "Pretty girl has to cover her mouth so everyone doesn't know what a dirty girl she is." he hums nosing at your neck. If you're here any longer, you might actually combust. You make sure you have everything because you can quite literally never return to this bar every again.

You help pull Luke out of his chair and drape one of his arms over your shoulder. You wrap your arm around his waist to keep him steady. "Gonna eat you up when we're alone," he mutters, his grin all teeth. He's so fucking beautiful it makes your troat go dry.

You're blushing like a school girl as you help him out of the bar. He's leaning most of his weight on you while he whispers dirty things in your ear. You're surprised that you even manage to get him out of the bar on your own, mainly because his comments are making you weak in the knees. And partially because he's a 6'2, 185-pound man.

You successfully get him into the backseat and give the driver Quinns address. Thank God he lives close. A ten minute drive at most. But unfortunately for you, it feels like hours.  Because Luke had been very perceptive as to how his advances were making you react and continues them with no mercy.

"So pretty f' me" he mumbles, hand trailing up your thigh, lips fluttering over your neck, "gonna let me fuck you pretty girl?"

"Not here, Luke," You whisper, grabbing his hand. You kiss the back of his knuckles and looks at you with such desire in his eyes it takes every ounce of self control not strip and let him fuck you in the back seat of this random car. Your eyes flick to the driver and you swallow the nervous lump in your throat, and say a prayer for forgiveness as your lips trail up his hand.

You close your lips over two of his fingers, and he groans, his head falling against your shoulder. "Gotta be quiet, baby," you murmer, squeezing his knee with one hand before closing your lips back over his fingers.

"m' quiet, m' quiet," he murmers against your neck. Then he's grinding his hips against yours, and there's a whimper caught in your throat. The car comes to a stop in front of Quinns building, and you are hopping out of the car like it's on fire and dragging Luke out behind you.

He stumbles into your back, an arm wrapping around your waist, his lips reattach to your neck, and you can't help the moan that slips out. As soon as the elevator door shuts, Luke pins you to the wall with a knee between your legs, and you drag him down for a desperate kiss.

He tastes like alcohol and cinnamon and home. And you never want to let him go. Then he's hissing with fire, a yearning, pleading fire as he grinds his hips against yours. All you want to do is let him have his way, but he's so so drunk. And no matter how many years the two of you have been dating, and how many times you've slept together, you made your decision way back at the bar that you wouldn't go further than kissing and grinding.

The elevator opens on Quinns floor, and the two of you stumble out. You pat your pockets for the keys to his apartment, and fuck- they aren't there. They must have gotten left in his car on the way to the bar.

You knock on the door nervously. One hand wrapped around Luke's waist, and the other braced against his chest. His uninjured hand is tracing up and down your side and in a way that makes it hard not to squirm as he places tender kisses along your jaw.

Quinn opens the door, looking oh so tired, a toothbrush hanging half out of his mouth. Clearly, he didn't expect you back so soon. His eyes go wide at the sight in front of him, and he resists the urge to gag, lest his toothbrush fall out of his mouth.

"Whad da fack!" He exclaims, spitting into the kitchen sink and closing the apartment door behind you. "Is he drunk?"

"Yes, just let me get him into bed, and I'll explain," you say urgently.

"Only going to bed if you're coming with me," he murmers, squeezing your hip, "need m' pretty girl."

"Do you have advil?" You ask Quinn, ignoring Luke's statement, Quinn wisely chooses not to comment as he grabs advil and a glass of water.

You deposit luke on the bed, huffing from his weight. He pulls you down with a smirk. "Wait, baby, let me get your clothes," you say quickly.

Luke wiggles his eyebrows and lets you undress him. You strip him of his jeans and t-shirt leaving him in his boxers. "Be good and drink this for me," you say, sliding the advil into his mouth.

"I'm good for you, baby," he mutters after he swallows.

"So good for me," you assured as he slipped under the blanket. As soon as his head hits the pillow, his eyes are fluttering. " 'm tir'd."

You stroke his hair back from his forehead softly. "I know, baby, I know,"

"Still want you," he pouted.

"I know, baby, and you'll have me tomorrow. It's sleep time now, ok?"

"Mm'kay," he mumbles, barely audible. You stroke his hair and mutter sweet nothings to him as he falls asleep. You change into a pair of sweats and one of Luke's devils' hoodies before shutting the bedroom door with a quiet click.

Quinn is sitting on the couch, with two mugs of steaming tea. You flop onto the couch, leaning your back against the armrest and tucking your feet under his legs. He hands you a mug of tea, and you take it gratefully, holding it close to your face and letting the steam warm you.

"So what the fuck happened?" Quinn questions.

"After you left, Luke still wasn't back and I went to find him, I don't know what really happened on his end, but he said he was sad about his wrist, and someone convinced him alchool would make it better." You sigh, taking a sip of your tea.

"Anyways, by the time I got him, he had had six shots in the span of a half hour."

Quinns eyes practically bulge out of his head. He looks like he's running calculations in his head, and his jaw drops. "I know," you grimace, "I'm sorry, I should've watched him better, I knew he wasn't happy about his wrist, and I let him -"

"Hush, Y/n, it's not your fault. He's a big boy he knows what he's doing." Quinn says softly, drawing you into his arms.

"How did he even get drinks?" Quinn asks, "He's not 21."

"It's Canada," you mutter like that explains everything. And to Quinn, it does explain it all.

"Fucking Canada" he mutters shaking his head.

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Hi guys!! I was very excited while writing this, so I hope y'all like it. Comment comment comment! I love comments, I wanna hear all your thoughts! They always make my day a bit brighter.

On that note, I'm going on a bit of a writing break for a week-ish cause schools getting a bit busy with midterms and final papers and whatnot. I'll still be active, tho (unless i feel like it's distracting, then I might fall off the face of the earth for a bit).

Anyways, with that, I hope y'all have a lovely, lovely evening. Love Soph ♡

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

May I request Kieran with an older cousin Reader who also goes to blueberry? Like post TealMask and pre Indigo disk reader is just like “Alright buddy, why don’t you just take a breath and calm down, I’ve poured some chocolate milk, tell me what’s wrong.”

Yesss bc TealMask Kieran definitely needed somebody to talk to after all that shit went down-

And choccy milk, of course

.........

"I hate you...you should've chosen ME. Was I not good enough? If I'm that weak, then I'll just get stronger. And I'll get even stronger until you wish I was your trainer-"

The knock on the door snapped Kieran out of his tirade for a moment. But he refused to move from his bed, glaring back down at the Ogre mask in his hands as the knocking persisted.

He wasn't in the mood to see anyone right now.

"Go away, sis." He snarled. "I'm busy-"

"Too busy to see your cousin, Kiki?"

Oh.

Although he was still brooding, he couldn't ignore the fact that his favorite cousin was here, wanting to see him after he's been away from the academy for a while. So he forced himself to get up and leave the mask on his desk.

He opened the door to see you and your Shiny Furret at your side, smiling at him in greeting. Attached to her collar was a shimmering normal gem; he recalled you explaining how it powered-up one of her normal type attacks in battle, albeit only once.

Yet seeing her reminded him of his own Furret and the losses they both suffered....and he couldn't help but look away, unable to meet her gaze. "Hi, [y/n]..it's been a while.."

"I know, right?" You chuckled. "How was your trip? Carmine told me you guys had to come back a little early-"

"It was awful."

"...awful?" In that moment, you could feel your stomach sink, and hearing your Furret's concerned trill made you realize something was very, very wrong.

Kieran looked as though he hated the world, anger clouding his eyes.

"Yeah.." Clenching his fists, he could feel his jaw tightening up. Tears were already blurring his vision as he wondered why everything had to turn out the way it did...

He thought he made an actual friend who was a strong trainer....only for them to befriend his sister, meet Ogerpon, lie to him on multiple occasions, and steal the Pokémon he idolized--all while kicking him and his team into the dirt like they were nothing.

Like he was nothing.

He felt cheated, wronged, humiliated-

"Hey, it's alright..take a few deep breaths." You gently patted him on the shoulder, noticing how he was seething in anger over something you didn't quite understand yet. But you hoped to get to the bottom of it soon enough. "We can talk about it over some drinks."

He took a few breaths, his body now slightly less tense than before as he tried to remain calm. "You got me something?"

"Of course." Nodding, you took some glass bottles out of your satchel--moomoo milk to be exact. "They finally restocked your favorite. Chocolate." You handed one to him, confused when he just stared at it, not taking it right away.

Normally, he'd be unable to resist something sweet, especially chocolate (it runs in the family, anyways), but now he looked almost offended that you dared to buy him something he liked.

"I'm not a little kid anymore, y'know."

"Kiki, I'm almost 20 and I still drink this stuff. You're never too old to enjoy it."

".....fine, thanks." He grumbled, finally accepting the bottle before returning to his bed, taking a few sips.

Although he felt a little better knowing you still thought about him, he kept stewing over the other people who didn't care about him anymore.

Or at least in his eyes...they didn't care.

You sat beside him, with your Furret climbing on the bed and curling around him. He sighed and rested a gloved hand on her tail, fingers stroking the fur.

"Now..what happened?"

".....where do I even start?"

Yikes. He wasn't cracking right away and instead was being extremely vague, so you knew something was seriously wrong.

Growing up, he used to always run to you to hide from his sister or bullies, never keeping secrets. You were the only cousin (or family member for that matter) who didn't judge him for liking Ogerpon or being reluctant to do Pokémon battles.

Now he was acting more withdrawn than ever, even with you here.

"Maybe from the beginning..when you first got to Kitakami." You suggested, yet he still seemed hesitant.

"Do you have time? You don't have better things to do?" He muttered.

"My class in the canyon biome got out early, so I have all the time in the world."

Although it took some more convincing, Kieran ended up going into detail about everything that happened on his trip: Florian/Juliana, Carmine, his grandparents, the festival, Ogerpon, the Loyal Three...nothing was left unsaid.

He rambled for a long time, having finished his drink long ago while you were still savoring yours. But you just calmly listened, feeling absolutely awful for him as he talked about all the times his team got beaten down by this exchange student.

Not only that..but they apparently lied to him as well about meeting the Pokémon he admired. He kept wishing he was good enough to be its trainer--yet he kept failing at every chance to prove himself worthy.

Least to say, this kid sounded like a real jerk.

"...and now all I wanna do is be stronger than them. They got everything I've ever wanted, [y/n]: friends, strong pokemon, Ogerpon's love...the whole village was amazed by what they did, but what about what I did?!" He gripped the glass bottle tightly. "I told them all the Ogre's story was false! But it's like..nothing even changed!"

"You had to leave early, though.." You pointed out. "Things might've changed. They could've left the Three's monument in ruins-"

"They won't. They'll find a way to restore it. All they want is money...and any tourist gullible enough to visit without caring about the truth."

"..jeez, now you're sounding more like Carmine-"

You only meant that as a light joke, yet it only plunged the atmosphere into even deeper tension as your cousin gave you such a cold stare--like he was using Mean Look.

It honestly startled you a bit.

"I-I'm sorry, Kieran.." You apologized quickly. "You're right. Kitakami's banked their entire economy on tourism for generations. They're not gonna let go of that story easily, even if it's all fabricated."

His gaze softened, although now he was looking down at the floor, now absentmindedly petting your shiny Pokémon's fur. "[Y/n]...could I ask you something?"

"Of course. Anything."

"Would you be able to look after my old team?"

In an instant, your heart sank. "What..?"

"Yanmega, Furret, Poliwrath..and all the others..I wanna transfer them into your care permanently. But I'm keeping Dipplin."

"You..wanna surrender your entire team?" Your eyebrows furrowed with confusion. "That's....look, there's ways you can improve upon it. Maybe they just need-"

"NO! You're not listening!" Kieran snapped angrily, clinking the glass harshly onto his desk. "I couldn't win at least ONE battle!! I did everything right! I formed bonds with them, taught them the best moves possible...and for what?! Just so they could hold me back?! Just so I could keep failing?!! I need to change my team, so I don't want any of them anymore."

"Not even Furret?"

"Not even Furret." He repeated with a scowl, gritting his teeth. "It's no good to me if it keeps going down in one hit..."

"Ret!"

Blinking, he looked down at your own Furret, almost forgetting that she was still curled around him. She seemed rather upset, ears folded flat against her head...and he made the mistake of staring at her beady-black eyes for too long, as guilt quickly settled in.

What was he doing?

''m sorry, I didn't mean any offense. I've seen you fight...and you're so much stronger. [Y/n]'s lucky to have you...o-of course, you're a shiny after all...h-haha..." He began to sniffle, his hands trembling as he pet her fur; unlike before, it was failing to calm him down. "It's okay. Y-You'll get to hang out with my Furret from now on...just like the old times. Wouldn't that be fun? You and him..d-don't have to worry about me anymore.."

"Ret-ret?" She felt a drop of water splatter onto her ear, which she flicked off, now looking worried.

You frowned slightly, finally understanding how much your little cousin was in pain...and to learn all of this happened within such a short timespan.

It made you wonder if you could've somehow prevented this.

"Kieran.."

"I-I don't wanna surrender anyone, I don't wanna feel like this. But..what else can I do?" His voice cracked, bowing his head. "I just..w-wanna be like Florian/Juliana..but nobody takes me seriously. They all think I'm going through some "phase". They all treated me like the Ogre..laughing behind my back, calling me weak...getting mad when I try to fight back...and I hate it, [y/n]!! They hurt me and NOBODY CARES!! Not even my own family!!"

"That's not true at all. I care, Kiki..I care so much about you. That hasn't changed." You wrapped your arms around him, letting him clutch your uniform jacket as he hiccupped, burying his face into the fabric. The poor kid was shaking, and you weren't sure if it was in anger or sorrow, or perhaps both.

When you were his age, you remembered dealing with all sorts of difficult feelings, too, and just like him..nobody else seemed to get you. You were mostly alone in coping, yet you had incredible Pokémon who helped you realize there's more to life than battling and winning.

Hopefully, you could help him realize this, too.

"..wh-why couldn't my own sister be this nice to me..?"

"I don't know. You want me to beat her up?"

He was quick to shake his head.

"Okay, okay.." You sighed softly, patting his hair in comfort. "Then...if you wanna become a stronger trainer, I'll do my best to help. I'll take care of your old team, lend you some research articles...whatever you need, just say the word."

"...I-I wanna take on the Elite Four and become champion.." He mumbled. "Maybe then..no one will mock me. Will you still support me then?"

That caught you by surprise, considering it was such an unrealistic goal for him right now. He barely has any double battle experience, yet he was willing to learn it if it meant becoming the best trainer in this academy.

Who were you to say no to him when the rest of the family seemed to turn his back on him? You didn't want him to shut you out, too, so you finally relented after giving it some thought.

"Of course."

"You're not lying, are you?"

"No, I promise."

Those words seemed to get Kieran to settle down, as he pulled out of the hug. His cheeks were a scarlet hue, stained with tears that he hastily wiped away before you could fully see them.

And he immediately insisted on going to the library to begin his research, and you both simply packed up your things and headed out, sending your Furret back into her pokeball.

You hope you made the right choice.

#once again this went off the deep end but hgh #that's how we roll with angsty kiki #clanask #anonymous #pokemon x reader #pokemon sv x reader #pokemon scarlet x reader #pokemon violet x reader #pokemon kieran #cousin reader #angst #hurt/comfort

[rhiannswork]

i couldn’t wait any longer

spencer ᕁ reader

warnings ; spencer being a needy boy, semi voyeurism, mentions of burnout

your eyes were stuck to the tv as your hands ran through spencers brown locs. he enjoyed the feeling of your chest rising and lowering at a smooth pace. the rest of his body lay between your legs with a blanket over his long legs.

your phone rang, almost falling off the nightstand from the vibration. you saw it was your boss calling to check in on you. you had taken a two-week break due to burnout from work. you had cleared your throat before you had answered. “darlene! hey!” you spoke with a faux ‘i’m so glad you’re calling!’ tone.

“hey yn! i was just wondering how you’re doing?” she spoke, the grungey speech came from your end. “better! so much better actually… i appreciate you letting me take some time off.” you thanked her. you still toyed with spencers hair, unconsciously twirling it between your fingers.

that was spencers favorite thing that you did, whenever you’d lightly tug on his hair whenever you twirled it. little did you know, that he was already a little on edge from laying on your breasts.

“that’s so great to hear. i hate to be that person because your two weeks aren’t up yet and you can decline if you’d like, would you be willing to come back tomorrow?” you rolled your eyes as you held back a sigh. “of course i can darlene! may i ask, wha-” your train of thought had completely crashed.

you felt spencers lips on your neck, tugging at your skin ever so lightly. “what um… what’s wrong? everything alright there?” you shook your head, attempting to ignore reid which was clearly not working. “oh yes, of course, we just have some new people coming in who need to be trained. you’re the best trainer i know.” she chuckled. reid’s eyes connect with yours, you fell in love all over again… “hello? yn?”

“what? yes yes i understand.” you sighed with relief and satisfaction when spencer hit your sweet spot. you hand shot up through his hair, you gripped his hair by the scalp. you heard him moan as quietly as he possibly could. “i’d be willing to help.” you tried to gain some brain cells back to answer your boss.

“thank you so much, i would offer this to janis but you know how she is.” she joked. “i sure do.” you chuckled as spencer went lower and lifted your shirt up. he began placing kisses on your stomach as his fingers hovered ever-so-slightly above your waist, sending chills up your spine. he silently giggled at your misfortune, watching as you became soothed with every touch.

“she’s been working my nerve, ever since you left!” your boss continued to gossip. “really?” you have no interest in what darlene had to say. “yes! she thinks since you’re not here, she’s the queen of the office. don’t even get me started on daniel ugh!” she rambled, all you had to say was ‘mhm, oh wow, really?’ you couldn’t care less.

your mind was all on spencer who was inching closer and closer to your heat. “spence.” you whispered, you shook your head but he disregarded your protest. “but we miss you, there’s no rush… it would just be nice if you could train the newbies.” she sighed, finally drawing the conversation to a conclusion.

while spencer on the other hand was just getting started. he pulled your shorts down along your panties, threw them to the side, and slowly immersed himself into you. “well, i won’t keep you any longer.” “mhm… okay… yeah i… i’ll see you.” you didn’t wait for a response as you pressed decline, tossing your phone to the side of the bed.

“doctor reid, you are in so much trouble.”

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[james-kojirou]

James from Team Rocket is a truly complex character and very difficult to understand. At first glance, he appears confident and arrogant, but that's a role he plays as the "Team Rocket villain" and on stage, as explained in episodes DP 139: "A Faux Oak Finish" and DP 146: "Dressed for Jess Success!"

In private, outside his Team Rocket role, he is calm, rather shy, he is very anxious and follows his teammates' ideas even when he doesn't fully agree with their plans.

In the episode "A Hole Lotta Trouble," Brock and Ash tell James that he must learn to assert himself without his teammates.

James had a childhood in the high aristocracy, where he could have anything material he wanted, but his parents gave him no affection, demeaned him, and forced him to follow strict and severe discipline like in the Victorian era. They also forced him into an arranged engagement with Jessiebelle, allowing her to train him with whips. He kept a deep trauma from this period of his life.

He joined Team Rocket to rebel against the rules and proper conduct imposed on him in his childhood.

In an interview, the Japanese voice actors of Team Rocket: Megumi Hayashibara, Inuko Inuyama, and Miki Shinichiro, revealed that Jessie's goal in Team Rocket is to become rich or an important woman (which is why she dislikes Matori), Meowth also wishes to be important by taking the place of the boss's favorite Pokémon, replacing Persian. However, James's objective is solely to support and help his two friends achieve their goals and dreams, making them happy.

When James gains a little confidence in himself or engages in an activity he's passionate about and sure he can succeed, he becomes overly enthusiastic. However, he quickly falls into depression if he fails. An episode that shows this aspect of his personality is 'The Fortune Hunters' when James imagines himself as a powerful Moltres due to the description in a Pokemon horoscope book, which turns out to be false.

He is also willing to wholeheartedly encourage people he admires, like Jessie during her Kalos contests or 'The Royal Mask' (under the pseudonym Fire-Kojiro, reminiscent of when he felt strong and proud like a Moltres).

Yet, when he has to put himself in the spotlight outside of Team Rocket missions, he feels terribly uncomfortable and automatically convinces himself that he will lose or isn't capable (The Battlefield of Truth and Love!, Dressed for Jess Success, Party Dancecapades)."

Unlike Jessie, who thinks she's the best at everything, James has very low self-esteem and undervalues himself: believing for example others can take better care of his own Pokemon like Gardenia with Cacnea or Mareanie with her ex-boyfriend. He also thinks Jessie will be happier with Dr. White than with him in Team Rocket.

As demonstrated in episode 19 of "Pokémon Journeys" - A Talent for Imitation! Jessie is an excellent self-confidence coach, pushing her teammates and Pokémon to go beyond their limits and overcome their fears and apprehensions.

Jessie and Meowth are both invaluable support for James. Through their friendship and the trust they give him, he finally feels loved and respected for who he truly is. They are more than just friends; they are his family!

James may appear naive and childish, often being very emotional and crybaby. Despite this, he excels in a lot of various fields, such as being an excellent technician, a talented actor, a poet, and well-informed about Pokemon… He's also skilled in computer science and hacking. On rare occasions when he's involved in a Pokemon battle or contest, he performs remarkably well.

When he forgot his fear under the effect of adrenaline to protect his Mareanie, he even demonstrated incredible strength!

Even though he is part of Team Rocket, James doesn't have a truly evil nature. In reality, he is a compassionate Pokemon trainer, loving his Pokemon so much that their affection hurts him physically, yet he always lets them show their love to him in this way. 💖

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[leggerefiore]

💍Steven Stone Gen Romance HCs💎

🪨 He knows there are times he falls obvious or winds up much too busy in either his travels to be an overly attentive boyfriend. Steven never means anything truly malicious, but he knows that he ends up lost in his own research and interests and wishes to do better by his partner. His place as next in line to take over the Devon Corporation weighs on him quite often, too. He typically tries to have you tag along with him on his travels to make up for his shortcomings.

🪨 Steven loves to shower you in gifts, as he simply just cannot think of any other way to make up for his actions most of the time. Rare, shiny pokemon and even some of his more beloved stones are offered up as things to attempt to make up for his lack of attentiveness. They are also given as his main way to show his affection. Anything you want, a simple mention of it will lead to it appearing pretty much the next day. He loves seeing you smile from his gifts.

🪨 PDA is odd with him. He is both aware and not aware of himself. Steven may find himself unconsciously holding on to you, yet he may come into a realisation of this and let go, depending on the situation. He does enjoy having an arm around your shoulders a lot of the time or grasping on to your hand. He mostly allows you to do whatever you please with him, too, barring his moments of realisation. Once more, if it makes you smile, he's more than happy to oblige.

🪨 In private, he is much more loose about everything. There are no worries about outsider looks and manners. His hugs and hand holds can turn into cuddles and soft kisses after a long day, stress finally eating away at him entirely. You will be pressed to his chest for a moment of quiet in his home in Mossdeep, only a distant sound of lapping waves breaking the silence. He may finally snap out of his momentary trance to tell you about his research and any discoveries he made, alongside any fascinating battles he encountered.

🪨 He enjoys having you around in his life as it gives him another anchor in everything. Steven enjoys having someone consistently there for him during his travels as a partner to both confide in and spend time with. Of course, he still enjoys meeting new people, but having you around helps him during his slower moments in it all. A genuine person who cares for him and loves him. Steven is aware he is both a wealthy heir and a handsome man, so having at least one person he knows sees him as a person calms him during any rare moment of stress.

🪨 He does often enjoy a good battle with you if you're a trainer. You might as well be with all the pokemon he will inevitably try to gift to you (they all have amazing stats for competitive). Steven would not declare you his rival, but he would admit to wishing for a sparring partner that he could consistently battle. Beating him naturally earns his endless praise, but losing to him changes very little outside of him trying to encourage you to keep up training. He certainly wants you to grow to a point where you remain as equals, if not better than him.

🪨 His idea of a date is wandering around whatever location he's brought you both two and enjoying the popular spots alongside anywhere that may contain the stones he searches for. You will be taken to the picturesque beaches of Alola and the Haina Desert, probably within the same day. Still, Steven tries his best to keep you entertained and happy. In his native Hoenn, you will often find him taking you to fancy restaurants with Mauville or relaxing on the beach of Slateport. A special date he certainly wishes to share with you is watching a meteor shower at the Mossdeep Space Center together. Essentially, his dates vary quite a bit.

🪨 Steven does not really get jealous typically. He is confident in himself and trusts you entirely. Few people really go out of their way to flirt with the partner of Steven Stone, inheritor of the Devon Corporation, after all. If someone is especially pushy, however, he may step in simply to make sure you are comfortable and make it obvious to the other person that you are already in a relationship. If they still don't quit, he may just bring out his Metagross to “show it off.” Most people give up around that point.

🪨 Should you have been in Hoenn during the incident with the villainous team and legendary pokemon, he will request that you stay inside his home and wait for him to sort out the problem with Wallace. Steven was honestly a bit terrified to involve you, worried about your safety from both the team and the calamity that had started. It was rare to see his calm facade break with genuine, pure worry, so you likely heeded to his words.

🪨 Steven feels at ease around you, too. He knows you will not mind his eccentricities and allow him to go on about his fascinations. One moment he will tell you about why his prefers steel-types over any other type of pokemon before falling into a discussion about how Water Stones may vary between different regions. The Champion knows you see him as a person rather than an inheritor of the Devon Corporation or a pretty face. He just fails to express his contentedness in words. Wallace even approved of you for him, too.

🪨 Just by the nature of being in proximity to Steven, you learn many things about rocks. The pale haired man will eagerly show you his collection and explain how they are formed in nature, their original location, and whatever meaning they may hold. His passion for stones is simply something that you may find yourself invested in. The passion he holds is truly contagious. You find that any gift he gives you involving stones seems especially significant but him.

🪨 Pet names he tends to lean towards are stone related, naturally. “My gem” is a common among his dialogue, but there have been appearances from stones that he believes matches both your hair and eyes. He does use a rare precious, too. In a way, his fondness towards you is as strong as his fondness towards his rocks.

🪨 Overall, he has his moments of obviousness, but is a sweet and caring boyfriend. You tag along on his travels to various regions and locations, and he sees you as a beloved anchor for him. He knows you see him as a person, so he simply wishes to repay that kindness as much as he can, his love language definitely being gift giving. Steven wants to enjoy a life full of exploration and discovery with you and his massive rock collection, basically.

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[lxdymoon0357]

Hii Can I request A part 2 Of the where the reader Treats rashta like a human being rather than a slave ?

Pls take ur time

-Sincerely,📻😈 anon

(Heyyy 📻😈 anon! How have you been thank you again for requesting this and hopefully you enjoy your time here! Also don't know if you wanted it romantic or platonic, so made it neutral... Part 1 also I'm changing the fact that she didn't have any kids to that she only had Ian and she isn't pregnant Gloryem!)

Rashta, their companion Pt.2

◈ Rashta is always at your beck and call and always helps you in your work, she's waiting for you to call her when you need help while she is either doing something for her wedding clothes shops or dress shop and clothing shops (she sells everything a woman needs).

◈ Or when she is doing some resin art, she is sometimes hoping that you will call her because you missed her...She is very attached to you, emotionally and physically :))

◈ Whenever she is eating foods, you and all the servants together, she thinks of you all like a family and wonders if you all think of her as one too? Hopefully, cause she can now never bear to think about all of you not being with her!

◈ She is always happy to enjoy time with kids, even though her PTSD sometimes causes her to have panic attacks and push kids away, cause she gets scared and it always scares the kids as well, sadly...

◈ But their parents understand her situation and they are always happy to help her calm down, the kids don't mind either, cause their parents explained how Miss. Rashta has a bad past and an illness which causes her to be very scared around kids and so they try their best to not scare her.. :(((((

◈ She will always dedicate many of her works to you, designing them on your favourite colours, patterns you like, things you like, etc. She is always happy to see, how you enjoy her art, cause it means the world to her!

◈ She is so grateful for you, every season of her clothing shops, she will first and foremost release a season for you! and only after your season will she put out the other season! She is a trendsetter and many people like her works!

◈ She loves animals and love to care for them, she also loves spending ties with the kids in the manor, it's honestly makes her inner child heal and makes her feel better and refreshed! She will go to any length, she will be a princess or a dragon or a knight or a witch, she is just happy to be around the kid! And she loves to feed animals, groom them, brush their fur or simply stroke them.

◈ She will always have you take breaks by helping her in designing or doing resin art or something relaxing in general or talking a walk around the manor! She doesn't want you to overwork!

◈ She would always go picnics with you whenever she and you get the time, she always has the best treats and acquires the cheapest yet the healthiest foods! She sometimes even brings everyone in the manor, including the kids and servants and maybe even pets!!

◈ She is friendly and makes friends easily, and she can also easily test people unless they're her friend..then she can never know who is her fake friend and so she trust your judgement and hopefully your judgement is good, cause if not, then well....she doesn't care how many friend she loses, as long as you're with her...

◈ Rashta eagerly misses Ian and is always having nightmares about him, his birth and his killing...She can't ever forget about him, so you got her a HUGE portrait of her with Ian in her arms, and another where she said she wanted you to get one where Ian is all grown and head of your manor and he looks like a mixture of you and her!

◈ She got you to get a trainer for her so she could learn sword-fighting or hand-to-hand combat because she wants to be strong and it is quite of her interest! and she enjoys it and you can't say no to your girlfriend and so she's good at that as well, surprisingly!

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[adrift-in-thyme]

Ok so how about a post-totk where it’s time for Link to rest the Master Sword and Zelda goes with him to say goodbye? I’ve been dying for something like this if you want to give it a shot!

Tysm for the prompt anon! I really enjoyed writing this! Zelda's perception of the sword and how it might have changed post-totk is very interesting to explore

This fic contains major spoilers to Tears of the Kingdom

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The fog hangs heavy over the woods as usual. 

Zelda has the urge to attempt brushing it aside, as though it is a curtain that she can push from her line of sight. She has never much liked plunging forward with little knowledge of where her feet will land. The concept is so unlike science with its firm rigidity and ruled boundaries. Here is the unknown, the unbridled and fierce. Here, dark things lie. 

But she has her chosen knight with her, she thinks with a smile, looking over to where he strolls along beside her. His eyes are ever moving, searching for stalcreatures or wolves that could attack from the clouded space.

When he catches sight of her gaze upon him, however, he returns her smile. His fingers find hers, entwining between them. He squeezes her hand. 

“I’m glad you’re with me, Link,” she says, quietly. It feels like if she speaks too loudly, she will shatter something precious. 

Shattered…like the sword was. The Master Sword. 

Her gaze drifts to it where it sits upon his back. A sheath of royal purple, gilded with gold and a hilt to match. It is spotless as it always is. Link always does keep his nicer weapons clean.

…especially this one.

She had thought, at the start of their relationship so very long ago, that he had done so out of pride. But now she knows better. Now she understands what it is to care for a sword who places a burden so great upon such young shoulders. And yet, carries that burden itself as well.

It is a complex thing she knows, not a simple enemy as she had once viewed it. Link, she believes, sees it in a similar way.

He has never spoken of being bitter about being the goddess’ chosen one, though she had seen the toll it had taken on him. But the way he looks at the sword, the way he wields it, it is as though he abhors it, yet cannot bear to, loves it, yet is reluctant to take it in hand.

It is a friend and a foe. A companion and a protector. A cruel taskmaster and a logical trainer. 

Its spirit is a curious thing. Zelda has found, after eons of traveling the skies with only her as her companion, that she loves her.

Not in the way one would love a parent or a friend. Certainly not in the way one would love a mate. No, in the way one would love a god or goddess. Someone so beyond you, yet very much like you all the same.

It is a dear, special thing. A treasure. But…as with so many special things it has now come to an end.

For that is why they have ventured into the Lost Woods today – to return the sword to her rightful place. 

“She deserves to rest, after everything,” Zelda says thoughtfully. Link glances back at her. If he is surprised by her breaking of the silence, he doesn’t look so. “But…we have known one another for so long that it seems…it seems almost a regretful thing to leave her alone.”

He nods, understanding in his eyes. 

“It’s a relief as well, however,” she continues. “Perhaps, now that she can rest we can also. Perhaps…perhaps now we can…”

Link slows to a stop and turns to face her. Amidst the fog he almost looks like someone else. Another boy in another time, facing another princess beneath the drooping shade of the trees. 

“Now we can make the future we’ve always wanted,” he says, in that quiet voice of his. Such a precious thing it is for her ears to hear it. “We can go back to rebuilding Hyrule. We can go back to the life we were creating before all of this happened. You can teach in the school again and do your research. And I – ”

“ – can interrupt both.”

Link chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “I want to build you a study. An actual study, not one at the bottom of a well.”

“My well one isn’t so bad.”

He grins. “It could be a lot better. I had a lot of time to think up ideas and I think I’ve got a good one.” 

Zelda shakes her head. “Only you would think up architecture while saving Hyrule.” She turns away, reluctantly, to face forward once more. “It can’t be much farther, can it?”

“Not at all.” He begins to walk again, leading her gently along through the mist. “We’re nearly there.”

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The pedestal is just where they left it. The platform it rests in seems to glow in the ethereal light, beckoning them forth. Silent princesses pepper the ground around it, tilting gracefully so that their petals catch the sun. 

Zelda and Link stand side by side, gazing at the Master Sword’s resting place.

The Deku Tree’s voice echoes around them, wisened and old.

“You have done well to come here, my children. The sword, she yearns for slumber. It is time to allow her that privilege.” The bark of his face creases as he smiles. “And yourselves, as well.

“Now, Link, noble swordsman, lift the sword high and strike true. Return her to her pedestal.”

Slowly, Link reaches back and unsheathes the sword. He holds it up to the light, tilting it so that the cool metal glints. Bathed in sunlight, with weapon in hand, he looks every bit Hyrule’s hero. It is almost as if he and the sword are one.

She gazes at him, almost enraptured by the scene. But he doesn’t seem to notice her. His eyes are firmly on the sword.

For the briefest of moments, Zelda swears that she can see the corners of his mouth lift and his hold on the weapon tighten slightly, as though he is squeezing someone’s hand. Then, it is over. 

He lowers the weapon and steps forward. But he doesn’t plunge it into the pedestal immediately. Instead, he turns to Zelda.

“Come on, Zel,” he murmurs. “We’ll put her to rest together. It’s only right.”

Zelda looks from him to the sword and back again. Then, with a deep, decisive breath, she too steps forward.

The weapon hums when she positions her fingers next to Link’s. Zelda smiles. She knows that language well.

“Farewell, Fi,” she whispers. “Thank you…for everything.”

The two of them raise their hands and together the princess and her knight plunge the Master Sword back into its pedestal. 

Its glow dims and steadies as though time itself has slowed. The hum fades away. Fi closes her eyes once more. 

“Farewell,” she murmurs in the space before slumber takes her. “Farewell, brave ones.”

And her wielders turn away smiling.

#trin writes #loz #totk #tears of the kingdom #totk spoilers #zelink #ficlet

[kenniel-fanfic-readerinsert]

Forget the Past, Enjoy the Present (Jack Salter x Reader)

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lame *ss title.

Disclaimers:

1. I should be sleeping

2. It's been like... 6 years? since the last time I wrote a fanfic

3. I am sorry for the cringey writing, I needed to get this out of my system

4. I only saw the movie 1 time, I hope I can go again before they remove the movie in the cinema

5. annddddd I don't own brands, names and etc. Only the cringe plot

5.5. I don't know much of how motorsports work, maybe when I have more free time I will write something really good, in the meanwhile, I ' m r e a l l y s o r r y

6. Jesus, David Harbour, I love you

Part 2 or a remake of this, yess

There is like a 10 year age gap, I believe Jack was in his 30s when the accident happened, so Reader is in their 20s making their way on racing things.

Italics for past time and details about yourself

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15 years ago…

“This is devastating” a car race has gone wrong before, but this wrong? “Jack Salter seems to have lost track of his path along with another racer. Everyone at the expectation of what is going to happen next.

“Is he all right?” Jack asked while the paramedics were taking him into the ambulance “He seems to be stable, we need to hurry”, assured his trainer.

“You’ll be okay, Jack, don’t fall sleep” he heard a familiar voice before getting unconscious.

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Present Time

Jack got a call from that stupid gremlin Danny Moore while he was working. Gamer racers? People who probably never drove a real car before on these powerful vehicles? Crazy idea, but here he was.

“Oh, but our special team is not complete yet” Danny was showing him the GT Academy, but once they reached the racetrack for the academy he stopped at the pits. Jack just sighs. “Now what?”

“I want our racers to have a different kind of life experience besides yours” Moore gave him a little smile.

“Stop talking around the bush, who is it”

“Well, you know them”

Jack just closed his eyes.

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A demi sport sedan of (your design) was nearing them on the pits. The driver’s door opened reveling a (your hair color) person. They got closer to them. The marketing expert clapped his hands and opened his arms to embrace Y/N in a hug.

“Can’t believe you still are so energetic, Daniel” Y/N greeted him. He smiled but also sensed the tension between the other two. He pulls apart from Y/N and gestured to Jack “I’m pretty sure you remember this big guy”, Moore gave Jack a gentle pat in his belly, making the taller man grunt.

“Of course, hard to forget a man with his nose. Hello, Jack”

“Hello, Y/N” they gave each other a quick look and turn their eyes to any other place possible.

Danny clapped his hands again “Well, let’s get to it!” He gave both Jack and Y/N a pat on their backs before leaving to greet the players.

Once they saw the gaming racers arrive and Jack gave them a depressing speech, Danny introduced Y/N to relieve the pressure of the competitors. “Hello, I’m Y/N, I love racing so much that I’m an Industrial Designer to understand better everything about cars. I’m a racer but since I was young, I participated in street racing. That’s why Daniel here wanted me in the team, to teach you about how savage real racers will be with you.” They gave them a wink before getting in their place behind Danny.

“All right, get comfy guys, but not so much because you start your training tomorrow” the marketer for Nissan dismissed everyone.

Jack was left confused, so they got a degree to understand more about cars?

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A couple months before the accident

“Hey, you know it wasn’t your fault, right?” they said, Y/N’s fingers touching only with the tip of the fingers in his shoulder.

“Yes it was, I should’ve more careful!” he got angry, everyone kept saying that it wasn’t his fault, that maybe could have happened with another person. He push Y/N’s hand away, but they got used to that reactions.

“Besides, what do you know about safety? The only track you know is the street, you have never been in a real race” He added fueled by the anger remembering the crash and the loss of a life.

“Is as dangerous if not more, but whatever, I tried everything to cheer you up, but it seems that you never bear my presence. I’m sorry, I hope you find peace someday.”

Y/N met Jack when they started to become more interested in racing in a professional way, not that they doesn’t enjoy street racing, but earning cups and medals looked really nice.

Jack doesn’t say anything nor gives them a glance. They picked their things up and left him alone in silence.

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The team of Danny Moore, Jack Salter and Y/N worked just fine, even if the racers ended up with mixed instructions from the older racers. Moore found it problematic, he needed Jack to be synergic with Y/N so the racers could get better and better.

“Jack, my brother”

“We are not brothers”

“Oh, c’mon, we been working for days now.”

“Whaddaya need” Jack didn’t enjoy when people interrupted his Walkman’s sessions.

“Welp, always straight to the point. The three of us, we are making a great team, but no perfect.”

If Jack got a cent for every time he sighs for something that came out of Danny’s mouth, he will have tons of money. “Now what, just tell me and I will work on it”

“Nice of you to say that. Apologize to Them”.

Jack lifted his eyebrows surprised. “You think that’s the issue? We are fine, we talk the necessary.”

“Yeah, like divorced parents. That’s the problem”

“…”

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“I liked the turn you made on that weird curb, but next time…” Y/N really takes pleasure in giving feedback to the young drivers. Jack approached and cleared his throat; the other instructor paused at the interruption and turned their head.

“Yes…?” Y/N raised a brow, clearly confused because Jack never shared a word with them aside from things related with the competitors or Danny (Danny himself is a topic).

“Can we… uh, talk, like the two of us” he tried to say as quiet as possible so the others couldn’t hear.

“Sure, let me finish with them” Y/N gave some last instructions to the gamers and then followed him far from the pits.

“Well, I don’t know how to start”

“Why are we here, then” Y/N crossed their arms.

“Fine, fine. Look, I’m sorry” he ran his hand over his face trying to find the courage. “I… what happened 15 years ago wasn’t my fault, you were by my side even if I never liked it. I was young and stupid to push you like that. I’m sorry” he ended and looked at the (your eye color). "I also took you for granted as a driver, hell you drive better than most of those assholes out there"

They cast their face down for a moment and then up to his eyes. “It’s fine, I appreciate your apology. Everything is in the past now” Y/N offered a small smile to him. He nodded his head. "And thanks for the compliment, it means a lot coming from you."

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After that they manage to find a better rhythm of teaching the competitors. A couple of weeks have passed, Y/N and Jack became friends (the first time they met doesn’t count to Y/N since it was one-sided). Sharing meals together without Danny.

Danny Moore got an eye for perfect opportunities, and again he found one. He noticed the long glances Jack gave to Y/N, and how he worries when Y/N got in a car to give the gamers extra lessons.

“Jack, my brother” He said to Jack once they were in the press room alone.

“Jesus Christ, now what?”

#gran turismo #jack salter x reader #gran turismo imagine #jack salter david harbour #david harbour #david harbour x reader #reader insert

[fewwawifwiends]

soft serve ice cream - part 2

and here we are. unholy dropped and while 'and they were roommates' part deux is still in the works, here's something to keep us all entertained

warnings: s.m.u.t. - not beta'd, not proofread as much as it should

word count: 16,162 (like i said, not beta'd, not proofread as much as it should)

you can find part one here (because this was a two-time affair)

not even a month later he was finally home. his home. or, well, at least what he'd learned to call home in the past few years. there wasn't his mother's cooking in the air, or his sister creeping up on him, or even his father reading a sports newspaper in his armchair. 

it was a just a room with okay furniture and a scent he now found familiar. but monaco wasn't home, not yet at least. max just needed to give it a bit more time, is all. everyone else was -or appeared to be- well adjusted to their life in the coastline, he'd get there too. 

thing was, everywhere he turned he only saw one of three categories: old money, new money and his… competition. or colleagues, sure, whatever floats your boat. no matter how good friends he were with at least some of them, as long as he was still going into that cockpit week after week, they were not working together, they were just doing the same job. he was supposed to be better than them and they were supposed to be better than him, regardless if they were able to keep their end of the deal. and that wasn’t on him, no way. it was on their luck (their cars) and their skill and that was it. only one could keep up with him and that wasn’t even based on skill. he’d watched and partook in the sport for longer than he cared to mention, he knew how to tell apart talent from a good race car. especially after the fiasco in silverstone, he was almost happy to watch from the sidelines in hungary. 

but that was of no matter now. he was home. he had a two weeks to unwind, let it all go and start as fresh as he could. that’s what everyone told him, but he couldn’t seem to be able to put silverstone behind him. somehow, it found a way to creep in his thoughts, occupying space that he’d rather use thinking about literally everything else. on the plus side, however, now he did have the chance to force himself to forget; with the summer break just beginning, his trainer would forgive a night out. or two. 

and that was his plan; get settled, unwind for a few days and then get absolutely fucking plastered. now that’s what he called a break, and at 23 years old, who could blame him? especially if he managed to still not miss a session with his trainer -which would be a bit more intense, but that was of no matter. it would be worth it if he managed to do it right. the perfect lap, the perfect night out. 

he’d been in monaco for about four days, not bothering to get out, not even for groceries -a healthy meal delivered was more than enough. he kept up with his fitness regime, it would feel out of place if he didn’t, but as if godsend, martin, his childhood friend would be playing for a couple of nights in a club and there was no better opportunity for max to go out and execute his perfect night out plan. 

new money loved martin garrix and old money’s kids felt so rebellious getting drunk while some high end name was playing in the club they ‘happened’ to be in. he’d blend right in, no one would pay attention to him. perhaps he’d also run into a ‘colleague’ or two, preferably the ones he actually liked but it was no time to be picky. if he actually cared that was. 

the sun was setting as he made his way to the club that martin would be playing, colouring everything in a warm hue. at times like these, he did feel a bit lonely, but never let the feeling overtake him. sure, it would be nice to be holding someone’s hand while taking that very same route, but it didn’t matter. he wouldn’t have time for a relationship, he barely had time for a god damn hobby. that’s why he didn’t even bother to learn amelia’s phone number or even her @ at social media- wait what? it had been weeks since that, how did she find her way back into his head again? did a part of him really think that this was going to work? 

max scoffed at the thought and tried to push it away, taking in his surroundings, the sun getting lost in the sea with each passing moment. but it wouldn’t leave him alone. why would he think of her? sure, there was chemistry, how could sex be good without chemistry? but there was no reason to make it anything more than an unexpectedly good night. they had a pact, unspoken, but a pact nonetheless; once they went their separate ways -which was literal minutes after- they’d forget about each other. there was no reason to ponder on what could have been and he knew his reasons all too well: he didn’t have the time, for one. and if that sounds like an excuse, try maintaining a relationship when you travel for the better part of a year. and why potentially ruin something that was just good? why not just let it be, a nice memory to look back to and smile because hey, who saw it coming? especially more than once. 

even now, the memory brought a small smile to his face, and unwillingly, his pace picked up, as if he had somewhere to be. why ruin that with her weird habits and his difficult personality? sure, everyone carried baggage, even at 23, god knows they did, but did his really leave max the capacity to deal with amelia’s? or any amelia’s for that matter, it could’ve been katie, susan, mary magdalene herself and he still couldn’t handle his issues some days, with what nerve would he take up someone else’s on top of that? and who did he think he was, putting his own baggage on top of some other girl’s that didn’t owe him anything at the end of the day? max was many things, but irrational and impractical didn’t make the list. he couldn’t handle her and she wouldn’t be able to handle him, and that was the end of it. 

but his evening was just beginning. he reached the club martin would be right when the sky was almost fully dark blue, couldn’t have been later than 9-ish and the place was almost empty. his timing was immaculate, not to brag of course. but it did give max plenty of time to catch up with martin while the club was still getting everything set up for the night to follow. it was a weekday, but in august in monaco, it made little difference. crowds would soon start coming in through the doors, packing the inside and most certainly the roof top, trying to be as close to the source of the music as humanly possible. he still couldn’t figure out what drew them to the speakers like moths to a flame; he’d be close to his friend, which also quite possibly meant a few shots downed in good company. for the rest of them, he didn’t know. 

an hour or so had passed and without fail, he was correct yet again; the roof was packed and his now empty route between the bar and martin’s setup was not such an easy endeavour, trapping him in the bar for the time being. not that he’d complain, of course; it took him out of socialising with a more than acceptable excuse (forgive him for not risking to be trampled like a deer amongst a heard of elephants), and allowed him to order another beer with a twist: he wouldn’t get it in the bottle this time around, but in a glass, half full to make room for the shot of top shelf whiskey that would bring the liquid to the brim. it was time to start easing in to the harder stuff. 

max thanked the bartender with a smile and brought the glass to his lips, carefully placing the shot glass between his teeth, downing the hard liqueur first and washing it down with the refreshing beer.  the heat was enough of an excuse to gulp down the rest of the beer in one go as well, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensation of the cold liquid actually cooling him down. he placed his glass on the counter with more force than was necessary, causing the shot glass to clink against the sides, while he took a much needed breath and resisted the urge to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, like a viking. he was a man of culture, his parents had made sure of that, so he settled for his fingers slowly reaching for his mouth, forcefully wiping away the remaining beer with almost undetectable moves. 

he opened his eyes and without missing a beat he ordered a vodka redbull. there was no way he could ever not affiliate himself with redbull, was there? but it tasted good and it would give him a boost, that much was certain, perhaps allow him to stay past his normal bedtime, which was before the first am. 

with a new drink in hand, max started looking through the crowd for the first time in the night, scanning them for any familiar faces he’d inevitably have to say at least hi to, maybe a bit of small talk, worst case scenario actually have them join him -which would end his night early, for sure. but when max finally spotted a familiar face, it wasn’t at all what he expected to see. 

“you have got to be fucking kidding me” he muttered under his breath as his eyes were now locked on her. 

her brown hair was pulled back in a half pony tail, allowing it to fall past her shoulders, but there were two strands framing her face on either side, certainly deliberately left out. before long, like she could feel his gaze on her, she turned around and her warm, brown eyes met his once again, allowing him to take in the differences; she was wearing a pair of silver hoop earrings, not too big to be tacky, not too small to go unnoticed, which complimented her fair complexion and she had… make up on? maybe the changes he notices were the effects of a good night out, but all  he knew was that her eyes were more intense than he remembered, her cheeks were flushed and her lips, that formed an o shape in either shock or disbelief -or both-, had a darker stain on them. and he liked it. all of it. exactly like the first time he saw her, she drew him in and he didn’t dare try to pull himself away, enjoying the exhilarating feeling rushing through his bones.

they stayed like that for a few moments, neither moving an inch, when she started making her way through the crowd with determination, while max was still locked in place. her movement accented the group of people that was now behind her, making it obvious that they were with her, two girls and one guy, who was attempting to follow her but got blocked by a waiter trying to get to a table on the other end of the roof, leaving him effectively behind and defeated. 

“what are you doing here?” those were the first words she said to him. no politeness or niceties whatsoever, much less than max was used to or expected. tone was raised, but it was more due to the music and people trying to talk over it as well, than it was a genuine expression of emotion.

“hi yourself” his voice matched hers in volume as he avoided answering her question, only to see anger slowly rising in her. max almost toyed with the idea of pretending to have forgotten her, as he was trying to forget his entire week in england, but concluded that that was a bad idea. “i live here. what are you doing here?” 

“i’m on… vacation?” more questions arose in amelia than were answered and that much was obvious. “aren’t you dutch?”

“yes, living here. sorry i forgot to mention my postal code.” sarcasm laced his voice he hoped would come across among all the noise and commotion, and he took a big sip of his drink, hoping it would give him some much needed strength. 

“i just though- i’m sorry, i just didn’t expect to see you of all people here.” 

“understandable, no worries. it’s a fair assumption that a dutchman would live in the netherlands.”

“yeah, i guess. sorry. have a good one.” she said with a small, entirely faked smile, still baffled, and turned to leave. 

“are you sure you want to go through that again?” max caught her on her tracks, referring to the wall of people that was standing between her and her friends. 

she turned once again to face him with her brow furrowed and her eyes wide, pleading almost for a way out. but max was right and they both knew it. 

“new plan: i buy you a drink and the first chance you get, you bolt to go join your friends. how does that sound?” 

amelia was hesitant and max picked up on that as soon as he didn’t get a reply out of her within milliseconds. from the little he knew her, she always had something to say. 

“if you’re worried, we’re not strangers, remember? i’m a privileged, entitled bastard with anger issues, and you’re a loud-mouthed, disobedient and independent brat with a secret praise kink.” maybe reminding her was more fun than pretending to have forgotten.

“max!” she exclaimed in protest, like he just wrote in the sky her deepest secret. well, maybe he had. but in his defence, no one was going to hear them, no one was paying that much attention. 

“don’t worry, no one’s listening. look, bottom line, all i’m offering is a free drink and some company until you’re able to walk through the horde of orcs that’s standing between you and your friends. you don’t have to take it, you can just as well tell me to go fuck myself and venture through mordor yourself. it’s entirely up to you.” he sat up straight and made sure that every word he said was heard and understood. 

“you can go fuck yourself.” she replied back without missing a beat, bringing an odd sense of comfort to the situation. never had max been so pleased to hear those words. “but i’ll take that drink. you can get me a rum and coke.” she paused for a split second, eyes torn away from him, as if she were thinking. “and we’re switching places. come here.” her voice was commanding and if he were just a little bit more of an asshole, he’d make fun of her for it, perhaps try to embarrass her by reminding that she was so good being on the receiving end of orders. he was a couple drinks away from becoming that asshole, so now was not the time. however, he couldn’t help but wonder and tease her a little.

“because chivalry is dead and i didn’t offer you my stool?”

“because i need to see when people are going to start getting out of my way, jesus you can be daft! i need to text my friends.” she followed her words with a quick search of the small black bag that was hanging from a silver chain on her shoulder, while she made her way towards him, eyes glued in her purse. 

her attention was obviously not to where she was going, or she wouldn’t have bumped on to him. she would have seen that max didn’t move an inch to give in to her absurd request, instead of boldly -and wrongly- assuming that he’d just obey orders like that. but there they were, her face suddenly buried in his chest. 

“there’s absolutely no way i’m giving up my spot.” he said and he was sure that she could feel his voice vibrating through his chest, enough to make his point. 

“you can take it with you for all i care.” she retorted, looking up to him, gaze once again starting to fill with rage. 

“can’t, love. it’s bolted to the ground.” his words were proven correct once one of his hands gripped the stool and attempted with all of his strength to pull it up.

“fine, i believe you, no need to flex!” flex? he just… pulled? 

“i’m not flexing. nor am i risking having to spend the rest of my night standing. no way.” 

“one would expect more from a gym buff.”

“why is it so hard to catch a fucking break with you?” 

“you like it” she replied simply and winked, only to have her cheeky demeanour replaced with pure, unfiltered shock and shame. “i am so sorry, i didn’t mean to come at you like that.” 

“what are you apologising for?” he raised an eyebrow in confusion. why would she apologise? this, whatever was going on, was their thing, she was doing great! 

“i was just trying to be respectful, jesus! for once, i actually cared to not make you uncomfortable or corner you, sue me!” 

“did the flight over scramble your brain?” he asked with genuine curiosity. sure, it had been a few weeks, but apparently she still remembered their… evening together, so what could have changed? the cogs in his brain were frantically turning, trying to come up with an answer, but he came up short. max didn’t know her well enough to even start speculating what might have triggered that. and amelia didn’t exactly give him time to find out. 

“fuck this, i’m going back to my friends.” she said and honestly, he did feel disappointed. it was great seeing her again, the most pleasant surprise even. sure, it was unexpected, but max enjoyed their banter. 

“if that’s what you want, i’m not stopping you.” he said, finally defeated. but this didn’t feel like giving amelia a win, it was entirely out of the scope of their game. but he still lost and he couldn’t hide it. 

amelia sighed in response as she gave a quick glance at the sea of people between her and where she needed to be. “i appreciate it. but they are.” it was almost like the crowd had gotten thicker, young people moving along to the beat, inevitably almost in place, as there was no room for them to stretch out, leaving next to zero chances for her to get through. 

max stood up and placed two hands on her shoulders, gently swapping their places and having her sit down. “rum and coke, wasn’t it?” he asked, even though he was sure and gestured at the bartender as she nodded in unneeded confirmation. max leaned in closer and saw her tense up. he just wanted to talk, help her pass the time, but something was wrong. 

“okay what’s up?” he asked, voice firm, not opening the distance between them. he’d done nothing wrong and they’ve been much closer than this, so she’d better get used to it and fast. no way would he risk not being able to speak tomorrow because the princess didn’t want him breathing down her neck when not even a month earlier, in just their second interaction, he was pretty literally balls deep inside her. 

“nothing.”

“that’s not nothing, don’t bullshit me, amelia.” her name rolled off his tongue and lingered there more than he intended. “if you’re going to stay here, you have to at least talk to me.” 

“since when are you the talking type?" 

"since this is too public a setting to put that pretty mouth to use elsewhere." his eyes darted from her warm eyes to her undoubtedly warm lips. "but i can see that you're getting your mojo back." 

“i just don’t happen to run into one night stands.” she admitted, looking down. she wasn’t telling the entire truth, but it would have to suffice. 

“that’s why they are are called one night stands, love. one and done. it’s in the name.” max chuckled and ran a hand through the back of his head. “unless you’d like seconds.” the idea rushed over him and he barely noticed that he’d said it out loud. his face was suddenly serious, in extreme contrast to how he was just a few seconds before. 

she leaned in closer and his breath hitched. her eyes found his and locked on. “i’m not one for leftovers.” she released his stare only to eye him up and down put more distance between them, just like they were before. 

“ouch.” he hissed has his fist balled over his chest. “my fragile male ego… how could you…” her voice wasn’t more than an intense whisper as he was fighting for his life, apparently, the exaggerated expressions on his face telling the entire story. he expected more of a reaction from her, but from peeks he stole, he could see that she was just looking at him impatiently, waiting for the show to end. max, not wanting to disappoint, pulled himself together and leaned against the bar, almost gravitating towards amelia. “you know that i’m not letting you leave until you’re just as bruised.” he allowed himself fall just a bit to his left, making sure that his breath tickled her skin. he saw the hairs on her neck rise at the contact, but that was about all she did in response to, well… everything. 

“it’s so cute when you pretend that i don’t make you tick. or drip.” he added, unable to help himself. he was going to get a rise out of her if it were the last thing he did. 

“i thought we got rid of that male ego”

“not quite yet, love. you’ve got ways to go. it’s adorable to see you try, though.” 

“what does it take for you to shut up?”

“why don’t you find out?” he asked and his eyes were fixed on her lips, trying to remember how they tasted, but he came up short and that was a downright shame. he’d need a reminder. 

“we’ve done this dance before.” she stated simply. 

“i don’t remember it ending badly.” 

“what if this one does?” 

“i’m so sick and tired of you undermining me, especially considering that no one else was balls deep inside of you until you came undone again and again. i was. and you haven’t seen anything yet.” the words came out before he could stop them, overly confident, making assumptions that could have no hold on reality. but that didn’t stop him. or her for that matter. 

“you talk big. compensating much?” 

“don’t act like you don’t know the answer to that question better than anyone in here. it’s unbecoming.” 

max had won that round, as amelia fell silent. she may not have admitted defeat, but she didn’t need to. not that she ever would. 

“seriously though. what’s up with you?” he changed the subject, probing for answers. 

“i told you. i don’t do leftovers.” came her reply, sharp, leaving max again without an answer. part of him wanted to dig deeper, push her a bit more. but if he knew one thing about her was that he didn’t know anything, so this entire conversation was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode in his face. not unlike amelia herself had a few weeks earlier. a smile laced his face at the memory. 

“what are you smiling about?” she pulled him out of his trance-like daydream. 

“how it felt to eat you out.” he replied honestly, enjoying the shocked look on her face. like clockwork, she made her expression disappear, but he’d made sure to take it in. she was scared that someone might listen, but no one would. everyone was so preoccupied and consumed in their own little bubbles that they called life, no one would pay enough attention to them. “how your thighs felt around my face, how your legs were shaking, how your fingers were in my hair, how soft you were on my fingers and on my tongue.” probably his first sentence would have sufficed, but she was still not giving him enough, and he wasn’t through unless she told him it was enough. 

“do you really think that just because of a little dirty talk i’ll be begging for you to take me in the bathroom?”

“doesn’t sound too bad, now that you mention it. i’d love to hear you beg.” his smile turned to a sly smirk, eyes gleaming, images of how he could make her beg flashing right before him.  “but all i did was answer your question. you asked what made me smile, and my honest reply was my head between your thighs.” his voice turned flat again, if someone didn’t know english they’d think that he was talking about the weather. 

“oh max, please… please…” her eyes widened and her lips pouted as her words were more of a loud whisper, breath tickling his skin. “give me a fucking break.” and with one short sentence everything crumbled down, her tone resuming its -familiar by now- cold notes and her eyes rolling. 

he should have known to not take anything at face value, there would always be a twist around the corner with her. but a man could hope. an appreciative smirk was threatening to form before he spoke.

“do you get off on teasing me like that?” 

“the look on your face is priceless!” she let out a laugh and max felt himself chuckling along, instinctively almost. 

“you are easy to please after all, aren’t you?” 

“excuse you?” 

and that’s how he realised that that thought had escaped his mouth and got turned into sound. words. her voice was defensive, as if he’d insulted something sacred. max’s chuckle had faded out into a smile on his lips and his eyes gleamed in his second win in a single evening. he took his time, enjoying the feeling and taking a sip of his drink in a small celebration. he had no idea how this would end, but he’d die before passing up this opportunity. 

“you heard me. you’re easy to please. all i have to do is pretend you get under my skin while i reach up your skirt and-” she didn’t allow him to finish his sentence. she cut him off by taking his hand and placing it on her thigh, inching her skirt up just a few centimetres. her skin was warm and soft… familiar. and contrary to how he normally went about things, max found himself liking that kind of familiarity. 

“do you seriously think that this is enough?” she asked, finally breaking. her voice could cut diamonds, but her eyes told an entirely different story; they were wide and almost begging for more. this was his cue. her hand was firmly holding his in place, leaving him no room to free his grip unless he actually tried, so he did the next best thing, and he pressed on. hard. 

amelia let out a hiss, but he couldn’t be sure if it was pleasure or pain. or both. her eyes trained on his hand, so no clues from there either. he released her thigh from his grip, not wanting to overstep. this was fun as long as it was fun for both of them. much to his surprise, he didn’t have time to even see her skin bounce back, as her hand pushed his down again. he looked up and raised an eyebrow in curiosity, mind going blank. 

“i’m sorry, what was the question?” he asked when she released her own grip on him, and his brain jump started. in those moments had he not been fixated on the image, he’d be lost in thought, and not purest of the kind if he were to be honest. 

“you’re such a man.” she shook her head dismissively, fingers still laced around his. “i asked, do you think that this,” she pushed down once more for just a second, waiting to see if he’d do something about it. he didn’t. he couldn’t risk loosing his train of thought again. “is enough to please me.”

“i know it’s a start.” he stated simply, leaning in even closer, until he could smell the alcohol in her breath, which was a bit more shallow than normal. of course it was. 

she didn’t speak, but she did let go of his hand, placing it on the bar, as if nothing had happened. she could have taken his off her thigh, but she didn’t. she just left it there and stared at him nonchalantly, playing with the straw of her drink. 

deciding to test the waters, max lifted his palm from her thigh, allowing just his fingertips to roam over her exposed skin. soon enough, he was tracing rhythmic patterns on her and it had been seconds or minutes, but neither of them had spoken. 

but that got boring after a while, so he decided to spice things up a bit. removing his hand from her leg, he traced her silhouette, running his hands up her waist and arm slowly, until he reached her neck. he remembered how she whimpered when his lips were latched on the spot where her neck met her shoulder, and dedicated some attention to that. he felt her shudder at the contact and he wasn’t about to indulge that, so he moved on, until he reached right behind her ear and rested his entire hand there, forcing her head up, to look at him. 

“what was that supposed to be?” amelia spat the words, feigning to be unimpressed, but the way her teeth found her bottom lip when his thumb pressed below her jawline told another story. 

“a start.” 

“i suppose you expect this will continue?” 

“you tell me to stop and i stop.” he allowed a few seconds to pass, giving her enough time to clear her mind if needed and give him a sober answer. but she didn’t say anything. “well, what will it be?” he asked impatiently.

“did i tell you to stop?” she sighed the words and that’s all he needed, except.. she wasn’t looking at him, per se. her eyes were fixed on his extended arm, and he realised that the veins in his forearm were visible, reaching from right below the messily rolled up sleeve of his shirt to his fingers. 

“can’t look away, can you?” he toyed. 

“what makes you think i’m trying?” amelia’s eyes found his again. he loved it when she became so desperate to prove a point; it was so easy to break that facade, it was borderline unfair. but he did it anyway, tensing up his muscles just enough to bring her attention back to his arm, drawn like a moth to a flame. a humourless laughter came from his chest and it brought her eyes back to his, now burning with a mix of desire and rage. god that woman was stubborn and fuck if he didn’t love it. 

“thought so.” max provoked her further. “what, does my girl want a do-over?” 

“as if!”

“what do you want then?” but she didn’t grace him with an answer. “look, you can either tell me, or we can just keep staring at each other until you can go back to your posse. your choice.” 

“i want you to admit that you weren’t pretending that i got under your skin.” amelia reached up and ran a hand across his torso, lingering on his chest and then his stomach before making her way to his waist and pulling his belt loop, bringing him closer. max knew exactly what she was doing; this, and the silent promise for more it borne, would be enough to get any man to say that the sky was green. he gave it some thought, considering seriously where indulging her would lead them. but he knew better than letting her off the hook with a simple ‘yeah you’re right’.

“fine, you win. i’m not pretending. you do give me a massive headache. and i need you to take it away. it’s your mess. clean it up.” his voice went from almost playful to commanding in a flash, face loosing all emotion, looking amelia up and down and for the first time, taking all of her in. 

her black flowy skirt was still ridden up, exposing more of her legs than intended, while her loose black and white stripped crop top gave him just a glimpse of her midriff and that was it. no shape aside from the curve of her waist anywhere to be seen, which was nice but not enough. max kind of knew what she looked like underneath those pesky excuses for fabric, but undressing her to get to see everything first hand was the dominant mental image he couldn’t shake off. bringing his eyes back up to her face, he noticed a vein pulsing just slightly on her neck and he knew that that’s where he’d hit next. her cheeks and lips were flushed, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up and take credit for that, as he remembered that it was still over 30 degrees. and lastly, those god damn eyes, following his with anticipation, wide and waiting. 

once she was sure that he was done sizing her up, amelia released a heavy breath she’d probably been holding this entire time, as if it was finally safe to do so, earning herself a scoff from max. 

“do i intimidate you, amelia?” 

“no.” she said but the word came out shaky, like her breaths. 

“why don’t you try that again, love? more convincing this time around, huh?” he inched closer, taking her waist between his hands ever so gently, taking advantage of the bare skin her outfit was showing. he wanted to apply pressure, make sure that she could feel him, but that wasn’t in his plans, at least for now. 

“you don’t intimidate me, max.” she managed to utter the words, but her tongue stumbled upon them, leaving max less than pleased with her mumbling. 

“nice try, but we’re not quite there yet.” he said with a sly smirk, lowering his face bringing his lips almost against hers. he felt her shift in her seat, trying to close the tiny space between them, but then his grip on her got more firm, keeping her in place but relaxing again once she stopped squirming. “go again.” he felt his lips tickle hers as he spoke, the words sounding more like an order than encouragement. 

“you don’t intimidate me.” she made sure to try and pronounce every word clearly, but her attempt got worse with every brush of her lips against his, until she sighed in frustration. 

“again. don’t you have a point to prove?” he toyed with her weakness. 

“you. don’t. intimidate me.” this time she spoke with gritted teeth, determination coming back to her. 

“that’s my girl, you did such a good job for me.” he gave her a smile and took a small step back, as that was the only space the ever-growing crowd gave him, his hands now on his sides, ending their little game. max saw amelia’s face go from fiery to confused to wanton in a matter of seconds. “so, what have you been up to lately?” he asked as if the past ten or so minutes never happened, and they were just two old friends catching up. 

“i-” she started but took a pause when she heard her voice crack, as she swallowed and closed her eyes for a moment, regaining her composure. “i’ve been job hunting actually. i’m in between jobs as of last week, so i sent resumes everywhere and now i’m just waiting for the phone to ring, i guess.” she took a big sip from her drink, her cheeks puffing out a little and max was surprised by the immediate shift, from a muttering mess to having an actual conversation. 

“so you came around here for a much deserved break, then? take your mind off things? how’s that going for you?” 

“oh you know, it could be better, could be worse.” she looked up to him, eyes burning once again. she was frustrated to say the least, he’d left her simmering and without even touching her. not really, anyway. 

“how so?” he asked, eager to see what she had to say. 

“i don’t appreciate it when people leave me hanging.” amelia shot him a glare and while two fingers were busy making her straw mix the ice cubes in her drink. “you know, some people that call you up, get your hopes up saying how impressed they are by your resume and then they just never follow up.” 

“that sounds like a horrible place to work at, anyway.” he commented empathetically, appearing completely oblivious to the point she was trying to make, even though he was nothing but. “i say you don’t need them. someone who really appreciates you will come around; someone who knows how to handle you, someone you’d want to come back to work for every. day. you know what i mean?”

“i guess.” she brushed him off and max knew he’d gotten his point across. “how about you?” amelia changed the focus of the conversation, giving max another small win. 

“i have about a week and a half left of vacation and then back to work.” he replied simply. 

“what do you even do for a living?” 

“i’m a driver.” half truth. no need to spoil anything with details. 

“like, freelance?” 

“i drive for a company.”

“what kind of a driving job allows you afford a place in monaco?” her attention had gone from her own frustration to questions max had no interest in answering. this wasn’t a date, and he had no intention of making it one. 

“a good one. what about you? what pays your bills?” he took a final hit from his drink and set his glass down more violently than intended, causing amelia to jump. 

“jesus, sorry, didn’t mean to intrude. i was just making conversation, since that’s what we’re doing now, apparently.” her tone was defensive, refusing to take any blame he might pin on her. “i used to work in a small firm that manages cultural events." 

"a woman of taste then." he gave her a wink as he rose his hand, signalling a rather busy bartender to prepare another round for both of them. "are you looking for something in the same field?" 

"I don't see why i have to answer that, when you didn't." touché. 

"humor me." his tone was severe again, gaze clouded and fixed on her. 

"hmmm…. no." 

"amelia" her name left his lips before he could do anything about it, sounding almost like a warning. 

"this isn't a game anymore, max. we can play if you want, but don't expect me to be honest when you're not."

her words rang around in his brain. what the fuck had just happened? it was his initiative to go back to being two adults in a public social setting. why was it so hard for him to swap between roles when it came so effortlessly for her? for a second he had to force himself to remember the name of the game; she was in charge at all times, not he. maybe it didn't seem like it, but without her green light, nothing would happen. in a sense, he was the one at her mercy, and there was nothing he could do about it; that's what they'd agreed upon. perhaps there was no contract or an exact verbatim, but it didn't matter. they both knew and that was enough. so what the hell was he doing, imposing himself on practically a stranger? 

"i'm a driver in formula one." he said simply after a minute of complete silence between them. it was an awkward silence, the music or the other people around them dancing and talking didn't make any change in the tense atmosphere. "this doesn't mean that you need to tell me anything about you. i went too far. i'm sorry." he spoke in short sentences, every word hand picked very carefully. 

amelia scoffed and appeared to ponder his words for a few seconds. 

"fine, apology accepted. it was good one, you've improved. got into therapy since i last saw you?" she was joking, but was she really? 

"no…?" his answer was another question as he picked up their drinks from the bartender and handed her her own. amelia extended her hand and max could have sworn that her fingers lingered against his for just a little too long, a bit more than necessary, while when she finally did pull away, her movements were fluid, the kind that he was bound to still feel on his skin for the foreseeable future. 

"you could use it."

"fair, but ouch." 

"don't you like a little bit of pain?" he recognised the gleam in her eye because he had looked at her exactly like that before. she was going to be the end of him. 

"testing my limits comes at a price." came a warning that she would surely dismiss. 

"oh please." like fucking clockwork. 

"you're welcome to try." 

"i just might."

"and what about your no-leftovers rule?"

"didn't you hear? rules are made to be broken." she said, downing a considerable amount her drink, not bothering with the straw this time around. other than that, amelia stood still, waiting for max to make a move. 

if this wasn't his break, there was no way he'd have the capacity to deal with this hot and cold, regardless of whose fault was what. lucky for her (and him), he'd have plenty of time to recharge.

he stayed there, eyes fixed on hers, like a predator to its prey, as he took a few generous sips of his drink as well, his head swarmed with the endless possibilities of what he could do. and suddenly two very important factors blocked away everything else: one, this time for real he might not get it see her ever again, so he needed to take full advantage of their time. two, it really didn't matter how long it would take, he didn't have a bedtime; he could sleep in for the next two weeks for all he cared. his routine didn't seem half as important as it used to  and thus, a plan was formed. 

max closed the small distance between them and took his time gently running his fingertips over her exposed arm, gaze never leaving hers. slowly, he worked his way up her neck, until his hand cupped her face ever so lightly, bringing it so close that their lips could almost touch. almost. again. 

amelia sat up straight, in hopes to close the small, minuscule gap between them, as her own lips parted and her deep exhales tickled his face. but max didn't let her; instead he closed his hand around her jaw, once again keeping her in place. before she could even complain, his lips found the sweet spot on her lower neck and he felt her melt in place. perfect. he restrained himself, careful not to nimble, bite or suck on her skin, which proved to be a harder task than he thought. instead, he settled with leaving a few open mouthed kisses and long licks. it was slow and painful enough for him, so he could only guess how hard it must have been on her. 

her hand reached up and felt his hand around her face, reaching up to his forearm, and finally his shoulder, taking her sweet time to learn every single centimetre and crevice. max smiled against her skin; he could only guess how long she waited to do that: such an innocent move, and being denied even that? he'd set the tone exactly as he needed for the rest of their night, and that was his only thought as he took in the sensation of her fingers toying with the fabric of his shirt, as if wanting to feel him without it in the way. 

it didn’t take long for amelia to figure out that she was never going to be faster than him, he’d always be just a little bit quicker and put her where he needed her to be. but she wasn’t one to just sit there and take it, as max figured out soon enough. whatever they were doing, she was fucking good at it. she tilted her head ever so slightly so she could look at his face, finding his eyes. and then she made her move: she opened her mouth just enough, darting her tongue over her lips, breaths deliberately shallow and quick. that little stunt was enough to make him bring his lips to clash on hers, exactly like she wanted, and max knew that. he might not have been able to resist, and that was on him. but whatever she got, it would be on his terms. 

amelia needed the kiss to be hard and fast, pushing herself even closer to max, so he could feel every inch of her against him and she could feel every inch of him as well. every. inch. 

but if anything he needed her desperate, wanton, begging. so reciprocating the sheer force she gave into their kiss wasn’t going to cut it. he allowed her to do whatever she wanted, run her fingers through his hair, not leaving him any chance of pulling away, while she jumped out of her seat, crushing their bodies together. he could feel her breasts, smashed against him by the intensity of the contact and he was sure she could feel his hard on pressed against her hip. but that was about all the friction she’d get for the time being. 

while her tongue was exploring furiously his mouth, max remained calm and collected, reciprocating with the slightest of touches and nibbles on her lips. before long, amelia found out that the only way to enjoy this would be to slow down to his rhythm, as he’d never match hers. not even scratching her way down his back did anything, although he did groan slightly into her mouth. but that still wasn’t enough to make him pick up the pace. 

“i know that public settings is kind of our thing, but how about a bit more privacy this time around?” he pulled away and spoke against her mouth, avoiding to pay attention to his desire to pull on her bottom lip with his teeth. 

“you mean the bathroom?” they were on the same wavelength, it appears, as amelia spoke and did bite into max’s bottom lip. hard. he winced more in surprise than in pain and sucked in a breath. 

“my place. or yours if it’s okay.” 

“yours.” she said, hunger evident in her voice, as she undid a button on his shirt before pulling her hands away, as soon as she realised that they hadn’t teleported to somewhere with no people around them. 

“that’s a good girl, contain yourself. not yet.” his voice was so low that it sounded almost like a growl in her ear, its raspiness tickling her skin as it did his throat, without a doubt. 

max reached down and pulled his wallet out, leaving two fifty euro bills and securing them under his glass, after he emptied it first. amelia took her cue and did the same. 

“take my hand.” his tone was now more gentle, partly because he knew she didn’t have a choice if she wanted out of there. 

soon, but not soon enough, they were going down the stairs of the club and letting the fresh summer air hit their face. max’s place was a ten minute walk, give or take, which they’d do in less than seven. but that was still six too many, and no matter how tough and collected he wanted to appear, he needed her as much and as bad as she needed him. 

with the first opportunity he saw, max got a hold of her waist, raising her up and shoving amelia against a wall in a small alley between two shops. she didn’t waste any time, tying her legs around his waist, and breathlessly reaching in for another kiss. max’s hands instictively left her waist and were slowly roaming along her legs as her arms were pulled around his neck for stability, pulling him even closer. he could feel her muscles tightening at the contact, almost squirming at his touch, wanting more, but the non-verbal answer he gave with a few twists and slow teases was ‘not yet’. this earned him a small and disappointed moan, but still no signs of her letting go. 

“do you have any idea how needy you seem? ass and panties exposed, almost begging me to touch you more?” another soft moan vibrating in his mouth. 

“i’m not begging.” she said, almost in a trance, not giving a second thought to her words. 

“your sad attempts at grinding against my cock suggest otherwise.” 

“i’m no-” amelia’s sentence was cut short as she realised the movement of her hips. she rolled her eyes. “more.” she whispered before kissing him again, doing a complete 180, this time not bothering to change the rhythm. maybe she was hoping that compliance would make him cave at her demands. maybe she was too tired of fighting him. maybe she was just starting to realise how good it felt to take each other in completely, their scent, their touch, their skin. but no matter what, she wouldn’t get more. not now.

“not now.” he voiced his thought and with one last stroke of her ass and a gentle squeeze, just enough to be considered a handful, he let her go, helping her down and tidying her up before taking her hand once more and leading the way. 

neither of them talked and not a sound was heard between them, as they walked down the relatively empty streets of monaco. it was a good time, as everyone was either already home, or still out. max would guess it was around 10.30. their night was definitely still young. 

“i should text my friends.” amelia broke the silence and took out her phone with her spare hand. 

“you should also give them my address.”

“planning an after party?” she looked up at him with sheer disbelief and shock hidden behind playfulness. 

“i don’t like sharing.” he answered flatly, almost offended by the suggestion. “but they should know where you are, in case you need them.” 

“that’s actually… considerate. thank you.” she passed him the phone and he quickly typed in his address. 

“you sound surprised.” he noted, not exactly happy with her tone. 

“you can be an asshole.” 

“and you can be a bitch.” 

this earned him a knowing smile and her hand wrapping around his arm, a gesture that was appreciated in more ways than one, as the heat of the contact made max wanting to feel her even more, in every way imaginable. he could only imagine how her fingers would feel like, tightening, twisting around his arm. 

his steps became strides and amelia was following, picking up the pace right by his side. he liked the way she clung on to him and he spent the rest of their walk home imagining what it would take, what he could do to have that again. 

before he knew it, he was closing the door behind them, and turning on the lights. before his eyes had the chance to adjust, he was shoved against the door, with her lips latched on his collarbone, suckling and biting, while her fingers worked furiously and frustrated on undoing the buttons of his shirt. 

“someone’s a bit eager.” he noted, trying his best to speak the words normally and not let them be carried by his deepened breaths. 

“curious to finally see what’s underneath.” she said, barely moving away from his skin, eyes wide and looking up to him, as she worked on the last buttons. “fucking finally.” amelia muttered when she was done, the words tickling his skin. 

she took a step back and just looked at him, a thoughtful look on her face, as if she was trying to figure out a painting in a modern arts museum. 

“disappointed?” max broke the silence as he raised an eyebrow and waited patiently, if not eagerly, for an answer. his body was never something he flaunted, or that he was particularly ashamed of. it was just there, a tool for his job. and it had never mattered, until now. he needed her approval, he realised, and didn’t know what to do with that information. 

“i just don’t think you can handle me, is all.” she mused, bringing her hand on her chin, resting her index finger across her lips. 

“excuse you?” 

“you heard me. when was the last time you had a girl who’s not a model on top of you?” 

the only reply she received was silence. while his exes weren’t all models, they might as well have been. amelia was breaking all the moulds for him, but there was no good way he could find to phrase that. 

“thought so. so, can a big, hot shot driver, handle an everyday girl?” her voice was low, bordering on sultry and the finger that was teasing her plump lips was now tracing his chest and stomach. 

“why don’t you find out?” 

before he knew it, he’d fallen right into her trap. hands gripped the underside of luscious thighs, he lift her up and brought her close, faces almost touching, her core just barely putting any pressure against him, a bit shy of not enough. max suppressed a groan and exhaled sharply, his breath hitting her face and held position for a couple seconds, before marching towards the kitchen in large, confident strides. his eyes weren’t focused on his path, he knew that better than the palm of his hand, but on her face, studying her expression which altered from confusion to shock. 

not bothering to search for the counter, he let her drop those very few centimetres between her body and the cold marble. he saw her wince at the contact, closing her eyes. not allowing the opportunity to go to waste, max grabbed her neck, finally closing the distance and attacking amelia’s lips with his. at first, she was startled yet again, barely over her previous shock, but she was quick to catch up and reciprocate. 

her fingers wrapped around the edge of the counter, pushed her a bit forward, leaning on him, while his fingers inched up her waist, passed the hem of her shirt and found her nipples, giving them a small, tight twist. she moaned against his mouth and max got greedy for that sound, so he gave them another twist, enjoying her again and again. 

“enjoying the pain, baby?” he asked and amelia moaned again in reply. “come on, you can do better than that.” he urged her on, giving her nipples a final twist, allowing it to serve as inspiration. 

“yes.”

“good girl.” 

“your hand is cold.” she noted through a hiss, desperate to change the subject, have him forget how good she’d just been. 

max didn’t bother to comment on that, there was no reason to. “still having doubts that i can’t handle you?” he whispered against her ear, feeling her goosebumps form under his hands. when she didn’t reply, he removed his hands from her chest, raising his palms, but he kept them close enough so that a small wiggle or break in his concentration would give amelia the touch she wanted. did she know it wasn’t going to be easy?

“why did you stop?”

“i asked you a question.”

“and you’ve yet to prove it.” she said simply, obviously not satisfied, as her hands found his and pressed them against her chest, hoping to get a bit more sensation. 

swiftly, his arms escaped hers and landed in a sharp slap on her thighs. amelia inhaled through her teeth at the contact and closed her eyes, but forced them open and locked in his very quickly, letting him know that pain was not a punishment. 

accenting her point, her nails dug into his lower back and travelled slowly all the way to his neck, granting him his own small dose of stinging skin, before relaxing her fingers over his shoulders. determined, max didn’t show anything that would give away if he liked that or not, but an appreciative grin laced his lips, telling her just enough. 

he didn’t give her any time to do anything about it, though. his fingers were still applying pressure on the soft skin of her thighs, dangerously close to her pussy for a good long while now and he couldn’t keep ignoring the welcoming heat she emitted any longer, reaching to the inside of her thighs now, one hand teasing the sensitive skin and the other just slightly grazing her underwear with his knuckles. 

this time, he’d do it right; savor every second, come to know her better than anyone. he’d explore how wet she was gradually, first teasing with his knuckles. after a few seconds, his fingers would find the hem of her panties and toy with that for a bit as well, implying that pulling it apart and giving her what she wanted was easier than breathing. 

“i can feel how wet you are from here.” he said while pulling the hem of her very much ruined underwear away from her skin. “is it for me?” he asked only to just hear her voice. 

“only if you do something about it.” came a cheeky reply, and the raspiness of her words could send him reeling. 

“want a taste?” was his second question, testing her boundaries a bit. there were a lot of ways he could help her taste her own cunt; dipping a finger or two and allow her to lick them clean, get her on his tongue and kissing her deeply afterwards. even shoving her wet panties in her mouth while he finally ‘did something about it’, which was a very strong contender. 

he gave her a few seconds to answer him while his fingertips pressed the wet fabric against her, giving a few gentle rubs. 

“yes.” she answered in the same raspy voice in almost a moan. 

“how?”

“any way you want.” 

having a green light and her cooperation, sure -maybe too sure- that she’d tell him no if needed, he removed her underwear and kept them in his hand, while the other hand was still drawing intricate designs on her skin. taking a second to calculate his next move, or how to exactly bring himself to do what he wanted, he gave her a simple order in a very soft voice:

“open wide.” 

and to his surprise she did. amelia’s full lips were now parted, not sure what to expect to come between them. her eyes darted over to her panties, soaked and scrunched up in his closed fist, black fabric barely showing. she found his eyes again, mouth still agape and gave him a small nod. 

max came closer, clumsily fitting the underwear to her mouth, not bothering to resist an urge to bite and nimble on her bottom lip, nose filled with her scent. fuck, she would be the death of him. all of her. not just how she smelled or how soft she felt beneath his fingers. but also how she understood and was on the same page without him saying a word. how could it get any better? 

the answer to his question came once he was on his knees, hands spreading her thighs wide apart, mouth level with the cunt that well was on its way of leaving a small puddle on his kitchen counter. his lips found her core, tongue giving her clit a gentle flick and the muffled sound that she made, made everything instantly better. he crossed his tongue over her clit again and again and again and again, careful to not get too greedy, almost drunk with the music that were her stifled moans. 

not wanting to neglect anything, he found himself giving long, tenative licks to her pussy, the tip of his tongue exploring her folds while his teeth grazed her very cautiously. max was certainly enjoying himself, but this tactic did not give him the same moans. they were softer this time around and that simply wouldn’t do. focusing a bit on her clit again, he easily added two fingers inside her, finding again all his (and hers) favorite spots, while his left hand reached up to roll her nipple between his fingers, and perhaps tug a little. 

suddenly, the panties in her mouth were not such a great idea anymore. 

“spit them out.” he ordered, only to have amelia reply as best she could in a disappointed sound. “i want to hear you.” he explained, half a step away from pleading, trying to keep his tone stern. the girl obliged, turning her head to discard them on the countertop. “good girl.” max mumbled mostly to himself, before losing himself again in her aroma and the feeling of her everywhere: the softness of her cunt on his lips, the stiffness of her nipple between his fingers contrasting how her breast felt in his palm, her thighs applying a heavenly pressure on his head, her wet pussy on his other hand. and of course, her sounds. not only the sounds her folds made as he played with her, but the guttural moans escaping first her throat and then her still open lips. 

“oh fuck max!” amelia exclaimed softly between deep breaths and sharp inhales. her thighs closed tighter and her legs shook in what seemed an involuntary response to his mouth sucking on her clit. “don’t… stop” words came exhausted, encouraging him to keep going, vying to feel her, to hear her come undone. 

a small voice in his head urged him to stop, leave her on the edge, have her become a slave to her lust and him the only one who could set her free. he decided on a compromise. 

he pulled away just a bit, raising his head and searched for her eyes, hands still working tirelessly on her body. “only if you promise to cum on my cock as well.”

her eyes widened in shock and he could see the possible answers she wanted to give reel behind them, words becoming jumbled, a thread she wouldn’t easily untangle. 

“yes” she said finally, too worked up to get more than three letters out. but that was enough, as his mouth latched back again on her pussy, and he heard her moan in pleasure and relief. 

moments later, amelia’s release came in the shape of shaking legs and a scream that would echo in his apartment for weeks to come. he looked up to her while he kept on, determined to have her ride out her orgasm exactly in the same way she got it: completely stimulated and fully under him. her face wasn’t contorted in pleasure as he’d expect, she wasn’t tense. while her hands were behind her offering support and her head was tilted back, her jaw was relaxed albeit slightly open still, to release her orgasm verbally as well. 

“oh… oh fuck… yes… oh ple-… oh... max!” her wave of pleasure started with his name rolling out of her tongue. 

once he was sure that she was done, he gave her tit a gentle squeeze while removing his fingers and mouth from her pussy, reaching up and tilting her head forward with his thumb and index finger on her chin, forcing her to look at him. the gleam in her eyes was something entirely new and a smile started to lace her chapped lips. he brought his other hand up, smearing her juices over her mouth and before she could do anything about it, he kissed her. softly at first, but his hunger quickly caught on, still tasting her, not able to get just enough, hands roaming all over her body, from her neck to her back, to her arms on her sides, sliding over her stomach and brushing against her still sensitive breasts, earning him another small moan into his mouth. 

“need a break?” he asked softly, not wanting to overwork her. they weren’t done. not yet. 

amelia thought about it for a few seconds before begrudgingly saying yes. she needed to recharge, allow her sensitivity to go down before doing anything more. and she did look a bit dizzy, eyes unfocused and expression a bit blank, which was always a sign of a job well done. 

happy with his success, max picked her up, letting her put her entire weight against him as her arms locked around his neck, face falling on his shoulder, legs dangling off on his sides with his hands underneath them. he carried her to the bedroom, placing her gently on his bed. 

not really wanting to leave her there, max climbed next to her and amelia didn’t waste any time intertwining her legs with his, bringing a hand to rest on his chest and her head right above his heart. as soon as she was comfortable, he laced an arm around her shoulders, keeping her close to him while they enjoyed the silence and the contact of skin against skin. 

not a minute passed by before amelia’s hand started drawing intricate shapes on his chest, making her way to his abdomen and travelling lower, teasing along the line of his trousers. if she bothered to take a look, she’d see that there was no reason for any of that. he’d been hard way before they left the club, and she hadn’t allowed him a second of relief or flaccidity, continuing to drive him slowly but surely insane, teasing or not. 

enjoying the attention, max closed his eyes and lost himself in the subtle sensation her hand created, hoping for more but not willing to spoil anything by asking for it. 

amelia fumbled around his button and zipper for a bit, clumsily, but she made it as he heard the zipper being pulled down and his erection not being contained by the rough fabric anymore, just the elastic of his boxers. 

she played with him- no, she toyed. fingertips grazed his balls, certainly enjoying how they responded to the slightest touch, before three fingers delicately gave his cock a few squeezes, pumping it ever so slightly above his underwear. she continued like his, having a bit of fun in her teasing, at how he twitched when she pulled away, at how he sucked his breath at the slightest pressure on his balls. 

without exchanging a single word, her hand snaked in to his boxers and air got trapped in his throat at the contact. 

she ran her hand across his cock, getting comfortable with its length before adjusting her fingers around it, getting comfortable with his width as well. and just like that, she started pumping. not too fast, not too slow, and certainly not too gentle. she knew exactly what she was doing, and that was keeping him on edge while she restored her batteries. and she was doing it very damn well. his breaths got heavier and he could swear that hers did too, as she played with his cock, fiery brown eyes searching for his. 

“help me with this.” she whispered, tugging on his pants and boxers and max oblidged without a moment’s hesitation. 

resuming their entangled state, he could feel the heat and (still) wetness of her pussy on his thigh as her leg was wrapped around his. that, along with her hand working on him was pure bliss. he brought his arm over her shoulders again, squeezing slightly whenever she hit just the right spot at just the right time, which was fairly often. each squeeze was met with a small movement of her hips, effectively grinding her pussy against his leg, adding to both their pleasure. 

“aren’t you a little desparate?” max said with a smile, letting her know that he could feel her, but amelia didn’t grace him with a reply. instead, she pumped his cock harder and faster, while at the same time all wrapping her leg around his even more if that were possible, trying to grind against him a bit harder. 

“are you ready to cum again?” he asked, breaking the silence again. 

she didn’t grace him with a verbal response, nor had he expected her to. but she did look up at him, eyes wide and brow furrowed, bitting slightly her bottom lip, nodding a yes. all while showing her excitement through the motions of her hand on his cock. 

“good.” 

and that was all that was said. he moved his hands behind his head, enjoying the feeling of her fingers against him, pulling and tugging and rolling, exploring different speeds and techniques. 

after a couple minutes her boredom was apparent. max had his eyes closed, fully relaxed, letting himself take everything he was feeling in as much as possible, so he couldn’t see her face; but her initial enthousiasm had worn off, her hands repeating the same patterns over and over again. 

as he showed no signs of acknowledging her boredom, or help her do something about it, amelia took the next available option and climbed a little further down the bed, positioning herself between his legs. 

first he felt her hot breath against his inner thigh, and then going a bit more over to the center. her tongue gave a small and subtle lick on his balls and the anticipation for more made him suck in a breath. 

quickly, her mouth was wrapped around the head of his cock, warm and wet, saliva threatening to trickle down his length. not that he’d object. her full lips sucked on the head, tongue shyly darting around from time to time, reaching just where he needed her most. not long after, her hand joined in again, pumping whatever was left out of her mouth, providing rhythm that the rest of her body followed. 

little by little her mouth started conquering more and more of him. and while she gagged at some point and pulled back a little, max couldn’t help but fill a small sting of pride that she tried and tested her limits for him. and then the rest of her plan started unraveling; her mouth left him for a few moments, quickly replaced by her hand now drawing larger motion to cover every centimetre possible, and her lips finding a new place: right on the base of his dick, sucking, suckling, licking all over and slowly but most certainly moving lower. 

amelia started small again, but the change was sudden if not entirely unexpected: out of the blue, he was found with a single ball in her mouth, teeth carefuly placed around, cheeks sucking in ever so slightly while her tongue played all over. once she familiarized herself with what she was to do, amelia popped the second one in her mouth as well, and max opened his eyes. it wasn’t a voluntary move, far from it. but the sensation was entirely new, so shock plus the added visual of seeing amelia on her knees, ass up, back arched, face almost hidden by the cock in her hand, was enough to get him to wake up, even for just a few seconds. 

he propped himself up, using his elbows to balace his body, curious to see her while this was happening- no. while she was doing this. his gaze was met by hers, warm eyes with a drunken and yet familiar glint over them. and they stayed like that for a bit; eyes locked, her mouth working wonders on him that he couldn’t explain, and his body trying to compensate, to breathe for one, sucking in one breath after the other. 

max was first to back down from their impromptu staring contest, falling back yet again as his arms weren’t in any position to hold him up any longer. and as his head hit the pillow, her mouth left him. 

that hadn’t been a rule, not one he’d enforced anyway. why would she stop? where would this go? maybe it was a cue that she’d set to herself, like a timer that neither of them knew when would go off. 

“fuck!” had he said that out loud? didn’t matter. all that mattered was that he should have known, he should have been on top of this for no reason other than he needed more. amelia’s hand was still busy making its rounds around him, but at that point that just wasn’t enough. he needed her mouth. somewhere. anywhere. 

she must have read his mind, heard his prayer, as her lips were again wrapped around him, taking in as much as possible, and max had trouble breathing again, air coming and going in short waves, matching the pleasure her tongue gave him. he couldn’t have known for how long that went on; all he knew was that he felt her sit up and his blood almost stopped cold. she couldn’t be that cruel. 

and she wasn’t. she was quite the opposite actually, adding a second hand on the mix, reaching where her other one couldn’t, occasionally grabbing a handful of his balls again, giving them a gentle squeeze before going up again and down again, and up again and down again, and up again and down again in a tempo that max didn’t know, but didn’t care to either. all he cared about was that she kept this up, going in the same speed, giving the same strength, the same strokes for just a bit longer. 

“not too long now.” he felt a whisper escape his dry lips. and while amelia gave him an encouraging wink that almost killed him on the spot, with her beautiful mouth simply wrapped around him and her hands running intricately along, she didn’t change a single thing, urging him to cum in her mouth like she’d done before. it wasn’t entirely new but never an unpleasant surprise. gods how he’d love to watch her swallow. 

and that image was enough to take him over the edge, with a memory of her name and a curse leaving his throat as a whisper; max felt his toes curling and the muscles in his thighs tense up as release washed over him and a hand reached instictively up front, grabbing a fistful of hair and keeping her there until he was sure that every last drop went between her lips. 

like clockwork, amelia didn’t disappoint. pumping ever so slightly to get him off his high gradually, softly and slowly she started backing up, releasing him from her mouth and finding his eyes, looking at him as all subtlety left her when she swallowed with a large gulp. 

max pulled her in for a kiss, not knowning what else to do as his fantasy was exactly the same as the reality, and tasted a bit of him in her mouth, verifying that for as long as she was there, she was his. and that was all that mattered. 

“fuck that was-”

“the best head you ever had?” 

“definetely up there.” like hell would he give her the satisfaction. 

amelia frowned, not very satisfied with the answer, but not pushing it any further, much to max’s surprise. he was sure she gave it her all, why not demand a bit more credit than that? and the look on her face, eyes looking down, the smallest crease forming on her brow and her lips pouted ever so slightly, he… he couldn’t take it. 

“you’ll be my ruin.” he muttered as he grabbed her arm, forcing her to fall on him as he placed a kiss on her forehead. 

“so was it the best you ever had?” 

“if it will get you to stop pouting, yes.” he chuckled but stopped as he saw her expression converting to a frown. “hey, don’t be like that. you were amazing. no one’s ever touched me like that, did you know that?” 

her eyes lit up like a kid’s on christmas morning. 

“yeah, and no one has made me cum not with what they were doing, but the thought of what would come after.” he continued. “you look so pretty with my cum in your mouth, baby.” 

“was that so hard?” a tough facade tried to break through, but she still sounded so proud. “speaking of…” her eyes darted to his dick again. “how are you still hard?” 

“how are you still wet?” 

“that’s not the same!” 

“oh so when i do this-” max ran a hand over her waist, with the most gentle contact of skin against skin, before clasping it over her cunt. “you don’t feel the electricity run through you?” 

“more?” 

instead of giving in or answering straight away, he pulled away, going all over to the foot of the bed. 

“i want you to show me how you do it.” 

“what?”

“you heard me. you want more? you’re gonna have to do it yourself.” 

amelia appeared shy, not very sure at what to do, how to sit. this was the first time he saw her not bursting with confidence, and max had to admit he kind of liked knowing he was the cause of that. 

soon though, she just fell back right where he was sitting just a minute before, one hand slowly exploring her folds like it was the first time, and the other lightly tugging his sheets. 

amelia was kind to herself, as she had been to him. slow, attentive, testing the waters before diving in head first, even though it was very clear that she knew what she liked and how to get it. she knew exactly which spot would make her breath hitch and when flicking her clit would make her clench her teeth and close her fist around the linens. 

she got too comfortable though. and not that it was a bad thing in itself; on the contrary, it was amazing. but her legs were now obscuring max’s view. he couldn’t see her pussy, her body, her face. so he had to move up. 

he came closer, leaning over her now, abandoning the role of the passive voyeur, as it wasn’t working out exactly as planned. but that didn’t matter. his new view gave him a great visual of everything, and the added bonus of being able to kiss her lightly (only to withdraw himself when her tongue darts over his lips) or give the slightest of attention to her nipples, enjoying the visible shivers that went down her spine, but still not giving her enough to make him an active participator. 

her fingers were now moving furiously and yet again oh so rhythmically, rubbing her slick cunt. her neck was craned back, her hips were moving in small circles of their own, complementing her fingers, arching her back whenever they were raised from the mattress. 

her breaths were once again begin to turn into moans, each lasting longer than the one before, until suddenly her hand lost all tempo, working now to bring her just over the edge with sheer force and nothing more. 

sensing that she was close, max closed his teeth (almost) lightly over a nipple, to which amelia replied with a small scream, only seconds away. 

“stop.” one very simple word. a suggestion, if you will. but she -again- didn’t listen. instead, she shot him a glare and kept her eyes on his as she continued,  seemingly undisturbed. 

he had to act fast, but that hadn’t been an issue in the past, and it most certainly wouldn’t be now. 

without skipping a beat, max got both of amelia’s hands in his and locked them above her head, pinning her there, next to him. her brain was undoubtedly as confused as her body, which was convulsing, hips bucking against the air, trying for that release that never came. she was left whimpering, throbbing, ruined.

“what are you doing?” 

“i told you to stop.”

“like i give a fuck, i wanna cum max, please!” and oh how he loved that plea rolling out of her tongue. 

“i’m sorry baby, you don’t get to cum yet. i need to see you. push you. see where you break. i want to see how leaving you on the edge leaves you in control of your body. of your needs. how easy would it be to make you cum? would something like this-” he traced two fingertips down her slit and up again, with the weight and strength of a feather. “- be enough?” 

“are you serious?”

“very. i want to see you squirm under me.”

“i’ll never be under you, baby. on top of you at best.”

“we’ll see about that. i mean, i could fuck you just like this…” and he proceeded to demonstrate. 

one hand was tightly wrapped around a pair of wrists, keeping them in place above her head, while his body moved to be placed right between her still open legs. 

“… and i could fuck you right now. and doesn’t that sound a bit more fun than just your fingers trying to help you go over the edge? don’t you like how much more everything feels, while trying to remember how my cock felt inside you” his voice was just a bit more than a growl in her ear, teeth toying with her earlobe, giving a noble fight against her earrings before giving up and trailing his lips long her jawline and her neck, feeling her blood rush and pump against them. 

“besides, when else am i gonna get a chance to see you break underneath me?” 

to accent his point, max lowered his head even more, reaching her chest and taking a nipple between his lips. amelia moaned loudly at the contact and her hips bucked again, meeting his along the way, and trying to grind against him, benefit from the friction. 

“you look so cute when you try!” 

“why do you want to break me? how?”  there was no fear, no judgement. just pure curiosity. 

“because i love seeing you like that. and at the moment, i enjoy knowing i’m the only one that can make you cum. “

“but… how?” 

“how will i break you?” 

nod. 

“when you beg for it properly, you can have it.” 

“but how will i know?”

“that’s for me to know and for you to find out, don’t you think?” his rhetorical reply should have been more than enough. 

not really able to take much more of the anticipation himself, max made sure he still had both wrists locked in his right hand, while his left reached for the nightstand, fumbling for a condom in a drawer. 

amelia opened her mouth to say something, probably to let her go and they could resume afterwards, but there was no way he’d do that. he didn’t trust her enough. 

he ripped the packaging with his teeth, and rolled it down his very much still erect cock as carefully and correctly as possible with one hand. he’d definitely earned bragging rights for this. 

“fuck!” came a curse from amelia. or max. or both at the same time, as he entered her and gave her a few seconds to adjust. 

it took him everything he had to hold off those seconds and not start grinding or thrusting. feeling her wet (and just oh-so-right tight) pussy welcome him was the warmest welcome he could have hoped for and he intended to extend that as much as possible. 

as soon as her contorted with surprise face returned to whatever could be considered normal under the circumstances, max wasted no time in moving, matching his thrusts to her breathing (or did she match her breaths to his thrusts?) and following an almost animalistic instinct that told him to go deeper and deeper until there wasn’t anything deeper for him to go to. 

unless… an idea came to him and max wasted nothing more than a couple of seconds to ponder on the logistics of it, before taking action. with one hand still holding both her wrists over her head, he sat up a bit more straight and took her thigh to raise it and bring it to wrap around his body. not only this allowed him to feel more of her skin against his, softness and warmth second only to her pussy, but to actually position her in a way to help him deepen his thrusts inside her. 

as soon as she realised what he was doing, amelia’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief, right up until his movement actually went deeper, forcing her eyes to roll back before fluttering closed. a sound escaped her mouth that he didn’t quite recognize. 

“does this hurt?” 

“only in the best way possible!” came a reply wrapped around a chuckle. 

if pain is what she wanted, he was more than happy to deliver. cautiously, of course, as his hand ensured that her leg was secure around him and moved lower, in rough motions, kneading her skin before reaching her ass and placing a loud and definitely stinging slap across her cheek, the sound of the contact almost covering her moans, which came to a sudden halt, as she drew a long breath.

eyes opened wide and bore into his, a smirk forming on her lips as if to taunt him for taking this long. but max couldn’t deal with that right now. the way she clenched around him and how while his hand had moved away from her ass, he could still feel it under his fingertips. it would be hard to find a momentum that would allow him to repeat that without losing tempo, but he was willing to put in the work, if it meant seeing that look on her face and have her body react like that; hips bucking ever so slightly, back arching, aching for more. eyes glazed over in a cloud of lust, as if everything until that moment had been foreplay. which, to her defence, it had been, strictly speaking. 

they continued like that for a few minutes (there was no way he could tell the time or count the actual seconds he’d spent enjoying the wetness of her cunt around him, her rhythmic moans and her ass on his hand), but soon, it all got too repetitive. he needed something new. and so, he released her hands, which earned him a raised eyebrow. 

“don’t you dare touch yourself.” came a warning in a tone that was more like an animalistic, guttural growl than actual human sounds. 

in a swift movement, he rolled her over to her back, as if she weighed nothing, enjoying the fractions of the second that her body bounced on his mattress. max took a while to admire the woman beneath him, her ruined hairdo now falling in imperfect strands over her shoulders and back, how perfectly proportionate and symmetrical the curve of her waist looked from there, until his gaze reached his favourite part: her ass. perfectly rounded, curved, pert, just waiting for his hand to leave a mark -or multiple- and he intended to do just that. 

max barely recognised an urge to bite on the supple skin, before he found himself attacking. god she turned him into an animal and he loved every second of it. bite turned to sucking, turned to pulling away and awarding amelia with another slap, aiming at both their pleasure, not really regulating how much strength he applied, until a shriek brought him forcefully to reality. 

his vision unblurred in an instant and he could see her knuckles turning white as she gripped his sheets with all her might. 

“too much?” he asked, instantly worried he didn’t test that limit before going too far. 

“mmhmm.” came a not-exactly verbal reply and  max instantly plopped on the pillow next to amelia, taking in her face, trying to decypher her expression. “you’re good pretty boy, no need for the puppy eyes. just a bit less power next time, huh? now where were we… oh right! i need to cum. will you do something about it, or will you keep staring at me until i cum all over my fingers?” 

he admired how easy it was for her to hit a limit and go back to business immediately, as if nothing ever happened. but his admiration wouldn’t last very long, as her words sank in. no way would he let her do that. 

but before anything, since he had her face so close again, he needed to kiss her, feel her lips against his, her tongue which was all too familiar by now, in his mouth. and it took just that, a simple yet passionate kiss to bring everything back; his need to see her come entirely undone right before his eyes, ideally with his cock filling her up. she would break and he’d put her back together again. 

he pulled away and resumed his position on top of her, amelia still laying on her stomach, leaving an exquisite view that max didn’t mind getting reacquainted with, given the addition of his handprint bright red on her asscheek. without wasting much time, he grabbed her hips, pulling her towards him just a little bit, and then raising them so that she’d be on all fours. almost by instinct and immediately, amelia fixed herself to arch her back, spread her legs just enough to give him access to all of her. she was playing with him and they both knew it. and that was almost okay, as long as max continued to have the last say in her orgasm. at that moment, that’s all that mattered. 

one hand still gripping roughly and tightly at her hip, the other got busy, teasing her entrance with his dick, playing around just a little bit, until he heard a frustrated sigh and then some more, before entering her again, slowly this time. almost painfully slow, even for his standards. but that was okay, because their unified sigh of relief as soon as there was nothing more to reach was a small bit of heaven on earth. 

finding just the right tempo again, max played a little with deeper thrusts, a bit of variety in his motions, before gradually picking up the pace. somewhere around three quarters of his intended speed, he heard amelia whimper. not moan, not sigh, properly whimper. 

he slowed down his pace, so the contact of his hips with her ass wouldn’t obscure the tiny noises that escaped amelia. 

“i need to touch, can i please touch, i need to rub” came a rambling from her already open lips. 

she was trying, he had to give her that, but it wasn’t exactly what he was going for. 

“care to be a bit more specific, love?” each word came after a carefully deep thrust. 

“can i please please please rub my clit? i need to come.” 

“oh is this what you need?” he asked and freed one hand from her hip to find her gloriously wet all over cunt and give her pussy a few gentle, clockwise rubs. 

“yes!”

“yes what?”

“yes please?” 

“that’s a good girl.” he smirked, fingers still moving almost absentmindedly on her most sensitive area, cock still enjoying the sings of desparation inside her. “you get ten seconds. if you can do it by then, great. if not, we’ll try again later, okay? and i’ll also need you to count out loud for me, yes baby?” 

her countdown was perfect, but didn’t grant amelia the release she craved, just another trip to the edge and back, frustration now very evident. she was close to achieving both their goals; cumming and breaking. she could feel it, and so could he. 

“that was great baby, we just needed a little bit more, didn’t we?” how max could talk to calmly while inside her was above him. in an entirely new state, amelia turned her head to face him, nodded furiously and bit her bottom lip. 

fuck, she was almost irresistable. almost. 

max continued pounding in her in relative silence, grunts and moan of pleasure escaping him, but more than the feeling of her pussy clenching around him, he enjoying the sounds he elicited from her in all forms she could give him, deeps breaths, moans of pleasure, groans of unsatisfaction, pleading whimpers and most of all, small gasps. 

confident that his grip on her hips would leave small bruises of his fingertips and a couple scratches as a reminder of their time together, max reached to grab one handful of hair and one handful of amelia’s breast, trapping her nipple between his fingers, enjoying her sounds as it rolled between them with each squeeze and tug. 

a few more seconds (or minutes, who could really tell?) of that, plus his consistent contact with her now almost constantly contracting walls, was was did the trick and amelia looked again at him, warm brown eyes now melting, as the rest of her was, and one whimper turned into a sob. 

“ple- please max. i need it.” she exhaled and a tear welled up until it rolled down her flushed cheek. 

“you’ve been so good for me. do you want to do it, or should i rub your perfect little pussy until you cum all over my cock?” 

“you.” came a sigh of relief and max didn’t waste a single moment. he let go of his tight pull on her hair, his other hand still busy with her breast and started rubbing her, slowly and softly, but picking up his pace fast. 

amelia released a cry as she convulsed around him and her hands couldn’t hold her up anymore, collapsing on the pillow below her, legs shaking violently. max continued thrusting in her, finally giving way to feel his own much delayed orgasm building up and exploding a few seconds after amelia was laying beneath him, still moaning and trying to grind against him, ride out the last out of her orgasm along with his. 

“you feel so good around me, amelia.” max mumbled as soon as words came back to him, sensations too big and lasting for too long to allow any room for thought. “fuck…” he muttered as he was finally pulling out of her, and collapsing next to her on the bed. 

he rolled out the condom and tied it to prevent further mess before tossing it across the room with what little strength he had left. as soon as his hands were free, he opened his arms and he felt her warm body fit against his perfectly in an instant. 

“so, could i handle you?” 

“you did okay.” she gave him a warm smile, snuggling against his chest. she wore the warmest smile he’d ever seen on her face, which glowed dispite her ruined make up. or because of it. she wouldn’t give him anything more than an ‘okay’ and he knew it. but he could see it was more than just that. 

“i’ll take that as a compliment. you look pretty with your makeup all fucked up.” 

“proud of yourself?”

“very.” 

“you look hot, all sweaty and hair messed up.” 

“was that a genuine comliment?” 

“just stating a fact.”

“you think i’m hot.” he beamed. 

“no, i’m here because of your extensive knowledge on ancient rome’s plumbing system.” she laughed and he joined her in a most serene moment. 

“proud of yourself?” max repeated her question back to her, effectively blaming amelia for his current state.

“very.”

and then, silence. not an awkward one, in fact it was one of the most comfortable silences max could ever endure. but there was something, a question, that burned on his lips more than the feeling of hers against them, if that were possible. 

“want to spend the night?” 

“mmhmm.” was all he got before she snuggled in even closer, head against his chest while her hand toyed with his dirty blond hair. 

a smile laced max’s lips as he caressed her face, enjoying her content expression and flushed cheeks, the hint of a smile toying her mouth. 

he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, and stayed with her until warm sunbeams softly caressing his face through his curtains woke him up. amelia wasn’t there. in his arms, in his house. the only trace of her was her scent in his sheets. and that was okay. that was how it should have been. 

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[russellsppttemplates]

mick and y/n’s family pestering them about when they’re gonna get married, like her grandma asking “are you guys already planning the wedding?” lol

Note: I just know my grandma would be like this (in the impossible event I actually date someone)

You had known eachother since you were kids, so Mick had spent a few afternoons of his childhood with you in your grandmother's house whenever your parents or his parents were busy and you still wanted to hang out.

"Forgot to tell you, my grandma is joining us for dinner today", you smiled as you handed Mick the plates so he could set them at the table, "Oh, I'm glad she's feeling better", your boyfriend said, "she really wasn't her normal self when we visited her last week", you nodded, remembering the last visit you two had payed her where she felt a little bit off.

You were putting the food in the serving trays when you felt your boyfriend's arms circle your waist, "Careful, liebling, I don't want you to burn yourself", he whispered against your ear when he felt you jump, "not my fault, you were the one to come in here and sneak up on me", you giggled, finishing the task in hand and bringing it to the table, all whole your boyfriend still remained latched to you, "care to dance with me?", he offered as soon as he was able to take both your hands in his, "without music?", you chuckled, "we'll make it up as we go", he giggled as he spun you around, bringing you closer to his chest as he swayed you both, too busy with eachother to hear your parents' car pull up and your grandmother getting inside the house, "Y/N, dear, I knocked but you didn't answer, and when I noticed it wasn't locked I g- how cute are you two!", your grandmother gushed while you blushed, separating your body from Mick's and greeting her, "I'm so happy to see your back to feeling better!", you said.

Mick had just gotten everything out of the table to make room for the dessert you had asked your mother to make, your father serving everyone that asked for a small plate, "you really sure you don't want some, Mick?", he asked your boyfriend, "my trainer would not be happy if I had some, but thank you. I'm sure it's lovely and delicious as usual", he offered softly while still looking at your plate, "what about a little spoonful? You can take from my plate if you want", you offered your boyfriend, grabbing your spoon to give him some while everyone else seemed to be busy talking.

"So, when are you getting married? I'm not getting any younger and I'd like to be able to dance at my granddaughter's wedding", your grandmother said like it was the most normal thing, "where did that come from?", you wondered, "we all know you're getting married, that's just the way it is. I was just wondering when that would be, you know, what are your plans and all", she said as she took a bite from the sweet treat, "we don't know yet, but you'll be one of the first people to know", Mick smiled dashingly.

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Whenever your little cousins had a birthday party and Mick had time to join you, all of your family members made sure to gush about him, "He's such a gentleman, Y/N, I'm so happy for you", one of your aunties said, "look at how he is with the kids, if you don't marry him, I will!", your grandmother offered, making you giggle loudly until you were interrupted by your little cousin, "Y/N, come here!", she called for you, pulling the hem of your dress, "Do you want me to play with you?", you asked, "we are making a wedding for you and Mick!", she announced happily, your mother getting up too, "I'm in the front row!", she shrieked, "what? I'm not engaged yet, I don't even have a ring", you tried to reason with the 5 year old.

Shaking her head, you cousin rolled her yes playfully, "don't be silly, Y/N. Do you think we don't have one? We taught Mick how to make one with the napkin", she stated, "he was not very good at first, but if we're lucky, it will last for the whole ceremony!".

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

#mick schumacher blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb

[ghostfan3]

I said I wouldn't publish this short story but my friend convinced me to do it... It's all on you @negativerockstar (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

I hope that @skylertheminish forgive me for using characters of Ceru, Arma and Carer in my short story.

It's basically the short story to the picture I posted of Cassandra the Mismagius trying to adopt the smol knight.

"Galar, region know for it's league, tea, extensive history and many castles and ruins around the land. Willow was mostly interested in ruins aspect of the region since many ghost types made they home in them. She really wish she had time to study local ghost living in this ruins, but unfortunately this was not the reason for her current visit to the region. Local organisations specialized in pokémon rescue, call her asking for help with tough case of ghost type that proof to be too difficult for their staff. She made an appointment with a representative of the organisation to visit the following day to assess the situation and possibility of taking this pokémon under her care. At the moment she was doing her best to be ready just in case in this difficult sytuation, but with her trusted team she manage to get everything she may need. Warden the Dusknoir got all kinds of medicine and herbs they may need to calm the overwhelmed with sytuation ghost. Onyx and Jade, her knight fire brothers got all kinds of foods and ingredients to cook a delicious meal. Right now the only missing in action was Cassandra the Mismagius who was supposed to bring berries and sweets. Willow was walking around looking for her, hoping she just got disorientated in the crowd. Shade her trusted shiny Gengar, her ace and best friend try to calm her down as she started to panic a bit. Thankfully, she spotted a familiar witch pokémon among the crowd, only to notice her in company of particular kind of pokémon.

-" You must be joking..."- Willow quickly approached her Mismagius who was sharing bought berries and sweets with young pokémons. Shade was fallowing behind in Willow's shadow a knowing smile on his face.

-"Missss?"(Can we?)- Cassandra ask floating beside two small knights as Willow stop in front of the group and took deep breath.

-Oh for the love of Arceus... NO! You can't adopt them!- Willow said tiredly, after yet another attempt by Cass to adopt some baby pokémons. Worst part the little ones weren't even aware of what was going on.

Willow breath big sigh of relief when the trainer of the little ones was not that far away. He was kind young man that even have small laugh when white hair girl explained the sytuation to him. He even allowed himself to be invited to a afternoon meal at a nearby café as a apology for all the fuss. A ghost specialist bought both meal for a gentleman and little ones. She smile as small knight were playing with both Cassandra and Shade while she and their Carer have a pleasant small talk. She must have caught a lucky strike from Victini since the Carer of small knight work for organisation that call her. After explaining who she was, young man rember that someone mentioned to him that they call a specialist to help with recent ghost type case. Before soon conversation came to topick of little Ceruledge and Armarouge

-"Premature evolution you say...."- Willow look at little Ceru with sadness in her eyes. She wished it was a first time she heard of such think but unfortunately it wasn't. Her memory quickly moved to the little Froslass she took care after taking her from trainer who evolved only few hours old Snorunt, poor baby girl at lest she was doing better now. That at lest explained how such young Ceruledge could actually exist. Arma story wasn't better.

-"They doing better now, but there is still a long way to go"- said the Carer.- "Anyway you look a bit lost earlier, are you not familiar with city?"

-"Not particularly"- Admited Willow.-"Most of me time in Galar was usually spent in ruins and other wild areas, I'm not familiar with city layout accept for shops and pokémon centers locations."

-"If you like I could be your guide for now and give you a lift to organisation headquarters tomorrow"-Carer offered.

-"Oh? I would not want to cause problems..."

-"It's not a problem, beside Ceru and Arma seems to be already fond of your Pokémon, I'm sure they would like to play with them again."

White haired girl couldn't deny it. Cass already in her big auntie mod adopted small knights into their little family. Willow thank Carer for a offer and promised to repay him somehow. But before she could ask what she can do in return, she felt a tap on her leg. She looked down to noticed Ceru looking at her with her arms up. How she could not fulfil this adorable request? She pick small Ceru on her arms and was meet with happy chirps in return. Look like her pokémon got her into another big adventure with new friends again. Willow giggled as she couldn't argue this adventure definitely wouldn't be boring one."

#ghost type #trainer willow #pokemon #mismagius #gengar #dusknoir #armarouge #ceruledge #smol knights #skylertheminish

[safetycar-restart]

I have absolutely shitty day so this soft night is a blessing for me.

Do you have any thoughts on how to cheer up subs? Do they have any rituals that always cheer them up, or do you have to do a specific thing? Maybe sometimes you have to get them little thing like plushie and cuddle them and after that they're good. (Could you include Oscar here?)

- 🪸

Firstly, I'm so sorry you had a shitty day! I know you sent this in yesterday but I didnt get time to answer it then so I hope it's okay that I'm only getting to it now! This is such a cute question and I'm gonna write a little bit about a few subs (including Oscar) :))

OSCAR:

Honestly I think quality time is the way to go for Oscar? He isnt very receptive to little gifts, he likes them of course, but they don't instantly make his mood better.

However, finding out that you've set aside an entire evening just for him? That will make him giddy for the ENTIRE day. If he texts you and says he's had an awful day and you tell him that he can choose a movie and watch it between your thighs? His day has been made.

Scenes are wonderful too of course. But what Oscar really needs to feel better is to be reminded that his dom loves and cares for him, so much so that they would put aside time for him.

CHARLES:

Charles actually tends to get upset quite a bit? It's NEVER because of you though. He could never be upset because of his dom, his dom is the light of his life. But you're his safe space, which means he shows you his true emotions and honestly he's just a very sensitive little boy?

But that's okay because making him feel better is genuinely the easiest thing ever. A little gift, like a plushie or a little chocolate always makes him feel better. But honestly just a hug and a forehead kiss will have him smiling too?

He gets upset a lot, but all he needs is some kisses and snuggles from his dom and he's happy again.

MICK:

Mick is usually a very happy sub, and it takes a lot to get him upset enough that it seeps into his time with you. Because normally the moment he's alone with you, it's like all his stress just melts away and he can be your happy good boy.

But when he does get upset enough that he can't be happy with you, then the trick is just to look after him?

It's happened enough times that you have a whole routine. First he gets a nice bubble bath, you undress him and get into the bath with him to wash him. Sometimes you'll give him a soft hand job in the bath, sometimes not. You'll often give him a massage then, nothing sexual just to relax him. Then he gets to cuddle on the couch with you, his head on your chest while you play with his hair. Just some nice quiet time where you take care of everything.

LANDO:

To be honest, Lando is a bit of a little shit. When he's upset, everyone knows about it and it becomes everyone's problem. Yet you're the only one who can reset him (to the point where sometimes his trainer will call you, begging you to please fly over and work your magic on Lando so that he can stop being a bitch to everyone).

And what he needs is one of two things. Sometimes it's just to unwind with you, to cuddle with you and watch funny videos and be able to decompress. Others times, when he's got too much energy and can't calm down, then you have to scene with him and be HARSH. That's usually the state he's in when mclaren call you, begging you to please just reset him.

You absolutely wreck him and then put him back together. And then he's back to being a happy Lando.

PIERRE:

If Pierre is upset, what he really needs is a safe space to decompress, that's it. You're his safe person, his dom is the one person he can trust with absolutely everything, the one person he knows for a fact will always keep his secrets.

So honestly you just have to let him kneel for you and bitch about everything that's been going on? He lets it all out, and he holds nothing back. You just sit there, letting him get it all off his chest. Then he'll be happy again.

#sub!pierre #sub!oscar #sub!lando #sub!charles #sub!mick #ms #pg #op #ln #cl #nsfw. #gn!reader #soft soft vibes #🪸

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics with mirror sex! If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word.

Happy reading!

1) It Was(n't) A Mistake | Mature | 1861 words

Louis should be getting married to a pretty princess. But he finds himself a better company that is Harry Styles.

2) I Want To Ruin You | Explicit | 2045 words | Sequel

Louis Tomlinson is wearing pink spandex with a matching pink headband and fuzzy leg warmers when he meets his soulmate. And by meet he means spilling beer down the boy’s shirt.

3) Believe Me Yet? | Mature | 2377 words

Based on this idea from tumblr:

"IDEA

Louis knows he’s attractive. Mildly so, and can never agree with Harry when his boyfriend tells him how beautiful he is. So, in an effort to get him to believe it, HARRY FUCKS LOUIS IN FRONT OF A MIRROR SO HE CAN SEE HOW GORGEOUS HE LOOKS YEP"

4) After You My Lady | Explicit | 2737 words

"Harry, I’m getting this, but you can’t get ready at my house. I want to surprise you."

"Lou, like I care how you look."

Louis opened the door with a little pout on his face, “Ouch Hazza.”

Harry smiled, pulling him into a hug, “You know I’m kidding Lou, you’re going to look amazing tonight.”

Anyone looking at them right now would think the two were a couple. Louis fit in Harry’s arms perfectly and Harry was constantly tickling Louis, making him laugh and causing those crinkles by his eyes that he loved so much. Tonight was going to be a blast.

5) It's For Your Eyes Only, Living For You Solely | Explicit | 2909 words

Harry and Louis are both married, but not to each other. They still make it work.

6) My Darling, We're Both On The Wing | Explicit | 2933 words

He glances up and stares, a bit flabbergasted, as a tan, curvy, male flight attendant stands dutifully next to him, blue eyes wide and attentive, little hands folded professionally in front of him. Harry's eyes unabashedly rake up and down his body, taking in how the short sleeves of his white shirt are pleasantly tight around his biceps and how his pants seem to be straining around the width of his hips. His mouth goes a bit dry and when his eyes travel back up, the man's smirking.

7) Your Plans and Those Slow Hands | Explicit | 6374 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

AU based on that episode of Friends where Monica makes sex noises when she gets massaged. Harry and Louis meet at a coffee shop at the expense of Liam's embarrassment and Louis gets well and truly wooed by Harry's dating abilities.

8) Searching for a Sweet Surrender | Explicit | 7250 words

Louis stopped and started twice before finally saying, “Because I was being a brat.”

“Right. And do you deserve it?”

A moment’s hesitation. “Y-yes.”

“What was that, Louis?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Louis said clearer than before. “I deserve it.”

9) Shackles (I Just Want to Praise You) | Explicit | 7562 words

Louis is an extra for a low-budget gladiator movie. His day takes a turn when his shackles turn out to be more than just a film prop, and the production assistant turns out to be helpful in more ways than one.

10) Dancer, Dancer | Mature | 8740 words

From the time he was born, Louis Tomlinson was never allowed to live how he wanted. One night out changes everything for him.

11) Come A Little Closer | Explicit | 9867 words

Louis puts on lingerie. It's not, like, a thing.

12) Let Me Carry Your Weight | Explicit | 28633 words

Louis is fresh out of a bad relationship with someone who made him feel awful about how he looked. On his journey to better himself, he meets Harry - the ridiculously attractive and fit personal trainer.

13) The Prince Of Light | Explicit | 35735 words

Louis was found abandoned at a hospital at six months old and adopted by an older couple who raised him. Now twenty, he studies by night and by day works as a live-in au pair for a family with three little girls. One of the girls, Holly, swears there is a Garden Fairy coming and eating treats she leaves out in the cubby house each night.

When the family goes away for a two week holiday, Louis is secretly tasked with feeding the Fairy. While laying out the food one night he falls from the cubby house and is found by Harry. Harry is different and Louis is fascinated. But as Louis learns how different Harry really is, he discovers his own true home and a very surprising past he never knew.

Cue badgers, bananas and cookies, soulmates, a whole other world, and a future he’d never imagined.

14) The Way You Make Me Feel | Explicit | 47353 words

Liam convinces a reluctant Louis to join his Jazzercise class, as his instructor is holding a ‘come and try day’ in celebration of his birthday. Louis, the diva that he is, does not make it easy for Liam, but is surprised to find that there is a lot to be said about Jazzercise when he runs into a pink spandex clad Harry during their first class. This sparks Louis to initiate ‘Operation Manhunt’, a months long endeavor with the goal  to secure Harry as his future husband. Or at the very least, to get into Harry’s very, very tight pants. Even if Harry is oblivious to this small fact. Will Louis succeed in his mission? Or will he fall flat on his face?

15) Forgive The Urgency, But Hurry Up And Wait | Explicit | 53701 words

Note: This fic is the a sequel to this fic.

Louis' going to do better. He’s going to have all of the uncomfortable conversations and the relationship talks. He’s going to make himself be a good boyfriend.

And he’s got absolutely no idea where to start.

16) Warming Up to You | Explicit | 56227 words

“I feel you,” Harry nods along as he zips his bag open, carefully pulling out his fancy looking camera before pressing a button to turn it on. “I love taking pictures for a number of reasons, but I think the best part of the whole thing is that I’m able to go through my older pictures and have all these memories from those moments come back to me.”

He puts the camera against his eye and points at Louis, and before the shorter one can even react, he hears a ‘click’, and Harry’s smiling down at the screen of his camera.

“And I don't think I want to forget about the day I got stranded in a cabin with a pretty stranger,” he finishes off.

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[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Pokémon Reborn Screenshot Let's Play: Chapter 13

Hello again, readers! It is currently Spring Break for me, and though it’s not much of a break since I have a lot of schoolwork to take care of, it’s still enough for me to get progress done on this newest chapter a bit faster than I would have otherwise. It definitely helps when my health isn’t taking a strange, sudden downturn for seemingly no reason. Hopefully, my ability to make progress on these chapters will be even further improved in the future. Why is that? 

Well- recently, I figured out a better way to take these screenshots, one that…seems very common knowledge, and thus I am a fool for not knowing about it sooner, but we can’t go back in time to change anything, all I can do is tend to the future. Granted, I haven’t done this method yet, I don’t even know if it’ll work with Reborn or with my laptop- I don’t see why it wouldn’t, but with some of the bugs that have happened so far, who knows at this point. I’ll be testing it for my play session for Chapter 14 after this chapter is completed and posted, and if all goes well, that means progress should be much easier and faster from here on.

Until then, we still have this sequence to go through, and there’s still a Gym to challenge. But before we get into that, let’s go over what happened in the last chapter…though, admittedly, there really wasn’t a ton in terms of actual story stuff.

Xera visits the Onyx Arcade, finding many of the games are offline due to a mysterious system virus. She is also unable to play the other games because she lacks a Coin Case.

Xera’s Noibat is named Decibel and has always been named Decibel, most certainly.

Xera enters the Onyx Trainers’ School with the intention to challenge Florinia, but is stopped by Fern. Fern is insulted that Xera was chosen to help at Obsidia Park over him, believing her to be unworthy of the recognition she’s gotten or of challenging the Gym. 

Fern orders his underlings in the student body to not only activate several gates blocking Xera’s access to the Gym, but to just generally impede her progress by any means necessary by battling her.

Forced to take the long way around, Xera makes her way through the main body of the OTS. All the while, nearly half the students have been riled up by Fern, and Xera is forced to battle her way through them.

Xera encounters a young man in his dorm who is outraged after losing everything to the arcade system virus. In his frustration, he gives away his own Coin Case to Xera, which allows her to do some gambling at the Onyx Arcade.

With the coins she earned at the Arcade, Xera is able to get two Pokémon: Blizzard the Snover and Caldera the Slugma.

Using Caldera’s heat, Xera is able to hatch the Egg she received from the concerned Onyx Ward woman: a Remoraid that she names Bullet.

Eventually, Xera finds herself in front of a gate that won’t open, even when she interacts with the switch. Then, someone new arrives- his name is Hardy, and he’s not only a Gym Leader as well as a technical OTS student, but he also has disdain towards Fern, and thus is more than willing to help Xera get past the gate. 

So anyways, that’s where we’re at. With this, we should be done with this whole second Gym arc, capped off with a climactic battle against Florinia, which I am only a little concerned about! After all, I was able to beat Julia on my first try, I’d like to at least try to maintain that with Florinia. How well will this go? We’ll just have to see!

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#pokemon reborn #pokemon reborn spoilers #pokemon fan game #pokemon reborn screenshot let's play

[alumort]

AO3

my first oc x canon commission hehe :333 hope u enjoy!

His arms were firm yet careful, holding a small bundle on them, his gaze softening a bit upon seeing what was underneath the cloth– his baby, his precious Frederic, looking at him with his curious little eyes.

Aquilo felt pride as he observed his son, so calm and so small in his hands, so… fragile. His heart was content with how fate had brought Ingo and him together, yet there was an odd sensation on the back of his mind– a mix of worry and anxiety, or so he thought, though there was an empty kind of sadness sometimes replacing that strange combination of feelings. 

It had been bothering him ever since his child had been born, like an ocean's waves– unpredictable yet deep, covering his body from his knees and sometimes getting as far as covering his throat. 

He… he shouldn't be sad, though. His life was nice in the Pearl Clan, accompanied by his other half and their baby, sometimes even with Akari whenever she had some time to go and chat, which she took advantage of to go meet the new member of their family. Everything was fine! Yet Aquilo couldn't help but worry about life, about Frederic, and… God, he was so small and fragile; any wrong movement could be bad for him.

What if he accidentally harmed his little boy? Aquilo's hands suddenly felt slippery, and soon he passed his baby to his husband, whose typical serious expression was now softer than usual. Esperanza, his Togekiss, took advantage of the lack of baby on her trainer's hands to gently rub her face on them, an attempt at comforting his worries before they took a worse turn.

Ingo realized something was up, even though Akari hadn't noticed, using one of her fingers to play with Frederic while a huge grin decorated her face– Aquilo felt a warm hand placing itself on his shoulder, firm yet gentle, and his gaze met his husband's for a moment.

Sometimes, they didn't need any kind of words to communicate, not after so much time spent together.

“Love, you seem stressed. Would you like to go to another destination for a while, to let off some steam?” his partner mumbled, loud enough for only him to hear. 

Ingo tended to talk with unusual terms in Hisui, and Aquilo always had fun just by trying to figure it out– it was easier after finding a book about trains during his travels to the Kalos region, which made the other man feel a neverending joy. He kept reading it over and over, and his excitement for those new machines was adorable, honestly.

“Oh! I could watch over Frederic for you, if you need me to,” Akari offered with a smile, yet there was some doubt deep inside of Aquilo's heart.

Frederic was his child, his (and Ingo's) responsibility. He couldn't just… force someone else to take care of him, just like that.

“I… I'm not sure,” was all he said, looking at the ground as he spoke. Aquilo did feel exhausted after taking care of his baby, but still he didn't want to have him far from himself.

Ingo's usually neutral expression softened at the sight, and he spoke up again, holding Aquilo's hands even when his Togekiss chirped in complaint.

“Aquilo… It's okay to take a break, that's what you always tell me, remember? Nobody can continue without any kind of stop through your route,” his husband exclaimed, drawing soothing circles on Aquilo's hands with his thumbs, trying to help him feel a bit better without many words. “We could go to the hot springs, if you'd like. Your body is really tense.”

That was true. He had been stressed with the baby, adapting to having settled down with Ingo on Pearl Clan. It was still strange for him to stay in one place for longer than a couple of months, having wandered around the world for years after finding himself in unknown land. His life had changed a lot– for the better, of course, but Aquilo still had to get used to that new pace.

“Alright. But only for a little bit,” he agreed after a short silence, not too sure of his words yet knowing well his body needed some rest.

And so their small trip began, with Ingo quietly holding his husband's hand as they began walking through snow.

Esperanza returned to her pokeball on her own, feeling that her training was starting to feel better– plus, Aquilo would’ve needed her to be away to enter the hot springs without worries, walking by his partner’s side through the snowy paths of the Alabaster Icelands, knowing the way like the palm of their hands after so long.

Words weren't needed between the two, and that was okay most of the time; Aquilo didn't mind Ingo's silence, knowing it sometimes was just his personality whenever they weren't training their Pokemon together, but that day his mind wanted to play tricks on him. His chest hurt, somehow, and his lips trembled no matter how used to the cold his body was.

“What's in your mind, love?”

Ingo's voice was soft, tender– he knew something was up, yet he was giving Aquilo a chance to speak or remain silent if that was his wish. Always giving him an option, respecting whatever he wanted to do.

That was one of the many reasons he had fallen in love with him, although it hadn't started well in the beginning– Aquilo was a bit overbearing, and Ingo had been a bit suspicious when they had met. But with time, Ingo realized that he didn't mean any harm at all; it was just how Aquilo was, no ill intent behind.

Ingo had started to allow him to stay by his side on Mount Coronet or the Pearl Settlement from time to time, softening up to him… and well, they began wearing matching rings after a while. Aquilo still couldn't believe that such a good man had decided to date him– to marry him. And to start a family by his side! It felt like a dream that would end at any time, and he was afraid, to say the least.

He could trust his husband with his pains– the problem was finding the words to express himself, still having trouble with saying what was in his heart outside of merchant business.

“I… There's a lot going on, mi cielo. I don't even know where to start,” Aquilo admitted, letting out a shaky sigh that was visible due to the low temperatures. His lips trembled again. “It's just… I still feel out of place in the Clan. I know I'm welcome there! Yet…”

He didn't need to finish his sentence, knowing well his husband would understand.

“You feel like a foreigner still,” Ingo added as he looked away, making sure their steps were firm on the treacherous snowy ground, not wanting either of them to get hurt by accident. “I know what you mean. When the Pearl Clan kindly took me in after losing all my memories, I felt the same way– sometimes, I still do. It's normal to feel this way.”

His heart kept hurting deep, deep inside, even though his partner was trying to cheer him up. Of course Aquilo knew about his situation as a foreigner on Hisui, they had spoken countless times about the few things they could remember about their faded pasts, yet to know that Ingo still felt strange in his home… would that sensation ever leave their souls, now that their child had been born? Aquilo had begun to miss Frederic, even if he was exhausted from his quite recent birth and sleepless nights.

Anxiety was horrible to him, and doubt consumed his brain– they arrived at the hot springs in no time, and they began taking their clothes to relax in the warm water, yet Aquilo still had an uneasy feeling in the depths of his soul.

The contrast between the warmth of the water and the gelid snow sent shivers through his back, and Ingo let out a soft chuckle at his surprised expression– in return, Aquilo splashed some water on his husband while giggling, knowing well he wouldn't be bothered in the slightest. He didn't mind it and just relaxed on his spot, submerging his body until only his shoulders and head were out on the surface, a content hum escaping from his lips.

Without making any sound at all, Aquilo approached his partner, who had closed his eyes due to how much he was enjoying the hot spring– and then, he stole a quick kiss from his lips, which was returned in a heartbeat.

A shy smile appeared on Ingo's face; no matter how much time they had been together, he would always be a bit surprised with their loving gestures. It was adorable.

Without saying anything at all, Ingo wrapped him with his arms, always making sure to not press his chest too strongly by accident. Aquilo returned the embrace with a soft smile, content and although he was still feeling some doubt, his soul had been soothed even if only slightly.

Ingo was right– he had needed to take a break, feeling energized once again.

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