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nxuvillette · 6 months

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“LET’S KEEP THIS HUSH, HUSH.”

CEO SECRET RELATIONSHIP W/ TR MEN

synopsis: messing with the ceo of your rivaling company didn’t seem that hard to let go of.. or did it?

❥- including : ran haitani, sanzu haruchiyo, rindou haitani

❥- note : trying this again! praying it actually works 😭 reblogs are appreciated!!

content warnings: nsfw [17+], fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, ceo!reader, bonten timeline, all men are ceo’s, mentions of harassment (sanzu), praising, use of pet names (baby , angel , princess), slight breeding kink (ran + rindou), creampie (all), some possessive behavior, mentions of pregnancy (rindou).

♡ RAN HAITANI

you never expected to fall for someone like ran haitani.

he was cunning, attractive, and quite a clever man. he also ran one of the best businesses in all of Roppongi. he attracted all kinds of women by just doing simply nothing, so when he saw you at a club, you didn’t think it would be anything more than a quickie in the bathroom.

that quickie turned into dates, hookups at his apartment, and him taking you out more than you had anticipated.

however, all of that changed when you discovered that ran just wasn’t a ceo for some random company, but it was the same company that rivaled yours. your father had some previous ties to the business and he seemed to have forgotten to mention it to you when you took hold of the reins. you were now worried. as a ceo of your own company, you placed yourself at risk for possibly sabotaging things that your father had worked so hard to create.

but, you just couldn’t help yourself.

your face was smooshed into the leather of ran’s expensive couch. his fingertips danced along your spine while his cock lazily dragged inside of your walls. you had told yourself you weren’t going to see him tonight. you wanted to ignore his text messages, but there was something about his presence that drew you in. he was addictive.

“you’re taking me so well, angel..” he squeezed the plush of your ass, savoring how soft your skin was.

your eyes rolled back from how well ran was fucking you. there was just something about how he did it that made you light on fire. it’s what made you come crawling back to him every single time. “a-ah! ran! yes, right there!” you mewled when the tip kissed that spongy spot inside you, sending waves of pleasure over you.

the older haitani loved how pretty you sounded right now. he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. you were too damn perfect to ever pass up. he didn’t give a single shit if you two were meant to be “rivals.” how was someone like him supposed to never see someone like you? you were one of the only women he genuinely saw himself being comfortable with. he didn’t want to be a secret, but for you, he’d do absolutely anything.

his grip on your hips tightened and his pace suddenly became quicker than it had originally begun. “ran! fuck, fuck, cum inside me!” you cried, turning your head just a little so you could see his handsome face.

he couldn’t stop the smirk he wore from writing itself on his face. god, he had been wanting to do that for so damn long. “ah..? okay, baby, i’ll make sure you’re nice and full when i’m done..” he cooed, pushing you further into the couch.

skin slapped against each other as ran’s pace was practically animalistic. he groaned deeply when he finally met his release. spurts of his cum made its way into your cunt, making you shiver from how it felt. that had been the first time he had ever came inside you, and you honestly craved it a lot. it was so amazing.

he pulled out of you, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “i’ll gladly be your secret, baby, but nobody better touch you other than me..”

♡ SANZU HARUCHIYO

you met sanzu in an odd way one evening. you were on the way home from your long and tiring work day when some random guy kept egging you on. he kept making comments towards you and practically begging for you to give him any ounce of attention.

well, the guy didn’t end up leaving you alone, and he ended up trailing after you in a pretty shitty part of town. you couldn’t lie that you weren’t scared. the sun had already set and that guy was hot on your tail. you could try calling the police but you knew full well that they wouldn’t get there in time to help you, so you tried your best to rush out of there and lose the guy.

unfortunately, he caught up to you and ended up yanking on your arm. you let out a scream and shoved him away from you, but he was quite strong. you thought you were about to be robbed or even worse, but that all immediately fizzled out when someone had intervened. a man with bubblegum pink hair had the guy shoved on the ground. he kicked and beat the shit out of the guy, leaving him completely scared and helpless on the dirty floor.

sanzu had tended to you the moment he saw your frightened expression. he brought you to the police station and you reported the man who had been following you. you thought that would be the last time you’d ever see him, but that wasn’t the case.

you saw him more often than you should have. you two started a connection with each other and began to go out to bars or even little dates. you tried to tell yourself it was just platonic, but you disliked how your heart would often skip a beat whenever you saw his name light up on your phone. the only issue was that sanzu was the head of a huge company in Tokyo. he rivaled you, and seeing him could cause issues within your business. however, you just couldn’t stay away.

that’s how you ended up in your own office with sanzu hovering above you. his cock bullied your walls, making it difficult for you to keep quiet. “mmm.. sanzu! oh, god..” you moaned, looking at him through your eyelashes.

a smile stretched across his scarred lips. he knew from the beginning that you were his rival. he had seen you before, but he could care less. you were a beautiful woman and he couldn’t lie that you made him happy. “keep sayin’ it, baby, scream out my fuckin’ name so everyone in this building knows who’s making you feel good..” he then began to play with your swollen clit, increasing the pleasure.

you practically screamed his name when you finally came all over his cock. he thought it was so cute seeing you becoming such a mess for him. “s-sanzu! sanzu!” you whined, trembling within his hands from your orgasm.

your desk began to creak from the movements and the weight you both were putting on it. sanzu’s pace was rough and fast. you could hardly keep up with him. his cock was twitching and within seconds he felt himself let go inside of you. he loved how warm your pussy felt around him. he just couldn’t help himself.

he kissed you sloppily, biting on your lower lip. “don’t think we’re much of a secret now, are we..?”

♡ RINDOU HAITANI

rindou haitani was quite the charmer. he didn’t have the best luck with women, but when he did, he treated them like angels. that was no different when he met you at one of the clubs he DJ at.

he drew you in almost instantly. his expensive cologne, lavender hair, a smile that could make any girl drop her panties. you knew hooking up with him that night would be good, and you thought it would be just a simple one night stand. most men your age never really stuck around after one sex filled evening, so you placed your expectations below what they usually were.

though, it shocked you when rindou continued to message you, even after your hookup.

although you were a little unsure of his intentions, you decided to keep seeing him. he took you out on nice dates, and he had even went as far as buying you a few nice gifts from expensive stores. it wasn’t until your assistant pointed out who rindou actually was that you realized how wrong it looked to be seeing someone like him. rindou ran a company that rivaled yours. it shocked you that you hadn’t noticed far sooner, but you just couldn’t stay away from him.

you repeated to yourself over and over that you wouldn’t fuck him again. you shouldn’t be doing it at all.

but, your body had betrayed you and that desire for him lit like a candle in the dark.

rindou had your legs around his waist. his thrusts were deep and fast, making you cry out in pleasure every single time he reached those great spots inside you. he had you just where he wanted you. “rindou..! fuck, it feels so good..!” you threw your head back onto the pillow behind you.

“heh, you enjoying yourself? you’re so fucking beautiful..” he groaned, leaning down to nibble at your neck.

you gasped when rindou bit down on that sweet spot on your neck. he sucked on it hard enough that there would for sure be a mark afterwards. it’s like he was begging for you two to be caught by others. that thought alone didn’t seem to bother rindou. if anything, he wanted people to know what you two were doing with each other.

you clawed at his back when you felt your orgasm hit you harder than a truck. rindou couldn’t help but grunt when your pussy clamped around his cock so perfectly. fuck, it’s like you were made for him. “so good for me, baby, so fuckin’ good..” he quickened his thrusts, inching him closer to his high. “want me to cum in you..? make this pretty pussy all mine?”

“y-yes! yes, please, rindou!” you cried, nodding your head.

he held your thighs tightly, fucking the absolute shit out of your cunt. you were so fucking great. he never found someone like you. he didn’t care what your statuses might be. all he wanted was you.

rindou groaned one last time then he reached his climax. he had completely let go inside of you. thick cum filled your womb, leaving a huge mess inside. you took it all so well. he didn’t want to leave your snug walls. “wanna go again..? maybe i can give you a baby while i’m at it..” he smirked.

#·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ official work !#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #ran x reader #sanzu x reader #rindou x reader #rindou smut #ran smut #sanzu smut #ran haitani smut #sanzu haruchiyo smut #rindou haitani smut

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nexa00x · 2 months

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TR Characters Who Would Betray You, Even If They Don't Seem It Like It

• Emma- Canonically she almost betrayed Draken by trying to make him jealous. But I would let it go, after all she was neglected, and in a desperate attempt she almost betrayed him. Take good care of her and you will have a faithful Emma.

• Ran- He would cheat on you with half the world, in adolescence and in adulthood. In adult life his betrayals would double, he would cheat on you with secretaries, and strippers. He is charismatic, and canonically confirmed by the character book, he likes to appear charismatic. His charisma would obviously win over hundreds of thousands of girls, so yes, he had cheated on you and would still mock you if he was found out.

• Sanzu- If he wasn't madly obsessed with you, he would cheat on you. He's loyal to Mikey, not you. Depending on who you are, you may or may not leave this list (is in second place for worst boyfriend).

• Takemichi- I don't even need to say anything, right?!

• Shinichiro- According to tests, ugly people (in his universe he is ugly, then) are more likely to cheat, as they never know when they will have another opportunity. Since he and Takemichi are similar, and Takemichi never hesitated to betray Hina, I think Shinichiro would be like that too. If you went a certain amount of time without revealing your 🌸 to him, he would obviously be persuaded by his friends to go to a cabaret. Wakasa would be the first to accept.

• Wakasa- Carefree, lives in bars and cabarets. After finding a girlfriend, he would try to jump the fence at least once. He certainly wouldn't mind too much if you found out. He would make some jokes and mockery, but I feel like deep down he would care. But I question myself a little, mainly because in the character's book he is the 2nd character who needs a companion.

• Hanma- He would never date, he jumped from relationship to relationship because he found them boring. If you think he would get attached to a person who is kind, careful, calm and blah, blah, blah... You are wrong. He would easily get bored with people like that and quickly betray them. He would be too lazy to finish and let you do it. Now, he would fall 100% madly in love with a crazy and energetic person, a Machiavellian person. I see him getting along well with characters like Hutao, Yae Miko from Genshin Impact, Nanno from The Girl Outside, Sparkle from Honkai Star Rail, Dazai Osamu and others. But even around people like that, people who would cure his boredom, he would betray them.

• Takeomi- He would betray you, blame you or come up with a really bad excuse. He would regret it and be on your case trying to get your forgiveness, but that's only if he really liked you.

• Taiju- I won't say much about him, he may or may not betray you in the final timeline. But in the bad timeline, he would definitely cheat on you. He would be super possessive, he would hit you if anything was wrong... basically you would live the life of Hakkai and Yuzuha, but worse, and if he were obsessed with you it would literally be worse than hell.

• Manjiro- I already talked about him

• Izana- He would betray you for stupid reasons like jealousy or he would just betray you... And if you did the same he would definitely be beating you or even killing you. If he was obsessed with you or had a great implicit emotional dependence (his feelings are very implicit) he would punish you and lock you up. But he would cheat on you easily, and he is also in 1st place in the character book as worst boyfriend. he was a terrible brother, a terrible friend and my god... The jealousy he felt for Shinichiro for something simple, imagine dating like seriously!

• Kazutora- He's on the list of worst boyfriends too, he would neglect you and treat you like his friend more than a boyfriend. Furthermore, he would have meltdowns and anxiety attacks and blame his betrayals on Mikey (kidding) you. yes, he would blame you for everything and yes...it would be a toxic relationship.

• Smiley(Nahoya): in last place on the worst list; He is literally the opposite of what he appears to be, if he appears to be good, he is bad. in last place on the list of worst boyfriends, not to mention the information we received in the manga that he wanted to have straight hair and hid his liking for anime just to be popular. so just like takemichi who is an angel next to this devil didn't hesitate to cheat on his girlfriend obviously to Nahoya, any opportunity wouldn't be thrown away by him. He would probably laugh in your face, but if he really cared his smile would disappear and he would try to apologize, but since he doesn't do that very often he would end up messing up.

• Shion- I don't need to say anything again, never that this being would be loving, romantic, or affectionate. He would betray you straight through. I imagine him picking up a girl in front of you, and if you were to fight him, he would just insult you and belittle you. He's a son of a bitch. (By the way, I'm thinking about drawing him trying to be romantic, what do you think?)

I based it on canonical information from the character book and the manga itself. I would have included anime scenes that matched their reaction or panels from the manga that proved my theses but I got a headache browsing for so long, so I'm sorry. I also put some of my intuition here.

#shuji hanma #haitani ran #kazutora hanemiya #tokrev x reader #manjiro sano #izana kurokawa #wakasa imaushi #yandere izana x reader #shion madarame #shinichiro sano #taiju shiba #takeomi akashi #nahoya kawata #hanagaki takemichi #emma sano #haruchiyo sanzu

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anisespice · 8 months

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“ BABY MOVE YOUR HIPS, DON’T BREAK IT ”

synopsis: they can’t handle how your hips move the way they do.

pairing: various x fem!reader

warnings: mature language, MDI. descriptions of sex, use of vulgar words (cunt, slut), biting, hair-pulling, mentions of alcohol, public sex/exhibitionism, and i think that’s it - feel free to let me know if I’ve missed anything!

notes: wheee some smut for your timeline - hope you enjoy! <333

“Shake it from your waist down.”

Getting to watch his resolve crumble with every nasty swirl of your hips was hands down your favorite part about riding him. No matter how badly the ache in your thighs begged you to take a break, it’d be drowned out by the sound of him begging you not to, even though minutes ago he was so adamant on finishing his game.

If you even slowed down for a moment, he’d buck up into you desperately, pawing at your supple thighs for more of your tricks. Controller long discarded on the floor, game reduced to mere background noise, a teasing grin adorned your face at the complete delirious and love-struck expression on his, borderline entranced without anything else in that empty head but the feeling your snug walls, sucking him in so deep it made his toes curl.

“jesus—fuck.. jus’ like that..j-jus’ like that baby, shit.. use me, c’mon, fuckin’ use me!”

His mouth hung open long enough for drool to slip out the sides, moaning like a bitch when you switched up the rhythm on him out of nowhere that sent those watery, unfocused eyes to the back of his skull. His arms wrapped tightly around your middle like a lifeline, legs spreading wider to force him deeper into your gushy cunt as he buried his face in your neck, biting down on the sensitive spot to control his pathetic whines. You hissed, eyes fluttering but grabbed a fistful of his hair in retaliation, yanking him back. He keened, dick doing somersaults in your guts from both the sting and the searing look in your eyes.

You scoffed. “Don’t remember.. giving you—uhnshit!…g-giving you permission to hide your pretty sounds from me, slut..”

Ineligible apologies flowed out of him, as did the tears down his face from the intense feeling, bits of your name in the mix of it somewhere. It’s not until you ascended off his dick painstakingly slow before stilling at the tip to pulse around the sensitive head, nearly making him sob, then slamming back down does he let you hear it all.

Especially when you repeat the motion again and again and again.

“Oh, f-fuck! Fuckfuckfuck,wait..wait baby, g-gonna—hah!”

Without much choice he came prematurely, thick, hot cum filling you so deep you could’ve sworn you tasted it in the back of your throat. You cooed at him, racking your fingers through his hair as you fought back your own moans as he rode out his orgasm with strong, quick thrusts that would certainly have you walking funny later, milking him dry for all that he’s worth until he got worked up again for another round.

It was always a gamble with you in this position, never knowing how long he’d last; hips too lethal.

(tr) takemichi, kazutora, chifuyu, ANGRY, HAKKAI (hq) nishinoya, atsumu, BOKUTO, kenma<3, tendo, MAKI (mha) deku, shinso, DENKI KAMINARI, kirishima (for sure bites)

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“Margarita got a bitch on ten.”

Should’ve known better than to leave you alone for this long.

With the liquor flowing through your veins, club lights painting the room crimson, and the beat of a song you frequently fuck to blaring through the speakers, it’s no wonder when he laid eyes on you again that you’d already be grinding up on someone else, shooting him a sly look as if it wasn’t his attention you were vying for in the first place. And he had about five seconds before you used this sorry loser to sedate your insatiable appetite, one he’s been ignoring since arrival in favor of his work.

He’d kill everyone in the vicinity before letting that happen.

Barely got off the dance floor before you pulled him to a stop, pressing up against his chest with a leg teasing up his thigh as you gestured to the vip area. It was secluded, but still open for onlookers to walk by and see everything going on behind the velvet rope. He raised a brow in question, you merely wearing that look he knew all too well. Leaning up to whisper in his ear, nothing could’ve prepared him for what you proposed he do to you.

“Let’s do it on the couch over there. Wan’ everyone to see how good you take it when I ride you, pretty boy…”

Maybe it was the tequila that made you request something so bold. But, who was he to deny such a tantalizing offer?

His arms rested behind the couch, granting you majority of control to set the pace, and god were you doing a fantastic job of that. It sent his brain into a fog, hooded eyes watching your every move from your heaving breasts, all the way down to where you connected, gaze intently focused on the white ring forming around the base. He groaned at the sinful visual, abdomen clenching with every drag of your sweet pussy, occasionally leaning forward to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss that was all tongue.

The audience you’ve accumulated were fascinated, appalled even; but they couldn’t look away. Others did their best to ignore it, but as things progressed, the two of you growing more shameless, it was hard not to tune in after a while. Eventually, it turned into a group effort, some club-goers cheering the two of you on while others threw money, requesting tricks for you to do while on his dick—A spin, riding it reverse style, spelling a long word with your hips with them chanting out the letters, edging him in the process and leaving him looking like a complete mess in front of all his patrons.

Until, he inevitably loses composure, and fucking you hard on the table covered in Benjamins—A whole performance.

God bless Margaritas.

(tr) mikey, IZANA, sanzu, shion, BAJI, smiley :)) (hq) kyotani, iwa<3, terushima, mattsun (mha) shigaraki, dabi, hawks!!!, sero, shindo

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eetherealgoddess · 14 days

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hellooo, welcome backkk!!! I FUCKING MISSED YOU LIKE SOOO MUCHHHHH. Girl, I thought you left tumblr because honestly the majority of the best writers I also know left:( You're my fav writer so I was really sad AND GIRL WHEN I SAW!! WHEN I SAW THAT YOU WERE ACTIVE 3 HOURS AGO??? MAN I CREAMED. I CAME. I ORGASMED-

I also have a request!! Do you write incest? It includes it, but ofc if you're uncomfortable with it you can ignore mee~ it can be stepcest or ykkk anything you're comfortable with!! the story goes with mikey's cute little sister that's rebellious (both him and the reader ain't in good terms ever since the whole bonten happened)emo mikey finally snapped and decided to punish her when she did something VEEERRYYY unforgivable. He and his men (bonten) brutally like bruuutallly punished her. it can be smut or anything you want. whatever it is I'LL EAT IT UP MHMMMM SCRUM DILLY YUM YUM MY PUR PUR POOKIE WOOKIEEEEEEE

I appreciate the love and support!! ts had me dying LMAO

i do not write biologically related incest nor half siblings but i’m fine with writing stepcest (depending on the plot) and like a foster or adoption situation (all 18+)

i kinda sort of followed the timeline so there might be scenes that are not accurate to the manga/anime, tho i did it that way to fit it in better with the plot so the scenes aren’t as long <3

ALSOOOO!!! i could’ve made this waayyy more brutal but when i was imagining different scenarios i literally made myself sick 💀💀💀

ꨄRebelꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Bonten Au

❦Was it worth it?❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

(Mostly Mikey, Kazu, and Sanzu x Reader but read to catch the vibes :)

❣︎All of Bonten are included in this story except Mochi❣︎

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR & AO3 UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Rebel

You were never one to follow rules blindly. You always questioned what you were told no matter who fed the information. How could you not when you spend most of your childhood shipped from family to family like a worn out package that's been sent to the wrong destination repeatedly? It wasn’t until you aged eight years that you were finally adopted by a man who asked you to call him ‘Grandpa Sano.’

You were unprepared for the generosity you received from the Sanos, having been in situations where your foster family wanted nothing to do with you. Your negative experiences caused you to form a barrier, an outer shell that shields you from the vulnerability your brain wanted to protect you from. You were cautious, unknown as to why you were chosen. When you first arrived, you were greeted by the oldest sibling, Shinichiro. He was kind, sort of silly as he displayed his quirkiness whenever you would spend quality time together after you had grown to see him as a proper big brother.

Emma beamed when she saw you, excited that another girl would finally be around to become her companion in a house full of boys. When you were comfortable, you gained a sense of sisterhood you never thought you’d have the privilege to experience. The last Sano you had met was none other than Sano Manjiro, otherwise known as Mikey. The first contact was interesting as you both gave blank expressions to one another. After growing alongside the boy, you could tell the kid had a sense of cockiness, though rightfully so as you learn about his incredible strength.

Watching Mikey and Baji fight when they would practice their skills made you want to become as strong as them. You would observe their moves every chance you got, failing in your attempts until you would eventually succeed, resulting in you declaring a battle against Mikey. The boy gazed at your stern appearance before releasing a light hearted laugh. You didn’t dislike him, in fact you both grew closer as time went on. If anything, you were inspired by him, even if you came off as a bratty little sister who wanted to follow him around with all his friends.

Even at a young age you could tell that he would grow to be a good person. You felt safe in his presence, knowing that he counted you as family. Knowing that he grew to love you as well as you to the Sano family. You knew that Mikey would never hurt anyone, his soul radiating a warmth you have never seen before. That is, until the day came where all you heard was Baji’s begging for Mikey to stop as you watch in horror, the blood seeping from the corners of another one of his childhood friends, Haruchiyo’s mouth.

Your hands trembled as you eye the onyx orbs that bore into the boy on his knees, a cold expression laced with nothing but a shadow of darkness. Your own eyebrows were furrowed as tears streamed down your face while you switched gazes between the two boys.

“M-Mikey…” You whispered, listening to Senju as she cried in the background. He either didn’t hear you or ignored you. Whichever was the case didn’t matter as you heard him finally speak.

“Smile, Haruchiyo.”

His voice was deep, almost as if it wasn’t his own. You covered your own mouth as Haru began laughing hysterically as his tears mixed with the blood. You knew at that moment that something had switched. You didn’t know what exactly the change was, but you knew that absolutely nothing would feel the same.

Time passed as you all hit your pre - teen years and Mikey had formed his own gang, Toman. It was early in the making though you thought it was the coolest thing. You had let go of the negative image your mind had formed when the incident with Haruchiyo happened after Mikey had given a heartfelt apology to everyone, including the boy in the hospital bed. When you visited Haruchiyo, the young boy had confirmed his forgiveness and encouraged you to give Mikey some leeway. He was once again your inspiration as you reasoned with yourself that he just had a ‘moment.’

Everything was going normally for a while, Shinichiro teaching you how to ride a motorbike as well as Mikey allowing you to hang out with him and his friends occasionally. Kazutora and Baji pulled you along to search for a gift considering Mikey’s birthday is coming up. Having had a small crush on Kazutora for a while, you followed them, sitting behind the tiger tattooed boy with your arms wrapped around his waist.

It wasn’t until the mischievous delinquent explained his plan, in which you and Baji reacted with hesitation. He waved off your worries and claimed that the best way to obtain Mikey’s gift would be to steal from the store that holds his most ideal bike. When you arrived, you couldn’t shake the familiarity. It’s as if you have seen this place before but you don’t remember stepping foot into a bike shop ever in your life. As you stand to the side while Baji tries to move the bike, a presence causes you both to look up.

“Who’s shop do you think you’re breaking into…?”

“Y/n?” Your eyes widen at Shinichiro as the realization hits you.

Although you’ve lived with the Sanos for a few years now, you’ve never once stepped foot into Shinichiro’s bike shop. You’ve only come across pictures which is why there is familiarity. It completely slipped your mind that Shinichiro owns a place that just so happened to be this one.

“Shini… I…” He turned his head to meet his orbs with Baji’s.

“You look familiar, are you Keisuke?” Baji stutters as he attempts to respond. Just as he said his name, you both gasp as you watch Kazutora come from behind with a large tool, raising his arms before slamming them down. A resounding crack echoed througout the room as the weapon made contact with Shinichiro’s head.

Your breath hitched as you watched his body fall to the ground, landing with a thud. The same trembling you felt from your hands when you watched Mikey tear Haruchiyo’s face appeared as you stared down at Shinichiro’s lifeless body, the blood seeping under his head as it stained the floor. Baji drops to his knees as he hovers above the corpse, explaining to Kazutora who the victim was. The golden eyed boy could only respond by hyperventilating.

“What do we do? What do we do?” Baji croaks out, hand meeting his forehead as Kazutora’s fingers reach his own mouth, biting them as he stares in place with wide eyes.

“I didn’t do it… I didn’t kill him.” His voice trembled. You watch in fear as you eye the hysterical boys, falling to your own knees before sitting on the floor, arms wrapped around your knees as you whimper before the tears stream freely. Your bottom lip quivers as you gaze at your oldest brother’s form. You couldn’t help but take part of the blame considering you are a witness that could’ve done something to stop this madness before it occurred.

You listen to Kazutora’s ramblings as Baji attempts to call an ambulance. It was horrific to see them so distressed, a feeling of impending doom coming on as you realize there’s no coming back from this. Your mind ran through different scenarios on what would happen once the Sano family found out about everything.

“Let’s get outta here!” Baji says to you both though you couldn’t move, watching as Kazutora seems to lose his mind by the second.

“It’s all… Mikey’s fault.” Your eyes widen as you gaze at him with concern. “I need to kill Mikey.” He claimed with a distorted smile, tears threatening to fall. You could only stare in disbelief as the cops were heard outside the building.

When you all walked out, everyone except you binded, a head of blonde hair appeared in front of you with a surprised expression.

You watched as Mikey questioned Baji, in which he cried out an apology as Kazutora chants “Kill… kill…”

You were there for it all. You were there when Kazutora spent two years in juvenile, only to come back with a vengeance. You were there when Kisaki became involved as well as this random Takemichi kid who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. You were there for Valhalla's battle, witnessing Baji’s death as you held his head on your lap before Kazutora was arrested once more. You were there for the Christmas battle. You were there for the Tenjiku battle and you were there when Mikey disbanded Toman before he disappeared, followed by a few other people you had met.

There was even a time in your early adulthood when you went to visit Kazutora in jail only to find out he had been released a few years earlier than the ten years he was sentenced, seeming to have disappeared along with Sanzu and Mikey. For a while you blame yourself for not keeping in touch when everyone was initially ghosted by your brother. You wanted to give him the space you knew he needed considering he hadn’t been the same since you had first met.

Finally exhausted with your passive ways you decided to seek him out, figuring that you might be able to track the other members that disappeared as well. Although you kept in touch with Emma, Draken, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, and etc., you couldn’t ignore the yearning you felt to find your brother and friends. You missed them dearly. Unfortunately, nobody seemed to have known anything until you repeatedly bothered the dragon tattooed man to tell you the truth about Mikey’s whereabouts.

“Now that I’ve told you, forget about Mikey. Forget about the rest of em. It’s too dangerous, Y/n.”

Knowing that Draken is right, you listen. For a while you stopped your search and continued to live your life, working a 9 to 5 and coming home to your decent sized apartment. It wasn’t until you received a letter signed by the person you had been searching for. Once you reach the day that he wrote in the letter, you rush to meet him at the destination, speeding down the streets on your motorcycle.

Reaching the place, you eye the closed nightclub in awe. You wondered why he decided to meet you at this particular setting. You felt a rush of anxiety as you near the door, opening it before walking into the empty space. You walk through the dark room using the flash on your phone as you walk to the staircase, following Mikey’s instructions.

When you reach upstairs, you walk into the door he ordered. Your footsteps echo through the dark room, the sun outside illuminating through the open windows as a breeze flies across the room. Your eyes meet a head of platinum hair, indicating the back of someone’s head. The male who wears a black long sleeve shirt and pants sits with his back bent forward, arms on his lap as his head hangs low. The symbol on his neck stood out to you, reminding you of Izana’s earrings. Your eyes widen when realization finally clicks.

“Mikey?” You say, gaining momentum as you rush over to your brother. Before you could make it, a grip on your arm causes you to halt, as well as a firm pressure against the back of your head. You stare ahead as your breath hitches.

“Move at my pace.” The voice behind you demands. Having no other choice but to listen or risk an early death, you ignore your accelerated heart beat and follow alongside the body that shifted slightly to the side of you. Your eyes switch from the short man ahead to the person beside you, immediately catching the scar on the corner of the person’s mouth.

Sharp blue eyes suddenly meet yours during the observation, pink bangs swaying as his head faces you. His lips curve into a toothy smirk, eyebrows furrowing as he gives you a mischievous expression.

“T’s been a while, Y/n.” You turn away from him as you both walk closer to Mikey.

“I guess long enough to where you feel the need to have a gun against my head. As if we never knew each other.” You respond, irritation adding to your fear as you’re led to the chair in front of Mikey.

He only ignored you as his grin grew wider, guiding you to sit facing away from your brother. When your bottom meets the seat, Sanzu stood next to you with the barrel of the gun placed to your temple.

“Leave us, Sanzu.”

“Got it.” He responds before dropping his arm and walking towards the exit. “I’ll be downstairs.”

After giving you one more side glance, the pink haired man closed the door behind him as he walked out of the room.

“I heard you wanted to find me.” He says softly. Your fingers fidget in your lap as your knees are pressed together, feet spread apart. You chew on your bottom lip as you sit with a tense body, realizing the gravity of your situation and how dangerous it was to meet him with no sort of back up.

“This isn’t you. This isn’t how it was supposed to be…” You begin, shaking your head as you continue, “…I get it, Mikey. Everything that happened hurt like hell. Just because you went through something doesn’t mean you become the leader to a fucking criminal organization and kill lots of innocent people.”

When he didn’t respond, all you heard was your own breathing as you fought the tears that threatened to escape.

“You act like you’re the only one that went through anything. As if I wasn’t there experiencing as much pain as you! I didn’t run off and disappear and cause more harm to the streets, because there just wasn’t enough blood splattered!”

You had the understanding that you could be digging your own grave. The sorrow and anger hitting you all at once had your words slipping out fast. You missed him, who he was before. How could he have abandoned you like that?

“Y-you could’ve come to me. We could’ve been there and experienced it all together, Mikey. I-I know you’re just in pain, but I’m here. I’ve always been there.” You say the last sentence softly as your vision blurred from the moisture.

You listened as you heard rustling behind you, followed by footsteps leading towards your sitting figure. Your sobs went silent as a figure shadowed over you. The cold impact of the gun against your head causes goosebumps to run across your arms, a chill running up your back as you make eye contact with the man holding a weapon against your forehead.

Anyone could lose themselves in the void of his orbs. They bore into you coldly as he gazed down at you with a blank yet intense expression. Your bottom lip quivered as your eyebrows furrow angrily. His arm follows as you stand from your seat slowly.

“Is this all you know how to do now?” You almost growl, exhausted by the behavior your brother displays when you know he clearly has a hard time communicating his emotions. “Shoot whoever questions you. Murder instead of speaking on how you feel. When are you gonna grow up, Mikey?”

“Shut up.” He hissed. “You know nothing.” You only stare back in response, glaring at him as the gun cocks.

“Leave.” He states before lowering his arm. You watch the male as he makes his way to the exit. Before he walks out of the opened door, he turns his head to the side slightly, gaze still ahead.

“If we ever see each other again… I’ll kill you.” You chew the skin on the inside of your cheek as a nervous habit when he walks out, leaving you to allow the words to sink in.

In that moment, you determined that you would find a way to bring back the real Mikey. You couldn’t accept this. You would never accept this reality. You would do whatever it takes, even if that means going against your better judgment and acting on emotion, something you had a habit of doing. You don’t care what Mikey says nor have you ever listened when he told you not to do something. You don’t care that you’re risking your life by getting involved. You snatch the phone from your pocket before dialing a number.

“Naoto, I need your help.”

You didn’t know what to expect but it surely wasn’t almost succeeding in the take down of Bonten. Unfortunately, both you and Naoto missed a key detail to your plans which resulted in Bonten being free of the attention from the police. It didn’t help that some of the government officials involved were traitors to the force, having helped the criminal organization in secret.

Thick smoke polluted the building as a radiating heat caused you to sweat. You cough as your arm covers your mouth and nose, eyes squint as you see through the burning room. The alarms screeched as a warning to anyone near that a fire had been started. You heard the impact of whatever caused the flames, knowing a bomb had been planted somewhere inside which caused an explosion. You’re surprised that you’re still alive, along with some of the others who crawl and struggle towards the nearest exit, maneuvering through the limp bodies lying on the ground.

You search for your partner as you walk past broken furniture and office equipment, passing the body parts separated from the corpses who suffered the worst from the eruption. Unfortunately, you were hurt considering your limp, and the ringing in your ears definitely didn’t help. Your hearing has been out since you woke up. You search the police department, watching out for anyone familiar as you yell out, “Naoto!”

You continue through the damage, dodging any object that falls as you walk around the flames. An abrupt pressure on your back caused you to fall to the ground with a grunt, your hearing coming back just as you made impact with the floor. The platform of the bottom of someone’s shoe pushes you back to the ground when you try to pick yourself up.

The man behind you grabs a carton from out of his pocket, lifting the top before pulling a cigarette out. He set the box back in his suit’s jacket pocket before using a nearby flame to light it as he stretched his arm out. He brought the butt of the stick to his lips and sucked in as the remaining flame went out on the end of the cigarette. The man rubs the sweat off of his forehead using the sleeve of his suit, a strand of blonde hair swaying over his face as he drops the arm. He blew the smoke out as he gazed at your figure.

“I warned him about letting you go.” You could recognize that voice anywhere.

“Kazutora?” He takes another hit of his cigarette, holding his breath as he ashed it before blowing the smoke out of his mouth once more. A smirk grew on his face.

“You know, Y/n… I never took you for a snitch.”

“I never took you as a coward, but here we are. You kill people to feel a sense of control yet you’re always following someone else’s orders, seeking approval by anyone who’ll give it to you.” You state, irritated by the heat and the foot on your back.

The grin on his lips fell as he took another hit before leaning over and pressing the burning end of the cigarette against your neck. You gasp before releasing a shriek of pain, tears burning at the corners of your eyes. He holds it there for a moment as he stares down at you with a blank expression. He lifts himself back to a normal position once he removes the cigarette from your skin. A fresh bruise formed in the abused spot.

“Why did you guys become such fucking assholes?” You cry out.

“Come on, don’t start crying on me now Doll…” He chuckled, “…gotta save that for later when Mikey gets his hands on you.”

Before you could fight him off, his fingers squeezed firm against your pressure point. Your vision blurs before your head drops as you sink into darkness.

Your eyes flutter open as a spotlight shines on you. Attempting to lick your lips, you find yourself with a gag secured around your mouth. The red ball stretches your lips uncomfortably as they yearn to be moisturized. Your arms are cuffed above your head as your body is spread out completely nude on the bed. Your shrieks are muffled as the light dims, your knees pressed together as you attempt to cover yourself when you look down and eye the seven figures sitting out on a slightly lower platform, as if you’re on a small stage.

Marijuana and alcohol fills the air, along with the smell of tobacco as you watch the smoke fumes form above a few of the men. Your eyebrows furrow as your toes curl, embarrassment causing a warm face as you shut your eyes tightly, wishing to escape this moment as you’re sprawled out for a bunch of dangerous men. You hear footsteps in the quiet room, someone walking towards the bed.

Mikey appears in your vision as he looks down at you from the side. Your eyes water as you glare at him, disbelief from the fact that your own brother set you up like this. The boy you grew up with who inspired you to go past your own limits. The boy who wanted to make a new era for delinquents. No, you couldn’t believe this.

His fingers slowly traced over your stomach as they moved towards your chest, grazing around the outlining of your breasts. You couldn’t help the whimper of desperation spilling out through the gag, your body beginning to tremble as you realized the gravity of this vulnerable situation. You wanted this to stop. You wanted it all to stop before there’s no return.

“I left you alone…” His fingers dragged themselves across the middle of your breasts, slow and delicate with his touch. “…I warned you, Y/n.”

He slightly leans over as his hand moves to your lower stomach, rubbing the lining nearest to your pubis. Your breath hitched as you gaze at him with wide teary eyes.

“You’ve never been one to listen, have you?” The small smile that formed as he said the statement vanished as quickly as it came. Your stomach sucked in as he used his fingers to lightly glide back up to your chest before circling his hand around your neck, his index finger tapping your face twice. He leaned forward until he hovered right over your face.

“You’ll learn.” You release a shriek as your eyes shut tight, his fingers digging into the burnt skin against your neck, adding a painful pressure to the wound as the tears streamed down your face. When you open your eyes to a squint, his gaze is relaxed. His eyes made him look dead. He released you before walking to the end of the stage and turning to face the crowd, his hands behind his back.

“From now on you belong to me.” He turns his upper body to face you. “You’ll only get to eat, sleep, and breathe because of me. You will do as I say.” A taller figure began to walk on the stage, a familiar pair of purple eyes gazing down at your figure with his signature sly smile. The tall short haired man held a baton that rests on his shoulder as he stops next to the bed, closer to your lower body.

“You deemed yourself a traitor so you will be held accountable. Sister or not.”

You fidget with discomfort as you eye the weapon Ran holds with a concerned expression. He only gives you a mischievous smile in return as he drops his arm, awaiting instructions from his boss.

“If you disobey me…” His eyes switch to Ran before the taller man brings his other hand to the object, fingers adjusting as he lifts his arms. Your eyes widen once more as you hysterically pull against your restraints, legs moving as you attempt to move your body to the side to no avail.

You release a blood curdling scream as your eyes shut tight, the impact causing a loud smack to echo in the room as the end of the baton makes contact with the skin on your thigh. The pain is broad, big. So intense that your whole leg numbs out as your body attempts to protect you. Blood immediately makes its way through your skin as an ugly bruise begins formation. You sob in agony as your head falls back on the bed. You shake your head as you bite the gag.

A cold chill is brought to your body as heat overcomes you, sweat dripping down your forehead as Mikey walks closer to you, staring down at you with the same blank expression. Sanzu watches the display with gleaming eyes, a wide smile on his face as he licks his bottom lip, biting it after as he’s mesmerized by the show in front of him. It was a gorgeous sight, you sprawled out on the bed naked in front of them under Mikey’s control. Your face is so wet with tears and an expression of fear and distress. So vulnerable and fragile. Your skin breaking with ease as the blood dripping down made him want to lick it up. He couldn’t wait to get a hold of you. After all, he’s waited for so long under Mikey’s command. His failed attempt at protecting you. Someone so resilient and yet so weak.

Kazutora is leaned back in his seat with a leg crossed over, his hair pulled back in a messy ponytail as he eyes you with no emotion. He ignored the erection forming in his pants as you’re forced into submission, bound by the cuffs as your beautiful voice blesses the room with your cries. A red hue forms on his face as he watches Ran hit you again in a different spot on the same thigh. His cock twitched when he heard your loud scream, the gag doing you no justice. He crossed his arms as he shifted in his seat to a more comfortable position.

Takeomi sat with a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth as he glared at the scene. He never really knew you so he couldn’t care less of your position. He just finds it hilarious to watch the rest of the men simp over Mikey’s infamous cute, bratty little sister. He’s surprised you hadn’t been killed on the spot for becoming a traitor. The leeway his boss is giving you is impeccable. Otherwise you’d be torn apart limb from limb, slaughtered and violated from the inside out. Long gone. This is nothing. He’ll admit that seeing your bitchy ass getting it in is a very sweet sight to see.

Kokonoi sighed as he turned away from the scene. Having remembered you from their delinquent days made this situation all the more sickening. He still couldn’t deny the view of you laid out the way you are having an effect on the cock sitting in his pants. It was uncomfortable, especially since he deems himself as sick as someone like Sanzu or the Haitani brothers for getting turned on by this in the first place.

Kakucho’s eyes followed Ran’s fingers, swiping some of the blood off of your leg before bringing it to his lips. You lay there, sobbing as Mikey caressed both sides of your face. He knew something like this would occur as soon as he began gaining information from the dirty cops about you involving yourself. Although he felt bad for you, he knew that you had it coming. You were warned and now you must deal with the consequences. He palmed himself before squeezing slightly to ease himself as he shifts in his seat, rock hard as he chews on his lip.

“Should I hit the other thigh, boss?” Ran’s smooth voice filled the room as he gently rubbed his thumb along the untouched thigh. You shook your head as you pleaded through the ball gag. You were so focused on switching your gaze between Mikey and Ran that you completely missed the third presence making his way to the foot of the bed.

Drool accidentally fell out of your mouth as you continued to cry and beg for Mikey to let you go and to not hurt you again. It was humiliating but you were in too much pain to care. You had to get out of there. You regret not listening. You regret not leaving him alone. You just want to escape. You just want to go home and hug yourself while you cry. You wanted to see your friends again, your sister Emma. You missed Shinichiro, Baji, your grandpa, Draken, Mitsuya, and everyone else. You missed them all and you wanted a big hug from them.

You wanted to feel safe, to feel loved again. You didn’t like this cold darkness that’s dragging you to a hell you never thought you’d experience. You wish you hadn’t been so stubborn. You just missed your brother, your friends who disappeared. Thumbs drape under your eyes as the tears are wiped away only for more to stream down your cheeks. You feel the ball gag unhook around your mouth as your chapped lips connect, licking them desperately as you continue to sob and pant.

“P-please let me go! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry Mikey I-I’ll listen! I’ll leave you alone just please…!” You rambled your apologies as he continued to gaze at you with the onyx orbs that felt as though they were forcing you to drown in his own darkness. Dragging you under with him into the void everyone so desperately tries to fill or escape from.

“I-I just wanted my big brother! I-I needed you to be who you were! I was wrong…” You sob, “…so fucking wrong. You’re too far gone!” Your hands turned to fists as your breath hitched as he climbed on top of you.

“You’re right. I am no longer your Mikey.”

Your hands tremble as you watch him reach into his pants to pull out his throbbing cock.

“No… no, no, no! Y-you can’t!” You plead as you realize what’s about to happen.

The younger Haitani grabs your ankle as he picks your leg up, along with the older brother who holds up your bruised leg. Mikey adjusts himself in between your legs as he spreads his own knees against the mattress.

“M-Mikey this is so fucked up! P-please! You fucking asshole!” You could only feel rage and despair as you watched him spit in his hand and rub his cock, moisturizing it nowhere near enough for it to easily slip through you.

“Oh shit.” Sanzu breathes out in excitement as the rest of the executives mentally sit on the edge of their seats. They watched the display, some with arousal and excitement while others with slight guilt and arousal. The air was thick in the room as Rin’s grip tightened on your ankle while moving his other hand to the bottom of your foot.

“You’ll learn.” Mikey whispers near your ear before he finally pushes in slowly. Your head falls back with your mouth wide open, nails digging in your own palms as the girth stretches you painfully. Your eyebrows furrow as you clench your teeth. He released a breathy moan as his mouth hangs open, head falling to your shoulder as your pussy squeezed him tightly. You both grunt when he finally bottoms out, base and testicles pressed firmly against you as he shifts his arms under you to hold the back of your neck with both hands.

He eyed the girl with a blank expression as she stood with her hand wrapped in Grandpa Sano’s. Even at his young age he could tell that she had been through quite a lot by the look in her eyes.

“It’s okay, Y/n.” He says as he pats your eight year old head. You sat with tears streaming down your face with your arms crossed as you pouted angrily at the fact that you lost against your fight with Baji who would help you practice your skills along with Mikey.

“You’ll learn.” He said with a smile as he gazed down at you.

You gasp as you feel his thick length pulling out of you, rubbing against the lining of your walls before he bucks his hips against you with a firmer thrust causing you to grunt in pain.

“You belong to me.” The teen growled.

“Kazutora is my friend! I’m gonna visit him whether you like it or not.” You glare at your brother before stomping away from the shrine.

Truth be told he didn’t like the way you made him feel. So out of control. So out of the loop. He knows that he’s your inspiration. He loves how worthy you deem him to be. He loves that you follow him around all the time like you're his little companion. His little sister. His.

If only you knew how hard it was to allow you on your own. To allow you to make your own decisions. To have abandoned you when he knew you were still vulnerable from everything you both went through. You don’t know how hard it is being the big brother of someone who’s just so fucking stubborn. He was afraid that he would lose you in the midst of his corruption, the dark impulse taking over day by day, so he left you.

“Fuck.” He breathes out as his pace accelerates, hips pulled back before thrusting against you as his grip tightens. His cock slides in and out of your pussy as the juice slickens the erection, making it easier to access as he presses deeper and deeper. The bed rocks as the thrusts become faster and firmer, the smacking echoing throughout the room as it becomes harder to hold back your grunts and moans.

You whimpered as you felt a pressure form against the ankle held by Rin. You make eye contact with him as his lips curl into a mischievous smile. You felt goosebumps form as the butterflies in your stomach fluttered, an impending sense of doom coming over you just as Mikey’s cock aimed for your erogenous zone, pounding your g-spot once you reacted with a shriek.

Mikey walks to the car sitting outside the club he had you meet him at after your conversation was finished. Five of his executives stood outside as he turned his attention to Kakucho.

“Watch her every move.”

He had a feeling you’d try something though he didn’t expect for you to involve the cops. Especially the detective that’s always on his ass.

“You. *Thrust* Belong. *Thrust* To me.” Mikey uses a hand to squeeze your chin, forcing your eyes to meet as you pant and sob.

All of the executives watch with dazed expressions as Mikey bitched you out. Some biting their own lips while others palmed their covered erections. Mikey eyed your face as it morphed while the pit in your stomach builds, indicating the nearing of your orgasm. He used one hand to balance himself against the headboard as he grabbed the leg Ran was holding to gain better access. He thrusts against you as his cock rubbed the inner lining of your vaginal walls, slick oozing out of your hole, a mixture of his semen and your juices forming.

The pain in your leg throbs as he pushes your leg up, causing you to whimper. You tried to hold in your moans, the feeling of the head of his cock hitting your cervix was overwhelming. Instead, grunts replaced the moans with each firm thrust against your ass. The hand on your leg tightens as you watch his eyes narrow down at you with his lips apart.

“This pussy is mine. Your cum is mine. Everything about you…” a thrust with a loud smack against your ass caused a moan to slip through his throat. “…is mine.”

Your head is pressed against the mattress as you feel the pit in your stomach release, the chemical reaction causing your mouth to open as a silent scream leaves your throat, eyes rolled back as he continues to beat into your pussy.

“Ah…” Mikey breathes, “…that’s fucking right, cum on this cock.” He said before using his fingers to press onto your wound made by the baton. You scream out in agony. The chains jingle as you pull against the restraints.

“You’ll learn. You’re gonna learn to listen to me.” He breathes out before switching his eyes to Rin.

“M-Mikey pl-!” You whimper, pleading for him to stop as you’re overstimulated, though his cock keeps its pace, assaulting your pussy as it slides through harder. Blood runs down your wrists, coming from the split skin caused by your nails. You accidentally glance at Ran who stares down at you hungrily. You could see the lust in his intense gaze, causing you to turn away.

“I don’t care how close you were or even the little crush you have on her. You will ask before touching her, got it?”

“Yes, boss.” Both Kazutora and Sanzu respond with stern expressions.

“N-No! What are you…?!” A loud crack fills the air amongst the sound of the rocking bed as your eyes shut tight, a monstrous scream escaped your lips as the pressure on your ankle created a numbing yet sharp pain that swam up your leg to your knee. You shakily look down to see your limp leg in Rin’s hand, ankle bent out of place as your foot hangs there. A swelling started to form as the skin tingled. It was surely broken.

“GET OFF OF ME! GET OFF OF ME RIGHT NOW!” You’re hysterical. The pain, overstimulation, and heat. The betrayal, sickness, and depression. The sorrow, despair, and downright filthy situation. All of the eyes on you. It was all just too much.

“I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH!” His forehead meets yours as his hands grab the sides of your face. His eyes shut as he thrusts hard, accelerating his speed before a breathy, drawn out moan escapes his mouth, just as Rin grabbed your other ankle.

Kazutora and Sanzu sit with discomfort as they angrily eye the Haitani brothers, realizing it should’ve been them holding your legs and punishing you. After all, they’ve known you the longest. They were closer to you. They were there for everything. Their erections become tighter as you thrash around and scream. Your rage fulfills them in an unexplainable way. They never knew why your rebellion always struck them in the heart. Who knew they’d be this stuck over their friend’s little bratty sister.

“I’m cumming.” Mikey whispers with his head against yours as he breathes out a moan. He grinds out his orgasm just as another crack fills the room, followed by an appalling scream from you. You cry as he pulls himself out of you. The swelling from both legs tingle as you lie there in terrible pain. Agony comes from your neck and both of your legs. As well as your vagina. You couldn’t believe what your own brother just did.

“I hate you.” You sob. You wanted to curl into yourself but the restraints made it impossible.

“Awe don’t cry so much, cookie.” A thumb caressed your forehead as Ran stared you down. “All ya gotta do is be good, now.”

“Or else…” Rin chuckled as he slightly dangled one of your broken ankles. You only sob in response, ignoring them as you try to refrain from making eye contact. You wanted to disappear.

Before he climbs off of you, Mikey leans over to plant a kiss on your lips. You don’t push him back nor respond to the peck. He pulls his pants up as he walks toward the other executives.

“Do what you will, just have her cleaned and brought to my room after.”

“I’ll always be the one to protect you, Y/n. You belong to me.”

You look into the eyes of your older brother, tears in your own as you hug him tight. You both sat on the ground in front of Shinichiro’s grave.

“You’ll learn.”

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Don't mind me, everyone, just gonna slip on my Tedependent conspiracy hat for a bit...

Okay, for real though, can we talk about how Trent's backstory in 3x06 completely re-contextualizes his dinner with Ted in 1x03? Based on my own interpretation, the implied timeline is that Trent was married to a woman, attempted to come out to her and was dismissed (perhaps in large part because they were married: what do you mean you're gay? You can't be. You love me, etc.), either having his daughter forced Trent to become more honest about what he and his family needed, or they had her in an attempt to "fix" the marriage, she gets caught in the crossfire of all this, Trent comes out again, this time his wife believes him, they divorce, are still good friends, and their daughter is happier than ever because she has two loving parents who are now living their best lives.

Given her age - 3 at the start of the series, about 6 now - that means there's a decent possibility that Trent was still married at the beginning of the show.

And that his dinner with Ted is one of the things that pushed him to try coming out again.

As his core Ted is someone who is authentic and that authenticity is what catches Trent's interest. He's dismissive of it at first, literally thinking it's a "fucking joke," only to later end up with the revelation, "You really mean that, don't you?" - that Ted honestly enjoyed spending time with him. AKA, Ted says and does what he means, even when it seems completely unbelievable. How freeing must that be to see? I'm just imagining this interview-turned-dinner through the eyes of a man who is still unhappily married, mostly closeted, and struggling to help his daughter through the stress of that dynamic. Then he meets this sunshine of a coach who is so authentically himself that it initially comes across as an act, an exaggeration, a joke. But Ted never wavers, simply refuses to be anything other than himself. Soon he's doing even more than that, breaking down gender norms by characterizing the masculine, aggressive Roy Kent as the "little girl" from A Wrinkle in Time, burdened with the responsibility of leadership. He turns what should have been the end of a horrific day of shadowing into a dinner date and Trent finds himself answering the hard-hitting questions instead of his interviewee. Ted brushes off his accusation of greed with, "Wait, I'm supposed to be getting paid?" but Trent is completely caught off guard by Ted's "What do you love?"

The textual answer is "writing" and the fun fandom answer is "you," but if this is a Trent who still hasn't fully come out yet that's! A hell! Of a question!!! A closeted, queer individual's mind is going to jump to their biggest secret and, when offered an out, they're going grasp at it, so Trent eagerly agrees with Ted's guess of "writing" the same way Colin eagerly pulls the 'This is a gay bar? Haha, my mistake' card and makes a run for the door. Reading this interaction as Trent not just being gay, but potentially being closeted and unhappily married makes it less about the journalism (this strange coach likes me and thinks I can be a good person despite my invasive career choice) and more about his sexuality. Oh, no big deal, just having an intimate dinner with another good-looking man who's questioning me on love of all things and slowly inspiring me to be the best version of myself, which would require coming out to my wife again. This is a totally normal and not at all life-changing night! I definitely don't need to run away now!!

Via this reading Trent's article feels so loaded. Ted is "out there in the community" either "bravely or stupidly facing the music." That sounds a hell of a lot like a parallel to literally coming out and facing the music of a community's potential rejection, with Ted's American background/inexperience/unique personality acting as a stand-in for sexuality; the reasons he's labeled a "wanker" before anyone actually gets to know him - as the pub trio does while those very words are narrated by Higgins.

And then we have this:

"If the Lasso way is wrong, it's hard to imagine being right.... and though I believe that Ted Lasso will fail here... I can't help but root for him."

There are other elements at play here, like the football's celebration of ego and the threat of the club being relegated, but underneath it really sounds like a still-cynical Trent wanting to see the kind of changed world that those like Ted could bring about, but not really believing that it's possible. Given his history, is he really just talking about football when it comes to "the Lasso way"? I doubt it. Trent is potentially feeling trapped at this point in time, pessimistic to the point where yes, he still thinks that Ted will fail at football and creating a more inclusive, accepting community... but even still, Trent can't help but root for him. Of course he can't. He wants what Ted is offering. He needs it.

But then, of course, Ted succeeds! Not just in doing well by the club, but by the community as a whole. He maintains that inspiration and hope until, potentially, Trent felt like he could do something about his own situation. He found the nerve and strength to try again. So he comes out to his wife, they divorce, their daughter is happy, he goes on a date with a mustached man at the local pub, ditches him to try and 'interview' Ted, blows up his career because he realizes that his job is undermining the very thing he's been rooting for and he can't not give Ted a heads up, begins shadowing Ted as he looks for something "deeper," and then comes out to Colin, gazing wistfully across the water as he imagines being able to kiss a man after a win...

I'm not saying Ted Lasso is going to go there - and I'm DEFINITELY not saying there should be ANY accusations of queer baiting if/when they don't, because we've absolutely built the majority of this ship in fandom spaces - but I AM saying that if Trent's potential intersection of his history with Ted's influence and Ted's desire to shake things up while imagining bisexual triangles actually led to something... it would be a damn well done setup!

#Ted Lasso #Ted Lasso spoilers #Tedependent #Trent Crimm

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One last chance III

summary: third and final part to one last chance! the long awaited reunion :3

relationship: Rise!Leo x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of blood

word count: 3.1k

A/N: at long last, here it is! since there’s a bunch of hopping between worlds, i added clarifications for when the story changes into another timeline (NY: new york aka main timeline / KR: krangpocalypse timeline / TR: triceraton world). that way you can differentiate if there’s an actual change of place or if it’s just a time skip! i really hope you like it :’)

Navigation: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (you’re here!)

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

— — —

The very next day, Leo and you gathered the other turtle brothers and Casey at the dinner table to tell them your plan. Mikey would have to open two more portals; one to get the older Leo from Casey’s timeline, and one portal to go place him in the Triceraton world with the other older you.

You two watched as everyone processed your words, displaying different emotions in their faces. Your gaze fell on Mikey, who furrowed is brows, fidgeting with his fingers.

“I don’t know if I have it in me,” the youngest turtle admitted. Raph placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“It does sound dangerous,” the eldest said.

“I don’t even know how to find those dimensions again,” Mikey added.

“Just do the same thing you were doing last time,” you offered. “What were you thinking about when Leo fell through?”

Mikey scratched his chin as he thought it over.

“I don’t know, dino nuggets?”

“Makes sense,” Leo said with a serious nod. You playfully rolled your eyes.

“How will you find my timeline, though?” asked Casey.

“With you, actually,” Donnie chimed in, bringing his hands in front of him with touching fingertips. “Your quantum signature should be unique enough to pinpoint it. I’ll build something to amplify Mikey’s powers.”

“Sounds like we have a plan, then,” Leo concluded, placing his hands on the table and standing up. “Let’s get started.”

– – –

Mikey trained with smaller things first, making portals from one room to the other, and catching things mid-air and safely placing them on the ground. Meanwhile, you and Leo prepared a place where older Leo could stay. One portal already took a lot of effort; you didn’t really want to overexert Mikey and have him make two big ones, one right after the other. Also, future Leo might be hurt, so Raph helped you gather supplies for a little first aid kit as well.

The night before the big day, when Mikey would open the first portal, you were way too excited to sleep. You looked over at Leo, both of you in his bed, and it seemed he wasn’t feeling much differently, nervously tapping his fingers on his chest.

“It’s gonna work, right?” he asked in a low voice.

“I think so, yeah,” you replied genuinely.

“Do you think I- he’ll be… mad?” You propped yourself up on your elbow at his question.

“You’re asking me? Shouldn’t you know better than anyone?”

“Iunno,” he mumbled, and you gave him a sympathetic smile.

“Well... If everyone you knew were gone, and you had the chance to spend more time with them, even if they’re technically a different version from another dimension, wouldn’t you want to see them?”

He thought it over for a moment.

“I think so, yeah,” he replied.

“I know I’d want it too.”

For a moment, you two just looked at each other in the dim light of his room, then a giggle escaped you.

“What?” he asked with a suspicious smile. You sighed, lying back down properly and cuddling into his side.

“It’s like a tragic love story. Two star crossed lovers, promising to find each other in any universe.”

Leo took your hand, giving it a squeeze.

“I’d look for you in every universe,” he whispered. You hid face in the pillow with a groan.

“You’re so corny,” you laughed.

“And you love me for it.”

“Hmm, I do,” you said, stretching your neck to place a kiss on his cheek, then went back to getting comfortable.

Finally feeling a little more at ease, sleep slowly started to take over.

“I just hope he’s… still there,” Leo said so lowly you almost missed it. “The way Casey described the future, it was super bleak. I hope nothing happened to–”

“Shush,” you interrupted him, hugging his torso to reassure him. “It will work, I know it.”

“Hmm, yeah. It’ll work.”

With that, you both drifted off to sleep.

– – – [NY]

Donnie had built a hollow box of sorts, big enough to stand in it, with two wires coming out of either side. He put it on the floor, told Casey to step into it, and he activated it with his own nimpo, one wire connecting to Mikey, one to Donnie. The rest of you held onto Mikey’s arms like last time.

“It’s go time,” Donnie said with a wicked smile of sorts as the device started glowing.

– – – [KR]

Leo tried to hold back a pained groan between his pants. He looked at his leg; that’s a lot of blood. That krangified creature had got him good.

He tried getting back to his feet, but his leg gave out under him, and he was back on the ground, leaning onto the broken pieces of what used to be a building, sticking out from the dark sand that had taken over everything, transforming the urban landscape into a wasteland.

This is it, he thought, and bitterly smiled to himself. I’ve had a good run. Wish I had done some things differently, but…

Images of you flooded his mind, his brothers, Splinter, April, Casey… Ah, he really hoped the boy made it.

A growling noise tore him out of his thoughts, and he saw the creature that had got him in this situation in the first place, approaching him slowly, about to pounce. With a deep exhale, Leo accepted his fate, finding no more fight left in him. He looked at the handle of his sword, now donning three coloured bands.

“Just get it over with!” he called out to the creature. Just as it was crouching down to build up its energy to jump, there was an all too familiar sizzling sound between him and the creature.

Leo tiredly opened his eyes, and his brows rose in disbelief at what he was seeing. It was one of Mikey’s portals, moving towards him.

“What the—”

He got swept through the portal like a fish getting caught by a landing net. Gone was the coarse sand under him, replaced by something soft and warm and inviting. In front of him, figures he fully believed he’d never get to see again: his brothers, all alive; his younger self, looking at him with the same shock; Casey, and… you.

Mikey collapsed on the ground with a grunt. Raph picked him up and Donnie took them to his lab. Casey stepped out from his little box, which had deactivated the moment the portal disappeared.

“M-master Leonardo?” the boy asked in a mix of disbelief, surprise, and happiness.

“Casey Junior,” the older Leo greeted him with a tired grin. “You made it.”

“Found the key, stopped the Krang,” Casey replied with the instructions his master had made him repeat back then. As his eyes started welling up with tears, Casey ran up to Leo and hugged him, which earned a groan of pain from the older turtle, but it turned into a chuckle. He hugged him back to the best of his abilities.

That’s when you noticed the turtle’s leg.

“O-oh my goodness, that looks very much not good,” you exclaimed, pointing at the wound covered in blood and debris.

“Yeesh,” younger Leo cringed after following your eyes.

You got to work cleaning up his wounds, disinfecting, and bandaging everything up. Older Leo was too exhausted to protest.

As the three of you were cleaning the grime off of hte turtle with a wet rag, you came to his right shoulder, and what you had thought was a giant glove, slid off slightly. So you took it off to be able to clean him better, except that instead of sliding the garment off his arm, the whole thing came off, leaving only a stubble reaching to just above where his elbow would be. Leo audibly gasped behind you.

“I- you- what happened to your arm?” Leo asked, turning to the boy on the patient’s other side. “Casey, you didn’t tell me I lost a whole arm!”

“There’s a lot I didn’t tell you, and it was for a reason–”

“Guys,” the older turtle interrupted.

Everyone got their attention back to the man on the pile of blankets.

“As much as I’m glad that you’re all okay, what am I doing here?” he questioned, his eyes jumping from Casey, to Leo, to you.

“Don’t worry about it, just rest up,” Casey instructed.

“Yeah, we have a plan,” you added with a smile. “Just… get your energy back. We’ll explain everything later.”

He was too tired to argue, so he just let himself drift off into the welcoming embrace of sleep, and with a deep exhale, he passed out on the spot.

“Casey, stay with him,” you told the boy. “We’ll check on Mikey.”

With a nod you instructed Leo to follow you, and you went to the lab, where you found Mikey on a makeshift cot. He was fine, also napping. Donnie assured you he just needed some rest.

You all took turns for the next several hours to watch over the two; you caught pieces of conversations here and there, depending on whether older Leo was awake and whose turn it was to keep him company. But you tried not to eavesdrop, as you were sure he was telling them important but personal things. The one you were very curious about was the conversation older Leo had with Splinter. It seemed to be very emotional, but you kept your distance to give them some privacy. The boys’ father retired to his room for most of the day after they talked.

When it was your turn to take care of Leo, you brought some food and a change of bandages for his legs.

“No one’s told me yet what’s going on,” he said after you handed him his food. “They told me it was your idea?”

You were kneeling next to him, and squirmed a little in your seat.

“Are you sure you want to know now?” you asked, your gaze falling to your lap. “Don’t you want to recover a little more? You’re still in pretty rough shape–”

Leo interrupted you by calling your name. Your eyes darted back up to him and he raised a brow at you as he took a bite of the sandwich. You smiled to yourself. Some things really never change; that’s the same look young Leo would have given you in this situation.

With a sigh of defeat, you told him how after you had had your encounter in the alleyway, your timeline’s Leo had a similar one with an alternate older version of yourself, in a world where a different alien species had invaded Earth, but they were at peace now. Their Leo had died in the process, though.

“So,” you concluded after your retelling. “Leo and I, I mean my Leo, I mean…” You couldn’t help the heat creeping up to your cheeks, and the turtle gave you a knowing smirk. “Me and this world’s Leo; we thought we could help you guys out. You were left alone in a world that had no hope of being saved. And my other self is in a world worth living in, but is missing you. So, you know. 1+1=2 and here you are.”

Older Leo seemed genuinely surprised by your words. Whatever it was he had expected, this was not it.

“I mean, you’re also free to stay here if you want to,” you offered, pointing over your shoulder. “There’s already Casey, so… I’m sure he’d like it if you stayed.”

“No can do,” Leo said with a sad smile, and you frowned. “I don’t really like the idea of playing with the timelines; my Donnie would have been vehemently against it.” He smiled nostalgically as he looked to the side for a second, then brought his attention back to you. “But in the end, he probably would have come to a similar conclusion. It’s obvious I’m not gonna ask you to bring me back to my timeline…. You were right on time, you know? A moment later and I would have been a goner.”

You gave him a worried look, but he dismissed it with a gesture of his hand.

“But,” he continued. “This isn’t my place to stay, either. I’ll take you up on your offer.” You perked up at that. “A different world at peace sounds pretty nice right about now.”

“From what Leo told me, everyone else seems to be alive there, you know,” you told him as you took out a fresh roll of gauzes from the supply box. “Raph, Mikey and Donnie. I’m sure they all miss you.”

Leo smiled, taking another bite of his sandwich as you started working on his leg.

“And I miss them.”

“And I know it’s not the same because you won’t have the same memories and stuff–”

“Hey. It’s okay,” he calmed your doubts, holding your hand. “I appreciate it. Thank you.”

You merely gave him a nod, your heart racing at the gesture. His hand was so big, his whole presence made you feel so safe; you couldn’t wait to see your Leo keep growing and become the man you had in front of you now.

Not long after, when Mikey started feeling better, you all started preparing Leo’s departure.

– – – [TR]

You were taking your evening stroll through the park as you’d usually do. It had been raining all day though, and the cool wind seemed to make the droplets seep further into your clothes. As per usual, your feet brought you to the memorial statue by themselves, like they always did when you were lost in thought.

Your grip tightened around your umbrella. It’s been so many years. Maybe it was time to finally let go. This grief was getting you nowhere. Leo wouldn’t want you to waste away like this just because he wasn’t there.

Standing in front of the statue, you let your eyes wander over it, looking at all the little details, discovering some new cracks in the rock. You did your best to keep it clean and all, but time, wind and rain seemed to chip away at it, no matter your efforts. Kind of like you felt, too, you concluded with a defeated sigh.

Bringing your gaze back to the turtle’s heroic face expression, you tilted your head lightly. Just what were you supposed to do now?

– – – [NY]

Everyone got into position just like for the other portal, but you stayed back this time. You were facing away from where the yellow ring of light would open, as you didn’t want to see your older self.

“You sure you don’t want to see?” Leo asked. “The dinos looked pretty cool?” You chuckled.

“Nah, it’s okay,” you answered, looking up at him with a smile. “I don’t need to see other worlds, I have everything I need right here.”

You placed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. The turtle wasn’t able to reciprocate, but blushed as he spotted his older self a couple of steps away, giving him a thumbs up.

– – – [TR]

You took one last look at the statue, some droplets hitting your face in the wind, which was starting to pick up. Just as you meant to turn around to leave, you heard some zaps behind you.

Just like last time, a flurry of yellow lights materialised out of nowhere over the gravel path of the park, expanding and clearing up until you could see through it. Young Leo hopped into your world, calling out to you with relief, as it meant he didn’t have to go look for you.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” he said as he jogged the short distance to where you stood.

“Wha- You’re back?” You were shocked to your bones, as you really thought you would never get to see any Leo ever again. “Why? How?”

“Doesn’t matter, I won’t be long either,” Leo informed you, taking your hand that you had stretched out to him. “I just came to say hi and bring you a gift.”

He let go and stepped aside. From behind him, another figure stepped through the portal. Your hand came to your mouth as you gasped, your umbrella dropping to the ground.

Mikey groaned from the effort, the glowing yellow cracks expanding further over his arms.

“Hurry it up, guys!” Raph called from the other side of the portal. “Mikey can’t hold it open much longer!”

Turning to you, younger Leo held your hands one last time, and you dragged your eyes from one blue clad turtle to the younger one.

“Give him the happy ending you both deserved, alright?” he asked, and giving you and older Leo one last hug, he hurried back to the portal, which started becoming more unstable by the second, the zaps threatening to collapse any moment now.

And not a second too soon, younger Leo left the scene, the portal closing right behind him with a loud crackle.

Leo and you were left alone in the rain, looking at each other and just taking each other in.

“Hey,” Leo spoke first, taking a couple of steps in your direction.

“... Hi,“ you greeted him, your voice almost inaudible, as you looked him up and down repeatedly in disbelief.

“The kids had a crazy idea and… it worked.”

You let out a shuddering breath, looking at your hands, opening and closing them in an attempt to ground yourself.

“What timeline are you from?” you finally asked. Leo had to take a moment to think how to even answer that.

“The bad ending, I guess?” he settled on. “One where the world ended. I lost everything.”

He looked up at the statue of himself and smiled.

“This one didn’t lose an arm though, huh.”

His attempt at lightening the mood was short-lived, as the small smile that had formed on your face disappeared just as quickly.

“No, but he lost everything, too,” you said, your hands clenching into fists as you dragged your eyes back up to meet his warm ones.

“You think I can fill the vacant spot he left open for this world’s coolest Leonardo?”

You couldn’t help but snort this time.

“Yeah,” you offered, relaxing visibly. “I think he’d be okay with that.”

Leo finally approached you, carefully stroking over your cheek with the back of his hand, and you leaned into the touch. The rain hitting your face mixed with your tears.

“Okaerinasai,” you welcomed him back home as you placed your hand over his. He leaned down to touch his forehead to yours.

“Tadaima.”

— — —

Bonus:

“You think they’ll be okay?” you asked Leo after the portal closed.

“You said it yourself,” he said, placing his arm over your shoulder. “Star crossed lovers: they’ll always find back to each other because they belong together.”

~~~~~

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Mysterious Lotus Casebook timeline

I put this together for my own use while writing my fic, but haven't seen anyone else share one, so here goes!

This is live-drama canon, not novel canon. I don't speak much Chinese; I followed iqiyi's subtitles which are rather awful. Additions/suggestions/comments/corrections more than welcome!

As should be expected for a comprehensive timeline of all pre-canon events, this is not spoiler free. Below the cut, as it's long:

Timeline

130 years ago:

Princess Longxuan is born, in the year of Ren Yin, Wu Shen month, Geng Jia day, at the hour of Geng Chen. [It could be any year of Ren Yin, but since it has to be more than a hundred years ago, this one is the only one that makes sense.]

100 years ago:

The night before Nanyin was overturned, Princess Longxuan marries Crown Prince Fangji, the eldest son of Emperor Xicheng, granduncle of the current emperor. Princess Longxuan becomes Consort Xuan. Consort Xuan secretly initiates the revival of Nanyin and plots to use the Rama Vessel.

Prince Fangji conspires against Emperor Xicheng and fails. He is ordered to commit suicide. Consort Xuan is sentenced to be buried with Prince Fangji.

Princess Longxuan writes a letter to magician Feng A-Lu asking him to save her son at the bamboo forest. She tells him to contact Jin Yu Huang Quan and revive Nanyin.

Nanyin craftsmen build their tomb and Nanyin sorcery hides it for 100 years.

The throne passes to Emperor Guanqing.

Feng A-Lu does not meet Princess Longxuan's son. He goes to kill the imperial family and falls in love with Consort Ying instead. They have a son who Consort Ying passes off as the emperor's son. Feng A-Lu is buried in the collapse of the Pagoda of Bliss.

Jin Yu Huang Quan did not revive Nanyin. They used the amassed wealth for themselves and passed the Rama ices onto the next generations.

Unknown time:

Li Xiangyi's parents save Qi Mushan.

Bandits attack the Li family; Li Xiangyi and his older brother are the only survivors.

25 years ago:

Teenage Shan Gudao finds four-year old Li Xiangyi and his older brother on the streets. Older brother dies.

Qi Mushan rescues Shan Gudao and Li Xiangyi and brings them to Yunyin mountain.

20 years ago:

The Feng clan, having searched for Princess Longxuan's descendant for over a hundred years, learns that her grandson had a ten-year-old son who is presently studying under Qi Mushan.

[Note Shan Gudao is over twenty and Li Xiangyi is nine or ten at this time, but anyway:]

The Feng clan takes Shan Gudao as the long-lost descendant of Princess Longxuan.

Ostensibly 18 years ago, but probably more like 21 or 20:

[Note there is some debate about how old Fang Duobing is supposed to be. Di Feisheng claims he has a letter showing that Fang Duobing's parents broke up 18 years ago while He Xialan was pregnant, but other sources state he is 20 at the time of the show]

He Xialan was in a relationship with Shan Gudao. They break up while she is pregnant. Fang Duobing is born a few months later, and Tianji Hall announces Xialan has died of illness. Fang Duobing is raised by Xialan's older sister and her husband as their own.

15 years ago:

The Demon of the Blood Realm challenges Li Xiangyi and Qiao Wanmian begs him to give Li Xiangyi one more year.

14 years ago:

Li Xiangyi passes Qi Mushan's test. He receives the Shaoshi sword. He departs the mountain for the first time.

Shan Gudao and Li Xiangyi go to rescue the He family of the Changma Blade sect, who was massacred by Dongling Three Gang for the cloud iron. They find one survivor, a child, and take him to Louyang. Shan Gudao ditches Li Xiangyi and kills the kid.

Li Xiangyi defeats the Demon of the Blood Realm.

At an unknown time between 15 and 10 years ago:

Di Feisheng, Wuyan, King Bai of Fire, Four-faced Qingzun, and King Zunming of Yama found the Jinyuan alliance. Di Feisheng makes his first famous kill: the Monk of the Blood Realm, Kuang Jiezi. He removes the Golden Jade hoops from his staff and hangs them on his dao as a trophy.

Li Xiangyi fights with Wuyou and nicks the Shaoshi sword to avoid killing him.

The 12 Guardians join the Jinyuan alliance just before Jiao Liqiao does.

Jiao Liqiao was following Li Xiangyi around. A girl from Fengling Sword Sect provoked Jiao Liqiao and she massacres the Fengling Sword sect. Li Xiangyi stops her and attempts to kill her, but Di Feisheng saves Jiao Liqiao.

13 years ago:

Li Xiangyi establishes the Sigu Sect. Sigu sect makes an agreement with the court dividing the affairs of the people and the affairs of the jianghu. Everyone agrees to follow the legal code of Da Xi.

Scholar Sushou robs the imperial mausoleum in the south of the capital.

Di Feisheng rescues Jiao Liqiao from a gang led by Guishou Fenglie, whose martial arts techniques she tried to steal. Di Feisheng was just there to challenge the gang leader for his spot on the martial arts rankings.

12 or 11 years ago:

Just before Li Xiangyi turns 18, Shan Gudao gives him the Wenjing sword as a birthday present.

At the age of 18, Li Xiangyi acquires Yangzhouman.

11 years ago:

Sigu sect destroys the cult in Mobei and the sect's vitality is damaged. The Jinyuan alliance becomes more powerful. Di Feisheng and Li Xiangyi make a peace treaty: they won't interfere with each other or draw a war in five years.

The royal court agrees to ally with Shan Gudao.

Ten years ago:

[Depending on how old you think Fang Duobing is; he says this happened when he was ten] Madam He introduces Shan Gudao to Fang Duobing as her long-lost brother. Shan Gudao teaches Fang Duobing martial arts in secret before he can walk. Fang Duobing briefly meets Li Xiangyi, who gives him a wooden sword.

Li Xiangyi trespasses into the Royal Palace grounds on Mid-Autumn night to watch the Epiphyllum festival.

Lian Quan, Lord Of The Netherworld, is last seen in Shishou Village.

Shan Gudao tries to break into the Yipin tomb but cannot get past the Bagua (eight trigrams) Formation. The 14 Thieves of the Netherworld break into the tomb and die inside.

Li Xiangyi receives a message that the three kings of the Jinyuan alliance have besieged Shan Gudao in the Yangsha valley, the Jinyuan alliance's secret hideout. Meanwhile, the three kings receive a challenge from Shan Gudao but the letter was not his handwriting. The three kings arrive at the valley to find Shan Gudao already dead. Other members of the Sigu sect claim: they followed Shan Gudao to run some errands but were suddenly attacked by the three kings; Shan Gudao sent someone to go for help; Shan Gudao lured the three kings away to protect his subordinates.

Li Xiangyi cradles his shixiong's body and vows revenge. Shan Gudao's body is stolen in an ambush by the Jinyuan alliance. Li Xiangyi declares war on the Jinyuan alliance.

Li Xiangyi gathers Shan Gudao's belongings into a box in his room at the Sigu sect headquarters.

Yun Biqiu, at Jiao Liqiao's direction, administers Bicha poison to Li Xiangyi.

Jiao Liqiao and Fang Qing are working together. Someone from Nanyin purchases gunpowder from Thunder Hall in Jiangnan with funds from the Wansheng clan. Ding Yun, Wind and Thunder Emissary and Wan Renshan, Star and Moon Emissary used thundering fire bombs to trap the Sigu Sect and blow up the Jinyuan alliance headquarters. The 12 guardians of the Jinyuan alliance die. 58 heroes of the Sigu sect die.

27th day of the 12th lunar month, year of Xin Chou: Li Xiangyi and Di Feisheng battle at the East Sea.

Someone alters a corpse to look like Shan Gudao. He survives, under the influence of wuxin huai. Shan Gudao kills Qi Mushan and takes his inner power.

Li Xiangyi fakes his death and disappears. The Sigu sect disbands. Its surviving arm, Baichuan Court, rounds up the remnants of the Jinyuan alliance. Di Feisheng goes into seclusion for ten years.

Ten or nine years ago:

Xin Lie, Thunder Chaser of Jinyuan alliance, Five Poison Palm, escapes from prison.

28th day of the 5th month, year of Ren Yin: Shi Hun writes a letter to the Sigu sect to thank them for releasing him.

Unknown, between ten years ago and present day:

The Jinyuan Alliance surrounds Lian Quan's mansion for the Rama Heavenly Ice, he escapes with Li Xiao and Li Xiong to Xiaoyuan City to live in hiding.

Li Lianhua finds Scholar Sushou, helps him and lets him stay with him. Scholar Sushou passes away.

Li Lianhua saves Tiexiao, who jumped off a cliff and was buried; Li Lianhua heard him shouting.

Four-faced Qingzun dies in prison and gives the Rama ice shard to his wife, Liangyi Xianzi.

Fang Duobing takes bitter medicine; bathes in cold springs; pierces his 12 major acupoints every day and faints many times but refuses to cry. He can stand up, walk, and learn martial arts.

Five years ago:

The Hall of Wind and Flame took the Shi family's secret book as their own. This includes Qi Mushan's recipes.

Three years ago:

Fang Duobing takes the Baichuan Court entrance examination, but they refuse to accept him.

One year ago:

"Last March": Li Lianhua saved Shi Wenjue, third son of the Shi family (he faked his suicide because he wanted a career in public service and his family didn't approve, Li Lianhua saw it). The Shi family in Weapons Valley were the ones who forged Cloud Iron armor and the wind sword.

Present day:

The show begins sometime after the sixth day of the fourth month of Ren Zi year. [We know this because in episode 2, Wangfu is sixteen and we are given his birthday as April 6th of Bing Shen Year]

Red Mountains (Girls' Mansion episode arc) takes place on month 9 day 9 of Ren Zi Year.

Episode 37/38 is the ten-year anniversary of the dong hai duel, so it takes place on the 27th day of 12th month of Ren Zi Year.

#mysterious lotus casebook #reference guide #timeline

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meh pretty sure they'll try to do with this new album and TR what they intended with HSH and OW but gave up due the massive rejection she had from his fans. like linking to a current relationship? put her like the muse of HS4. some insider said the album is ready since the end of tour which would be like 2-ish months after they were first seen together? how many songs about her he could write in 2 months while touring? well.. not gonna though lie i'd LOVE to listen to some OW dissing songs hahah 😈

My guess is that they’ll make her the muse, as well. But I’m hoping it’s left up to listers’ imaginations because I’m so not interested in him “confirming” things. Those of us paying attention will know nothing is actually about her based on timelines (And other things), but the GP and the GF Harries will scream, “They’re endgame! He’s so in love!” and Harry will laugh all the way to the bank and then go snuggle up with Louis. 😆

#hs4 #stunts #hussell

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The amount of unexplored concepts in Zi-o is driving me insane but I can only tackle one thing per post so let's talk about Sougo for a minute

As someone who immediately clocked Sougo as having something off about him (to the point where I wrote day-one fanfiction about it), I was really expecting there to be a few episodes where we just. sat down and unpacked all of it. We didn't get that, but the crumbs we did get only solidify my opinion that Sougo is a really compelling character when you take the time to think about him.

On a surface level, Sougo is… very normal, I think. He's a cheerful guy, he's polite, he has a definite silly streak to him. He's kinda awkward, he fumbles around with Sento's catchphrase and struggles with his schoolwork. Like any good-natured protagonist, he has a drive to protect others and has no problem inconveniencing himself a bit to help someone out. These are all true things about him.

Sougo is also very good at manipulating people. And he does it by using his usual mannerisms to his advantage.

Take the episodes with Kuroto for instance. Sougo gets on Kuroto's side effortlessly by looking bright-eyed and enthusiastic about working with him, and this is completely believable to us as viewers because Sougo is always this enthusiastic. It's even relevant to his goal to become king - of course he would want to study under an actual king to get experience!

What makes this interesting is that it's only half true. Sougo isn't faking his enthusiasm, but he is faking his motivation. He doesn't want to work with Kuroto because he thinks he's cool, he wants to work with him because he wants to confirm if he's terrible first, and then take notes on how to not be terrible in the future.

And this is what makes him so good at manipulation: he knows how to channel his behaviors in such a way that he always seems genuine. Of course, it probably helps that he's often only half-faking anyway, which makes it even more convincing.

He's also usually using this skill for a good cause, but when armed with the knowledge that he became evil in the original timeline, it suddenly puts him in a different light; one where you can go "oh, so that's where he's keeping all his supervillain potential."

He displays this cunning side to him in a lot of smaller instances - using Woz's dedication to him as a means to summon him at any time, getting Geiz and Tsukuyomi to hang out with him under the pretense of their mission to keep him from turning evil, so on and so forth.

They sneak this part of him into the script all the time, and the only person to really bring it up is, interestingly enough, his mirror world self.

This scene makes me go nuts because it perfectly displays Sougo's inner conflict that he's usually really good at keeping under wraps. Though admittedly, they also make it a little unclear as to whether he was actually trying to manipulate anyone or just feels like he did anyway... but I think I've got it mostly figured out.

What's happening here, as I understand it, is that Sougo does genuinely want to save Geiz, but there is a small part of him that wants the power that comes with the Ryuga watch, too. And he does not like that part.

He knows that he's manipulated people before, and so when he notices having a second motivation here beyond his more idealistic one, he feels like he's manipulating people again. Making Tsukuyomi think that he's actually a good person when he just prompted Geiz to go sacrifice himself - he harbors a surprising amount of guilt.

And that's another key thing about Sougo that I haven't talked about yet: he hides things constantly.

Like, for example, why he wants to become king in the first place.

This is a lie. Sougo wants to become king because of a recurring dream depicting the most traumatic event of his life, where his only solace is someone telling him that he can save the world if he becomes a king.

But he insists in multiple episodes that it's just "something he's always known." He treats it very casually, despite it dramatically affecting his life plans.

Sougo treats most things with the same smiley nonchalance, honestly, in a way that can make him feel sort of detached from reality at times. But he takes things more seriously than it seems, and it's clear that he harbors a very deep sense of loneliness in him as well. Geiz and Tsukuyomi being his first real friends is one of the driving forces of the narrative, after all.

He also just drops lines like this sometimes that make me go crazy like hey has anyone checked on this guy emotionally during the entire show, I am Concerned

Like!! he says this about the possibility of him being the only person to not survive the final battle, and I know this isn't the first time he's expressed a similar sentiment and it's kind of a tradition for the protagonists of these shows to be like this but. god. and he says it while smiling

(You might be noticing a theme with Sougo and smiling through pain and you would be absolutely correct to do so)

I guess what I'm getting at with this whole post is that the appeal of Sougo's character, to me, is that he's just as much a silly, awkward guy with loads of enthusiasm as he is a cunning, clever person who knows how to lie to get the outcome he wants. He's both very cheerful and very sad on the inside, and none of these things are treated like they're in conflict with each other.

Sougo himself said it best:

And I dunno, I just think that's a really cool way to write your main hero who's working against his destiny to become evil. Or just any character in general. I both completely believe him as a hero and also never quite got rid of that "off" feeling that made me compelled to write about him when the show first started.

Zi-o as a show missed a lot of opportunities to explore things deeper, and Sougo is definitely included in that, but it never failed to keep me interested in him as a character because something about his specific combination of personality traits makes him very compelling to watch.

(He also makes the other writing flaws that much more frustrating because he's way too good of a character for these scripts)

#kamen rider #kamen rider zi o #tokiwa sougo #analysis #meta #Long story short he's Kinda Weird and I love him for it

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Lighthouse Keeper Tweets

Part Three: February 2024 - May 19, 2024

Back to Part One Back to Part Two

Feb. 5, 2024 (barely) 12 a.m.

"'I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love.'"

Now THIS is interesting. First, this is a Jane Austen quote (from Mr. Darcy of Pride and Prejudice [see 11/28 tweet, as well]). In the book, Darcy goes on to say, "Of a fine, stout, healthy love it may. Everything nourishes what is strong already. But if it be only a slight, thin sort of inclination I am convinced that one good sonnet will starve it entirely away." What Darcy is saying here is that he formerly thought pretty words and declarations were enough to sustain a relationship, but he now knows that's not enough. The underlying bond has to be strong first, or it's all for naught. Interesting. Because, my second point about this post is: this is the date of the Grammy's, and the date Taylor announced The Tortured Poets Department.

Feb. 16, 2024 1:30 a.m. BST

"You don't mess with love, you mess with the truth."

These are lyrics from Ellie Goulding's "On My Mind." Someone can't stop thinking about someone!

Feb. 18, 2024 10:45 p.m. BST

"The dirt on my jeans from the mud on the Heath feels like karma to me"

Perhaps someone is starting to realize he fucked up.

Feb. 23, 2024 4:50 p.m. BST "A tangle on the television and the magazine."

These are lyrics from The Arctic Monkey's Teddy Picker. Perhaps, and this is just a guess by me, obviously, but maybe a shot at TK, who was riding around in a rented sportscar, speeding and blowing red lights in Australia while following Taylor on tour?

Feb. 26, 2024 12 a.m. BST

"I've let love be free, and I've let it go. I've let it fade and I've watched it blow."

Sad.

March 20, 2024 5:35 p.m.

"You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel turnin' ' round and 'round"

These are lyrics from Steely Dan's "Do It Again."

March 22, 2024 1:41 a.m.

"One to remember A spill to reflect on High in your bedroom Will you still remember?"

He mentions in his replies that he's "feeling creatively inspired by the people [he's] surrounded with." Perhaps in the studio? A little poem for someone. Reminds me of the "you smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate," line from TTPD song. So, maybe, yeah, she did remember. Gah, these two exhaust me.

March 28, 2024 1:10 a.m. "If you're gonna try and walk on water make sure you wear you comfortable shoes."

These are lyrics from The Arctic Monkey's " Piledriver Waltz. Could be nothing, but it could also be a few things.... Anxiety about the impending TTPD release (thinking about the line "you're gonna shoot me out of a cannon" here). Pics of TK and TS at Nobu that had just popped up where TS looked annoyed as hell. Also there were all those pics of them from their beach vacation. Also, a few minutes before, he'd posted something about the stars, and then deleted it and proceeded to gaslight everyone on his timeline who asked about it. smh.

April 5, 2024 12 a.m. BST

"Would you hear of an old-time sea-fight? Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars? List to the yarn, as my grandmother's father the sailor told it to me?"

This is a bit of the Walt Whitman poem "Song of Myself." Has the tell-tale moon and stars, of course. What is he fighting for, I wonder. And who will win?

April 8, 2024 10:35 p.m. BST

"I looked around then for a reason When there wasn't something more to blame it on But, if time makes a difference while we're gone Tell me now, and I won't be hanging on"

These are lyrics from The Eagles' "Train Leaves Here This Morning." Maybe feeling defeated? He's about to leave to go to Japan with TR. When someone mentions in replies that this isn't a happy song (it's not. it's about one of the band members going through a divorce), LK replies: "Or, you could see it as a gateway to happiness. Sometimes the path to joy needs some pruning, and leaving things behind." Then someone else replies, "This is how it has to be though, right?" And LK responds, "I mean... no? Nothing really has to be anything; new things wash up on the shore, seasons pass, gardens flourish and die. Life is ever fluctuating. But also, it's just a great Eagles song." That's some true blue Aquarius shit right there. LOL. Another tidbit from the replies, he likes "Idaho" and "Words" by Gregory Alan Isakov.

April 12, 2024 8:30 p.m. BST / 4:30 a.m. JST

"Take a second, take a minute, take a mile Run the routes, light it up, enjoy the highs"

Probably in Japan?

April 19, 2024 12:31 p.m. BST

"Certified member of The Tortured Poets Department now."

And so it begins, again. Comments in the replies that he's feeling "tortured and poetic." Says he can't pick a favorite track yet.

April 25, 2024 7 p.m. BST

"I won't sit here and wax poetic to try and untangle the way we've crossed each other's firing range"

Sure, Jan. In his replies, he says he's currently inspired by "my life, my fears, my loves, my losses, in no particular order." Also says his current favorite TTPD track, "Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus" "has [his] heart."

April 26, 2024 12:35 a.m. BST

"Love is no more Than the wide blossom which the wind assails, Than the great tide that treads the shifting shore, strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales"

Already wrote about this here. My dude here is IN IT. He sarcastically says he's feeling "dazzling," and when asked who he's dancing with he replies, "Myself, my closet skeletons, and my wandering mind!" Cool night, LK. Sounds like a blast!

April 29, 2024 10:55 p.m. BST

"I used your old toothbrush to clean out my keep cup I suppose that's the way things are right now"

A keep up. So, who's toothbrush we talking about here?

April 30, 2024 1:01 a.m. "What are our vices for today?"

I've already posted about how very, very well he's doing.

May 3, 2024 12:30 a.m. "When the garden leaves blow and you jump out your skin once the shock starts to go that's when solitude sets in"

Already posted about this one, too. Tayrry no more?

May 9, 2024 10:40 p.m. BST

"I should think most of my problems are solvable by feeling the sun's warmth and the sparkle of the stars."

He did pop up in a couple spots in London (a cab, dinner and the ballet) the next day with a nice tan! I'd hoped he'd been to Paris, but it was overcast and not very warm there. Maybe he was just laying out in the Heath taking it easy (and maybe texting someone??). In his replies, he seems in quite a good mood and talks about getting high to write. He also replies to a commenter who asked, "Are you watching TTPD livestream from Paris?" LK said, "I had hoped she would come to Eroda. Granted, it would be a lot more intimate than she's used to..." Cheeky, bugger.

May 17, 2024 3:25 p.m. BST

"Would you be angry? At the cruelty of history Fading away the stories we penned For slamming the dot at the end.

Here's how I interpret this: LK is asking the muse, would you be angry at history if it decided this was it for us? If this was where it decided our story ended? In his replies, LK also mentions he’s been doing some “embroidery.” This reminds me of the line in “loml,” “we embroidered the time of when I was away, stitching ‘we were just kids, babe.’” Perhaps LK is musing about memories today. He also says in response to the question “May I ask you what you would change about your past, what do you like about your present and what would you like get in your future?” “I guess there's not much point in thinking about changing the past, and I love the love I have right now, and in the future l'd like to keep that love.” In Haylor news, rumors are that Tayrry has split. Taylor is about to play night one in Stockholm after spending time with TK in Italy and Harry is unseen (rumor is he's out of London doing a photoshoot--perhaps for HS4, I hope!).

May 19, 2023

#haylor #lighthouse keeper #erodas lighthouse

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 1 year

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Naoto Tachibana top 10 moments!

10. Let's kick off the list with something simple but important, Naoto naming the time leaps. He's the one who helped Takemichi come up with the name, who knows without him we could all be calling them time jumps or something.

9. Trying to prepare Takemichi for the past by giving him toman knowledge. Look Naoto tried, he really tried and it's not his fault that Takemichi seemingly forgot literally everything.

8. Turning up to talk to Takemichi at like midnight, this poor child probably just wanted to sleep but still went outside to see Takemichi when he called and then just witnessed him having a mental breakdown while getting 0 explanation at all, he must've been so confused.

7. Trying desperately to get Takemichi and Hina to actually talk in the future. I'm sure he regretted his decision when he realised how awkward it was but at least he tried to help them.

6. Holding Takemichi's hand, come on did anyone not laugh here?

5. The time he gave Takemichi a much needed pep talk in the bad toman timeline. Takemichi was losing it here, he was ready to give up and had basically lost faith in himself. Luckily Naoto was there to give him a much needed hug and encourage him to keep going. Story might've ended here without him.

4. Being prepared to sacrifice his happy future for Takemichi's and Mikey's happiness. We don't talk about this enough but this is such a big deal for Naoto. After everything he's seen and been through he finally gets a happy future but when Takemichi begs him to shake hands again so he can go back to help Mikey he reluctantly agrees. Even though he knows doing this literally puts the whole happy future at risk. It doesn't actually work but Naoto was willing to give it up for Takemichi.

3. Dying for Takemichi, I don't think this requires much more of an explanation.

2. Dedicates his whole life to saving his sister. He literally studied and worked hard his whole life just to become a detective which he then spent all his time studying gangs so he could understand toman just to save Hina. Years of his life spent trying to save her, he doesn't get mentioned enough when we talk about the best tr siblings.

1. Continously believing and not giving up on Takemichi. I've said it before and I'll say it again the whole plot happened and everyone got saved because of Naoto. He's the one who first asked Takemichi to save Hina and is the one providing constant support and knowledge about the future. Takemichi never would've succeeded without him, Naoto's so important.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers spoilers #tachibana naoto #naoto tachibana

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all yours. part 5

GR x fem!reader

find the other parts on my ✨masterlist✨

hello yes i am somehow back thirstier than ever. george is so hot, how very british of him hahah temp joke lol thank you sm for the love on the other parts of this series, i’m so 🥹🥹🥹 @ all of you. the power of george sexiness unites us. n e wayz, enjoy, i hope y’all like this, feedback is always appreciated n all that <33 ily

(i’m not gonna lie, formatting got a bit weird so apologies. also the timeline does jump around a bit but i hope it all tracks lmao <3)

in which things in your relationship with george progress.

warnings: 18+ pls and thank u!! SMUT SMUT SMUTTTTT, fluff bc they are my favs perhaps ever, language, them being bitchy and horny (same tbh)

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half a week in paris came to its bittersweet end. the hungarian grand prix was fast approaching, as was the relief inducing summer break. perhaps not as relieving as it usually felt, but that was because you didn’t know how you were spending it and didn’t know how to ask. how were you supposed to ask george if he wanted to spend three weeks with you after he’d just gone all out on a quick pause in the schedule and whisked you away from le castellet to paris?

it was perfect. monday to wednesday, you walked through the warm streets, living your best, fashion indulged, life. bread, coffee, long walks down the seine. and to top it all off, george was by your side. the fact that you’d managed to contain yourselves and only have wild, untameable, toe curling sex at night in your shared hotel room, as opposed to at any given moment, was rather telling to you. he’d meant what he’d said in his bed back in london.

when you woke up in george’s bed, you’d expected a million thoughts to cross your mind. you’d expected to wriggle awkwardly out of his grasp, that was if he still even had his hands on you. you’d expected to roll over and hear words that meant ‘this is fun, let’s just keep it like this - quick fuck in austria?’ you’d expected the words breathed across the pillow, whispered delicately in your ear the night before, the ones that had this faint echo of feelings and love and delicate things, would be brushed away, off the side of the bed and onto the cream carpet below, to be trodden away into nothingness as you haphazardly redressed and got the fuck out of there.

sure, there was a connection. there was a something that you were suddenly desperate to turn into an everything. he seemed to want that too. that’s what he’d suggested to you as we held you, fingers stroking the back of your arm as he lulled you to sleep. but you could never be sure of these things.

so, when you’d eventually braved it and rolled over, the arms still around you tightening to keep you close, you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. you could suddenly breathe a lot easier when you settled onto your other side and stared at him while he stared at you. sleepy blue eyes, the most beautiful lashes you’d ever seen dusting his cheeks as he blinked away sleep. he was smiling a lazy, effortless, heavenly smile, one that made you brush his cheek, cupping it. you couldn’t help but smile when he turned into your touch. soon, without any words needing to be spoken, you were against his chest, ear pressed against his heartbeat, a therapeutic sound.

“what are you up to today?” george broke the comfortable silence.

“gotta start getting ready for austria.” you’d hummed in response, eyes still shut, cheek still pressed to his chest.

“fancy having some breakfast with me, first?” george asked, oh so smooth. you opened your eyes and looked up at him.

“yeah? and then what? ‘see you in austria?’” you smirked, words accusing, playful, bold.

he didn’t look at all fazed by your words, even though he understood you perfectly.

“did you not hear what i said last night?” he replied, answering your question with a question. “you know, for someone who does words for a living, you don’t seem to trust them.”

“it’s not words that i don’t trust, it’s the people who say them.” you kept your cool. the conversation was still light, as light as it could be. your smirk was daring him, encouraging him to say what you needed to hear, which was fine because you knew he wanted to say it too.

“do you trust me?” george’s lips quirked upwards, already so assured of himself. sexy.

“i do.” you replied cooly, as if it was such a casual thing to admit, and not the one thing at the root of all of your past relationship malfunctions. trust was a tricky thing. but you did trust him, a daunting amount for something that still amounted to nothing at that point in time, something teetering on the edge of being beautiful.

“i want to see where this goes. i want you. this is more than what it started out as.” george’s simple words rolled off of his tongue with such conviction that you thought you would melt into the mattress.

“good.” you breathed, smirk morphing into a gentle smile. “want this too.”

“good.” he teased you, copying your coy response. “so, breakfast?” he persisted.

“sure.”

“but first…” he trailed off, eyes a deeper shade of blue as he pulled you in for a kiss. it was firm but sweet, and so, so intoxicating.

he’d pressed you into the mattress and slotted between your legs with a comfortable ease. a sense of belonging. you were both naked already anyway, so you may as well have made the most of it. you were ready for him and he was just as ready for you, groaning in sync as he lost himself inside of you.

it was different. he proved to you that he didn’t need bells and whistles to get you right where he wanted you. he proved that he didn’t need to whisper filth in your ear, or hold you against a wall with his hand wrapped around your throat, or bend you over the end of the bed and fuck you into the mattress to make you shake. george could do it just as well like this. body pressed tightly to yours, lips on your neck, one hand squeezing your hip and the other gripping your thigh, keeping you spread for him. when he’d kissed you as you both hit your peaks, you knew you were a goner.

austria had come and gone, quite smoothly, if you said so yourself. you managed to keep things professional, bar a quickie between fp1 and fp2 in what you could only assume was a storage cupboard. you shared room service in his hotel room, away from prying eyes, and fell asleep in his arms, after coming to the conclusion that this was definitely exclusive, whilst still lacking a formal label.

it had been a bit harder to behave in france. as you’d interviewed him, legs pressed together as tightly as they could be, you’d unleashed hell on him. you were always a tease, you both knew it, but something about the way he looked under the southern french sunshine had brought out your devilish side.

you’d interviewed him three times across the expanse of the weekend, necklines getting progressively lower as you leaned into the barrier that separated you both, your cleavage making it hard for him to form a coherent thought, let alone answer important questions. you were having the time of your life, watching his eyes flicker every which way.

george, however, was not having as much fun, a fact he made very apparent as he completely unsubtly dragged you through the mercedes hospitality suite. you were wide eyed the whole way, lucky that there was some kind of drama happening that kept everyone busy, very few people caring that you were there, his hand around your wrist. as a journalist, you should have been the first to know what chaos had erupted at mercedes, but it was hard to care when george was fucking you against his door.

“you need to fucking behave.” he’d grunted as you both came right there, his hand covering your mouth to stop the noises spilling from your lips.

once you were both calm, breath regained, he’d smiled down at you and kissed you. it was needy and romantic and it felt so good. you were breathless once more as you pulled away, wishing him good luck for the impending race. another quick peck, and you were out the door, a disheveled mess doing a great job of looking put together as you navigated your way out of the hospitality, somewhere you definitely were not allowed to be, the very definition of incognito.

george had placed well, another podium under his belt and he was beaming, glancing at you every now and then as he gave an interview. just as he’d been about to make his way over to you, on too much of a high to be worried about your teasing that he knew you wouldn’t have stopped, he watched you get called away from the pen. he tried to hide his disappointment as he landed in front of your colleague, answering their questions instead of your borderline inappropriate ones. it simply wasn’t as thrilling as talking to you.

he was itching to find you and get you away from this headache inducing track. time alone was needed and he had things to ask you. it was only later, back at the hotel, when he finally got you alone again. you were mid-kiss in your hotel room, somewhere between the door and the bed, when he’d mumbled a question against your lips, breaking away from you ever so slightly.

“are you busy this week?” he watched your eyes flutter open at the sound of his voice. mere centimetres separated you as you looked at him.

“don’t know if you’ve forgotten, but we need to go to hungary.” you quirked an eyebrow, moving to rejoin your lips when he laughed lightly.

“don’t need to be there until wednesday.” he replied.

“well, maybe you don’t, but i-“

“you don’t need to be there either, my love.” you were looking at him oddly, confused as to what he was actually trying to say.

“my flight is tomorrow night.”

“cancel it.”

“george, what are you on about?”

“come to paris with me?”

“you’re insane.”

“what? it’s paris, not the ninth circle of hell.” he joked.

“you want me to come to paris with you?”

“pretty sure that’s what i said, yes.” you pushed his shoulder at his bluntness.

“why?”

“want to spend some time with my girl.” my girl. god, he had you right where he wanted you, and you were happy to be there.

and before you knew it, you were in paris.

you hadn’t known what to expect from him, but that man sure as hell knew what he was doing. he held your hand, walking through the cobblestone streets, in the back of taxis, over the table at dinner. george so effortlessly made you happy, and you were worried about how easy this all felt. it was amazing what a denied orgasm in the hallway on a yacht could lead to. this entire situation, relationship, whatever it was, had sprung on you out of nowhere, and yet, you were happier than you had been in a long, long time. and so, you let the free fall begin.

you’d been walking down a narrow parisian street, a couple of steps ahead of george, his long legs easily keeping up with you, when he’d suddenly stopped. a quick tug on your wrist and you were spiralling around and into his awaiting arms. your hands landed on his chest to steady yourself, glaring at him for throwing you off balance. he just smiled down at you, something in his eyes as you fisted the material of his striped shirt.

“hi.” he murmured.

“what are you doing?” you asked, somewhere between confusion and annoyance.

“feel like making things official?” the smile pulled harder at the corner of his lips and you found yourself smiling back, grinning uncontrollably. it was random, out of nowhere, perfect.

“how official?” you teased, tilting your head in mock confusion.

“will you be my girlfriend?”

you scrunched up your face, pretending to think for a second, tiny smirk still gracing your features. he sighed playfully, hands cupping your face as he dipped down and kissed you. it was dizzying, his touch and his taste, a deadly combination. when he’d pulled away your smile had not faltered.

“yeah, i suppose…” you confirmed, a bit breathless but still hell bent on taking the piss.

“you suppose?” he raised his eyebrows, shaking his head slightly.

“i suppose.” there was nothing to stop you from kissing him, your boyfriend, again, and so you did.

again and again and again.

the hungaroring was one of your favourite tracks on the calendar. you loved coming to hungary and visiting budapest, enjoying the country in the build up to a hectic weekend. you and george had plenty to attend to, briefings, meetings, walk throughs with your respective teams. you had features to film and notes to take, whilst he conversed with his engineers and walked the track.

the busyness of the the weekend made spending time together a bit harder than it had been. it was the last race before the summer break, potentially a turning point in the season, and it demanded a lot of attention. george had tried to convince you to let him drive you to the track as a way to spend a bit more time together, making up plenty of excuses that you could use “if” you were caught. you’d given him a look, one that asked “really?”. “if” you were caught?

that was the first time you’d gotten a glimpse of how hard this would be. being with him, that seemed like the easy part, but you needed to come to terms with the fact that your relationship was a secret. a very big, very serious secret. one that could lose you your job. journalists and drivers hooked up all the time, of that you were certain. it was only natural, all of you being in the same place weekend after weekend, but relationships? nearly unheard of. a logistical disaster.

plenty of people may have been aware of the unabashed flirting that seemed to take place every single time, without fail, that you interviewed george, but that was all they needed to know.

but there was no smoke without fire.

you watched the hungarian grand prix on the edge of your seat.

your eyes were fixed on george’s lap times, his pace and excellence the only consistent part of another chaotic race. how wrong you’d been to ever doubt him. when the chequered flag finally fell, a hard earned p2 secured for your boyfriend, you could finally breathe. you could only watch from afar, transfixed on the way he practically glowed as he got out of his car. that win was getting closer and closer.

you had to tear yourself away from the corner of parc ferme, instantly missing the sight of the radiant man that would undoubtedly be on top of you within the next few hours. you watched him on the podium from the back of the crowd. he was only inches away from being on that top step, spraying the champagne until he was as drenched as you knew you were.

you scurried away, as soon as the green tinted bottles were emptied, needing a moment dedicated to composure before you had to go and start your media round. you didn’t know how you would be able to focus on nineteen other men when there was only one on your mind.

the chaotic nature of the race meant that everyone had something important to detail and suddenly, you were faced with a band of drivers huddled together in the centre of the pen, each diving for a reporter as soon as one became available. you tried to keep an eye out for your boyfriend but it was impossible to have your attention directed every which way.

when he finally arrived, sauntering in with a smirk, still covered in champagne, your mouth had momentarily gone dry. you’d quickly cleared your throat, redirecting your attention to… lando? yeah, it was lando, driver number four now looking at you with confusion, waiting to see if you actually had any questions for him.

“thank you for your time. great race.” you spluttered at lando, wondering, as his eyebrows drew together, if he actually did have a great race. you couldn’t be sure of much, only that you wanted to throw yourself at george and climb him like a fucking tree.

as lando walked away, he was quickly replaced by yuki, and then lance, and then esteban, and then, just when you thought you were going to go insane, pierre jumped in. for once, he didn’t look borderline furious post race, so you assumed he’d had a decent race. a quick glance at your notes confirmed this, and you listened to him talk, or, more accurately, flirt away.

it was always harmless with pierre, the both of you knew it, but that french charm, and your knack for being a bit more devious than your contract required was a delicious combination on camera. you weren’t in the mood, far more interested in the tall british man standing behind pierre with a smirk on his face that dared you to keep him waiting even longer. you were hit with a sense of deja vu. you’d been in this position before.

“congratulations, pierre. great result.” you did not purr at him like you usually did, not as bold as you once were, but pierre was too happy to care and answered your questions, eyes a bit more than shameless as they wandered your body as you tried to lay on just a tad of your usual charm, before he was bounding away, onto the next.

you let out a shaky breath as george stepped towards you, aching to finally speak to him, congratulate him. so when a wild sebastian vettel appeared, clearly in a rush, jumping right in front of george, who would never argue with his fellow gpda director, you almost felt like punching him. but it was seb and therefore, you never would. maybe if christian horner parked himself in front of you…

you and seb chatted away for a few minutes, and when you looked up, british racing green and messy blonde hair no longer blocking your view, george was gone.

you were walking through the paddock, wrapping up your segment when you saw him watching you, subtle enough that he wasn’t necessarily watching you to others, but you knew that he definitely was. you didn’t allow yourself to falter, finishing off and having a quick word with your producer before you trailed over to him.

“do you have some time for me now, sweetheart?” george was as condescending as ever, his tone the very one that always sent a shiver down your spine. you knew you were gonna get it, and god, did you want it.

“you know how it is.” you shrugged casually, as if you were not on the verge of dropping to your knees in the middle of the paddock.

“i do. i know how important everyone else is.”

“george-“

“tell me, my love, do you talk to them the same way you talk to me?”

you knew his game and you knew it well.

“depends.”

“on?” he challenged.

“whether or not you’re watching.” you smiled, sickly sweet.

it was true. you were far more inclined to put on a show if you knew george was watching, wishing it was him. you usually wished the same thing.

“now, are you gonna meet me at the hotel? or are you gonna stand here and deny us both?” you continued, wetting your lips with the tip of your tongue, his eyes fixated on your mouth.

“maybe later. got a briefing to go to, people to speak to.” oh so that was how he was going to play it.

“bastard.” you whispered, grinning up at him, nothing but lust and a dash of something softer in your eyes. you both enjoyed the chase.

“wish i could kiss you.” he mumbled, mirroring the look on your face. you hummed in response.

“maybe later.” you scoffed, turning on your heel and strutting away. you heard the breath he let out, followed by a low laugh. it seemed that you both had each other right where you’d wanted.

a couple of hours had passed and you’d made no effort to go to george’s hotel room. if he wanted to tease, he knew you could do it too, just as well, if not better. you planted yourself on your mattress, scrolling mindlessly through your phone wearing nothing but a GR63 t-shirt, one he’d given you as a joke, and your underwear. you had no doubt that he was expecting you a few floors up, but there was no way in hell that you would break first. come hell or high water, you would not leave this room.

he had started this, and as far as you were concerned, he could finish it.

you only had to wonder how long this little game of his would last for about eleven and a half minutes before the first text came through.

‘where are you?’

you read it and left him hanging. within less than a minute you saw the grey bubble pop up. he stopped and started typing about four times before another message landed on your screen.

‘come here.’

you smirked down at the screen, laying back against the pillows. your hair was fanned out across the overly fluffed cushion and you raised your phone above your head. with a coy smile on your face, you snapped the picture, t shirt pulled tight against your chest to accentuate what george was missing out on.

the picture sent, accompanied by a straight to the point ‘no’.

you could practically hear his groan of annoyance.

‘come on, darling. you know you want to see me.’

‘wanted to see you earlier and you ignored me, baby. guess i’m just gonna have to entertain myself.’

‘don’t you fucking dare.’

‘don’t worry babe, it’s not like i’m going to find pierre.’

you knew you’d accomplished what you’d set out to achieve when he’d stopped replying. you stood from the bed, lazily removing the t-shirt, quickly followed by your underwear, all of your garments mapping out the way to the door. when he knocked, fists banging against the door with a sense of desperation, you felt a shiver run down your spine.

you swung the door open, hip jutting out as you leant against the frame, watching in delight as his jaw fell open. george quickly ushered you further into the room, door slammed carelessly behind him as he stalked towards you.

“what the fuck are you playing at, hmm? do you want everyone else to see what’s mine?” he asked, voice oddly calm, only a slight edge to it. he was creeping closer and closer while you backed away, hips swaying.

“just waiting for you to stop being a prick and fuck me.” you crooned, coming to a stop between the edge of your bed and the mirror on the wall, looking up at him through your lashes.

his eyes narrowed.

“maybe i’m just waiting for my girlfriend to stop flirting with every other driver in the paddock so that i can fuck her.”

“what can i say, babe, it’s part of the job.” you smirked. “you enjoy it too.”

“yeah,” he closed the gap between you, grabbing at your hips. “like it when it’s me.” he dipped down, kissing your collarbone. “and i get to watch you get all flustered,” more kisses trailed up your neck until he reached your sweet spot, a place he’d become very well acquainted with over the last couple of months. “and you beg me to fuck you after because you need me so bad.” he squeezed your hips.

“not such a big fan of watching you entertain every other fucker,” finally, george bit down, marking the spot he’d been kissing so delicately. “especially when you know i’m so much better.” he soothed the bite with him tongue, pulling away from your neck to kiss you. he controlled the pace, firm and slow against your lips, fingers cupping your face.

your eyes fluttered open as he pulled away, spinning you around and pulling you flush against his chest. you could see yourself in the mirror, his hands on your body, head resting in the crook of your neck.

“look at you,” he mumbled. “always ready for me. don’t even have to ask you, do i, sweetheart?” his words whispered in your ear went straight to your cunt, your body relaxing into his as you let him hold you up. you could feel yourself turning to jelly and you knew that this was only the beginning.

“just want to be good for you, baby.” you nodded along with his words, looking at him in the mirror. he laughed lowly, humourlessly, but that bastard smirk was still plastered all over his face.

“don’t fucking lie.” one of george’s hands found it’s way up your body, pinching your nipple before it found it’s home at the base of your neck. he applied the smallest amount of pressure, just enough to let you know he was there, control resting in the palm of his hand.

you were wide eyed, ass pressing against his crotch as you tried to alleviate some of the pressure building between your legs. he noticed, the hand on your hip coming down quickly on your ass, a sharp smack, not too hard but definitely affective. you stopped your grinding, quivering against him.

“c’mon baby, know i only want you.” you wondered if half-arsed flattery would get you anywhere, all the nerves in your body standing on end as you stared ahead, watching him touch you without any relief.

“really, sweetheart? are you sure about that?”

“you know i am.” you rocked back against him again, trying to prove a point while your body moved of its own accord. “please, george. all yours.” you begged.

“all mine?” he hummed, grip on your neck tightening. your eyes closed once again, feeling flushed. “hey, look at me.” and you did, quickly snapping them back open. “you’re going to watch, okay?”

that was all you could do, watch, as his hand left your hip, cupping your breast. you threw your head back, watching through hooded eyes as he pulled at your nipple, leaving the skin pebbled before he moved onto the next. his hand moved all over your skin, fingertips grazing the valley of your breasts and the soft skin of your stomach. you went slack in his arms as he teased over your hipbone, quickly reaching the crease where your leg met your body.

“spread your legs, darling, just like that.” george murmured. “now this, this is all mine.” you were squirming as he ran a single digit through your folds, barely grazing your soaked pussy, but applying enough pressure to leave you tingling. “no one else gets to touch you here,” he continued, piercing blue eyes staring right at you in the glass. he spread you open with his fingers, the lightest of circles being rubbed into you clit. “and even if they could, it wouldn’t feel as good, would it, baby?”

he was evil, so beautifully evil as he put you through pure torture. you were fighting to keep your eyes open, spurred on by the sinful way he was watching you.

“never as good as you.” you gasped out, arching your back into him as he plunged a finger inside of you.

“there she is, there’s my good girl.” he laughed lightly against your shoulder, the sensation against your skin setting you on fire.

“george, i can’t, please. need you, baby.” you were embarrassingly close to the edge and he’d done objectively nothing apart from feel you up and whisper some filth in your ear. you were down bad.

“not sure that you’ve learnt your lesson yet, sweetheart.” the patronising tone he spoke with made your thighs clench around his hand, his hand around your neck instantly tightening once more.

“let me show you. wanna make you feel good.” you whined, rushing your words.

you didn’t miss the way he groaned softly, feeling him tense up against you. he pulled his fingers out of you, hand dropping from your neck. you felt a rush of excitement, despite the sudden lack of touch, as he walked backwards, sitting down at the end of the bed.

“on your knees, darling.” you dropped down immediately. “that’s it, come here.”

you crawled the short distance to him and settled between his long spread legs, your hands grazing his thighs. he quickly took off his shirt, throwing it somewhere behind you.

“open your mouth, baby.” he told you, bringing his fingers to your lips. you obeyed, swirling your tongue over his digits, licking yourself off of him. he sucked in a breath, watching you suck his fingers clean as he freed himself from his jeans and his boxers with his other hand. he pulled his fingers away from you, staring you right in the eyes as your hand wrapped around his cock.

“gonna take it all, sweetheart? show me just how much you love my cock?” he groaned, cupping your cheek as you kitten licked the tip.

a few swirls of your tongue and you were bobbing your head on him, taking him in as far as you could. your tongue dragged over the vein on the underside and his hand, once soft on your cheek, tangled in your hair, holding you down on his cock. an experimental buck of his hips had you moaning around him, and one look in your tear brimmed eyes almost had him cumming on the spot.

“fucking hell,” he moaned. “how could i ever doubt you when you’re such a fucking slut for me?”

as soon as the words left his mouth, he was pulling you off of him, hand in your hair dragging you up and back onto your feet. you were stood between his legs, a mixture of saliva and him spilling from the corner of your mouth. you were a complete mess, and so was he, but somehow he looked far more composed.

you didn’t waste a single second, one leg kneeling on the bed, the other swinging over his waist until you were straddling him. his hands were on your ass, holding you firm against him as you began your slow grind.

“believe me now? i’m all yours, george.” you muttered, hips bucking against his own. “and this,” you dragged your cunt over his cock, gliding against where he was still so hard for you. “is all fucking mine.”

“all yours.” george flashed you that smile, that fucking smile, and you lost it. you didn’t care that he was in charge, whatever that meant, you were past the point of needy, on the cusp of sheer fucking desperation, and so you took what was yours.

you were soaked, absolutely dripping after what felt like hours of his teasing, a fact that became deliciously apparent as you sunk down on him. he was so big, big enough that you felt the stretch, but you were past the point of caring, rocking backwards and forwards on him like the world was going to end. it could, for all you cared, as you disappeared into the pleasure.

he did absolutely nothing to assist you, basking in the view of his girlfriend fucking herself on him. it was a pride thing, his point well and truly proven. you were ruined for anyone else.

“does it feel good, darling? fucking yourself on my cock?” all you could do was throw your head back in response, whining as he bucked his hips to meet yours.

george could feel you clenching, could feel how close you were, leaning forward to lap at your tits, sucking on one nipple while his fingers rolled the other.

“i’m gonna- fuck.” your broken moans had him pulling away from your chest to look up at you.

his thumb ran over your chin, collecting what was left of him, slipping it in your mouth. you lapped his juices off of his digit as your orgasm hit, maintaining dangerous eye contact that you knew would dare him fuck you even harder.

you were right.

within seconds of your first orgasm easing off, you were on your back, and he was ramming into you so hard, so fast, headboard slamming against the hotel wall.

“fuck, you’re so good. gonna be the death of me.” george groaned, eliciting a whimper from you. “no one else can fuck you like this, right darling? no one.”

you had no way to respond, apart from the string of cries of his name, a perfect symphony.

his fingers ghosted over your clit in such a way that you felt an instant rush, something different.

“george,” you warned. “oh my god, i’m gonna, you’re gonna make me-“ your words fell short, not able to prepare him. one more hit against your spot, timed perfectly with his fingers against your swollen clit, and you were cumming again, but it didn’t stop there. your eyes clamped shut, toes curling as your heels dug into his ass. you might have screamed, you couldn’t be sure. all you knew was that george was absolutely covered in you when you opened your eyes, abs glistening, dripping.

“holy fucking-“ he couldn’t finish his sentence, quickly following in your footsteps. the moan he let out was carnal, guttural, drenched in lust as he came.

when he sat back on his haunches, breathing still heavy, his wild eyes met your wide ones.

“haven’t done that in a while, congrats russell.” you breathed, smiling lazily up at him.

“you’re-“ he didn’t know what to say, grinning down at you, head shaking in disbelief. his eyes trailed over the mess you’d made, the remnants of which coated your lower bodies. “something else entirely.”

you giggled, but not for long. george decided that he wasn’t quite done with you yet, thighs pinned to the bed as he dipped down, tongue working through your overstimulated folds. he hummed into your pussy, pulling away for a brief second.

“we’re gonna make you do that again.”

your head fell back against the pillow as his tongue dragged over your glistening inner thigh.

you were in for a long, long night.

long story short, he did get you to do it again, and george had unlocked a new kink. an evening well spent, in your opinion.

somehow, he’d managed to peel you off of the drenched mattress, coaxing you gently into the shower, strong arms wrapped around you to hold you up.

you were stood under the warm water, letting it cascade over you both. you were tucked into him, head against his chest, arms around his waist. he loomed over you, resting his chin on the top of your head. every few moments, he would kiss your forehead, your eyes closing softly in pure contentment. what a pleasure, to be wrapped up in his embrace.

“you’re amazing.” he whispered into the humid, echoey air.

you had to tilt your head back to look up at him. you summoned the strength to pull yourself onto your tip toes, pecking his lips sweetly, once, twice, again and again.

“think you’re pretty cool too, you know.” you mumbled against his mouth, kissing his pillowy bottom lip one last time, before returning to your usual height.

he somehow held you closer, running a hand over your wet hair, pushing it out of your eyes. as his touch sent goosebumps over your warm skin, you found yourself brave enough to ask him what you’d wanted to since paris.

“am i going to see you over the summer break?” you whispered, peering up to look at him through damp eyelashes, greeted by a soft, thoughtful smile.

“sweetheart, i don’t want to leave your side.” so that’s what it felt like when your heart skipped a beat. “i can’t wait to be away from all of this, the cameras, the politics, so that we can actually spend time together again.”

“like paris everyday?” you asked, smiling tiredly against his chest. the goosebumps were gone, chased away by the warmth of his precious words.

“exactly, darling.”

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐅 - mitsuya t. x model!fem!reader

syn: you tell your designer you're stressed for your show—he takes it upon himself to help.

⌗ bonten timeline. f!fingering. dirty talk. unprotected. f!creampie. hand job. hair pulling/tugging. praise. pet names (baby, pretty girl, princess, etc) WC: 2k+

an: bear with me i have no idea how fashion shows work or what models actually do rip enjoy! credits to @loisuke and @megumi-divine for beta!!! @tokyometronetwork

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a single drop of sweat rolls down the side of your face as a result of the anxiety and the nerves finally settling in.

the room feels suffocating, like all the air has been completely sucked out of it—leaving you breathless and the fabric of your shirt sticking to you uncomfortably. It’s hot; cramped and the atmosphere is thick around you.

In the distance the crowd roars, the sound loud as people cheer and clap for the upcoming event. booming screams fill the space of the venue as the host welcomes all from different places around the world meeting here for this special night.

the night of your life—a night that would decide the path of the rest of your career as an upcoming model. the night of your debut.

as soon as you stepped into the backstage a few hours earlier, you watched as teams came in and out of the fitting rooms, designers speaking to models and some making last-minute adjustments to the gowns that would be worn. you wonder if it'll always be like this. always be this busy, and crowded and loud and—

you’re snapped back into reality when he groans in your ear, the sound deep and rough sends shivers down your body.

this wasn’t the first thing in mind when you told your designer, mitsuya, that you needed something to help you calm your nerves—but you can’t deny it isn't something that you’ve dreamt about before.

you think of the way he’s always such a gentleman to you and others around you. how he always treats people with kindness but isn't afraid to put someone in their place when they overstep. In the few months you’ve worked with him, he never fails to make your heart flutter with the way he's always hardworking and thorough with the things he does.

you get lost with the way he kisses down the column of your neck, stopping shortly to suck and lightly bite at the skin.

“… this isn't what I envisioned when you said you'd get me out of my head..” you laugh nervously, trying to conceal the hidden need that continues to grow inside you.

“Mm, well you seem like you're enjoying this,” he teases, looking down at you with his signature smirk plastered on his face. the hand on your hip tightens and you squirm in his hold, suddenly feeling too embarrassed by his gaze, you can't bring yourself to reply.

the room you're both in is private, located past the backstage and main fitting rooms and away from all the people outside. it has a single vanity with lights surrounding it and a couch stuffed into a corner. other than that, it's pretty empty.

“you said you needed stress relief..” he murmurs, one of his knees makes its way between your thighs, pushing up against your clothed cunt and you whine slightly at the stimulation. he forces you to back up into the wall behind you, “i’m here to give you that.”

your hands scramble to steady yourself, one grabbing onto his shoulder and the other threads through his perfectly dyed locks, you tug at the hair when he bites a bit too harshly on the skin of your neck, ”you gonna let me take care of it?”

you can only nod as an answer, unable to muster up the courage to look him in the eye. he flusters you so easily, everything about him makes you grow hot, and his effortlessness only feeds into your growing need for him.

he chuckles, bringing one hand to tilt your chin up so you're forced to look at him, lips slightly brushing against each other, “mitsuya…”

he's already kissing you before you get to say anything, hard and demanding. his hot tongue parts your lips and you let him freely explore your mouth—tongues wrestling for dominance.

soft like butter, his lips press harder into yours, chasing and wanting to taste more of you. his body slides over yours, almost completely in contact—and you hum in satisfaction at the feeling of the stiff tent growing in his pants.

he's hard and needy under the layers of clothes he wears. his jeans doing little to nothing to cover his growing bulge. it sends waves of heat down to your core, and you grind yourself down onto his thigh in search of some relief.

“...takashi,” you whisper, you ache from the lack of stimulation, “touch me—please” staring into his violet orbs, you think you could get lost in the way his eyes glint under the light, always so soft and entrancing.

“you don't need to ask me, baby,” fingers finding the zipper of your jeans and tugging it down, only pulling away for you to completely rip them off.

he acts quickly at the sight of your bear legs, “so fucking soft,” murmuring and groping the flesh at back of your thighs harshly, his nose drags up your neck, cheek brushing against your own.

“oh, shit,” you shudder as his fingers trace slowly over your clothed cunt, rubbing you back and forth through the fabric—feeling the damp spot grow under his touch.

he overwhelms your senses in more ways than one, unable to keep your head up any longer, you bury your face into his chest—taking a deep breath and noticing the lingering scent of the cologne on his shirt.

“right—right there!” you gasp as his fingers run over a specific spot, catching your sensitive clit in the process.

you whine at the loss of contact when he moves his fingers to the band of your panties, “can i?” he looks at you, eyes wide and filled with lust—asking for permission.

your grip on him tightens, “please,”

the stress is long gone by now, the only thing going through your mind is how you want to be fucked silly by the man right in front of you.

you follow the movement of his adams apple as it bobs when he swallows, jaw slightly tense and his breathing shallow.

you gasp when the cold rings on his fingers make contact with your bare pussy, wet and slippery as they run up and down. he keeps eye contact with you, watching you as you squirm and moan, your hands fisting the front of his shirt. and god, does he badly want to be inside you right now—feeling you, and pounding into you. it's so hard to resist the urge to just take you right then and there. his dick strains against the confines of his pants, aching to be touched.

the slick makes it easier for him to thrust two of his fingers inside you, immediately curling and reaching upwards. “oh-oh my god, fuck!” you cry out, throwing your head back in pleasure, drunk on the way his fingers make you feel. it's too good, he makes you feel too good.

it's as if he knows exactly what you need, exactly the spot that gets you moaning louder and gripping him tighter. he smirks. he's got you exactly where he wants you.

the heel of his palm rubs over your clit every time he plunges his fingers into you, the sounds of your cunt filling the room. It has your back arching and curling off the wall, crying out in pleasure—completely forgetting that there could be people listening outside.

before you could even enjoy the build up of your high, he rips his fingers away as soon as you start grinding down on them, ignoring your whine as you clench down on nothing, feeling too empty.

“don't get too greedy,” he says, whispering in your ear, “i’ll give you what you need,”

he lifts his slick-covered fingers to his lips, tongue darting out to suck and lick at them. eyes never leaving yours and you watch him clean his own fingers off, enjoying every second of it.

“c’mere,'' he says, bending down to wrap his hands around the underside of your thighs, and you take it as a signal to jump—legs straddling his waist and arms wrapped around his shoulders.

the couch is cold where he sits down on it, having you on his lap, “you gonna let me fuck the stress outta you?” he rubs your bare thighs, hands smoothing over the skin, “right on this couch, pretty girl?”

you nod shyly, biting the inside of your lip as you watch him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. the outline of his cock through his underwear makes your mouth water, there's a dark patch of wetness as his cock leaks pre from his tip. at the same time, you take this as a chance to rid yourself of the rest of your clothes, leaving you completely bare.

your eager hands quickly move to his underwear. you watch his face as you tug down the thin fabric, looking for any sign of protest before you do anything. his cock, long and hard, slips out, and he groans at the contact with cold air.

his eyes are wide and filled with lust, watching you as you bring a hand down to lightly stroke his aching length, smearing his tip with your thumb. you look so, so pretty like this—he thinks; sitting on his lap while you rub him up and down, your eyes never leaving his.

“ah–fuck, just like that,” he drops his head back, mouth open, grunting in pleasure, “such a good fucking girl,” he breathes, and it sends heat all through your body. you try and squeeze your thighs together but his sturdy legs keep them apart, restricting your movement. you really need him, you're teasing yourself with the way he looks, bucking his hips up into your palm–searching for more.

“takashi..” you impatiently whisper, and he opens his eyes to see you staring at him—eyes big and lust blown. you don't voice your request but he already knows what you're asking.

“turn over for me, baby,” he lifts you off his lap and places you down so you lay on the couch, he positions himself in between your legs. pulling away only for a second to grab his sweater from over his head and yanking it off, skin shiny as a result of the thin layer of sweat.

his body—big and muscular, littered with tattoos—covers yours once again. he uses one hand to line himself with your wet cunt, and the other is set firmly on your hip, controlling your movements.

the swollen, red tip of his head runs through your folds, and your body jolts from the sparks of pleasure, hips chasing him whenever he pulls away from your clit.

“oh-fuck, you were made for me,” he says, pushing his way into you, your soft walls making room for him. you feel yourself hold your breath as he continues to bully his cock into you, unable to form words because it—feels too fucking good.

your cunt stretches and burns, accommodating his thick length. mitsuya buries his face in your neck to muffle his groans, choosing to bite down on your skin. he stills himself inside you for a moment, breathing hard.

“you-you can move now,” you tell him quietly, raking your nails down the length of his back—touching and feeling all the muscles that flex and contract.

the slow drag of his cock against your walls pulls out moans from both of you—your thighs tighten their hold around his hips. he thrusts into you harshly, uncaring if you draw blood when your nails dig into his shoulders.

he pulls out so that only the thick head of his cock is left inside you, “feels so fuckin’” slamming back into with a groan, “good,” you cry out in pleasure, the only thing you could think of is the sensation of his cock pushing through your slippery cunt.

he lifts his head, bringing his hands to pin both of your wrists over your head, pushing them into the cushion of the couch. “stay still for me, princess,” he grunts when you start to squirm.

resting his forehead on yours, he sets a pace that has you crying in pleasure, hips slapping against yours and ignoring your pleas to slow down.

he told you he’d be fucking the stress out of you, he’s just keeping his promise.

he’s thought countless times about having you in this position, crying and begging for him while you ask for more—he kisses the tears away and whispers praises into your ear, “you’re gonna do so fucking well out there,"

“you’ve got nothin’ to worry about, baby,” his breath tickles your skin, and you turn your face so that you're looking straight at him, wordlessly asking him to kiss you.

his lips meet yours in a greedy kiss, biting and sucking on your lower lip while he keeps pumping into you. you don’t notice when he brings one hand down to toy with your clit, yelping with surprise.

“don’t stop, oh my–” you're cut off when his tongue slips into your mouth, catching your moans. he notices that you're close from the way your hips chase him when he pulls away—he keeps rubbing and tugging at your clit, watching you crumble under him.

“c-cum with me,” he cups your cheek, “now.” and you feel yourself dissolve completely in the pleasure, the coil snaps and you shudder, a moan caught in your throat as you orgasm.

mitsuya follows, feeling your walls squeeze around him. his cock throbs as he nears his high, hips stuttering and movements faltering. you just look so cute under him—babbling and whining—he realizes then, he really enjoys ruining you. he enjoys breaking you down and peeling off all your layers so you're completely bare for him.

he groans as he spills deep inside you, filling you up to the brim. you feel hot cum fills your insides and trickles out of you.

you slump back into the couch, eyes closed and trying to catch your breath. he stays still over you, hands smoothing over the bruises on your hips. a few minutes pass by in comfortable silence, when he finally speaks.

“that should have done the trick,” he says, with a smirk on his face as he watches you shy away from his gaze. he helps you clean up and put your clothes back on. you don't know how you're supposed to walk the runway when your legs feel like jelly,

but hey, at least you’re not stressed anymore, right?

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BONUS:

mitsuya watches you from where he’s sitting, a proud look on his face as you accept your award from the host. the crowd cheers and claps, but the only thing he could think of right now is how he knows his cum is slowly slipping out of your wet cunt. he thinks it's been a pretty rewarding night for the both of you.

rbs and feedback appreciated <3

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