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[dawngyu]

Girl recommend some authors plsss

Thank you in advance and have a nice day <333

it really depends on the genre you’re in the mood for, but you’re making me feel giddy just by asking about my tastes. buckle up, there’s a lot to share! im so excited to ramble about MOABLR. ><

for long fics and mind-blowing concepts, you absolutely need to check out @koqabear and @beomiracles. just open their masterlists and you’ll see the light for the first time, it’s a whole new world.

my girl @hyukascampfire writes amazing fics too, and her story heartworm is my #1 fic of all time. if you’ve read it, we’re best friends forever.

@heesmiles writes across a lot of genres, but i think she truly shines in down-to-earth, personal fics that explore everyday life. her writing feels so real and grounding, and she has this special power to make me feel like i’m truly part of the story. i’m especially excited for her newest work in progress ughh it’s a sunshine x grumpy classic, and you know that’s my favorite trope.

and if you’re in the mood for smutty fics, you have to run to @biteyoubiteme. black cherry is the goat.

you can also check out my wife, @delugyu. a part of me didn’t even want to share her and keep it to myself....but i guess i should.... she writes smut and drabbles so well, but if you really want to understand who she is as a writer, you have to read cold cursed city. that fic made me give my heart to her, and she still has it.

i also have to mention my bbg @heejamas please, please check out scott street and be happy! yeah happily ever after (NO I CRIED A LOT).

the love language series by @lovesickchoi is amazing too! everyone’s talking about it and it’s almost finished, so now’s the perfect time to dive in.

@izzyy-stuff is all about the best-friends-to-lovers trope. i read her fic out loud to her one time and i couldn’t stop giggling. it’s such a classic. and @filmsbyun’s beomgyu fics are so good, i fell into a rabbit hole....

finally, @fairyofshampgyu and her live series… i’ve been such a fan for so long, i’m literally on my knees waiting for the next part. she writes beomgyu so well i always end up crashing out from how good it is.

there's a lot of moablr writers out there i admire and i'll say it again, everyone brings something to the table. enjoyyyyyyy

[myjjongie]

happy birthday to the sweetest girl!!!! ily so so much 🙂‍↕️ may you get everything you want in your life 🥰

THANK YOU MY SWEET ANGEL !!!!!! <3

you are just the sweetest ever 😣😣

keeping you in my pocket is something i also want. so lets hope i get that too :3

[ramp-it-up]

Muse: One

Muse Preview | Muse Masterlist|| Muse: Two

Summary: You and Ari meet on Raya. Chaos ensues.

Pairing: Art Curator! Ari Levinson x Plus sized model! Reader

Word count: 4.5 K

A/N: Muse will be a series of one shots featuring Muse and Ari, and this one will probably be the longest one. We’re gonna hear from them at least every week. 😏 Big thanks to @princessphilly who basically inspired the premise and then endured me being feral in her inbox. And yes, this is the same Ari that's in Show Off, so this AU is tangential to the Peach and Knock You Down verses. I was honestly working on another fic and this one possessed me. Here I go again. 🤷🏽‍♀️

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. Ari Levinson: art collector/curator/ fuckboi, Reader: model/ player, dating app life, drinking, casual sex, Dominant Ari, assertive reader, sex almost straight out the gate, size kink (c &b), breeding kink, but protected sex, pussy/clit slapping, praise and degradation, one night stand with zero feelings caught (lies!)

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You weren’t even supposed to be on Raya that night.

You’d just finished a long shoot in a downtown loft where the air was thick with hairspray, and the photographer kept yelling absurdities like: “Give me strong, but soft! Like a powerful whisper!” 

Your feet ached. Your back screamed. The only thing keeping you sane was the cold cabernet sauvignon sweating in your hand.

You weren’t looking for anything. You just wanted to see some pretty faces and feel like a hot girl with options.

Swipe.

Swipe.

No.

No.

Hell no.

Well damn. Ari Levinson.

You’d heard about him. Your model friends had stories about how smooth he was, the size of his dick, and how he ghosted right after getting what he wanted. Classic.

But you got it. On a cellular level. Because you weren’t looking for entanglements either.

You just wanted the D.

His first photo was black and white, him standing in a sunlit Parisian gallery, framed by massive abstract canvases. His hair was tousled like he either just woken up from a nap on a vintage couch or spent the morning negotiating a private sale.

He wasn’t looking at the camera, of course not.

He was looking at the art. 

Ari also looked like art, smart blue eyes and soft lips partially hidden by a beard that you thought would feel good between your thighs. You could tell that he was tall, broad shouldered, and built to last. He was dressed casually, and that’s how you knew he was rich rich.

He didn’t have to show it off.

His bio was enigmatic:

“Chasing beauty, collecting moments. Sometimes it’s oil on canvas. Sometimes it’s the silence between two songs.”

What the fuck does that even mean?

You read it twice.

You meant to swipe left.

But fate, or the wine, intervened.

It’s a Match.

You stared at it for a minute, then typed before you could change your mind.

“Picasso said 'art is a lie that makes us realize truth.” You buying lies or selling them?” Drinks?

He responded within seconds.

He suggested a bar in SoHo with intimate booths, dim lighting, and top tier mixology. 

You almost said no. You didn’t do dates. 

You did vibes, connections, and the occasional night of excellent chaos. 

But something about his response made you curious.

—--

Raya was never really Ari’s scene.

Too curated. Profiles with perfectly lit selfies, vague aspirations, and bios that tried too hard to sound both deep and detached. 

He didn’t swipe often.

But the truth was, Ari Levinson was lonely.

Not in the sad, broken kind of way, more like he was perpetually surrounded by beautiful people who only admired his collection, complimented his taste, but never asked why he kept certain pieces or why he stared too long at sculptures that looked like loss.

His encounter the other night with the newlywed Rogers made him yearn for that kind of fire, that kind of connection. But he didn’t know if that could be duplicated.

Ari was just about to close the app when your profile popped up. 

He recognized you right away. 

Not because you were just beautiful, you definitely were, but because you commanded the image. There was a magnetism in the way you moved, a joy and defiance that didn’t care for permission.

On your profile was a picture of you in oversized sunglasses and a silk robe, holding a book. And another one of you at some red-carpet event, plus-sized and absolutely radiant, laughing like you were amused at the world. 

You were absolutely stunning.

Your bio:

Model. Curvy chaos. Not here for a long time, just a good time.

Ari smiled. Finally, someone not performing a softcore version of forever.

You weren’t like the others, not looking to be wifed up with someone rich and powerful like him. That made you dangerous.

He swiped right instinctively, just to see. Just to admire. 

He didn’t expect a match.

But when the screen lit up, It’s a Match!, his chest actually tightened. 

And then came your message.

You look like you curate galleries by day and cry to phoebe bridgers by night. Drinks?

He choked on his espresso.

It was hilarious.

And too perfect.

He should’ve ignored it. Should’ve played it cool.

Instead, he typed back faster than he ever had in his life.

“I’m intrigued. 8PM. Little Branch in SoHo. Can’t wait to see you.”

Short, sharp, and confident, not overplaying his hand. 

And it was the word intrigued, not “interested,” not “curious.” And he’d said, “Can’t wait to see you.” 

That got you. Because that meant he was already a little undone.

—---

Ari was already there when you walked in. Black button-up, gold chain, leaning on the bar casually, but you could tell he saw you the second you stepped through the door. He stood, smiled, and you rocked back on your heels as if hit by a bolt of lightning. 

The man was massive. Pictures didn’t do him justice and you didn’t know of the button up was tailored, all you knew is you felt the power beneath it. You also had to stop yourself from turning your head sideways to check out the package in his jeans.

You paused, steadying yourself, and continued your approach..

“Wow,” he said when you approached and introduced yourself. 

You laughed, because no matter how many people ogled you for a living, the involuntary kind of compliments always made you flustered. You swallowed, then turned to the barback.

“Negroni. Empress Gin.”

Ari raised an eyebrow, impressed.

“Oh. A big girl drink.”

You laughed. He kind of loved it already.

“Well, as you can see, I’m a big girl.”

Ari’s eyes slid down your body and you weren’t mad as he did a double take at your jeans. 

“I see. And I like.”

The way he licked his lips made you warm. You raised your eyebrow, imagining him munching away.

“My booth is back here.”

You looked at his large hand pointing the way to the back of the small bar to an even more intimate area. Yeah. You could ride that. 

You walked ahead of him and you knew that he was watching your ass. You didn't mind. That was the point.

His booth was tucked into a corner, shadowed and intimate; it was the kind of space designed for secrets and seduction. You slid in first, and he followed, sitting close.

He signaled for another round, fingers grazing yours on the drink menu as if by accident, and when the server left, he turned back to you with that beautiful smile.

“So. Model, huh?” 

You smiled back at him.

“That’s the rumor. Print and editorial mostly. A few campaigns. But I prefer runways in Europe over the states. I travel a lot.”

“Sounds exhausting.”

You shrugged. 

“Sometimes. But I like bringing the fantasy to life.” 

You took a sip of your drink and his eyes were on your mouth.

“And you? Art dealer, right? Collector?”

“Curator,” he corrected gently. “Sometimes broker. Sometimes buyer. Mostly, I help people spend obscene amounts of money on things they don’t understand.”

You raised an eyebrow. 

“So a charming con artist with a gallery?”

He grinned. 

“Exactly. But I only sell what I believe in.”

“Nice. I sell unattainability and the occasional skincare product. We both deal in illusions.”

“Yours just have better lighting.”

You laughed and tilted your head. Something happened in Ari’s chest. He should have run.

“So, what, you sit around all day judging brushstrokes and seducing heiresses?”

“Mostly. And trying not to text back women I shouldn’t.”

“Am I one of them?”

“Too soon to tell. But you’re a strong contender.”

You let that linger in the air for a second.

“So,” you said slowly, setting your drink down with a clink, “is this where you try and charm the pants off me?”

“I was trying to decide,” he murmured, as he took a drink, eyes locked on yours, “if I wanted to fuck you at your place or mine.”

You blinked, just once, but your smile widened.

“Oh, we’re skipping pretense, then?” you questioned. “Good. I hate when men waste my time. When was the last time you were tested?"

Ari raised his brow. You cut right to the chase.

"I get tested once a quarter, last time was two weeks ago. Clean."

"Hmmmm. I tested a month ago. And I'm clean too. But I'm gonna still need you to wear protection."

Ari smiled and lowered his eyes. His hand moved slightly under the table to rest near your thigh, but not quite touching you. A tease.

"Of course. Something tells me you don’t let anything, or anyone through,” he replied.

You studied him, wondering if you were reading worship and destruction into his look or if it was actually there.

“You’re starting to sound like someone who catches feelings.”

“Feelings?” he echoed with a grin. “No, I just like being around wild, beautiful creatures. And I enjoy the ones that bite back even more.”

You leaned in closer to him. 

“You think I’m wild. And you think I bite?” 

“I hope you are. And I hope you do.”

Your leg brushed his under the table. His eyes flicked down, then back up to your face, darker now.

“I have the same hopes for you, Mr. Levinson.”

Ari’s jaw flexed, nostrils flaring. 

“I think we’re going to get along just fine.”

His fingers moved to your thigh and traced a slow line up your crotch beneath the table. 

You leaned in closer.

“You still sure about just one night?” he asked, eyes on your lips again.

You put your hand on his thigh at that moment, moving it up to feel his thickening cock. You were excited at the potential there.

“One night. That’s the deal. I don’t do second acts. So you better make it count.”

Ari grinned and your stomach flipped.

“Well, then. I need to make it unforgettable.”

—----

You were straddling him on your couch when Ari realized he was in trouble.

He should’ve known the second you walked into the bar, hips swaying and those curves...damn. But here, now, with your thighs around him and your body pressed so close he couldn’t tell where he ended and you began, he was so gone.

Ari wasn’t the type to rush. 

He was all about artful restraint and being aloof. But you shattered that. 

You kissed like you knew just how to destroy him with your lips, teeth, and tongue. Ari hadn’t experienced the feeling since he was a teenager, but damn, he was throbbing underneath you.

And when you unbuttoned his shirt, fingers dragging over his chest, rubbing his nipples under your palms, he swore under his breath.

“Fuck. You’re unreal,” he murmured.

And you just smirked, leaned in, whispering, “I know.”

God, the way you moved. Every roll of your hips was a tease, every drag of your nails down his skin was a stripe he wanted to earn. He gripped your jean-clad thighs thighs hard enough to ground himself, because he was floating somewhere between desperation and awe.

You rode him slowly at first. You wanted him to feel all of it, every breath, every tremor. And he did. 

Your pussy was buzzing with anticipation and you were impatient, but you wanted to savor this one.

You arched as his hips rolled up between your legs, anchoring your hands on his broad shoulders as he branded the shape of himself between your legs. And when he did it again, you moaned and tried to create your own rhythm, but he held you in place.

Ari had to stop you because he only had one shot tonight and he wasn’t going to throw it away and let you cum in your pants. When your orgasm hit, it would be with the slick walls of your pussy clamped around his cock.

So you did the only thing you could, which was to grind down harder on him, causing him to let out a shaky breath, finally moving you against him to get some friction.

"Fuck... let me feel you, darlin'."

Ari made a new rhythm, one he managed with his eyes locked on yours, hands roaming from your waist to your back, then tangled in your hair as you leaned in and bit his bottom lip, making him groan.

“You gonna fall in love with me, Ari?” you teased against his mouth.

“I think I already am,” he said, before he could stop himself.

You didn’t answer, thinking it was part of the game. You just smiled, leaned back, hands on his chest, and started moving faster, driving him out of his mind. 

Every sound you made wrapped around his ribs and squeezed. He didn’t know what felt better, the pressure building low in his stomach, or the way you moaned his name like it tasted sweet in your mouth. The feel of your wet, hot pussy through your jeans was just a bonus.

He'd slept with beautiful women. Charming women. Women who made love like it were their last day on earth. 

But you? You were different.

And the way you looked, curls akimbo, lips parted, eyes locked on his like you were seeing to the bottom of him, that image seared into him. 

He stood, picking you up effortlessly, grabbing you under your ass.

“I’m assuming that your bed is up here?”

You just nodded, breathless at his power as he carried you up the stairs to the loft where your king sized bed was.

He reached the top and dropped you on the bed. You bounced a little as he reached for you and unbuttoned your jeans, dragging them down your legs along with your panties.

Shit, he wasn’t wasting any time.

He stopped and proceeded to strip off his own clothes.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” he commanded and you scrambled to comply, removing your top and your bra and watching him undress at the same time. You almost groaned at the sight of his cock.

You hadn’t always been a cock hungry slut, but you were a little obsessed. Ari was big and long, not the longest you’d had, but definitely the thickest. It was beautiful: veiny and flushed, with a large swollen head that leaked precum down his shaft. You knew it was going to be amazing when he stretched you out.

Then you noticed his balls. They looked full and heavy. You couldn’t help but lick your lips as you imagined how much cum he’d have for you. Ari smirked down at your wide eyes on him as he pushed your shoulders until you were lying on your back.

He hooked your thighs with his hands and dragged you until your ass was at the edge of the bed and you squealed with surprise as he lifted your feet up to his shoulders. This was quite the change from your usual three positions with your one night stands: missionary, cowgirl, or doggy style.

When he rubbed the his thick tip along your soaked slit, you closed your eyes and moaned. He tapped the entrance to your pussy with his cock, holding your hip to ensure that you didn't make him slip inside you.

Yeah. Ari wasn’t like other guys.

You felt the weight of him as he dragged his cock through your slippery, swollen pussy, smearing your slick all over him and you looked down, mesmerized by the sight. This was going to be good.

Ari looked down angrily.

"Fucking soaked for me," those blue eyes snapped up to yours, freezing you in place. "You always this wet?"

He licked those red lips and if you had a heart you would have been in trouble. You’d never been this wet with anyone before. You just shook your head no, not trusting yourself to answer, lest you have him thinking, correctly, that he was the shit.

But he read you anyway. That smile was both beautiful and annoying.

"For me? You shouldn't have... might get me addicted."

You scowled at him, but then you bit your lip as he started to draw circles on your clit with his penis. You were dickmatized again, eyes riveted to the spot as you moaned.

He tapped his cock against your clit to get your attention.

“Look at me.”

You looked at him through your lashes.

“Do you have any condoms?”

Oh no. Did you? You couldn’t think because of the pre-orgasmic haze you were in. Ari licked his finger and then brought it down to caress your clit while he waited for your answer.

That didn’t help the clarity of your thinking.

“Ch-check the top drawer.”

You gestured toward your nightstand, hoping it was the right direction. 

He left you, opened legged and bereft as he went on his mission, and you breathed a sigh of relief when he said, “Found them.”

Thank god. You were about to beg him to ride you bareback if he hadn’t found any. He sheathed himself and then moved back into his previous position.

He rubbed himself over your slit again, and you moaned.

“Right about here, between these beautiful thick thighs, wouldn’t you agree?”

He was driving you crazy. Your cunt was humming on a five at the bar, but he had ramped her up to an 11. You’d never been this desperate for a cock before.

“Just fuck me, please!”

He chuckled and lined the head of his cock against your entrance, but didn’t push home. He teased you for a second, before dragging it up and down one last time, just to see the look your face.

Beautiful.

“You sure about this?”

His voice was pure sin. You opened your eyes fully and glared at him.

Gorgeous.

“Yes, Ari. I need you.”

That must have been enough because he immediately plunged in, inch by glorious fat inch, straight to your core. 

“Oh fuck!”

Ari’s meaty cock stretched you out, and your head fell back in ecstasy as your hips instinctively arched to take him in deeper. You were panting from pure pleasure as you tried to adjust to his thickness.

“You like that? Like my thick cock in this little pussy?”

“Yes, God, yes!”

You couldn’t stop yourself from bucking against him to try to get him to move. He was still as a statue and his jaw was clenched from restraint.

“Tell you what, if you beg me to fill your pussy with cum, I’ll fuck you so hard your head spins. Deal?”

“Um…” you couldn’t form your thoughts to beg, or to realize that there would be no cum filling because of the condom.

“Why don’t you think about it and let me know,” Ari said casually as if he were talking to a customer browsing his gallery.

But he started thrusting slowly into your cunt as the electric current in his dick made you crave the roughness he’d suggested.  You tried to pull yourself together, but it didn’t work.

Ari was transfixed by your breasts. They looked delicious.

“Play with your nipples,” Ari growled.

You cupped your breasts with your hands and pulled at the stiff peaks. He continued his leisurely pace, except now everything was worse. Or better.

Every time you pulled your nipples, you felt a corresponding pull between your legs. And then there was the way he was looking at what you were doing, eyes half lidded and mouth open as you touched yourself. Fuck that was so erotic.

The pressure was building, but you knew you wouldn’t cum until he fucked you harder.

Ari stopped and pulled out.

“Nooooooo!” you cried, and he chuckled at you, as if he was amused.

“I really wanna make you cum, but I think I’m distracting you too much.”

You couldn’t think, but you didn’t want him to stop. A sharp smack against your swollen pussy lips made you yelp and a blast of delight surged through you. 

Holy fuck what was this guy doing to you?

When he slapped your pussy harder, you realized how completely fucked you were.

You would do whatever he wanted.

“Okay okay. Let me think…. Shit, Uh…” you were completely in a daze.

“Are you ready to beg me to fill you with my cum?” Ari reminded you of the question at hand.

He brought a finger back to your clit and rubbed devastating circles around it.

Jesus fuck, it was like he didn’t really want you to be able to talk. Catching a moment of clarity, you rushed it out.

“Please, Ari, fuck me hard and fill me with your cum. Pretty please. I just need your cum. Promise I’ll be the best fucktoy you’ve ever had, please?”

He gave you an evil grin and caressed your clit harder. You whimpered.

“Please, Ari. Need your cum.”

He stopped rubbing and you felt his tip nudging into you, and you were almost purring from the pleasure. He pressed in until he bottomed out, waves of bliss washing over you. You started trembling preemptively.

“Good girl,” he announced as he pulled out gently, only to slam back in hard.

“Oooooo, fuck, oh my god!” you gasped out as he fucked you ruthlessly. 

The sound of your moans mixed with the squeaking of your bed, and you continued to play with your tits which only increased your pleasure.

You went from one peak to another as you quickly spiraled toward your orgasm, Ari’s grunts each time he sank into you helping to speed you along.

“Such a….good… little… breedable…. Fucktoy…..”  

He slammed into you, groaning with every word. All it took was one brush of his finger to push you over the edge.

You screamed, “Oh, god, yes!” as you came all over his cock and writhed against him as he roared that he was cuming. New waves of rapture surged between your legs, traveling throughout your entire body.

He drilled into you for a moment longer, and the intense aftershocks were almost too much to bear. When he finally pulled out, the room swirled around you and you let out a tiny giggle. 

Ari did promise to fuck you hard enough to make it spin.

He went to the bathroom and disposed of the condom and then returned and pulled you up the bed to make you his little spoon.

You reveled in the smell of sweat and sex, almost getting high on the scent. You laughed softly like you couldn’t believe what just happened. But he knew. He knew exactly what happened.

He was ruined.

But you were a one-night promise, a walking fantasy with no intentions of calling back. And still, as you lay in bed with him, catching your breath, his hands on your body, Ari knew he didn’t want this to end. 

Not anytime soon.

“You don’t have to stay if you have something in the morning…”

You meant that to sound more definitive, like you were inviting him to leave, but Ari had wrecked you so much that you didn’t have the energy to be cold. That was the reason you turned, burrowed into his chest and let your eyelids get heavy.

Ari chuckled. 

“Don’t worry, Muse. I’ll get out of your hair soon. Just catching my breath.”

“... the fuck is Muse?...” you questioned on your way to sleep, the rhythm of his fingers on your thighs the nails in your coffin of sleep.

“You are. You’re my Muse.”

You didn’t quite feel the kiss on your forehead. But you smiled.

—----

In the morning, the light in your apartment was rude.

It filtered through the curtains like it had a personal vendetta, hitting your face just as you tried to pretend the night didn’t happen the way it did. Your limbs were sore in that satisfied way, like you’d run a marathon, but only with your hips. 

You stretched. Yawned. Felt the warmth behind you.

Shit.

Ari was still there.

He was on his side, one arm slung over your waist like it belonged there. His broad chest was on your back, and his nose buried in your neck, breathing you in.

You shifted. He didn’t move. Just tightened his hold with that annoying, possessive kind of tenderness.

“Morning,” he mumbled into your skin, his gravelly morning voice threatening to do you in.

“Mhmm,” you answered, noncommittally. You carefully peeled his arm off. 

“You can go, you know.”

That got his attention. He lifted his head, messy hair falling over his eyes, beard pressed with pillow lines. 

He looked like sex personified.

“Damn. No coffee? No kiss on the cheek? Not even a fake number on a Post-it?”

“Don’t make this weird, Ari.”

You’re out of bed now, grabbing your robe from the chair, ignoring the way his eyes tracked your every move. You knew the drill. One-night stands didn’t turn into brunch plans.

He propped himself up and leaned against your headboard like it was custom-built for him.

“Wasn’t trying to. Just… didn’t think you’d be in such a rush to forget me.”

“I’m not,” you lied, tying your hair up with a scarf, trying to be as unattractive as possible. 

You had no idea that to him you looked like the most beautiful painting he'd ever seen.

“I just like to keep things clean. No open tabs.”

“Hmm.” 

He studied you for a long moment, then stretched like a cat, unapologetically naked and smug. 

“You always kick people out like this? Or am I just special?”

You sighed. He wasn't making it easy. He was too comfortable in your space. Too charming. Too in your face.

“I didn’t peg you for the lingering type.”

“I’m not. But something about your bed makes me reconsider my brand.” 

He grinned. 

“And you snore a little. It’s cute.”

You whirled around. 

“I do not snore.”

He laughed. Like it was a private joke between you. It softened you for a second. Just a second. You cleared your throat and motioned down toward the door.

“Seriously. You should go.”

He nodded slowly, slid out of your bed and grabbed his clothes, treating you to the sight of him getting leisurely getting dressed. When he caught you watching, he grinned, and you scoffed, going down the stairs so you wouldn’t be tempted stare any more.

Ari walked past you, stopped at the doorway and turned.

“If this is your way of making sure I don’t catch feelings... it might be too late.”

That caught you off guard. He shrugged.

“It’s fine. I’m not asking for a toothbrush or a drawer. But if you ever want to fuck again… or talk about art… or do both at the same time…You know where to find me, Muse.”

He winked. The mutherfucker actually winked, then walked out like he didn’t just ruin your perfectly controlled system. 

You stood there, silent, heart hammering a little harder than you would have liked. And only when the door clicked shut did you whisper: 

“...Goddamn it.”

——-

Muse: Two

So… whaddya think? 🤔

[allywthsr]

EPILOGUE | (l.norris)

summary: epilogue of Lan on Raya! What happened the last three years and another big question.

wordcount: 2.1k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: miscarriage, getting a dog

notes: someone requested this and I thought why not? Give me ideas in my inbox for specific things and maybe it won’t be the last time you hear from these two🫶🏼 it’s short, I’m sorry but I didn’t want to make it too big. comment your thoughts!

part one part two part three

It’s been three years since you met Lando, let’s see what happened.

In the beginning, it was hard for you two to see each other often, with Lando living in Monaco and you in London, you couldn’t just pop over, and with his job as well, Lando travels a lot, and with your job, you had to stay put in one place. So whenever he was in England for the MTC, he came over for a few days to spend with you and whenever you had free time, you would fly over to him or come with him for a race. The whole time you kept in touch via FaceTime or texting, there were weeks when you would see his family more often than you saw him.

Because of the vacation, you created a bond with his family, especially his sisters, and loved catching up with them, they would visit you in London a lot, Lando was always jealous, but you had to remind him, that it was his own decision to move to Monaco.

After a year of a long-distance relationship you decided to move together, temporarily.

Lando moved most of his stuff in your apartment, to see whether you could endure each other or not.

But you did. You could remember one specific evening where it was still fresh with the moving together and Max and Pietra came over. At some point, all of you were hammered and Max decided it was time for Mario Kart. While he and his girlfriend were playing against each other, you were screaming all sorts of advice to Pietra, while Lando hugged you tight to keep you from it. The whole day he had been touchy, squeezing your side and hiding his head behind your back, because he couldn’t stand to see Max driving into the wall for the fifth time. You wished someone had documented this moment, because of how sweet he had been, he was truly like one of these Pinterest boyfriends.

But it all worked out, and the temporary move in became a full move-in.

You two moved into a bigger apartment just half a year later, wanting more space.

That’s also where some negative events happened, just one and a half years into the relationship you got pregnant, it’s not like you planned it, it more or less, just happened.

You had a really bad cold and the doctor gave you medication which apparently messed with your birth control, so when your period didn’t come and you began to puke every morning, you got suspicious. You took a test when Lando was at the MTC, doing a few last tests, before the season started and when it came back positive, you almost fainted. This was not on your bingo card for the year, nor for the next year, after all, you only were in a relationship with Lando for a year and a half, not enough to become pregnant. You took two more tests and when there was no denying that a little human was growing in your stomach, you couldn’t wait for Lando to get home. You tried to call him and say you needed him back sooner but he was in the sim and important meetings where he was forced to switch off his phone.

Once he finally came through the door, you ran and hugged him tight, he had to promise you to not get mad, which he did, and when you told him, you‘ve never seen him react so slowly. At first, he couldn’t believe what you were saying, staring at you in disbelief, and when you repeated it twice he finally hugged you back. Obviously, it wasn’t planned, but he was still over the moon.

In the following weeks, Lando had been the sweetest boyfriend you could imagine, bringing you food, holding your hair and rubbing your back while you puked every morning, cuddling with you and stroking your belly every chance he got. After just one month of discovering your pregnancy, you woke up to really bad stomach cramps, Lando was lying asleep next to you when you saw that the bedsheet beneath you was completely red. You shook Lando awake and he rushed you to the hospital but there was nothing the doctors could’ve done, by the time you got there it was already too late.

The next few weeks have been rough, you barely talked, you barely touched or looked at each other. It was like living with a stranger, saying good morning and goodnight, maybe a nod when he asked you if you wanted to eat something, but other than that, you couldn’t. You felt super guilty for not being able to carry the life inside of you, Lando didn’t know about your thoughts but you had them and they weren’t pretty.

One afternoon Lando basically dragged you in his car and when you arrived, it was a therapist. The sessions had helped you, your mental health, and your relationship, after just one month it was like it never had happened. Not that you forgot about your little baby, but Lando and you talked again, you started to be intimate again, and it felt like it was back to normal. In the backyard of his parents, both of you planted a tree to remind your unborn child, you could see the tree grow like your child should have grown up, but that’s life.

Every day the burden got lighter, until you could fully let go.

The next year and a half was spent with so much love and light. Lando and you started to build a house, it’s something he always wanted to do and so you both got a lot near his parents, where the house was built. You moved in after a year and it was perfect, you were so damn grateful to have Lando by your side, without him you could never have the life you have now. You quit your job and started working at Quadrant, you were behind the scenes and did office stuff, keeping everything organized, that way you could travel with Lando to every race and not be unemployed since you were sure that the boss wouldn’t fire you. After all, you pleasured him nearly every night.

You still went on every Norris family holiday and his family loved you as much as you loved them. You were happy that you had such a good bond with them, whenever Lando was at the MTC and you were bored, you went to his parent's house, enjoying some drinks with Cisca.

All in all, you were the happiest girl in the world, you were sure. He was spoiling you whenever he wanted, buying you things where he would tell you, that he reminded him of you. That Louis Vuitton bag? It was your favorite color and he couldn’t wait to see you wearing it. Bringing you your favorite chocolate from the store, when he only wanted to get gas? He needed to because he knew that your period was due soon. But it was not all materialistic things he spoiled you with.

Kisses on your forehead? All. The. Time.

Needing a hug before every race? Yep.

Making sweet love to you? Every night.

He was addicted to your pussy, he had to be. He worshipped it, taking his time, whenever he went down on you (and it happened all the time).

The topic of kids was still on the table. He wanted to have some after he retired, but when you were pregnant, he was the happiest he‘d ever been. With that in mind, he wanted you to be pregnant soon, you tried to keep his head calm and remind him how hard it could be to become pregnant again after a miscarriage, and how scared you were after the experience. He understood that but still rooted for you to get pregnant.

”You would look so hot with a bump.“

”I can’t wait to talk to my child every day through your belly.“

”Y/N, I want to put a baby in you!“

”I need a mini Y/N and a mini Lando.“

”You‘d be the milf and I’d be the dilf.“

”Imagine them in a race suit and sitting in my car?“

”We could do a quadrant baby merch series!“

The list goes on and on. But he was right, he would be the hottest dilf in history.

Oh and the dog that you both got? Adorable! You got it shortly after you moved into your forever home, it was your favorite breed and you named the little brown dog mocha. He came with you to every race and followed you everywhere, even going to the toilet alone was becoming harder with the puppy needing you. You three went on long walks together through the forest, and when he got older Lando even took him jogging. Mocha wasn’t the happiest about running several miles but when he was with his dad, it didn’t matter. One of the funniest moments was when Lando made a custom LN4 dog bucket hat and sat Mocha in his car, the little dog didn’t know what was happening but he loved the attention he got, the people were taking pictures of him, talking to him and petting him and that was all he needed, but only when both of you were around. Mocha needed both of you, the amount of pictures Lando and you had on your phone of just Mocha and the other cuddling in the evening on the couch or some hotel bed, was insane.

But back to where you are right now, in your backyard. How did you get here? More to that in a second.

The house you both built was perfect, it was modern but homey. The high ceilings were paired with white walls and light wood-colored details, like the Kitchen that had a wood-colored work surface and the living room that had a wood-colored coffee table just like the TV wall. Lando and you loved designing it, taking your time to figure out what you really wanted. You had several guest rooms, that could be turned into kid's rooms, whenever you needed to, Lando built himself a gaming room and you both shared an office. In the basement was a billiard table and other fun things. The backyard was huge, a lot of trees were standing around the property and you loved it, just like Mocha. The little brown dog loved to run around and catch every ball you threw him.

And that was where you were standing right now, the backyard, it was already dark outside but the candles that were lit, made the place glow. You had been cooking dinner when you heard Mocha bark without stopping, in fear that he caught a squirrel again and Lando took it away from him, you made your way to the glass door, but seeing Lando standing surrounded by electric candles, wasn’t something you expected.

”Lando? What is this?“

”Come here, love.“

You stepped closer to where Lando was standing and slowly it dawned on you. While taking your hand, he started to speak.

”Y/N, I’ve known you for more than three years and I must admit, it had been the best years of my life.“

You chuckled.

”We had many ups and downs, but whatever it was, we got through it and it only made us stronger. We‘re already a family with Mocha…“

You looked at the dog that was circling you both, not knowing what was happening.

”…and I can’t wait to grow a bigger family with you. I love you so much, even with your sweatpants and my hoodie, socks that have holes in them, and messy hair. I’ve never seen a much more beautiful woman than you and I‘m so happy I went on Raya that day to get a quick fuck, who would’ve thought that I would find you, my soulmate. I love to play Mario Kart with you at two a.m., and I will braid your hair for the rest of your life, with a face mask in my face that does absolutely nothing, except steal your money. I‘m super thankful for you, for every race you join, how you’re not mad at me for putting a picture of you on the back of my helmet, directly in front of the camera, so everyone can see you while I‘m driving and that way you’re always with me, for every kiss… the list could go on and on, but you know this stuff. I need you in my life, and I will not let you go, so…“

He went down on one knee and now it was more than clear what was happening, with glossy eyes you followed Lando’s movements, as he pulled out a little box and opened it, before taking one of your hands in his‘ again, looking at you with a big smile and the same glossy eyes as you.

”Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?“

a/n: tell me your favorite dog breed in the comments

[xylatox]

closest moots and why? (: - ask game

hello! i didnt expect to see this in my inbox and apologies for answering a day late ;;. I am naturally very introverted and super shy so I don't talk to much of my moots as often as Id like! Anways!!

@just-nc-tea

Patty my wife hehe, I would say i talk to her pretty often. I love her with my entire heart shes genuinely such a sweet person and she brightens my day so much. I really do appreciate her :( and I love her work so damn much. I had the pleasure of getting google doc privileges the last 2 fics of her decelis academy - the hockey diaries series and it was such a blessing!!

2. @yunverie

I love her sososo much, every conversation I had with her is so enjoyable. I always feel super happy talking to her especially since we have the same taste in anime and it was sososo fun to have someone else feel the same way about a piece of media

3. @dawngyu

Raya my darling :(( I started reading her work back in January and I've been here since and shes such a sweetheart oh my god. Like??? I wish i could just protect her from all the evil people in the world, she makes my heart so soft i swear

4. @gyu-tori

Rei :))) shes such a sweetheart and I just love her and her work so much. She really is a darling and I would love people to see that. I wish to protect her from the world too

I think thats all the moots ive talked to pretty consistanly outside of tumblr. Again, I really do have a hard time socializing. Now I just want to say something about other moots I love and appreciate but dont talk to as often as I'd like.

@faeyun

I was a fan of her work from her old blog and moved over and god, shes literally so cool to me?? I would love to see inside how her brain works because her work is so good. I hope to interact with her more since shes such a sweet person （*＾-＾*）

2. @hyukascampfire

Got to reading her work last year and let me tell you, my life has never been the same since I read TSFAWC. Ashlynn is literally the coolest person ever and probably was one of the first people along with @faeyun that i interacted with on Tumblr that kind of encouraged me to be more vocal with my thoughts here and i havent regretted it

3. @jakesimfromstatefarm

hehe addie my name twin. Yall I lover her so bad but i literally suck at interacting (which im fixing rn) but shes literally the coolest person ever? I love her fics so much too like shes such a fun person and I feel like her fics have a part of her

4. @bambiihee

Bree :((( another moot i wish i talked to more but im shy as hell. In my mind shes like the coolest person ever and her work gets to me so good (for freaks only). But really! shes such a sweetheart

5. @pagelets

my girl lets :((((( I really wish we talked more but anytime I do interact with her its literally the sweetest moment ever. I really do appreciate her words.

6. @heesmiles

Rain :3 ive only started reading and interacting with her and her work recently and my God shes amazing? She feels so bright to me that it actually warms my heart how sweet of a person she is. I really only hope life gives her the best.

7. @chwesun

Shes, so. fucking. cool. Lexi gives such big sister vibes to me. Like, i dont have any siblings but i feel like Lexi is the type of person to talk me through anything I ask her and give me the hard advice people may not want to give? shes so sweet as well :((

8. @izzyy-stuff

Another darling I don't interact with often but shes so sweet :((( she always says the kindest of words it actually really makes me happy

And thats it! Sorry it was longer than expected but I really did not want to leave anyone out :) They are literally some of the sweetest people ive had the pleasure of interacting with on this little side of the internet and it really does make me happy to do so. I really on wish the best for every single one of them.

[1-800-jewon]

Who are all your moots? Any you are close with?

Yes, I have moots, I'm not a social recluse on here.

SO. A list.

@beomiracles. I think everyone knows why. She's the Hobi to my Yoongi. We're very close, we could've been sisters.

@liverspaghett. So....... Liv. Yeah. Hey that one dude from XDH is good.(You will never know which one.) Leehan is cute. Man, it's been a while since I've been in her inbox. Time for some pics!

@soobabby. It's funny because I don't normally listen to what goes on in people's lives.

@dawngyu. Raya has great stories, I recommend though, the scientist.

@yeoningz. Great stories as well, except I feel like I knew her already. I don't know why though. She got an ask about Crave TXT and it reminded me of someone I used to enjoy. Other than that, great person!

@yunverie. Keep going, you're doing good, lol!! New favorite!

@farewelldevil. Mae. Yes, I think that I enjoy her stories way too much. She has a fun server that really is..... interesting. Love you Soobot.

@gyu-tori. We could've had K-Pop idol Rei. Anyway, please read her stories!!

@biteyoubiteme. Cam, great stories, great stuff. I don't know why but her stuff with Apeachty is fun to read.

@hyukascampfire. Ashlynn!! If you didn't read her winter stuff, just get out. I think I saved them all.

@aduh0308. First moot and favorite moot. It's where Aroha anon began. The origin story.

@jjunbug. Kipo is new but I love her stories so you can't say anything.

[puck-luck]

How do you make friends on here/have you met any of them irl? You seem to have so many close connections (cappy, kit, your mattias anon) so I was just wondering if you have any tips to someone who is newer to tumblr!

all of my friends that i've met from tumblr came to me! i have not met any of them in person (outside of hanz, but i knew her before joining tumblr again), but i have plans to see kit when we both visit ireland next month and plans to meet mattias anon over the summer!

cappy started as an unhinged anon in my inbox giving me long and detailed requests (so helpful. it's always easier to write a request when it's long and detailed.), then she asked me for advice when she wanted to start writing. i betaread her quinn/trevor threesome and expected it to totally suck bc it was her first time writing, but it had my jaw on the floor, and i told her such, and we've been homies ever since!

kit appeared in my inbox NOT on anon, recommending i check out mattias samuelsson bc she loves him and she sent a couple of videos my way and i was intrigued. then, we talked in messages for a while and she taught me sabres/titty lore and now we're here!

mattias anon is similar– she came in here riding for mattias samuelsson and kit and i were like "THERE R OTHER ROCKERS?" so we begged for her to come back until she did, and then she eventually revealed her identity to me when she offered to give me a raya referral (still waiting to get off the waitlist...) and we have texted every day since.

TLDR; if you're looking to make friends, reach out to people! obviously not everyone is going to be on the same wavelength/vibe that you are, but that's okay! there are so many people out here in this community that you can connect with. send messages! be a fan in the same space as someone else! talk to people! (i think the easiest way to "get in" with people is to be one of those consistent rebloggers, since i recognize a lot of my repeat rebloggers and appreciate them so much.) you will find your people!! and you are always welcome to come on this blog and chat <3

[izzyy-stuff]

my izzyyyyy,

do you know you’re one of the most beautiful person i’ve ever met? in every little part of you, you’re my best friend... my home. you make my heart feel safe, light, and full. just being around you brings me soooo much joy, more than i ever thought possible. (heh)

there’s such a long, amazing life ahead of you, and i believe with everything in me that you’re going to do the most incredible things. and no matter where life takes you, you’ll always have me (cheering for you, probably crying at times too)

part of me wants to keep you all to myself, tucked safely in my pocket where the world can’t reach you, but you deserve to be seen, to be adored. so here i am, here in your silly little inbox, spewing how much i loveeeee you.

ps. let's watch ant later ><

raya :((

I never thought I'd meet a poet in my life, but here you are. I think you're incredible and you make me want to share things with you, protect you, and spend time with you. You're adorable and I really love talking to you. I'm not a poet like you, but I hope you still know I love you <3

ps. yes, let's watch ant and going seventeen please

[dawngyu]

HI ! HI ! an ask for some of my favorite writers! Feel free to copy & paste and send to some of your favorite writers too!

To get more reads to fellow authors on moablr send some of your recommendations for authors and fics! lets revive moablr as much as we while also uplifting some awesome writing that we enjoy;

I. an author you'd recommend for dark content? and what fic in particular?

ii. an author you'd recommend for fluffy fics? and what fic in particular?

iii. an author you'd recommend for angst? and what fic in particular?

iv. an author you'd recommend for smut? and what fic in particular?

v. an author you'd recommend for strong plot and character dialogue? and what fic in particular?

I LOVE THIS!!

I. an author you'd recommend for dark content? and what fic in particular?

if you're on MOAblr, not knowing @koqabear would be a crime. she’s THE queen, and her masterlist is packed with dark god-tier fics but Lamb To The Slaughter is unbeatable.

ii. an author you'd recommend for fluffy fics? and what fic in particular?

there's a lot! i recommend @luvsicktyun's a kiss for the cursed, (gave me whole damn butterflies, all kinds) and recently, @yunverie made me ugly sob with her all of you, all about you.

iii. an author you'd recommend for angst? and what fic in particular?

@beomiracles do i even need to explain? every angst-labeled fic of hers has wrecked me beyond repair, so instead of choosing, i’m just dropping her masterlist.

iv. an author you'd recommend for smut? and what fic in particular?

when it comes to smut, there are two undeniable queens. the kind of smut that makes you stop mid-read, stare at the ceiling, and question everything you’ve been doing wrong in life. it's @biteyoubiteme with her bitten and my wife @delugyu with all of her hot messy drabbles. (ugh and all of her fics too)

v. an author you'd recommend for strong plot and character dialogue? and what fic in particular?

@apeachty's wild roses. the plot, the depth—everything is a masterpiece. And no one is ever ready for her WIP… (H-Yeonjun? Oh god, help.)

[arsenalgbt]

i’m not sure how you feel about toxic arteta hcs or whatever but…

you know how arteta is doing his little rescue thing with players? taking almost-failed worship kid martin and making him captain? bring in chelsea-rejects jorgi and kai and turning them into integral midfield players? that’s all well and good on the pitch, but off the pitch? what if he revels in the knowledge that he’s taken these players and “resurrected” them? what if he gets off on the fact that he’s taken their tattered careers in his hands and seen them back to near perfection. what if they worship him and devote themselves to him because of that?

and what happens when one of those rescue players (ramsdale) finds themselves being rejected by the one who saved them and try to do anything and give themselves entirely to gain mikel’s favour again?

maybe bot 100% dark arteta but most certainly grey in the power he wields over the players he’s “rescued” because he’s established himself as some powerful and kind figure to them that they should be grateful to. because not everybody would look at them in their lowest moments and try to uplift them, but arteta did so they should thank him for that, right?

anyways that’s enough, no point cluttering your inbox <33

oh I am SOOOOOOOOOOO unqualified for this kinda arteta discourse ngl! nudging @purefractals and @longeyelashedtragedy cuz they deffo will find your toxic!arteta HCs interesting.

I also find this interesting, so allow me to add my minuscule take about his blatant favouritism LMAO. granit is the prime example, but that one is deffo "pure"; his first project. he succeeded. no hate on Eddie but when he kept being a starter without cooking anything???? naur.

the one with Aaron tho fucking chefs kiss anon. I will never forget his motherfucking "perhaps we (Arsenal football club) can be the kinda club that sub gk during a match" bs (not the exact sentence he spouted, but close I think lol). cuz wtf was that bruv. have you done what you cheekily said to the media???????? the answer is no.

listen I might be confusing HCs as in like fics-wise or HCs as in serious real life take lol............................... I have answered another anon before that eventho I ship xhakarteta, I really don't have the drive in me to write more about them. in my writing/shipping brain, they are perfect - I don't want my writing/my take tainting what I think of them ya feel me!

the Aaron situation. im still in denial ngl, but I do see the difference Raya does to the team's performance. kudos to him for staying chill af irl tbf.

sorry to disappoint but plsss both my Tumblr inbox and ao3 inbox are currently depressing right now so send me nude---I mean send me anything!

[myjjongie]

are you a solo stan

yes.

[goaliegossip]

Does anyone have any referrals I can use for Raya? I have about 7k on IG (or does Raya not care about follower count)? Curious how the app works

most people get their referrals from reddit I believe but I’d be smart about it as to not get scammed. @puckingtea2 is on raya so I’m sure if you asked she’d give recs. or if an anon messages me in my inbox I can get you guys in contact.

[kittykittyanon]

maine coon — what’s one word you’d use to describe your personality ? how would others describe you ? 

lynx — what’s one place in the world you really want to visit ?

cougar — what fandom were you most interested in as a kid ? what about now ?

black panther — if you could have one celebrity’s voice, who’s voice would you choose ?

SQUEEEHEHEHEEE HI FINLEY!!! /E WAAAAVE!!!!!!! OMIMEWOOOW W HEIIII!!!!! donut worry my good mister-sir,, your wonderful asks are chilling in my inbox until i can get through my mountain of drafts and asks!!! ((11 and 15 respectively UHERIJHSJESIH /silly!!!))

"maine coon — what’s one word you’d use to describe your personality ? how would others describe you ?"

gah,, this is a hard one /lh ☆⌒(>。<) i'm not very sure, actually. i'd like to think of myself as 'friendly', if that works; but i feel like there are other words i could use better? i've been called sweet a lot,, which i hope is true,,, but if i had to choose a single word,, it would probably be 'bubbly'.

"lynx — what’s one place in the world you really want to visit ?"

the phillipines!!! it's my mother's home country. she talks about it sometimes to me,, she'll show me a video of the clear blue seas and tells me she wants to go there with me and our family. i want to go there for my mom who hasn't been able to go to phillipines since she had me and my siblings :3

"cougar — what fandom were you most interested in as a kid ? what about now ?"

MY HERO ACADEMIA. good lord do i remember how the fandom used to be ☆⌒(>。<) maybe it still is? i'm not sure,, i'm not as involved as how i used to be; but i'd say i'm a distant enjoyer of the characters :DD

"black panther — if you could have one celebrity’s voice, who’s voice would you choose ?"

oh dear,, i'm not very interested in celebrities so i had not a single clue who i'd pick,,,, i had to search "female celebrity voice" on youtube to look for someone— i've decided on gemma chan!! the woman who voiced the villain who's name i can't remember in raya and the last dragon!!! from this video here,, the second person :DD

[couldneverhurtusnow]

I am sure you're getting lots of these in response to that ask. So ignore this if it's a repeat or you're bored, lol

Where was this energy when Paul was doing the same thing after his split with Phoebe? He was on Raya and had a bit of a reputation when performing Streetcar for picking up women in bars in the area. No running away, apparently he was very respectful and a great shag. No one seems to have an issue with this, despite it being the same as Andrew's case

literally, i alluded to this very same thing in the replies of that previous ask. the double-standards make me sick quite honestly. it’s fun & cute when it’s someone who’s assumed straight but when it’s a gay man doing the very same thing i suddenly have anon(s) in my inbox putting him down & talking about fucking std-s, fuck out of here. before your ask i didn’t even realize how closely paul & andrew’s situations mirrored one another, it’s literally the exact same: they both broke up with their significant other, both signed up for an app, both were reportedly seen in pubs/bars on casual dates or whatever.

[ardentem-iustitia]

𓆩♡𓆪 ah, even so in my view, it starts right now, yet again.𓆩♡𓆪

@adiamondpetal -> @ardentem-iustitia

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[hockeygossip101]

I don’t know what that anon is trying to pull but though Vince Dunn may have cheated in the past he is NOT cheating on Daniella currently. He is NOT on Raya and was definitely not on Raya in Florida. Daniella already had previous plans and that is why she wasn’t at the Halloween party. Unless that anon has proof please stop spreading false rumors.

As far as we know, he isn't cheating on her right now, and we can't make assumptions on that without any solid proof like you said. A few other people have been saying they saw him on raya, too, and that was around October and November.

The ask this is in reference to was from early December, I think, because I went back in my inbox a little.