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Everything I Wanted II.

LESTAPPEN X READER (PART 2)

Summary: Your journey to become a Motorsport legend wasn't easy, especially when your path clashed with your greatest rivals, Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc.

Word count: 8.9k

Tags: Driver reader, mentions of crash, angst, abusive parent, daddy issues, trust issues, character death (not reader), cursing, strong rivalry, misogyny in motorsport, invasive media, aggressive fans, reader suffers with cyberbullying and hate, smut, female reader, +18, unprotected sex, voyeurism, exhibtionism, edging, filthy, porn with plot, queer! everyone, polyamory lestappen, bit of dirty talking, pet names, not beta read

Relationships: Lestappen x Reader

Mentor!Kimi Raikkonen x Reader

Sebastian Vettel, Fernando Alonso, Lewis Hamilton x Platonic!Reader

Notes: this is full of motorsport categories inaccuracies, just go with the vibes please. There are a few inaccuracies regarding other drivers' lives, but they are just to fit the story. This chapter is very angsty and none of it is an attack at the drivers nor their fans and personalities, please.

I know I KNOW, this got out of hand, AGAIN. I promise next part (and hopefully last) is more focused on the romance, and the happy ending reader deserves.

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You spent Christmas with your mom, sharing a lot of presents and watching a bunch of stupid Christmas movies. New Year’s was now a tradition to spend with the Raikkonen Family, joined with the closest friends for a little get together. It was a good opportunity to reconnect with Kimi’s kids who missed you a lot during the season.

Charles never contacted you during winter break, which you were sure was the best after that mistake. You hated each other too much and the only thing that could come out of that was toxicity from the both of you. You refused to even acknowledge what had happened and its implications, that wouldn’t and couldn’t mean anything.

During the pre-season testing in Bahrain, you and Charles were back to whatever your relationship was before that one lapse in judgment months before.

Nobody noticed anything.

One day, Fernando pulled you aside for a little chat. You two sat side by side on big moving boxes, sipping on energy drinks.

“There’s something I have been wanting to talk to you about since last year,” he started, seemingly pensive, distant.

“Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, yeah. Remember after we first met when you asked me if I had advice for you regarding your career?” Fernando said, and you remembered.

Right after you had gotten close, you asked him for advice, you always did, especially about racing. But one day, you were chatting about his career, and you asked if had any lessons you should never forget. He had laughed joking about read all your contracts then asking if you were calling him old, but he said if he ever had any advice, he would tell you.

“Yes, have you got my answer yet?”

“Sí, Nena,” he paused, looking deep into your eyes, “enjoy.”

You frowned and he saw the confusion on your face.

“I see much of my younger self in you, you know? The same passion, this fiery desire to win, your goal for the championship, to conquer the world…” Fernando paused, looking up to the clear sky, the sunset coming around, “And I did. But I wish I had enjoyed it more. I should’ve gone to parties, I should’ve visited the countries we went to and tried the food, I should’ve made more friends, I should’ve had more lovers… I was so focused on winning, on getting my hands on that trophy of champion of the world, that I missed out on a lot.”

You felt your eyes tear up, and you wiped it before the tears came down. Putting your hand on his shoulder, you smiled at him.

“It’s such an honor race with you. And an even greater honor to have you as a friend, Nano” you whispered to him, you two laughed as his eyes watered too, and slapping his shoulder you laughed, “don’t make me cry, you old softie!”

You took his advice to your heart.

You went to the parties, you met new people, and that’s how after two entire seasons, you managed to befriend Lando, your teammate. You two had to open your hearts a little bit and meet in the middle. Which proved to be great, the whole team loved the change in your dynamic. You still weren’t besties, but you were close colleagues, and that was great. Everyone noticed the change and it reflected on how you started racing as a team instead of individually.

The car was even better than the year before, and the first race of the season you got a promising win.

That win, Lando’s pestering, and Fernando’s advice was how you ended up in a party after the Bahrain GP. Wearing a skimpy mini dress and 5 tequila shots deep, swaying your hips to the sound of Rihanna. You were dancing and singing with Lando and a few of his friends, loudly screaming the lyrics.

When it was way too hot for you, you grabbed a water bottle and beelined your way out of the crowded dance floor. You found a corner of the VIP section where the AC seemed to be working better, and as you stumbled inside the small space, you ran chest first into someone.

“Sorry,” you said, taking a step back and pressing your back against the cold wall.

“Enjoying your win?” Your head snapped up as you recognised Max’s voice. You had run into him.

Lando had mentioned inviting Max to the party, he had gotten a P2 in the race but you doubted he would go to a party he knew you would attend. You were obviously wrong.

“You know I am,” the victory was so good that nothing could ruin your mood.

“Well, then enjoy it. I’m coming for the win, again.” He warned you but his voice was devoid of anything, just sounded like he was casually telling you about the weather. But you knew that he was implying his championship the year before, rubbing it in your face.

“Don’t be so confident, Max,” you finished your water, smirking at him, “Enjoy the view of my rear!”

You flipped your hair, feeling his eyes on you the whole walk back to the dance floor.

And yet-

Somehow-

You ended up back at that small corner, dancing with your body pressed between Verstappen’s and the wall, his hand holding your jaw firmly, you rolled your hips against him, feeling the way his body responded to yours.

“We can’t-” he said to you, still, his eyes hadn’t left your lips, like he was so oh so tempted.

You rolled your eyes, annoyed. Sober you would never do that, but then, that was a problem for later. Checking to see if anyone was looking at you, you hooked a finger around his waistband and pulled him towards the bathroom.

As soon as the two of you were inside, you locked the door and Max pressed your back against the door, latching his lips to yours in a very desperate open mouthed kiss. You hugged his shoulders, opening your lips to him, his hands went down your sides and he grabbed your ass, pulling you into him. But that wasn’t enough, so he held your thighs and pulled up, carrying you. You locked your legs around his waist, and he stopped the kiss to walk, sitting you on the marble side of the sink, still between your legs, forcing his bulge against your panties, and eliciting a moan from you.

He took a half step back to hike your dress up, palming your cunt over your panties feeling the dampness of it, he tried to press his hand under your panties, but the lacy fabric didn’t leave much space, so he simply tore the bottom of them, exposing you to him. He just ran a finger over your slit, collecting your wetness for a brief moment before pushing a finger into you. Max watched your face with concentration, studying your body’s responses. Your hips shaking at the movement of his finger, and when the second one joined, you got louder. He curled his fingers up, his thumb pressing your clit, and you had to use both hands to hold onto him, your head lolling back against the mirror.

“Take it and shut the fuck up,” he grunted between clenched teeth.

He was pressing your insides so good, the slick sound of his fingers going in and out, his heavy breathing, the loud music outside and his laser focused fingers had you coming against his fingers in minutes. When he noticed you close, cunt spasming against his fingers, he pressed the other hand against your mouth, covering your moans when your toes curled and you orgasmed on his hand.

Max barely let you recover as he opened his jeans and stroked himself twice before pushing his cock into you in one swift move, making you gasp at the sudden intrusion.

“That’s what you wanted, right? Fucking teasing me all night,” He pushed particularly hard, hitting your g-spot, making you see stars, “you’re a fucking menace, y’know that? Fucking insufferable,” then his words became a mumbling of something dutch you couldn’t quite catch anymore with the way his hips snapped against yours, taking all your focus away and turning you into a mess of moaning.

Max fucked like he raced, focused and relentless, brutal. He hugged you with one arm around your waist to keep you in place and the other held you face, tilting your head so he could kiss you, or whatever that mess of saliva, tongues and teeth was. Your orgasm crashed through you unexpectedly, and you only hugged him tighter, pressing your face against his chest, biting into his skin through the fabric of his T-shirt to silence yourself, your teeth sinking into him was enough to send him also over the edge, coming with moans against your ear.

That night, you went home with shaking legs and an incoming headache, as Max left with the scraps of your panties in his pocket and your lipstick stain on his shirt, above his chest.

It was the seventh race of the year, Monaco, and you absolutely hated that specific track since your years of F2. During your two first years in F1 you had awful experiences, the rookie year you DNF and the year prior you had barely managed a P7. You were trying to keep your head up, be hopeful that you could at least try for top 5.

But since you couldn’t catch a fucking break, an old video of your teenage years resurfaced.

You were walking to your first round of interviews when Amanda, your PR manager, started walking by your side.

“There’s something. An old video of a karting competition resurfaced, where Max and Charles pretty much call you stupid,” Amanda was always direct, you could give it to her.

“Let me see the video” you asked, offering your hand for her phone.

“We don’t have time, but everyone will ask you about it. I need you to be the bigger person and act like it isn’t important, yes? They will try to taunt you and get a bad reaction from you, I need you to dismiss everything they throw at you. Agreed?”

You sighed. You knew the stuff from your teens were pretty bad, you rarely badmouthed Max or Charles, but they always felt threatened by you, so there were lots of instances they attacked you. Honestly, you just didn’t want to come out of this victimized. So as you entered the first round of interviews, you decided you were going to downplay anything they asked you.

“Y/N, have you seen the footage of you, Max and Charles from your teenage years that resurfaced recently?”

“No, uh, I haven’t.”

Someone pushed an iPad in your hands because of course, they wanted a live reaction from you. You pressed play, reading the subtitles someone put on the video. It was an amateur recording like a post race interview made by another teenage guy. First as Max walked out of the track, the guy asked what he thought of your win.

“It was luck, she’s not bright enough to think of a strategy,” Max said, walking away, clearly pissed having lost to you.

There was a cut and the camera was turned on again when Charles walked toward the guy asking the question. He repeated exactly the same question he had asked Max.

“Y/N, I don’t worry about her long term. She’s not going very far in this sport anyway,” Charles shrugged, seemingly unbothered.

As the video cut again, it showed your face, you remembered when that was. You were 14, and your dad had dropped you a few months earlier, so you were working your ass off balancing school, work and karting.

“Hey, Y/N. What do you think of your result today?”

“Uh, I tried a new strategy I learned earlier this week, thankfully it worked in my favor,” teen-You dried your forehead with your coat’s sleeve.

“What are your plans for this competition?”

“Well, I hope to be good enough to get into F4 next year, and work my way up into Formula 1,” you smiled softly and walked away after a quick bye.

The video ended and you still spent a few seconds staring at the black screen of the iPad. This interview didn’t come to your mind in more than a decade, but it was nice seeing how you made your 14-year-old dream come true.

“So, what do you say?” The reporter extended his mic to you.

“I guess I proved them wrong, right?” You giggled a little, “don’t take it to heart, really. We were all hormonal teenagers, I’m sure if someone digs, they will find a video of me saying the same stuff about them,” you shrugged, despite that being a lie, sounded dismissive enough.

“So it doesn’t upset you?” The reporter insisted, and you knew he wanted a scandal you weren’t willing to give.

“Of course not. I’ve always known my worth, and I’m P1 in the driver’s championship as of right now. So I don’t really care.”

The interviewers soon let the video go, when they realized you didn’t care about it. You weren’t sure if anyone would also approach Charles or Max with questions about the same video, but you couldn’t care less, you wanted to avoid drama for the time being so you could focus on the championship instead of this bullshit.

On the morning of qualifying, you were in your room, trying to meditate and clear your mind, when a knock interrupted you.

“Guys, I asked for twenty minutes so I could-” you stop yourself when you realize it isn’t anyone from your team, but it’s Max and Charles, “what are you doing here?”

“We came to apologize about the video,” Max started.

“Did your PR teams send you here?” You looked around, trying to catch a camera or even a phone recording.

“No uh, we realized we were very immature with you, and this video is just proof of how silly that was,” Charles sighed, seemingly embarrassed.

“You don’t need to apologize, I mean- the two of you really had it out for me, you called me dumb a lot,” you pointed to Max, then Charles, “and you called me ugly countless times. I don’t know why it would make any difference now.”

You were just so used to being defensive, to protect yourself from hatred you found it hard to believe them, to give them a chance to apologize because you couldn’t believe it to be genuine.

“Even if you don’t take it, or believe it, I would like to apologize for that behavior. I was just a stupid kid.” Max looked deep into your eyes, which could’ve made you uncomfortable if he didn’t seem so honest.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. It was too idiotic to be like that to you, growing up. You were just a kid too.” Charles added.

You understood where that apology came from, it was stupid and embarrassing for all three of you this teenage rivalry when you all were barely mid racers back in the day. Sighing, you looked around, dropping your façade for a second, allowing yourself to display the same honesty they showed you.

It was hard and required some sort of deprogramming because you could only see them as rivals, like your dad had whispered in your brain so many times before, like their actions towards you had cemented dad’s words. They had said things that were on your mind for so long, that had made you defensive and deflective.

“Look, don’t worry about it. Whatever happened back then, it’s water under the bridge,” You shifted on your feet. As they started walking away, you added “this doesn’t mean we’re friends.”

They only nodded before leaving. Your routine went back to the same, and as the next scandal went on, people forgot about the silly video, but a very specific part of the fans started shipping you and both your rivals.

The rivalry never died down though.

Then, out of nowhere, Sebastian pulled you and Lewis aside to a conversation. Then he told you that he was going to retire by the end of the season. It was the first time the two of them saw you cry, and Sebastian hugged you tight, shushing your crying softly.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispered, petting your head.

“No, don’t apologize,” you let him go, drying your face, “I have listened to you talking countless times about how you missed the kids. Don’t apologize for choosing to be a great dad. I know Hanna and the kiddos will be ecstatic.”

“You two are my closest friends here, that’s why I wanted to tell you first, before my announcement.”

“Thank you, Seb,” you said, eyes still watering, “I’m going to miss having you around.”

“Thank you for telling us beforehand,” Lewis said, also visibly emotional.

The season was writing itself to be just as close as the year prior, but now you were slightly better at keeping the lead most.

That is until Zandvoort. This GP was always a nightmare to you, because it was full of Max’s fans, and they absolutely hated you for being his rival. You had been booed when you were on the podium the year before, so now, you and Amanda decided it was best to keep your head down during the whole week. Not out of shame, but more of a matter of safety, you didn’t know how far the crowd could go in antagonizing you. When you were booed the other year, Max had said it was part of the sport and dismissed the conversation.

The morning of free practice, you went into the paddock very low-key and kept to yourself. You arrived with a little cup of coffee and got mentally ready for a hostile environment the whole weekend. That, until you spotted a small group of people dressed with your color and wearing your number, waving wildly to you.

In a spur of the moment decision, you went there, getting close to the barrier to sign a few caps and take a few selfies. In retrospect, you knew you shouldn’t have done that, especially with only two bodyguards accompanying you.

You were finishing chatting with your fans when you felt something heavy hit the side of your head and the impact made you stumble backwards, you were confused as you heard the screams and felt one of the bodyguards pull you back, as the other jumped the barrier and started running. You patted your temple and something wet and sticky was dripping down the side of your face. You stared at the small group of fans who were looking at you horrified. Staring at the hand, you saw the red staining your fingers, and as the bodyguard kept pulling you away to somewhere safer, the thing flowed even more and got into your left eye.

You wondered if it was blood as you touched your temple but felt nothing, not a gash nor small cut. You covered your left eye as it started to sting from what you supposed smelt like paint.

“Hey, hey, what happened? You’re bleeding!” Max jogged up to you.

“Not blood, just paint” you muttered, trying to use your coat to clean your face.

“Someone threw a paint ball at her,” the bodyguard said.

“Fuck, it’s burning!” You exclaimed, feeling tears in your left eye.

“Come here, the RB hospitality is close,” Max said, holding your wrist, he stopped shortly pointing to your bodyguard, “and you, sort this and find the person who did it.”

You let yourself be taken by Max into the RB territory, the burning so annoying that you rather take whatever solution he was thinking of. He held your waist and placed you sitting on a sink, and then you felt water streaming down your face.

“Stay still,” Max commanded, holding a hose over your head, pouring water down your face, “now blink slowly, let the water wash it,” his voice soft as you did what he told you to. Slowly but surely, it washed the paint away, relieving your left eye from the stinging. Max held the hose up and held your chin, tilting your head up so he could check your eye, still letting the water stream down your face.

You took a few minutes, breathing and regulating your heartbeat from that scare, trying to come back to normal and understand fully what was going on. From what you gathered, you were chatting with fans when someone else came and threw something with paint at you.

“How does it feel?”

“It’s better, already stopped burning,” you told him, feeling your heart miss a beat at the close proximity you found yourself to him. You were sitting on a sink, Max standing between your legs pretty much like you two had done months before for entirely different reasons.

“Open your eye, let me see,” he asked, and you tried to blink it open, “can you see?”

“It’s a little blurry but I believe it will get better,” you explained, and he didn’t let go of your chin. Suddenly, he covered your right eye with the other hand, leaving you only with your left eye sight.

“How many fingers am I putting up?” He showed it to your left eye. The vision was a bit blurry but you still could make out the shapes very clearly.

“Four, Max. It’s just a little bit blurry, probably will get better in a few minutes” you sounded annoyed, you tried to move but he pressed a hand against your waist, keeping you in place.

“Now, what happened?” He asked finally. You ignored the proximity, and the hand still on your body.

“We’re in Zandvoort, that’s what happened,” you shrugged, really annoyed about it.

“What do you mean?” He was visibly confused. You scoffed because you knew it wasn’t something he didn’t know, since the year before he has dismissed the importance of how hostile people were to you.

“We’re massively surrounded by your fans, Max.”

“I don’t understand.”

“They hate me because you hate me, and they think because you hate me they’re justified in their hostility towards me,” You explained, with a sigh, you pushed away from Max, “this GP has been like this for me ever since Rookie year.”

“I don’t hate you,” he said, brows furrowed.

“You do. And they do too,” you pointed down at the paint that had also stained your shirt as proof.

“I don’t,” he insisted and you rolled your eyes, jumping off the sink, but he didn’t give you space, which made you stand chest to chest with him, “I promise.”

You stared at him, breathless. That wasn’t part of the game you played, being kind, sounding worried and making promises. None of that was part of this whole rivalry. Pushing his chest, you tried getting away but he caged you against the sink, body flush against yours.

“Do you believe me?” He asked and your eyes fell to his lips, and you allowed yourself to remember the desperate and chaotic kisses you had shared in a dimly lit bathroom, “I don’t support any of this behavior.”

You heard voices and steps approaching, which made you finally push him away, walking towards the door. Whatever little magic had been happening between those walls was undone the moment you remembered none of that would’ve happened if he had politely put a stop to it earlier.

“It’s part of the sport and I have to deal with it, right?” You returned the very same words he had said about you when you were booed by the crowd the year prior.

As you opened the door, you were faced with Sebastian. He stopped, taking you in and then pulling you in a hug.

“Are you ok? We just heard what happened!” He murmured, guiding you out of the bathroom. He held your shoulders and looked at your face, checking how your left eye was still a little red, “we should take you to see a doctor, come on.”

Lewis soon arrived at the entrance of the RBR station, he warned about the reporters crowding outside, waiting for a glimpse of you after the attack. The British man gave you a Mercedes coat so you put it over your head and avoid the cameras waiting outside. With the bodyguards and both Lewis and Sebastian leading you away, you ended up at the medical center, and after a quick examination, the doctor gave you eye drops to put throughout the day.

Your Principal suggested you sit the FP1 out, letting the reserve driver take your place while you recovered. By the middle of FP1, your eyesight was 100% and you went to get ready for FP2. The whole day you felt like everyone was being extra careful, tiptoeing around you. You hated feeling like you were being pitied, so when the inevitable round of interviews came, you knew what you had to do.

“We heard about your incident earlier today, how are you feeling about it?” Someone asked.

“I’m pretty upset, to be honest. Formula 1 is a sport loved around the whole world, and the paddock overall is supposed to be a safe place not only for the fans, but also the workers and drivers. What happened today is unacceptable and could’ve been much worse. I’m voicing my dissatisfaction and I intend to, through legal means, take this complaint to the FIA.”

Later that night, as you laid awake on your bed, scrolling through the repercussions of the day, you stopped when you saw a snippet of Max's interview.

“What happened today was dangerous and unacceptable, I don’t support this behavior and I stand with Y/N,” that was all he said, but Max usually was a man of few words, always knowing when it was enough.

You knew he should’ve voiced that much earlier in your career, specifically after the booing the year before, but still- He also could have opted to not say anything at all, and he didn’t.

Amanda also sent you the news that the fan who had attacked you was found and banned for life from Formula 1.

After calling Sebastian, you managed to get ahold of Max’s phone number and texted him a simple message.

Thank you. Twice. - Lioness

The text went to read almost immediately, and the three dots appeared from his side of the screen. You wait, and wait, and wait. And then the dots disappeared, and an answer never came.

After a solid P2 that weekend in Zandvoort, you went home for the summer break. You and your mom had planned to go to Monaco for a little while since you were planning on buying a place there. From there, you and your mom would go all around the French Riviera to enjoy the sea and spend a few days in a spa resort. Then, you would go back home and relax before going to Ibiza for a weekend to meet Lando and his friends to enjoy some partying.

Everything went according to plan, but one day when you came back home after the trip to the French Riviera, you found your mom passed out on the living room floor.

You called an ambulance, quickly taking her into the hospital. Everything was a blur, the tests and scans, your mom still unconscious on a hospital bed, and the results. The results that pulled the floor from under your feet.

Your brain couldn’t fully compute what was said. Cancer Stage 4. Surgery. Palliative care.

The world was muted around you as you sat on a chair in the waiting room, hands shaking when you tried to understand what was happening. You somehow ended up calling the one other person you trust.

“Y/N? What happened?”

“I don’t understand- she just- she just passed out and I thought- but- but they said- palliative care” you try to come up with words.

“Talk to me. Are you sick?” Kimi’s voice is so focused and a little soothing.

“It’s mom”

“Send your location, I’m going there,” that’s all he said.

Waiting for Kimi gave you some sense of purpose, because it’s Kimi. He could fix anything. He fixed your life when you were 14, he can do it again. He would get there and find a way to help. Your mind got so clouded when the word cancer was thrown in the conversation, that you probably missed the part about treatments and- and surgery and stuff.

In your mother’s room there was a comfortable couch where you tried to settle to sleep, but you only spent countless hours awake. You hoped to see the doctor again to try and get him to explain everything for a second time.

You wished you were smart and quick, but no, you just sat there holding onto the hope that Kimi had a way to fix this.

Kimi arrived early the next morning, knocking on the door before entering. You stood up, hugging him tight.

“What happened?”

“It’s pancreatic cancer, they said. We need to see more about surgery and- and treatments.”

You and Kimi found the doctor, who explained again, and in that moment you finally understood what he meant the first time around. She was in a late stage of pancreatic cancer, which was usually a very difficult illness to find before it is too late, due to the placement of the organ in the body and late symptoms. The only options were either to try a very risky surgery and chemo so she could extend her life for around 8 months to a year. Or she could go home to live her last few months the way she wanted.

You begged and cried and bribed and offered every single solution your brain could muster to try and save her. Kimi held you when you fell to the floor, sobbing.

When your mom woke up and you and Kimi told her the diagnosis, she cried too, sobbing in your arms as you tried to hold it together for her sake. It took a couple of days for her to choose to go home. The two of you spent the last days of summer break traveling around the world a bit more, visiting temples and statues, and seeing nature and everything good the world had to offer, going to places motorsport hadn’t taken you to.

Your mom went to every race week from there on, even when she felt especially weak, even when you had to hire a full time medical team for her.

Your focus on the season was solely on the moment between entering the car and leaving the car. You still managed to race like you’ve done before, calm and controlled, with the help of your engineers and team, you still could put the car where you wanted it, paving your way for a solid world championship that year. It was like your brain was seeing racing as the one thing in your life you had full control over, so sometimes you even felt like you and the car were one.

You didn’t tell anyone about her. Though every driver noticed how distant you were, even Charles and Max and the ones that weren’t very close to you noticed how you were only fulfilling your obligations and leaving, you weren’t even celebrating your wins, leaving the fastest you could after a race.

The Singapore GP was tough for you, having to leave your mom home alone with the medical staff and a couple of friends from her book club, since she wasn’t strong enough to travel anymore. Your attention was failing all throughout media day and free practices. Qualifying was shit compared to your performance the rest of the season.

In Q3 you did a reasonable sector 1 and 2 but you messed up sector 3 completely. It was a complete accident when you got in the way of a Ferrari when he was doing his fast lap, and you ended up messing his qualy too. Jace let you know it was none other than Charles Leclerc, who was setting the pace for a pole position. Out of 19 drivers, you had to ruin his lap. In the end, Max got pole, Charles qualified P3 and you qualified P5.

You went through the motions during the post qualifying press. You were about to leave after debriefing, when Charles Leclerc found you on the way to the parking lot. You pulled your coat tighter around yourself protectively as he walked up to you. You were hoping to escape his fury at least until after the race the next day. Before he could even get a word in, you started.

“Look, I know I messed up your pole. I know you won’t believe me, but it wasn’t intentional. I really thought there was no one doing fast laps on the track, I thought everyone was either still doing out laps or in the pits, so when you-”

“Calm down, breathe,” he interrupted you, “I’m not here to fight.”

“No?” You frowned, confused with the kindness in his eyes.

“We know you’re going through something, and I’m sure I’m the last person you want to hear this from, but you’re not alone. And you should really consider talking with someone on the grid. They’re all- we’re all worried about you.”

The words felt alien coming from his mouth, but the gentleness was so comforting you felt a lump in your throat.

“Why do you think I’m not ok?” You muttered trying to sound confident, but your voice failed, betraying you.

“You’re skinny and you look sleep deprived for a few weeks now,” Charles said directly.

“Damn, thanks.”

“I don’t mean it like that, you know it,” he paused, putting both hands on his pockets, “have you been eating?” Your lack of response made him press further, “have you eaten today?”

You pressed your lips together, not wanting to answer that.

“Let’s go, I’ll drive you to the hotel, we’ll stop on the way to grab some food,” Charles gestured to his car, a few meters away. You stood there, shocked as he started walking away, then he stopped looking over his shoulder, “come on, I don’t have all the time in the world.”

As you sat in his Ferrari, Charles put music on and you didn’t do much talking, but it was tranquil. He called the restaurant to order take out on the way, and 30 minutes later he dropped you off at the hotel with a bag full of food.

“Thank you, Charles.” You whispered before leaving the car.

You ate the food while on a video call with your mom.

You recovered well during the race, finishing P2, behind Max and ahead of Charles.

Your mom passed away a few days after the Japanese Grand Prix, the one you had won and dedicated it to her from the top step of the podium, even if she wasn’t there, just watching from home. You went home and stayed with her, holding her hands and hugging her as much as you could.

Some part of you knew she was somehow fighting, because she had promised you the year before she would be there when you became world champion. You could see she was hoping to make it to the end of the season, but you also knew she wouldn’t, and you rather she didn’t have to endure any more pain just for your sake.

“You don’t need to fight anymore, ma,” you whispered before she went to sleep, “you raised a strong woman, too. I will see you on the other side, ok? You can rest now, I love you.”

“I’m so proud of you, honey. I love you to the moon and back.”

You made it through her small funeral, following what she had written down before passing. An intimate funeral, full of flowers and a toast to her life. You cried the whole time, with Kimi and Minttu taking turns at comforting you as they could. Coming back to an empty home smelling of cleaning products made you almost lose your mind, and the sight of you in such despair was enough for Kimi to convince you to stay with them until you had to travel for the next race, in almost seven days.

The days passed in a crying blur, you let part of your team know about your mom’s passing. Only Amanda, Jace and your Principal. Jace tried to convince you to take a break and not go to the next race in Austin, but you quickly shut it off. Not only because racing was the one thing keeping you sane amidst the chaos, but because you were so close to the championship, and it was still close competition with Max and Charles, so you couldn’t afford to lose a race and the points that could come with it.

You had to honor your mom in some way.

That’s how you ended up on a plane to Austin with Kimi and Amanda. You knew Kimi had convinced you to let him go because he was sure you’d have a mental breakdown anytime along the weekend, but deep down you appreciated the company. Arriving there, Jace was the first to hug you and whisper his condolences, as well as your TP too.

You survived the entire weekend without breaking down crying in public, but that was your worst race in a few months, the first time out of a podium since Spa. You ended up P5, which luckily wasn’t too bad because Max finished P4 which you were grateful for as he was the one who was P2 in the driver’s championship close behind you.

After that week, you packed your stuff and moved to the new condo in Monaco you had bought during summer break. Despite loving your mom to pieces, you couldn’t manage to live alone in the house you bought for her a couple of years before, it was lonely and it hit you with overwhelming waves of sadness all the time. You distracted yourself a lot with buying furniture and decorations for the new place, and discovering Monte Carlo in a whole new way. The one comfort in all that, was knowing your mom wasn’t suffering anymore.

Then you went straight to Mexico for the next Grand Prix, this time, Kimi left you because he had to come home to Minttu and the kids. Amanda had been such a support for you, that you knew you had to give her something special for the holidays, out of gratitude.

Everything was going as expected until the press conference. You were there with Charles, Max, Sebastian and Lando. You suspected they were putting you always in the same group as Max and Charles because, as the season nearing the end, only three races left, they were your close competition.

While someone asked something of Charles, you were whispering with Sebastian, chatting about Mexican foods you wanted to try after the race. Then, something bizarre happened, and phones started to ping all around the room, between reporters, cameras and everyone else started checking their phones. It seemed like something out of a black mirror nightmare.

You reached for your phone but then remembered you left it to charge in your room.

“This question is for Y/N,” a reporter asked, reading something from his phone, “there’s a new article that just came out saying your mom passed away a couple of weeks ago, is that true?”

Your blood ran cold, and every sound felt like it was muted inside the room. Wide eyed, you searched for Amanda, who was somewhere on the opposite side of the room, and when you found her, she was pale. Then, there was a cacophony of voices and cameras and questions, that made you suddenly overwhelmed.

Swallowing, trying to reassess, you found Sebastian already standing, holding your shoulders. Looking around you noticed how the other three drivers had stood up, making some sort of shield around you, protecting you from the cameras and reporters swarming around.

“We can go, ok? Come on,” Sebastian was saying when Amanda caught up to you, leaning beside Sebastian.

“We can leave, right now,” she said, holding your hand.

Still a little confused, you nodded and let them both guide you back to your room.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry for your loss,” Sebastian hugged you, running his hands on your back for comfort.

“How- how did they find out?” You ask Amanda.

“An article came out, I’m not sure. Someone was probably digging into your life, but don’t worry, I put the team on it already.”

“How do- how we diffuse this? How do we proceed? We need to address this, right?” You started blabbering, trying to wrap your head around everything.

“That was very disrespectful of them to ask like that!” Sebastian exclaimed, making you two jolt.

“We’ll do whatever you’re comfortable with. Do you want me to release a note asking for privacy?” Amanda suggested.

“Can I write something and then run it by you?” You asked, she only nodded.

After a moment, both Amanda and Seb left you alone as you typed a note on your phone. You rewrote and deleted a few times before settling on something heartfelt and respectful but also, calling out the invasion of privacy.

My mom passed away a few days ago after battling with cancer for the past few months.

She had requested of me to keep it a secret until after the season was over, so I could mourn her without the weight of racing over my shoulders.

But obviously someone went digging and disrespected not only one of her last wishes but also disrespected my grief and my right to privacy. I love my mom but I’ll not be answering any more questions about her illness or death, please respect me and respect her memory.

All the love, Y/N

Nobody asked anything over the weekend, but again, it felt like everyone was tiptoeing around you. As soon as you first saw Nano the next day, he held you tight for almost a minute whispering his condolences, and it made you almost cry again. Lewis also spared you a hug, saying if you ever needed anything, to contact him.

You survived that weekend, and decided to go straight to Brazil for the next GP instead of going back to Monaco. In São Paulo you mostly slept your worries and fears away. You had promised yourself to try and focus on the season only, to make your dream come true, to fulfill your mom’s promise in some way.

With Ferrari’s bad strategy in Mexico, they had ruined Charles’ chance at the championship. Now your only competition was Max and the Red Bull rocketship.

You rewatched the race a couple of times as you usually did, to try and catch any mistakes you or your team may have made, to fix it for the next one. But also to try and notice any weaknesses of your rivals, if it was something you could use in your own favor.

You noticed right away in the FP1 that your car wasn’t adhering to the track, you were losing balance and needed more force than usual to keep yourself in place. By FP2, you managed to control your car better, but that caused your tyres to wear off way more quickly.

Quali was one of the shittiest you’ve ever done in your career, taking you out in Q2 for the first time that year, placing you for a start at P12.

“Listen, we’ll do better tomorrow, ok?” Jace told you as soon as you entered the garage, seeing Max still out with a shot at pole position.

“Give me a few minutes to unwind, please,” you asked, dropping your helmet, balaclava and gloves at a nearby table.

You went straight to your room, searching for your phone. Immediately calling Kimi, you waited for him to pick up.

“I watched it,” he said first and foremost.

“If I do bad in the race tomorrow, and Max does well, then I’m gonna lose the championship, Kimi,” saying that out loud made you shiver in horror, “FUCK!” You screamed, kicking a chair.

“First of all, even if you did bad tomorrow, you’d still have a chance to fight for the championship in Abu Dhabi. You know that,” Kimi warned you as if he was scolding a little kid, “second of all, I never taught you this loser mindset. You’ll have to find a way to work around the problems in your car tomorrow.”

“Shit, I’m so fucked! How? How could I even-”

“Remember when I first met you? Your kart was with almost this same problem, yeah? Remember you got P2? You went ahead and fixed it. That’s what I need you to do tomorrow, don’t focus on what you can’t do, only focus on what you can do.”

“I’ll try my best.”

“No trying. Do it.”

After spending the entire night crafting plan A, B, C and Z with you strategists and engineers, you barely got any sleep, but you forced yourself to rest. In the morning, you went to the track early to meet with your team again, to run your strategies one more time, when you had an idea. You’d still follow the plans you had carefully crafted with the team, but you decided to make a Plan Star, as you had called. Interlagos didn’t have any safety car in the last two years, so it was dangerous to fully count on one. But your plan star consisted in the case of a safety car in this one specific window of laps, you’d go to the pits for hards, counting on everyone else being on old softs or mediums at that specific point in the race. But for it to work, you had to be the first of the front field to go in.

As the lights went out and you accelerated, you got already three positions up, landing in P9, and luckily, the points zone. Jace was worried in your ears, talking about the car and the tyres management. With controlled calm and Kimi’s voice in your head, you managed a few more positions in the first 14 laps, landing P7. You lost a bit of time there, since Nando was P6 and everyone knew how tough it always is to overtake him. But you eventually managed to get the position. Unfortunately, it was the moment you had to go to your first pitstop. Due to the problems in your car wearing off your tyres, you would have to go for a two-stop, which ended up costing you three positions again. But you were patient and you were rewarded when the other cars had to pit, which gave you back the four places you had lost.

The race you went on and you barely moved up or down from your P5, but you managed to concentrate.

Jace, on the other hand was sounding more and more worried about your second pit stop, about the difficulty in get closer to P4, about the P6 trying to enter DRS zone behind you, with your tyres wearing off, with the-

“Jace, I love you but please shut the fuck up, I know what to do,” you were praying for a miracle when suddenly, there was a yellow flag, and the safety car went out during the perfect window of laps, “fuck, Jace, this is plan star.”

“Copy,” he paused, his voice sounding secure, “Box, box.”

You changed into hards, no one else went to the pits, and the race restarted after three more laps. The safety car had closed the gap between you and the P4, which made you overtake him easily.

Jace was still keeping quiet to help your concentration, he only interrupted to warn you about overheating your tyres, and your velocity per lap compared to the next position. You started overtaking like a madwoman as much as your tyres allowed.

“That’s P1, Lioness,” Jace told you.

“Copy that.” You said with your voice shaken.

As you managed your P1, you went back to be aware of your surroundings, seeing a Red Bull right behind you, trying to overtake but you managed to hold position.

When you took the checkered flag, you sighed with relief, Kimi was right.

“Congratulations, Y/N! That’s a brilliant, brilliant win!” Jace’s voice was sounding shaken too.

“You’re crying, Jace?” You laughed softly.

“It’s an honor to tell you that you, Y/N Y/L/N, are a Formula 1 world champion!” Jace shouts, and behind him you can hear more people screaming.

“What? Jace you’re fucking with me!”

“No, Lioness, you’re the 2022 champion of the world!”

“But- but how? There’s one race left? And Max was right behind me!”

“No, Verstappen DNFed during that one yellow flag. Behind you was Perez.”

You made the calculations quickly in your head. Max was P2 in the championship, but this DNF meant no points, and even if he managed to win the last race in Abu Dhabi, he wouldn’t be able to equal you in points. So-

“OH MY GOD, oh my god!” You screamed your lungs out, feeling the tears streaming down into your balaclava, “Fuck yes! I’m Formula 1 World Champion! Thank you, thank you so much guys! Jace, holy shit, I’m the champion!”

“You’re the champion!” Jace confirmed.

You felt joy in a way you hadn’t felt in a long, long time, as you stopped your car on the number one spot. Still a little dizzy from the thrill, you left the car, going straight to your team, heavily waiting for you. They all hugged you, hitting your helmet, saying congratulations and everything. You took a moment to hug Jace and Amanda, who had been of great support throughout the year.

After getting weighted and being congratulated by the other two on the podium, Perez and Hamilton, the latter hugging you tight as he took you off the floor, you drank water as you waited for the post race interview with Nico Rosberg.

You were giddy, barely holding yourself together with how happy you were feeling, how you wanted to hold the trophy, how grateful you were and more importantly, how you felt a great weight being lifted off your shoulders.

“Y/N, congratulations on becoming a World Champion! I have to say, as a girl dad, it is great to see you become the first woman ever to win this title. How do you feel? What do you want to say?” Nico offered, with a kind smile.

“To be honest, I can barely contain myself. It’s such an honor to be here and be the world champion. I look at the past and see my younger self who never thought would make it to Formula 1. It’s such a dream come true, after this year’s hardships, I’m glad to achieve the greatest dream of them all!” You said, kinda quickly, rambling as you tried to put into words all the emotions mixed with the happiness, “I’m sorry, I know I’m taking up all your time, I just want to dedicated this win, and this championship to three people who saved my life: Kimi, thank you for being the salvation of my career when we first met; And my mom, who’s not here anymore, thank you for being the light in my darkest days. And lastly, I want to thank myself for working my ass off and never giving up.”

You muttered a thank you as Nico only laughed at your rambling. Before you moved to the cooldown, you grabbed the mic back again.

“May I add one last thing?” You asked for Nico, who only nodded, pointing to the camera again, “This is to my father: I made it, you asshole.”

You wanted to send the middle finger too, but you knew you couldn’t because of the FIA’s guidelines, and you were already risking a penalty for cursing on live TV. In the cooldown room, you sat beside Lewis, watching a few highlights of the race on the screen. It showed a couple of your overtakes.

“Damn, you overtook like crazy,” Lewis muttered, seemingly amazed.

“I pulled a Lewis Hamilton in Interlagos last year,” you joked, and he laughed.

That podium felt like the culmination of everything you had worked for your whole life, felt like recovering your love for the sport for what it was, for the fast cars and the adrenaline. Being on that podium in Brazil as a World Champion shifted something inside you forever. During your anthem, you laughed, and when you got the trophy, you cried, pointing the trophy to the sunny sky with a silent prayer to your mom. You barely noticed, but you felt the champagne raining on you, and opened your arms to shower in it. Putting the trophy down, you splashed the other bottle, laughing and wetting everyone that was close to you, Lewis, Checo, Jace, who had gone up representing the team.

When the celebration ended, you stayed behind a little more, watching the crowd from the podium, and they started chanting. It took you a few seconds to realize they were chanting your name.

You raised your trophy at them, and they cheered even louder. Then you pointed it to the sky again.

“Look, ma, I made it” you whispered to yourself, feeling the tears streaming down your face.

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starrylayle · 8 months

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coming on here to quickly rant abt remadora. Okk yess I know ‘another wolfstar shipper shitting on remadora’ here me out okay!!! Just for a sec!! I read the Harry Potter books for the first time back in 2017 and remadora was my shit. Remus was my second favourite male character and tonks was my second fave female character. (Harry and cho were my first faves — yes I self inserted into Harry and had the biggest crush on cho — yes I cried when they broke up — shut up we all had our embarrassing phases!!)

Anyways back to remadora, I just thought they were so cute together, even tho it felt a little random. But one thing that I remember that really pissed me off was the ship name. I never understood why it was ‘remadora’ and not ‘ronks’. Tonks hated being called Dora!! I remember ranting abt this on my Wattpad acc (yes I know SHHHH) when I was reviewing all the Hp ships.

I don’t ship it anymore (obviously lol) and looking back, I think my issue with the ship name is lowkey symbolic for my key problem with remadora — it basically removes everything that made her interesting in the first place and reduced her to just Another Woman Character in the series. When she got with Remus, she became more mellow, more feminine, more complacent — which are fine traits btw — but that’s not tonks!! Now as I’m older, and re-reading the series, I see a lot of subtext for a gender non-conforming and possibly genderqueer person forced into a heterosexual relationship simply becoz jo didn’t want ppl thinking Remus was gay and coz she had this weird thing abt all ‘good’ women being mothers.

Which brings me to tonk’s pregnancy — I wouldn’t mind a storyline for tonks having a child — I just hate how jkr had to fit it into this whole nuclear family model and get her and Remus to get married. I feel like a more compelling, or at least consistent characterisation would have tonks having a one night stand with Remus after they were both mourning their cousin/uncle/lover’s death. Shit happens sometimes. And it would be interesting to see Tonks and Remus grapple with this and what it means for their child.

Another head cannon I saw on tik tok was that Tonks had a threesome with Fleur and Bill and since polyamory wasn’t socially acceptable she asked Remus to be the stand in legal father — and ofc Remus would say yes coz he’s Remus!! This hc sounded wild to me at first but they all gave me queer vibes and it just makes me happy so now this is the headcanon I stick with lol.

Anyways not every woman has to have a husband and 2-3 kids to be a good person jkr!! Families are complex! Women are complex! And Tonks deserves better imo.

P.s. if you ship remadora that’s completely okay!! This is just my opinion!! I’ve seen remadora shippers who don’t water down tonk’s character/subtextual queerness — I just hate how jkr depicted the ship in canon.

#anti remadora #wolfstar #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #tonks #marauders hcs #marauders #marauders era #this is without mentioning the thirteenth year age gap between them #usually when it’s two consenting adults I don’t mind #but tonks is a fresh and eager graduate #and remus has survived a fucking war which has aged him more #not saying it’s predatory #it’s not at all #!!!#the gap just may unintentionally create a power imbalance within their relationship #ronks #tagging this to see if anyone actually uses this ship name

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Palo santo 101

Before you click play on the audio recording and blithely ignore the written guide, be sure to review the important science-based charts and insight-rich visuals sprinkled throughout it.

If you’ve ever walked into a party hosted by someone under 40 in Brooklyn, Lisbon, California, Condesa or Roma Norte, or Venice Beach and not smelled palo santo, then you probably had covid. Over the past decade palo santo has become the official scent of good vibes. It is an olfactory assurance for anyone who recognizes the scent that conversation will be limited to polyamory, regional burns, and adaptogen supplements. Despite the fact that no one ever doesn’t want to smell palo santo, it’s important to know when to use it and when to relegate your surroundings to their default odor. This guide will ensure that you know exactly how to make the most of the palo santo you carry in the shoulder bag you purchased at the Sant Jordi flea market in Ibiza during the off-season.

Like most cultural appropriations, no one who burns palo santo knows what it is, where it came from, why they use it, or why it’s even called palo santo. Let’s uncover the facts.

Bursera Graveolens is a tree native to the dry tropical forests of South America. Its discovery by white people dates back to 1972 at a now defunct swingers resort in Quito, Ecuador, where a guest from New Jersey named Paulo Santonicola noticed a stick with a burning ember on the end of giving off a fetid, wispy trail of smoke. He pointed at the burning stick and asked the guy holding the cocaine tray, who would now be called a consent educator, “por que?”

“Plaga,” he replied, and gnashed his teeth and made a flapping-wing motion with the hand not holding the cocaine tray. Paulo brought the wood back to his central New Jersey home as a last-ditch effort to ward off the deer that were eating the tomatoes in his garden. He started burning the wood around the clock in the steamy summer of 1972, during which he and his girlfriend hosted dozens of play parties.

“I didn’t care if people at my parties had a problem with the smell,” recounted Paulo. “Those frickin’ deer were jumping my fence and chewing through wire to eat my tomatoes. When I caught a whiff of that wood down in Quito, I thought, ‘they won’t come near my garden if I burn this shit.’”

Mr. Santonicola had achieved some level of notoriety in the adult film industry in the early 1970s, and his parties were well attended by neo-hippies, the disco elite and the first generation of yoga professionals. Over the course of the summer, a pavlovian association formed between the scent of the wood and casual sex, and his friends started asking him for sticks so that they could take the vibe home with them. At the sunset of his porn career, he saw an opportunity not only to rebrand his legacy, distancing himself from grainy adult films with problematic titles, but also to make oceans of cash: import the wood and sell it through his readymade network of yoga instructors under his stage name, Palo Santo.

Palo santo’s ubiquity today grew from its two foundational use cases: repelling pests and masking the odor of too many naked bodies in poorly ventilated New Jersey basements. Palo santo is still used today as a repellent of sorts to ward off bad vibes and people who do not use the word vibe in place of most nouns at the end of a question, such as scene, weather, temperature, culture, menu, rules, culture, law, opinion, suggested attire, relationship status, sexual proclivity, net worth and so on. It is also still used during group sex, but only when the group sex is intentional and/or ceremonial. There are many other ways, however, that you can improve the vibes of the world through the smoke of this wood, which was recently added to IUCN’s Red List of “near threatened” species, making it even more important to burn palo santo as a way of calling attention to its growing scarcity.

Airplanes

For a brief, blissful period during the pandemic, the only people who traveled were intrepid hipsters who had already contracted the virus and been instrumental in scaling it to global significance through music festivals, long-distance polycules and global nomadism. Commercial airlines from the spring of 2020 through the summer of 2021 were basically private air travel for people who know to always ask if party buffet chocolate is psycho-active. Air travel today is a much lower vibration experience, and it’s important that assertive restorative steps be taken by conscious travelers to make flying chill again. Hanging a dreamcatcher from the back of the seat in front of you and burning palo santo on the tray table is a great way of making a public flight experience feel more private. Be sure to light your palo santo only after the aircraft reaches cruising altitude, because tray tables must be stowed until then.

Other people’s parties

Not everyone with whom you may socialize is aware of how critical palo santo is to creating and maintaining a vibe. Some less experienced hosts try to make do with incense from India, Japan or other countries that have been annexed by Brooklyn or with candles from La Labo, and it may be up to you to rescue the vibe. Back when people consumed alcohol, bringing a nice bottle of wine was a way of showing a host your appreciation, but these days bringing palo santo, immediately lighting it and waving the stick around like Harry Potter on quaaludes is the optimal way of saying thank-you to someone who has invited you into their home.

Hospitals

While palo santo has not been proven by any form of science to deliver the healing benefits touted by people who sell or use palo santo, be assured that it does all of the things people say it does. Burning palo santo creates smoke, and smoke is pretty to watch and - like cardiovascular exercise - creates a healthy challenge for your lungs. Medical facilities are places where people go to heal, and bringing palo santo to visit a recovering friend is a beautiful contribution to not only their journey back to health but also the recovery of every patient within a twenty to fifty foot radius.

Conscious uncoupling ceremonies

Modifying your relationship trajectory in a direction that disappoints the person you are with might seem like a low vibe experience, but you can make it a high vibe experience by burning palo santo. While explaining that the rules that you set last week for your ENM pairing have become too confining, burning palo santo will deflect negative reactions and in some cases even seduce your partner into being amenable to a situationship that has absolutely no structure, rules or expectations. This can add to your sexual abundance and also serve as a pillar in your temple of confidence that helps you acquire new lovers at floor parties. If, rather than just undefining the relationship, you are certain there is no future with the person to whom you have exposed particles of burning wood, palo santo will prevent your ex-partner from making an opposing case or lingering too long after you have had uncoupling sex.

During sex with someone you don’t want to fall in love with you

In a rare moment of cultural relevance, Science has proven that pheromones strengthen the bonds of attraction between two or many more people during sexual activity. Sometimes, though, it is undesirable to strengthen bonds with a sex partner. Sometimes, it is optimal to maintain a totally impartial, unattached, stoic distance between the person who you are inside / is inside of you, given that attraction can lead to unintended expectations. Burning palo santo is an excellent way of muting the potency of pheromones, leveling the olfactory playing field and creating a piney through-line for all the people participating in a sexual experience.

Any kind of intentional wellness space

Because the smell of palo santo is so potent and distracting, burning it during intentional experiences (e.g. yoga, journaling, meditation, tantra classes, tantric sex, facials or any kind of PRP therapy) compels participants to step up their intention-setting efforts. It forces deep focus and concentration, kind of like how the deafening emo whines of RY X at a RY X concert force you to lean in, cock your head and make that weird squinty-eyed, mouth-agape listening face to be able to hear the unsolicited story of how literally anyone you happen to be standing next to was in an intentional polyamorous relationship with RY X.

Ancient actually sacred genuinely authentic real cultural events that were not invented by white people to extract money from other white people

Many people who attend Burning Man have begun to explore other intentional gatherings outside of Nevada that don’t involve metallic gold body paint. Some of these gatherings are thousands of years old and are led by people who have trained their entire lives to uphold traditions that have been passed down for generations within their culture. Particularly if a gathering takes place in its country of origin (rather than being exported, diluted and branded, like an ethnic fast food franchise), you may encounter native smells that don’t smell like palo santo. In these cases, it is not only permissible but even advisable to add palo santo to everyone’s experience, which you have probably been very reluctantly allowed to attend. Burning palo santo will communicate to the religious or cultural leaders of the gathering that you are on their level and (despite having never read anything about the gathering other than first few words of the top Google result you saw while standing on the Premier Access line into your Delta flight at JFK / LAX / SFO) have a deep respect for whatever they are chanting in a language that you cannot understand while you record the most intensely sacred moments for the Instagram story that you will post at the appropriate time in your home time zone so that everyone will know that you are an internationally intentionally spiritual person who gets access to authentic cultural events.

Despite its countless unproven benefits and its universal appeal within a very small circle, there are certain times when palo santo should not be burned. Palo santo can trigger flashbacks for people who first encountered the scent of it during acid trips. If someone walks into your container, smells the palo santo you’re burning and begins behaving erratically, just ask them to immediately return to their own container, lest they harsh the vibe you’re cultivating. The only other times that do not call for burning palo santo are when you’re alone, and no one else will see you lighting the stick and waving it around the room, bringing it within inches of everyone’s face whether they’ve invited it or not, while making awkwardly long eye contact with them, nothing but the winding trail of smoke in front of your your vulnerable gaze, thus communicating to them that you are a spiritually endowed person and care deeply about them knowing that you are a spiritually endowed person. So, a helpful rule of thumb is this: as with masturbation, you should always and only be burning palo santo when someone is watching, otherwise what’s the point.

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polyamorousmood · 3 months

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Hi! I'm rather new to poly and have found your blog to be a source of reassurance. I was wondering if I could ask for some advice-- no worries if you can't respond!

My partner and I opened our relationship about half a year ago. I don't really like my meta as a person; there isn't anything particularly wrong with her, our personalities are just too different and her energy stresses me out a little. Think grumpy cat and hyper puppy.

We share a friend group and this friend group does a lot of events together so we often share the same space. For context, she's known some of them for longer than I have, but I have become more enmeshed into the group since I joined. Hinge and I also live together (with two of said friends). Because of that, I always let her spend time with hinge whenever we have a gathering because I get to see hinge more often than her. In fact I almost actively avoid hinge and hang out with other people to give them space. Afterwards, I sleep on the couch so she can sleep in the (hinge and my) bed with hinge.

I feel like I'm doing my best to give her/them space but I can tell she isn't happy. The group went out to a restaurant for my birthday and when I walked into the lobby where she was waiting with some of the others, she started crying at the sight of me and had to excuse herself. I'm not sure what I did wrong. I had just had a date with hinge and we walked in together so maybe I forgot to stop holding hands with hinge (?) Maybe she saw my phone screen which was a picture of me and hinge (?) (A normal picture of us hugging not anything too intimate)

I feel awkward now and like I have to watch myself to make sure I don't "slip up" again. I don't think I should need to hold myself to such strict standards but perhaps I'm wrong. It feels like walking on eggshells around her and if I show hinge any affection then she'll be upset. The other day hinge sent a picture of us to the group chat and I think she's unfriended me on socials since then.

What should I do in a situation like this? Can I even do anything? Was my mistake really that bad?

😬😬😬

I'm just going to put the read more here

TL;DR: yeah, you should do something. I don't think its all on you for not adhering to 0 affection in front of the girlfriend ever though.

This brings up a lot of personal struggles for me. I am going to present as best I can a good faith reading of all parties here, but know that my bias favors you, dear asker.

For clarity, the asker will be called you, the partner will be called Hinge, and the meta of the asker will be called gf/Girlfriend.

I think Girlfriend is not actually 100% okay with polyamory, and is doing her best to smother those feelings because she's so fond of Hinge.

In fairness to gf, I am making a lot of assumptions (limitations of tumblr asks and limited information), its still fairly new, and its a really complicated place to be in for her. You're all friends so god only knows what would happen to the dynamic of the friend group if she couldn't make this work. If she breaks up, that makes things really awkward, if she enforces a stricter thing about keeping your lives separate, that makes things really awkward. Basically every move she makes here risks ramifications for her whole (or at least a lot of) her social life, not just her relationship with Hinge (and you).

Based on what you've said, I would be surprised if gf's done the work to confront the reality of what polyamory will look like for y'all and make peace with it. Or renegotiate that reality until its something she can make peace with. I say this because in most healthy dynamics I have seen, it should be expected for a partner to give you attention on your birthday. Girlfriend not being able to handle whatever it was that set her off, to me is proof she wasn't preparing. Now once she was at that junction, gf did the right thing by excusing herself, but I can only imagine how much that killed the vibe. On your birthday 🎂🫤.

So to your questions: "What should I do in a situation like this? Can I even do anything?" I do have some things you could do, but not a lot. The first of which is to ask her wtf that was about (but very gently) assuming its recent enough to do that. I would come at this from a place of confused concern a la "I just wanted to check in with you after the dinner. You seemed really upset and I wasn't sure why. I really wanted you to have a nice time for my birthday".

And then the paths diverge. Maybe she says "it was fun, sorry, it was just hard seeing you laughing with Hinge" but maybe she says "My Aunt just died and I was trying to keep it together and I couldn't". I'm operating off assumptions because I have to. But you don't have to. Confirm that shit one way or another. Then, you have three options

You can ignore it (not recommended).

You can go for a heart-to-heart.

You can ask Hinge to work with gf on this.

For both 2 and 3, you're going to have to have an idea of what's acceptable to you and what isn't. How much (more) are you willing to compromise and realistically able to do? If you're making Hinge the go-between (which might be the good move if you and gf don't really get along!) you will have to lay it all out. Make a whole speech about why you're concerned, what a better for you set-up would look like, how you'd like Hinge to help facilitate that, and how long shit like this is something you're able to handle. Go into it as a problem solving endeavor seeking Hinge's input and support, with the understanding this is for gf's sake too. Talk about a how things would look in a few months. If you do ask Hinge to handle this, you two need to agree on what is reasonable, on what timeframe, and that Hinge will present it to gf as something they're concerned about too so as not to paint you as a snake in Hinge's and gf's garden

Because I only see a few things that can happen

Nothing changes. It goes on like this forever. Its always kinda weird, you probably start dreading inviting her to things for fear of a repeat of your birthday, but you all just kinda grin and bear it and its not ideal but its good enough.

You can separate more. Like, all three of you are never in the same room together. This will likely make things really weird with the friend group! Every group activity will require people to choose whether its you who gets the invite or gf. Friends also have to be on board with not talking about shit you did with Hinge. Hinge will probably have to kind of "live two separate lives." How does that work given that you live with Hinge? haha, good question! It will necessary limit how much time gf has with Hinge, how much time you have with Hinge, and how much free time outside of you two for the rest of his life Hinge has. All this is workable, but it will probably be difficult and kinda weird for a good while.

Girlfriend can pony up. She can go through the gut-wrenching process of desensitizing herself to seeing you two show affection and accept that you are always going to be there, too. I expect you and especially Hinge would do what you can to help her, and there will be benefits, too! but its still just going to be really hard on her for awhile. This can put Hinge in a pinch if your expectations and Girlfriend's aren't lining up, and since this is mostly on her, you don't have as much control.

Someone breaks up with someone. This doesn't need further explanation.

I will now show my ✨ biases✨. I don't know how long Hinge and Girlfriend have been together, but assuming its the full 6 months, and assuming the issue IS she's just not okay seeing you two like each other, ever... personally, that's "push comes to shove" time for me. Are you in or are you out? Is she actually okay with polyamory, or is she forcing herself into something that's making her miserable for love? Y'all's timeframe might look different, but if you don't address this soon, this sounds like shit that could force one of you to a point of ultimatums. Most people need good time to acclimate to polyamory! but if its six months and she is indeed crying about you two briefly holding hands... that's not acclimatization. And maybe you're Built Different💪, but I could not handle a those restrictions with those consequences long term. Personally, I'd sooner die than not be able to hold my partner's hand, so I think you're being very accommodating, and if gf can't handle human slip-ups, that's not on you.

#ask box is always open #poly relationship advice

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More the Merrier: Part 3

Pairings: Henry Cavill x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter

Warnings: Swearing, Polyamory

Word Count: 3,041

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“Hey Henry.” Natasha said as she walked into your room where he was hanging out, waiting for you to get back with Bucky from both your bi-weekly therapy session. “I have something for you.” He looked up from his phone and smiled as Nat climbed on the bed beside him and handed him a medium sized wrapped box. “Just a little something to say thank you for saving (Y/N) from that horse.”

“Oh, it was nothing.” He said as he looked down at the box in his lap. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“But I did.” She said as she sat down against the headboard beside him. “She means the world to me and I would lose my mind if something happened to her. Same with my husbands.”

“Well it was my pleasure.” He sighed as he flipped the box over and started to unwrap it. When he got to the box inside, he froze. “Natasha…”

“You can accept it.” She said as she took the wrapping paper from his hands and balled it up to throw out. “It’s the least we can do as thanks for saving our girl.”

“It’s too much.”

“It’s your passion, right?” She asked as he opened the box to reveal a gorgeous Canon digital camera. “Bucky told me you wanted to be a photographer.”

“I do, but I can’t accept this.”

“Yes, you can.” She insisted as she put her hand on his arm so he would look up at her. “I’m not good with words like Bucky, Steve and (Y/N). My love language is gifts. Please take it.” He stared at her for a moment before sighing and nodding his head. She visibly relaxed and nodded her head as well. “Good. Now… do you want to get to know the rest of the family or are you just here for (Y/N)? I can either leave you alone or get to know you…”

“I’d like that.” He chuckled as he set the box down on the bed beside him and turned toward her more. “I am here to do a… what did (Y/N) call it… a vibe check with everyone?”

“Yea, that sounds like my wife.” She laughed as she crossed her ankles and reached up to play with her long red hair. “So what do you want to know?”

“I’m guessing everything is too vague?” He chuckled as he sat back against the headboard and folded his hands in his lap. She nodded and he realized that he was going to have to do most of the heavy lifting when it came to the head of the household. “Alright, start with your childhood. What was that like?”

“Oh, you hit the nail on the head there.” She huffed as she stopped her fingers through her hair and gave it a gentle tug. “I had a decent childhood but I lived in fear. My mom had me young and we lived with my grandmother, who was always afraid that her family and her betrothed would come after her after she left Russia. It instilled a lot of paranoia into me at a young age and that still sticks with me to this day. I keep my people close and have a hard time letting people in. I do let people break down my walls but I’m not the easiest to get a long with.”

“I know that feeling.” He said when she stopped. “I am an introvert by nature and like a lot of nerdy things so making friends that like the same thing as I do isn’t easy.”

“You’ll get along with Steve then.” She said with a smile and a shake of her head. “He’s our little nerd if he can get his head out of Sharon’s ass long enough to meet you.” Henry stayed quiet for a moment as Nat looked at the curtain covered window for a moment before shaking her head and looking back over at him with a smile. “Sorry, I’m salty.”

“It’s understandable.”

“I don’t get it.” She sighed as she flopped her hands down in her lap. “She knew he was in a polyamorous relationship and yet she constantly tries to take him away from the family.”

“Insecurity maybe?” Henry tried with a shrug. “Who knows. You’d have to ask her.”

“I’d have to get close to her without killing her to do that.” She laughed as she pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her bent knees. “Lord know how much I want to just shoot her in the head to get my husband back.”

“Well your sister-in-law does have a lot of land to hide a body.”

“Oh!” She laughed as a gorgeous smile lit up her face. “I knew I liked you for a reason!” The pair of them laughed as you pushed open the door to your room with a smile of your own.

“Well look-y here.” You giggled as you dropped your bag on your dresser so you could crawl into bed between the pair. “What have we here? Little snack and a tall drink of water in my bed?”

“You are a dork, solnyshka.” Nat laughed as she leaned down to give you an upside down kiss. You instantly deepened it but only for a moment before pulling back to look up at Henry.

“How was therapy?”

“Therapeutic.” You teased as you pulled him down for an equally hot kiss. “Hi. You feeling better after talking to Bucky?”

“I think I am.” He said with a nod. “I can let this money thing get between us or I can figure out a way to pave my way with you at my side.”

“If you stick around, we can give you access to the family bank account where all of the bills come out of.” Nat said as she hesitantly reached out to brush a strand of his curly hair back from his forehead. He met her eye and smiled as she dropped her hand back into her lap and shrugged. “Everyone is responsible for a bill, whether that be cable, electric, water, HOA, etcetera. Currently, we all split streaming services down the middle because we all use them but if you would like that to be your family bill, we can make that happen.”

“I own this place outright.” Nat continued with a shrug as you put your fingertips on his shin and started to brush them back and forth. “We all own properties all over the world that we all travel to frequently. I was just the one to find this place so I got to buy it for the family.”

“My houses are in Como and Rome, Italy.” You chimed in with a smile up at him. “They are both these adorable condos right on the lake and the Trevi fountain, respectively.”

“Don’t forget the condo in Hawaii.”

“No, I gave that to Bucky, remember?”

“I did not remember. We still own that one though, right?”

“On Maui? Yea, it’s Bucky’s.”

“As long as we didn’t get rid of it.” She said as she looked up at Henry. “So your job, should you accept it, is to find a four to five bedroom condo in the location of your choice, we buy it outright out of the family account and then you’d pay the mortgage for it to the family account until it’s paid off. So however long it takes, no matter how long it takes.”

“Bucky and Steve are both still paying for houses in Tokyo and London, respectively.”

“Do you have a place in Australia yet?” He asked, which made you and Nat both short circuit for a moment to think about all of the properties you owned.

“No, I don’t think so.” You hummed as you looked up at your wife for confirmation.

“I’ve always wanted to travel there.” You smiled and rolled your head on the pillow to meet his eyes.

“That’s perfect, babe! I love Australia!”

“I’ll call Marta to start planning the trip.” Natasha breathed with a nod as she scooted down the bed to go call her travel agent.

“Wait, I didn’t mean…”

“Oh no, we take travel very seriously in this house.” You said with a smile and a nod. “So dust off your passport, babe. We’re going to Australia. Maybe we can even convince the boys to take some time off work to come with us this time.”

“Oh Lord what have I gotten myself into?”

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Family vacations were always your favorite. You loved spending time with your loved ones and watching them get to spend time with each other as well. You were shocked when both Steve and Bucky got a full 2 weeks of time off last minute to join you, which made this trip to Australia even more special.

“So we’ll spend the first night in London.” You told Henry as you walked arm in arm toward the family jet. “That way the crew can sleep and be refreshed for the flight to Tokyo.”

“Only a night?”

“We can stay longer if you’d like.” You said with a shrug as you let go of his arm to climb the steps. “But you and I can always go back or we can even just get dropped off on the way back while the jet takes everyone else home and we can just fly commercial home. That way, you can see the city the way it’s supposed to be seen. Bucky speaks Japanese so he’s our tour guide in Tokyo so we planned on spending two days there anyway so you can see the city on the way.”

“I speak 8 languages, baby girl.” Bucky said as Henry ducked into the Gulfstream G650ER. “I’m always the tour guide.”

“What languages?” Henry asked as he took a seat at the table Bucky was sitting at while you sat down on the couch across from them beside Steve and Natasha.

“Oh, um… Spanish, French, Japanese, Russian, German, Italian, Romanian, and Portuguese.”

“I speak Russian, German and French.” Natasha said as she tucked her feet under your legs and snuggled into Steve’s side with a giant smile on her face.

“I’m learning Russian, Italian, Irish, and Hawaiian.” You added as you held up your phone. “Duolingo for the win!”

“Russian and Spanish for me.” Steve commented with a hesitant smile.

“Well I speak Spanish and French at a high school level.” Henry chuckled with a shrug. “But apparently, I need to catch up.”

“Use Babbel.” Bucky commented as he shot you a look. “It’s more in-depth than Duolingo…”

“Duolingo is more fun.” You chirped as the flight attendant, Kara, closed the plane door.

“And it also gets you speaking conversationally faster.” Bucky concluded with a smile. “I’m a language savant and can pick them up easily which is why I know so many thanks to Babbel.”

“Which is also why he is our tour guide.” Steve laughed as he ran his fingers through Natasha’s hair, looking far more relaxed than you had seen him in a long time.

“Alright, I’ll add it to my to-do list.” Henry said as the plane taxied down the runway.

“Baby, you brought your camera, right?” You asked as you gestured to his backpack on the floor at his feet.

“I did.”

“Want me to teach you what I know?”

“Absolutely!” He said, which made Bucky stand up from his seat. Kara scolded him because you were still climbing to altitude, but the pair of you switched seats quickly and buckled in for the 7 hour flight. You spent every minute teaching him the ins and outs of the camera you both owned and by the time you landed in London, you were both a little red eyed but confidant with your knowledge.

“Alright, let’s find some caffeine and do some sight seeing.” Natasha directed, always the one in charge of your group.

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“This city is amazing.” Henry breathed as the pair of you got ready for bed in your London condo so you could head back to the airfield to fly to Tokyo.

“Isn’t it?” You asked before yawning while pulling on a pair of palazzo pants to sleep in.

“Tired, baby?” You nodded and pulled on a tank top, followed by one of Henry’s hoodies so that you were comfortable on the Uber premium ride to the airport.

“We’re almost done.” He reminded you as he pulled you into his arms so he could kiss the top of your head. You sighed and completely melted, causing him to laugh. “Not yet, baby. Soon we can fall asleep in a… well who gets the bed?”

“The bed usually goes to the girls.” You yawned as you pulled away from him and pulled on a pair of well loved slippers. “But Natasha claimed it to get some one on one time with Steve this time because it’s been so long since she’s had any personal time with him so you and I get the couch bed instead. Not as comfortable but comfy all the same.”

“Alright.”

“And don’t worry, I have ear plugs in the bathroom on the jet. Nat can get… loud.”

“Louder than you?” He teased, causing you to blush.

“You hush.” You giggled as you covered your cheeks with your hands. He stepped up toward you and gently pulled your hands away from your cheeks so he could lean down to kiss you.

“Never.” His lips captured yours and you moaned into the kiss, but Natasha yelling at you to hurry up made you pull away before things got too heated. With a sigh, you grabbed your clothes from the day to pack away in the over night duffle Steve had been in charge of that day so that Kara could wash them on the plane while you all slept.

“Causing trouble, Little Bit?” Steve asked with a laugh as you handed him your and Henry’s day outfits so he could pack them, which made you stick your tongue out at your friend.

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road.” Nat commanded, which prompted everyone to grab their day bags from the pile by the door and head toward the elevator down the hall. You all crammed in to a Uber Premium silently, exhausted from a day of walking around London to show Henry the city, and you barely made it onto the jet before you all passed out for the 14 hour flight to Tokyo. However, you were woken up ten hours later to yelling.

“What do you mean you’re not sure?!” You peeled your eyes open and looked at Henry’s confused face as Natasha kept screaming from the back of the plane. “Do you want out?!”

“What’s going on?” Bucky asked as he sat up on the single bed behind you.

“Nat and Steve are fighting.” You told him as you sat up as well to eavesdrop.

“Tasha, all I’m saying is…”

“No, what you’re saying is that you want someone here that doesn’t want to be part of this family!” She shouted back, making Henry, Bucky, and you cringe. “She hates us, Steve! Hates us with a passion.”

“Natasha, I’m allowed to tell my girlfriend I miss her!”

“Not when you have your wife in your arms, you’re not!”

“Even with my wife in my arms. That’s polyamory.”

“No, it’s not.” She countered as you looked over at Bucky with the hint of fear in your eyes. He quickly got up and came over to wrap you in a hug and whispered that everything was going to be alright in your ear.

“Yes, it is!”

“Steve, that woman is tearing this family apart…”

“That woman?! That woman?!! That woman is my girlfriend…”

“And I am your wife!”

“No, you are Bucky’s wife!” You gasped, Bucky stiffened behind you, and Henry whispered ‘oh boy’ as Nat got dead silent. “Natasha, I didn’t mean that…”

“No. You did.” She said evenly before she stormed out of the back room. You instantly opened your arms for her and she practically dove into your lap while Bucky got up to go talk to Steve. Your wife cried in your arms and you held her close while Henry rubbed her back and whispered reassurances to both of you. It took almost an hour to calm your wife down but Bucky and Steve didn’t emerge from the back room until it was almost time to land in Tokyo.

“I’m sorry, my love.” Steve whispered as he pulled Natasha into his arms and held her close on the couch. “I’m so sorry.”

“I just want us to be a family.”

“We are a family.” He breathed with a nod. “We are and you are my wife. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean it one bit.”

“I know.” She sighed as the plane touched down in Tokyo. You wiped your tears off your cheeks and sniffled as you unbuckled your seatbelt and the moment you stood up, you were in Henry’s arms.

“It’s alright, sweetheart.” He cooed as he rocked you back and forth. “It’s alright”

“I hate when they fight.” You whispered to him as he pulled back to wipe your remaining tears off your cheeks. “Absolutely hate it.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” You nodded and sniffled again as you grabbed your backpack and headed off the plane. You silently got into the Uber that was taking you to your condo to drop off your bags for the two days you were in the city and you, along with everyone else could feel the heavy mood.

“I vote.” Bucky tried as he pulled Nat into a side hug beside him in the back row of seats. “That we head to the house and have a big cuddle pile. Order lunch?”

“Sounds good.” Nat agreed with a sniffle and a nod. “We can take you sight seeing tomorrow, Henry if that’s okay.”

“That sounds perfect.” He agreed instantly as he glanced back over his shoulder at her with a nod. “We can even just come back another time if that’ll be easier…”

“No, it’s okay.” She told him as she reached out to squeeze his shoulder. “Cuddle piles are our resets. We should be good again by dinner.”

Part 4

#henry cavill x reader #bucky barnes x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #bucky x reader #natasha romanoff x steve rogers #natasha x steve #Natasha Romanoff x Bucky Barnes #Natasha x bucky #Bucky x steve #bucky barnes x steve rogers #henry x reader #more the merrier #mcu au #RPF AU #Steve x sharon #steve rogers x sharon carter

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dollystuartwrites · 10 months

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Stray Gods - Chapter 46

Pairing: Gods!OT8 x !F!Reader Genre: romance, friends to lovers, polyamory, mystery, supernatural, angst, fluff, smut Wordcount: 6630 Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] [31] - [32] - [33] - [34] - [35] - [36] - [37] - [38] - [39] - [40] [41] - [42] - [43] - [44] - [45] - [46] - [47] - [48] - [49] - [?] MASTERLIST Summary: With no memory of who you were, you wake up in the woods, only to be found by eight unusually handsome men. With no information of the past, the guys decide to take you in and take care of you for the time being. But that time becomes years, and as time passes, you start to notice that there is something different about them... and something different about you... Warnings: angst, praise, thigh riding, kissing, fingering, overstimulation, lovebites, bad/miscommunication, low self-esteem, swearing, name-calling, dry humping, college, degradation, gods, special powers, vaginal sex, oral sex (f&m), mentions of contraception (condoms&thepill), injuries, mentions of death (but no character deaths), virgin!reader, teasing, orgasms, poly relationship, semi-public sex, daddy kink, strength kink, grinding, I've probably forgotten some, so let me know if I did and I will add more as the story progresses. Taglist: @eastleighsblog @tangerminie @swittyregan @septicrebel @jiimout @zandra-42@julciaqwerty @vampcharxter @mercurezed @thatgirlangelb @cookiemonstermusic258 @stayconnecteed @bubblelixie @smilingtokki @hash2013 Want to be added or did I miss you? Just send me an ASK or DM

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The sound of wind filled your ears as you held Seungmin tightly.

‘We’re here,’ he said softly. You opened your eyes. The bright sun filled your vision and you blinked for a moment, trying to regain your bearings. The surroundings were unfamiliar, so you looked up at Seungmin.

‘Where are we?’ you asked confused.

‘Jeju,’ he said simply, hoisting his backpack over his shoulder. It didn’t look like the Jeju you knew. Last time you had been here, you were surrounded by luxury hotels and small urban streets. But right now, you were standing on what seemed to be a hill, surrounded by greenery. Behind you was a thick line of trees and bushes, almost like a wall that obscured whatever was behind it from view. In front of you, you could see the drop off of the cliff, with bright blue waters on the horizon. Near the edge of the cliff was something that looked like a weird mix between a house and a lighthouse. It was an oddly built tower where the ground floor seemed to have some rooms added on. You looked at Seungmin questioningly.

‘Oh,’ he said, a small smile on his face, ‘didn’t I tell you? We won’t be staying in a hotel.’ he said. You shook your head. ‘Well,’ Seungmin shrugged with a playful grin, ‘It’s still Jeju.’

‘Did you trick me?' you asked suspiciously as he turned around and started walking towards the lighthouse. He simply shrugged and walked on. You huffed but couldn’t stop a smile from appearing on your face as you quickly followed him.

‘Welcome to the observatory,’ Seungmin said happily as you stepped into the lighthouse. The building seemed to be quite old judging by the lack of outlets and lights. The small windows were made of thick yellowish glass and the walls were made of sturdy wooden logs. The kitchen, living room, and bedroom all seemed to be squished into the same space that had been expanded just enough to fit everything in. Although most of the furniture looked old and worn, it did look clean and gave off a very cozy vibe.

Your eyes slid over the lazy armchair next to the large bookcase that was behind a small dining table.

‘What do you think?’ you heard Seungmin ask, his voice unsure now. You tore your eyes from the small double bed in the corner and looked at him. ‘I know it’s not like the hotel from last time,’ he began. You could see the doubt in his eyes and knew that he now regretted not telling you beforehand that you would in fact be staying somewhere completely different.

‘It’s adorable,’ you said with a wide and truthful smile. You could see his eyes calm down a bit, his face returning to his usual expression. He nodded curtly.

‘Our luggage is over there,’ he said, pointing to the corner behind you. You turned to find your suitcase and bags piled up on each other. You realized now that you had brought way too much stuff, assuming you’d be staying in a hotel like last time and knowing how much space you had had then. There was no way you could possibly store all of your stuff in the few drawers that were here. You felt your cheeks flush, embarrassed by your mistake, even though it wasn’t really your fault.

Together, you unpacked your stuff while Seungmin softly hummed. He didn’t say much as he unpacked his own luggage. You could see from the corner of your eyes that he was purposely working slowly, as he had barely packed half of what you had brought and didn’t want to finish before you. You managed to unpack eighty percent of what you had brought with you. The remaining stuff, which you didn’t think you’d need, you stuffed back into the suitcase that you could place under the bed.

‘So what do you wanna do?’ Seungmin asked as soon as you were finished. You raised your brows at him.

‘I thought you said you wanted to start work early?’ you asked teasingly. Seungmin looked away from you, staring out the window, seeming to ignore your question.

‘I could give you a tour of the area, show you a beach that’s down the cliffs,’ he proposed, still looking out of the window. You nodded eagerly, realizing he wasn’t able to see, and then quickly gave him a ‘Yes, please.’

Seungmin took your hand and guided you out of the hut. Outside, the sun was warm and bright. There was only a little wind, even though you were on a hilltop surrounded by water.

‘You can roam around here freely,’ Seungmin spoke, gesturing to the stretch of grassy hilltop. ‘The entire island is ours.’

‘Island?’ you repeated sounding surprised. Seungmin nodded.

‘It’s only a small one though, just off the coast of Jeju, but still technically belonging to Jeju. You can only get here by boat, or the way we did, so there are not a lot of visitors,’ he explained. You looked over your shoulder at the thick row of trees.

‘What’s behind there?’ you asked curiously.

‘A dragon’s lair with the dragon guarding the island for us,’ he said calmly. You whipped your head around so fast that your neck made a cracking sound, looking at him with shocked eyes.

‘Dragon?!’ you exclaimed, shocked, but Seungmin chuckled when he saw your face. You clicked your tongue and hit him on his shoulder.

‘You’re too easy,’ he said with a soft chuckle. ‘Nah, there’s nothing there really. We planted the trees as an extra border against prying eyes, because boats can only dock on that side of the island. There’s a bit of nature, a picnic area, nothing too interesting, but just enough for people to not want to pass the line of trees,’ he explained. You nodded thoughtfully and pondered for a moment as you strolled over the hilltop with him, your hand still in his.

‘How do you buy an Island?’ you asked curiously after a while.

‘Dunno,’ Seungmin shrugged. You pulled up your brows at him. ‘Well, we didn’t exactly buy it or anything. We kinda just claimed it.’ This remark made you only pull your brows up even further. With his free hand, he brushed his thumb over the crease in your forehead as he looked at you before he continued to explain. ‘It wasn’t on any map when we first came here,’ he spoke, then frowned for a moment thinking. ‘If I remember correctly it used to be Chan’s Island, I think… Well, it was used by one of us before we became a group. Anyway, we kept it, managed to keep it off the map, and keep it from being sold off. It used to be Hyunjin’s gallery for a while before electricity was invented. Ever since then none of the boys were really interested in it anymore, so I kind of claimed it for my own,’ he explained.

‘Is there no electricity then?’ you said surprised. Seungmin shook his head.

‘The furnace works on fire, which doubles as a hearth and there is clean running water, but no, no electricity,’ he said simply.

‘But then how do you do your research?’ you asked him with big eyes. This time it was his turn to look at you with raised brows.

‘Just, by hand,’ he said with a shrug, as if it was the most logical thing ever. You gaped at him. ‘Honestly, I prefer it that way. Whenever I bring in computers and alter the weather only the slightest it messes up the entire computer’s algorithm. So I stick with the analog stuff. Much more accurate,’ he explained. You huffed incredulously but were also impressed by his dedication. Thinking about what he had said, you looked up at the sun. It was warm and felt nice on your face. Not too hot, not too cold. You were quite sure he was currently controlling the temperature to make sure you were comfortable.

Seungmin guided you down some narrow steps at the edge of the cliff which looked quite old but still seemed to be well kept. At the bottom, there was a small private beach with soft white sand.

‘It’s high tide now, so you don’t have to worry about not being able to get back or anything. This is as high as the water will go,’ he said pointing at the white foam washing ashore from the deep blue waters. ‘The terrace of the cabin also looks down on the beach,’ he said pointing upward. You looked up at the steep cliff, squinting your eyes against the bright light to see the underside of the terrace at the back of the cabin.

After going back up the steps again, the two of you returned to the cabin.

Seungmin checked his watch and pulled up his nose.

‘I gotta start working now, for real,’ he said with an apologetic look on his face. ‘Let me know if you need anything,’ he kindly offered. You nodded. Just as you were about to turn around to grab some of your stuff he suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled you back, swiveling you around. Before you could even blink or breathe, you felt his soft lips on yours. Unlike his action, his kiss was soft, careful, almost hesitant. But even so, the world still instantly disappeared from your thoughts. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, your heart swelling at the taste of his lips. Just when you thought you were going to melt into him, a beeping sound interrupted the two of you.

Seungmin broke the kiss, and for a moment you were quite lost as to where you were, before landing again. Seungmin clicked his tongue annoyed, checking his softly beeping watch and pushing the button to make it stop. He looked up at you apologetically.

‘I really gotta set up my stuff now,’ he said, his tone soft and regretful.

‘R-right,’ you said with a slightly dazed nod. For a moment, you had totally forgotten about why you were actually there. You felt a little stupid as you watched Seungmin gather his stuff. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed, even though you knew he was here to work. You expected that you would have at least a few hours with him before he had to start his work, especially since he picked you up from school so early. But, after all, he did tell you that he wanted to start early.

Not sure what to do, you sat down on the edge of the bed and watched Seungmin unpack all kinds of instruments that you had never seen before.

‘Where will you set it up?’ you asked him, staring at the telescope that looked like it had seen at least a few centuries.

‘The balcony,’ Seungmin said, nodding his head to the only thing that looked modern in the hut. Two large glass doors, at the back of the hut lead to a balcony, looking very similar to the ones that were stationed back home. He put a pen in his mouth and loaded his arms as full as he could. A few documents slipped out of his arms and he grumbled.

‘Here let me,’ you quickly offered, picking it up. You were about to hand it to him when you realized his arms were full already, and it would probably be best for you to carry it for him instead. He smiled, the pen between his teeth making it look quite comical.

Having one hand free, you opened the glass doors for him and stepped onto the balcony. It was larger than you had thought, but it contained no desk or anything to work on.

‘Erm?’ you began, holding the documents up at Seungmin, but he wasn’t looking at you. Instead, he sat down, cross-legged, and started to place the stuff on the floor. You quickly realized why there was no desk. Seungmin’s stuff took up about two-thirds of the old wooden balcony flooring. Clearly, no desk would be big enough to hold everything he needed. For a moment you wondered if it would be dangerous, having all those papers lying around, prone to getting blown away by the wind. But then you realized who you were with and you felt the urge to smack yourself on the forehead.

‘If there’s anything you need or anything I can do for you, don’t hesitate to ask. Okay?’ Seungmin said, looking up at you as soon as he was done setting up. You laughed.

‘Shouldn't I be the one saying that to you?’ you giggled. He grinned at you but didn’t say anything, brushing a hand through his fluffy hair and looking down at what seemed to be a star map in front of him.

Night had fallen, and you had quietly retreated to the dining table, reading through some homework you had to get done. Every now and then, you looked outside at Seungmin, who was still pondering long and hard over different maps, using weird-looking instruments that measured things you didn’t understand. You prepared a simple meal when you realized he had been too caught up in his work to realize it was dinner time. He took it from you thankfully, patting your head softly before eating while continuing to work.

You had always known Seungmin was a dedicated person. Whenever he set his mind to something, he gave himself to it wholeheartedly. His dedication and perseverance were something you respected and admired about him.

Whenever you looked up from your books at him, he was scribbling away on his papers, as the stars became brighter and the sky became darker and darker.

You opened your eyes but everything remained dark.

A soft warm blanket was wrapped around you. Slowly your eyes were starting to adjust and you could make out the shapes of a bookcase and a table. You were in the cabin still.

You sat up in the dark, looking around you. You were not where you had last been. The last thing you could remember was sitting at the table with your books. You looked over. Your books were neatly stacked into a pile on the corner of the table.

Automatically, your eyes drifted through the large glass doors that let the only light into the cabin. A dark shape was standing outside, looking through a telescope.

He was still working then. You had no idea what time it was, but he must’ve come in for a bit and carried you to the bed before tucking you in. You yawned. A part of you wanted to get up and tell Seungmin it was time for him to come to bed, as it was probably already very late. But you knew he would probably reject your offer since he wasn’t done yet. You yawned again. Besides, your legs felt heavy, your head fuzzy. You lay back down. He’d come when he was done, yes. You were… too tired… anyway…

When you opened your eyes again everything seemed different. The early light was pouring through the windows, creeping in like a golden blanket, covering the floor and table. You blinked in the bright light. Seungmin’s face was next to yours. He was asleep. You were glad to see he had finally come to bed, you were worried that he had worked all through the night, but seeing him like this eased your heart. His pink lips were closed, as he breathed slowly through his nose. His cheeks were getting slightly squashed by the pillows, making him look even cuter than normal. A puppy asleep.

For a while you just lay there, looking at him, taking in his soft appearance. It was easy to forget that he had already seen decades with his boyish appearance. You knew he was often mistaken for a college or even high school student, causing him to prefer to wear suits outside the house. Not that you minded it though. He looked damn good in them.

You smiled at his sleeping face.

By the time the sun was halfway up in the sky, you finally decided to get out of bed. Quietly, you snuck into the kitchen hoping to surprise him with a nice breakfast.

You found some eggs and veggies in the kitchen cabinets and went to work as silently as you could.

You were just about to turn the omelet when two arms suddenly wrapped around your waist, and a kiss was planted on your neck.

‘Good morning,’ Seungmin hummed in a low sleepy voice. He held you close to him and you could instantly feel your face turn red.

‘Morning,’ you giggled. ‘I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed, but now you have gone and ruined it.’

‘Sorry my presence ruined your day,’ he said in a sleepy but playful tone. His voice was soft as he spoke, his breath tickling your neck and you instantly felt the heat in the lower pits of your body rising.

‘No, it didn’t, I’m just-,’ you said quickly trying to apologize while hiding your red face. Seungmin chuckled and gave you a teasing squeeze before letting go of you again. A coldness seemed to wrap around your body where he had been touching you before, but the heat on the inside of your body hadn’t left you.

‘Slept well?’ Seungmin asked casually as he sat down at the tiny wooden table. You nodded eagerly in response, still hiding your pink face from him.

‘You?’ you asked conversationally, as you flipped the omelet. It seems to be ready now.

‘Just about enough for another day of work,’ Seungmin answered with a stretch and a yawn. You looked around at him in surprise as you put the omelets on a plate.

‘Another day?’ you huffed incredulously as you walked over to him.

‘Yeah. What? You think I can really map the entire night sky in one night?’ he chuckled, raising a brow.

‘Well, you worked so long and hard yesterday,’ you said with a small voice. Seungmin raised his arm, cupping your face with his hand and stroking your cheek with his thumb.

‘I’m sorry sweetheart, I promise I’ll give you some attention soon, okay?’ he said sweetly. His hand on your face almost seemed to burn you from the inside out. You felt your thigh muscles flex involuntarily and your mouth felt dry. With a hand that seemed to lose it’s grip, you quickly handed him his plate with the omelet.

The heat inside of you hadn’t gone away since that morning. You thought that maybe it was the magic of Jeju Island, but you found yourself caring less and less for the reason as your mind started focusing on other things…

Seungmin had already started setting up his materials again outside on the balcony. The sky was looking a spectacular shade of blue again, promising another day of warmth and sunshine. You watched Seungmin rolling up his sleeves as he unfolded a star map on the ground, holding a pencil between his pink lips. The sight of it made you bite your own lip. How could he look so hot doing something so mundane? Heat was creeping up on you and you felt like those early days again, when the ache had confused and scared you, not knowing what or who you were back then. But this time, you didn’t fight it. You would’ve embraced it happily, but you knew you couldn’t bother Seungmin in his work right now. You sighed.

You went through your baggage, hoping to find something to distract you for the day, as studying wouldn’t be an option now anyway. Your fingers slid over a smooth fabric and you picked the item up. It was your bikini. You remembered the private beach at the bottom of the cliffs that Seungmin had shown you. Maybe a dive into the cool ocean waters would turn down your heat for the time being.

You quickly changed into the bikini, throwing a towel over your shoulder and taking a bag with some stuff you might need in your hand before opening the glass doors to the balcony. Seungmin looked up at the sound. Instantly his eyes slid over your mostly naked body, the pencil between his teeth still there. His gaze almost made you gulp, but you knew you had to hold back. You couldn't bother him during work.

‘I’m going down to the beach for a bit, okay?’ You said quickly. Seungmin nodded, still staring at your body for a second before blinking and catching your eyes again.

‘Have fun,’ he said simply, taking the pencil from between his lips and turning back around again to continue his sketch. A slight pang of disappointment went off in the back of your head. Of course, you had hoped he would stop working for you, but you knew how important it was to him.

When you stepped out of the cabin the sun felt a little bit brighter and the wind even warmer and softer. Had he done that for you, or had you just not noticed the temperature that much from inside the cabin you wondered.

You made your way down to the beach, taking off your slippers and stepping into the soft sand with your bare feet. The sensation of it was so nice. The sand was warm but not hot, feeling like a warm soft blanket around your feet as you walked. You put down your towel in the middle of the beach and sat down on it, looking over the stretch of blue ocean. It sparkled brightly, as soft waves faded in and out of the sand. It would have been calming, had you not been so incredibly horny.

A creaking noise suddenly drew your attention. You looked up and around. You were sure you had seen a shadow, retreat back onto the deck, disappearing and leaving nothing to see. Had he looked over to see if you had arrived safely? Or had he secretly been watching you? Your lips curled.

You pulled open your bag, rummaging through it and finding what you were looking for, sunscreen. You grinned to yourself and stood up. Slowly you started putting the sunscreen on your body, stretching out each limb and rubbing on the sunscreen like you were live painting in an art show. All the while your ears were focusing hard, trying to listen and hoping for any more creaks of the balcony. You didn’t dare look up again, afraid of scaring him away if he was indeed looking at the show you were putting on for him.

The rest of the day you spent, in any ridiculous attempt possible as if no one might be watching, giving a sensual show of yourself. You “read” your book in the most unusual positions, trying to show off your curves as best as you could. You sunbathed for a while, laying on your tummy and even undoing the knot in the back of your top. You washed yourself in the ocean water, the moisture of it making your skin look sparkly and inviting.

But there was no response. Seungmin didn’t come down. Now and then you thought you heard some creaking of the balcony, but that might as well be him changing positions while he was working, which you knew he often did. But whenever you tried to sneak a peek at the balcony it seemed deserted. No shadow quickly withdrawing, nor one that stayed to admire you.

As the sun started to go down again, you decided to give up, feeling slightly frustrated and unsatisfied. When you arrived back at the cabin, Seungmin was still very much caught up in his work, scribbling away on pieces of paper frantically, with his hair slightly messy from putting his fingers through it so many times. You sighed and wrapped a towel around you.

Even when you brought him his dinner, since he seemed to have forgotten to eat, he barely seemed to look at you.

‘I’m going to take a shower,’ you told him, as you handed him his plate. He looked up, his brows slightly furrowed, and a surprised hazy look on his face.

‘What? Oh erm, right. But shouldn’t you eat?’ he asked, taking the plate from you. You smiled softly at him.

‘I already did,’ you told him kindly. Apparently, he really hadn’t heard you when you called him in for dinner before. Seungmin nodded, taking a quick bite from his food before continuing to work again.

You took your time in the shower, considering for a moment to please yourself instead to satisfy that desperate ache, but deciding against it. It felt too awkward with Seungmin right outside, even though you knew you couldn’t have him. So instead, you took your time washing, shaving, and scrubbing yourself, like a small spa day.

By the time you came out of the shower, the sun had already gone down. You looked on the balcony but were surprised to find an empty and clean balcony with no trace of Seungmin. Confused, you stepped out onto the balcony, walking over to the edge and peering down at the beach, but even if he was there, it was too dark to see anything.

‘Looking for me?’ a soft voice asked, tickling your neck. Startled, you turned around on the spot. You were standing face to face with Seungmin, who put his arms on the ledge on either side of you. He tilted his head to the side questioningly. It was as if the breath was knocked out of you while his piercing blue eyes kept you nailed to the spot.

‘You’ve been toying with me all day,’ he said accusingly. Your lips parted and you inhaled as if you were about to come up with a protest, but the heat between your legs made you unable to speak. Even in the dark, the blue of his eyes was still breathtaking. The last rotating wheel in your brain seemed to understand that he had in fact been watching your show all day, secretly.

Seungmin suddenly grabbed you, turning you around, making you face the open ocean. He took hold of your hands, bringing them up and laying them on the banister of the balcony, before wrapping his arms around you and pushing his front against your back. Something hard poked into one of your buttcheeks.

‘Were you really that scared that I would not pay any attention to you this weekend?’ he whispered into your ear. Before you could even process his question his tongue licked the side of your neck. A shudder went through you. ‘You seem to forget that I can detect temperature changes, including the ones in you,’ he whispered. His hands moved over your belly, down to the edge of your pajama shorts. You gasped as his hand dipped underneath the waistband and his fingers found your sensitive spot. His fingers instantly went to work, drawing circles on your clit and pulling soft moans from your mouth as his lips and tongue kissed and nipped your neck.

Your mind went blank and all you could focus on was the heat between your legs. Leaning back against him, he teased your most sensitive spot until you could barely stand anymore.

You let out a soft squeal when he pinched your clit teasingly between his fingers, stopping while you were on the edge. The unexpected discomfort made you open your eyes and gasp for breath, drawing you back slightly from your high but not at all turning you off.

‘Minnie,’ you whispered his name over your shoulder, your lips searching for his. He brushed over them, but not letting you kiss him, as he withdrew his hand.

‘You have been keeping me from my work all day and you expect to be rewarded?’ He teased with a low voice. You let out an involuntary whine. He completely let go of you, a smirk on his face as he created just enough space between the two of you so that you weren’t touching him, but you could still feel the heat of his body, smell his warm summery scent.

Even with your mind losing the ability to think, you knew what he wanted. You turned against the railing towards him. Seungmin tilted his head, his usual side tilt, but this time the puppy was nowhere to be found in his eyes.

‘How about I reward you for your hard work?’ You whispered. Your voice came out softer than you had intended, husky with want, but he still heard you. His blue eyes darted from yours to the wooden floor of the balcony and there was nothing more he needed to say. Obediently you went down on your knees, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. He lifted his chin higher, the smirk on his lips growing wider as he looked down at you sitting there, ready for him.

‘Well, go on then,’ he said coolly, ‘you seemed to know how to use your hands perfectly fine when you were putting on sunscreen this afternoon.’ You bit your bottom lip in an attempt to hide your embarrassed smile but raised up your arms and put your hands on his belt. You kept your eyes on your work, having to focus on unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, as your mind seemed to be working much slower than usual, while he watched you closely. Your lips parted in anticipation when you finally drew down his boxers.

You had known he was already hard when he had been standing against you, but seeing his size springing free from its confines still made you lick your lips. Your eyes flicked up to his for a moment which looked at you, hesitantly, apprehensive but still eager.

Carefully, you wrapped your hand around his length, and instantly he let out a soft sigh, barely audible even to you. You let your hand move up, stopping just before the start of his sizable head. A bead of clear precum appeared on his tip and eagerly you licked it. The sweet taste and Seungmin’s soft inhale made you hungry for more. Without waiting any longer, you wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked softly. You could hear Seungmin exhale long, low, and softly.

Slowly you let your lips slide down his length, until his tip hit the back of your throat and you couldn’t go any further. As you started bobbing your head up and down his hard shaft, you could hear him breathing heavily, now and then soft moans escaped him. Eagerly, you sucked his dick, trying to take him in deeper with every stroke and hollowing out your cheeks as best as you could. You could feel the clean panties you had just put on getting more and more soaked with every second, that familiar tension only increasing.

Just when your eyes were starting to water you could feel him starting to twitch in your mouth. You knew he was close now. You wanted to continue, eager to make him cum, please him, and taste him on your tongue. Your hand was starting to slip between your thighs.

‘Stop,’ he breathed shortly. Instantly, you pulled back, looking up at him. His eyes were closed, his lips parted as he panted, his chest heaving. Without looking, one of his hands found the top of your head, first patting your hair before cupping your face. With his free hand, he pulled up his boxers, covering up his wet length, which instantly left a pretty stain on them. He looked down at you, the corners of his mouth lifting, and you knew you had done well in pleasing him, making your heart pound in your chest and the butterflies flutter through your stomach.

‘I’m not done with you yet,’ he panted, grinning.

His thumb brushed over your lips before he nodded at you as a sign for you to stand up. You instantly obeyed, ignoring the discomfort in your legs from sitting weirdly for a while.

‘Get on the bed,’ he commanded softly. His blue eyes were lidded now too and his gaze was hungry. Heart pounding, you quickly went inside, jumping on the bed as he followed behind you closely. You had barely sat down on the bed when he climbed onto it, straddling you. You looked at him in surprise.

‘Do you trust me?’ he asked softly, his voice breathy. You nodded instantly. ‘Then close your eyes,’ he added. You closed your eyes and felt his lips upon yours again. Passionately, you kissed him back, the world disappearing and completely melting into him. But a sudden buzzing feeling on your lips made you pull back startled, your eyes still closed shut.

‘It’s okay, you can trust me,’ Seungmin said softly, succeeding in comforting you. The gears in your head seemed to turn slowly. You knew he would never hurt you, you had just been startled, that was all. You bent towards him again, allowing your mind to relax and be open to whatever Seungmin wanted to do. He didn’t kiss you this time, however. You could feel him laying his hands on top of your shoulders. They were warm, but not hot like Changbin’s usually were. Then a soft buzzing feeling started to tickle your shoulders. It almost felt like your skin was vibrating, a tingling that seemed hard to describe.

‘Is that okay?’ Seungmin asked carefully. With your eyes still closed, you smiled, letting out a breathy “Yes,” for him. Slowly, he moved his hands up and down your shoulders, collarbones, and neck, almost like a massage. There was no pain, but it definitely felt different than when someone would touch you with a normal hand. This felt… exciting, new. Maybe even a little… dangerous. The feeling of playing with something you normally shouldn’t made you clench your thighs together and bite your lip.

‘Can I take off your top?’ Seungmin asked. You were sure he had sensed something in you, causing him to ask, but still being careful. As an answer, you put your arms up for him. The buzzing feeling stopped and he used his hands to pull the top over your head. You heard him let slip a soft groan as he found out you weren’t wearing anything underneath. For a moment you wished to see his face. See his blue eyes rake your body as he would lick his lips, his cheeks slightly flushed with his own heat. But you kept them closed as he had asked, focusing on what you were feeling. His hands went back to your shoulders again, and the buzzing feeling returned. This time he started stroking your body with the tips of his fingers, the tingling and vibrating feeling making you breathe deeply, almost entrancing you.

His fingers brushed your collarbones, moving lower to your chest until they rested upon your breasts. Suddenly his lips were on yours again and as he kissed you, his fingers closed around your nipples. You gasped in his mouth, the new form of stimulation almost seeming to knock the breath out of you. You could feel his lips smiling as he continued kissing you, massaging and pinching your nipples while using his powers as you moaned into his mouth. Whatever it was that he was doing seemed to have a direct connection to the heat between your legs, and before you knew it you were a hot moaning mess, your hole clenching desperately around nothing.

‘Seungminnie,’ you whined onto his tingling lips. He let go of your oversensitive tits and for a moment you felt disappointed, but then he pushed you gently onto your back. You half opened your eyes, and before you could even blink he had removed both your pants and panties and his own clothes. The deep blue pools of his eyes were lidded, and they seemed to be whirling like water pools. His cheeks were slightly pink with heat as he panted eagerly. You stretched your hand out to him, needing to feel him, which he took, intertwining his fingers with yours and holding your hand tightly. He pushed your arm above your head, placing himself between your legs. With his free hand, he trailed down your body, his finger buzzing and tingling over your skin as it went down, stopping just above your clit. Your eyes locked for a moment, and there was nothing more you needed to say to him. He positioned his length between your thighs and pressed into you. The way your walls stretched around his cock as he filled you up made your eyes roll into the back of your head.

He didn’t leave you much time to adjust to him as he instantly started fucking you with deep long thrusts. You panted and whined with bliss, the feeling of finally being filled up, making you drunk with love. Seungmin’s free hand moved over your body again, stopping on your clit this time. His thumb started to buzz and tingle your skin and you knew what was coming. Putting it carefully on your sensitive bud, never stopping his thrusts, he started to draw circles on you. An endless stream of moans escaped your mouth now, as Seumgin fucked you deeply, his thumb playing with your clit. The electricity that was literally running through your body made everything feel amplified, pleasure spreading through your entire body. Then he hit that spot that made you gasp, the feeling so intense that you had lifted yourself from the bed, sitting up to face him. Seungmin was breathing heavily. His hair sticking to his forehead as his lips produced the most beautiful soft pants. He grinned at you, seeing your fucked out face, your tongue between your teeth. Clearly, it encouraged him even more as the tingling feeling on your clit intensified.

‘Minnie I-,’ you whined, but before you could finish your sentence, he sent a spark to your core, tipping you over the edge instantly. Your veins seemed to be electrified, tingling, buzzing, and sizzling from the tips of your fingers to the ends of your toes.

But Seungmin wasn’t done yet. He removed his hand from your core, gripping your hips with both hands and continuing his steady pace. Your orgasm started to wash away and overstimulation was taking over your body. Your arms holding you up gave out and you fell back on the bed, but Seungmin’s pace didn’t falter. Instead, he bent over you, his eyes finding your barely open ones. He didn’t have to talk to make you understand. He was getting close too. Your tingling arms reached out for his face, cupping it and pulling him closer so you could kiss him. His lips melted into yours sweetly as his cock still stretched you with every thrust. He let out small gasps on your lips as you kissed him, his movements starting to feel more and more strained.

‘Fill me up Seungmin,’ you whispered onto his lips. Your words were all he needed. You could feel his dick spasm inside of you and he let out a long deep groan as he emptied himself deep inside of you. In a daze, his lips found yours again, kissing you deeply, sloppily. But you knew what it meant.

“I love you”

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getsuuna · 7 days

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another day, another dumb ass take from KNY TikTok Fandom !!!! /extremely derogatory

the topic of the day is Uzui's family, and it all started off from a girl on TikTok affirming Tengen's marriage is strictly polygamous, which could be a valid opinion from a certain point of view, but let's dig further.

she was specifically referring to people portraying them as a polyamorous relationship, and strongly opposed to it, going so far as:

•blocking people who tried to discuss (including me)

•making a mockery video on it (which she then deleted due to threats in DMs, which I don't justify, no matter how rude she was)

•unblocking me trying to discuss further, except all she did was talking to me as if I was an uneducated and misinformed fool, and eventually blocked me again after speaking utter nonsense

so, what was the nonsense about?

it started with Suma, but I'm sadly going to have to digress on Tengen himself. she denied Tengen being a polyamorous character, because "he's polygamous and no you cannot be both"

now, I indeed spent lots of time educating myself on labels as a queer person, but I am not polyamorous, so correct me if I'm mistaken: Tengen is polyamorous by definition.

I never denied that Tengen is in a polygamous marriage, but he's polyamorous.

Uzui's family was in a clan that canonically practiced polygamy solely for reproduction purposes, which, by the way, is usually the reason why polygamy was practiced in different cultures, and it's obviously rooted in misogyny. even the manga itself portrays this tradition as dehumanizing for women, it portrayed the historical reality of women being seen as possession and inferior worth overall.

Tengen, too, was forced into polygamy, but literally most of his character revolves around the fact that he detached himself from that toxic environment, and he was the only one that actively valued his wives' lives more than his own.

briefly, he was the only one that actually LOVED his wives, unlike every other male member of his clan in such polygamous marriages.

yes, he's in a polygamous marriage, but he loves all of his wives equally and they're all obviously consenting to that relationship as an actual marriage, and not as an excuse to make babies. polygamy was never about feelings and love, unlike polyamory. Tengen is undeniably polyamorous, and he's widely seen and known as polyamorous representation.

yet this kid apparently had the nerve to deny that, and also denied that polygamy as a concept and as a practice is misogynistic and messed up. "there's people who are ok with it" maybe because it's tradition forced upon them??? "polyamory didn't exist back then" 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 neither did every queer label that we now know and use. sexualities weren't labeled nor legal, and it absolutely didn't mean they weren't there, and the sole fact that she assumed that made me want to just give up on that so-called argument we were having.

I wasn't even irritated anymore, just disappointed but not surprised. she just kept bragging about the same 2 phrases over and over and assuming I didn't know nor understand what she was trying to say.

what maturity level do you actually expect to give off if you start the discussion by assuming I don't know what you're talking about, using annoying and ironic pet names and just going "uhrm I don't think you understood...! hope that helps...!" ??? I unfortunately lack the patience to deal with such buffoonery but overall it's basic common sense that someone who wants to have an actual discussion should NEVER behave like that. it's not really the fact that she's wrong that pissed me off, it's the attitude, the fake superiority complex kinda vibe.

moving on to what was supposed to be the initial topic: their whole polygamous marriage being or not being polyamorous.

they're not all legally married to each other, the 3 women are only legally married to Tengen (which is the point that homegirl repeated to me over and over again as if I didn't have enough comprehension skills while reading the manga)

HOWEVER, just because they're legally recognized as polygamous doesn't mean the 3 women can't be interested in each other as much as Tengen is interested in all 3 of them.

polyamorous Tengen ≠ polyamorous relationship, we get it, but what if? Gotōge revealed that during the marriage interview, Suma proposed herself as a wife instead of her sister,, and immediately after, they also revealed that Suma is bisexual.

oh, wait, the bisexual label didn't exist back then, yet bisexuality existed indeed! 💋

but that's besides the point, because bisexuality obviously doesn't imply polyamory...however², Gotōge has coincidentally revealed this cute little fun fact right after speaking about the fact that she begged to be Tengen's wife.

Tengen's father apparently chose the wives for his sons basing himself on the "chemistry" they seemed to have with them (still NOT love btw, if we take in consideration how poorly Tengen's brothers treated their wives) and he chose Suma's sister alongside the others, yet Suma still crashed in. then Gotōge put a comma and added "it seemed she preferred both men and women".

technically, specifying that wasn't necessary, especially since Suma is married to a man. but can you see where this is going??? it was stated for a reason, and, even better, it was stated right after that sentence for a reason.

call me delusional or call it a headcanon, but the point stands, plus this silly bisexual woman lives every day of her life with 2 other pretty women and they're all a big family. I think it's valid to assume they kiss each other.

and homegirl took it personally🙏🏻 she defends polygamy but draws the line at polyamory and queerness, the irony🩷 also, she's christian. I absolutely don't want to generalize but I see a pattern.

anyways, I don't want people to harass her or send her threats, I was just pissed off by her immature behavior but hey, she was the fuel for me to make this brief analysis which I thought was basic analytical skill😭 this Fandom never fails to cross a line I never even knew was there🤞🏻

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hi there! i'm wondering, what is your take on perrin and dain bornhald? i know those two have like five-ish minutes of screentime all season with about 30 seconds of that in the finale, but i can't get them out of my head. they have such an interesting dynamic and now that it's more complex than in the books (perrin did actually kill dain's father and dain sees it) i'm fascinated to see them reunite.

(also i know you probably don't take requests but it would be fun to see a gifset of them too. for...reasons.)

my take is that it is TASTY!!!! it is DELICIOUS!!! when dain's casting was announced i was like "i bet simple-minded cretins will ship him with perrin now that they are BOTH hot boys in the show, but you won't catch ME shipping anybody with whitecloaks, let ALONE poor perrin!" and now joke's on me, i'm a simple-minded cretin and i am shipping them HARD! but mostly in an "i love mess" type of way rather than an "i legitimately think they should and want them to get together" type of way. although i would not be opposed to a post-last-battle scenario of dain saying "fuck the whitecloaks" and leaving to become perrin's househusband in the two rivers! okay, faile probably wouldn't be into polyamory, but there WAS also that time in TSR when she was like "perrin why don't you go into rand's bedroom alone in the middle of the night and i'll see you in the morning and you can tell me all about it ;)" so maybe she would be down as long as the other person isn't berelain jfkgh

anyway! there were Vibes in their like 4 scenes. mostly on dain's end, just going around calling perrin by a cute nickname okay sir you want to fuck him we get it. dain is gay and homophobic and has a giant crush on perrin that he doesn't know how to deal with, and perrin is oblivious that any of this is happening. and then they had a brief Battle Couple moment in ep8 and i was like

(genuinely i'm pretty sure i did clap my hand to my forehead because i could FEEL myself succumbing fully to the ship in that moment haha it was a powerful moment!)

and THEN!!!! perrin violently (and SO justifiably, not that dain knows or would believe it) murders dain's dad right in front of him!! and dain fucking loses it!! has to be dragged away while screaming for perrin's blood!! TASTY!! DELICIOUS!!!! move over rand/gawyn, we've got a new "you killed my parent and i will not rest until i run you through with my sword in every sense of the phrase because i also want to fuck you so bad it makes me look stupid" ship in town. and i can't WAIT to see what goes down between them in season 3!

and finally, you're in luck because i already was leaning towards making a gifset of them haha it was floating kinda far down on the to-gif list 2x08 gave me but now that you've gotten me thinking about their dynamic again it's bumped up towards the top, so i might possibly do it tomorrow!

#fidelias #answered #wot show spoilers #wot book spoilers

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Do you ship Alejandro x Valeria x Rudy? If so could you please write some headcanons for them (on my hands and knees for this).

I feel like they both would have a thing for praising and taking care of Rodolfo.

I'll be honest, I've considered it a little. Dunno what I'd do for any long form content but if anyone's got any ideas, hit me up and I'll see if I like them. (The tag seems to be completely empty). Also, NSFW warning. This will be a mix between NSFW, Angst, and Neutral HCs but ask if you want more of anything.

Alright, you know how I said Rodolfo and Alejandro are vanilla? Scratch that when you add Valeria because I believe she brings out the best worst in Alejandro and he’s definitely a bit more comfortable to explore some darker stuff

Alejandro and Valeria argue a lot, Rodolfo has to play mediator, this either leads to sex or bigger arguments but god is Rudy trying

Valeria is actually really caring but like Alejandro, she can be a bit neglectful when she’s busy

Alejandro and Valeria got together first. Rodolfo split away from them for a bit because of it and eventually they had to drag him back as a third

It was kind of bumpy at first because even though Valeria and Alejandro were completely fine with Polyamory, Rodolfo kind of had to come to terms with that being something that could work

Triangles work if you have a lot of communication. They are trying.

Rodolfo is submissive, Valeria and Alejandro are both dominant. They can kind of be a lot to handle but both are in tune by now to Rodolfo, even if he sometimes isn’t.

Rodolfo calls them Fire and Ice, because Alejandro is very fiery and aggressive, and Valeria is cold and collected

Valeria and Alejandro are very different so they make Rodolfo’s head spin sometimes

Dates are kind of complicated with three people so they don’t really go on them that much. None really mind because they spend so much time together, anyway.

Everyone knows about their situation. They like to pretend that nobody knows because the Colonel and the Drug lord being together isn’t a good look. (Also Rodolfo already has to struggle with being considered too soft even if he is not and it’s pretty obvious who the doms in this relationship are.)

Valeria and Alejandro temporarily broke up and Rodolfo was worried Valeria would just straight abandon him and she was very upset at that assumption because she liked him just as much as she liked Alejandro

All three basically live at Alejandro’s ranch

Rodolfo cooks and Alejandro and Valeria clean

Valeria is the one that has to be held back by her collar because she is so down to fight (love her so much tho)

I love Valeria so much and though I don’t like the idea of her getting with Alejandro (personal opinions about female characters just being allowed to be evil) I love the idea and vibes of this ship. I love MMF pairings where the F is not submissive but one of Ms also isn’t. It’s just so fantastic and I eat it up so much! So, I’m definitely down to make content for them if asked. Also, we need a name for them.

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pairing: landscaper!Steve x reader, machine operator!Bucky x reader, stucky x reader - alternative universe

Summary: Your tractor break down and you're stuck. Will anyone come to your rescue?

warnings: fluff, teasing, banter, polyamory (kinda?), threesome, fingering, kissing, frotting, cunnilingus, petnames, slight dom/sub vibes, careful choking, smut

word count: aprox. 2k

a/n: This is a fic inspired by something that happened to be at work lol. Hope you like it! Beta read by myself and english is not my first language, there will be mistakes.

thank you lovely @late-to-the-party-81 and @navybrat817 for the hype on this one! <3 <3

Humming along with the song playing in your headphones you jump into the tractor. The winter snow is turning soft, and rain threatens to pour down. Every road in your town polished with ice, and you’re out spreading sand on the roads to make it possible to drive. You back the tractor up, hearing a weird clonky metal sound when you put it in drive. “That’s not a good sound,” you mutter to yourself. Suddenly the machine is tilting forward. You climb out, and see that something is broken, making it impossible to drive any longer.

You groan “Fuuuuuuck.” There almost no traffic, so you suddenly feel very alone. Fishing your phone up from your pocket, you call your supervisor. After explaining the problem the answer is “Sorry, but I’m in the other side of town. But why don’t you give Steve a call? I’m sure he’ll help you out. And Y/N? Just go home afterwards.” You sigh and hang up the phone.

You didn’t really know Steve that well. He was ridiculously handsome and one of the landscapers at your firm. Usually driving around in a wheel loader, or in an excavator, or showing off his broad shoulders while doing some manual work he made your knees go weak.

Your finger lingers over the call ID, but you make the call.

“Hi, you’ve reached Steve” a dark, but kind voice answers.

“Um, yeah, hi. Its Y/N. Sorry to bother you, but my tractor seem to have broken down. You mind come picking me up? And maybe have a look at it? To me it looks like the something is broken, so I’m stuck here.” You nervously bite your lip, hearing Steve talk to someone in the background.

“Sure, honey. We’ll come right away”

You give him your location, then thank him and hang up the phone. It’s a bit chilly but pulling your woolen hat on and stuffing your hands down your pockets helps with keeping warm. Minutes pass by and you’re starting to feel abandoned. Why aren’t he here yet? Glancing at your clock you see that it’s been 40 minutes since you made the call. You walk around in circles and complain, when a silver pick-up comes your way. The car pull over and you can see that Steve is the driver. In the passenger seat is Bucky. Of course, Bucky is there with him. They’re practically attached to the hip. Bucky is one of the machine operators at the firm, his main machine being the road grader.

They stop the car and step out and towards you. Steve is a sight in his jeans and plaid shirt, dirty dark blonde hair and baby blue eyes. Bucky is also painfully attractive, in an all-black outfit with his messy dark brown hair and lapis lazuli blue eyes. They chat a bit back and forth, as they reach you.

“Hi fellas, thanks for saving me” you joke with a big and apologetic smile on your face.

“No worries, sweeth… uh Y/N” Steve blushes and looks down at the ground. Bucky chuckle and wink at you, and Steve give him a shove. Clearing his throat, he looks up at you “So… What’s up with your tractor?” You show them the tractor and they talk together in hushed voices while they look it over and it end with both of them just looking at each other.

“It needs to be fixed at a workshop, I can call rescue now, but it’s cheaper to wait until after the weekend.” Steve looks at you, hands in his pockets and feet shuffling nervously. “We could give you a ride… if you want to of course, it’s ok if you don’t want to I understand just….” You chuckle and end Steve’s nervous rambling.

“I would love a ride, thank you.” You beam at him, making a deep blush rise to his cheeks. Bucky is leaning against your tractor when Steve signals him to get in the car. You are sandwiched between them, their big frames taking up the small space in the car. “Sorry. I’m afraid it’s not very spacey..” Steve give you a small smile.

Before you can even answer, Bucky drapes his arm over your shoulders. “I’m not sorry at all, doll. Shame it’s this roomy” he wiggles his brows and make you laugh out.

You shudder, the waiting in the freezing weather made you cold. Steve’s hand come out to touch your hands and cheek. “Jeez, you’re really cold. Lemme just…” He cranks up the heat in the car. As you’re driving you cuddle up against Bucky, his warm frame helping to get the warmth back in you.

“You little shit, Barnes” Steve mutter out as you sigh contently against Bucky’s side.

“You wanted to drive remember – you wanted to be the one to drive to her rescue” Bucky argue back. A teasing smirk appear on his face

“Don’t pout Stevie, you still get to be the ‘hero’” Bucky say while making air quotes with his free hand. Steve glares at Bucky, and huff out a curse.

“You’re both my heroes,” you say, leaning away from Bucky. You lean over and drop a chilly kiss on Steves cheek. A cute flush creep up Steve’s neck and he clear his throat and looks over at Bucky.

“Hey! Why do he get a kiss and not me? I’m the one warming you up here! He just drives!” Bucky tries to sound offended but fails miserably, the playful gleam in his eyes giving it away.

“Oh right, oh right.” You laugh out, dropping a sweet kiss on Bucky’s cheek as well.

“Ha! There you see, punk!” Bucky looks very proud and pull you against his side, the shit-eating grin he’s sporting making you laugh.

The rest of the trip goes by quickly, both men joking and talking to you, and Buckys body heat making thawing you up.

“You wanna come inside for a bit? We’re making lunch.” Steve’s baby blue’s gaze hopefully into yours. “Of course! I would love to. If I’m not intruding?”

“Stop talking nonsense, doll. Let’s go!” Bucky grab your hand in his and brings you in to a lovely house. The hallway is light and roomy, the walls decorated with photos of Steve and Bucky together. Holding hands, and gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes. You look between Steve and Bucky and you mentally slap yourself for the stupid kissing in the car. Of course! They were a couple!

You pull your hand back from Bucky’s grasp and walk further into their home. Steve goes into the kitchen and you can hear him washing up and starting to move pans back and forth in there.

“Anything on your mind, doll?” Bucky whisper in your ear, his warm breath and velvety voice making heat lick up your spine. Your breath hitches in your throat, but you manage to croak out “Nothing special, no. Just… Your house is so lovely. It feels so homey here” you smile, kicking yourself mentally for believing that they really wanted you. Bucky’s smile beam towards you as he guides you towards the sofa and gesture for you to sit down. After fetching you a soda, he helps Steve in the kitchen, their playful banter heard all the way to the living room. A few minutes later lunch is ready.

“Come sit, lunch is served” Steve say with a proud and warm smile on his face. A wonderful smell fills the room and the most delicious chicken soup placed on the table. All three of you enjoy the meal, the conversation flows and it feels like you’ve been friends forever. After two servings (Steve practically force-feeding you the second cuz “You stood there in the cold, better not get sick”) you thank them for the wonderful meal. Bucky and Steve once again direct you to the couch and you observe them fondly while they tidy.

It’s easy to see that they love each other. They do a good job keeping it casual at work, but in retrospect you don’t have a hard time believing that they are a couple.

Steve pull you out of your thoughts when he sit down beside you. “You feeling ok? Warmer now I hope?” his soft gaze makes your heart beat faster in your chest and you almost beams as you nod your head. “Good, I’m glad” He say before looking uneasy for a moment. He straighten his back, then lift his arm to wrap it around your shoulders. You stiffen for a second, making him hesitate. However, when you melt into his embrace, you can hear him sigh and feel him relax against you. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you feel arousal growing in your abdomen.

A part of you felt shame. They were taken. Both of them! By each other!

A warm body sit down beside yours, caging you in. Its Bucky, leaning over and embracing you and Steve in a hug. Your heartbeat is picking up, and you can feel your panties getting wet. Bucky release you, leaning over and pulling Steve’s face towards his own. Bucky and Steve meet in a filthy kiss, right in front of your face. You can’t even breathe, the moment so filthy, arousing and scandalous. Your heart is threatening to jump out of your chest and your panties are ruined. A quiet moan escape your lips and Bucky break the kiss. You look at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“Oh babygirl… You like the show?” Bucky smirk, putting on fake innocence. You look at the men in front of you. Bucky looks like the chesire cat, and Steve looks like he’s wrecked all ready.

“Anwer him.” Steve’s voice whisper out, low and broken.

“Yes. I like it.” I mumble out, afraid to meet their gazes. “Look at us when you’re speaking” Steve’s voice sounds like the crack of a whip. Your look up, meeting their stare with newfound bravery. You even tilt your shin up, making Steve huff out a chuckle.

“Good girl.” A shiver run down your spine, arousal making your breath shallow and fast. Steve’s hand come up to cradle your face. “May I kiss you?” He whispers against your lips, almost touching. You lean in, closing the distance. The kiss is soft and sweet, before it turns need, rough and downright filthy.

Steve is ripped away from you, Bucky’s hand firmly planted in his hair. “Enough, it’s polite to share” Bucky’s hand slide from Steve’s hair and lands around his throat, squeezing softly making Steve choke out a moan. Bucky’s looks at you, his stare hungry, like a predator hunting down its prey.

Closing in on your face, he crashes his mouth to yours, kissing you breathless. It’s different with Bucky, he’s not soft and sweet, he’s filthy right from the start. Your hands travel up to his hair, pulling on the messy locks. Soft lips and scratchy stubble moves down your throat and you moan into Bucky’s mouth.

Steve’s hand travel down your body, sliding down into your panties. He moans out when as he slips a finger into your pussy. “Wow, baby… You’re so wet” He pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy, making you push Bucky away to catch your breath. A guttural moan escape your lips, when Steve’s fingers fill you up. Bucky takes a hold of your work pants and panties and rip them off in one smooth motion. He sits down on the floor between your legs, his mouth inches from your clit. The coolness of the air and Bucky’s hot breath against your bud makes goosebumps appear on your body.

“Fuck, she’s squeezing me so tight.” Steve’s voice is gruff and low. You look at Bucky between your legs and he smirks and blow air right onto your clit. When you gasp and whine he simply licks his lips and trail his hand up Steve’s thigh. You look at his hand, how it trails all the way up to the big bulge in Steve’s lap, threatening to burst the zipper any time now. He expertly opens the button and the zipper and wrap his fist around Steve’s impressive length.

At the same time as Steve moan out, Bucky licks a stripe up your pussy. The tip of his tongue dipping in beside Steve’s fingers before circling around your clit before sucking the nub into his mouth. Your orgasm come crashing down on you, so intense you almost black out for a second. Steve’s fingers working over your g-spot prolonging your orgasm while Bucky eats you out like a starved man. You push them away with overstimulation, making Bucky whine.

“Hey, I wanted more” He looks at you, pouting. You’re too fucked out to say anything, the aftershocks of the orgasm making you feel like you’re floating. “Come here, Buck.” Steve grabs a hold of Bucky’s hair and pull him into his own lap. Seeing Bucky straddle Steve makes heat flare inside you, the sight was suck a turn-on. Steve takes the fingers he was fucking you with, and hold them in front of Bucky’s face. “Here you go, sweetheart” Bucky takes the fingers into his mouth without any hesitation and moans loudly as he licks them clean.

“That’s enough, Angel.” Steve coo, as he pulls his fingers out of Bucky’s mouth. Bucky’s tongue come out to lick his lips. Steve and Bucky meet in a kiss, and it’s the most sexy thing you’ve seen in your life. Two big beefy men, tongues fighting for dominance and hips rolling, rubbing their cocks together. You look at them with big eyes, and moan with them when they cum.

They hold on to each other to catch their breath. Bucky is the first to look at you. “I wish your tractor broke down sooner, doll”

You laugh loudly and mumble “me too, boys. Me too.”

taglist: @animnerd @late-to-the-party-81

#tonje writes #stucky x reader #steve rogers x bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x bucky barnes #landscaper!AU #machine operator!AU

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