#but the gp i spent more ah....

[skitskatdacat63]

Finally returning home from the war(being abroad for a month+) today. I am *not* excited for the transit journey I'm about to have to endure. It's funny tho cause all I can think about is just "man I wanna go home and redecorate"(I bought a billion posters)

[ningvory]

Teacher G!P Karina fucking her favourite student in her office for flirting with a girl in her class

Recording you while you’re a moaning mess so that she can blackmail you with it later

Inviting you over at her house so that she can fuck you dumb and fill you up with her cum.

Making you lay down on her bed as she sucks on you small tits :( She thinks they’re the cutest tho.

parings: gp!teacher!rina x fav student!f!reader

warnings: readers implied to have smaller tits, blackmail, ass slapping, cumming inside, dumbification, toned it down with my explanation points😭, this was made at like 5 am so it’s not proofread😭

think i might change into a black&white themee

okay so you’re like the popular girl at school, also known to be flirty with almost every pretty girl you see. even if you were in class which is how you ended in this situation.

“f-fuckk!! i’m sorry, karina!! im- ah!” you couldn’t even form a sentence, you’re getting fucked stupid by your teacher for getting caught flirting with your fellow classmate.

you looked like a mess, were in karina’s office leaning on her desk drool seeping out your mouth with tears rolling down your rosy cheeks. your school skirt was pulled up to reveal your bruised ass cheeks, caused by karina, which was behind you ramming her cock inside your tight cunt.

“should’ve thought about that before you were all over that girl, pretty.” karina grunted.

she gave another smack against your ass making you cry out even more, you were such a whiny and moaning mess for her how could she not take up the opportunity to record your pretty moans?

“ka-ri-karina!! i’m cumming!!” you squealed out, body shaking as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, back arching even more.

“cum for me, my pretty girl.” karina whispered, fucking into harder than before, feeling her own high.

you finally came all on her dick, cum dripping on her floor and covering her cock, squeals and whines heard from you from your intense orgasm.

suddenly she pressed you down to her desk, head even closer to her phone picking up the audio. whimpers and cries spilled outta your mouth from the overstimulation on your cunt but you couldn’t do anything, she was pressing your spent body to her desk.

“ah- almost there pretty. take it all like a good girl!!” karina grunted, head fallen back as she let her moans spill outta her mouth from how your warm cunny was squeezing her!

karina would lowkey use that blackmail wisely, making you such lewd things by having you suck her off or letting her cum inside and telling you to keep it in the whole day! :((

she’d randomly invited you to her house but could you really say no? so you agreed, wearing a miniskirt with a crop top and drove to her house.

thinking abt when you get there she’d open the door and get right to work, she was wearing nothing but a sports bra and some boxers, rock hard dick visible. she’d drag you to her bed and immediately throw you on it, straddling you and undressing you.

once she undressed the two of you she immediately started pounding into you, making you yelp as your body began to rock from how hard she was fucking you!!

she would think your tits are sooo cute! tweaking them and suckin on them as she fucks you dumb, making you cum all over her pelvis!

it would be hours until she stopped, you were soo braindead you just let her use your body until she was done toying with you. your tits were so sensitive from her sucking you jolted everytime she tweaked them :((

[kopilot-pop]

Comfy 18+

(Yunjin x GP! Reader)

Request: oh my- that karina fic was so good. i need you to write a similar fic for clingy yunjin x soft dom reader pls… doesn’t have to be gp reader but i totally liked it in sofa

Warning(s): MDNI, GP! Reader, breeding kink, dirty talk?, daddy kink(there’s like one word for it), etc.

A/N: Hi.. it took like 300 years but here’s a new fic… love y’all (plz dont hate me)

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“I don’t wanna go.”

“I swear to god, if you’re late Chaewon will murder me.”

The blonde girl in your arms seems to pout even more at your words.

Yesterday was Yunjin’s break day and the two of you spent it going on a movie date, drinking at your apartment, and sleeping all cuddled up.

Making her ride you was in there somewhere but the both of you were too drunk to remember.

You woke up at 10 a.m. with Yunjin curled up in your arms... naked (except for your oversized hoodie covering her). It’s now 12 p.m. and your girlfriend is supposed to be at the practice room in an hour. But it seems like Yunjin has no intentions of leaving your apartment - hell, your bed.

“Jen.. you’re really gonna be late…”

She whines as you try to pull her off of your body and clings onto you even tighter than before.

You’ll be lying if her in your arms wasn’t turning you on. Her.. chest.. was touching your side, and you're having a very difficult time not staring at her bare legs.

"Jennn... c'mon.."

Suddenly, she jumps up from your arms and sits on top of your stomach. She looks at you with a smug grin and a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"What if... I do this?"

With a swift motion she takes off the hoodie and throws it to her side. She tilts her head at you and bites her lip.

"Do you still want me to leave?"

You let out a loud groan and turn your head back to the pillow underneath you. Yunjin pins you down by grabbing your shoulders. The moment you try to convince her for one last time, she shuts you up with a kiss.

You can feel her pussy on your stomach, and when she slowly grinds back and forth, you can feel it slowly becoming soaked.

Your hands glide up to her nipples, playing with them just so you can see Yunjin blush.

“God, you’re so fucking hot babygirl.”

The moment the petname slips out of your mouth, her confidence seems to immediately disappear. She lets out a quiet whine and stops her movement.

You - having a sudden boost in confidence at her reaction - flip her onto her back, trapping her between your arms. With a yelp, Yunjin clings into your shoulders.

With no more patience, you pull down you sweatpants along with your boxers, and let your painful boner free. It springs out to your stomach, and you can immediately feel your girlfriends fingers touch it.

“God, I still don’t know how you fit that in me.”

With a breathy shake Yunjin aligns your cock to her wet hole and wraps her leg around you to push you in.

You slowly sink into her tight pussy, and groan at the warmth surrounding you.

“Mmf… God I love you…”

Yunjin pulls you into another sloppy kiss, but she suddenly pushes you away when she feels the tip of your cock touch her womb.

“Ah-! W-wait Y/nnnn!”

You start rolling your hips back and forth - trying to be as gentle as possible - but Yunjin always had trouble adjusting to your size no matter how wet she was.

She lets out small whimpers, digging her face into your shoulders, and tightly gripping onto your arms.

“Ah- ah-! I want… I want you to…”

“Hm? What was that? Fuck- Couldn’t hear ya sweetheart.”

“I… ugh! I want you to.. hng… I wanna feel you cum inside me..”

You pause at her request, but after what she said registers into your mind, your whole body feels like it’s on fire.

“Goddammit- you asked for this.”

Yunjin hiccups at your clouded eyes, and starts to feel excitement when you manhandle her into a different position. She’s practically folded in half, with her legs hooked over your shoulders.

As you pull her in, your dick slams into her core at the same time, causing her to let out a scream.

“F..fuck! Fuck, daddy you’re so deep- angh..! inside me-!”

She lets out short breaths at the same rhythm of you pounding into her. You watch her face go from pain to absolute pleasure as her tongue lolls out and her eyes keep focus on your member ruining her pussy.

The slapping sounds echo through your room, and you can tell that the wetness is embarrassing her when she rolls her head into the sheets.

Having none of that, you grab her face and force her to look into your eyes as you start going faster.

“Ah!! Y/n, Y/n, Y/nnnn…..! Fuck, ugh!! I love youu…”

“I’m.. hah… I’m gonna cum…”

Her teary eyes make it impossible for you to hold yourself in, and as you finally bury yourself as deep as possible, Yunjin’s back arches and she lets out the loudest scream you’ve ever heard (even for her).

You feel her legs lock you inside as you let spurts of cum fill her up. Her spasming walls cause your cock to twitch inside of her - making her let out tiny whimpers.

The two of you let out deep breaths as Yunjin’s arms pull your torso closer for comfort.

“Mmf.. I’m cold…”

“Yeah, well - you’re the on that decided to throw your hoodie across the room.” You let out a breathy laugh.

“It’s technically yours so… can you go get it?”

You give her a playful glare, but the moment you see her smile - as always - you lose.

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a/n: its so weird writing after so long

[bangchansdirty-slut]

An Orgasm A Day Keeps The Cramps Away

Paring: GP!Yunjin x Bottom Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Yunjin decides to help you with your cramps during your time of the month.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I wrote this fic because I have just started my period again and my cramps are causing me a lot of pain. I am also considering writing more period-related content, including smut.

Yunjin was in the practice room with Y/n when she saw Y/n was in pain. She immediately stopped what she was doing and approached Y/n with concern written all over her face. "Y/n, what's wrong? You seem to be in pain." Yunjin asked, her voice soft and gentle. Y/n let out a sigh before responding, "Ah, it's just my period. I just started and the cramps are killing me. Nothing seems to help." Yunjin nodded, remembering how painful cramps could be. She decided to do some research to see if there was anything she could do to help Y/n.

As it turned out, orgasms were known to provide relief from menstrual cramps. Eager to help her friend, Yunjin suggested, "Hey, Y/n, have you ever heard of how orgasms can help with cramps? Maybe we could try that?" Y/n's face turned bright red and she stuttered, "Uh, well, I-I've heard about it, but I'm a virgin. I don't really know how to do it."

Yunjin smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, I can help you. It's not as scary as it sounds, and we can do it in a way that's comfortable for you." She moved closer to Y/n and kissed her softly on the lips. "We can start with this." As they continued to make out, Yunjin began to undress Y/n, taking off her shirt and revealing her flat chest.

Y/n glanced down at her own body, feeling self-conscious about her nakedness. "But, um, won't it get messy if we do it here?" she asked, referring to the practice room. Yunjin thought for a moment and then nodded. "You're right. Let's go to our dorm instead. I'm sure we can find a way to make it work." Together, they went to their shared bedroom and entered the bathroom. Yunjin turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature until it was nice and hot. "This should help relax you," she said with a gentle smile.

As Y/n stepped into the steamy shower, Yunjin closed the shower door behind them. She wrapped her arms around Y/n and started kissing her passionately, their tongues tangling together. Y/n moaned softly into the kiss, feeling a heat building up between her legs. Yunjin could tell that Y/n was ready, so she leaned forward and began to kiss and lick along her neck and collarbone.

Y/n gasped and arched her back, her eyes fluttering shut. She could feel Yunjin's hand moving between their bodies, stroking her gently. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Yunjin asked, her voice husky with desire. "I don't want to hurt you." Y/n nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, I trust you," she whispered.

With that, Yunjin positioned herself in front of Y/n and slowly guided her hips forward. Their bodies aligned perfectly, and Yunjin felt her own girlhood slide effortlessly inside Y/n's wetness. They groaned in unison as their hips began to move together, their bodies becoming one in the heat of passion. Yunjin's fingers dug into Y/n's hips, urging her to go deeper, harder, faster.

Y/n threw her head back, her long hair falling forward to hide her face from view. She arched her back, meeting Yunjin's thrusts with equal force. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, but somehow, it felt like it was helping to ease the pain. The cramps that had been wracking her body seemed to fade away as the orgasm began to build inside her.

"Oh, Yunjin!" she cried out, her voice muffled by the sound of their bodies slapping together. "I'm close!" Yunjin's hips quickened, and she leaned forward, nipple brushing against Y/n's. "Cum with me, baby," she whispered, her breath hot against Y/n's ear. And with those words, Y/n's orgasm crashed over her like a wave, washing away the last vestiges of pain and leaving her spent and satisfied.

They clung to each other, their hearts racing, as they tried to catch their breath. Yunjin's chest heaved up and down, and she could feel her own juices still dripping from their entangled bodies. She smiled down at Y/n, who looked up at her with a mixture of surprise and contentment.

"That was amazing," Y/n whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of the running water. "Thank you." Yunjin leaned down and kissed her softly. "No, thank you. I've never felt anything like that before. You're incredible." They continued to embrace, lost in the afterglow of their shared experience, until the water began to cool and reality slowly crept back in.

With a sigh, Yunjin stepped away from Y/n and turned off the shower. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself before wrapping another around Y/n. "Come on," she said, leading Y/n out of the shower and into the bedroom. "Let's get cleaned up and relax." They dried off, got dressed, and climbed into bed, snuggling close together under the soft sheets. Yunjin couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her as she wrapped her arm around Y/n's waist.

They lay there for a while, just enjoying each other's company in silence. Yunjin could feel the warmth of Y/n's body against hers, and it was oddly comforting. She wondered if this was how it felt to be in love. She couldn't deny that she had been attracted to Y/n from the moment they met, but she never expected to feel this way about her. It was almost overwhelming at times, but in a good way.

As they lay there, Y/n traced idle patterns on Yunjin's arm with her finger. "Thank you for being here for me tonight," she said softly. "I don't know what I would have done without you." Yunjin smiled down at her. "You're my best friend, Y/n. Of course I'm here for you. And I'm glad we could…do this. I hope it helped." Y/n nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. "It did. More than you'll ever know."

Their eyes met, and for a moment, Yunjin thought she saw something different in Y/n's gaze. Something that went beyond friendship. But before she could say anything, Y/n looked away, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Let's get some sleep, okay?" Yunjin nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment deep in her chest. But she knew that tonight, they had shared something special, and that was enough for now.

They settled into the bed, spooning together, and soon fell into a deep, satisfying sleep. As they drifted off, Yunjin couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. It was as if everything that had happened before this moment had been leading up to this night, and for the first time in a long time, she felt truly at ease.

[momotorin]

jealousy, jealousy

(pt.1) jealous!gp!momo and the twice girls! how would gp!momo get jealous?

with: nayeon

well, you spent the day with your best friend! who were you to blame; you missed each other for months, and when you saw nayeon, you were just so excited and happy that you didn't wanna leave her side.

momo was just there. what makes her feel that little jealous bubble in her stomach is that you held nayeon's hand more than hers and she knows that you have a thing for hands and she just felt the worst staring at her tiny ones.

momo kinda sulked the whole day at the pier, ngl because she doesn't have the heart to actually argue with her unnie; mainly because she respects nayeon that much and she doesn't really feel off about her touching you (momo maybe dreamed of having you bent over for her as you suck nayeon) so it really was no biggie until you two were mistakenly called a couple by the worker of the carnival game you're playing with nayeon.

that's where she snapped. you go home after a little while with you being on shotgun and momo as the driver, just running her hands up and down your thighs the whole time that nayeon was at the back. no, she was full on gripping on it.

nonetheless, it got you so wet.

you two dropped nayeon off and the moment she got off? momo was full on making out with you already, not even minding that you two are literally on the street, steps away from your best friend, in her mid-tinted car.

"mo-"

"shut up," momo hops on your side of the car, reclining your chair, kissing you by holding you by the neck. "had fun being such a little slut for nayeon today, hm?"

"momo what the hell are you sa-"

she continued kissing you deeply, now unbuttoning your shirt, "you sure know what the fuck am i saying," she leaves marks on your collarbones, full on biting your skin, leaving you moaning and writhing under her touch. you tried to get your hands on her hair, but she immediately clasped it together, not even letting you touch her. "don't touch me 'till i say so."

she kisses you once more, now removing her pants, showing that very visible hard on under her boxers.

"ah, fuck," she moans as she removes her boxers; her length was already full, thick, and oozing with precum. she pumps it, getting ahold of your hand to make it pump against her dick. "hmm, you wish it were nayeon's, huh?" the thrusts, getting ahold of your hair now as you pumped her cock. "open for me, pretty slut."

like the good girl you are, of course you open your mouth for her to use. her length not even halfway, you were already gagging.

"take that, hmm, fuck," she growled, gripping your head more as she thrusted into your mouth, making you suck the last few inches of her, and you gag around her dick. "this is what you deserve," she wipes away your tears from gagging, and she continues to thrust all of her length in your gagging, drool, and cock covered mouth. "fuckin' slut."

you kept crying, choking, and drooling on her cock. she just held your head in place, thrusting in and out, making sure to hit the deepest parts of your throat until she's: "hmm, fuck, baby, keep doing that," she growls as you twist your tongue along the tip of her cock, hitting that one specific vein that always makes her cum. "g'nna fill that slutty mouth." she grunted, and with one last hard thrust, her seed filled your mouth.

"swallow," she held both sides of your cheek by one hand as she pulled out, seeing you swallow her thick cum. "good little girl," she smirks, finally taking off your pants and your panties; creating a single string of wetness from the cloth to your center. "did you just get so fucking wet from that, hm, slut?" she slapped your pussy, and you whined, immediately clasping your thighs together.

"fuck that." she says, spreading it apart, holding both of your thighs down as she blew on your clit to make you shiver and scream. "so loud. you want nayeon to hear me fucking you?" she smirked, teasing her fingers along the sides of your folds, admiring the wetness she can only make.

unconsciously, you nod. "m-momo, please."

"what, baby?" she smirks, teasing only the tip of her finger to go inside of you.

"ah, please, inside," you whined, gyrating your hips forward to try to get some of momo's fingers in you. "please."

she sighs, moving her finger away from your wetness "or you'd like nayeon to do this to you?"

"no!" you screamed, now desperate only for her touch. "no! only you! only you, momo, fuck-"

she pressed a kiss on your clit, "so desperate," she says, now using her tongue to circle your clit and you moaned her name. "you like that, hm, slut?"

"y-yes!" you moaned, almost touching her head as she did kitten licks on your clit, but she looked at you with such hunger and command. momo is serious about her rules, as her little girl, you just know you had to do better. "mmgh, fuck."

she pulls away for quite a while, just taking a breather and sticks a finger in your pussy. "so tight," she mumbled. "want nayeon to stretch you out?"

"n-no," you sighed, just feeling her middle finger still on your pussy, making her feel every pulse and contraction of it. "only you, momo."

"thought so," she smirked, now kissing you as she thrusted two fingers in. "look at you getting so wet," she growled in a low voice, removing both of her fingers to just see your juices drip. "can nayeon do that to you, hm?"

"no! only you!"

"want my dick so bad, don't you?"

"yes!"

at one swift motion, momo was already pounding the life out of you.

"momo!" you screamed, feeling her just grip your hips to make you moan louder as she hits the tip of your cervix.

"ah, fuck," she moaned, continuously thrusting as she puts both of your hands around her neck for you to hold. "such a tight fucking slut, hm," she rasped, her thrusts becoming faster as you screamed. "wan' nayeon to pound you like this?"

"no, no," you moaned, "o-only you, mgh, fuck!"

"good girl," she growls, now pulling away from your body to thrust into your pulsing hole faster, rubbing your clit with her thumb. "look at that," she says, feeling your juices flow into her cock. "you're leaking on me, fucking slut."

"haah," you breathed out, your back arching from her touch; those little tight circles on your clit as she thrusted. "momo, sh- fuck! i'm gonna fucking cum!"

"don't," she pulled out all of a sudden. "bad girls don't get to cum."

"but mo-"

"shut the fuck up," she grunted, kissing you once more as she thrusts her cock in your hole again. "it's only me who can make you like this, hm?"

"yes! ah, god, fuck," you shouted, feeling her cock graze against your g-spot. "i'm your dirty slut!"

"thought so," momo smirks and got faster. "so fucking tight, baby."

"all for you! ah, i'm going to cum!"

"cum for me, fucking slut," she says, rubbing your clit in such a fast motion that your senses overheated. "fuuck," she felt your walls pulse around her dick, squeezing it deliciously as she thrusted faster. "i'm going to drain the shit out of you, fuck."

you squirted, screaming momo's name as she continued to thrust inside of you, making you hold onto her as you were sensitive.

"gonna fuck the little slut out of you, baby," she whispered, pounding onto you. "you made my dick so wet."

"momo! fuck!" you screamed once more, feeling her nip on the skin of your neck. "i'm gonna cum..."

she moved her hips faster, making you squirt once more into her dick.

"you always get so fucking tight, ah," she thrusts faster again, and you felt her shaft pulse, indicating that she's about to cum. "take," she thrusts hard, "this," she once more thrusts, her dick pulsing as she sees your wet pussy swallow her whole. "cum." she finally came and spurted her seed inside of you.

she pulls out, admiring her work that was your pussy pulsing around nothing, covered in her cum. "hmm," she says, kissing your cheek. she then scoops up the cum that came out of your pussy, putting it back in. "see that, baby?" she grunted, her fingers glistening with your cum and hers. "no one could ever make you cum like that."

with: jeongyeon

you promised jeongyeon a night out so you two did, and momo just dropped you off in the local bar, where you meet jeongyeon.

momo was all alone, just watching some movies from the tv, took a little bath, and just went to go back to her movie only in her robe.

hours later, you come utterly smashed, too drunk to even talk that jeongyeon was the one who even knocked at your home's door.

"hey, uh," jeongyeon says, lifting you up as you buried your face into her neck. "she got really excited with the vodka and stuff..." jeongyeon sighs as momo takes you into her arms. "sorry if we came home this late."

momo was boiling inside, but of course she's got to keep composed, "no problem, jeongyeon. hope you go home well."

"yeah, thanks too," jeongyeon smiles at momo. "good night, sweetie."

you chuckled, "byebye jeongyeon!"

sweetie? the actual fuck?

"hmm," you hugged momo, buried your face on her neck, and kissed it. "am i home already?"

"y-you are," she breathed out, getting you away from her. "stop, you need to take off your shoes first, baby."

she pushes you away, leaving you on your own as she went to the couch herself.

"momoring," you slurred. "momoring please come back here." you removed your shoes as momo ignored you.

"shut up," she says, eyes completely only focused on the tv. "can't believe you went out wearing that," she points to your outfit, a skintight dress with a tiny slit and almost non existent straps with a low neckline. "and i bet you're all over jeongyeon the whole night, you fucking slut."

"oh?" you exlaimed in amusement. the way her eyes glowed was different. it was feral, scary, but not uninvited. "is my momoring jeal-"

"i told you," she went closer to you, gripping your waist tightly, almost bruising it. "you look like you're asking for it."

you smirked, teasing her, "what if i am?"

momo then smacks a loud one to your ass, "want everyone to fuck you, hm?"

"no," you said, biting your lip in pleasure. "o-only you."

she held you by the waist, kissing you as you made way to your bedroom. her anger was so visible from her eyes, and you feel like they could burn.

"this fucking dress," she rips it apart from the middle by her bare hands as you laid on the bed, and she's shocked that you were wearing nothing underneath. "and you went full on commando," she slaps your ass once more, loud and it leaves a mark. she spreads your legs, revealing your cunt. she runs her fingers through your slit as you flinched. "fuck, were you all wet from jeongyeon all night?"

"no, w-wanted to be ready for your cock," you sighed, the alcohol and the lust clouding your brain. "need you so bad, please, fuck."

she sends a slap to your pussy, surprised that it was so wet. you were dripping to the sheets and she hasn't even touched you properly yet.

"good girls don't get what they want," she stands up, removing her robe to reveal her hard, 9-inch cock, leaking precum. your eyes glow in lust, wanting to have her in you immediately. you rubbed your thighs together in anticipation as she went to get something. her fleshlight. "hmm," she runs a finger through your pussy lips again, and makes your pussy meet her fleshlight, gathering your wetness. she makes you look at how she was spreading your juices on the fleshlight, her fingers going in and out of that hole. you were whining and so turned on that you were shaking.

"you would've gotten this if you weren't slutting all night." she sighs as her length disappeared on the fleshlight, hugging her cock tight as she thrusted. she placed the fleshlight on your stomach.

"fuck, momo," you said, your fingers creeping up to your pussy, trying to relieve your wetness, but momo swats it away. "no, fuck, please."

"you're not getting what you want," she growled angrily, her thrusts getting deeper on the fleshlight, making her balls hit your clit. you moaned, finally feeling something. "fucking slut wanna get fucked by others."

"n-no, please, only you," you were almost tearing up, wanting to have momo to ram in you already. "please, i'm sorry... i need you."

"shut the fuck up," she grunted once more, her thrusts on the fleshlight getting faster. she pulls out, jerking her cock off to waste her cum on your stomach. "mmgh, wanna get used by jeongyeon like this, huh?"

"no, momo," you gripped on her arms, eyes dark in lust. "need you in me, please. need only your big cock to make me cum, please."

she kisses you, pushing all of her inches in one go, not even letting you to adjust to her length.

"mmgh," she grips on your tits as she thrusted fast. "so fucking tight for me, hm? wanna get jeongyeon to loose you up?"

you whined, "no! only you!"

"good," she says, pulling your thighs upwards so she hits a deeper spot that makes you wet her cock, and scream her name. "let the neighborhood know who's fucking you this good."

"fuck, just like th- momo!" you screamed, your legs trembling as you felt her hit your spot, rubbing your clit in tight circles.

"mmgh, so tight," she chuckled, thrusting fast, watching her cock disappear in your pussy walls. "bet jeongyeon can't do that to you, hm?"

"shit," you grunted, feeling her grip on your hips more as she slams her full length in yours. "no, baby, only you," you sighed, feeling her tip kiss your cervix. "y-you're so big."

"you're going to take me," her hips rut faster as you felt her cock pulse. "you're going to take my cum."

"mmgh," she grunts, flipping you over as she gripped your hips and pushed down on your back. "taking me like a little slut."

"momo, fuck," you gripped the sheets as you felt your walls close up on momo's thrusting cock. "i'm gonna cum!"

she ran her thumb through your slit, circling your clit to make you squirt on the sheets.

"fuck," momo grunts, thrusting a few more, pumping her cum into you. "you made a fucking mess." she thrusted, deep, her cum warming your insides.

she pulls out slowly, making sure that her cum doesn't spill. you continued to arch your back, like you were stationary in that position, and momo flipped you gently on your back.

she kissed your temple as she lets you lay on her body as you calmed down from your high.

she hums, tracing your pussy full of her cum. "you wanted this, didn't you?"

"just like to see you mad, babe," you teased, kissing her cheek. "and you fucked me mad too, that's a bonus."

"so naughty," she lightly smacks your ass as she chuckled. "go commando again or you'd get more than that."

[hookhausenschips]

Burning Rubber

Chapter Four

F1 Masterlist

Burning Rubber Masterlist

Word Count: 2,930

Summary: Azha enjoying her girls vacation until a fight with Lando happens.

Warnings: talks of dangerous acts, tiddies, Brazil GP, nakedness

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Asha’s POV

It’s been two weeks since I was at the Grand Prix in Austin. I flew back home afterward and spent some time with family. Going to car meets, seeing old friends, and just enjoying life offline. But here I am on a plane with my two best friends heading to the islands to start my summer break. Ever since the Grand Prix, so many people have followed my account and my comments are flooded. Some are worse than others, especially the Lando girlies. They don’t bother me but I’ve had to limit my comments or just turn them off in general. Thankfully my other account is private, but they’ve all constantly requested to follow. I sigh and look out the window of the private jet at the night sky. Soon those worries will be long gone and I will be soaking up the sun in a new place. Nova and Sariyah were fast asleep at the back of the plane. Lando and I have been talking a lot lately. Whether it’s both of us checking in on the other or just simple conversations.

I can’t deny I do miss his presence. His corny jokes, his smile, that boisterous laugh, everything I guess. He’s made an everlasting impact on my life without even trying. Speak of the devil, my phone lights up with his face. A FaceTime. I answer, “Hey, what’s up?” I ask quietly. “Just called to see how the flight’s going.” He shrugged. I could see he was in his hotel bed, wearing his infamous grey hoodie. “It’s fine I guess. Nova and Sariyah are asleep. I’ve tried but can’t seem to.” I reply. He nodded. “Sorry, I couldn’t come to Brazil,” I whispered. “It’s okay. Max, P, and the others are here. Although it’s not the same without you here.” He spoke. “Yeah, I saw that Max said he’d play Rich Baby Daddy if you win, think that’ll happen?” I ask. He huffed a laugh, “God I hope not. I would love a win of course but him playing that whether I’m on podium or after? Absolutely not.” I nodded smiling. “It’s a sprint again right?” I asked. “Yeah another one, the last one for the season. Thank god. Then two more races left.” He said. “Ah yeah, I heard about Vegas. You excited?” I said while getting comfy again in my seat. “I mean kind of? It’s Vegas so yeah that’s fun plus a circuit none of us have raced so there's potential for someone other than Verstappen to win.” He trailed off. “But?” I asked. “But I feel it’s going to be over the top just because it’s Vegas.” He sighed. I nodded, and we continued to talk about the upcoming race.

“I mean yeah the fans have been terrible but it’s nothing I can’t handle. I’ve dealt with these things since I could remember.” I told him. “So that’s why you’ve turned off your comments?” He questioned. I nodded, “And on my stories too. I’ve had Kiara take care of that account. I’m going to take a break from it while I’m on my summer break. I’ll still be on the other one. Thankfully none of them have infiltrated that. Lord knows what would happen.” I said. “Yeah, you still haven’t taken me to the street life.” Lando changed the subject. “Well let me know your schedule and I’ll make it happen,” I say. “When are you three coming back?” “Um, I think after the Vegas Grand Prix unfortunately,” I reply. “Oh okay.” He whispered. “I’m sorry Lando. That’s the time we paid for out here.” I said even though the girls and I had planned on attending to surprise the Brit. “It’s okay, maybe after the race?” He asked. I nodded, “If it works for you.” Silence surrounded the call. It wasn’t an awkward silence, more like contempt. I could see he was fighting sleep, “Lando go to sleep. You can always call me later.” I whisper. He shook his head, “You’ll be busy on your girl’s vacation.” He spoke. I look up hearing a noise and see Nova sit down across from me. I look back to the boy on my screen, “You know I’ll always answer. You need the rest.” I say. “Just a few more minutes? I haven’t seen your face in forever.” He replied sleepily. “That was so cheesy. But okay fine, you get three minutes Norris and then I’m hanging up.” I smiled. All I heard were soft snores as a reply. I put my phone on mute and then placed it on the armrest of my seat.

Nova looks at me with a smirk on her face. “What?” I question her. “You like him.” She replied sitting back in her seat. “And what makes you think that Londyn?” I roll my eyes. “Well for one you two are so touchy feelly. Two, the way you look at him. Azha I haven’t seen you look at anyone like that since Giannis. And god you two are almost flirting whether either of realize you’re doing it or not.” She listed. Lando and I had always been touchy in our friendship since maybe day three. “I’m always touchy with everyone, you know touch is my main love language.” I counter. “You’re more touchy with him though. You two might not see it but you both are so into each other. You care deeply for him.” She spoke. “Nova, we’ve only been friends for what four months? Almost five? I don’t have feelings for Lando. I’m sure he doesn’t either. He could have any girl in the world, why would he choose a street racer/borderline criminal?” I replied. “So you’ve thought about it?” She smiled. I roll my eyes, “That’s not what I said.” I said beginning to get frustrated. “Can we just forget this and focus on our vacation? I have enough people criticizing or telling me things in my career and life. I don’t need you to start too.” I cross my arms and look back at my phone seeing the boy we speak of still asleep.

We finally landed in Jamaica at 12:30 pm, our first stop, and made it to our Air B&B. It was beautiful with a view of the ocean by the pool and jacuzzi. I text Lando congrats on Pole for the shootout after watching on the plane. Of course after falling asleep for a few hours. I went to my room and opened my suitcase to change into my bikini. Grabbing my neon yellow one I change into it and head down poolside with my phone. I sat on one of the sun beds then I texted Lando to see if he was free. My phone began to ring, and I answered immediately. “Hey Mr Sprint Pole.” I smiled. Lando was in his driver’s room still in his suit. “Hey yourself Miss Island Princess. How is it?” He asked. “We just arrived a few minutes ago. Here I’ll show you the view.” I say standing up and switching to my back camera. His eyes shined in awe, “And that’s from the pool?” He questioned. “Yeah. I mean it’s not Brazil. But it’ll do. Feels good.” I replied then turned the camera back around. “How is Brazil anyway? Having any fun, and no I’m not talking about the race.” I ask him. “It’s great, I can’t really complain.” He replied, I heard a voice in the background I couldn’t quite make out. “Hey, can I call you after the sprint? Gotta get going.” He said. “No yeah of course. Good luck and again, Congrats Lando.” I said. “Thank you, I’ll see you later.” He said. I said my goodbyes and hung up. Time to watch the sprint and soak up the Jamaican sun.

“Dude no fucking way you’re not going to be wifed up looking like that,” Sariyah said as she and Nova walked down to the pool. “If it’s not Lando I doubt she’ll fold,” Nova remarked. “Ooo do tell,” Sariyah replied as the two sat on the sunbather to the right of mine. I roll my eyes, “There’s nothing to tell. Nova is just talking out of her ass.” I told them. Then went back to watching the Sprint on my phone. I could hear the two whispering. “You’re not going to play matchmaker. We’re here for us. No guys, no drift racer bullshit, nada.” I told them, not taking my eyes off my phone. “So if I told you there was a car meet tonight, you would say no?” Sariyah inquired. I sighed. I could feel the two grinning knowing they already won me over. “What time?” I asked. “9:30 baby. Wear something hot.” Nova teased. Before they could say more I jumped up screaming. “P2!!! He did it! He got P2!” I cheered. As I jumped around I could hear Nova whisper to Sariyah, “Yeah she’s totally not into him.”

Later that night

Walking into the parking lot where the meet is I spot so many beautiful cars. It feels weird not showing up with our cars. We’re just spectators tonight. I haven’t been in that position in years. Nova grabbed my hand, “You look nervous. Relax it’s not like we’re racing for slips.” She spoke. “Nothing wrong with being cautious. Yeah granted we don’t have our cars but we don’t know anyone here. Something could pop off.” I replied. “We’re letting loose tonight. We’ll be fine babe.” Nova said. I nodded and sighed, here goes nothing.

The Next Day

Rolling over in my bed I groan, my joints aching. Thank god for no hangovers. I open my eyes to see the sun shining through the sliding door. How the hell did we get back? I sit up in bed trying to remember the night. What the fuck? I move the blanket to search for my phone, I hear a thud hit the carpet, and peek over the bed. I snatched it and tried turning it on. It flashed saying it needed charging. I groaned again and grabbed my charger. I sit back on the bed and watch as my phone powers on. Immediately it starts dinging repeatedly. I turn off the ringer. Many missed calls, texts, FaceTimes, dms. You name it. Most are from Lando, Ria, and Max in our group chat. I start to sift through the messages. I replied to them as much as I could, and then my phone started ringing. It was Lando. I answered and was met with his face twisted in worry. “Thank God you're okay. Do you not know how to use your phone?” He asked. “Lando, Lando slow down I just woke up. My phone was dead, I just plugged it in.” I replied. He finally looked at the screen and his face immediately turned pink, “Um. Azha you’re a little uh.” He stuttered. I looked at the screen where my picture was, I screamed hanging up and throwing my phone. Lando had just seen my naked chest. I didn’t even realize I was fully naked. I groaned and covered my face with my hands. How embarrassing. I mean it could’ve been worse, I remember once sending this random guy my nudes and certain videos while drunk on accident. Thankfully that guy wasn’t the type to post them everywhere. Okay, Azha just breathe you’re going to have to face him soon, get it over with now so it’s not awkward in the future. Before I could grab my phone to call him back the girls bust down my door.

“YOU SHOWED LANDO YOUR TITS??!” Sariyah yelled. I collapsed back into the pillows and yelled frustratedly into them. “It was an accident, how the fuck was I supposed to know I’m naked. I don’t even remember getting home last night.” I told them as they sat on the bed with me. “Wait how the hell do you know he seen them.” I inquired crossing my arms. “Max texted Nova who was asleep and I was using her phone to go through the videos and stuff from last night when the message came through. He said ‘Lando is freaking out, he seen Azha’s boobs on accident. He didn’t mean to and now he thinks she’s mad’ And I freaked out waking up Nova.” Sariyah explained. I could crawl into a hole and die. “Text him back and tell him that I’m not mad at Lando. And that I will call him back right now. You two have to be quiet though please.” I sighed. The two nodded and Nova replied to Max. Sariyah handed my phone back to me and I made sure I was covered by the comforter before calling Lando back.

“Azha I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have looked that was a total invasion of privacy.” Lando rambled and I could tell he was pacing in his hotel room. “Lando.” I spoke, “I understand if you’re upset, I would be too if someone just randomly seen my dick without the actual sex part.” He continued. “Lando,” I spoke louder as Nova and Sariyah covered their mouths to hide their giggles. “I mean they’re nice. I’m sure the piercings and tattoos hurt but they’re nice too. Oh god, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say that. Not saying they’re ugly but that’s the last thing I should be saying.” He rambled more. “Lando!” I yelled. He finally stopped and looked at his phone. “It’s fine. It’s my fault, I should’ve checked before answering. I’m not mad. Embarrassed and every other synonym? Yeah absolutely. Stop freaking out okay?” I say. “Also thanks for the compliment, they weren’t that bad. You should get some.” I teased, and he blushed again. I could hear Max, P, and Ria laughing in the background. “Were the tattoos a drunken idea?” He asked. I smiled, “No actually, it was either that or a tramp stamp from a dare years ago. So barbed wire hearts it was. Why get a tramp stamp when you could get a spine tattoo or full-blown backpiece.” I replied. “Anyways. As you can see, I’m alive. So are the girls, we’re fine no more worrying grandma.” “Yeah very much alive.” He replied sarcastically. I ignore his sarcasm. “Congratulations on the sprint by the way,” I say. “Quit changing the subject. You could’ve died last night.” He said, his eyes shined with frustration. “Lando I walk that line of death every time I sit down in my drift car or even just my cars when I’m street racing. You’re overreacting. See?” I explain propping my phone on the blanket and moving my arms. “Very much alive,” I say. “Azha you scared us last night. That’s not okay and to try and dumb it down like it’s nothing is literal insanity. Have fun on the rest of your trip.” He spoke, and before I could say anything he hung up. I look at Nova and Sariyah, “He’s overreacting right?.” I questioned the two. They looked at each other and then back to me, “Girl he might be right on this one.” Sariyah said passing me her phone showing the videos from last night, I played each one as my face twisted in shock and horror. Oh my god.

Today we are leaving Jamaica to surprise the group in Vegas for the Grand Prix. I haven’t talked to Lando since our fight damn near a week ago. If you could even call it a fight. More like just him trying to play dictator of my life. I texted him to wish him a happy birthday but all I got in response was being left on read. I don’t blame him but he can’t yell at me for my actions when it also applies to my racing, both kinds. He has no right to act like that. Yes, it was dangerous but I knew deep down I was safe. The street life with the right people is always safe because they make sure you’re safe. He wouldn’t understand that. Sariyah and Nova say I need to apologize, if I were in his shoes I would react the same way. But that’s the thing I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t tell someone how they should live their life or how to spend their vacation. I zipped up my suitcase and looked around the bedroom. We didn't go out much after that night. Well, I didn't, I stayed here at the villa either swimming in the pool, sunbathing, walking down to the beach, or lounging around the house. I didn't need the added stress of Lando trying to be my father once again.

A knock on the doorway interrupted my thoughts, “Hey you ready to go? The Uber is here.” Nova said. I nodded then grabbed my suitcase and followed her downstairs. “Have you guys talked yet?” she asked. I shook my head, “No not even a thanks when I wished him ‘happy birthday’. I can just feel how awkward this Vegas thing is going to be. Hopefully, he's gotten over it. I sure have.” I spoke as we climbed into the Uber. “Has he talked to either of you?” I asked the two. “Yeah he has,” Sariyah said. I nodded, of course. Why does that not surprise me, ignore me but talk to my two best friends. Whatever I'll just hang with Ria and P while we’re there. Try to avoid Lando as much as I can since he clearly also wants nothing to do with me.

[desomniis]

to ask for your hand (I just pray that its mine) | Chapter 4 excerpt

After clinching his third career win at the Vegas GP, Carlos wakes up to a wedding band on his finger and his teammate, Charles, wearing the exact match.

WIP | 4/5 | 28,797 words | Accidental Drunk Marriage in Vegas AU | Fluff | Angst | Drama

Down below, the circuit was a bright outline against the night. Another season, another gruelling race in Singapore.

The skyline was an architectural marvel. It was stunning during the day, but at night? it looked like a rare jewel sparkling against the black velvet night. To witness such magnificence on top of the Marina Bay Sands—dipped in the infinity pool, no less—with no one else around was a indeed privilege.

In his mind, he traced the track, imagining his car passing through Anderson bridge, making the tight left at 13 to the Esplanade Drive. Then the apex at 14, then 15, 16—a splash from the other end of the pool startled him. Charles?

Carlos was pretty sure it was Charles, the rookie this season. They never really ‘talked’ before. Their conversations always happened in passing, going along the lines off, ‘How are you? Good? How’s your car? Not good on the tires.’ He knew little about him—only that he was from Monaco and that he was set to replace Kimi at Ferrari next year. A rookie replacing a world champion. Unheard of. This kid must be a huge deal.

“It’s a beautiful city, no?” Carlos ventured. He winced inside, remembering Papá's advice about small talk and F1 drivers.

Charles jolted, his hand flying to his chest, accidentally splashing water to his own face. “Oh my god, you scared me.”

Carlos chuckled. “You’re quite jumpy, eh?” he teased, settling on the ledge next to him.

“A little,” Charles admitted with a sheepish smile. “What are you doing here? It’s a bit late, no?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“I didn’t get much sleep on the flight here.”

“Tell me about it. 20 hour flights are no joke.”

“True,” Charles said. “Any tips for tomorrow? I’ve never raced here before. My first time. So, I’m a little nervous.”

A smirk crept up Carlos lips. “Have you passed out in a race before?”

“Uh, no? I don’t think so.”

“Well, here, try not to. It’s almost guaranteed.”

”What? That’s impossible.”

“Also, you might drive blind on some corners.”

“Why—”

“Don’t even get me started about the rain. Singapore is a totally different race if it rains.”

Worry flitted through Charles' eyes, swallowing a lump on his throat. “Oh yeah?” he said, trying to hide his discomfort.

Carlos held onto his laughter. He nodded seriously, “yeah. Seven DNF’s last year.”

Charles visibly got more anxious, the horrors of last year’s race flashing in his eyes. “Ah, putain,” he muttered under his breath.

Carlos’ laughter eventually bubbled forth.

“What? Why are you laughing?” Charles questioned, his brows knitting together.

“I was kidding. It’s not that bad, I promise.”

“I—Oh… you were trying to scare me.” Charles smiled, shaking his head in disbelief. “Making fun of the rookie, I see.”

“Don’t worry,” Carlos wiped the tears from his eyes. “Vettel and Fernando did it to me in my rookie year too. Except they waited a day before telling me it’s not that bad. I remember not sleeping that night.”

Charles laughed, and Carlos was struck. There was something about his laugh that resonated deep in Carlos’ chest, like the melody of his childhood summers spent racing bicycles down sun-dappled streets, the wind tousling his hair as he pedalled faster. It was the echo of his first karting victory, the taste of victory sweet on his tongue as he stood atop the podium, trophy held high, amid deafening cheers and applause. It was Miguel’s call, on his last day, asking him to meet at the lake so that he could steal another kiss from Carlos. There was something in Charles’ laugh that made Carlos yearn to hear it more.

“Well, I guess I’ll consider myself lucky that it was not Vettel or Fernando then,” Charles said.

“Yeah. Lucky. Just sleep well and drink lots of water before the race and you’ll do fine. I’ve seen you drive. You’re good. I trust that you can make it.”

Charles's eyebrows lifted, his head tilting slightly to the left like a puppy hearing something strange. “Really?” he asked, “you think I’m good?”

Carlos can count in one hand the amount of times he complimented another driver. It wasn't that he didn't recognise talent in others—if he was being honest, there were plenty of drivers far better than him. But he rarely voiced such acknowledgements. It’s like offering your enemy an edge.

So when he did compliment Charles, it surprised him, almost catching him off guard. There was no logical explanation for it.

Perhaps it was because Charles was young and it was his first year in F1. He could vividly recall his own struggles as a rookie. Maybe, in his own way, it was him trying to help his younger self.

Or perhaps it was how easily Charles just opened up to Carlos. Paired with his dimples, the sheepish smile, and those earnest blue eyes pleading for advice. Carlos felt an instinctual urge to protect Charles.

Or perhaps, it was something else entirely.

“You don’t?” Carlos dodged the question.

"I do. It's just that... It's rare to hear it from another driver. Everyone else says I'm good, you know? 'You're so talented, Charles. So fast. You are destined to be in F1,'" he recounted. "But they say it from the outside looking in. They don’t really get it. But when another driver say it, it means a lot more. Because they understand. You understand."

Carlos nodded slowly, the weight of Charles' words settling on him. He knew that feeling all too well. The constant need to prove his own worth, that he deserved to compete with the best of the world, that it wasn’t all because of a privileged upbringing.

“Of course,” he said idly. “So, how does this feel? All of it—the hype, the pressure, the Ferrari seat next year?”

A hesitant smile touched Charles' lips, fleeting as the Monegasque breeze. “When I drove for practice for them last year, I felt like I was going to explode in the car. I felt buzzing in my ears and my hand couldn’t stop shaking. I thought I would crash. I’m quite happy that I didn’t.

“But what’s interesting was how it all felt strange to me. All my life I’ve dreamed of driving and winning in that red car. Not only me, my father and my godfather too. I carry all their dreams with me. Now that I have the chance to do that… it’s…” Charles trailed off, searching for the right words.

“Overwhelming," Carlos offered, a hint of longing creeping into his voice. "Being in that red car… it’s something else."

The last sentence hung heavy in the air, the weight of his secret, of his father's expectation, sat heavy in his gut.

Charles chuckled, a soft, nervous sound. "Yeah. It's like everyone expects me to be a champion overnight. But then there's the pressure from myself too, you know? Like I have to live up to all these expectations, not just mine but everyone else's too." He ran a hand through his hair, anxiety swimming in his eyes.

Carlos leaned back on the ledge of the pool, studying Charles. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that surprised him. This young prodigy, who seemed to have it all figured out, was wrestling with self-doubt just like everyone else.

"Hey," Carlos said gently, "You'll be alright. You're here for a reason. You have the talent, the drive... you'll get there eventually.”

A flicker of gratitude sparked in Charles' eyes. "Thanks, Carlos. I appreciate that. Coming from you, it means a lot."

The compliment hung in the air for a moment, a silent understanding passing between them. Carlos couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something about Charles disarmed him.

"Are you hungry?" Carlos finally asked, surprising even himself with the question. "Do you want to have dinner with me?"

Charles’ eyes sparkled and his lips curved up, making Carlos’ chest feel warm, like it was about to blow open. Whether it was a good or bad sign, it didn’t matter because there was only one thing he was sure of:

He wanted to see Charles smile again.

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[khuzena]

Hello! If possible can I have hc or a scenario in which Cypher decides to meet his agent crush in completely different clothes that he usually wears n without his mask, in a place outside the headquarters, and his crush doesn’t realize it’s him (because they were just on their free day n not supposed to meet with anyone or smt) until after they have parted ways. Sorry if this is too long and oddly specific 😭😭

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Cypher x g/n!reader

Tw: fluff and no angst, wholesome but confusing

Hehehe back from my hiatus, i know damn well you waited for a long time for this one 😨

You and cypher were on good terms and was always hanging out, he knew your habits and mannerism and so did you vice-versa.

Before cypher decided to visit you without his mask and stuff he was internally shaking because what if someone recognizes and remembers him and everything he planned will fuck up?

Though he got pass those fears and decided to wear dark brown pants and a simple white long-sleeved shirt.

He remembered yesterday when you said you were going to spend your day off at a particular park nearby the city so he prepared everything and also a hidden gun in case things go wrong.

He went to your location through your phone gps which could be considered stalking since you had no idea but as long as no one finds out he's fine.

At the park where you sat with a coffee to your side on the bench, you were scrolling through your phone until a man with brown messy locks and glasses came up to you and sat right next to you.

"Hello? You don't mind if I sit here right?"

You were hesitant to let some stranger get so close to you but he sounded friendly so you answered,

"No it's ok you can sit here... Are you from this city?"

Trying to ease the tension and maybe get to know him better but his breathtaking eyes made you a little shy inside— 'ah! No no no you just met him' you thought.

He slumped backwards, gazing at the crowd before replying, "No actually, it's my first time here"

"Ah... I see, but have you been to the other cities in this country? There's a lot of popular cities compared to this so you must've went to the others already" you say before standing up

"Leaving already?"

You kinda felt bad for leaving him alone here so you decided to just tag him along with you.

Spending the entire day walking around the city, chatting about random topics to atleast find something in common and ranting about things that irritate you both in the meantime was what you both did.

The two of you enjoyed each other's company so much time passed by so quickly, you stare at your wrist watch and it was already 7 pm.

He stares at your physique for a few seconds and it seemed like he was concerned, the two of you are agents but he was sure you were quite tired from not even getting a break and spent the time waltzing around the city, "Are you not hungry yet? We walked for hours straight and it seems like you're tired"

You tried to laugh at it off and act tough and blurted out, "Pfft, I'm not hungry or tired or anythin— *stomach growling*" ...

Cypher didn’t respond but held his sides as though he had a stomachache. His eyes crinkled at the corner and held his laughter and the more you observe him the more you got embarrassed so you both didn't say anything and just went to the nearest restaurant.

Soon after you both finish eating, before he said goodbye you tug his sleeve and ask him something.

You puffed out, "Before you go, can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead dear."

"So uhm— what's your name?"

The man raises his eyebrow but answered, "My name's Amir" his voice husky and his lips formed into a soft smile.

"Oh uhm.. Sorry if I forgot to ask your name earlier-" he quickly cut you off,

"Dont worry, (y/n). I'll see you soon"

You were in shock because he knew your name for some reason but you didn't know his, just before he walked away he slipped a card in your pocket with out a word and waved you good bye.

Opening the note you read the content and heat rushed up to your cheeks, "09XX - Cypher"

It was cypher's number.

It was embarrassing really, you didn't recognize him when the man earlier was very similar to the cypher you knew back at work.

How were you both supposed to face each other next week at work?

Bonus

The moment cypher got home he was screaming onto his pillow because his heart was racing from back then, the way you looked at him and even laughed at his silly jokes made his heart pound aggressively.

He knew he wasn't normally like this, but when it comes to you he gets all flustered; it's the first time in a few years after nora where he felt like this, where he felt comfortable enough to even reveal his true identity to you but for now all he could think of was how he would approach you next week.

Next week, all the agents from their vacation was back to work and everyone was talking about their fun adventures last week but he just sat down at an armchair hoping you'll approach him.

Cypher was checking his equipment and you slowly walked up to him, he stared at your shy expression before you muttered,

"S-so... Do you want to go to the same restaurant later at 9 pm?

"I would love to."

Fuck fuck fuck why did I write this so horribly omg you did not just wait 3 weeks for this disappointing shet im so sorry im lacking motivation 😭

[grelleswife]

Villainous Nobles road trip

Since Vin’s record is quite spotty (he’s accrued a slew of traffic violations while on Watchdog business), Diedrich insists on driving because he doesn’t trust his boyfriend behind the wheel. In exchange, Vincent offers to ride shotgun and read the map, rationalizing that they should do this “the old-fashioned way” to get the proper road-trip experience.

“To get us lost, you mean,” grouses Diedrich.

“Like I said, Dee—the road-trip experience!”

Sure enough, they’re lost within the first twenty minutes. Diedrich upbraids Vincent for becoming so reliant on the GPS system that he’s forgotten how to follow a map. Vincent maintains that he can read it just fine and doesn’t need those silly electronics; Dee’s simply a bad listener. Rachel teases them both but also does her best to smooth the pair’s ruffled feathers. The home-baked goods she packed further help to lighten the mood, although no one besides Undertaker is interested in the group sing-a-long she attempts to start up (Dee winces at the mortician’s loud, off-key caterwauling). Angelina languidly reclines next to her sister while flipping through the medical journals and fashion magazines she brought for reading material, FaceTiming Grelle (her wife’s stuck at work supervising Ronald), and doing her makeup. She accidentally smears lipstick across her face when Dee hits a large pothole that jolts the whole minivan. The doctor spends the next quarter of an hour upbraiding Diedrich for his “bloody careless driving,” even though Vincent was partially responsible for telling him to turn left down the sketchy dirt road. They make a brief stop at a dilapidated gas station to refuel, but inadvertently leave Chlaus behind while he’s perusing the display of kitschy souvenirs. Realizing their mistake a few miles out, the group speeds back to pick him up and discover that he’s bought out half the store (Dee did not anticipate him purchasing that much tourist merch; thus, the minivan is a tad more cramped than before). By this point, they’re completely clueless about where they are and how far away their destination is. Vincent cheerfully insists that they aren’t lost, merely on a leisurely detour. Dee snaps that Vin can go take a leisurely hike the rest of the way if he knows so much. Undertakers interrupts to offer his companions dog-bone biscuits and a thermos of weak, lukewarm tea, both of which are turned down with varying degrees of politeness.

“Ah, well…more for me, then! He he he,” he giggles. As he crunches his way through the biscuits, crumbs spray all over the floor and seats, causing Diedrich’s eyebrow to twitch at the thought of the eventual cleanup. The situation goes from bad to worse when the van hits a sharp rock at just the right angle to puncture one of the tires. Alas, the remainder of Undertaker’s tea is sent flying in the chaos, soaking the upholstery, causing Diedrich to question the purpose of his own existence. Luckily, Rachel learned a thing or two about car mechanics from Grelle (they’re BFFs as well as sisters-in-law), and thus replaces the flat with their spare. Vin and Diedrich both simp over how cool their wife/girlfriend is. Meanwhile, Lau, who has spent the entirety of the trip gaming on his Nintendo DS, neko ear headphones firmly in place, ambles off into the woods without anyone noticing. When he turns up missing during the head-count, a frantic search ensues, culminating in Angelina finding him dozing in the branches of a tree.

“I couldn’t catch a wink of sleep with the way our English Watchdog and German hound were barking at each other,” Lau yawns.

By this point, Diedrich is on the verge of ripping his hair out, and even Rachel pointedly remarks that now would be a good time to admit defeat and turn to the trusty GPS.

“It’s past 4, dear,” she adds in tones laden with sugar-coated wrath.

“Five more minutes, Rachel, and we’ll be back on track!” Vincent chuckles nervously.

Having found a crumpled piece of paper wedged between the seats, Lau and Undertaker begin a game of tic-tac-toe.

At precisely that moment, Vin’s cell phone starts playing “Ride of the Valkyries”—the ringtone for France’s number. Suspecting that her brother would make a muck of this vacation, Frances, who stayed behind to attend to family obligations, used the tracking on his phantomPhone to ascertain that the nobles are 200 miles south of their intended destination.

“What in God’s name are you playing at?!” she roars, voice fading in and out due to poor reception.

“…taking the scenic detour?” he timidly replies.

“Vincent…” Rachel says through gritted teeth.

Examining the other side of the paper currently serving as a battleground for his tic-tac-toe championship, Lau serenely waves it in the air to attract the others’ attention.

“Oh, look,” he purrs. “I think this is the map we were supposed to be following the whole time.”

“VINCENT PHANTOMHIVE!!!” rages Diedrich.

Needless to say, it’s quite some time before the band of rogues attempts another group trip.

[swampstew]

Blind Date Event ~ Kyros X Reader

Thank you to everyone who submitted applications for my Blind Date Matchmaking Event. I hope you enjoy these lovely bedtime stories during this week of overpriced chocolates, flowers and heart shaped things. @imaultrabossbruh ma'am the way I am so fucking jealous of you...whew. Anyways enjoy the best husband and father material in OP (besides Bege ofc)

Mostly fluff, SFW, Kyros X Female reader, first blind date experience. WC: 1.1K. Minors DNI - my content is for mature audiences only

Retired Lieutenant Colonel Kyros stepped out of his car to let you slide in the backseat. He was a striking, tall man with a kind face and gorgeous black locks. You weren’t expecting to be driven by a chauffeur but that was apparently one of the perks from being honorably discharged from the army, according to him.

While the two of you sat in the car comfortably,  Lieutenant Colonel – no he insists you call him Kyros, please – pulls out the neatly folded pamphlet from the matchmaking medium.

“I have to be honest with you, ______. I did not sign up for this matchmaking event. My daughter signed me up. But please, do not take it the wrong way. I am excited to be here, I just have not dated in a very long time and I’m not sure I know how to do it anymore.”

His voice had a foreign accent you couldn’t quite place but it suited him well. Everything about his appearance suited him. The way his suit accentuated all his muscled mass, the way his hair was pulled back and not trying to hide the scar on his face, everything about the way he presented himself was confident and impressive to say the least.

So, it shocked you to hear how…insecure he sounded.

He held his hands up in surrender, “Wait I do not think that came out right. Argh, I’m sorry I think I am already, how do you say, blowing it up.”

You giggle, cautiously reaching a hand to his arm. He tensed a little.

“Its ok Kyros. I haven’t been on a date in a while either.”

He looked you over, analyzing your face. He let a smile form on his face and his body relaxed. “My daughter would say I am a hot mess right now.”

That made you laugh and he took the opportunity to quickly glance at pamphlet, the car finally humming to life as the driver plugged in the GPS coordinates. Kyros blushed, eyes narrowing as he read over the ice breaker topics. You noticed some sweat droplets forming on his temple.

“Tell me about yourself Kyros. You’re retired from the army with impressive honors and you have a daughter old enough to sign you up for blind dating. But what makes you Kyros the man?”

“______, that’s…” he sighed, “That’s a bit of a long story.”

It was but you hung on to his every word. His unfortunate and rough background, his criminal record, how he turned himself around and joined the army, finding and losing his first love, and the life of a single dad. By the time he finished speaking, the car had pulled up to the restaurant.

“Ah, I’m sorry I spent all that time talking about me,” he nervously massaged his neck.

“The date technically hasn’t started so don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you,” you smile warmly.

Kyros felt relieved by that. Truth was, he did see his daughter sign him up for the blind date but he became so flustered at the gesture that he pretended he never noticed. So far you hadn’t been turned off by his anxiety, his disability nor the fact that he had a teenage daughter. He felt like those would surely be deal breakers for most people; not you it seems and that gave him a spark of hope.

Being the gentleman he is, he held the door open for you and pulled out your seat for you. You were not used to someone being this well-mannered. Could your era of dating fuck boys finally be at an end?!

Drinks and food were shared between you as your night continued. You told him more about yourself: your crazy work schedule from the job you were very passionate about, your family, your hobbies, what you were looking for in a relationship.

Kyros drank his mimosa and listened politely to you. He appreciated how lively you were talking about your passions and your family. Kyros valued family above all else. He appreciated that your principles lined up and he was pretty certain you were feeling the same way. But he had to know…

“_____, I know we’ve briefly talked about my daughter and I don’t want to keep bringing her up while we enjoy our night getting to know each other. I find that I am quite enjoying your company. A lot. And I just need to know now that you do not have any reservations about it. My daughter is my life and one of my deal breakers is someone who could not accept Rebecca because she is a reminder of my last marriage. So please, tell me now before I start to fall for you – will that be an issue for you?” his gaze was firm, analytic.

You had to suppress any noises for fear of giving the wrong impression.

“Of course not, Kyros. If it was, I would have stepped out of the car the second you said you didn’t sign up for the event.”

Kyros eyes nearly bugged out of his face. He forgot he did mention it while the car was still parked in front of your home. You had the free pass to exit right then and there and you did not take it.

“Right,” his face relaxed. “Good to know.”

And that was the last wave of tension that rolled off his shoulders. The rest of your night was full of excitement and fun. Kyros didn’t let completely loose, still maintaining his decorum as a highly decorated officer of course. That did not however, stop him from borderline hogging the karaoke machine.

There was no line or official sign-up sheet, so Kyros took that as permission to sing his heart out. Finding covers by artists you mentioned you enjoyed, you were extremely pleased to hear that Kyros was a PHENOMENAL singer. Like he could go on The Voice and probably win he was that good.

You cheered him on and that inspired him to serenade with the final song of the evening. It was the best rendition of Santana’s Smooth you’d ever heard in your life. That was the moment you felt something blossom in your chest, flush reaching your cheeks and ears, clapping with the audience who stood to applause him.

Kyros paid the bill and walked you out with his arm holding yours. As he opened the car door he looked at you with a charismatic smile, one that nearly made you swoon.

“If you would allow me, I would like to take you on another date. Perhaps to the local national park trail and enjoy a picnic?”

You hoped the smile on your face could match even a fraction of your delight. “I would love a second date.” The happiness in his smile reflected the shine in his eyes as he reached down and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“I am glad we were matched tonight, ______.”

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 105

Chapter 105: “Illusion”

All that time playing around in the tunnels are paying off as Chris leads the way out for everyone with no trouble at all for now. I’m so proud and happy he’s getting some focus this chapter, even though the added attention soon takes a turn for the worse..

It’s nice to see both Yuugo & Ray just talk to one another in a civilized manner. They tossed threats and anger at each other at the start until the battle at GP happened, then got on better terms afterwards but we didn’t get to see much of their evolved relationship since Ray was usually away from the shelter with Emma & the rest of the search group. It’s a shame because they really are so similar with their backstories and do end up getting along rather well. Also would’ve loved to just see Yuugo act like a father to Ray more. He needs a decent parent in his life.

Oohh these boys are about to regret offering a helping hand. And I’m not gonna blame Ray for taking Emma’s attention off Chris either because I’m sure he had some crucial info/idea pertaining to the situation to share but aahh, the next couple pages are all so highly unfortunate.

You know, for a series where death is a common threat, we really haven’t seen it too much when it involved our main cast, at least to the point where it really makes a serious impact. Aside from the endless amount of children we didn’t even know that well from the farms, there was Conny who we barely spent any time with, Krone was essentially another villain, and then there were a couple loses during Emma’s first GP hunt whom we also didn’t know for that long, but these next few chapters are really gonna make it hurt for us and them.

You bastard. You absolute fucking bitch. You literal piece of trash that I wish to burn in a fire for all eternity. I am so damn glad season two cut you out completely because I’ll never forgive you for all the pain you caused my tiny son and his family. AAAHH.

Still unbelievable that Chris manages to ultimately survive this too. Granted he’s in a coma way up until year or so after everyone arrives in the human world, but still, this is a shot to the head (I just read one of the upcoming chs where it’s mentioned the bullet just grazed him but then cmon, how would that knock him into a coma then? ah whatever). Thankful he lives but also so incredibly upset this adorable child has to suffer like this! Being a favorite of mine is a curse.

Though Ray is worried about Chris, he still chooses to be on guard in case the bastard up above tries to attack once more and I thank him for it. Best boy protecting everyone as usual.

A rare occasion where Emma’s truthful and heartfelt talk-no-jutsu backfires.

Shut up shut up shut up. I wish to hold this bastard’s neck very firmly for a long period of time so he stops sprouting nonsense from that dumb mouth of his.

Favorite panel/moment:

It’s hard to choose when a chapter fills me with such anger.. but yeah, cute Chris.

[sdyd]

𝑀. sentence starters ... various sentence starters from my own writing. change tense / pronouns as necessary.

I have had many, many years to reflect upon that.

I thought the same, once.

with high hopes and lofty ambition comes the potential for great disappointment.

I do not intend to be humorous.

there is no concrete answer in hypothesis. that is what experimentation is for.

that is a peculiar question ...

it's more miserable, honestly.

I'm on Zoloft.

sorry. but hey ! he's dead.

meet me back here in, say, 24 hours ?

do you have a plane by any chance ?

If the gods tell you to do something, you do it.

what ? no, I'm perfectly sane.

ya ever get the urge t'just beat the $&!# outta your dad ?

life is so unfair, is it not ?

I miss my wife ...

$75 on the strange creature of indeterminate gender.

yeah, if you had a brain.

I do got a brain ! Everyone's got one !

you'd be surprised of what you're capable of when you're being chased by cops. or superheroes.

it ain't a crime if they're rich.

sounds like my college graduation party.

that was a big monologue where a simple "I hate you" would suffice.

I don't speak French.

if the tens of thousands of kilometers of blood vessels that make up your body burn with hate for me, it is not equal to even a tenth of the loathing I have felt for you since the moment you were born.

oh man I sooooo did not sign up for your family drama.

maybe I'm just trying to convince myself more than you.

what I'm trying to say is that — instead of beating yourself up for all the bad things that happened, maybe you should focus on the fact it all happened because you wanted to do something good.

dead moms are great motivators for crazy shit.

what was the end goal of it all ?

I have spent hours pouring over my work, trying to understand the mind of the person who wrote it.

why did you do in the first place?

heed my advice then, and go for it.

ah ! you are shy, worry not, I understand.

to lovers everywhere !

don't take it took hard, she's disappointed in me too.

I love her. I miss her.

I think you're just insane.

I chose you out of millions of others, and this is how you express your gratitude ?

I'm not the best at comforting, but feel free to let it out.

you do not get to die and come back as you were.

dreams are only nice while they last, I suppose.

I require your assistance in an utmost important matter.

psychology is rather fascinating, is it not ? I had long thought it a soft science, but the mind is rather intriguing.

as an expert in these matters, I most certainly see the sparks of mutual romance.

that was the glance of a woman in love !

I was being facetious.

I should have been a comedian, I know.

keep his name out of your wretched mouth!

my dear lady, it sounds like a fairytale !

I am a lesbian with a quest and I have succeeded in it.

I do not forgive you.

I am a rather forgiving person when it is I myself that is scorned. some may say it is a flaw.

ah, I did run into the woods in despair ! but alas, I did return, to this world of horror.

I did attempt to call force an exorcism, but my cries went unheard.

shut up ! you know nothing of me !

I have known you since you were four ! I know everything about you ! like for example, that you never grew out of watching --

remember when you used to drag us all up to the mountains to watch storms ?

that was terrible of me, utterly terrible. it is unforgiveable.

I should have done better by you.

I think the GPS is busted ...

dude ! you crashed into me ! and it gave you a boner ?!

I don't give a fuck about your dick.

why was [ name ] in the trunk ?

wow, you're a huge dick, aren't you ?

[somewhereinthepines]

How do you think Kaylee and Caleb think about Ryan and Chris? In ASB, Kaylee was trying to subtly push them together a bit, so I got to wondering how they view Ryan liking Chris and their dad liking Ryan. This sent me down a mini rabbit hole of thoughts that somehow led me to thinking, "Does Chris have something like a knot like in popular werewolf fiction?" I honestly can't remember how I got to wondering about that, and idk how it'd even work either, lmao.

Then, from that thought, I naturally jumped to the next randomised one, which was wondering about how Chris spent the year when Ryan wasn't there? The tapes he has of Ryan wandering around and staring into space got me thinking that maybe he'd watch those sometimes? They have eachothers phone number, too, so they call like they did a bit in ASB. It was just interesting to think about in the context of GP because the nature of their relationship is different. Chris has his obsession, and Ryan atm isn't quite on the same level rn, but he's still pretty fixated on Chris. With these things in mind, I just wondered how it might change how Chris feels/reacts to Ryan's absence during the off-season of camp.

Then, finally, I thought, "What if Ryan stayed with Chris during the off-season?" Idk what the circumstances would be, but Ryan just doesn't go home or doesn't live with his family anymore? I was thinking about what they'd do, obviously with Chris's parents around, he can't bring Ryan to the house. So they'd be at the lodge, or at least Ryan would be. It leaves a lot of room for potential domestic fluff or smut. Without the campers and counsellors around, Ryan would truly be in the wolfs den. I'd imagine Kaylee and Caleb might visit more without the noisy campers and nosy counsellors there.

i’d say, that they prob don’t think about it too deeply. like, ryan’s crush is pretty clear to everyone, who bothers to inspect his and chris’s relationships for more, than 2 minutes. but while kyalee thinks, that it’s fun and might be good for chris, i feel like caleb sort of avoids the topic. and not bc the hates the idea of it, more so, bc it’s very awkward lol. i mean, he’s the older out of the 3. he views ryan on the same level as kyalee, like as someone, who’s clearly younger than him. and his sister has a habit of having new, non-serious crushes pretty often. so he might assume, that ryan is the same in that regard. like that he’s confused or smth. and then, chris is his dad, who he considers to be good-natured, but a bit lame. not to mention, that ryan is around the same age category as them, and learning that your father is a ‘dirty old man’ surely doesn’t help, haha. so yeah, caleb would try to not dig too deeply into it. and nope, chris doesn’t have it, haha. i mean, in human form surely not. in werewolf one, he prob does, haha. but i struggle to imagine ryan surviving such an encounter tbh. 

ah, that’s a good question. i imagine, that chris has a lot to do around the campground, even when no one is around. then, he and the rest of the hacketts prob try to track down silas and all that business as well. but i feel like, chris doesn’t really believe, that they would ever find him. one would imagine, that it’ll be travis, who low-key gave up on everything, when in fact, trying to kill silas is in part of what keeps him going. compared to this, chris has a more cynical view on it. at least, in my fanon, haha. i guess, i always picture him as a guy, who really wants to help others, but considers himself to be beyond help. or maybe, not even worthy of it. i mean, i feel like while fandom adores fawning over travis’s situation, no one ever considers why chris had to be the one, who runs the camp. i don’t think, that it was a gift from his parents. i actually, assume that he was ‘trusted’ (read conditioned) into that position, bc travis was always a scapegoat of the fam, but in a way, he was ‘let go’. he could do whatever, bc no one cared all that much, which is still pretty bad, don’t get me wrong. but with this in mind, and added fact, that bobby is clearly the favorite child, it would mean that chris was automatically put into position, where literally no one, but him could ‘inherit’ the hackett’s quarry. and where he had to be the one to have a family, and be ‘the ideal man’ or whatever. all eyes were on him, bc there were things expected from him. nothing was expected from bobby. and in a way, from travis as well, but for different reasons clearly. with this being said, i don’t think that chris had it ‘worse’ than travis or smth, it’s just that he had to suffer through different sorts of parental pressure and most likely abuse too. travis has a stockholm syndrome toward his family, and chris was basically conditioned into filling the role, that no one else could. sorry, tangled up, haha. 

but like with all this in consideration, it’s fairly easy to imagine why he would get so obsessed with ryan. and yeah, he for sure would rewatch the tapes, and enjoy phone talks, that they have. he never had anything like this before. a thing to truly look forward to. his kids are adults, so in all fairness, they no longer need him like they used to, and i feel like chris gets very aimless, when there is nothing for him to do, no one to care for, bc he has no idea how to live for himself at all. and yeah, in GP ryan’s and chris’s levels of obsession are a bit different. i suppose, partly bc chris’s mental state is also worse, than it was in ASB. he tries his best still, but cracks are starting to show more and more often. as for how he feels, when ryan is not around for months, i think that it’s a tricky question. chris is party terrified of himself and what he can do, so rational part of him says, that it’s good that ryan is far away from him, and that it might be better if he never comes back. but then, he also always longs for him to be back all the same. need vs care. obsession vs common sense. chris is very morale dualed, haha. esp when it comes to ryan. but i feel like, he’s prob one of the rare kinds of characters, who can overpower his own selfishness more often, than not. like, if i had to put all my supermassives otps into situation, where they had a choice to basically keep their ‘better half’ with them or have a chance to let them go with hope, that they can do better, that it would essentially be better for them, only chris and andrew would be capable of smth like lmao. everyone else, ryan included, would have the ugliest tantrum imaginable. even john with a similar level of self-hatred as chris, wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from being terribly selfish and keep andrew, no matter what it would have taken. this is partly why chris was okay with ryan killing him in WCA. he just assumed, well, it would be better for ryan. kinda a dick move tho. like ryan killed people for him, and he then, asks him to shot him lmao. 

and oh, funny enough, i had un-used plot, where ryan gets kicked out of the house by his mother. idk, where his grandparents are. maybe, they don’t exist in that au or they’re not close. so as result, ryan literally has nowhere to go. he asks kyalee and caleb, if they can hook him up with some temporary place, until he finds a job and will get out of their hair. but naturally, they call him an idiot and say, that he can just stay on the campground during that time, chris won’t mind. i imagine, that ryan would ask them to not tell chris why he’s here, make up some story. it also leaves a lot places for humor, bc ryan is city kid, he doesn’t know much about life in the country. but chris be there to teach him. so yeah, they would spent a lot of time together. just two of them. kyalee and caleb would also indeed have a chance to hang out with ryan more often, show him around and such. for a while everything will be alright with the world. which is smth that i really about the quarry tbh. their set-up is so deceptively cozy.

[blorbodiaz]

the hackers aren’t gone (and what we know about them)

so for a while we’ve all been thinking that the ransomware hackers from season 5 left a little…underwhelmingly. its possible they aren’t done with us just yet. so i thought i’d put all we know about the hackers into one post.

1. starting off a lot further back than you’d expect, in 2x14. when the CAD system went offline, the FBI was sent to the dispatch centre to see if they had been hacked. they weren’t, but during this time the analysts gave us some very interesting backstory information:

“In 2016 a single web address went viral on twitter. people clicked on it and their phones started speed dialling 911. The attack in Atlanta last year was traced back to Russian hackers, The city spent more than $2.6 million trying to unlock their systems, rather than pay the ransom demand of $50,000 in bitcoin.”

2. Now, moving onto the blackout. In 5x01, the first things that started happening in terms of hacking was fake natural disaster alerts, phones automatically speed dialling 911, and cars gps trackers malfunctioning.

where have we heard that middle issue before? ah yes, the hack from 2016.

then both taylor and karen come to the realisation that it was not app updates and software glitches, but ransomware.

3. still in 5x01, when the air traffic control systems get overtaken, this is what happens

now its not bitcoin, but its close enough to what was described in point 1 to wonder if its the same hacker collective.

4. and finally, in 5x03, the hackers just kinda…disappear. they give back the power with none of their demands met, and just leave. in taylor’s news coverage of this, she says (there’s talking over this, so i tried to transcript it best i could):

“the hacker group initially claiming responsibility and demanding a hefty ransom has gone offline, virtually scrubbing their existence from the internet, leaving no trace behind. many questions remain, what was the motive behind this attack?”

in the end, i think there’s enough roots that have been put down quite early on in the show for them to do something big with the hackers. and i mean really big. maybe this is what season 6 has in store for us, maybe not. i hope so, because this would be kinda cool. but i guess we’ll find out…

[cielsosinfel]

cataloguing some twitter + bluesky threads about fc4/pajay thoughts (currently taking a break from revisiting it because of BG3 worming into my brain) (laugh track)

2:50 PM · Sep 18, 2023

something I've been stuck thinking about as I read all this FC4 fic from my time in the fandom a decade ago, and newer stuff written in the years since… very few people actually have Ajay go to Pagan's side over the Golden Path because of his mother

Like, outside of the secret ending. Stories mostly have him going over to Pagan because horny or because "damn the Golden Path is full of lunatics" (which bugs me for another reason lol the like. flanderization? of Amita and Sabal to the point it just reads like character-bashing

But anyway it's just like. I keep thinking about it. Ajay only goes to Kyra because his mother wanted her ashes laid to rest there. He has no idea what her relationship to the country's politics was. He has no idea who his father is at all. He just wants to be a dutiful son

And grieve, and do this for himself as much as for her. When he gets with the Golden Path, he keeps hearing Mohan Ghale, Mohan Ghale, Son of Mohan- why should this name meaning anything to him? His father was in his life for what, less than a year, he has 0 memory of him

So few people acknowledge Ishwari as a person. She's "Mohan's wife," "Mohan's child bride," I can't remember exactly but I'm pretty sure she's also mentioned disdainfully for "betraying" the GP because of everything with Pagan… no acknowledgment of her role in founding the GP

Everyone placing all of these expectations on Ajay's shoulders because he shares a name and blood with a man who may as well not exist in his life, and no one sparing a single kind word for the mother who he loved for 20+ years and lost just a few months ago

EXCEPT Pagan

When he has, on one side, Sabal who projects his ghost of a father all over Ajay while pushing him to go murder people for him, and Amita on the other who starts out hating him because of that same ghost of his father while pushing him to go… murder more people!

does it not make sense he'd get tired and upset and start considering reaching back out to the one single person in what feels like the whole country who knew Ishwari's name without Ajay even speaking it, and knew exactly where Ajay needed to go to lay her to rest

this is my tl;dr thoughts i've had all weekend

idk where i'm going with this and no one on here has even played this game good bye

if he even cared about the ethics at all, because this is a Far Cry game, ethics are kind of wishy-washy across the board

honestly i'm definitely putting more thought into ajay's emotional interiority and reactions than the game writers did

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Sep 19, 2023 at 6:39 AM

& yknow, I think there's something to be said of the fact Pagan is the only person who never asks Ajay to kill someone for him. Unless you count the moment at the end where he suggests Ajay kill him even though it'd be Boring (and I do think he was full aware Ajay might actually go through with it.)

also think it says something he spent 20+ ys avoiding assassination attempts, only to sit there literally defenseless, waiting for the last remainder of a weird broken family he almost had to shoot him. After 20+ yrs of grief warping him. I'm turning this over in my head now

Sep 21, 2023 at 6:29 PM

another FC4 thing: I thought Pagan was the only non-Kyrati-native character that pronounced Ajay's name as "AH-jay" but apparently… Paul does too………? The choice to have Paul of all characters pronounce it AH-jay, but then Noore pronounces it A-J.. I wanna know how they decided these things

Sep 21, 2023 at 6:07 PM

Will I get suspended here for talking about how horny I am for Dadson, pseudo or not, and how insane FC4 in specific is making me right now

Pagan is SOOOO ATTACHED to ajay's simultaneous benefit (never at risk of Pagan's Actual wrath) and detriment (pagan being an overbearing creep forever)

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Bittersweet Being Back | #62 | October 2022

In real-time, Tsagaan Sar 2023 has just passed, and today, March 6, 2O23, marks the third anniversary of the day I crossed the world from Mongolia back to America when COVID-I9 broke out. But in blog time, I’m still working through recounting my first 2O22 days back in Mongolia! Oh, they were wonderful. I’ll surely have to abridge later editions to catch this blog up to the present. In the meantime, though, let’s head back to those first days back in Mongolia, sequestering at the Holiday Inn in UB. 

Continuing with my recent blog trend, I’m for the most part sharing transcriptions from my journal entries, followed by commentaries over them. Each morning featured Mongolian language lessons, hence my journal entries’ timestamps almost coming only after noon.

The afternoon after I learned where I would be serving, I met two of my new coworkers. For there was a panel session with my would-be counterparts. After this, our program manager introduced those presenters in front of our room to me. I later penned, “[4 p.m.] Wow, really feels like Final Center Days now, getting to meet two of my CPs. Нямка /Nyamka/ and Батбилэг /Batbileg/, of the UB Metropolitan Education Department. Hehe, [a technical trainer] commented I’m handsome. Oh, really am back in Asia… I’m sure Mom’s smiling from up above at me. Education, wow!”

I felt a little bashful about my CPs' compliment on my appearance, too. But I had advised the Trainees to expect comments like these. Getting to meet with my counterparts during the tea break after, I realized with relief that my Mongolian language skills would still come in handy, too. We got a lovely photo together. What an amazing start to my new Peace Corps assignment!

Here’s what else happened, that eventful day after I learned where I would be serving now:

Salt in the Wound: Week 2 Begins! 

Kicking off my second week back in Mongolia, I journaled that morning, “[7:45 a.m.] Meeting two of my counterparts today! Last night felt as though it restored the narrative of my Peace Corps Mongolia arc. Even seeing Adam in NYC can bond back to the present moment. As for this morning, spent the past half hour trying on different American shirt colors and my ties till I found the right result of bold and professional. [...] From the university to the city. Political fishbowl. Don’t get overwhelmed.” 

I wrote reflecting on how earlier that month I had reunited in New York City with Adam of my M30 Peace Corps cohort, with whom I’d originally spent my first week in Mongolia as Trainees together. I’d also settled on wearing a color scheme that I felt said, “America” but not too loudly. Finally, I reflected on how my new assignment to a government office would mean I’m to be in quite the new public service environment. 

By the first day of Week 2, I had also tired of hearing the somewhat endearing refrain from presenters about my past life. I’d journaled Wednesday, “[10:45 a.m.] [...] I felt reminded that I used to live in Эрдэнэт /Erdenet/. Ah, kind of feels like salt in the woundy, but more like dark comedic. Инээдтэй! /Ineedtei/! (Funny!)” Truly, it felt like a single internal tear falling, knowing I would not return to that community from which I evacuated as one of its Peace Corps Volunteers. I’d journaled on Tuesday too, “[1 p.m.] Emergency Action Plan session, Eric and I relate our EAP evacuation experience.” 

With a more positive note on reminders of my life before evacuation, I penned, “At the same time, today I unlocked my IST/PDM [In-Service Training/Project Design & Management] and after language notes. I felt amused to see that words about which Eric and I asked Sumiya багш /bagsh/ (instructor) [...] this week and last have been words I was still learning in 2O2O before evac. May I definitely restore intermediate low before long! [Magnai mentions in site contact form how our phones can show GPS, which reminds me of Erdenet when coming to site.]” 

I did ultimately make peace that day with the candid discussions of evacuation as well as the certainty that I would not return again to my former assignment at least within the next three months. “[4:15 p.m.] Darcy, Eric and I had discussed before the EAP how Eric’s and my decision to return after all these years is an especially good example to would-be CPs of our commitment to Mongolia. [...] ‘Daniel is from Erdenet’ comments remind me of my Vegas versus Bedford, Ind. Номгон /Nomgon/ is my Bedford, Орхон /Orkhon/ my Nevada.”

An Old Pal, Online

The next night, Wednesday, I reunited virtually with an old friend from the back half of my service to Erdenet. I’d first met him, Adonis, the day I was heading from my Host Country Agency (the National University of Mongolia, Erdenet School) to the IST/PDM conference put on by Peace Corps staff. We’d then gotten to spend some days getting to hang out some more the remaining months I had in Mongolia. 

I journaled that night, “[8:15 p.m.] Adonis’ class is going on over Zoom, so I’m online! Recounted how I was at МУИС, ЭС /MUIS, ES/ and how I’m in УБ /UB/ now. Hehe, Adonis mentioned I sometimes take a few days to reply. He mentioned I spoke better last time too, but still мундаг /mundag/ (awesome) in what I did say.” 

I later added, “[10:15 p.m.] I’ve really gotta stop staying up so late. Adonis’ lesson was very fun, though. Tomorrow cluster sites get announced. Friday, huge theatre performance and move-out. So in that sense, tomorrow is our last ‘normal’ Holiday Inn day. <Glad on the Zoya, Bailey, Kat adventure to Дүнжингарав /Dunjingarav/ that I could help ask about items. Jackets warm go for $100 or so, but if I need, I better get! Not quite back to my Erdenet language level, yet goal is to reach pre-Erdenet proficiency.”

Cluster Sites Announced: Thursday

My journal entries from Thursday were mostly identity observations from throughout the day. I also enjoyed conversations with my fellow M30 Eric and one of our American directors Grover. We got some good perspectives from our manager. Later that afternoon I reflected some more on how my communities had changed over the pandemic years. 

“[3 p.m.] Cluster sites were announced, so Eric and I began with Group A, then I visited Group B. [Group A is doing identity map presentations again, as I write.] I went back through my IST/PDM technical session notes and took a better look at my notes on foreign service. Grover, Eric and I spoke about foreign service with Grover, as he too had a meaningful experience in huge media as a PCV. Eric and I have been in national Mongolian media, apparently. I wrote to Enkh to ask about it. Sounds like there are many development roles connected worldwide. Fascinating.”

“[...] My IST and PST notes from 2OI9 remind me that Peace Corps Mongolia used to be a much larger team of staff. Still, as Grover mentioned today, folks remain in our PCM orbit.”

“[4:15 p.m.] Relieved to know that PCM most definitely has my and Eric’s backs in terms of PCM super involvement. Our roles will get to have a ‘senior cohort’ feel as well as the ‘grandparent’ vibe when M32s arrive right after IST/PDM. In fact, perhaps the Peace Corps Mongolia M32 Facebook group would likely have opened beforehand. Eric and I are to be definite stars in this story.” 

To Be Seen

“[4:30 p.m.] ‘Danger of a Single Story’ reflection–A ‘single story’ about me, perhaps as a generalization of being Catholic or being Asian with the family name ‘Lang.’ Suppose it made me upset for a moment, but then it gave me the opportunity to intervene with a more accurate story. As for whether I’ve told a single story, perhaps more likely I’ve written off folks as ‘mean/unfriendly’ people. But then I’ve learned to spend more time w/ such folks, as St. Thérèse of Lisieux would do, so that I can get to know, appreciate.” 

By around 5 p.m. from that session, I recalled too a session I experienced during the In-Service Training Conference 2OI9, in which we PCVs reflected on our social support networks in-country. This brought to mind those with whom I’d chatted lately, including fellow M3Os Alex, Drew, Adam, Rebecca and Ayla, among others from my PST and service, too. “Allyship. Support,” I noted. 

By the night’s end, I simply summarized many items. These included, “[10:45 p.m.] Somatoform Conversion Disorder kicked in tonight during “Coup!’ I won by sticking to moral behavior and John rewarding that by killing Sarah (#GirlBoss) in the end,” followed by, “Bailey made Dylan’s arrival poster,” and, “Kat, Noa, Charlie, Chris T. also did battle after their Exploding Kittens and Chris Wizda’s glue.” 

I added as well, “TM Ariuna and Grover so kind today.” I even noted some fun from Pokémon GO, with, “PoGO and Kat from yesterday’s discovery to today’s trading. Gave her a Ponyta (she wanted) plus a couple Eevee.” Finally, I was, “Packed for tomorrow. Spotify piano~ Concert!” 

Final Full Day, Friday

“[7:45 a.m.] Remembered this last full day’s morning in Holiday Inn Ulaanbaatar the final main morn in Nye Hall with NBS 2O22. Throwback: Monday night with our Program Managers–Region A turns to B, he says it. At first I’m like, OK, education, but then woah! As the days progress more info. PM met with my supervisor.”

Friday at lunch, my peers and I enjoyed our last large meal. One mentioned having read my blog post from October 2OI9, which felt nice. Our last M3I, Dylan,  arrived. I greet him after chatting with our penultimate M3I, Jordan. 

Friday afternoon, M3O Эрик /Eric/ and I chatted about the feeling of heading to site. We discussed how it felt like we “skipped a grade,” given that we evacuated during what would be like our sophomore year of Peace Corps experiences and returning as seniors. I have felt glad to have a peer ally through these experiences. 

During an intercultural session, I recounted to the M3I Trainees Mongolian experiences from both that weekend in UB of vague event invitations as well as stories from when I was in Erdenet. I feel grateful to see a teaching opportunity. I feel valued. 

Later that Friday afternoon, I formally announced to my former counterparts that I was assigned to serve at the Нийслэлийн боловсролын газар (Metropolitan Education Department) in Ulaanbaatar. (Amusingly, its Нийслэлийн is often translated by many as Municipal.) I saw a few ❤️ heart reactions to my message. This helped me to feel a tad more relieved about the ‘extended farewell’ I have experienced away from my first site of Peace Corps service. 

I later journaled at 7 p.m., “Warm wishes after Holiday Inn last supper. Kind, kind hotel staff. Got a sewing kit today. [M3Is] Bailey, Christine, Chris tall, Charlie, chat about bullying and its benefits.” Curiously, bullying would come up three months later on a school visit. 

National Theatre

My second week back in Mongolia ended with a grand finale. I, my fellow evacuated Returned Peace Corps Volunteer, and 17 of the Trainees headed to the Үндэсний урлагийн их театр (Mongolian Grand Theatre of the National Arts) for a performance of “Монгол Угсаатан Мину.” The show showcased numerous ethnicities through costume, dance and music. It was very well done. 

“Daniel speaks Mongolian,” our Trainee Chris, who led our group, explained. I felt flattered, really. Part of me still felt like an impostor, having written for years amid the pandemic that I know Mongolian, yet doubting whether I did. 

At the theatre, I wanted us to take a group photo by a lovely backdrop. Our group asked me to have someone take our photo. I did my best to politely ask, saying, "Уучлаарай, бидэнд зураг авж болох уу?" I wasn’t not sure my grammar was right since the sentence felt unfamiliar. Still, the recipient of my question began to ask around for someone who knew how to work Chris's phone camera. 

Eventually our Trainees suggested I ask a man from a group to the side. He wore a pin, suit and tie. So I asked him. He agreed. He said, "Харъя," afterward, which felt very polite since he was asking that we take a look before we go. 

The show reminded me of other performances I had seen that year. I journaled, “[7 p.m.] Russian/Soviet theatre outside the Ulaanbaatar sign! A group of 19 of us. Lovely orchestral music. Reminds me of the Lunar New Year 2O22 in Vegas, Music Man’s theatre, NYC. [...] Overall fun day.” I remained in the lovely theatre till the intermission, when I got up exploring. 

Silhouettes of What Was

As I wandered the theatre during the intermission, I saw someone that just about melted my heart. A young woman cried out "Багш аа!" and embraced whom I assumed was her teacher. I recalled Teachers' Day and my own students, how lovingly kind they were. This left me with a somewhat lonesome, hollow feeling, recalling again how those students I loved are from a past to which I cannot return. Teachers’ Day had already passed this year, anyway. 

I penned upstairs during the intermission, “[8:15 p.m.] What a welcome home to Mongolia! Two and a half years… All those years gone… to have peer to pre-, the four provinces, what felt like Qing Mongolian choral or classical, морин хуур /morin khuur/, throat singing. The little dances and the large. [...] Oh, my breathing quickens up here in the hot loft. What a capital. I will aid the education of their children.” I remembered too the performances I saw in Erdenet at my university's student talent show. 

I heard from the Peace Corps Trainees when I returned from the intermission that apparently the man I asked to take our photo was an important person. I felt amazed! The others reassured me that if anyone was to make a good impression, it would be me. 

After the Intermission

Then the show continued. I felt chills as a woman performed the tradition of stepping out of the гэр /ger/ to offer milk to the heavens by flicking it forth with the ladle. As much as I loved the throat singing and морин хуур /morin huur/, something as specific as that reminded me how I really am in Mongolia again. 

The costumes reminded me too of the time in Erdenet when my counterpart and I took our business freshmen students to see the province's museum. On that trip, I saw many traditional costumes and tools that I witnessed come to life on stage. 

Pretty tired by the end, I simply summarized, “[10 p.m.] Lasers on phones, huge Chinggis Khaan. Bless the sky from the гэр /ger/, chills! Гоё юм аа /Goe iomaa/. Ямар оё юм бэ /Yamar goe yum be/. The pin man who took our photo spoke on stage, credits, woah!” 

Then our clump of Peace Corps people returned downstairs to the coat check for our belongings. On that walk back, I reminisced about the M3O Swear-In Ceremony, how the health volunteers like Eric, who were part of the Баруунхараа cluster site, performed a traditional dance too. (Eric prefers I don’t bring this up, though, hehe.)

Return to Base

We returned to the Holiday Inn Ulaanbaatar a little after 10 p.m. Our training manager sat by the entrance smiling as the 19 of us re-entered. It was a good night. 

I felt awfully tired but still wanted to write some for this blog post before I retired to sleep. I wound up writing a bit past midnight before accepting I really needed sleep. The next morning would be my farewell to the Trainees and the move with my new counterparts to the 'permanent' apartment of at least my next 11 months. 

Onward to My New Site

Thus concludes my final night of the roughly 1O days of intensive reeducation I received when I first returned to Mongolia, after having been out of the country for two and a half years. I felt relieved to have been able to rapidly recall many things. Still, the experience felt bittersweet—I had returned not to where I came from but to somewhere new. Yet I felt hopeful about my future. Of what little did I know, I hoped what would come next would amaze me! 

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