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[thevelaryons]

Prince Jacaerys x Baela don’t call my attention as much as other pairings for them. Baela’s personality is totally unique and takes a blow from not being allowed to be more than a wife for him. I want to know your thoughts on Baela’s best ship and Jacaerys’s best ships. I don’t see that love being shown as strongly as the other examples we have for couples. I haven’t finished F&B yet but I do know how this ends.

I think it depends on which canon you are looking at for Baela. In the show version, Baela is the love interest and in the book version, Baela is a character who has love interests.

Showverse Jacaela made the dynamic a lot more equal than it was in the book. Baela is treated as Jace’s partner in everything. They are meant to be perceived as a romance. Though it does come at the expense of Baela’s own personality. She’s not the rough, flirtatious tomboy of Fire & Blood but more of a softspoken lady always ready to support Jace (just as he is there to support her). Though the writers clearly favour building up Jace more, hence scenes of Baela expressing her frustrations about her father are used to prop up Jace’s characterization and his own daddy issues. I’d say majority of show!Jacaela scenes are about Jace wanting to prove himself/Jace’s troubles about bastards/Jace’s position as heir, with Baela always being the love interest at his side.

Bookverse Jacaela is quite different. In fact, Jacaela didn’t even really exist as a ship until HOTD because the dynamic comes off less romantic in the book. If it’s a romance, then it’s a rather lacklustre one:

Lady Rhaena’s twin, Baela, remained on Dragonstone. Long betrothed to Prince Jacaerys, she refused to leave him, insisting that she would fight beside him on her own dragon…though Moondancer was too small to bear her weight. Though Baela also announced her intent to marry Jace at once, no wedding was ever held. Munkun says the prince did not wish to wed until the war was over, whilst Mushroom claims Jacaerys was already married to Sara Snow, the mysterious bastard girl from Winterfell.

Once Jace returned from the North, and took up control of the castle as Prince of Dragonstone, Baela expressed her wish to marry him. I’ve said before that I see this as Baela asserting herself as Jace’s consort and future queen (as Daemon’s mini me, she is acting as her father would to assert himself in the family through marriage). But the fact that Jace didn’t fulfill Baela’s wish speaks volumes. Even Jaehaerys married Alysanne when she asked it of him. They had a private ceremony then in the future they had a grander one when they made their relationship public (they also waited years to consummate until they were ready). Jace’s own brother, Aegon, doesn’t consummate his marriage with Daenaera until many years later. So Jace could’ve married Baela and then in the future once the war is over, they would have a larger wedding + consummation. There being no wedding at all seems like a significant detail, otherwise GRRM wouldn’t have bothered including that in the text.

I do think that the cheating rumours are likely false since it doesn’t really fit Jace’s character. Also, at that point in the story, Jace was trying to appease Corlys. He had to name Corlys as Hand, but a more certain way to retain Corlys’ loyalty would’ve been to marry his granddaughter. It would be a promise that Corlys’ bloodline would sit the Iron Throne one day. Again, I believe it’s a very significant detail that the marriage between Jace and Baela never happened in the book. While I do think Jace would’ve married Baela eventually, in the future, it was not something high on his list of priorities at the time. That is to say, Baela was not really a priority to Jace in the book canon. This is obviously different on the show, where we are shown Jace actually prioritizing Baela a lot more. In the book, I think he may have cared for her, because she is family, but it was not any deeper than that.

Leaving Sara out of the equation since there’s no confirmation if she actually exists, I personally think the most significant relationships Jace has in the book, outside of his parents, are with his sworn brother, Cregan, and his milk brother, Daeron. In the show canon, there isn’t anything special to say about Jace’s trip North (he interacts with Cregan for a minute at best) and Jaceron doesn’t exist because Daeron was temporarily erased. However, we are given substantial details about these dynamics in the book. Jacegan appears to be a very popular relationship for Jace. I personally prefer these two as only friends though I don’t necessarily have any issue with them as a romantic couple. That being said, Jace is 14 years old in the book when he meets the 21 year old Cregan so the age gap is a bit questionable. Though by ASOIAF standards, I guess it’s normal. Jacegan is personally not my favourite ship for Jace because that would be Jaceron.

Jace and Daeron’s relationship is quite important to the narrative of the Dance. They were born close together and became milk brothers from the beginning. They were supposed to be representative of a positive future for the Targaryen dynasty, yet they become divided because of the increasing conflict between their families. Jace and Daeron were expected to be each other’s equals, they were made to train and study together, and attend the same feasts and balls. Daeron is said to be in his older brother’s shadows yet he should at least be on the same level as Jace. Except he isn’t because Jace is openly favoured by the King himself while Daeron gets no great show of affection from his own father. Daeron is the only one in his family who is also sent away from the capital while everyone else gets to stay together in King’s Landing. The boys’ appearances are directly compared to each other from the moment of their birth. The favoured heir who looks like a bastard and the trueborn Valyrian prince who is sidelined. They could have been friends in a different time, but in this story, they can only become enemies. Over the years, their actions still affect each other. It is Jace’s dragonseed plan that causes trouble for Daeron and eventually leads to his death. Even in separation, the milk brothers are connected. One detail that I’ve always liked is the parallel between the scenes of Jace and Daeron making plans for how to proceed with the war, but these plans are foiled by the supposed interference of the gods: “Yet the plans of men are but playthings to the gods. For even as Jace laid his plans, a new threat was closing from the east.”/“Men may plot and plan and scheme, but they had best pray as well, for no plan made by man has ever withstood the whims of the gods above.” These are the descriptions given before the beginning of the battles that would kill Jace and Daeron, the Gullet and Second Tumbleton. Though there isn’t any great show of love in this dynamic, it has always been one of my favourites because of what it represents for the Dance as a whole. Even HOTD erasing them doesn’t lessen my enjoyment of the relationship, since I primarily focus on book canon anyways.

For Baela, her most significant relationships, outside of her parents, in the book are with her twin, Rhaena, and her eventual husband, Alyn. Those are the ones GRRM wrote about extensively. Since all three characters are well fleshed out in the book, so is Baela’s role here. She is not just a supporting role to either Rhaena or Alyn, but a power player in her own right (with many of her actions being enabled by one or the other two). Incest is not a dealbreaker for Targaryens and Baela/Rhaena make an excellent match because of how seamlessly they operate together. I don’t know why the show created a bit of disconnect between the Dragon Twins, with Rhaena feeling bitter about Baela not understanding her concerns and the two of them growing up separately. In the book canon, they grew up together on Dragonstone and were said to be very close. It’s not until the war that they are separated. Though the more baffling decision is HOTD aging up Alyn. Book!Baela rejected the idea of being married to someone much older than her and instead chose Alyn, who is the same age. The characters’ ages in the show are kinda all over the place, but apparently the actor playing Alyn is in his 30s and even older than the actors playing Rhaenyra/Alicent/Criston, whereas the actress playing Baela is in her 20s. So show!Alyn is clearly older than show!Baela who is either 16 or 15. It defeats the whole purpose of the Baela/Alyn relationship which is supposed to be one of equals. Although it seems like the show is setting up some kind of dynamic for Baela and Alyn already, since season 2 had the scene of Baela calling herself “blood and fire” in her conversation with Corlys as a parallel to Alyn saying he is of “salt and sea”.

Baelyn’s relationship in the book is a marriage of convenience. Baela actually took a big risk when she decided to run away to Driftmark. The last time Baela had asked a boy to marry her, she would’ve been left disappointed when he didn’t fulfill her wish. Unlike Jace, who was Baela’s stepbrother and betrothed, Alyn may be her cousin but he is also a stranger for all intents and purposes. Ultimately, Alyn did agree to Baela’s proposal to help her escape her forced marriage. Since Baelyn have very similar personalities, they do work well together as partners, but at the same time, they are also known to quarrel with each other. The book does mention that they always end up reconciling whenever they clash:

Yet in the end they reconciled, as they always did.

Their dynamic is written to be complicated but it’s also one of the most interesting ones in the book. On the one hand, Alyn is willing to wage war to protect Baela, and later was willing to oppose the small council in order to protect her from a forced marriage, he defers to Baela and treats her as a higher authority than he does the king & queen, he names his flagship in honour of her, he makes her part of his political plans, he seems to have no issue with the idea of Baela expressing her sexuality through relationships with other people, etc. But on the opposite end, Alyn does seem to chafe against the notion of domestic marriage that Baela seems more favourable of. He craves freedom and adventure. That being said, Baela is often shown to be doing her own thing in the book too; she’s not confined to the role of wife. So while they may act as a couple at times, in other instances, they are their own individual.

Since Baela grew up watching couples in her family like Corlys/Rhaenys, Daemon/Laena, Daemon/Rhaenyra (regardless of whatever private issues those couples might’ve had), she would have certain expectations for how she wants her marriage to end up. While Jace may be a disappointment because he denied Baela the marriage she wanted, Alyn disappoints in other ways. Though he does at least try to prioritize Baela in the book. But whether that’s Alyn simply doing his duty to Baela since she is his wife, or out of genuine affection, is left ambiguous. I would say that Alyn grew to love Baela but he’s not in love with her. As for Baela, she probably felt the same way about Alyn. There is a part at the end of Fire & Blood where Baela expresses her jealousy over Alyn’s fond regard for another woman, so that does suggest Baela’s possible romantic interest in Alyn. But that’s the last mention of them. Fire & Blood 2 will have more details on the development of their relationship, and if Alyn reciprocates Baela’s growing interest in him. My impression of book!Baela’s romantic prospects is that Jace was just meant to be a placeholder for Alyn. GRRM clearly intended to depict Baela and Alyn as each other’s main love interest, considering how much he wrote about them. I find it fascinating how Alyn shares many similarities with both Laena and Daemon. Leave it to GRRM to create a love interest for Baela who is just a combination of her parents. Even the fact that Alyn and Baela have matching burn scars, complimentary sea & moon symbolism, grand displays of defiance for each other, all suggest a deep connection between the two, despite the stormy nature of their marriage.

The only other noteworthy relationships Baela had were with some of the other boys at Dragonstone. After the Battle of the Gullet, the rest of Team Black moves to King’s Landing and Baela remained behind at Dragonstone. I don’t think these relationships are of any particular consequence because we don’t even know the names of the boys Baela hooks up with but it’s still relevant for Baela’s own characterization. Tbh I do find it odd that GRRM didn’t write anything about Baela expressing grief over Jace’s death but the idea of her Dragonstone boy getting hurt moved Baela to tears:

As a younger girl she had oft been chastised for wrestling with squires in the yard, but of late she had taken to playing kissing games with them instead. Not long after the queen’s court removed to King’s Landing (whilst leaving Lady Baela on Dragonstone), Baela had been caught allowing a kitchen scullion to slip his hand inside her jerkin. Ser Robert, outraged, had sent the boy to the block to have the offending hand removed. Only the girl’s tearful intercession had saved him.

Though it’s possible that at that point, Baela has already moved on since her relationship with Jace was only an arrangement made by their parents, and now Baela is learning to express herself as more than just a consort. In which case, her relationship with the Dragonstone boys is a necessary starting point for Baela’s development.

Baela became a more prominent character near the end of the Dance, in the book. Despite this, she actually had more depth as a character than Jace (died in the first 1/3 of the Dance) and Alyn (he did even less than Baela during the war and only came to the forefront in the Regency). While the show did increase Baela’s presence, it fails to capture the complexity of her character that was present in Fire & Blood. Her primary purpose in show canon so far has just been about developing Jace’s character.

[long-suffering-little-spoon]

@cobwebs-in-sues-closet LITERALLY US!!!!!

My two favorite alchemist

I THINK ZARINA AND VARIAN WOULD GET ALONG!

[batshikns]

i just realized- 6 more months exactly until my birthday- that's... depressing- 😓

[cartoontees]

being a sane shonen anime fan is just like *ignores the sexist joke and keeps paying attention to the goofiness* *ignores the sexist joke and keeps paying attention to the cool fight* *ignores the sexist joke and keeps paying attention to the important character moment*

[chocolate-cream-soldier]

-.-

[smimon]

Of course im brain-fried after the weekend but instead of processing what happened im just wondering why does everyone suddenly own a water bottle, since when are water bottles even a thing, why didnt i get the memo, help 💀

[isthereintruthnobeauty1968]

surprising (?) that they never really made anything of kira's pregnancy and odo being a solid happening at nearly the same time since They're Supposed To Be Like Close Friends and both involve a massive, unprecedented, and At Least Surprising if not unwelcome/horrific change to each's respective body

[garpen]

Yes!! Literally this interaction in my au, I love it

Dick: You use to be so cute and tiny..

Jason: And you use to be cool. We both changed.

Dick: Wha-?! I'm still cool!!

Jason: Okay, 'officer Grayson'. Cops aren't cool.

Dick: THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO

Jason: STILL FRESH IN MY MIND, PIG!

Dick: LET IT GO!

Jason: NO. YOU WERE THE ONE WHO SAID FUCK THE POLICE! THOSE WERE WORDS I LIVED BY!

Dick: OH MY GOD. YOURE THE ONLY ONE THAT STILL REMEMBERS THAT!

Tim, walking into the living room: I remember it.

Duke, from another room: I heard about it! You've lost 1000 aura man!

Cassandra, poking her head in: I've also heard about it.

Dick: EVERYONE SHUT UP.

Jason: Just like a cop to order people around like that, shameless.

Dick, groans: Fuuuuck-!

Dick: All of you are going to make me age like milk!

Damian, popping up behind him: Is it wrong to say it's too late for that?

Dick, practically shaking: Damian..I swear to God.

[xx-obliviousfantasy-xx]

*FRUSTRATED SIGH*

I'm gonna have unfollow all lgbt tags holy shit

Holy shit

I can't fucking do this ANYMORE 😭

NVM I'm just turning this off holy shit

[honeyilovejoo]

hey csm fandom tag your spoilers motherfuckers

[requiemforthepoets]

you say good morning, when its midnight ⟢ OP81 (part 3)

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PAIRINGS: oscar piastri x female!reader

SUMMARY: you and oscar grew up together, and despite being neighbors and best friends with her sister, hattie, you never really talked or had a conversation with him. until one day, where he randomly texted you out of nowhere.

REMINDERS: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WARNINGS: use of y/n, photos are all taken from pinterest, no consistent face claims, fluff, humor-ish, kind of a slow burn fic, inaccurate information, time and date stamps are not relevant, and minor typographical errors

WORD COUNT: none

AUTHOR'S NOTE: part 3! i'm really happy that you like this socmed au for oscar! 🥺 i hope that i'll be able to deliver updates that are up to standards. I'll try to incorporate everything, since tumblr has a limit of 30 photos only per post. taglist for this series is open. enjoy!

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oscarpiastri take good care of her

hattiepiastri ?????????

hattiepiastri isn't it supposed to be the other way around?????

oscarpiastri we both know that she's too soft for the chaos you bring

hattiepiastri excuse you???? fyi, remind me or not, i'm always gonna be protecting her

oscarpiastri 👍🏻

nicolepiastri oh my goodness, look at her! she's all grown up. i still remember when you two used to dress up and she would braid your hair

hattiepiastri i shed a little tear when i saw her again in person after so many years

nicolepiastri tell her i said hi, that i miss seeing her around and that she looks beautiful

nicolepiastri i'm so happy that you two are together again!

hattiepiastri will do mum. she says hi back.

hattiepiastri we're now in our bestie singapore honeymoon

yourmom oh my heart! she really made that sign? thank you for posting this, hattie. i might be crying in the kitchen now! 🤣

hattiepiastri she was literally bouncing the moment she saw me!

yourmom please tell her to call me when she settles you in

yourmom and while you're there, please make sure that she eats actual food and not just noodles and bubble teas

hattiepiastri promise!

𓆉𓆝𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓇼

hattiepiastri

📍Haji Lane, Singapore

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hattiepiastri week into the bestie singapore honeymoon 🤩

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yn.jpg look at us, maximizing our joint slay 😮‍💨💖

hattiepiastri indeed 🤩

nicolepiastri you both look so wonderful! enjoy and take good care of her

oscarpiastri like i said hattiepiastri

hattiepiastri no need to tag me???? bc i can literally see the reply???????

yn.jpg 🔒

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yn.jpg all the love, from singapore ♡

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yourmom why is it that you never smile? but the photos look very stunning, and you are stunning!

yn.jpg 🥺🥺🥺🥺

hattiepiastri i stand by my photography skills, should've watermarked these 😔💔

yn.jpg exquisite photography skills indeed! been staring at how good it is 🥹🤚🏻

nicolepiastri so gorgeous!

yn.jpg auntie! thank you so much, i miss you!

yourbrother ok, gotta admit that this photo of you looks cool af. but i miss the gremlin that i used to chase around the house with a nerf gun. bring her back 💔

yn.jpg you and your dramatic ass! 😭

oscarpiastri you do look different

oscarpiastri in a good way. (sorry, clicked the enter button accidentally)

oscarpiastri the not-smiling thing suits you more than it should

hattiepiastri mate, u good?????

oscarpiastri what? am i not allowed to say that she looks nice?

yourbrother i will die on this hill

yn.jpg okay wow 😭 was not expecting a full family panel in the replies. love u all, but can u all pls calm down? 😭

nathanleong these were worth the wait 😮‍💨

yn.jpg 😂😂😂😂

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𓆉𓆝𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓇼

𓆉𓆝𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓇼

𓆉𓆝𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓇼

hattiepiastri posted in their story!

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𓆉𓆝𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓇼

hattiepiastri

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hattiepiastri singaporean nightlife. i'm in love 💖

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[yeahxsurexokay13]

anything but the truth, lando norris

summary: the lead up to the british gp was already chaotic, then y/n's best friend has to interview her f1 driver ex (and yn asks her to tell him a white lie) [influencer!reader]

warnings: like three typos, two swear words, a mason mount mention if you squint and no happy ending ):

inspired by sophia scott's song 'anything but the truth'!

y/n.y/l ✓

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y/n.y/l definitely not fucking hot where i’m posting this from 👍🏼

👤 friend1, friend2

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friend1 YOU'RE fucking hot 🪭🪭🪭 ♥︎ by author

y/n.y/l 💋

user6 here before lando

user8 babe........ lando hasn't been here in WEEKS and i don't think he's coming back 🤡

user4 I know y’all love drama but assuming they broke up because of no interactions in two weeks is actually wild 😭 let them breathe

user8 it’s been dead silent from both sides. no likes, no tags, nothing since barcelona... something’s definitely up lol

user11 guess lando can finally focus on winning the wdc without distractions 👏

friend2 we should've brought that sunshine back home 🌞 ♥︎ by author

user14 she’s finally free from the mcdrama!!!! 😩

user1 So she’s not in Portugal anymore??? 👀

user5 she wouldn’t be back for silverstone would she?? 👀

user1 I’m holding on to delulu

user7 not to be dramatic but if she’s not at silverstone i will throw myself into the paddock gates

user15 the 'oh so perfect' couple didn’t even last. shocking.

jasmineharper ✓ this is what fomo looks like 😮‍💨

y/n.y/l ✓ 🥺 we missed you, reporter barbie!!!

user10 she's vibing and staying hydrated!

user12 maybe she just wants a break from the grid and from being "lando’s gf" every time she posts?? radical idea

user13 absolutely stunning!! hope you had a good holiday 💖

user2 how are u cold in july what’s going on girl 😭

user3 it's like 18°C in the uk right now lol

user9 girlhood healing summer arc unlocked. he fumbled and we move.

user16 why are people still hating on her even after the alleged break up?? omg seriously. you lot got what u wanted leave! the! girl! alone!

4 July 2024

Friday, July 5

Satuday, July 5

lando's phone:

Sunday, July 7

landonorris ✓

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landonorris Silverstone I love you, so many incredible fans out there ❤️ Congrats on the win @.lewishamilton, we’ll review, do better and come get you next time 😜

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user1 and Silverstone love YOU❤️

user2 OH MY 444 HEART

user3 Love u love u love u!!!

maxfewtrell ✓ Proper job this weekend brother 🔥

user4 Aww❤️

user5 how about reviewing the lack of a certain someone in the paddock today?

user6 your time will come soon Lando🧡🧡🧡

pietra.pilao 🙌

user9 silverstone would have been SO much more perfect if y/n was there with you 😭😭😭

user8 another podium in the bag 🧡

7 July 2024

next part

[mianaissante]

“ you know i'm not a bad girl, but i do bad things with you.”

summary: your best friend of 10 years helps you remove your bdsm toys after getting stuck with it on for 2 hours, having you overstimulated while he's...stuck with a tent in his basketball shorts:)

pairing/s: itadori yuuji! wc: 9.4k

warnings!! light bdsm, heaaavy and heeefty dacryphilia 😮‍💨, overstimulation, spanking, bondage, blindfolding, praise kink, degradation, edging, dry humping, makeout sesh, shower sex, p in v!!, cunnilingus, fingering, doggy style, mating press, missionary, spooning, manhandled HEAAAVYYY🫡

tags: itadori yuuji x fem!reader, freaky reader and "innocent" yuuji, switch itadori, gymrat yuuji!!, he gives the best aftercare.

a/n: for the people with the same perverted thoughts as me, this one's for you LOLLL ��💕

for the experience, listen to so it goes.. by taylor swift!

crying out yuuji's name to help you rid yourself of the very bdsm toys you chose to wear was one of the many events you didn't think would ever happen in the 10 years of your friendship.

it all started a few days ago when you thought that it would be a bright idea to purchase some bdsm toys online, well, to try while yuuji was busy in the gym.

an unexpected truth to be exact, was that you had a disgusting secret you never had a chance to share with your best friend, and it was that you were into bdsm and quite possibly be a freak.

although, while being a virgin and exploring your preferences, you've never had a real encounter with a dominant which made you a tad bit inexperienced. you were just starting out after all.

yuuji never asked you about anything sexual as you and him grew up together from diapers until college. he's never had that though of you, and neither did you towards him. however you knew that he was never into what you were into. he was such a sweet boy, you never imagined he'd delve into bdsm like you do now.

what made him be the one you'd call to was because he was your roommate. living in a bungalow house was fun in it's idea, execution wise, it was hard to find privacy. walls were extremely thin, the slightest of yawns can be heard.

but because of his daily routine of leaving at three in the afternoon, you found yourself dedicating that time to explore your body and it's limits.

and well... it's at its limit.

in squirmish hums, you were sprawled on your bed with a spreader bar latched on your ankles. cuffs tightly securing your wrists onto the bar which made you lay your head down on your pillows and your taut ass waving in the air. slick dribbles all over your sheets where your cunt swallows a purple shaped vibrating dildo you lost the controller to.

dumb now, was it?

while you were overstimulated, your vision was simply blocked with blindfolds, and your mouth encasing a gagball which refrained you from speaking.

was it torture?

no, it really wasn't. it felt good, great even. you were just overstimulated. it was your 5th orgasm when the door clicked and you realized you lost the controller of the dildo, irresistibly stuck in the same position you found pleasure.

whimpers, warbles of your breath, tears gliding your cheeks and heat overflowing your bruised pussy taking in thrusts of the sex toy continuously filled the walls in a monotonous waves of groans.

“ yuu!” a muffled impression of his name making it seem like you were okay yet you weren't. in a way, it held such lustful intentions that you never addressed.

“ngh—hah-fuck..” was all the series of words you could ever execute, gagball intact. yuuji's footsteps drawing closer, you felt a sense of embarrassment basking your body which didn't. “ yuu! help..ngh!” yet it wasn't understandable.

his heavy feet comes to a halt when he reaches the front of your door. a worried knock decorating the small space. “ [name], are you okay?” his voice trembled with care, a sound you knew all too well.

you couldn't bare him seeing you like this, but alas, it was the present.

heavy pants feathered through your lips, curling yourself up and over but restrictions continued to hinder your ability to peel yourself off from such indulgence. “yuu!” you choked, your tongue tasting the plastic of the spherical object jammed in your mouth. turned on even more when the dildo started pulsing harder and faster. “ yuu—” whining, writhing in your place, bed frame wobbling as you stretched upward with your flesh in the air.

“ i'm coming inside, okay? don't get mad..” yuuji quickly says, as if to distract you feom the "pain," the door clinking in unison. “ what's—” he pauses at the sight, his gym bag dropping dramatically on the floor. “—wrong?”

it was a lewd sight. never in his life would he have thought he'd see his childhood best friend like this. blood undeniably rushes to his cheeks and lips parted. how could he control this reaction? how?! parts of your body which he only imagined were now out in display at him.

tears swarmed and distressed the blindfold which you wore— tears that stained your rosy cheeks. sticky saliva building up in the corners of your lips while your muffled out whimpers in what seemed like pleasure and pain danced in his vision and hearing. your wrists and ankles marked with red patches of cuffs complimented the way your slick cunt had its dripping liquid all over the inner most flesh of your thighs. the steel bar glistening with your juices on it.

he was hard.

he could only imagine what it felt like running his thick hand across your hot skin— wait.

yuuji quickly shook those thoughts out of his head, not wanting to take advantage of you in such a vulnerable situation. your head turned where his footsteps laid, suddenly his body made your bed sink down to his weight. there was no point in denying— both of you were nervous and with the way your hearts were panging in embarrassment and desire, it wouldn't be a surprise if both of you suffered a heart attack.

gentle two hands laid your head on his lap, strong fingers calmly untying the gagball from behind your head, his heart skipping a beat again. was there something in the air that made it hard to breathe? yuuji peeled the toy from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting the two together lingered. he basks in the redness of his cheeks.

to him, you still looked innocent as the day he met you, and he knew this when you suddenly burst into tears out of emotions washing over you. yuuji's eyes softened in your glow, cupping your face with his rough palms with thumbs which drew circles softly on your skin.

“ i—i'm sorry you had to see me like this!” you rambled, it was beyond repair. you were damaged. “ you must feel so disgusted of me now, don't you?” yuuji quickly swept you up, kissing your forehead.

“ it's okay baby, it's alright. don't worry, i've got you.” your voice warbled in intensity, tears drowning out any coherence you can say to him. “ i'm not disgusted, i was just shocked. calm down now, please?” yuuji's rough hands detangled your hair from the blindfold, lifting it up from your face.

“ it's just—” hiccup! “ you took so long standing there! i thought you hated me at that point on..” your sobs continued while the dildo on you still worked you up.

yuuji cooed, “ i can never hate you.” you laid there on his lap worrying away how to disappear from the face of the earth. he, on the other hand, felt the tip of his thumb graze over your glistening lips. with one quick swipe, you stopped whimpering. “ now tell me what i need to do, yeah?” he asks softly.

he couldn't deny that he was growing harder at the sole sight of you. your eyes were sullen and red, upset by the fact you let yourself be seen this way, doe irises that made his heart melt. “yuu... get the dildo out of me..—hagh please!” you bucked backwards, your hips failing on you. yuuji held you securely with his strong arms, but his body was giving out as well.

watching you writhing from the simple toy sparked something within him, like it had been dormant for so long. your constant whimpering paired with how your toes were curling was giving him the final blow, but he chose to remain calm.

he kissed your cheeks as if you were the littlest thing in the world he wanted to protect. “ okay, baby. got it.” yuuji swiftly got up, the bed bouncing back up to its original place.

the sun was setting from your window, the light glazing your room with a golden glow. your eyes which regained its ability to see watched your best friend tend to you slowly.

he sank down near your behind, the tension in the air filling up while you begin to experience what seems like your 6th orgasm yet.

a cold hand firmly sets itself on the curve of your back, two fingers both on its soft pooling dimples and a gentle voice pulling you out your highs. however, it made you feverish, burning, and needy.

“ yuu, i'm so sorry..” whimpering in more sobs, “ so..so so sorry..” but your body wasn't sorry at all— in fact it was reacting to his hand sliding up and down, tracing circles on the curve of your back for comfort. “ shush, it's alright. no need to worry, hm?”

a soft moan escapes your lips. he gapes.

your eyes widened at the friction, feeling the tightness in your stomach coming undone. yuuji watches in curiosity. terrfied at the matter, you squealed, “ y—yuu please don't!”

his hand latches away, cold air now occupying your skin. “ i'm overly sensitive... don't do that, please?” yuuji hums in response, following suit to your request. the room would've been quiet if it weren't for the squelches of your sopping cunt, and yuuji wouldn't have been so turned on if he didn't hear it.

still processing everything, yuuji tried his best to get his mind off the gutter. his hands hovered on the dildo's handle, pressing random buttons to figure out how to turn it off.

but it seems like it didn't.

“ argh—hah—!yuu—ngh!” helpless and powerless you were. your insides were fired with the highest option, rapid thrusts and bursts of pulses indulging within you, groaning in utter pleasure and pain. “s—gh—stop!” you moaned, thighs attempting to rub together as if to say you needed more. you looked hot, yuuji knew that.

he was starting to rethink his life choices. you moaned his name and his dick twitched in his basketball shorts. you started crying yet he felt the urge to flip you over and fuck you raw. you were his best friend!

in a spur of panic, he spams more buttons to turn it off. “ sorry, i... didn't realize it would do that.” for fucks sake, he sounded so breathless. he was sorry but his thick cock sure wasn't. his boxers weren't helping, so tight around him.

you kept on whimpering, squirming on the bed until you weren't. when yuuji finally pulled the dildo out of you, juices squirted on his palms and the sleeve of his hoodie. he licked his lips, a huge lump in his throat hindering his stable breathing to which he gulped.

“ that was your favorite hoodie! fuck—yuuji i am so sorry!” you cried, looking behind you with lips bitten. that hoodie would be his most prized possession now.

his face wore something you couldn't describe, he looked out of it yet so focused. eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. “ are you mad?” you say with worry.

“ i'm not,” he smiles softly, reassuring your poor heart. “ i'll remove these from you, 'kay?” you nod at him, feeling drowsy at the wave of your orgasm subsiding.

every swift quips of his hot fingers freeing you from your misery, jolts of your hips accompanied it. the way it grazed you was sensual, intentional, but you weren't going to overthink things.

when he released you from the spreader bar, your body naturally lumped itself with the plush of your pillows. letting the need of sleep fill your eyes. while you were satisfied and free, there sits an itadori yuuji with fingers running through his hair, sweat running his forehead with a fear of realization that he had a thick boner.

a really, really, painfully hard, thick boner.

he was going to die.

the moment you woke up, the sun had already disappeared, the moon's bright glow replacing its golden hues. your body was still compensating with your orgasms and overstimulation, dealing with how you pushed your luck with those toys. embarrassment is an understatement, it was everything you felt but somewhere in the deep pits of your head, it turned you on so bad.

yuuji was himself as always, waking up to clean sheets and a simple white t shirt was expected of him. he never rummaged through your drawers, yet he made your bed and cleaned up your sex toys, placing it atop your desk chair.

he was the sweetest person you know and you made him go through all that. you were so close to killing yourself.

however, from across your room, itadori yuuji had other plans on his mind...well his cock.

squelch! schlurp! fap!

yuuji felt guilty for ever thinking of you in that way, but there he was with his fat dick in hand fisting away. on his free arm, he had the hoodie he wore a while ago, the one you squirted on. he held it tightly between his fingers, inhaling the scent of your sex feverishly.

he was going delirious.

each stroke felt like a wave of ecstacy, imagining it were you felt like drugs. heaving groans and whispers lulled the air into something so lewd. his head tilted, lips parted softly, and eyes shut tightly, while his palms teased the rim of his tip.

“fuck..” in long dragged out vowels, he didn't even deny it anymore how long this pent up frustration lasted. these thoughts were what he pushed in the back of his mind, now resurfacing, he pumps his sad, pulsating dick.

you were crying and helpless, he knew how adorable you looked when you were upset, he always teased you for it. was this now back firing? he couldn't get it off his mind no matter what he did. for fuck's sake he has had this boner in what seemed like three hours now. it was painful.

schlap! squelch! “ argh—hah..” [name], if only he could moan your name out loud. these walls were too thin.

he felt like a pervert for sniffing the sleeve of his hoodie, but you smelled so sweet that he couldn't resist. he was helpless. dying to chase that release as his hands curled and gripped tighter on his cock. would you feel this tight as well? he shook his head, no, you would be tighter.

and alas, the walls were indeed too thin. because now you waddled your way to the front of his room to thank him for helping you, yet were greeted by a disarray of heavy breathing and the sounds of his hands fapping his dick.

oh?

not knowing what came over you, you found yourself standing still next to the door, hand on the door knob without twisting it open. and thighs rubbing together by the lustful sounds his beautiful lips were making. this was bad..this was private. but what are the odds he was masturbating to you?

the wetness from your highs still remained intact, dripping onto your thighs which felt like a sticky and swishing delight. why were you so turned on by your best friend?

moments later, you heard his final groan, whimpering your name that made you squirm in your place. it was confirmed. he was masturbating to you. and now you had the tiniest ounce of confidence to open the door in thick sweat.

“ yuu? are you okay?”

it was a sight. his grey sweatpants were now stained black and the hoodie you thought he threw in the laundry was in his hand. he quickly threw the clothe away from your sight and his cheeks flushed with amber.

“ y—yeah?” he gulped nervously, “ you scared me.” his fingers hooking onto the neckline of his white t-shirt, airing out the fabric in his sweat ridden body.

from your peripheral vision as you closed the door shut, silence filling the space with the gurgles of his air conditioning, you saw he was shifting in his place. “ you still horny?”

his eyes widened, “ what?!— no! of course not.”

not needing anymore of his lies, you slowly went up to him while he got up to hold your hand. “ l-look i'm sorry for barging in your room like that and i'm terribly sorry for thinking of you that way.”

he was deeply sincere, “ i'm so sorry, [name].” you started at both your hands intertwined, he was always this kind. but you were having none of it.

“ that thing over here isn't sorry, you know?” smirking, you saw how his dick twitched underneath the thick clothe of his sweats. “w—what?!” he yelped as your hands found its way on his chest pushing you to the door.

“ let me ask you again, are you horny?”

yuuji warbled, “ no?”

it was frustrating, but you held your ground and lifted yourself on your tiptoes. chest heaving with anticipation. whispering to his ear sensually, “ sure you are.”

that was when it shocked you. yuuji's hands hovered on the curve of your back, now latching his rough palms on your skin and gripping your ass. “ yeah, fuck it.”

it was uncoordinated, heavy, and out of control. despite that, it felt incredible. his lips was luxury, his tongue against yours snapped you in half, and his thick clothed dick rhythmically thrusted in your hips. “ yuu—hah~” groaning against his plump lips, he pulls away and dips his head between your jaw and neck.

“ shit—you're so—” squelch! schlurp!“ beautiful under me, baby..” yuuji inhaled the crook of your neck, hands on your hips grinding you against his sheath. “ this is all you, pretty.”

wet open mouthed kisses on your collarbones and his left hand leaving the plush of your ass to play with your swollen breasts. “ yeah?” breathlessly, you held his jaw with both your small dainty hands, running your fingers through his undercut. “mhmn—” he hummed softly on your skin, leaving trails of hickeys all over your neck. the vibrations of his voice sent an electric current to your spine, leading it to your clit which was still bruised and aching.

“ jus' kiss me now, yuu..” his head tilted up when he stopped kneeling to stimulate your tits, he got up and opened his plump lips to you again. the hotness and slick of your saliva combining with his. yuuji's right hand cupped your cheek, angling him in a way which trembled your legs. “ you taste so sweet f'me..” he growled, “ such a fucking tease.” he says between kisses.

pulling away, a string of saliva connects you to him who was breathing heavily. your eyes— still watery— glowed like a deer's against his irises which stared harder at your beauty. heavy panting between you, and suddenly your being pushed to his desk.

tumble! splash! clink!

the table was cleared with a swift swipe of his arm, and he has you on the desk with both hands behind your lower back and head smushed down onto the wooden vinyl.

spank!

hefty hand prints left your naked butt on display, “ what made you think it was safe for you to try that here, huh?” his lips trailed open mouthed kisses on the indents, rises of your back. the feeling was sensational, unreal even. there were times where you felt like giving out, knees wobbling in place.

“ i thought you would be—hah!” squinting harshly and heavily breathing, through bitten lips you sighed, “ home later.”

thwack!

yuuji scoffs and slaps your ass, “ you know i'm home before five, right?” desire now blinding his head, he grinds the apex of your thighs on his growing bulge. he loved how your flesh rippled with every spank he did.

“ i know— yuu!” you yelped at the springing feeling, like dozens of needles jabbing at your skin yet you felt more turned on now.

“ naughty girl”

“ didn't mean to”

“ of course you didn't ” he chuckled and turned you around, “ right— fuck! right there yuu!”

your back now on his cold desk, and legs spread wide as he continued humping you senselessly through his clothed dick. yuuji kisses you shut, turning your whimpers into muffled moans. squelch! squelch!

he pulls away and licks your jaw.

“ came home just in time for that series you told me we'd watch the other day.”

right! you begged him to watch this new romance series netflix released. but with the busy schedules mixing up, it completely flew over your head. “ i forgot about that..”

“ and we're here fucking.” he grins beneath your feverish skin, all inhibitions out of the fucking window. you giggled softly while watching him ravage your body, “ well— technically we're not..”

hands on his head, his palms kneading your waist, and his lips leaving splotchy wet kisses on your navel, he smirks, “ wanna change that?”

“yes..” you moaned through his teases. principles and everything you've been overthinking are now left in the dark, demanding are your heeding needs.

schlurp! squelch!

his arms are now encircling your heated body, carrying you to his soft bed, laying you down his lap with hands so strong it imprinted on your skin. “ wanna tell me when you started using those without me knowing?”

splotch! thwap!

you've never seen yuuji in this light, demanding and stern. an indicator that he was in fact itadori yuuji, was his sense of humor and free nature. constant smiles and jokes, he was always so gentle towards you.

the heat pooling within you found its way on his grey sweatpants, gliding over his precum collecting on the clothe as well. “ i jus' bought those last week.”

fwop!

he tugs on your lips for entrance, his tongue grazing against yours, after a few heavy sighs you pull away. out of breath, he sighs in disbelief, “ really, now?”

yuuji's brows quips together, cute. “ yes, yuu.”

“you're really into that stuff?” his hands left your hips, running it up your back and onto your waist— schlurp!— heartbeats syncing in the quiet stance of the room, wet squelches of your kisses, yuuji found his way cupping your breasts from beneath your shirt— his t-shirt.

like fire blazing your already hot skin, his lips dragged on your jaw which worked open mouthed kisses to your collarbones. “ yeah..—fuck yuu!” he wasn't guiding your hips anymore, it was all you now. the right friction stimulated your swollen clit, juices lapping up to spread in your entire slit.

squelch! peck!

“ since when?” he asks, both hands beneath your ass, feeling the undeniable wetness of your pussy. “ don't know... 16?” you couldn't give him coherent answers, the pleasure just kept building up in your knotting stomach.

he chuckled in your ear, “ such bad girl, aren't you?” you frown at him and shook your head. “—hah— am not..”

yuuji knows how bad you are at denying things, he's already got you cornered. “ so too, ” he teased to which you rolled your eyes.

“ whatever,” playing with his hair was the most cutest thing you can do while he did sinful things to you down there. your once clear skin was now marked with dozens of purple-ish marks, splotchy wet looking kisses, and bite marks. “ no need to deny such things, pretty girl, i've seen everything i needed to know.”

banter with yuuji was fun and all, but you seriously needed something more, it was a despicable itch that you wanted out of the way.

fwop!

“ hey, yuu?”

schlurp!

“ hm?”

squelch!

“ i really need you and this isn't cutting it.”

fwap!

your best friend's lips tugged upwards, “ so needy, huh?” in that moment, he licks your bottom lip urging with desire.

“ shut up.”

he laughs at your response and pecks your lips, “ okay, baby. be patient, hmm?”

an irresistible pout enters your face, “ but i don't want to wait anymore.” your whines weren't giving him justice either.

“i dont know what's wrong with me [name], when i saw you cry like that, i never thought i would be this hard.” he groaned in your ears while his hard hands controlled your hips.

thwack! thump!

“ i never thought i'd be so turned on when you saw me like that..”

“ me neither” and he kisses you again—slosh!—you stop him, string of saliva connecting you both. you gasped, “ yuu i'm being serious, i need you in me.”

“ yes sweetheart, wait a little longer.”

without saying much words, your vocal chords let out a pitchy load of whines, turning something on in yuuji's system.

“ didn't i tell you to be patient?” his grip grounded you harder on the sudden rise of his clothed cock. right where his fat tip sits proudly against your throbbing clit.

“ hah—fuck!” your eyes rolled back in their sockets and the innermost part of your thighs started to hurt from how spread apart you are. never really taking into account how huge yuuji's body was next to you. “k-keep going like that—please..” he hums in contentment.

“ wear them again for me, yeah?” his low growl fluttered butterflies in your stomach, and you realize he was referring to your sex toys. a giggle escapes from your used lips, “ did that turn you on that much?”

he nods, a little embarrassed to admit it,“ hng—kinda?”

deciding to finally let loose and tease him, you rise from his lap and tangled your arms behind his neck.“ you can use whatever on me, i have more,” whispering sensually in his ears, you nibble on its shell, before gripping his soft chin with your hand and licking his jaw.

“alright, pretty.” he smirks, throwing you on his shoulders. a quick yelp managed to escape your shocked face, lips forming an 'o' when he slapped your ass again. “ think you can keep up with me?”

spank!

you laugh at him kicking the door open and leading you into your room, “ i know i can.”

“ let's see, sweets.” yuuji shuts your room's door tightly and throws you on the bed. “ hey! why so rough?” you got up from the cloud of pillows and see him taking his grey sweats off, then his shirt.

“ i'm having fun seeing you like this, can you blame me?” you shook your head, placing your foot on his chest when he knelt on your bed.

he pouts cutely, a hand on your ankle, “spread your legs, baby, i can't deal with this anymore.” your best friend was always one for teasing. he kept moving forward and you were resisting, now folded in half, yuuji backs up and pulls you towards him with your ankle. “ feel me, [name]?” yuuji whines, grinding your raised hips against his, “ i've been hard for 4 fucking hours, it's too much f'me, you know?”

“can't you remove your boxers yuu?” you cried, tugging on his arms. he shakes his head, “ that's for later, you've got to wait.”

thing is..you already felt him, hard and beating on you, his dick would twitch every few seconds everytime your cunt swallows his curve whole, coating it with your slick.

smooth strings of gasps from your breathy mouth lingered in the air as you threw your head against your pillows, hands gripping the sheets. this was something you've imagined since you hit puberty. sex...intimacy...fucking...you never understood the hype of dry humping, but now you do.

pink hairs frayed everywhere on his forehead, he looked beautiful underneath your light. your best friend held your chin with a hand as he humped you faster, your toes curling and legs now wrapped against his waist to secure him in place.

it was a mess, both of you were a mess. matched sighs, and matched quips of breaths, heartbeats and your cunt against his cock thumping the same way. “ in my drawer, i've got rope and a—hah paddle for— argh— spanking.” your cheeks were mushed together, making you incoherent but yuuji understood you the entire time. “later..” he groans in your ear, hands leaving your body now on the headboard thrusting harder and stronger.

rut!

it was cruel beyond repair, he knew you were coming undone with how tight you were gripping his hips with your legs. “h—fuck—yes!” he absolutely loved hearing your moans, a hand left the headboard and guided yours to his waist, “ push me the way you want it.”

thud!

blinking heavily at him, you hum. with one quick move, he's back to striking your hips with his. each slap of his groin leaving sounds of wet skin bulldozing each other, the squelching being lewder than sex itself. spring wires of your bed were squeaking, bouncing, and jumping, its wooden headboard thrashing against the drywall making it known to your poor neighbors of your current activities.

there was a rhythm established, indulgent ruts of his clothed dick, and you start pushing him harder and he chuckles, “ are you close?”

half-lidded eyes flutter open once more, “ y-yeah...” and they shut again, head sinking further in your pillows. with one last thrust, yuuji holds your hips upwards, lifting you up in the air and guiding it to circle his groin. it was as if he knew your body the way you did. it was coming, and you were preparing yourself for the aggressive wave of pleasure that will be washing over you...

until it wasn't.

and then he dips his head between your legs, wet tongue salivating at the hot scent of your sex. ecstacy and pure stars. this was your first time being eaten out and it felt so good. half of your body was still suspended up in the air while he grasped you with both hands on your hips, thighs now resting on his shoulders. “ h-holy—shit yuu!”

“mhmn..” he grumbles against your clit, an open mouth swallowing the small yet swollen bud whole. you tried reaching for him but it was too high up, a pathetic moan leaves your lips, tears bringing in your eyes. his closed lids and nose resting on top of the fats of your cunt while he worked you up with his tongue was all you ever wished for. “ hagh— so fucking sweet...” his head tips, mouth open and his tongue on display..mixed fluids dripping from his chin and tip of the muscle. “ you're a water fall.” he looked so hot, you knew that.

“ let's make you cum, 'kay?” he quickly dives in your cunt once more, now lapping at your pussy. a bodily function you never denied, hips now bucking into the swole of his tongue. slowly, he lays your hips down on the bed, the straining pain now going away. “hmnh...fuck..”

as you were feeling the buildup collecting in your stomach, his large, rough, palm pressed on it, and then he inserted a finger inside you. your once sleepy posture now wide awake. how was this any different from a dildo? heck, he felt amazing.

while he flattened his tongue passionately, circling your clit before cupping it and sucking harshly, his finger rimmed your tight cunt. “that dildo was small..” your head was spinning, he was incoherent to you, but you hummed.

he smiles softly on your cunt, “it looks sad next to mine, don't worry, i'll make you feel good.” before dipping again into his meal. haughtily making out with your cunt while your back was arching and spasming, it was unthinkable. mind literally blacked out by sex.

when the pads of his finger reached a spongy part within you, he started curling it. your stomach now tangling itself. “ yuu! sh-shit! stay there, please..” his forearms were giving out by how tight you were but kept on going. slurping all the slick while his finger pushed upward, curled, dragged in and out slow and steady.

once he found that rhythm, your eyes were completely shut, focused solely on the feeling of it all. both heartbeats you could hear from your ears panging loudly. “ fuck! yuuji!” you sighed, gasping with tears brimming in your eyes. you didn't even know you could cry while having sex.

soft hot sighs against the cold air, your high was undeniably coming. and as if sparks started flying, your head whips upward with both hands on his hair trying to push him away with heavy breaths. but he kept going, riding your orgasm out while your thighs squeezed against both ends of his ears.

hot liquid sprayed all over his face, he grinned. “ that was quick, right?” you couldn't even think straight anymore. he licked up our cunt and crawled to you, tucking stray hairs behind your ears. “ taste yourself,” now he's making out with you.

surprisingly, it had a tangy taste to it. sweet and salty in a way. your tongue roughed up with his before he pulled away.

after kissing you, he leaves the bed. “ which drawer is it, [name]?” head spinning, you lift your head up, seeing his huge bag in front of your vanity, “ the second one..left drawer.”

both of your hands rubbed your eyes, wiping the sweat and tears. yuuji's knee sinks onto the bed with him occupied by your bondage rope, paddles, and a blindfold. he sets them aside and holds both your wrists, pulling it away from your reddened face. “ we'll need to work on that stamina if you want to do bdsm, baby..look at you already battered up.”

i guess so,” you yelped when he pulled you up, “ how do you want me to tie you up?” through drowsy eyes, you crinkle, “ i think the million dollar question is if you can tie me up properly.”

yuuji pinched your cheeks, “ i guess not.” with a heavy huff, you pulled yourself off the bed, waddling to the desk chair.

“ here, use these on me instead.” you tossed the spreader bar on his lap and sat on the bed. yuuji holds the metal, shuddering over its cold feeling. “ ass up, baby.” quickly obliging in his request, you propped into position.

“yuu?” calling out to him, your bound wrists and ankles let you struggle to see him in a clear view. the desire pitting in your cunt was pooling, the wet sheets colliding against your hot skin. when you thought he'd be holding you with his firm hands, a loud slap bounced glaringly off the room. your hips bucked forward.

spank!

another slap burned needles on your flesh, a blaring red in a shape of a star teasing you. “ f—hu—fuck!” the shivering silicone glided from your lower back exposed, following the grooves and curves of your skin. “does it feel right, baby?” yuuji's voice calls on to you, “ you don't need to answer, sweets, your body does it for me.”

thwack!

lips trembled in utter pleasure and pain, soft whimpers eliciting from your soft lips. yuuji's strong hands now curving your ass with its roughness, the itch now getting worse. it was unbearable. you needed him inside you.

spank!

“yuu! please—hah..” warbling cries danced around his ears, turning him on by the second. he never knew he'd be into seeing you cry like that. his dick painfully twitched in his beat-up boxers. the once grey underwear now turned into a collection of his cum and your slick juices. “ what is it?” he spanks you again— this time with his hands.

“agh! HAH!”

seeing your ass ripple like a pond of water made him fight himself, controlling his demons to not abuse your vulnerable stature. “ you look incredible with my hand mark, pretty.” your best friend, who you once thought was a sweet innocent baby, smirked in your trembling figure. constant vigor of vibrations coming from your limbs struggling to keep up with him.

thwap!

your vision goes white, body going haywire. juices spilt everywhere from the impact, the paddle spanking your swollen cunt electrified your spine. “ yuu!— hiccup!—ahgh!” as you regained your sight, your vision went from the headboard to the ceiling. firm knuckles entangled with a hefty amount of your hair. “be a good girl and wear this f'me, yeah?” it was a sudden movement, and now your vision is blacked out.

slap!

“yuu!” you gurgled through tears, “ it hurts..” whining only made it worst as his hands forcefully bounced on your cunt. “a—agrh!” wails of your cries and intensified sobs satisfied yuuji's dick. “ does it now?” was he a sadist?

the paddle slid from your widened ass crack to the entrance of your tight cunt, the pointy end of the star dragging on your clit. “ like that, huh?” yuuji confirms when he sees you buck your hips forward and thighs clenching together for more stimulation.

fwap!

“ too bad you won't have that..” he smirks, hearing your cries. “yuu!—ple—hah!” your words kept tumbling over each other. “ please what, hmmm?”

spank!

f—hiccup!—fuck me please!” you were beyond tired, overstimulated and edged from his constant ridicule. “please!”

thwack!

visually impaired, you trusted your other senses to know what was happening, and the next thing you felt was being flipped over on your back out in display for him. “hngh—agh!”

thwop!

“ that's the last spanking you'll get, naughty girl.” yuuji's hands quickly freed you from the spreader bar, red marks in your ankles and wrists prevalent now more than ever. by the time his fingers slid on your blindfolds, his lips caught you in a deep trance. “ get back down on your face.” squelch! squelch!

his dick was excited, he was out of control. the heavy feeling in his chest kept banging loudly, annoyingly enough to disrupt his sense of hearing. “ good... that's good..” your thighs now able to squeeze itself together pressured your clit, giving you a sensation that you oh so craved. the tightness and warmth colliding with whatever slick was left.

“ open wide f'me baby..” a thumb stuck into the hole of your ass, lifting you up casually like it was a normal way to carry you. and then, you felt it.

yuuji's fat pink-ish tip gliding along your folds, squelch! schlurp! when it stopped at your gaping hole, a fwop! elicited from both your hot sex. a fat gulp stuck in his throat, he continues. “ argh..hah..so fucking warm..”

tapping on your clit with his heavy dick, yuuji hastily pushes it in your cunt, the curves and hollows swallowing him with a struggle. “fu—fuck! it hurts..” it was a huge stretch, breathing sharply made it worse.

“relax baby, i know you can do it..” you felt comforted by his cooes, a free hand caressing the plush of your ass...spank!— “ since you're such a good girl, you can already deal with a few thrusts, yeah?”

your eyes brimmed shut with tears wallowing the corners of your cheeks, lips trembling, you managed to utter a word, “too! t'much!”

he kept pushing through, testing your limits, “ but you're halfway there, sweetheart..”

the room filled in your undeniable whimpers and sobs, crying for him to either stop moving or start moving. “ hargh—hah..” your mouth gaped open ahead of you, the headboard getting blurrier by the second. “ is..it done?”

“ yes, you did so well, pretty..” low hums vibrated off his chest, “ let's see how much you can take.”

rut!

thwack!

thrust!

“hargh—yuu!—hah fuck!” aggressive sounds of the wooden frame of your bed starting clashing once more, dulling your mind with how hard his hips was bucking against yours. creak! slam! “ your pussy swallows me so cleanly, babe, you feel so great!”

he was hollering, in fact, yuuji could not believe how good you felt. his eyes started rolling into his sockets, balls contorting at this new experience. “ yuu! s-shit!”

there was no point in denying how aggressive and messy yuuji was in bed. the reactions you were giving him were enough to make him rut his dick inside you like a dog humping a bitch. it was too good to be true, back arching and toe curling. and the way he was fucking you, reaching the deepest parts of you, was insane. he was insane.

“so fucking tight —hah—holy shit— princess—hah!” through heavy lidded eyes, his strong hands pulled you up against his chest. now sitting on top of his muscular thighs as he bound both your hands behind your back with one fist and the other sliding down the curves of your waist. he fucked hard. his rough fingers dragged on your clit as he rutted his hips on your dripping cunt.

a soft moan left your mouth, still gaping by how great he felt, “fuck—yuu!” somehow you managed to smile, turning your head to kiss his cheek. “ see how good you taste, hm?” squelch!

your stomach glided with your wet slick against the tip of his fingers and dragged it along the corners of your mouth, “suck it.” and you obliged. eyes closed making out with his fingers.

“not so innocent, are you?” yuuji continued fucking your cunt with skill, thrusting in a strong but quick motion, enough to kiss the end of your cervix and the spongy walls of your pussy. “hmng!—no—hah!” it was amazing. you could do this all day, but bruises would end up showing with how he was manhandling you. his fingers left your lips and dragged down your hips once more. “can you last longer?” he whispers on the shell of your ear, “ i know you can..” thwack! thump! fwop!

the sounds of your sobs mixing in with the sounds of your squelching skins slapping filled the air. he was losing his morals, deviously aching to make you cry for longer. he wanted to hear how sweet you sounded, how innocent your tears would stain your cute cheeks, and he wanted to see how red your lips and eyes would get. it was unbearable, he needed more—yearned for more.

“ feel me?” yuuji's voice pulled you from your trance, a heavy hand pressing on your stomach, “ i'm up 'till here, baby.. can you see?” he grins against your jaw and bites down on your collarbones. distant cries echoes everywhere in the house. your stomach bulged with the tip of his dick.

“yuu—shit! yes..—hah!” your legs were spasming out from his mean, inconsiderate thrusts. the strength left in your body caused you to lean more on the bed, falling away from his back, slumping on the plush pillows.

he frowns, “ you're not going anywhere,” pulling you by your hips, grinding your cunt against his dick in strong circular motions.

“ as long as i've got you, you're staying where i want you to.”

spank!

it was as if the world went 360° when yuuji flipped you over on the bed, now laying on your sheets with your back against it comfortably, you sighed in bliss. however, you didn't realize how badly it felt the moment his dick pulled out from your moist folds, it was aching, burning for him.

“ack!” suddenly, you're folded in half. “ fuck, you feel great..” he loomed over you, lifting your hips in the air while his feet now firmly anchoring him as he quite literally slams his twitching member in your heat.

as if it went on forever, all you could do was throw your head against the pillows dumb fucked and sobbing, “harg—holy fuck!—yuu!” stable slams of his thick cock pecked the pulsating opening of your cervix, the fats of his huge tip scooping the juices from your slick pussy at every time he pulls back only to rut it back in. “ yes... i've got you, i'll make you feel good baby..”

“yuuji!—hiccup!—hah,” your throat was tightening up, salivating at the sensation, he was gripping your ankles so tightly it started turning white. chest heaving and ever needy you were, it was getting harder to breathe with how heavy his hips were crushing you and how he held your legs above your head. “holy—hah!—shit!” against your constant cries is yuuji's groans rattling in his adam's apple. his eyes were shut tight so painfully he started seeing stars through the dark light, dick twitching in your hot slick.

“ taking me so well, so pretty..”

yuuji's wet lips found its way on your calves, sloshing it with open mouthed kisses. the tingling feeling surrounding your already clouded mind. he felt sorry that he had you folded like this, but he was getting close. he needed to cum, he just had to. his manhandling turned you on even more, getting wetter with his precum swooshing inside your tight hole. “ t's feel good, sweets?”

you nod through tears, chin trembling and a sad turned pout with lips bitten, “fu—huah—yeah..” he kisses your heel, “right here baby?”

“mhmn..” whipping your head to the side of your pillows, eyes started to close tightly shut and a feathery moan building up in your throat. in a swift move, yuuji pushes your legs down, hooking it around his hips while his hands grip the wooden headboard again. holy shit.

fwop! thud! squelch!

“answer me with words!” he growls in each word, in each rut of his canine like hips.

“Is it right here?” he can hear your recognizable crying and wailing, but he yearns to hear your throaty voice echoing in his ears. squelch! fwop! " i've got you, c'mon speak.."

" y—he—hah—yes, right there!" you croak out and he smirks, holding your right thigh on his hips, “okay—” and slams his groin on yours unapologetically, earning a series of sobbing from you, of course from pleasure.

“—don't cry like that, you know what that does to me.” he cooes and licks your tears before dragging his tongue from your cheeks to your breasts and sucks on it “ i'm sorry.”

“ stop saying sorry, sweets,” he grins, “ i like it.”

you were near and crying and just whining, overstimulated and bruised, but that unforgiving boy kept on fucking you like a dog. your ass pushes down, thighs squeezing on him with hands on his hips to push him off, “yuu—wai—wait! hah!”

“ we can't stop now, sweets, we're almost done..” he tugs on your lips, wanting entrance and you give it. his hands leave the headboards, hooking it around your back, his warmth encasing you while his greedy dick pushed you to the edge. “hng..hngag” his lips leave yours and he's kissing your neck again, biting down and sucking.

“w—wait! yuu!” you had the crazy feeling yet, wanting to pee, but you know you couldn't. however with him grinding on you, it was impossible to pull away. “ no—no, i know baby, just trust me on this, 'kay?” yuuji smiles, but then plunging himself harder and faster than before.

“hargh!—wai—fuuuuck!” your hands groped his hips harsher trying to push him off with all your might, giving out because of how he fucked you good. “shushh...” his mouth catches your screaming whimpers, hand pushing on your tummy when he lunged deeper in you. stars. absolute stars.

it was innate, it was undeniable, your body just had a mind of its own curling your legs around his waist to keep him closer.

“w-wait— sweetheart i'll cum inside you if— you—hah!” you shook your head, “ do it,” in your throaty voice his eyes darkened.

thwack! fwop!

schlurt!

his hips suddenly went faster, probably the fastest he could ever ride you. grip on your body tighter and hands of your own pushing his ass harder to fuck you deeper. then— “ fuuuuck!”

splurt!

“ shit..hah..” his balls contorted against your heat, dick twitching in your cunt milking him dry. he strikes you once more, only to be greeted by a flash of hot clear liquid exiting your urethra, squirting all over his groin. “t—that was amazing...” he groans, tongue licking his dried lips caused by it gaping. you were flushed in embarrassment.

“why?” he asks curiously, wiping sweat from your face with rough hands. your hair which blocked your vision now cleared when he tucked them behind your ear, “ i'm embarrassed..”

he chuckles, “ now you're embarrassed?” a look of disbelief in his face mixed with a tinge of amusement.

you frown, “ i just.. peed on you!”

“ sweetheart, that wasn't pee,” yuuji smiles, leaning down to kiss you with a palm on your cheek. “ then what was it?”

he shrugs, “ doesn't look like pee, you just squirted..fuck i'm worn out,” slumping next to you, he scoops you with his arms. “ me—hah..too.” yuuji smirks in a way you knew all too well. “ fuck off!”

“ just saying!— it's understandable you're tired, i mean, taking my dick and all.. must've been new.”

“ eat shit.”

yuuji laughs, “ right,” kissing your warm cheek, now with his hands looming behind your left knee, lifting it up to accommodate his dick that was still.. surprisingly hard.

“fuck..” he pulls out slow and steady, pushes it in passionately. “yuu...i'm still sensitive..” but you wanted it as much as he did. “ play with your clit, [name].”

nodding through drowsy eyes, your fingers spread your slick folds and encircled your swollen bud. he was fucking you in a way he didn't a while ago. it was the right pace, a kind of pace that made you think he loved you. and he did. it was stable, not a fast fuck. his tongue caught your earlobe and nibbled, then licking your jaw as he thrusts into you with a slow rhythm.

sloppy yet controlled lunges continued.

“you close?” he asks, sleep in his voice. you hum in response and moan softly, “ in me..please?” yuuji snorts, “ don't have to tell me twice.”

it was exciting, gentle, and you felt amazing. like the prettiest girl in the world. a few moments later, he cums inside you and you're at peace.

“let's get you cleaned up, baby.”

then he pulls out, a puddle of cum and your liquid splashing onto your sheets. “ can you walk?” your hands propped your weight up, “ yeah..wait..”

with a sloppy attempt to pull yourself off the bed, you waddled outside your bedroom, cum dripping onto your bruised thighs. yuuji watched you from afar, eyes sharpening at the sight. he didn't notice how wide your cunt gaped now because of his fat dick, before he fucked you, it was just a slit. was he going delirious? he wanted more, seeing how used it was with his cock. looking down, he groans.

he's hard again.

your neighbors knew that you guys were childhood best friends so maybe...hearing your moans out loud dead in the night must've been downright horrifying for them.

yuuji followed you to the bathroom shortly after your waddles, the sounds of water splashing into the basin of your shared bathtub filled the marbled walls. “ where's your bath bombs?” he turns around and sees you hunched over the counter top, eyes observing your hickey ridden body.

“oh—” he promptly laughs awkwardly, “—so i may have overdone it.”

you glared at him, “ seriously?!” his hand whips upward as if he was guilty, “ what? you were so hot back there— i couldn't control myself, okay?”

“ how the fuck will i go to my lecture tomorrow? what the— on my jaw too?!”

he whines cutely, “ sorry, my bad! it was my bad!” yuuji stood behind you, hands on your hips pulling you close to him, “ look at you, so pretty..” his head was behind yours, inhaling your neck. “ you've got no idea how many times i've imagined you in my arms,” squelch!

his tongue flattens on your collarbones, swirling into an 'o' before suctioning it sensually. “ yuu..” his sharp breathing fanning on your skin, “ hmmn?”

“ you're giving me hickeys again..” you groaned in pleasure, “ you just smell so sweet, its tempting.”

an amused sigh escapes from your lips, “ and you're still hard.” he shrugs, “ so? cat's outta the bag.”

“ shut up..hah..” he fingers slid its way onto your folds, “ never.”

“ you still down?” he asks, gently circling your cunt with widened fingers. “mhmh.” he smiles on your skin, confirming your shared desire. “ that's right...”

in a short amount of time, you were bent over on the counter with only your hands gripping the slippery curve of the porcelain sink to stabilize you while yuuji was massacring your pussy.

fwop! thwack!

you didn't believe it was possible to be lifted off the tiled floors so easily, but apparently your best friend could do it effortlessly.

the heavy weight of his hands controlling your hips to rise from the floor as he scoops his to lunge inside you in a sweet angle made your eyes see stars all over the mirror.

“ spread wider, baby, js' like that..” he then grinds harder, feet grazing the tiled floors before being pulled up in the air with a rhythm. “ good girl..”

“yuu....fuck!” he was thrusting faster, sloppily like he wanted to cum so badly, and you were close too. eyes clenching together, knees wobbling in weakness, and lips leaving fog against the cold mirror, you reach your high.

“ seriously i don't think i can live normally after this...” yuuji kisses your cheeks, “ the bathtub's full.”

he plunged into the sea of lukewarm water after throwing in a bathbomb. “ sit?” he pats on his lap, sloshing the liquid on impact.

“ no.”

“ stop being silly, come here [name] im gonna clean you up.”

“ you might just fuck me again, i'm still sensitive you know?”

he laughs, “ i promise i won't.”

lies.

“ alright.”

you sink down on him, getting comfy with how perfect the water felt. “ your hair's a mess..” yuuji says behind you, gathering your locks with his hands. it felt weird because of his huge palms. “ that's because of you.” you uttered plainly. “ oh, i know.”

“ you cocky little shit.”

“ but you love me, right?”

silence answered for you, hums of his low voice cascading with the water. “ did i hurt you?” his thumbs spun spirals on your shoulders, “ i'm sorry if i did— that was my first time doing..all that.”

your eyes widened, “ you're a virgin?!”

yuuji shakes his head, “no— i meant, doing that bdsm thing..” of course he was no virgin, who were you kidding? that guy fucked like it was second nature. “hmm, okay, well to answer your question, you didn't hurt me. it was perfect.”

“ was it?” he asks, dragging his knuckles along your tight muscles, you nod. “ yeah..though i wouldn't know how to tell the difference of good and bad 'coz i'm a virgin—well— was.”

“i... didn't know that.” he slumps, feeling guilty all of a sudden, “ and i was so rough with you and you were crying and—”

“ oh, just shut up! i'm the one who's into that shit, why are you shocked and guilty?”

yuuji pursed his lips, but then you say, “ i know you got turned on by that..freak.” he chuckles awkwardly, “ yeah, i won't deny that.”

he finishes massaging you, now he's scrubbing your body with soap, hands gently lathering bubbles across your back.

“ did you really mean what you said?”

“ i said a lot of things, which one?” water dripping echoed in the bathroom, his hands reaching for a pool of it then splashing it on your skin.

“that you thought about me every night?”

“ um actually, i think about you everyday.”

“ okay nerd”

“ hmph!”

you turn back to kiss his cheek, sinking on him more as you found a comfortable spot.

he was done scrubbing your upper body and now he's just cleaning your waist then his hands were on your pussy. needy ass.

“ hey i can do that myself!”

“ okay? well i'm here so let me do it for you.”

“ no!” your pitchy tone was testing him.

he just adored teasing you didn't he? his hands rested on your hip bone, tapping the water. “ how is this any different than fingering you, hmm?”

“ i dont know, you tell me.”

“ alright.”

he then starts sensually touching you again. heavy breaths and calculated looks. you found yourself reaching for his bicep, turning around to look at him and he looks at you. huffing with panging hearts, you say, “ one more?”

“ jus' one more f'me 'kay sweets?”

and you repeated him, “ one more.”

he has your hands bound behind your back, his ankles spreading your legs wider and right hand on your clit. this is a feeling you can never get used to and you find yourself wanting it everyday. haughty sighs elicited from your lips, and your head is leaning to the right while his mouth occupies your neck.

his rough fingers enters you, one by one, plunging deep and steady, then replaced with his fat cock.

“let loose, baby...i have you..” your hips bucked backwards, itching for the curves of his dick. his groin meets yours when he thrusts upwards only when you slam yourself down on him. Sounds of water sloshing and the stirring of your pussy distracted your ears. “hah—fuck..yuu..”

“ i love you,” he whispers in your ear, fucking you gently now, finishing inside your cunt. “ i love you too.”

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@xoey101 @anything4yoongi @bloodsuckerslut @leavingdachat

[lewisvinga]

not just a wag | oscar piastri x fem! leclerc! footballer! reader

summary; the leclercs are still crazy protective over their baby sister, ESPECIALLY when she’s dating a fellow f1 driver

fc; emily fox

warnings; cursing

all works taglist; @goldenmclaren @namgification @c-losur3 @minkyungseokie @lavisenri @ollieshifts

note; requested ! ok so turns out as monaco doesn’t have a women’s team??? or they did but not anymore??? idk so we are gonna pretend the kit emily wears is a monaco kit and not an arsenal kit🤍 but anyways my uswnt girlies won gold😋

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yourusername: another +3 points! can’t wait to keep it up after the break 🫶🙌

tagged; teammate1, teammate2, asmonacofem

oscarpiastri: the prettiest cb itw

yourusername: 🥹

arthur_leclerc: stay???? away?????

charles_leclerc: side eye

lorenzotl: 🤨🤨

yourusername: i can’t stand u guys.

teammate1: our goal stopper 😮‍💨😮‍💨

teammate2: 🤩🤩

username: saving as monaco from conceding, that’s my goat😭🤍

username: i’m sorry but the way her brothers are always under oscar’s comment makes me laugh every time 😭

username: plz THEHRE HILARIOUS!!

username: crazy when y/n and oscar have been together for nearly 4 years too🤣

username: can’t believe she plays for my club🙌

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yourusername: ily monaco

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oscarpiastri: yes i love monaco too

yourusername: 🤨

oscarpiastri: you are monaco , no? so i love you

charles_leclerc: she’s also a child.

yourusername: i’m 21????

alexandrasaintmleux: so gorgeous 😍🌷

yourusername: says u😫

username: MY FAVE WAGS ALEXANDRA AND OSCAR🥰🥰🥰

username: y/n wag? no! oscar is 🙂‍↕️

username: y/n’s face card lmg

username: missing football 💔

charles_leclerc: hope alex was chaperoning 🤍

yourusername: well, no!

alexandrasaintmleux: let the couple live 🙄

arthur_leclerc: why is she w a man alone then? boys have cooties🙄

lorenzotl: she’s a child??

charlotte2304: oh leave them alone! she’s grown!

yourusername: THANK YOU MY FAVORITES ALEX AND CHA!!!!!

teammate1: 🤩🤩

teammate2: 🔥

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oscarpiastri: 4 years with you.

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: osc🥹🥹

yourusername: i love you🤍

yourusername: my wag🥸

oscarpiastri: and i love you too

oscarpiastri: my wag🤓

username: they are so cute

charles_leclerc: she’s actually a defender for as monaco and france, she is NOT JUST A WAG

arthur_leclerc: not just any defender, the best in all of france🙄🙄🙄

lorenzotl: ANDDD saved as monaco AND france many times

yourusername: i can’t stand u guys.

username: MY PARENTS!!

username: 4 years and i don’t think i’ll ever get over protective leclerc brothers 😭😭

landonorris: wow 4 years and no ring???

charles_leclerc: lando?

landonorris: yeah?

charles_leclerc: shut the fuck up.

oscarpiastri:🤨

username: 4 years of my parents 😭❤️‍🩹

username: the football player x f1 driver combo goes hard fr 😫

username: no one talking abt lando’s comment??? just me??? ok🤨

[clarkeybabey]

❝ she's insane, she wrote a song about me ❞ # pairings; exbf!chrismd x singer/songwriter!reader x lando norris # note; I started this in decemeber, and I genuinely have no clue what it is.social media!au

lottiejane

liked by mollymae and 12,925 others lottiejane i <3 estonia tagged chrismd10

chrismd10 lets go back ⤹ lottiejane yes please

georgeclarkeey bring my boyfriend back please ⤹ lottiejane keep dreamingggg

willne chris has found someone shorter than him ⤹ chrismd10 watch it, william

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yourinstagram Crybaby, SZA (with y/n y/l/n)

liked by wroetoshaw, ksi, and 927,651 others yourinstagram tours over, but I have been writing tons sooo, 'thats so true' and 'sharpest tool' out 2nite!!! tagged italianbach, georgeclarkeey, arthurtv, wroetoshaw, behzingagram, and zerkaa

arthurnfhill didnt make it in the photodump 💔 ⤹ bambinobecky makes two of us, mate 😔

ynfan101 we will be streaming ⤹ yourinstagram i love you🥲

behzingagram always getting my best angles 😮‍💨 ⤹ yourinstagram you're welcome

mdxix why does she always do stuff with chris' friends? ⤹ yourinstagram believe it or not she met some of them before chris did

yourbestie a certain someone has no idea whats about to hit them ⤹ yourinstagram no comment🫤

arthurtv Send me that third slide, it's going on our Christmas card ⤹ georgeclarkeey worst part about this is he's not joking. ⤹ yourinstagram i better get one ⤹ italianbach bold of you to assume you won't be on it🤨

verstappentv so an ep IS in the works?!?!?!?! ⤹ yourinstagram possibly🤷 ⤹ ynfan35 doing cartwheels as we speak

theuselesshotlinepod sharpest tool, y/n y/l/n

liked by chrismd10 and 78,625 others theuselesshotlinepod This week we have UK royalty in! Musician and Max's wife, y/n y/l/n, discusses breakups, new music, and famous celeb encounters. tagged georgeclarkeey, max_baledge, and yourinstagram

yourinstagram thank you for having me!!! ⤹ clarkevision let's discuss those song lyrics 😊 ⤹yourinstagram non parlo inglese ⤹ max_balegde bilingual queeeennnn

georgeclarkeey dont miss it! she might drag your fav! ⤹ yourinstagram d1 shit stirrer.

somehatingfreak bro why is she with his friends ⤹ yournamessharptool lol she went to primary school w/ max, weirdo

arthurnfill went platinum in my house ⤹ farahsferrari how did Christopher md feel about that?!?!?

thatsthatmeespresso "i've been played by many short kings." Y/N Y/L/N, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS ⤹ arthurtv she cooked i fear ⤹ thatsthatmeespresso ariana, what are you doing here😭

icedcoffeehill so chris and y/n have been broken up for over a year? ⤹ sainzleclerc and she has been on dates recently!!!!!!!!!!!! new love songs incoming

yourinstagram feather, y/n y/l/n

liked by madisonbeer, lando, and 1,345,236 others yourinstagram album release party went crazayyyy tagged livvydimartino, italianbach, arthurfnhill, lando, behzingagram, and faithlouisak

mrs_piastri i see you lando norris

faithlouisak no party like a y/n party ⤹ yourinstagram iktr mama!!!

footybro can the album release party score a free kick at Wembley ? ⤹ yourinstagram no, but I know a guy

willne OI I KNOW THAT FELLA!!!!!!!!! ⤹ yourinstagram he says i can be in a quadrant video ⤹ arthurtv get me in too, will you?

ynclarketv losing my shit what did her and lando sing ⤹ yourinstgram kiss you, one direction ⤹ ynclarketv AHHHHHHHH

lando Thank you for having me.❤ ⤹ yourinstagram you type like my nan xx

mclarenupdates

liked by oscarpiastri and 4,684 others mclarenupdates Singer-songwriter Y/N Y/L/N was photographed on the paddock this morning wearing a familiar number and minutes ago was spotted leaving with Norris! 👀

mclarenupdates yes im losing my shit rn.

norrisweetabix i know ginge is sobbing somewhere ⤹ angryginge13 can't believe I've found out like this

sdmnxix chrismd fumble recovered by lando norris is a madness ⤹ ynjzl no way he sold like this.

georgeclarkeey is lando better than most Premier League free-kick takers? ⤹ theburntchip he's literally lando norris? ⤹ hoetoshaw MY SHAYLAS

yourinstagram and lando

liked by f1, taliamar, and 2,395,035 others yourinstagram hard launch, i guess

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[kedsandtubesocks]

@haylzcyon YOU BEAUTIFUL COWGIRL ANGEL IM SOBBING ON THE FLOOR RIGHT NOW THANK YOU SO MUCH HAYLEY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!

I’D WRITE EVERY AND ALL THE HANDSOME COWBOYS FOR YOU!!!

cowboys like us

Bull Rider!Din Djarin x F!Reader x Bronco Rider!Jack Daniels

summary: one cowboy is already a challenge, but two is either going to be your best blessing or worst curse

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI, modern rodeo cowboys AU, Din is still a papa and has his baby, light discussion of the rodeo and events, light angst & miscommunication with eventual resolution, Jack & his sweet talk with calling reader ‘baby, honey, sugar,” bar scene with moments of drinking, heavy making out, intense grinding & dry humping, spicy moments, M/M/F & M/M dynamics, polyamorous exploration that leads to eventual poly relationship

word count: 5.9k

a/n: welcome to the first fic of the ‘Let’s Rodeo’ series! I know, I know, this is such a strange combo & AU but I’m such a sucker for cowboy Din and of course Jack decided to barge in and here we are lol, the biggest and deepest thank you’s go to @perotovar @lowlights @nothoughtsjustmeds & @beskarandblasters - this wouldn’t be here without y’all and I’m so eternally grateful…and to you if you’re reading this thank you so much

You wonder if maybe you’ve unknowingly slipped into a strange country song and not realized it.

Popcorn litters the floor all around. The plastic arena seat is a bit uncomfortable. A drunk woman behind you almost spilled beer on you but apologized profusely. There are more cowboy hats here than you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

But as you sit in this strange existence a voice over the loudspeaker comes and sparks up your soul. As the announcer’s voice booms, loud screams swallow up the air of the stadium.

You spot him already climbing onto the bronco and your heart jumps into your throat.

“The man smooth as whiskey!” The announcer screams clear and booming with an accented southern pride.

“Give it up for Jack Daniels!”

Shrill shrieks erupt fanatically loud as if the place now morphes into a boy band concert instead of a rodeo competition.

That is until the alarm sounds. The chute opens, and the ride begins.

Focusing on Jack is chaotic. The bronco bucks frenzied trying to throw the cowboy off with a wild strength. His black Stetson hat goes flying and your stomach drops at how rapidly his body whips around. Back and forth, back and forth, he tries holding on with simply one hand.

It’s terrifying. It’s hypnotic.

Then it’s over fast.

The beautiful horse flings off Jack and he lands on the dirt. You clutch the edge of your plastic seat. The horse continues bucking and your mind rushes to the worst case scenario of the creature’s strong might rearing down on Jack.

Then the cowboy springs up like nothing.

A smile even illuminates his handsome face and it ignites the crowd into a gleeful roar.

You don’t even know if he did good. You barely understand the point system or average or whatever it is.

The horse thankfully settles and Jack struts away effortless.

Suddenly Jack’s salt of the earth eyes flick up. He scans the crowd until his gaze lands on you.

The seat you’re in sits close to the edge of the arena, on the floor just right outside the ring.

Then, with all the confidence of a man whose job it is to ride a bucking bronco, Jack blows you a kiss.

The drunk woman behind you along with her friends scream their heads off thinking he blew the kiss to them. Maybe he did. He’s a damn flirt. You even glance backward to see one of the girls, very drunk, tries to calm herself down from freaking out.

Jack now walks heads to the side to exit. His eyes however stay glued to you. And the minute you turn back to stare at him…he winks.

Then he vanishes.

This cowboy might be this event’s closer, but this isn’t the end of the rodeo for you. The incoming bull rides shift the air. It’s considered another heavy hitter main event and the anticipation bubbles.

Unlike Jack, who arrives like a firecracker ready to brighten up any room he enters, this cowboy emerges like a shadow.

Keeping his head down, it doesn’t help that a protective mask covers his handsome face. However, the energy radiating off the cowboy’s deadly focus composure is like a quiet storm on the horizon.

He stays silent, doesn’t even lift his eyes up, almost in a focused trance.

“Mr. Silent and Deadly himself… Din Djarin!” The announcers boom out his name.

Then you watch as the man becomes a myth, one who tames a wild force of nature.

Din and bull fly out of the chute with a choking force.

In the same way your breath stopped watching Jack getting bucked around, the same dizzying panic fills you as Din battles the same force.

He stubbornly stays on, rides as the bull thrashes around. You wonder if this is where some mythologies stem from because it is something unreal watching this man move with this powerful creature.

The crowd hoots and hollers cheering Din on. You stay petrified in your seat.

Then the ride finishes fast.

Din flies off the bull and your breathing stops. Rapidly the trainers along with other cowboys scramble to settle the bull and check on Din. The bull rider casually rises up unbothered, unshaken, and the crowd goes wild.

You exhale a loud shaken sigh of relief. Your body feels like jello, as if fear has finally been exorcized from your body leaving you a boneless mess.

Suddenly Din rips the guard mask off and all attention falls to him. Sweat adds a shine to his face and his hair is a tousled mess but he’s never looked more gorgeous.

“What the fuck?! Dude, he’s hot too?!” Someone squawks out.

The ladies sitting behind you of course notice Din and squeal out feverishly. Unlike Jack, an actual peacock who owns the crowd basking in the attention, Din’s face stays lowered with his eyes averted shyly.

Until his dark eyes suddenly flicker up, like a viper peering out from a cave. His eyes find you surprisingly fast.

You and him simply stare at each other. Then so quickly Din averts his eyes away again and heads off.

The shakiest exhale leaves you.

Your heartbeat drums loud in your ears as if you were the one who just finished the wild rides. And maybe you did in your own way.

“Oh my fucking god!” Behind you one of the girls screams. “So many hot cowboys! Like, how the fuck do you pick just one?!”

Alcohol drenches her playful words. However, to you they become barbed and catch on your heart. Because how do you pick between two handsome cowboys different as day and night.

“Babe!” One of the girls giggles. “That’s the secret, you don’t pick just one! You have ‘em all!”

She howls a wild laugh and the others scream scandalized but gleeful. One of them even jokingly says ‘so you gotta catch ‘em all like pokemon!’ which almost makes you laugh.

But the words hang in your heart like a rusting anchor.

Grabbing your bag, you head out. Arriving at the backstage area of the arena, you flash the visitor’s access pass to security who lets you through. You’ve only done this a few times before but your heart still races getting this type of entrance.

Earlier today Din said he’d wait for you after in the small rest waiting room. When you open the door, you stumble upon a sight.

Jack's hand firmly holding Din’s face -

As the two men passionately kiss each other.

Jack’s taller than Din, slightly, not by much. Din’s build however is firmer, solid, compared to Jack’s sleek stature.

Immediately they both break away from each other as if electrocuted.

Din and Jack’s eyes catch sight of you and their faces fall. Din whispers your name out while Jack stays silent.

Reality rams into you like a released wild bull.

Because you realize you’ve interrupted them. You're barging in, an actual third wheel.

You want to move, want to say something. But you can’t even imagine what. It clicks that you read this whole situation wrong. Maybe neither of them actually held feelings for you.

A sudden loud knock on the wall makes you and the cowboys practically jump.

One of the event announcers pops his head in casually.

“Hey sorry, but you’re needed out back Djarin.” He says to Din then leaves.

Even with the surprise arrival and then departure, the thick tension doesn’t leave the air. If anything it’s caused a strange vacuum to form.

Jack now breathes out your name hesitantly. Yet, his eyebrows are furrowed hard, concerned and upset. Din’s dark eyes shine so visibly soaked with worry.

Before you can even say anything one of Jack’s main coaches and manager, Champ, waltzes in. He’s a striking presence that draws all the focuses to him

Champ whistles loud. “Who died in here?”

No one says a word.

“Alrighty then,” Champ shrugs, not wanting to dive into whatever he senses.

“Daniels come on,” he urges. “I ain’t waiting anymore. They’re probably waiting for you too Dinny.”

Champ’s nickname for Din, which Din himself detests, makes you smirk and brightens your spirit for a moment.

But the awful tension stays sticking to your skin allowing a poison to seep in.

“Hey there, sweet pea.” Champ nods his head acknowledging you. With a weak smile you nod back.

You politely excuse yourself and leave.

The walk out of the arena is the longest of your life.

Everything you just saw flashes through your mind a rapid flip picture book. You can process what you saw but can’t fully grasp it.

Even outside, the roar of the rodeo swirls around even in you.

You might have wandered into a country song earlier but you didn’t realize it was going to be a heartbreak one.

You met Din first in a grocery store parking lot.

It had been a total accident. Literally. You had gotten into a small fender bender with him in the parking lot of a grocery store.

He drove the oldest silver Honda Civic ever still existing and still can’t believe it didn’t even manage to take a hit. You were also horrified when you saw there was a baby sleeping away in the car.

Yet the entire time Din was so kind and concerned about your wellbeing.

You didn’t realize it then, but that shy and very handsome scruffy man with his ancient Honda Civic would change the orbit of your life.

Because that day you accidentally collided with a cowboy, it opened your world like a vast desert horizon.

Jack arrived soon after.

If Din was the soft daybreak, then Jack came in like a dust devil.

Though they competed in two different categories, you discovered many rodeo circuits crossed paths.

When you went to visit Din months ago at the ranch housing many of the cowboys for training, that’s when you first met Jack.

He walked straight up to you and asked if you were lost because he was concerned heaven was missing an angel.

He hasn’t shut his mouth since.

Before it was simply you and Din. But Jack is a force that seems to barge his way in like the wild broncos he rode.

He is shameless in flirting. He often playfully touches yours and Din’s cheeks often, or casually drapes himself over you or his fellow cowboy.

Din on the other hand is quietly sweet. He routinely sends you photos of the sunrises of all the cities he travels to.

So opposite, they almost are like the sun and moon.

You began caring for them fiercely and fell so fast.

But now, you contemplate if you simply played yourself a fool becoming your own rodeo clown.

All the ideas, all the heavy conflict of having to pick between the two of them, taste bitter on your tongue. You take a long swing of your drink to hopefully wash it away. It doesn’t.

Din texted you asking to please meet him here at this bar near the secondary training arena and now you wait.

It’s lively tonight. Even after being thrown into the world of cowboys, or rodeo circuits, sitting in the honky tonk bar feels as if you’re on another planet. The music thankfully has a nice beat so you enjoy the song playing.

Someone slides in besides you, not even sitting on the bar stool.

“You seem lonely.” The voice of a stranger.

Besides you, a lanky college freshman looking guy leans against the bar staring at you.

“Just waiting for a friend.” You politely answer.

“Well, maybe you’d like some company waiting?”

You’re about to decline when a looming presence arrives at your back.

“Sorry there buckaroo, but this lovely peach is taken for the night.”

Jack’s smooth voice rings out and shocks your system.

The stranger’s face drops comedically fast and the punk scrambles away without another word.

You turn around and it isn't just Jack behind you but Din is as well.

Jack wears his black cowboy hat and you’re surprised to see Din in one as well. He rarely wears his Stetson but it transforms him.

In typical western, the dark midnight cowboy hats are that of the outlaws, the bandits. One of Din’s managers, an older man named Cobb Vanth, once told you that.

And maybe these two are.

Yet, even as bandits, they stand before you like two country romance song dreams. The kaleidoscopic lights dance and radiate off them.

Din mutters your name with hesitation swirling in his eyes.

Panic prickles against your skin. You’re not ready yet.

So you turn to the bartender and order three rounds.

“Honeypie, we gotta talk.” Jack says low, strikingly somber.

Shaking your head, you swallow hard. “Not now. I just…can we just please…just wait for a moment.”

Please let’s just enjoy this false dream a little longer, is what your heart whispers out.

“Of course.” Din mutters and they both move to sit on either side of you, a sort of barricade you’re already missing.

The drinks come and in a nervous quiet move you and the cowboys cling your glasses together. Everyone tosses the shot back. The tequila burns and helps slightly.

You decide if this a goodbye to this dream, you want to at least enjoy it a bit tipsy. So you order another round.

“Careful.” Din urges, ever the cautious one.

“Come on.” You now perk up. “You two both scored high yesterday! We gotta celebrate.”

Which is true. Even with your brewing heartbreak, you still got excited seeing their scores from the app alert. Because that’s the person you’ve become. You have apps on your phone dedicated to rodeo cowboy scores. Well, you might be deleting those apps soon.

You move to take the next shot.

You raise your glass to your two dear cowboys - the ones who you text everyday, the ones you try facetiming as much as you can, your dearest friends.

And maybe that’s all they will be.

You toast to their scores and to them.

Din’s eyes hold a pained shine in them that makes your heart twist. Jack instead wears a rather terrifying steeled up composed face.

You feel empty taking this shot and only Jack throws his back with you. Din even doesn’t touch his drink.

This time the tequila goes down warm and numbing.

The alcohol begins to work its confidence magic in you as you tease Din for not wanting to drink with you. He however glares at you and you’re reminded of an unwavering mesquite tree.

Maybe this is a bad decision.

You can’t be selfish about this. These two found each other. All those moments you thought they had feelings you simply had read the situation wrong.

“Look,” you sigh now, deflated. “I’m sorry-”

Jack suddenly smacks his hand against the bar countertop. It’s aggressively firm, a loud startling whack of a noise.

“Dancin’.” Jack declares loudly. “We’re gonna dance.”

“What? You and him?” You ask over the music.

“No.” Jack snaps. “We’re all goin’. So get your asses up.”

Din scoffs.

Jack, with firm hands yanking on yours and Din’s sleeves, actually drags everyone to the dance floor.

You can’t comprehend what’s happening. The floor is heavily crowded and no one notices three more additions.

“I don’t dance.”

“I can’t dance.”

Both you and Din fling out the same hurried replies to Jack.

He barks a laugh.

“It ain’t about being good at dancin’. S’about feelin’ the music, feelin’ the beat.” He yells back and then instantly transforms into a commanding force.

Sliding behind you, Jack turns you around to face Din.

His and your eyes go wide.

Jack then reaches to yank at Din’s dusty jacket, effectively pulling him forward -

Straight to your front.

Your heart hammers loud in your ears, so loud it drowns out the music blaring.

“Relax.” Jack purrs out. “Just…feel.”

You want to bark back about how that’s easier said than done. But your tongue gets tied up so badly you can’t form words.

Then one of Jack’s solid hands moves to your hips while the other reaches across to rest against Din’s shoulder.

You’re locked into them.

Jack begins to move you slowly.

The music shifts into something sultry, almost aching to be a slow dance, but a lively beat keeps it moving. You didn’t even think country songs could have this kind of vibe. Even though Jack mainly guides your hips, you already start swaying to the beat on your own.

That’s when Jack slowly bumps and nudges his hip against yours, fully pressing you closer to Din.

The position isn’t lost on you. It’s undeniably intimate, overly sexual, and you’re worried how this looks to others in the bar.

Then Din presses forward firmer against you and your mind blanks for a moment. Now sandwiched between a cowboy canyon, a dangerous heat burst from your chest.

Jack moves his nose against your face.

“Relax gorgeous,” he whispers. “Just enjoy.”

Your eyes hazing over flicker to Din who stares out with a deep desire swimming in his eyes. Cautiously his hands now move to rest on your hips. One of them goes on top of Jack’s.

You swallow hard and pray the lingering liquid courage will bless you.

Deliberately, sensually, your hips wiggle and grind between the two of them. You might not be properly dancing right or even swaying to the beat, but desire is the one guiding your body.

Many times nights alone in your bed you've thought of them like this with you. And now, you’re here caught in the sticky heart of that passionate desire.

Din dives forward and presses his face against yours.

Jack groans as his nose buries into your hair. Their cowboy hats create a sort of cover over you casting a shade against the glittering bar lights.

You’re literally under their shadow.

“Oh baby.” Jack whimpers.

Your hands, which you awkwardly kept close to your chest almost afraid to touch this dream and have it pop like a soap bubble, now tingle. You want to touch them both as much as you can.

So one of your hands slides up to hold onto Jack’s face while your other runs up Din’s broad chest to his shoulder. Your hips continue to sway and grind between them.

Then, like a spark ignited, something shifts.

Maybe it’s more people crowding in on the dance floor, or the heat finally bubbling over, but you’re suddenly squished firmly between them, practically glued together. Din’s face, his striking nose, presses against yours while Jack burrows the side of his face against your cheek.

They purposely rut into you. You think this is maybe the closest taste of what it would feel like for them to fuck you and you drown in it.

With Din and Jack, both hard, grinding against your front and back, your eyes close. A debauched sensation sinks its claws into you. It’s sinful and utterly deliriously delicious. You worry you’re about to melt.

Lust rips through you, an incinerating beast, and you bow to it.

In that haze, Din leans down and licks the sweat on your neck. His tongue against your skin, electrifies you. You ascend out of your body and moan.

Your body bucks up hard begging for attention and release only to find you’re still firmly caught between a cowboy canyon.

Jack shushes you firm but low. “G’damn y’all ‘re gonna be the death of me.”

His voice slurs, almost sounded drunk in something dangerous. Din continues licking at your neck not stopping once.

Suddenly Jack moves and shifts your body. The jostling breaks the movement and snaps you aware, like you’re slowly waking up, wearily trying to recapture your focus.

Quickly he snags your hand and Din’s. Out of reflex you clutch onto Din’s jacket. Jack, now a focused man on a mission, guides the three of you out of the crowd.

“Where are we going?” Din mutters against your face.

“Don’t know.” You answer truthfully.

You can’t tell where Jack guides you. The haze still fogging up your focus keeps you surprisingly pliant. It also doesn’t help that Din now practically drapes himself against your back, a protective cowboy like cloak. His lips continue to softly try and kiss any inch of skin he can reach.

You never thought he’d be the greedier one.

Jack guides everyone down a hallway past the restrooms. He even shouts a friendly greeting at someone. Of course he would know people here.

“Get your asses in here.” Jack now growls and his accent seems stronger.

That’s where he opens a door to a small back office type room and barrels everyone inside.

Jack’s not gentle. He almost yanks everyone in like a panicking kid trying to hide something from their parents. The door slams behind him. You’re transported into a badly lit mess of an office.

Jack whips around, pitches forward and before you can react he moves to attack your neck alongside Din.

His tongue licks a possessive strip up to your jaw then starts biting at your skin.

A wild moan escapes you as your eyes blissfully close.

You’re burning up. Your body, now molten, is only held up by your cowboys pressing flat against you. Both Jack’s mustache and Din’s faint beard scrape against your skin beautifully. Two tongues maping out your skin makes your mind evaporate. Every inch of your body screams for them.

That’s when you feel Jack drag his tongue on your neck down towards Din.

With another playful nip at your skin, Jack moves to lick against Din’s mouth still on you.

The wildest moan escapes you and you almost come right then.

Both cowboys almost kiss each other while also trying to still taste at your neck has you absolutely dizzy.

It’s hot and consumes every inch of you. You’re panting ridiculously loud and you can’t even hold back your whines or whimpers anymore. Slick pools between your thighs and sticks to your body. Your neck feels just as wet with the spit covering your skin.

Suddenly a loud aggressive bang rattles the door and your perfect illusion pops.

Panic barrels into you like a wild bull and your eyes go wide.

But your cowboys react fast. Din protectively curls his sturdy arm over you and draws you closer. Jack whips around and stands protectively in front as if to block the view.

Thankfully no one opens the door.

“Ya better not be fuckin’ on my god damn couch, Daniels!” A man howls with laughter.

“No fuckin’ way in hell.” Jack hollers back. “Not when your nasty ol’ ass calls its home.”

From the other side of the door the owner of this room laughs electrically loud. The man smacks on the door twice, an almost playfully goodbye.

The blazing heat that was melting you now simmers out like a fast dying out ember. An awkwardness settles in its place.

Your mind sorts through the heavy doubts again. Were you just a toy for them to play with? And even though a more aggressive side urges you to just enjoy and not think more into this, you don't want to be seen as just an accessory to their duo.

So slowly and quietly you untangle yourself from them.

Din mutters your name slightly confused and Jack turns around looking towards you.

“Where ya headin’ out to, peach?” Jack asks surprisingly composed.

You quietly tell them you’re gonna head home. A thick tension returns, choking the room.

Din calls your name, solid and striking.

“We need to talk.” His words are firm.

You want to make a sarcastic quip that they weren’t much for talking a few moments ago. But you don’t. You want to go home, maybe wash your skin off till you reach bone. You want to wash them away because it’s sinking in.

This last taste of desire is maybe your goodbye.

“Now why ya gotta make it sound like we’re talkin’ about a goddamn funeral, darlin’?!” Jack huffs annoyed.

Din shoots him a sharp annoyed look.

Darlin’

You’ve never heard Jack call his fellow cowboy that.

His nicknames for Din ranged from ‘pigeon’ to ‘sourpuss’ all were affectionately teasing in nature. Now the tender pet name holds the unspoken truth, as if seeing them kissing didn’t solidify it earlier.

“I’m sorry, I just…I read this wrong��” your voice becomes small and deflated. You would head home with a broken pride, but you didn’t want to be bitter about this.

Your eyes flicker up to them.

“You two… I’m glad you both found each other.” You smile weakly, the strongest attempt at being honorable and good. Yet the words turn to ash on your tongue.

You promise you’ll text them when you get home and now turn to leave again.

“The fuck s’that all about?” Jack snarls and his words snap your spine straight.

“Jack.” Din chides him sharp and your attention whips back to them a bit panicked.

Anger, along with the faintest edge of annoyance, colors Jack’s handsome face as he glares at you.

Your face scrunches up confused. What is he so upset about?

“The three of us were practically just humping like fuckin’ barn animals in heat and you wanna say shit like that?” A hot flash runs in Jack’s eye and you swear he even sounds hurt.

“Don’t say it like that.” Din glares.

Your eyes flicker between them and an edge of panic starts crawling on your skin.

“Wait, what?” You mutter out confused.

Silence suffocates the room and it feels like you’ve entered into a classic western standoff waiting to see who will strike first.

“Oh baby,” Jack’s gentle exhale shatters the moment as his eyes stare so directly at you. “Ya haven’t realized it?”

“What?” You squeak out confused.

“We’re crazy for ya… like a bunch of fools tangled up in a damn lasso.”

Jack’s words ignite a flurry of sparks within your chest that knock you breathless.

Turning towards Din, you notice his Stetson hat slid off, possibly during the heat of the moment earlier. But it allows you the clearest view of his gruff face and you think he’s never looked younger. His face is open. Hesitation and worry linger in Din’s dark road eyes reminding you of how secretly tender hearted this cowboy is.

Then Din nods so slowly, agreeing.

You almost choke on an inhale.

The sudden thought of picking between them has a fanged spike of anxiety rushing through you.

You didn’t want to pick. But, were you being selfish because of that?

Sensing your hesitation, or catching whatever emotions now flood your face, both cowboys now hesitantly move towards you.

“Talk to us, please.” Din softly urges.

Your voice cracks, tripping on itself annoyingly conflicted. But you manage to cough out that you don’t think you can pick between them. You don’t think you ever could and you’re worried your heart might not even handle it.

“Oh sweet baby,” Jack breathes out.

Suddenly the back of his hand tenderly strokes your cheek. Din gently glides his hand to your back and softly rubs you soothingly.

Your heart jumps into your throat at their sudden shift in affections.

“You don’t have to worry…or pick.” Din explains softly and with comfort.

Wait.

“You both…” you exhale shakily. “You two want me? Want us?”

For some reason, the notion of ‘us’ strikes you right then and there. That idea of you and them becoming an ‘us’ feels like the most natural progression in your mind.

Your best friend, when you told her about you and these cowboys, had cautiously asked if there was maybe a possibility of a poly type relationship happening. You immediately shot her down, not even wanting to think of the option.

But if you had been honest, a part of you started feeling guilty at the thought of wanting that. You enjoyed spending time with Jack just as much as Din. And you enjoyed spending time with them together.

Now you stand on the new ground of something beautiful waiting for you to step into.

“Sweetheart, hate to break it to ya…but we’ve been an us even before our dumbasses even realized it.” Jack snorts.

Din rolls his eyes and you snicker. But Jack is right.

Tentative date-like nights included Jack joining. Jack constantly invited both you and Din to his ridiculously lavish RV he used for the rodeo road trip days. That eventually led to days where you and Jack waited together for Din to finish. Or Din and you watching Jack practice. Din even began bringing his adoptive son over and Jack took to the baby like a fish to water.

This path you unknowingly had been on now is about to be crystalized before you and it warms every bit of your soul.

But a sharp fanged doubt suddenly gnaws at you.

“Wait,” your voice wavers. “This…this isn’t the alcohol talking right?”

Din sighs, shaking his head no but Jack answers first.

“‘Fraid not gorgeous. Been wanting this for a while.”

All worries get snipped and float out of your body leaving you so limitless.

Din leans to draw you into his side embrace and burrows his face against you.

“Sorry we didn’t discuss this sooner.” He mutters. “It all just…kind of happened.”

You understand and lean back against him. Din exhales shaky, soaked in a relief you can almost feel in your bones.

“Now, now, you two angels can’t go leavin’ out ‘ol Jack.” Of course Jack chimes in.

“Maybe it’s time we rethink this.” Din dryly comments and you laugh when Jack squawks out like a disgruntled crow.

But he effortlessly manages to borrow against both you and Din. It’s a little cluster, a soft clanging of bodies, but it’s cozy and feels right.

Someone yells outside the door laughing and your heart jumps.

“Whose office are we even in?” Din mutters out.

“Jimmy’s. Well technically mine too since I own the bar with him.” Jack casually drops.

Of course he did.

“And as cozy as it is here,” Jack adds gently. Both of their hands now intertwine against your hip.

“I say we move this little party somewhere nicer, like let’s say…my trailer?” Jack offers.

His RV is nice. Din’s is very spartan compared to Jack’s that had a full king sized bed and jacuzzi.

They truly are your sun and moon, so opposite and yet so beautifully brightening up your sky. A beautiful buoyant bliss fills you knowing you’re in their orbit, just as much as they’re in yours.

Din’s baby boy is a fidgety one. While he enjoys running around, he also loves to watch the world form anyone’s welcoming arms.

Which at the moment happens to be yours.

The baby chews happily on his favorite adorable stuffed longhorn plushie while the two of you enjoy the peace of the arena.

Without the noise, the yells and commotion of the crowd, or the sea of cowboy hats, the arena is strangely quiet, almost church-like in its own way. You understand now how it can even inspire a deep devotion.

After all, you see it through the eyes of two cowboys.

The baby happily shrieks and begins twisting in your arms. You turn to see what’s gotten his attention.

“Why howdy there my lil’ tumbleweed!” Jack warmly cries out and without hesitation scoops the sweet little boy into his arms.

The baby squeals in delight as Jack peppers him with kisses. Your heart melts at the sight.

“Don’t worry, didn’t forget about you too darlin’.” Jack winks and leans to kiss you soft now.

His mustache tickles your lips and you smirk. He also playfully and lightly smacks your bottom. You shoot him a look while Jack innocently shrugs.

“Our cowboy come out yet?” He asks.

You shake your head. Not yet. Din being ever the respectful man he is, allowed the others to use the practice bull first and took the last slot available for the practice times.

However, his team and the others arrive just as fast. Din steps out, the true silent assassin he’s regarded as. He’s memorizing to watch, so deeply focused and intense.

The baby now whines at being held and demands to be put down.

“Don’t worry I’ll watch him, you watch Din.” You reassure Jack while he places baby boy on his feet. The baby immediately waddles away, absolutely giddy to be free.

“Lil’ stinker.” Jack affectionately teases with adoration shining in his eyes.

Your eyes now watch the curious little babe you treasure so dearly. Behind you though, the training starts.

The clang of the chute being prepared and the commotion of the team getting ready fills the arena.

Then the alarm blares. The loud noise has the baby jolting in surprise. Before he can cry at the sudden noise, you quickly scurry over and swoop him back in your arms. You playfully press a loud raspberry against his sweet chubby cheeks and he giggles.

The noise of the ride erupts with the thrashing of the bull and the upheaval of the dirt.

Then, it’s all over.

“Attaboy!” Jack cries with a loud proud clap.

The baby, now fully distracted by the commotion, seems happy in your arms again as you approach Jack’s side.

Quickly your gaze goes to the arena to make sure Din’s alright.

“How did he do?” You ask about Din.

“Better! Still ain’t as good as yesterday's time but rides like these just help keep ya warm and flexible.” Jack explains.

With the bull settled, Din moves towards Vanth to discuss the ride.

Din draws his helmet up and already has so much sweat on his face. It’s unfair how handsome he is, rugged and adorably scruffy.

“Bweh!” The baby happily spots his papa and squeaks.

The noise causes all in the ring to turn towards where you three stand. Cobb Vanth grins kindly and Din’s eyes soften immediately spotting your little cheering group.

“Yeah lil cowpoke, you didn’t get to see how good your papa was, but he did great.” Jack coo’s as he softly smooths out the baby’s hair.

With a pat on the back from his manager, Din jogs over to you and Jack.

It’s unique, this new carved out existence of yours with them. But it’s beautiful and feels as if it’s always meant to be, like this has been in your veins long before you even knew.

Din reaches the edge of the ring and you and Jack shower him with praise. It’s adorable watching him get flustered at all the attention given to him, especially when you lean and Jack lean to kiss his cheeks.

“Seems like your ridin’s was a little rusty today though, cowboy.” Jack purrs. “Maybe we should all have a nice private lesson after this.”

“Hope those lessons aren’t with you. Last time you were out by the second count.” Din, like the surprisingly snarky man he is, effortlessly replies back as snatches the baby wiggling trying to for him.

Jack squawks hilariously upset and you snicker as your heart fills to the brim.

The arena is quiet, a sacred space that watches over all of you together like this. And it’s special, having this moment here with both of them.

You think there might not be many country songs about snagging two cowboys, but it’s okay.

You find this song in your heart feels eternal.