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[yeoslattes]

How We Live In Tokyo

Genre: Smut, TFATF: Tokyo Drift AU!

Word Count: 5.8k

Pairings: street racer Matz!Hwa x street racer fem! reader

Summary: You were notoriously once known as the drift princess, but now you're Hwa's girl. In attempt to reclaim your title, you race, pissing off Seonghwa in the process. You are also Hwa's number one cheerleader.

Warnings: Hwa comes off as a meanie during certain parts, VERY minimal description of reader, Hongjoong openly flirts with reader (his bffs girl...), Hwa confesses, possessive Hwa, weed use, high sex, manhandling, ruined orgasm, oral m+f receiving, eating it through the panties..., lots of spit, spanking, mentions of Hongjoong fucking you by Hwa, Hwa is low-key into it, choking, just rough asf, reader cries during sex, deepthroating, creampie (unprotected sex asf), use of sir like once, basically Seonghwa fucks you stupid, very minimal subspace by reader, aftercare

A/N: She's here, for my first smut after a while it's not too shabby. I'm an over thinker so I kept reviewing and editing just making sure I was happy with the final product. Also I based the reader's car off Suki's pink car in 2003 movie, just cause I thought it'd be perfect for her. I hope you guys enjoy this Hwa as much as I did!

“Ready! Set! GO!” You swing the red cloth in your hand down, the cars beside you rev noisily. Smoke from the tire burnout goes up in the air engulfing you in a heavy cloud, and just like that the first racers of tonight were off. This was one of your favorite parts of the night life in Tokyo, the races. You never intended to become a car girl, but after a couple flings here and there got you into nighttime racing, the rush and thrill it brought you was simply euphoric. The crowd cheers loudly, flip phones out recording and taking pictures, you jump in the air waving your hands cheering over the loud music and screams. 

While everyone was focused on the race at hand your eyes scanned the scenery for the only man that mattered to you, however he was nowhere in sight. You walked over to your pink Supra S2000 and leaned against the door. Your manicured hand ran over the sleek paint, you smiled at how smooth the finish felt beneath your fingertips. This car was your baby, everything was thought out and hand picked. Rolling around in a ride like your own had never made you feel anything less than superior. You were also Hwa’s girl and that in itself said enough. 

As if manifested by thought, the loud exhaust causes heads to turn, the familiar midnight blue body and chrome accents on the 350Z were unmistakable. Your eyes lingered on the white lettered decal spelling ‘MATZ’ on the upper windshield, you smirked slightly as he pulled up next to you. People cheered when Hwa stepped out, clad in a long fur coat and a muscle tee underneath, he looked delectable. Despite the layers, the large letters in black ink decorating his neck were perfectly on display. 

He greets his racing partner Hongjoong and the notorious KQ Fellaz who had also built an impeccable reputation amongst the Tokyo racing scene. He smiles at you as soon as he spots you. The glimmer of his grills catch the fluorescent lights of the crowded parking garage. “Hey.” He grumbles lowly in your ear, pulling you into him and pressing a searing kiss on your glossy lips. He looked down at you, long strands of raven black hair falling over his eyes. “You look good babe.” He compliments, long fingers coming up to tap on the hoops that were slightly hidden behind the layers of your hair. You smiled up at him, your legs suddenly feeling like jelly under his stare. 

The arm wrapped around your shoulder drops as he turns around to look at the S2000 you were resting your weight on. He walks around it, a singular hand running over the paint. He lifts the hood up, whistling when he sees the engine, “V8 is looking good babe.” He closes the hood after admiring, “Thanks, can’t wait to take her out on a spin tonight.” At your words Hwa’s face drops, his small grin being replaced by a disapproving expression. “Not tonight baby.” You huff in annoyance, see before you and Hwa had gotten together, you were one of the best female racers in this particular part of Tokyo. Every Friday night you’d come out to the streets and race against other girls and even guys. More often than not you’d end up winning. Slowly, you built up a reputation for yourself, even earning the nickname ‘drift princess’ in the process. But that was before Hwa came in and dethroned all the top racers and drifters, ending your streak as well. Eventually, you fell for him, and while he looked stoic and rude on the outside he was a sweetie behind closed doors. His charm was all you needed to become enthralled in him, needless to say you became his princess; you were Hwa’s girl as everyone knew. You ate that title up every single time, however, the singular con about being his one and only was that in fear of you getting hurt, Seonghwa didn’t let you race anymore, not against the good ones at least. He’d always let you go against the newbies, those who were still getting the hang of the Tokyo streets and drifts. 

“Seonghwa.” You begin in a begging tone, but he put his ring clad hand up, silencing you. You rolled your eyes, brooding against the Barbie pink car that was begging for a race. You watched as he went back to where Hongjoong stood conversing in a group.

A frown replaces the big smile you had just minutes ago.

You look around, hoping to find someone that’d wanna take you up on a race, even if Seonghwa had said no. Majority of the seasoned drivers were men, and due to their fragile egos, they wouldn’t dare race against you in fear that you might actually beat them and they’d never be able to live it down. 

You huff in annoyance, and pull your car door open, slipping into the pink leather seats. Your mini skirt is short enough that you feel the cool leather against the plumpness of your ass. You shake your own tan fur coat off, flipping your long hair over your shoulder to give your moistened skin some air. Rummaging through your glove compartment filled with body spray and lipgloss, you pull out a roll of bubble gum, shoving a fat piece in your mouth.

As you reapply gloss and fix your hair in the mirror a female voice catches your attention, “hey,” you looked up at your friend who was polishing the car door just a few minutes ago. She nods in the direction of Matz.

Your eyes turn into slivers when you see 2 girls chatting with Seonghwa and Hongjoong. Hongjoong has his arm around the slimmer girl, he gives her a cheshire cat like smile and you could almost see her swoon, but that’s not who you were worried about. Seonghwa, is leaning against his car, arms crossed, talking to the girl in front of him. Her dainty hand comes up to touch the fur sleeve of his coat, she says something with a big smile that causes Hwa to cackle loudly. She wears a low cut halter top and a mini skirt slightly longer than yours, but the expanse of her legs made it look like a belt around her waist. 

You rolled your eyes and stepped out of the car. You walk over to them, a big smile adorning your face, “hey baby.” You say in a sultry voice, your hand comes up Hwa’s arm and you proceed, “Who’s our new friend?” You turn to look at her, popping the pink bubble gum in your mouth. 

You can audibly hear Hwa sigh, he leans into your ear so only you can hear, “play nice.” He whispers, his cold hand resting against the warm skin of your waist. You continue to look at her, and she smirks, “who are you?” You chuckle loudly at her words, catching the attention of the people that were around. Seonghwa lets out an airy laugh looking back at Hongjoong as if to say ‘are you seeing this right now’ to which his best friend just raises his eyebrows and chuckles, fully invested in the face off. “I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” People are starting to gather around, you step closer to her and feel Hwa’s hand squeeze your side as a warning but you ignore him. There’s a look of realization in her eyes and her face relaxes, “ahh,” she starts, “you must be the so-called drift princess.” Her faux friendly expression drops into a stoic one, “Where I’m from there are no nicknames. You’re either good or absolute shit.” She spits. 

Your heart hammers in your chest but you ignore it, “Is that a threat? Cause I bet you I can give you a run for your money.” At this point you’re so close to her you can see the glitter lining the underside of her eye. “If I lose, I’ll leave but if I win…” She pauses momentarily, looking behind you at Seonghwa, who stands arms crossed against his car, a serious look adorning his pretty features. He hated where this was going. “If I win I’ll have him.” You chuckle and so does Hwa, making the girl in front of you cock an eyebrow up in confusion at his reaction. “I hope you pick something else.” You say shifting your weight from one leg to the other. Her eyes wander to your right, “oof didn’t think the puppy had a designated owner but that’s fine. I’ll take your car.” People around you gasp and ‘ooh’ at her request. When you tongue your cheek, she feigns a pout knowing she’d hit the spot. “Deal, see you in 10.” She whips around and walks off somewhere. 

Before you can take a step, Seonghwa grabs your arm tightly, spinning you around to face him. “You must be out of your fucking mind. You bet off the car you’ve worked so fucking hard on?” He scoffs, his tongue pressed against his cheek in annoyance, “you’re fucking unbelievable.” He groans, your arms cross at your chest, resting underneath your tits, causing Seonghwa to glance down for a split second. “Oh but if it was you it’d make it okay?” You leave him with his words in his mouth, walking away before he even got the chance to get a syllable out.

Hongjoong laughs loudly at your attitude and Seonghwa’s distress, he slaps his friends back in amusement. “She’s giving you a run for your money huh Hwa?” He says. The annoyed man shoots his blonde friend a glare, resting his hands on his hips he throws his head back and huffs out a breath. 

You stand on standby waiting to get the okay from your girls as they check your car before the race. Your teeth toy with your bottom lip, nervousness settling in your tummy.

You hop in your ride and turn it on, the loud engine causing people to whistle. You might’ve been old to the game but the pre race jitters were very much real. Your opponent on the other hand seemed relaxed. Your hands are clammy on the wheel but with deep breaths you manage to bring the bile rising up your throat down. Hwa stands front row and you can see him through your windshield, he stares at you before whispering something to Yunho who was part of the KQ Fellaz. The tall and slender man draws his eyes to you as Seonghwa is in his ear, and he nods agreeing with whatever your boyfriend was saying. Hwa finishes and stands still in his spot, his jaw ticks, clearly upset at what was about to happen in just mere seconds. 

A girl in low rise jeans and a skimpy top comes between both cars, your foot presses on the gas, your car sputtering loudly. “Ready! Set! GO!” The pretty girl lifts her hand up and just like that your foot slams onto the pedal. You feel it before you see it as you zoom down the spacious garage. With your opponent already a couple feet ahead of you, your heart hammers in your chest, body running on pure adrenaline.

A tight turn is up ahead and you maneuver the wheel and use the e-brake to perfectly drift around until you’re heading straight again. She on the other hand turns slightly too wide slowing her down by a couple of seconds allowing you to zoom past her. The girl is hot on your ass but you keep her at bay not allowing her to get the upper hand. Her pretty face contorts in frustration as she struggles to make any moves. 

This is when you start to relax and it’s like you had never stopped racing. Your mind becomes so aware of your surroundings and what you were feeling. From the way your new wheels felt smooth on the cement, to the low vibrations shaking through you; this was euphoria. 

Your eyebrows knit together in pure concentration as you accelerate. You hit another tight turn, performing the drift that many struggled with effortlessly. Right before the parking garage ramp that spirals upward into the main street, you keep going straight. With a heavy foot you press on the gas, giving it all you got, you can see the exit of the garage and the final drift that everyone always anticipated. 

As you neared it you turned the wheel and pulled on the e-brake, successfully drifting up the ramp till you made it out, the hoard of people eagerly waiting. At the sight of the pink lights adorning the underside of your car, Seonghwa relaxes. You had fucking done it. Your wheels skid loudly as you slow down to park your car.

People high five you and jump on the hood celebrating what had basically been your comeback after so long. You hopped out the car, pulling your slutty skirt down and jumping on Hwa. His hands wrap around your waist, stuffing his face into your neck, taking in your sweet perfume. “Good job baby.” He whispers in that deep voice of his. “You’re so fucking hot you know that?” He says pulling you into a sloppy kiss. The girl who had raced you parks her car and hops out storming over to you. “That wasn’t fair.” She argues, “you are either good or absolute shit.” You shrug, reciting her words back to her. She grits her teeth and storms off, disappearing into the mass of people. You feign a pout and roll your eyes. As people start to head back down into the garage, Seonghwa pulls you into him. “Bad girl.” His words shoot straight to your pussy, a heat wave rolling over your body.

Another Friday rolls around, it'd been precisely one week since you won your first race back. It was already 11 PM but the streets of Tokyo were calling your name. Tonight’s outfit consisted of a low rise pleated miniskirt and a long sleeve crop top. You looked in the mirror, enjoying how your belly button jewelry dangled and glimmered under the warm lights of your room. Tonight would be special since Matz had gotten challenged by two random guys who wanted to claim territory. If there was one thing you loved to do on a night that Hwa would be racing was look pretty and sit like a good girl in the passenger seat of his car while he raced. I’ll be there soon baby, you sent Hwa a message through your pink flip phone hoping that he wouldn’t be too distracted to read it. 

Singular strands of your hair stick to your glossy lips as you cruise down the somewhat empty roads, the wind blows through your hair and you sing along quietly to the Nelly Furtado CD Hwa had gifted you. It wasn’t long before you were pulling up into the infamous garage. If there were alot of people last Friday, they had tripled today, of course just for Matz. You pulled into the spot next to Hwa, your loud exhaust catching his attention. He went from talking with Hongjoong to looking at you. He smiled at your car, still not over how perfectly the pink decked out car suited you. 

You killed the engine and hopped out, already feeling the eyes running over the expanse of your body, Hongjoong and Hwa included. If there was one thing about Hongjoong was that he did not care. Yes, Seonghwa was his best buddy, but he made sure to let Seonghwa know just how delectable you were with no shame. Still, in other ways he was respectful of his best friend’s relationship but he loved to take peeks anytime he could. 

You walk over to your boyfriend who instead of the iconic big fur coat wore baggy cargos and a muscle tee, his arms on full display. “Hey baby.” You say pressing a kiss on his cheek, you smile at the slight residue of your lips on his cheek. He grabs your chin and kisses you, you try to pull back but the suffocating grip on your face keeps you in place. His tongue toys with yours, and he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth before letting go with a final bite. When you pull away he grins at your flushed face and how he had basically eaten all the lip gloss off. 

“Hey Hongjoong.” You pant loudly, greeting the other man who had seen the entire exchange in front of him, he nods his head up at you, “drift princess has made a comeback huh?” He teases, you nod sheepishly. “Maybe next time you’ll take me up on a race?” You ask with big eyes and he smiles, “is that a challenge?” He asks, cocking his brow up, “of course.” He lets out an airy laugh, “that’s if Hwa lets you.” He teases, before walking towards his car. You turn to look back at Hwa who’s grip has tightened around you.

“Hongjoong is up first. Are you gonna be a good girl and cheer for him baby?” Seonghwa says leaning down so you could hear him. You nod and clap excitedly when you see Hongjoong’s car by the start line. As soon as Hongjoong takes off you and Seonghwa run towards the finish line, you both wait, watching through the small flip phone screens as people document the race. You cheer loudly when you notice Hongjoong’s car is ahead. In no time he is skidding up the ramp, drifting into the big pit. He had won! Hwa claps and whistles loudly at his partner's success, now it was up to him to win the second one to maintain the best of the best title. 

You follow your boyfriend down to the garage and hop into the 350Z, you inhale the fresh car scent mixed with his cologne. “Ready baby?” You ask him, he grips your hand and kisses it, “always.” 

Hongjoong peers in through the passenger side window, you buckle in as he talks to his best friend, paying no mind to what they were discussing. When he finishes he taps the edge of the window and sends you his infamous cheeky smile and a wink. 

You sit quietly, sucking in a breath and getting ready for the ride. Hwa exits the garage, and that’s when it becomes too real. One thing about Seonghwa was that he always preferred racing in the streets rather than the garage that almost every race took place in. You place a hand over your chest, feeling your blood pumping muscle thrumming beneath your fingers. At the sound of you sucking in another sharp breath Seonghwa turns his gaze to you. “Scared?” He asks, a teasing smirk playing at his lips. You purse your lips swallowing thickly, nodding. “It’s usually more dangerous Hwa, I hate when you do this.” You say, voice barely above a whisper. 

“Dangerous…” He scoffs, “That’s what I said last week when you raced and you still went against my word. So, sit, look pretty and hold on tight or get the fuck out.” He had gotten you there, regardless, there was no way to ever argue with Park Seonghwa. So, you shut your mouth up and look down at your fiddling hands.

The starter is another girl, she swings her bra up in the air and when it drops Seonghwa takes off. The g-force alone pulls you back into the seat, your hands grip the door handle and your seat, ironically your fear only grew. He hollers loudly already having a great advantage to his opponent, your body turns with the car as he drifts. You stared at his pretty features, his perfect skin and long nose bridge accompanied by his pink and plump lips. He’s too busy looking for the guy through his mirrors to really pay attention to anything else, the air blows violently into the car, your hair a mess now. The longer you sit in the car, the more you start to relax, the cool breeze in your face relieving your anxiety. 

Seonghwa startles you when he grumbles loudly, he hits the steering wheel out of frustration, his opponent had passed him. You weren’t too familiar with the path Hwa was taking, perhaps racing here once or twice before and if you remembered correctly he was more than halfway done. 

“Hold on!” He yells, he presses the red button beneath his thumb, immediately you are pulled back from the sudden acceleration. His 350Z zoomed by the guy in the other car and already you could see where the finish line was. Hwa keeps the man at bay as he rides his ass. As if it were clockwork the crowd of people disperse to make room for the infamous Park Seonghwa. He crosses the threshold into the pit of people, the car coming to a noisy stop. He cheers and you cheer along with him “I fucking love you.” He yells, you feel everything go in slow motion at that moment, the faces of the people cheering him on outside become a blur, it almost felt like you had ascended. “W-what?” you say in confusion, “I fucking love you. I am in love with you.” He says, smiling widely at you. 

Like a tradition, people hit the roof and hood of the car congratulating him on another victory. He pulls you into a heated kiss and when you pull away you lean into his ear. “I love you too Hwa.” He hops out of the car and you follow suit, instantly, he wraps his arms around you and lifts you up. Hongjoong comes up and gives him a hug, “we are still the best of the fucking best.” Hwa’s best friend yells.

The rest of the night you had spent velcroed to Seonghwa’s side, celebrating the win and watching other races go on. By 2am you were ready to call it a night. That's when Hwa pulls you aside, “wanna spend the night?” He asks tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. You nod eagerly, “we can get high and do whatever we want.” He whispers only for you to hear. His hands softly caress yours. “I’ll see you there baby.”

The drive to Matz’s garage is about 10 minutes, you pull in and park in the spot Seonghwa had reserved for just you.

The garage was Seonghwa’s and Hongjoong’s working space, it was scattered with car parts as well as half built vehicles. You stepped out of your pink mobile and headed up the metal stairs, your boots stomping loudly, sending vibrations up the railing. Hwa stands at the door and lets you in.

You stepped into the warm apartment, fully expecting Hongjoong to be there but instead it's quiet. “Where’s Joong?” You wonder, not wanting to impose on his personal space and most definitely not wanting him there if you and Hwa got to it. “Found some girl at the race tonight so he won’t be here.” 

As always Hwa hands you an oversized shirt, it was a routine any time you stayed at his. Given that your clothes weren’t always the most comfortable, he’d always have an oversized tee on deck just for you. You strip in front of him, already feeling his gaze burning holes into your supple skin. You sigh gleefully at the feeling of the tight clothes being off your body. 

Seonghwa sparks the blunt, his slender fingers bring it up to his lips, he takes a long drag and hands it to you. “I don’t know if I should.” You say quietly, weed just wasn’t your thing like it was Hwa’s. “It’s indica this time baby. You’re here with me, it’ll be okay.” You take the burning blunt from him and raise it up to your lips, praying that you wouldn’t end up panicking like the first time you had smoked with him. Your eyes close softly, as the smoke rushes into your lungs, affecting all your senses.

You hold the smoke in for a couple seconds, handing it back to your lover. Seonghwa takes 2 long hits, relaxing into the couch you two were on. Your eyes linger on  him, you could see his eyes drooping slightly from the marijuana. His limbs are loosely splayed on the couch, blunt hanging loosely between his pointer and thumb. Without much thought you reach for the burning plant and take another hit, that was enough to have you feeling like you were melting into the couch. You didn’t know how, but Hwa always managed to finish the blunt, this time was no different. 

“I’m pretty high right now.” He mumbles thoughtlessly slouching down even further. As the minutes tick by you feel yourself get more and more intoxicated. You felt tingles run up and down your arms and legs and your eyes felt heavy. Seonghwa drapes his fluffy blanket over the both of you when he notices your body starting to shiver. Normally, you’d be freaking out but for some reason you felt fine, just high. Seonghwa lays his head on your lap, eyes on the TV. You looked down at him watching his eyes slowly blink as he focused on Finding Nemo. The chills had subsided, if anything you felt warm now, even warmer as you felt Hwa’s hand trailing up and down your bare thigh. 

He grins slightly when he feels your thighs twitch beneath him. He kept this up for what felt like ages, never getting close to where you really needed him. Seonghwa shifts down, the full weight of his head now resting on your left thigh. You lean your head back on the couch when he runs his hand between your legs this time. He fully reaches your hot heat. “H-Hwa…” You whimper weakly, you pout when he looks up at you. He sits up, one leg pulled in and the other one resting on the floor. He presses his lips against yours, his hands gripping your face. Nothing was neat about the kiss, it was filled with hunger and lust. His spit coats your chin now and you moan when his tongue snakes between your parted lips. He roughly pulls you onto his lap, large hands going directly to rest on your ass. You pulled away momentarily, to mumble a quick “I love you Hwa.” He pauses his actions, fingers brushing messy hair strands away from your face, “I love you too baby.”

Seonghwa grunts when you grind down forcefully on him, he pushes you off him roughly, and drags you into his room. You bask in his sheets, his scent completely engulfing you, you felt like you were drowning in him. “Been wanting to fuck you ever since I saw you in that stupid slutty outfit of yours.” He tugs his shirt off you. Immediately his lips latch onto one of your buds while his free hand toys with your other tit. You felt like you were floating and in a way he felt so far yet so close. All your senses were on overdrive thanks to the weed. “Seonghwa please.” His hands wrap around the back of your knees to flip you onto your belly, 

His hand comes down heavy on your plush ass. Hwa smiles sinisterly at the red hand print forming, he feels himself twitch in his pants. He delivers a couple more slaps, “don’t think I have forgotten how you’ve been flirting with Hongjoong.” You lift your head up to protest but he shoves you back down and you let out a yelp. “What a slut. My best friend? Really?” He grits out as he works on the button of his pants.

You can’t push down the tears that sting your eyes, despite his words you knew he knew you’d only ever pick him, he just wanted to pick on you. 

You rest tummy down one cheek pressed against the mattress, “Hongjoongie keeps messing wi-.” You’re cut off by Hwa’s hand landing on your already abused skin. “Don’t try to make it his fault.” He grits, leaning his torso to get closer to your ear, “but honestly if I was him I’d wanna wreck you too.” A wave of arousal crashes over your body, shooting straight south. 

 Hwa pauses, watching the way your thighs pressed together. You sniffle, tears rolling freely now out of frustration. “Are you fucking crying?” Seonghwa says brushing your hair away from your eyes. He scoffs, “no way you’re fucking crying.” Seonghwa clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“It’s okay baby, maybe one day I’ll feel nice and let him fuck you too. Would you like that?” He teases, flipping you back onto your back. You shake your head ‘no’. He spreads your legs open and toys with your sensitive bud that your panties outline. “No? Because you’re soaked right now.” Without slipping the dampened undergarment  off he leans down and flattens his tongue against your cunt, soiling the fabric even further with his spit. 

Hwa works his long tongue languidly against you making you writhe in his grasp. “H-hwa.” You moan attempting to shove your hips against his face. The grip he has around your thighs prevents you from doing so. He presses harder against you and loosens his grip allowing you to fuck yourself on his pretty face. You groan, involuntarily grinding against him desperately trying to chase your high. “Cum baby cum.” He sounds muffled, the weed heightening every sensation has you teetering on the brink of your orgasm rather quickly. Right before you fall over the edge he pulls away; waves of what could've been your orgasm roll through you but fade as quickly as they came leaving you unsatisfied. 

You groan in annoyance, tears pooling in your eyes yet again. “You’re leaking from both ends now, that’s new.” Seonghwa says as he cups your chin, he leans down so his droopy eyes are directly in front of your teary ones. “There's no reason to cry so stop before I give a reason to.” His words make the tears actually roll down your face this time and he grins at the sight.

He flips you back onto your belly, “all fours baby.” As high as you were, you did your best to move into the requested position, your limbs moving slowly due to your impaired motor skills. He pulls your underwear down, sniffling slightly. You can feel his cockhead prodding at your sopping hole, you whine, wiggling your hips back against him. His large hands come to your shoulder blades to hold you down while he pushes in. You gasp at the intrusion, the stretch so delicious you squirm back to get more. “Stay still.” he grumbles annoyingly. He fucks into you hard, his hips being unforgiven against the globes of your ass. You keep shifting to which Seonghwa stops and places a hand on your lower back to deepen your arch. “Don’t move.” He keeps you there, his thrusts are deep and forceful, hitting that spongy spot deliciously. 

Your mouth is agape but there’s no sound coming out. “God- fuck Hwa,” you pant, tongue lolling out of your mouth and your eyes rolling back to your skull. “Feels good huh baby” He grunts, his own pants and groans filling the room, “so fucking perfect- you’re perfect.” He whines desperately, rutting into your wet pussy, you fight for air, your gasps sounding high pitched every time you sucked in air. 

He pulls out, “Get up quickly.” He commands, grabbing you by the arm, he manhandles you on your knees. “Open.” Your mouth drops open, tongue out ready for whatever he had to give you. Seonghwa wastes no time shoving his cock down your throat. You relax as much as you can, spit pooling in your mouth and falling onto your chest in thick ropes. Through the slits of your eyes you can see Seonghwa looking down on you with heavy eyes, the ‘Matz’ scribbled across his neck stretching beautifully as he throws his head back. Spit bubbles at the corners of your mouth and he grabs your head and shoves his dick desperately as far as he could until you are fighting to pull away.

You push back, resting your ass on your heels, fighting to catch your breath. “Good fucking girl baby. Cmon get up so I can’t fuck my load into you.” Hwa says, slightly out of breath. You lay back on the bed, hips hanging slightly off the bed, he slips right back in. Your spit mixed with your wetness, allows his cock to enter your walls smoothly. Your back arches off the bed as he fucks you hard, his hands push down on your waist once more to pin you down. 

The fat head of his cock hits your spot again. Everything feels far away now, but your orgasm is fast approaching. “You’re fucked d-dumb aren’t you. Does my dick do that to you?” He asks, his tongue running over his pink lips, “look at you can’t even fucking answer me.” Seonghwa’s hand wraps around your throat tightly while his free one toys with your clit, stimulating you to the brink of your orgasm, a couple more strokes and your legs begin quaking on his shoulders, “Fuck Hwa, sir too muc- I can’t.” You cry out, bringing your arms that suddenly feel so heavy to push him off but instead he wraps his hands around your wrists and presses them into the bed, “it’s o-okay baby. I’m almost there.” Sweat drops are now falling on you. He slows down his thrusts, he grinds himself into your cervix that sends him over the edge. His hips still and he groans loudly emptying his load into you. You whine, weakly trying to get him off, but still relishing in your postorgasmic bliss. He pulls out watching the way you weakly curl into yourself, his spunk seeping out of you and he can't help but smirk. 

“Don’t float away from me yet baby.” He says tapping your cheek. He slips the same shirt you had on earlier over your head and wipes you down. Slipping on some sweats and an old shirt he tucks himself in bed with you. Your eyes are now closed, the cloudiness of your high slowly dissipating but still, you felt exhausted. You slowly blinked, now realizing that Hwa had turned off the lights and you sleepily admired the way the neon purple lights from the signs outside illuminated the room.

“Hwa?” You ask into the darkness. “Hm?” He responds, not moving from his spot, “I might’ve agreed to another race next weekend.” You say sheepishly, he rolls his eyes in the dark, and you can feel the disappointment and annoyance radiating off him, “you’re in big trouble.”

[salemahn]

Alexia Putellas

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[teen6ge]

Seoul Drift ☆ 1

☆ summary: Ever since your mom tied the knot with Seungcheol's dad, you've been drawn to the electrifying world of drift racing. Watching Seungcheol—aka S.COUPS—tear up the streets, cementing his place as one of Seoul's top drifters, filled you with pride. From the moment you witnessed your first race, you've been itching to join in, begging Seungcheol to teach you the ropes. But he's always been dead set against it, wary of the dangers lurking in the shadows of the racing scene. However, everything changes when Wonwoo, a member of a rival crew, enters the picture. Suddenly, the lines between personal and professional blur, and seismic shifts rock both your personal life and Seungcheol's drifting career.

☆ pairing: fem!reader x racer!wonwoo

☆ genre: action. angst. eventual smut. strangers to lovers.

☆ word count: 3,6k

☆ a/n: IT'S HERE EARLY THAN I EXPECTED!!!!!!!! y'all, i have absolutely nothing to add. this is only the beginning and, soon enough, i'll evolve my writing, promise. i just hope you like it just as much as i did! i also would like to thank for the support and interest. next chapter i'll work harder. soon i'll post two important links to get you in the mood (playlist + aesthetic boards). that's it! thank youuuuuuuuuuu

“This is so exciting, isn’t it?” Yeeun's high-pitched voice chirps, breaking through the veil of your anxious thoughts about tonight's race. You turn to face her, mustering a somewhat forced smile as you nod in agreement before looking at Seungcheol again. It's unusual for you to feel this anxious about one of his races, but tonight, there's an unshakeable feeling that something is going to be different. The anticipation hangs in the air, thick with the promise of an electrifying night ahead.

Your stepbrother is already in his car, a white Acura NSX with striking red, gray, and black accents, poised at the starting line while awaiting the final racer to arrive. He exudes confidence, as always, unfazed by the tension of the moment. One hand firmly grips the wheel while the other casually supports his chin, his gaze scanning the crowd before meeting yours. A reassuring smile graces his lips, conveying silent encouragement. You couldn’t help but relax as you smile back, feeling way less nervous than before. 

A short, black-haired man strides confidently toward the first car, an all-black BMW M5, leaning casually over the driver's window to engage in conversation. "Hey, who's that?" Yeeun inquires, pointing in his direction. Your eyes instinctively roll at the sight of him.

"That's Hoshi. His real name is Soonyoung, but everyone knows him as Hoshi. He's part of this massive drift team called Supra NFZ. They're rivals with Cheol's team. Well, basically, they're the only rivals they have," you explain, crossing your arms. Yeeun listens intently, her gaze shifting to Hoshi for a moment before she scoffs. 

"Pigs," Yeeun mutters, and you can't help but giggle at your best friend's words. Honestly, you couldn't agree more.

"Yeah, they are. Plus, I don't know why Seungcheol keeps coming to their events. It's not like they're the only ones around..." you mutter, scanning the area as you observe people placing their bets with another member of the Supra NFZ.

"Maybe because they're our only rivals, as you said before, Y/N," Mingyu's voice chimes in, causing you to turn around. You're met with the flash of his professional camera as he captures a picture of you and Yeeun. Blinking rapidly, you close your eyes immediately after, the brightness burning into your retinas as you whine, slapping your hand against Mingyu's strong arm. He giggles in response. "I'm sorry, I just had to." 

"A'ight, listen up, racers," Hoshi's loud voice cuts through the chatter, instantly quieting down the crowd as all eyes turn to him. "Race starts in 2 minutes, with or without my guest, so get yourselves ready."

Not a minute after Hoshi's announcement, a loud roar of a car getting closer and closer fills the air, causing the crowd to scatter. A black, simple 1995 Mitsubishi Eclipse emerges, positioning itself beside Seungcheol's car. When the driver rolls his window down, Hoshi smiles as he opens his arms. “Wonwoo, you made it! A’ight, y’all. This is my guest, Jeon Wonwoo, a.k.a GAM3 BO1. It’s his first time, so let’s make him feel at home, a’ight?”

"Shit… We got a newbie." Mingyu exclaims in excitement, standing right behind you. His eyes scan the crowd, searching for his own team.

The crowd starts to buzz talking about the new competitor, your group included. Seungcheol glares at the dark haired man, smirking cocky as his engine roars impatiently, now turning to the other opponents, Bobby and Zico, who are adorning the same smile as him.

“Racers… Ready?” Hoshi asks, the drivers only speeding up in response, engines roaring loud and repeatedly. Wonwoo's eyes meet your stepbrother's, and for a moment, it seems like Wonwoo looks scared. Seungcheol is a serious man to those who don't know him; it's not uncommon for people to find him intimidating. However, once you get to know him, you understand that he's actually a very patient and caring person. That's why it's common to see the look of despair on his face as Cheol glares at him. You're beginning to feel nervous again as Hoshi stands in front of the now four cars, his arms lifting as the race is about to start. 

Engines purr impatiently as Hoshi begins to count down from 3 to 1, yelling "GO!" As expected, the first car to start moving is Seungcheol's, the last being from the newbie, but not too far behind. People cheer as they rush to the start line, now free of cars, to watch the vehicles until they disappear from view, yourself included. Yeeun cheers as loud as she can for Seungcheol, Mingyu joining her afterwards as soon as he drags Vernon, the newest member of Cheol’s crew, along with him. Your eyes are fixed on your stepbrother's car, the white Acura drifting beautifully as it turns right, almost side by side with Zico’s car, a purple Nissan 180SX S13, closing in on Seungcheol’s lead, which makes you bite your nail due to nervousness. 

As soon as the four cars disappear, the crowd darts to an alley, eager to reach the other side of the block where the finish line awaits. Mingyu is the one to bring you back to reality by grabbing your hand and forcing you to walk with the rest of the group to where the crowd is going.

"Gyu... I don't... I don't think Cheol is winning this one," you manage to mutter, your eyes filled with worry as Mingyu stops in his tracks to face you, his smile disappearing when he notices your serious expression.

"Hey! No, no, no. Don't you dare think he can't win this. Zico might be scary, but he's definitely not better than Coups, okay? Bobby and the other one are not even a competition anymore," he says, grabbing your chin and smiling fondly as he tries to soothe you. "He's got this, okay? And he needs us to be there when he wins yet another race. Let's go, love."

As soon as you reach the finish line, you spot Hoshi watching the race from a TV surrounded by a crowd of people trying to catch a glimpse of the screen as well. A drone camera hovers overhead, controlled by a long black-haired, skinny boy who sits by Hoshi's side. It's the same boy who was collecting people's bets before the race started.

From where you stand, you can see Cheol's car in the lead, with Zico following closely behind while Bobby and Wonwoo are locked in a fierce battle for third place. A wave of relief washes over you at the sight of your brother leading the race, and you notice Vernon, Mingyu, and Yeeun already opening a beer to celebrate the foreseen victory. You smile in relief, grabbing a beer yourself. 

"Ain't no way!" someone yells from the crowd, and your smile drops as you turn to face the screen, disbelief washing over you as you see what seems to be the unbelievable: Wonwoo closing in on Seungcheol. Over the buzz of the crowd, you can hear Hoshi's laugh, and your eyes remain fixed on the TV screen as both cars take a turn to enter the street where you are now.

Everyone moves to the sides of the finish line, their eyes glued to the two cars closing in on each other. Both drivers have already activated their Nitro gas, accelerating with every ounce of power they have in an intense final push to try to win.

Just when everything seems to be shrouded in uncertainty, Wonwoo's car starts to slow down a bit, a clear indication that his Nitro has run out, while Cheol keeps moving faster and faster, crossing the finish line. Drifting his car to mark a circle on the ground before coming to a stop, Seungcheol jumps out of the car, a victorious smile on his face as people rush up to congratulate him.

Yeeun jumps into his arms, showering him with kisses as he embraces her waist, murmuring words of love before letting her go to greet Mingyu and Vernon, both of them gushing about how incredible the race was. You watch him with a proud smile before wrapping him in a tight hug, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. 

"I'm so proud of you, Cheollie. That was scary, but also pretty amazing!" you say in a low voice, knowing how much he would hate it if everybody listened to your nickname for him. He winks at you before turning to the rest of the competitors, who are now talking to their own crew. Seungcheol walks up to them to congratulate them about the race. You eye the competitors you’re familiar with before your eyes land on Wonwoo, who has a satisfied smile on his face. His car has fog coming out of the hood, and he clearly lost a bunch of money. You couldn't understand how and why he's happy, but you couldn’t help but smile along with him, finding it adorable. 

"S.COUPS… Here's your prize. Congrats, man," Hoshi approaches your brother, his voice carrying a tone of somewhat fake admiration as he hands over the money they've collected before the race. It’s a BUNCH of money, and your brother's smile widens with pride and satisfaction as he accepts the winnings. "A'ight, let's party, people! The night is just beginning," Hoshi announces to the jubilant crowd, igniting a wave of excitement and anticipation for the festivities ahead.

After securely stashing away the prize money, Seungcheol strides confidently toward the new boy, whose skill nearly cost him first place, and crosses his arms, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. GAM3 BO1 turns to face him, his smile unwavering even as he lifts the hood of the car, releasing a billow of smoke. Seungcheol positions himself beside the boy, casting a critical eye over the engine as he inspects the interior, shaking his head in mock disapproval. His gaze returns to the boy. "Whatcha smiling about?" 

"Dude, I almost had you," Wonwoo declares, his tone filled with a mixture of determination and playful challenge, before pointing a finger squarely at your brother, and earning him a round of cheers and applause from the onlookers. Now you’re definitely laughing. Seungcheol grins at his words, looking over his shoulder at his teammates before looking at the boy again. 

“You almost had me? You never had me. You never had your car.” Cheol's words ring out, cutting through the air with a mix of humor and challenge that sends the surrounding crowd into fits of laughter. The infectious sound fills the air, causing your lips to press together to contain your own amusement. Despite the laughter, a sense of sympathy washes over you for the boy. Wonwoo’s eyes shift between the crowd and your brother, his smile unwavering.

Your brother strides confidently around the car as he continues, his voice carrying a playful edge. “Granny-shifting. Not double-clutching, like you should. You’re lucky that 100-shot of NOS didn’t blow the welds on the intake.” His words are met with a chorus of cheers in agreement, the crowd clearly enjoying the banter between the two racers. “Almost had me?” Seungcheol turns to the people behind him, their expressions a mix of disbelief and awe at the exchange that just unfolded. Without a word, they gesture for Wonwoo to leave, their reactions a testament to the intensity of the moment. The boy is still unaffected by any words or actions. 

“Ask any racer. Any real racer.” Cheol's voice booms with confidence as he returns to stand in front of Wonwoo, his demeanor commanding the attention of everyone around him. Mingyu and Vernon move closer to support their friend, their presence adding to the sense of camaraderie and unity among them. You watch the scene unfold with a grin on your lips, observing how your brother exudes an undeniable sense of cockiness when it comes to racing.

“It doesn’t matter if you win by an inch or a mile. Winning’s winning.” His words resonate deeply, echoing through the crowd and eliciting cheers and applause from all around. Some people even join in, yelling "yeah" to express their agreement with your brother's sentiment. 

And it was true. 

Although Wonwoo came close to overtaking Cheol's lead, he ultimately didn't win, and that's what matters in the world of street racing. Your brother turns around to embrace his girlfriend before making his way through the jubilant crowd, joining in the festivities as someone's car blasts music at full volume.

Meanwhile, you remain in the same spot, a sympathetic smile on your lips as you observe Wonwoo, who appears to be crestfallen as his car continues to emit smoke.

"You really didn't prepare for the race as you needed to, did you?" you remark, your tone a mixture of empathy and curiosity as you address the disappointed racer. He turns around as soon as he hears your voice, and sighs as he shakes his head.

“Apparently, I did not…” he chuckles, his expression a mix of resignation and amusement as he acknowledges his oversight. You find yourself smiling in response, drawn to his easygoing demeanor as you approach him, taking a closer look at his car.

“But he’s right. S.COUPS knows more about this than I do, clearly,” he continues, his tone tinged with admiration as he acknowledges your brother's expertise. “I thought only having Nitro gas was enough.”

You smile sympathetically, nodding in understanding as you lean against his car, your eyes scanning the crowd in search of your brother, who is now engrossed in the festivities with his teammates and Yeeun. 

“He’s not a bad guy, you know? He’s been in this game for a long time, so he knows and loves what he’s doing now. But he was just like you at first,” you remark, your gaze returning to Wonwoo, who mirrors your posture as he leans against his car beside you. “NOS isn’t enough, and whether you like it or not, drifting is also an important skill to master.” 

"Yeah... Do you race too?" His curiosity is genuine, evident in the way he speaks, as if he's genuinely interested in your involvement in the racing scene. You chuckle softly and shake your head, a hint of amusement dancing in your eyes.

"No! No, I... He would never let me," you sigh, your gaze drifting towards your brother once again. The familiar tension between you two surfaces once more in your mind. It's a recurring cycle - you ask him to teach you, he refuses, and before you know it, you're locked in another argument. "He hardly changes his mind."

Wonwoo hums in understanding, his gaze following yours to your brother, and a chuckle escapes him, prompting you to look at him with a slight frown, though a smile plays at the corners of your lips. "What?"

He shakes his head before returning his gaze to you, a playful glint in his eyes. "I was going to ask if he's your boyfriend or something, but he clearly isn't. He's almost swallowing the blonde girl he's with," he remarks, his observation laced with humor. You laugh in response, shaking your head at the amusing misconception.

"Oh, God, no! No, he's my brother. Well... Stepbrother," you clarify, offering a small smile as you dispel any misconceptions about your relationship with Seungcheol. Wonwoo hums again, looking at his own hands while toying with his fingers before speaking.

“So… It’s okay to ask for your number then, right?” he smiles at you, his ears slightly pink, a sign of his nervousness. You feel your cheeks burning as you smile shyly and nod in response to his question. “Yeah? What about a date?”

“Yes, Wonwoo! I’ll go out with you,” you say, unable to hide your excitement. His gaze is endearing as he looks at you, his eyes moving between your lips and eyes, a gesture that doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"Good. I promise it won’t be as embarrassing as today… At least not for me," he adds with a chuckle, and you both share a laugh, the tension easing between you.

After exchanging phone numbers, Seungcheol calls out for you, indicating it's time to go. Reluctantly, you begin to make your way toward him, though part of you wishes you could stay longer with Wonwoo. You're unsure if he'll actually ask you on a date, but the possibility leaves you feeling anxious and excited.

After a few moments, Wonwoo makes his way back to Hoshi’s garage, where the rest of the Supra NFZ crew has gathered, minus DK himself. Despite being a part of the team for two years now, Wonwoo has never actually met DK in person; he only knows of him through reputation. Stepping out of his car once it's parked, Wonwoo strides toward the table where the other members are gathered, their attention absorbed by a lively card game as they await his arrival. The first to acknowledge Wonwoo’s presence is Dino, the youngest member of the team.

“Oh, hyung! You’re back!” Dino exclaims, his cards dropping onto the table as the rest of the crew swivel around to greet Wonwoo. Rising from his seat, Hoshi gestures for Wonwoo to join them at the table.

“A’ight… Now that all of us are here, at least the Seoul division, let’s first congratulate Wonwoo for his performance tonight,” Hoshi announces, his applause prompting the other members to follow suit with cheers of approval. Wonwoo accepts the praise with a smug smile before settling into his seat at the table.

“I told you I could do it… Choi Seungcheol really thinks he won because poor Wonwoo didn’t know his way around,” he jests, his eyes rolling playfully as laughter ripples through the group. Rising to his feet, Dino takes it upon himself to retrieve beers for everyone before resuming his place at the table. After taking a sip of his drink, Wonwoo sinks back into his chair, the tension in his muscles easing slightly. “So… What’s next?” he inquires, his tone laced with curiosity.

“Hm… Right.” Hoshi sets down his beer, reaching for his notebook and flipping it around to display the screen to the assembled members. The file on the screen contains scant details about Seungcheol’s crew. “Here’s the plan. We need you to gather intel. Gain their trust, blend in, and become one of them. DK’s orders.” Hoshi outlines, his gaze locking with Wonwoo’s as he emphasizes the importance of discretion. Wonwoo nods in solemn understanding, taking another sip of his beer as he absorbs the gravity of the task ahead. “You still need to maintain your cover by using that beat-up car as your alibi to coax S.COUPS into helping and teaching you a thing or two. You cannot afford to be discovered. Understood?”

“Got it.” Wonwoo’s response is resolute and brimming with confidence, his determination evident in his tone. Hoshi shifts his attention to the rest of the group, clicking a button to transition to the next slide on his presentation.

“Great… Now, we know Seungcheol has a stepsister… I believe the best person to try to use her would be-”

“I can do it.” Wonwoo’s assertive voice slices through Hoshi’s sentence, prompting the short-haired man to give him a thorough once-over. “I actually spoke to her today and even got her number. She thinks I’m taking her out on a date later, so… Let me handle the Chois.”

“She isn’t a Choi. Not like Seungcheol,” Hoshi murmurs, his voice carrying a note of skepticism as he closes the notebook and straightens his posture. “I’m not entirely convinced you can handle her…” His arms cross over his chest as he subjects Wonwoo to another round of scrutiny, his gaze flickering to the other members of the team, gauging their reactions before finally shrugging. “But fine. If she gave you her number, there’s potential. But no romantic feelings, Jeon. Don’t make me regret it.”

As he checks his watch and rises to his feet, Hoshi lets out a muttered curse, hastily finishing the remnants of his beer and scrambling to gather his belongings. “Now scram. It’s late and y’all still need to work tomorrow. Dino, tomorrow you’re training Jun. I need him ready by the end of the month; Metaworld is happening, and we need him since Wonwoo will likely be racing for Seungcheol’s team.”

Dino and Jun exchange nods of understanding, echoing a simultaneous “yes, sir.” “Great! Hao, you’re in charge of DK’s new car’s design. He wants something along the lines of green neon fire. Don’t ask me what or how; just get it done and send it to me when it's ready.” Snatching up his car keys, Hoshi beckons to Seungkwan, and the two of them stride purposefully toward Hoshi’s car, an eye-catching orange 2020 Dodge Charger Hellcat Redeye. “Wonwoo, you’re heading to S.COUPS’s restaurant tomorrow. I’ll text you the address. Don’t forget about it.”

And with that, the rest of the crew departed the garage, their engines roaring to life as they dispersed into the night. Wonwoo offers a casual wave goodbye to his teammates as they peel out in their respective vehicles, leaving him alone in the empty space. Retrieving his cellphone from his pocket, he quickly shoots you a text, a simple confirmation that he indeed had your number.

"No romantic feelings," he mutters to himself with a scoff, dismissing the notion as he locks his phone. But deep down, a seed of doubt lingers. Maybe he didn’t realize it yet, but the wheels of fate had already been set in motion.

He would find himself drawn to you, just as you would to him.

☆ taglist: @kwonshiho - @aaa-sia - @tootheiass - @vlbi - @soonyoonswoo - @bekah931215 - @i-lovegojo

[thelovelyruin]

𝖇𝖇.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : choso x fem reader

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓: a pretty girl with a fast car, and choso just can’t get enough.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : smut, porn with plot, vaginal sex, praise, teasing, fingering, edging?

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 4.2k

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from bb by shygirl.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! racer choso is back by popular demand, i hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

I like bad boys, and I know they love me.

When Choso first saw you, you leaned against a GT-R, talking to a guy next to you, another girl in the passenger seat. God, you were sexy. You wore a black patent leather dress and red heels to match. You had your hair up in one of those claw clips and wore a pair of red shades, a gloss covering your lips as you smoked your cigarette. Your legs were on full display, a couple of tattoos here and there, and the chain that adorned your ankle didn’t go unnoticed either. He hadn’t seen you around before, but he was sure he would’ve noticed you out of all the girls who came out and took photos with the cars or stringing with their boyfriends. You were far too relaxed talking to the guy next to you, definitely not the behavior of someone whom you’d just met, so he figured he was your boyfriend. Unfortunately for him, Choso didn’t fucking care.

They say I've got a type; I just think they're lonely.

He walked up to the guy to start a conversation, shaking his hand, intending to use it to talk to you. He had to be respectful before he stole his girl, right?

“Hey, Choso.”

“Yuuji, what’s up.”

“Don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

“You’d be right, came out to support a friend.”

Choso pointed past him to the car; damn, she was a beauty. Looked full bolt-on, sitting on bags with a badass body kit, but the cherry red wrap really drew him in, presumably your suggestion to Yuuji.

“Fuckin’ nice, dude, what’s it running on?”

“E85.”

You walked around the car, interrupting their conversation. You leaned on the hood as you looked at Choso, him taking a surprised look at you and then back at Yuuji, who was currently chuckling.

“Sounds like she knows her stuff, huh.”

“‘Cause it’s hers.”

You smile at him and wave, bringing your cigarette up to take a puff again. Choso was in shock, smirking at the little joke both of you were trying to pull.

“Yeah, no way.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means a pretty girl like you isn’t whippin' a ride like this.”

“Yeah? Why’s that? Give me the least sexist reason you have.”

Choso wiped down his face in disbelief.

“Now, fuck off while I still think you're cute.”

Choso gave a look to Yuuji, who gave one back that said oh well, dude. Choso didn’t have a lot of flaws, but there was one that was pretty damn big- his fuckin’ ego.

It's cold on these streets, or so they tell me.

“So race me, princess.”

“Whatcha drivin’?”

“Twin turbo MK5 Supra.”

You started laughing at him, taking your shades off to get a good look at him.

“At least make it worth my while!”

“Really? Then why not? You sound pretty fuckin’ confident.”

You get up from the hood now, throwing your cigarette on the ground and stepping on it as you give him a straight look. A Supra was nothing to sneer at, especially with twin-turbo, but it had nothing on your GT-R runnin’ 1800 HP.

“Because I know I’d fuckin’ win. I’d hate to beat you in front of everyone, considering I’m new here.”

“If you’re so sure, let me see you do it.”

You brought your lips up to his ear, grabbing his shirt as you raised to his height.

“If you insist, dollface.”

I keep the conversations brief; we ain't friends, but he'll see.

Your friend got out of the car as you told her what was about to happen. She chuckled and walked with you to a big group of people huddling in the middle of the lot, taking bets. She got their attention, and they looked at her with unserious faces.

“This fucker wants to race my friend. Start a pot.”

The guys got a good look at you and Choso, obviously not taking you seriously, which led to a $15K pot, $3K from Yuuji and Mai on you, and the other $12K on Choso. Yuuji drove your car to where you’d start on the line, Choso driving his. You two looked at each other as you let down your hair, passing the clip and jacket to Yuuji.

“Ready?”

“Are you? Might wanna lose the heels, princess.”

“No need.”

You two got into your respective vehicles, Mai standing between them to raise her hand as you revved your engines. Then, you were off.

Different faces but the road stays the same.

He fuckin’ lost.

You got out of your car with a smirk, putting your jacket back on as the group of guys from before praised you, practically kissing your feet, and just like that, you were $5K richer. Choso walked up to you as you headed back to the lot, walking alone as Yuuji and Mai gathered your prize money. He began clapping, causing you to turn around and smirk.

“Good job, you beat me.”

“Told ya so.”

You leaned against the car now, presumably reaching to pull out another cigarette as Choso put his arm up on the door next to you.

“You're pretty fuckin’ cocky, ya know that?”

“Yeah? Whatcha gonna do about it, sweetheart?”

Every man's a drilla till he's in the bed calling my name.

Choso slammed his lips against yours, putting his other arm on the car, caging you in. You returned the kiss, bringing a leg up to his hip, which he accepted, standing between them and massaging the skin there. The feeling of his hand gripping your ass sparked something inside, slipping your tongue in his mouth as his other hand found the back of your neck. Your dress was pretty damn short; anyone walking by would’ve gotten quite the view. He slipped a hand up your chest, groping your tits as you moaned, lips moving to your neck.

You can run and hide; I’m running game.

You brought your hand down his hips, pulling his phone out of the front pocket. With a little push, he stumbles back as you put his phone up to his face, unlocking it. You typed something, handing it to him as you brought your face up to kiss his cheek. With that, you turned and walked, laughing as you left Choso flustered, trying to understand what happened. He looks at his phone, your number staring back at him.

“In case your itchin’ for a rematch.”

Only one winner in this bitch, and I win everything.

Coulda been fucking with a guy; my vibe.

When Choso initially texted you, it was because he did want a rematch. But he also wanted to finish what you guys started the other day. You’d been on his mind as he was working on his car, working out, even when he was, you know. And fuck, you were hot. Constantly posting pics of yourself on cars, often with little clothing, you’d made a career out of modeling. Sometimes Mai was in them with you, you guys being pretty involved with the community. So, why hadn’t he seen you before? It was itching him; the car meets were city-wide, so you had to have come from somewhere else. I guess that answer would come as he got to know you.

“Plans later?”

“Depends, whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“That would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it?”

“I guess so. Time?”

“5.”

“See ya then.”

“You got it, princess.”

He hung up the phone, grateful. He’d been nervous that you only saw him as the asshole you beat, but luckily, you liked him enough to let him take you out, and kiss you, and grope your tits. Fuck, he was getting hard.

You picked out your earrings as he pulled up; that backfire could be heard from a mile away. You wore a leather top and skirt today (if you could even call it that) and a pair of knee-high boots. As you walked up to him, you smiled and bit your lip, looking into his eyes as you crossed your legs. He had to clear his throat after gazing at your figure, too focused on the hem of your skirt to think appropriate thoughts. 

“Hey, princess.”

“Hey there.”

“You look pretty damn good.”

“When do I not?”

Fuck, you were on your cocky shit again. Choso opened the door for you, helping you into his low seat. As he got into the car, he got an eyeful of you, not even caring if you noticed. Which you did, bringing his chin towards you until your lips nearly touched his.

“Hungry much?”

“I am, actually.”

“So, you’re taking me for dinner?”

“You got it, angel.”

He smiled as he sat back, bringing his hand down to your thigh. Now you were pretty hot, but it wasn’t until you shifted gears for him that he was tempted to fuck you in his back seat; he was continuously arguing with his dick to calm down. You guys pulled up to a hotel, parking in the garage, too scared to let the valet drive his car. He guided you through the lobby and to the elevators and met with an attendant who requested your reservation. With a flash of Choso’s screen, she called the elevator, inputting a code and pressing the “RT” button.

“You two have fun!”

With that, you guys were brought up to the 30th floor. Getting off, Choso spoke something to the hostess standing outside the doors. When you guys pulled up to the hotel, you weren’t expecting to see the open restaurant atop it. Directed to a table on the overlook, the hostess thanked you both and called your waiter. Now, this was fuckin nice. The restaurant had ambient lighting, a fire pit in the middle of the rows of tables, and a view of the city below. You looked over at Choso, who was looking back and forth between you and the overlook.

“Nice rez.”

He perked up at your comment, getting the validation he wanted from you. He hated that you’d made him like this, eating up all the attention you gave him. The loss was enough to humble him, but the comments on your photos were not for the weak. And weak he was, for you, of course.

“Thanks. Whatcha drinkin’?”

“Well, depends. What’re we doing after this?”

Choso looked you up and down, eyes lingering on your legs as he licked his lips.

“Anything you want, angel.”

You blushed a bit, averting your attention to the waiter who had walked up to the table.

“Cosmopolitan, please.”

Picked one who was pretty; you know I like a pretty guy.

After a few drinks and a nice dinner, his gaze fell back to you, looking over the restaurant's railing. You were so fuckin' pretty. Cheeks flustered from the alcohol, your usual stuck-up demeanor a bit more relaxed, just like your lips fixed slightly open, almost in a pout.

“Did you enjoy dinner?”

“It was pretty good, thanks.”

You crossed your legs, smirking as you looked into his eyes. 

“So, what’s your endgame here?”

“Whatcha mean?”

“I mean, you’ve taken me out, been textin’ me almost every day for the past two weeks, pretty much-”

“I want you, real bad.”

He’d leaned into the table now, hand caressing your thigh underneath it.

“Is that so?”

His hand began sliding up your leg, fingers playing with the hem of your skirt.

“Want you to be my girl, that is, if you want to.”

His hand began to go beyond your skirt, fondling with the strap of your thong. Suddenly, the waiter returned, handing Choso his card back and thanking him for the visit. When he turned back to you, you were already standing, reaching out for his hand so he could lead you two back to the car.

“I’ll think about it.”

God, I don't give a fuck, but I guess I always do.

As you walked through the lobby, you got a text from Yuuji in the group chat.

"Some dude’s talkin' shit. Says you got lucky the other day with Choso, hadn't raced against a real ride."

"A real ride? What's that fucker driving?"

"He has a few builds. Don't know what he'll pop out with."

Mai opened up the messages, responding to the two of you.

"Okay, if he wants it, he can get it. What time?"

"9."

You checked the time: 8:23. Choso had stopped, seeing the look of irritation on your face.

"What's wrong?"

You showed him the chat, obviously irritated.

"No problem, we can swing back to yours and head over."

"There's not enough time for that. I'll have Yuuji and Mai meet us there with my car."

With that, you both walked to Choso’s car. He’d had a few drinks, so he was feeling pretty good. And by pretty good, he was fingering you on the way to the meet. A thirty-minute drive =  25 minutes to play with your pussy, and he was more than happy to take that option. The only issue was you were concentrating on changing the gears, putting your lives before your pleasure, but you weren’t gonna lie; it was a hard decision. A little tipsy, you were feeling loose, legs wide open to him so he could touch you, alternating between fucking you with his fingers and rubbing your clit. You were loud, too, moaning his name as his pinky held the fabric of your panties to the side so he could fuck you properly. He was in love with you, at least with how you rubbed your hips into his fingers, begging to cum. Unfortunately, that came to an end pretty quickly, getting yourself together as Choso pulled over. He wanted you to get a chance to cool off, kissing you as you fixed your panties and pulled your skirt back down.

As you pulled up, people recognized Choso’s car; that deep purple wrap was his staple. They didn’t expect to see you stepping out of it, recognizing you as the girl who beat him two weeks ago, taking a smoke before shit went down. You looked around the lot; you saw Yuuji and Mai hadn’t quite arrived, reaching down to shoot a text to-

“So, you made it, bitch.”

This asshole walked up to you as you sat on Choso’s hood, his arm unwrapping around your waist as he stood before the guy. Now, while it was admirable that Choso was ready to fight for you, you had to fight your own battles, and if this fucker wanted one, he was gonna get it. You pulled Choso’s arm back, walking up to the guy yourself. This guy was taller than you, not as tall as Choso, but you still had to look up at him as you spoke.

“You said a real ride, huh? What would that be?”

“Porsche 911 Turbo S.”

You smirked at the guy, laughing in his face as he looked at you, pissed off.

“Don’t make me fucking laugh! No, really, you should be a comedian! That damn twin turbo isn’t gonna take you far, sweetheart. That and your horsepower is just as short as your cock.”

The guy got closer to you, grabbing your wrist, making Choso almost fuckin’ pounce on the guy, but you raised your hand to keep him back.

“You talk a lot of shit, girl. Heard you came from the tri-state; whatcha doin’ down here? Tired of losing?”

“The opposite actually, got bored winning against all those dicks back home, so I moved out here for a challenge, which obviously, I’m not gonna get. Now, get your sweaty hand off me before I ash my Marlboro on your arm.”

He retracted his arm, face twisted.

“So, where’s your car bitch?”

“On its way, what, getting hard in anticipation? She is pretty damn sexy.”

“What, did you come here to talk shit?”

“Far from it, slow your brakes, and maybe I’ll let you cum. She’ll be here shortly.”

“Gotta wait to clap your sad excuse of a GT-R. Bet you’re shit with anything else; you pick one of the easiest imports to call your baby.”

Choso had had enough of this shit. He walked up to you and put his car keys in your hands, looking up at the guy with a look that said he was ten seconds away from getting his ass beat.

“Then race her in my car, unless you’re just a yappy bitch.”

If it isn't wrong, then I'm not looking out for you.

You both went to the starting line, Choso driving it up and doing the road test. As two guys from the group prepped your lanes, you looked at Choso in concern as he leaned against the car.

“Ready, princess?”

“What if somethin’ happens, I don’t wanna fuck up your car.”

“Trust me, if somethin’ happens, the last thing I’m thinkin' about is this car.”

“So, be my passenger.”

“That means you really can’t fuck up my car.”

You smiled at him and jabbed his shoulder, pulling him in for a kiss. You two walked over to it, hopping in and getting strapped up. He brought a hand over to rest on your thigh, moving it soon after so you could move the gear shift. As a guy walked between the cars to flag, Choso took a good look at you. You looked the most serious he’d ever seen you, eyes forward as you patiently waited for the flag to come up. It was hard for him not to look at your skirt, riding up from how you sat in the seat, panties probably sitting on the-

Choso hadn’t even realized the flagger signaled the takeoff. You reached 100 in 3.5 seconds, pushing him back in the seat as you shifted gears to accommodate the rapid change. From the passenger mirror, he could see the Porsche falling behind, obviously not matching the launch of Choso’s car. As you passed the finish signal, you began to slow down, Porsche catching up. You come to a complete stop now, starting to back up to the starting line. You looked good, hair messy and face flustered, eyes blown from how intense you had to concentrate and the adrenaline pumping through you. Probably the vodka, too.

You hopped out of the car, waiting for the asshole to pull back in, smirking at his loss. He got out of it, even angrier than before, cursing out the flaggers and accusing them of fucking with the signal. Right on time, Mai and Yuuji pulled up in your car, handing you the keys.

“We miss something?”

This time, Mai had replaced Choso as passenger princess, buckling herself in as they warmed the tires. The asshole flipped you off as he returned to his Porsche, obviously holding a grudge. Probably because there was a $40K pot now, and $30K of it was on you. This didn’t take very long at all. The second the flaggers cleared you, you were gone, but this time, his Porsche was neck and neck with yours. As you pulled back, guys were already arguing about the win. Everyone was in outrage; most people were pissed off and claimed loss on a $40K pot. With that, they agreed to review the footage in slo-mo, getting back to everyone as soon as they determined the winner. The cocky asshole smirked, saying things like, ‘We know I won,’ and ‘Tell that bitch she lost.’ You rolled your eyes and lit your cigarette, not like there was anything you could do but wait for the results. Yuuji and Mai said bye as they drove off in Yuuji’s 340i, leaving you and Choso at your car.

“You did good, princess.”

“Yeah?”

He looked you up and down, licking his lips again with half-lidded eyes.

“Let me show you how good you did.”

Only making eyes at a bad boy, one or two of the crew.

“Fuck!”

You practically couldn't get off each other after you and Choso met at your house, even forgetting to lock the front door. He didn't even bother taking you to your room; he had to get your thong off as soon as possible. And now, he was lapping you up on the couch as you pulled on his hair. Shit, he could eat pussy. Your eyes were rolling back, so blissed out you couldn't tell if it was the aftermath of three cosmos or just how good his tongue worked in and out of you. He was going wild, sucking at your clit a little harder every time you said his name, arms wrapped around your legs to pin you down and get you as close to his face as possible. You tasted so fuckin' good; happy to indulge in it now; licking you off his fingers earlier was just a tease. He licked you a little faster as your thighs began to tense on the sides of his head; he could tell you were about to cum. You groaned his name the loudest you had so far and finally let go. He was fuckin' drowning, and he loved every second of it. He was so fuckin' proud of you, not just because you came for him, but also because you beat that asshole earlier.

“That’s my good girl, that’s it, give it to me.”

As you came down, you got up, walking Choso back to your room. You pulled your top overhead and lost your skirt, naked, as you pushed him back to sit on the bed. You work fast to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down, taking his boxers down with them. He helps you out by removing his shirt, not nearly fast enough for how quickly you’d gotten on top of him, straddling his hips as you moved your pussy back and forth over his shaft, begging him to fuck you. Well, how could he say no to that?

If you got an attitude, I'ma take a ride with you.

Choso lifted your hips a little, sinking you onto his dick slowly as you anchored yourself on his chest. You were moaning so fuckin’ loud, throwing your head back as you bounced up and down on his dick, finally finding the relief of his teasing all day. His hands gripped your hips, meeting your hips to thrust into you until, eventually, you started to slow down, getting tired from fucking him so fast. So, he sat up, adjusting you so you were on your knees, straddling his waist as he bounced you up and down on his dick. He groaned your name over and over in your ear, bringing a hand up to hold your back, bringing your tits into his chest before bringing his head down to suck at them, still fucking into you at a dangerous pace. He almost felt selfish for how fast he was fucking you, but you were so high on cumming earlier that you took every thrust he gave you, giving him those pretty whimpers every time he hit that special spot inside of you, but you needed him to keep hitting it, wanting to waste no time.

“Baby, make me cum again.”

“Yeah, baby? Want to cum for me again?”

You tried to say yes, but Choso was already flipping you over; he was on top of you, pushing his dick back into you, hitting that spot immediately. Fuck, he was consistent, ramming his hips into yours right there, reaching your hand up to grip his hair and bite his neck as he drilled into you. You were so fucking close, scratching your nails down his back as he took you exactly where you needed to be. You became undone on him, moaning his name into the room as you gripped his back and the sheets.

“Yeah, baby, cum for me. Fuck you feel so good…”

He fucked you through your orgasm; the spasms of your pussy, as you came, made him feel like nirvana, fucking into you deep as he chased his high. Within seconds he came inside of you, fucking his cum deeper into you as you held him, spent from overstimulation.

You can run and hide; I’m running game.

Choso rolled over, falling next to you on the bed, practically gasping for air after cumming so hard. He’d wanted you for so long, and seeing you in that outfit all night had made him feral. You got up first, putting your hair up in a clip as you walked to your bathroom to clean up, and as much as he didn’t wanna see you go, the brilliant view of your ass as you walked out the bedroom door made him want you to leave. You came back and cleaned his dick off, which he thanked you for with a kiss and a slap to your ass. Getting in bed with him, he wrapped his arms around you as you rested a hand on his chest.

Suddenly, your phone lit up with a text from Mai in the group chat. You opened the message, a slo-mo recap of the race from earlier. You had passed his Porsche ever so slightly, and the organizers declared you the winner of the race. Not like you’d ever think you’d lose.

Only one winner in this bitch and I win everything.

♱ the song used in this story is bb by shygirl. 🖤

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[pedrisbanana]

could you write something where the reader moved in and her house is next to pedri’s one her window is also next to pedri’s one so every time she gets changed she does it in front of the window to tease her next neighbor

Warning: It's not really dark, but it leans towards it a little bit

The thin line between imagination and reality...

Enjoy 🍌

Ghosting Touch

The first time it happened, you didn't really pay attention. Maybe you were delusional, because why should someone watch you ? 

The second time it happened, you stared for a little longer through the window on the other side, but you couldn't really see anything... or rather anyone. So you continued you moisture and got dressed as usual. 

The third time, a pair of eyes flickered back, being gone as soon as he spotted you. You held the towel to your chest, counting the seconds before moving on as well.

From that moment something challenged you. Maybe it was the way his eyes raked over your freshly showered, naked body or it was the way he acted like nothing happened whenever you greeted each other at the doorstep. 

He was interesting... 

You didn't really know much about your next door neighbor. He must be around your age. His name was Pedro and he lived together with his brother. Pedro drove a green Mini Cooper and a black Supra Formentor. 

When you introduced yourself, he was friendly and his voice calm. He was attractive and had an athletic build, but he wasn't tall. You barely needed to tilt your chin to look at him. Pedro often had a friend over. He called him Gavi. 

He must be rich, you figured. 

This neighborhood wasn't cheap, your own apartment being paid by the scholarship you got for your studies. You didn't know what he worked, being home most of the time. Maybe he's an heir and doesn't need to work. 

What you knew was, that it became some sort of ritual. Him peeking behind his window when you moisturized and dressed after showering or when you got dressed in the mornings. 

He never stared at you like some creep, he seemed rather admiring, like he was looking at a painting or a sculpture. 

Pedro's stare wasn't making you uncomfortable either. You enjoyed giving him a show, which made you sometimes feel like a creep. 

It was never too sexual tho. Just a quick pinch to your hardened nipple. Your hands lingering a little too long on your chest. Thumbs skimming just above the spot between your thighs. A little bite into your lower lip. 

 And it's not like you masturbated or something. You couldn't see if he did. Hopefully not, right ? 

Sometimes, at night, you imagined him. On top of you. Lips exploring your skin, worshipping you the way his eyes did. His hands spreading the moisturizer. 

You felt ashamed when you silently screamed his name into your pillow in ecstasy.

-

Today felt different. 

When you stepped into your bedroom, you shivered. Closing the window to the small balcony, you observed the other side. The architecture of the two houses was symmetrical. You couldn't see him. You swore that you had closed the window prior to your shower.

Usually he stood next to the tall window, body barely hidden by darkness and the thick fabric of his curtains. 

Today, sunlight gleamed into the room. The corner of the bed told you he also used it as a bedroom. Maybe his own ? 

Backing away, you went over to your drawer. It was already noon, so you decided on a light blue tank top with lace detail and some sweatpants. 

Reaching for the lowest drawer, you paused. It wasn't fully shut. You were sure you didn't leave it open. 

Inside, every pair of panties was as neatly folded as usual, so you pushed the weird feeling away that nudged at your brain. The choice was easy, light blue cotton with a small bow. Matching. 

You put the clothes atop of your neatly folded duvet where you had already thrown the bottle of moisturizer before showering. Taking another peek through the window, disappointment made your lips into a frown. 

He wasn't there. It made you unsure. He was always there, why not today ?

Shaking your head at your silliness, you loosened the knot of your towel and let it fall to the floor to pool at your feet.

But it never pooled at your feet. The familiar deep voice startled you. 

"Missing me, hermosa ?" his warm hand clamped over your mouth, but you didn't scream. 

You couldn't. His presence made you freeze. 

Noticing this, he dropped his hand and leaned towards the bed. His clothed front pressed against your naked body, making you shudder. 

Your gaze dropped to his hands, now encircling you, watching him put some of the moisturizer in his hand. A black ring decorated his left ring finger. You had never noticed him wearing a ring.

His lips found your neck, softly pecking and nibbling the skin. The feeling was unbelievable.

"Close your eyes." 

You did. The only sound being heard now was his hands rubbing the moisturizer between them. 

When his hands first touched your skin, you flinched from the cold. He started with your stomach, carefully spreading the liquid. It surprised you that his hands didn't stay at your private parts, but rather move up to your navel again, after making sure everything was decently moisturized down there. 

Whispering sweet nothings into your neck, he focused on your chest. He mapped out every detail. The pads of his fingertips played with adding and releasing pressure. 

You were breathless. 

"Pedro..." you whimpered as he found your nipples. They were hard pearls and he rubbed them between his fingers.

"Shhh" his voice soothed you, luring you even more into his spell. He licked his lips, you felt his wet tongue under your ear. 

You felt him reach forward again, probably to get some more of the lotion. Pedro stepped away so he could focus on your back. A feeling of emptiness spread through your body at the loss of his warmth against you.

His hands were rougher now, kneading the sore muscles. He seemed to find every tension and knot. You wondered how he knew exactly where to massage you. 

He reached down again, this time giving your shoulder a little kiss. Being softer while putting the cream on your arms, he took each one to his full attention, Kissing your hand softly before letting go. 

The whole situation had your senses heightened. His touch erecting every nerve ending in your body. It had moisture collecting between your thighs and you hoped he wouldn't stop anytime soon.

Putting one hand one your hip he leaned his chin on your shoulder, hints of stubble scratching your spoiled skin. 

Your lips parted slightly as he started to speak again.

"That's a pretty color. Also, I have a thing for lace. You know me so well, amor" 

You felt like he was looking directly at your face, but you didn't dare to open your eyes. He guided your hands through the straps of the tank top you had laid out before. 

It made you clench your thighs. There was something unbearably erotic of him dressing you, instead of undressing you. Like you were a doll. His doll.

Making sure to keep your eyes shut, you helped him put the cotton over your head. Luckily you didn't wash your hair in the shower. The way he took your hair out from under the top made your spine tingly. 

His hands brushed your nipples again when pulling down the hem. Purposely, you figured. 

He held your hand. 

"Lay on the bed." his voice was calm and steady. Did this leave him completely unbothered ?

Relaxing on the duvet, he pushed you to the edge of the bed. He kneeled in between your legs now. You hoped he didn't see how turned on you were by him. 

He set your foot on his shoulder, spreading the lotion up to your groin. Goosebumps erupted on your skin and you had the urge to touch yourself. 

Feeling the need to give your body the pleasure it was begging you for, your clit was begging you for. His plush lips ghosted over your ankle and the barely there sensation almost had you moaning his name. 

Taking a deep breath, you concentrated. He worked his way down the other leg, giving no less attention. When he kissed your ankle this time, you pushed your hips up. 

He chuckled, which made you even wetter. Still holding onto your ankle, he pushed forward so that your thigh was now resting on his shoulder. The material of his shirt felt soft against your leg. 

You waited for the feeling of his mouth, but he didn't move forward. Instead, he reached up and guided your hand towards your centre. His fingers over yours, you felt how your excitement coated you both. 

You moaned as he lead your fingertips over your clit in circular motions. Back arching, you decided not to hold back anymore. For what ? 

It wouldn't take you long to explode, so you kept the attention on your bundle of nerves, but Pedro pushed your hand down to your slit. 

He pushed two of your fingers inside, making you clench around yourself. The heel of your hand grazed your clit ever so often, a familiar feeling building in your lower stomach. 

Suddenly, you felt him push two fingers of his inside, underneath yours. He pushed them in every time you pushed out. Your body was on fire.

His name on your lips, you pushed your hips to meet the thrusts of his and your fingers inside of you. Your other hand sneaked underneath your top to play with your breasts. 

Your pace became quicker and you thrust your hips into emptiness, until a wave of pleasure came over you. Teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you rode out your orgasm, enjoying every second of it. 

Your whole body was shaking and your toes curled at the image of Pedro watching this exact moment. 

You couldn't keep your eyes shut any longer. You had to look at him, even if you were scared of the aftermath. 

When you calmed your breath and the hazing dizziness in your head faded away, you opened your eyes. 

Nothing. 

You propped up on your elbows to sit up, but you were alone. Looking around, your apartment hadn't changed. No one seemed to be here. 

But it felt so real. He felt so real. 

Sighing, you got up to clean up. Slowly, but surely you were going crazy. 

After putting on your panties and sweats you decided to go to sleep, since apparently you needed it. Much. 

- 

The next day, you decided to go for a run after breakfast to clear your head and you had a feeling it really helped you. You kept on the clothes from last night, throwing them in the hamper afterwards anyway. 

When you reached your home again, you took a peek in the mailbox as usual. 

A letter from FC Barcelona dropped into your hands. Adressed not to you, but to Pedri Gonzalez - Lopez. 

Pedri. A nickname. Interesting. 

Or not. He was probably just a fan. 

Deciding not to snoop, you made your way over to his house and rang the doorbell. Hopefully he was already awake. 

After a few minutes, he opened the door. 

"Buenos dias. Up so early already ? What can I do for you ?" he smiled at you. 

It threw you a little off guard and you didn't even know why. You cleared your throat. 

"Buenos dias. Umm.. this was in my mail box" God, you couldn't even look him in the eyes. 

Handing him the letter, you stopped. There was a familiar black ring decorating his finger. 

No. That would mean he... 

That would mean last night wasn't a dream and he actually broke into your house. No. It was probably just a coincidence. 

"So.. aren't you gonna let go ?" he cocked an eyebrow. 

"Oh yes, sure. I'm sorry" 

You really needed to get a grip. Or a doctor. Or both. 

"Thank you, have a nice day." he smiled again. "By the way... I really like that color. It suits you." 

Pedri winked and closed the door, leaving you flushed and startled. 

Oh, what a realistic imagination you had.

A/N: I know this probably isn't what you had in mind when requesting but I hope you still enjoy reading.

A slightly darker, but still intriguing take. Yes I know that Pedri would probably never ever do this, but maybe it was all just the readers' fantasy anyway 😝

Let me know what you think 💕

[colonel--sarge]

THE DREAM PACK AS DESCRIBED IN THE DREAM THIEVES

Joseph kavinsky

- gold chain necklace (pg 26)

- refugee's face (hollow eyed and innocent) (pg 26)

- long nose (pg 49)

- hollowed out heavy-lidded eyes (pg 49)

- dark, arched eyebrows (pg 49)

- spiked hair (pg 49)

- a small earring (pg 49)

- chain around his neck (pg 49)

- white tank top (pg 49)

- always moving (pg 49)

- "something erratic and vulgar about the full line of his lips" (pg 49)

- lives in a "hellish affluent subdivision" (pg 95)

- screws up the shift from third to fourth (pg 97)

- "hummed with a restless, unpredictable energy" (pg 180)

- "...erasing the ribs from his concave torso" (pg 211)

- "with his hollow cheeks, he was a ghoul in this light" (pg 212)

- "...was late, as always" (pg 266)

- wears white-rimmed sunglasses (pg 267)

- "...wore a white tank top, and his exposed shoulder was raw and beautiful as a corpse" (pg 268)

- "...the vein-covered peaks of kavinsky's knuckles..." (pg 284)

- his father: rich and powerful and Bulgarian, lived in Jersey where he was possibly a mobster (pg 313)

- his mother: tanned and fit and make with non-factory-standard parts, lived in the suburban mansion with kavinsky (pg 313)

- the rumor was: his mothers nasal septum had been eaten away by cocaine and his fathers patriarchal instinct had died when kavinsky tried to kill him (pg 313)

- "is it true that you tried to kill your father?"(said by ronan) "I never try to do anything, man. i do what i mean to" (kavinsky's response) (pg 313)

- "he tried to kill me" (talking about his father) (pg 314)

-  "his eyes glittered. he had no irises. just black and white" (pg 314)

- "the line of this smile was ugly and lascivious" (pg 314)

- "his already keen expression sharpened when he saw Ronan's dream object" (pg 315)

- heavy-lidded eyes (pg 315)

- "he was too high for food to be very interesting as anything besides a concept" (pg 317)

- "my favorite forgery is prokopenko" (pg 369)

- "...with that slow, despicable laugh in his voice" (pg 403)

- "I got away with dear old dad. and prokopenko. and no offense to your brother, but they were a lot more complicated" (pg 403)

- wears cargo pants (pg 411)

- "kavinsky looked at ronan, his eyes dead" (pg 412)

- his last words: "the worlds a nightmare" (pg 425)

- "he crumpled to his knees and then slumped gracelessly off the car" (pg 425)

- "but he had been dying since ronan met him." (pg 425)

prokopenko 

- one shoulder crooked and higher than the other (pg 214)

- ears like wing nuts (pg 214)

- has a matching Golf with Swan (pg 268)

skov

- drives an rx-7 (pg 268)

swan

- has a matching Golf with proko (pg 268)

Jiang 

- drives a Supra (pg 268)

BONUS!

nicknames that kavinsky has called ronan

- sweetheart (pg 284)

- rain man (pg 299)

- princess (pg 309)

- sailor (pg 312)

- sweetie (pg 409)

[isaut]

#4 pls <333

fast and furious au. yelan x f!reader. song

send me a # and ill write a fic based on it!

the city night is hot. not only from the summer's climate, but from the motors running. yelan leans against the hood of her car: a sleek, black supra mk4. what she sits atop is worth more than the frame of the car itself.

she keeps her arms crossed. being at this race isn't something she's particularly excited about. it's robbery for her to be here. she knows she's the fastest. she's knows she's the hottest. she knows everyone here is going to see nothing but smoke.

and smoke passes her. a smoke show to be exact.

yelan is no better than the men beside her, lowering her glasses to take you in as you walk past. hips swaying, the dimples on your back on proud display along with the butterfly tramp stamp. your hair falls down your back, brushing up against the sparkly butterfly belt that does nothing to hold up your short, denim skirt.

yelan is nothing like the men beside her. she whistles, casual and with just her lip between her teeth. "gorgeous," she calls, vying for your attention.

she can watch the way you stutter in your step. you're used to the men, used to the barrage of cat calling. but a woman? you turn.

yelan smirks. your face is just a beautiful as your body. she cocks her head back quickly. "want to see what's under the hood?"

your long lashes flutter down, revealing sparkly eyeshadow, before flipping back up. then back down, to take in the skimpy leather top that does everything to accentuate yelan's waist and her breasts.

you sit on your hip and pull out a lancôme juicy tube lip gloss from your pocket, slowly reapplying it. you deposit it safely back in the tiny pocket, opposite to where your hot pink motorola razr flip phone is haphazardly folded atop itself, clipped to your other pocket.

"yeah," you say. "pop it for me."

yelan's smirk is lazy, and she raises off the hood, more than happy to do as you say.

[vmpiires]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ❛ SPEED DEMON—スピード狂, CHOSO KAMO

·.⌇ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓. choso loves nothing more than racing, the adrenaline pumping through his veins, and high speed…and his brother of course. he’s been champion for the past three years of street racing. wc, 889. dark mode recommended.

note. i need somebody to draw choso in a racer outfit and send it to me PLEASE. anyway hope ya enjoy :D reblog to support meeee

tags. street racer!choso, mean!choso, modern AU, female anatomy, smoking, no nsfw. lmk if i missed anything.

misc. masterlist AO3

″𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄. 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐓 𝟑, 𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓. ″ ㅤ⏤ㅤ XAVIER WULF

you were never into the concept of street racing. let alone a fan of it. there was no room for something like this in your world. the most experience you had with street racing was those tokyo drift games at the arcade.

a close friend of yours, yuji itadori, had invited you to a street racing event that was going on friday night. you wanted to say no but yuji probably would’ve been begging you to come along, so you agreed.

screeching tires coming from a shiny black toyota supra alert the crowd as everyone cheers, chanting a name but it was so loud that you could hardly hear. the smell of burnt tires and gas clogged your nostrils.

a man with black stringy hair, tied back into a low ponytail. you suppress a groan when you hear the women in the crowd screaming as they fawned over the pale looking male as he removed the ponytail, letting the strands fall down onto his shoulders.

his expression is stoic and bland. the only thing interesting about his face was that black mark running across the bridge of his nose and his violet irises that sparkled under the moonlight and the accompanying street lights. the smoke from the exhausts giving him a slightly more intimidating look. he was tall and lean. you could easily tell he was pretty fit under that simple outfit he was wearing.

“you look like you don’t belong here,” the man rasped. his low adverb voice caught you off guard. for some reason, you were expecting his voice to sound a bit lighter than that. like yuji’s voice but slightly deeper. not like that. but speaking of yuji, he never mentioned he had an older brother.

you noticed those piercing violet irises were in your direction. he seemed to be waiting for you to answer him. you clear your throat.

“i’m just here because he invited me.” you point in yuji’s direction. the racer smiles when you mention the pink haired boy. choso looks you up and down with a smirk, seemingly judging and examining you.

“oh, so you’re the one he’s been hanging around?”

the comment made you raise an eyebrow. in someway it sounded offensive but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions about a guy you don’t even know. you lightly bob your head up and down, quietly adding a ‘mhm’ to your response.

“you got a name?” he reaches into his pocket and sticks a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. as you answer, he takes a drag from the tobacco stick and releases the smoke into the air.

choso's expression remained unchanging as you spoke, his eyes were still on you. he was in thought, still assessing her. he repeats your name under his breath as if trying to remember it before he spoke again. “choso. what's your relationship with yuji?”

“he’s my friend.” you spoke up.

choso's eyes narrowed slightly in interest when she said that. “and you've been hanging out with that idiot recently?" he asked, sounding amused. the man leans in closer, letting you see his heavily pierced ears under his hair and the tongue piercing as he spoke.

“i don’t know why you even bother with him. you wanna take a ride with me? me and you can get acquainted.”

your eyes travel to yuji, who seemed like he didn’t care much about the comments his brother was making on him being dumb—but all three of you knew he wasn’t the brightest of the bunch. he smiles and waves his hand as if he wants you to hang out with choso.

sighing, you agree.

you found yourself sitting in the front seat of the toyota supra with choso, speeding through the streets of tokyo. even in the inside of the car, you could hear the engine roaring. it almost sounded as if you were in the presence of a dragon.

it was obvious that choso was in love with the risk of crashing the car or the thrill of being hunted by the police. you held onto the handle just above the window with each sharp turn choso took, making your body slam against the door almost.

“stop being so scared and enjoy it.” choso was grinning while music thumped from the speakers, which was eventually turned down so he could fawn over the growling sounds of his engine, that had been moded to perfection along with the rest of the car.

the car stops at a 7-eleven parking lot. it’s pretty secluded though. the male looks as you, unbuckling both his and your seatbelt. he leans back in his seat. he had an attractive smile on his face as he looked you.

“you ever been kissed before?” he asks. once again, he surprises you with his question. you took a moment to think about if you’ve already had your first kiss or not but maybe you were taking a bit too long for choso’s liking.

smashing his lips onto yours, the two of you made out for a short moment. you couldn’t deny, choso was definitely attractive aside from his rude comments and bored expression. your arms slide up over his shoulder and his hands squeeze your waist a bit. soon enough he pulled away from you, smiling at your dazed expression.

“there you go.”

ending notes. i was kicking my feet and giggling btw.

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[saintsir4n]

HOLD YOU

imagine this taking place after chapter 7 of stereo love

WARNINGS: mentions of violence

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After driving back to her shared apartment, Carson and Brian made their way into her room. Keelie was out with Mia, which meant she was opening the Salon tomorrow morning. She meant what she said to Brian, that she only wanted to sleep, but the vacant look in his eyes confused her.

He watched Carson change into her pyjamas before he pulled off his shirt and pants and scooted up the bed, tossing a few of her pillows to the side and pulling open her duvet.

Carson joined him, after turning on the main light.

The bedside lamp lit up only their faces.

All of her worries faded when she was in his arms, but his silence made her question a lot.

“You haven’t said anything for a while, you okay?” She turned onto her side and stared at him.

“Just thinking.”

“You look worried.”

"It's nothing," his hand trailed over her shoulder.

Brian didn't want her to overthink, but he knew she was.

"Like I said before, today wasn't the best."

"Really? Your Supra is up and runnin', right? Where did you and Dom go?" She asked, stroking his face.

He softly shrugged, "Got some shrimp, talked about Race Wars, that's it."

She pouted, "You went on a date without me."

"Funny," He chuckled, “Now turn around so I can hold you.”

“So romantic.”

Carson dramatically huffed, much to his amusement and turned around, pressing her back to his chest.

“That’s better," he mumbled, dropping his head into the crook of her neck, quietly inhaling her scent.

His arm wrapped tighter around her waist.

Carson tilted her head slightly, “Why? 'Cause you pressed up against me?”

Brian grumbled, “I told you I’m better with the back of things.”

“Yeah, you prefer the trunk to the hood.”

“I do like the hood, don’t get me wrong,” He pulled her as close as possible, feeling his boxers tighten, “It’s just the trunk,” he rubbed against her, “I love.”

A gasp escaped her, “I can tell.”

He peppered kisses over her sweet spot.

"Baby, I need to sleep, just sleep," She didn't pull away from him, but she did want to sleep and sleep only. "Brian."

"Yeah, you will."

"Not with your dick in my back I won't," She sassed, moaning slightly at the bruises forming on her neck.

"Thought you like me holdin' you?"

"You're tryna fuck."

Brian chuckled to himself and pulled away a little, he didn't want to jeopardise her waking up late. It was a power he had and she knew it too.

They lay in silence, her breathing was gentle, making him relax more.

“Tell me what’s on your mind," She whispered.

“Just feelings.”

“What kinda feelings?”

He took a moment to respond, “You should know something.”

Her breath hitched, “What?”

“My feelings for you go deeper than you think," he mumbled against her head, whilst his heart was beating out of his chest.

“Brian…” She went to turn around but he held her tightly, knowing he wouldn't be able to say it if he could see her face.

“Let me finish. It’s more than just I like you. Sure being around you is the best thing that’s happened to me in a while, but it’s more than me just liking it. Like I said it goes deeper than I thought," he rushed out.

A teary smile took over her face, as she leant into his hold, “That’s the same for me.”

“Really?” He beamed.

She sniffled, “Yeah really.”

“That’s good to know.”

“Likewise," she bit on her lip, trying to hold back more emotions from spilling.

He was admitting to falling for her, in his own way and she felt the same.

“I just wanted you to know, before…” He trailed off.

“Before what? I beat your ass again in race wars.” She teased.

He chuckled, “If we race each other.”

“True but you know it’ll happen.”

“Sure,” he paused, sucking in a deep breath, “I really like you Sonny," She couldn't see the tears forming in his eyes. "Whatever happens in race wars just remember that."

Carson just smiled, neglecting to understand the weight behind his words.

Which meant the rose-tinted shades were still on, but for how long?

a/n:

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Summon

Loceit (Logan x Janus) Hypnovember 2020 Day Eleven: Summon Warnings: hypnosis, handjobs, slight cbt

Logan finishes sprinkling the salt in a pentagram, lighting the candles, and turning the lights dim. It was a sloppy summoning circle, in the sense that Logan could already see salt rolling over his hardwood floor each time the smallest bit of wind breezed by it. 

He squints at his phone screen. He wants to blame his morbid curiosity for his actions, but he can't help but feel rather silly for his actions. Demons aren't real; he knows they aren't real, and yet he flicks his lights out and pulls out a lighter anyway. Candles are situated at each point of the pentagram, and once they're all aflame he sits back on his bed, staring at the glowing mess on the floor, before looking at the words on his phone. It's a chant. 

"From the fire below to the ground above

From the unseen cities to the flying doves

Come forth and bring both wares and woes

I summon you, my soul proposed.

Ab igne infra ad terram supra

De urbibus invisibilibus usque ad columbas volantes

Egredere et affer et merces et aerumnas

Advoco te, anima mea." 

Logan sits for a moment, holding his breath in as he waits for something - anything - to happen, only to exhale, disappointed, when nothing does. 

"Damn," he utters, wiping his forehead as he sighs over the mess he made for no reason. 

However, just as he moves to stand, the fire in the candles grow larger and brighter, before Logan watches with wide eyes as they flicker and swirl, morphing into an oval of bright flames cocooning something before suddenly they burn out, a few loose flickers licking over Logan's face and singeing him, causing him to wince and pull back. 

As he rubs at his cheek, he's met face to face with a glowing man, who slowly floats down until he's hovering mere centimeters above the ground within the salt pentagram. 

He has a cane held directly in front of his body, balancing both hands atop it, straight up and poised. He's in gold and grey, with black accents in his hat and cape. Golden scales on the side of his face shimmer as he tilts his head to the side, slowly opening one snake-like eye in order to slowly look over Logan. 

"Well..." the demon begins, forked tongue flicking out of his mouth as he takes in the smell of his next meal, "you called?" 

"You answered," Logan replies, breathlessly. His phone falls from his trembling hands and to the bed beside him as he's stuck staring straight ahead. "I- I can't believe that worked. I can't believe this is true. You're... you're real?" 

"I'm here, aren't I?" 

Logan bites his lip. Yeah, he was. He was here, and now Logan didn't know what to do. 

"So... what do you want?"

"What?" Logan blinks, staring at the demon, who's regarding Logan with curious eyes. 

Clearing his throat, the demon repeats himself. "What do you want? You summoned me, and put your soul on the line, so what do you want in exchange?"

"I didn't-" Logan immediately scrambles to the edge of the bed, shaking his head, "I- didn't put my soul on the line! I didn't put my soul on anything!" 

"It was in the incantation," the demon sings, smirking. "Regardless of whether or not that was your intention, that was what you did. Now, what do you want for it? Riches? Intelligence?" 

Logan frowns. "I don't want anything. And I don't want to give you my soul." 

The demon's smile falls too, and though Logan believes he's trapped within the salt circle, that is quickly proven untrue when the former's foot slides over the salt, breaking the circle immediately and causing the demon to fall fully onto the floor. His heels land with a heavy thud, making Logan's stomach jump in sudden fear.

"Well, you have to give me something. You've made me come all this way." 

Logan scoots back on the bed as the demon begins to smoothly crawl onto it, making his way closer and closer, until Logan's back is pinned up against his wall.  

"I don't even know who you are," Logan stammers, trying to buy himself time. 

That makes the demon stop though, and chuckle with momentary surprise. "Huh. You amuse me, mortal." He smiles, tilting his head to the side, once again observing Logan, though this time with more intrigue. After a few seconds, he clicks his tongue. "I'm Janus. I'm one of many demons that handle mortal transactions. I grant your darkest desires while you're living, and then I get to toy with you when you die. It's a win-win situation." 

"Sounds like it's a bit skewed," Logan quips.

Janus grins. "Depends on whether or not you'd enjoy an afterlife of foreplay." 

"With you? Probably not much." 

Janus holds a hand to his chest, feigning offense, but Logan isn't even sure Janus has a beating heart within his torso to begin with. 

"I'm serious, though. You do have to pay me somehow. If you don't, I'll just take what I want from you and leave, but you won't like that, seeing as you've already expressed your attachment to your soul." Janus adjusts his cape. "So, I'd recommend you pick something else. Just be careful," Janus winks, smiling, "because I like to test things out as soon as they're given." 

Logan shifts, uncomfortable under Janus's unwavering gaze. 

"What else could I possibly give you?" 

Janus hums at the question, and reaches forward. He sets his pointer on Logan's chest, placed directly over his heart which pounds noticeably in his chest. "Well..." Janus begins, eyes flickering between Logan's midsection and his face, "you can give me your heart. You'll never be able to love again. You'll have no passion in life, lest for the passions I give you. I'll shape your interests, your hobbies, your schedules. Your entire life will be pushed ahead by apathy and my instructions, and when you die you'll be utterly devoted to me and me alone." 

"Pass." 

Janus snickers, and slides his finger upwards. "Then there's the obvious choice. You can hand over your body. At my discretion, I can shift your comfort and discomfort, affect your sensitivity to temperatures and textures. I can make you feel mindless pleasure, and mindbreaking pain just for my amusement. You'll move on my command, and you'll kneel whenever I want you to. You'll be like a living puppet, and one perfect for me to play with." 

Logan shivers, shaking his head. "Anything less life-altering?" 

"Picky, aren't you?" 

Janus pulls away briefly, tapping his finger against his chin. His eyes narrow, before they light up. 

"You could forfeit your mind."

Logan rolls his eyes. "In what way would that be less invasive as the other stuff? That sounds even worse." 

Janus raises his hand up, effectively silencing Logan. "Let me finish, mortal," he lightly scolds, before taking a deep breath. 

"If you give me your mind, it will be mine to toy with, as with everything else. I do like my fidgets, after all. But, you'll just hear me in your head. You'll feel my presence in your brain. I'll be ever-present, and you'll be susceptible to any trigger I enact." 

Janus pushes his fingers against Logan's temple. "But you have a rather magnificent brain. One I'd hate to deplete completely. So I'll cut you a deal." Hand sliding down Logan's face, Janus seizes his jaw, gently caressing Logan's lips in such an intimate way that Logan can't help but flush dark and deep. 

"You let me have your mind, and I'll make sure you feel amazing. And only ever amazing. I'll let you go on living almost unchanged, and when you're home alone where only I can see and feel you, I'll give you the pleasure of feeling heavenly." 

Spirals begin to swirl in Janus's eyes, colours meshing and morphing together into one bright bomb assaulting Logan's senses in the most intrusive way, pouring deep into his eyes and spilling further into his brain, making him feel dizzy. 

"Like this. Doesn't this feel good? Relaxing?" 

Janus's thumb wipes away drool in the corner of Logan's mouth as Logan struggles to sort his thoughts through the heavy fog clouding up his rational thoughts. 

"Anytime you're alone, you can feel like this. You can de-stress with me. Aren't I so kind? Giving you such an easy form of relaxation, at minimal expense! And after you die, you can even be an assistant of sorts. I can use that smart little brain of yours for my own benefit, and every now and then I'll still generously spoil you with a nice break. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Logan mumbles something, reaching desperately for coherence, only for Janus to laugh. 

"It must sound nice. Fun fact, Logan, I wouldn't be able to invade your brain if you didn't want me to. I'm just a demon, after all. I'm powerless until you grant me permission. And you did. Your mind did, at least. It welcomed me there as though it's where I've always belonged." 

Janus speaks of Logan's mind so intimately, so smooth in his tone and confident in his words, so sure that Logan can't even be sure there was a time where Janus didn't reside in his mind, ever-present within him, making him feel nice and floaty and-

Janus snaps, and Logan gasps. 

 He's laying back on his bed, head resting against a pillow with his hands above him. His wrists are crossed, and pushed back near the headboard. Confused, he tries to move them, only to find them seemingly stuck. 

"Fascinating, isn't it?" Janus suddenly speaks, startling Logan who looks to his side, where Janus is sitting criss-cross, musing at him. 

"What is?" Logan tugs again at his wrists, but they don't move. "I don't understand. I thought you were going to use my mind; not my body." 

"I am!" Janus gently wiggles Logan's face back and forth with his chin. "This is all a mind game, after all. Just because there's no physical ropes around your wrists doesn't mean you don't think there aren't." Logan furrows his eyebrows at the statement, clearly trying to discern it's meaning. After a few seconds, Janus chuckles. "Alright. Here. Look at me. Now, tell me what colour the ropes around your wrists are." 

"Black," Logan answers immediately, only to look surprised by his own answer. 

Startled, he whispers "what...?" only to be hushed by Janus. 

"Hm. How can you tell me the colour of a rope that doesn't exist?" Janus asks, though the question is clearly rhetorical. He pauses a moment for dramatic effect, before providing the answer. "See, your brain believes there are ropes there, regardless of whether or not you see otherwise. You can't feel the ropes around your wrists, but your brain thinks - well, knows -there's something there." 

Janus grins, and then leans down so his lips are hovering above Logan's earlobe. "What's there is my influence, keeping you bound, and controlled. Get used to it." 

His lips drag over Logan's ear, and through his hair, where Janus then places a soft kiss to Logan's temple. It's not affectionate; it's possessive. 

"Do you want to see what else I can do?" Janus then asks, as he pulls away. 

"I believe you already know the answer," comes Logan's response, hesitant, but curious. "You have complete access to my mind, after all." 

Delighted, Janus muses "I do; I do. What a wonderful mind it is, too. You have the capacity to do great things, and a lifestyle that'll never allow you to. That's surprisingly uncommon in today's day and age; everybody is so broken by the time they're adults to exercise their brains." Janus places his fingers on Logan's forehead, gently massaging it, before pulling his hand away. "Not you, though. You want to be great. You want acknowledgement. You want attention. And right now, my attention suffices." 

Logan flushes, perhaps out of vulnerability, perhaps out of humiliation. 

"Now, let me show you one of the more fun things I can do." 

Janus snaps, and suddenly Logan's legs are spreading apart, nearly slamming into Janus who's seated just far enough for Logan's upper thigh to graze him. It's as though some invisible chains were wrapped around his ankles, and then pulled violently at his body until it was moving in mere seconds. Just like his wrists, his ankles are bound by an invisible force. 

"What colour are those ropes?" 

"Black." 

Janus hums in surprise. "Matching. A set perhaps? Do you like that? When things match?" 

"I do." 

A soft, closed mouth laugh is Janus's response, followed by a soft "I know." And Logan knows that he knows. 

Janus spends a few minutes just looking at Logan, and Logan wants to writhe under his gaze. Each passing second only amplifies his intrigue towards Janus's being, his nature, his species, and generally his chemical makeup (which Logan can only assume is fascinating), and the fact that Janus is no doubt aware of his curiosity and yet doesn't grant him the pleasure of providing him with answers. 

Instead, Janus runs his hand up Logan's shirt, and then brings it away, grazing his skin softly, but slowly, both to tease and to explore in his own right. 

"I don't get to play with my toys until well after they're dead," Janus murmurs, voice quiet, as though this is an intimate secret only to be exchanged between the two of them. "I get the physical manifestation of their soul. It's their body, and it's their mind, but it's always cold. No flush on their cheeks, blood in their skin. No warmth." 

Janus's hand travels to Logan's neck, where it lingers, and then his cheek, which he cups gingerly. 

"You're warm." 

Logan breathes out "I know." 

Janus snaps. 

When Logan blinks awake again, he's naked, but still spread out. Janus is in the same position, but is now gently running his hand up and down Logan's chest. 

"I can shut your mind off at will," Janus comments, though he doesn't spare Logan a glance, instead walking his fingers down Logan's body a bit more playfully. "You go mindless. Limp. Your body is here but your mind is in my hands, being molded and squeezed until it's oozing with docility and obedience." 

Janus looks over his shoulder and grins, showing off two sharp fangs. "You're drooling." 

Logan flushes and moves to wipe his chin on his shoulder, embarrassed to feel his spit rub against his skin. 

"You're cute when you're brainless. I like you when you're aware, too; your constant surprise and embarrassment is amusing to me. I've admittedly never gotten to observe a human so closely; you really are a fascinating being." 

Janus's fingers move lower, and then he harshly flicks Logan's cock, making Logan suddenly grunt in pain, legs and arms flexing as he instinctively moves to protect himself, but being ultimately unable.

"You're so sensitive," Janus whispers, as though anticipating something more. "I'd like to play around with that, if you'll let me." 

Logan sucks in a shaky breath, watching his cock twitch and slowly grow to full hardness both at Janus's words and the sudden pain. 

"Do I have much of a choice?" 

A small laugh, and then a nod. "Of course you do. You can lie, and say you don't want me to, and I'll listen and savor the taste of your disappointment. Or, you can say you want nothing more than to be toyed with, and we can both have a bit of fun." Janus circles his finger around the base of Logan's cock. "Proper fun. No more teasing. You have my word." 

Logan isn't sure Janus's word really means much, but he's desperate. He's curious, and Janus knows Logan is just itching to discover the full extent of Janus's control. 

"Okay," Logan breathes out, and feels himself flush at Janus's genuinely delighted smile. 

"Here. You'll enjoy this," Janus begins, as he moves to straddle Logan's lower half, sitting right atop the hard cock Logan had been none-the-wiser to until Janus's ass grinded down on it. It makes him bite back a groan. 

Janus's fingers push against Logan's chest, and teasingly walk up it. It doesn't do much, until Janus goes "with each touch, you're feeling hot, hot, hot." 

And Logan is. 

Each time the pad of Janus's pointer and middle would crawl upwards, Logan would feel warmth overwhelm his body, getting more and more intense with each touch until Janus reaches his neck, where his fingers come to rest. Logan's panting. 

"What...?"

"Don't ask how it works," Janus muses, savoring the pretty look of Logan's flushed, confused face, "it's a mind game. All of this is. And you feel so good, and so hot." 

Logan lets out a shaky, desperate breath, with a single, pleading "stop." 

Janus's eyebrow quirks. "Stop?" 

A shiver courses through Logan's body, but it doesn't alleviate the heat overtaking him. It's so much warmth, and so much ache, and yet Janus is atop his cock like it's nothing, ignoring the way his course pant material tortures Logan's otherwise sensitive shaft. 

"Stop teasing," Logan whines, trying to keep his voice steady. "You- you told me no more teasing." 

Janus laughs. "You're right; you're right. I'll make it up to you." 

Janus slides back onto Logans thighs, grinding over his cock and earning a pained moan before Janus is finally off of it. He muses at how aroused Logan is, and runs his fingers curiously over Logan's cock. He flicks it, and grins when Logan whimpers. 

"You're a lot more fun than any of my other possessions," Janus comments, as he wraps his hand around Logan's cock, giving it a firm squeeze. "They're bodies just aren't as sensitive as yours is, but I guess that's a perk of being alive." Logan gasps at the pain, and then again out of pleasure as Janus begins to stroke his cock properly, thumbing over his slit until pre begins to bead at the head, which Janus then lubricates the rest of Logan's shaft with. 

Logan's body jerks at the pleasure, and his wrists and legs both tug weakly, even though he's already resigned himself to the fact he's not going anywhere. 

"And just imagine," Janus starts, looking wistfully off into the distance, "I might not have your soul in the afterlife, but I have your mind in this one. If I so wished, I could have you spread out like this every day, physically able to move, but willed down by your brain." Janus's forked tongue flicks out, as though smelling the air and consequently the smell of Logan's sweaty body, still plagued with heat. 

"Of course, I'm far too busy to come see you every day, but with each thought you think and every thing you imagine, I'll know. And combing through the fantasies you'll no doubt have in my absence will provide leagues of entertainment. It'll be hot." 

Logan cries, hips bucking up into Janus's hand. He feels needy and feverish. "Please!" 

Janus smiles, and a soft laugh spills from his lips. "I was wondering how long it'd take you to beg. What's the matter, doll? Feel too hot? Is your body just burning up? It's all in your mind, dear; you can easily resist if you wanted to." 

Desperately, Logan tries to will away the burning heat through his body. Any relief from the sweltering sensitivity making him way too aware of Janus's fingers curled prettily around his shaft and stroking slowly or the bed sheets rubbing against his sides and hips would be a blessing, but one he's unfortunately not granted. 

No matter how hard he tries, the heat overtaking him doesn't even falter. It burns him up from the inside, warmth swimming through his body and his mind. It's hard to focus on anything other than his tingling body and pleasure and desperation. 

"Aw, you poor thing," Janus mocks. "Can't do it? Don't worry; I didn't think you could." 

He squeezes the base of Logan's cock, admiring the pathetic moan he gets in response, followed by slurred gibberish. A mixture of pleas and obscenities spill from Logan's mouth as Janus tastes his clashing thoughts, too quick and blurry to linger for more than a few seconds. Each spike of pain through his sensitive shaft had him letting out increasingly intense moans, much to Janus's amusement. 

"You're too weak, compared to me," Janus then adds, with a hum. "You're a slave to your desires, and those desires and I just happen to share a name." Janus squeezes the pre out of Logan's cock until his cock seemingly shines with the substance, slathered over it like lube and allowing Janus's hand smoother movement. "You have no idea how intriguing you are. How amazing this is, for you and me both. Truly, the urge to draw this out is ever-present." 

"Don't," Logan sobs, sounding thoroughly wrecked. "Please." 

Janus hums, before sighing with a smile. "Alright. But only because you asked so nicely. Do note that whenever we meet again however, I won't be so considerate." Janus's words are teasing, but truthful, a fact that both scares and pleases Logan, who lets out a shaky moan in response. 

He lifts his head up to watch Janus properly stroke him, before it falls back against the pillows, feeling heavy and hot. 

His brain is a mess of fog, and that cloudiness just gets thicker and heavier with each passing second, making Logan feel dizzy and empty and good. Relaxed and hot and good. Pretty and obedient and good. 

He can feel Janus's fingers lightly exploring his thighs and stomach, but as long as one of his hands stays on Logan's cock, Logan doesn't care. 

"Pl-" Logan starts, but the word dies on his tongue before he can get it out, as he gasps instead. 

Janus only shushes him in response, watching Logan attentively as he strokes him to completion. Logan's back arches off the bed as he climaxes, a loud moan spilling from his lips as he makes a mess of both himself and Janus, before collapsing back against the bed. 

His eyes shut as he pants, and he feels a bead of sweat roll down his head. 

Sucking in a deep breath, he moves to wipe it away, but is surprised when the back of his hand actually makes contact with his face. 

Sitting up, Logan immediately looks around, but Janus is nowhere to be fine. Logan's clothed are on the floor, and there's a mess on his thighs and stomach, but no demon. Nothing other than a heavy feeling in the back of his mind; a place where relaxation resonates, and Logan feels too dizzy if he tries to focus on it. 

Through his breaths, Logan plucks his glasses off his face, and sets them on the nightstand, falling back onto his bed moments later. In the morning, perhaps, he'd notice that the salt on his floor had been blown and scattered, and had morphed itself into the playful form of a heart. 

[tradetobest]

dee's february 2024 fic recs

once again i am late with this but. here's this months recs. narrowing this down was SUPER hard but i hope yall like them :)

(fic roulette 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8)

Blow What's Left of My Right Mind by eyeslikeonyx

pairing: tyler seguin/jamie benn rating: E words: 14k summary: Jamie stares at his phone, reading over the article that Jordie sent him just moments ago as he walks through the woods on the outskirts of his hometown. It’s early in the morning, and he’s finished his daily run, and he’s not entirely sure if he’s reading the headline right. Seguin, Eriksson Swapped in Seven-Player Trade.

VAMPIRES! WEREWOLVES! TENDER LOVE AND CARE! i love a great different species fic like.... loved it sm

my mouth is filled with honey by notthequiettype

pairing: tyler seguin/jamie benn rating: E words: 2.3k summary: Tyler likes Jamie's body so much. Tyler likes Jamie, so much, too.

usually i prefer reading "getting together" but "established relationship" is rlly compelling to me when done rlly well and i think this fic is a phenomenal version of that... like its so good. oughhh...bennguin,,,,..... ohhhhh

if i'm not what you hoped by winglavender

pairing: leon draisaitl/connor mcdavid rating: E words: 10k summary: "Heard the Leafs lost tonight." "Yeah." Mitch pulls an exaggerated face. "Leading the whole game and then Connor's guy ties it up with a disgusting pass, absolutely filthy, and then scored the overtime winner." "That's rough. You want another one?" The bartender tips her head at Connor's half-empty glass; he shakes his head. "Who's your guy?" "Draisaitl, obviously." Mitch taps the rainbow-patterned 29 on Connor's arm for emphasis. "He's not my guy," Connor says.

ask anyone and they will tell you i am an absolute sucker for player/nonplayer,,, its just so good always and it is just as good here... fun dialogue, good tropes..... what else could u want

tightly wound so breathlessly by supras

pairing: leon draisaitl/connor mcdavid rating: E words: 2.3k summary: “Laugh about you not being hard? That’s okay, sometimes it can take a bit, I’ll get you there.” Connor finishes speaking with a determined smirk and Leon just loves him so much, he wants to kiss it from his lips. But Connor is wrong, Leon is hard, so hard he’s dizzy with it.

small dick leon..... ough..... trust guys read this one.... TRUST

two strangers in the red light by notthequiettype

pairing: leon draisaitl/connor mcdavid rating: E words: 14k summary: Connor looks up, derailed only momentarily by how good-looking the guy is, slacks and a button-down open at the top like his pictures, and a nice wool coat. Connor clears his throat. "Is it better if I tell you I didn't request it, at least?" "And ruin the fantasy that I just found out that Connor McDavid's an absolute freak? No way."

again, i am the BIGGEST sucker for player/nonplayer. this concept is so fun and like. the cutest sort of meetcute. awee we met on grindr and you booked a kink sex hotel room 🥺🥺🥺 now fall in love. amazing.

Where You Lead by Linsky

pairing: nico hischier/jack hughes rating: E words: 42k summary: There are no subs in the NHL. So Jack isn’t one, obviously.

ive been waiting for this fic to be done so i could rec it and oh my god was it worth it. im also a big sucker for a bdsm au, and w these two you can just.... do so much..... its so good,,,, hurt/comfort my beloved.....

like one of your girls by Idday

pairing: jack eichel/connor mcdavid rating: E words: 13k summary: “I’m not a girl,” Connor blurts, all at once. Jack doesn’t even flinch. “I know that,” he says. “But you want to be my girl. Don’t you.” 

i forced myself to pick only one idday fic this month and while i loved them both... this one... oughhhh... the "Connor just wants to be a 1950s housewife" tag sold me so hard and i am a happy customer. 100% would purchase again....

no but really (an unserious au tumblr primer) by snowinthestars

pairing: jack eichel/connor mcdavid rating: T words: 2.6k summary: Connor McDavid is definitely dating the Oilers in-arena host Jack Eichel. Just let me show you my proof! [A fake Tumblr-style ship primer for an AU where Jack works for the Oilers' broadcast instead of playing.]

i love sort of meta-esque fics like this theyre so FUN to me!!! this one is like. a perfect example of that and what i mean.... likeee RAHH i would EAT up this primer in this universe... so great

[galoresficrecs]

[EXO] Junmyeon

LAST UPDATED ON: Dec 2nd, 2022

newly added ✦ || personal faves ✪ || ongoing ✑

ratings:

not rated || general || teen and up || mature || explicit🔞

❧ NOT HERE SHIPS ☙

junmyeon x chanyeol

junmyeon x jongin

junmyeon x jongdae x minseok

❧ junmyeon x sehun ☙

✪ and it's you by rsera [4,9k words] college!au || general

✪ and the rest is dust and stardust by curledupkitten [16,2k words] foster house!au, age gap || explicit🔞

✪ carry your ocean with me by mihaeng [41,9k words] summer!au, slow burn, age gap || general

✪ Chronos-826 by okamiwind [174,4k words | 8 ch] TW: minor character death, ptst, suicidal thoughts ;; space opera!au, action/adventure || explicit🔞

✪ Coming of Age by quebaek [8k words] space academy!au || explicit🔞

✪ Hand In Unlovable Hand by werstoffhof [16,9k words] age gap, accidental baby acquisition, established relationship || explicit🔞

✪ I. Do. Not. Love. Kim. Junmyeon. (pause for dramatic effect) by London9Calling [12,8k words] canon compliant || explicit🔞

✪ I'd Kiss You Even If You Were Dead by Anonymous [4,2k words] vampire!au || explicit🔞

✪ Kiss (It's the best thing you can do with your lips) by Changdeol [14,1k words] actors!au || not rated

✪ Leaving on a Jet Plane by London9Calling [7,1k words] magical realism || explicit🔞

✪ Level by Layla_Fae [10,3k words] twins, high school!au || general

✪ Leverage by London9Calling [12,8k words] college!au, sugar daddy with a twist || explicit🔞

✪ Love Me (Not) by Anonymous [16,8k words | 2 ch] college!au || explicit🔞

✪ Moon and the Stars (I'll get them for you) by suhosshineun [30,9k words] sugar daddy/sugar baby!au, college!au, age gap || mature

✪ No Name by Layla_Fae [13,8k words | 2 ch] charity auction || general

✪ Of All the Colors in the Rain by etonnant67 [66k words | 3 ch] TW: mention of terminal illness ;; time loop, college1au, 1980s!au, 1990s!au, coming of age || explicit🔞

✪ On Such a Full Sea by shinealightrose [19,1k words] pirates!au || explicit🔞

✪ Promise by Layla_Fae [11,7k words] gambling, modern setting || general

✪ Pour Some Sugar on Me by London9Calling [9,2k words] mythology!au || teen and up

✪ Red by Layla_Fae [12,2k words] car racing!au || teen and up

✪ Ruby by Layla_Fae [20,6k words | 2 ch] historical!au || teen and up

✪ Seho 4 (v)live by viverl [5,7k words] canon compliant, established relationship || teen and up

✪ Shared by krispy_kream [861 words] canon compliant, established relationship || teen and up

✪ shines around me like a million suns by London9Calling [3,9k words] sci-fi || explicit🔞

✪ sketch(y) by curledupkitten [7,6k words] college!au, age gap || explicit🔞

✪ spice it up by cherrycoke [607 words] vampires!au || general

✪ (Tell the Bartender) I Think I'm Falling in Love by underthepines [5,7k words] set in paris || explicit🔞

✪ The curious incident of the Dragon that couldn't swim by viverl [27,6k words | 9 ch] urban fantasy || general

✪ The Wind Won't Blow It All Away by London9Calling [11,7k words] mythology!au || explicit🔞

✪ Unexpected Landmark by Anonymous [4,6k words] set in japan, college!au || general

✪ upside down and tipping over by wolfsupremacist [5,3k words] magical realism, strangers to lovers || mature

✪ We won't by pcysarcasm [12k words] age gap, secret crush || teen and up

❧ junmyeon x reader ☙

[Tam Infra Quam Supra part 2] Empty Vessels by yeoldontknow [30k words] f!reader, soulmates!au, witch!au, horror || explicit🔞

[part of Welcome to the Exodus Mall] The Meet Cute by yehet-me-up [4,5k words] f!reader, 1990s!au, mall!au, set in seattle, dad!junmyeon || teen and up

[gallavich-gunk]

Break down of scenes from shameless US season 6 episode 12 'familia supra gallegorious omnia!' (The episode where fiona almost marries shawn a.k.a penis head)

-Frank pisses in Shawn's shoes: iconic

-Carl wants to start taking on more responsibility and wants to iron his shirt: we love that for him he's such a sweety

-fiona being out the loop with not knowing Carl had already started sleeping with Dom: now fiona has a lot of times like this throughout the later series of just not knowing what going on especially through this season and it really shows the gradual transition to her leaving the house

-Lip in jail: he be a silly boy but ultimately I conclude it was a huge self-sabotage because he was so fucked over with professor shitty runyon fucking him over on top of all the other shit stuff in his life like this boy has been traumatised by Karen leaving and now another person has left him in a really shit way :(

-Kev Veronica and svet: you can see fiona is almost disturbed to see this throuple for the first time, and I believe this is not because its a throuple I think she would have no issue at all if the hooked up with some chill nice person but it's cause its svet and fiona has already identified her as a dirt bag when she denied he access to her flat

Kaleb is a cunt: I get he was trying to encourage his boyfriend but ffs there's way better ways to do that not calling your boyfriend a baby, I would have broken up with him right there! Obviously this is brushed over by Ian but this also marks an interesting point in Ians story because so far he has beaten down by the restrictions of society and because he's had bipolar thus far so many societal doors have been slammed in his face- though it is great to show Ian got the job I feel like this is trying to say if you just try harder you too can overcome the societal limits placed on you cause of your poor mental health-which is obviously incorrect cause the system is fucked and for many it doesn't matter how hard you try

-shawn brings fiona some flowers: though it may seem sweet when you think about it this is one of the only very nice things we've seen him do for fiona like yeah we have seen him help her in emergencies etc. But throughout their relationships he's usually so standoffish, so I think he is getting these to try and ensure she thinks he is a nice guy-but he's not! He's stinky!

Second to last, the church!!: this is very subtle and also something that has annoyed so much every time I've watched this episode why in the fuck I they getting married in some school hall and not the main church, now one might say money but the how the hell did Mickeys fam afford that huge church for one baptism?? No I think mentally fiona wasn't taking this marriage seriously just like the last one, there was no need to rush but she did, it also works cinematically to set the events of the wedding with the backdrop of the tacky Hall that didn't have any decorations or the vibe of a wedding at all because it showed the family being fucked up and the marriage not working and the background reflected that fucked upness

Ians face seeing Kev kiss svet and vernocia: iconic

-fiona talks to shawn outside: she says she is cold which is an obvious plea for him to at least give her his jacket cause even though the knows he will leave she is calling out for some confirmation they aren't over and that he at least partly cares for her even if she isn't his priority, but no he ignores this because he is a sociopathic cunt

[ryo-maybe]

Pithy comment about Monday. Prompt: Phosphophyllite. Did. Nothing. Wrong.

Focus returns to my sight little by little, the darkness chiseled away not by what I see, but what I can hear. It begins with the pitter patter of rain splashing over my body. The impossibly fast crescendo plays over my aching skin, sweeps into cracked bones and restores gelid awareness to muscle fibers battered beyond belief. Cold water like poison, awakening numb nerves to the agony of pain like nothing I've ever felt. I feel my jaw burn, caught in the strain between the desire to scream and the effort to keep myself from doing it.

I doubt anyone would hear me anyway. The ground beneath and around me has turned muddy, a disgusting mixture of dust and sand littered all over with ever-widening puddles. Or… maybe, it's still me, bleeding all over from bruises that trick and warp my waning consciousness. If that were the case, it would mean the footfalls I hear are trampling me. Dozens of steps, carelessly pressing into my sores with squelching, careless noises, quartering parts of me as they all head in different directions. Leaving behind nothing but this pair of unseeing eyes and ears to listen as my dignity dissolves droplet by droplet.

It cracks. Again and again. Contrasting with the feet dragging across the mud, another sound, much sharper and deafening. It tears through my self-pitying fantasy, cutting through my very being with a blade fashioned out of cruel reality. Plastic, metal and glass, crumpled into an unrecognizable heap within the impetus of a single motion - this is the sound of my heart shattering.

"Nice job! That was the most spectacular loss I've ever seen!"

A lively string of words chipperly forces its way through my stupor. I am so bewildered I don't immediately notice that the rain has stopped falling over my face. It's taking what little energy I have left just to breathe; even so, I muster as much of it as I can spare to force my eyelids to pry themselves open. My right eye is too swollen to allow anything more than a narrow opening. As for my left one, a fine film of blood has covered it, seeping from a cut somewhere on my forehead. A blurry smattering of colors greets me, most of them painted over by a curtain of dark red. Above all else, an overwhelming shade of pink, and something moving back and forth over my face. For the price of a piercing headache, I manage to squint enough to realize it's a hand waving at me.

"Hi there. First duel?"

I grunt, immediately regretting it. The reverb of my voice in my chest tugs at broken ribs and lungs struggling to squeeze every inch of life they can out of insufficient air. The pink mass leans to one side, coming slightly into more focus. It's hair: a wild, somewhat unkempt mane. It looks soft, feathery almost. But the pair of white horns protruding from it tell me this is no bird, as do the scales covering the cheeks of a visage peering with what looks vaguely like puzzlement.

"That a no or a yes?" A light finger, topped by a pointed, slightly curved nail, taps twice on her pursed lips. Then, a shrug: I see her shoulders, covered by a light blue coat. The color of the sky, I think idly.

"Sad either way. Challenging a Collector all nilly willy like that? That's a biiig no-no, newbie or not. Especially if not."

She grins, white teeth framed by mischievous lips. I would resent her, if my vision hadn't cleared enough to see it. Her gaze. Thin, vertical pupils embedded within a murky shade of amber.

"Why did you lose?"

Her question is a calm reprimand. A pitying encouragement. I don't get it. She wants me to give the right answer, and still expects me to get it wrong. At the fringe of my hearing, I still hear the sound of plastic, metal and glass loudly breaking.

"Not… 'nuff… g-glasses…"

My chosen obsession. The steps with which I decided to build the ladder towards my Ascension. It used to be kaleidoscopes at first. Back when, bold and bright-eyed, I used to gaze up at the continents of Supra floating amidst the clouds. Imagining myself over on the reverse of the same landmass that is now dumping accumulated moisture all over the stage where my life has screeched to a crashing halt for the second time.

"Nuh-uh. Try again."

Her gaze narrows ever so slightly, as does her thinning smile. Judging and pitying me at once. I can't tell the difference, can't decide which I would rather she did. It would be simpler, if she were merely mocking me. If I could tell that she's laughing at me for the decisions and vicissitudes that led me to become a shell, carved and emptied of all the possibilities that had been gestating within. Because I am weak, I cannot rebuke this stranger with either the truth of my conviction nor the falsehood of my zeal.

I lost because glasses were an easier medium to adapt to the innate gazing abilities of us lamia.

I lost because I, a mere Hoarder with a scant few duel wins under my belt, felt like I could leap ahead faster by challenging a Collector.

I lost because I was too afraid of hunting Mahou born of more high-quality glasses, thinking I could make up for quality with sheer quantity.

I lost because of my conceit. I lost because I was too ambitious. I lost because I wasn't ambitious enough.

"The hell… does it matter…"

I struggle to sit up, feeling my insides stir in directions and ways they were not built to endure. I cough out blood, vomit and fragments of my dimming patience over my clothes, holding my stomach as if to keep its contents from spilling directly out from under my frayed shirt. Behind my damp back, something warm gently pats the cold away and keeps me propped up, preventing me from falling back when my consciousness threatens to pull me back into the mud.

I see it now, all too clearly. The source of that noise. A massive boot rises and falls, unheeding of the rain, to smash a pair of glasses. The force of each stomp is such that most of the fragments have embedded themselves into the muddy soil. What few pieces I see shine with a faint, alluring glimmer - until even those are trampled into oblivion. I scoff, shaking my head. Compared to the leftover bits of my sorry ambition, the gems adorning my chosen adversary's clothes and body give off so much brighter a luster.

"We all hunt… fight… collect. Whether we win or lose. It's all the same… for me, that bastard… and you."

The ceaseless cycle of the bottom feeders stranded on the world's garbage dump. Yeolk, the First Layer. My home. My miserable, inescapable home.

"It doesn't matter."

Because I lost. Because, even if I somehow, against all odds, had won–

"Ah."

I grit my teeth in unison with the last crunch. I see the winner of my hopeless scrap bend down to look at the shards embedded in the sole of his boot, before rubbing it furiously against the mud. As if even soiling it with viscous grime would be preferable to the taint of a weakling's possessions.

"Did you like those?"

The girl speaks next to me. A quiet murmur, almost lost to the rain: something to be shared only between the two of us. Oddly intimate, strangely comforting. When I turn my head away from the bejeweled Collector of gemstones, I see her staring intensely at him. As her face snaps towards me, a light jingle lures my eyes to something glinting on one of her horns: a pair of bells, tied around the bulky ivory with an intricately woven blue bow.

"Yeah." With nothing left worth the effort of hiding it, I easily surrender a truth that I would be too embarrassed to admit to an acquaintance. "I… I really didn't want to lose that pair."

The girl with pink hair like feathers closes her eyes. Her brows knit with vigor, contrasting vividly with the delicate line of her smile. It is only once she has gotten up that I realize she had been holding an umbrella above our heads. An elegant one, with a lacquered shaft and a paper canopy made of vermilion. I see others with the same shape and a dozen more, hanging by the hem of her coat like a rainbow-colored skirt.

"A little more of that."

She raises the arm holding the umbrella until it is fully extended. As soon as it has reached that zenith, she brings it down, slamming the bottom of the shaft onto her open palm. A wave of sheer pressure explodes outwards: I squeeze my eyes and mouth shut, still too tired to properly protect myself with my battered arms. But all I feel is a faint breeze caressing me, inviting me to look at the reason why the sound of the rain sounds so feeble now.

Droplets of water lie suspended in mid-air, surrounding an invisible sphere with her at its center. While I stare, slack-jawed, at the absurd phenomenon, she closes the umbrella and twirls it with practiced ease, stepping onwards and past me. Trailing behind her, poking through her skirt made up of umbrellas, I see blue scales topped by a line of pink fur. A long, bulky tail, swaying sinuously in tandem with the cadence of her rubber boots.

A dragon. In the legends passed around the campfires, they say the first Hoarder to Ascend was a dragon. Nowadays, mean stereotypes have their race pegged as too lazy and fearful to pit their collections in a duel.

To me, however, this dragon, who strides confidently towards the Collector who kicked my ass without breaking a sweat, looks like neither the stuff of legends nor a laughing stock.

"If you had more of that love to spare, your precious things would never have let you lose."

Now watch. The wink she gives me over her shoulder is playful and serene in spite of the unsurmountable wall she is about to willingly face, as if for nothing more than to prove a point. And watch is all I can do. That, and wondering.

"Hey, Sparkly! You got one more fight in you, or is bullying those poor glasses all that bling's good for?"

He does not seem to have appreciated the nickname. His gaze, above the pair of gem-encrusted sunglasses lowered on his thin nose, is hard as a diamond and filled with a sentiment blacker than obsidian. The vein bulging beneath his (also gem-encrusted) enormous pompadour seems rich in prime quality irritation.

"Mh? Mmh? Mmmh!?" With each noise shaking his gullet, the gemstone Collector leans forward, rows of rings like those adorning his hands - the same hands that pummeled me and my paltry hoard to a fine pulp - dangling menacingly and shiningly from the hems of his glittery jacket. He takes his time sizing up the dragon girl half his imponent size, before leaning backward, so much so it is a wonder he does not end up splashing into the mud like I did, one beating ago.

"Little lizard. Do you have chalk for brains, or are you just dumb like a sack of rock? Why, oooh why why why! A pebble on the road would have put up more of a fight than your friend there, and now you! Having seen that! Would still! Try your luck!"

Each sentence is punctuated by a dramatic shake of his head, his damp hair sending drops of water splashing to and fro that the dragon deftly catches with her umbrella.

"Vvvery well then! If you want so badly to feel with your body what happens when phosphophyllite shatters against quartz."

His fists smash together, dozens of rings inlaid with gemstones still awash with my own blood and bits of skin. His lips part, a window opened on rows of teeth embedded with emeralds, rubies, sapphires and other rare - and painfully hard - rocks.

"Tell me your name, little lizard! Once I'm done with you, I'll use it as a synonymous of 'dummmbass'!"

His zany posturing is not mere bravado. I have sampled it myself: his skill and the quality of his possessions are undoubtedly those of a skilled, merciless collector. I should be worried, or even indifferent, towards the fate of a complete stranger picking a fight with him for no seemingly good reason at all.

But I can't. Trumping such logical and cynical thoughts, I find myself mesmerized. The dragon girl, undaunted and eager, takes hold of another of the umbrellas from her "skirt" and, with both hands thus armed, fluidly bends her body into a clear combat stance. Even if I cannot see her, I know from the booming excitement of her voice that she is wearing a carefree grin.

This dragon is neither the stuff of legends nor a laughing stock.

"Heir to the 99 Karakasa-ryuu Umbrella Fencing Arts!"

With pink hair like feathers, clad in sky blue. She reminds me of a bird, flying through clouds and Layers alike, unfettered by any and all. Something I wish I could be, what I yearned all life to become.

"You may call me Naki!"

To me, she looks like the embodiment of absolute, sincere freedom.

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

3. "For supra-natural reasons."

+5 XP

KIM KITSURAGI - "There are no supra-natural reasons," he says, marking something in his notebook.

ESPIRIT DE CORPS [Medium: Success] - I am less sceptic about this hunch, he thinks, than I was of the supra-natural premonitions that overtook you at the trash container. He then covers his nose again...

2. [Inland Empire - Medium 11] "Tell me, who are you, dead man?"

THE HANGED MAN - I'm gone.

Where have you gone?

I can see you're gone, but *who* are you?

What is happening?

I hate you. You stink and you're boring.

Why were you feeling pleasure when you died?

Enough.

THE HANGED MAN - Into the wild pale yonder.

Where is that?

THE HANGED MAN - In the past. Way out west.

2. I can see you're gone, but *who* are you?

THE HANGED MAN - I'm a joke. Look at me.

There's nothing funny about you.

You are now, but who were you when you were alive?

THE HANGED MAN - There is nothing funny about jokes, either.

Who were you when you were alive?

THE HANGED MAN - A killer. A motherfucker and a killer.

I have another question for you.

THE HANGED MAN - Go ahead, Copo.

3. What is happening?

THE HANGED MAN - What do you mean?

I'm talking to you.

Never mind, I wanted to...

THE HANGED MAN - It's the power of your... (Black, frothy liquid starts bubbling on his lips...)

IMAGINATION.

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Yeah man, don't be *crazy*. Inanimate objects and dead people can't really talk to you, your *wild imagination* is doing this -- ask some more of those questions you love so much!

THE HANGED MAN - He *loves* those.

4. Why *do* I love questions so much?

THE HANGED MAN - Because you're a copparooni. Look at all of them go! Do you want more questions?

No, I'm good.

Yeah, give me questions.

Give me a comical amount of questions.

THE HANGED MAN - Comin' right up, copparooni Roonie. This is getting up-beat now!

5. Is my name Roonie?

THE HANGED MAN - Fuck no, you're no Roonie.

I do strike myself as a Roonie.

Roonie is obviously not who I am.

Of course not. The name is Raphael Ambrosius Costeau.

THE HANGED MAN - Listen to yourself... You're not a Raphael anything. You're probably just Harry or something. That's right... *Harry*.

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