#I can just imagine how this will look on screen

[cressidagrey]

Schrodinger's... Girlfriend? - Chapter 9: Of Bombshells and Big Disclosures

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Original Character

Summary:

Oscar Piastri’s love life is the talk of the F1 world—mainly because no one’s ever seen his girlfriend. Does she exist? Or is she just a figment of his imagination? Detective Lando Norris to the rescue!

Warnings: 

I don't think there are any?

“How did you even manage this?” Oscar asked her, as he lead her back to the McLaren Garage. “I thought you were going to write another final next week.”

“So did I,” Vanessa said with a snort. “Until the professor figured out that he got the date wrong on the syllabus…I wrote it on Friday already.”

It had been quite annoying, because orginally...Monday had been supposed to be the date...And that had messed up her study planning... but oh well.

 If she was only going to get a 94 instead of a 99, she was going to survive it. 

“So I thought…hey…I can make it to the race…2 hours later I had a flight booked," she told Oscar with a grin. Like there had been anything that would have stopped her from finally getting to see her boyfriend race from somewhere else other than the comfort of her couch.

Oscar squeezed her hand tightly.  “Thank you for coming,” he told her and she squeezed his hand right back.

“So, show me where the magic happens,” she teased him.

The next ten minutes was an absolute whirlwind of introductions around the McLaren garage, between engineers, strategists and mechanics, before Oscar pulled her into his driver’s room.

She had seen a lot of these throughout the last months, though she had always been on the other end of a facetime call.

Oscar closed the door behind them and grinned as Nessie looked around the room, eyes darting around the place, taking in his suit and helmet on the desk, before her gaze landed back on him and there was a sparkle in her eyes. She stepped closer to him and his arm wrapped around her back, tugging her closer against his chest.

“You have no idea how good it feels to have you here in person,” he murmured, his hands sliding down her sides, pulling her even closer against him.

She hummed softly as her head leaned against his shoulder, her face nuzzling against his neck. “Maybe I have a little bit of an idea,” she murmured against the skin, her lips brushing against his neck. “But it’s definitely much better than watching you through a screen.”

His hands slid beneath her top and onto her bare skin, fingertips drawing lazy circled onto the small of her back. “Much better,” he agreed with a low groan, one hand going up to grab the back of her head and tilt her face upwards for a proper kiss.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers tangling into the soft curls at the nape of his neck when she stepped as close to him as she could get. She sighed softly against his lips when they parted for a breath before she kissed him again, lips opening eagerly to deepen the kiss.

God, she had missed him.

Her hands slid down his chest, her fingers tracing his muscles through the thin fabric of his polo shirt. There was no doubt in his mind that he had missed her just as badly as she had missed him.

She pulled back, slightly breathless. “So how long until the race?” she asked him.

“Another 2 hours or so,” Oscar answered, chasing her lips for another kiss. “Lando is probably busy taking a nap right about now, otherwise he would have already come out screaming about you being real after all.”

She couldn't help but laugh at that. "He still thinks I am some sort of elaborate joke?” Vanessa asked curiously.

Oscar just sighed. “Who knows what is going on in that head of his,” he said with a long suffering sigh. “But I do know that he will absolutely flip out, when he sees you in person.”

“Can’t wait to see his face," she told him, her mouth already curving up into a smile just picturing the scenario that was about to unfold as soon as Lando found out about the fact that she was actually there in person. 

And Nessie got to see that earlier than they both thought.

A few minutes later, she sat cross legged in the corner of the sofa, while Oscar was shifting through stuff on his desk… And in walked Lando Norris, without even bothering to knock...or glance in her direction. His mind was clearly focused on whatever racing question he had for Oscar. “Osc, I’ve been thinking-”

Vanessa couldn’t help it. She leaned back against the sofa, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Lando,” she said, her voice cool and calm, “you don’t seriously still believe I’m not real, right?”

Lando froze in place, mid-sentence, eyes wide as he whipped around, scanning the room in disbelief. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. His gaze landed on Vanessa, and it was as if the world stopped.

The high-pitched noise that came out of his mouth was enough to make Oscar nearly drop the stack of paper in hands in shock. Vanessa couldn’t help but burst into a fit of giggles, because that had been exactly the reaction she had hoped for.

“AHHHHHH!” Lando screamed, stumbling backward in shock. “WHAT THE HELL?!”

“Surprise," Vanessa said with a grin, her voice filled with amusement, clearly enjoying the absolute shock on Lando's face.

In one swift movement, Lando collided with a chair, falling backward into it with such force that it tipped over. He scrambled to his feet, half-hysterical, his voice rising in panic. “OH MY GOD, SHE’S REAL! SHE’S REAL!”

Watching Lando flail about like that was enough to send Vanessa into hysterical giggles, and she was pretty sure that the sound of her giggling was only adding to Lando’s already panicked state.

Oscar, on the other hand, had slumped against his desk, his entire body shaking with laughter at the sight of Lando, absolutely losing it over Vanessa’s existence.

“Lando, I told you she exists,” Oscar finally said, his voice dripping with amusement.

Lando practically scrambled towards him, grabbing onto his arm and shaking it as if his life depending on it. “She’s right THERE,” he shrieked, pointing at Vanessa frantically. “SHE IS!”

Vanessa couldn’t help another fit of giggles. “I am, indeed,” she said in a calm voice, still leaning back in the sofa, clearly enjoying herself.

Lando gaped at her, his eyes wide with astonishment, before whipping his head around to fix Oscar with a look that was a mix between shock and disbelief. “Why the hell is she here?”

Oscar couldn’t help but burst out laughing again. “What do you think? To see me.”

Lando spluttered, still clinging onto Oscar’s arm, his mouth working soundlessly. “But she’s— she’s—” he sputtered out, unable to finish a single sentence as his gaze wandered from Oscar to Vanessa and back, his mind clearly at war with what he was seeing.

“A living, breathing human being,” Vanessa filled in, her voice dripping with amusement. “Not a white whale...not a mannequin...not imaginary either."

Lando let out a strangled cry, his grip on Oscar’s arm tightening, as if he was afraid she was going to vanish into thin air any second now. "You’ve been dating her...this whole time...and she is just…here?” he managed to sputter out.

Oscar snorted, clearly enjoying Lando’s reaction a bit too much. “See? I told you I wasn’t messing with you. You really should’ve believed in the ‘white whale,’ mate.”

Lando, now starting to laugh at himself as the tension eased, shook his head in disbelief. “I’ve never been more embarrassed in my entire life. I screamed when I saw you. I thought I was going to pass out.”

Vanessa chuckled, crossing her arms as she shook her head. “You’re not the first person to be a little shocked by me.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Lando replied, finally getting to his feet, his face flushed from the whole ordeal. “I’m just... still processing it.”

Oscar clapped him on the shoulder, his grin widening. “No worries, mate. Just be glad you didn’t faint or something. That would’ve been a bit more embarrassing.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Lando muttered, rolling his eyes but still laughing. “I’ll never hear the end of this, will I?”

“You’re going to hear it forever,” Oscar said with a grin.

“Oh, absolutely,” Vanessa joined in, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “This is prime material for future jokes and jabs."

Lando groaned dramatically, burying his face in his hands. “You two are going to be the death of me, you know that, right?”

"Oh, come on, Lando," Oscar said, his tone almost mockingly cheerful. "We're just keeping you on your toes. It's all in good fun, mate."

"It's very nice to meet you though," Vanessa said brightly. "I have heard a lot about you, Lando."

Lando's expression turned from one of mock despair to a genuine smile at her words. "Yeah, likewise," he replied, his voice still tinged with a hint of sheepishness. "Sorry about, you know, the whole..." he trailed off, waving.

"Making the whole internet think I didn't exist or that I was Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster?" she asked drily. "Don't worry, I found it quite amusing."

Lando winced with an embarrassed grin, his cheeks flushing once more. "Yeah, that," he admitted sheepishly. "It was all a bit ridiculous."

She shrugged, a bemused smile playing at the edges of her lips. “I’ll admit, it was rather funny seeing everyone online debating my existence."

[sugarwarachan]

thinking about izuku missing you on a long mission - mdni

your phone rings as you’re curling your body into bed, izuku’s familiar face lighting up your screen.

“hi sweetheart,” he says the moment you pick up. no matter how long you’ve been with izuku, the fact that years of pro hero work have scraped at his vocal cords always makes your stomach drop. the slight rasp makes his soft voice sound dangerous. "how’s my girl?"

you squish your face into the pillow, cradling the phone close. "okay. be better with you here."

"missing me, baby?" you hear rustling on his end, followed by a low grunt. "as much as I’m missing you?"

arousal hits you like a truck.

an image fills your head of izuku with his pants shucked down to his ankles, shirt between his teeth and hips desperately lifting off the bed. you roll onto your back, snaking a hand down into your pajama shorts. izuku’s unabashed desire for you never fails to make you wet, and sure enough, your fingers slide through your folds easily.

“wanna see, izu?”

he exhales sharply. “fuck. yeah, i’m gonna need to see you, baby. already soaking wet for me?”

you might hate to be apart from izuku for a mission, but you love what it does to his mouth. he hisses through his teeth when the picture you send goes through.

"love how wide you’re spreading those pretty legs, sweetheart." izuku’s voice is gravelly and rough. "missing my cock the way I’m missing your pussy? my fist isn’t the fucking same, princess, you know that? doesn’t grip me tight and snug like you do."

your skin flashes hot. "need me wrapped around you, izu?"

he groans low and filthy. your pussy flutters around nothing as you rub little circles on your clit. you might cum just from this, you think wildly.

"when I get home, I’m making you cum at least five times before I get my dick in you," izuku pants, teeth clenched between gasps. it’s been a week since he’s touched you, and not a single thing has relieved the ache in his cock. "want the lower half of my face fucking soaked in you, sweetheart, wanna ruin our sheets."

you whimper. his hand slides over the head of his cock, thumb rough over the slit, just like the way you touch him.

"fuck, you like the sound of that, don’t you? you’re making the sounds you make when you’re close."

"izu, honey, I wanna hear you cum first, okay?" it’s like you can barely get the sentence out. he bucks his hips hard into the ring of his fist.

"fuck. next time, baby, okay? cum with me now, can you do that?" he hears what sounds like sheets rustling and imagines you nodding your head furiously. god, you’re so fucking cute when you’re like this, pliant and begging. "rub that swollen clit of yours for me, I know you’re almost there. I’m right behind you, sweet girl."

"izuuuu," you wail. he’s memorized what you look like before you fall apart, head tossed back, eyes rolling up in your head, full mouth chanting his name. he conjures the image now, matches it to the sounds falling from your lips.

"there's my fucking girl, let me hear you." he feels his orgasm unfurl in his lower stomach, a keening ache that makes his rhythm falter.

can't wait till i'll home with you. don't forget to clean yourself up, baby. don't groan," he chuckles softly. "i'll be home soon enough to do it for you, and you know you don't like going to bed sticky."

"especially if you're not the cause," you tease sleepily. "night, izu. love you."

"love you, sweetheart. be home soon."

in such desperate need of comfort like this!! ˖⁺‧₊ as always, reblogs, replies, and tags are so appreciated <3

[triplefrontierbabe]

2 Hands Lando Norris Imagine

smau linked here

summary: you’re a world famous singer dating Lando Norris

pairing: f! singer reader x Lando Norris

warning: suggestive content, language

a/n: this is part of a request paired with a smau, linked above

Ask any woman what their favorite part of a man is and she will most likely say his hands. There’s just something so innocently sensual about man hands, especially if they’re the hands of a racing driver.

It’s no secret that using your significant other as inspiration for your work is one of the highest forms of flattery, especially when it comes to art. And ever since you met Lando Norris, he has been your muse for your work. Every song somehow suddenly was about him, he’s all you thought about. Now that your second world tour has come to an end it’s the perfect time to get back in the studio and you have the perfect idea of what to do.

To be honest, one of the first things you noticed about Lando was his hands and how they looked like they were carved from marble. The mere sight of him holding a coffee cup made your mind wander like no other. All you could think of was how his hands looked on your body and how he would touch you with such gentleness and care. Occasionally you’d sneak a photo of his hands while you were around him. Soon enough he realized the obsession of his hands that you had developed.

One night you and Lando were heading out for a nice dinner when you pulled out your phone to take a photo of you two in the elevator mirror. Lando immediately grabbed your phone out of your hands and moved his hand from your hips to the front of your stomach, and dangerously low might you add. You blushed at his actions, knowing your not so secret obsession had been found out.

“I know you like them.” Lando said cheekily handing the phone back to you as your face broke out in a blush yet again.

“Can you blame me though?” You asked, grabbing his right hand and examining the rings he had on. Those rings were another weakness of yours. The way the cool metal clashed with your burning skin made your whole body shiver. His hands were going to be the death of you.

“Write a song, it’ll last longer.” He responded with a mischievous smile as the elevator door opened. You looked over your shoulder at him and rolled your eyes.

“You know I just might, Norris.” You said as you stepped out of the elevator.

“Atta girl.” He said laying a light smack on your ass which earned a whispered scold from you.

A song about his hands is exactly what you wrote. The writing process for this song was probably the fastest you had ever written a song in your entire life. Your producer was shocked when you got to the studio and had to make minor changes to the lyrics, it was practically perfect– like Lando’s hands.

While Lando was halfway across the world for a race you facetimed him to play a demo of the song for him.

“You mean it?” He asked, looking at your face on his screen with a look of disbelief.

“Every word.” You simply replied, giving Lando a sly smile.

“What about a music video?” Lando inquired, shifting in his seat.

“Okay, hear me out” you began “I was thinking about incorporating cars into it somehow, maybe a McLaren or something.”

“A McLaren, huh?”

“I dunno, just a thought. Could be a fun little easter egg.” You responded by shrugging your shoulders while stealing a glance at his hands that were barely in sight on the phone.

Before you knew it music video rehearsals had arrived. On your first day of rehearsal you walked into the studio to see a box wrapped in bright orange- or papaya- wrapping paper with a big blue bow on top. There was a card attached that read ‘although this isn’t a sports car, i hope this gives you some inspiration ;) -4’. Lando had gifted you one of those battery operated kids’ McLaren F1 cars.

Another month had passed of working on 2 Hands but it was finally ready to be promoted, and so was your relationship with Lando. Since you started dating him, small easter eggs of your relationship had been sprinkled throughout your instagram posts.

But the post you made announcing that you had new music coming out, you decided to be bold. You included a picture of you on the toy car that had Lando’s number on the front. But the kryptonite of the post was the last picture which was a closeup of Lando with his hands on his helmet with his hand veins on full display. You had spent hours of looking through social media for the perfect photo of his hands, many thanks to the thousands of other girls who were just as enamored with his hands as you were.

The minute you posted, your phone was blowing up with countless fans speculating a relationship between you and the famed driver but more so, the attention was on his hands like you wanted it to be.

Abu Dhabi rolled around which was a big weekend for the both of you. Lando won the race, McLaren won the Constructors’ Championship and 2 Hands was released. You were with Lando at the hotel basking in his victorious weekend and listening to your new song. It was a perfect weekend and you couldn’t have imagined it to be any other way.

“I fucking love this song.” Lando said, grabbing you by the waist giving you a deep kiss. “But I love you way more.”

“I couldn’t have done this without you, Lan.” You replied, raking your hands through Lando’s curly hair. “I love how everyone loves your hands too. Did you know there’s pinterest boards dedicated to your hands?”

“Of course there are.” He responded by throwing his hand back in laughter. This moment was perfect, just being in the same room as him celebrating your accomplishments together.

“But, I’m the only one that knows what they feel like.” You said with a wink.

“Well, look at you Miss Possessive.”

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[maretinelli]

FERRARI COUPLE

Ollie Bearman X driver!fem!reader

Summary: In which Y/n and Ollie are a couple, but they are also part of the Ferrari Driver Academy. And on a relaxed day, they make a video with the media answering some questions from fans.

Words: 4.2K+

Warnings: Ollie in F2, Y/n one of the female drivers from the Ferrari Driver Academy, some suggestive words, funny (??) and cute of course, because they are a couple.

Author: English is not my first language, so apologies for any spelling, grammar and slang mistakes that may be in the story. I think this is cool because it was fun to write. And please request stories on my profile hahaha

MASTERLIST

The environment was cozy and well lit, decorated to give the video a relaxed tone. Ollie and Y/n were sitting side by side on fluffy cushioned chairs, with a table in front filled with colorful beads and threads scattered around. It was a fun scenario, matching their young and spontaneous energy.

Before the recording began, they were talking quietly among themselves, enjoying the moment of tranquility before the questions began. Ollie had his hand resting on Y/n's thigh in a natural way, a gesture so everyday that they didn't even notice it anymore.

"Imagine the questions they'll ask" Ollie commented, with a playful smile. "I bet there will be something like 'who's faster on the track? As if we were going to fall into this trap."

Y/n laughed and then whispered just to him, mischievously, "I just hope it's not about sexual experiences."

Ollie let out a surprised laugh, covering his mouth as he tried to compose himself. Y/n joined in, and the two of them laughed together until someone from the media interrupted them:

"Okay, guys, let's start recording!"

They quickly arranged themselves in the chair, and Ollie removed his hand from her leg, straightening his posture. The media lady nodded and gave the signal for them to begin.

Ollie smiled for the camera. "I'm Ollie Bearman."

"And I'm Y/n Bearman-" Y/n said automatically, but as soon as the words were out, they both started laughing. "Bullshit. I'm Y/n Robbins."

"And we're drivers from the Ferrari Driver Academy!" For a second, they looked at each other, surprised by the synchronicity and instinctively clapped hands in a quick greeting.

"We just high-fived like two bros." Ollie grimaced amusedly, looking at Y/n with an air of disbelief. "It was weird, since we're a couple and already..." He stopped mid-sentence when he saw Y/n's eyes widen at him like a warning, and Ollie smiled at the camera, looking away naturally. "We came here to answer some questions from our fans!"

Y/n laughed, nodding. "And let's make bracelets while we answer!"

She took the box of beads and placed it in the center of the table, separating the colored strands for each one.

"I think they asked us to make bracelets while we answer so they can make sure we're giving the truthful answer" Ollie joked, grabbing a handful of beads.

Y/n tilted her head, processing the logic, and then nodded. "Oh, right! That makes sense!"

Ollie smiled in satisfaction, and Y/n opened the larger box with more bead options, spreading them out in front of him. "Okay, we're ready. Bombard with questions."

The first question appeared on the screen:

"Who took the initiative in the relationship?"

Y/n laughed for a moment alone, remembering how Ollie was very insistent in asking her out, but that she wasn't far behind with the flirting either.

"I guess that answer depends on who you ask" he said first, giving Y/n an amused look.

Y/n raised her eyebrows and laughed. "What do you mean? You took the initiative!"

"I'd say it was mutual" Ollie replied, shrugging.

Y/n shakes her head, laughing, but concentrating on putting the beads on the white string she had picked up. "No, love. At first, you were so nervous while talking to me that you stuttered and made it seem like you were forcing me to go out with you." She smiles. "Like, that day at the go-kart track, remember? You said something like 'I... I... I'd really like to but only if you want, of course! I mean, you don't have to! But I'd love to wait, do you want to go to dinner with me?'"

Ollie covered his face with his hands. "Oh my God, do you remember that?" The whole room laughed.

"Yes." She smiles, as if the memory was from yesterday. And not almost five years ago.

"But I wasn't that obvious!"

"Sorry, love. It was." She slaps his thigh, which is still covered by his tracksuit.

Y/n looked directly at the camera and wordlessly raised an eyebrow, as if expecting the audience to agree with her. Ollie let out a laugh, shaking his head.

"Okay, maybe I was a little obvious," he admitted, adjusting the thread in his hand. "But it was because I wanted to make sure you knew I liked you."

Y/n smiled, her expression softening. "I knew it."

"And you flirted back too!"

"Yes. Only I was less obvious than you." She chuckled softly. "I was direct, but I knew how to hide it."

The two looked at each other for a second, exchanging a knowing look, before Ollie cleared his throat and fiddled with the beads again. "So the official answer is that I took the initiative?"

"Yes" Y/n said with conviction.

Ollie sighed dramatically. "Okay, okay. I took the initiative. But I don't regret it one bit."

Y/n laughed, pushing his shoulder lightly. "I know. I love you!"

Ollie smiled shyly and lowered his head, fiddling with the beads. "I love you too," he said quietly.

They were those couples who showed a lot of affection, but in public Ollie held back a little and was shy, as for Y/n, she really liked to tease. Which ended up being left for her in bed later.

Y/n tilted her head and whispered back, "Speak louder, Bearman. The audience wants to hear."

Ollie laughed and shook his head. "I love you, annoying."

Y/n smiled in satisfaction. "Now yes."

When the next question appeared on the screen, Ollie and Y/n immediately perked up. They thought it would only be questions about their relationship.

"If you had to compete against each other in a race for a prize, what would you choose as the prize?"

He turned to Y/n with a challenging smile. "Easy. If I win, you'll have to let me drive your Ferrari for two months!"

Y/n let out a laugh. "No way!"

Ollie knew how overprotective Y/n was of the Ferrari she had at home. Only she drove, and occasionally Ollie, but she had to be in the passenger seat. As if he didn't know how to drive a car and didn't have a Ferrari like that at his parents' house.

“See? You’re already afraid of losing it.” He teased, picking up some beads and putting them on the string.

Y/n crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at Ollie, feigning indignation. "Scared? I just don't want you destroying my pet car."

Ollie put a hand to his chest, pretending to be offended. "I'm literally a professional racer. You think I'm going to crash your car?"

She shrugged. "I think you're going to speed up more than you should."

The media crew laughed along with them, and Ollie rolled his eyes before pointing at her. "Okay, but what about you? If you win, what will your prize be?"

Y/n gave a mischievous smile. "If I win... you'll have to spend at least two hours a day massaging me!"

Ollie blinked, looking genuinely surprised. "TWO HOURS?"

Y/n nods. "Two hours. Full body."

She said innocently, but when she looked up, Ollie was already smirking at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Y/n immediately realized what he was getting at and pointed at the camera, raising her voice.

"Three and a half hours! Massage. ONLY."

Ollie laughed, leaning back in his chair as if in surrender. "Lucky we're not really competing, I'd only be at a loss."

Y/n laughed out loud, and the media crew joined in. Ollie then picked up some beads and pretended to be extremely focused on them.

"You know what? I better focus on the bracelet. I know there's no way I can lose this."

"Which habit of the other was the hardest to get used to?"

"Ollie's delay" Y/n answers first.

Ollie's eyes widened and he laughed. "Calm down! I couldn't even finish reading the question!"

"Ollie being late was definitely one of the hardest things to get used to in the beginning of our relationship." Y/n begins. "Because look at that. He's still in his workout gear, and I'm all smelling nice and pretty right here. He probably got out of the car and flew all the way here because he was late."

Ollie just looks at the camera and nods, because that's exactly what happened. He had forgotten about the video with the Ferrari media people and when he looked at his watch he was already late.

"I surrender. That's true!" He holds up his hands. "But hey! I'm changing, aren't I?" Ollie turns to his girlfriend and she smiles.

"True! He's changed a lot since the beginning of our relationship until now with these delays." She sends him a loving smile, without teasing or evidence of teasing. "Now go, a difficult habit of mine that was difficult for you to get used to."

"When you get our double bed all to yourself"

Y/n laughed loudly, knowing she took up a lot of space while she slept. "Details, dear!"

Ollie turns to the camera and places his hands on the table, leaving his beaded necklace aside. "Seriously, when she sleeps she uses the entire bed. Her arms are on my face, her legs are on my stomach. I have inches of space to sleep." He says with a smile. "One of these days I'm going to measure how far I sleep from the bed and share it with you."

Y/n puts her hand on her face laughing.

"There was one time during a race that the only room in the hotel that they gave us was the one with two single beds. And we, like a very much in love couple, put the two beds together to sleep next to each other, right?!" He turns to his girlfriend and she agrees laughing, remembering the day. "We lay down and she fell asleep, not even five minutes later, she was already invading the bed I was in. That night I had to sleep on the floor!"

"WHAT? You slept on the floor?" She asks scared, not knowing this part. Her heart breaks a little.

Ollie laughed at her reaction. "Yeah, and you didn't even notice!"

"Why didn't you wake me up or push me aside?" Y/n says in a worried tone and Ollie smiles at that.

"Oh, it's okay. I grabbed some extra pillows and pulled the covers off you and you slept well." He teases and Y/n rolls her eyes but smiles.

"Okay, I'll change that, I don't want you sleeping on the floor anymore!" She slaps her hand on his thigh again.

"Nah. I'm dealing with it now. It's been a while since I slept on the floor or couch in our apartment." Ollie places his hand on top of his girlfriend's hand and she smiles.

"Okay...next question!" She says a little quietly, while holding Ollie's gaze a little longer than she should.

"What was the funniest moment you've ever spent together?"

When the question appeared on the screen, Y/n and Ollie looked at each other, already holding back laughter.

"There are so many stories..." Y/n said thoughtfully. "But I think the funniest one was the elevator one."

Ollie immediately started laughing. "Oh my God, that was a bad one for me!"

"So, let me tell you!" Y/n clapped her hands excitedly and turned to the camera. "We were on vacation in Switzerland, and when we got back to the hotel, Ollie said he forgot his room card in the room when we left. So he went down to the reception to get another one, but he was barefoot, because he said the sneakers he was wearing hurt. So he left me waiting at the door of the room, with his shoes in my hand..."

Ollie shook his head, embarrassed. "So far, so good. The problem was on the way back."

"He entered the elevator, alone, holding the new card in his hand, but when the doors were closing, a lady entered too..."

Ollie was already laughing before Y/n finished her sentence.

"Then he, being super polite, smiled at her and said: 'Hi, how are you?' But as soon as the elevator opened for him to leave..."

"I STOPPED ON MY OWN FOOT AND FELL!" Ollie finished, covering his face.

The team burst out laughing.

"And it wasn't a normal fall!" Y/n emphasized, crying with laughter. "He tried to hold on to the elevator wall, but he slipped even more and ended up on the floor, lying down, with the room card flying to my feet, which was waiting for him at the room door and watching the whole scene."

"And the lady was just looking at me like, 'Oh my God, is this kid okay?'" Ollie added, laughing along. "I was on the floor for about three seconds, trying to decide whether to get up quickly or pretend to pass out to avoid the embarrassment."

Y/n lets out a loud laugh. "I didn't know whether to help him or keep laughing with his sneakers in my hands.

Ollie took a deep breath and turned to the camera. "Moral of the story: never go barefoot and distracted to get a room card. You might end up lying in the elevator."

Y/n sits up straight in her chair, gasping for air to catch the breath that the laughter had taken from her. Ollie waited for Y/n to compose herself, but when she looked at him again, a mischievous smile appeared on her lips.

"Now imagine the scene from the lady's point of view." Y/n said, laughing again. "She just got into the elevator, and out of nowhere she saw a barefoot guy sprawling on the floor, with a card flying through the air!"

Ollie shook his head, laughing. "And the worst part is, when I got up, I tried to play it off and pretend like nothing happened. Like, I just straightened my shirt and said, 'I'm going... my girlfriend's waiting.'"

The team burst into laughter again, and Y/n slammed the table. "I can't believe I'm dating this man!"

Ollie smiled and shrugged. "Well, you already knew what I was like before we started the relationship. So, no complaints!"

Y/n took a deep breath, still smiling, and turned to the camera. "Next question, before I burst out laughing again."

"If you had to describe your relationship with a movie or series, what would it be?"

Ollie and Y/n looked at each other for a moment, already knowing exactly what the answer would be. "Brooklyn Nine-Nine!" They said at the same time, before starting to laugh.

"Our relationship is basically Jake Peralta and Amy Santiago, Competitive, passionate and a little chaotic."

Y/n nodded excitedly. "Exactly! I'm more organized and like to plan things, like Amy. And you..." She looked at him with an amused smile. "Well... you're Jake. Chaos."

Ollie put his hand on his chest, pretending to be offended. "Hey, I'm a functional mess! Jake's awesome too."

"Yeah, but you also make up random competitions out of thin air!" Y/n laughed, rolling her eyes. "Like that time we were at the grocery store and you decided that whoever got all the items on the list first would get massages from the other for a week?"

Ollie smiled with satisfaction. "And I won, because I'm a strategist."

Y/n arched an eyebrow in disbelief. "You cheated! You took half the stuff from an absent-minded lady's cart!"

The team burst out laughing, and Ollie shrugged, trying to hold back his laughter. "All is permitted in war and love."

Y/n shook her head, laughing. "But at the end of the day, we balance each other out. Just like Jake and Amy. And despite the craziness, I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"Yes. I have my Amy Santiago and I wouldn't trade it for anything." Ollie looks in love. Which would result in many cute comments on the video later.

Y/n smiled sideways at Ollie's words, feeling her heart warm at the affectionate way he looked at her. Without saying anything, she just squeezed his hand on the table, sliding her thumb gently against his skin.

"Okay. Next question..."

"What is the greatest proof of love that one has ever done for another?"

Y/n looked away to Ollie, already feeling a lump forming in her throat. "I think when I had that accident and you spent days in the hospital with me. And we were only five months into our relationship."

Ollie smiled, looking at his girlfriend and seeing that her eyes were shining brighter because of the tears. The room was silent for a moment. Y/n blinked a few times, feeling the weight of the memory.

"Do you remember anything from that day?" He asked softly.

She took a deep breath before responding. "Just flashes... I remember waking up in the hospital, but I was so groggy I don't even know what happened before."

Ollie nodded and squeezed her hand lightly, as if to anchor her there, in the present. "Well... I remember everything." Y/n felt her chest tighten when she saw the seriousness in his eyes. "I was on the pit wall watching the race. It was quick, but at the same time it seemed like an eternity. The radio went silent, and all I could see was his wrecked car. No one said anything, just the sound of sirens..." Ollie looked away at the table, swallowing hard before continuing. "I ran to the medical center, but no one let me in. They just said you were being taken to the hospital. And I followed."

Y/n felt her eyes well up. She could imagine the scene perfectly, as if she were watching a movie. She continued to put the beads on the string, to disguise the pain she was feeling now.

"I was there the whole time," he continued, turning back to look at her. "I didn't even notice the hours passing. I just wanted to know if you were going to be okay. I don't think I really took a breath until the doctors said the surgery was a success and that you were going to recover."

She pressed her lips together, trying to hold back the tears, but one eventually escaped. Ollie smiled slightly and wiped her face with his thumb.

"You were there for days" Y/n muttered, her voice a little choked.

"Of course I did," he replied without hesitation. "I wasn't going to leave you alone, love."

She chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Didn't even go out to take a shower..."

Ollie shrugged. "I knew you'd complain about it later, but at the time it didn't matter. All I wanted was to make sure you woke up and that I was there when you did."

Y'n felt a warm wave of emotion wash over her. Without a second thought, she leaned over and wrapped Ollie in a tight hug, hiding her face in his shoulder. Not caring about the camera at the moment.

"I love you" she whispered against his shirt.

Ollie smiled and kissed the top of her head. "I love you too. And now, if anyone ever asks, you can be sure that was the greatest proof of love I've ever given."

Y/n stands up laughing, "Yes. Yes it was, love!"

Everyone was silent, absorbing that confession that almost no one knew. Ollie smiled at the camera and picked up the string with the beads.

"Let me see if it fits your wrist." He measures it and Y/n sees the black and red beads. "That's it. Let me put some letters on it now!"

Y/n laughs. "Okay. Let's move on to the next question, before I cry now." They laugh. "From crying with laughter to crying with sadness, big transformation"

Ollie laughs, putting on a letter O bead.

"What was the most embarrassing situation you've ever been in together?"

The two looked at each other and started laughing in embarrassment. It was as if they shared their neurons and remembered the same things when the questions were asked.

"We can't tell that..." Y/n confesses, feeling her cheeks blush.

Ollie shakes his head. "No, we can't tell you. But it was really embarrassing. I think we traumatized your older brother back then." The pilot looks at his girlfriend.

Y/n lets out a laugh. "He didn't talk to me for a week." She confesses and Ollie smiles. And then she looks at the camera. "All I can say is... we thought we were alone in the house... in the room and my brother came in. That's all."

She laughs embarrassedly.

"JUST!" Ollie informs and they laugh..

"Have you ever had a silly fight that you now find funny?"

"Oh, that's an easy one!" Ollie said, leaning his elbows on the table. "The ice cream fight."

Y/n put her hands on her face, laughing. "Oh my God, I can't believe we're going to tell this."

"Now you have to tell!" Someone from the media team encouraged.

Ollie took a deep breath, as if bracing himself for a big story. "So, we went out to dinner, everything was beautiful, the weather was great. On the way back home, we stopped to get ice cream. Y/n got hers strawberry and chocolate, I got mine cookies and cream." He said, taking his girlfriend's wrist again to measure the length of the thread.

"So far so good," Y/n added, nodding.

"But in the car, while I was driving, I offered her some of my ice cream..." Ollie sighed dramatically. "But then, when I asked for a piece of her ice cream, what happened?"

Y/n covered her face, laughing. "I said 'no'."

The team burst out laughing, and Ollie threw up his hands in outrage. "She said no! I offered her mine, but when I asked for hers, she said no without even thinking!"

"Guys, but it was the last part with more chocolate syrup, it wasn't enough!" Y/n defended herself, still laughing.

"It was the most random fight in the world" Ollie shook his head. "We spent about ten minutes in the car discussing 'sharing equally' and 'respecting the last sacred bites'."

"In the end, I bought him another ice cream because I felt sorry for him" Y/n admitted.

"And I accepted, because I'm an understanding person," Ollie said, all smug.

"Understanding, nothing! You only accepted because you wanted more ice cream" Y/n scoffed, pushing his shoulder lightly.

"That too" Ollie laughed, lacing his fingers with hers under the table. "But seriously, that day felt like a terrible fight, but now it doesn't make sense.

"Not at all." Y/n laughs, focused on the bracelet she was making.

"What's the cutest thing you do for each other on a daily basis?"

Ollie smiled before answering. "Every time I get home after a tiring day, Y/n already makes me a cup of tea or hot chocolate, depending on the weather. And no matter the time, even if it's late, she always waits up until I get home."

Y/n smiled, a little embarrassed, but clearly happy with the answer. "Well, I like taking care of you."

"And I love that," Ollie said, looking at her fondly. "But the sweetest thing you do for me is that when you wake up before me, you always tuck me in tighter and give me a kiss on the forehead before you get out of bed."

The media team gave a loud "Awww."

Y/n laughed, hiding her face in her hands. "Oh, how embarrassing, why did you notice that?"

"Because I always wake up in those moments," Ollie replied, holding her hand under the table. "And also because it's the cutest thing ever."

Y/n pursed her lips, trying not to smile so much, but failing miserably. "Okay, then it's my turn now! The cutest thing Ollie does on a daily basis is that he always sends me random messages saying he loves me or asking if I ate right."

"Y/n forgets to eat sometimes!" Ollie defended himself, laughing.

"I get busy, it happens!" Y/n shrugged.

"And that's why I always ask, because if it depends on her, lunch becomes a snack and dinner becomes breakfast," Ollie explained.

Y/n rolled her eyes, but her smile showed that she loved this care.

"Oh! And there's one more thing!" Y/n remembered, laughing. "If I'm driving and he's in the passenger seat, he always puts his hand on the gearshift, even when he doesn't need to change gears, just to hold my hand while I drive."

Ollie smirked, not denying anything. "It's a reflex."

"It's cute!" Y/n corrected, squeezing his hand under the table.

"Okay, so I guess we're tied for daily cuteness," Ollie joked.

"Sure thing," Y/n agreed, her eyes shining.

The team smiles and one of them says, "Okay guys. Our last question now!"

"But already?" Y/n looks at the media and they smile.

Ollie smiles and then takes his girlfriend's wrist, tying the bracelet with the remaining thread and smiles satisfied with his work. Y/n looks and sees a bracelet with black and red beads with the word 'Ollie' in letter beads.

She laughs a little and turns to him. "Amazing!"

"Isn't it?!" Ollie jokes and she laughs.

"Have you talked about marriage?"

Ollie smiled at the question. He turned to Y/n and, with a caring tone, replied: "Well, I guess we've talked, haven't we? It wasn't that long ago, actually."

Y/n gave a shy smile, blushing a little. "Yeah, we've talked about it a little. Lately even more... we've already started to imagine what it will be like."

Ollie chuckled softly. “I’m definitely more of a… romantic, I guess. I’ve always wanted a big ceremony, but maybe we can do something more intimate. I just know one thing: I want it to be with you. No matter what, you’re going to be my wife.”

Y/n looked at him with a sweet smile. "I think what matters in the end is being together, whether it's with big plans or something simple. We'll find a way to do something special."

Ollie nodded, taking her hand. "Yes, the important thing is that the wedding is about the two of us. And how we love each other."

They exchanged meaningful glances, the kind of conversation that seemed simple but was full of emotions and silent promises. The crew smiled at them. Ollie and Y/n were the most passionate couple in Ferrari.

Someone from the media nods, so that they can finish recording.

"I guess that's it then," she begins. Tying on the bracelet she had made during the interview. "I hope we didn't scare you with some of the answers."

Ollie laughs, leaning his elbows on the table and then sees Y/n hand him the bracelet. It had pink beads and the word 'Mi amore'. The nickname he called Y/n on a daily basis, ever since they started dating. Years ago.

He smiles and glances quickly at her. Before turning to the camera and ending the video as well.

"So that's it guys. Thanks for watching!"

Y/n waves her hand and blows a kiss in the air. With that, the crew approaches the camera, turns it off and smiles, saying that it was over and how well they did.

"We should do this more often." Y/n smiles, picking up the beads that were scattered on the table. "Just try not to start talking about our sexual experience next time."

Ollie laughs out loud. "Okay. I'll try not to think about that when we're answering the questions."

Y/n smiles and closes the bead box, but notices that Ollie was still looking at her. "What it was?"

"Admiring my girlfriend. May I?" The pilot gets ready and tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"You can." She smiles and Ollie gives her a quick peck on the lips.

They got up from their chairs and walked over to one of the media people, handing them the box of beads as they thanked them for agreeing to the idea. Ollie and Y/n smiled, saying that they were glad they made the video.

Leaving the room, Ollie holds his girlfriend's hand, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before starting to talk about random things that happened that day.

Y/n just smiled, knowing that regardless of the cameras, the spotlights and everything around them, they would always just be Ollie and Y/n and that was enough.

[anjalikestodraw]

Sun drenched sofa days (2025)

inspired by and set directly after Love is a Witch - Chapter 6 by @beauttifullife

And as usual here is a tiny ficlet going along with the art. Enjoy :)

“So what do we want?” Rio mused aimlessly scrolling through the food delivery app.

They were lying on the couch Rio’s head resting comfortably on Agatha’s chest their legs entangled, Agatha’s hand absentmindedly running through Rio’s hair while watching a documentary.

“You choose.” Agatha responded not taking her eyes off the TV.

“No, I can’t decide.” Rio replied yawning.

She held her phone higher slightly blocking Agatha’s view of the TV screen.

“Help.” Rio demanded as Agatha tried to continue watching the programme past the other woman’s hand. “I am tired from my late night flight and I have no idea what I want.”

Finally peeling her eyes away from the programme, Agatha glanced at the phone and quickly scrolled to one of their usual delivery places jabbing her finger at the screen.

“This one’s always good. And you always say how much you love their dim sum stuff.” She explained her attention already back on the TV.

With a slow “Mhhh.” Rio brought the phone back down to her eye level and skimmed the menu.

“Or we can get tacos,” Agatha added clearly sensing Rio’s indecision. “I just thought you’d have had some good ones back home. Also the Chinese doesn’t deliver to yours, so…”

“Chinese it is.” Rio concluded after a moment.

She quickly picked her usual order from the menu adding some new dumplings she wanted to try and then scrolled to Agatha’s favourites.

“Your usual?” Rio asked slightly stretching her neck to try and look up at Agatha.

“Yeah,” Agatha replied her eyes still on the TV. Then with a sudden movement she looked down at Rio and added “Don’t order too much.”

“Never.” Rio replied smirking and sticking her tongue out before adding more items to the basket and checking for the estimated delivery time.

Agatha huffed knowing that they somehow always ended up with food for four. She returned her attention to the TV her hand automatically finding its way into Rio’s hair again.

Leaning into Agatha’s touch Rio thought how much she loved days like these. Weekends without plans, without pressing appointments or errands to run. Days filled with sunlight filtering through the big apartment windows but no need to be outside in the noise and hubbub of New York. Days spent tangled up with Agatha and them just being them. And she never had thought that this was what she would ever want but now that she had it she couldn’t imagine a life without it. Without her. Feeling Agatha’s fingers lightly scrape over her scalp Rio closed her eyes sighing gently.

She thought back to the stress of the day before, the frantic search for an earlier flight, the rush to the airport when she had finally managed to change her booking, and the half-hearted apologies to her extended family. The only person she had been sad to leave so early was her abuelita. But something in the old woman’s smile as she kissed Rio’s hand wishing her save travels told Rio that she knew how much Agatha meant to her, how different this situation was to any of her previous flings or short lived girlfriends. Her abuelita understood. And yes, coming back after a mere three days apart had seemed pathetic. But having this extra time with Agatha had absolutely been worth all the stress and extra money she had spent.

Letting out a contended sigh Rio inched closer into Agatha’s side, draping her leg over Agatha’s and lifting her head up just enough so she could fully see her lover’s face. Looking at the woman’s profile her gaze swept from her beautiful messy hair flowing in waves around her face, over her perfect nose and lips to her sharp blue eyes so intently watching the programme they had put on. And of course the sweater; her old worn out Texas Longhorn hoodie, which Agatha was still wearing.

“Riooo?” Agatha asked drawing out her name, while her eyes remained trained on the TV a faint smile playing around her lips.

“Nothing.” Rio replied still quite obviously staring at Agatha.

Agatha raised her eyebrows and stole a glance at her before looking back at the TV.

“I was just thinking…” Rio added smiling softly. “…how much I love this.”

“I love Chinese food, too.” Agatha replied a little too quickly still staring straight ahead.

But Rio knew better. She knew all too well that Agatha was only feigning ignorance and had fully understood Rio’s meaning. She knew this was simply how Agatha was, always masking her feelings with humour, deflecting, struggling to put into words what was going on in that beautiful head of hers. And Rio had gotten used to it, she even had started to love this little quirk of hers. She didn’t just love Agatha despite of who and how she was, she loved her because of it, with all her little bumps and edges. And even if she hadn’t been fully fluent in 'Agatha', the broad smile on her lover’s face was a dead giveaway. Biting her lip and shaking her head slightly Rio let out a low chuckle.

“Food will be here in forty.” She said tossing her phone onto the couch before resting her head back onto Agatha’s chest.

“Good.” Agatha replied pulling Rio closer to herself and planting a kiss on the top of her head.

Smiling at the gentle gesture Rio reached for Agatha’s hand entwining their fingers and shuffling into the other woman’s body. Having found a comfortable position she finally returned her attention back to the TV.

“I love this, too.” Agatha whispered after a while, her thumb tracing circles on Rio’s hand.

Feeling a familiar warmth spread in her chest Rio raised Agatha’s hand to her mouth kissing the back of it.

“I know.” Rio replied quietly and she could feel Agatha’s hand squeezing hers lightly.

“You know what I would love even more though?” Rio mused a sudden thought entering her mind. “When the delivery guy comes I think you should get the door - seeing as you are wearing your new favourite sweater.”

Lifting her head up again to see Agatha’s reaction Rio put on her signature smirk.

“Your favourite sweater.” Agatha corrected her, turning to face Rio her eyes narrowed.

“You are the one wearing it.” Rio pointed out with a shrug feigning innocence.

Taking in her lover’s frown Rio’s grin widened thinking of another tease. But before she could add anything else Agatha’s hand grabbed one of the sofa cushions and shoved it into Rio’s face.

“Hey!” Rio protested her voice muffled by the pillow as she fell backwards into the couch.

Propping herself back up she put one hand on either side of Agatha’s face locking her in.

“Not cool.” Rio said trying to look angry but her features betrayed her as she was smiling down at Agatha.

“I might still burn it.” Agatha teased with a wink.

“Oh... you wouldn’t dare.” Rio replied sticking her tongue in her cheek.

Agatha only raised an eyebrow in response a mischievous look on her face. With one smooth movement she grabbed Rio’s waist and tossed her to the side planting one knee on either side of Rio’s hips reversing their positions. Triumphantly she looked down at Rio with a cocky smile.

“You’re impossible.” Rio huffed but she couldn’t stifle a laugh.

Reaching up Rio grabbed the front of the orange hoodie gently pulling Agatha down.

“I still think you should get the door later.” Rio whispered one hand wandering into Agatha’s hair while her gaze flitted down to her lover’s lips.

“Over my dead body.” Agatha growled without any real bite to her voice before closing the distance between them. Her hands snaked behind Rio’s neck pulling her closer into a long passionate kiss forgetting all about the documentary still running on the TV, their food order, or for a fact, the world around them.

[shanefuckingscott]

Getting drunk with Grayson 🎀

Imagine, getting drunk with Sheriff Grayson 👮🏽‍♀️❤️

Warning: Slight nsfw, Reader is a total hornbag, Grayson is smoking hot

🚫Men and Minors DNI🚫

You and Grayson have been working hard all week on a case you've been working at. There were reports of thieves that lurked around at night, and went into people's homes. They suspect that the thief was actually from Piltover, and the council did not like that.

You and Grayson walked to the councilors to discuss the matter. They all looked at Grayson to hear her updates on the case. Councilor Medarda spoke, "Well, Sheriff, is there any news about this case?" She asked Grayson, looking down on her. Councilor Hoskel scoffed. "Those filthy undercity brats. How hard is it to find these guys?! Maybe you're just not doing your job well!" He accused, you hated these meetings, you hated going to the councils, but you know it's your duty. Grayson clears her throat, "Who ever these thieves are, aren't just common knuckleheads you find in the under city. No. They're alot more calculated, and the equiptment they used to break in one of the houses was only euqiptment found here. The guards on the bridge did not report anyone cross the night the incident occured."

The councilors scoffed at Grayson, and you held her pinky, to sooth her, while looking down on the floor. Councilor Salo scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Well? Do something about it, that's your job, double the guards if you have to!—" He exclaims. Miss Medarda eyes him, and she sighs, "I want this case dealt with. Immedietly. I don't care what you need to do, but people in Piltover are getting worried by the minute. We cannot have that, understand?" She asks. You and Grayson just look to the floor, "Yes, we understand." And with that, you both left.

When you got out, you look visibly pissed, and rightfully so. The whole week, you and Grayson worked hard. You rarely went home anymore, you both just sleeped on the couch in her office and only went home one at a time to get supplies, like food, toothpaste, instant coffee, you literally worked day an night.

This went on for a couple more days, until finally, you catch them, and out them in Stillwater. When that finally happened, you and Grayson took a few days off, rightfully so, and only did your paperwork at home.

"God, we're finally home, but we're still working" You joke, as you hand Grayson her coffee. She smiled softly at your joke, before turning to face her computer screen again. "I know darling, and I'm sorry. Once we finish this work tonight, how about you and me get a drink?" She offers. You were playfully taken aback, dramatically looking shocked, as you out a hond on your chest, and one faceing Grayson. "Ah! Officer~ Are you asking me out on a date?" You ask, playfully, and she takes your hand to kiss it. She chuckles at you, "Why yes, my dove. Will you go out with me?" ahe asks, as she pulls you onto her lap, so she can kiss your neck. You giggle at eachother, and you pull back to kiss her face.

Work still wasn't easy, even at home, but after a couple hours, you finally finished it all. "Yes! I'm all done for the week, baby look!" You call Grayson, and proudly show her your finished work. She smiles, and kisses your forehead. "That sounds wonderfull, my dear. I'm about to finish up, how about you get in the shower, and start getting ready, okay? Once I'm done, I'll join you, and we can bathe together." You eagerly took her up on that offer, running in the bathroom, as Grayson scolds you a little bit as you do, "Don't run, my love, you might fall!"

You take a nice hot shower, and Grayson joined you halfway through it. She shampooed your hair, worshipped your body, planted kissess in your face, and with that, you feel all the happiness in the world. And suddenly, the weeks of hard work were worth it, if it meant getting to do this with your wife as a reward. You scrub and massage her back, she was visibly tense, but loosened up a little bit. When you both got out, Greyson put on a tan shirt, and jeans, with white shoes. She looks absolutely hot, you can see her muscles filling in her shirt. God, you are so lucky to have married that woman.

You wore whatever u want, (make it appropriate, you're gonna be naked later anyways) You looked absolutely amazing. You wore the necklace Grayson gifted you for your anniversary, and she looked absolutely mesmerized by you. "Like what you see?" You tease her. She chuckled, and reached for your hand. "M'lady" She says, with a little curtsy. You giggle at her, and give her your hand, and she kisses your knuckles. She bring you to the car, and opens the door for you, "My dear, what a gentleman~" You say to her with a wink. and she gets on the driver's seat.

You both get to the bar, it was a calm atmosphere, and Grayson orders you both drinks. You just look at her with a smile, you can't believe this hot sexy woman was truly yours. She notices, and teases you, "enjoying the view?" She nudges you, and you roll your eyes. The beautiful atmosphere of the city, with your most beloved.

When the drinks came, you and Grayson teased, and flirted with each other all night, like you two weren't already a married couple. Grayson is surprisingly good at holding her alcohol. Ater a couple drinks, she wasn't even fazed, she was just calm, and less tensed. "Hmm, we needed this, didn't we?" You say to her, and she looked a little guilty for not doing this with you sooner. "Yes my love, but 'm glad we get to unwind now." She softly smiles at you, and tucks your hair behind your ear. "You look beautiful tonight, my love." She looks at you, she has perfect eye contact. Her finger circling the rim of her glass. You were visibly red now, the alcohol, and Grayson's flirty and deep voice. You're getting kind of hornier by each drink.

"Hon..." You say, she looks confused and a little worried now, "dear? Are you drunk? do you want to go home—" "I want you to fuck me, Grayson." You cut her off. She's visibly surprised, and confused, but her expression quickly changes to something a little darker. She stands up, and reaches for your hand, which you immedietly give. "Let's go home then." She gestures for you to get uo, and she makes her way to her car. She opens the door for you like the gentleman she is, and when she gets in the driver's seat, you immedietly pulls you into a kiss that turns into a makeout session.

"You taste so good, my love." She lets out low moans in the kiss. You smile, and slightly pull away to answer. "Mhm, better be, that's your money." You tease, your breaths so potent with alcohol, you kind of get a little more drunk, the more you kiss her. Your clothes, and hair all messy. You take your top off to reveal your bralette. She pulls away to catch her breath, as she admires the view. and kisses your forehead. "Let's continue this at home, shall we?" You nod, and agree, and get off from her lap, to sit next to her while she drives, and she puts a hand on your leg once in awhile, when she's not using it.

Once you both get home, let's just say she fulfills all your wishes that night. ❤️

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I'm sorry, but HAVE YOU SEEN GRAYSON ON THAT GIF?! Ahem... I kinda wanna be that cup on the GIF, I'm so jealous. 🙄

[distant-velleity]

new kai oc?!??!?!

MOLI FENG (锋茉莉)

[SSR] Council Uniform

“Weapons and armor don’t make the warrior—discipline and strength do!”

The student council president of Flower Blade Academy. Stoic and disciplined with a stern resting face, she may come off as imposing. However, she aims for improvement, not impossibility, and tries to be reasonable.

she was supposed to be the main helping figure in my event, at the fan school it was hosted at, and she's ruixing's cousin lol--- idk i just think shes neat </3 if u guys want i could post more abt her and her fan school and all that

(voicelines and groovy below)

Birthday: July 7th (Cancer)

Age: 18

Height: 176 cm

Dominant hand: Ambidextrous

Homeland: City of Orchids

Grade: Junior

Club: Xiangqi Club

Best Subject: History of Magic

Hobbies: Tai chi

Pet peeves: Close-mindedness

Favorite food: Pork buns

Least favorite food: Bitter melon

Talent: Swordsmanship

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Summon: Feng Moli of Flower Blade Academy. I look forward to my stay here. …Rest assured, I’ll try not to be too much of an intrusion.

Set to Home Screen: Thank you for your hospitality.

Home Transition 1: I heard that Ruixing is in Diasomnia. If the rules allow it, I’ll pay my cousin a visit and see if his dormitory lives up to its reputation.

Home Transition 2: The statues of the Great Seven line the main street, dignified and honorable… In the future, I’ll make sure to hold my head high just as they do. 

Home Transition 3: Hm… This campus could use more varied physical education facilities. The mind and imagination work in tandem with the body. 

Home, after login: I’m here representing Flower Blade Academy at one of the largest arcane academies. There is no room for carelessness; I must be extra conscientious. 

Tap Home 1: All student council members are awarded ceremonial swords at Flower Blade Academy; unlike Night Raven College, it used to be a military institute. …Of course, my sword is the real deal.

Tap Home 2: So you have stables on your campus as well… I do recall Silver mentioning something to that effect. 

Tap Home 3: I don’t agree with Coach Vargas’ methods entirely—everyone learns differently and at different paces. However, I do appreciate the kind of instructor who believes in the potential of their students.  

Tap Home 4: I ran into some other students on my morning jog. I was pleasantly surprised—it seems a spirit of self-improvement exists at Night Raven College, too.

Tap Home 5: …Enough. You have my attention. How can I help you?

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“I’ll never grow complacent—I swear on my honor!”

Home Transition (Groovification): Night Raven College students… are a rowdy sort, aren’t they? Aggressive, competitive, stubborn… Heh. All commendable qualities, of course.

Tap Home (Groovification): Soldiers have to be able to sleep under any conditions, though we’re no real soldiers. That is to say… The conditions in Ramshackle are rather unique.

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Stalker- Kang No-eul

context: No-eul is stalking you. She follows you to work, to your home, knows your number, your social media, your habits and what you like the most. The imagine will be written in parts, I just don't know how many.

inspiration: The Diner- Billie Eillish

Words: 3k

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No-eul worked at a clothing store. Her days were boring as she had to deal with rude teenagers, disgusting and clueless old men who would hit on No-eul, making her want to vomit, or killing such disgusting human beings. Working there, for the 28-year-old woman, was shit, to be more specific. But it was one Friday that everything changed. She was organizing the men's section, cursing to herself when she heard a sweet laugh, what caught her attention. She turned to the door, and saw you. Your face, your hair, your body, the way you walked and looked around the store curiously attracted her immediately, she felt as if her heart already belonged to you, as if her body already knew you, and if it didn't, she needed to. No-eul dropped the jeans she was holding and walked towards you, intending to help you, but stopped halfway when another attendant came to you first, catching your attention.

No-eul sighed in frustration, and returned to the men's section, organizing her jeans, while watching your interaction from afar, imagining what it would be like to be in her colleague's shoes. Her gaze penetrated you, the way you frowned as you listened to what the attendant said, your calm and focused face, your sweet and friendly smile as you spoke, the way you ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it away from your face...You. She needed you. She knew it, and she knew you needed her too.

It was then that she had her most brilliant idea. She moved to the payment counter, waiting until you and the attendant walked up to the counter, No-eul forced a friendly smile, and said: "Sun-Jin (the attendant's name) the boss told me he needed you to go to the warehouse to look for clothes from the old collection..." No-eul said, placing her elbows on the counter. The attendant glanced at you, as if trying to think of what to do. "Don't worry, I can take care of your client, it's no problem for me." No-eul says, giving you a playful wink, making you smile shyly. No-eul liked it, she said, she loved it actually. "Well, then I'll leave her to you. I'll reward you later, No-eul, thank you." No-eul shrugged, smiling sympathetically as she watched her colleague enter the warehouse over her shoulder. When No-eul turned back to you, she watched you carefully place your clothes on the counter.

She smiled as she picked up each piece of clothing and started by taking off the alarm clock, discreetly examining each piece of clothing. "You have good taste..." No-eul says, giving you a quick glance, starting to scan the barcode on the label on the reader. You smiled slightly, without showing your teeth, letting out a nasal laugh "Thank you...I like your coat" You praised, and you could see No-eul's roguish smile forming, making you slightly admire No-eul's face. "Here's the total...Are you going to pay by card?" No-eul asks, as she looks at the computer screen. "Yes..." You say, taking the card out of your wallet, No-eul holds out the payment machine, and waits a few seconds until you take out the card, after you have made the payment. "Have a good day" You said, with that sweet smile that made No-eul want to smile for the rest of the day. No-eul was so lost in admiring you, that she didn't even notice when you spoke, and when you turned your back leaving the store with the bag in your hands. No-eul sighed, watching you walk across the store, knowing you would come back. Sooner, or later.

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Xoxo, bye babies!

[samiwok]

/2025.SAMIWOK/

{ NSFW } — A Valentine’s day gift,

pairing : Rafayel x fem!reader

summary : it’s Valentine’s Day and Rafayel invites you to spend it with him at his place. the night goes pretty well and it ends up just the way you expected.

content : 6k words. chocolate aphrodisiacs ?? ; use of handcuffs ; oral sex : reader receiving ; soft sex ; Rafayel teases a lot

note : the explicit smut part isn’t that long it’s mostly the tensed atmosphere before that is well written but i’m planning on improving about that. anyway. that’s the first lads fic but there’ll be more heh

“Valentine’s Day is a stupid and commercialized holiday.” Those were your own words for many years.

You’re a grown adult and you still see Valentine's day as a scam; something made up completely by a capitalist society forcing people to spend money. Because truly.. who wouldn’t want to see their loved ones smile ? Of course you still think that it is the reality behind that holiday.

Yet it’s different this year.

Because this year you have him. Him, who texts you daily to check on you. Him, who stares at you like you’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen. Him, who makes you feel loved simply by smiling back at you.

So yeah.. Valentine’s Day is stupid. Stupid and made up to have stupid people spending their stupid money on stupid things to give to their lovers. Stupid holiday. Yet you crave to spend it with him. You crave his gifts, his touch.. well, his attention.

You’re still in the street, walking home from today’s assigned missions. Your eyes wander around the city. Couples.. Families.. And in the middle of that, single souls, wandering around the streets, looking lonely just like you.

Lonely… Yeah, perhaps you should try and call…

Oh ?

You take your phone out of your pocket and see the familiar face of the one you think about a little too much these days. “Incoming call : Annoying fishie…<3”

You smile at the only presence of his name on your screen, because the truth is he’s got you wrapped around his fingers. So much so that you’re smiling at your phone in the middle of the street, excited to hear his voice before you even pick up the call. You cough slightly before you do. After all, you wouldn’t want to give him the confidence he needs to tease you.

“Hello ?” You reply, quite calmly and your voice almost sounds a little cold.

“Hmph. Finally ! I thought you’d never pick up the call.” And there he goes, complaining not even five seconds into the call. You sigh longly. He’s always so dramatic.. and for what ? That man is 24 after all and still pouting like a little boy whose mother refuses a toy. Ridiculous. But even that part of him makes him lovable to you.

“Don’t even start-“ You reply and he interrupts with a soft laugh that warms your heart. You instinctively smile because you can picture his lips curling up as he laughs and his eyes matching the playful tone of his voice as he speaks.

“Is my Miss bodyguard free tonight, by any chance ?” He asks so politely. Usually, he would tell you to join him wherever he wants to see you. Who would’ve imagined him being so sweet as he suggests a plan to you.

You take a look at your watch quickly and it displays 5:21 pm. It is not late. Your plans for tonight were mostly about heading home, showering, eating dinner and sleeping. You worked today and you have to go back to work tomorrow. Yeah… Stupid holiday which doesn't even allow a resting day.

“My weeks are only filled with meetings with colleagues and wanderers.” You reply right away, complaining a bit about how tired you feel. The question was not about it, yet Rafayel still replies to you with worry and encouraging words.

On the other end of the line, he’s looking around the garden. It is empty; just the way he feels when you’re not by his side. He respects your job, knows it’s hard and doesn’t want to be a bother yet he’d be ready to beg for you to come see him everyday.

“Need a massage, cutie ?” He asks and you can almost picture that annoying smirk on his lips from here.

Of course he was going to flirt with you. There is no way he calls you and doesn’t try his tricks on you. Because he loves the way you always let out a little blank before you reply, as if thinking hard about a perfect answer.

“…How much will it cost ?” You hear a slight humming sound as you reply. It’s not the first time you flirt back, but it always feels so surprising for him.

He chuckles and his breath on the speaker almost tickles your ear with its sweetness. “We’ll figure something out.” He replies and the sound of his voice drives you crazy. His low voice is so unusual it strikes a special feeling inside of you.

You want him. Oh God you do.

There is a brief silence, quickly interrupted by Rafayel. “7pm at my place ?” he asks. You ponder for a while and agree. If this is going to be the first Valentine’s day you spend with him, you might as well make it unforgettable for both of you, right ?

There’s a few more brief exchanges and you hang up the phone the minute you step through the door to your apartment. You head towards the living-room and lay on the sofa.

Tired… You think as you close your eyes for a few seconds. You were gonna prepare of course, but a small nap never killed anyone.

You open your eyes and stare at the ceiling that is only lightened up by the colored lights of the bar that’s on the other side of the road, right in front of the building you live in. It goes from a flashy purple to various shades of pink before it turns to a light blue. It goes in a loop and it reminds you of Rafayel’s color palette.

You smile at the thought of him. Again. Oh how desperate you look like when your brain replays hundreds of memories of his pretty eyes devouring you alive.

You grab your phone that’s vibrating right next to your ear in a quite annoying way and hold it up pretty close to your face as you’re still laying down.

You open Rafayel’s message and your cheeks get slightly red. “do you like surprises, miss bodyguard ?” he asks and his message is joined with a picture of half of his naked chest and his hand holding out a pair of handcuffs.

You never tried this before yet the photo instantly turns you on. Perhaps it’s because you know it’s him holding them out that you want them on your wrists so bad.

You gulp before responding almost immediately. “Want me to tie you down to the bed ?” You tease and surprisingly he instantly responds “…who knows. im eager to see you try” punctuated with playful emotes.

Of course he was gonna text this. That man just has a way of driving you crazy that is incredibly strong and even though you’re used to it by now, he somehow still manages to get you giggling every single time.

You take a quick shower, not wanting to be late for your date with your very first Valentine. And because your hair today is especially beautiful, you decide not to wash it to be the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. When you get out of the shower and head over to your bedroom, the clock displays 6:02. You’re right on time to make yourself pretty with a bit of makeup and the stunning clothes you have in mind.

That man deserves it, with the way he makes you feel : loved and safe; Respected and interesting. You take a good look at yourself in the mirror and you feel so beautiful you would almost want to kiss yourself.

Perfect. You grab your phone and quickly type a message before going out of the building.

“Will be there in 20.”

As you head to his place, the night is slowly falling. You look around and realize the streets are empty. The ocean is pretty agitated tonight and the warmth in the air surrounding you is a sign of a storm incoming.

You’re not really fond of huge storms, at least not at Rafayel’s place since he lives so close to the ocean. Your eyes are fixed on the horizon and before you even realize it, you’re right in front of his place. It’s a pretty immense ground, definitely way too big for a single person.

Rafayel likes his loneliness but what he craves even more is your presence by his side. Therefore, he walks towards the door the second he realizes you’re here.

You push open the front gate. The lights are on all along the way towards his house. And as you walk up the stairs, he opens the door, slowly leaning against it. He wears his usual white shirt and fancy black pants tonight. He looks good, stunning even, as always; yet you have to admit you feel a bit… disappointed, maybe ? After all, you put on a fancy dress, and high heels for the night. It was not the most comfortable but you felt it was needed to appear perfect for him. Meanwhile, he’s standing there, looking perfect with little to no effort.

“My miss bodyguard made herself extremely pretty.” He points out the obvious. You do look perfect. Your hair is soft and placed perfectly well. You wear a long red velvet dress he has never seen before and it matches the lipstick you chose earlier. Your eyes stare at him in a way that’s making him forget about everything that isn’t you.

Rafayel stares at you in awe and he cannot take his eyes off. You’re beautiful. Always. And when you look like that, you are like a muse to him, his source of inspiration. He wishes his brain could photograph you under the moonlight so he could always wake up with that image of you as you walk up towards him for the whole night.

The whole night.

A whole night to yourselves.

It almost sounds like a dream, yet, when his hand grabs yours and his thumb rubs the palm of your hand, you realize it’s real. All of it. From his soft gaze to his gentle touch to the intoxicating scent of his perfume that’s making you crazy about him. It is definitely real. He is here with you.

It’s the lovers holiday and he decided to spend it with you.

“Are you cold, cutie ?” He asks and he’s ready to go running, and get one of his numerous cardigans to put on your shoulders to protect you from the soft breeze because nothing could ever be allowed to hurt his beloved.

You shake your head. “No. It’s quite warm, actually.” You add, and just when you try avoiding his gaze he flashes you a smile. “Come with me, then.” You walk into this big house of his and even though you’ve come here multiple times before you never get used to how luxurious it seems.

The hall of the house is decorated with glorious statues and large, beautiful paintings made by Rafayel himself. You stare around as if discovering a whole new world and quickly reach the garden. As you set your feet on the wooden patio you realize he’s been preparing a big surprise for you.

There are flowers. Lots of them. Bouquets, all as beautiful as the others. There’s food all over the table, and it’s literally everything you adore. The music playing in the background is from the playlist you once made for him. You gulp, and turn to him, a bit emotional about all of this.

“My God, Rafayel. You didn’t have to do all that.” You don’t even find the right words at this point and maybe you sound a bit ungrateful right now but he knows you well enough to know this actually pleases you, so much that you struggle expressing your genuine feelings.

“Indeed. I didn’t have to.” He repeats, a bit sassy as he approaches you, pulling on your hand until he feels your body pressed against his and he can whisper against your ear. “My Miss Bodyguard works hard daily to protect me, I must repay her the right way.”

You run a hand through his hair and stare at him for a few seconds, eyes intensely screaming how hard you want him and he gets it immediately. His lips crash into yours, capturing your mouth for a passionate kiss and it almost feels like you have not met for years with how hard you’re both clinging to each other.

You pull his hair gently and he almost moans into the kiss. The kiss feels like it’s never-ending and it takes all of his energy to pull away from you.

He takes a step back, catching his breath and without any surprise : he jokes again.

“Let’s not eat dessert yet, mhm ?” He says as he points to the table and all of the delicious food he’s prepared before you come.

Your thumb brushes against your lips as you follow him to a new topic after that steamy kiss you just shared. “Did Thomas help you do this ?” You ask, a bit curious as to how he managed to do this in only a few hours.

Rafayel pouts slightly, his arms crossed as he turns his back on you, “Hmph. I can do things on my own, you know.”

You smile and walk towards him. His back is still turned on you. You wrap an arm around his neck, kissing his cheek softly, your hand caressing his jawline until it reaches his chin, locking it between your fingers and forcing him to look at you.

“Rafayel ?” You say. You raise an eyebrow, a bit suspicious. Your voice is low, almost menacing and his eyes look away from yours, capitulating. “Fiiiine.” he says, still pouting slightly “He helped me a bit.”

“You little liar !” You accuse him but his angel eyes make you forget about it pretty quickly. They’re screaming his innocence despite him the fact he just admitted trying to hide Thoma’s help in his surprise.. “I technically did not lie.” And you shake your head, brushing it off.

As you take a step back, pulling away from him, you cross your arms against your chest in an elegant way. Your eyes are almost challenging him to do something, and he clears his throat quietly.

Rafayel smiles and pulls your hand once again, making you follow him towards the sofa near the table. He remains standing for a few seconds, his eyes hypnotized by the attractive sight of your low-cut neckline given by the angle.

It’s only when you move your head and call out his name once again tonight that he snaps out of his thoughts. “Yeah, yeah, yeah” he quickly says, his head shaking as if it helped chase the dirty thoughts away.

The music changes to the next track, and it’s a much calmer one. The instruments used in that one have the power to change your mood right away and when your eyes meet his, you know your minds are connected. You think alike a lot of times, and now is no exception.

He wants you.

His eyes are filled with lust and he’s practically taking off your clothes with them. His Adam’s apple moves as he tries gulping his desires away discreetly; and fails. His head rests against one of his hands, his index finger tapping regularly against his temples as if he was waiting for something. A sign maybe ? Your consent to him touching you.

You want him.

You blink several times as if it would be enough to hide the perversion of the numerous secret thoughts reflecting in your eyes. Your legs are crossed and subconsciously rubbing against one another, desperately seeking some sort of pleasure. And your breathing… It betrays your needs.

“A glass of wine ?” Rafayel is the first to break the silence between you two. And thank God he does, otherwise you wouldn’t have lasted much longer before jumping on his lap and ripping both your clothes off.

You nod. You don’t drink so much wine, and aren’t into it either but you’ll take anything he’ll give you. Also the kiss you shared just before and the tense atmosphere that seem to surround the two of you does not give you a good reason to turn down his offer. You’re thirsty and it’s not wine nor water that is going to slow it down.

He hands out your glass to you and then his. “Cheers.” He says with a pretty smile matching the softness in his eyes as you stare into them before clinking softly your glass against his.

“Cheers.” You respond and your eyes never once leave his face as you take a first sip of the drink. It’s good. Really good. It’s probably the best wine you’ve ever tasted. At least, the only wine that is not making your face contort in disgust as if being inflicted the worst sufferings in the world.

You put the glass down and smirk at him.

“Shall we play a questions game ?”

You feel a little bolder than usual, and judging by the gaze in his eyes at your proposition, he’s into it. His lips mirror yours, curling up in a playful smirk. “Go ahead and ask a question then.”

You squint as if thinking hard about your question when in reality : you suggested it only because you knew exactly what to ask and where it would lead.

“Then… Let’s start easy. What do you think of my dress ?” You ask innocently caressing the velvet fabric. It feels so soft against your fingertips and you love it. You stare at him as you wait for the verdict.

Rafayel looks at the dress, fully, and his insistent gaze could almost feel uncomfortable if you didn’t want him right here and now.

“It perfectly accentuates that beautiful body of yours, miss Bodyguard,” He replies confidently. “My turn now. What do you hide under that perfectly cut dress ?”

He asks so quickly you can’t even grasp the compliment he just gave you. You gulp and decide to flirt again. “Why don’t you take a guess ?”

“That is not the rule of the game.” He says so low you almost can’t hear him.

“Who cares about rules ?” You say. You could tell him what you wear of course. But you want him to discover it himself for you’ve been dying to see the look on his face when you’d reveal your lingerie to him.

Rafayel approaches dangerously on the sofa. “Careful, cutie. I care about rules, and I’ll make you apply them if I have to.” His eyes are slightly menacing when he accentuates the first person pronoun. His words are an obvious threat but also a challenge. Another. Because the truth is, Rafayel knows you. He knows you, like the back of his hand and he knows the dirtiest part of you is ready to receive a punishment.

That wouldn’t even feel like one, considering some of your fantasies.

You smile and stare as he keeps approaching you slowly, almost like a predator that is about to catch his prey, a prey he’s been going after since they first met.

“I said : take a guess.” You repeat. Your voice is low and your heart feels like it’s about to explode from all the tension between you two. Rafayel’s lips are slightly parted and he sighs. “Can I have a hint ?” He asks, giving up resisting your little game.

“Too easy… Try guessing without a hint and you’ll be rewarded if you’re right.” You say. The bold words come out of your mouth so quickly you can’t even think before you speak. That makes him laugh a bit and he looks quite menacing when he does.

He keeps approaching and at some point you end up laying on your back with him crawling over your body, his hands resting on both sides of your head on the sofa, as if he’s caging you with it.

His eyes narrow as he looks at your lips and then back to your eyes. You don’t even know how divine you look right now. His mind is getting dysfunctional from all the thoughts he’s having, from how bad he wants you. At this point he’s not even trying to hide it anymore.

“Bold of you to assume I won’t claim that reward anyway.” You’re about to protest, when his lips find yours once more tonight. If the kiss from earlier was filled with the desire you both feel for each other; it is no different now, except it’s more pressed, more needy. You bite his lips as a slight punishment for his lack of obedience.

He pulls back and touches his lips you’ve just bitten. “You…” He whines, before he gets up and lifts you up the sofa.

He takes a few steps towards the house and leaves the untouched food on the table along with both your wine glasses. His room is the door that’s right on the left and as he opens it you see how he carefully decorated his room.

There’s a box of chocolate on the nightstand and a few other things. Rafayel carefully put you on his bed. He takes a step back and stares at you from head to toe.

The music that was playing outside is now playing on the small speakers he put in his room. As the next song plays, a smile paints on his lips. He slowly leans over you, his hands delicately taking off your heels. He looks down at you as you’re laying on your back and he’s still standing by the bed.

He looks at his left and opens the chocolate box. “Do you know that chocolates have aphrodisiac virtues ?” You heard about this before, but despite eating chocolate before, you’ve never felt anything special.

You gulp and he’s handing you a chocolate. “They say when the chocolate melts into your mouth, it creates a pure euphoric sensation in your whole body that’s making you crave something else.” He smirks and approaches the chocolate to your mouth. His long and thin fingers rub against your lips as you part them slightly to bite into what he’s giving you.

Your eyes never once leave his, and the expression on your face speaks thousands of unsaid words. He gives you a chaste kiss and eats the other part of the chocolate.

“What do you think, Miss Bodyguard ? Does eating that chocolate strike a special spot inside of you ?” He asks but the answer he wants isn’t about this. What he truly wants to know is whether you want him or not. And he knows you do, because, well, it’s written all over your face. But he wants you to say it.

He kneels on the edge of the bed, his hand pulling up your left leg, bringing it higher until you’re able to rub your feet against his lower back. His long and thin fingers feel so soft against your skin. “Say the words.” Rafayel commands, but the softness in his voice makes it sound like a plea.

He’s containing himself, but he knows he won’t be able to hold himself much longer if you keep staring at him like that while pulling his body closer to yours on his bed, with the sensual music playing in the background.

He grabs the zipper on the side of your dress, pulling it down and you bite your lip when his mouth finds its way down into your neck, dropping gentle kisses and eagerly sucking on your skin. “You drive me crazy.” He whispers between two kisses. His warm breathing on your neck mixed to his growing erection rubbing against your own most intimate parts make you let out a moan.

“I want you. Rafayel, please...” There you are, begging him to go further. Judging by the instant smirk on his lips as he pulls away from you to take off his shirt, he’s been craving to hear this.

Seeing him shirtless got you biting your lower lip, again. His body is perfect. Because it’s him. His chest punctuated here and there with a few moles make him extremely attractive. The way his abs are drawn make you want to admire it. The dim light only allows you to see his curves in the dark yet you still think of him as a work of art.

But you don’t even have time to think about what you’re staring at. Rafayel lays on top of you, whispering things against your ear that probably got you blushing. “Should I be gentle ? Or would you prefer me being rough ?” He asks and it’s most likely the most intimate question you’ve ever been expected to answer.

“Why don’t you take out my dress first ?” You say and you’re surprised yourself. Because you have no energy left in your body to resist him, you just crave to feel him inside of you yet you still try gaining time over that.

He chuckles. Part of him is quite irritated not to have an answer yet. His frustration leads him to be quite in a hurry as his hands start pulling down on your dress. Quickly, your bra is revealed and he’s almost salivating at the sight.

“Beautiful.” He whispers against your skin as he pulls you off the bed. You’re standing now and as if he was your loyal subject, he kneels before you. His eyes are practically devouring you right here, dropping kisses along your chest while pulling down your dress to reveal your full body.

“Beautiful.” He repeats as his mouth goes down on your body. Your skin is burning from the initial heat in the room mixed to the heated exchange with him just a few seconds ago.

You gulp and hold your smirk when the dress finally reaches the floor. With grace, you hold onto his shoulders and get rid of it, throwing the dress away in his room.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” You mutter and his eyes almost sparkle at the sight of your stockings. “You-“ He starts and he stops himself. He’s got too many things to say, but he prefers to show you instead.

Too many words could bore you. But his hands ? Oh no there’s no way his expert hands bore you. He brings your left leg to his shoulder, and with his eyes closed he starts kissing your inner thighs. He knows it can get quite a sensitive spot when you’re so desperate to be loved, physically.

His mouth moves fast towards your pussy and it catches you off guard, your mouth letting out a few moans as you almost beg him to stop. You surely don’t want to cum just yet, but he has the entire night to make you. And it’s starting now. All of his senses are focused on hearing your sweet moans and teasing your wet sex. He loves to hear you and the smirk on his lips as you get louder only grow larger.

“Did you- mh like the lingerie I’ve chosen ?” You still manage to ask. You’re not one to beg for compliments, but you know the garter belts made him lose his mind for a second. And that’s the exact reason he’s still kneeling, despite the floor of his room not being comfortable, and for what ? Only to pleasure you.

“It’s perfect. You’re so divine it makes me crazy…” He whispers, opening his eyes to check the reaction on your face, and seeing the evident blush on your cheeks, he’s fully satisfied.

“Why don’t I show you just how much I love them ?” He asks, whispering, his fingers grasping the black lace thong that’s the only thing separating his eager mouth to the sweet spot that could make you a moaning mess. You gasp when he pulls it down, without ever taking his eyes off yours.

“Stay still, cutie.” He drops a kiss first, and quickly sticks his tongue to your clit.

“Rafayel- ah…” Your hands grip his hair instinctively.

As his tongue works hardly against your clit, almost desperate to make you cum quickly, you pull his hair harder. He’s good. He’s so good, you actually wonder how many times before he did this, and to who.

“Focus. Look at me, pleasuring you.” The way he accentuates his last word almost sounds like he can hear your train of thought.

Rafayel hums against your clit, and it sends a special feeling in your entire being. His tongue is lapping faster now and his eyes are dangerously staring at each of your reactions, memorizing them.

It is the most beautiful sight ever. You’re having a great time, he reads it on your face, and he’s just so proud he’s the one making you feel that way.

“I’m gonna.. I’m gonna cum if you keep going.” You warn. And he stops, at least for a second. “Then cum.” He says and it’s almost cruel how he commands you around. He wraps his hands around your thighs, locking you here with him sucking on your clit as if it was the source of the euphoria in his entire body.

And it might be at this point. You feel yourself getting close and he feels it too. With a smirk on his lips, he eats you out harder. Faster. Anything to hear his name fall out from your mouth. His eyes are practically screaming “Go on”.

Suddenly you feel yourself losing your balance, because the wave of pleasure submerging your body is simply too good. It’s been a long time and your legs are shaking so hard. But before you have the time to worry about falling, Rafayel lifts you off the floor and throws you on the bed.

“Have you had enough, cutie ?” He asks and he’s so obviously provoking you with that question. He smirks proudly as he sees you, still panting and the sheets becoming wet between your thighs. It’s his work of art.

You chuckle and shake your head. “Didn't you promise me a surprise ?” You say, referring to the earlier texts. He laughs too. He knows what you mean, yet he didn’t know you’d be into it as well, to the point of asking for it.

He opens the drawer and takes out the pair of handcuffs. “Shall I ?” He asks softly as you approach your wrists, allowing him to put them on for you. He bites his lip, carefully staring as he handcuffs you. His moves are slow, he obviously never did it before. And it somehow warms your heart to know you’re trying things together already.

“There. Does it hurt ?” He asks gently, his eyes scanning your face in a search for responses. “No. Now… I believe we’re not done yet.” You say, extending your leg so that your feet could rub against the obvious bulge in his pants.

As soon as you ask for it, he delivers. He takes off the rest of his clothes and his hard cock bouncing back up makes you bite your lip. It’s long but not too thick, just like you expected it to be.

He comes back on the bed and none of you waste time. You both know you’ve been wanting this ever since the beginning of this date. No. Ever since you first kissed.

You spread your legs, your wrists still tied to the bed.

He seizes your waist, pulling your body closer, and of course he doesn’t give you what you crave immediately. Instead, he rubs the tip of it against your clit and smirks down at your desperate expression.

“Put it in.” You command and it’s quite obvious from the hurried tone in your voice that you’re getting frustrated. He loves it when you moan, but he loves it even more when you beg.

His arrogant eyes stare down, and with his hands he takes off your bra, revealing your beautiful breast. He pinches one of your nipples, while his mouth eagerly sucks on the other. “You better ask nicely if you want it.” He whispers against your skin.

His chuckle makes you want to push him down the bed and ride him yourself. But you’re unable to move since he tied you up just before. Now you’re almost pissed off by his attitude, because of course he was gonna push his luck and your limits with it.

“Rafayel.” You say. “I only listen to good girls.” He replies.

He’s making you crazy, in all the ways he can. You want to scream because it feels so frustrating right now. But his cruelty somehow makes him so attractive to you.

“Rafayel please… I need you.” You say, eyebrows pinched together and angel eyes begging for him to stop teasing.

That gaze of yours is all he needs to change his mind and the soft sound of your voice as you beg for him to take you is more than enough.

He doesn’t warn, doesn’t say anything and pushes himself into your wet cunt, and it’s squeezing him so good. He whines with each of his thrusts, desperate. “Mhh.. you’re so good” He moans into your ear.

His hands are holding you in place, and your body’s not flinching, not even when his thrusts become harder and more desperate.

“Rafayel… Kiss me.” You say, almost pleading him to agree and as he obliges, his lips finding their way toward yours, you’re reduced to a moaning mess.

His thrusts switch from delicate and filled with some sort of desire : one to make you feel loved to a more brutal and rough way that doesn't show any mercy to your overstimulated body.

He loves that you take him without complaining. You let him do as he pleases, mostly because you like it that way too, but also because seeing him so free with you feels good. He feels good enough with you to be able to show both sides of himself.

“You’re so good…” Rafayel moans into your ear and he said it before but you never get tired of hearing it. His voice is softer than usual, more serious yet more relaxed at the same time.

His hands caress your thighs, throwing your legs behind his back and you wrap them together, pressing his body together with yours. You crave his voice, his scent and his touch. You want him to fill you up completely because he’s yours and you are his.

“Mine…” He moans against your neck as he sucks on it gently, but still hard enough to leave a mark of his affection.

He thrusts harder, deeper. He’s in a hurry to cum. He wants to make you feel good, wants to moan your name and make you feel like you’re the only woman in the world because, truly, you are the only one that matters to him.

The way he clings to you, and the way his voice calls out your name several times as he keeps burying himself deep inside of you, it just feels right. It feels like the only thing that was ever certain.

You are meant for him.

That’s the only thing that’s on both your minds as you reach orgasm together. And the room is filled with both your moans of each other’s name. Now it’s you and him, no one else matters.

As he cums, he nuzzles his head into your neck, one of his hands caressing your soft hair as you’re both panting and desperately trying to catch your breath. He’s still inside of you and he doesn’t want to pull away.

He feels good in your embrace. It’s warm. It’s filled with your love and that’s the only thing he needs. Now and forever you’re the only one.

Rafayel stares at you for a few seconds and he drops a loving, gentle kiss on your lips. “You’re the only one I want.” He says softly and it brings an instant smile on your lips as you kiss him back.

“I love you.” He thinks but doesn’t say it, after all, there’s still plenty of time to make you feel his love.

A whole night. An entire life. Together always. That’s pretty much the only thing he’s sure of. Yeah. Together, always.

[trashytracktales]

k i need to share this theory cause grrr there’s something about lando that actually gives me a little bit of a ick and i need to share. since we’re all friends right? 🫠

it’s his house.

NO WALK WITH ME. Because i’m speaking from what we’ve seen from the quadrant videos and streams. imagine you’ve been dating a few weeks it’s all new and he brings you to his house for the first time. You walk him hoping to get a bit of spice time sexy time. chill around cuddle, you know.

and there’s him everywhere.

NO SERIOUSLY.

he has his helmets EVERYWHERE, paintings about him EVERYWHERE, trophies EVERYWHERE, pictures EVERYWHERE. memorabilia EVERYWHERE.

but to me it’s mostly the paintings, like i get its a nice thing to keep them and he’s super cute because they are probably fan made or something but he’s got SEVERAL in every room. about him. about him in the car. about him on the podiums.

is it just me or it’s a red flag? I don’t know man sounds like boy’s got an ego yeah?

(lando norris pls invite me to your house i can cook i can clean)

Oui, bestie. I get what you’re saying. HOWEVER, I think it depends a lot on how you look at it. Personally, I don’t mind the helmets or trophies and all that stuff. That’s literally his life’s work on display, and I think it’s kind of beautiful. Like, imagine grinding your whole life for something and then feeling weird about celebrating it in your OWN HOME?? AW HELL NAH. He earned that.

And also, man lives alone. He could paint the walls mcl papaya if he wanted, no one’s stopping him ✌🏻😗

Now, the paintings... I hear you, it can get really crowded. If every square inch of his house is covered in artistic tributes to himself, including one hung strategically above the toilet, then yeah, I might PAUSE for a second. I doubt that’s the case, but I need to see for myself hehe 😁

*me outside his building, begging to let me see the inside of his bathroom

Anyway, back to this, the fact that he keeps and cherishes most of them is so sweet 🥺🤍. That means every fan-made painting and every little gift someone took the time to create, actually means something to him.

If he invites you into that space, I think it’s because he trusts you enough to show you the most personal, unfiltered version of himself. And honestly, being surrounded by little pieces of him everywhere you look would probably be the last of your worries, because why pay attention to that when he’s RIGHT THERE 👀

So, I wouldn’t call it a red flag, I’d call it a very human thing. My own place is full of things I’ve achieved, memories I made along the way, and hobbies that make me me. If anything, this is how you’d really get to know him, beyond just the funny guy on mcl’s yt channel, the unhinged dude on twitch, or the driver on your screen.

Don’t get me wrong, he definitely has an ego, but it’s not from the fact that his face is on everything or that his name is everywhere. That’s just a side effect of his job. His ego comes from... other places. But that’s a different conversation ;)

I’m sure that if you end up moving in together, he’s definitely going to make room for your personality too. But until then? Let him have his little Lando museum.

[islandtarochips]

Shadow Company OC #2

Talofa everyone! I proudly would like to share another masterpiece that I got from @temeyes! Another Art Commission that I have requested from her! But before I showed this to you. I know most of you already know that OCs aren't Canon Characters. Even When making an OC that is like CHILDREN for the Canon Characters. Which it's FINE! And awesome too! Love those kinds of OCs that are connected with the Canons.

But this one is a bit different for me. Because the OC that I'm going to show you is actually related to the Canon who is like BLOOD SIBLING likes. And I gotta tell you. There are some online 'friends' that I've made a long time ago (I cut them off since they were complaining too much about how I made my OCs). That they were not very thrilled with how I made my OCs who are BLOOD RELATED to the family, like being siblings or cousins. Instead of putting my OCs as being the future CHILDREN. It kinda really put me down that I started to erase those OCs and just never mention them again.

It kinda hurts me sometimes and it's hard for me to make some OCs again. But after a few years, my OTHER good online friend, which is @forestgreenbunny, showed me the COD MW2. I have been so obsessed with it that I started to make OCs from it. And when I saw Graves on screen and watched him how he acted in every single scene. I just started to have an idea of giving him a sibling. The one who he will spoil rotten with! But…it started to taunt me again about my past experience showing someone my ideas. Except Bunny here had always shared me with their OCs so I thought that I could show her mine. And she had made me happy about it because she likes the ideas of having the OCs actually related to the Canon characters. Just need to make sure to let everyone know about it.

So...if you guys are interested. Here is my Shadow Company OC! Everyone! I would like for you to meet Graves's Sister!

Lieutenant Callie "Snipe" Graves!

One of the members of the Shadow Company and also Commander Graves's sister!

Before I continue on with this. How old do you guys think she is huh? Lol.

Anyway, Callie has the same personality as her older brother and she always admired him the most. From her childhood, she always looked up to him and wanted to be like him as well. She also saw him as their father's favorite. She doesn't pay much attention to it as she was focusing on being just like Phillip.

She had also wanted her father's attention but didn't get any for some reason. It upsets her most of the time but she forgets about it when Phillip came in and gave HIS attention to her instead. She loved her older brother and would follow him all the way till the end.

So she went with him to join the Marines Corps and later on joined in the Shadow Company. You could imagine that Phillip and Callie are like the most obnoxious duo in this world. Cocky enough to now care for ANYTHING or ANYONE. And will always get the things that they wanted.

You can say that Phillip's attitude had really become bad intentions for Callie. But she doesn't care. As long as she stays with her brother. Everything will be hell of a life! So thank you guys for reading this far! And want to let everyone know that Tim here is still open for Commission! So if you're interested, take a look through here to see the price of it! And give her your GREAT support! Love ya, peles! 😘❤️

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Shattered Vows - Philipp Kurashev

Summary: After proposing, Y/n’s world shatters when she discovers that Philipp cheated on her. Confronted with undeniable proof, she’s forced to question everything. Philipp is desperate to fix what he’s broken, pleading for another chance

Words: 905

Warning: Some swear words. Pure angst.

Y/n had imagined this differently.

She always pictured herself glowing with happiness, crying happy tears, staring down at the ring on her finger with nothing but love in her heart. Instead, she sat frozen on the edge of the bed, staring at her phone, the weight of the engagement ring burning against her skin.

The words on the screen blurred together, but no matter how many times she blinked, they didn’t change.

Hey girly, you should know the truth before you marry him.

Then the pictures. The texts. The timestamps.

Philipp with another woman. The way he held her, his lips brushing against her skin. Messages confirming the worst.

The man who had just asked her to marry him. Cheated.

She didn’t remember getting up. Didn’t remember taking the ring off her finger or how her breathing had turned into gasps, her chest caving in under the weight of betrayal.

She had trusted him. Completely.

And he had shattered her. Completely.

She barely registered the sound of the apartment door unlocking, her ears only catching his voice as he walked in, his voice was still full of happiness from last night.

“Babe?” His tone was relaxed, like everything was normal. Like he hadn’t just ripped her heart out of her chest. “I was thinking we could go somewhere nice tonight. Celebrate a little more. What do you say?”

Y/n couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak.

She felt him before she saw him. Then his hand was on her shoulder, his touch burning against her skin. “Y/n?”

She flinched away.

His brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

She turned then, lifting the phone slowly with a shaking hand. She didn’t say a word, didn’t have to.

Philipp’s eyes dropped to the screen. And in that instant - when color entirely drained from his face drained, when his breaths stopped - she knew.

She knew this wasn’t some misunderstanding.

It was real. It happened.

“Fuck.” The word barely left his lips.

“How long?” Her voice didn’t sound like hers. It was hollow. Dead and cold.

Philipp swallowed, dragging a hand over his face. “Y/n, please—”

“How. Long.”

He stayed silent.

Her chest tightened. “You proposed to me,” she choked out. “You got down on one knee, looked me in the eye, and told me I was the love of your life. After this.” She said as she showed him the screen again.

He took a step toward her, panic flashing in his eyes. “It was a mistake.”

Y/n laughed, but there was no humor in it. It was a sound ripped from somewhere deep inside her, sharp and broken. “A mistake?”The anger in her chest burned hotter. “A mistake is forgetting our anniversary. A mistake is missing a dinner reservation. Fucking someone else is not a mistake, Philipp.”

His entire body flinched. “I swear to God, it didn’t mean anything-”

“Stop saying that! Don’t say that to me!” She snapped. “Do you think that makes it better? That it meant nothing? It still happened!”

His hands clenched into fists at his sides like he wanted to grab her, to hold her together as she fell apart in front of his eyes. “I love you,” he said, voice full of desperation. “That never changed.”

Y/n’s vision blurred with tears. “Then why?” She cried out.

Philipp’s mouth opened, then closed. He had no answer. No excuse.

There wasn’t one.

“I was going to marry you.”

His expression shattered, and he took another step closer, his voice breaking. “You still can. We can get through this. I’ll do anything, I promise. Just don’t leave me.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the image of him with someone else. But it was burned into her brain.

She had spent years loving this man, believing he was the one. That this was her forever.

Her fingers trembled as she slipped the ring off completely, the absence of it making her heart ache. She reached for his hand, the same hand that placed the ring on her finger just hours ago and pressed it into his palm.

Philipp inhaled sharply, like she had just stabbed him. His fingers curled around the ring, his knuckles white. “Y/n-”

“I need time,” she whispered.

Panic spread all over him. “I don’t want time. I want you.”

A tear slipped down her cheek. “Then you shouldn’t have broken me.”

His entire body tensed. More than anything, he wanted to pull her into his arms but he knew he no longer had the right.

She turned before she could collapse entirely, grabbing her coat with shaking hands.

Philipp moved then, his fingers wrapping around her wrist, not forceful, just pleading. “Please,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “Don’t leave.”

She could hear how scared he was. He was realizing how much he was already losing her.

She turned back to him, taking in the desperation in his expression, the raw pain in his eyes. It hurt.

But it wasn’t enough.

Y/n gently pulled her wrist free, her heart breaking into million tiny pieces at the way his grip lingered before falling away.

And then she walked out, the door clicking shut behind her.

She made it halfway down the hallway before her knees betrayed her and she fell down. Breaking down in tears uncontrollably.

Philipp sank onto the bed, staring at the engagement ring in his shaking hand, knowing he had just lost the best thing that ever happened to him.

[winnie-the-monster]

It’s okay Nick you do things on your on time. I’ll fight anyone who tries to push you.

[oceanicpoetry]

Loki's arrival: official concept art (by Andy Park)

[celtrist]

Why does Vassago already have merch, we haven't even met him yet

[frostbite-the-bat]

society if literally 80% of rw fandom and especially rw analysis youtubers (who are great, EXCEPT) stopped calling gourmand heckin' chonker chubby diabetic ginormous whatever and paid more mind to their whole character and not just the fact that they're fat