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‘Movie Night’

Summary: If only life was like the movies. For years, you’d flirted with the idea of something more with Trent, your brother’s best friend.  You'd always danced around the edges of something more with him, sharing flirty moments that felt like scenes straight from the cinema. You had been silently desperate for the main character of your life’s film to finally get the boy but you knew moments like that were saved for Hollywood. The lines were clear; you were always going to be his mate’s little sister. So what happens when you go off script? In a whirlwind of passion, secrets, and stolen moments, you're left wondering: will you and your brother's best friend get the happy ending you've been waiting for, or was it never meant to be more than a fantasy? 

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Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI [ smut, dv, loss of a parent, drinking - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

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Chapter 23 - 'Flowers and Fixing' | ‘Movie Night'

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When you stepped back into the house, the weight of everything you’d just done with Trent came crashing down on you. You barely got the door shut before your knees gave way. Jack turned around from the couch, his face lighting up with a sympathetic smile, ready to console you after what he thought would have been a long night of sorting things out. But when his eyes met yours, his expression changed instantly. You broke into sobs, your body trembling, unable to hold yourself up any longer. The sound of your heartbreak filled the room as you fell to the floor, and Jack sprang up, rushing to you. His strong arms caught you just before you hit the ground, pulling you tightly against him.

“Nah, nah, nah. What happened, Y/N?” he whispered, his voice laced with confusion and worry. His hands cradled your head, smoothing your hair as your sobs wracked your body. He held you as if he could physically keep you from falling apart. You couldn’t find the words immediately, choking on your tears as you buried your face in his shoulder. Jack waited patiently, his arms never leaving you, his hand rubbing comforting circles on your back. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. Just breathe, yeah?” But it wasn’t okay. Nothing felt okay. 

“Jack…” Your voice broke, and your words came out in pieces between your sobs. “I can’t do this. I can’t do this anymore.” Jack pulled back just enough to look at you, his brows furrowed in concern. 

“What do you mean? What happened?” He was trying to piece together why you were in such hysterics. He’d left you with Trent, thinking the two of you would reconcile, work through whatever tension had built. Instead, you were here, utterly shattered.

“I tried… I tried to make him…” You paused, struggling to get the words out. “I tried to make him treat me like Josh did.” The confession hung heavy in the air, and Jack froze, his heart breaking for you. 

“Y/N…” he started softly, his voice barely above a whisper, but you interrupted him, your tears streaming even harder.

“He tried to love me the way I needed, but I didn’t know how to let him.” You shook your head violently, the weight of the truth crushing you. “I tried to force him into something he’s not, and it hurt him. It hurt me.” Jack’s grip on you tightened, his own emotions threatening to spill over. Jack didn’t totally understand what happened but he knew Trent was nothing like Josh. 

“He’s not Josh,” he said firmly, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “And that’s the whole point, Y/N. He loves you. He’s never going to treat you like that because he can’t. He’s not wired that way. And thank God for that.” You nodded weakly, but the guilt still consumed you. 

“I ruined it, Jack. I’ve ruined everything. I can’t do this—I don’t know how to do this.” Jack cupped your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him through your tears. 

“Listen to me. You didn’t ruin anything, okay? You’re hurting, and you’re scared, and you’re still trying to unlearn what he did to you. But Trent—he’s not going anywhere. He loves you, and you love him. That’s all that matters.” His words broke something inside you, and you sobbed harder, your hands gripping his shirt as if it were the only thing tethering you to the ground. Jack held you tighter, rocking you slightly, his own tears threatening to fall as he whispered, “You’re going to get through this, Y/N. I promise you. You’re not alone. Not with me, not with Trent. We’re here, and we’re going to help you heal.” You cried into his shoulder, the weight of his words slowly settling into your heart but not enough to heal it.

“He has a video…” you sobbed unrelatedly, your voice trembling with panic as you tried to explain it all to Jack. Each word came out fragmented, as if saying it aloud made it all the more real. “Josh has it… I don’t know what to do. I’m so scared, Jack.” Your chest heaved as the sobs overtook you, and your breathing became uneven, shallow. Jack’s face darkened, but his voice remained soft. 

“I know,” he whispered, his hands running up and down your back in a futile attempt to comfort you. “I know, Y/N. T told me.” He hushed you. He didn’t love that existed but he in no way was faulting you for the way Josh was acting and in no way wanted you to feel like this. You gasped, unable to compose yourself, your breath catching in your throat as the weight of everything crashed down on you again. 

“I don’t want to do this,” you cried, clutching at his shirt like a lifeline. “I’m hurting everyone. I’m hurting him, I’m hurting you—I can’t stop it.” You weakly whined. 

“You’re not hurting us,” Jack soothed, but his words couldn’t break through the tidal wave of guilt pulling you under.

“I can’t have him, Jack,” you choked out, shaking your head as tears streamed down your face. “And I’m hurting him anyway. He doesn’t deserve this. I can’t do this to him.” Jack’s heart broke watching you crumble. 

“You didn’t hurt him, Y/N. You’re not the one doing this—Josh is. And Trent? He wants you. You can have him. Please don’t push him away because of what that asshole is doing to you.” His voice cracked slightly, his own emotions bubbling to the surface. He’d never seen you like this. After your mum passed you got notably less emotive. When you did crack, you cracked but this was like nothing he’d ever seen. Your whole body shook. He cupped your face, his thumbs brushing away your tears as he tried to ground you. But your mind wouldn’t stop spiraling. 

“You said it yourself,” you whimpered, your voice so small, so broken. “I’m just someone Trent is taking advantage of.” You explained sort of unfairly but you weren’t thinking straight. You were twisting words in an effort to convince yourself or maybe hurt yourself. Nothing made sense. Jack’s eyes widened in shock. 

“What? No, I didn’t—” He tried to defend himself, not for his own sake, but to get you to understand that wasn’t what he said. He initially had said the word trying to protect you. He didn’t think Trent actually had and even less so now in light of everything. 

“It’s all the same!” you cried, cutting him off. Your voice broke as you continued, your words drenched in anguish. “Josh, Trent… I thought he was different, but when I gave him the opportunity, he did the same thing, maybe I’m just fooling myself. Maybe he’s just using me like Josh did, and I’m too stupid to see it. So fucking stupid. And I let him touch me. He’s going to be just like him.” You cried. Jack felt like he was trying to play catch up. Your thoughts were moving so fast and they were so intense he could barely follow but he knew two things for certain; Trent was not Josh and Trent loved you, something Josh never did. 

“That’s not true,” Jack said firmly, his hands still holding your face as he forced you to look at him. “You know that’s not true. Trent loves you, Y/N. You’re not just someone he’s passing the time with, or someone he’s using. He would never do that to you.” He explained.

“But Josh…” you started, your voice trembling.

“Josh is a piece of fucking shit!” Jack snapped, his voice louder than he intended, but he softened immediately when you flinched. “Josh is nothing like Trent. And you know that. You’re scared, and I get it, but don’t let that bastard ruin this for you. Don’t let him ruin you.”

“I can’t… I can’t let him have that video,” you whispered, shaking your head as fresh tears streamed down your cheeks. “He’ll use it. He’ll use it against Trent, and I can’t let that happen to him. I won’t let that happen to him. It’s all my fault.” You attempted to take a deep breath to try to fill your lungs but it was dry. It did nothing to relieve the pounding in your head.  Jack’s jaw clenched, his protective instincts flaring. 

“We’ll figure it out,” he promised, his voice resolute.  “You’re not in this alone. We’ll figure out how to deal with Josh, but you can’t push Trent away because of him. You love him, Y/N. Don’t punish yourself for that.” Your shoulders shook as you broke down again, the weight of Jack’s words both comforting and overwhelming. 

“I don’t know how to fix this,” you whispered.Jack pulled you into his arms again, holding you as tightly as he could without hurting you. 

“You don’t have to fix it alone,” he said softly. “You don’t have to do anything alone anymore.” He shut his eyes tight, trying to fight back tears. He so often spoke to your dad filling him in on how you and he were doing. That he had handled finding that doctor for you, that flight ticket you needed, bought you dinner, drove you home, and yet… none of it mattered, it wasn’t enough. How had he missed this. You were in so much pain. He thought he was taking care of you all this time but in reality you were being dismantled. You were hurting. His heart was in pieces, his stomach in bits, he couldn’t believe just how hurt you really were. "Y/N…” He gently spoke. “What happened tonight? I don't understand," Jack said softly, though his voice carried the weight of his concern. His body tense as he watched you unravel in front of him. Your shoulders shook with sobs, your face buried in your hands as though you were trying to shield yourself from the world-or from him. You looked up at him, your tear-streaked face trembling with emotion. 

"Jack... please, just listen, okay…." you whispered, the words cracking under the weight of your sorrow. "I know you don't want to hear this. I didn't want to... I didn't want to do it. I don't even know how it happened." The lump in your throat making the words nearly impossible to get out.  Jack frowned, leaning closer as if that could somehow bring you back to him, back to a place where you could breathe. 

"I’m not going to be mad, alright…” He sighed feeling guilty for treating you so harshly when this all first kicked off, not knowing how brutal it all had been, how fragile you were. He wasn’t going to get mad anymore, he just wanted to help his little sister. "Tell me," he urged gently. "Whatever it is, you’re okay. I’m here." You shook your head, the words trapped in your throat. When you finally forced them out, they came in a rush, messy and jagged. 

"I was crying... and then it just happened. I didn't stop it, I begged. I don't know how to stop it anymore," you admitted, your hands trembling in your lap. "It's like... it's like I don't even know how to feel anything without pushing it all down. And we had sex, Jack. We had sex, and it felt wrong, and it felt... right at the same time, but I wasn't there. It was so cold. I wasn't with him. I was just-" Your voice broke, and you covered your face again, your shoulders heaving with each sob. You remember feeling like you were not in that bed. Feeling like you were sitting in the corner watching yourself get defiled. You couldn’t feel his hands on you no matter how bad you wanted to. Not the hands you knew at least. It was like all you could feel was the hurt you were creating. Your body moving off instinct and panic fighting to survive. His skin was against yours but it wasn’t close enough. You couldn’t feel his warmth because you had turned off completely. It was harrowing and you had forced his hand.  Jack stayed quiet for a moment, his face unreadable as he tried to process your words. "I'm sorry," you whispered, choking on the apology.  "I shouldn't... I shouldn't even be telling you this. I just... I don't know how to fix me."  You whimpered feeling a million things at once, one of them right now; embarrassment. You felt like a broken doll. You felt like you had hoodwinked Trent into liking this character, this girl next door, who he flirted with at his best mate’s movie nights and yet now, when he got you alone, when he got to love you, got to see you, there was this terrible broken marionette in place of that once cheery girl. 

"Y/N," Jack interrupted softly but firmly. He shifted slightly so there was some distance between you, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped together as though trying to steady himself. "Please. Don't stop. Just tell me. I need to understand." You let out a shaky breath, your eyes darting away from his. 

"It was just so automatic," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "The way I was with Josh. I don't even think about it anymore—it just happens. And Trent..." You hesitated, your voice cracking again. "He's so good, Jack. He's so good, and I just-" You couldn’t get the words out.

"You what?" Jack pressed, his tone gentle but insistent.

"I pushed him away," you confessed, your voice trembling with guilt. "I pushed him away emotionally, and then I pushed him to do something he didn’t want to do... I tried to fix it with sex. I treated it like a transaction. I forced him to do it. I can't imagine it's anything different. That I'm anything different because he did it. Am I just someone he has the upper hand with? Is this all just some huge mistake?" You muttered, getting confused by your own thoughts. Jack's jaw tightened, but he didn't interrupt. "And now," you continued, your voice growing more frantic, "I've hurt him. I've hurt everyone, and I'm making it worse. I'm making it worse, and-" You gasped for air, your tears choking you as you clutched at your chest. "And Josh wouldn't even have that video if it weren't for me!"

"Y/N, stop!" Jack's voice cut through the room like a blade, sharp but filled with anguish. You froze, your eyes wide as you looked at him, your breath hitching in your throat. Jack leaned forward, his voice dropping to a softer, more pleading tone. "Y/N, it's not the same. Do you hear me? It's not the same." He reached for your hands, gripping them tightly as he looked you dead in the eyes. "He loves you. Trent loves you. You are not just some object to him. You're not just some... thing he has control over. You're so much more than that to him, Y/N. You have to trust him. Please, just trust him." 

"But what if-" You shook your head, the tears spilling down your face. 

"No," Jack interrupted firmly. "Listen to me." His voice cracked, his own emotions bubbling to the surface as he tried to reach you. "I get it, okay? I don’t totally understand why you feel like this because it breaks my heart that you do but I get why you think you have to do this. We have to get you out of this cycle, Y/N. You’re good. You need to know you’re good. But you can't keep acting like this with him. This has to go both ways. If you don't want him to take advantage of you, then don't give yourself away like that." Your tears fell harder, your sobs filling the room as Jack's words hit you like a wave. "You're not an object, Y/N," he continued, his voice breaking as he tightened his grip on your hands. "Not to him, not to Josh, not to anyone. You're more than that. You don't have to trade your body for love or forgiveness or anything else. I know that’s easy for me to just say but seriously…” He sighed, his heart hurting so much he needed a moment. “Trent doesn't want that from you. He just wants you. All of you. The real you. The messy, scared, broken you. That's all he's asking for. But you've gotta give him the chance to love you without you pushing him away or trying to control everything.” You collapsed into him, your body shaking as your sobs wracked through you. “You don’t deserve to be hurting like this.” He muttered more so to himself but you heard it. “He loves you, I love you, Dad loves you, Layla loves you, Noah loves you, Meg does… I could go on. Please, you’re so loved and for none of the reasons you think. We love Y/N, just as she is. I’ll do everything I can to get you to love her too." Jack wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly as though he could somehow piece you back together with the strength of his embrace. "It's okay," he whispered, his voice cracking as he pressed his chin to the top of your head. "It's okay, Y/N. We'll figure this out. You're not alone in this. I promise." The room fell quiet except for the sound of your breathing, slowly steadying as Jack held you. For the first time in a long time, you let yourself believe him. Just for a moment, you let yourself believe that you could find your way out of the darkness-with Trent, with Jack, with the people who loved you.

The door creaked open a few days, and Jack stood there, looking at Trent with a mix of uncertainty and hesitation. He hadn’t shaved, his shirt wrinkled, like he hadn’t slept. He held the door slightly ajar, not quite inviting Trent in yet.

“Hey, bro. Thanks for coming over,” Jack said quietly, his voice lacking its usual confidence. Trent stood on the porch, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes carried a weight Jack had never seen before. He didn’t waste time on pleasantries. 

“She alright?” Trent asked, though he already knew the answer. When you left Trent’s house that morning he felt a hollowness he didn’t even know was possible.  He knew what you were doing was self destructive, that you were hurting yourself but he let you go, that’s what you wanted, he’d always do what you wanted.  Jack let out a slow, shaky sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly. 

“Mate… I don’t even know what to say. She’s…” He trailed off, searching for the right words but coming up short.

“She’s hurting,” Trent said, filling in the blank with a quiet certainty that made Jack pause. Jack nodded, stepping aside and holding the door open wider. 

“Yeah. She’s upstairs. But…” He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m not sure she wants to see you. She’s saying all this stuff—how she’s ruining everything, how she’s hurting everyone. It’s like she’s convinced herself she’s nothing.” Jack explained with a blank stare. He listened to you sob on the floor the other day and he just couldn’t wrap his head around it. He felt so naive that he didn’t know you felt this way. A part of it was circumstantial, the video and such, but the majority of it was deeply rooted emotional issues.  Trent’s jaw tightened, and he nodded as if to steel himself. 

“I need to see her. I’m going to fix it.” Trent explained, fairly dead pan. It wasn’t so much confidence as it was determination. Jack gave him a skeptical look, folding his arms across his chest. 

“Look, T. I don’t know if you can fix it. She’s… she’s messed up right now. And you two—whatever it is you’ve got going on—it’s complicated, yeah?” He gave Trent a wry smile. Jack didn’t want to hurt you anymore or throw fuel on the fire but he was drawing a blank at what to do. Still, he was hesitant to let Trent up to your room, despite inviting him over. In theory it felt like a good idea. Jack hadn’t left the house since you came home, neither had you but you also hadn’t left your bed either. He’d seen only you for days and you were so broken and weak. It was only now seeing Trent did it register, did he become aware of even the simplest of the power dynamics you were facing. He never thought much about it, til this moment.  He had watched you almost deteriorate in a matter of days. You were so fragile, almost beyond repair and in walks a strong, nourished athlete… It felt scary. Like if Trent even got close he might break you. He didn’t want to inflict that on you. But Trent’s gaze didn’t waver. 

“She’s the love of my life, Jack. Complicated or not, I’m not giving up on her. I don’t want her to feel like this anymore.” He reassured your brother. Jack blinked, taken aback by the raw honesty in Trent’s voice. He studied his friend for a moment, then sighed, stepping fully aside to let him in. 

“Alright. But just… be patient with her, yeah? She’s… She’s fragile, mate.” Jack told Trent. It was a soft warning but he meant it. There was a change in Jack’s demeanor that he immediately identified. He’d seen it many times. Jack would tease you relentlessly, push you in the pool, steal food off your plate, put you in a headlock; he treated you like he was your big brother. But there were times, not often but they’d happen, where Jack treated you like he was your big brother in a completely different way. He was soft spoken, gentle, aware, he’d buy you flowers when you were sick, he’d pick you up when you needed a ride, he’d give you a cuddle when you needed one. There was a softness that not many people saw in Jack that he reserved solely for you. To a degree, Trent understood it. He was a big brother too after all but there was a gentleness that needed to be present with a little sister that he’d never experience. Jack was cautious with word choices, knowing you’d cling to every word. His hugs were never aggressive or fast, he’d hold you until the tears stopped. There were elements of your relationship that were just more sensitive than anything. You and Jack didn’t forgive and forget, you had to fix and maintain. Trent wanted to protect you just the same as Jack did but the love he felt for you would always be slightly different. Something he had to learn overtime. Growing up maybe some might’ve been able to perceive the way Trent treated you to be like that of a little sister for a bit, you were forcibly close because of Jack’s friendship with him, neither of you ever complaining, but there was a clear turning point for Trent. A period in time where a young boy had to distance himself from you because it became abundantly clear he had a different type of feeling for you then he did about anyone else. He liked you. In fact, he loved you. While everyone had to wait for moments at school to see their juvenile crush, you were omnipresent in his life. He didn’t know it was happening but it made him like you more than the other girls. He got every angle of you. He got to see you completely raw. A way that only Jack got to see but Trent had been there under that roof too. There was just something vulnerable about you you needed to protect. 

Trent remembered going to your mum’s funeral. It was the first funeral he’d ever gone to. He didn’t know what to expect. He’d lost someone too. Someone who drove him home from footie, made him special pasta because he didn’t like the one everyone else was having, got him birthday cards and presents each year, a mum he didn’t even know he had. 

He and Jack spent almost every day together but there weren’t many opportunities to talk about the way they felt, their emotions. Trent could see Jack begin to struggle though as your mum's condition began to worsen. Innocently, he never really imagined that you could actually lose her though. Not then. Even you and Jack, no matter how many counselors or conversations were had, you were not prepared. Maybe subconsciously, Trent saw it best fit to be the release in Jack’s life. Be the person he got to laugh with, be stupid with, run around, play games. It was the only thing he could contribute and he did it well. But at your mum’s funeral, it was the first time he saw Jack in a gentler light. Jack was never mean to you but teasing occurred and complaints were made but he’d never really registered what Jack was to you, and you to him until you lost your mum. You walked in and you both looked stoic. Shells of yourself, his eyes narrowed on your figures trying to recognize two people he knew so well. The service began and from behind, he watched as your body began to shake. You began to slip, overtaken by emotion. He watched Jack reach to you and hold your hand. It was soft and secure. He'd never seen Jack move so gently. Things only got worse from there. As the day progressed, he saw you sob hysterically into Jack’s chest in the corridor. It was an image seared into his brain forever because as he heard you crying, he also watched silent tears coursing down his best friend's cheeks. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t change things. It changed your entire life, altered the way you and Jack interacted with people forever, the dynamic between you all but it also made a massive impact on how Trent viewed you and Jack. What it felt like  when Dianne had to make your birthday cake now or when he and Jack were in school and told to write Mother's Day cards. It shook him. He felt like he never wanted you and Jack to ever have to lose anything else because this one loss had already been too much. It shattered your family. 

Jack was worried. Subconsciously, he worried that Trent wouldn’t know how to handle you in a state like this. How to handle his little sister. Trent didn’t have a sister, how would he know? He sighed though because of everyone in your lives, all the friends, and family, Trent was the only other person who truly understood that there was more to you; the layers you so neatly hide, how truly sensitive and fragile you could get.  Trent’s focus was already shifting to the stairs. 

“I know, Jack. I’m careful with her. But I’m not letting her keep pushing me away. It’s not what’s best, It’s not what’s going to help her.” He explained.

“Alright, then we’re on the same page,” Jack muttered, his voice low but firm. His eyes met Trent’s, and for a moment, they stood there in tense silence. Jack could see the desperation etched into Trent’s face—the fear, the guilt, the love—but it didn’t soften the protective instincts rising in his chest. “Mate, I need her to be okay,” Jack began, his voice shaking slightly but resolute. “You… you can’t fuck this up, yeah?” He pleaded.

“I know,” Trent said immediately, his voice steady. “I won’t.” Jack clenched his jaw, his arms crossing tightly over his chest. 

“Nah, listen to me. This isn’t like before. I mean this. You cannot hurt her, bro. I’m fucking serious. I would never forgive you. I mean it—I’d kill you if you made her worse.” His voice cracked slightly at the end, betraying the emotion he was trying to contain. Trent’s gaze didn’t waver. 

“Jack, I get it. I know this has been hard on you, but… I’m here. I’ve always been here. I’ve taken care of her before, and I’m not stopping now. I just want her to stop hurting. I just want the tears to stop.” Trent spoke. Jack’s jaw tightened, his protective anger clashing with the sincerity in Trent’s voice. 

“You gotta swear to me, Trent. On your life. You’re going to take care of her, properly. No more bullshit. No more pushing and pulling. You’re either all in or you leave her alone. She needs help mate and I’m not letting her get worse than it already is.” Jack looked desperate. He was threatening but it wasn’t coming from a place of anger, at least not anger towards Trent or you. Jack was just hurting and angry you were in the state you were in and he was praying Trent was just the same. 

“I’m all in,” Trent said without hesitation. His voice was soft but sure, his eyes unwavering. “I swear, Jack. She’ll be safe with me. I’ll protect her with everything I have. I promise you that.” Jack’s lips pressed into a thin line, his hands twitching at his sides. For a moment, he just stared at Trent, searching for any crack in his resolve, any hesitation. But he found none. Finally, Jack let out a slow breath and nodded.

“Just… please,” Jack whispered, his voice raw. “Please don’t let her fall apart any more than she already has.” Trent had rarely seen the type of sheer fear in Jack’s eyes. 

“I’ve got it, mate,” He said softly. “I swear. I’ve got it.” Then, in a rare moment of vulnerability, the tension broke. The two boys who had grown up side by side but had rarely shared words this honest embraced. It was quick but full of unspoken understanding. “I’ve got it, bro,” Trent repeated, stepping back and looking Jack in the eye. Jack swallowed hard and nodded. Trent nodded back, his throat tight, and turned toward the staircase. Each step felt heavy, the weight of what he was about to face pressing on him. Jack watched him ascend, his heart aching as he silently prayed Trent would be what you needed, his chest tightening. As much as he wanted to protect you, he could see that Trent wasn’t just another person in your life. He was someone who was willing to fight for you, even when you couldn’t fight for yourself. 

“T… hi…” you whimpered, your voice small and shaky as Trent stepped into your room. You weren’t expecting to see him, at least not in your room. Your heart began to pound. You were supposed to go to Megan’s birthday party tonight. You’d gotten dressed but you weren’t really sure if you were going to be able to make it out the door. Layla and Jack had convinced you it’d be good to get out of the house. No pressure, but they just wanted you to come. It was a fairly relaxed party but nothing about it felt that way. The sight of Trent sent a fresh wave of emotion surging through you, undoing the fragile composure you’d barely managed to maintain so far today. You sniffled, your fingers fidgeting with the fabric of the skirt you were in as you perched on the bed. It was a part of a set, paired with a little matching bra top from Sau Lee. You liked it when you bought it but now it felt too tight, the sequined fabric itched against your skin, none of it was right. The mirror in front of you reflected someone who looked put together, but inside you were crumbling. Megan’s small party at a restaurant was supposed to be a distraction—but you weren’t sure you could face Trent there tonight. You weren’t sure you could face him here, either. Fully dressed, you suddenly felt completely bare. 

“Hi, my pretty girl,” Trent greeted softly, his voice laced with tenderness. His smile was gentle but sympathetic as he crossed the room to you. “You look so beautiful.” You sniffled again, your lips trembling as you tried to fight back the tears threatening to spill over. 

“You still think so?” you whispered, your voice breaking.

“Most beautiful girl in the world,” he murmured, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. You tilted your head up to look at him, your watery eyes meeting his. The hurt behind his deep brown gaze was unmistakable, and it made your chest tighten painfully. The tears you’d worked so hard to stop came spilling over, and your face crumpled as you broke down. “Ah, come on… don’t cry, baby. Please. C’mere,” he whispered, his own heart breaking as he watched you fall apart again. Without hesitation, he sank onto the edge of the bed and gently tugged you into his lap. Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you buried your face into his shoulder, your body shaking with silent sobs. He held you close, his large hands running soothingly up and down your back.  “Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m sorry,” you hiccuped against his shoulder, your voice muffled.

“For what, baby?” he asked softly, his tone full of concern as he shifted slightly to hold you even closer.

“For everything. For being like this… for messing everything up,” you cried, pulling back just enough to look at him through tear-filled eyes.

“Hey, hey. Stop that,” he said gently, brushing your tears away with his thumbs. “You haven’t messed anything up. I promise. You’re just… you’re going through it right now, and I get that. But you’re not alone, yeah? I’m here.” You shook your head, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks. 

“You shouldn’t have to be.” You whined. Trent’s jaw tightened, and he cradled your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him.

“Don’t do that. Don’t push me away because you think it’s what’s best for me. What’s best for me is being here with you. You’re the love of my life, Y/N. Don’t you understand that?” The intensity of his words made your breath hitch, and you stared at him, your heart aching with a mix of love and guilt.

“I’m so broken,” you whispered.

“You’re not.” He cooed softly, completely disagreeing with you. You muttered a barely audible "I am’ and he sighed.  “Then let me help you put the pieces back together,” he replied, his voice steady and sure. “You don’t have to do this alone. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” His words wrapped around your heart like a balm, and you collapsed into his chest again, your arms tightening around him. He held you close, rocking you gently as you cried. “Y/N…” His voice broke, and the sound of it shattered something inside you. “I didn’t mean—God, I didn’t mean for things to happen the way they did the other night. I’d never… I wasn’t—” He stopped himself, exhaling sharply as he ran a hand over his hair. He needed to try to tell you he didn’t like the sex you two had without saying that he didn’t like the sex, because he did… but he didn’t. It was bigger than that. “I just want to do this the right way, to make sure you feel safe with me. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” You pressed your lips together, guilt clawing at you as his words sank in. 

“I know,” you admitted softly, your voice trembling. “I know you didn’t mean it like that. I pushed you.” you sniffled. You felt so guilty. You didn’t want to hurt him when all he’d ever done, not even just since you’d gotten together, no, your entire life, was be good to you. You’d spoken about it a number of times with Jack and Layla since that night; varying degrees of how much intimate details were included of course. Jack was being supportive but you didn’t want to scar him. Nevertheless, you agreed that Trent was nothing like Josh. He couldn’t have been further from it because Trent didn’t shy away from you. He didn’t shut you out, he didn’t shut you up, he just was there for you, every time, just like he was right now.  But the hurt in his eyes was almost too much to bear. You didn’t know how to be there for him when you were the one hurting him. 

“Then why would you say that, baby? Why do you try to push me away?” His voice was hoarse, the pain evident in every syllable. He just wanted to understand. Was right now ahead of potentially going to a party the best idea? No, but it had to happen. He wasn’t doing this anymore, any longer.

“I’m scared,” you finally confessed, the tears breaking free. “I’m scared of losing you. I’m scared of Josh. I’m scared of ruining this. And I don’t know how to fix it. I just…” You trailed off, your hands trembling as you tried to wipe away your tears. Trent’s expression softened instantly, and he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly. 

“Hey,” he murmured, his lips brushing the top of your head. “You don’t have to fix it. We’ll figure it out together, yeah? But don’t push me away. Please.” You nodded against him, your tears soaking into his shirt as his words began to soothe the storm inside you. “I love you, Y/N,” Trent whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “And I’m not going anywhere. No matter what.” The room was silent except for your uneven breaths for a moment. 

“But what if he—” you started, but Trent cut you off, his hands gripping you gently but firmly.

“No,” he said, his voice resolute. “Josh doesn’t get to control you. He doesn’t get to scare you, or hurt you, or take anything from you ever again. I won’t let him. You’re safe with me, baby. Always.” You wanted to believe him, but the weight of your past made it hard. Still, the way he looked at you—with so much love, so much determination—made you feel like it was hard to accept the fact that you felt like your own determination to be loved wasn’t as strong as his desire to love you. It made you hate yourself. 

“I don’t think I know how to let you love me without losing myself, giving myself up to you,” you admitted, your voice cracking just as you feared it would. “I don’t know how to be lovable, to be loved by you.” Trent closed his eyes briefly, as though steadying himself. When he opened them again, they were glistening, his emotions barely restrained. He shifted slightly, wrapping you in his arms more securely, cradling you against his chest.

“Baby,” he murmured into your hair, kissing the top of your head softly. “You don’t have to know how. Let me do it for you. I’ve loved you for so long and that’s never going to change. I’m going to keep loving you, no matter what, please just try to let me. I’ll be here, loving you, however long it takes. I’ll show you, over and over again, that you’re safe with me.” His words broke you completely. You clung to him, sobbing into his chest, your tears soaking his skin. He didn’t mind. He held you tighter, his hands stroking your back, his lips pressing gentle kisses to your temple.

“I love you,” you choked out between sobs, the words raw and honest, filled with the fear and hope you carried. 

“I love you so much.” Trent’s arms tightened around you, his voice trembling as he whispered. Despite the broken pieces still scattered inside you, his love felt like the glue trying to piece you back together. But then, in swift succession, like an old habit you’d never be able to kick, you leaned up to kiss him. Your lips met his magnetically. You felt your whole body relaxed feeling his perfect plump lips against yours but the moment of bliss was cut short because as you relaxed more you felt Trent’s body tense. You were doing it again. You were pushing him. Yes, you had just reconfirmed you loved each other but you were still crying, weak, broken, and he didn’t want to push it, not like this, not yet. You could feel him grapple with the kiss. The realization hit you like a tidal wave, and you broke away from the kiss, your breath coming in short gasps. 

“I… I’m sorry,” you stammered, pulling back. Trent shook his head immediately, his hands cupping your face. 

“No, don’t apologize,” he said firmly. “You don’t have to be sorry, baby. You just… You don’t have to give me anything to make me stay. I’m already here. I’m not going anywhere.”  His words sent a fresh wave of tears streaming down your face, and you collapsed against his chest, sobbing. Trent wrapped his arms around you, holding you as tightly as he could without hurting you. “We’ll get through this,” he whispered, his lips pressing against your hair. “Together. You don’t have to hurt anymore. I don’t want you to feel like you have to be perfect or have it all figured out,” he murmured, his voice steady but thick with emotion. “I just want you to let me love you the way you deserve. That’s all.” He told you earnestly. The sincerity in his words broke something inside you. His gaze searched your face. You looked back at him watching hope poole in his mahogany eyes..

“Why do you love me like this,” you whispered, tears spilling freely now. “I don’t understand.” You genuinely couldn’t comprehend why he loved you. You were very aware of all the things that made Trent a good partner, an attractive partner, the things that made him a person someone would want to be with. You though? It didn’t make sense. So often you felt overlooked, glanced over, never enough and yet Trent was steadfast, adamant that he loved you, that you were more than enough.  

“I will make you understand,” Trent said firmly, his hand coming up to cradle your face once more. “ I love you that much, yeah?” You nodded hesitantly, leaning into his touch as the distance between you finally began to close. Not the physical one, the emotional chasm that Josh had wedged. He held you into his arms, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world, you felt it—the tiniest glimmer of hope that maybe you could tear down the walls and build something new.

"Thank you," your voice cracking. Tears welled in your eyes, his heart ached at the sound and sight of your pain. 

"We just can't fix it like that," he said gently. "But we can figure it out, baby. Together. I just need you to trust me." The silence that followed was heavy, but it wasn't empty. It was filled with all the things neither of you could say yet, the unspoken promises and the lingering wounds that would take time to heal.

“I do. I’m sorry,” you choked out, the words spilling from your lips before you could stop them. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Your voice cracked under the weight of your confession, your chest heaving as tears welled in your eyes, blurring your vision. Trent’s face fell, his expression a mixture of heartbreak and understanding. 

“Nothing, absolutely nothing, is wrong with you.” He cooed. You blinked away your tears looking back at him, his face steady and grounding even as your world felt like it was spinning. “Come here,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. Your face pressed into his chest, and the faint, familiar scent of him—comfort and warmth—washed over you. It was enough to break whatever fragile dam you’d been holding together, but not in the way you thought. He broke it to repair it. Trent was so willing to fix this, fix you. The tears came fast, hot and heavy, soaking into the fabric of his shirt as your body shook against his. 

“I don’t know how to be enough for you when I feel so broken.” You whimpered, your voice muffled against his chest Trent’s grip tightened, his hand stroking the back of your head gently. 

“You don’t have to know, baby. You don’t have to do a thing,” he murmured, his voice calm and steady, a stark contrast to your turmoil. His words made you cry harder, and he kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering as if trying to physically seal his promises into you. “I hate that I can’t take away things that have happened to you, I wish I could but I love you just as you.” You pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him, your face streaked with tears. He looked at you and paused. You looked like a little girl and his heart hurt seeing the face of the girl he grew up with staring back at him, imagining telling that little girl all the things that would unfold and happen to her, he hated how awful all of them were. It was an ache in his chest he didn’t know what to do with. His own eyes glistened with unshed tears as he stared back at you, his gaze soft and full of love. 

“And you’re sure?” you asked, your voice trembling. He reached up, his thumb gently brushing away a tear from your cheek. He sympathetically smiled but it was broken.

“I could not be more sure. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. You are the most important thing in my life. You’ve been in every part of it. And I don’t want any bit of my life, not to have your imprint.” He said, his voice barely above a whisper. “You are it for me, pretty girl.  It’s always been you, and it always will be. I don’t care how hard it gets, I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever.” His words hit you like a tidal wave, and you collapsed back into his arms, clinging to him like a lifeline. He held you tighter, his chin resting on the top of your head as he swayed slightly, the two of you finding some kind of rhythm amidst the chaos.

“I love you,” You whimpered. He closed his eyes, a tear slipping down his cheek as he kissed your hair again. You stayed like that for what felt like hours, the world outside fading into nothingness as you found a moment of solace in each other’s arms. It wasn’t perfect, and it didn’t fix everything, but it was enough for now. Enough to remind you that even in your brokenness, you were still worthy of being loved. And that Trent was willing to fight for you, even when you weren’t sure how to fight for yourself.

“So, so beautiful. You know that?” Trent cooed, his deep voice warm and tender as he studied you. His hand brushed softly against your cheek, his thumb wiping away the remnants of tears. You managed a weak smile, but the fear still gripped you tightly. He noticed it—of course, he did.

“Can you wait right here for me?” he asked gently, his tone careful not to startle you. “I want to get you something quick.” The moment he shifted, the fear flared up in your chest. You couldn’t stop it. Despite everything he’d said, despite all the ways he’d tried to reassure you, you were terrified. Terrified that if he left, he wouldn’t come back. That this fragile connection between you would shatter. You didn’t trust your voice, so you only nodded, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you watched him move you to sit on the bed and walk out of the room. The silence that followed felt endless, like each passing second was stretching out into infinity. You wrapped your arms around yourself, squeezing tightly as if that alone could keep you from unraveling completely. And then, after what felt like forever—but was barely five minutes—you heard the soft sound of his footsteps approaching. When Trent stepped back into the doorway, your breath caught. He looked so perfect, so steady. The very sight of him brought a rush of relief so overwhelming that the tears you’d been holding back spilled over once again. He stood there for a moment, smiling softly, a bouquet of pink peonies cradled in one arm and a small shopping bag in his hand.

“No more tears with me, hmm?” he said as he walked towards you, his voice low and soothing. He held out the bouquet, the delicate flowers an explosion of soft color. “These are for you,” he murmured, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he crouched in front of you. You sniffled, reaching out with trembling hands to take them. The petals were soft beneath your fingertips, and the sweet, subtle scent filled the space between you.

“Why are you so nice to me?” you pouted, your voice barely above a whisper. Trent’s expression softened even further, his eyes searching yours as he set the shopping bag aside. He cupped your cheek again, his thumb brushing against your skin like you were the most fragile thing in the world.

“Because you deserve to be treated nicely,” he said simply, his tone so earnest it broke something in you. “I gotcha, baby. No one’s gonna hurt you anymore.” His words, so sure and so full of love, pulled a small, shaky nod from you. Your lips parted, but the only sound that came out was a quiet, trembling ‘okay.’ He smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “That’s my girl,” he whispered against your skin. 

Trent sat on the bed beside you, his posture casual but his gaze intense. One leg was propped up on the duvet, his knee bent, bringing him closer to you. He reached out, his fingers slipping under the delicate strap of your muted yellow bra top, tracing the fabric lightly against your skin.

“Look so good in this,” he murmured, his voice soft but heavy with meaning.

“You like it?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to ground yourself. The outfit you had painstakingly chosen for hours suddenly felt like an afterthought, all but forgotten the second you saw him tonight. He hummed appreciatively, his warm eyes never leaving yours. 

“So, so much.” For the first time that night, you allowed a shy smile to play at your lips, but it quickly turned into a curious glance at the Dior shopping bag still sitting now at his feet. “Did you know what bag you were going to wear tonight, though?” He asked you with a bit of a tease, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. You blinked at him, your cheeks heating up. Yes, of course, you had a bag picked out—it had been part of the outfit planning you’d obsessed over. But the bag he brought in suggested he had something else in mind.

“I did,” you admitted with a little giggle, “But… Do you have something else in mind?” You asked already starting to feel different, hopeful maybe. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping lower. 

“I do. Want to open this for me?” He asked handing you the bag.  The tears that had stained your cheeks moments earlier now felt distant as a giddy warmth spread through you. You wiped away the last remnants of them, nodding eagerly as you reached for the bag. Inside was a box, you opened it tucked in a dust bag was a pristine Mini Lady Dior bag, unlike anything you’d ever seen. It was white satin, embroidered with a dazzling multicolored floral beaded pattern. The intricate details shimmered in the light, catching your breath. But what caught your eye immediately was a single butterfly, its delicate wings stitched among the floral embroidery as if it had landed there by chance.

“T…” you whined, your voice cracking as your eyes welled with fresh tears.

“Like it?” he chuckled, his fingers brushing gently over the butterfly, tracing the intricate design before turning his gaze back to you.

“I love it,” you whimpered, holding the bag like it was the most precious thing in the world. Your voice trembled as you added, “I love you.” Tears spilled over again, but they were different this time—happy tears, overwhelmed tears. “Thank you,” you whispered, clutching the bag to your chest. Trent smiled softly, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours. 

“Anything and everything for you,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. “Always.” In that moment, the chaos of the past few days faded just a little. Trent wasn’t just a person who gave you gifts or reassured you with words—he was someone who saw you, who understood you deeply. And as his forehead pressed gently against yours, the world outside your room felt miles away.

The car ride stretched on as Jack furiously tapped away on his phone, muttering under his breath about potentially adding a stop. He hit directions on the map, his phone chirping directions, and you couldn’t help but grin at his reluctance, knowing full well he was looking for a florist because of you.

“Y/N,” Jack began, his voice exasperated but laced with a begrudging fondness, “I already got her flowers on her actual birthday. Why are you making such a big deal?” He quipped. You leaned forward slightly from your seat in the back, your expression soft but firm. 

“Because, Jack,” you started, “It’s rude not to! Birthday flowers are the bare minimum. This isn’t news to you! This is Megan’s party. It’s a big deal. Showing up with flowers tonight says you’re thoughtful, that you’re still making an effort even after her actual birthday. It’s about showing her you care.” You told him. Jack groaned, tilting his head back against the headrest. From the front passenger seat, Noah let out a loud laugh, turning around to look at Jack as he selected another florist along the route on his phone to see if this one might be any less disruptive to your ride. 

“She already knows I care. Do I really need to buy more flowers to prove that? We’re halfway there. already” He explained. 

“Jack,” you replied, your tone dripping with mock impatience, “you’re literally sleeping with her. The least you can do is show up with something to say, ‘Hey, I value you more than sex.’” You chirped from your seat tucked nicely in Trent’s arms sitting impossibly close to him. You and Trent didn’t want any space from each other. The ride to Megan’s was no exception. 

“She’s got a point, mate. Don’t be an ass. Just bring the girl some flowers.” Noah piled on. Jack shot him a glare in the rearview mirror.  

“Mate, you gotta get flowers… It matters. You care, show her that.” Trent interjected from beside you, his voice calm and steady as he rubbed lazy circles on your thigh through your yellow sequined skirt. You hummed nuzzling your face into Trent’s neck. He smirked at the affection before leaning in to kiss your hair. “It’s like what? 500 p max, mate. Just do it.” Trent attempted to rationalize with him the cost. Jack let out another groan, his head dropping forward dramatically.

“Five hundred fucking pounds!” Noah repeated,his voice rising in disbelief as he turned fully to face you and Trent. “Where the fuck are you buying flowers from, bro?” He fell into laughter.  “Unreal, absolutely unreal. Y/N, you’re robbing him blind!” Noah teased. 

“It’s probably not actually 500 pounds,” you shot back with a laugh, shaking your head at his dramatic response. You didn’t actually know that but from the types of bouquets you were receiving as of late, he wasn’t exactly just picking up flowers from a local shop for twenty quid either.  You hoped they weren’t that expensive but then at the same time, they definitely were. You could tell by the cheeky grin on Trent’s face. “But if you want her to love you back, you have to do these things, Jack!” You pleaded with him. Noah’s eyebrow raised with a teasing grin at the mention of the world ‘love.’ Jack grimanced at your call out. Trent chuckled softly beside you, his hand squeezing your thigh reassuringly. 

“She’s not.”  Trent kissed your hair again reassuring you and Noah that you weren’t robbing him. You giggled shyly hiding in his neck again. “It’s not the money; it’s the thought, lad.” He added. Noah rolled his eyes dramatically, smirking as he leaned back in his seat. “Flowers are fundamental to a relationship.” Trent explained further. Noah rolled his eyes once over at Trent’s sudden uptick in wisdom on relationships. 

“Yeah, so is a fat bank account,” Noah retorted, his tone laced with amusement and a little laugh Jack finally cracking, falling into laughter too. 

“Look, Megan and I are not in a relationship though. That’s what I’m trying to say.  I’m not trying to be rude, I got her gifts and flowers, we’ve done her birthday together already.” Jack weakly tried to explain. 

“Jack!” You scolded him. He needed to take things more seriously with Megan and a birthday was the time to do it. “Maybe you should change that relationship status sometime soon. That’s what I’m trying to say.” You shrugged. 

“It’s 500 p bro, or whatever you pay but you can’t expect to go home with her tonight if you’re not going to stake your claim when you walk in.” From the corner of your eye, you caught Trent’s smirk.  He leaned down to press a quick kiss to your temple, his lips warm and reassuring. “It’s about doing something nice, showing you care… Letting all the lads that are there know that’s your bird.” He said casually, leaning back against the seat with an air of smug confidence.

“That’s not why I’m going tonight,” Jack shot back defensively.

“Sure, mate,” Trent teased, earning a laugh from Noah.

“Jack, just buy the flowers,” you chimed in, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips. From the front seat, Noah twisted around to glare at you. He thought this party was too far away, and he told Megan that teasingly criticizing her choice of location. He was getting restless now. Noah didn’t have a great attention span nor patience and adding a stop wasn’t really sounding all that great to him. You threw him a cheeky middle finger. He turned back around with a grin. Frankly, he was just happy you were happy. You all were in one car and no one was crying and that was significantly better than the last night out.

“Five hundred p is fucking ridiculous.” Noah laughed still in disbelief. Before he could say anything more, you leaned forward and flicked the back of his ear to get him to shut up, making him yelp in surprise. Jack needed to show up with flowers. He didn’t need Noah talking him out of it.   

“Ow! Fuck right off.” Noah whipped his head back towards you as he rubbed the shell of his stinging ear. “You’re a thief by the way.” He shot your way with an accusatory finger. You shook your head in disagreement before he turned back around. Jack, still unconvinced, let out a long sigh as he finally found the best and most optimal florist along the route. If he was going to stop, he had to find a place worth it.

“Aye.” Trent quipped at Noah and before you could even add anything more, Trent reached forward and flicked Noah’s other ear, smirking as he leaned back against the seat. Not letting Noah bother you, even if it was merely a joke. Noah yelped dramatically again and turned to swat at Trent.

“This is so dumb,” Jack grumbled, tapping away at the screen.

“It’s not dumb,” you countered, your tone light but insistent. “It’s romantic. And if you don’t do it, you’re sending the message that you don’t care enough to make an effort.”

“Hey, how about you both fuck off, you melt.” Noah shot back at Trent, his ears turning red, crossing his arms as he slouched in his seat. “You’re all just melts.” Noah muttered, shaking his head in mock disbelief. You giggled. Jack groaned again as the car turned a corner, the GPS leading you all now to a quaint little florist tucked away on a quiet street. 

“Fine. Fine! I’ll get the bloody flowers,” he muttered, throwing open the car door as soon as it stopped. You leaned back into Trent, a triumphant smile on your face as you watched him stomp off towards the shop.

“You think he’ll actually pick something nice?” Trent asked, his voice warm and teasing as he pulled you closer into him.

“He’d better,” you replied, smirking. “If not, I’ll have to go in there myself and pick them out.”  Moments later, Jack returned to the car, a bouquet of vibrant pink flowers you knew Megan would love in hand. He opened the door and slid back into his seat with a huff. 

“Happy now? Now we’re gonna be late.” he grumbled, holding up the bouquet for you to inspect.

“Very,” you replied cheekily, grinning widely. 

“Unreal,” Jack muttered, shaking his head as the car started again. “I hate all of you.”

“But you’ll have flowers,” you sang, unable to resist one last tease. 

“And you can go home with her in good conscience.” Noah mocked your sing-song tone. You rolled your eyes. Trent leaned forward acting like he was going to flick Noah again. Noah jumped in a panic attempting to get away from him. Jack kissed his teeth, ignoring all three of you as Trent burst into laughter, Noah quick to follow, your own giggle unable to stay down, the sound filling the car as you got back on your way to the birthday.

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[qqquib]

dreams response video:

- my summary and thoughts

he ignored the allegation that he’s misogynistic, after it being proved by multiple ppl that he has called numerous women whores, enough to get them mixed up. 0/10 not based

he called tommy and his group racist, gave no evidence. im thinking that he did that as a satirical thing to tommy providing “no proof” on his claim of being misogynistic despite above situation. if he means that they are deadass racist i would love to see proof on that. 2/10 interesting but still not based

he said tommy’s merch factory was run by slave labor, and that his wasn’t (idk anything about that). 5/10, i am uninformed on overseas labor and what merch company mcyt ppl use. i do not buy merch 👍

told tommy off for saying he was child when he was 16, said it made dream look bad purposefully, said that tommy wanted to be treated like an adult so that’s what he did. i can see where he’s coming from, but also reading the message he sent tommy that he showed in his stream, it still doesn’t feel cool. they both just need better communication. and, 16 is still a child? me personally, i would not be caught lacking. 3/10 i guess i can see why that would be okay but still not based

says that his message to tommy’s mom isn’t bad and out of place (it is fucking weird, why are you tattling on your supposed friend to his mother) 1/10, if that is the only msg he sent it is less strange, but also dude what the hell

said it was bad for tommy and them to keep saying he’s a pedo when he isn’t, which is fair and it’s fair to be upset by that. 10/10 based as hell

said that saying the r-slur was wrong, he regrets it, but he censored it fucking weirdly in his video and it feels weird. 8/10 thanks for taking some accountability here, i guess? mostly based

thanks for the reminder reblog ppl, telling tommy that growing a backbone involves deleting all his videos about the dream smp, or any video that includes dream. 3/10, like okay. i get it, and why he would be like “uhm actually! take those down! you can’t be mad at me and also use me for money!” which makes sense, but also. let’s be so so so so so so so so for real life here. that is never going to happen, and it’s not the power play slay move you think it is

[lunargrrrl]

A small PSA

Firstly: I love you, pets. Thank you all for showering me with birthday love at the weekend, this gal's heart is super full right now 💜

Now, for the PSA:

Please, please do not instant message me on here if you are a minor or if your age is not listed in your bio. You will be blocked, even if you're just DMing me to tell me how much you love reading my work.

Lights, Camera, Magic is not for minors, and neither is my blog.

I woke up to a jump scare in my DMs this morning that resulted in an instant block. Please, stay in school, go to bed at a reasonable hour, make good choices etc.

As an aside, I'm super behind on answering asks—please forgive me. My inbox has been absolutely inundated with anons. Some of you are feral for this fic (...and I love it). I'm still in awe, and I can’t get enough of hearing the effect LCM has on you. I’m here for it 😘

That said, I might go a bit quiet over the next day or so to focus on finishing the next chapter.

Lastly, mama is planning on sharing a little snippet of chapter 41 with you all later. Because you've all been so patient and wonderful 💜

[couldawouldashoulda50]

What if Loren arrived with this kind of beautiful fairy like baby doll lingerie situation. She looks like an ethereal being.

https://www.wonder18.com/en-qa/products/kaia-white-cami

They just have a night filled with love making. They probably reached their peak at least 3 times.

Maybe it’s provoked by the fact that William is not feeling his best. He also has been on a road trip and needs some Loren time. He realizes how deeply infatuated he’s with her. He’s also reminded of how great she is with kids and can’t help but think of putting a baby in her. There’s just a lot of emotions going on. It’s sensual yet filled with pure emotion.

Oh my gosh, Nonnie. What you sparked in my brain. I don't know whether to apologize or what - after I wrote nearly 6k words based off this idea of yours. It tied into another smaller idea I had so I just went with it. Thank you to you and the other anons that reach out with ideas and comments. For anyone that has sent me something (there's a couple in my Inbox), please know - I am not ignoring you. Each one means so much that I do tend to think on it for awhile to visualize all the different possibilities based on the ask.

So here's my triple-length blurb, Nonnie....I hope you like it. Warnings - 18+ below the cut. Smut (p in v, fingering, slight praise), profanity.

One Woman, A Thousand Ways - Lingerie

Word count - approx 5.9k

William stared out the window of the team bus as it traveled along the quiet streets of Raleigh. The somber atmosphere mirrored his mood, the team still reeling from their crushing loss to Carolina. He absently swiped his thumb across his phone screen, debating for the hundredth time whether or not to message her.

It wasn’t just the loss gnawing at him—it was everything. His performance hadn’t been optimal, his attitude on the ice often appeared disinterested, and he knew it - he could feel it. But it wasn’t just hockey weighing him down. He hadn’t seen Loren in over a week, not since she left his condo in the days before this road trip. And it hadn’t been the kind of goodbye they were accustomed to.

Things had been off with William here and there - whether it was the hangover from the holidays or just not feeling like himself, his game had been struggling. His mood had darkened, snappier than usual, leaving him isolated at times, even from Loren. Always trying to be intuitive, she had tread lightly during that time, careful not to hover or push him when he was clearly on edge. She had made herself available when he wanted her there, never once complaining about his cold moods.

Looking back, he grimaced at the thought of how he’d taken her patience for granted.

The memory of their last exchange resurfaced as he rubbed his weary eyes, leaning his head back against the seat. Loren had been calm, collected even, as she always was, but he’d been too wrapped up in his frustrations to appreciate how much effort she put into keeping things harmonious. He hadn’t meant to snap at her; she was just in the line of fire. He’d been irritable and short all night, muttering under his breath about something he’d seen online - there was discourse already about his “slump”.

When Loren, in her usual gentle way, tried to soothe him, he’d lashed out. "You just don’t get it, Loren," he’d snapped, his voice sharp enough to make her flinch. "You can’t begin to understand what it’s like to deal with this kind of fucking pressure."

He’d known it was a mistake the second the words left his mouth. Loren’s expression didn’t waver, but the way she looked at him—remaining steady, her cheeks suddenly flushed—made him feel so small. Her reply was measured, delivered in a tone so even it made his stomach twist.

"You’re absolutely right, William," she said. "I wouldn’t know that kind of pressure. I’m only familiar with the pressures of the population who has to carefully decide whether to pay their utilities or put food on the table. Your pressure encompasses the fact you are paid a lot of money, and given many privileges, to perform well."

Her words were spoken without harshness - he could hear that she was hurt, but yet he could not formulate a response, acknowledgement, or an apology.

Loren glanced at her watch and saw it was nearing time for her to leave. This was not the goodbye she had envisioned before her own road trip, so to speak.

Another modelling opportunity had landed in her lap, thanks to her friend Chelsea steering her clients towards Loren for smaller marketing campaigns. Despite Loren’s reservations - a “mature model” was not what she had pictured for herself - she really enjoyed the experience once underway. The big difference with this opportunity is it required for her to travel to Miami, something that William had initially been very excited about for her. William was always supportive and encouraging if it was something she could swing with her schedule. Selfishly, he loved seeing the end result of Loren gracing various online platforms - his insides brimming with pride for her.

But for days, he’d been so disengaged, lately so wrapped up in himself, that he’d forgotten entirely. Loren hesitated for a moment, waiting for a ‘good luck’ or something supportive, but the words never came.

She kissed the dogs and then pressed her lips against William’s cheek. She picked up her bag, shouldering it effortlessly, and walked to the door.

Pausing in the doorway, she turned back to him, deciding to leave him with a gentle reminder.

"Your world is full of choices most people can only dream of, William," she added. "You’re in control—just play the game as you’ve been coached and shoot the fucking puck."

And then she was gone.

Their communication had been limited during his road trip, and he assumed she was giving him space. He’d been busy too, swept up in the events of the “Mentors Trip,” with a close friend tagging along and the team’s schedule packed tight.

It wasn’t until he received a message from his sister saying how amazing Loren looked, with no additional context, when he realized he had totally forgotten about her trip south. With his stomach doing somersaults, he hurriedly scrolled through Instagram.

She’d looked stunning in the few posts Chelsea had tagged Loren's new account in—a mix of candid shots and professional ones—but William couldn’t stop the sinking feeling in his stomach. It hadn’t registered with him where she was going when she had left his place - he assumed she had gone home or was at work. The fact he had not breathed any kind words her way, even in the days before she departed, made his heart hurt. She had tip-toed around his ego, trying to be optimistic, and the best he could do is bite her head off. You really are a prick sometimes he thought to himself.

Now armed with the new realization, he opened their text thread, hesitating only a moment before typing:

Förlåt mig, min älskling - I know I fucked up. Before I get back could you come down? Not sure if you are home even. Can u msg me back to let me know. I feel so bad.

The message felt desperate, but he didn’t care. He hit send before tucking his phone into his jacket pocket as the bus pulled up to the airport.

It wasn’t long before his phone vibrated, as he stood to disembark from the coach. He sighed with relief - it was her. I’m glad you’re on your way. I’ll see you soon.

He responded with another apology and told her he loved her.

It was nearly 3:30 a.m. when William, with Pablo and Banksy in tow, entered his condo. He set down his garment bag by the door and dropped his keys into the dish by the entrance. He glanced at the dogs, hearing the tapping of their claws across the floor as they ran toward his bedroom. He guessed they were already on the bed by now, pressing their noses against Loren’s face. Sure enough, he heard her soft, sleepy voice greeting them, and he couldn’t help but smile.

He was about to smother her with his own brand of affection, but his attention was immediately drawn to the dining table, where a basket full of holistic skin and hair products sat neatly arranged. The plain but attractive bottles bore labels he didn’t recognize, but that didn’t matter—he already knew if they came from her, he would love them.

He sighed. She was always thinking, always making an effort, keeping an eye out for something just for him. Loren had a perfect record when it came to gifts, thoughtful in ways that left him humbled. She never wanted anything in return—other than his arms around her and his chest to nuzzle into. He could hardly wait to give her exactly that.

He opened one of the bottles, its simple label noting "Aphrodisiac Oil," and sniffed the contents. He was immediately struck by its unique fragrance, his eyebrows lifting when he read the instructions. Gently, he placed it back in the basket and smirked, knowing exactly what Loren had in mind for their day tomorrow.

When William padded into his bedroom, the expression on his face lit up seeing her in bed. Loren lay on her side, her back toward him, facing where he’d be laying momentarily, as she cooed sweet words to the dogs. In turn, they pressed close against her, almost sensing she had traveled further than normal, reveling in her gentle rubs. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated her freshly tanned skin, making her look as radiant as ever.

Loren shifted her body while remaining under the covers, to turn and face William. Their eyes locked as they smiled at each other.

“How is it that you look even more gorgeous every time I see you? Do you drink from a magic fountain or something? Have a fairy godmother that sings a song and you magically replenish?” Loren grinned.

William laughed as his heart soared with her words. He approached the edge of the bed, and leaned over, bringing his face close to hers, before kissing her softly. “The same could be said about you, you know.”

Loren ran her hand along his cheek, moving her lips toward his ear as she spoke softly. “You don’t have your glasses on—my wrinkles are getting worse… I’m in a whole other decade than you right now, and it shows.”

Her words, playful and teasing, triggered something in William’s memory. Loren mentioning her age—a gap of less than two years between them—brought him back to her milestone birthday in December. Her 30th birthday had fallen during an eastern road trip, and he hadn’t been able to physically be there to celebrate with her. Adding to the chaos of their lives were scheduled road games, team parties and other events leading up to Christmas. His place sometimes seemed busier that Union Station itself.

When he returned home, he celebrated her birthday exactly the way she wanted to. A small get together at William’s, just some take-out, a few drinks, and then him later on. William had other gifts for Loren, but this one had slipped his mind. He’d tucked it away, intending to surprise her when things calmed down, but it had been completely forgotten since.

The gift was intended for bedroom purposes only, and given they would be completely alone until dinnertime the next day, he could hardly wait for her to open it.

After finishing up in the washroom, William climbed into bed, pulled a half-sleeping Loren into him, and patted the mattress for the dogs to come lay closer. Loren’s hands lightly smoothed across his back, while her mouth planted tiny kisses on his chest.

“I’m so sorry, Loren - I was such a dick to you,” William murmured against her hair.

He felt her smile against his skin. “You can’t be perfect all the time,” she sighed. “I’m sorry if I sounded harsh, and I hated leaving but I had to go,” she added softly.

William nodded, his lips lingering against her forehead. “I know—well, now I do. But this was all me—I didn’t mean to take it out on you. What you said, though, about the kind of pressure you’re used to…” His voice trailed off. “That stuck with me. I must have sounded like such a whiny—”

“No, don’t even go there,” she gently interrupted, her voice warm but firm. “William, I didn’t mean to… well, maybe in the moment I did. But I’m not trying to diminish what it’s taken, and what it takes, to be you every day. I’m sorry if I made you feel like shit—but you finally got me to snap,” she chuckled, nuzzling into his chest hair.

“That’s you snapping? Actually, I gotta say… when I know you’re upset and you keep calm like that? Holy fuck. That worried me more than if you went around screaming and yelling,” William chuckled softly.

She smiled against his chest. “I actually used to be the yelling type—like being pushed and poked until I finally lost it. I didn’t like being that way… that’s not how my parents are, but a certain someone would just keep pressing until I exploded.” Her voice softened, her words slowing as a yawn escaped. “It’s a little late for a full demonstration, but if you really want to see it, pick a fight with me while I’m hormonal and see which version is scarier.”

William laughed quietly, smoothing her hair away from her shoulders, his fingers tracing circles in its place. “I bet you’re hot when you’re really angry… but I’ll pass for now.”

As he stretched back to turn off the light, Loren’s hands ran down his chest, savoring the softness of his body hair. It always caused a stirring between her legs, no matter how tired she was.

Save for the constant flow of traffic on the streets outside his windows, a blanket of calm and quiet surrounded them. After a loving kiss and soft “goodnights,” they drifted off quickly, wrapped in each other.

Because it was Pablo and Banksy’s world, and William just lived in it, the boys decided it was time for their morning walk earlier than anyone wanted. William groggily slid out of bed, rubbing his eyes and stretching as he padded wearily to the washroom. He reentered the bedroom to find Loren awake and starting to get dressed.

“Whoa—wait… you’re not leaving, are you?” he asked, his voice still thick with sleep, his expression slightly confused.

Loren, just as confused as William, slowed her movements and turned to him with a smile. “I was planning on going with you—y’know, do like we normally do… while everyone’s watching you, you’re watching—”

“Your ass, ten steps ahead of me,” he finished, grinning.

Loren, now in just a sports bra and leggings, sauntered up to him, her arms circling around his neck. She tilted her head slightly, biting her lip as she gave him “the doe eyes”. “But watching my ass is not what Sir wants this morning?”

If ever there was an invitation from Loren to William for him to grab her ass and pull her against his dissipating morning erection, it was that innocent-sounding question with a much naughtier subtext.

William suddenly remembered the gift—her ass in the gift wasn’t going to be just a morning preoccupation. It was going to be an all-day event. “Hold up—hold that thought…” He kissed her briefly before slipping into his closet. Within seconds, he returned with a beautifully wrapped package in hand.

“I’ll take the boys,” he said, handing her the box with a mischievous grin, “and you could maybe do a little modeling for me when I get back.”

Loren looked at him, her face softening with appreciation and affection for her gorgeous Swede. She wrapped her arms around him in a loving embrace, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Be careful,” she murmured, William flashing a smile her way as he turned to lead the pups to the front door.

Once he had departed with the dogs, Loren sat on the edge of the bed, the package resting in her lap. She ran her fingers over the carefully wrapped paper, recalling how William had teased her for being so slow to open her other birthday gifts. She’d explained that she was used to saving the wrapping paper—a habit he’d found endearing once she told him.

She smiled to herself, sliding the rectangular box free without so much as a tear. The wrapping remained pristine, just as it had with her other gifts. Loren set the paper aside before lifting the lid of the box, her curiosity mounting.

Beyond the smooth tissue paper with the sticker emblem of the store sealing the seams, Loren saw the outline of a beautiful lingerie set. Her cheeks flushed as she peeled the sticker away and opened the paper to reveal a delicate ivory negligée with matching panties.

What struck Loren most was how angelic the set appeared, the ivory colour evoking a sense of innocence and purity. Her fingers grazed the intricate beading and sheer fabric, tracing the fine satin ties that adorned the front. Every detail was strategically designed to enhance the female body. As she held the negligée up to the light by the thin spaghetti straps, Loren grew excited to see how it might embellish her own figure.

She tried to visualize William's mood when he chose to buy this for her. She was so curious to understand more of how his mind and moods worked - was it just a random set he saw one day or did he go searching for it? Did he just think it was pretty or was there a deeper meaning behind choosing an outfit so delicate?

No matter the reason behind his choice, the moment Loren stripped out of her leisure wear and slipped into the ivory babydoll, her breath caught in her throat as she caught sight of herself in William’s full-length mirror.

The almost shimmering fabric and the intricate beading reflected the light with every slight movement of her body. She slid the matching panties on, her hands smoothing over them as she continued to study her reflection.

The way the outfit made her feel was extraordinary. She felt soft, feminine, and undeniably pretty—and the tan from her trip was a gorgeous contrast to the light fabric. It seemed perfectly her - angelic yet jaw-droppingly sexy.

After sprucing up her hair, smoothing her favourite body butter over her body (the one with the scent that always made him pounce), and a quick yet subtle application of make-up, she awaited William’s return. She straightened out the sheets on the bed, and decided she would greet him by kneeling in the middle of the bed and wait for his reaction.

Even with only a few hours sleep, William felt remarkably energetic as he ushered his dogs back through the front door after their walk. When he didn’t see her in the main living area or the kitchen, he assumed that she either fell back asleep or better yet, might be in the shower. Although he wanted to see her in the lingerie he had chosen, Loren - naked - was always the main attraction.

William moved about the kitchen, fixing the dogs’ breakfasts and grabbing a quick drink of water. The condo felt unusually quiet, and he assumed sleep had claimed Loren after her whirlwind week.

But the second he stepped foot into his bedroom, he froze.

There she was, kneeling in the center of the bed, framed by the soft glow of twinkling white lights and the greenery still draped over the headboard from Christmas.

The delicate ivory fabric and intricate beadwork, with their faint shimmer, perfectly accentuated her luminescent golden skin and slender frame. The satin ties strained ever so slightly, pushing her full breasts upwards and keeping them intact. His eyes fell to her cleavage, further arousing him as he scanned the otherwise angelic set.

William began to shed his clothing, his eyes locked with hers. No words had been spoken between them, but none were needed as their desire for one another took hold.

He crawled onto the bed, bare-chested, the fabric of his sweatpants tented with his growing arousal. Without hesitation, he cupped her face and kissed her deeply, his lips expressing everything he felt but hadn’t yet said—how sorry he was, how much he missed her, how deeply and completely he was in love with her.

The dynamic between them was set the moment their mouths met—he, the virile man, all strength and desire; she, the soft, feminine angel who consistently gave him all of her.

She looked up at William’s face, her deep brown eyes sincere, filled with longing and profound desire. Her arm slid around the contours of his defined shoulders, her fingers threading through his golden strands before gathering and lightly gripping his hair. Her hands instinctively moved along his scalp, eliciting a low, guttural sound from him that sent a thrill through her.

Her other hand slowly blazed a path down his chest, past his abdomen, to where his cock strained against the stretchy black fabric of his pants. Her fingers began massaging and caressing his balls before alternating with teasing strokes along the tip of his cock. His breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling as he pressed his mouth against the soft curve of her throat. He already felt like he was coming undone, completely disarmed by her touch—the touch he had been longing for.

But beneath the haze of arousal, another feeling gnawed at him. He wanted to look after her, to love her in ways he hadn’t since New Year’s. Though his physical desire for her had remained even during his uncharacteristic low mood, he knew he hadn’t put forth the same kind of effort Loren always gave so selflessly.

Though she never let on if she felt unfulfilled in those moments, he felt the sting of his own guilt. He’d prioritized his own release over hers a handful of times, letting his exhaustion or frustration seep into their intimacy. Loren deserved better than what he had given her.

William placed soft, open-mouthed kisses along the base of her neck, his lips lingering on her skin as his fingers worked to untie the satin bows along the front of the teddy. With each careful tug, the delicate fabric loosened, revealing more of her flushed skin. Her breasts were bunched, her nipples protruding through the sheer material, and William’s mouth latched onto the clothed peaks with a hunger that made Loren gasp.

He knew exactly what drove her wild—sucking and tonguing her nipples until she was breathless—and he gave them his full attention, his tongue swirling in deliberate patterns that left her completely weak in the knees. Her moans filled the room, soft and unrestrained, urging him on.

With a fluid motion, William slipped off his pants and shorts, freeing his fully hardened cock. The sight of him—so completely aroused—made Loren’s mouth water and her clit ache with an undeniable need.

William maneuvered himself behind her, propping up pillows against the headboard to support his back. He coaxed Loren to nestle between his legs, her back pressed firmly against his chest. His arms wrapped around her, his hands exploring the expanse of her body that was within reach—her neck, her breasts, her tummy, and the sensitive space between her thighs.

One hand gently kneaded her breast, his thumb brushing over the peak as he kissed the soft curve of her neck. The other hand slipped lower, massaging her clothed pussy with deliberate pressure. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure through her, making her body shift between states of relaxation and the tightening tension of her heightening arousal.

William’s lips trailed down the full length of the back of her neck as he moved her hair over to one side, the heat of his breath against her skin making her shiver. Loren gripped his forearm instinctively, her fingers digging in as the intense sensitivity of his touch overwhelmed her in the most intoxicating way.

She breathed his name, her voice trembling, then gasped as his middle finger dipped beneath the waistband of her sheer panties. His strong, thick digits stroked the delicate flesh of her pussy, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her. His mouth found her shoulder blade, nipping and sucking at her skin leaving her pleading for more.

William had never knowingly marked her before, but this time, he couldn’t help himself. The way she responded to his touch was almost too stimulating for him to handle.

The magic in his fingers had Loren’s hips grinding instinctively against him, her arousal building with every stroke. Soon, William’s other hand slid from her breast to her clit, circling it with precision while he finger-fucked her with deep, steady movements.

She leaned her head back, almost pressing it against his shoulder, her moans a tantalizing mix of expletives and his name. William’s gaze lingered on her, captivated by every detail—the long sweep of her eyelashes, the curve of the prettiest nose he’d ever seen, and the full, voluptuous mouth that had thrilled him every time it made contact with his body.

His eyes traveled lower, watching her throat tighten with whispers and gasps, and then higher, catching the way her eyes suddenly flew open wide as she cried out his name. The way she unraveled in his arms, gripping under his thighs and bearing down for an intense release, sent a jolt of pride through him. His cock, almost unbearably rigid, pressed against the fleshy curve of her ass, eager for its turn to be buried deep inside her.

William’s voice was low and thick as he leaned closer, whispering into her ear. “You look like an angel. Let me watch you cum, my beautiful angel.”

Typically, the moans, grunts and other noises William made while in the throes of sex with Loren turned her on to no end. She would have never guessed that William saying those words, could have such an effect on her. The sound of his voice, low and gruff, sent her spiraling. Her hands scrambled around his body, gripping at whatever she could. Her body arched into his, her inner thighs trembling violently.

Her climax hit like a forceful wave, leaving her crying out his name as her body jolted and shuddered with the peak of her release. As she floated down from her high, her hips wove instinctively, seeking more of him. She wasn’t done—not even close. And neither was he.

Once Loren regained her bearings, she turned to face him, her body shifting seductively as she kneeled and propped herself against his broad chest. Her lips found his in a heated kiss, her hand cupping his face while the other slid down, working to peel off her now-soaked panties.

A devilish moan escaped her as she tossed them aside, her eyes locking onto the smooth, glistening tip of his cock. Slowly, she began to crawl backward on her knees, her intentions clear in every movement.

William’s pulse quickened as he watched her movements, every deliberate shift of her body drawing him in further. He knew exactly what she wanted—her gaze, intense and unmistakable, paired with the way she licked her lips as his cock hovered mere inches from her mouth.

He loved how open and expressive she was with her desires, how she never held back from showing him exactly what she wanted.

But more and more, each time they were apart, it wasn't just Loren's physical affection he missed. It was seeing her exquisite face and hearing her sweet voice. When he entered a room, her coffee-colored eyes would meet his with such care and devotion that his heart would skip. He had never met a woman who could make him feel so cherished with just a glance.

William’s tone was soft and low as he motioned for Loren to come back towards him. “I promise you and Cowboy Bill can have your alone time later - I’m dying to be inside of you - let me watch you cum again….”

Loren’s cheeks flushed at his invitation, her own pulse raced hearing the hunger in his voice. Kneeling before him, she reached out, her thumb gently running through the bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip of his cock. She smoothed it over the head with care, her eyes fixed on his as she licked her thumb clean.

A soft, sinful smile played on Loren’s lips as she leaned forward once more, her tongue flicking over the top of his cock before pressing a kiss to the smooth, sensitive skin. Her movements were deliciously slow, designed to make him desperate for her.

Gracefully, she shifted her body, sliding one knee on either side of him as she straddled his lap. Her hands found his shoulders for balance, her lips brushing his in a kiss that left him breathless.

Her eyes flicked to the small bottle of oil she’d brought back from her trip, tucked into the basket of self-care products she’d given him. Of course, with the massage oil, “self-care” really meant “William-care” in her mind. Her hips continued their enticing motion as she kissed his neck and reached for the glass bottle.

The sparkling glint in William’s eye as he watched Loren drop two beads of oil into her palm was full of lust and anticipation. He untied the third satin string from the front of her teddy, baring her breasts completely, and motioned for her to let a little oil drip into his hand.

With the bottle safely set aside, Loren deftly reached around and began to massage the base of William’s cock, sliding her hand upward to his balls and all the way to the tip. Her touch was perfect—gentle yet firm—and it left him utterly helpless, groaning her name as his hips bucked involuntarily.

In turn, with her round breasts before him, William smoothed his palms over her soft skin, thumbing her nipples with just enough pressure to make her grind against him more intensely.

It wasn’t long before William urged Loren to slide herself down onto his cock. Their mouths met in a fervent kiss, the heat between them down-right feverish as she positioned herself, and he aligned the tip against her entrance. The moment he filled her, she gasped and moaned in one breath, her senses overwhelmed by the stretch and thickness of his girth.

Her hands gripped his shoulders as she began to rock slowly, her body adjusting to the sensation. Her head lolled back, her lips parting in a gasp as her rhythm grew more assured. Her movements became more pronounced, her hips rolling and shifting to drive him deeper inside her.

William’s hands found her waist, gripping tightly as he pressed upward, matching her eager pace. His eyes were drawn to her mouth, where endless moans of his name and breathy exhales spilled out, each sound urging him to grip onto her waist tighter.

His eyes traveled to her long, slender neck, the visible veins beginning to strain as her body succumbed to the unrelenting pleasure. There was something undeniably sexy about it, something raw and primal that only fueled his already raging desire for her.

Loren’s increasingly rapid hip movements, coupled with her louder moans, signaled that she was nearing her climax. As her body shifted back and forth, she reached around to cup and caress his balls, her touch sending jolts of pleasure straight through him. William’s thigh muscles began to tighten, the telltale sensation of his own orgasm starting to grip him from within.

Unable to hold back, he wrapped his arms tightly around her back and waist, pulling her closer and driving the pace of their fucking to a fevered intensity. Each thrust pushed him deeper, harder, matching the rhythm of her cries. Loren gritted her teeth, her hands gripping his neck and shoulders as her powerful orgasm took full control of her movements.

Her body shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, and she buried her face into his neck in an attempt to stifle her cries. The sensation of her tightening around him sent William over the edge, a guttural grunt escaping his throat as he came, pumping his release deep into her.

Even as the tremors of their shared release began to subside, William’s arms remained firmly around Loren’s breathless body. She trembled in his embrace, her body shuddering from the unique bliss of her climax, her breath warm against his skin.

He shifted his body carefully, his arms still firmly wrapped around her, as he gently laid her down on the mattress. His eyes roamed over her, taking in the sight of her hair sprawled across the pillows, her skin glowing, her breath becoming more even.

Her eyes were closed, her expression one of pure bliss, and in that moment, she looked otherworldly.

She felt the sandpaper roughness of his stubble on her shoulder as he pressed his lips softly against her skin. “Did you fall asleep?” he murmured, his voice low as he brushed his lips over her chest. He kissed her gently between her breasts, then continued down to her stomach.

Her hand lazily found the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as he planted more kisses along the softer part of her abdomen.

A smile began to spread across her face. “I just need a minute or two,” she sighed, trying to lift her arm to drape it around his waist.

After a few “minute or twos” had passed, William and Loren eventually made their way first to the washroom, then to the kitchen. Loren had come back to life, leaning against the counter and admiring William as he fished through the pantry for a quick breakfast.

With his back to her as he searched for his protein powder, he called out teasingly, “I can feel you looking at me.”

Loren let out a soft chuckle. “Your hair—I didn’t realize how long it had gotten until I was—”

“Nearly pulling it out?” he laughed, but his expression dropped suddenly. “Fuck, I forgot… I’m getting it cut this afternoon.”

Loren made a pouty face. No matter what he did, he always looked incredible, but she really was enjoying his longer hair. William glanced over after double-checking his appointment confirmation in his texts. “You don’t want me to cut it?” he asked, smiling.

“Your body, your rules,” she replied, smirking. “I just won’t have as much to grip when you’re dining on my… well, you know. But I guess that’s probably done for the day anyway.”

William tilted his head as he stepped toward her. “I didn’t think we were done for the day… and my appointment isn’t until 3.” He took another step, loosening the tie on her robe. “Gotta say, I overheard Stevie talking about him and his fiancée thinking about trying for a baby.”

Loren’s eyes grew wide, her mouth slightly agape.

Seeing her reaction, William doubled back on his comment. “I know we’re not quite there yet, but I can’t stop thinking about it. If—and when—we decide we want to try… I think, man, we’d have a lot of fun.”

Loren smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck and threading her fingers through his hair. “Let me get something to eat first. Then I’ll have my alone time with Cowboy Bill and that Aphrodisiac Oil.” Her tone dropped to a sultry purr as she added, “After that, you can do whatever you want with me… imagining putting a baby in me.”

She kissed him deeply, her hands gripping his ass. Her cheeks flushed as butterflies swirled in her stomach at the thought that filled her with unexpected joy:

He’s actually thinking about the day he puts a baby in me.

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“…shit.”

There’s no way.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit—”

Of all days for this to happen.

“Oh, my fucking God, not tonight!!”

Tonight was already an eventful night, with the full moon shining brighter than the stars. Life has put you so fast in a whirlwind that you can’t recall the last time you permitted your body to unwind. Can you blame yourself, though? From moving to a new neighborhood and scoring a new job, things have kept you undeniably busy for the past few months. And not too mention,  it’s your fault for being a bit of a hermit and lacking a drive for social interaction. 

That’s precisely why your old college besties – Shoko, Utahime, and Yuki – pulled you out of your hideyhole and encouraged you to join them this Friday night to have some fun! “C’mo~n, lighten up! No more thinking about work or whatever; have some fun!” “Yeah, y’know you’re my biggest drinking buddy. Now, hurry up and share this cocktail with me!” The ladies pressure you to relax and enjoy the start of the weekend with some good drinks and delicious food. And, you hate to admit, it worked like a charm – the longer the hours went, the more you felt free as if all the weight holding you down had been lifted.

The only problem is, like all good things, that it had to end and that you had to go home. Now check this out: 1) you left your car at home because, again, you were rigorously dragged out of your abode by your college companions. 2) You were all pretty much drunk, enough for neither one of you to drive on the road. And 3) you guys are in the city, and catching a lift is not only a gamble but SUPER expensive! Guess that’s what you get for choosing a Friday night to free-ball.

However, when hope was lost, and you wouldn’t be in the comfort of your bed tonight, you received a text on your phone, and you could practically hear the angels sing in the heavens above!

Recent Message from: Neighbor Fushiguro

Yo. You home? I’m out in the city picking up stuff for the house. Need anything?

Thank God for neighbors, am I right? The chances of someone you know being within the same vicinity of you may be low, but never zero! Did you feel bad that you texted back saying you needed a ride back to your house? Sure. Did you feel extra bad when you asked a huge favor for him to drop your friends off at the nearest hotel? …Yeah. 

But luckily, he didn’t seem to mind. The only thing you had to endure was him teasing you about your little outing (with the help of your friends in the back of his truck) and your tipsy persona. “Never took you fr’ one who drinks.” He scoffs while putting you down on your couch after slinging you over his shoulder because you complained about your feet hurting. Damn heels! “Neither one who gets drunk.”

“It wasn’t my fauuu~lt,” you whine with a significant stretch while your neighbor roams around. “My fwiends, they forced me to–hic–to do it…”

“Mm, do your ‘fwiends’ always push you over to do things?” He shouts from the kitchen; you can hear cabinets opening and closing. 

“When you’re the youngest of the group, they do.”

“Well, maybe I gotta get to know ‘em so they can push you into goin’ out more. And maybe you can quit avoidin’ me when I invite you over.”

“I don’t try to avoid you!” You sprout defensively. “And quit teasing me, Toji! You’re supposed’ta be on my side; I’m the victim here.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever ya say.” Heavy footsteps draw nearer to where you are, and your heavy eyelids open to see a hand stretching towards you with a glass of water. “I’m here takin’ care of ya now, aren’t I, lil’ victim?”

A smile pulls your lips as you take the glass. “Thank you,” you express before a sip, and your neighbor lifts your feet to sit on the cushion beside you. 

“Y’re welcome,” he places your legs on his lap, grabbing the remote to turn on the television. 

You haven’t been in this neighborhood long enough to say you have friends. Don’t get it wrong; everyone you contacted has been lovely and friendly, and some have opted to help with your move! But aside from the casual greetings in the morning or the nods of acknowledgment, you barely know people who scratch the surface of acquaintanceship. Not to mention, it’s your fault for being a bit of a hermit. 

…But, there is one neighbor you could say you’re pretty close with. Someone nice. Someone dependable…Someone attractive that you’re on a mission not to stare too much.

Toji Fushiguro lives two houses down from you across the street. Remember I mentioned you had people assist with your move? This widowed, middle-aged man was one of the nice handymen who aided you and your friends with your boxes and heavy furniture. You remember it like yesterday, seeing this brawny man stroll up your driveway on the sunniest day of June. You nearly mistook him for an Olympic athlete. 

“So, y’re the one movin’ ‘round here?” The calm baritone of his voice was unforced. “Nice to know there’s a cute face on the newbie. Need any help?” It’s how he asked – so sultry and alluring you almost spaced out before nodding absentmindedly to his request for aid, hoping he didn’t notice you watch how the scar of his lip moved as he spoke. “Welcome to the neighb’rhood, kid.” Rarely do you have butterflies running amok in the pits of your guts, but they were challenging to deal with that day. 

And it doesn’t get any better from that day forward. No matter how hard you wished not to run into this immediate crush of yours, he would somehow wheedle his way into your path. It started slow, exchanging hellos or good mornings whenever he left for work or you took the garbage out. Then came the “Want me to do y’r lawn fr’ ya?” or the “House down the street’s havin’ a little barbecue, wanna get to know people?” You thought moving away from the busy city life would die things down. However, Toji making your head race every chance he gets wasn’t a move you could envisage. Think about how you felt the day he asked for your number to keep in contact “fr’ emergencies…or if ya need anythin’, shoot me a call,” how your heart jumped to your throat! Oh, the girls never stopped teasing you when you told…

Nonetheless, you can’t deny how much help he’s been. Well, outside of that, just being a great neighbor all around. Besides being an absolute succor, he’s an outlet you can come to for anything. Whether for the house, the community, or just personal conversations, Toji’s someone you can admitlingly say you’d depend on. With trust built from day one, sharing pieces of yourselves to break down barriers, it’s safe to say that he is undoubtedly a friend who made your decision to move a worthy risk.

…Yet, what’s even more risky is being alone with him, something you do everything you can to avoid. Why? Look at him! Would you trust yourself to be anywhere with this man alone? Of course not! This is why tonight is the riskiest night you’ve ever bestowed upon your drunk self.

“You got somthin’ to say?”

“Huh?” You perk to reality, anxiousness filling you once you realize you had been staring at the man. “N-No, I’m sorry.”

He stifles a snort, grabbing your feet to massage them from the pain. “Oh, wanna act quiet. You were all bubbly in the passenger seat with y’re friends. Now y’re all shy because y’re stuck with me, huh?”

“T-That’s not true!” A lie; he was right on the mark. Your heart has been beating nonstop once he sat next to you. “It’s just that…I’m sorry for making you drive and pick me and the girls up.”

“Nah, don’t apologize,” his focus is on your feet as he kneads and rubs the sole of your foot. “Told ya I was around the area doing some shoppin’, so pickin’ ya up on my way back was easy.”

You take another sip of your water. “Shopping?” 

“Mm, my kids are down here for the weekend, so I had to go out fr’ a bit and grab shit fr’ my daughter.” Ah, yes, Toji is a father; you remember him telling you about his two children in college, a junior and a sophomore. “They’re at the house right now; saw ‘em after I dropped stuff at the house before bringin’ ya home.” 

You hum. “Sorry for stealin’ you from them for a bit.”

He shakes his head with a humorless laugh. “Please, they probably don’t even know I’m gone. They’re big kids. Plus,” your breath hitches when emerald eyes trail to you. “Now I get to finally have you all to myself, no curvin’ me and whatever this time.” 

“I’m not tryin’ to curve…”

“Yeah, yeah.” He goes back to massaging your feet.

“…Thanks again, Toji. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem, sweetheart.” Your abdomen flexes at the use of the nickname. “You know I always got you…Say, did you hit y’r head somewhere?”

You blink, eyebrows furrow. “No? Why?”

He points to his temple. “Because I see like a lump right here.”

You mirror his movements, your hand touching the spot he’s pointing. And your fingertips meet with a lump on a location that sparks too much familiarity. You gasp aloud and cover the lump with your hand, the other covering your other temple. 

Oh, no.

Black eyebrows knit together. “You okay?”

Play it cool! “Y-Yeah, yeah, I’m fine! You’re right; I probably hit my head somewhere while out.” You take this time to remove your legs off the comfort of Toji’s lap and stand up from the couch. “I’ll put something on it to stop the swelling.” You can also sense something aching down your lower back at that moment. Oh, hell no!!

“Ya sure? Need me fr’ any—“ 

BZZZZ!! BZZZZ!!

Toji’s cut off from the vibration of his phone in his jeans, pulling the device out to see that someone called “Megumi” was calling. Good, a distraction!

“N–No, no, I’m good from here.” You say through gritted teeth, the alcohol taking effect and making your stance a little buzzy to uphold. “J-Just stay here, I’ll be back!” You don’t even wait for his approval, turning on your heel and heading out of the living room to the stairs. Your body feels wobbly with every step you take, but you don’t pay it any mind because you can feel the lumps beneath your palms increasing. “God, please, not now, not today…!”

You march as fast as you can to your bedroom, nearly stumbling on the floor as you haul ass to your bathroom door. You do a terrible job watching your footing fall after rushing to turn the lights on, and stuff from the counter falls because of the impact. But you didn’t care, shuffling up so you could look at the mirror. And the sight you see fills you with immediate dread.

Horns are the first thing you see from either side of your head; the tips curl as if to form a crown but point to the ceiling. Your eyes are no longer human-like, pupils shaped like slits as if morphing into a reptile. And your ears get horizontally pointier.  “…shit.”

You then lift your skirt and tear a hole in your pantyhose above the hem of your panties, and your fear quadruples at the sight of something long and slithery protruding out of the hole. A long tail with a pointy end; you lose your mind. “Shit, shit, shit, shit—”

It’s then you realize why this is happening: you had forgotten to take your daily supplements that are meant to subjugate these features of yourself. You’ve been taking them for the longest time before you moved into this neighborhood, so you’re used to your typical human facade. Now, seeing these parts of yourselves is the very LAST thing you need right now! 

And then something hits you, an unsettling feeling that you’re too scared to confirm. Your eyes travel down to your shirt, your hands hesitantly pulling the bottom tucked into your skirt and lifting to reveal your navel. You then tug the top of your skirt to expose a spot you’re honed in on the mirror. And the urge to scream grows tenfold once you see a black marking on the lower part of your belly. 

A womb tattoo!?!? 

“Oh, my fucking God, not tonight!!”

“YO, HEY!” And just when it couldn’t get worse, you hear Toji coming up the stairs and beelining for your open bedroom door. Wait, no— “I heard screamin’ and a big ‘boom,’ you alright? Where are y—“

Your neighbor stops dead in his tracks once he appears in front of the bathroom opening; his concerned expression shifts to an immediate neutral deadpan. He stares at you, and you stare back at him, the silence so thick you could cut it with a knife. A ring fills your eardrums, dissociating from this entire scene and all its complications.

You want to cry. Maybe scream, throw up, or just straight up die on the spot. 

Because this wasn’t the night for someone to find out you’re a succubus.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“…”

“…”

“…So, what are you?” 

Not even concealing your face in your pillow can hide you from the eventual questions of Toji, who sits idly on the corner of your bed. You cringe internally, never thinking this dilemma would befall you. The point of moving was to turn a new page in your life and leave the past behind with the city. Now, you are shriveling on top of your bed like a moody teenager, and your neighborhood crush is here to witness your depression.

“…What happened to your phone call?”

“It was my kid. I told him to lock the door since I’ll be out a little longer. Don’t try and deflect,” his blunt answer has you descend further to your inner turmoil. “How come I never seen these horns before?”

You sigh heavily; there’s no point in trying to divert now. “…I take supplements that hinder any features of my succubus appearance so I can look like an average human for the rest of the day.”

“Daily?” He sees you nod through his peripheral. “Succubus…the hell’s that?”

“Basically, I’m a demon that…that…” Yeah, no, let’s not finish that. “Never mind.”

“Bullshit. Tell me.” 

“D-Don’t worry about it, it’s not—“

“Look here,” he speaks to you with a stern tone, a hand coming to your waist to shove you a bit. “I went ahead and picked y’re drunk butt up, made sure ya don’t puke up a storm, and now y’re here looking way different from before. The least you could do is explain.”

God, to be lectured by a human – totally humiliating…! “…I’m a demon that gets energy from…se–….sexu, uhh………..sexualactivitywithhumanbeings.”

The silence that trails after your ramble is beyond awkward. 

“Oh.”

…

“Oh.”

God, just kill me right now!

The older man forces a cough. “So, you…have sex every day?” You can practically sense the tiny hint of discomfort from prompting that question.

“W-Well, I used to when I was younger. But I haven’t really…done it in a couple of years.” Jesus Christ, why is it so embarrassing to admit to someone other than yourself? This is the literal worst! 

“Is that bad?”

“It’s, uhh…It can be?” 

“So, why haven’t you done it?”

“Because…!” You snap your face out of your pillow and finally allow yourself to breathe correctly. “I just…I don’t have time like I used to anymore, and using my powers to make people forget afterward can get tiring. Also, the more times I do it, the more my drive gets intense from the last. The desire of a succubus can be dangerous, you know? And since it’s been a while since I’ve let my powers out, I’m sure it’s nastier than ever…”

“…Well,” Toji turns to face you. “Have you ever had the urge recently?”

“I-” Woah. That question came out of nowhere, almost answering it without proper consideration. “Wh–What do you mean by that…”

He shrugs. “Like—you know what I mean—like, even though you try to suppress it, do you still have those urges to do…ya know, it?”

Things get a little uncomfortable here; now you wish you kept your face in that pillow. Tojo’s gaze on you is distinguished — gentle yet stern, matching his demeanor. He's calm and calculating and is waiting for your response to his strangely personal question. 

“I…I, I don’t know.” It was another lie.

“Why’re you lyin’?”

“I’m not…!” Toji clicked his teeth with a face.

“Fine, answer me this then. Have ya ever thought of doin’ it since ya moved here?” 

Yup, this question was far worse than the other. His words echo inside your noggin, bewildered with every syllable relaying. And the widowed man lifts his brow from the lack of an instantaneous answer. You open your mouth, but words fail to aid you, your tail shying away behind your shadow. “I-I…I don’t—“

“Ever thought of me?”

“Toji!” You shout defensively. Sure, it might’ve been out of line to ask. However, it’s the fact that he’s breaking your exterior with every question — because of how on-the-mark he is. You could never prepare yourself for that inquiry, the heat on your face growing more unbearable. How could he know of the frenzy he puts you through just for existing? 

“I’m not dumb.” You peep Toji, turning his torso and facing his entire front in your direction. “You think I don’t notice how often you try to push me off when I invite ya over or know when y’re lookin’ at me when you think I’m not aware’?” He dents the bed with his added weight, and you forget to breathe, watching him inch closer. “Or act all shy and cute when I got you to myself?” 

You gulp, your brain short-circuiting at the feeling of Toji’s palm on your thigh. There have been countless nights where you’ve thought of your neighbor more than once, indulging in fantasies you could never speak of to a soul, especially Toji himself. To let the man know of the dirty things you’d want him to say to you, the names you wish him to call you, the erotic things you’d like him to do to you — death is the only option necessary not to let that happen. Unfortunately, he seems to have a good idea now that he’s cornered you like this, and you’re too stunned to utter a word.

“It’s okay, though,” he whispers low now that he’s close to your face, and you have to hold back on letting out a yelp when his hand comes to hold your face, his index finger toying with your sensitive earlobe. “‘Cuz I love it when y’re all timid, can’t even look me in the face…Like now.”

You try to avert away from him, but his thumb brings your chin back to him. “Toji, please,” his name feels forbidden to say all of a sudden. 

“Tell me ‘no’.” His nose brushes the tip of yours, and you chew your lip. “I’ll stop right now and leave, let you deal with this y’reself…Or,” he ghosts to your ear, and you quiver. “I’ll stay with you and treat you to what y’ve been scared to ask fr’.”

“Toji, wait,” Fuck, you can’t remember the last time you had your ears so keen, his breath brushing it enough to compel you to meltdown.

“Say ‘no,’ princess.” You’re locked under his forest-green orbs, and you swear you could hear your heart hammering your chest. “Or I’ll treat you right tonight.”

Perplexed eyes can’t move anywhere else, and your lips are wet from licking them without knowing. Is this really happening…? An inquisition you had no time to answer for yourself once Toji closes the gap, centimeters nearer with every millisecond.

I…can’t…

His face draws near, and your eyes reflex to close. 

I don’t…want to…

Toji pulls you in for a gentle kiss; your thoughts radio silent after the contact of his scarred lips on yours. No shot. Your neighbor was kissing you right now — there’s no way!? This had to be a dream…! This is truly a wild night: not only are you tipsy to the noggin, but your neighborhood crush has found out your secret, and now you’re kissing that exact crush in your room?? Your muscles go tense at what is occurring. 

He peppers your lips with kisses, forced to catch up with him as he claims your lips, a palm snaking to the back of your head to keep you steady. He licks your bottom lip, chewing gently to prompt the softest gasps out of your mouth. “C’mon, baby,” he coos to your sensitive ears. “Relax wit’ me.” You nearly melt at the lick of your helix as his free hand courses from your chest to your waist. The brush of his fingers onto your tail makes you jolt. 

“Toji, wait,” you mutter under your breath as he nibbles on your pointy ear, your hands gripping the back of his black wife beater. “D-Don’t; I’m so sensi—Nmmm…!” Jesus, the moan you held back! Toji trails his mouth to your chin down to your neck to suck on your skin. And your lower half throbs harder. “Ahhh…hahhh…”

He returns his lips to yours; this time, his tongue runs on your teeth vigorously to seek entry. You submit after a chew to your bottom lip, whimpering as the older man inserts his wet muscle to greet yours. Surreal, isn’t it, to be tongued down by your neighbor? You don’t know whether it’s the alcohol, the twitches between your inner thighs, or the flick of his tongue and the sound of his purrs that have your face getting hotter. 

And fuuuuuuck, he’s such a good kisser — scratch that, he’s an AMAZING kisser! You’re practically turning into putty in the palm of his hands as he lips you, tilting his head to a proper position with a soft push to your face as he deepens the kiss. He sucks on your tongue, and you mewl, helplessly quivering when he teases the muscle with nibbles. Your waist has a mind of its own while it sways involuntarily, rocking as you sink into the zealous kiss. He’s not overpowering you in any way; if anything, he’s so overwhelmingly comforting, his hand caressing your cheek tenderly, and soft noises of lips smacking and breaking apart bounce one after the other.

Then, you shrill unexpectedly. “…!! Mmahhh! T-Tojiii, d-don’t—don’t touch…Haahhh…”

“Oh? Well, lookie here.” Your ears perk at Toji’s chuckle. Unbeknownst to you, distracted by the intense kiss, your neighbor sneaks his hand under your skirt and touches your private zone shielded by your pantyhose, fingers pressing up on your vulva area. “All we did is kiss, and ya already got your panties wet?”

Embarrassed? Of course, it’s been so long since you were touched like this and out of practice. Now, your repressed emotions start to crumble out of their straightened form the more Toji’s middle finger rubs on your panties. And let’s not even mention your thighs motioning to ride on the digit, your dignity starting to disintegrate. “Ohhh, Toji…”

“Mmm? What is it, sweetie?” He nuzzles to your neck after licking and sucking on your chin. “Feelin’ good down there?” He curls his middle and forefinger to push. “Got ya all excited?” He receives a confirmed hum. “Tell me how y’re feelin’.”

You gulped thickly, your breathing shaking. “I-I’m feeling—shit…” he laughs lowly at your swearing. “Nnnm! You’re making me feel…so hot.”

“I can tell, you’re twitchin’ like crazy right on my fingertips.” His fingers move into a circular motion, and your mouth goes agape. “Fuck, man…Hey, hold on, I wanna do somethin’.”

Toji removes his fingers from under your skirt before you can tell, the heat between your legs going tepid as he withdraws from your figure to lay his back on the bed. But before that, he unzips and loosens his jeans to his butt. A noticeable tent of his boxer briefs has your lips locked to each other, and your eyes widen when he subtracts the material. Just when you thought this night couldn’t get any more crazier, you are awake to witness the display of Toji’s erection in real-time. 

How long has it been since you’ve seen a real-life, living, and breathing dick before your eyes? You honestly can’t recall that; the responsibilities of human life have made you grow numb to your demon necessities that it no longer feels innate. However, the sight of your crush’s solid, girthy, excited cock is marveling. How your mouth waters as you ogle at it is borderline humiliating, eyes glued to the uncut tip.

“Like what ya see?” He asks smugly, kicking his jeans and briefs off and slapping his thigh. “C’mere, mama.” Oh, fuck, the quirk of your insides was unavoidable at his comment, primarily as he guides you closer to him. “Let’s warm up.” You yelp as he effortlessly moves your legs to where you straddle him. He pushes your skirt up to your waist, and you can hear the tear from your pantyhose. His thumb comes to slide your panties to the side, and he whistles. “Damn, lookin’ all pretty and wet fr’ me.” 

It’s either the fact that Toj’s dick is inches in front of your face or your bare pussy out in the air in front of him; either one of the two has your mind going in a whirlwind. And it all comes to a standstill the moment you sense something wet and firm glide across your labia, and it takes everything in you not to tremble. “Mmm, oh, fuck,” he groans after licking your cunt, throwing in another lazy one to have you holler. “It’s been so long…Shit.”Toji’s hands curl from your legs to cup your asscheeks, keeping your butt near him to lap his tongue around your chasm. You whine as he licks you down, your teeth clattering at the sensation. 

Oh, my God, your head begins to ache. It feels so good, your body finally coming back to the groove of things as you move your butt around. The man under you quickly latches his mouth onto you, a firm grip on your ass to keep you in place for him to service you. Speaking of service, your eyes flick to the erect limb before you, your mouth salivating with the run of your tongue across your teeth. Fuck, it looks so good; you admire internally before inching your face close to the length, your head getting dizzier from the sheer size and musk. Damnit…I wanna taste him so bad…!!

“Go on, dollface,” Toji gives your butt a playful smack. “I know ya need this bad.” 

God, he’s so right — you need this; there’s no point in denying anymore. You blow on it before placing a tender kiss, noticing how it pulsates as your hand wrings around the shaft. You lick your lips before pecking at the uncircumcised tip, and Toji’s hold on you goes tighter. He’s sensitive, you note. Adorable. You stick your tongue out to swirl around the cockhead, bathing it with your saliva before you inhale it with a delighted hum, gradually warming up your loosened jaw.

Fuck, the taste of a cock — something that felt nostalgic the moment he graced your tastebuds. Your eyes water a bit, trembles rocking your figure as Toji sucks on your wetness, and every inch you intake fuels the haze that fogs your brain. You stroke and suck him simultaneously, a forgotten method that rekindles now in this moment. You coat him with your spit the more you relax your jaw, slurping him unapologetically as if a different part of yourself takes over. 

On the other hand, Toji feels the same way. It’s been way too long for the widowed man since the last time he has been intimate with someone, let alone have a bare ass right in front of him. It’s no secret that he’s had the hots for you once you moved here, but having you on top of him like this is like something out of his wet dreams. The way you murmur cutely as you suck his dick turns him on so bad, a guilty pleasure come true as he drinks your nectar off your damp naked folds. His tongue teases around the entrance of your vagina before pushing it in, fucking your opening with his wet muscle. You cry on his girth, your tail cringing in the air from the stimulation. He spots it and grabs it from the base; how your lower half jolts to the grasp is humorously darling to him. So cute.

The minutes go longer as you two keep pleasing each other, and a soft whimper escapes your lips when you release Toji from your lips, lips plastering long and sweet kisses on his shaft as you massage the tip. Your other hand palms and kneads his ballsack, the jerk of his thighs rewarding to see, so you increase the pace of your hand.

“—Thhh, nmm!” Toji curses from behind, sluggishly licking from clit to your slit while succumbing to your touch and mouth. “Shiiit, just like that, baby, suck me off like t—Mmngh! Christ, I’m gonna..fffuckin’ cum…”

But then, you remove yourself from Toji’s member, the cold air instantly blanketing him. Green eyes blink as you move off of his lying body, observing you bending over with your face to the cold sheets.

“Toji,” you plea to him desperately, hooded eyes shining eagerly. “Please, I need it…Here,” you spread your ass, fully exposing your slit wet from your fluids mixed with his saliva. Jesus, you were heathing as if you were in heat. “Do it here, I need it inside…!”

You had the man shook; the cogs in his mind stopped working briefly. The picture of you presenting yourself like this to him was unexpected, but goddamn, did it turn him on astronomically! Toji stands on his knees and advances to you, removing his tank top and discarding it to the floor. “Yeah? You want it that bad?” You nod impetuously. “Words, sweetie. Need you to tell me what to do.”

“Toji, pleeease…!” You wiggle your ass until he cusps it, kneading your flesh lovingly to the point that your tail curls around his forearm. “Please, put it in, I wanna feel it…!”

“Yeah, is that what my princess wants?” You and Toji bite your lips when he aligns his tip to your inner labia, teasing you with grinding motions. “Does my demon baby want Daddy to mess y’r insides that bad?”

Oh, we’re playing that card, too? Holy shit, you were getting so wet from this! “Yess, Daddy, pleasee! Mess me up with that dick, wanna be filled up right nooww…!”

He can’t hide the proud grin. “Good girl. Here,” Toji begins to push the cockhead to you, and your lips flatten at the wince of pain that accompanies the push. “Stay still, and lemme reward you,” his hips move slowly in your direction, you grip the sheets to prepare yourself, and your nerves are dialed to a plane of exhilaration you can’t regulate. Oh my God, is this happening? He’s gonna fuck me? So many thoughts cloud your mind, too excited and anxious for what’s to come because it’s been so. Damm. Long. How’s it gonna feel? Is your body ready enough? How does Toji feel about this; is he just as nervous as you a—

Your train of thought is brought to an abrupt halt at the sensation of Toji’s tip finally inserting itself into your vagina, too absentminded that your open mouth couldn’t say a word. Oh, fuck it’s in, it’s in! Your eyes widen, your muscles tense, and your voice struggles to cry. The older man continues to add himself leisurely, the length sundering your slit and stretching your opening as you take him inch by inch. Your back arches instinctively, wailing silently as you can feel the foreign limb intruding your tightness, quick quirks of your frame as he rubs your velvety texture. Ohhhh, my God…!!

When he slowly starts to rut into you, recurring waves of rapture hit your nerves every. Single. Time! You’re entire body is rocked to the core with every short yet gentle pound; the feeling of Toji’s veiny cock scrapping your channel has you shivering. And once he’s encouraged to push his entire member until the very hilt, you yelp aloud when the tip kisses your womb. “—Oooh??!”

“—Mmngh!” Your quick spasm surprises Toji. “Ohhh, shit, there it is. Hmm? Is this where ya want me, mama? Want me right…here?” He snaps his hips swiftly, the rushed movement and hit to your cervix knocks you winded. And another, you keep wringing his shaft acutely. “Ahhn, God fucking damn i—Iisshhffuck, fuck, I can’t, gonna…Hnghh!”

Toji’s body shudders above you, bucking into your warmth with a jittery pattern. The prolonged reaction of his orgasm claims him now, succumbing to the silky, tight texture and how well you’re grasping onto his girth. He comes inside you, moaning as he ejaculates earlier than expected. You sense it, humming to the immediate filling. So warm, so full of his cock already that your toes curl. 

And Jesus Christ, it felt so. Fucking, Good! You were no longer drunk from the alcohol; now, you were intoxicated by the prowess and pleasure of Toji’s dick. 

“Hah, haaaah, fuck,” he throws his head back with a hiss, his abdomen relaxing from the earlier flex. Then, your tail glides up from his abs, feeling up on his skin and roaming on his happy trail. He snickers at your feline-like comportment, “Heh, actin’ all cute now that you got what ya wanted, huh?” You say nothing, bashful to his words, while your tail curls up to his chin. “Don’t go quiet on me now, dollface; I heard you squeaking and moanin’ seconds ago.”

Toji then returns to rut into you despite recovering from his climax, furled to have you shrieking uncontrollably for him. The smacks of his pelvis recoil the flesh of your ass, his come stuffed inside you now glued to his erection as he rocks into you balls-deep. “Mmmm, yeah, that’s right, baby,” he grabs your tail and wraps it around his hand to pull; you scream louder, and your vaginal walls clamp tighter than ever. “Arch more fr’ me, enjoy me—nmm…!—fuckin’ you real good.”

The pull of your tail makes your senses hypersensitive, perturbed by the stress of it being pulled, yet the enjoyment you feel from it is too inexorable to comprehend. Coherent sentences double down to undecipherable babbles, “—Daahh, hoohhfuuc—D-Daddyyy, Daddyyy…!!” Tears well up in your eyes as he inflicts blows to your ass, the pain too quick to prepare for yet the sting enough to make you rigid. “—Too much, ish t’oo muuuch…!”

Another smack to your butt, and you howl once again. “Huh, ya say that, but y’re milkin’ my cock like crazy.” He bends down to remove your hands that try to hide your face and horns with the pillow. “What, ya don’t like this? Hmm? Want me to stop?” 

“No, nooo!!” You shook your head immediately; your vision blurred for a few seconds. “I loveee iit, I love this, love Daddy’s diick—Ahaaa!! More…I want moreee!” Fuck, this is bad; any more than this, and you’ll be addicted for sure.

“Good,” he whispers to your ears. Good Lord, you weren’t going to survive. “Because I ain’t done wit’ ya yet, princess.”

Before you can register his sentence fully, Toji straightens and lays on his side behind you, lifting your leg to create a suitable angle. He then plunges into you harder and faster, the different positions helping the sporadic cadence achieve deeper penetration while scraping your upper wall with ease. At this point, your body is too hot and sticky to care about anything else outside this room; your head pounding and too misty, your senses corrupted by the constant pokes to your cervix and the increasing haze that you don’t feel human anymore. Your succubus roots flourish, drool escapes your lips, and wanting nothing but this feeling to remain ceaseless.

“Gahh, ohhhDaddyyy, ahhahh,” eyes roll to your skull at the brush of your sweet spots. “Shhoo good, I fweel shoo gooood…! Harder, hardeeerr!” 

“—Khhck, goin’ as hard as I fuckin’ can!!” Toji kisses your cheek after a lick, chewing on it after hearing you mewl submissively. “Jesus, this pussy, out of this fuckin’—Nnngh…world.”

You turn to him and claim his lips, and he reciprocates into your steamy kiss. Vulgar tongues exchange spit and encroach on each other’s mouth, and you helplessly suck on Toji’s after he shoves it, your puffy lips intaking the attractive noises he makes. And you slither a hand down to your clitoris to swipe erratically while your tail goes around Toji’s waist and curves into the crevice of his ass. Suddenly, Toji stiffens at the pointy end of your tail, tickling his anus, and the raven-haired man gasps at the insertion. Too stunned to speak, he can only move his hips rapidly, his white-ringed shaft digging deep into you with the help of stimulating his prostate. 

“—Taahhh, y-you, lil’ minx…!” He breaks the kiss and bites your lip to hear you whimper. “Tryin’ ta make me cum again?”

You nod, breathing heavily. “Ohhh, Daddy, I’m so close…! Gonna come!”

“Me too, mama, me too…” 

Hot moans and groans fly out of each other’s mouths, bodies stuck to each other as you both chase for release. Everything feels so fast, so hot, happening all at once; all you can think about is the grinding presses you push up on your delicate clit. Fuck, fuck! It’s coming, it’s coming…!”

Then, it arrives. Your cunt, aching for the climax, receives the crescendo you’ve been aching for this entire time. The walls of your vulva contract around Toji’s member, milking and wringing him as you come loose to your grounding. A clear liquid exerts out of your urethra, showering out to stain your panties, torn pantyhose, and bedsheets, your breathing losing its steadiness and falling to a jagged tempo. The same goes for Toji, who falls into his peak along with you; your fluttering folds force him to submit and release his second load into you with a hiss. The older man’s heaving frame keeps bucking into you until every drop fills you to the brim, burrowing his face deep into your neck to rest as the shocks rock you both.

Finally, everything goes quiet. The cozy atmosphere pulls you out of your heightened elevation and lays you down with silent clarity. Both you and Toji, sweaty and sticky all over, are still linked to each other as the high dissipates. Shuddering figures begin to calm down and fall at ease with the tranquility.

Toji kisses your neck, and you croon until he comes to lay his lips on yours for a tender peck, then on your soft cheek and your temple. He then removes his flaccid bulge, white fluids oozing out of your hole. “Damn, that was good,” he mutters breathlessly. “Hmm, how ya feel—“

The onyx-haired man couldn’t finish his question because of the sudden change of positions you abruptly conducted. He now lays on his back with you straddling him; the calm tone switched to an unexpected spiking mood. 

You then hand grab his dick and arrange it back to your raised hips. Viridian orbs widen. Wait. The tip meets your labia once more before you descend it down. What the f—hold on— And then, his cock is swallowed back inside your wetness, and Toji grits his teeth.

 “Sh-Shit, sweetie,” Toji’s hands come to your waist. “What’s up, aren’t y—“

“Sorry, Toji,” the man surveys with confusion, watching you strip off and throw your shirt somewhere. Your naked chest is now out for him to see, and his breath hitches when you place your hands on his pectorals while a span of bat-like wings springs out from your back. “…That wasn’t enough.”

Wasn’t enough?? He repeats with furrowed brows, noticing the half-lidded, lustful expression and the sharp dents of your canines. Then, it hits him: 

“The desire of a succubus can be dangerous, you know? And since it’s been a while since I’ve let my powers out, I’m sure it’s nastier than ever…”

…Oh, shit. “Wait, we can talk about—“ You get your answer once you bounce on his cock without notice, Toji nearly choking on his tongue. Nope, no room for prattling.

“You let out so much, made my mind go so crazy,” you grind your hips on his pelvis, squeezing his limp cock while it gets firmer and firmer. “Feel so good…More, I want moreee…”

“C-C’mon now, baby, can’t we take a break for a minute at least—“You bring your face an inch away from his.

“Daddy,” your neighbor shudders at the gentle kiss you place under his chin. “Please take care of me like you promised, ‘kay?”

Your gaze lured him in, a trap he was foolish enough to fall for. Because now, he’s stuck under your bow as you begin to inflict an inescapable rhythm, rebounding on his erection until the base meets your folds. Choked groans suppressed by Toji, but take his lips with yours, enforcing a loving yet salacious spell with your satisfied moans. Now, your crush realizes you weren’t the meek, adorable neighbor he dotes on. 

Tonight, he was yours to play like a fiddle…And shame on him for getting way more turned on than he should be!

Wow. Guess I’m dyin’ tonight.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

I should be fuckin’ dead right now.

Toji knew something was up when his eyelids opened, and his emerald eyes scanned the ceiling, instantly recognizing that he wasn’t in his master bedroom. The rays of sunshine are blocked from the curtains, yet the light of day crawls in and basks the room in a low glow. Chirps of birds outside greet him on the basking of a new autumn day, lying comfortably in the cold, silky sheets of the bed.

He wakes to a bit of a headache, mentally and physically groggy. Attempts to move are already tricky and aches all over his body keep him grounded in the mattress. Ugh, feel like I’ve lost all feelin’ in my legs; the man can’t even lift one leg without a grimace. And even his arms are challenging, one so oddly heavy as if it’s nailed down. 

“Fuck, man.” His first words of the day are a curse, irritated by the drum of his head. He tries to lift himself; again, it’s not possible, agitating the man even more. And why the fuck is my arm so hea—

He doesn’t finish his sentence — the answer reveals itself once he turns his head to the left. 

He sees you, surprised to view you in your natural form still. Horns have grown a little larger, yet still small enough for you to rest your cheek on his shoulder. You were sound asleep, faint snores picked up by his ears as he examined your face at ease with a peaceful slumber. Nude, the both of you, a hand wrapped around his left arm to stick close to you while the other is stationed at his chest, your bat wings shriveled together to not get damaged. And judging by the snake-ish feeling, your tail was curled around his bare thigh. 

Strangely innocent to see after the events of last night flash into Toji’s recollection, funny to match such a lewd scenario to such a sweet face. He stifles a laugh, placing his right hand on the vulnerable one on him, his thumb caressing your knuckles as he grasps your fingers. Suddenly, some of the soreness he harbors feels light — glad I ain’t dead, I guess.

Your eyes jit behind your eyelids, a soft groan as you suddenly move and scrunch your face. Finally, your drowsy eyes sheepishly flicker open. Lidded gaze fighting the spell of sleep with every bat of your eyes.

“Mornin’, gorgeous.” Toji greets you.

“…”

“…”

In real-time, Toji watches your somnolent morph into a gradual display of mortification. He’s a little envious to see you spring up with no strain on your body, wings batting out of their relaxed state, and your hand still with his. “T-Toji??” You question directly, eyes surveying the nude neighbor in your bed, doing everything in your power to ignore the fact that you’re naked as well. Speaking of, you notice the subtle pink glow of your womb tattoo, and anxiety spikes to a high. “I–uhh–I’m so so sorry for last night! Sorry you had to bring me back home, and I didn’t mean to act weirdly on you with—Ooof?!”

“Relax,” he cuts you off by pulling you back to his lying frame, his left hand now free to snake on your shoulder. “Don’t talk so fast; my head’s poundin’ like crazy.”

You blink aimlessly, awkward now that you’re fully aware you’re in this man’s embrace. You can’t help recalling what transpired last night, suddenly feeling squeamish. “…You okay?”

“I feel like my life’s been drained by my dick,” he answers bluntly, adding more weight to your embarrassment. “Wakin’ up to a pretty face who nearly killed me with their pussy isn’t somethin’ I’d expect.” 

“……sorry.”

“It’s alright,” calloused fingers glide and intertwine with his yours, stroking your thumb with his. “Had a good time either way. Wild, but good.”

“Really…?” 

“Really.” You probably shouldn’t have peered up to see him look your direction. Albeit exhausted, his handsome face and sleepy grin ignite the heat on your cheeks. And your stomach flips, hearing a laugh when you meekly avert your gaze away. “How many times did we do it?”

“…Not sure,” long enough for my womb tattoo to be blatant. 

“Me either. Does that happen often?”

“Sometimes? I guess it’s because I haven’t done it for a long time, so I went…off the rails because of the intensity.”

“Noted, because I never felt so old until now. I probably pulled somethin’.”

“….Sorry.”

“Y’re good,” Toji scoffs before moving to place a soft kiss on your forehead, and your heart skips the tighter his hand holds your hand. “Tell ya what, I can help you with that cycle of yours, probably…twice a month, so it doesn’t get too crazy like last night. And don’t use y’re powers or some shit to make me forget, either. I don’t wan’ that.”

You lift your face from his shoulder, the heat spreading to your ears. “You don’t have to do that, Toji, I wouldn’t—“

“Nah, I’m down; it’s what neighbors for. Besides, it finally gives me a reason to make ya interact with me more.” Again, his smug smirk causes knots in your stomach. “Like the sound of that, mama? Let Daddy take care of you?”

Your lips quiver, and you hide your face back onto his shoulder. The rumble of his laughter worsens the butterflies in your stomach, and your tail squeezes on his thigh. “Don’t say it like that, Toji!”

“Y’r tail seems to like it.”

“Stop it!”

♱ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs + comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header art by tamayura banko + dividers by @cafekitsune.

[pomegranatesarchive]

better streamer | max verstappen

pairing; max verstappen x streamer!reader

summary; after getting completely demolished on stream by user; fartsnifer max makes it his life purpose to win a game against her. to bad he never does and they fall in love instead.

— fartsnifer has posted new photos!

liked by, charlesleclerc, and 57,924 others!

fartsnifer: very nice stream tonight! thank you so much to all those who joined 🫶🫶 and thank you to all of my new followers! welcome, you are now all official fartsnifers 🔥

view comments below!

user1: i love your content but i will not be identified as a fartsnifer.

user2: i too did not want to identify as a fartsnifer. i am now proud to be one 😕

user3: being a fartsnifer is a PRIVILEGE. be proud

user4: i’m sorry but i can’t take you guys seriously while you’re calling yourself fartsnifers 😭😭

user5: this is the girl who embarrassed the f1 grid in cod?!?

user6: this is her!!!

charles_leclerc: @/maxverstappen1, @/landonorris, @/georgerussell63, @/oscarpiastri @/logansargent, @/alex_albon, @/danielricciardo

user7: bro tagged the whole family 💀

user8: LMAO CHARLES???

user9: how did he find her so quick 😭

user10: basically all of f1twt is talking about her 😭😭

maxverstappen1: @/fartsnifer check dms.

user11: MAX WHATTT

user12: willing to bet he’s asking her for a rematch

user13: that’s so ominous “check dms.” LIKE DAMN OKAY

user14: max just accept that she is better than you. it’s okay.

georgerussell63: well well well, if it isn’t fartsnifer herself.

fartsnifer: well well well, if it isn’t the guy who scream like a girl

georgerussell63: um actually, that was @/landonorris, NOT me.

landonorris: why are you lying?

user15: y/n replying to george and not max is killing me 😭

maxverstappen1: check dms.

user16: this is embarrassing max, one comment was enough

user17: i think he wants y/n to check her dms?

oscarpiastri: good game tonight! 👊

fartsnifer: thanks piastri!

user18: thank you oscar for showing y/n that f1 drivers do in fact have decorum 🧍

logansargent: don’t fraternize with the enemy Oscar.

maxverstappen1: check dms please.

user19: oh max…

user20: it just got even more embarrassing

user21: the way y/n is very clearly ignoring him is SO FUCKING FUNNY

user22: i love your content pls don’t die

danielricciardo: please answer Max’s messages.

user23: daniel did max make you do this???

danielricciardo: yes.

maxverstappen1: check dms.

user24: OMG MAX WE GET ITTTT

user24: y/n please answer his dms this is getting sad to watch

— y/n l/n and max verstappen have shared a collaborated post!

liked by maxverstappen1, charles_leclerc, landonorris, and 392,839 others!

fartsnifer: join my stream tonight to watch me humiliate this 3x wdc!! 👊👊

view comments below!

user25: omg she actually answered his messages 😭

maxverstappen1: that is not the photo we agreed on.

fartsnifer: but this one was so much funnier!!

user26: oh i WILL be tuning in

user27: this is going to be the funniest thing ever

user28: strangers to lovers…

user29: OH BROTHERRR

landonorris: best buddy’s with the enemy now mate?

maxverstappen1: i must win.

user30: i love that photo of max

user30: the ways he’s just 🧍

charles_leclerc: woohoo!! go y/n 👏👏

georgerussell63: fake.

landonorris: she is the enemy charles!

logansargent: after she humiliated us on stream? i can’t believe this.

maxverstappen1: you sick traitor. after everything we’ve been through?

charles_leclerc: i like her videos guys 😕

user31: charles leclerc a official fartsnifer confirmed!!

user32: i was planning to sleep early today….but this seems more important

user33: oh but if i said enemies to friends to lovers…

user34: i would say you’re delusional!! 😝😝

— y/n has posted new photos!

liked by maxverstappen1, oscarpiastri, and 583,826 others!

fartsnifer: life feels good when you don’t have to pay for your own dinners 🤤 @/maxverstappen1

view comments below!

user35: hasn’t it already been over a month 🤨

user36: i think they played again and if y/n won max had to pay her dinners for ANOTHER month

user37: they just want an excuse to keep in touch 😒😒

user36: oh most definitely LMAOOO

maxverstappen1: when did i get you sushi?

fartsnifer: like three days ago remember????

maxverstappen1: ah yes! i remember now

user37: max is literally traveling the world racing and still finds time to order y/n dinner online EVERY SINGLE DAY.

user38: he wants her so bad and you can’t convince me otherwise 😐

landonorris: can you play today?

fartsnifer: don’t you have quali today???!?!

landonorris: i mean after 😒

fartsnifer: yeah just tell me when

maxverstappen1: can i join?

user39: omg max no

user40: oh i just got the worst second hand embarrassment jesus christ

user41: that was the saddest sentence ever written

fartsnifer: ofc you can maximilian!!

charles_leclerc: you shouldn’t try this delicious italian restaurant! i’ll send max the address!!

fartsnifer: thank you charles 🫶🫶

maxverstappen1; don’t thank him 🙄 I’m the one buying it.

user42: don’t be jealous max…

liked by 273,827 others!

fartsniferupdates: queen fartsnifer herself was seen at the f1 austrian race today!! i think we ALL know who she was there for… 😉😉

view comments below!

user43: she flew to austria for a MAN ?? 🤨

user44: to be fairrrrr that man is MAX VERSTAPPEN so…

user45: they are so dating!! they literally left together and looked so happy

user46: i fucking knew it

user47: okay enemy’s to lovers…get it ig

user48: maybe y/n can let max win at COD now that they’re a…thing?

user49: y/n looks so good

user50: IKR!!! her hair is chefs kiss

liked by, landonorris, charles_leclerc, fartsnifer, and 763,825 others!

maxverstappen1: finally payed for her dinner in person 💪

view comments below!

user51: oh HE posted her?? yeah he’s in love

user52: he ruined his entire feed aesthetic to post a picture of her 🥹🥹🥹

fartsnifer: i don’t like that picture🧍delete please!

maxverstappen1: karma!

maxverstappen1: and you look cute 🙄

user53: OH!!!

user54: yeah they are definitely dating

landonorris: finally!! God you were getting to annoying with your “she’s so pretty.” “and she’s good at games.” “do you think if we started dating she’d let me win.”

maxverstappen1: delete this.

fartsnifer: too late!! i’ve seen it. no max just because we’re dating doesn’t mean i will let you win

maxverstappen1: 😕

user55: OMG SHE JUST CONFIRMED IT?? THEY ARE ACTUALLY DATING?? HOLY SHIT

user56: girl he literally flew her out to watch him race. ofc they were dating 😭😭

user33: I FUCKING KNEW IT!! FUCK YOU ALL WHO SAID I WAS DELUSIONAL!! WHAT NOW HUH??? YOU SEE THIS?? I WAS RIGHT!! AHAHAHAH

charles_leclerc: ❤️❤️

charles_leclerc: that was for y/n, not max.

maxverstappen1: geez thanks mate!

fartsnifer: love you charles ‼️‼️

user57: LMAOOO

user58: the way charles became a full on fartsnifer fan is so crazy

user59: he literally talks about her all the time too 😭😭 when he was asked what he’s been watching recently he answered “i’ve been watching a streamer named fartsnifer! she’s funny.” he’s so proud about it

georgerussell63: you are all traitors!! after what she did to us that fateful day? i can’t believe this!

fartsnifer: you literally invited me for drinks tomorrow?? 🧍

georgerussell63: SHHHH 🤫🤫

user60: max is dating someone who gos by the name fartsnifer….yeah i didn’t see this coming

. . .

notes: thank you for reading!! hope you enjoyed :))

[mahmoudna]

While Some Celebrate Christmas 🎄

We’re Drowning in Rain and Cold 🥶

Hello everyone,

My name is Mahmoud Naeem Abu Hatab, a young man displaced from Gaza. While many around the world are celebrating Christmas 🎄, enjoying warm meals and cozy gatherings with loved ones, my family and I are struggling to survive under heartbreaking conditions.

The heavy rain has completely flooded our tent, leaving us shivering in the freezing cold ❄️ without proper shelter, food, or warm clothing. This winter feels like it might be our last if we can’t find help soon.

Our Reality vs. the World’s Joy:

• While homes are lit with decorations and people are exchanging gifts 🎁, we’re battling dampness, hunger, and the biting cold.

• We don’t have blankets, jackets, or even enough food to make it through the day.

• My dream of completing my education and creating a better future is slipping away after losing my laptop during the evacuation.

How You Can Make a Difference:

I’ve started a GoFundMe campaign to raise funds for:

1. Finding a warm, safe place for my family to stay.

2. Buying food, warm clothing, and blankets.

3. Replacing my lost laptop so I can continue my university studies in software development.

Donation Link:

[GoFundMe Campaign Link]

Why Your Help Matters:

This season is about giving and spreading joy ✨. By contributing to our campaign, you can bring warmth and hope to a family in desperate need. No donation is too small—it all helps us move closer to safety and dignity. If you can’t donate, please share our story and campaign link with your friends and family.

A Final Message From the Heart:

While others are singing carols and enjoying festive meals 🍗, we’re drowning in cold rain, praying for survival. Please don’t forget families like mine during this season of giving. Your kindness and generosity can be our lifeline.

Thank you for reading, supporting, and sharing our story. May this holiday season bring blessings to all.

Donation Link Again:

[GoFundMe Campaign Link]

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[amirasainz]

Can you please do driver reader is literally the absolute Angel of the paddock and everyone adores her, she’s the cutest sweetest little bean that you can’t help but love, she’s a Redbull driver and Christian always fawns over her and talks about his ‘daughter’ ( it’s clear she’s the favourite ). Even the older drivers love her e.g kimi, jenson, Seb, mark. Platonic pleaseeee

Omg, that is such a sweet idea. I did the format a bit differently, hope you don't mind.

Enjoy reading and send me some requests!!!

-XoXo

The Redbull Princess

YN YLN was a known name in the motor sport world. Not only was she the youngest driver currently on the grid - only 19 years - but she is the first female to ever drive for RedBull. Not oy that, but also the only woman on the grid.

Despite having a different gender, the other drivers never treated her bad. In fact, one could say that YN got the whole "Princess Treatment" from the drivers and teams. Each driver has taken a special place in her life.

Exhibit A: The protective one

The paddock was buzzing with energy, reporters swarming like bees near the Red Bull garage. YN was prepping for her media rounds, already feeling the weight of the spotlight on her. As she stepped into the press pen, a group of journalists immediately approached, firing off questions.

"YN, how do you feel about the pressure of being the youngest driver? Do you think it affects your performance?"

Before she could answer, Max appeared out of nowhere, slipping between her and the reporters with a grin that was anything but friendly. "I think that's enough for now," Max said, his blue eyes narrowing. "She’s got a race to focus on. Back off."

The reporters, visibly intimidated by the reigning World Champion, quickly shuffled away. YN let out a breath of relief, nudging Max with her elbow.

"You know, I can handle them."

Max chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, steering her away from the crowd. "Yeah, but why would I let them bother you when I can have fun scaring them off?"

"You're impossible," she laughed. "But thanks."

Exhibit B: The gossip King

YN walked into the Ferrari garage, still buzzing from practice. She found Charles leaning against his car, drinking water. His face lit up when he saw her.

"Charlie! Did you see that move I pulled in turn 9?" she said, excitedly plopping down next to him.

Charles grinned, instantly slipping into gossip mode. "I did! Smooth as butter. But did you hear about Fernando's radio message? He was furious about the tire degradation. Drama!"

YN's eyes widened. "No way! Spill all the tea, Leclerc."

Charles leaned in, whispering. "Apparently, his engineer told him to manage his tires better, and Nando snapped, saying, ‘I am managing them!’" He mimicked Fernando’s accent, making YN burst into laughter.

Exhibit C: The helping hand

The young RedBull driver just exited her car, when she felt someone grabbing her Birking Bag. When she quickly turned her head, she was meat with the sight of Carlos not only caring her bag in his hands and her coat on his arm, but carring his own stuff as well.

"Carlito, what are you doing? You don’t have to carry all my stuff for me." she told him, after they started walking towards the entrance.

Carlos mate an irritated sound, before responding to her. "Nonsense, hermana. Your job is to win this weekend. So let me help you with all the other things, comprende?"

Before Carlos could get an answer, she threw her arms around him, whispering a small thank you in his ear.

Exhibit D: The personal chef

YN sat in the Red Bull hospitality area, poking at her plate of food with a discontented look. Yuki walked over, noticing her lack of enthusiasm.

"Not good enough for you, huh?" Yuki teased, sliding into the seat across from her.

YN scrunched up her nose. "I don’t know what it is, but I just can’t eat this."

Without missing a beat, Yuki stood up. "I’ll make you something. What do you want?"

Her eyes brightened. "Yuki, really? You don’t have to!"

He waved a hand dismissively. "Nah, you’re picky. I know that. What do you want? Miso soup? Onigiri?"

YN tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Onigiri sounds perfect."

Within minutes, Yuki was back, placing a plate of freshly made onigiri in front of her. YN took a bite and sighed contentedly. "You're the best, Yuki."

He grinned. "I know."

Exhibit E: The "annoying" prankster

YN was busy trying to make sure her helmet and gear were ready when suddenly, her entire backpack fell off the counter with a loud thud, spilling everything.

"Lando!" she yelled, spinning around, catching the British driver grinning like a mischievous child.

"What?" Lando said, feigning innocence, hands up. "It slipped."

YN gave him a look but couldn’t help the smile creeping on her face. Lando always knew how to lift her spirits, even if it was through relentless pranks.

"One day, Norris, one day!" she warned, pointing a finger at him.

"I’ll be waiting," Lando chuckled, before helping her pick up her things

Exhibit F: The shoulder to cry on

"I just can't believe it. I was so close. How did I manage to bin the car into the wall on the last corner" muttered the 19 year old. Her face pressed in Oscars neck, who was busy stroking her hair. He knew better than to interrupt her during her rant. Knowing it would help her when she got everything of her chest.

After a moment, she shakily breathed out. Oscar knew that the only thing he could do now was to let her fall apart while he would catch every piece of her.

And that's what he did. While she cried her heart out, Oscar held her close to him, rocking them slowly in a soothing matter. It felt like nothing could happen to her in Oscars arms. He would protect her from the outside world as long as she needed

Sometimes actions speak louder than words

Exhabit G: The fashionista

Lewis stood beside YN, eyeing her racing suit critically before smirking. "That’s not gonna work."

"What do you mean?" she asked, confused.

He pointed at her boots. "Those shoes? No way. They don’t match the rest of the suit."

YN raised an eyebrow. "I'm not trying to walk the runway, Lewis. I’m racing."

Lewis rolled his eyes. "You can do both. Come on, let’s get you a new pair of shoes. You’ll thank me later."

And true to his words, YN received a new pair of racing shoes only a few hours later. They certainly looked better than her old pair.

Exhibit H: The mother-hen

George was hovering near the buffet in the paddock, watching YN closely as she piled food onto her plate. He narrowed his eyes as she bypassed the salad section.

"YN, you need to eat more greens. And have you had any water today?" George asked, his tone dangerously close to motherly.

YN groaned. "George, I’m fine. I had water this morning."

"That’s not enough," he replied sternly, filling a glass and handing it to her. "Drink. Now."

She pouted but took the glass. "Okay, Mom."

Exhibit I: The proud dad

During a press conference, Christian Horner stood beside YN, smiling at the reporters. "You all know my daughter here is the star of the show," he said, gesturing towards YN.

YN blushed at the comment. "Christian!"

The reporters laughed, but YN knew Christian wasn’t entirely joking. He had taken her under his wing from day one, treating her like family. And she couldn’t have been more grateful.

Exhibit J: Bwoah

In a rare quiet moment, YN had somehow convinced Kimi Räikkönen — the Iceman himself — to do a TikTok trend with her. As the camera rolled, Kimi deadpanned his way through the trend, barely moving but somehow nailing it.

"Thanks for doing this, Kimi," YN said, grinning as they finished.

Kimi shrugged. "Bwoah, don’t mention it, kid. But don’t tell the other drivers that you are my favourite"

YN laughed. "Deal."

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Kiribaku x Reader: Miss You

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Kiribaku x (Gender-neutral) reader

Warnings: Snippets of spicier content, pre-NSFW, 18+

Description: Bakugo's out of town on a mission, Ejiriou decides to text him late at night.

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12:46am

The numbers stared at Eijiro, taunting him with every blink. It felt like there was never enough space in your enormous king-sized bed, but somehow, now that there wasn't an angry blonde on the other side of the mattress, it felt remarkably empty.

You were long since asleep, curled up and drooling on his chest before 11:30pm - despite your adamant denial that you 'do not drool'. You were tucked up against his side, Dynamight plushie firmly secured under your chin.

The sturdy hero thought it was the purest thing he'd ever seen, and it gave him a reason to text Katsuki so late. He knew under normal circumstances, the blond would kill him for being awake.

He doubted Kats would even be awake himself, but if he wasn't, at least he'd see Ejiro's text in the morning.

So he snapped a quick photo of the two of you, cringing at the brightness of the flash.

~ Red 🪨

Think someone's missing you

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The responding message came through in seconds.

~ Blasty 💥

Can't believe we still have that stupid thing.

*image saved*

True enough, the limited edition plush had more than a few scorch marks on it. Evidence of Katsuki's previously attempted 'hits' on the doll.

Ejiro smiled to himself fondly.

~ Red 🪨

I think we'd both prefer it if it was the real Dynamight

~ Blasty 💥

Obviously.

Which in Bakugo language translated to 'Yeah, me too.'

You stirred slightly under your boyfriend's hold, and the red head made a mental note to type more quietly.

~ Red 🪨

How much longer do they think the assignment will take?

~ Blasty 💥

Fuckers keep giving me different answers. Hard to tell. If it’s not done by Friday I’m coming home anyway. 

Ejirou knew he very likely would. 

~ Blasty 💥

  It’s late. Go to sleep, shitty hair. 

~ Red 🪨

  Can’t sleep. Miss you

~ Blasty 💥

Miss you too, E, and the Gremlin.

He meant you. The nickname stuck after the first time you all slept over together and Katsuki discovered your 'unsavoury' sleeping habits; snoring and latching onto people. 

~ Red 🪨

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This time it was Kirishima kissing your head gently, your face smooshed even further into his pec with the change in angle. He knew it was risky to use flash, but he was praying you’d stay asleep. 

  Wish you were here x

~ Blasty 💥

  *image saved*

Why’s Friday so fucking far away?

The typing bubble filled the empty silence for a few seconds before disappearing. Riot held back a chuckle, he was tell Katsuki was wrestling with admitting defeat his feelings.

You guys are cute. 

~ Red 🪨

  Naww thanks babe, you’re not so bad yourself ;)

~ Blasty 💥

  Don’t start shit, Ejiro. It's too late.

The red head felt suddenly cocky.

~ Red 🪨

  That a challenge?

~ Blasty 💥

Warning you, E.

The red head considered his options for less than half a second before rolling away ever so slightly so he could send his partner a more…scandalous photo.

Pointing the camera towards his chest, Ejirou made sure to get his pec in frame once more, only slightly hardened this time, knowing how much the explosive hero loved them- even if he would rather die before admitting to that.

A cheeky smile showed off his sharp teeth and tongue that hung teasingly out from between them. 

He winced at the flash once more, but decided his mission was worth it. Satisfied with himself, he pressed the send button as you stirred beside him. 

~ Red 🪨

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“E…what’re y’doing?” You mumbled. 

“Shit, I’m sorry sweetheart. I was just texting Kats.”

“With flash on?” You grumbled, clearly unhappy with the hero beside you.

“I’m, ah….helping him out?”

“Oh. Can I see?”

~ Blasty 💥

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[norrisainz33]

baller || LN4

summary: lando has a massive crush on one of the wnba’s newest stars and he isn’t afraid to show it

pairing: lando norris x wnba!reader

fc & warnings: nika muhl & suggestive, you are responsible for the content you consume

requested: nope! just trying to get myself back into writing and i love the wnba. will continue with requests soon 🫶🏻

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user1: i’m in love

user2: the most gorgeous girl

jackhughes: looking good

user3: good luck tonight!!!

landonorris: work it girl 😍🤤

maxfewtrell: i knew you’d be here

user5: lando norizz has arrived right on time

user4: when will y/n put lando out of his misery

user6: this vroom vroom man won’t quit

sbird10: making seattle proud y/n!

yourbff: very demure, very mindful, very gorgeous

ynuser: very cutesy

user6: major buckets incoming

user7: fashion ICON

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carlossainz55: since when do you follow basketball……

landonorris: since i met the most beautiful girl in the world at a party and learned she plays professional basketball

carlossainz55: ay dios mio cabron. what party????

landonorris: a party lewis encouraged me to attend in miami. he knows her through modeling or something

carlossainz55: ahh the one party i did not attend! well best of luck to you lando

maxfewtrell: mate i can’t keep defending you

landonorris: you don’t have to defend me 😭

maxfewtrell: do you even know how basketball works?!

landonorris: YES!!!! need i remind you im friends with jimmy butler?! he gave me a crash course

maxfewtrell: well thank god for that

user8: you’re obsessed

user9: i get it lan!! y/n is hot id be thirsting like a freak over her too if i was you

oscarpiastri: has she noticed you yet?

landonorris: besides following me on instagram she has not engaged

oscarpiastri: have you idk….. messaged her???

landonorris: ummm no that would be too much

oscarpiastri: and you hyping up her team on your story and commenting on all of her posts isn’t too much?

landonorris: nope not too much at all

oscarpiastri: 🫠 ok bud

lewishamilton: you’re really trying here huh?

landonorris: 😔 yes

lewishamilton: well it must be your lucky day because she just asked about you

landonorris: WHAT SHE ASKED YOU ABOIT ME?! OHMOGMGOGM

lewishamilton: yes.. she asked if we were going to be spending any time in the US before austin

landonorris: i wasn’t planning on it but if she wants me to i will hop on the first flight

lewishamilton: i told her that i may be and that if she’s curious about you … that she should text you herself 😉

landonorris: i feel faint

user10: love that you’re supporting women’s sports king

user11: you really said i have a crush and it’s now everyone’s problem and i love you for it

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user11: lando you never fail to make the best helmets

quadrant: quadrant on track 🎆

mclarenf1: an iconic helmet for an iconic driver

user12: oh this helmet is so hot

maxfewtrell: ready to cook

user14: is no one going to mention y/n in the likes

ynuser: nice helmet

landonorris: thanks y/n. i made it myself 😉

user14: OMG AHES INTHE COMMWNTS TOO

user15: someone check on lando stat

user16: best day of lando’s life fr

user17: guys we need to be normal about this and be wingmen for lando

user18: so true user17

user18: ynuser lando saves puppies in his free time and was kind enough to lend me his lambo

user19: ynuser lando helped my grandma cross the street!

user22: ynuser lando bought me a house!!

user33: ynuser lando saved a kitten from a burning building!!

maxfewtrell: these comments are killing me 😂

user13: you’re going to win this weekend i just know it

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seattlestorm: gorgeous as always

user9: ugh i’m so obsessed with you

yourbff: how do you manage to make everything look hot

ynuser: you should know bby

landonorris: todays fit is a good fit

ynuser: why thank you lando

landonorris: omg

landonorris: i mean… anything for you y/n

ynuser: anything you say?

landonorris: just about!

ynuser: when are you coming to a game then?

landonorris: i didn’t know i had an invite

ynuser: of course you do!! seeing as that you’re such a big fan and all 😉

landonorris: consider me there

ynuser: you going to invite me to a race?

landonorris: i have a paddock pass with your name on it 😏

ynuser: consider me there

user11: can’t wait to see you cook in the playoffs!!

patriciooward: you gonna come see me or what 🤔

ynuser: i’ll be in the paddock if you will!

patriciooward: HA yes i’ll be there. looking forward to seeing you

user13: f1 and lando brought me here and i have to say im not mad about it

jackhughes: 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

user10: the wnba is lucky to have you!!

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landonorris: quick pit stop to catch the playoffs. the storm are finals bound lfg p1 here they come!

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seattlestorm: it was great to have you join us lando!!

landonorris: thanks for having me!

user14: oh my god it’s happening

maxfewtrell: mate stand up

landonorris: oh i’m up mate don’t even worry

user17: lando taking shooting his shot to the next level

ynuser: thanks for stopping by lanny

landonorris: of course y/n/n, no place i’d rather be

user7: i’m rooting for you guys

user46: you got this lando let’s goooo

user17: she called him lanny im ???

user22: he’s so pretty, she’s so pretty ,, they’re perfect for each other

mclarenf1: we love women’s sports in this house

ynuser: yes we do!!

user33: LETS GO STORM!!!

maxverstappen1: oh did someone get his chance?

landonorris: perhaps

user45: y/nlando truthers unite

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user18: YESSSSSS

user22: i’ve never been so invested in an american sport before

user76: you posting her as if yall together!! you might just be as delusional as me king

oscarpiastri: how is the winning her over going

landonorris: you’d be surprised but i think it’s working!! we’ve gone on 3 dates and talk every day 😭

oscarpiastri: im so proud of you man

mclarenf1: woohooo let’s goooo!!!

maxfewtrell: i thought we agreed you’d post the team photo and not the one of just her

landonorris: she just looked so cute and happy tho

maxfewtrell: but this makes it look like you’re dating

landonorris: i wish we were 😭😭😭

maxfewtrell: i know i know

patriciooward: i put in a good word for you with y/n

landonorris: you are a real one pato

user87: you are a fan girl just like me

user34: the most supportive boyfriend but not boyfriend i’ve ever seen

user19: you’re nothing if not persistent

user77: you posting more about y/n than you do anyone else

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f1gossip: following her first wnba title, y/n was spotted celebrating with friends at a popular nightclub. we received this anonymous intel: “i was in the bathroom and heard a girl loudly talking on her phone. when i realized it was y/n i tried to be chill and not bother her but couldn’t help but over hear her conversation. she said “i wish you were here lando” and “i can’t just fly to mexico to be with you” and “no no no you can’t just fly here right now from mexico” and “ok maybe i could fly to brazil but maybe you should just come here for an extended stay before vegas.” needless to say she was definitely talking to lando and it sounded like they were more than friends!”

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user44: ok hittin us w the invasion of her privacy

user7: oh my god our boy did it - he bagged his baddie

user99: obsessed with him trying to solve her problems and immediately trying to fly to her

user67: hoping if i post really obnoxiously about my celebrity crush they’ll too have no choice but to want me

user1: i can’t believe after the last 5 months of pining he’s actually gotten the girl

user9: i’m not believing nothing until we see if from them

user12: y’all gotta stop speculating about these two

user13: amazing day for annoying people (me)!

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user12: cryptic 🤔

user7: she’s in the paddock 😭😭😭😭

user33: omg shes at the grand prix someone please check on our boy lando

oscarpiastri: was a pleasure meeting you y/n!

ynuser: likewise oscar!! had a great time getting to know you and lily

maxverstappen1: so nice to meet you!! looking forward to you wiping the floor with me when we play that game of padel you promised

ynuser: remember, you told me you’d play basketball with me in exchange!!

maxverstappen1: how could i forget?

user35: adore the fact that max will beg anyone and everyone to play padel with him

user47: i’d love to see max playing basketball 😂

user55: wnba x f1 crossover i never knew i needed

landonorris: hopefully things that happened in vegas can happen outside of vegas too 😉

ynuser: if you play your cards right mr norris 😏

user7: i feel like im interrupting something here

user47: ugh you are always serving so hard in your fits girl

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user17: YOURE ON A DATE!!! WITH Y/N I HOPE

user18: shocked you didn’t tag her mate

maxfewtrell: so you can post a story but not reply to my texts asking how it went??

landonorris: sorry i was busy 😉

maxfewtrell: oh my god.. you sealed the deal?

landonorris: yes i did! say hello to the wnba’s newest wag

maxfewtrell: never doubted you for a second

landonorris: yes you did but it’s ok

ynuser: thank you for a lovely dinner 🤍

landonorris: of course gorgeous 🧡

landonorris: and thanks for giving me a chance 🥹

ynuser: i should be thanking you for your persistence. i’m so glad we met lando

landonorris: likewise y/n/n

user22: i’m screaming and crying and throwing up

carlossainz55: looks like the devotion to basketball is paying off?

landonorris: yes sir it is 😉

user55: queuing that should be me by justin bieber rn

user66: that’s our BOY

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user17: NEVER DOUBTED FOR A SECOND

user6: my bad king , i didn’t realize you had this much game

maxfewtrell: i’m not even allowed to touch your car let alone sit on it

landonorris: yeah well you don’t sit on my face so why would i let you sit on my car [comment has been deleted by user]

user17: WE SAW THAT LANDO

user88: lando you naughty boy omg

oscarpiastri: thank god

landonorris: thanks for sticking with me bestie

user43: couldn’t be happier to see this hard launch

ynuser: we are so hot

landnorris: the hottest

seattlestorm: safe to say that we are formula 1 fans now

user83: i’ve never rooted for a couple more than this one

user92: he got the girl, he got the win, he’s got it all. let’s go lando

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Lost In You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (Mob/Mafia AU)

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: Bucky's been too busy lately and you're missing him badly so you do something to get his attention and it works...

Author's Note: The picture below was too much to handle and gave me Mob feels and I do love writing him with a soft edge, which I hope comes across here. There isn't much back story, lately I can't do much more than focus on the action LOL Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thanks a bunch Daisy!🥰

Warnings: tension, masturbation over the phone (bc where the hell is your man!), soft moments in between the smut

It’s been the longest week of your life. Bucky’s been…busy and you’ve had enough and you’re just about to tell him so when your phone buzzes in your hand.

“Don’t forget what I want tonight. Make sure you eat dinner doll. I’m going to be keeping you up.”

You huff out a small laugh at his text message. He’s been keeping you up all week and while you’d never complain you would like him to be more available.

With slightly shaky hands, you press his name to call him, and wait while it rings once…twice…

“Is everything all right?” he asks immediately.

“James,” you purr. “Are you busy?”

Silence greets you across the line and after several long beats, he clears his throat, quietly.

“Doll,” he says, “you know you shouldn’t be calling me right now unless it’s absolutely necessary. I’m in the middle of something. What do you need?”

His voice is low. Stern and laced with irritation at the interruption.

Your hand slides down your torso, over your belly button and lower, between your spread legs.

“I miss you,” you pout into the phone. “But if you can’t talk I can call back at a better time.”

You can almost imagine the way he leans in, pressing the phone flush to his ear and listening carefully for every sound on the other end of the line.

“No, I’m here now. I miss you too doll.”

Your hand slides up and back, fingers pressing into your skin. You pretend it’s his hand and he’s hovering over you, watching your expression.

“When are you coming home?” you start, your breath catching when you hear him exhale forcefully.

“Doll,” he whispers, and now you know he must be alone in his office, having silently gotten rid of anyone else. His voice has gone hoarse, goading, deep enough that if he were here you can just imagine the way his eyes would darken with intent.

“Why won’t you let me come see you.”

You try to keep your words steady but your fingers are moving faster now, sliding easily over skin that has grown slick with the sound of his voice, the sound of his breath through the phone.

You imagine him behind his large and ornate desk, his jaw tight, his hand clutching himself through his zipper.

Just the thought makes you gasp.

“You’re a distraction,” he hisses, and you moan quietly without meaning to.

“Are you being a distraction right now doll?” he asks.

Your back arches off the pillows, sensation pooling and warming in your thighs, low in your stomach.

“Do you want to hear me?” you ask. “Do you like thinking of me doing this in our bed?”

“Are you…” he growls. “Doll…”

You remember the way he looked at you this morning before he left. You remember how his mouth felt on your neck when he climbed into bed last night.

And then, when you barely whisper, “oh god,” you hear his rumbling groan on the other end and completely fall to pieces under your own hand, pretending it’s his, knowing how much better it will feel when it really is his, later.

Your legs are shaking and you’re crying out into the phone, riding through the wave of heat, slick pleasure sliding across your skin. You say his name, some other things you’re not even sure are coherent but just knowing he’s listening, and it’s all he can do- he can’t touch you or feel you-prolongs your release until you’re spent.

“Doll.”

You blink with a swallow. “Bucky…I…”

“Don’t you dare move,” he warns. “I’m coming home.”

You’ve drifted off waiting for him when the door slams open, the knob hitting the plaster of the wall just on the other side of the bedroom. Startled, you sit up, grasping the sides of his button down and covering yourself as he storms into the bedroom.

“There you are,” he whispers, his voice too low and steady and you know you’re in for it.

He stalks toward you, stopping at the side of the bed and running a hand through his already mussed hair.

“Did you think that was a good idea doll?”

You push up onto your knees, sliding your hands up his chest and into the open buttons at the top by his neck.

“I didn’t know how else to get your attention.”

He closes his eyes, moving his fingers to your jaw, down your neck to push his button down off your shoulders. His hands slide over your breasts before he pulls his hands back, forming tight fists.

“You don’t think you’re the only thing on my mind all day…and night,” he says. “I count the minutes until I can come home to you.”

“But you’ve been gone so much this week. The late nights aren’t enough.”

He leans in and says, “I’ve had a lot of business to attend to and tonight especially.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, as you lean in to meet him, your lips brushing along his neck.

His eyes flutter closed, nostril flaring.

“What do you think it looks like. Me running off?”

With his eyes anchoring yours, and to make his point, he slides a rough hand lower, between your legs, two fingers searching and finding you soaked.

“Who made you this wet?”

You don’t answer, closing your eyes and pushing into his hand before reaching to grip his wrist and fuck his fingers if he won’t move.

He jerks his arm back and pulls his fingers away, reaching to push them into your mouth, pressing your taste onto your tongue. His hand grips your jaw, fingers curled into the hollow of your cheeks to hold your mouth open.

“Answer me.”

“You.” The word is hard to get out around his intrusive fingers, but you manage, and he pulls back, gently rubbing the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip.

“You’re all I think about,” you say as you stare up into his eyes, so intense with desire.

They soften as you continue to hold his gaze. His eyes drop to your lips and his hands spread gently at your waist.

“I don’t care that you’re busy and had to leave. I want you to ignore it.”

His jaw tenses.

“I want you.”

“Doll,” he breathes out before his lips crash over yours, tongue pushing your mouth open, tasting, rolling up against your teeth.

You greedily reach for his shirt, tugging it free of his pants. With shaking fingers, you work each button free and once his smooth, warm torso is exposed, you let out a fevered moan and your hands are frantic across his skin, your fingers catching on the gold chain that rests there.

He growls when you spend too long running your hands up and over his chest, stroking and teasing the line of hair heading down below his belly button and into his pants.

Impatiently, he tugs at the shirt that’s still draped half over your body, pushing his hips forward, and grunting his approval when you quickly unfasten his belt, his zipper and shove his pants down his thighs so you can free his cock.

Oh.

It rests warm and thick against his belly and when you reach for him he’s steel in your hands. You use both to grip him and slide them down his length, dipping your head so you can suck on him with as much hunger as you feel.

He exhales a tight groan as you pump him in your fist and then curls down, capturing your mouth in a brutal, commanding kiss. You pull away, intending to lick him until he comes, but with a growled curse he pushes you back on the bed, kicking off his pants and climbing over you.

With hands flat on your thighs he spreads your legs, leaning forward and roughly thrusting into you. It’s a relief so enormous you moan loudly, never before feeling so full of him. You’re starving and satisfied, wanting him to stay like this forever.

He pulls back and then slams forward, gripping the headboard for leverage and taking you so roughly each thrust forces air from your lungs.

It’s wild and frantic, his body over yours, your legs clamped around his waist.

“I needed to get this deal done tonight,” he hisses, hands gripping your thighs. He pumps hard and fast, sweat trickling down his temple. “Instead, I need to come home and deal with my needy wife.”

His large, rough hands reach for your breasts, and he slides his thumbs across your nipples.

“Please make me come,” you whisper hoarsely. “Please,” you beg. “I’ll be good.”

You know he can’t deny you anything. Not really. He’ll give you everything you want. Always. And that’s exactly what he does when he angles your hips and drops his hand between your legs, pressing a finger to your clit until you feel the rush of warmth along your skin and the tension build deep in your belly.

“Bucky,” you cry out as your pussy tightens around him and your body arches beneath him.

The sight of you so lost in him is too much and he thickens inside you before filling you up, his hips stuttering and slowing.

He carefully pulls out and falls to the bed, wrapping you up in his arms and burying his head in the side of your neck.

“Baby doll,” he murmurs, his lips warm and soft at your skin.

“You’re not leaving again right?” you ask quietly.

His hand slides along your waist to your stomach where he reaches for yours and tangles your fingers together.

“No doll face. I’m not going anywhere.”

He lifts your hand to his lips, kissing your palm and then turning it over to press a kiss to your wedding ring. His mouth moves across your knuckles then to each fingertip and you shiver in his arms.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says again, rocking behind you and pushing his thigh between yours.

You start to move against it, the friction from his hard muscle making you grip his hand tightly. When he feels your wetness coat his skin he purrs into your ear, pushing your body down harder onto his thigh.

And just when you feel yourself nearing the edge he pulls his leg away. You whine out his name but with quick hands he rolls you onto your stomach, spreads your legs, and slides in so deep you gasp.

His groan vibrates across your skin, his lips warm and soft at your neck before he whispers along the shell of your ear, “I need to feel you come around me again.”

[hellobykittys]

sooo i have a idea if you want obvi, i think about Lando's girlfriend who is best friend with the 2 Lilys and not with Alexandra or Francisca and Rebecca? I think these last 3 are like idk antipatic but not antipatic...(Not hate for they, its my personally opinion)

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 ✦ 𝐋𝐍⁴

SUMMARY: You're going to accompany your boyfriend on a racing weekend and you're taking the opportunity to spend time with your friends. NOTES: English is not my first language! I hope I understood this request correctly. PAIRING: Lando Norris x Reader! Girlfriend. WARNING: girls meet and some fluff. WC: 1.6k

MASTERLIST

Y/N wasn’t a constant presence during race weekends. Balancing the demands of college with the travel needed to accompany her boyfriend was a challenge, but she made it a point to be there whenever she could. The Singapore GP was one of those rare occasions where she managed to escape to the paddock and cheer for Lando.

Y/N had been at the McLaren hospitality suite for a few minutes. Lando had to leave her alone to handle some team-related matters, so she settled at a table, trying to pass the time while waiting for him.

“Y/N?” A sweet voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “Why didn’t you tell me you were here already?”

She turned around to see Lily Zneimer, Oscar Piastri’s girlfriend and one of her closest friends. Ever since they met—thanks to their boyfriends’ insistence—their friendship had quickly blossomed. At first, both were too shy to make conversation, but with a little nudge from Lando and Oscar, they discovered just how much they had in common. Since then, their bond had flourished, and they stayed in touch even outside of race weekends, constantly texting and planning meet-ups.

Lily flashed a radiant smile as she walked toward the table where Y/N was sitting.

“Oh, I just got here,” Y/N replied, smiling as she stood up to greet her friend. “I sat down to wait for you and got a little distracted.”

“Should we go find Lils?”

“Lils” was the nickname they gave Lily MuniHe to avoid confusion since the two girls shared the same name.

“Let me just ask where she is,” Y/N said, quickly pulling her phone out of her bag to text Lily MuniHe, while Lily Zneimer chatted enthusiastically.

“Are you feeling good about this weekend?” Lily asked with a hopeful smile.

“Absolutely! I’d love to see a double podium for our boys,” Y/N replied, tucking her phone away after sending the message. “Imagine if one of them wins? It’d be perfect!”

“I think we’ve got a good chance,” Lily said optimistically. “The track suits them, and it’s all going to come down to today’s qualifying.”

“Ah, Lils just replied!” Y/N announced, glancing back at her phone. “She said she’s at the Williams hospitality.”

“Then let’s go find her,” Lily suggested, already grabbing Y/N by the arm. “And after that… we should grab some food. I’m starving!”

The two started walking through the paddock, exchanging laughs and comments about the drivers and the bustling atmosphere around them. Singapore’s heat was relentless, and Y/N was already regretting her choice of a long-sleeved top, even though her outfit looked amazing.

“Fingers crossed the Williams hospitality has strong air conditioning,” Lily remarked, fanning her face with her hand. “If not, I might pass out before we even get to the food stand.”

“Not if Lils convinces us to stay and gossip,” Y/N joked, laughing.

When they arrived at the Williams hospitality, they found Lily MuniHe waiting outside, looking like she was melting in the heat.

“Took you long enough!” Lils exclaimed, pointing dramatically at the sky. “I almost turned into a puddle of sweat out here!”

“That’s because you can’t stay in one place,” Lily Zneimer teased with a playful grin. “You could’ve waited for us inside.”

“Well, now that we’re here, let’s get something to eat!”

“Let’s go!” Y/N said, grabbing both of their arms and leading the way toward the VIP area’s food court.

“I was thinking,” Lils began with a mischievous grin, “why don’t we grab some snacks to try? I saw some really interesting options around here.”

“I love trying savory snacks!” Y/N said enthusiastically, her eyes lighting up. “Let’s get all the flavors.”

“I’ve never been here before,” Zneimer commented, looking around with curiosity. “But I saw some desserts that look amazing.”

They reached the snack kiosk, which was relatively quiet, making it easy to pick their choices. Soon, they sat down at a nearby table with their selections.

“It’s such a shame you two don’t come to races often,” Lils commented, pulling a funny face. “Imagine how much fun we could have if you were here more often!”

“I’d love to be at every race, but college doesn’t make it easy,” Y/N said, with a wistful smile. “Some days, it feels like there’s no time to even breathe!”

“Same here,” Lily Zneimer added, sorting through the snacks she had picked. “Between work and travel, it’s hard to keep up with everything.”

“You’re both so boring!” Lils teased with a mock pout.

“Not everyone is born with the talent for sports like you,” Y/N quipped, raising an eyebrow. “It’d be great if we were pro golfers too, but sadly, I’m just a struggling student.”

“Lucky for me, I’ve got the best of both worlds!” Lils joked, earning laughs from the other two.

The trio continued joking and chatting about silly topics, losing track of time. It was amazing how, despite the chaos of race weekends, they managed to carve out these little moments of fun.

“By the way,” Lils said with a cheeky grin, “what happened to your boyfriend’s hair? I saw him earlier, and it looked like he just rolled out of bed.”

Y/N burst out laughing and rolled her eyes. “I know! He swears it’s ‘casual style,’ but really, he’s just too lazy to use a comb.”

“At least he’s not as careless as Oscar,” Lily Zneimer chimed in, laughing. “I swear he doesn’t even know what a hairdryer is.”

“And he doesn’t care!” Y/N added, raising an eyebrow. “I try to fix it, but he always says, ‘I’m comfortable like this.’ At least he still looks good with messy hair.”

The laughter flowed naturally as the girls joked about their boyfriends’ quirks. Between the pressures of the season and the intensity of race days, these lighthearted moments were crucial to keeping their spirits up.

“Speaking of our boyfriends,” Lily MuniHe said with a mischievous smile, “how about we plan a double-date dinner? What do you think?”

“That would be perfect!” Y/N exclaimed, excitedly. “It’s been ages since we all went out together.”

“I’m in!” Lily Zneimer agreed. “I just need to talk to Osc first.”

“Osc! So cute!” Y/N teased, watching as Lily Zneimer’s cheeks turned pink.

“You can’t tease her!” Lils defended with a laugh. “You’re always calling Lando ‘Lan.’”

“Oh, but ‘Lan’ is adorable!” Y/N replied with a shrug, playfully provoking the two.

The three kept chatting animatedly as they finished their snacks, but the announcement that qualifying was about to begin had them scrambling to get up.

“Time to head back,” Y/N declared, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. “I need to see my boyfriend secure pole position today.”

Lily Zneimer and Lily MuniHe followed her, still laughing and joking as they left the VIP area. The paddock was busier now, with mechanics and engineers rushing around, but the girls’ energy remained light and cheerful.

“So, what’s your prediction for today?” Lily asked, casting a curious look at her friend.

“Easy,” Y/N replied confidently. “Lando on pole and, with a bit of luck, Oscar right behind him.”

“Alright then, but if that happens, Osc and I will pay for the dinner we’ve been planning,” Lily countered, crossing her arms with a playful smile.

“Deal!” Y/N said, laughing. “And I’ll take care of dessert.”

Both girls laughed, sealing the agreement with an exaggeratedly dramatic handshake. As they reached the entrance to the garage, they shared a quick cheek kiss before parting ways to cheer on their respective boyfriends.

As Y/N stepped into the McLaren garage, her eyes immediately found Lando. He was already suited up in his signature orange racing gear, deeply engrossed in a conversation with one of the mechanics. She approached slowly, not wanting to interrupt. The moment the mechanic walked away, Lando noticed her presence and broke into a warm smile.

“Hey, honey! You finally showed up,” he said, his tone light and affectionate. “I was starting to think I’d have to get in the car without my good luck kiss.”

“I was with the girls, just wandering around the paddock,” Y/N explained as she stopped beside him. “But, of course, I wasn’t about to let you head out without seeing you first. By the way, I made a bet with Lily—if you get pole, she’s paying for dinner.”

Lando’s grin widened, clearly pleased with her confidence. He placed his hands gently on her waist, leaning in closer.

“Well then, I guess I’ve got one more reason to give it my all today, don’t I?” he said, his voice full of affection. “I’ll do it for you, my girl.”

Y/N smiled and stood on her tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I know you will,” she said with conviction. “But now you need to focus.”

“Just one more kiss,” Lando pleaded, his playful tone one she knew all too well.

Y/N gave in, brushing her lips against his again. What was meant to be a quick kiss deepened as Lando held her firmly by the waist, prolonging the moment. When they finally pulled apart, she rolled her eyes, trying to sound stern but failing to hide her amusement.

“Lan, you can’t kiss me like that in the middle of the garage!” she scolded, though her voice carried more laughter than seriousness.

“Why not?” he replied, raising an eyebrow. “You’re my girlfriend. I’ve got every right.”

Y/N sighed, shaking her head but with a smile tugging at her lips. “Alright, Mr. Confident. Now go. Show everyone what you’re capable of.”

He grinned from ear to ear, pressing a kiss to her forehead before finally pulling away to get ready.

[rosicheeks]

I hate to see you sad princess. I just bought one of your paintings. I hope this brings a small smile to your beautiful face.

[driverlando]

✧.* BABY PIASTRI

synopsis - in which everyone speculates whether you and Oscar have had your baby or not (Oscar Piastri x Wife/Model!reader)

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yourfan1 HAVE YOU HAD THE BABY???

↳ yourfan2 Right?!? We NEED Confirmation!!!

↳ oscarfan1 you don’t need anything. let them set their own pace

landonorris that smirk tho

↳ yourusername so hot right?

↳ landonorris the hottest

oscarfan2 the anticipation is killing me! is it a boy or a girl?

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oscarpiastri baby mama 🥵

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oscarfan3 she doesn’t look pregnant there 👀

↳ yourfan3 let’s not speculate on a woman’s body thanks

oscarfan4 what’s the baby’s name? 🥰

yourusername I love you!

↳ oscarpiastri I love you more 😘

↳ landonorris stop being so cute im going to throw up

yourfan5 name a prettier woman

↳ yourfan5 that’s right, you can’t

gigihadid pretty girl! 🫶

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oscarpiastri dad life 😎🐥

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oscarfan5 babe wake up, we got confirmation on baby piastri!!

yourfan6 congratulations!! so happy for yall

charles_leclerc seems like a nice life

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↳ yourfan7 y/ns ready for baby number 2 by the looks of it 😂

yourusername also THIS was your idea?

↳ oscarpiastri It did the job right? Everyone knows we’ve had the baby now 😃

↳ oscarfan7 I have a feeling y/n won’t be trusting Oscar with any future announcements anymore 😂

landonorris urm photo creds?

↳ yourusername I should’ve known you’d help him with his plan 😂

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MODEL Y/N AND OSCAR PIASTRI ANNOUNCE BABY ARRIVAL IN HILARIOUS INSTAGRAM POST

The speculation is over! After weeks of swirling rumors and eager fan speculation, F1 sensation Oscar Piastri and supermodel Y/N have joyfully confirmed the arrival of their first child. The couple, known for their playful and private relationship, took to Instagram in true Oscar fashion with a post that left fans both laughing and overjoyed.

In a post that quickly went viral, Oscar Piastri shared a snapshot that epitomizes his unique sense of humor. The photo features Oscar reclining in an ice bath, looking every bit the doting father surrounded by a collection of bright yellow rubber ducks. The cheeky caption read, “Dad life 😎🐥”, a perfect blend of coolness and whimsy that fans have come to expect from the Australian racing star.

The image, posted late last night, immediately sparked a flurry of congratulatory messages from fans and fellow celebrities alike. Followers were quick to point out the cleverness of the reveal, with many applauding the couple’s decision to maintain their privacy while also sharing their joy in such a lighthearted manner.

Y/N, who has been relatively low-key on social media during the pregnancy, reposted the image on her own Instagram story, adding a heart emoji and the simple caption, “Our little duckling 🐥❤️”. The subtle, sweet addition was enough to melt hearts around the globe, cementing the couple’s place as one of the most adored pairs in the celebrity world.

The announcement comes after months of speculation, as eagle-eyed fans had been piecing together clues from Y/N’s and Oscar’s social media posts and public appearances. The couple, who are high school sweethearts and got married last year, have always been somewhat private about their personal lives, often dodging direct questions about their relationship in interviews. Their decision to keep the pregnancy under wraps until now has been met with a mix of curiosity and respect from the public.

The lighthearted and unconventional nature of their announcement has only endeared them further to their followers. “This is peak Oscar,” one fan commented. “Only he would announce becoming a dad with a bunch of rubber ducks. Love it!”

Fellow F1 drivers were also quick to react, with many taking to social media to congratulate their colleague. Lewis Hamilton posted a series of laughing emojis and the comment, “Mate, this is brilliant. Congrats!” Meanwhile, Sergio Pérez shared the post on his story, adding, “Welcome to the club, Oscar! So happy for you and Y/N.”

Y/N’s friends from the modeling world also chimed in with their well-wishes. Supermodel and close friend Gigi Hadid commented, “So happy for you both! Can’t wait to meet the little one 🐣❤️.” Other notable names like Kendall Jenner and Hailey Bieber also left congratulatory messages, highlighting the couple’s wide circle of supportive friends.

While details about the baby’s name and gender remain under wraps, sources close to the couple suggest that both mother and baby are healthy and doing well. It’s been reported that the couple is currently enjoying some much-needed family time away from the public eye, focusing on bonding with their new arrival.

Oscar Piastri’s journey to fatherhood marks another exciting chapter in his already impressive career. The 23-year-old has been making waves in the Formula 1 world, known for his fierce competitiveness and undeniable talent on the track. His personal life, however, has remained a refreshing blend of humor and humility, as evidenced by this recent announcement.

Y/N, who has graced the covers of countless fashion magazines and walked the runways for top designers, has also been balancing her career and personal life with grace and style. The couple’s shared values and mutual support have made them a power duo, both in their professional and personal lives.

As the news continues to spread, fans eagerly await more updates from the couple, hoping for a glimpse into their life as new parents. For now, the iconic ice bath photo with its playful rubber ducks will remain a delightful and heartwarming reminder of this special moment.

In a world often dominated by glitz and glamour, Oscar and Y/N’s announcement is a breath of fresh air, reminding everyone that sometimes, the simplest and silliest moments are the ones that matter the most.

Congratulations to the happy couple on their new adventure into parenthood!

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