#Romantic story

[ji-jii-visha]

CHOOSE YOUR LOVESTORY

This is a little choice based fun game that I wanted to try. All you have to do is to choose the picture, make your choice and go on with the story. Tell me the results that you get in the end. ❤️

The stories are from the perspective of a heterosexual female who lives in North India.

Choose a home.

Home 1 Home 2 Home 3

(Please keep in mind that I'm nothing but a science student who loves desi aesthetic and please find it in yourself to pardon my historical inaccuracies if you find them, or text me in my inbox to share what i got wrong and what i can get right.)

I'll be sharing this story in a few parts scheduled at different days so hopefully you'll follow through and will like it. ❤️

[maysshortmoviereviews]

Nobody Wants This (2024 - )

An agnostic sex podcaster and a newly single rabbi fall in love; discovering if their relationship survive their wildly different lives and meddling families.

This is such a delightful, sweet, feel-good, and funny show that I highly recommend to everyone. It's totally worth your time. Great comedy, charming and likeable characters, and yes, the Hot Rabbi is really wonderful!

[prfm-multiverse]

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[sweet-fox-mari]

And in you I find that solace, that's evaded me my entire life. In you I find that something, that was never quite there before. I've tried to force it with others but, as it turns out, you can't. And only in finding it, effortlessly, here, have I realized I never should have wanted to force it in the first place.

[erisxdrifter]

At Home

  "Hey, Moondust," the Drifter murmured softly as he came up behind her.

  Eris turned her head to meet his eyes, a small smile flitting across her lips.

  "Germaine."

  He came up behind her, wrapping his weary arms around her waist and pulling them close.

  "How was your day?" He asked quietly in her ear.

  "Uneventful, to say the least." Eris replied, looking up at the stars. "And yours?"

  "Pretty tiring, to say the least." He chuckled dryly, pulling her closer. "But it's a lot better now... mm- you smell awfully nice, Moondust," he sniffed at the side of her neck. "You put somethin' on?"

  "No, nothing out of the usual." Eris replied, tilting her head up and giving him more skin to press his face against.

  "Huh, that's odd." The Drifter replied, his warm breath falling softly on her throat. "You smell amazing... Guess I just missed you that much, huh?"

  "I suppose so," Eris replied with a smile as the Drifter began pressing his warm lips against her cool skin, causing her to laugh as his beard tickled against her.

  After a moment the Drifter took his face away from her neck, and in half a second he was in front of her, pulling them close enough that their bodies were pressed against each other. He opened his mouth to speak, but before any words could escape, Eris's face was against his, lips to his, mouth on his own.

  Eris pulled away swiftly to study the Drifter's expression, only to be pulled back into his beckoning lips a moment later. They kissed slow, long, soft, not realizing as the minutes passed them by. They wrapped their arms around each other, pulling one another further into each other's loving grasp.

  By the end they were both clinging to each other, breathing hard as they stared into one another's eyes, cheeks and lips flushed and red.

  The Drifter once again opened his mouth to speak, but stopped before any words could come out. Instead he smiled and grabbed Eris by both sides of her face, drawing her in until their lips were conjoined. They kissed unhesitatingly, drawing it out and enjoying each and every single moment their lips were touching.

  They finally pulled away, faces flushed from the profundity of their countinual and unabating love making. They smiled blissfully, Eris's eyes glowing green and bright, the Drifter's own sparkling with warm joy. Eris proceeded to slip her hands into the Drifter's coat, pulling them closer, their noses gently bumping into one another in the process. The Drifter smirked, tightening his grip around her.

  "I love you, Moondust. You know that?"

  "I dearly hope I know, otherwise that would make our previous actions quiet questionable, Rat." Eris countered in a soft steady voice.

  The Drifter chuckled. "Yeah, you got a point."

  "Do you know that I love you?" Eris questioned further.

  "Yeah," the Drifter replied. "Oh, hell yeah, I do."

  He pulled her right back into his lips, kissing her long and sweet as she joyously returned the gesture.

  They proceeded that way for some time, basking in the warm rays of their love through the dark clouds of unsurity and danger that surrounded them. For once, they were both truly happy, at ease, relaxed. They felt safe. Safe in the warmth of the comforting confinement of one another's love, their mouths converged, their bodies close. Finally, they felt at home.

[heyimanonboy]

The Canvas of a Life

Arthur had painted many walls, rooms, and portraits, but never had he encountered a house quite like the one on Laurel Hill. It was an imposing mansion, perched on the edge of the city like a forgotten relic of an era long past. The client, Mrs. Eleanor Gray, had requested a portrait of herself for a grand room on the second floor, and Arthur, though unaccustomed to such wealth, was eager to complete the job.

When he arrived, the house was silent, the air heavy with the scent of polished wood and aging antiques. Mrs. Gray greeted him with a soft smile, her alabaster skin barely touched by the sun. She was beautiful, but there was something elusive about her, like a fading memory she couldn’t quite recall.

"I hope you don’t mind the silence," she said with a slight chuckle as they ascended to the room where the portrait would hang. "I’ve grown accustomed to it."

Arthur nodded, setting down his supplies. As he worked, Mrs. Gray would sit by the window, gazing out at the sprawling garden. She often spoke in quiet, fragmented sentences—describing the places she had visited, the people she had known, but there was always an underlying loneliness in her voice. A loneliness that Arthur couldn't help but notice.

In the weeks that followed, he returned regularly, and though the portrait was his main task, their conversations began to drift into the realm of personal truths. Eleanor shared stories of a marriage long over, of children who had grown and moved away, of a life spent in the pursuit of things that had left her empty. Her eyes, once bright with the promise of youth, now held a distant sadness.

One evening, after the sun had set and the house was draped in shadows, their conversation took a more intimate turn. Arthur, who had always admired Eleanor from afar, found himself drawn closer. His hand brushed against hers, an accidental touch that lingered. She didn’t pull away.

Their first kiss was hesitant, but the warmth of it quickly deepened into something more. A quiet, fleeting affair began—a connection neither of them had expected, but one that filled the hollow spaces of their lives. Arthur, in turn, found that Eleanor’s company, her whispered words in the dead of night, made him feel more alive than he had in years.

But one day, when Arthur arrived at the mansion for their usual rendezvous, he found the door ajar. He knocked, but there was no answer. He called out, but only the echo of his own voice greeted him. Inside, the house was empty, save for a note resting on the grand piano. It was brief, written in Eleanor's neat hand.

"Arthur," it read, "Thank you for showing me how to live. I have gone to find the life I’ve never known."

The words struck him like a cold gust of wind. He searched the house, every room, every corner, but she was gone. He asked around the town, visited her favorite spots, but no one had seen her in days. It was as if she had simply vanished into the world, leaving nothing behind but the echoes of their time together.

In the weeks that followed, Arthur tried to forget, to move on, but Eleanor’s absence haunted him. He returned to the portrait—a painting that now seemed to capture not just her likeness, but a piece of her soul. He realized then that she had given him something he hadn’t even known he was searching for—a glimpse of a life beyond the surface, a life full of passion, loss, and meaning.

And in the quiet of the studio, staring at her painted smile, Arthur understood. He wasn’t the only one who had been changed. Eleanor had found something too—something he had never been able to give her. Freedom.

[daddyhowl07]

Quick sketch of a girl from my new story

Her name is Luisa. She's a bastard of Sun-Algo's Court.

She'll be a romantic interest of one man, but in the end...

[doedoeboo]

Concussion

I am confused

I am a 20 year old, dating a 36 year old man. Long Distance

After I came back from Germany I don’t know with certainty if I’ve been truly myself or just a waterfall of an emotional consequence after the collapse of my last home. 

Could such a short 2 year - every day relationship with a boy have left such a big incurable scar in my soul? I’m aware that it wasn’t all just my fault. It was both, inexperienced teens that met when we were 17 and 20, and grew to be 18 and 22…23? I left before he turned 23..

It was a home, definitely not perfect, but it was the first time I actually had a home of my own. Some people in my family criticize this feeling I’ve just mentioned.

“You talk as if you never had no Family” “You are not truly seeing the worth of what we always gave you”

But let me explain myself here. I do have a big family in the country I was born and grew up in. A family full of powerful women, lovely and with natural mistakes (I’m including myself) as any other human being. I was the youngest, the only one daughter my mom has had, who everyone turned to protect, cherish, and inspire. Their lives were busy and they gave me everything I ever wanted. 

When I met Mat Maglica ( Cepin, Croatia) tho, It was at the time I was starting to create my own life and had the delight to experience those first steps with him. Multiple small towns witnessed us, big towns, parks, stores, restaurants, his room that became our home during the first year, and later the itty bitty apartment we lived in. They saw us smile and cry, some people looked at this eye-catching international young love that got buried in the darkness and depression of a decaying European town…and in their own frustration. 

I will never forget the first time I saw him in real life nor the last time I did. It’s been a year and I still live through this sort of PTSD where I picture us walking down the streets of Bremen, in the middle of the rain either going home or heading to an already visited store. Sometimes I relive the loneliness of getting to a remote Bahnhof (Like Syke at night) at around 7pm or 9pm during Fall or Winter, when the sky had already turned Black. We’d get home..messy tiny home with (im convinced) the residing pain of all the people that had been there before us. 

Going back to what I was saying before. I will never forget the first time I saw him. 

I had arrived to the front of the building I was gonna live in in Metzingen, The Outlet City.  

I will not give too much detail about where I come from and how I got to this point of the story, or at least not right now. I would like you reader to picture this short, cinnamon skin, dark haired girl, previously educated in a fancy highschool, totally excited to see the boy she had been texting for the last two weeks and a bit more. So, I was there. 

Don’t remember exactly if I let him know over text I had arrived earlier with my family. He said he’d let the Landladies know and would go to throw away the trash. 

A very tall boy opens the main door of the building. Tall and not properly dressed for winter at that time (January 2022). Soft skin, sweetest face and hair, big hands. I must apologize for the amount of description I grant. I refuse to forget what I’ve lived, good or bad. 

We saw each other and were sooo nervous. I approached him and he ended up giving me his hand as a “Hello” hahah. I said “..H-..hi”. Hell nervous, my english was not as fast at the time. I could talk Non-stop about this love. I never imagined how much we would grow together. What it means for two kids at the time 17 and 20 to live day a day together and one day had to go different ways. I mean, it happens. 

It happens to adults all the time. However, I have this belief that..when you are in such transition from childhood to young adulthood it is significantly different. 

The last day I saw Mat I was 18, near to be 19 and he was 22, near to be 23. My plans had changed so much in comparison to what I ever imagined before even getting to germany. My plans failed. I failed myself, the huge lack of consistency and love I had for the german language. I am not sure if I wasn’t meant to make it there..or It was purely my fault. I wanted Mat, I didn’t want germany. To be with Mat was to understand and embrace germany and naturally the german language. But I could not. On the 3rd of January at 4am we headed to the airport…for me to go “back to my country and start college as I wanted” and later reunite with the person I adored as my family member…Mat. Even though I say I adored him, I have to share that our love had decayed. He became like my younger brother that I was protecting all the time and excusing. Mat didn’t desire me anymore, I had become an annoying mother who stranded him to a remote badly connected town…Added the fact that on a Tuesday afternoon I craved the attention of another man because mine didn’t seem to care anymore and..I texted someone else I didn’t even know. 

This man and I never had anything. But I will not proudly confess..that was cheating. Mat found out and…the mass of issues we had before then, were boosted by this huge mistake of my mine.

When I left Germany we weren’t the same. I wasn’t the same anymore. Mat was left heartbroken in a little remote badly connected town with no aspirations nor younger people or fun places around. Just a cold tiny sad apartment, where once we were struggling together…and now was just him struggling with himself. 

Mat and I hugged before I left. 

He said “I will not make the same mistake as I once did, give me a proper hug” 

“I will see you in July…” I hugged him. I remember the sense of the fabric of his favorite jacket. I saw his torso…and finally saw him going downstairs leaving the airport to never be seen again. At least not by me ever again..

I carry that pain in my chest. I didn’t know at the moment but subconsciously..little did I know I wasn’t ever gonna see him again. I gave up at that moment. Had lost my home forever. I left most of my things there. 

9th of January 2024 Mat and I broke up. 

Lost in my old teenage bedroom in my home country, I met another Boy Online. I wanted a new home. 

This boy made it seem like he had built the perfect princess castle for me after 10 seconds of knowing me. He was working as a cop in the States, Salt Lake City, Utah. William Green. A monster dressed as a sheep. 

Silly face, Tall boy from a Mormon family. 

[lunaxmar]

Laying in Bed Together ❤️

Fem!reader, gender neutral lover/partner

1,436 words of smut and romance ❤️‍🔥

Genre: Smut, romance, a bit of fluff here and there

Warnings: smut, sub/dom dynamic, fingering, kissing, “master”, orgasm, permission to orgasm, clit play, finger play

A/N: this is my first time writing anything smutty but I like how it turned out and I hope you do too!!

(This could be read as a self-insert or OC story!! The love interest in this short story is gender neutral so you could imagine them however you would like!)

“The rain softly hit the roof as the last of the daylight began to disappear. It was sundown and the dark of the night was quickly approaching. The room was slowly dimming into darkness as we laid with each other. My left leg laid on top of their legs as their hand remained gently laid on my butt. Their other hand was on my back, their touch firm yet gentle. My left hand remained on their chest as my right arm remained laid out on the bed behind them. I occasionally lifted my right hand to touch and caress their hair. 

Although they were fully clothed, I was nearly bare. My skirt laid on the floor by our bed, my ass and thighs covered only by a pair of underwear and black thigh-high socks. The straps of my red long-sleeved top were pulled down to reveal my breasts. My chest and ass were in plain view for them. I enjoyed showing them my body. I reveled in the fact that they not only loved me, but loved my beauty. It was like they couldn’t get enough of my body or my touch. I also knew that they reveled in the fact that they were the only one that got to see me or touch me like that. They loved that I was theirs and theirs only to savor. I felt their chest rise and fall against my touch.

I smiled as I watched them close their eyes and lean their face closer to mine. They slowly opened their eyes and frowned at me when they realized I hadn’t leaned in as well. I stared into their beautiful, lovesick eyes with a soft smile. 

“I would love to kiss you, my love, but…I need something first.”, I whispered in a flirty voice.

“Anything…what do you need?”, they replied immediately, as if on instinct. 

I loved how kind and gentle they were. They always made sure to make me feel happy and loved. All I wanted was to give them that same happiness and love. Yet, I must admit, I enjoyed teasing them.

With a sweet smile, I placed my hand over theirs as it laid on my ass. I slowly took their hand in mine and lowered it until their fingers reached my center. I watched as their eyes widened and their cheeks turned red. I let go of their hand, placing mine on their forearm as their fingers remained on my center. My underwear was the one thing separating their fingers from fully touching my sex.

“Are you sure, honey?”, they asked in a gentle voice. 

I could tell by that awe-struck look in their eyes that they felt excited. That made me so happy.

I nodded and smiled at them, feeling heat rise in my body. They slowly pulled on my underwear until it shifted to the side of my sex. They began to touch me, placing their index and middle fingers against my clit. As their fingertips circled my sensitive bud, I let out a soft whimper. I leaned into them, wrapping my arms around their neck. I looked up at them and saw them smiling down at me with those soft puppy eyes. They slowly increased the speed of their fingers as their touch circled my clit. 

“I wanna make you the happiest, my love. I want you to enjoy yourself and feel amazing. I’m glad to be the only one to bring you this feeling. The only one bringing you to the edge.”, they whispered softly into my ear as I moaned and whimpered.

Their surprisingly brazen words combined with the feeling of their fingertips on my clit caused the heat in my body to rise. My legs trembled as I covered my mouth to keep my moans and whimpers in. That heavenly, euphoric feeling in my center made nearly everything else in the world disappear. Everything except for the one bringing me that pleasure. Suddenly, I heard a light chuckle.

“Wow, you must be getting close, honey. You’re already so wet, and your legs won’t stop shaking. But just remember…” Their voice dropped to a soft whisper as they leaned into my ear once again.

“You don’t finish until I say so.”

My eyes widened as I stared up at them. They were smiling down at me, but I could tell they meant it.

“Don’t worry, I promise I will give you what you want. You’ll just have to wait a little longer. And don’t cover your mouth anymore. I want to hear all the cute sounds that I can draw out of you.”, they spoke in a soft, yet firm voice.

I released my hand from my mouth, touching their chest once again. I continued to moan and whimper, only getting louder as the pleasure in my center grew. 

“F-fuck…I’m…I’m so close!”, I whispered in a trembling, aroused voice.

“Sh, it’s okay, honey. I know. Just relax. Just let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good.”

They looked down at me with a sweet smile, although that look in their eyes seemed nearly hungry. Then, I felt their middle finger slowly enter my vagina until the full length of their finger remained inside of me. I felt my vagina wells squeeze around their finger as the heavenly bliss in my center grew stronger. Pleasure raced through my body as I moaned and whimpered, burying my face into their neck. I felt the heat rise in my chest as they began to move their finger, slowly pulling it back and then pushing it inside of me. Their palm against my clit only heightened my pleasure to another level.

“Your insides are so warm. I love it. It’s amazing!”, they whispered with a laugh.

I pulled my head back to look at them and saw their blushing face smiling down at me. I smiled at them, laying my head against the pillow as they continued to finger me.

“Hey, keep your pretty eyes on me, okay? I wanna see your face when I make you cum.”, they whispered in a firm voice. 

“Y-yes…Whatever you say.”, I whimpered in a soft voice as I stared into their hungry eyes.

I felt their finger increase in speed. I let out another moan as I felt the pleasure build up in my center. 

As their finger rammed into me over and over, they spoke to me in a firm tone.

“Ask me for what you want. And say Master.”

“M-master…”, I spoke in a trembling voice. “Please make me cum, master!”

My Master smiled down at me, a sickly sweet look in their eyes as they listened to my words.

“Of course, my love. Anything for you.”

Their finger continued to penetrate my vagina as the palm remained atop of my clitoris. I whimpered as I stared at them, feeling the heat in my body grow and the euphoric pleasure between my legs build up more and more. As I felt the pleasure in my sex grow close to a climax, I clutched their forearm and gazed into their eyes. Suddenly, they leaned closer to my face until their lips met mine. They kissed me until my lips parted and our tongues touched. The warmth of their mouth and the sweetness of the kiss finally brought me to the edge. 

I whimpered into their mouth as I arched my back. Waves of pleasure coursed through my body as my eyes fluttered open and rolled to the back of my skull. The walls of my vagina squeezed and pulsed around their finger as I rode out the waves of euphoria. As I felt the last waves leave my body, I laid my head against the pillow and began to pant softly. I closed my eyes as I smiled in satisfaction.

“Thank you…Thank you so much!”, I whispered softly.

“It was truly my pleasure.”, they whispered in a smooth voice before gently pressing their lips against mine once again. 

Although my eyes were closed, I could feel them watching me as exhaustion slowly took over my body. I felt happy knowing they were there with me. Looking after me. Loving me.

“I love you.”, I whispered gently.

“I love you, too.”, they whispered back, touching a strand of my hair.

I smiled at their words. They laid down on the bed next to me and gently pulled me into their arms. My head laid on their chest as they stroked my hair. Their other arm was wrapped around my back. My smile never left my face as I fell asleep in their arms.”

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[lune-de-miel-au-paradis]

Collision

Summary: Maul and Nina have their first fight. Both of their lack of communication and trust issues show up. It’s long and heated. 

Pairing: Darth Maul x OC Nina Cerasus

Warnings: Mention of wounds, medication, anxiety, mutual pining, miscommunication, idiots in love, angst (Let me know if I left out something.) Minors DNI! Every sentence in italics is an inner monologue.

AN: This fic means a lot to me and I worked on it a lot. If you have any advice or comments, please share them with me kindly. I'm posting for the first time in years and I don't want nasty comments to discourage me from posting again. Remember it’s a slow burn! If you don't like it, please go to another blog. I did my best to translate it, so pls forgive me, English is not my first language.

Please enjoy reading!

previous chapter

divider by the lovely Saradika

“Get out of my head if you can’t face me in person!”

Maul heard her firm words toward him. She didn’t even turn, just stared at the landscape.

Earlier that day Maul was meditating by the lake, deeply hidden in the forest of Naboo. 

Rays of sunlight danced warmly on his tattooed chest. This time, thanks to the pleasant weather, he only wore his black pants.

Being in nature meant that one of the purest manifestations of the Force could be felt more strongly and unobtrusively. He could feel it in the soft grassy ground, the gentle trickle of the water, the leaves of the trees and all the living things that were nearby, whether in the lake or in the sky. He could sense the mossy smell of approaching summer in the air.

The Force hummed around Maul, which helped him go deeper in his meditation, helped him concentrate and see and feel everything more clearly. It was as if he saw everything he wanted to see through a crystal mirror.

Zabrak was preoccupied with so many things. His mind was filled with questions that he knew he could not address to his Master. Most revolved around a young woman with particularly green eyes.

The appearance of Nina in the last few days caused a serious disturbance in the relationship that bound Maul to the Force. 

It felt like taking a wrong turn off his path, a misstep from his goal. 

For once, he didn't understand the path he was on, he saw the final outcome towards the big Greatness only as a very uncertainty. 

He had been sitting upright, eyes closed, motionless since coming from the hospital. From the outside, he looked like a statue. A fearsome warrior stuck and frozen in time. Awaiting the adequate moment of awakening, the command to act, spilling filthy Jedi blood.

In his mind, he held the fragments of memories stolen from Nina like pieces of a puzzle. He tried to match and interpret them chronologically. He knew exactly what he was searching for. A presence of his Master. For that unmistakable characteristic, immense kind of darkness. It’s so intense he sometimes even tastes it on his tounge.

He found himself disappointed. Nina was not in contact with his Master, or at least not in these bit’s he could see in her mind. That's why he continued to look at the memory fragments continuously. Scrutinizing every moment. Childhood memories filled with light, music and stars. There weren't many of those. He saw fingers on piano keys, on a telescope, among holobooks. He sensed the smells of paint and sweet cherry. A colorful scarf, a woman's laugh, a gentle caress. Neon lights, bitter taste of alcohol and dancing in bars. Smiling girl with pink hair. An older lady sits with tea in her hand, her face tired but peaceful.

These were followed by memorial images that were imbued with grief and sorrow. A little girl clings to a man -but Maul see this one quite blurry- 

"Don't go! Stay! We need you!" cried the little girl. The man just shook the little girl off him. "This will be the best my little Comet." 

The visions then became vivid of a woman lying on a bed, pale and obviously ill. He felt a strong hand gripping the arm of the little girl he had just seen, albeit already older. "I'm not ready to leave yet! I don't want to leave you my little Star!" 

Maul could feel the fear and panic emanating from the little girl. She was traumatized and understandably horrified by the woman's death, since she was too young to see and understand the occurrence of another death.

Other memories were not particularly significant. 

He noticed a pattern. After each bad memory the next one was more and more vague, confusing and short. He concentrated and with the Force guidance he manipulated them to see them in his mind over and over again, like a holofilm with big breaks. Every rift was dark, filled with anger and grief. He probably accessed and stole some of Nina’s deeply repressed memories. 

He also saw fragments of today's event, her mind showed him. He felt Nina's fear, but her firm resistance when she was attacked today in the city. He saw the attacking Clawdite's face. He saw another man, a man with forest green eyes. He looked at Nina with angry and deep hatred. Who could he be? What if his Master made some sort of deal with the young woman but erased his presence to hide it from Maul? Maul learned a long time ago that he can't be suspicious or careless enough when it comes to his Master’s mind games. 

Pondering the memories didn't solve anything or answer Maul's further questions. He needed to know more. He was sure that there was some significance to their meeting. He felt conflicted. 

He formed a plan. When the starry night reclaimed its territory above the daylight, he dressed and left the lake and the old villa behind. He knew the location of her apartment downtown, but something told him deep inside that he didn't have to go that far for Nina. So Maul decided to rely on the Force, which would lead him to the young woman eventually.

He barely reached the edge of the forest when he saw her. In the darkness, he watched her carefully from among the trees, like a shadow.

Maul didn’t know the answer why but seeing Nina being hurt and vulnerable angered him, made his breathing hard, his hands were both forming thigh fists on his sides. He saw her small form facing him with her back.

Her hair was still a bit damp from an earlier shower, her braid slightly sticking to the back of her a loose knit sweater that evoked the colors of the dawn. Under the sweater her dress was green.

He was so close he could hear her heart breathing which was slow, slower than a normal human heart should beat. Her scent filled his nostrils. Cherry, almonds and mint tea. This time it was more fresh and it mixed with the sweetness of the milla flowers that bloomed at night on Naboo. He closed his eyes, he memorized her nosie, just being and breathing quietly. He liked it. The sound of her existence made him feel light in a way. As if despite all the bad things that happened in the universe, her existence was the only good thing. As suspicious as she made him, Maul had to admit that she still had a peaceful effect on him. He felt an unfamiliar warmth, which was not anger, it was soft.

This kind of feeling of lightness surrounded him, and weighed on his soul. He felt it since they both shook hands a few nights earlier. Then the Force infused this warmth, this lightness, into Maul's being through her touch. This, among others, piqued his interest. That it was the Force or Nina herself? What is the purpose of this? And why right now, before the Great Plan is starting its steps set into motion? If it’s the Force is it prue or is it manipulated by his Master?

He had so much to lose, and he was not ready to fail. He needed more information, and quickly before this wave of new emotions washed over him and made a damage that will be incapable of improving by him.

He needed to dig deeper in her mind, search for more information that’ll answer this feeling he has, and take it.

If he wants to get what he needs to make sense for this whole situation, he has to be ruthless. Yes, he was too weak, too compassionate last time with her. How pathetic of him, that he let Nina get under his skin even for a pathetic minute. To let her be a wedge between him and his revenge, and him and between his destiny: power and greatness. Maul would have chosen these, and sacrificed everything for these without second guessing until now..... 

Why would Nina have an intention with him if this is not a test? What could he offer other than serving his Master's Great Plan? Nina does not fit into this goal, to his life. Yet he wants to be with her. What a conflicting situation…

He was there again. She felt him before she saw him.

He was there. Calm, Collected and powerful energy surrounded the air.

She waited to fill her lungs with the fresh night air, then she spoke, her back still facing him. She wiped her face with the sleeve of her sweater, she didn't even notice she was crying. The moon phases tattooed on her back were slightly visible to him.

She felt something in her mind, barely noticeable, shadowy dark hands with clawed ends tried to reach into her thoughts. They were so careful that Nina almost failed to recognize the strange sensation.

“Get out of my head if you can’t face me in person!” she ordered the darkness. 

He didn’t answer, instead she heard his barely audible soft footsteps coming closer. 

“One is a coincidence, twice is a pattern. What should we call the third occasion?” she said and plucked off a cluster of fragrant jasmine, elegantly lifting it to her nose, inhaling its sweet scent, then fiddling with the flowers in her hands.

First the Pantheon club, then her favorite place by the lake, and now the garden that extends towards the forest and becomes one with the backyard of her home. She wasn’t sure if the hospital visit was real or a vivid fever dream.

“Fate.” His voice was velvety like a lover's touch.

He stepped next to her and began to admire the dawn, whose colorful lights slowly brightened from the obsidian dark night, but even the first rays licked their silhouette warmly. She chuckled softly and turned to Maul, leaning her hips against one of the rock walls.

"You might be able to convince me of coincidences, but you'll never convince me that you believe in fate. It's an ideal for dreamers and romantics. Something says you're not one to be one of them, Maul."

“You’re injured..” Instead of an answer, he just said this, referring to the bandage on the girl's hairline and the bruises on her body.

The deep, rich voice brushed over her skin like a dark whisper, followed by a shiver that meant equal parts of waring and pleasure. She recognized it immediately; she heard it only two times in her life, but it was enough to etch itself into her memories. It was unforgettable, just like the owner of it. 

“You have a talent to turn every question into an observation.” 

“Who did this to you?” he asked, faceing her, his glooming irises searching for her green ones.

“So you were worried about me then?” she asked in a teasing playful tone.

It was not a worry he felt, because there was no bond nor fondness. He felt some sort of curiosity mixed with lust and a little amount of amusement for her. The Force tried to tell him something he yet could not understand, that was the part that made him curious. The problem was that she was not immune to the touch of darkness. So he couldn’t know her without being familiar with her acts and the way she uses truth and information.

“I’m merely curious.”

“Let’s just say this attack was a response to my bold move. The consequences of my decisions.” she shrugged her shoulders.

“Why did all of her answers have to be so nonsensical, yet suggestive at the same time?” he thought.

Maul started to lose his patience toward this situation and toward Nina he wanted answers, and he wanted them now. 

“Why did that man want you to quit? Who is he? And why did you get attacked after talking with him?” he asked in a demanding tone. 

Maul towered over Nina like a hungry sinister shadow, dressed in black to the feet, scrutinizing the young woman's movements and the micro-mimics of her words from under his hood.

“What? How did you..?  Were you spying on me?!” Nina's voice dripped with surprise and Maul could feel the distrust in her with a hint of fear. This filled him with satisfaction.

Nina’s posture shifted, she didn’t step back, she stretched and straightened her spine and shoulders, looking like a cobra before biting.

"I thought you made it clear in our first conversation that you weren't some sort of stalker."

"I am waiting for my question to be answered." Maul said.

The condescending style of tone irritated Nina. Jade eyes were searching for him. She tossed the jasmine branch away. She let it fall down into the depths towards the waterfalls that surrounded her planet. She touched the upper side of her arm, where the fall of the sweater allowed her shoulders and upper arms to be seen. It still had the four horizontal and one vertical mark on her pale flesh. Her dad's hand print.

Maul held out his gloved hand. Nina controlled her first reaction to pull away, inhaled as his fingers tingled over her skin. Baerly and almost gently ran over the bruise. She had goosebumps.

"What do you want from me?" she breathed out the question.

Maybe even Maul himself didn't know exactly.

“Everything”-He thought -“I want everything.”

Instead he said this, pulling back his hand.

“Answers. But if it brings you comfort, if I wanted to kill you I would, on our first meeting.”

“Then ask.”

So he did. 

“Do you know my Master?”

“No. Maybe. What is his name?”

Already with the first question, they entered dangerous territory. Nina souldn't even know about Maul's existence let alone his Master’s. She is always so twisted with her words. Maul has to reframe his questions to get the answer implicitly but clearly.

"Did someone pay you to be there that night at the club? And later in the woods."

"No." she answered firmly but raising her eyebrows questioningly.

"So they blackmailed you? They instructed you? Maybe in a message or in person."

"What? No! YOU were the one who came to me that night in case your memory fails you." Nina stepped closer. “ Are you in any kind of trouble?"

"Answer the question!"

"I already did."

"Why don't I believe you then?

“That sounds like a YOU problem.” 

Maul looked at her with such a sternness that it seemed to Nina that the quiet darkness surrounding him was taking physical form. She inhaled and exhaled a long breath.

“So, if I understand  you correctly, you think that I have some sort of ulterior motive toward you? Except, that I find you attractive?”

Maul just stared at her with piercing golden eyes. She read them easily.

“You imply that not only am I some sort of threat but I am a liar too?”

“That’s not what I’m saying. You twist my words.”

“Well, it jolly well sure sounds like it!” she was angry, he could tell. 

Anger was good, familiar. He could work with that. It was a familiar field, an emotion he could cope with.That he could provoke and manipulate just as he pleased.

“Is this an interrogation? Should I call my lawyer? ” she mused.

“Who was that man who sent you to hospital?” he pushed further.

"This is absolutely none of your business! He is nobody.”

Maul stepped closer, intimidation pouring into the young woman's aura. He can't leave room to dodge. He has to take advantage of the opportunity while Nina is still so vulnerable. He lifted her chin with his index finger. 

“That's a lie. Why do you lie, Starlight?

That name again. That voice!

Maul's voice affected her like a seductive melody, menacing yet veiled in the air between them. Endless wild night, darkness and the promise of freedom mixed with violence. Maul was like the dawn around them, a wild and vivid red beam of light penetrating the calm colors of the night. Orange, purple, rich colors of crimson. Nina never knew she had a voice kink. Now he unlocked this in her.

Her heart fluttered. She didn't welcome the feeling in her chest. She needed space but also yearned for the warmth of his darkness. She felt the butterflies flutter inside her. She needed something to distract herself. She needed space as well as distance.

“You are observing me too closely! I’m not a little bug in your palm!” she pushed his hand away.

“Why are you making this much effort to avoid the question? Are you afraid, Starlight? It's a natural emotion, but it makes you seem like a coward.”

He stepped on thin ice of her patience. 

“You call me a coward?! Funny. If the Force using path doesn’t work out, you should be a comedian!” she laughed dryly. “I'm not sure what exactly you want from me to answer. But I have this feeling that no matter what I say, it’ll never go through your thick skull. You already decided about me. Let’s negotiate then. What is it you except from me?”

“I want your confession.”

“A confession? About what? I didn't do anything!” 

“A confession about me. What did you do to me? Why are you holding me back from my path?” he thought silently.

“I know there was a reason behind today's incident. I know you have something planned. I’m interested in who is involved in this case? What is your goal?"

"Stars above! Felix hired you? It's him, isn't it? I succeeded, I found something and now he's afraid. How much did he pay you to get close to me?"

Nina's gaze was surprised and enlightened, her green eyes glittered triumphantly. She surprised Maul with this question. He had to admit, the young woman proved to be a really good negotiator. She had this gift which she apparently used well.

He did not expect such a turn. Or is she just trying to confuse him?

“I was clearly wrong about you.” he said, implying that he thought she was a weak outsider, a beautiful but ordinary person on this planet. 

“It's okay, most people are. They underestimate what I'm capable of.” She held eye contact. 

Realization hit him. Nina won't say anything on her own. But she was clearly hiding something. The time for asking and answering questions has ended. This time, the Force is needed. Maul was annoyed, she was convoluted with her answers and his patience was running out. He was amazed that it had been this far at all.

He stepped closer until Nina was trapped between him and the stone wall. Nina looked back, the stone wall was up to her waist, behind her was only the dark abyss and night, the stars had already started to speckle the sky, the crescents of the moon provided enough light for her to see the male clearly. 

Damn those eyes! she cursed them. She had to force herself to look away. They were so captivating. So pretty. How could she not get hypnotized by them? 

The stone wall separated her from falling down into the chasm, the place where a few nearby waterfalls cascaded. She certainly wouldn't survive. The other way out is to somehow get them through Maul. This solution also seemed unrealistic, the man didn't hurt her, but Nina could feel the blood beating violently in her ears from the adrenaline and her lungs taking in more air.

With a light movement, he swept a few locks from her face, carefully avoiding her freshly bandaged wounds. Meanwhile, he noticed that several lighter freckles were hiding next to the darker ones.

"Are you afraid Starlight?" he asked, voice low but his tone was light and casual just like he was small talking about the weather, insignificant compared to what really interested him at the moment.

"Yes." she said honestly. "But not from you."

Maul lifted his brow. She licked her dry lips.

"More like, afraid of what you're capable of."

"You should be…  But. Do not fear Starlight, this will not hurt, if you let me in.” he said in a calm voice, cupping her face with his gloved hands. 

“What are you doing?”

He closed his eyes and concentrated. He felt her mental walls,as he smoothed the wall around, looking for a gap. They were still weak from the concussion, but he sensed some attempt at resistance, though he slipped in successfully.

This time he avoided the deeply buried memories, concentrating on searching for traces of his Master's presence, any sign that this was a trap. But he found nothing. Nina resisted and pushed him out of consciousness, even if a little clumsily, but Maul still appreciated her attempt more than anyone he'd ever faced. Compared to himself, he was gentle, he did not touch other areas, but there was something that Nina's mind revealed to him unintentionally. The man she was threatened by was her relative. This made her snap. 

A sudden movement jolted him out of his meditative state. She wanted to slap him, but he caught her wrist in the process. 

She was staring at him, she trembled with anger in every cell of her body. Maul couldn't get in deep or full, he saw what she allowed him. Even in weak conditions her mindfulness was strong. She lost her compliant calmness, and she fighted him. 

His hand wrapped around her throat the gold irises that pinned her down burnt like twin suns in the darkness of night. Nina’s hands tore his wrist from her, touching the small part where his cloak and leather gloves don't cover his skin. She shoved at the strong wall of his chest, yet, he didn’ move, he was way stronger than to be pushed by a weak woman like her.

“Don’t kriffing touch me like that”

He searched for her. She was frustrated. He slipped in her mind again, under that frustration he felt her panic, her post traumatic stress. Her attacker tried to suffocate her by squeezing her throat. It was still a fresh memory. She lived it through again now. It was playing on her mind like a holofilm. His expression softened. He slowly removed his hand, and whispered.

“Breathe.” his voice grounded her just like at the hospital. 

He didn’t feel his Master's presence in any way. This calmed him. But when he opened his eyes, he saw her.

Her face flushed, blooming red covered her freckles spreading towards her ears. Her jade green eyes turned dark. She stared at him and if looks could kill, he’d be a dead male by now. He had never seen her this beautiful before. Her beauty became ethereal for him, her anger oosed around them deliciously. Cold fire gleamed in her green eyes. 

“Don’t you ever do this again!” she told through gritted teeth.

Tension twisted between them like an invisible rope, he felt it, as it kept wrapping its limbs around his words and around his neck. It was maddening. Maul felt the urge to push her against the wall, fist her soft hair, claim her mouth and taste her and ignite a fire in his chest.

They were observing each other with cold gaze and anger. None of them had such warmth in their hearts.

“This isn’t the Jedi way!” she breathed hard, panting heavily. Ruby red blood dripped from her nose onto the ground. Probably the side effect of resisting Maul’s telepathic power. " I have to admit I don’t usually like Jedi, and you mister are certainly not fun to be around.”

“I’m no Jedi.” he sounded offended, almost harsh as he snapped at her.

“Says the man with the light saber. So you’re some kind of Force user then?” she raised a brow. 

“A specific kind of Force user.”

“What does this even mean?! So not only Jedi can use and connect to the Force?”

Silence. He made a statement, but didn't add anything to it, and Nina understood that it was a "Leave it !" kind of silence.

“Never mind. Did you at least find what you were looking for, if you've sneaked into my mind so brazenly?”

“Yes and no. I still don’t know what your motivation is.”

“Stars above! You don’t get it! ” she laughed at him. 

Maul lifted his brows; she was clearly a lunatic. Laughing in a Sith's face while it’s cornering her. To laugh in the face of darkness, power, death.

“You still don’t get it! You saw my memories, my thoughts and you couldn’t figure it out.” she was shaking while he still pinned her down. See was shaking from laughing, not from fear.

“You poor man. Here I am thinking he was the one who hired you to get me. Silly boy! I have no plans for you! I’m gonna have my revenge on someone that I used to call my father.”

Her voice was raspy but it dripped with contempt and pride. 

Maul didn't understand why he was so insecure about her. Nina clearly posed no physical threat to him. Nina merely existed in the orbit of her own life, completely independent of Maul's celestial body. Yet... Maul could still feel the gravitational pull between the two of them. He felt mesmerized, like the light of the night lights on a moth. He considered the approach dangerous, but he could not resist.

"So you really are insignificant."

It was a big mistake on Nina's part to make fun of him. Maul stabbed back mercilessly, unable to let the previous insults pass without a counter strike. And she might as well be thankful for him not using his light saber in the process. Nina went silent, stern. The light from her eyes faded. 

His sentence clearly hurt her. Deeply. He saw it in her eyes, yet the satisfaction never came to him. 

“I need space!” She stepped away creating a few steps between them. She thought about hurting him hard with a chair or something heavy. 

“Maybe you have power I will never understand nor carry, but one thing I understand clearly, that you truly are an asshole! We’re done here!” 

She passed by him and went away. He looked at her receding silhouette for a long time, never saying a word, only observing her. Again she left without permission and without fear.

Green eyes. Green dress. The symbol of life and nature.

He always thought red was a powerful color, the symbolism for power and destruction. But turned out green was his new fucking favorite color.

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[neverland93]

Peter Pan Imagine/ love you too much

Peter walks into the campsite along with the lost boys and greets you as always

“Morning Y/n,” he says yawning

“Good morning Peter.” You handed him his coffee, straight black with honey and vanilla.

“Let’s do this shall we?” He said as he sat next to you and Felix

“We shall.” You nodded and took out a pencil and paper from your bag

You and him were planning a party, not just any party, the biggest party Neverland had ever seen, you were inviting everyone as well, Indians,lost boys, mermaids, even the pirates, it was going to be one hell of a show.

“This is going to be the best party Neverland has ever seen!” Felix said with excitement

“Honey there you are.” You heard a voice coming from a far but you knew who it was.

Wendy.

“Oh hey what are you doing up so early?” He asked her

“Well I wanted to be with you silly.” She sits right on his lap which was so awkward because you guys were literally in the middle of planning a party.

“Wendy I’m kinda doing something.” He says with his hands in the air not knowing how to react

“And I want to be a part of it, is that so wrong?” She said with a smile

He just sighs

“Continue.” He told you

And you did , your very best.

**********

A couple minutes goes by and you start to think you guys are finally getting somewhere until…

“That sounds like a bad idea I don’t think you should do that.” Wendy said

“It’s not for you to decide Wendy.” Peter said as he’s writing something

“But don’t I have a say?” She said

“No. You wanted to spend time with me but you don’t get to tell the king of Neverland how to plan his party.” He said with annoyance

You could tell he was getting upset.

Felix then looks at you wide eyed and signaled a “let’s get out of here “ look

“Listen Peter I actually have to start breakfast I can totally catch up with you later.” You said trying to get up quickly

Felix does the same picking up the party supplies

“You know what that’s not a bad idea , we should all get ready for breakfast.” Felix gets up quickly as well walking fast with you

Peter just rubs his face, clearly stressed out. He gets Wendy off of him and walks away, shaking his head and looking very upset.

********

Weeks went by and the party was tonight, you were very excited for it because you Peter and Felix planned this like your lives depended on it.

“You ready to get this ball rolling?” Felix came in the kitchen door as you were making French toast

“Hell yeah I just want this to be over already.” You sigh

“Hey what’s wrong?” Felix asked

“Just , it’s not fun anymore.” You said looking down

“Wendy is a nutcase huh.” He said as he sits on a counter

“Hey! I’m sure Peter wouldn’t like you talking like that.” You said looking at him

“He’s the one who called her it in the first place!” Felix says laughing

You just roll your eyes

“Well he’s with her for a reason so let’s change the subject.” You say walking towards the skillet

“Hey hey hey don’t get mad at me because you’re so head over heels with Peter -“ you quickly run towards him and put your hand on his mouth

“DON’T YOU DARE.” Was all you could say before the door opens and Peter sees you in the position

“Terribly sorry for interrupting.” He said confused

“Oh no no no Peter I was just-“ as you were trying to come up with something to say

“Hey what you and Felix do is none of my business.” He said with his hands up and winking as he closed the door

“Damit Felix!” You yelled as you slapped him

“How is ANY of this my fault?” He yelled back

You roll your eyes and walk away .

So yes, you were head over heels for Peter, but only Felix knew, and you were never going to tell anyone, especially Peter. Plus he had his land to take care of, his boys to look after, and most of all, he had Wendy.

********

The party started in about 2 hours, you and Felix and of course Peter were sweating like pigs trying to do the final touches on things

“Everything looks , simply, amazing!” You say looking at it all

“This is what teamwork is all about guys.” Felix said feeling proud

“We truly couldn’t have done it without one another.” Peter said folding his arms and smiling

“Honey!” Wendy yells from afar

You all turn around and see her smiling away

“What are you doing here? This is a surprise for everybody.” Peter said confused

“I wanted to help silly.” She said kissing him on the cheek

Peter rubbed his face and looked stressed.

“I really wanted to do the final touches with Y/n and Felix.” He said calmly

“And now you can do it with me.” She said picking up a party hat and placing it on the table

Peter was very overwhelmed and you could tell it was taking a toll on him.

Party was finally here.

The boys came in with their best dress, which was just their regular clothes with some homemade bow ties

The mermaids came to the shore and sat on the rocks enjoying all the drinks that you guys made

Indians came and sat at the table eating the food and talking amongst each other

Peter and the pirates were talking and getting along great , you never knew why him and Hook were enemies when they got along so well.

“Aye aye I would’ve drank that whole bottle if it wasn’t for you Pan!” Hook yelled playfully

“I bet I can out drink you here and now Hook!” Peter put his money where his mouth was.

“Oh yeah?” Hook said taking an other swig of his drink

The boys laughed and laughed you haven’t seen Peter laughed this hard, he was genuinely having a good time with his boys and enemy Hook.

You smiled at that

“Honey let’s go sit next to the fire.” Wendy said as she interrupted the boys talking and laughing

“Wendy I’m with the boys right now maybe later.” He said still laughing with Hook

“No I’m cold honey.” She said

The boys look at Peter not knowing what to do, it got awkward really fast.

“I’m with the boys.” Was all he could say as he was quickly sobering up not understanding why she was acting like this

“I just told you I’m cold.” She said folding her arms

“Then go get a blanket.” He pointed to the cabin

She looked at him in disgust

“Come with me.” She dared to say

That’s when you believe Peter lost it, he lost all self control, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the straw that broke the camel’s back, or maybe it was simply both.

“We do EVERYTHING together! We sleep together, we shower together, we eat together, we do laundry together, we cook together, hell we might as well shit together too!” Peter yelled in front of everyone.

Nobody said a word , they all just stood quiet, as did you.

“Peter why don’t you go inside your cabin for a bit buddy.” Felix said trying to pull him away

“Fuck no! You don’t tell me what to do, the lost boys don’t tell me what to do, the Indians don’t tell me what to do, the mermaids don’t tell me what to do and SHE!” He points to Wendy.

“She DEFINITELY will never EVER tell me what to do again!” He said, he was fed up, he was exhausted, he let her control his every move, the king of neverland was never really the king perhaps, just a puppet on a string and the puppet master was Wendy Darling.

********

That night was one of the most quiet’s night Neverland has ever had, though you could hear whispers all throughout the land, for everyone was talking about Peter and Wendy.

You couldn’t sleep so you decided to go to your thinking spot, the waterfall, it was a little cold out so you brought your blanket with you, walking around and taking the night in your eyes start to shift to the waterfall, it was such a beautiful sight to see, so peaceful, so magical, so- Peter was sitting there …

Just as you were about turn back your foot stepped on a twig.

Peter turned your direction

“I-I’m so sorry I had no idea you were here.” You said as you were walking away

“Wait!” Peter yelled as you stopped in your tracks not knowing what do to , back still facing him

“Come sit.” He said

You turn around and nod walking every so slowly towards him.

Sitting down you put your hair behind your ear, nervous on what to even say. You hadn’t seen him since the fight.

“Can I tell you something?” Peter said

“Of course, you can tell me anything.” You said looking at him swallowing a little hard for your mouth was dry because of how nervous you truly were.

“I think I loved her too much.” He confessed to you as he looked towards the water

“Why do you say that?” You got the courage to ask

“It feels like weight and darkness when I’m with her, it didn’t use to feel like that. It’s like after she got comfortable and consumed me , ate me and spit me out into nothing ” He shook his head

“Peter…” was all you could say

“I loved her too much and I lost myself while doing so. It’s like I’m thirsty all the time, and I can never get a drink of water. It was like a curse, a beautiful tragic curse. “ he said looking at you

“You know what you have to do right?” You asked him

He simply nodded and looked towards the water once again.

“This is going to be hell.” He says picking up a rock and throwing it in the water.

[princesscutiemei]

Crossdress, Fall in Love

A story by CutieMei, made with help from ChatGPT.

Part 3

Once they arrived at Sam's apartment, Mei couldn't help but feel nervous about revealing his feminine side to him. But he gathered his courage, and in secret, he brought along his favorite nightgown in his handbag, a white see-through nightgown. "Please wait for me here, okay? I... wanna show you something," He blushed as he hurried to the bathroom to change.

Mei nervously stepped out of the bathroom, wearing his nightgown. He felt exposed and vulnerable, but seeing Sam's expression of admiration made him feel more confident.

Mei in his white see-through nightgown

"Wow, you look stunning," Sam breathed, his eyes trailing down Mei's body. "I've never seen anything quite like it."

Mei felt a sense of relief wash over him. He had been so worried about how Sam would react, but it seemed like he had nothing to worry about.

"Thank you," Mei whispered, his cheeks flushing with pleasure.

They settled onto the couch with glasses of wine and snuggled under a cozy blanket. Mei leaned into Sam's chest, feeling a sense of comfort and security that he had never experienced before. The movie played on the TV, but their minds were elsewhere, buzzing with anticipation for what was to come.

Mei makes himself cozy on the couch

As the movie ended, Sam turned to Mei with a look of longing in his eyes. He took Mei's hand and led him to the bedroom. Mei's heart raced with excitement, and his body tingled with desire as they undressed each other, each movement slow and deliberate.

As Sam and Mei explored each other's bodies, each touch filled with tenderness and affection. Mei felt safe and protected in Sam's arms, and he knew that he could trust him completely.

Sam exploring Mei's soft and delicate body

Sam whispered sweet nothings in Mei's ear, telling him how beautiful he was and how much he meant to him. Mei's heart swelled with love, and he couldn't help but smile at Sam's words.

As they kissed, their bodies entwined, their passion growing stronger with each passing moment. Mei felt a warmth spreading throughout his body, and he knew that he had never felt this way before.

Sam's touch was gentle yet firm, his fingers tracing Mei's curves and caressing his skin with a tenderness that made him feel cherished. Mei reciprocated, running his hands over Sam's muscular frame, marveling at the strength and power beneath his skin.

As they continued to explore each other, they lost themselves in the moment, forgetting about everything else except the love they shared. They kissed and touched each other for hours, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, as if they had been made for each other.

"I love you," Sam whispered, his eyes locked with Mei's.

Mei's heart swelled with emotion, and he felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. "I love you too," he replied, his voice hoarse with feeling.

Mei is looking into Sam's eye with affection

Their lovemaking was a beautiful expression of their love and desire, each touch and kiss conveying an intense feeling of connection and intimacy. Mei felt a sense of completeness, like he had found the missing piece to his life.

As they lay in bed together, wrapped in each other's arms, Mei felt a sense of contentment that he had never known before. He knew that with Sam, he could be himself without fear of judgment or rejection.

"Thank you for accepting me for who I am," Mei murmured, his head nestled against Sam's chest.

"Thank you for sharing your true self with me," Sam replied, his hand tracing patterns on Mei's back. "I love all of you, no matter what."

Mei smiled, feeling like he had finally found his place in the world. With Sam by his side, he knew that he could conquer anything, explore the world together, and make new memories.

Mei felt a sense of contentment that he had never known before.

End

[sweet-fox-mari]

And finally I understand, why they call it "falling" in love. It's because, suddenly, you're falling. There's no stopping it, much like there's no stopping gravity. One day I tripped, and fell down this blessed hole, with you.

[prfm-multiverse]

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[euesworld]

"He is mesmerized every time she smiles, it's that sparkle in her eyes.. he adores her, you can see it in his. He looks at her lips, they are so beautiful that he can barely think.. she said something but he wasn't listening. He dashed forward and planted a little peck on the corner of her mouth, she smiled again and leaned forward to kiss him. He met her in the middle and every star in the sky glittered like fireworks when their lips touched.. at least it did for them. You can call it magic, but me.. I call it love."

There's no magic like two people falling in love - eUë