#also small vent right here:

[captain-ghost]

Doing a games art course is crazy because you'll have a story idea for a character that lives in a dangerous, abandoned world that travels through the memories of someone presumably long-gone and watches the bright memories slowly being corrupted by the influence of the outside world as you discover more and more of their life complete with compelling design choices and horrific and threatening creatures and atmosphere, only to be told you have 6 weeks and have a tight brief.

[justalittlebluetiefling]

I haven't been involved with coaching for almost 3 months now and somehow I am still getting dragged into the drama.

[blorboindulgence]

Being semi verbal is weird, I just don't have anything to say most of the time. I like seeing everyone's little comments on dr stuff and I wish I could write my own more often and look less like an automatic shuichi themed blog. I just,,, head empty. Instead of working communication my brain filled the space with hyperfixation.

[bluestjayy]

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[oceanwithouthermoon]

the realization that tumblr does not work like twitter and i cant just vague post about random discourse or arguments otherwise people will wrongfully assume its about them has flipped my whole life upside down

[warrior-of-sunlight]

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[seventh-district]

ough i've been neglecting my side-blogs and tumblr in general so badly lately. i need more time in my day

[moldypoff]

This is so beautiful *sob*

🥺😭😭

Daisuke’s Death and the Invisible Abuse of “Privileged” Children

tw: extensive discussions of child emotional abuse

Another mouthwashing text analysis before I post any polished art? Shocker. But I really really appreciate the reception on my Swansea post, especially as a new account! This Daisuke-centric analysis is gonna be a quick one (< this was a lie. long read ahead!) but he is a character who resonates deeply personally with me as a victim of abuse that looked very much like his own. I do plan on doing a larger analysis of his character, but the abridged version necessary for this piece goes as follows:

Daisuke’s treatment in the narrative—both his implied home life and Jimmy’s taking advantage of him to go into the vent—is another one of this game’s excellent portrayals of normalized (and thus invisibilized) abuse. Children are often cited as one of the most vulnerable classes of people, if not the most vulnerable (I acknowledge that Daisuke is not a child, but Mouthwashing implies that this narrative of his inadequacy has persisted throughout his upbringing and, to this day, he is dictated tasks and lacks independence, treated like a dependent. His youth is also an undisputed feature of his character and, most importantly, the cast treats him like a kid). Children’s dependency on adults and our willingness as a society to accept that the adults in their lives provide the most objective perspective on these young people renders them particularly prone to abuse easily swept under the rug or “justified” by wardens who possess the power to dictate the narrative. Jimmy’s engagement with Daisuke is an extension of the latter’s vulnerability. The co-pilot’s assertion that “he’ll be fine (…) mommy and daddy have him covered” at the birthday party represents a deference to Daisuke’s parents as adequate caretakers who will ensure his longevity and comfort on the basis of their wealth. And we know that Daisuke’s parents think the same—the Q&As reveal that they believe they are doing the best to secure their son a good future. However, the same Q&As indicate that they don’t actually engage with or understand Daisuke’s interests and that their approach to parenting him is entirely understood through their personal beliefs, not those of their son. And Daisuke clearly carries that quite close to his heart. He seems to struggle with identity and acceptance, seeking validation in the form of praise. Daisuke is defined through what he can do for others and not what he independently brings to the table, because that has never mattered where he grew up. The consequences of his parents’ failure to meet his emotional needs ultimately conditioned Daisuke to be perfectly available to be taken advantage of in a corporate setting defined by capitalist attitudes and hierarchies.

While it’s not concrete to say that Daisuke grew up in an emotionally abusive household, it is most important that we cannot dismiss the possibility and that his behavior as the outcome of some degree of mistreatment is well-aligned with this theory. Daisuke is apparently financially well-off (contextually we can’t be sure if Daisuke’s family is upper class, middle class, or somewhere in between), and with that comes privilege. Even the way he packs—multiple personalized outfits, entertainment devices, etc—reveal that he’s used to certain comforts and hasn’t yet acclimated to the harsh expectations of companies like the Pony Express. But, especially where young people are concerned, it is all too easy to allow this privilege to act as a curtain between abuse and the outside world. We can acknowledge the privilege and also recognize that it benefits his parents much more than it benefits him as a young person.

Emotional abuse is complex and extremely damaging and Daisuke *does* show symptoms of at the very least being constantly verbally accosted by his parents to the point of permanently warping his sense of self. It also generated his overreliance on authority figures to tell him how to keep himself safe in their world. His mother apparently insulted him to his face (“such a slacker, she said”, and being reprimanded for being too talkative [from the Daisuke teaser]), and a lot of his negative self talk (“total screw-up”, “fuck up”, etc) is reminiscent of how people define themselves by parroting what they are called after internalizing consistent externally-imposed definitions of their identity. While these are not surefire indicators of abuse and I am not willing to diagnose a situation as abusive purely predicated on these factors, the behaviors Daisuke exhibits as a result share many commonalities with those of victims of childhood abuse. In fact, just about every time Daisuke speaks about himself in Mouthwashing, he mentions his failures and his work. It’s not lost on me that the teaser for the whole character is him pondering his mother and how she might not recognize him if he isn’t noisy and obnoxious. He personally puts a lot of stock in their assessment of him as lazy and annoying, but nevertheless tries to accomplish learning through the internship. Furthermore, Daisuke takes on a lot of his mother’s pain, hoping she doesn’t blame herself for the negative things that happen to him (even though in the same scene he reveals that she’s the reason he’s on the stranded Tulpar at all), indicating that he has taken responsibility for the feelings of people in his life even when those people are not his to care for and even bear responsibility for his pain.

Now in young adulthood, Daisuke rarely seems to have any sense of self beyond his parents and his work aside from one-off quips about baseball and babes. It suggests that he has always had to prioritize his parents’ desires growing up to avoid being treated unfairly and even cruelly, stunting his self-discovery. In abusive situations, your understanding of safety and your pursuit thereof are radically impacted and we see this manifest in Daisuke’s continuing willingness to accept those in command as the pinnacle of safety over what one might consider logical, personal acts of self-preservation. He equates safety with obedience, and I contend that that equivalence suggests a lot about how his parents reprimanded deviance from their plans. And not to be that guy, but it kind of is outright cruel to dump your utterly inexperienced teenager-to-early-20-something on a 1 year, no contact, unsafe space voyage in a failing industry knowing that he doesn’t have the necessary skillset yet. That’s what his parents do when they aren’t satisfied with his progress, and it’s intense and disproportionate and alarming! They toss him into the deep end of the corporate machine and insist he learns to swim in such an oppressive, stifling atmosphere. It’s no surprise that he drowns, especially when he himself can’t recognize this as an unrealistic expectation and tackles it with everything he’s got because his parents are theoretically always right about what he needs. I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that normalized emotional abuse from the home and how it maps onto a victim’s adult life is a topic Mouthwashing would endeavor to touch on, because visibilizing invisible abuses of power in heteropatriarchal capitalist schemes is arguably the central undertaking of the game.

I don’t think Daisuke has evil parents or anything, rather that what we accept as “good parenting” and “good mentorship” is often neglectful with regard to emotional needs and can easily become a source of heavy trauma for the children and mentees if that emotional aspect is stretched too thin in the pursuit of success. Not all abuse is intentional, and the dev Q&As imply that Daisuke’s parents thought they were sincerely investing in his future. Because capitalism emphasizes the individualistic pursuit of success above all else, it’s no wonder that a parent would think that the best thing they can give their kid is an avenue to prosper financially. But in doing so, Daisuke’s parents deny him the opportunity to define himself, to experience agency, and to build up confidence. Effectively, they create a young man so vulnerable to abuse by higher-ups (a manifestation of abuse that is often intentional at the systemic level) that he decides to climb into that vent at Jimmy’s discretion under the pretense that he will make somebody proud. Because that’s how Daisuke has been raised to understand himself and his place—the presumed screw-up boy as a default, making you proud by doing the right thing, who has learned to pursue that achievement to avoid the condescension and disproportionate backlash (e.g. the internship itself) that comes with failure. Everything circles back to his parents’ expectations that he makes for a good worker. When the cocktail knocks Swansea out, Daisuke makes an offhand comment about getting a bad reference—even in the most dire of circumstances, he can’t stop thinking about their capitalistic expectations for his “good” future.

I find that Daisuke really is such a good subtle portrayal of how parents with resources can get away with emotionally stunting their children because we perceive their ability to put a roof over their heads, food on their plate, etc as adequate parenting and even a privilege for the child when it should be the bare minimum. Jimmy certainly buys into it, and even some of the fandom parrots that, really and truly believing Daisuke is some good-for-nothing kid who doesn’t try hard when all we see is him working, including climbing into the vents to try and help despite not being assigned the work (foam scene, not his death). I find this reception shows how inclined we are to accept those narratives of the privileged child’s inadequacy before we address the parent for not fulfilling a child’s emotional needs, which are just as important if not more than the material.

To wrap this up with a quick discussion of the symbolism of his death in the context of the emotional abuse of children (which is the reason I made this whole post but I can’t talk about this guy without going off): Daisuke getting so badly injured trying to do what’s right is a very physical manifestation of the suffering he was already going through. It is the pain of constantly people-pleasing and of holding it all in when he’s lashed out at. He gets injured at all in the pursuit of appeasing Jimmy and (theoretically) Swansea, both of whom he blindly trusts despite how they treat him because he has always been expected to just adhere to the adults with authority in his life. Being talked down to by them is not new and has never been a reason to question their judgement. Daisuke sees this as a product of his own inadequacy as implied by other people, and not of external cruelty. He was raised not to question the system for fear of repercussions.

Jimmy is perfectly situated to coerce him into a dangerous situation because Daisuke has never been taught to say no. The safest option for a scared child is to trust their mentors, and an adult Daisuke does just that. Even Swansea’s teachings of safety are dismantled by Jimmy’s tactical use of captainhood to break the camel’s back. Authority. Daisuke must always listen to authority. Jimmy knows the vent isn’t safe. Swansea tells him directly and he observes the foam incident (if from a distance). For as much as he acts like he cares about taking responsibility for Daisuke’s safety, his individualistic pursuit of “fixing” things manifests in Jimmy again taking advantage of a vulnerable person on the ship. Jimmy doesn’t reconcile Daisuke’s eagerness to help with lessons on safety like Swansea does, but rather uses it only when it benefits him. Daisuke is taught by his upbringing to accept this kind of treatment—for safety, defer to the leader in the room even if it hurts and you don’t want to do it (just like he didn’t want to be on the Tulpar in the first place).

Then, once the intern is out of the vent and mortally wounded, Jimmy applies the mouthwash (a product to be sold, hauled in the interest of the corporation) to “help” sanitize the wounds. But the sugar content negates medical utility and only worsens the pain. We can interpret this as the application of material privilege, “sweetness”, that wasn’t actually any help at all to solve the deep wounds left by emotional pains. Mouthwash rids you of the bad taste but doesn’t kill all the underlying germs. One could argue further that in this scene, the mouthwash is specifically representative of the Pony Express internship: a rare stepping stone in the corporate hustle gained through privilege and presented as a boon. Like the mouthwash, the internship is imposed on Daisuke to try and “help” him succeed and be better, but it only elevates the pain by irritating the wounds and ends in his agonizing demise. However, this fine-tuned comparison isn’t necessary to my point. I find the broad implications of the mouthwash as an antiseptic immensely representative of parents and caretakers who don’t seem abusive to the outside world but who are actually subversively hurting their children and ultimately conditioning them to be victimized by capitalist attitudes. Our deference to material comforts and corporate opportunities as indicators of wellness renders us blind to where caretakers fail to address the emotional needs of young people. At the end of the day, Daisuke is still killed by the values his parents have instilled in him. It’s always the “captain’s” (literal or figurative) orders that seal the deal and cut off any of his autonomous doubt or dictation (for example, his desire to listen to Swansea and not go in the vent). His parents’ symbolic and saccharine gestures mean very little in the scheme of creating a person who can survive the pressures of the “real world” when malicious actors (JIMMY.) and the capitalist enterprise as a whole bear down on the cracks of an emotionally taxing youth.

A/N: Maybe I’m thinking about all of this too hard, but the beauty of Mouthwashing is that I’m never quite sure that’s the case as this game feels so deliberate. Anyway, as somebody who has clinically diagnosed PTSD stemming from childhood, this has always been a really important analysis to posit and I finally found the time to put it into words. I feel like Daisuke as a symbol is often overlooked by the fandom. He’s enjoyed, yes, but not really broken down like the others are. That diminishing of his importance and his feelings about the situation also feels like a symptom of his age. But that’s neither here nor there—like I said, I believe I could do a much more in-depth analysis of Daisuke as a victim of subtle abuse but this will have to do for now. A lot of my major points have been made, anyway! Perhaps video format would be best for something longer-form. 🌺

[dodomingo]

Remember, if you ever feel proactive: don't

[squiddy-god]

The Hydro Dragon? A closet freak!?

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I have no excuse for this other than I NEED this man so bad it makes me look stupid. He's just so…dreamy sigh anyway here are some hcs that i have for the Iudex of fontaine. This is really long. I think I blacked out writing this. This is 6 pages of google docs single spaced size 11 arial font. I think i need to be sedated

♥︎REQUEST ARE OPEN ♥︎

Cw : this is pure filthy smut, freak Neuvillette, dragon form, monster fucking, inhuman genitals, double dick, desperate kinda pussy drunk Neuvillette, soft dom and hard dom, no pronouns but afab anatomy, implied chubby reader, squirting, bath sex, rut, breeding kink, just pure horny, slight cumflation, oviposition,egg mention, a little bit of predator prey vibes, overstimulation, tail riding. Very slight watersports mentioned, Daycraphilia, Nasty dragon man, sweat and liquids. Spit swapping, spit swallowing, spit kink, marking, biting, possessiveness.PIV sex, possible anal, Title kink? Sir kink? Innocence and court kink?(trust me bro) Reader is matching this mans freak. Aftercare is given, safeword is in place even if not mentioned explicitly

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Neuvillette is not entirely oblivious, he knows that he has needs and instincts but what he is wholly unaware of is that many of these instincts and desires are quite… out of the ordinary

There's also the fact that he has like 0 experience, so all of these desires are rather new or have been festering in his dragon mind for centuries

What the Iudex of fontaine lacks in experience he makes up for in the fact that he is downright insatiable and animalistic at times

When you first got with him you quickly realized that this man was incredibly touch starved, even the most innocent and fleeting touch from his beloved sets his very being to a burning desire.

And he is embarrassed to say that he craves it Neuvillette craves your touch in both a innocent and intimate way to the point you are shocked to find just how clingy he is towards you

The only time when he's not touching you, holding you, trying to sait the burning you leave him with is when he has court, and once he is out of court his mind returns to you, making sure you have a permanent seat at the opera house right next to his usual reserved seating.

Once he's out of court he's by your side, placing a kiss to the back of your hand and guiding you with a hand to the small of your back

To the people of fontaine he is a doting and protective lover, which is true, but they don't know the sheer levels of clingy that he is

He tries at first to contain this, so he doesn't scare you off, but eventually he simply needs you to be close to him

The other thing that comes as a shock is that this man is a freak

Let's start with his more inhuman side

The reason he is so covered is because his skin is slightly scaly, beautiful scales of cyan and cerulean blues that layer his skin in large patches, the main areas are his sides and part of his back, his thighs and his arms where they seem to sit permanently much like his pointed ears and horns (the blue streaks in his hair are horns trust me on this) when he uses his hydro powers or lets loose they glow

When he really lets loose the scales creep up his neck to his jaw, his ears seem to grow longer and more pointed, his teeth get sharper, his nails seem to grow more into claws and his pupils draw into slits.

His eyes and the rest of him seems to give off a faint blue glow

His tongue is long- like really long- and forked- and when he lets loose its a deep shade of blue

His cocks- both of them are far from human, hidden behind a vent they are ribbed un the underside with the head coming to a slight point, the top side is lined with bumps that resemble small tendrils, they line the head of his cocks to.

His tips are flushed an angry dark blue

This man has nice veins, his cocks are quite veiny but the veins along his body are rather pronounced as well, a deep blue, good and hydrated

He also has a large tail, its long and a deep blue fully scaled, thick at the base and tapers till the tailfins witch are a almost iridescent cyan and resemble the ends of his coattails

Ok now into the real smutty stuff-

He needs it messy, as messy and wet as possible, the problem is the more wet and messy it gets the hornier he gets in return

If the bed sheets aren't soaked and dripping wet with just about every fluid possible then he isn't satisfied

And i mean the bed sheets look like they just came out of a river

He gets so pussy drunk- this man is insatiable and eats you out for his own pleasure, basically tongue fucking you to drink up all of your juices he possibly can

The taste of you is intoxicating and he cannot get enough

The first time he eats you out, his tongue fucking into your overstimulated hole before he finally pulls out and his long tongue wraps around your clit as he all but makes out with your lower half and you wine out that it feels weird like your goona pee-

And this freak without hesitation presses on your stomach as you cum from his unrelenting ministrations

Because he is a freak who doesn't understand that things like that are not in fact what most are into. (he is eternally shocked when you explain this to him, trying to tell him his taste in kinks and fetishes are abnormal. Cannot fathom how it isn't hot to others)

But when to his shock you squeal and squirt his mouth, chin, and chest soaked along with the sheets

You are mid apology for the mess when you look at his eyes, his pupils are blown wide as saucers as he stares down at you breath heavy- downright ragged and he groans so low it rumbles in his chest and almost sounds like a growl

“I hadn't known that this was something the human body could do” before his pupils contract into little slits and he is licking you clean before he goes right back into trying to make you squirt again-

He is obsessed with you squirting, the fact that you were so lost in (the sauce) pleasure that you produced a significant volume of liquid? This man lives off of moisture, his favorite drink is water and he needs everything to be moist and wet for him to be fully comfortable, such is the nature of the hydro dragon. So it shouldn't be a shock that he is obsessed with making you squirt

Usually this leaves you rather overstimulated, tears pricking the corners of your eyes and running down your cheeks

Oh and Neuvillette love it- tears of pleasure soon laped away by his tongue as he pulls you into a sloppy kiss

Asks you with utmost seriousness to spit in his mouth and is confused by how flustered that makes you

But once you do he is practically moaning at the taste, greedily drinking whatever you will give him

And if you match his freak? Ask him to spit in your mouth? He's gone lmao- truly you are a blessing hand picked from celestia just for him

The first time you gave him head and spit on his cocks so you could switch between sucking and stroking them, making sure they got equal attention, he came instantly. The sight was just too much for him to handle

Neuvillette cums an insane amount. Its slightly watery but the amount is ridiculous, his precum is enough to have you thinking he already busted, but when he actually cums its like a broken faucet taking several gulps to swallow down and it still manages to coat you

And he just stays hard as a rock, the dragon stamina is insane and is even worse when he's in a rut

He loves to see you absolutely plastered with his cum, dripping all over you and out of you

The way your poor tummy is bloated while his clawed fingers push the rapidly escaping liquid back into you

The breeding kink on this man is unmatched, and i mean the only other contender who even comes close is tartaglia “PLAP PLAP PLAP GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT” ajax,

Neuvillette doesn't care if you actually can get pregnant or not- he is breeding you and he will make it happen

More freaky shit the man is obsessed with your sweat

He always hates when it gets too hot out but he thinks he can stand it when he sees the beads of sweat rolling down your body as you guzzle down a bottle of water.

Has to restrain himself with a white knuckled grip on his cane to stop from licking the sweat off of you

Once you are alone tho? He is absolutely licking you, to the point you can't tell if it's the sweat or the saliva that's dripping off of you.

Another chance to match his freak. Once on a hot day in his office you gave him a chaste kiss to his jaw, witch already had him longing, but then you licked a strip up the chiseled line of his jaw and he came in his pants

Work was finished early that day

If there's one thing that gets him worked up its seeing you wet in any context, or seeing you return the desire he has for you. All in all he wants you to desire him, to long for him

I think he has a large bathtub, really its more like a pool that happens to be heated and deep, with benches along the edges for sitting. Again like a large heated swimming pool

His favorite place to fuck you is in his bath, despite the scene of soaked silk sheets being burned ito him mind, fucking you in his element is just something else honestly.

The water sloshing against you accompanied by the lewd sound of you getting absolutely rearranged? Music to his pointed ears.

Almost forgot to mention this but his cock glows and throbs, the veins pulsing with a slight glow- and if you get him horny and desperate enough (not hard this man is easy to get bricked up-) mostly after he's spent hours between your legs or making out with you, you can even see and feel how his cocks seem to writhe and they write inside you too, when their thickness is stuffed into your hole(s) and Neuvillette is about to cum again they writhe and squirm in your gummy walls sending you over the edge as they poke against that gummy spot inside of you

Neuvillette wants to have both his cocks in just your one hole but he knows the stretch of just one is intense so he won't indulge unless you beg him for it

Once when he was at work you decided to take a nice bath, to ease your sore muscles and the numerous marks littering your body, from bite marks to dark hickeys all over

The Iudex can be quite possessive at times, the dragon instincts letting that possessive streak coil in the pit of his stomach because you are his mate and when he says his, he means it.

When he gets possessive like this he gets meaner- no one in fontaine dares to flirt with his lover, out of both respect and slight fear of the consequences (harassment is taken very seriously)

But every so often someone wants to test his patience, or a foreigner who has no idea who you are oversteps. He is always calm, firm hand on your back as he states that it is rude and impolite to so vulgarly pursue his partner

But when the two of you are back at your shared home? He is a bit mean, rougher as he needs you to say that you're his over and over again.

This is where the title kink(?) and sir kink come in. call him “sir neuvillette” “sir Iudex” profess your innocence, plead your case to him, prove the other party guilty

And he will relent his marking and harsh grip infavore of soft open mouth kisses and the pleasure he bistoes on you

Afterall he is a benevolent and fair judge

Back to the bath-

You took a bath without him, witch is a rare occasion as he loves to bathe with you, even in a non sexual context. It is simply a comfortable intimacy for him

But this time is different

Seeing you surrounded by his element of hydro, the room moist with steam as your body glistens with moister, his eyes go to saucers again and he is quick to approach

Tugging off his gloves with his teeth and letting them cup your cheek and travel beneath the water while he leaves sweet kisses on your skin until he cant help himself and dips his head to the place where the water rest against your chest and he drinks

Like a man lost in the dessert, you can hear the obscene gulps this man lets out

The freak in him drinks your fucking bath water and has absolutly no shame about it

In Fact it has his cocks aching for you, while his expression can only be described as adoration

Because the Iudex of fontaine adores you in a way that is only brought on by centuries of longing for a person he has never met

He is much worse during his rut

It is a week solid of him just absolutely fucking you into whatever surface or body of water he can find

His throat is tight and dry, no amount of water seems to be able to quench this thirst and so he drink you

If you thought he was a munch before then the glint in his eyes at the scent of your arousal is downright predatory

He makes sure you drink about as much water as him, witch is a feat of its own, just so that you have more for him to drink from you

His taste for water is extraordinary on a good day but it even more apparent in his rut,

Because regardless of when it is he can taste you. The kind of water or liquids you drink seeps into everything, he can taste it in you sweat, in your slick, in your spit- the cool refreshing quality of mondstat, the mineraly flavor of inazuma, the sweet taste of sumeru, the tang and burn of inazuma, he can taste it normally but in rut he is downright shameful about describing how you taste on his tongue.

Has you drink different imported watters between rounds to get full flavor

Practically begs to breed you- hes already bad on a regular day, his paternal instincts too stong- but now its different, he wants his eggs inside you, wants you swollen and barefoot around his manor and he needs it- if you aren't ready he’ll just stuff you full like he normally does with cum he knows wont take, but he can hope

Remember how I said he doesn't care if you can get pregnant? Yeah that's because it doesn't matter- the part that matters is his eggs-

On the chance you do say yes to his eggs he is overjoyed, biting down on your shoulder with a bit of venom that numbs your mind- just enough so the stretch of his eggs and the way he has to deposit them doesn't hurt

Speaking of biting the first rut you spend with him is intense, its a week he takes off, (it is now regularly built into his schedule that he has a solid week blocked out for his rut) its his first rut he hasn't forcefully suppressed or simply worked through in solitude and now he has a mate to spend it with?

The first time he slides his length inside you he can resist the urge to sink his teeth into you, right where your shoulder meets your neck he bites down hard

A permanent bite mark with a small hydro mark in the center that glows faintly when he touches you, or when it rains, or you touch water. The glow sends a pleasant and refreshing feeling, like warmth without heat

Because he is so much more thirsty the dirty man fuck you in the bath a lot more and ends up drinking your bathwater more

Be a freak, do it back, drink this man up because he is a tall glass of water.

You do have needs, you can just be attached to the Iudex for a week straight, even tho he insists he could send someone to go grocery shopping, you so cruelly leave him to fist his cocks while you are out getting fresh air.

Personally I like the idea of neuvillettes home being underwater like those glass structures you can find in fontaine. Its huge in a lake, half of it is a beautiful mix of stained and clear glass, even some that seem iridescent, the other half is built in the same french rococo style as the mansions of fontaine, with the exception that it is built into the rocky wall of the deep lake. There is a tunnel that leads to the oceans of fontaine and its ideal for neuvillette. But you need fresh air

So you are gone for a few hours on the surface and he is suffering,

By the time you get back he the mansion is dark, none of the lights are on and it was raining outside (hence your hasty return)

The second you step in through the elevator down you can tell something- someone is watching you, the subtle growl and fleeting glimpse of glowing blue in the corner of your eye making the hair on the back of your neck stand up

Like a small lamb you wander through the large house knowing that hes right there, stalking in the shadows, hunting you

The only light is at the very ends of one of the halls, where you know the master bath is. With trepidation you walk towards the bathroom, knowing that's probably where he's going to absolutely jump your bones, you can't help the arousal that pools

Another thing that alerts you being the growl you hear behind you

When you finally get to the bathroom you decide to play his game- stripping off your clothes slowly- temptingly as his eyes burn across you before you sink into the water and swim to the center of his large bath (real basically a swimming pool)

You don't even hear him get in, but the second you turn back around expecting him to be at the water's edge- he's inches away from you, predatory eyes staring down at you as if to let you know he's won

The lights go off and all you can see is the glow of his eyes as you swim away slowly while he drops towards you until the cold hard tiles press into your back while you sit on the built in ledge, he rises cageing you between his arms as his long silvery hair falls disheveled down his back and cascades over his tense shoulders like a waterfall, he glows more and more and water drops hit your face, the blue streaks that cover the underside of his hair give off a faint glow, then the scales along his body, the long dark blue tail that you now see is also slightly alight. You dare to travel your eyes away from his, away from his hands- his claws that grip and cut into the tile slightly, down his chest and below his waist to the glow that sits just below the water

His tail wraps around your legs nudging them apart

“Look at me my beloved”

His tone is soft but there's a edge to it that has you snapping to attention, for once your eyes are blown wide as saucers and his are narrow slits like needles

Then you feel it, the rub of his thick tail that has your legs spreading to accommodate it while it grinds against you getting you worked up and just as desperate as he is

Ride this mans tail he will be put under a trance

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[hurtspideyparker]

If Civil War didn't end in divorce and everyone lived together Part 2

Read Part 1 and Part 3

Tony: Why is Underoos mopping the ceiling?

Sam: Told him since he's sticky that's his chore

Bucky: It's only fair he helps out around the house

Tony: Hm. Makes sense

-

Vision cooked dinner:

Peter: *pushing around food to make it look eaten*

Natasha: *surreptitiously spitting into napkin*

Steve: *taking small bites with tons of water*

Bucky: *just stares at full plate*

Tony: Well this is disgusting, I'm ordering pizza

-

Sam: C'mon man stop moping around, you gotta get yourself a girl

Bucky: Ok.

Sam: Ok? Okayyyyy! I know-

Bucky: Give me your phone

Sam: Oh you got a number in mind already hotshot? *hands phone over*

Bucky: *ring* Hi Sarah ;)

Sam: BOY-

-

Peter: Ned thought you would seperate your colours from your lights but he also thought you'd be homophobic so I don't pay him much mind cuz clearly I'm more of a superhero expert than him but he does have a 2% better average than me in history so like maybe you do hand wash your clothes and that's why I asked what underwear you wear because-

Steve: *listening intently with apprehension and alarm*

Natasha: I can't believe you found the one person on Earth who talks more nonsense than you

Tony: I know right, it's incredibly unnerving. I'm planning on adopting him

-

Peter: Mr. Stark I have to tell you something. I think Vision is a... *whispers* pervert

Tony: Um, why?

Peter: He keeps floating through my room without knocking! He saw me changing, he saw my nipples !

Tony: Well if anyone's a predator here it would be you. I mean showing your nipples to a 2 year old? Deplorable.

Peter:

Peter: Oh god, I'm the pervert...

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Bucky: Y'know animosity isn't good between teammates. I think we should spend more time together

Sam: Am I being punked right now? Where's the camera

Bucky: I'm serious. I think it would be healthy for us to bond

Sam: Okay fine I'll bite... what did you have in mind

Bucky: Wanna go for a run?

Sam: *slams door in Bucky's face*

-

*staring at Bucky's sparkly clean metal arm*

Bucky: Dishwasher?

Peter: Dishwasher :)

(later that day)

Bucky: I've decided to let the child live

Peter: YoU wHaT?!

-

Thwip

Tony: Who took my coffee cup, It was right here

Thwip

Bruce: Um, has someone seen my book? I just had it

Thwip

Steve: I could've sworn I was holding a pen a moment ago

*giggling from the ceiling*

Tony: Young man I will take those webshooters away if you use them for shenanigans and rascality

Peter, muffled: Mr. Hawkeye told me to!

Clint: Oh so you're just gonna rat me out like that?

Peter: Sor- OOF

*falls out of ceiling vent*

-

Sam: You're in my spot

Bucky: There are no spots, it's a common area

Sam: Well that's my spot

Bucky: Did you buy the chair??

Sam: No, but everyone knows that's where I sit. Right Steve?

Steve: Oops I forgot something in my car, be right back *leaves*

Sam: Still my spot

Bucky: Still not

Sam: *sits on him*

Bucky: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL THE COUCHES ARE FREE-

Sam: IT'S MY SPOT YOU CAN'T TAKE A MAN'S FAVOURITE CHAIR-

BUCKY: YOU HAVE ISSUES GET OFF ME-

(one hour later)

Steve: Hey so turns out I don't have a car! Isn't that funn...

Sam & Bucky: *Squeezed awkwardly on the chair together*

Steve: I think I left something in my car

-

Steve: Leave the bedroom door open when you have Vision in there

Wanda: UGH you're so protective

Tony: Teenagers, am I right? Caught Pete reassembling my particle accelerator at midnight because he needed to neutralize a miniature nuclear bomb he nabbed off some guy he neglected to tell me was trying to kill him

Steve:

Steve: Wanda y'know what do whatever you want

Wanda: Really?

Steve: Yes just keep being normal. At least I can read about our issues in a parenting book

-

Thor: Ah, new warriors I see! Good to make all your acquaintance. But why are you so grumpy my friend?

Bucky: *glaring*

Peter: He's always like that. It's um, P- P- PMS? Wait -

Natasha: Yes it's PMS

Wanda: He's got it bad

Steve: *genuinely concerned* Bucky you didn't tell me something was wrong. What can I do to help?

Bucky:

Bucky: I like chocolate

-

Wanda: Welcome to the first annual girls night! This place reeks of men, so I thought we needed some women time

Pepper: Why is Vision here?

Wanda: I get sad when he's gone

Natasha: Why is Pietro here?

Pietro: Slay queens

Wanda: Moral support I think

Maria: Why is Peter here?

Wanda: He looked really upset when I said he wasn't included and I felt bad

Wanda: Anyways... yay girls! Who wants me to paint their nails?

Peter: ME ME ME

-

Steve: Pancakes or waffles?

Natasha: Pancakes

Steve: Good because I don't have a waffle maker

Natasha: Then why would you ask-

Steve: It's important for your voice to be heard, as team leader I value your opinion

*2 minutes later*

Steve: Good morning Clint, pancakes or waffles?

Clint: Waffles

Steve: Oh no.

-

Some of these were based on requests (ex. more Sam & Bucky, dad Steve w/ Wanda) so if you have certain dynamics you enjoy let me know !

[neolithicsheep]

I've been meaning to write this down for some time because there are some fundamental errors that people keep making in crowdfunding/sales that shoot their campaigns in the foot. So here's a list of easy principles.

Who am I and why should you listen to me? I am a freelance chaos marketer who has raised well over $100,000 when totaling up various crowdfunding campaigns, mostly for aid to Afghanistan. In addition I've managed to successfully market everything from stuffed plush koalas to hydration salts. Why am I putting this out here for free? Because despite a years long track record of success in social media marketing no one will hire me because I don't have a college degree, so I might as well help people out who can't afford to hire full time marketing. 

If you'd like to hire me to help you evaluate your marketing and sales and teach you better skills on a 1 to 1 basis then hit me up, I am often willing to barter, esp with artists in a variety of mediums! 

Anyway on to HOW TO CONVINCE PEOPLE TO GIVE YOU MONEY:

TL;DR: use positive messaging that humanizes everyone involved and make it as easy as possible for people to give you money.

1. Shame and guilt are demotivators. They will not inspire people to give you money. “Why aren't people helping” “I guess people don't care” “This isn't getting enough shares/donations” etc etc. Online fundraising is often frustrating, heartbreaking, and will make you angry, especially when there's a humanitarian crisis involved. It is critical that if you are raising funds for someone else that you have a place to vent that is not the audience you would like to donate to the cause. 

2. Use motivating messages instead! “You can help!” “Even a small donation is important because it tells Recipient they're not alone, and people care” “We can't fix the whole world, but we can make this one thing right, and that means something”. Emphasize that this is a problem that the reader can help fix with even a small effort. With items for sale, tell a story. "I drew this thinking about how safe I always felt under a tree in my childhood backyard". "I chose the colors in this shawl to remind me of sagebrush and piñon pine in my favorite place."

3. Make it easy for people to give you money. Never talk about your product or cause without a link that leads directly to where people can give you money. They should be able to click one link on your post and land at the fundraiser or your shop. Every required click is going to lose people, so minimize the number of them required. This also means if you have a list of fundraisers for people to choose from the ones at the bottom will be neglected - people will hit the ones at the top. Be sure to take those off when they're met or periodically shuffle the list around to make sure everyone gets a chance to be in the first 5 spots. In online stores people will often only look at the first page or two of items so be sure to shuffle things around and remove out of stock items that are taking up prime real estate.

4. Humanize the recipient - this can be tricksy when raising charitable aid because you don't want to be exploitative. But to use my last Afghan campaign as an example, “We need to raise $500 for an Afghan family” is less effective than “This Afghan family's home was damaged in heavy rains that caused extensive flooding. They only need $500 to repair and rebuild so they can stay in their home and not become displaced.”  If possible, tell as much of the recipient's story as they consent to. Eg “Fred is seven and loves dinosaurs. His favorite is brontosaurus, and he carries a stuffed one with him everywhere. He wants to be a paleontologist when he grows up and discover a complete brontosaurus skeleton that he can give the same name as his stuffed friend. Unfortunately he's also a trans boy living in Texas and his family needs $1500 to rent a Uhaul and get to Colorado so he can grow up in safety and do that.”

5. If you're not the recipient, humanize yourself while you're at it! “I'd be really grateful if you all could share or donate” “This fundraiser really means a lot to me because…” “Thank you so much for any help, whether sharing or donating” 

6. Treat the audience like humans. Speak to them like they are people you're having a conversation with, not ATMs. This ultimately is the goal of not using shame/guilt and humanizing yourself and the recipient. 

7. Set low goals and bump them up when met. One of the weird things about people is they prefer to give to successful fundraisers. Yeah I don't know either. So you're more likely to get the full amount you need if you set a partial goal initially and then raise it when that's met. Raise it in small increments and raise it repeatedly as those goals are hit to keep momentum going. You can't always control this so if you're boosting someone else's fundraiser you can do it artificially via asks like “Hey y'all can we get together and put $500 on this?”

[anantaru]

ONE KISS IS ALL IT TAKES ... OR MORE? — SCARAMOUCHE

your boyfriend scaramouche can be so grumpy sometimes, but you know of a couple ways that will make him show his soft side, wc. 1.3k

・✶ ｡ warnings — heavily making out & tit play, fem! reader, fluff, established relationship, grumpy scaramouche

it's not difficult for you to discern whenever your boyfriend scaramouche was grumpy after a long day and you could already hear it from afar, not needing to see him— the familiar sounds of grumbling and frustrated sighs flowing from his lips to your ears even before you entered your shared apartment.

to be clear, you really don't mind your boyfriend being in one of his moods again, it was quite normal to you and in all honesty, there was nothing more inside of you than a burning impulse of wanting to help him as good as you could.

you took a deep breath, bracing yourself for what might've been the reason this particular night.

right as you walked into your bedroom, you found him lividly pacing back and forth, his brows furrowed and his lips set in a tight line of frustration, agitated to the point where he didn't even acknowledge your presence, too wrapped up in whatever was bothering him.

"hey, are you okay?" you ask him gently, stepping a bit closer before setting your jacket on the bed, not taking your gaze off him.

"hah, what? oh, yeah, totally fine, totally okay," he mutters back, awkwardly glancing at you before resuming his pacing, giving you a cold shoulder— and ah, he did this often, for scaramouche it was difficult to actually open up but also, the last thing he wanted was to somewhat drag you down with him.

"those people in the akademiya just, they're, ugh, aggravating, you know? they don't under- understand me, they don't listen, they don't leave me alone,"

"they also can't stop staring and muttering their little mouths to death."

you listen patiently, nodding contently as he vented out his frustrations while ever so often attempting to stop himself by biting into his lower lip— and well, scaramouche had a big tendency to get grumpy pretty easily, and it often took him a while to wind down but talking to you helped, even if it takes him a little to actually do it.

not to mention that you knew the secret to calming him down, always, achieving great relaxation in softening the expression on his face.

you take his hand, guiding him to the edge of the bed as he flinches he moment you touched him, "come over there," you motion towards the bed as he nods, pulling him down to sit beside you, "relax, okay? you're home now."

"i can't relax right now," he barks back, furrowing his brows although he can never resist your welcoming, more so warm embrace as you tugged him closer to your chest, "how can people be so stupid there? aren't they supposed to be geniuses or something?"

you couldn't suppress a laugh, chuckling as you tenderly run a hand through his tousled hair, "maybe you're just too smart, ever thought about that?" you add and listen to him as he exhales shakily through his mouth.

but the man grumbles and you could swear you saw a smile, a slight pucker of his lips when you called him smart, seeing it as a small victory in itself before you shift closer, your arms wrapped around his neck.

he reacts to your touch immediately, his body tense against yours as you just hugged him for a while, holding him gently and waiting until you felt him start to relax.

"breathe and— and just feel me, okay?" you utter.

he sighs but you know whenever he sighs just like that, when the tension in his soul and body eases a bit more, "you're too good to me, keeping up with this," he frowns, his voice losing some of it's earlier sharp edge as it attains a pillowy note.

"ah, i know," you tease, "—don't have to tell me that all the time," as you playfully roll your eyes, kissing his cheek, "kidding, i love all sides of you."

"feeling better already?" you ask him, "now that i'm here?" your voice barely above a whisper.

"maybe, only a little though," you're helping and he knows it, he's both in love and scared by how well you already knew him by now.

his gaze flickers to your lips and back to your eyes, "there's something that would make me feel better, great even,"

a curious expression dances over your cheekbones, a playful smile tugging at your precious lips, "oh, really now? what are you thinking about?"

and instead of answering you with words, he captures your lips in a kiss that was a cross between a need and a fleeting frustration, an eager want that quickly deepened the kiss between you. you tug at his hair, pushing him into your lips as he kissed you like a man starved of love and lust, his tongue moving over yours in a hunger well beyond desperation.

the intensity multiplied in seconds, in every touch and every swipe of tongue— scaramouche was eager, he made sure to kiss you even harder as his hands roamed freely over your chest, leaving you short of breath.

never in a million years was his touch not possessive, not almost desperate to the point where you immediately needed more— although it was easy to discern that there was an underlying reason as to why scaramouche kissed you that way, it's as if he was afraid you might slip away if he didn't hold you tight enough.

you broke the kiss only long enough to gasp for air, looking into his doughy eyes as your heart knocks and knocks against your chest, his facial expression drowsy and clouded, his lips swollen and glistening, "scara," you whine, your thighs pressing together.

"hmm?" he just hums an answer, not giving you a chance to say more before capturing your lips yet again, another kiss that was even more fervent than the last one he has given you.

he helps you get onto his lap before one hand slipped under your shirt to play with your tits, instantly targeting your erected nipples with a playful pinch and tug.

you shiver and moan his name, your body responding to his touch with a need that barely matched his own.

he shifts the both of you before pressing you into the bed, his body on top of yours and his lips searching for your neck as it elicits a hefty gasp from your throat.

scaramouche laughs with a deep groan as he continues to pinch your nipples and squeeze your pretty tits, his bangs sticking against his forehead and only showing the pace he was going for.

"scara, please— please," you whine, your hands clutching at his shoulders as you arch into his touch.

he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with desire, "please what, hmm?" he asks teasingly, like he doesn't know what he's doing to you— as if he's not fully aware on how to get you to this point.

his voice was now, consisting of a low growl that sent shivers down your spine before he grabs at his clothed cock to show you what you're doing to him, stroking the obvious bulge in his pants and hissing as he grinds his cock into his palm.

"please don't stop," you whisper and cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at you before your voice trembles in need, "i need you, it feels so good,"

ah, what was the reason he was grumpy about again? because archons— scaramouche swears he forgot, he can forget just about anything when he hears you say that you need him.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[natailiatulls07]

New wag in the paddock

Summary - Being the newest wag in the paddock can be quite daunting but with the right people around you, it's all okay

Warning - None <3

A/n - Slowly easing back into writing?? We'll see lol

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Walking into the paddock with beyond nerve racking, with photographers just inside of the entrance and fans just outside of the entrance - I had no where to hide or breathe.

Luckily walking alongside me with Rebecca Donaldson, Carlos' partner. Because of our partners friendship, we were close friends. She had become someone who'd help me and become like a sister to me in the paddock and even beyond.

This morning particularly she had come over to mine and Landos suite to help me get ready for my first paddock day just after him and Carlos had left. Helping with picking out a gorgeous dress, helping with my makeup and also my hair. Like my own fairy godmother in a way.

'Wow there's a lot of people here...' I whisper in her direction, my eyes took in the busyness of a Sunday morning race day paddock. Next to me, I feel her laugh - She's used to this.

With a soft nod and a slip of an arm round my back, Rebecca is quick to reply. 'Yep it's a race day in Miami, you'll get used to it...' I feel her gently pushing me along, prompiting me not to run back out and go back to the safety of the hotel.

-

It wasn't long before she dropped me off at the McLaren hospitality. Wishing me good luck with a hug and a warm smile before I stand pathically watching her leave me to defend for myself - Almost like a child would whilst being dropped off for their first day of school. In a sense, it was exactly that; I had been dropped off and know expected to make friends until someone I knew would come and safe me.

I breathe in, turn on my heel and walk quietly into the McLaren hospitality. Inside it's modern and high tech, obviously very well thought out. There are multiple seating areas, some small groups accompanying a couple. I can smell fresh coffee as I walk over to a small sofa, sitting there anxiously.

Opening my phone, I can already see multiple notification from various social platforms. I hazard a guess that they are mostly all gossip sites tagging me in their posts.

But one notification stands out to me.

It's on instagram, informing me that I've been added to a groupchat. More specifically a groupchat for the f1 wags. My heart warms at their consideration and kindness, so this is what it feels like to be in a big friendship group of girls.

Soon a few messages start to load into the chat;

lilymhe - Heyyy Y/n! Welcome to the group, this is a safe space for you always xx

francisca.cgomes - Yeah all the girls are in this group so we all gossip, vent and help out in here! Girls support girls obv <3

carmenmmundt - Hi sweetheart!

kellypiquet - Literally if you need anything, send a quick message here and we'll help always x

alexandrasaintmleux - Babes I just saw the photos, you look STUNNING!!! <333

I don't even the big smile that forms on my lips, the feeling of acceptance heavy on my mind. Accidently I don't notice the person in front of me until I hear a soft cough. Looking up I recogise Lando trainer, Jon, stood waiting patiently with a small smile. I gasp at my oblivion. 'Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! You haven't been stood there long, gosh how oblivious can I get?' I nervously ramble.

I've only met him a hand full of times and to keep him waiting felt very rude of me. A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he shakes his head, prompting me to breathe out a sigh of relief.

'No don't worry, I came to get you cause you're boyfriend wants to see you before the race starts...' He explains, watching as I quickly gather my things - I don't want to keep him waiting any longer. 'Hey, no need to rush...' He chuckles, sensing my nerves. It'd be hard not to.

Notable I slow down, no longer rushing to collect myself. I let out a soft sigh, a smile screwing itself onto my lips. And once I have everything, I let Jon lead the way through to Landos garage.

As soon as we walk into the garage, my eyes are immediately drawn to Lando who is stood talking to a few engineers. With his classic smile on his face, something I really do adore is watching as he talks about his job - He really does love it, possible more than me.

I stand there for a few seconds, not wanting to intrude on his conversation. Around me the team work around the garage, clearly buzzing with pre race excitement, nerves and preparation - Something Jon went along with when we arrived.

Then suddenly, I feel eyes on me and I notice Lando walking towards me enthusiastically. As soon as I am in arms reach, I feel his arms slip comfortably around my waist. 'Hi...' I smile, slipping my own arms around his neck. 'How are you doing?'

Lando takes a few seconds, just staring lovingly at me before smirking. 'Good, better now that you're here. How did this morning go? You and Rebecca get here alright?' He questioned, very grateful that I had someone to join this morning.

I nod keenly, moving on to explain about my morning as my hand start to play with some of his mullet. 'Oh I was added to the wag groupchat, they're all really nice people. They said that I can talk to them about anything and ask for advice you know. I've only really met Rebecca so they don't they even know me but they still like accept me, I thought that was the sweet thing ever...' Unintentionally I go onto ramble about the other wags befriending me, only really stopping when I notice his gaze and gentle warm smile. 'Sorry I'm rambling...'

Looking around us, I can see some engineers watching curiously. A mix of his gaze on me, my realization and the engineers watching all make me blush deeply. 'No it's okay...'

His british cuts through my thoughts, reassuring me. 'I'm really happy that you got them beside you, they know what you're going through a lot more than I will ever so that's great!' One of his hands moves up to caress my cheek lovingly.

A comfortable silence falls on us for a few seconds, before I speak up once again. 'So are you ready for the race today? Is the car good?' I ask, despite not really understanding the sport I'm desperate to learn through Lando.

He turns, watching as the engineers do their final preperations and work and nodding confidently. 'Yeah all good! I've got my good luck charm with me and the car is set to do magic today!' Even the way he explains everything, there is a lot of excitement in his voice. I nod, careful to take in all the information he's telling me.

Our conversation continues for a few more minutes before he's notified that he has to make a move to get the car out onto the track. Quick Lando turns back towards me, smiling and pulling me into a tender kiss. 'I love you! Wish me luck!'

I return the same energy and excitement. 'Good luck Lan! You've got this! I love you too!'

-

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[elikajinnie]

not rushing but Part 3 of stealing ur way into my heart PLS PLS PLS (maybe ni-ki ‘kidnaps’ YN AGAIN????)

Steal Your Way To My Heart - N.R (Part 3)

P: Bankrobber! Ni-ki X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Teasing, Murder, Possessiveness, Violence, Manipulation, Blood/Injury, Kidnapping, Ni-ki just wanna spoil you.

Synopsis: Your life was boring—until a visit to the bank changes everything. Now you find yourself under the attention of one of the criminals. Now what do you do when the criminal's attention isn't just on the job but on you?

a/n: alot of you wanted part 3.. not suprised AT ALL! also i think i went overboard with the ending???

part 1 part 2 part 4

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You’d heard stories of people romanticizing criminals—a dangerous allure, the thrill of forbidden love. It wasn’t about the crime itself, but the lengths they’d go to for the ones they loved. A criminal in love would do anything to keep you safe, anything to make you happy, anything to make you theirs.

You never thought that would become your reality. But then, there was Ni-ki.

He was everything you never expected and everything you couldn’t resist. If his eyes caught yours lingering on something in a store window, the very next day it would be in your hands, wrapped up as if it were always meant to belong to you. If you muttered even a passing complaint about your laptop’s sluggish speed, you’d come home to find a brand-new one waiting on your desk. If you craved something—anything—at an inconvenient hour, he’d be out the door before you could even protest, returning with your heart’s desire in hand.

When you felt lonely, he’d wrap you in his arms, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in his world. If the weight of the day dragged you down, he’d show up unannounced with ice cream and a quiet willingness to listen as you vented, his hand tracing soothing circles on your back.

Ni-ki gave you the world on a silver platter, no hesitation, no limits. All he asked of you in return was silence.

Keep quiet about his identity. Keep quiet about the things you knew, the things you’d seen. Keep quiet about the man that lived his life in shadows, on the wrong side of the law.

It should’ve felt wrong. But when he looked at you with those dark, unrelenting eyes, as if you were the only thing keeping him tethered to this world, it felt so right. And slowly, silently, you found yourself slipping further into his world.

And that world was as alluring as it was dangerous.

You told yourself you weren’t complicit. After all, you weren’t the one out there breaking the law. You didn’t ask for the gifts, didn’t demand the way he spoiled you. But the truth sat heavily in the back of your mind: you weren’t stopping him either.

How could you, when the way he looked at you made your knees weak? When the way he spoke to you, soft and reverent, made you feel like you were the center of his universe?

Ni-ki had a way of making the rest of the world blur into nothing. His attention was absolute, and it smothered the small voice inside you whispering that this couldn’t last. That you were playing with fire.

He made you feel safe, in the most ironic of ways. It wasn’t just about the extravagant gifts or the affection he lavished on you. It was the promise he carried, unspoken but clear: No one will ever hurt you. Not while I’m here.

And you believed him. Because Ni-ki wasn’t just intense—he was capable. A dangerous kind of capable. You’d seen glimpses of it in the way he carried himself, the way he talked about the people in his life. He was a man who got what he wanted, and what he wanted... was you.

But sometimes, when you were alone in the quiet of your room, staring at the ring he’d slipped onto your finger or the necklace he’d fastened around your neck, unease would creep in.

This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t safe.

Yet, when the familiar buzz of your phone pulled you out of those thoughts, your lips would curve into an involuntary smile at his name lighting up the screen.

"What are you up to, doll?" his text would read, and just like that, the doubts would vanish.

You couldn’t resist him.

It was good, or at least you told yourself it was. But you should have known, deep down, that being involved with someone like Ni-ki would come with its own set of risks—risks that you were too enamored with him to fully comprehend at first.

There were those nights when you lay in bed, phone in hand, waiting for his message or his call. You'd silently hope everything went smoothly, that he’d come back safe from his latest heist. You’d even find yourself counting the seconds between each of his texts, praying he wasn’t in the middle of something dangerous. Every time he disappeared for an operation, it was like a part of you disappeared with him.

You didn’t care that he was breaking the law. What worried you, what gnawed at you in the quiet of your room, was that you were rooting for him to succeed. To come home unscathed. A criminal. You told yourself it was the person he was, not the acts he committed. But even you couldn’t deny the thrill of his daring lifestyle, the way he made it all seem effortless.

Then were the nights that reminded you of the reality you were living in.

The first time it happened, you froze. The sight of Ni-ki at your door, blood seeping through his shirt, his lip split and bruises already forming on his face—it made your heart lurch. He had given you a weak, crooked smile, brushing it off like it was nothing.

“Rival gang got a little bold,” he’d said casually, like he wasn’t bleeding on your floor.

You didn’t ask questions. You didn’t even let yourself think. Instead, you grabbed the medical bag from your bathroom and got to work.

He sat still, his eyes trained on you as you cleaned the wounds, wincing when you pressed too hard but never complaining.

"You’ve done this before," he murmured, his voice soft and teasing, though his eyes betrayed something deeper.

"Not for someone like you," you shot back, more focused on patching him up than entertaining his flirtation.

It was a vicious cycle—one that pulled you deeper into his world with every passing day.

“Why do you do this?” you asked him one night as you taped up his ribs, your voice quieter than you intended.

His head tilted slightly, his dark eyes meeting yours. “Do what?”

“This.” You gestured vaguely, not just at his injuries but at the life he was leading. “Why keep doing this when you could... I don’t know... stop?”

He let out a low chuckle, but it wasn’t mocking. It was almost... sad.

“Because it’s all I know, doll. And because it gives me the means to give you the world.”

Your hands froze for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in.

He reached out, his fingers brushing yours. “You’re the only thing that makes any of it worth it.”

You didn’t respond. What could you say? You hated how those words made your heart swell, how they made the danger of it all seem almost... worth it.

To be honest, you thought you’d reached a sort of balance with Ni-ki’s lifestyle. You’d continue your normal routine—work, school, whatever—and he’d do his heists, keeping that part of his life mostly separate from you. It wasn’t ideal, sure, but you’d adjusted to it. Or so you thought.

Only fate had other plans. Apparently, you were cursed. Because somehow, for the third time—three times—you found yourself smack dab in the middle of one of his heists. What were the odds, honestly? Was the universe playing some sort of sick joke?

You were at the bank, planning to cash out your latest paycheck. Simple, mundane, nothing out of the ordinary. The line was moving slow, and you’d already checked your phone twice to pass the time. You glanced around, noticing the increased security: guards stationed at every corner, sleek new cameras on the walls, and some sort of high-tech door by the vault area. The bank had recently upgraded its building, and with it, its security measures. More money, gold bars, you’d heard. It explained all the extra precautions.

You huffed, annoyed but not exactly concerned. Whatever, you thought. None of this was your problem. You just wanted to get your cash and leave.

But then the atmosphere shifted.

It was subtle at first—a faint tension in the air. The guards seemed on edge, their hands hovering near their weapons. You noticed one of them muttering into his earpiece, his eyes darting toward a door in the back.

And then it happened.

The door bursted open, and chaos erupted.

You froze, your stomach dropping as a group of masked figures stormed in, guns raised. People screamed, dropping to the floor as the robbers barked orders. Your heart raced, the scene all too familiar, and for a moment, you couldn’t believe it. Again? Really?

And then you saw him.

Even with the mask, you recognized Ni-ki immediately. The way he moved, the way he commanded the room—it was unmistakable.

You ducked down, blending in with the terrified crowd, hoping—praying—that this time, you could just stay out of it. That he had not seen you, let you go about your day like any normal person trying to cash their paycheck.

But, of course, the universe had other plans.

It didn’t take long before one of his crew members, a tall guy with a skull bandana, spotted you. He leaned in, whispering something to Ni-ki, and you saw his shoulders stiffen.

Seconds later, Ni-ki was standing in front of you, his dark eyes boring into yours through the slits of his mask.

“Really?” you hissed under your breath, unable to stop yourself.

He didn’t respond, just grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet. “You’re with me,” he said, his voice low and firm, leaving no room for argument.

You opened your mouth to protest, but the look he gave you silenced you immediately. This wasn’t Ni-ki, your overly attentive, borderline smothering boyfriend. This was Ni-ki, the criminal, the one who didn’t take no for an answer.

“Just stay close,” he muttered, his hand still gripping your arm as he led you toward the back.

Oh, you were cursed, all right.

“Three times,” you whispered harshly as he pushed you into a corner, shielding you as his crew worked. “Three. Times. Do you have any idea how unlucky that is?”

His eyes softened, just for a moment. “Maybe it’s fate,” he said.

“Fate?” you echoed, incredulous. “You’re unbelievable.”

Seriously, three times?

You watched the chaos unfold around you, your heart pounding in your chest as the robbers moved with precision. Some of them were threatening the bystanders, waving guns in their faces, while others kept a close eye on the security guards, forcing them into submission. A few of them disappeared through the back doors, probably heading toward the vault.

What struck you, though, was the sheer number of them. There were more robbers than you’d expected—at least nine in total, all clad in black and masks, moving like a well-oiled machine. It was a far cry from the small group you’d seen the last time, and you couldn’t help but wonder if Ni-ki had been planning this for a while.

You looked around, trying to stay low, your heart racing as the tension built. This wasn’t just another robbery; something felt off about it.

Then, the unmistakable sound of a gunshot shattered the air, followed by a scream. You snapped your head toward the noise, your stomach twisting.

One of the robbers had shot a security guard. The body crumpled to the floor, blood pooling around him. The room went silent for a brief moment, the horror of it settling over everyone like a heavy weight.

Your breath caught in your throat as you looked at Ni-ki, half-expecting him to react. But he didn’t. He barely flinched. He was still standing there, his posture relaxed.

His calmness, his lack of reaction to what just happened, sent a chill down your spine.

He glanced at you for a split second, meeting your gaze with a look of indifference. “Don’t worry, doll,” he said, his voice soft but firm, like he was reassuring you about something you shouldn’t be worried about. “This is how it goes.”

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sick feeling in your stomach. This is how it goes? Did he really think this was normal? That killing someone was just a part of the job?

But you couldn’t say anything. Not when you were stuck here, not when you were caught in the middle of this madness.

As much as you hated it, you couldn’t ignore the fact that Ni-ki was still in control. The room seemed to bend to his will, the other robbers moving as he directed them, securing the area and getting what they needed.

You were just a bystander. Someone caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. And yet, somehow, Ni-ki had dragged you into this once again.

Ni-ki suddenly waved over another robber, his gesture subtle but clear. The man, wearing a similar balaclava to the others, approached with a silent, purposeful stride. Ni-ki leaned in to whisper something to him, his words low and quick, his hand brushing briefly against the robber's arm before he walked off.

The new robber turned his attention to you, his eyes scanning you with interest. He came to a stop beside you, standing just a little too close for comfort. His presence was imposing, his body language relaxed but alert, as though he was waiting for something from you.

You could feel the weight of his gaze, the kind that made you want to shrink back, but you forced yourself to stand tall. You could feel your pulse quicken, knowing that the situation was escalating.

The robber leaned down close to you, his breath warm against your ear. His voice was low, almost too soft for anyone else to hear, but it sent a shiver down your spine.

"So you're Wolf's girlfriend... pretty," he murmured, the compliment laced with something darker, a subtle edge to his tone. "He clearly has good taste, I see."

You couldn’t help but feel a sudden unease. His words weren’t meant to flatter you, but to remind you of your place.

You glanced at Ni-ki, his back was to you, but you could feel his presence, even at a distance, like a constant weight in the room.

The man beside you gave you an almost predatory look, as if he was trying to gauge your reaction. You stiffened, instinctively taking a step back, but he matched your movement, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Don’t be shy,” he chuckled softly, the sound unsettling in the tense silence that had filled the bank. “You’re just a pretty face caught in the wrong place, huh?”

You didn’t know how to respond. Was he trying to intimidate you, or was it just a twisted attempt at flirting? Either way, you weren’t about to play into it.

You clenched your fists at your sides, trying to ignore the pounding in your chest. You couldn’t afford to show fear.

He seemed to sense your hesitation, his smirk widening. “Don’t worry, pretty. We’re just here for the money, not for you. Though…” He trailed off, looking you up and down. “Maybe when all this is over, we can have some fun.”

You grimaced as the robber's words sank in, feeling a wave of disgust wash over you. You snapped back, trying to put some space between you two. “I’m not interested,” you said sharply, your voice firm, hoping to end the uncomfortable exchange.

But the man didn't take your refusal well. He gripped your wrist painfully, and before you could pull away, he yanked you closer. His breath was foul, and his smirk turned into something more sinister. “I didn’t give you an option, sweetheart," he said in a low voice, his hand squeezing your wrist, pulling you closer.

You felt your stomach churn, panic beginning to rise, and as you turned, you saw Ni-ki.

Without a word, Ni-ki moved with terrifying speed, his fist connecting with the robber's face with a sickening thud. The man staggered back, his hands flying up to his face in shock, and he dropped to the floor with a gasp of pain.

The robber groaned, his voice trembling as he muttered, “Please, I didn’t mean any—”

But Ni-ki didn’t let him finish. With one swift motion, he raised his gun, aiming it directly at the robber’s head. There was no hesitation in his movements, no mercy in his eyes. “You don’t touch what’s mine,” he mumbled coldly, and then the sharp crack of the gunshot echoed through the bank.

The sound of the gunshot still reverberated in your ears as you stood there, frozen. You tried to process everything, but it felt like the world around you had slowed down, your mind struggling to catch up with the situation.

Ni-ki, however, seemed unaffected. With a calmness that unsettled you, he stepped toward you, his movements smooth as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his jacket pocket. Before you could even react, he swiftly cuffed your hands, his fingers working with precision as he secured the metal around your wrists.

Your heart raced, and you felt a surge of panic in your chest. "What are you—" you began to ask, but he didn't let you finish.

His hand was already on your arm, pulling you close to him with ease. You could feel his body heat radiating against yours as he moved, guiding you along with him. Despite the tightness of the cuffs, you didn’t fight back—there was no point. The last thing you wanted was to make him angry.

He leaned in, his lips close to your ear, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, “Are you okay?” His voice was soft, almost too gentle, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

"I’m fine," you managed, though your voice didn’t sound convincing, even to you.

Ni-ki didn’t respond with words. Instead, he simply nodded before guiding you down the hall toward the vault, his grip firm but not painful as he kept you close to him. When you reached the vault, your eyes widened at the scene before you.

The massive steel door had been forced open, exposing rows of shelves stacked with cash, gold bars, and other valuables. Several masked robbers were inside, hurriedly stuffing money and goods into black duffel bags. The sight was surreal, like something out of a heist movie.

“Move faster!” Ni-ki’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding as he shouted orders to the robbers in the vault. “We’ve got five minutes. No screw-ups. Grab the high-value stuff and leave the rest.”

Despite the urgency in his tone, his hand never left your waist, his hold on you protective and possessive. His other hand held his gun, ready for anyone or anything that dared to interrupt the operation.

He guided you to a spot just outside the vault, positioning you near a wall. His grip loosened, but he didn’t fully let go, leaning in close enough for you to catch his scent—a mix of leather and something distinctly him.

“Stay here,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Before you could respond, he turned and jogged off, barking more commands at the others. You were left standing awkwardly in the chaos, cuffed hands resting against your stomach, unsure of what to do.

The robbers moved with precision, barely acknowledging your presence as they loaded bag after bag with stolen goods. One guy accidentally dropped a stack of cash, swearing under his breath before hastily picking it up and shoving it into a bag.

You glanced around, your heart pounding as you tried to make sense of the situation. What were you even doing here? How had your life spiraled into this? Here you were—cuffed, stuck, and utterly helpless—wondering how much deeper you were going to get pulled into Ni-ki’s world.

The chaos erupted so suddenly it was like the air had been sucked out of the room. One moment, it was frantic but controlled—the next, gunfire rang out, deafening and sharp. Screams filled the air, mixing with the sound of shattering glass and shouted commands.

Your heart leapt into your throat as you turned toward the entrance of the building. Through the haze of fear and confusion, you spotted SWAT teams swarming outside, their weapons drawn and aimed. The robbers scattered like startled animals, some returning fire, others ducking for cover.

Instinctively, you tried to move, your cuffed hands fumbling as you scrambled backward, desperate to get away from the line of fire. Your breaths came fast and shallow, panic clouding your mind. But before you could get far, a strong hand wrapped around your ankle, yanking you back with force.

You screamed, kicking out in desperation, but it was no use. The grip on your ankle tightened as you were dragged across the floor, your palms scraping against the cold tiles.

“No, no, no—let me go!” you cried out, thrashing in vain.

The next thing you knew, you were hoisted off the ground and thrown over someone’s shoulder like you weighed nothing. The world spun, your vision blurring as you clung to whatever part of them you could grab, your nails digging into their back.

The sharp smell of gunpowder filled your nostrils as the masked figure carrying you moved swiftly through the chaos. The sound of bullets whizzing past was deafening, each one making you flinch and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Stop squirming,” the familiar voice snapped, cutting through the noise.

You peeked through your fingers and realized it was Ni-ki who had you. Relief mixed with the lingering panic, but it didn’t last long.

Ni-ki barreled through the bank’s back entrance, outside, the chaos was no better.

“Keep your head down,” Ni-ki growled, his voice low and commanding.

You buried your face in his back, clutching his shirt tightly as he sprinted toward a waiting black van parked in the alley. The van door slid open, and Ni-ki jumped in with you still slung over his shoulder.

The sound of heavy boots thudding against the pavement grew louder as the other robbers began rushing toward the van. Ni-ki hadn’t even set you down yet when the first of them jumped inside, lugging a heavy bag filled with cash and valuables.

“Move it! Move it!” one of them shouted, their voice muffled under their mask.

Ni-ki set you down on the van floor, keeping a firm hand on your arm as you tried to steady yourself. Before you could get a proper grip on what was happening, more of the crew piled in, tossing bags haphazardly into the cramped space.

Bullets ricocheted off the walls outside, sparks flying as a few of the robbers returned fire toward the SWAT team. You flinched, shrinking back as far as you could, the deafening sound making your ears ring.

“Let’s go!” one of the masked figures barked, slamming the butt of their gun against the side of the van for emphasis.

Two more robbers dove in, the last one firing a few wild shots toward the pursuing officers before scrambling inside.

“Drive, drive, drive!” someone shouted, and the van jolted to life, screeching out of the alley and onto the main road.

The door slammed shut behind them, cutting off some of the chaos from outside, but the tension inside the van was suffocating. The vehicle swerved sharply as the driver pushed it to its limits, tires screeching with every turn.

You clung to one of the seat straps, your heart hammering in your chest as the robbers began shouting over each other.

“Did we get everything?”

“Almost—lost some time with the cops showing up so fast!”

“Who the hell tipped them off?”

“Shut up and focus!” Ni-ki’s voice cut through the noise, sharp and commanding. The chatter immediately died down, all eyes turning to him.

Ni-ki was seated next to you now, his hand still on your arm, almost like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

“Is everyone here? Anyone hurt?”

A few grumbled responses confirmed they were all accounted for, though one of the guys was cradling his arm, blood seeping through his sleeve.

“We’ll patch him up later,” Ni-ki muttered, his tone cold. “What matters is we got what we came for.”

The robbers nodded, some leaning back to catch their breath while others opened the bags to inspect their haul. You couldn’t help but glance at the glittering jewelry, thick wads of cash, and the gold bars.

Ni-ki caught you staring and leaned closer, his voice low so only you could hear. “Like what you see, doll?” he teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

You hesitated for a moment, but instead of denying it, you simply shrugged, your silence saying enough.

Without another word, he turned to the bag next to him, unzipping it with practiced ease. His hand disappeared inside before emerging with a dazzling diamond necklace.

“Hold still,” he murmured, as if this was just another casual moment between the two of you.

Before you could protest, he reached around and clasped the necklace around your neck, his fingers brushing against your skin. You froze, your breath hitching as the cool weight of the diamonds settled against your collarbone.

You looked at him, wide-eyed and unsure of what to say. But Ni-ki didn’t offer any explanation. “Perfect,” he muttered under his breath, almost like he was talking to himself.

The moment was broken by the distant wail of sirens, growing louder and closer with each passing second.

“Shit,” one of the robbers hissed, peeking through a small window at the back. “They’re gaining on us!”

Ni-ki’s demeanor shifted in an instant, he turned toward the driver. “Lose them. Now.”

The van jerked violently as the driver took a hard turn, sending you stumbling against Ni-ki. He steadied you with one arm, his other hand gripping the edge of the seat for balance.

“Keep your head down,” he ordered, his voice calm.

The other robbers were already arming themselves, checking their weapons and preparing for a potential standoff.

The deafening sound of gunfire erupted around you, each shot rattling through the van like a thunderclap. You flinched with every pull of the trigger, instinctively pressing your hands over your ears and squeezing your eyes shut.

The van swerved again, the sharp turn nearly throwing you off balance as you shrank further into yourself, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

A bullet shattered the rear window, glass spraying everywhere. You gasped, curling in on yourself as shards bounced off your shoulders. Ni-ki was immediately in front of you, shielding you with his body.

“Hey, focus on me,” he said, his voice somehow steady despite the chaos. His hands cupped your face, forcing you to look at him. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

You couldn’t speak, all you could do was nod.

Ni-ki’s hands dropped from your face as he turned away, grabbing a gun from one of the other robbers.

You barely had time to react before he moved to the back of the van, firing out of the shattered window with precise aim. The sound of his shots rang loud and clear, each one making you flinch.

You pressed your hands harder over your ears, squeezing your eyes shut again. Your heart pounded furiously in your chest, and you couldn’t stop the panicked thought that ran circles in your mind: Why didn’t he just leave me at the bank?

It would have been so much simpler. You could have stayed behind, let the chaos unfold without you. But no—he had to drag you into this madness, handcuffed and helpless in the middle of a full-on gunfight.

The van swerved sharply again, and you were thrown to the side, hitting your shoulder against the cold metal wall. A small whimper escaped your lips, but no one seemed to notice—or care.

“Wolf, we can’t shake them!” someone yelled from the front.

“Then make a damn decision!” Ni-ki snapped back, his voice loud and authoritative. You peeked through your lashes, catching a glimpse of him leaning out of the window, gun in hand.

You wanted to scream at him, to yell that you didn’t belong here, that this wasn’t your fight. But all you could do was sit there, frozen and trembling.

Another gunshot—closer this time—shattered what was left of your composure. “Why didn’t you leave me?” you finally muttered under your breath, your voice shaking as tears slipped down your cheeks.

Ni-ki didn’t hear you, too focused on reloading his weapon. But when he glanced back and saw you curled in on yourself, trembling and tear-streaked, something shifted in his expression.

And that’s all it took. That single moment of distraction—the sight of you trembling—for a bullet to find its mark.

It hit Ni-ki in the shoulder, and he staggered back with a groan, clutching the wound tightly. “Fuck!” he hissed through gritted teeth, blood already seeping through his fingers.

You gasped, eyes widening as panic overtook you. “Ni-ki!”

“I’m fine,” he snapped, though the strain in his voice betrayed the pain he was in. His hand shot to his side, grabbing something from his vest. Before you could make sense of what was happening, he pulled the pin on a grenade and hurled it out of the shattered window.

The explosion came almost instantly, a deafening roar that rattled the van and shook the air around you.

The van swerved sharply as the driver cursed under his breath, but the maneuver worked—the sound of sirens began to fade, growing more distant with each passing second. The other robbers exchanged hurried words, but all you could focus on was Ni-ki as he moved toward you, his hand still pressed against his bleeding shoulder.

He groaned, slumping down beside you, his back against the van wall. “You good?” he muttered, his voice rough but laced with genuine concern.

You couldn’t answer at first, too overwhelmed by the chaos, the noise, and the sight of him injured. Finally, you managed a shaky nod. “I’m fine… but you—Ni-ki, you’re not okay!”

“Takes more than this to take me down, doll.” His words were cocky, but the way his jaw clenched betrayed how much pain he was in.

You reached out hesitantly, your hand hovering near his wounded shoulder. “Let me—”

“Nah,” he cut you off, shaking his head. “Not now. We’ll deal with it later.” He leaned his head back against the van, letting out a slow, shaky exhale.

His free hand reached out, fingers brushing against yours as he pulled your hand into his lap. “Don’t look at me like that,” he murmured. “I’m fine. You’re safe. That’s all that matters.”

You frowned, “this isn’t normal, Ni-ki! You can’t just keep pretending like everything’s fine when you’re—when you’re bleeding!”

He chuckled softly, the sound low and a little strained. “It’s my life, sweetheart.” He squeezed your hand gently, his voice softening.

Your heart twisted at his words, torn between fear, anger, and before you could respond, another robber called out from the front.

“Wolf, you good back there?”

“Peachy,” Ni-ki shot back sarcastically, though his grip on your hand tightened. “Just keep driving.”

You stared at him, your thoughts racing. How did you end up here, with a criminal who acted like shielding you was his life’s mission? And why, despite everything, did you not want to let go of his hand?

Eventually, the van skidded to a stop at a checkpoint—a hidden clearing far from prying eyes. The robbers scrambled out with hurried precision, splitting up and dispersing into various vehicles parked nearby.

Ni-ki grabbed your hand, guiding you toward a sleek red car. You barely registered what was happening, still shaken from everything that had just unfolded. Another man wearing an old-man mask slid into the backseat, moving with practiced ease.

As soon as the doors shut, both men removed their masks. Ni-ki tossed his in the back and exhaled sharply, his jaw tight with pain. Without a word, he shrugged off his black jacket, revealing a plain black t-shirt underneath. Blood was already soaking through the fabric near his shoulder.

You watched in stunned silence as he grabbed a knife from the glove compartment and sliced through his jacket. With a strip of fabric in hand, he carefully wrapped it around his wound, hissing under his breath. His movements were efficient, no-nonsense, and all you could do was gape at him.

The man in the backseat—who had removed his mask to reveal a stern-looking face—reached down and slid a rifle under the seat. He glanced at you briefly, his expression unreadable, before settling back in his seat like nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

“Seriously?” you finally found your voice, though it sounded weaker than you wanted it to. “You’re just going to—what—wrap up your bullet wound with a piece of jacket and act like it’s fine?”

Ni-ki didn’t look at you, focusing instead on tightening the makeshift bandage. “What else do you want me to do? Stop by a hospital?” His tone was sarcastic, but his eyes briefly flicked to yours, softening ever so slightly. “I’ll deal with it later.”

You stared at him, incredulous. “This is insane. You’re insane.”

He smirked, leaning back in the driver’s seat. “You’re just figuring that out now?”

The man in the back snorted, muttering something under his breath about "lovers' quarrels."

Before you could respond, Ni-ki turned the ignition, the car roaring to life. He adjusted the rearview mirror, cast one last glance at the other vehicles scattering from the checkpoint, and then peeled out onto the empty road.

You sat there, trying to process everything, but your mind was in a wirlwind.

“You okay there in the back?” Ni-ki asked suddenly, glancing in the rearview mirror at the man in the backseat.

“Fine,” the guy grunted, leaning back with his arms crossed. “Clean getaway, but close. Too close.”

Ni-ki hummed in agreement, his focus shifting back to the road.

And then his eyes flicked to you, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You hanging in there, doll?”

You turned to him, your expression a mix of disbelief and frustration. “Do I look like I’m hanging in there?”

Ni-ki chuckled, his tone annoyingly casual. “Fair point.”

“Wolf,” the man in the backseat said, his voice low. “We’re not out of this yet. You know they’ll be looking for us.”

“I know,” Ni-ki replied, his tone hardening. “That’s why we keep moving.”

You slumped back in your seat, crossing your arms. The reality of the situation hit you again: you were in a getaway car with a wounded criminal and his armed accomplice.

It didn’t make sense. None of this did. And yet, here you were.

The car rolled to a stop in front of a dimly lit gas station, the engine idling for a moment before Ni-ki turned it off. The quiet of the night surrounded you, the soft hum of the station’s lights flickering above. Ni-ki’s boots tapped on the pavement as he got out of the car and made his way to the trunk. You watched in the rearview mirror, eyes tracing his every movement.

He popped open the trunk, rummaged around for a moment, and then pulled out a black leather jacket. He slid it on effortlessly, his movements confident and smooth, like he was getting ready for something important—something dangerous. As he adjusted the collar, he came back to the front of the car, meeting your eyes briefly.

“Need anything while I’m in there?” Ni-ki asked you.

You shook your head, the thought of asking for anything—food, water, anything—seemed trivial.

He didn’t wait for a second response, his gaze flicking to the guy in the backseat. The moment his eyes met the man’s, there was an unspoken warning.

Without another word, Ni-ki walked into the gas station, leaving you alone with the other guy in the back.

You stared out of the window, your thoughts racing, when you suddenly felt a shift in the air. The guy in the backseat shifted his weight, leaning forward slightly, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.

Before you could react, he spoke.

“You’re pretty quiet for someone who’s been caught up in all this,” he muttered, his voice low and rough. “But I get it. Must be hard to process, huh?”

You didn’t respond, choosing instead to keep your eyes trained on the rearview mirror. The sound of your cuffed hands clinking slightly as you moved didn’t escape his notice.

“Still wearing those, huh?” He let out a small, mocking chuckle, leaning even closer. “Ni-ki really knows how to treat a lady, doesn’t he? He’ll keep you close, but just remember, you’re still a prisoner in his little world.”

You stiffened, the words hitting you harder than expected. The guy’s tone was dripping with condescension, but you refused to let it show. You glanced over at him, your voice tight with anger.

“Don’t talk about him like you know anything.”

The man didn’t flinch at your words; in fact, he seemed to enjoy the reaction. “Oh, I know more than you think. But you don’t get it, do you? Ni-ki isn’t the kind of guy who plays nice with people who don’t fall in line.”

You felt your blood run cold at the implication, your hands instinctively tightening against the cuffs. You glanced at the rearview mirror again, but Ni-ki was still nowhere in sight. The sound of the man’s voice grew closer as he leaned even further forward.

“You’re just a tool to him, you know. Nothing more. The moment you stop being useful, you’re out.”

The harsh words hit you like a slap, and for a moment, your throat went dry. You swallowed, trying to shake the fear crawling up your spine. He had no idea what he was talking about.

“Don’t talk like that,” you managed to snap, trying to ignore the way your hands shook slightly, still cuffed together. “You don’t know a damn thing about me or Ni-ki.”

The man suddenly gripped your face, his fingers digging into your skin as he forced you to look at him. “You know, I could treat you so much better than Ni-ki ever will,” he sneered, his breath hot against your face.

Without a second thought, you punched him square in the jaw. The force of the blow made him stumble back slightly, and you spat out a curse. “Don't you dare touch me.”

The man was about to snap back, his eyes narrowing with rage, when suddenly the car door opened. Ni-ki slid into the driver's seat. The moment the man saw him, he shut his mouth, leaning back in his seat like nothing had happened, trying to act nonchalant.

But you saw the way the man's eyes flickered nervously, the tension in his body betraying the act. You shot him a glare, your heart still pounding from the confrontation.

Ni-ki didn’t even spare him a glance, his focus now on you. His hand rested on your thigh, his gaze flickering over you for a moment—like he was trying to read you.

After a long beat, he hummed softly, his hand leaving your thigh as he pushed open the door and got out of the car. You couldn’t help but watch him as he walked around the vehicle, his steps purposeful. The moment he opened the back door, the man scrambled out of the seat, a look of panic flashing across his face.

You couldn’t hear the conversation, but you could see them move behind the gas station. The man seemed to be pleading, his posture defensive, but Ni-ki didn’t look like he was in a mood for mercy.

You were left alone in the car.

Ni-ki returned after a few moments, his footsteps steady and calm. He slid into the car, his usual confident demeanor returning, though there was a faint trace of blood on his cheek. His eyes met yours before he leaned in toward you.

His hand was gentle as he gripped your jaw, pulling you closer, his lips pressing against yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. You found yourself melting into it, your hands moving to his shirt, gripping it tightly as his groan vibrated against your lips.

When he pulled back, his eyes were locked on your lips, a satisfied smile tugging at his features. "You know," he murmured, his voice husky, "all my colleagues are jealous. They all want you... but they can’t have you. None of them. Only me.”

How could you respond to that?

He leaned back in his seat, starting the car with a smooth motion, his attention shifting back to the road. The hum of the engine filled the quiet, but neither of you said anything more about what had just happened behind the gas station. You didn’t need to ask. You knew. You knew what he had done to the man.

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Ni-ki drove through the city streets, eventually parking the car in a dark alley, the sound of the engine dying as he shifted into gear and stepped out. You followed, still trying to process everything that had happened in the past few hours.

As you stepped out of the car, he went straight to the trunk, opening it with a practiced motion. He pulled out two duffel bags and a backpack and slung them over his shoulder, his movements smooth and quick. Then, without a word, he grabbed a jacket from the backseat and carefully draped it over your cuffed hands, hiding the metal from sight.

His hand landed on your waist again, guiding you through the quiet alleyway, keeping you close. His steps were steady, but there was a quiet urgency to them as he led you down the darkened streets.

After a few moments, you arrived at a fancy-looking hotel, its glass doors reflecting the city lights. Ni-ki led you inside, the lobby quiet and elegant, far removed from the chaos that had happened just hours ago. He approached the check-in counter, exchanged a few words with the clerk, and before you knew it, you were on your way up to a suite in the elevator.

The doors slid shut with a soft chime, and you both stood there in the quiet, the only sound being the hum of the elevator as it ascended. You glanced at Ni-ki, his expression unreadable. There was no trace of the man who had shot, threatened, and manipulated the night away. Instead, he seemed almost... calm. It unsettled you, and yet, a part of you still couldn’t quite look away.

When the elevator finally stopped, Ni-ki led you out into a luxurious hallway, his grip on your waist firm but gentle. The suite was only a few doors down, and he opened it easily with a keycard. You stepped inside, blinking at the spacious room. Everything was sleek and modern—large windows that overlooked the city skyline, a plush bed, and a sitting area that seemed almost too extravagant for someone like you.

Ni-ki set the duffel bags down near the door and glanced at you. "Make yourself comfortable," he said, his tone softer now.

You hesitated for a moment before sliding the jacket off, your cuffed hands in full view. You motioned to them, silently asking him to remove the cuffs.

He looked at your hands, then back at you, his gaze steady. For a brief moment, you thought he might actually release you, but instead, he stepped closer. A slow smirk spread across his face as he leaned down slightly, his voice low and teasing.

"You look good like this," he said, his tone smooth and calculated. "You have no idea what I could do with you. How I could have you like this... decorated in jewels, money—everything you’ve ever wanted, and more."

Before you could react, he grabbed you by the waist and gently but firmly placed you on the bed, guiding you to lie down. Your breath caught as the soft mattress sank beneath you.

Ni-ki didn’t stop there. He unzipped one of the duffel bags, pulling out stacks of cash, and before you knew it, he was showering you with money, letting the crisp bills flutter down over you like confetti.

"Tell me," he murmured, looking down at you with a sly grin, "how does it feel?"

You lay there, surrounded by the fluttering bills, the sound of them settling around you filling the silence. For a moment, you didn't know how to respond. The situation felt so bizarre. Money. So much of it, heaped on top of you.

You looked up at Ni-ki, his gaze intense, waiting for a reaction. The teasing smirk still lingered on his lips, but there was something else in his eyes now, something more curious. He was watching you closely, almost studying your reaction.

You shifted slightly, the money crinkling beneath you. "It feels..." you began, unsure of how to describe the overwhelming mix of emotions.

Ni-ki leaned in closer, his voice soft but still carrying that edge of authority. "You can have all of it, you know. Everything you’ve ever wanted. All it takes is just you staying with me."

Your heart raced. His words, they hit differently, the weight of them sinking in as he brushed some of the money off you, letting his fingers linger along your arm, his touch light but possessive.

"You like it, don't you?" he murmured, almost as if daring you to admit it. "The power, the luxury, all of it... having anything you want given to you."

You blinked up at him, unsure if you should speak, if you could trust yourself to say the right thing.

"I—" You swallowed, still uncertain. "This isn’t just about the money, is it?"

Ni-ki chuckled softly, the sound warm but still filled with that underlying edge. "No, it’s not just about the money. It’s about everything. About me and you, how we could be, how I can make you want this... make you want me."

The way he spoke, the way he held you...

"I want you to trust me," he said, his hand now brushing over your cheek. "Just for now. Let go and let me take care of you."

You stared up at him, your mind a whirlwind of thoughts, but all you could do was nod. You watched as Ni-ki’s posture relaxed, his intense gaze softening for a second before he leaned down, you closed your eyes as his lips brushed against yours. The kiss deepened, and you felt your resistance slowly melt away.

Money was power, they said. And Ni-ki, with all his wealth and control, was offering you that power. He was right here, sharing it with you, giving you the kind of life that many could only dream of, for better or for worse.

You wanted to let go and let him guide you through it all. You hadn’t really realized how much you craved someone taking control until now, until Ni-ki.

Ni-ki pulled back slowly, both of you breathing heavily as the air between you shifted. His eyes never left yours, dark and intense, as he caught his breath. For a moment, everything was quiet, save for the sound of your racing heartbeats.

Then, he hooked a finger in the diamond necklace still resting on your neck, and you felt his gaze flicker down to it. "What should I put on you?" he muttered, more to himself than to you, as his lips traced the curve of your jaw. "Diamonds? Rubies? Or maybe faux fur..."

You couldn’t help but shiver as his words trailed off, his breath warm against your skin. His kisses were light at first, brushing over your collarbone, but soon they deepened, traveling slowly over your neck.

You let out a soft breath as Ni-ki's lips moved lower, his hands gently caressing your shoulders as if he were imagining what to adorn you with next. His words, playful yet possessive, lingered in your mind as he kissed down your skin, making your thoughts blur into one—his.

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SUMMARY: 4 times that Y/N and Matt made a couple's trend on tiktok.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: Kinda?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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1. Decorating my boyfriend's car super girly and seeing his reaction

Going downstairs quietly so as not to wake anyone, considering it was still too early for any of the triplets - and even Y/N - to be awake, Y/N entered the garage. Matt's car, an impeccably clean black one, was there, parked and oblivious to what was coming.

The girl turned on the room light and made sure she had closed the door before finally unlocking the car ones by simply touching the small control in her hands.

Opening the driver's door with her unoccupied hand, Y/N climbed in, sitting down on the seat, a sound of complaint escaping her throat as she noticed how far and low the seat was - obviously adjusted for Matt's height. She quickly adjusted the position of it until she felt comfortable and, finally, put her phone in the support attached to the lower center of the windowshield, exactly where the boys supported their camera during car videos, her right hand instinctively flying towards the ceiling lights, turning it on.

Y/N unlocked the device and quickly browsed through the apps until she found TikTok, opening it and entering the recording space, adjusting the focus to ensure that every detail was captured, and pressed the red button.

"Good morning, TikTok!" The girl muttered in a low tone, a mischievous glint clearly apparent in her eyes. "Today, I'm going to do the biggest trolling of all in my boyfriend's car. Let’s turn it into a real preppy car!"

Y/N started by taking the first piece from the box of items she had prepared: a pink fuzzy cover for the steering wheel. The cover was a vibrant pink, with a soft, cozy feel to the touch.

Y/N carefully slid the cover over its right place, making sure every inch was covered and fitted perfectly. The fluff glowed below the yellow light, giving the steering wheel a luxurious, exaggerated appearance.

Then, she picked up two pink cup holders, filled with glitter, both twinkling every time the light hit one of them, as if it was full of little stars. Y/N laughed to herself as she placed them on the center console's cup rests, fitting them in and smiling widely when she noticed how perfect the size was.

"Matt will love putting our morning Starbucks here, for sure.” The girl murmured, looking up and sending a wink towards the camera.

The next step was to decorate the air conditioning vents. Y/N had bought several mini pink decorations, also full of glitter, each one more extravagant than the last. There were little hearts, stars, and even some fake diamonds. She carefully attached each to the air vents, adjusting until they were all secure and at a good enough distance to notice them all.

"Get ready for style and glamor to be blown throughout the car when Chris asks Matt to turn on the air conditioning during videos." She joked while still adjusting the last small items.

The car's gearshift could not be forgotten. Y/N pulled out a smaller sized pink fuzzy cover, specially designed. It was soft to the touch, matching the steering wheel cover perfectly. She slid it over the gear, adjusting it so it was secure, her right hand closing around the cover, smiling as she felt the small hairs caressing her palm.

Finally, to complete the look, Y/N took a pink diamond-shaped pendant, stretching her upper body upwards and extending her hands, hanging it around the rearview mirror. The pendant swayed slightly by itself, reflecting the light and casting small colored reflections throughout the interior of the all car.

"I feel like I'm in Barbie: a Fashion Fairytale." Y/N said, letting out a nasal laugh, resting her back against the backrest of the seat so that her eyes could analyze every corner of the car, admiring her final work.

She then turned her attention back to her cell.

"Alright, guys, the car is ready. Now we just need to wait for Matt to wake up and see his reaction."

The video stopped at that moment before it returned seconds later.

"I went upstairs after fixing the last details and woke up Matt, I made up that I was hungry, but that I wanted to have breakfast at a café." Y/N began with a hushed tone, now sitting in the passenger seat, her phone now in her hands. "I waited for him to get up and get ready before telling him I would wait for him in the car."

It didn't take long and soon Y/N heard Matt's footsteps coming down the stairs that led to the garage, her eyes looking up in time to see the silhouette of her boyfriend appearing in the doorway. She pressed her lips into a thin line in an attempt to contain her laughter.

Her eyes followed Matt's steps, who walked quickly towards the driver's seat door, the sound of the door opening echoing through the small space was followed by anticipation on Y/N's part, who looked at the camera to Matt and back again, waiting for his reaction.

"Hey, sweet girl, I'm sorry it took me so..." He interrupted his own sentence, his movements instantly stopping for a few seconds. "Y/N! What- What did you do to my car?!" Matt's voice echoed in a tone of disbelief, the surprise evident on his face not yet visible to the phone camera.

"Come on, babe, sit down so you can take a better look at this incredible work I did just for you." The girl asked in a fake sweet tone, smiling openly and leaning her upper body over the console, extending her right arm so that her hand could touch Matt's, holding it firmly and pulling him inside.

The boy, still wide-eyed and surprised, obeyed, sitting on the leather covered seat - already arranged again to his own taste - and closing the door with a thud.

"Where- When did you even get all those things?" Matt questioned again, his blue eyes quickly traveling over every pink detail before turning his attention back to Y/N, his mouth slightly open.

"Yesterday, duh." The girl answered as if it was obvious, shrugging her shoulders before her neutral expression broke into a smile again. "Did you like it? It's pretty, right? I'm sure your videos will be much cooler now."

"Babe, oh my God." Matt's voice sounded airy, eliciting a laugh from Y/N. He didn't know where to focus his attention, different shades of pink calling his eyes from every corner. "I can't lie. It looks so good." The boy finally reached out with his hands, his fingers curling around his steering wheel, pressing lightly against the extremely fluffy fabric over his palm.

"I know, right?" Y/N responded excitedly, briefly glancing at her cell that was still recording them. "Look at the cup holder, babe!" Her tone rose as she reached out toward the console, pointing to the pink cup holder with her index finger.

"So I can put in your favorite Starbucks drink every morning, huh?" Matt lowered his gaze to the item, shaking his head amusedly as he heard his girlfriend agree excitedly.

"Next step: getting the car wrapped in pink."

"Are you crazy?"

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2. Pretending to be asleep to see my boyfriend's reaction

Y/N was home alone, comfortable silence filling every corner as she waited for Matt to return from the street. He had gone out to get a specific sweet that she had been asking for for days, and the only place where they sold it didn't deliver.

Sitting comfortably on the grey couch in the living room, the girl was immersed in TikTok videos when a new couple trend appeared on her For You Page, catching her attention; Pretending to be asleep to see my boyfriend's reaction.

Y/N didn't think twice before making the decision to join the cycle of famous couples replicating the trend, quickly leaving TikTok, and opening the location app she shared with Matt. Watching his icon move across the colorful map, she calculated that she still had a few minutes before he arrived, rising from the couch seconds later, running down the small hallway that led to their room.

First, she took the plush, gray bedspreads off the bed, folding it and leaving it on Matt's gaming chair. The soft light from the already turned on lamp created a calm and welcoming atmosphere, perfect for what she had in mind.

She then adjusted her phone on the nightstand on her side of the bed, ensuring the camera was pointed directly at the mattress and the space Matt would enter, propping it against the lamp and organizing the minimal decorations that was always above the furniture around the device in a way that it disguised its existence there.

Checking the app again, she saw that Matt was just a few blocks away. Y/N hurried to lay down, adjusting herself comfortably but naturally.

She turned slightly to her back, rescuing Matt's pillow and hugging it to her chest, not stopping herself from lightly exhaling the natural scent of her boyfriend's male shampoo and cologne that permeated into the fabric, closing her eyes and regulating her breathing to make it seem like she was actually sleeping.

A few minutes later, she finally heard Matt's footsteps echoing across the floor, going from quieter to louder, indicating that he was getting closer to the room. She kept her eyes closed, trying to contain a wide smile as her heart beat fastned.

Matt's footsteps approached the door, the sound of it opening echoing after, the familiar sound of the paper bag he was carrying filling Y/N's ears.

"Babe, I found the one that you wanted, and guess what? They had just made it!" Matt started talking as soon as he entered the space, his voice excited and loud, before noticing the silence in the room.

The boy looked up, his eyes running around before noticing his girlfriend lying on their shared bed, lowering his voice when he noticed her apparently sleeping figure, his expression softening immediately, a small smile settling on his lips.

He closed the door behind him with a soft click, walking with steps of a feather towards the bed, the sound of his sock-covered feet tapping against the wooden floor gently echoing through the four walls.

His busy hand placed the bag with the sweet on the nightstand beside his side before he approached the edge of the bed, admiration written all over his face as he looked at Y/N.

He bent his knees slightly, curving his upper body over the mattress and bringing his face closer to Y/N's head, using his left hand to support his own weight, just watching her sleep for a few seconds, a tender smile on her face.

Matt then lowered his head so that his face was close to hers, sealing his lips over her forehead and head repeatedly, but very lightly and slowly, without the intention of waking her up.

"You're so beautiful when you sleep, you know that?" He whispered, his voice filled with affection, stroking the side of her face lightly with the tip of his nose before reaching out with his right hand, gently brushing away the loose strands of hair with his fingertips, taking them away from her eyes, being careful. His touch was light, almost like a gentle breeze.

Matt looked around, noticing the phone on Y/N's nightstand, but didn't suspect anything thanks to the low brightness of the screen. He just smiled, enjoying the moment, taking note of how the surroundings seemed as calm as ever.

Taking the corner of the duvet that was at the foot of the bed, he gently pulled it over his girlfriend, making sure she was comfortable and warm, petting the thick fabric lightly, molding it to his girl's body.

Then he got up again, reaching his hands to his bedside table, taking the bag with the sweet he had brought between his fingers. It was an angel cake with strawberry filling and whipped cream, Y/N's favorite.

The boy took the box with the cake out of the bag, being careful not to make any loud sounds, leaving the brown paper bag on the wood surface before walking towards Y/N's bedside table slowly, leaving the frame of the phone's front camera for a few seconds, placing the small white cardboard box above it.

"Hope you like it." The brunette murmured again, more to himself than to her.

Matt then returned to his side of the bed, resting his right hand on the mattress and taking off his socks before finally laying down next to her, being careful not to make too much noise or sudden movements.

After snuggling as best he could under the duvet, he turned on his side, bringing the front of his body closer to the back of Y/N's one, wrapping an arm around her waist slowly, gently pulling her closer, his hand automatically finding its way under the oversized t-shirt that covered Y/N's upper body down to her thighs, snaking his hand across the soft skin of his girl's stomach and finding home beneath her right breast, just as he did every day, not seeming to notice the shiver that ran through her body, closing his eyes.

Y/N couldn't help but relax her body even more under her boyfriend's gentle touch, snuggling closer, feeling a deep peace settle in her chest, momentarily forgetting that she was even recording something.

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3. Trying the spray trend on my boyfriend

Y/N was in the bathroom she shared with Matt, her hands working on resting her phone on the marble sink in a way that it wouldn't be obvious that she was recording, the screen with low brightness already open on the TikTok app. She made sure the frontal camera was well positioned, capturing the perfect angle from the bathroom door to the area where she would be standing.

Then, Y/N bent down slightly and opened the cabinet under the sink, her right hand retrieving a spray deodorant she had recently purchased, taking off the cap and setting it aside. With everything ready, the girl turned to her cell again, pressing the record button with her thumb.

Y/N smiled playfully at the camera before turning away from the device and extending her right hand, opening the bathroom door.

"Matt!" The low, muffled sound of Matt's voice shouting back echoed down the hallway leading to the bathroom. "Babe, can you come here for a minute?"

She waited, listening to her boyfriend's footsteps approaching. His figure quickly appeared in front of the already open door, a confused look on his face.

"What's wrong, babe? Do you need help with something?"

"I bought this new deodorant that says it's unscented, but I think it has a slight lavender scent. Can you smell it and tell me what you think?" Y/N asked, her tone sounding naive, holding the spray deodorant at the height she knew would be ideal for him to reach it, and pointing the hole where the product exited upwards.

"Sure." Matt nodded, still a little confused, but willing to help. He entered the bathroom completely and approached Y/N, tilting his head closer to the area where his girlfriend was holding the spray.

Y/N pressed the button on the top of the deodorant, creating a white cloud that slowly rose. Matt leaned even closer to smell the scent, a look of genuine concentration written across his face, and at that exact moment Y/N moved quickly, closing the distance between their faces and pressing her lips softly against his.

The kiss was quick and surprising, and she could feel Matt's slight shiver of surprise, a sound of shock escaping his throat.

When she pulled away, Matt's eyes were wide, his eyelids blinking rapidly as his brain tried to assimilate what had happened, his cheeks slowly turning into a bright red hue, a small smile appearing on the corner of his lips.

"What?" A loud laugh escaped Y/N's mouth as she watched his reaction, noticing his shy expression.

"You're a little devil." Matt shook his head comically. His tongue acted on its own as it escaped his mouth, passing his lips carefully, the taste of mint flooding his palate. "Is that mint?"

"Maybe." Y/N replied with the ghost of a smile, vaguely remembering how she had applied the Space Camp mind lip balm a few minutes earlier.

"Can I have another taste of it?"

"Matt!"

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4. Using my scary dog ​​privilege to walk alone at night

It was a quiet, cool evening as Y/N and Matt were taking a walk after a nice dinner at a home-cooked Italian restaurant close to their home.

Y/N's eyes swept the deserted streets in front of her, quickly looking back over her shoulder, taking note of Matt a few steps behind her body, vaguely remembering a TikTok she had watched earlier that day, the environment around them reminding her a lot of the one in the video.

With that, she decided to record one, too.

And how she was when she was beautiful

The girl was now holding her phone in her right hand, her screen with TikTok already open in the recording area staring back at her, the sound of the Babooshka song melody playing at a low volume from her speakers.

Her half-closed eyes were fixed on the front camera, which recorded her face contorted into a small smirk, her hair moving around her face as if it was planned, a consequence of the light wind that surrounded her and her measured steps, which never stopped.

She signed the letter

Y/N slightly raised her hand that was holding her cell so that the camera now captured the view from behind her back.

All yours

The video captured the image of Matt following in her footsteps, his body completely covered in black clothing, making a perfect contrast with the yellow night lights coming from the tall poles above their heads.

His posture was erect and his head remained high, his arms crossed so that his biceps were visible against the thin fabric of his black shirt and a serious expression resting on his face - as usual -, his eyes fixed straight ahead, as if he was on alert of everything, accompanied by his furrowed eyebrows, giving an impression of anger to anyone who saw him from afar.

Y/N, watching the image through the tilted phone screen that was still recording her boyfriend, felt a shiver run down her spine; a small, satisfied smile blooming on her face.

Matt was definitely a scary Doberman by her side.

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